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whaddayadothatfor · 1 year

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Shit Outta Luck

Pairing: Gojo x fem!afab!reader x Nanami, mostly Gojo x Reader

Content warnings: Free use, dub-c*n, dirty talk, excessive amounts of c*m, degradation, teasing, naked female clothed male (kinda), cliffhanger

Word count: 2,595

Summary: One day your best friends Nanami and Gojo come over to hang out and help you pack to move. You end up stuck under your bed. Instead of helping you out, they help themselves.

AN: This is so ridiculous y’all. Unedited. Thanks to my bestie for hyping me up when I was writing this. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed it! ❤️

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, intended for audiences over 18+

Chapter One:

You can’t believe this is happening to you.

To think, the day has started off so normal. Maybe that should’ve been a hint. You’ve had the worst luck since grade school. You were always the kid to scrape your knee on the playground or get random bruises bumping into desks or walls. Hell, you even managed to be the only person to get bird poop on your cap and gown during your high school graduation. A series of unfortunate events. You’ve got the coordination of a preschooler and shitty luck. It’s a rare occasion when things work out well for you.

That’s why you should have been wary when you woke up early this morning, even without your alarm. You really should have caught on when the your face was free of breakouts and your shower was warm and toasty. Maybe you should’ve clued in when you found your comfort hoodie tucked squarely in the middle of your doom pile your desk chair. It had been missing for over two weeks and you hadn’t even washed it since the last time you wore it and it still smelled like laundry detergent. The last straw should have been having a perfectly normal breakfast, with perfectly seasoned eggs and a sweet coffee at just the right temperature. That really should have sealed the deal.

But alas, you’re as oblivious as you are unlucky.

Earlier

You scrolled through TikTok as you finished your breakfast and began making a mental

note of all the tasks you should complete today. Nanami and Gojo, your two best friends since uni, promised to help you bring your heavy furniture and boxes down to the moving truck and then move them up three flights of stairs into your new apartment. If there was one source of luck in your life, it’d be those two.

It was your sophomore year of college and the both of them happened to take the same upper division course you had signed up for that semester. Initially, you were nervous at being in a group with both of them, as they both were the most popular and attractive boys in your major. A feat, since all three of you attended one of the largest universities in Japan. However, you were amazed at how well you got on with both of them. You were calm enough to deter Gojo’s hyperactivity but energetic enough to bring Nanami out of his shell. For some reason, your group dynamic just worked.

They stuck to you like glue for the rest of University. You had lost touch a little after graduation, but then you had moved to the same city they lived in a year later. It was nothing to slip back into your old routine. Now, being with them both was as normal as brushing your teeth in the morning.

And it would keep working, as long as you could pretend to not notice how goddamn fine they were. That’s really why you had been friends so long. They had told you as much in University. They were sick of women on campus treating them like meat. They liked the fact that you only ever treated them like people. So, you hide how you feel about them and keep them at an arm’s length, so they never figure out the truth.

You finished the last bit of your breakfast and put your dishes in the sink before heading back to your room to finish packing up your things. The rest of the apartment was ready to go, but you had saved your room for last. Mostly because it had the most clutter and you had the worst habit of not cleaning your room well, something Nanami always chided you for. He was a stickler for neatness, after all. Anyway, Gojo said that he’d be by in an hour and Nanami said he’d come by after work, so you wanted to make sure that the bulk of your room was decluttered and packed up by then. So you set off to work, pulling up a playlist and busying yourself tidying things up and placing trash and old boxes into trash bags. After about 45 minutes, you decided to start cleaning the mess up under your bed.

And that’s how you found yourself in your current predicament.

Present

You can’t believe this is happening to you.

You really, really can’t believe this is happening to you.

You had gotten stuck, under your bed. It was like a scene straight out of a bad porno. You were cleaning up under bed, pulling different bins and Knick-knacks out from under it when your watch had gotten caught on something deep up under your bed. It was an older bed, with a brassy-colored metal box spring. Somehow, and you don’t know how (because you have been wracking your brain on how this could have happened for the past ten minutes) in the process of trying to untangle your watch from whatever it was caught onto, you tangled your hair into the box spring.

So, let’s recap:

You’re stuck. Under your bed. With your two best guy friends on the way. One of which is a notorious little shit who loves to tease you in any given situation. Your whole bottom half of your body exposed. With only a hoodie and spandex exercise shorts on. Face down, ass up.

You can’t even call for help as your phone is on the dresser at the opposite side of the room and Siri has, you think, purposely misunderstood your calls for help as a request to play Help! by the Beatles.

You don’t even like the Beatles.

The slight anxiety you had at being trapped did not hold a candle to the humiliation you’d feel once Gojo came in. You wished belatedly that Nanami was coming over first. He would have been much nicer about the whole thing. Or better yet, that you saw the signs early. You never have such an easy going day, you should’ve known something like this would happen.

Just as you were wallowing in self-pity at your own life choices, you hear the door unlock and tense up. You really regret giving Gojo a key to your place.

“Oh honey, I’m home!” His irritatingly deep voice calls out mockingly in a high pitched tone. Even when he’s goofing off he sounds sexy. You hate that about him. And when he finds you in the stupidest, most embarrassingly compromising position of your life, you know that he’ll hold it over your head until you die. Even at your funeral, he’d bring it up. You hated that about him more. You heard him plop his keys on the counter in the kitchen before calling out to you.

“Hello? Anybody home?” You remained silent, hoping he’d think you stepped out and leave. But no such luck. You heard his footsteps inching closer and closer to your bedroom. “I brought your favorite. A matcha latte,” he called out.

That jerk, you thought. He knows you hate Matcha lattes. He brought it just so he could drink it. Suddenly, you heard the door open.

“Y/N?”

You scrunched your eyes closed, desperately wishing that you could be anywhere else than you were in that moment. You anticipated laughter at any moment, but strangely it didn’t come.

“What happened?” You jumped at the sound of his voice. He sounded much closer than he did a moment ago.

“W-well, I was cleaning from under my bed and I got caught on something and now I can’t get out. Can you help me?” The embarrassment welled up inside you, causing you to stutter. Gojo said nothing for a while.

“Yeah, okay.” His voice sounded deeper, huskier than normal. It was strange as usually he put on this silly facade to lighten the mood. He was never this serious. “I’ll have to feel around a bit to see where you’re stuck, I don’t want to hurt you.” You nodded, and you were touched. A pang of guilt struck you. Maybe you didn’t give Gojo enough credit as a friend. You promised yourself you’d treat him better in the future.

Suddenly, you felt a hand caress the back of your thighs, moving closer and closer to your ass. You jumped a little.

“G-Gojo? What are you doing?”

“I’m helping you. That’s what you asked for, right?” He said, playing dumb. He continued touching you more boldly, squeezing your cheeks firmly before caressing your thighs again. You were too stunned to say anything until one of his thumbs lightly stroked your clit over your shorts. You jerked away from him, but your options to escape were limited.

“What the hell are you doing?” You screamed at him in frustration, in more ways than one. You should have never given him the benefit of the doubt. This kind of humiliation was much worse than any other kind you could think of. When you get loose, his ass is grass.

Worse, he was turning you on with his manhandling and gentle touches. You couldn’t help it, you hadn’t been fucked in over a year since your last situation ship and the only thing that had kept you company was your rose toy.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he cooed, rubbing your clit in a slow circular motion before stopping and running his hands all over your ass again. “I promised to help you. I think it’s a tight fit down there, so I’m gonna help you loosen up, that’s all. Then you’ll be able to slide right out, no problem,” he said.

His tone was saccharine sweet, but his actions were anything but. You wanted to protest, but he stopped you.

“Just relax. I can tell by that wet spot on your shorts that you’re really enjoying this.” Your face burned with embarrassment, and all your protests died down in an instant.

You focused instead on choking back heated whimpers and moans because you’ll be damned if you let him know how good he is at making you feel. And he is good. His touches are so experienced, you start getting mad at the imaginary women who taught him how to fuck that well. Although you wouldn’t be surprised if he was just naturally that good. He seems like the type.

It was almost as if he could tell that your mind was headed somewhere else, because he slowly pulled your spandex shorts and thong down in one go and that jolted you back to reality.

“Gojo,” you warned, but he ignored you as usual.

“A thong?” He questioned. And you could almost hear his eyebrow being raised.

“I packed the rest of my underwear! Plus, no one likes panty lines,” you mumble, embarrassed. He just chuckled at you.

“It’s okay baby, though in the future I’d rather you not wear anything at all.” Before you had any time to think about what he meant in the future, he licked a stripe up from you clit damn near to your ass. While you managed to stifle your moan, you couldn’t hold back the shudder that wracked your body.

“C’mon, don’t hold back. It’s no fun for me if you do,” he rang out. He paused. “Actually, try to stay silent. It’ll make it more fun for me knowing that I made you scream when you tried not to.” He chuckled, and you could feel his warm breath cover the expanse of your pussy as he spread your lips wide.

He proceeded to eat your pussy like it was his last meal.

All you could hear was him smacking and slurping up your wetness. He left no area untouched, especially your clit. He alternated between swirling his tongue around your nub and sucking on it till it was puffy and swollen. Your cries of pleasure only spurred him on, making him moan as you grinded back on his face.

Gojo attached his lips to your clit once again, humming this time as he sucked and licked all around it. It was too much. You kicked one of legs out in hopes that you’d receive a reprieve— no such luck. Gojo caught it and put it back into its original position. He chuckled with his lips still suctioned to tour most sensitive part. The sensation had you crying out, trying to run away. Finally, Gojo let go.

“Oh, c’mon. Is that all you can take? I remember all those conversations you’d have with your girlfriends, about how men never satisfy you. Can never go long enough. Are you running from me because you don’t like it? I can do more if you like.” He said teasingly. When you didn’t respond, he slapped your pussy, hard.

“You’re hurting my feelings, sweetheart. Answer me,” his tone, although still lighthearted, turned mean.

“Yes, Gojo, please, I-I can’t,” you responded, breath airy and sparse.

“Please what? I can’t help you relax if you don’t tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

“C-cum. I need to—“ you broke off your sentence with a moan, but it was enough for Gojo.

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

He worked you up until you were at the precipice of an orgasm, except this time he didn’t stop, not even after you tumbled over edge. You had never come that hard from oral, ever. Hell, you had never come that hard in general. He ate you out until the aftershocks of your orgasm died down. He stopped for a moment.

“You know, I still think you’re a bit tense. I think after another orgasm or two I’ll really be able to help free you.”

You moaned in response, still a bit out of it from your last orgasm. Gojo spit a thick glob of spit on your pussy, landing right on your hole before sticking two of his long slender fingers inside of you. It was an uncomfortable stretch and your whine said as much. You hear him unbuckle his pants with the hand that’s not on you as he shushes you.

“Just relax. I’ll make you feel good soon.”

An hour later

“Yes,” Gojo moaned out, deep and guttural, as he sunk into you. The stretch was so much worse than his fingers. You now understand why he made you come so many times. The burn would have been unbearable otherwise. Still, the slow sink into you had you writhing as much you could, still being trapped under the bed and between Gojo’s strong hands.

“Fuck, I knew I should have done this years ago. You feel better than I ever imagined.” You mewled as he sank in all the way to the hilt. He gave you no time to adjust as he slowly started to thrust in and out.

Everywhere felt so hot. You could hardly stand it. Gojo was merciless and soon set an unrelenting pace that had you curling your toes. It was a heady experience, one that made it hard to think about anything else except how hard and hot Gojo felt inside of you.

“I never should have listened to Nanami,” he muttered angrily.

“W-what? Are you—“

“I have been fantasizing about this moment since the moment I first met you, but I. Never. Thought. It’d. Be. This. Good. Fuck!” He shouted as he came. He stilled, his hips jumping slightly as he dumped his come into you. It only made you hornier. He languidly fucked his come deep within you. His tired voice rang out, but not to you.

“I bet you wish you had gotten here earlier, huh Nanamin?”

You froze.

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Author's Note.

Cue my giddy snickering.

"So, what'd you do?" My Dad asks the prisoners, as we're eating breakfast in the courtyard the next morning. "Whose life you ruin?"

All the walker bodies have been dragged into a pile over by the dumpsters and burnt into nothing more than a few lumps of charcoal, leaving the courtyard as quiet as it's been since we got here. With the snarls and growls finally gone, I can hear birds chirping on the roofs of the cell blocks, the beautiful sound of silence beyond them. It might be the first time we've been completely sealed away from danger.

If Rick wasn't still inside with Lori, Carl, and the baby, I think he'd feel the same way.

"Nobody's but my own, man," Oscar chuckles dryly. He shakes his head, spooning some stewed corn and beans into his mouth, chewing absentmindedly. "There's nothing more to it than my people were poor as dirt. Got to be that I was dumb and desperate enough to steal from a Walmart. I should'a been handing my resume in, or something, but no. Sentenced three years over a pack of diapers."

I look up from my bowl to study the regret on his face, finding myself surprised. Shop-lifting diapers?

That wasn't what I thought he was in prison for at all.

"Sorry to hear that," Glenn says sympathetically, exactly my thoughts. "World wasn't exactly fair before all this, either."

"Me, I got caught with, y'know," Axel gestures vaguely, "Drugs and stuff. In my car. I was parked outside a police station, and I ain't had a home at the time. I think wanted to get locked up, if that makes sense. I'd been in and out a bunch of times. Only thing I knew."

"Sounds like someone I knew," Dad scoffs, and I know he's talking about my Uncle Merle. "The dumb bastard."

"So, you ain't, like," I frown at the prisoners in confusion, "Bad?"

Oscar laughs a little. "Not everybody who ends up in prison is bad, kid."

"I know that," I argue as I eat another spoonful of stew. "My Daddy was in prison, and he ain't bad. But some of 'em is."

"We ain't had the best track record when it comes to strangers," Maggie explains to them, putting it lightly. "Or even friends."

"Hey," He shrugs. "No offence taken. You gotta be careful out here."

"There were some seriously bad eggs in there, though," Axel agrees with me. "You bet'cha. Made life a livin' Hell for the rest of us."

Oscar looks at my Dad. "You're her Dad, right? You went to prison, too?"

"Arrendale State Prison," He nods, slurping up the stew in his bowl. "February of '04. I was released far before all this shit started."

"What crime?"

"Aggravated manslaughter."

Axel's eyes widen. "Damn, mister. I ain't sayin' you don't look the type, but I would'a thought you stole a car or somethin'."

Wiping his mouth, he smirks. "Who says I ain't did both?"

"Skills like those sound like they'd come in handy nowadays," Oscar says, "So, Hell. We ain't here to judge anyone in your group."

"You gotta stop saying, 'your group'," Maggie scolds him, smiling. "We got off on the wrong foot, but for all intents and purposes, there's only one group here. We ain't have to be best friends or anythin', and we'll be watchin' you, but you've proven yourselves."

"But I thought you said—...?"

Yesterday, we served 'em a death sentence by forcing them outta the gates — Today we're eating stew together.

"Listen. There was a man named Shane," Glenn levels with them. "He was the first one. He was Rick's best friend for fifteen years and we all watched him go crazy without any power to stop it, until he tried kidnapping Harley. He was shot and beaten to death."

There's the loud, BANG, and the sound of my crying spilling out afterwards. That was one of the worst days of my life.

The prisoners share a glance with each other.

"The second man was Jim," He continues. "He didn't have the best interests of the group at heart and we kicked him out for that. And when we ran into him a few months later, we saw that hadn't changed. He threatened to ruin what we'd built. We hung him in a barn."

That one didn't make much sound at all — Barely a, snap.

"Your friends, Tomas and Andrew. And there were so many others. A group that took over a town near our old farm, people on the road, assholes, thieves. We've got good people here. We're family. But we haven't let our goodness make us idiots."

I'd almost forgotten the violence we'd committed over the past year, the deaths, a hundred little wounds scarred over with time.

Axel and Oscar remain silent as they stomach his words, the underlying threat there — We've killed better men for less.

Shane was Rick's right-hand man, a brother, and one of the most important people to the group, but even that couldn't save him in the end. Jim was a father, a resilient little weasel who worked harder than anybody else back at the quarry, and I saw him die, too. I saw all manner of men die. The prisoners risked their lives by leavin' this place, but they also risked them by comin' back to help us. They chose to do that. I'on know too much about what makes a trustworthy stranger, and I ain't even sure if such a thing exists, but I imagine it's a start.

"Ya ain't idiots," Axel agrees, looking between Dad, Glenn, and Maggie with his honest eyes. "You can trust us."

Oscar puts on a reassuring smile. "We get it, man."

For two fellers who've just been threatened with torture and execution if they misbehave, they don't look so frightened.

I guess they don't plan on it, then.

"Good," Glenn slowly nods at their answers. "This is the best thing that's ever happened to you, by the way. You're welcome."

Axel's moustache skews to the side as he smiles. "Thank you, dudes."

"And it ain't just kiss-ass for a bowl of stew," Oscar warns us, gesturing with his spoon. "'Cause this shit tastes like ass."

"I'll let the chef know," Maggie jokes.

It looks like our group just got a little bit bigger.

"Go on, then." Dad juts his chin out in the direction of the cell block. "My guess is you ought'a get outta them scrubs if yer stayin'. Just ask for a lady, Carol — She can sort that out for ya. T-Dog's old stuff should fit ya, but I ain't so sure about Stringbean."

"'Stringbean'?" Axel complains, looking down at himself.

"Maybe you can find somethin' in Glenny's wardrobe," Maggie smiles, poking him in the ribs. "Ain't that right?"

"Hardy, har."

As they stand from the table with their empty bowls, Axel adds, "We really appreciate it. Thanks for not letting us die."

"Sure. Git," Dad grits, watching as they make their way back into the prison, before looking at me. "What'chu thinkin', chicken?"

Chewing my stew, I garble, "I gesh dey don't sheem sho bad."

"Nah, they don't," He agrees, reaching out with his spoon to clean the dribble off my chin. "You don't gotta worry about 'em, okay?"

