#i think its cuz i made his torso too short but still

[ghost-bard]

I need to draw or write something or ill fucking EXPLODE

[cayofdreams]

Establishing the Monocracy

~(Brat!Reader x Bakugou)~

Words: 3.4k

Rating: 🌊 18+, Smut

Warnings/Tags: cunnilingus, teasing, slight degradation

Notes: I was writing this req and just got inspired cuz Bakugou. Ended up being somewhat a preface to my Down with the Monocracy (which ofc is not a req reading to enjoy this)

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“Ohhh~! Yeah baby, right there!! So good!!”

The obnoxious moaning of the actress through your phone’s speakers made Bakugou quickly turn around from his desk to glare bullets into you. You were sitting on his bed, looking nonchalantly at the events transpiring on the screen. 

The two of you were supposed to go out later to hangout with friends so you stopped by his place to kill time. Two hours of time. A normal occurrence for you considering you liked to annoy your friend-and-rival whenever you could, and admittedly his surprisingly cozy room was comfortable to just laze around in.  Usually you’d read manga while he did whatever but Mina had sent you a rather vulgar clip with the caption ‘how i hope my night ends 😝😝!!’.

“Oi! What the fuck are you looking at in my room?! Turn that shit off!” More than the fact that you were boldly watching porn in his vicinity, he was more perplexed at how you were still playing the video after he called you out. “Why the fuck are you watching that?!”

“I just don’t get it.” Scratching your head, you continued to look quizzingly at the actress’ performance. “I mean, people actually find this stuff arousing?”

“Are you just gonna ignore my question?!”

“Oh my goodness, calm down. Mina sent me a video. She’s acting like its the hottest thing ever but it isn’t entertaining at all.” You rolled your eyes before concentrating once more on your phone’s screen. 

Finding it useless to ask if it was normal for friends to send porn to each other he instead questioned just what you were looking at to elicit such a response from you.  

“What? You used to some kind of extravagant sex or some shit?”

“No. Rather what’s happening here is extravagant. Literally no one does this in real life. It’s so unrealistic.”

A million questions ran through Bakugou’s head at this moment. Why were you watching porn in his room? What the fuck kind of porn is so bizarre that a deviant like you is confused? And Jesus were to trying to start something right now? Was he literally in a shitty porn introduction and didn’t know it? 

“Fuck~!! Hyahhh!! I’m gonna cummm~~!!!”

The sounds of the video continued to penetrate through Bakugou’s room. Mentally he was annoyed at the fact that he just wanted to get ahead on some paperwork before going out and your idiocy was preventing that, but physically the boner that was rising in his pants was only more and more intrigued. The woman he’d been undressing with his eyes for longest of times was now in his room, laying on his bed, watching porn.

“I mean seriously, only an idiot could think guys do this.”

“What the hell crazy shit are you looking at??”

“That thing that’s in like every porn. Where the guy is like licking her down there. Cunnilingus, if you will.”

Bakugou raised his eyebrow at you. “You mean eating pussy?”

“Oh my god…you’re so vulgar.” Rolling your eyes, you turned on your side, back faced towards Bakugou.

“You’re the fucking one in my room watching-“ As he glanced at your figure, he wondered just what the fuck you were getting at. Were you weirdly trying to seduce him? By playing porn and then pretending as if you were inexperienced in oral sex just for his sexual interest in you to pique? Were you trying to sexually outsmart him? Bakugou chuckled as he got up and walked towards you. “You think you’re so fucking sneaky, huh?”

You felt the increasing weight on the bed as Bakugou pressed his knee into the mattress to close his torso in on you. “What?” Quirking your eyebrow and turning towards him, you pondered his sudden shift in demeanor.

“Don’t fucking play dumb. I know what you’re doing.” Bakugou gripped his fingers around the collar of your shirt, forcing you to directly face him. “Since you pissed me off, I’m not doing shit with you even if you asked nicely.” He let go of you to walk back toward his desk, slumping himself in the chair. “Pretending like guys aren’t lining up to worship your pussy with their tongue just to get me to pity you. Pathetic.”

You paused as you analyzed his mood. Clearly he was upset at you, but you didn’t have the slightest idea why. “I agree that I should be worshipped but I don’t quite understand what you’re talking about.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue and shot a glare at you. “There’s no fucking way you’re gonna sit here and tell me some loser hasn’t been down on you. Didn’t you just get out of a relationship?”

“Mmm…yeah.”

“And you fucked, yeah?”

“We had sexual relations, yes.”

“And he never went down on you?”

“No. He said it wasn’t necessary.”

“W-What?”

“Well, he said since I’m quote-on-quote, horny all the time, it wasn’t necessary.”

Bakugou knew you were a trickster of sorts, but the way you just nonchalantly talked about your bitch of a boyfriend like it was normal told him you weren’t lying. Did someone like you, the prissiest, most self-absorbed chick in the universe really date someone who wouldn’t go down on you. Fuck, did you miss out.

Or rather, the bastard missed out.

Some snobbish prick didn’t hop on the chance to make you squirm under them? The one chance they’d probably have in asserting their rightful dominance over you, and they were too fucking stupid to not take it? It’d be a lie to say that when Bakugou saw those soft plushy thighs of yours peeking out from under your tight skirts he didn’t fantasize about the dripping mess he could create underneath.

Hell, you practically put your pussy on display whenever you wore those so-called ‘athletic’ shorts that helped you move faster as you’d claim. Bullshit. As if you weren’t tempting every loser in your vicinity with those faint imprints of your pussy lips through those shorts. Fuck, if he had known the whole time you were dating that piece of shit that he wasn’t going down on you, he would’ve fucking shown you what you were missing out on.

Well he wasn’t going to make the same shitty mistake as your boyfriend.

With a small curl of his lips, he cocked an eyebrow towards you. “You wanna find out what you missed out on?”

“Huh?”

“What your shitty ex was too stupid to not do, you want me to do it?”

After taking a moment to process Bakugou’s advances, you erupted into laughter. “No way!”

“Why the fuck are you laughing?!” Here he was, practically stripping his ego away for you, and you were just going to laugh in his face? Refusing his incredibly generous offer? Nevermind the sadistic value he’d receive from having you completely fall apart under him, it was still you who’d reap most the benefits. 

You wiped a tear from the corner of your eye, trying to stifle your snickers. “Okay, and I suppose you’re going to make me scream obnoxiously like the girl in that video, are you?” You face turned from amused to stern. “Unfortunately for you, I’ve already had sex and its nothing like what’s portrayed in that silly pornography. I’m sure it’s the same for- what do you call it? ‘Going down’? So, don’t even waste my time, Bakugou.”

Bakugou chuckled at your ignorance. Not only had you not had the pleasure of your pussy being smothered by some bastard’s tongue, but he wasn’t even fucking you properly? You poor thing. Honestly, he was a little offended you were only just now relaying this information onto him.

While you were trying to go back to whatever random things you were doing on your phone before Mina interrupted you, Bakugou strode back over to his bed, this time climbing on top of it, maneuvering your thighs so that he’d be seated between them.

“Oh no, did I awaken the challenger part of you? I’ve said what I said now get off.” You tried to kick you foot at him but he caught your ankle in his grip.

“Going against your weak excuse of a boyfriend is hardly a challenge, princess.”