I swallow as he pulls away, warning him, "But I'on think Mouse is a fan. He was growlin' at 'em."

"I'm sure they'll figure that out," Glenn reassures me, chuckling. "If that's the only problem they have, I'd say they got off lucky."

"Not if they screw this up, they won't," I exclaim, raising my spoon like a knife. "That happens, I'mma knife 'em in the knee!"

"Hey, and I'll let'cha," Dad jokes as he puts his hand over mine to lower the spoon. "But right now, I want'chu to finish all yer food."

"Okay, Dad."

Breakfast goes by slowly, like any good morning should.

The baby — Until the Grimes agree on a name, that's what I'll call her. The baby — loves to sleep.

I guess being born takes up just as much energy as giving birth, because Lori says until she's a few months old, this is all she'll do. I can't exactly play soccer with her right now, or even teach her to draw a picture, but I don't mind waiting. She's cute enough just like this, with her eyes closed, small tummy rising and falling with softs breaths as she dozes off in my arms, hopefully dreaming of something sweet.

What do babies dream of? Milk? Sheep, prancing in circles? They even got enough memories to form a nightmare, yet?

Watching on with a fond smile, Lori muses quietly, "I told you."

The baby makes a grunt, squirming around in the tightly swaddled blanket before she relaxes, content.

No. No nightmares.

Looking up at my Dad, I ask him, "Was I like this?"

A faint smirk tugs at his mouth, as if he's recalling a memory. "Nah, you was a fiend. Your Momma and I couldn't get'chu to sleep for nothin'. Had to pace around with you for hours on the porch just for a wink. Sing, hum. Let'chu listen to the rain, cars, birds."

"Sounds like she was a fussy one," Lori smiles, reaching out to stroke her thumb across the baby's smooth head.

"I ain't never met a baby who could pull an angry face quite like Harley could," He scoffs. "Had the temper of a stick of dynamite."

Under the weight of his tired gaze, Rick smirks a little. "So, not much has changed, then."

Sticking my tongue out at them both, I look back down at the baby, gasping as her eyelids begin to flutter.

"She's openin' her eyes," I exclaim with excitement, handing her off to Lori. Her Momma should be the first thing she sees. Not me!

"Oh, my gosh," The woman breathes.

All at once, with her forehead wrinkled against the brightness of the room, she opens her eyes for the very first time. Green. Wow. They're the same colour as Lori's, dark and pretty like the wet leaves on a forest floor, staring curiously up at the matching pair.

Rick scoots closer and grins down at her, a chuckle escaping him as she studies his face next.

Even though I love my Mom and Dad more than anything in the world, and I wouldn't trade them for anybody else, I can still say with certainty that this baby is real lucky to have a Dad like Rick and even luckier to have a Mom like Lori. She got gentle hands, a voice made for telling fairytales, and the patience of a saint. Her smile is the type that nobody could be mad at when they're on the receivin' end of it.

My Gramma Dixon ain't had one of them smiles. In all the photos I've ever seen of her, she had a smile like a row of yellow piano keys, black holes left where her rotten teeth had fallen out from smoking so much and so often, but I had never seen it in person.

When my Dad was thirteen years old, the same age as Carl, the smoke of a stray cigarette caught onto his Momma's bedsheets while she was sleepin' and she, the house, and everything that was in it went up in flames, with a single black smear to prove it ever stood.

That's why whenever my Dad finishes a cigarette, he spends a second longer than anybody else would making sure it's out.

Glenn's got it right — World wasn't exactly fair before all this, either.

Havin' any Mom, let alone a Mom as good as Lori, was a special thing even before the world went to shit.

"She gon' love havin' you as her Momma," I smile to Lori.

And if you were my Momma, I'm too embarrassed to say, I'd be lucky, too.

As if I've just minced her heart between my fingers, the woman pouts, managing a smile. "Thank you, honey. That's nice of you to say."

I don't ever remember dreaming of milk or sheep or soft things with gentle colors, but I'm glad this baby will, even if just for now.

The sound of the toilet flushing fills my ears as I push past the stall door, approaching my Dad who's waiting for me by the sinks. He lifts me by the armpits onto the little plastic foot stool that Glenn found a few days ago, carefully setting me down on it.

"You sure I can't stay up just a little longer?" I ask as I tweak on the water, pumping soap into my hands.

"How much is, a little longer?"

"Hm... Five minutes?"

"I already let'chu finish yer card game with Carl and Beth," He reminds me. "My generous mood's run out, now. It's late, y'know."

"Okay, Captain Obvious," I sigh, scrubbing my hands together under the water before shutting it off.

"Watch it, Captain Smartass." He takes my hand and helps me jump off the stool, leading me through the door and down the corridor, before he randomly comes to a stop. As I turn around to face him, he crouches down to my level. "But I gotta talk to you first."

"About what?" I pout, worried I might be in trouble. "If Carl told you I cheated at cards, it ain't tru—"

"I ain't talkin' about that," He reassures me, raising his brows. "And you're lucky I ain't, 'cause I'on believe you for a second."

"Okay. Maybe I peeped at Beth's cards."

"Yeah. Maybe." With an empty chuckle, his expression slowly dampens, turning serious. "It's about Axel and Oscar."

"Huh?"

"I trust 'em," He begins, but I got no idea where he's goin' with this. "What I always saw in Shane and all the other douchebags like 'im, I'on see in them. Some folks, you can just tell. Axel's a sorry loser just like yer Daddy and Uncle Merle used to be, and Oscar's a Dad."

My Dad's what some people call, a good judge of character. Nodding along in agreement, I let him continue.

"If I thought they was any sorta threat to you," He promises, "Even if it was just breakin' yer favorite crayon, then—..."

"Then, you'd kill 'em," I finish, remembering the sight of his shadow swinging down on Jim's face through the slats of the shed wall, the big, black bag the paramedics wheeled outta the woods, the way Shane's blood pooled out across the dirty tiles. "I know."

"So, I guess this ain't really about them, 'cause they ain't gonna hurt you. It's about you, baby."

"M—Me?"

"You ain't in trouble." He says again, soothing my nerves. "I prolly should'a had this conversation wit'chu months ago, but you know I ain't so good with 'conversations', so it's happenin' now. I need you to know what happened with Shane weren't your fau—"

"Why are you sayin' that?" I cut him off, feeling like it's wrong for Shane's name to be in his mouth. "I d—"

"Just listen to me." He grabs my shoulders, stern and strong. Quips and hot venom brew on my tongue, but I bite it down, knowing that if I lash out, I'll actually be in trouble. I can't stop him from mentioning Shane, violating him even in that way, like he used to do with my Momma's name when he threw insults at her and told lies about her to strangers. I have to remember — Shane ain't my Momma. They was both sick, but only one loved me. I'm pretending to know which one that was. "It weren't. But we could'a done things differently."

Don't talk to strangers, He and Merle always told me. Is that what he means?

"I-I don't get it," I shake my head in confusion. "I'm allowed to talk to Axel and Oscar. They ain't strangers."

"Neither was Shane, baby." He counters. "Spent so much energy teachin' you not to trust assholes like Ronnie, I ain't never taught you not to trust assholes like Shane — Typa guy that makes it past yer doorstep and tries to be yer friend."

I temper my glare. "What'chu gettin' at, Daddy?"

"You know grown men can't be friends with little girls." He explains patiently, his grip on me tightening. "Rick and Glenn, they're different. They's like yer Uncles. Ya get along with 'em, but they're there to protect ya, just like I am. Axel and Oscar ain't like that. You ever meet anybody like 'em, you don't do anythin' that makes you uncomfortable. You don't give 'em anythin' they want. You don't let 'em trick ya."

Shane. I did all those things with Shane. He did all those things with me.

"And you always tell me if any of that happens. Always. Ya ain't never gon' get in trouble for what other people choose to do."

"The prisoners ain't tried to be my friend," I assure him. "And I ain't tried to be theirs. Promise."

"I know. I'm proud'a you for that." His grip loosens, fingers sliding down my arms, dropping in his lap. "But do you understand me?"

"I think so."

"I'mma somethin' better'un, I think."

Frowning, I think. Shane weren't my fault. Dad said that since the beginning. I guess he only wants to make sure it never happens again, like how it ain't yer fault if a dog bites ya, but you can always learn to recognize a violent animal and turn your back on its teeth.

I shouldn't have let Shane corner me in the car while the rest of the group was distracted in that supermarket.

Shouldn't have played into his stupid game, neither, by punching him in the face when he asked me to.

Definitely shouldn't have agreed to be his friend.

Dad's always gonna look out for me, but, "I understand."

"Okay. Good girl. Smart girl," He nods, standing and taking my hand in his, leading me down the corridor. "I love you, chicken."

"Love you, Daddy. But I thought you said I was allowed to knife 'em?"

"You can knife 'em first, and then I'll kill 'em," He jokes. "Deal?"

"Deal."

He chuckles to himself. "Let's get'chu to bed, then."

"Easy, boy," Axel smiles, scratching Mouse's ear as he watches him gobble up the meat in his hand. "There ya go."

From my seat nearby, as I wait to leave with Dad and Glenn for a supply run, I don't bother callin' Mouse over yet. The dog ain't my toy or nothin', but I should still share him with the prisoners. I know they ain't seen one in years, so I let him have the moment.

When Carl walks past me, I ask him, "You sure ya don't wanna come with us?"

"Thanks, but I'm sure. I'm just tired today," He turns to send me a smile, before continuing toward Axel. "Hey. Got more food."

"Oh, thanks, dude," He says happily, accepting it.

"He really likes this stuff."

It's taken almost a full month not only for Mouse to warm up to the new members of our group, but for the others, too.

We ain't best friends or nothin', like Maggie said, but it turns out they're a better fit for our family than I first thought.

Axel really is just a sorry loser with a good heart, who I've learnt over the past couple days wasn't kiddin' when he said he loved dogs. He's almost never more than a few feet away from Mouse, bribing him with treats or scraps of his own dinner, sometimes accidently calling him, Goober, the name of his old dog. When I look at him, I see all the other sorry losers we used to live with in our trailer park, his twangy accent and his stories of punking the police when he was younger weirdly comforting to me. Dad don't seem so offended by him, neither.

Oscar's the type of person who talks a lot around the dinner table, just like Carl and Maggie are. He's always got a snarky, good-natured joke to throw in here and there, or a reassuring tidbit to share when somebody opens up about something in their past.

When it comes to his own past, though, he suddenly ain't so much of a chatterbox no more.

I can only assume his wife and baby are among all the people we've lost, too. I wouldn't wanna talk about 'em, neither.

Rick watches Oscar standing there with a guarded look on his face, my Dad drawing his attention away by nudging his elbow, holding two guns out to him. With another glance at Axel, who's giggling like a small child at Mouse's enthusiasm for the food, he takes them.

"Axel. Oscar," Rick calls out, coming to a stop in front of them. As they look up at him, he offers a gun to each of them.

Axel's eyes widen as he stands up. "You serious, Mister?"

Oh — That's another thing. Axel doesn't call people Ma'am or Mister to butter 'em up. It's just his Southern manners.

"Daryl and Glenn are leaving for a few hours," He explains as Axel hesitantly reaches out for the gun, treating it more like a live grenade. For all the petty crimes he's committed, I'on think he's ever actually held a gun. Oscar takes his slightly more confidently, knowing exactly where to put his fingers, though he don't seem to like it. "With them gone, I think it's time you stepped up, helped us protect this place."

"Sure thing," Oscar nods, checking the mag is empty before stuffing the gun in his pants line. "Happy to, chief."

"Now, you mentioned you got experience," He reminds him, before turning to look expectantly at Axel.

In the silence that follows, the man offers, "I shot a slingshot, once. Busted in some rich old lady's Rolls-Royce window with it."

Rick's expression remains stoney. "A slingshot?"

"Yeah! Real cool one."

"A slingshot."

Awkwardly, he says again, "Yeah."

"Right." Rick gives him a friendly pat on the back, almost knocking him off balance. "We're gonna have to train you up a bit."

"Well, have fun," Glenn muses as he slings his backpack on, with Dad gesturing for me to stand up. "See you guys later."

Carl smiles, "See you later."

"C'mon, boy!" I call out to Mouse, clapping my hands. "Time to go."

"Remember, she doesn't handle the whole-wheat blend very well," Lori warns us, rocking baby Judith in her arms. It's good to finally see her outta bed again, to have her sitting around the breakfast table next to Herschel just like she always used to do.

"We'll look around for somethin' different this time. Trust me. I remember," Dad reassures her as he leads us up the concrete steps and pushes past the exit door, letting it close behind us before he mutters to me and Glenn, "She only threw up on my face twice."

"Eugh," I giggle, walking alongside them down the corridor. "That's gross."

"You ain't gonna talk to me about gross, missy," He jokes. "Who's that kid that spat chewed-up salami into my lap again, Rhee?"

Glenn chuckles at that. "Oh, yeah. I think her name was—...?"

"Somethin' beginin' with an, H, right?"

"Shut up," I giggle even harder as Glenn opens the main door, turning to lock it behind us. "It was an accident!"

"Ha—? Harriet," Dad pretends to struggle guessing, completely ignoring me. "Holly? Harley—?"

"Ohhh. Harley," Glenn exclaims as he stuffs the key back in his pocket. "That was it."

"Yeah, that's ringin' a bell."

"Shut up," I complain again, dragging him over to the gate. "C'mon. Me and Mouse wanna go!"

Agreeing, the dog lets out a, ruff.

This might only be the fourth time I've been on a scavenge this month, but I'd be lyin' if I said it ain't just as excitin' as the first time. Sure, the adults watch over me and Carl the whole time, and we only ever go to the same store, but everybody says we been doin' a good job and it's true. The worst thing that's happened to us is getting spooked by a rat running across our path, and even that was fun.

"Okay, we're comin'," Dad chuckles raspily, letting me pull him along. "We're comin'."

"What do you wanna play this time, Harley?" Glenn asks.

As Dad opens the gate to the field, Mouse is the first one out, running ahead of us down the path.

I kick a pebble down the hill, thinking. "What about eye-spy?"

He locks it shut. "Didn't we do that one last time?"

"Yeah, but I lost," I argue as we follow after the dog.

"So, a re-match," Glenn says in understanding. "Sure. Who's going first?"

"Me!"

"Is it that leaf over there?"

"Nope."

"What about that leaf over there?"

"Still nope."

"That leaf?"

"You can't just guess every single leaf you see, Harley," Glenn chuckles. "The game would never end."

"So, it's not a leaf?"

"Not a leaf," He agrees. "Come on. You can do it."

Walking down the side of the highway, I look around for anything, Small and green. If it ain't leaves, or any of the hundreds of other things I've guessed so far, I'm screwed. In the distance, the tall sign for the strip mall pokes out from the trees, growing closer.

"Can't just look at what's in front of ya," Dad says helpfully, squeezing my hand. "Hunter's eye's gotta see everythin'."

Humming in concentration, I look down instead, noticing it instantly — The green beetle clinging to my shorts.

A giggle escapes me as I rest a finger near the insect's tiny head, letting it crawl onto me, holding it up to my face. "It was you!"

"Point for Harley," Glenn smiles as we step over the curb, entering the dumpster area behind the strip mall. The forest falls away behind us, making way for concrete and scattered litter. "You were taking so long; I was worried it was gonna fly away."

I turn a suspicious eye on my Dad. "Hang on. Did you let me win?"

"I might'a noticed it a couple minutes ago," He muses.

I flinch as the beetle's pearly wings whip out from under its shell, flickering into a blur, before it takes off into the trees.

"Aw." I pout, distracted by its disappearing shape as we approach the side of the building. "Bye, beetl—"

"Stop."

Stop?

Dad drops my hand. He slings his crossbow off his shoulder, training the sights ahead of us as Glenn grabs me, forcing me up against the wall with him. The warm brick presses against my back, Glenn's thick heartbeat thudding rhythmically beneath my fingers as I grip his wrist. I hold my breath. Suddenly, we're hiding — From what? From who? — and I couldn't care less that we didn't finish the game.

What's wrong, I desperately want to ask them, instead clinging tighter to Glenn, cowering, making myself small.

I try to get a glimpse of what's going on in the main parking lot, but I'm not close enough.

With his shoulders tensed and footsteps light, Dad creeps forward, peeking around the wall.

"It's okay," Glenn whispers to me, turning to scold a growling Mouse, "Shh, boy. Shh."

I focus on the nearby sounds — Someone's car engine idling, boots scraping against tarmac, hushed voices. People. It's people.

As Dad pulls back behind the wall, Glenn asks him, "How many?"

"I count three," He exhales, glancing down at me for a moment, before shaking his head. "We gotta go."

"Okay. Come on." Glenn gently tugs me by the hand, pulling me along with him in the direction we came. "It's okay."

"C'mon, chicken," Dad encourages.

We stick close to the wall, Dad scanning the back parking lot with a slow sweep of his sights, before giving us a nod, letting us know the way is clear and leading us down onto the tarmac. Everything opens up. My gaze darts from the dumpsters pressed up against the chain-link fence, to the trash littered across the ground, to the distant trees, the sky, the back of my Dad's head, Mouse at his heel.

Dad takes one step back over the broken curb, his boot hitting the grass on the other side.

My fingers tighten around Glenn's as I lift my foot to do the same.

I'm taking a sigh of relief — The forest is right there. We can slip away — but the breath in my lungs is stolen from me. I stumble backwards into Glenn. A man shoots out from behind a rusted car, tackling my Dad, and a gasp escapes me, loud and sharp.

"Daddy!" I shriek, watching him tank the sudden impact with a grunt.

"Boys!" The man shouts over his shoulder. "Over here!"

Squeezing my hand, Glenn draws his gun, acting unsure if he should run with me or stay and fight. "Daryl?"

"Stay with Harley!" He orders.

We watch as Dad shoves the man off him in one powerful movement, sending his stocky body tumbling.

The man lands against the car door. The window cracks under his elbow, glass shattering, tinkling, falling at his feet. He groans like an animal, blood trickling down his forearm as he rears it back again, knife in his hand, about to stab Dad wherever he can.

Dad's crossbow comes down on the man's arm and the knife goes flying, clattering loudly across the parking lot.

"Fuck—" He cries, disarmed, before Dad takes a step back and — FWIP — unleashes a bolt into his face.

The man's legs give out, body slumping to the ground.

"What's going on back here?!" A voice shouts, footsteps approaching. "Eric?"

Glenn whips his gun around, shoving me behind him so fast; I only catch a glimpse of the — two? — men pouring into the parking lot before I'm pressing my face into the back of his shirt, squeezing his hand so tight I think I might break a few of his bones.

"Holy shit," One of the men exclaims as their footsteps come to a stop in front of us. "Eric! God, he's dead!"

"You'll be dead, too, if ya don't back the Hell up!" Dad barks at them, taking a step forward. "Back up!"

"You fucking killed him!"

"He attacked us first!" Glenn counters. "Put the guns down!"

"Oh, my God!"

"Who's that behind you?"

"Hey! You keep yer eyes on us and put'cher fuckin' guns down!"

The arguing, shouting, — Mouse's relentless barking — gets louder and louder with each second, ruminating into one big cloud of noise around me as I squeeze my eyes shut. I only wanted to help them scavenge some baby formula, enjoy the sun and the breeze, maybe win at eye-spy. Home is only a ten-minute walk from here. No, no, it wasn't supposed to go like this. It's never gone like this.

"Put that goddamn crossbow down!"

"I ain't doin' shit!"

"Everybody, shut up!"

The parking lot falls silent. I hear the footsteps of a third man approaching, slow and calm, like an angry teacher.

"They killed Eric," One of them exclaims. "We heard him shout for us."

"And this piece of shit here killed him. I saw it."

The footsteps slow to a stop, and no response comes. I wait for a gunshot or a punch to be thrown, but that doesn't come, neither.

After the pause has gone on too long, the man hesitates to ask, "Boss, what's wrong? Are we killing 'em, or not?"

"I said, shut up, Gavin."

Oh.

That voice.

Mer—?

No.

Merle is dead.

Merle was chained to roof and eaten by walkers and he's dead and he's gone and I mourned him and ghosts ain't real.

My movements in slow motion, I loosen my grip on Glenn's hand, my body going numb as I dare to peek out around his hip. As the scene reveals itself to me, a curtain pulled over a window inch by inch, everything hits me like a ton of bricks, years, names, memories.

The man standing at the front of the small crowd stares, gawking, at my Dad, unbothered by his confused friends.

When he glances down at me, his arm pointing the gun at us falters.

Our eyes lock, and suddenly ghosts are real.

I can feel myself start to cry, I think.

Merle.

Author's Note.

It's Merle! Is there anything more to say? He's back!

I'm going to have my work cut out for me in the coming chapters. Trauma, emotions. Here we come.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, everyone. ��

#the walking dead #twd fanfiction #twd #daryl dixon #fanfic #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon daughter #daryl dixon twd #rick grimes #angst #fluff #daryl dixon fanfic #twd daryl dixon #norman reedus #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x oc #oc #glenn rhee

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jacksgreysays · 6 months

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Bleak!primadonna AU brainrot continues (2024-04-04)

… I think I’m just becoming the blog of hyper-niche DoS future fic because… my brain… still rotting… from bleak!primadonna AU. At this point, I think there is no NOT!bleak primadonna AU, so maybe the bleakness doesn’t have to be specified anymore. The primadonna ‘verse, as it were….

ANYWAY, JUST BEEN THINKING ABOUT HOW EXTERNAL WOMB STUFF (as originated by loveelemental and further developed by damnsmartblueboxes) AND HOW THE POLITICS OF THAT WOULD OR WOULDN’T AFFECT SOME THINGS.

Because, like, I try to adopt as much of DoS fanon as I can from other writers and I realized one that I have internalized but didn’t think to apply to the primadonna ‘verse is the idea that Hana Inuzuka is the next Inuzuka clan head and also she’s a lesbian and engaged to her partner (as per JohnBurtonLee’s I Got You which I, at this point, pretty much consider DoS beta canon in that it’s basically canon until very specifically said otherwise by Word of God)

Anyway, all that being said: whether or not the Inuzuka are matrilineal (as I headcanon for the Aburame) or they follow primogeniture regardless of the firstborn child’s gender, it would still fall to Hana to have an heir of her own. Which, you know, get a donor, etc etc. BUT, if they want the child to be as genetically close to a biological child from both of them as possible, either Kiba is the donor with Hana’s partner being the carrier—I’m going to call her Kaori for now—or if Kaori has male relatives (a brother, ideally) then Hana is the carrier.

But, what if Kaori’s family SUCKS? What if they’re ABSOLUTE ASSES? What if they’re homophobic bigots who don’t approve of the relationship, much less them having a child together? Hana and Kaori wouldn’t going to want their DNA anyway. (Sorry to give you a shit family Kaori, but you're marrying into a pretty cool one so... congrats?)

But then it’s also like… uh… Kiba is your annoying little brother who really didn’t believe we were engaged. Not out of bigotry or ill-intent, but it’s still annoying. And also, like, don’t really want to think about your little brother’s sperm.

What’s a wlw couple to do?

Because it’s not just about the gestation and carrying the baby to term, but the incompatibility of egg-egg or sperm-sperm conception.

But wait! Introducing the new HaruNara external conception and gestation machine(/seal?)! For the low low price of (I don’t know, the first generation may be free since it’s all prototype and experimental?) you and your partner(s) can have the biological child you’ve always wanted! No mess, no stress, no risk that an undercover agent from an enemy clan/village will steal your bloodlimit and/or extremely politically important heir! Highly trained and accredited experts of medicine and sealing will oversee the HaruNara process and your genetic material/future child will be fully protected by an elite team of Konoha’s powerful shinobi! We’ll help you make the family of your dreams! SIGN UP TODAY!

… if you didn’t read all of that in an infomercial voice, I messed up.

What I’m saying is, Hana and Kaori’s first child—who I am now calling Manako which means eyeball—was of the first generation of HaruNara babies (a process which I assume EXTREMELY involved Sakura, hence the name).

Keen-eyed readers may remember that I wanted Mimi Inuzuka to be a year above Shikadai, and that is still true. I’m just giving Mimi Inuzuka and older sister, because I want the sort of… bookend of Manako is of the first generation of HaruNara babies and Mimi is from the last generation of HaruNara babies (outside of the ANY clan alliance)

AND HERE’S WHERE THE POLITICS COMES IN! :D

Because the HaruNara requires a sealing master (from the Nara Sealing Research Group) AND a medic specifically trained under Sakura. Although there are ANY medics trained under Sakura, there aren’t any non-ANY sealing masters—except maybe TenTen—who are trained in the use of the seals and equipment, of which those would be proprietary Nara technology anyway.

… and even if TenTen COULD, I don’t think she necessarily WOULD because she is indebted/grateful to the Nara for even putting her name on the NaraTen seals (still industry leader, decades later) and giving her those royalties as opposed to just, like, a one time “consultant/independent contractor” fee and then goodbye forever. I think, even if she isn’t officially part of the Nara Sealing Research Group, she does get invited a lot or consults enough (with appropriate/fair payment or additional royalties) that she wouldn’t necessarily turn her back against them. And, like, look. Even if it was decades ago, she did love Shikamaru and they were friends even when they broke up, so she also grieves for him too. I don’t know her stance on, you know, straight up murder the councilors who ordered his assassination. But I can’t imagine she’d so fully turn against Shikako—who, again, was even more her friend than Shikamaru, and so ACTIVELY contributed to TenTen’s career success—that she would scab against the Nara clan and run half of the HaruNara technique on behalf of Konoha unless they SPECIFICALLY ORDERED HER TO.

BUT EVEN THEN, I have to imagine the number of times she must have had “don’t interfere with clan affairs” thrown in her face regarding the Hyuuga Caged Bird seal and now she can throw it back in Konoha’s face. But, like, in a plausible deniability sort of way.

All that being said: the ANY alliance may very well be keeping this technique to themselves and either separately contracting (with all profits going to ANY alliance only, rather than it being split with Konoha) or charging an EXORBITANT FEE to those who are trying to hire them via Konoha official paths.

Because, like. You can’t tell me the Kantokusha clan of Hidden Grass don’t have the village under their thumb. That’s why they were so desperate to get rid of Shikako, someone who had seemingly defeated their ultimate technique.

And while Konoha has other methods of income, older and more established than the HaruNara seals, you can’t tell me the ANY alliance wouldn’t be extremely pedantic and petty about proprietary clan techniques. Again, just pointing at the Hyuuga’s Caged Bird Seal.

Of course, the ANY alliance isn’t trying to make more enemies—if anything, they are trying to do the opposite, and woo other clans to their theoretical secession—so they’re not being extortionate about it. But they are making it clear that this is a clan/alliance technique, not a village technique.

To be clear, this switch from it being a Konoha service to an ANY clan specific service is because of The Incident—hence why Mimi is part of the last generation of Konoha serviced HaruNara babies--so it’s not as if the ANY alliance have been denying or overcharging the Inuzuka use of the HaruNara process. And also, it may very well be that Hana and Kaori have reached the number of children they want (unsure if it’s just her and Manako or if I want them to have a/multiple siblings in between) and it’s just coincidence that they bookend the window of time where the HaruNara process was a village service and not an ANY alliance service. BUT I just thought that would be an interesting way to frame the Inuzuka’s involvement/opinion on the Incident, especially since I am REALLY thinking about writing another Primadonna ‘verse segment and it involves Team Chiyako which has Mimi Inuzuka and the Branch Hyuuga teen that Shikadai has a crush on.

Anyways, how do you look at all of your beautiful, rambunctious children and not be extremely grateful to the person who literally made it possible for them to exist. And, you know, wouldn't any Inuzuka member also want to tear to pieces the people who try to harm their family? Considering I imagine if the Inuzuka clan had a motto it would be something like Honesty, Loyalty, Integrity, I can’t imagine those Hana's personal opinion would be would be too different from her Inuzuka clan's opinion (unlike Chiyako and Tsunade’s, lol)

The Inuzuka are not official allies with the Akimichi, Nara, Yamanaka. They are also not official allies with the Aburame and the Hyuuga even though members of their clans get put on the same teams often due to synergistic abilities. I don’t know who they are official allies with, but we do know that they joined Konoha at roughly the same time as the other clans and have since been a pillar member of the village.

So the question then becomes: does the fact that their current clan heiress (Manako) and her sibling(s) exist because of Shikako Nara outweigh the generations of loyalty to Konoha?

Here’s where I thread this needle: I don’t think they would secede… but I do think they would gladly support a different Hokage and are fully in favor of Naruto stepping down. I think, if they have clan vows the same way the ANY alliance does, that Hana (with approval from Tsume and whatever elders or equivalent thereof that the Inuzuka clan has) changed them before Manako and her sibling(s) became genin and would have to say them.

I think Manako might not even be on a jounin led tead. I think Manako probably went from the Academy, then straight back to specialized Inuzuka clan training, both because she is heiress and also so that she wouldn’t necessarily have to swear oaths of loyalty to the village over her clan or to the current Hokage in particular.

Which makes Mimi’s placement on Team Chiyako interesting if she is the only one of her siblings(? Although, it could just be her and Manako) who didn’t get recalled back to clan training after the Academy. What oaths did she make? Are the Inuzuka very deliberate in their wording of loyalty to the village (but not the Hokage?) in protecting the people, but not the administration.

I think, if the Inuzuka can’t make Shikako Hokage (and if this WERE closer in time to the Incident, they probably would have voted a no-confidence in Naruto, had that been a route available to them) then they are part of the group who either want Kakashi back in power (even though he very much DOES NOT WANT) or are of the belief that if they can’t have a Hokage they can be loyal to, they will either FIND or MAKE a Hokage they can be loyal to.

By which I mean: if I’m already playing the next generation parallel game, not only is Mimi Inuzuka the kunoichi on a team one year older than Shikadai, she also, like TenTen, wants to be like Tsunade. But, unlike TenTen, its not because of healing, it’s because she’s a female Hokage and Mimi is going to be the next one if she has any say over it.

Basically, EVERY SINGLE MEMBER OF THIS GENERATION WITH ANY POWER/POLITICAL AMBITIONS WHATSOEVER IS GUNNING FOR THAT HOKAGE SPOT. Because if they don’t, Konoha may very well split in half.

I do think the most “healing” of the candidates is Shikadai, given it is a rift between Konoha and the Nara specifically, but hell… at this point, anyone else might be enough to get the ANY alliance to stay. Sarada who, even if she is still genetically a Sakura-Sasuke child, would have been raised by Sakura-Ino-Sai is arguably part of the ANY alliance… maybe?

I DIDN’T GET INTO WHAT THE HARUNARA CONCEPTION AND GESTATION MACHINE(/SEAL?) WOULD MEAN FOR THE UCHIHA REPOPULATION PROGRAM.

Because. Almost all of those Uchiha repopulation program kids I made are of age or younger than Shikadai. (Sakako doesn’t exist in primadonna ‘verse, sorry. Add another check in the bleakness column.) So either, they ARE using the HaruNara machine(/seal?) as an officially allied clan of the ANY clans (ANUY alliance? Hm… I don’t like that) OR it is one of the only Konoha official usage of it post The Incident—by which I mean, Konoha is subsidizing some/most of the exorbitant costs so that the Uchiha DON’T officially join the ANY alliance—OR… they aren’t using it and they’re just going old fashioned surrogacy (as it was originally written) but you HAVE to imagine that absolutely frustrates whoever is in charge of the program (probably Sakura, let’s be real) because there is this method to make the program so much more efficient if it weren’t for FUCKING POLITICS and it HAS HER NAME ON IT.

Oof. Yikes.

Anyway, sorry I went on a tangent. Many people are gunning for that Hokage spot, Mimi Inuzuka included. I think she was deliberately put on a jounin led team because Hana or Manako could smell/see the way the winds were blowing in Konoha. The Aburame heiress/future head as well as a Branch Hyuuga representative being on the same team—those two (and maybe the Uchiha, gotta figure that out) being the most likely to join the ANY alliance in secession—would need a stronger tether back to Konoha. And while the Inuzuka may have self-isolated a bit due to lack of faith in the Hokage, they are still loyal to the village as a whole. And then their third teammate is a Kurama because I’m already playing the next generation parallel game, so I needed a genjutsu user. BUT I have also made their abilities synergize, so this team does make sense functionally as well as, uh, metaphorically? Politically :D

FINAL TANGENT before I let this brainrot go, 1) Kareru Uzumaki definitely exists in this ‘verse because 2) the first generation of HaruNara babies are younger than him because the techniques didn’t fully gel together UNTIL Shikako discovered the seal he was in so 3) AT MOST there is eight years difference between the oldest of the HaruNara babies and Shikadai’s year, and I don’t even think that much but I can’t be bothered to do math right now.

Hopefully this rambling around will lead to an actual legible ficlet. If you made it this far, sorry for this disaster of a post.

#jacksgreyson #brainstorm #fanfiction #primadonna girl (says no thank you)#dreaming of sunshine #hana inuzuka #tenten #sakura haruno #kareru uzumaki

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barbieb0y · 24 days

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song of the tulips.

DAY 7 YAYYYYYYYY we going out with a bang here people. this is probably the longest one ive written for this event

today, i went with a crown of flowers upon the head + picnicking among nature’s beauty + a dance of blooming roses ! okay that last one is kinda untrue bc i wrote about tulips instead bc apparently theres a tulip garden in san fran and it's amazing bc tulips are my fave flowers. crazy

this is actually a sequel to my day 2 entry ! you dont have to read that one to get this one but you'll get the references i put here if you do!! also a little disclaimer this one is kinda suggestive. nothing too wild, just a joke and a subtle nudge but yeah. if i could write smut i wouldve done it for these two believe me (not for this week/event but in general)

enjoy what may be my last uppercut fic for a while. thank you scrunkly week for enabling me and my selfship these past few days, you have NO idea how much this means to me 🥺

Queen Wilhelmina Garden is fairly far from where they reside in Haight Street, especially if they are to ride there on Joe’s bike. Luckily for the couple, Joe has a rare moment of pure genius (yet a common moment of money spending for Paper Cut).

A peaceful smile creeps onto Paper Cut’s face, relieved that his lover took his advice to heart. It’s not uncommon since Joe sort of sees Paper Cut as the all-knowing doctor but it does well to remind himself that the biker is as stubborn as Paper Cut himself.

“Wow, you actually bought a car this time around.”

And beautiful it is. Paper Cut does notice something about it though.

“Yeah! Look at her – beautiful, ain’t she?”

“Considering it’s the exact same model as the car you rented that weekend in summer, I’m guessing you got emotionally attached to that car.”

Joe lets out an awkward laugh then falls silent, and so does his smile.

“...We don’t talk about that car.”

Right on the money, Paper Cut thinks. He’ll humor his boyfriend.

“Anyway, shall we get going then?”

A smile that can rival the sunshine instantly makes its way to Joe’s lips.

“Last one to get in the car is a rotten egg!”

“And soooooo Sally can wait…”

“She knows it’s too lateeeee as we’re waaalkin’ on by~”

It’s full-on karaoke mode in that freshly-bought car. Though Paper Cut always insists he won’t sing along (“I’m not as good as you.” “It’s not about being good, babe, it’s about having fun!”), a part of him subconsciously makes him belt out to radio hits either way.

“Man, I love music.”

Paper Cut’s confession prompts Joe to let out a hearty laugh. The freedom in Paper Cut’s singing voice is already proof of that fact but it’s nice to hear it from the man himself. Then Joe has a flashbulb moment.

“I oughta take you out to the disco sometimes.”