“Oh ho-ho, so getting me to actually feel pleasure from what-ever you’re about to do is the challenge?”

“That’s not a challenge either.”

Sucking your teeth, you hastily took off your skirt and spread your thighs for him. “Fine. You have one chance, Ba-KA-gou.”

“Tch. Just do me favor and-“ Bakugou placed your hands around your knees and further spread your thighs apart. “keep ‘em fuckin’ spread.”

Rolling your eyes, you silently complied. You weren’t shy in the least about your body but the way Bakugou was intently zeroing in on the clothed folds of your pussy made your breath a bit shaky. 

Just when you were about to say something about his odd silence you felt the soft peck of his lips on your thigh. That peck was slowly followed by another, this time slightly closer to your center. As you tried to ease your breathing each peck made you more wet than the previous. By the time Bakugou was at the lining of your panties, you were practically pooling through the fabric. Smirking at your trembling he looked up at you.

“Shy?”

“N-No! You’re just incredibly slow. I bet you’re just h-hesitating because you don’t know how to- Owwch!” Bakugou had sunk his teeth into the softness of your thighs. Not enough to break skin, but enough to make you kick your heel into his back in retaliation. “What was that for?! You brute!”

“You’re getting on me about going slow but you’ve been the one wasting everyone’s time, Y/N.” He stroked the tip of his index finger along the slit of your panties, making more of your juices spill through the fabric. “Dating some shitty asshole when you could’ve been wetting this glorious cock the whole time.” He circled his finger around the clothed hood of your clit, reveling in the broken whimpers you couldn’t help but let out. “So now I’m gonna take allll the fucking time I want. So just lay there and try to make this a challenge for me.”

Bakugou then wrapped his lips around your pussy, soaking his saliva through your panties. He wasn’t even directly touching you but the rampant motions of his hot tongue through the now drenched cloth made your hips squirm underneath him. He went back and forth from licking to sucking you over your panties, pausing when you quivered too much or moaned too loud. He didn’t want to accidentally make you cum before his main act.

Unconsciously, you had let go of your knees to glide your fingers through his spikey locks, slightly pulling him forward as if he’d be able to ghost his tongue through your panties. He looked back up at you, pleased with your erotically joyous face.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands there? You’re distracting me.”

Letting out a noise somewhere between a scoff and a whine, you re-placed your hands around your knees.

“So surprisingly obedient.” Bakugou slipped his finger around the crotch of your panties, gliding his knuckle around your swelled clit. “Probably because you’re just desperate to have your pussy played with. What a slut.” He increased the pressure of his knuckle around your clit and the feeling of it made you lean your head back against Bakugou’s pillows. “How about you tell me what you want, princess?”

Regulating your breathing enough to form a sentence you rose your head again to meet his vermillion eyes. “G-Go down on me. Prick.”

“Go? Huh? Where? In a car? Fucking clarify.”

You clicked your tongue and turned your head, annoyed at his feigning. Seeing as how you’d require a little encouragement, Bakugou pressed a kiss against clothed pussy, rubbing the tip of his nose where your clit would lie directly underneath. “C’mon. You’re college educated, right? Use your fucking vocabulary.”

You slowly turned your head towards him, the twitching agitation of your eyebrows only fueling him more. “Will you perform cunnil-“

“Finish that sentence and I’m leaving.”

Not wanting to test him on that threat, you reluctantly parted your lips. “…Eat my…” Bakugou licked stripe along your completely soaked panties, stopping to wiggle the tip his tongue against where your clit would be. “Mmnnn~…my pussy...”

“What? Can you fucking speak up? You can present shit in front of a whole audience but now you’re being as quiet as a damn mouse.”

“F-fuck…Bakugou. Damn you.” Your eyes became watery at the mix of humiliation and pressing desire to be touched directly. Were you really going to soil your ego for this bag of cockiness? Surely it wasn’t worth it. Is what your mind would probably say. But right now, your pussy wore the crown. And the queen was craving attention. “I want you to- to e-eat my pussy.”

Bakugou placed another bite on your inner thigh making your body jolt. “Can’t even add a damn ‘please’ to that? I’m sure your type was taught manners.”

“Pleeaassee~ Fuck! Please eat my pussy, Bakugou!”

A small burst of laughter left him as he slapped your thigh. “Well take ‘em off, princess.”

Begrudgingly taking off your panties, a shiny string of your wetness that connected you with the fabric broke as you threw them on the floor. Reassuming the previous positioning of your thighs, your now bare pussy was left open and vulnerable to your rival.

He leaned down to hover over your pussy, his nose trickling against the hood of your clit. You were already so wet for him. Your pussy was just glistening with juices that begged for tending to. Steadying his position between your thighs he glanced at you one more time. “You better not move.” He then licked a stripe up your folds, stimulating your clit in the process.

“Hyaah~!” The feeling was too much for your somewhat-inexperienced pussy and caused you to involuntarily push Bakugou back with your feet. The annoyance of being stopped was promptly displaced with satisfaction as he peered at your pitiful form.

“What did I just fuckin’ say? Open your legs again.” His voice that was rasp with frustration didn’t match his look of sadistic gratification. You were giving him just the reaction he wanted. Did you really think your meek little pussy was any match for him? He had barely touched you and this is how you’re acting? And the fact you were still hesitating on presenting that little pussy to him again only drove him more eager to ravish you. 

“Dammit, Y/N. Do I have to do every fucking thing?” Bakugou pulled you up by the waist so that you were in a piledriver-like position, with your back arched and ass raised in the air, and of course your pussy now directly presented up towards him. The crook of your neck was nothing compared to his tight grip around your hips, the squish of your flesh plunging from between his fingers. You couldn’t even use your legs to fight against him as his grip was too secure. “All I’m doing for you, and you can’t even follow simple fucking directions.

“’C-Cuz it felt too-Hmmnngh~!” You were cut off by the ravaging of Bakugou’s tongue over your pussy folds. He went back and forth from slurping up your juices to flicking his tongue over and over on your clit. If you weren’t already embarrassed by the position you were in, the absolute filthy sounds Bakugou was making with his mouth were achieving that. “Hnnggh~Baku…Bakugou!” You tried flailing your legs around in the air but Bakugou quickly grasped them in his hands. 

He ran his nails down the silky surface of your thighs, making for a sweetly masochistic pleasure mixed with his obscene lapping at your pussy. Continuing his gorging on your sweet pussy, he could feel you shaking from below him. He looked down below at your face, chucking into your pussy at how wretchedly delirious you looked.

“Gonna cum?” You vehemently shook your head no despite the swelling you felt within your pelvis. He slithered his hands down to glide them up your shirt, lifting up your bra above your soft breasts. “Well I’m not fucking stopping until you do. So give me something to play with until then.”

Bakugou roughly kneaded at your breasts between his fingers, squeezing them to hear your pitchy whines at the pain. The mix of his saliva and your slippery essence drooled from your pussy to pool at your tummy and breasts. He gathered a bit of the mixture and slicked his fingers in circles on your nipples. The erotic feeling of it sent a surge of pleasure straight to your pussy. “Ahahnn~ Bakugou…I-I’m gonna cumm~”

He locked eyes with you, continuing to slick his tongue around your clit. “From what?” Boosting your urgency to reply, he pinched a little harder at your nipples. “Tell me what you’re gonna cum from, princess.”