“Oh God, no thank you. Too many sweaty people dancing in one small, dark room sounds like a nightmare.”

Joe often attempts to drag Paper Cut into social situations knowing he won’t ever do it himself. As introverted as he is, he’s still a social creature as far as Paper Cut’s concerned.

Joe had expected this response. The reasoning is just a bonus. But his spirit is not broken so easily (which is merely a delicate way of saying he’s stubborn).

“When you put it that way, it sounds like one! Don’t worry baby boy, I’ll make sure you’ll have a good time.”

Paper Cut falls into red, bashful silence at the phrase “baby boy”, cursing himself for being so weak to pet names as such, but especially that one. Joe only smirks, knowing his victory is sealed. After a minute, Paper Cut sighs.

“Okay, but still, I don’t dance.”

Well, now he’s just straight up lying, Joe thinks.

“You did yesterday. I saw you.”

Joe genuinely thinks this is a good argument – it would be if it weren’t for the fact that Paper Cut was not made aware of this fact.

“It is very not nice to peep on people!”

Paper Cut gives Joe’s shoulder a light hit, the blush never leaving his face. Joe manages to scratch the back of his head in shame with one hand.

“Yeah okay, but you looked like you were having a good time!”

“Keep your hand on the steering wheel, dammit!”

The two keep on bantering for the rest of the journey, the radio karaoke forgotten entirely.

They wouldn't say the idea of having a picnic here is anything original but they definitely expected less picnic blankets strewn about. But it's a pleasant sight – friends, couples, families, even individuals are out here surrounding themselves with nature's beauty with sandwiches in hand.

Thankfully, despite the amount of people, the couple still manages to find a spot for just the two of them, a little ways away from the rest of everyone else just in case Paper Cut gets too anxious (and in case Joe wants to initiate some “socially unacceptable” PDA – the two tries not to lament on the fate on couples like them too much).

They start unpacking their lunches – fried rice and fruit juices courtesy of Paper Cut, mineral water and (of course) sandwiches courtesy of Joe.

“Man, you’re out here serving us food like we’re kings meanwhile I just brought us plain-ass water and peanut butter jelly sandwiches like we’re kindergarten kids.”

The exaggeration pulls out a laugh from Paper Cut.

“C’mon, it’s not that serious. As long as it doesn’t kill me, I’ll put it in my mouth. And no, that’s not your cue to joke about you-know-what.”

A pout makes its appearance which Paper Cut ignores in grace, continuing to set up their little picnic spot with a little hum of a radio hit on his lips. With gentle sunlight and the scent of newly-bloomed tulips embracing the couple, Paper Cut feels like he’s a budding plant himself.

They start digging into their food; Joe sees this as a prime opportunity to gossip about the going-ons of their neighbors and the neighborhood kids while Paper Cut relishes in people-watching from their place.

At some point, Joe, being the kinaesthete that he is, gets up to walk around the garden but not without a quick heads-up to Paper Cut. Paper Cut, on the other hand, takes this as his cue to dominate the picnic blanket and lie down as if he’s making a snow angel (a picnic blanket angel, maybe). He soaks up the sun while he can, before he eventually retreats into his “man cave” as some locals have described his residence.

He tries to gain some inspiration from the springing of mother nature that surrounds him. Grass greener than the other side, the rows and rows of tulips in different hues reminiscent of a Holland rainbow, laughter tickling his sensitive ears, and skies as blue as his lover’s gentle eyes. Paper Cut never thought it was possible to feel this alive. Should this even be a bandage? It is an emotion so heavenly that it may transcend corporealness.

“Enjoying yourself, arent’cha?”

All things come to an end, yes, but beautiful things can begin right after. Joe snaps his boyfriend out of his trance with his teasing voice and the beautiful skies he has for eyes. In addition, he comes bearing gifts, which he then proceeds to rain down on his boyfriend who’s in the process of sitting up. Literally.

“What the–”

He is met with a shower of flowers and their healthy green stems, in which he tries to shield his face from by dropping his head and raising his hands, forming futile gates. Joe giggles and as he sits down, utters a quick apology for the prank. Paper Cut doesn’t take his teasing to heart but he pretends to sulk anyway, prompting his lover to elaborate on the sudden appearance of flowers separated from their fields and gathered on their picnic blanket.

“There’s a bunch of stray flowers around so I just hoarded them for no reason. But then this really nice lady taught me how to make flower crowns for them so that kinda took a bit of my time. You don’t mind, right?”

Paper Cut gives his lover a small laugh at his recount of his little walk. It’s difficult to get mad at this guy.

“Not at all. It’s very ‘you’ to already be making friends out here.”

Joe guiltily rubs a hand on the back of his head either way, offering an apologetic smile. His boyfriend merely shoots him a knowing glance.

“So lemme guess… you wanna try making flower crowns with me?”

Paper Cut starts to fiddle with a flower, staring at it curiously. He doesn’t have any kind of flower crown knowledge or experience so it’ll make for an interesting activity.

“Yeah! We can make them for each other!”

Joe is beaming once more. If the sun ever feels like retiring, Joe can easily fill in the vacancy.

“Haha, alright then.”

Well, at least he can say he tried his best?

For a first attempt, he’d say it’s not that bad. His demons are fighting amongst themselves to whisper in his ear that it could’ve been better while Paper Cut himself basks in the simplicity of having had fun making the flower crown.

“You finished?”

Paper Cut looks up from where his crown lay in his lap at the question and merely nods, a bit shy to show off his creation. Meanwhile, Joe raises his own like a well-earned trophy.

“Ta-da!”

The boundless wonder in his eyes can only make Paper Cut smile tenderly, matching the demure nature of the flower crown Joe made – all pale pink and yellow tulips, it’s a color combination that Paper Cut thinks is spring itself.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you.”

That is all he can muster up to say aloud. There is a proud twinkle in Joe’s eyes that eventually transitions into an affectionate one, once he places the flower crown on his boyfriend’s head.

Paper Cut is as red as the flowers on his lap now and he averts his gaze out of embarrassment. A light chuckle escapes his lover’s lips but he doesn’t say anything else.

“W-Well… I made this. It’s not as good as yours but…”

The blushing boy somehow manages to mutter and, still without looking at his lover, outstretches his hands to show Joe his flower crown. It is a dance of crimson tulips, and Joe can feel Paper Cut’s deep love and passion in his creation.

“Cut… this is the prettiest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Aside from you, I mean.”

That manages to bring a laugh out of Paper Cut, his embarrassment subsiding slightly. He rises to his knees as Joe leans down to aid him in placing the crown on his head. They both laugh this time and Joe makes the first move to revert to his original position, allowing the flower crowning ceremony to resume.

They then proceed to gaze into each other’s eyes, both enamored by each other and unsure of what to do next with all this tension. But as usual, Joe initiates – once the two of them are within suitable proximity, he leans in for a delicate kiss. Paper Cut takes a second to overcome his shock and then reciprocates.

The world around seems to dissolve as they kiss and as Joe shifts to lay Paper Cut down. The former leans down once more to plant more kisses which the latter returns with no hesitation. Mother Nature sways in a sudden breeze, as if to shield them from prying eyes.

It is until Paper Cut lets out a little noise that clarity hits him like a truck. He instantly puts a hand between his face and Joe’s to stop him from continuing.

“Okay okay okay, I think that’s enough. We’re in public, remember?”

He insists as he watches Joe’s consciousness snap back into place as well. Joe only sighs, whether satisfied with their little love session or discontent that he was interrupted, Paper Cut doesn’t know. But it’s a reminder much needed for the both of them.

“It’s easy to forget when I’m around you, really.”

This time Paper Cut only rolls his eyes in amusement. His lover truly takes any chance to charm him to death.

“Corny.”

Joe guffaws as he pulls Paper Cut to sit up together.

“You like it though.”

Paper Cut lets out a brief “hah”, now leaning on Joe’s shoulder. Joe follows suit.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

They enjoy each other’s company for the remainder of the afternoon until they eventually have to head home (“Actually, can we stop by a mosque on the way home? It’s getting kind of late.” “Honey, you should’ve told me earlier, I’d hate for you to miss your prayer because of me!”). More bantering and singing ensue in their little car, with the addition of another kissing session once they’re actually home. But perhaps, home is wherever and whenever they’re together.

Spring is the season for the new, and the flower crowns that adorn their home walls mark the beckoning of a new chapter for the couple.

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Pairing: omc x omc Rating: Explicit Tags: oral sex (m! receiving)

Chapter 1: "Talk me into it"

The mornings were growing colder.

Lucas’ boots collected dew and pieces of wet grass as he traversed the short distance from the chicken coop back to the cabin, his breath visible on the crisp morning air. He came in through the laundry room, kicking off his boots and rolling his eyes at the mess of muddy pawprints Verne had left behind on the room's vinyl flooring from his run the night before.

He hung up his coat and went into the house, carrying the wire egg basket into the kitchen. Today the basket was full. The chickens were still producing near their peak. But there would be fewer and fewer eggs as the colder months set in, and out here in the mountains, fall could bleed into winter in the blink of an eye. Come November, they’d be lucky if they got a half dozen eggs every other day.

That wouldn’t be a problem for most people, but most people didn’t eat the way that Lucas and his husband ate. They had to produce the majority of what they consumed, because living out in the middle of nowhere like they did meant that spur of the moment trips to the store weren't an option. Supply runs needed to be planned out and executed with military precision. Good thing Lucas had married a soldier.

Verne was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a plate heaped high with toast and eggs and some of the sausage they’d pulled from the freezer. The cabin smelled heavenly of cooked meats, and Lucas felt his stomach rumble in anticipation. "Mornin'," he hummed, bending to kiss the top of Verne's head as he stole a sausage link off the plate. He bit down and groaned at the pop of skin and rich burst of flavor over his tongue. “Oof. Now that's tasty.”

Verne grunted and swallowed around his mouthful. "Got me this prettyboy husband, kinda knows how to cook."

Lucas snickered as he went to set the eggs by the sink. "Anybody I know?" He'd taught himself how to make linked sausages two springs ago. They always kept at least one of their goats dairy, but the rest were for eating, as were the pigs. Lucas was the one in charge of turning the animals they raised into the meat they ate, because even though Verne would never admit to it, his big squishy heart just couldn’t handle the slaughtering process.

The big lug wouldn’t hesitate to hunt down a deer in the forest and mercilessly rip out its throat, but give him a little barnyard piglet to slaughter and he'd suddenly start reconsidering the importance of bacon. It was equal parts ridiculous and endearing to Lucas, who knew that deep down his mate was a big old softie. He was just covered with an outer shell so thick, he might as well be calcified.

Verne was a hulking six-foot-two, two-hundred-twenty pound alpha werewolf. He was what Lucas liked to call "stupid big," which meant he was intimidating. The gnarly scars that slashed from cheek to hairline on one side of his face added to the effect. If people who met him weren't already cowed by his sheer size or his surly attitude, then the scars usually sealed the deal and guaranteed him a wide berth in public spaces—which was certainly Verne's preference. He hated going into town and only did so when absolutely necessary. Unfortunately, such a time had arrived, and he'd have to eased into the idea.

Lucas returned to stand behind Verne's seated form and began playing idly with the short crop of his hair. “I think I’m gonna try water glassing eggs,” he mused.

Verne grunted. “What the hell’s that?”

“It’s supposed to keep them fresh for up to a year. You just put them on a shelf, no refrigeration needed.”

“That sounds made up.”

“No, it’s a thing. There’s a whole chapter about it in my canning book. I’ll need lime to do it, though.” Lucas rubbed coaxingly behind Verne’s ear with his thumb. “Do you ... think they’d have that in town?”

Verne ignored him.

“We need a bunch more of the Mason jars, too,” he said. The root cellar was nearing its capacity with everything they'd harvested. “A lot of preserving to get through, these next few weeks.”

Verne stubbornly didn’t answer until he’d chewed through another huge forkful of his breakfast. “What makes you think I’m doing the next run? It’s your turn.”

Lucas bent down to nip at his ear, then squeezed his neck in mock dominance. He enjoyed the warning growl he got for his efforts. “Oh, I don’t know,” he purred. “I bet I can come up with a way to talk you into it.” He rubbed the inside of his wrist against Verne’s jaw, scenting him.

Abruptly, Verne pushed his chair back from the table, but he didn’t stand. He turned the chair with a long-suffering sigh and let his arms hang loose by his sides. Very pointedly, he spread his legs wider. “C’mere, then,” he said lowly. “Come ‘talk me into it’.”

Lucas’ pulse picked up, just like it always did when Verne bossed him around. He felt a familiar heat bloom low in his belly at his husband’s words, his tone, his arrogant stare, and most especially at the sight of Verne’s huge legs spread wide and presumptive, straining against the worn-thin flannel of his pajama bottoms. Verne sat there watching, looking smug and amused, but the dark gleam in his eye and the growing bulge between his legs betrayed his interest as he waited to see what his mate would do. Lucas licked his lips and sank to his knees right there on the kitchen floor. He rubbed up and down the tops of Verne's legs, then slid his hands inwards to squeeze at the massive muscle of his inner thighs, feeling the heat of his body radiating through the flannel. When Lucas peeked up at him, Verne was watching with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Go on,” he prodded, voice already slipped down to that lower register that made Lucas’ cock thicken in his own pants. "Take me out."

Lucas hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled, and Verne lifted his hips up just enough to be helpful. The pajamas got pushed down and kicked away, and Lucas’ attention zeroed in on his husband’s gorgeous, half-hard cock. He wrapped his hand around it and played idly, giving a few soft squeezes and strokes, thumbing the foreskin over the head as Verne grew harder. Lucas was a big guy himself and nothing to scoff at, but Verne was bigger than him in every way, including this. Cupping his heavy balls took up Lucas’ entire palm. He rolled them in one hand while he stroked his cock with the other, and eventually Verne lost his patience and started thrusting his hips up into it.

“Gotta say, Babe,” he sighed. “I’m not feeling very 'talked into' anything just yet.”

Lucas looked up, locking eyes with him in a purposeful gesture of dominance.

And Verne, of course, didn’t tolerate it. He grabbed him by the hair, giving a firm scruff. "Mind yourself, boy," he growled, though there was also a sly grin pulling at the edges of his mouth as he said it. He scruffed him again for good measure, making Lucas moan and his cock jerk hard at the show of aggression. As an alpha himself, Lucas was supposed to be wired to hate being dominated by anyone. And usually he did. But with Verne it was different. With Verne, his wires were crossed. Always had been, always would be.

He opened his mouth wide and sank down, taking Verne’s cock inside. It was just as much of a struggle as it always was, an all-consuming invasion of the senses that Lucas relished. He sucked on the head, tasting and teasing with his tongue, stroking the shaft with one hand and massaging the soft weight of his sac in the other.

Verne exhaled shakily from above, both of his hands coming to rest on the crown of Lucas’ head as his hips flexed upwards. “Fuck,” he sighed, pushing a little more forcefully. “Yeah, baby. That’s it. Take a little more."

Lucas did, allowing Verne to push him down until his cock hit the back of his throat. He choked for a second, drool leaking steadily from his mouth and making a mess in the thatch of dark hair at the base of Verne’s cock. Verne growled in satisfaction, his pelvis flexing up again and again, softly fucking Lucas’ face. “That’s it,” he kept muttering. “What a good fuckin’ boy. Fuck, Honey.”

Lucas let himself be spurred on by the deep rumbles and filthy strings of words that his husband threw down at him. He gave into the feeling of being used, those huge hands and flexing hips, the fat head of Verne’s cock bumping against the back of his soft palate every few thrusts. He rubbed Verne’s balls and massaged his half-blown knot, giving as much as he could until it became too intense. He whined, and Verne let him up for air, guiding him to lay his cheek against his thigh while Verne took over with stroking himself off.

“God, you’re pretty,” he husked as he jacked off hard and fast, fingers slipping over the head in a way that made Lucas want to get his mouth right back on him. But Verne held him down when he tried. “Uh-uh, Honey,” he said. “Jus’ hold still for Alpha. Lemme see that mouth.” He was staring down at Lucas’ face, eyes zeroed in on his wet and swollen lips. He used his free hand to thumb at Lucas’ bottom lip, making him smile. “Open,” Verne commanded, breathing heavier as he got close. Lucas did as ordered and parted his lips, presenting the flat of his tongue. Verne groaned and grabbed his hair again, using it to pull him in closer so he could jack off right in front of his mouth. Verne's cockhead and that one, worrying knuckle kept bumping Lucas' tongue. “Shit, Honey,” he gasped. “Oh, fuckyeah. Keep it open.”

Lucas did, and he watched as Verne’s brow pinched and his jaw slackened in pleasure. Seconds later he came, his knot swelling and spurts of hot cum landing all over Lucas’ tongue and lips and chin. He smiled and let his eyes slip closed. It lasted a long time, Verne’s balls jerking and emptying everything they had onto Lucas’ face. Lucas waited it out with one hand massaging Verne’s knot to milk it all out of him, and the other down between his own legs to try and provide some sort of relief.

When Verne was finished, he exhaled hugely and abandoned his cock to cup Lucas’ face. He smiled fondly down at him, not missing how his mate was already touching himself while he knelt there on the floor. Lucas turned his head and kissed his Alpha’s palm, then rubbed his cum-smeared face against the glands at Verne’s inner wrist, right where his registration tattoo was. He could feel the shudder that went through Verne’s body at such a submissive gesture. Lucas peeked up and smiled at him. “So?” he said. “Did I talk you into it?”

Verne laughed and shook his head, but he also reached down to haul Lucas up from the floor and make him stand in front of him. He started undoing Lucas' fly, intentions clear. “You always do,” he muttered wryly. Then he pulled Lucas’ dick out and paid him back in kind.

Thanks for reading! Until the Snow Melts will be available for purchase on Amazon Fall 2024 - L.T. Swann

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢

It was the next morning. And when Franny had woken up she took care of John's kids. Katie was already up and playing in her room. She was John's oldest. Then came his other daughter Dorothy. He also had two smaller boys. Oliver and Henry. She woke them up and clothed them.