“F-From you eating my pussy~! From Katsuki eating my pussy~!!” The sounds of hearing you use his name for the first time made him pink in the cheeks and twitch in his boxers. Bakugou came up from between your hips, enticed to make you say more lewd things. You were rarely one to speak vulgarly so he’d make the best of your blissed-out state.

“Ahaha-! You sound like those silly pornos!” Not thinking your face could feel even more hot, you felt your cheeks rise with even more heat at his teasing. Bakugou took one of the hands from your breasts and palmed it against your slippery folds. “You still think every guy is like your stupid fucking ex, Y/N?” He ran his palm back and forth against your slit to keep you right on the edge of an orgasm.

“Noo~! Katsuki is so m-much better! Katsuki is sooo much better than my stupid ex~!”

He chuckled at your admittance, but of course, he couldn’t leave it there. “I’m kinda the fuckin’ best, aren’t I?”

“Hmmnn~! Yesss! ~the best! K-Katsuki is the bessst~!”

“You wanna cum on my tongue?”

“Please! Please let me-! Please let me cum on your tongue, Katsuki~!”

“You better fuckin’ listen to me and stay still, then. And don’t look away from me.”

Bakugou threw you back on the bed before lying on his stomach to place himself once more at your quivering pussy. Making sure your eyes were locked with his, he enveloped your folds within his mouth, sucking directly on your clit. He not only feasted on your pussy, but on the entranced look in your eyes. Your e/c eyes that looked at him like he was the only one that could gratify your carnal desires.

And from now on, he’d be sure he was the only one.

You gripped your fingers at the bed sheets beneath you as your orgasm rapidly creeped up on you. The intensity of Bakugou’s tongue coupled with his eye contact was sending you over the edge more fiercely than any pathetic ex or cheap sex toy ever could. “Ohhhmygodd~ Fuckkk-! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m-“

Forced to break eye contact with the unconscious jerk of your head back on the pillows, your pussy convulsed violently around Bakugou’s tongue. “Katsukiii~!” If you had to say, this was the most powerful orgasm you’d ever experienced. All at the hands- or tongue rather- of Bakugou Katsuki. Your ego would surely be disappointed in you choosing your pussy over it.

Bakugou slowly licked his tongue up and down your folds as you came down from your high. The corners of his lips lifted into a devious smile at your disheveled appearance. When your body finally stopped trembling, he completely separated his mouth from you and slid his body on top of yours to be face-to-face with you.

Silently, without care of you still gasping for air, he pressed his lips against yours, eventually intensifying the kiss with the slip of his tongue between your lips. Happily obliging, you glided your tongue against his as your fingers slithered up to once again fumble with his locks of hair. The taste of you on his tongue almost seemed sensual as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Sliding his hand up to gently grip at your jaw, he separated his lips from yours, licking away the chain of saliva that still connected the two of you. As he sat upright to take his shirt off, he looked down at you, embellished with yearning to relieve his own build-up.

“Should I prove you wrong on fucking too before we hang out with those losers?”

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[prof-peach]

Out of all of the pokemon you have taken care of, which one do you think it was the hardest to deal with? Be cuz they were in a pretty bad shape, or just personality wise?

We get rumbunctious and rowdy Pokemon all the time, our works nature brings them to us probably more than any other issue, outside of grass Pokemon care and management. Anger and nervousness is something we have a good hold of here, and try to help iron out of various species. I do a lot of that work, and on occasion, Grey will do the odd water type with these problems, as I tend to shy away from those. For the most part, they are short stint stays, a couple months, to a couple years helping them to rewire their anger into a more productive feeling or energy. That being said, there’s alwasy the odd Pokemon who comes our way who’s just a step above the rest. So here’s some stories of the ones who have had to stay with us, for their temperament and behaviour.

On the north side of the island, we house the biggest, meanest Pokemon, and the individuals who are very timid and nervous around people. We do this to ensure they have space to live undisturbed in peace, but also to protect guests and visitors from being eaten, crushed, blasted, or otherwise harmed. Some of the northern residents are difficult yes, but most are just stroppy or uncomfortable with the majority of humans, but there are a handful that are actively engaged in harming or hunting people.

One such Pokemon is a rather nasty tempered Drampa, he came to us about five or so years ago now, kindly donated by being abandoned on our shores, it’s original trainer leaving the ball and hopping on a boat without alerting us, or letting the individual know. We figured it would be possible to rehome it, they’re usually a rather reasonable Pokemon to handle, considering their typing. We were wrong. This Pokemon when let out of the ball, went on a monsterous rampage for four days, destroying forests, toppling buildings, blasting holes in the mountain to try to burrow away, and picking fights with anything it’s size or bigger, often causing great harm to others. The island didn’t rest for that entire time, most Pokemon cowering from it, bigger species trying to halt them, all in vain. It took an entire troop of grass Pokemon using sleep powder to knock it out, the Drampa moved about so fast, one single grass type didn’t stand a chance to produce enough spores in time. It took a lot of work but we knocked the old boy out, and got a good look at him. His body was riddled with arthritis, not medicated, he would thrash about and cause himself so much pain and discomfort. He had overgrown nails, the feet hidden in the fur they have around their torso, often overlooked, and it’s ability to fly was limited because of its general condition and state. We began helping it, medicating it’s aislments, aiding it’s inflamed joints, but it never really calmed down, so now it chills out alone on the coast of the north side, left well alone, it doesn’t even like the company of other Pokemon.

We’ve done our best to interact with it, to socialise it, to generally get it use to people enough to do medical checks, but it’s still very resistant. We have decided that after two years of hard work, and it being tolerant to me, at least to check it’s health and wellbeing, that it’s best to let it live it’s life unbothered. Many would push a Pokemon to be a perfect social being, but we don’t believe it’s necessary for happiness. Some species are happy to be away from others, I wouldn’t push a human to be social, I know how awful that can be, so we didn’t force the individual to be around others either. It’s not that it’s unhappy, we spot it from time to time sitting on the rocks by the ocean, humming to itself, and the small pidgey and tailow that come by don’t bother it, and even give mild brief conversation. He seems ok, the medicine given means he’s in less pain, despite still having stiffness, and in the winter we’ve built him a unique space, rocky cover much like a cave, just above a Macargo hide where they lay eggs. The heat from those Pokemon keep its cave very hot, and help in the cold to ease the joint aches. The two species have different entrances, making sure they never meet within the hide at any point. There’s a good slab of rock dividing them, so it’s not an issue, and saves us having to pipe hot water over that far for him. He eats well, has a few items he’s kept from the labs, a toy sentret, and a large red ball, and generally is in a good place to live out his life in peace now.

Another difficult member would be a particularly timid Slazzle, gifted to us by a police member who had confiscated it from a rather mean individual close to her home town, they had been hurting the poor Pokemon, forcing it to produce an insane amount of poison liquid, throwing water on the poor thing every time it tried to ignite to retaliate, generally abusing the poor thing for its life, apparently it had been locked away since it was a young unevolved Pokemon. They’d been harvesting the poisons from the Slazzle and dropping it into various water sources to try to control the local Pokemon population, as they blamed the wild ones for the state of their land, and diminished crops yield from their allotment. Jokes on them, that water poisoning affected them too, and their garden died very quickly, and made the man quite sick through consumption of the crops he grew there. The slazzle is still very skittish, will hide at any given moment, we’ve seen her ignite an entire building in one move, and then bolt away through the flames to lose our line of sight. She managed to stay hidden for two weeks on the island, before we caught sight of her again. Generally she’s just a case fo neglect but we have been working with her now for a long while, 3 ish years, and her temperament is at least manageable amongst our staff. We have found her others of her kind to help her settle, and she’s become good friends with a Wartortle who came from the same area, they bond over memories of the place, and seem very happy in each others company.