Went downstairs with them and made them breakfast. They were happy that their Auntie Fran was there. Because now they were eating eggs instead of bread with a bit of marmalade. Franny sat down to feed Henry his pieces of egg instead of him grabbing them and throwing them around. When John came downstairs. Dottie ran straight into his arms and he lifted her up pouring himself a cup of tea and sitting down with her. 'Thank you, Fran.' He said while squeezing Oliver's cheek who was eating his egg carefully. 'I have a family meeting in the Garrison this afternoon.' He said while playing with Dottie's hair. 'Shall I pick up the kids after school then?' Franny suggested taking the empty plate away from Henry and giving him a cup of tea with milk.

'Nah, that's okay. Anna from next door picks them up with hers they can play together till dinner. 'Look at you being a responsible dad.' Franny said smirking while standing up to give John a piece of bread with an egg. And then starting to do the dishes with Katie. Who always wanted to help Auntie Franny. 'Then I'll just go and help scutboat with the bets today.' Franny said as she helped Katie put the dishes away.

John just nodded while digging into his own breakfast. Franny put the kids in their coats and took them toward school. Later that afternoon the race was almost starting so scudboat was putting in the last bets. They got everyone out of the shop. And Franny was closing up. Thomas had just come in and met with Polly. Who told Thomas John wanted a meeting in the Garrison. Thomas sighed and looked around.

'Scudboat John will be here in ten minutes.' Polly said. 'But my daughter has a school play..' Scudboat said, not wanting to disagree with Polly or Thomas, but he told his wife he'd be there. 'I'm here aren't I?' Franny said closing up a few books and putting them away in a locked Pantry. 'Five then.' Thomas said and the three of them walked out of the shop. Franny rolled her eyes and locked the door behind them when they left. She started cleaning the mess and was sweeping the floors

When she heard sudden movement.' Finn?' Franny asked. But there was no answer. Franny shrugged and then continued sweeping. But in a matter of seconds, there were at least ten Lee boys running through the door holding their loaded guns at her. Franny grabbed her gun out of her corset but she was too late. Two men grabbed her from behind and she had nowhere to go. 'This is for Cheltenham.' One of the men said to her. Holding a gun up her face.' We're just taking back what's ours. We don't want to hurt a pretty girl like you.' he said while wanting to caress her cheek. But Franny was looking devilish and she held her head up when he tried to reach her.' Don't touch me you imbecile.' she spat at him. His facial expression changed, and he stomped her with the gun he was holding, making Franny fall on the floor.

In the Garrison.

Everyone had gathered around and Thomas asked John what was troubling him. 'What's troubling me?' John said almost snickering. 'Why don't you tell me what's happened to Fran Tommy.' John said while lighting a cigarette. Thomas fell silent.

'She told me all about your Kimber charade.' John said while standing up. 'You know that I love her. Why would you ever do that to her.' John started again he was getting mad now. 'What did Fran tell you, John?' Arthur interrupted. 'Do you guys know why Fran was with Tommy to the races?' John said leaning against the wall. 'To keep Kimber occupied.' Arthur answered. 'So that Tommy could seal the deal with his advisor.' Polly added. 'True. But did he also tell you, he let Fran go to Kimber's house to let him have his way with her?' He said throwing his cigarette away. Thomas sighed and closed his eyes. Polly stood up.

'YOU DID WHAT?' she was furious. And Polly was not cute when she was furious. She was a hothead but furious almost never.' That girl is saving us every time with the kids and the money and everything. Her dad is a huge reporter for the evening dispatch and you whored her out Tommy?' She spat.

'It was all in full consent.' Thomas said in his defense. 'Of course, did you also try to get her a higher rank in the company if she did it.' John said looking at him.

Thomas didn't answer. 'See what did I tell ya.' He said to the other two. 'I spoke to Franny she is upset and feeling horrible.' John said. 'She can't even be alone right now because she can't sleep.'

'So that's why...' Polly asked him, meaning that she was with him last night.

John just nodded. 'Might I add that nothing happened there.' Thomas interrupted. 'I was on time and backed Kimber off.'

'Yeah but on what costs Tommy.' Arthur intercepted. 'The poor girl won't trust men for years.'

'Tommy you know I need someone to help me around with everything. I need her, The kids need her and now you just ship her off as the company whore..' John said almost begging Thomas to help him with it. When suddenly the door opened.

'Tommy we've been done over.' Everyone jumped up. 'Franny.' Polly said breathlessly And they all jumped up towards the shop. When they came inside everything was pulled apart. Chairs frown everywhere. They had tried to get into the safe. And Franny lay there on the ground. A few people had surrounded her with a wet cloth on her head but she was still out. 'Who did this?' Thomas asked as he and John both sat down next to her.' I. I don't know. I wanted to come in with the key to ask something off John and then I saw the door open and everything was like this.

Franny suddenly burst up her white blouse soaked with blood. She tried to catch her breath when she saw both Thomas and John sat at her side. 'Who did this Fran?' John asked pulling her hair out of her face. 'The Lee boys, everyone was here all of a sudden. I closed the door and was cleaning when suddenly the backdoor swung open and there they were. 'Arthur and Polly had been looking around to see what was stolen.' They've taken anything they can lay their hands on. Four cash boxes' Polly said walking around. When Thomas came around the corner. 'They left these.' He was holding a pair of wire cutters.

'Wire cutters. Why would they leave wire cutters ?' Polly asked. 'Nobody move.' Arthur suddenly said. The boys were looking at each other. 'I think our friends are playing the game.' Thomas said. 'What game?' Franny said standing up. 'Fran stay there!' John told her with a stern voice. It wasn't stern like he was angry. It was a stern concerned voice.' don't touch anything.'

'Erasmus Lee was in France.' Thomas said. 'Whenever we gave up ground to the Germans, we'd leave behind booby traps, set up with wires. And we'd leave wire cutters as part of the joke.' Thomas said. His eyes were scanning the room. 'Somewhere in here, there's a hand grenade.' John spoke up. Making both Franny and Polly's eyes turn big.

'Holy Jesus.' Polly said. 'Fuck me.' Franny cursed. 'Attached to a wire.' Arthur explained. 'Don't move any chairs or open any doors.' John and Arthur started scanning the room. 'Go easy John Boy.' Arthur told him.

Franny looked at Thomas. And he started shaking his head. 'It's not here is it?' Franny asked him. 'No. If it was in here, it would have blown by now. It was my name on that bullet Erasmus sent.' Thomas stated. 'He set up a trap all right. But he set it up just for me.'

'Thomas.' Franny then said. Making all the eyes in the room turn to her.' Didn't you say you got into the fight with the Lees because of your car.' she looked at him. He just nodded and he was gone. Franny was right behind him. 'I think Finn was saying he was playing in the car.' She said as the both of them fastly walked to the garage.

Finn was sitting in the car playing with the steering wheel. 'Finn.' Thomas said. He looked up and smiled. 'I'm pretending to be you!' He said excitedly. 'Finn stay exactly where you are.' Franny said. The both of them walked closer to him. 'Which door did you open to come in Finn?' Thomas asked. 'I didn't. I climbed in.' he stated proudly. 'Finn. I want you to climb out exactly the same way you climbed in, okay?' Thomas said he was standing next to the door now.

Finn was smirking as he then pulled open the door and jumped out. Franny heard something drop and she heard Thomas scream. Franny jumped on top of Finn and shielded him away from the car and Thomas. 'CLEAR!' She heard Thomas yell and an explosion was heard a few meters further. Thomas had run towards the both of them shielding Franny from the hand grenade. But they were unharmed.

Slowly Thomas, Franny and Finn walked out of the garage. Finn was holding both Franny's hand and with his other he was holding Thomas his hand. Thomas then sat on one knee and took Finn's head in his hands. 'This is why you should never pretend to be me...Okay?' Thomas asked him. And Finn just nodded fastly. He was scared of course. When Thomas stood up Finn clinging to Franny's skirt and she walked towards the house with them. Her head was pounding like crazy and she didn't think this day could get any worse.

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Thursday, February 15 - Hope Bay and Brown Bluff

What a perfect day! After yesterday's gloom and clouds we woke to a brilliant sun, and a lot of sea ice. Every way we looked was a beautiful scene and we had two locations planned for today.

Our first stop was Hope Bay, which is home to the largest Argentinian enclave in Antarctica. It was here that the first child was born on the continent, which was a way for Argentina to try to lay claim to the peninsula (it didn't work). Within a few years, back in the 80's, Chile then boasted about the first child "conceived" and born in Antarctica, and thus was "born" a baby arms race. Today, of course, no one "owns" Antarctica (because of the treaty of 1961), but many nations haves bases here - some just summer outposts and others, like McMurdo, staffed all year long.

Hope Bay is home to a large Adelie penguin colony, but for the most part the adults have all left and only this year's crop is still around, some of them still with baby down and not yet waterproof enough for depths or long distances. They are also not terribly aware of the dangers of the sea, such as leopard seals. Our first outing today was a Zodiac excursion and one group actually saw a leopard seal grab a penguin and shake it to break it apart, something I have only seen in videos. We later saw a couple of the seals, and also the remains of a dead penguin floating by. The seals go for the fat, and leave the head, skeleton and flippers, which makes for an interesting carcass.

We saw lots of live penguins, however, on the shore and on a couple of small bits of floating ice. Adelie penguins are among the first to breed every year, so these are youngsters, and it takes a bit of courage for the first to make the leap from the top. The first one we saw consider it got to the edge, had a good look and then scrambled away. The next one thought to also retreat and turned around, but then slid backwards and was launched out and not so gracefully entered the water. Later we saw three scramble back out of the water and up a steep slope of ice. The first two managed it quite easily, but the third kept getting only a little ways before sliding back down to the bottom, at least five times. Jokes were made about it being a bad time to clip one's nails.

The Argentinian base here is also pretty overrun by penguins, who have no fear of humans. Except for skuas and sheathbills, which tend to feed on eggs left unwatched, penguins have no land predators, and only need to worry when they are in the water.

Just before lunch we had a briefing for tomorrow, as well as some interpretation for our sites for today, including a interesting story about a team posted near here in 1901-1903 and the doomed ship that came to pick them up. It turns out there were three groups of men, all known to each other within a small area - the original outpost, those who had arranged a meeting place and wound up there, and a third group who had been on the rescue ship that sank in the ice nearby. Eventually everyone found one another and wound up at the outpost (including the ship cat) and were rescued by another ship the following summer.

We had a nice long lunch break, since we were in the last group (of six) today. Unfortunately, we weren't able to land at Brown Bluff because the wind had driven a lot of loose ice onto our landing zones, and there was also a lot of swell, which makes driving the boats onto the shore and back off again very difficult, if not impossible. But we were able to do Zodiac tours instead, and followed three humpbacks around, watching them until they dove deep, and then going along the shore to see more Adelies. Brown Bluff is aptly named - I only realized when I chose pictures on the phone for today that the actual pictures of the bluff are on my main camera, so you can take the one partial picture above and extrapolate.

We kept an eye out for seals here, too, but our boat at least didn't see any. Because of the staggered times, different groups see different things, but almost every group sees something special. We were the last boat back to the ship, and by this time the swells had really increased, and timing was everything transferring from the Zodiac to the Venture. One of our group had a few problems, but the staff patiently managed to get him back on board.

It's amazing all the forms that the ice can take. There are mushroom shaped ones, others that look like swans, or Henry Moore sculptures or large chairs. The colors, too, range from almost pure white (the newer chunks) to varying shades of blue. Later in the evening, after we set sail again, we passed a huge tabular ice floe, which is the next to last photo. We were enjoying a sushi dinner up in "the Club", and ran out into extremely windy conditions to take photos. We also quickly ran back indoors.

The last photo was taken at about 10 PM. Although we are well past the Solstice, it is still light quite late (and very early), so there's almost always a view. This evening we are crossing back across the Antarctic Sound and with the wind we have a bit more movement again, but tonight it should just lull us to sleep.

Tomorrow we have two more stops - another Zodiac in the morning, and a landing in the afternoon. The weather looks good again, so we may be able to stroll around the penguins.

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from one admirer to another : new years?

pairing: leon kennedy x reader || masterpost: from one admirer to another

synopsis: from one admirer to another, an online penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! Luckily for both you and Leon, you get matched up! What do eggs and Christmas even have in common anyway? sure hope it's that modeling business and NOT that Ada Wong addiction.

featuring: reader as scrambled eggs // leon as christmas

Christmas...

SUNNY'S SO CUTE AUGHHHHHHH... I drew a twitter mental breakdown emote trust me I'm going through it. Sunny looks so cute. My roommate and I have a black cat called sesame bun, but she doesn't register on polaroids or film so I cry a little each time I see photos of her. Wish I had your number so I could send you photos of her, but that's against FOATA policy, so... oopsie.

You forgot to get their number?? That's an insane thing to say. How do you just casually— okay, well, on that topic, I forgot to get the number of the dude I was making out with on new years as well. It doesn't help that I was so drunk that I barely remember what he looks like. All I know is that he was hot and at the same new years party as me. I don't even remember what he called me. He was just so... hot. Okay, sorry, this isn't about me. This is about you. YEAH. I'M SHAMING YOU FOR NOT GETTING THEIR NUMBER (joke) And, yes, you used it right)

We're friends. I promise lol.

I live with my best friend! We're actually day ones and when she started working her current job, I was there with her at her first event. I can't say too much about her, but we've lived together ever since. I'm like... her stay-at-home best friend? Something like that. I earn less than she does, and she bought the whole apartment with her first paycheck, so now I just do everything that a husband would. Basically, I cook and clean on days I don't work and I dry her hair for her after her showers.

She helped me a lot (well, I live in her apartment so there's that) and I just love her so much :(.

The other two in our little group in high school also went into the same industry as her, except in different directions, so we see them every now and then. Sisters before misters or whatever. She and I are 4 lifers.

As for stuff about me... not too much to say. I told you all of my defining factors already. Sesame bun was adopted when we first got the house, so she's like four years old now. Cute little girl. I attached a keychain I ended up winning from another Ada event. I have one already, so I figured it would be better in your hands.

Hope you get that model's number, scrambled eggs

You seal the letter and toss it on your bedstand by your phone and head to the kitchen instead of bed because 1. you're hungry, 2. you're hungry, 3. you're hungry. You want a quick snack.

"Hey." Ada raises a brow at you at the sight of your laptop in hand. "Killing half of your reading population again?"

"It's just the comfort now." You yawn. "I want ramen."

"Shin noodles is not ramen." Ada pauses. "Also, no. You're cutting for your next shoot, remember?"

"God, can't they CGI it or something? God forbid a human eat for once." You huff, grabbing a pack of konjac jelly instead, huffing as you pop open your laptop. "I hate this industry."

"It's not that you can't eat."

"Where's the medicine for blood sugar?"

"You already had one today. You'll be fine." Ada hands you a jerky packet, and you groan in bliss.

"China my beloved."

Ada rolls her eyes, going back to her phone to text her relatives again. "Anything you want mailed this time?"

"阿尔卑斯..." You mumble. "Alps lollipops my beloved... please..."

"I'll let them know. Anything else?"

"QQ gummies are here now, huh?"

"Yeah." She pauses. "Let's have them mail some anyway."

"Love you."

"Yeah, yeah. Anything else that they can legally mail over?"

"Oh, I want gum."

"Extra?"

"Yuh. The white packaging one." You grin. "I'll dedicate this chapter to you again."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." You blow a kiss at her, and she rolls her eyes.

"Sap."

"I'M HURT."

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We've been away for a week now. And I am truly having the time of my life. All the fears I had before the trip have been proven wrong; I have not been sea sick and I am not freaking out because I am stuck on a boat. In fact I feel free. I really enjoy the work and I am handling the physical and shift part of it.

I've been up since midnight, for the 2nd day in a row. It's now just after 2 pm and I'm heading to bed. The last few days have been busy, and getting into the AM-shift routine.

We keep deploying drifters. But instead of letting them float for 12+ hours, we pick them up sooner, redeploy them and pick them up again. In between chasing drifters we measure the turbulence with an instrument that we literally yo-yo (that is the scientific term) off the ship into the depths of the ocean. It is a pretty boring job, as we just have to sit there and watch it; stop it when it's close to the ocean floor and wheel it back in. But I have introduced my shift buddies to Qwixx! Which is a little game that needs little enough attention to do when the instrument is getting wheeled back to the surface.

The last 24 hours we have worked on a different location near one of the canyons of the Cook Strait. Which is a 3 hour sailing from the location where we have been in the past week. We started sailing there yesterday just before sunrise and as the sun came up, we were able to spot more and more wildlife. First the birds; 100's of Albatrosses and other large sea birds and then came the 100's dolphins, common dolphins and the smaller Dusky dolphins, that were playing all around us, swimming in the waves created by the Tangaroa and further out they were jumping out of the water. It was a spectacular sight! The seals also showed up, they were mainly chilin' around the boat, floating in the sunshine and annoying the birds that were also drifting in the water.

I start to get to know the crew a bit better and they know where to find me when there's great stuff to see and take photos of! We even learned one of the deck crew how to play Qwixx in the early hours of the morning.

It still feels a bit weird, the AM-shifts. My alarm is set for 23:22. I don't think I have ever set an alarm for that time before. We have some simple breakfast before we start work and the real breakfast is served at 6:30 - eggs, bacon and sometimes even hashbrowns if we're lucky! Normally I can't handle such a rich brekkie in the morning, but it's kindoff lunch for us and most times we've opened our first package of chippies before that time. Actual lunch is served at 11:30, which is the main mean of the day as most people are awake at that time. The PM-shift takes over at noon. And the little bit of the afternoon that's left is spend by processing and plotting some data, relaxing (playing Qwixx, now that I got some people hooked onto that) and an early bedtime.