We’ve found ways to keep her grounded, but she never goes near people when we have open days, slinks off through the big fence to the north side, and waits out the visiting hours until night. They’re not usually nocturnal but she likes the night, and spends her time looking about, foraging and feeding in the later hours. If you’re quiet you can catch her moving around the forests and the base of the mountains here, talking with the occasional individual, she seems to enjoy Murkrow too, their company seems to keep her quite social, as they usually move in large flocks here. She may never be rehomed, but for now we try to socialise her, we don’t battle her, and she has a very calm and peaceful nook to go to when she’s having a rough time. We make sure to provide support where possible, and though she’s a little skittish she’s somewhat happy to have myself and Grey, even Pari take a look at any wounds or scrapes she may gain while living here. She’s become trusting enough to come to us if we call, and who knows, maybe someone will come our way who she takes an interest in. There’s hope for her yet, we have however become quite fond of her, and she’s part of the furniture now. It may end up that she never leaves, and lives her life in peace here, surrounded by people and Pokemon who love her. Her panic makes her very difficult to pass to another trainer, and she’s prone to spitting up huge quantities of toxic liquid when spooked, and bolts at a slight bang or rumble.

One I have kept back for a number of reasons, is a rather mean tempered Aerodactyl. Normally we get Pokemon sent to us, but this one I ended up finding myself, some circus had her chained up in a box hardly big enough to turn around in, an attraction to the masses as they travelled through the area. The leader of that troop was particularly awful, treating Pokemon as commodities, items to be bought and sold, used as toys in his big performances. Boiled my blood. We called her Zeplin, and after 12 years she has still got a nasty temper on her, when not focused on a task. Her condition when we first found her was quite something, tattered wings, unable to fly straight at all, and she was littered with cuts and bruises, not in good health. Val has melted the chains that bound her, and the lock in her cage, and she just went, like a bat out of hell, flew off, blasting the tent that hid her quarters, burning a lot of the circus as she went. Little did I know, my foot was in one of the chain links, and I got dragged off with her, the ground, Val, all my other team mates, falling from my pocket, or being left on the floor where we had once been standing. She flew, and kept going, not aware I was still attached, you could see her wings were having a hard time catching the breeze, littered with holes and tears, she went for about two hours, I nearly froze that high up, trying to get a good grip on what chain was left so I didn’t come falling from that height. We came to a very sudden crash landing, she hadn’t had much chance to practice the whole take off - land thing from the feel of it, we both ate dirt, and she became very aware that I was there all of a sudden.

I had about three seconds while she assessed my presence, to get out of the chain, and dive behind a rock that gave me cover from an almighty blast of energy, chipping away bits, catching my arm a little. Trust me when I say, it’s terrifying coming face to face with something that stands a fair few meters taller than you, with more teeth and claws than you’re comfortable with dealing with, with none of your Pokemon, no weaponry, no real plan or cover other than a rock. How she didn’t eat me, I don’t know. Perhaps she knew it was me that let her go, maybe she just ran out of energy, but for whatever reason, she made a few bits and tail lashes at me, missed the lot, and gave up, turning to stomp off into the forests around us. She was still shackled with heavy irons, one on the neck, two on the legs, and was in serious condition, so I did the stupid thing and followed her, tried to sneak my way behind, though every now and then she would look towards me, and try to focus on my form in the dark of night now. It was a few days, she had stalked some prey, fed, and was starting to ooze from some wounds. Though the circus was unkind, they were providing her with medication that stopped further infections occurring, perhaps a scarred beast of great size drew more punters, maybe they were just making sure she survived to make them money, I still don’t know.

I hunted herbs, dug out roots with rocks, used river water, and common berries and managed to fashion some kind of salve, nothing amazing, especially back at that age, but it would work, I knew it would because I used it on my own wounds first. Just had to convince her it was a good thing to let me get close. Not an easy task. We physically brawled, she was clearly spent, not able to use any attacks, just thrashing about, I managed to trip her with the chains still attached to her legs, and once downed, you can jump on the head of these Pokemon to keep the jaws shut, just long enough to lather the wounds you can reach, then bolt fast. It was a small act, but she took off running again. With some wounds sort of cared for, I followed again, fishing for dinner, forraging roots to chew on. It wasn’t much but it kept me going, then one night, where I had climbed to a crook of a large tree, using my jacket to tie myself in for a nights sleep, I was awoken by loud rustling, thudding of feet, and a mighty huff.

Below where I sat, the Pokemon had returned, being no doubt well aware of my presence, following the smell of human, she had noticed the salve do a good job on the wounds I managed to reach, but the ones I couldn’t get near had become far worse, red, inflamed and weeping terribly, no doubt hurting and itching. I’d seen her rubbing her sides in the day, itching gasinst rocks and trees, smearing blood and ooze along her path as she trudged. So here we were, alone in the woods, I veeeeery carefully climbed down, staying in cover as much as possible, and over the space of an hour or two, she let me come out into the open, teeth bared yeah, but she hadn’t attacked, and other than a very uncomfortable, low growl, she allowed me to creep closer, some more of that salve made more for my own wounds than hers, being sniffed at, she licked it too, but wasn’t happy with the taste, very bitter, and I was cautiously optimistic, allowed to help her heal the rest of the cuts she had acquired from her old home. So we began our....I want to say friendship but that wasn’t it, it was a collaboration to survive.

We had landed somewhere far from others, I missed my team, and she had never experienced anything outside of the cage, and so we banded together, tentatively. We caught dinner as a team, and climbed for fruits, foraged for berries, reapplying what loose form of medicine I managed to make, before coming to some kind of comfortable companionship together. A week passed, wandering without a clue where we were, before a path was found, she seemed to want to avoid it, and while I wasn’t keen on people much either, it was impossible not to want to find my team again. They needed me, and I needed them. If they had been found, a police officer or the likes may have sent them to my original professor, waiting to be called from the PC system again, but knowing Val, she had grabbed the balls, my things, and bolted to hide, waiting for my return. In desperation I tried to explain this to the Aerodactyl, who had not experienced a trainers care before, and seemed reluctant to return.

It was only upon mentioning revenge, to burn the circus to the ground, that I regained her attention, and we came to a slow agreement to get aid, gather items, and return to where she had been released from. She waited in the forest while I went to town, checking my PC space to see if my team had been handed in, which they had! It was lucky, I was reunited with Val (vulpix), Booker (teddiursa), and Potato (bulbasaur) who I took back, and returned to the woods with.

We had to get some revenge, and in turn we devised a plan to free the Pokemon first, sneak in and pick the locks, melt the chains and gates, and then finally, let the aerodactyl do her thing once the vulnerable individuals were loose. I did my best to hold back my own personal rage, and simply aid the demise of a group who were awful towards Pokemon through this one big flying type. I wint go into details but no one perished in the fire, they were arrested and charged for unsafe work conditions, and abuse towards Pokemon, not to mention false advertising, having no worker’s Compensation in pace for injury, which many staff complained of, and several incidents of sexual harassment in the work place that were brought to light.

Once one started to talk, the others all joined in, and the fire was put down to unsafe working conditions and a lack of health and safety. From what I heard, the whole circus worth of Pokemon were rehomed, helped and generally lived much better lives after that. However now we had one very mistrusting angry Aerodactyl on our hands, a Pokemon I had not worked with before, who had seemingly become quite tolerant of me, but would snap at just about anyone who clocked eyes with her. So I kind of just kept her, no ball, not for a fair few years, we both didn’t think it was important. She was nursed back to health, and we had to go through a lot of training together, she bit booker once quite badly, but we’ve all put that in the past, and have worked on it together.

She is still testing, she won’t be ridden by anyone else, she doesn’t care for other Pokemon much, crowds will spook her, she doesn’t like when people talk with raised voices or hostile tones, and gets real irritable if you come at her in any kind of way that isn’t open handed, calm and slowly. She’s now a very capable flier, wings healed up, spending her first half of life locked up made her long for the open sky, so now we take time together to go off and ride winds when work is slow, and she’s helped in many ways to make the island functional, by moving logs, clearing paths, helping lift building materials around, and generally being there for me when I’m full of rage, which is actually annoyingly often. We’re anger buddies hah, kind of get on the same level with it. She’s become so much part of my family, and I feel like i’m part of hers now too, so I doubt she’d be rehomed, but should she find somewhere she would rather be, we wouldn’t stop her going. She is difficult, angry, snappy, tempermental, difficult, won’t be touched by strangers, likes to fight, but I’d not change her, she’s our testing monster, who we love and adore.

Went off a bit, but I figured why not, I know her, and can write more about her life and story than the others.

[colorseeingchick]

Period Pains (Atsumu, Akaashi, Sugawara)

Periods. Suck. Mentally, physically, and emotionally. But maybe they can make it suck less.

A/N: Y’all can probably guess how my week has been :D. So this is mostly self indulgent and has definitely made me fall in love with all these boys much more. I may or may not stan Miya Atsumu now but we don’t talk about it (yet)

Warnings: None really! Fluffy and domestic wholesomeness. Post-timeskip.

Miya Atsumu 

Atsumu starts to stir from his sleep when he hears a loud prolonged groan next to him. 

He presses his eyes closed when the lights suddenly turn on. Ugh.

He opens his eyes to see you waddling away to the bathroom with your hand pressed to your stomach. Hmm?

He looks down and sees a relatively large splotch of red staining the sheet. HAH!

Suddenly, Atsumu is very alert.

“Babe what happened! Did you get hurt?”

Mans throws (I mean THROWS) himself out of bed and pulls a pair of shorts on as he stumbles to the bathroom to check on you.

“Baby are you-” 

He sees you by the sink, washing your shorts, the water discolored as it runs off. 

Ohhhh yeah! You were on your period. 

Headass’s mind blanked while in a sleepy haze.

You sigh. “Yeah I’m… fine-ish. I guess.”

He smirks and comes up behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist, one hand gently rubbing over your long sleep shirt, right over your lower belly. 

He presses a slow kiss into the side of your head and rocks you side to side while you continue to wash. 

“Did ya wake up cuz of the pain, babe?” 

“Mhm. And I saw the stain then too. Ain’t my luck just great?”

He groggily laughs and presses more kisses along the side of your face and holds you tighter. 

“You got this, babe. I’ll bring the sheets here, yeah?” 

“Kay.”

This, in its own way, is enough to make you feel… less bad. 

You were far from feeling okay at this point, but Atsumu knowing the drill and nonchalantly helping out at 2 am made things feel less apocalyptic than they were in your head.. 

Atsumu strips the bed of all its sheets, rubbing his eyes as he tries to keep awake. 

Handing the sheet to you, he leans against the wall as you washed out the immediate blood stains. 

Once you wash it out, he takes it from you.

“Clean yerself up babe.” 

He takes the sheets downstairs and throws them into the washing machine. 

He goes to the kitchen and grabs a banana and some dark chocolate (because we healthy in this household).

And some ibuprofen from the medicine cabinet.

And runs back up to find you coming with new sheets in hand. 

Putting your snacks down on your bedside table, he helps you pull the fresh sheets over your bed. 

Sitting you on the bed, he hands you the food and sits next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder while you munch. 

He gives you the medicine when you’re done. 

“30 minutes- not bad. I think that’s our new record.”

He shuts off the lights and crawls into bed, opening his arms as you slide your legs under the comforter. 

Snuggling into him, he nuzzles your forehead as he holds you close. 

“Feelin better, babe?”

“Yeah… I’ll probably fall asleep in a bit or something.”

“Well, if ya wanna press up against me if that’ll make you feel better, ya can. And wake me up if ya need anything.”

“I will, Atsumu. Thanks.”

“G’nite, sweetheart.” 

BONUS: you wake up late the next morning, Atsumu still holding you flush against his body. 

Now that you slept well (thanks to the meds and Atsumu) and woke up without pain, you’re suddenly in a very affectionate mood. 

Wiggling up, you find your way to Atsumu’s face, giving him a couple of soft pecks to his lips. 

He stirs in his sleep, kissing you back. 

But even after you had pulled away, he kept kissing at the air, trying to find your lips in his sleepy haze.

It was pretty funny. 

He’s a headass, you’re not gonna lie. 

But he’s your headass! And that’s all that matters. 

Akaashi Keiji 

Before even coming home, Akaashi knew you were going to be on your period today. 

Your period tracking app was synced to his phone, so he knew when to prepare for your worst days with snacks, supplies, and lots of affection.

He hated how busy he was, that he couldn’t be home to take care of you. So making sure you had everything you needed was the best he could do. 

But when Akaashi comes home and can’t find you anywhere, he starts to worry. 

Where were you? You would usually always greet him when he came home, even when you were on your period.

He gets his answer when he hears sniffles and hiccups coming underneath the lump of blankets on the couch. 

Akaashi knows that if you were ever fully underneath the blankets, there was something really wrong. 

Taking his jacket off and throwing it over a chair in the kitchen, he rushes to your side and pulls the blankets delicately off your head. 

“What’s wrong, darling.”

“H-hi Keiji. I’m s-sorry I didn’t m-mean to *hic* hide from you I j-just don’t feel too g-good.” 

Your breath was so shaky and Akaashi’s heart shattered watching you. 

“Please, tell me what’s wrong, dear.” Akaashi asks you in a whisper. 

“My tummy just hurts so so much and it won’t go away I-” your sobs begin to rack through your whole body. 

“Did you take medicine? Heating pad?” He asks gently as he runs his hands through your hair and wipes the tears off your face. 

“N-no… I hate taking medicine Keiji you know that. But I took a hot shower and I hoped it would help and it didn’t.” You attempt to stifle your cries to talk coherently, misery wrapping around your soul. 

“Alright then, give me a second, darling, and I’ll do whatever I can.” 

After changing, Akaashi comes back downstairs to the couch and makes his way over to you. 

He pats your head gently, “can you sit up for me?”

He swings his legs up onto the couch and opens his arms and legs so you could place yourself between all his limbs. 

Crawling up to him, he turns you so that your back is pressed to his torso. 

Immediately, Akaashi’s hands snake around your waist and find their way to two sides of your lower stomach.