Today was a wonderful day, the ocean was super calm, almost flat! We were back closer to shore at our usual location. The sun was out, there was not much wind and we just relaxed out on the deck in the sunshine, overlooking the sounds of the South Island. I often realise at such moments how lucky we are that we get to work in these amazing places.

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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I don’t know if this’ll make the cut, but brothers with an MC wearing their (the brothers) clothes, and I’m talking full ensemble not just a random jacket or accessory (you can delete if you’re not comfortable of course)

So when left with the question of whether this was a full on clothing theft or a cosplay of some kind, I'm going with theft because that's just funnier to me. Just a little MC marching around in Beel's tent of an outfit… Hilarious. 🤭

MC Steals the Brothers’ Outfits

Lucifer

It started out like any other morning, Lucifer woke up early in bed - as he always does - but when he rolled onto his side to stir the MC, he found their side of the bed empty…

Normally, he’d have thrown up the alarm in an instant, but his mind was still groggy as he tried to recall what happened the night before… He could have sworn the MC slept over… unless…

MC: “Good morning, love.”

Their voice was enough to get him sitting up again and he uh… well he was not prepared for what he saw. The MC was sitting with their legs crossed at his desk, attempting to imitate his “I’m-in-Complete-Control-Here” energy as much as they possibly could, but with an added detail…

They were wearing his clothes. His favorite suit to be specific which was tailored to his much bigger frame, resulting in a frankly ridiculously ill-fitting look on their smaller human body...

MC: *picks up a poisoned apple off the desk, continuing their very best Lucifer-impression* “You should get up, love. We have an early meeting today and we can’t keep Lord Diavolo waiting.”

The MC appeared to polish the apple with his sleeve for a moment before taking a bite, looking pleased with themselves before their eyes widened in complete horror. It only took a split second for them to spit the unchewed hunk of apple into a nearby waste basket and toss the apple away in panic.

MC: “Ah FUCK!! I forgot I can’t eat these!!! SHIT!!”

Their panic only grew as Lucifer could no longer hold in his laughter, the booming volume of which is enough to wake up all his brothers throughout the House.

MC: “Lucifer, don’t just sit there laughing!! Bring me some water or something!!! LUCIFER!!!”

Mammon

Look, Mammon always gets up late so not being able to find, like, any of his normal clothes was a serious problem! He’d already dug through half his closest and still couldn’t find anything!!

He had a photoshoot that he had to get to in less than hour and he still needed to take a shower, get dressed, get his stuff together, then bolt halfway across town before-

MC: *literally kicks open his door Kuzco-style* “Yo, yo, yo!! What’s up, Mammon??”

First off, the sudden loud bang of his door hitting the wall nearly scared him out of his skin, but before he could even yell at the MC for their weird entrance his brain had to process what they were wearing….

Good news! He found his missing clothes, the MC had thrown them on while he was sleeping - sunglasses and all - and now stood before him with a toothy grin on their face.

MC: “What's the problem, Mams? Lucifer got your tongu-EEEK!”

Apparently, they weren't expecting Mammon to literally lunge at them and capture them in a tight hug, practically lifting them off their feet with a laugh.

Mammon: “What'cha think your doin', MC?? I'm gonna need those back ya know?”

MC: *laughs loud and bright, throwing their arms around his neck* “I know, I know... But I wanted to surprise you!” *stops laughing suddenly and blinks* “Huh…”

Mammon watched the MC experimentally lift his glasses off their nose then put them back down, repeating the action several times before snickering.

Mammon: *frowns* “What's so funny?”

MC: “Nothing really but… Mammon, do you wear these just to make everything look like gold?”

Mammon actually had to pause before responding, pulling the MC closer with a devilish grin.

Mammon: “Nah… I ‘cause got all the gold I need right here~”

MC: *chuckles and nuzzles his cheek* “Nice save...”

Mammon: *his cheeks flush and he frowns* “I dunno what your talkin’ about... But could ya go put on a t-shirt or somethin’? They’re paying me big for this shoot and I really gotta go!”

Leviathan

Another convention, another cosplay far too complex to ever hope to peel out of… Though Levi would never regret wearing his five piece Lord of Shadow cosplay, it’s a heavy thing and certainly not something he can change out of in a bathroom stall…

When he finally got back to the House, he wasn’t looking to do anything but drag his tired body back to his room and change into some more manageable clothes… but… well…

When Levi opened his door, he saw the MC sitting alone at his computer desk playing a game by themselves. That was all well and good but… WHY IN DIAVOLO’S BLACK HELL ARE THEY WEARING HIS CLOTHES???

When they heard the door, the MC whipped their head back and they both stared at each other in an awkward silence… His clothes didn’t even fit them right!-or maybe they did?? His mind was panicking because they had the collar of his shirt covering their mouth and it looked so moe it was actually ridiculous!

Levi: ……….

MC: ………….

MC: …. “I can explain.”

Levi: ……. “Y-yea?”

MC: “I was having trouble on this one level and you wouldn’t pick up the phone… so I thought ‘What would Levi do?’... and it escalated…”

Levi: “You think??”

Levi felt like he could die right there, but he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from embarrassment or happiness… On the one hand, the MC was literally trying to be him in order to get better at video games - which was flatteringly adorable… And on the other, the MC is pretty much cosplaying as him, right in front of him… and looked so damn cute doing it too…

MC: “Is this weird…? This is weird. I’m sorry, I’ll go change-”

Levi: NO-agh! *he throws a hand over his own mouth, surprised by how loud he just shouted* … “U-uh… no it’s fine…”

MC: “Okay...?”

MC: “But could you put your phone down? I think you’ve been taking pictures for the past two minutes…”

Levi looked down at his hand and sure enough he unconsciously pulled out his phone in camera mode and has been spamming the “Capture” button long enough to have his thumb cramping...

Levi: “Oh.” *stops for a moment, then seems to second guess himself*

Levi: “Uh… just one more?”

Satan

When you share a house with Mammon, you grow accustomed to not being able to find things from time to time, but an entire outfit??

When he woke up one morning to find that he couldn't find any of his normal clothes, he blamed Mammon right off the bat…

I guess in hindsight, what would Mammon want with his jacket? But anger doesn't always jump to the most rational conclusion, you know?

After searching for "long enough," Satan stormed out of his bedroom on a warpath. He didn't stop his march until he was banging on Mammon’s door with a closed fist!

Satan: “Mammon!! What did you do with my clothes you useless, money-grubbing asshole!?”

When he didn’t get a reply, likely because Mammon was hiding in his closet or something, he was about to kick the door in when he felt a tap on his shoulder...

When he turned his head, much to his surprise, he found his missing clothes!... They were on the MC - right down to the single sleeve - and the MC met his eyes with a mischievous grin…

They had a book in their hands he recalled seeing once at the library: "101 Ways to Prank Your Partner," open like they'd been reading down the hallway.

MC: … Page 47.

They winked at him before bolting back down the hallway in a fit of giggles and oooh, it was on now.

Satan spent the morning chasing the MC through the House, both laughing and dashing around in reckless abandon. He really needed his clothes back and he wouldn’t mind an extra hour or two with the MC when he got them… 😏

Asmodeus

Asmo isn’t exactly a morning person… Though he forces himself awake so he can perform his wake-up routine, by the time he comes to the table it’s a hit-or-miss on how irritable he’s going to be...

Of course, his favorite outfit suddenly disappearing from his massive closet did not help his mood in the slightest!

Who would take his clothes?? Well, that’s not even a question - surely plenty of his devoted, adoring stans would kill to even have his scarf, so maybe the better question was, “How??” Lucifer keeps all the doors and windows magically sealed at night! (He would know, having been locked out on numerous occasions)

Asmo was tearing through his closet, wracking his brain for any place he might have left his beloved outfit, before he heard someone clear their throat by his bedroom door.

What greeted him was a lovely look at the MC wearing the missing clothing in question, even with all the grace and style he would himself!

Asmo: *jaw-drops* “MC???”

MC: *smirks at his delight and winks at him* “Looking for something?”

They strutted into the room with the confidence of a mock fashion model and took a silly vogue pose in front of the closet, barely holding in a fit of laughter from their actions.

MC: “… Or just at me?”

Asmo, of course, snatched them right up in his arms with a delighted squeal.

Asmo: “Oh. My. Diavolo!! MC, you look just gorgeous!!!- Because you look like me, of course.” 🤭

MC: *laughs and cups his cheeks to pull him closer* “Who wouldn't want to be you, Asmo?”

Asmo: “So true… But you’re already perfect, my love~” 😘

And he went on to prove that to them all morning long...

Beelzebub

Beel didn't even get the chance to notice his clothes were missing. He had a tournament the night before and was sleeping even harder than Belphie that morning...

What woke him up was the smell of food: scrambled shadowhawk eggs, hellboar bacon, pancakes with nightshade syrup….

Beel's stomach had him sitting up long before his eyes ever opened, drawn in by his nose alone.

MC: “Beeeeel. Wake up!”

Beel's eyes dragged open at their request and what he found had his mouth watering... The MC had brought him a dining cart with a complete breakfast spread, brimming with portions only Beel could ever finish, but for once he wasn’t looking at the food.

The MC, for whatever reason, had decided to put on his clothes… And keep in mind that Beel's built like an ox compared to almost anybody. They were absolutely swimming under all that fabric (thank the Devil for his suspenders…)

MC: “Congratulations!!!”

They throw their arms up excitedly, making the unzipped jacket balloon out like a parachute behind them… It's a remarkably cute image.

Beel: *blinks* “Oh.” *he gets a little pink, still very confused* “What did I do exactly…?”

MC: “You won the championship last night, remember? Or did you forget already??”

The MC takes a step to the side and begins pointing at the plates on the cart.

MC: “I thought we'd celebrate with some breakfast! I brought you eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast, cereal-”

As they continued their list, Beel's hand naturally reached out towards the cart eagerly, before something finally clicked in his head. WHY were they wearing his clothes??

Beel: “Wait. MC, why are you wearing-...?”

MC *holds their hand up* “Hold on!”

MC: “-oatmeal, muffins, banana bread, annnd…” *they get onto the bed and plop down onto his lap with a grin*

MC: “Me! Congratulations, Beel!!”

They lean up to peck his cheek while his arms automatically wind around their waist. The combination of their scents already bringing out a different sort of hunger in him…

Let’s say if this is his reward, he'll never lose a game again. 😏

Belphegor

Belphie was in the middle of his afterschool nap in the library. The day was exhausting, so he didn’t even bother changing uniforms… The couches there were comfortable and the space was quiet, really nothing should have woken him up...

But somehow, for whatever reason, something did. A tug… Something was chasing away his dreams by tugging on the cow pillow in his arms.

MC: “Beeelllppphie….”

The tugging did not cease and he half growled in response, still keeping his eyes firmly closed.

Belphie: “What now...?”

MC: “I need this…” *they tug on the corner of the pillow a little harder* “Can you let go please…?”

What kind of question is that?? No one takes away his favorite pillow!

Belphie: *hugs the pillow tighter* “Go away, I'm trying to nap…”

MC: “Noooo please…! I need it for something right now…!!”

They started really pulling on his pillow now and he only held on tighter in annoyance. Since they wouldn’t leave him alone, he finally opened his eyes.

Belphie: “MC! Why are… you..?”

His voice trailed off as he finally saw the MC standing there in his usual outfit. His cardigan was so long over their arms that they had to grasp his pillow through its sleeves...

While his drowsy mind tried to catch up, the MC snatched the pillow from his grasp with one swift yank.

MC: *grins* “Mine now!”

They turned to bolt out of the library, but Belphie snatched them by the waist and dragged them back to the couch with him.

Belphie: “Fine, but then I get a new pillow.” 😏

The MC yelped as he flopped on top of them, pulling them close like a body pillow and resting his head into the crook of their neck to enjoy the soothing smell of their scent mixed with his.

MC: “W-wait Belphie…!” *tries to wiggle out from under his surprisingly heavy deadweight* “I was just playing around…! Please don't fall asleep on me!!”

Belphie: *yawns and settles in, already drifting off* “Too late… G'night, MC…”

MC: “Belphie!!!” 😫

They could complain all they liked, he wasn’t going to let them go for a few hours. Cute or not, MC, nobody takes his pillow!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me requests

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Mulder & Scully vs. the Bake Sale

WC: 2212 | M 15+ | MSR | Post Revival | Domestic Fluff | A03

Summary: Mulder and Scully try their hand at baking brownies for the school bake sale.

Tags: @xfilesbingo, @today-in-fic

Bingo: Cooking (top right)

She hears him before she sees him. Muttering curses as he bangs pots around their comfortable kitchen. Mulder looks disheveled, an unidentified white power dusting his eyebrows and shirt, eyes wild.

“Mulder you texted 911, what’s wrong?”

Scully walks over to Mulder and inspects him closer, brushing the powder off his face before reaching up to give him a kiss.

“What are you covered in?”

“There was an incident with the powdered sugar-“

Scully tries, half heartedly, to suppress a laugh at his expense.

“Clearly. Is that what you needed help with?”

“No, I got that under control. The bake sale is tomorrow and we’re bringing brownies.”

Scully is pissed, her arms are folded and her eyes are narrowed.

“Did you seriously call me out of work early to bake brownies? Why didn’t you just use a box mix?” Dressed in her designer business suit, she is clearly not in the mood to play domestic goddess. Giving his best helpless puppy dog eyes, Mulder tries to win Scully over as she looks at the allergy list he’s handed her.

“Look at the allergy list?! I can’t use eggs, so I had to buy this substitute. No dairy, so it's vegan cocoa, it has to be gluten and nut free too.”

“Mulder, why am I here?”

Coming up from behind her and pressing himself close, he wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her neck. Her body's warm response betrays that she’s starting to come around to the idea of helping him bake. “Scully, with this allergy list we went from baking to advanced chemistry. Come on, be my Lab Partner..” That comment elicits a chuckle from her, Scully turns around in his arms to face him. “Fine, but I get to lick the spoon.” Mulder agrees and seals the deal with a lingering kiss. As his hands start to wander up her suit jacket Scully pulls away and stops Mulder in his tracks. “Wait, where’s the Munchkin?”

“She has a sleepover tonight at her friend Clara’s house, so it’s just you and me.” Mulder waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“And you’re wasting our one night alone baking!?”

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

With a resigned sigh Scully agrees, heading off to change into comfortable yoga pants and a faded t-shirt that has seen better days. Mulder can’t help but notice she’s not wearing a bra as his eyes settle on her chest, his appreciative gaze interrupted by an amused Scully who tries to get his focus back to the task at hand.

As Scully reviews the recipe, Mulder starts organizing the supplies and awkwardly places a bathroom scale on the counter by the ingredients.

“Mulder, you can’t use a bathroom scale to weigh the ingredients!”

“Why?”

“For starters it’s not calibrated for weighing lower mass objects. Here, we have a kitchen scale.”

Scully goes into a drawer and pulls out a mini kitchen scale while Mulder puts back the bathroom scale. Mulder is fascinated by the kitchen scale and starts his thorough investigation, turning it around, pressing random buttons and sniffing it. Scully draws the line at sniffing the scale and gets him to put it back on the counter with a disapproving shake of her head.

“I kind of feel like we’re drug dealers now.”

“Sugar is the new crack. Mulder, here read the instructions -”

“Sift 65 grams of cassava flour with 85 grams of the vegan cocoa powder.”

“Wait, let me see that-”

Scully grabs the recipe off Mulder and hands it back to him. “This recipe has more cocoa than flour, and a ridiculous amount of sugar in it.”

“I guess it’s making up for all the other ingredients it’s missing. I hate that the weights are all in grams, I couldn’t work out how to change it to ounces.”

Scully pats him on the back, “it’s okay, I’ve got it old man.”

They banter back and forth while they continue to work, Scully carefully measuring ingredients and following the instructions while Mulder enthusiastically assists. The mood in the kitchen is playful, and while Scully firmly believes that Mulder has picked the most complicated brownie recipe in existence, she’s having fun and glad they’re doing this together. “Alright Mulder, you grease the tin, I’ll handle the mixer.”

Mulder starts greasing the baking tin and watches curiously as Scully adds a powder to the mix and it starts to foam up.

“What was that?”

“The recipe uses baking soda as a leavening agent so we had a little exothermic reaction.”

Mulder kisses her head, “if this doesn’t work out at least we can build a volcano.”

Once the batter is ready Scully turns off the mixer and starts pouring it into the greased tin. Mulder places it in the oven and sets the timer while Scully happily licks the spatula. “This batter is actually pretty good, I’m not sure how it’ll bake though.”

“Let me try,” Mulder goes over to Scully to lick the utensil but at the last minute she pulls it away from him, licking the spatula seductively with her tongue giving an evil laugh. While she’s making a show of licking the batter Mulder grabs her wrist and pulls it away from her, she goes to cry out but he covers her mouth with his and presses his entire body against her, not stopping until he elicits a moan of approval. With a grin Mulder pulls back from her, “you’re right, the batter is pretty good.” Scully takes a few seconds to recover, gracelessly dropping the spatula into the sink and pops herself up onto the counter. Mulder notices his window of opportunity is closing, Scully has taken her phone out and is browsing so he inserts himself between her legs, nudging the phone away from her line of sight with the pretense of kissing her neck. “Hey Lab Partner, the experiment isn’t over yet.”

“Oh yeah, what do you want to do while they bake?” Scully pretends to be oblivious to his overtures as Mulder continues to nuzzle her neck.

“Want to fool around?”

“Meh,” Scully responds with a detached shrug. Mulder pulls away in shock and mild offense.

“Meh? Since when do I get a ‘meh’!?”

“It’s only 17 minutes, it doesn’t seem worth it-” Scully says with a gleam in her eye.

“Oh, I could make it worth it.”

“Actually, 15 now-”

With a dejected sigh Mulder begrudgingly realizes he’s not going to win this round.

“Fine, I’m not making love to you with a shot clock running.”