His fingers gently message you, moving around to try and find which spots need his attention, all while he coaxes you into being relaxed.

“Shhh darling, you’re okay. I’m here and I’m going to shower you with my love. Just relax and let me take care of you, okay dearest?”

You nuzzle back against his chest, letting his words, touch, warmth, and smell fill all your senses. 

“Keiji… how was your day?” You murmur, tilting your head back in an effort to look at him. 

He smiles, warmth spreading through his body as he realizes even while in pain, you still want to carry on your daily check-in on him post work. 

And so Akaashi tells you all the stories from the day- his new assignment, how panicked he got midday when the office went into crisis, a surprise visit from a certain owl during lunch time.

You listen attentively, but your hands subconsciously move his larger hands to the center of your lower abdomen, where he starts to gently rub, leaving your skin tingly and chest lighter. 

“Do you feel better, Y/N?” after sitting in comfortable silence for a little, he decides to ask. 

But when he got no response, he cranes his neck to check on you. 

You had fallen asleep in his embrace, a sweet smile slowly creeping across your face. 

He smiles too, overjoyed to know that he was able to relieve you of some of your pain. 

“Goodnight, my love.” He whispers to you, his eyes slowly shutting, arms still on your stomach. 

BONUS: at around 2 am, Akaashi wakes up, realizing he was still on the couch. 

You, however, were nowhere to be seen. 

Getting up, Akaashi heads to the kitchen to grab water, assuming you were already in bed. 

Instead, he found you in the kitchen too, the smell of pancakes flooding the space. 

“Keiji! We never ate dinner. I’m sorry I made you fall asleep without eating.”

A small smile appears on his face and he rubs his sleepy eyes. 

“It’s okay, dear. I’m just glad you could sleep some.”

“Do you want pancakes?”

“I would love some.”

Sugawara Koushi

Like Akaashi, Suga knew what was about to happen when he got a phone call from you as soon as he was leaving school.

Regardless, hearing you sniffle over the phone activates every protective instinct in his body.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Koushi, do you love me?” 

A dumb question, obviously. Suga showered you with affection and endless praise on a daily basis for you simply just breathing. The most supportive of boyfriends!

But alas, insecurity still creeps up at times. And Suga gets it. 

“I love you more than anything else, Y/N.”

“Can you come home, Koushi? I miss you.”

“I’m on my way, love. Give me 10 extra minutes, okay?”

Suga hopped into his car to head home, stopping by the store to pick up a few things. 

He grabbed a pint of your favorite ice cream, your favorite chips (because do you want sweet or savory today? Only time will tell), and some flowers before heading home. 

The moment he steps through the door, you throw your hands around him and groan out of frustration, pain, and just general dejectedness (don’t @ me for projecting I swear). 

Suga smiles down at you, knowing that he can bring you some peace, and pulls you against him, flowers and bag still in hand. 

“Let me go change, my love. These are for you.” 

Your generally miserable disposition shifts as your nose is filled with the aroma of fresh flowers. Sweet and gentle scents always managed to lift your spirits, and Suga knew that. 

“Mkay.”

Once Suga came downstairs, he headed to the kitchen to warm up some water to pour into a water bottle. 

“Sweet or salty?”

“Salty.”

He grabs the warm water bottle and the bag of chips and makes his way over the couch where your eyes were begging him to shower you in love (which he was more than happy to do). 

Sitting down and opening his arms, you pull yourself against his side, hugging him tightly and nuzzling against his chest.

He rubs your head before sliding his hand down, soothingly rubbing circles onto your back. 

His other hand goes to place the warm water bottle on your lower abdomen, which you hold in place by pulling your legs up to your torso. 

“Koushi, why do you love me?” You murmur against him. “I’m so whiny and clingy and annoying and insecure and you’re perfect… you deserve the best. You shouldn’t have to put up with someone like me-”

“Hey.” Suga gently but sternly cuts you off. 

“That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about, and I don’t appreciate you talking about her like that.” He looks down at you and melts as he sees your puppy dog eyes staring back up at him.

“Koushi, I’m not wrong though. I am all those things.”

“And? I love you for it. I love that you whine for me and cling to me- it makes me feel wanted. I wouldn’t call you annoying, that's not your call to make. And insecure? That’s natural, my love. Everyone's a little insecure. I’m a little insecure. You’re not perfect and neither am I. And that’s okay. I don’t wanna love perfect. I want to love you and only you, okay?” 

Tears prick your eyes but you feel better with Suga’s words of reaffirmation. He’ll tell you no matter how many times you need to hear it. “Thank you Koushi, I love you so much.”

“Shh, my love. Don’t cry. I love you, too.” 

His grasp on you tightens as you relax against him, your breathing synchronizing. 

“You wanna watch some TV?”

“Yes please.”

“Chips?” 

“Mhm.” 

Single word exchanges and the warmth of Suga’s sweater keep you connected as you allow yourself to forget your physical and mental pains.

Suga always knew exactly what you needed to hear, and never hesitated to tell you. No matter how ‘out of the blue’ or random it may have felt, he was always there for when you needed him. 

BONUS: you guys settle on watching a romance movie, Suga feeding you chips while popping some into his own mouth as well. 

But once the movie got to the really sad part, you started crying (sometimes movies just made you cry, but hormones made it so much worse).

“Baby, don’t cry, it’s just a movie.” 

“But Koushi, you’re crying too!” 

In honesty, Suga’s face was very tear-streaked as well, his sniffles hushed. 

“Okay fine, we can both cry together.”

And so you did! Both of you cried, emotions fully invested in the movie, chips still being munched on while sobs shook your bodies. 

It would have been a goofy sight to any onlookers, but it was the pinnacle of your relationship- emotionally vulnerable, intimate, and domestic. True perfection, if you were to ask me.

[2dmenenthusiast]

Warmth - a Bakugou x Reader Christmas special

its finally done hhhhhh I love how I was just like “Oh yeah I’ll do a short little fic for Christmas” and then I ended up typing this long ass fic. I mean, its not that long but it took me days to write cuz I lack motivation always so it feels long lmao. Anyways, haven’t wrote for my explodey boy bakugou yet so here it is! Let me know if I gave the reader any specific pronouns or features by accident and I’ll fix it right away! I hope you all enjoy! Please feel free to reblog if you wanna give my fic more exposure, I'd really appreciate it 😚

Summary: You get caught in the middle of a snowstorm, and when you get home, you’re desperately craving the warmth of your exploding, ragey boyfriend. 

Word count: 3.3K

Warnings/other info: swearing, itty bitty reference to sexy times, spoiler for Bakugou’s hero name, just a lot of fluff (you guys are so mean to each other tho lmao)

You hated winter. Actually, scratch that. Let’s rephrase. You hate snow. No, you had nothing against the actual season. Winter brought you cute Christmas movies and catchy songs, as well as the gift-giving holiday itself. However, snow was a demon, and it could fuck right off. Especially when it was blowing directly into your face like it was now, your snow-covered boots trudging through the thick snow as you held grocery bags in each of your gloved hands. Even though you were wearing a thick winter coat and hat, and had your scarf covering half of your face, you felt like you were about to shiver out of your own skin and god you could barely fucking see with all of this snow going directly into your eyes.

“‘It’s right down the street, y/n, just walk there.’ What am I, fucking stupid?” you muttered.

You had figured it would be better to just walk to the store rather than using up gas or spending money on transportation, and fuck were you dumb for making that decision. Bakugou had warned you too, taking one look outside and telling you it would be better to just go get groceries tomorrow. But noooo, you just had to get it done today. And honestly, it looked like the roads were gonna be shitty for the next few days, so better now than later. Speaking of the roads, there were barely any cars driving on them, which was expected. The plow didn’t look like it had come through yet. However, a vehicle slowly came towards you, going under the speed limit to avoid sliding on the road, and you could hear The Christmas Song playing loudly from inside as it passed. Chestnuts roasting on an open fire? Yeah, the only thing going to be roasting on an open fire was your ass the second you walked through the door. And by an open fire, you meant the heater, which Bakugou better have on full fucking blast, or else you swore you were going to wring his neck.

As your apartment building became closer in view, you doubled your efforts and tried to speed up your pace, but the snow made it almost impossible when it was almost past your shins. Still, you grit your teeth and pushed through, letting out a relieved groan when you walked through the front door of your building and felt heat blast you in the face. Releasing a sigh, your grip tightening on the grocery bags as you traversed up the stairs to your apartment, and when you jammed your keys in the lock and pushed through the door, it was just as you suspected. Too fucking cold.

“He’s dead. He’s a dead man. He knew I was going out in the fucking arctic tundra that is the city right now, but he chose to keep the thermostat at fucking 70 degrees?!” you thought, grumbling to yourself as you set the bags down in the kitchen and marched over to the thermostat.

“Hey, take your fucking boots off, will you? You’re tracking snow.”

You raised your middle finger in the direction the voice came from, not even looking back

at your boyfriend as you turned the dial of the thermostat and watched the numbers go up until you were satisfied. Turning to look at Bakugou with a glare, you said something that he could tell was filled with frustration and anger, but he could barely hear you when you were talking through your scarf, raising an eyebrow as if to silently say, “what the fuck are you saying?” Rolling your eyes, you toed off your boots and hung up your coat, taking off your gloves and hat next before unwrapping your scarf from around your face and neck.

“I said you’re a fucking maniac. How are you not freezing?” you asked, hurrying past Bakugou to your shared bedroom so that you could change into something warmer.

Bakugou just scoffed, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you change. “You remember what my quirk is, right?”

Slipping one of Bakugou’s large hoodies over your head, you let out a sigh. “Oh right, I forgot that along with the ability to blow shit up, you’re also a walking heat box,” you said, throwing the hood over your head as you turned to your boyfriend with a small pout.

He just looked at you with an amused smirk, a single eyebrow quirked as he looked you up and down. He had to admit, he’d never get tired of seeing you in his clothes. Though he quickly became worried when a mischievous grin appeared on your face, and he had no time to react when you were running forward and slipping your hands underneath his shirt, wrapping your arms around his bare torso.

“Gah! Shit, you’re fucking freezing!” he yelled, trying to push you off of him, but you just tightened your hold as you buried your face in his chest. “Hey! Don’t you get comfy, get the hell off of me.”

“But you’re so waaarm,” you whined, looking up at him with cute puppy dog eyes. You weren’t lying, he was very warm, and you’d be damned if you pulled away from him anytime soon.

Letting out a growl through clenched teeth, Bakugou gripped your thighs in his hands and suddenly lifted you, and you let out a noise of surprise, not expecting your feet to come off the ground as your legs automatically wrapped around him so that you wouldn’t fall. Carrying you back into the living room, he threw you on the couch and pinned you with a glare when you tried to move, not walking away until he was certain you wouldn’t get up from that couch. Once he turned his back to you, you sat up on your knees and looked over the back of the couch as Bakugou walked into the kitchen, bending over the reach into one of the bags, and holy fuck his ass in those sweatpants was downright fucking sinful. As the cool kids would say, he was, “double cheeked up on a Thursday afternoon.”

“It’s Saturday, and stop staring at my ass, you damn perv,” Bakugou grumbled without looking back at you, and you pursed your lips as you raised your hands in surrender.

“Not my fault you’re so dummy thicc.”

“For the love of god, stop watching TikTok.”

You just laughed and stood from the couch, walking into the kitchen and leaning against the counter as you watched your boyfriend put the groceries away. “You don’t have to do that, you know. I can put them away.”

“Nonsense. You were just out freezing your ass off in the snow. Now get back on that couch before I throw you on it again,” he said.

You smiled at the kind gesture. While Bakugou was often rude and uncouth, not making an effort to hide his frustration or disdain for certain people or things, there was a soft spot deep down in there, and you were lucky enough to be one of the few people he showed it too. Of course, it was hardly willingly. You were persistent as hell, getting under his skin the moment you started going to UA with him. However, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like your persistence.

Letting out a small hum to yourself, you leaned over and pressed your lips against his cheek, his skin warming up under your touch. “You’re cute.”

A light pink dusted his cheeks as you walked back to the couch and plopped down onto the soft cushions, grabbing the fluffy blanket hanging over the back and draping it around your shoulders. No, if anyone in this relationship was cute, it was you. With the way you stole his clothes and just seemed to always make them look better, or made him his bento lunch with cute little notes inside that he secretly kept in his desk and would look at whenever he needed a little pick-me-up. You probably didn’t realize how much he noticed every little thing you did, but he did, and it made him fall more in love with you every day. Of course, he wasn’t very eloquent and it was hard for him to express how he felt with words, but he was a believer in how actions spoke louder.

“Hey, dipstick! You almost done? I’m about to freeze my ass off over here and I need my cuddle buddy,” you yelled from the living room, and Bakugou’s eyebrow twitched as he scoffed, running a hand over his face. You just had to ruin it, didn’t you?

“Yeah, yeah, wait a sec, would you? Not my fault your body can’t regulate temperature like a normal fucking human being.”

Your head popped up, looking over the couch at your boyfriend with an incredulous look on your face. “‘Normal?!’ What about you is normal, Mr. I-get-unnecessarily-ragey-and-blow-shit-up? Hm?”

“Oh and you think you’re so normal when you bought fucking ice cream in the middle of goddamn winter,” he said, holding up the tub of ice cream you recently bought on your trip to the store.

“Ice cream is good for any time of the year! And you have no room to judge me. It could be a hundred degrees out and you’ll be scarfing down a bowl of spicy ramen like it’s your last meal.”

“You don’t hear me complaining about it though, do you?”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you pouted. “Jerk. you know, I hope your quirk just one day combusts and you blow up your own face.”

“Fuckface.”

“Asshole.”

“Dumbass.”

“Mama’s boy.”

Eyes widening, he dropped the last grocery bag on the floor and stomped over to the couch. If you were any normal person, you probably would’ve been cowering in fear just from the pro-heroes intense stair. But you had been with Bakugou for a while now, and what “normal” person would date someone whose first draft of their hero name was Lord Explosion Murder anyway? He placed his hands on the top of the couch, looking down at you as you stared up at him with a shit-eating grin on your face.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“Oh, I think you heard me.”

“Take it back or I’m blowing up all of your Deku shirts.”

You gasped dramatically, placing both of your hands over your heart as you gaped at your boyfriend before narrowing your eyes. “You wouldn’t.”

He didn’t say anything, simply raising an eyebrow at your challenge before walking towards your shared bedroom without another word. Oh. Oh, he was being serious. Scrambling off the couch, you ran after him.