“Later though.. Come, play Dots and Boxes with me.” Scully excitedly brings her phone up and nudges Mulder to do the same, he perches next to her as they start playing. Scully quickly becomes invested in the game, while Mulder keeps looking up at her every time he makes a move to watch her dramatic facial reactions of extreme joy or frustration. He would probably do better at this game if he just watched his own phone, but gazing at Scully has long been his favorite pastime. Just as she’s about to win the game her phone rings and she growls with frustration. “Answer the phone and you forfeit!” Mulder says with glee. “That’s not fair, this is important.”

“It’s your rule Scully, just answer it and we’ll rematch later.”

Scully answers the phone with a pout, hopping off the counter to take the call in the other room. While she’s gone Mulder gets to work cleaning up and takes the brownies out of the oven. Scully comes back in time to see him wiping down the counters.

“You cleaned up the kitchen! I didn’t even get a chance to bug you about it!”

“Yup, I’ve got moves and plans tonight Scully”, Mulder brandishes the dish towel with a flourish that makes her laugh. “That’s a pretty good move, what are your other ones?” Mulder grabs Scully’s hand and pulls her across the kitchen into his arms like a well practiced dance move, rocking her back and forth as he talks.

“Well first the cleaning, so you’re not distracted and I can have your full attention.” Mulder punctuates the sentence with a suggestive thrust of his pelvis as he continues his silly dance of seduction. “I just ordered Thai food, I thought we could open a bottle of wine, watch that documentary on climbing El Capitan in Yosemite-“

Scully gives a hearty moan of approval, “those are some pretty good moves there Mulder. So, what’s your plan?”

Mulder brushes back hair so he can whisper into her ear, “lower your guard with my moves so I can convince you to have noisy, rambunctious couch sex with me.”

With a giggle, Scully tugs on Mulder’s neck and brings him into a kiss of approval.

“I like your plan, Mulder. Did you test the brownies were done when you took them out of the oven?”

“No, but they look cooked.”

Scully breaks away from Mulder and grabs a skewer and sticks it in the brownies to check, making a show of examining the results for Mulder’s benefit. “Perfect bake! Oh shoot, I broke a bit of the edge when I was testing it.”

Mulder goes to inspect the damage and gives a dutiful sigh “we’re just going to have to suck it up and eat that piece.”

Mulder gets out the knife and starts cutting.

“Mulder that’s a huge chunk. Split it with me, I’ll get us some milk. When is our Thai food coming?”

“In about 30 minutes.” Mulder takes a bite of his brownie, “damn these are good.”

“Well it’s just chocolate, sugar and some binding agents-“ Scully takes a bite and makes a moan of approval that shoots straight to Mulder’s cock, he gets up and heads back to the kitchen.

“I’m getting another piece-“

“We shouldn’t-”

“Screw that, you like the edge pieces right?”

The night continued in a light hearted fashion; eating Thai food on the couch, drinking wine and laughing at each other’s stories from the day. The news played on the television but was mostly being ignored in favor of talking with each other. Between a preschooler and their work schedules, quality time between them had been a rarity. After decades together, Scully loved the way that they always fell back into sync, enjoying each other’s company as much as when they first met.

The buzz from the wine was only noticed by Scully as she attempted to stand up to put the leftover Thai food in the fridge. Both of them laughed at the fact that there was more leftover food than leftover wine.

From the kitchen Scully calls out to him, “Mulder, do you realize we ate half the pan of brownies?”

“Is that bad?” Mulder slowly makes his way into the kitchen to see what the issue is.

“We can’t send our daughter to school with 4 brownies for the bake sale.”

“Statistically it’s unlikely there’ll be 4 left by tomorrow.”

Scully can’t help but laugh at the ridiculous situation and the fact they probably will eat all the brownies by tomorrow.

“What are we going to do? I think people normally bake a few batches so they can sell more.”

“Scully, that seems like a lot of work, and there’s still no guarantee that more than 4 will make it into school by Monday.”

By this stage they’re both giggling and continuing to pick at the brownies in the pan.

“Are we bad parents?” Scully asks unsure if she should be taking this issue more seriously.

“No, we’re just the kind of parents who are better at buying baked goods than making them.” That response earns him a hug, as Scully rests her head on his chest, still softly giggling. Suddenly, she excitedly breaks away from him, eyes gleaming and Mulder knows his partner has an idea to save the day. “Mulder, we can make popcorn balls! We have a ton of kernels and they’re allergy friendly!”

“You’re brilliant!” Mulder uses this brainwave as an excuse to lavish Scully with kisses, which she graciously accepts until he starts to tickle her. Grabbing his arm she pulls him towards the stove. “Come on, help me make the popcorn balls. Seeing as we’ve eaten most of the brownies there’s a chance they might even make it into school.”

“Make extra though.”

“Good call.”

Standing side by side, they work on their popcorn concoction together in a comfortable silence. Fatigue starts to wear on them both as the night drags on. Mulder is unable to hide a gigantic yawn that is echoed moments later by Scully. Scully bumps Mulder’s shoulders, “do you still have high hopes for couch sex tonight?”

“I think we have to give that one a miss, but I have a new plan-“

“Oh yeah?”

“You, me, bed. I down half a bottle of Tums to counteract all the Thai food, brownies and popcorn balls consumed. We put on that documentary on Yosemite, and you fall asleep on me after 15minutes.”

With a resigned laugh Scully pulls him into a hug, somehow the most mundane plans can seem wonderful with the right person. “Your plan actually sounds pretty good, Mulder. But add in waking up for noisy, rambunctious morning sex and you’ve got a deal.”

“You’re on!”

#msr #txf #x files fanfic #the x files #mulder and scully

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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We've had tìo Félix, but can we get some tìo Agustín in here?

TÌO AGUSTÍN TÌO AGUSTÍN-

"Agustín! Agustín!"

Agustín looked up from his book at Félix, who just poked his head through the door. Julieta decided to take the kid's out with her to work today, and he had the day to relax. Least, he HAD the day to relax.

"What's up?"

"Listen, I forgot today was Dolores's performance at school, and I told Pepa I could manage while SHE helped Julieta in town. So I KINDA need you to watch Camilo."

Agustín raised a brow. Ever since he'd known Félix, he had never been the best with timing and managing things. He ALWAYS managed things the last minute, often getting people to help him out of just nowhere. It was a position Agustín had been in a million times before. Some things just never changed.

"I don't MIND it, but how come you can't just bring him with you?"

Félix's face translated to 'you fucking serious, dude?'.

"He's a kid who JUST got shape shifting powers. I can't focus on him AND her music."

"And Bruno can't watch him? Abuela?"

"Abuela got Bruno on another of those dates she keeps setting up for him. She's gonna be too worried about him to focus on Camilo. Plus you and I both know she's a little. Strict. My boy has confidence, I don't want her to ruin that."

Agustín had to agree. He liked Abuela, but she was a bit. Forceful, strict. She made people feel small, without even trying. That stuff was damaging to his self confidence as a teen (what little he had anyway), so him and Félix agreed to try to avoid Abuela being alone with the kids as much as one could. They didn't hate her in any way, she was great. In small doses. Agustín sighed, putting his book back up on his wife's shelf.

"Fine, fine. But you owe me a drink."

"I'll pick us up something on the way back, something REAL nice. I know a guy."

"When do you NOT, amigo?"

They had a bit of a handshake to seal the deal, before Félix left with Dolores. After wishing Dolores goodluck with her performance (her voice would pair beautifully with her playing, he's heard it before), he went to Camilo's door. He gave it a knock, and stiffened as soon as he saw Abuela step out of it.

"Agustín."

"Abuela. Were you spending time with Camilo?"

"Yes. And his room is fairly close to Julieta's. You'd be amazed how much I can hear from it."

Oh. Shit. He adjusted his tie nervously. Abuela grew to like him eventually, but that didn't mean he ADORED him like Félix.

"Abuela, I can explain. You see-"

"Mi mami would be disappointed if she knew you spoke of Abuela like that."

"I didn't mean- wait. Your...mami?"

Abuela's face looked startled, before she sighed. The woman in front of him groaned, before suddenly turning into Camilo. He huffed bitterly, arms folded.

"Ugh, I HAD you! You were shaking in your fancy socks!"

Agustín sighed in relief. Kid was a pretty good actor, and the voice was pretty damn good.

"Hijole-you CAN'T scare your poor tìo like that. Do you want me to keel over, mijo?"

"Didn't you leave me your glasses in your will?"

"Camilo that was a joke."

"Not to me it wasn't."

Agustín remembered when he used to want a son. He gave a gentle shake of his head, before gently nudging Camilo out of his room.

"How about we forget that for a second, and get you some food. You're hungry, right?"

"But tìa says I can't eat till dinner."

"Well, Julieta isn't here. And if I don't tell her you had a snack, and if you don't tell her, how will she know?"

Camilo nodded, seeming satisfied with the logic. Agustín assumed her 'no snacks' rule was for manners, as this boy was never NOT hungry. Agustín walked him into the kitchen, expecting to find something to heat up. Unfortunately, nothing. Shit, now he was going to have to cook.

"Uh...tìo? You okay?"

"Yep, totally. Fine. How we feel about fruit?"

"I want eggs."

Of course. Of course this kid wanted something that involved fire. It's okay, Agustín, you can cook an egg.

"Okay, one egg-"

"I want five."

"Five-I don't even eat that many eggs!"

"I do."

Agustín thought about arguing that this kid didn't need five eggs, but he decided to just bite the bullet.

"Alright, fine. How do you want your eggs?"

"Scrambled."

Okay, at least he wanted it in the easiest way possible.

"Okay, scrambled. Go sit down and-"

"I wanna help."

"Camilo you can't even reach the counter-"

Camilo immediately turned into Julieta. He put his hands on his hips, looking rather cocky.

"You were saying?"

Well this was surreal, teaching Julieta how to cook. He sighed, and handed him an egg.

"Okay, fine. Crack one egg into this bowl and-CAMILO!"

You ever watched your wife bite into a raw egg? Well today, he had. It dribbled down his face, and he winced at the crunch of the shells.

"Feels weird. I'd eat it without the shells."

Agustín quickly swiped what was in his hand, before tossing it into the trash.

"Please don't. You could get sick. And now you're a mess."

He watched as Camilo sloppily licked the egg off of his mouth and forearms. He will never unsee this as he looked at his wife. He let Camilo watch as he cracked all the eggs, and started to mix them into the bowl. Camilo peered over his shoulder, brow raised.

"So what next?"

"Next, we put butter on the pan, so it doesn't stick. You want to help me with that part- dios."

He'd give Camilo points for enthusiasm at least. But this kid was grabbing a soft stick of butter, and just. Eating it.

"It's salty."

"Yes, yes it is. Since you have it, can you put it in the pan?"

He watched as Camilo smeared the butter on the pan with Julieta's usually dainty fingers. He waited till he seemed he was done, before quickly turning on the stove, and starting to wipe Camilo off. So weird, the skin even FELT like Julieta's.

"You are such a messy boy. If you're not careful, you'll just take a permanent bath."

"Pants on fire."

"I'm not lying! I'm-"

"No I mean your pants are on fire."

Agustín quickly turned to see his butt pressed against the open flame. He yelped as he immediately hopped into the sink, thanking his lucky stars that Pepa was too lazy to drain it this time.

"Thank you. I uh, assume you didn't want toasted buns with your eggs."

Camilo chuckled, offering no help as Agustín stepped out, and poured the eggs into the pan. Camilo clung to his sleeve as he studied the pan, only, looking like Pepa this time. Odd, seeing such a bashful and timid look on the face he'd grown to associate confidence with.

"Don't burn these, please."

"I won't, I won't. We just have to stay here, and focus on it."

Agustín mixed the eggs till they were just a smidge undercooked, before putting it onto a plate. A little salt, and it was done. Camilo immediately sat at the table, turning back into himself. He tucked into his eggs extremely quickly. He recalled, when he was a baby, that he was always in the mood to be fed.

"'S good eggs."

"Thank you. It was nice to cook for you. But you probably shouldn't eat every ingredient along the way."

"But what if I like it? I can't know if I don't try it."

"I mean. That is true. But it can also be unsafe for you, mijo,"

Agustín took his plate as soon as he finished, taking it to the sink and rinsing it off, alongside the pan he cooked with.

"What if you eat something, not knowing it's dirty, or old? Could hurt your pansita, then you won't be able to eat and-oh no."

Camilo was NOT sitting in the chair anymore. Holy shit, he just lost his nephew. Oh Félix was going to kill him, and Pepa was gonna kick his corpse. Okay think, you're five years old with the ability to shapeshift, what do you do? He tried to think, when he heard something fall from the other room. He immediately ran, and saw him. He had knocked down a vase as he tried to climb up his piano. Why? Because Bruno left the jar of cookies on top of his piano. Half the time his instrument was used as a table, which he hated tremendously.

He immediately dove in to grab Camilo, knocking over the jar, and making it fall on some of his keys as they fell onto the floor. It didn't break, thankfully, but the loud sound hurt his damn ears. He was about to scold Camilo, when he laughed.

"Wait, was that sound?"

"The...piano? You've heard it before."

"Not like THAT! It always sounds like wussy music, like the kind Dolores plays. I liked what THAT was!"

He set Camilo down on the stool as he picked up the jar from the floor.

"I mean, the piano does way more than just sweet songs. I can play something different, if you'll sit there and listen."

Camilo looked at him with big ol' eyes, and nodded eagerly. Agustín sat down next to him, and immediately knew which song to play.

"Okay, this one is one of my favorites. It's called 'flight of the Bumblebee'. Now try to follow my hands."

The one thing Agustín didn't fumble on, was the piano. It made him feel in control, it made him feel like he can do absolutely anything. His fingers flew by themselves, he hardly paid attention to the keys. And Camilo just watched. He was amazed, fascinated even. When he finished, he was expecting just praise, maybe a song request. He didn't get that.

"Can you teach ME how to do that?"

"What? You wanna learn how to play? Really?"

Camilo nodded, reaching over to press a random assortment of keys, seeming to experiment.

"Yeah! That was cool! And it wasn't boring like your usual music! Can you teach me? Please?"

Agustín chuckled. He'd taught his daughters, surely this wouldn't be too difficult.

"If you'd really like to, I'd be honored. Let's start with some basic keys. Follow my lead now, I'll go slow."

Agustín didn't know how long he had been sitting there for. Just that this was the most concentrated, most still he had ever seen this boy.

"Like...this?"

"Very good! You're a natural, mijo!"

Camilo looked happy for a second, before sort of frowning.

"I always wanted to learn to play something, just like Dolores."

"Why didn't you ask your papi? He's wonderful with a tiple, and Dolores is learning."

Camilo sulked, pressing the same key over and over slowly.

"Papi offered to teach her, and she never asked him. I thought, because he didn't ask, he didn't want to teach me."

"Well, you have me to teach you this. So you know it's something I WANT to do. If anything, your papi might be jealous that you chose MY instrument instead of his."

Agustín was an only child, so he didn't know if that was common between siblings, but it was still unfortunate. He lightly patted Camilo's head, and his heart melted for those helpless little eyes.

Camilo chuckled, turning into a spitting image of Agustín.

"He just might be. Now come on, teach me more!"

"Teach you more what?"

They turned to see Pepa and Julieta, both of whom were guiding the girls back in. 'Agustín' grinned at the sight of his mother, and dove for her, immediately being picked up by his mother.

"Mami!! You're home!"

Pepa grinned at her sister almost smugly.

"Here I am, stealing your man, after all these years. You think you'd know someone."

Julieta rolled her eyes at her sister, before welcoming the hug from the real Agustín.

"You watched Camilo for the afternoon, eh? How was it? Any accidents?"

"Not at all! You don't have enough faith in me, vi vida-"

"What's wrong with papi's butt?"

Isa asked, peering over to the scorch marks on his pants. Julieta gave him a look, hands on her hips, with Mirabel copying her.

"You cooked again, didn't you?"

"Listen I didn't need an arepa, I don't count that as an accident."

"You guys wanna hear an accident? My absolute disaster of a date."

Bruno grumbled as he walked into the scene. The poor guy looked exhausted, making the adults wince. Dating had NOT been kind to Bruno, never had been. 'Agustín' immediately sat back down at the piano, eager.

"Oh wait wait, let me play, I have just the thing for this!"

He played 'dun dun dunnn' loudly, making Bruno chuckle.

"Geez, where were YOU when I was absolutely bombing back there?"

"Eating eggs and playing the piano."

"...can Agustín babysit me next? That sounds a million times better than anything I just did."

The real Agustín chuckled as Camilo showed him what he learned today. He wrapped an arm around Julieta, softly sighing.

"We should have a son, mi vida."

#not transformers #encanto #we love tìo Agustín trying his hardest #current Camilo can KINDA play a few songs #but like Luisa he kinda fell out of it #him and Agustín play together sonetimes though

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harveywritings92 · 3 years

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BNHA Vampire soulmate au: they feed off you for the first time.

They explain to you how blood tastes to them and enjoy a meal...

Tw: Blood drinking, heavy petting

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Hawks: It's been a year you and Keigo seem to be together, you've been talking about moving in together anywho, You got a paper cut and Keigo who was crashing at your placed smelled it from your living room, he nearly gave you a heart attack when you turned around to see him standing behind you, his gold eyes had red tinge as he eyed your finger like a like man who hasn't eaten in a week. "Ey, there I thought you've already had enough to drink today?" you were referring to the black and red sports bottle he'd brought with him. "I did, It's just- You have no Idea how hard I've been holding back, your blood it does something to me..." Keigo husked eyes locked on the crimson nectar dripping down your hand he was salivating and swallowed hard. "My blood...does it smell good?" you asked timidly.

The blond snapped out of his trance. "Petal, you smell like ripe strawberries and chocolate to me..." Keigo has already told you how smoker's blood smells and taste to him, well you now you were curious about non-smokers, and asked if blood type also has an effect on the blood's flavor? the winged vamp was happy to answer!

Smokers: Charcoal/moldy bread.

Drunks: depends on how drunk they are, it's somewhere between hard soda and hard wine or liquor.

Drug users: no idea, he says they smell like rotten eggs, and he's seen how loopy other vamps act after feeding on them and stays clear of them.

Sick/injured: He stays away from sick people but they smell like a cross between a hospital or a funeral home.

Virgins: sweet/tart like fruit-punch.

regular folks: like Sangria the fruitiness is still there but it's mixed with bitter wine .

"Blood types don't really change up the flavors, but I've noticed type As have a spice to them, Bs start off sour, and type Os are pretty mellow." You hummed very intrigued at what you were hearing then, noticed Keigo was still eyeing your finger, like a starved animal, you looked down at the cut then back Keigo and noticed his wings were tense and he was clenching his jaw, after some thought you sighed you held your hand out to him. "Go head before your jaw breaks" His wings bristled. "I'm not some desperate leech y'know." he huffed you shrugged and went to went to put a band-aid on, but Keigo stopped you.

"Let's not be hasty here..." He stammered out at you cocked a brow at him. "Yer really giving me mixed signals here." you huffed did he want your blood or not? " Um... Are you sure about this?" he said blush adoring his cheeks. "I'm just letting you suck my finger...Why are you acting like I just asked you to pop my cherry?" Keigo's face was as red as a cherry as you said this. "Because you essenually are..." He explained the big difference between mates and prey, on instinct he wouldn't give a crap about some rando he picked up off the street or whatever mystery pack the commission gives him, but you...

You're his soulmate, his fated one... and right now your pretty much telling him to make you his! He's not gonna stop at your finger, once he's had a taste he's going for your neck! And once he bites you that's it, you have his mark forever, You paused absorbing what the blond male just told you...Well, he hardly leaves you alone already might as well go all in? "Do it." Hawks's eyes were red now. "Come" he hissed sitting across from you and gesturing to sit in his lap.

You complied and watched Keigo warily as he brought your finger to his mouth, immediately you felt a shock go through you the second Keigo's tongue started lapping at the cut, he moaned tasting your blood for the first time. He was right you tasted every bit as sweet as he thought you would...*more...more...* his monster groaned euphorically he felt the cut on your finger close from his saliva's healing properties.

Keigo's eyes drifted towards your neck, You gasp feeling his grip on your hand tighten before his free hand found it's way behind your head, you tensed seeing Keigo's fangs elongate but before he could pierce your neck he smelled your distress.

His rough hold on you suddenly slacked and his hands lowered to your hips his thumbs gently rubbed you sides as he left little kisses and nip along your jaw before you calmed down enough to trust Hawks wasn't gonna tear your throat out. "Just relax." he cooed kissing you neck a couple more times like a countdown. one...two... three!

You tried not to scream as you felt his fangs pierce your neck, your fingers gripped his jacket as you felt yourself be drained... then like a switch had been slowly tuned the pain tuned into pleasure? moans started sneaking their out from your mouth which confused you, the blond vampire groaned in ecstasy at how rich your blood tasted with lust mixed in he buck his hips against you, after what seemed like hours Keigo's fangs finally retracted from your flesh and lap at the two holes he left on your neck, they sealed as you whimpered weakly Keigo just shushed and you. "It's alright kid, you did good" he cooed kissing your head as you started drifting out of consciousness.

When you woke up your head was pounding like a bad hangover Keigo was cradling you in his lap looking relieved and sheepish, he explained he went a little overboard with his drinking and venom dosing and you got drunk on him and passed out! you must've looked panicked cos Keigo assured you were completely fine, the venom isn't lethal... (To you anyways, one of the benefits of being a vampire's soulmate.) Though you might be a bit feverish and cranky for the next couple days.

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Dabi: You were on your period so yes Dabi's self restraint was breaking! you had no fucking idea what you blood was doing to him you smelled like a 5 star meal and all he could do was sit and drown in his own drool and watch you, like a hawk as you moaned and groaned about cramps and ruining your pajama shorts when you woke up this morning! a low growl escaped the faux raven haired vamp when he saw you toss out a bag with said aforementioned shorts, it took every nerve in him not to run after the garbage truck like a starved dog! before something you said snapped him out of his trance. "hn...What ya say?" he looked at you drinking his third pack of cow's blood.

"I asked if my blood smells good and what does it taste like?"

"I wouldn't know haven't tasted yours yet..."

"Well, what about anyone else's?"

"Why are you suddenly interested?"

You huffed "Sorry for wanting to know you..." and were about to tell him to forget it, when the the undead cremator spoke up. "Mocha mixed wit' something spicy like cinnamon or rum" he muttered not looking at you. Of course you cocked a brow now intrigued, now that that was out of the bag he might as well tell ya the rest.

Smokers: burnt rubber/earwax (eh, everyone was a kid once, had to know what that gunky crap in your ear tasted like.)

Drunks: Depends on how much they've drank, it could between hard water to straight up red wine.

Drug users: the one time he fed on one he thought they were just a pothead, but in turned out they had ate a few shrooms which made them kinda taste like... orange juice and black liquorice?... Honestly he can't give a straight answer, as he was too busy trippin out on another plain of existence to remember.

Sick/injured: doesn't feed off the sick, but they smell like a hospital or a morgue.

Virgins: like apples and honey

Regular folks: they taste like Apple cider.

Animal blood: kinda tastes like artificial cherry cough syrup, and he hates it!

"Then why do you drink it?" you gulped seeing his cerulean eyes flash red for a brief second as he locked eyes with you. "Why?...*growl* your standing in front of me smelling like a walking buffet and you have to gall ask me why I drinking this crap?!" he snapped crushing the blood pack in his hand as you started backing away, you were nervous that only fueled Dabi's sadistic side you learned early that he enjoyed agitating you via flashing his fangs, popping behind you out of seemingly nowhere, and faking you out.

I.E. making it seem like he was gonna bite you then blow air in your ears before walking away laughing at your reaction, something about putting you on edge and having your adrenaline pumping through your veins adds more "spice" to your scent, it happens so often that Dabi started noticing arousal was mixing in with your fear, you bet your ass he started mocking you for getting off on him scaring you.

Of course right now you weren't sure if he was seriously mad, or making fun of you again? He was not making fun of you again he was seriously pissed off, The nerve of you walking around asking him about useless crap, and offering him nothing in return! Dabi had you backed against a wall face buried in your shoulder you felt him sniffing you and flinched you felt him nipping along your neck, and like all the other times he's riled you he smelled that that little speck of arousal through the fear.

He let out a low chuckle causing you to to become fed up, you though he was screwing with you again! "Goddamm-.hm!" You were cut off by sharp yelp as Dabi's fang suddenly pierced your neck! oh god it hurt! you whimpered tried shoving Dabi off! he groaned pushing your back against the wall, suddenly your body felt weird... you moaned it was hot and and everything felt sensitive...

You barely registered Dabi lifting your legs up you instinctively wrapped them around his hips, he let out a low purr and his demeanor became less angry and forceful, his shoulders relaxed as his hands gently rubbed your legs, after what seemed like hours Dabi finally pulled away from your neck lapping at the pin holes he left on, he checked on you only to find you passed out his eye had a rare tenderness to them as he eyed your flushed appearance. "Well aren't you high maintenance." he cooed his thumb caressing you chin before taking you to bed.

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Bakugou: He didn't want say what you smelled like to him as it made him look soft, he finally cracks after more poking a prodding. "If I fucking do will you shut up and let me sleep?!" he hissed it was 8: 47 p.m. and he was tired which confused you, the sun was still out and you could hear kids playing in the streets outside. You heard a angry growl Katsuki's ears were pink. "S'mores...you smell like S'mores, happy?" he groaned when you started shaking him, no point in trying to sleep now that he's lit the fuse! He gave you the sum up of what blood tastes like to him.

Smokers: old news paper and figs.

Drug users: No clue stays clear of them, they smell like pickled eggs.

Drunks: Somewhere between hard water and flavored vodka.

Virgins: Why would you want to kno-... arhg! Coffee and vanilla!

Regular folks: Irish coffee and bitter mint.

Then you you started asking about blood types and what it was when he drank, Next thing you knew Katsuki let out this frustrated bellow! You yelped as he grabbed your wrists and pinned you under him. "You wanna know what it feels like?" you sheepishly mumbled a meek "yes" but the blonds red eyes narrowed. "Hah? say that again I couldn't hear ya?" he jeered trying to get you to use your voice, you repeated "Yes" again a bit more forceful as the ash blond unbuttoned the shirt he let you borrow exposing your neck to him.

Katsuki frowned he could smell your reluctance, then grumbled in annoyance as he recalled Shitty-hair's advice ""Take it slow, be gentle..."" He took a deep breath and carefully buried his face in you neck, You flinched expecting him to clamp down, giving how much you annoyed him, but to your surprise; Katsuki instead opted to started leaving kisses along your jaw and collar bone.

You bit back a moan when he found you sweet spot and causing Katsuki to smirk if wasn't so hungry and tired right now, he might've taken this much farther, but the mouthwatering scent of your blood calling him was too much to pass up. "I'm gonna do it" he husked as you nodded and with that, Katsuki's fangs pierced your neck.

You gasped in pain felling them puncture your skin as Katsuki grasped your hand, the blond groaned in euphoria your blood tasted every bit as rich and sweet as he thought it would, he could smell your discomforted and on instinct inject a doses of his venom into your bloodstream in minutes your blood's flavor intensified with added lust, your tiny moans and whimpers were music to his hears, soon his instincts were warning him stop.

Katsuki's fangs retracted he lapped at the punctures he left on your neck, before pulling away to look at you and snorted you were a flushed out mess. "That sate your curiosity?" he huffed fixing your shirt you tried to say something but were too exhausted to say anything tangible, the ash blond chuckled and settled down next to you for the night.

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years

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Letters To Apartment 64 D P2

Media: The Queen's Gambit (Netflix 2020)

Character: Benny Watts (Thomas Brodie Sangster)

Couple: Benny Watts X Reader

Rating: Mostly Adorable

Concept: Long Distance Relationship Meet Up

I sat at my table unable to stop flipping through my little box at all our old letters, photos, little trinkets, all our old chess games. Looking at her most recent letter and the sweet polaroid of her beautiful little dress in the grass, it even smelt of her perfume as she always has the letters a spritz so they smelt of her perfume. He was right this is stupid I have the money and I've never really met her.

So I squared up my typewriter and made myself a cup of tea with one of the little tea bags she sent me in her last letter

'My Dearest Y/n,

I have missed you terribly, I was thrilled when I got home to the apartment and noticed your letter, you know how much it cheers me up to hear from you’

I filled out the letter with tournament news as always things that were going on and of course, sent my own move in reply in order to continue our game putting the letter and the move in separate small envelopes for her and I loaded up another bit of paper

"Dearest y/n.

We have known each other for a very long time now, and not a day goes by I don't think of you in some small way, and even though there lies an ocean between us, even though we have never truly seen eye to eye or even touched skin to skin, I know my feelings for you are beyond measure and I know you feel the same.

But I cannot wait any longer.

I have sent you over some money from my recent tournament prize, I know we said we wanted to wait perhaps to meet in Paris sometime but I'm desperate to see you, to hear your voice to finally meet you in person. There should be enough for a first-class flight of course and even enough for a hotel, I can offer you my living room but I don't know how comfortable you'd be given… we haven't ever met, so there's enough for a hotel too.

I hope I get to see you soon

Love Benny X'

I put the letter in an envelope with the cash and gave them each a spitz with my aftershave as always drawing a little Panda on the envelope for her as I sealed it all up in one large envelope writing her address on giving it a tap in my hand for a moment unsure to do it but I slipped my boots and my jacket on heading up to the mall boxes putting it on for outgoing mail.

I sat playing chess with myself, what's new I suppose contemplating what I could potentially do for dinner today. I have eggs. And…. I think there's cheese in the fridge.

When the phone rang for a moment making me jump I glanced at the clock who would be calling me at half five at night? So I picked it up and immediately heard Serval strange beeps and tones as if connecting through things until at last, I heard someone on the other line

"You stupid boy"

"Uhhhh… who is this?" I asked very confused

"Who do you think it is"

"Honestly, I have no idea. Could be anyone"

"It's me, you American imbecile"

"Y/n!" I said in shock surprised I didn't recognize her voice "awwww hi sweetheart I didn't know you were going to call today"

"Well I wanted to"

"To call me stupid?"

"Yes"

"What did I do?"

"I got my post this morning, you shouldn't have done that"

"Well. I wanted to" I smiled "I miss you. Y/n I've known you so long now, and… I really like you hell you know I love you don't you"

"I do. I love you too benny. But you shouldn't have"

"Well, I did. Too late now. What are you going to mail the money back?"

"I should, but you're right. We've been talking so long it's really time"

"So you'll come?"

"I will, I'm packing now going to go to the airport first thing tomorrow morning"

"Ohh. Okay" I gulped looking around my messy apartment

"That okay"

"Yes. Yes, that's fine I uhhhh what time is it there right now?"

"Half ten"

"In the morning?"

"Yes" she giggled

"Right, sorry just trying to do… maths in my head so I'll probably see you early Wednesday morning by the time you get in"

"Mostly likely, you don't mind me getting a hotel so you?"

"No, no course not. You should feel safe, especially in a new place. But your welcome to stay a night with me maybe later in the week if your comfortable"

"Perhaps" she smiled "how much money should I bring?"

"You let me worry about that"

"Benny-"

"I'm serious I'll deal with it. That and then you don't have to go through the trouble of converting it. I'm sure when I go see you you'll return the favour"

"Alright, anything you want me to bring?"

"Just you. That's all I care about"

"Alright, it's funny I had almost forgotten when you sound like"

"I did too been so long since we got to call. Been so busy and with the time zones and all, you sound so sweet."

"Will you remember what I look like?" She giggled

"Well. I might take a polaroid to the airport just to make sure"

"Yeah me too, an innocent one though benny"

"I don't know maybe if you walk through the airport with your shirt up I might recognize you easier"

"Dirty boy" she giggled "maybe you should do the same maybe I'd recognize a different bit of you better"

"You might" I smirked

We talked for hours while she did her packing about everything and nothing I never wanted it to end but I had to get some sleep especially given I would need to clean and get some shopping tomorrow before she gets here

"I'll let you go, got things to do"

"Yeah, don't want to cost you anymore" I laughed "I'll see you soon then y/n"

"I'll see you soon benny, I'll call you before I get on my flight tomorrow"

"Okay, I'll move my phone beside the bed so I don't miss it. I can't wait to see you"

"I can't either" she smiled "I love you"

"I love you too" I smiled, even blowing her a kiss she gave me one too and we hung up, I smiled so bubbly and excitedly grabbed my pad to make a list of everything I needed to buy and to do before she gets here.

I gave my apartment a good tidy up having already put the shoppers away having filed the fridge and cupboards, even having done all my laundry and changed my bed doing my best to make the place look nice she did call this before she got on the plane but that was several hours ago now so it likely wouldn't be long till she arrived and honestly I wanted to be there to pick her up anyway.

So I got dressed trying to be nice but also make sure I looked familiar so she'd recognize me.

I shined my black shoes a little making sure they looked nice, wore my good jeans, my nice black button down doing an extra button up even if I still didn't do them all up, putting a comb through my hair and even sorted my facial hair a little, I slipped my jacket on getting my keys, my wallet and her sweet picture giving it a kiss before I put it in my pocket I for a moment debated my hat but it's lucky, so I took it as I headed up to my car, doing my best to avoid the nightmare of traffic. Parking up in the small lot for pick-ups mostly full of other little cars and taxis and heading Inside the airport for a while I just hung around the arrivals having a look around at things even if I was getting some funny looks. I did find the board for flights but I think it was updated last week. So I went and found a lady at a desk

"Hello sir" she smiled giving me a look up and down with a slight glare "how can I help you today"

"Yeah, there should be a flight coming in from London soon any idea A when and B where"

"Let's see," she says having a look through her paperwork "we have six flights arriving from London within the next four hours"

"Uhh she called at eight and said she was about to board her flight"

"Alright, which flight was next to leave… at the eight-thirty then which is due to arrive at gate six in about ten to twenty minutes"

"Ah thank you," I smiled quickly following the signs and such to the gate and soon enough I found the plane parked up already they were just connecting the tunnel thing to it now, I wasn't the only one there were a few other people here waiting too. It didn’t take long for the flow of people to start coming from the doors, as soon as I saw the first few people I got the polaroid from my pocket often glancing at it as women left but none of them looked right and many of them were on men's arms of had people waiting for them here already, I began getting a little nervous as it went on surely there couldn’t be that many people left the flow of people had slowed to almost none, did I miss her? Did she get on a different plane? Did the reception lady lie to me?

I checked the photo again and looked around in case I had missed her, but when I glanced up and saw her.

One of the last people off in fact the flight Crew behind her, She wore little white heels, black stockings with a perfect seam up the back, black petticoats peaking out from under a beautiful white textured dress, a sweet little black cardigan, her hair done perfectly with a little white Alice band to hold her hair back, I could tell immediately without having to check the picture that it was her, I couldn’t stop smiling just seeing her, really here in front of me, she spotted me and she blushed a little holding her bag tightly in her hand, she stepped over slowly still leaving a bit of space between us.

“Hi” I smiled

“Hi” she giggled

“How uhh how was your flight?”

“Good” she smiled shuffling her feet “It's nice, to… finally meet you”

“Yeah, It's lovely to finally meet you, If I may” I smiled offering my hand she happily took it so I gave her hand a kiss “I didn’t think you were quite this beautiful,” I told her making her blush

“I never thought you’d be quite this handsome”

“Your sweet” I smiled “Come on we’ll get your stuff, I can drive you to your hotel and then we can go get dinner if you like”

“I’d like that. Very much benny” she smiled offering her hand so I happily took it holding her hand tightly she squeezed my hand too and even hugged my arm a little as we headed to get her bags.

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