“No! Nononono, wait. Ugh, All right!”

He turned to look at you, one of your shirts of the Pro hero Deku held tight in his fist and a smirk on his face that meant trouble. You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest as you looked at the nearby wall, not wanting to see that stupid little grin on his stupid face.

“You… You’re- not a mama’s boy,” you muttered under your breath, coughing to make the words more unintelligible.

“I’m sorry, what did you say? I think I feel my hand warming up a bit.”

“Ugh, fine! You’re not a mama’s boy. Happy?”

Grin widening, he dropped the shirt and walked over to you in long strides, closing the distance quickly and placing his hands on your waist. “See? Was that so hard?”

“Absolutely teeth-pulling,” you said, dropping your head on his chest as he chuckled, bringing a hand up to gently pat your head. Of course, there wasn’t a lot about you two that was so different from each other. You both had a mutual hatred for backing down. He then looked over at the bed where the green-haired hero’s smiling face stared back at him, and he scowled.

“Why do you have so many shirts of that damn nerd anyway?”

“I don’t have that many, Katsu.”

“You have like ten. You don’t have any merch of me.” His grip on you tightened possessively, and if he wasn’t aware of it, you certainly were, smiling against his chest before lifting your head.

“Why would I need merch when I have the real life thing right here?” you asked, poking at his abs. “Besides, it’s not like I bought them. They were gifts whenever he had new designs come out.”

“And you couldn’t just refuse?”

“Even if you have some weird tension with him, that doesn’t mean I can’t be friends with him, dummy.” You lightly flicked his forehead and slipped out of his grasp as you walked back out to the living room, and he followed close behind with furrowed brows.

“Weird tension? The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

You just looked at him with raised eyebrows and shrugged, dropping down onto the couch before pulling out your phone. It took him a second to understand what you were getting at, and when he did, he wanted to vomit up his lunch.

“Oh, you’re sick.”

You threw your hands up. “I’m not saying I ship it! Your Twitter followers certainly do, though.”

“Yeah well, they’re all weirdos anyway,” he said, sitting down next to you and throwing an arm around your shoulders, and you immediately relaxed into him, content with the warmth he seemed to produce 24/7. “The only person I wanna be…” he grimaced, shaking his head, “shipped with is you.”

You smiled, looking up at Bakugou as you placed your hand on his chest. “I think people would if we didn’t constantly insult each other while we’re out in public. And you know, if you were actually affectionate with me.”

“I’m affectionate!” he yelled, arm tightening around you. “Those damn extras don’t need to see that shit anyway. Not like it’s any of their business.”

You chuckled and moved to straddle Bakugou’s thighs, hands taking their time as you dragged them up his muscular torso and splayed your fingers over his chest. You admired the man below you with a small smile on your face, his hands moving so that they rested on your thighs, giving them a small squeeze, and you watched his tongue swipe over his bottom lip as he seemed to look at you with that same red-eyed intense stare that he always did. Leaning down, you placed a slow kiss against his lips but pulled away before he could deepen it, and he chased your lips with a quiet growl as you let out an amused huff.

“Would you…” You could tell he was hesitant, never knowing how to properly express what he wanted to say, especially when he was feeling vulnerable. You placed your lips against his cheek, gently holding his face in your hands to try and reassure him. “Would you like me to be more affectionate in public? Would that… make you happy?”

Brows furrowing, your lips formed into a frown as you sat back, hands slipping into his. “Katsu… we’ve been together since our high school days. If I had any complaints, wouldn’t I have voiced them by now?” He opened his mouth, but you didn’t give him the chance to respond, grabbing his face again. “Listen to me for a second. Despite what people think about your rough edges and your unpleasant attitude-”

“Watch it.”

You smiled. “I wouldn’t change a damn thing about you. Your random outbursts, your sailor mouth, your shitty nicknames for all of our friends. Those things are what make you Bakugou Katsuki. Not some shitty tabloid with that stupid headline that’s like “Ten things to know about Pro Hero Dynamight!” or whatever. They’re all bullshit. No one sees the side of you that I get to. No one sees the big softie that you really are.” You lightly poked Bakugou’s chest with a giggle, and he swatted at your hand.

“Hey, I’m not soft, you dumbass,” he grumbled, and you just laughed as you leaned into him and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

You heard him sigh and felt his arms wrap around you, happy in his strong embrace. There was nowhere you felt safer than in Bakugou’s arms. They were always there to hold you at night, or to pull you into a hug when you were feeling upset. You loved his arms, but you loved him in general. Everything about him always had butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. When he would gaze at you like you were the only other person in the world, or when he’d come home after a particularly rough day, and you’d offer to help him relieve some stress, but he’d insist that the only thing on his mind at the moment was you underneath him while he memorized and tasted every inch of you. Yeah, you were a love-struck idiot, but so was he. Maybe even more so.

You were brought out of your thoughts when the lights started to flicker before going out, and you waited a few seconds for them to come back on, but they never did. Are you fucking kidding me?

“Um… Katsuki?”

“Hm.”

“Please tell me our power didn’t just go out.”

“Our power didn’t go out.”

You smacked his chest. “Don’t be a smartass.”

“Then don’t say stupid shit.”

You let out a groan before whining out his name, and he sighed as he lifted you off of him and walked into the kitchen to grab his phone. It was like you could already feel the cold seeping back into the apartment through the cracks in the doors and windows, and you shivered as you grabbed the blanket from before and wrapped it around your body. Bakugou then came back into the living room, letting out a sigh and tossing his phone onto the couch.

“Some idiot driving in this shit-storm hit a pole and took down a transformer. Power won’t be back until the morning.”

Great. Just magnificent. Who the fuck decides to drive in a snowstorm? Letting out a huff, you stood and went to the kitchen to find a lighter before lighting every candle you two had, hoping they would provide enough light for the night. After making sure at least one candle was in every room, you went back to find Bakugou gathering all the blankets he could and raised an eyebrow.

“What? We both know our comforter won’t be enough to warm your shivering ass.”

“But I have you, don’t I? My personal heater,” you said, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet as you smiled.

Bakugou scoffed. “Yeah, can’t wait for you to suck all the heat out of me.”

“Oh piss off. You love my cuddles.”

Before he could give you another snarky remark, you turned on your heel and walked to your bedroom, pulling back the covers and immediately tucking yourself underneath them. But of course, it wasn’t warm enough. When Bakugou walked into the room, you stuck a hand out from under the blanket and made a grabbing motion, and he just chuckled at you before throwing an extra blanket on top of you and climbing underneath the covers to lay next to you. You immediately sought him out, desperate for his warmth as you wrapped yourself around him and nuzzled into his chest, and his arms looped around you as he tangled your legs together.

“Christ, you’re fucking freezing,” he grumbled.

“Shut up and hold me tighter,” you said voice muffled as you spoke into his chest, and he did as you asked, his arms tightening around you as you let out a content sigh. 

Relaxing in the silence, you felt yourself begin to grow more tired with each second that passed, and your boyfriend seemed to relax as well, which was rare for him. You both were perfectly content, dozing off in each other’s embrace.

“... So should I get a mistletoe for the apartment?”

“Dear god, shut the fuck up and go to sleep.”

[agoracactus]

Pt4.5 - the village of Blatta

this is a short (hopefully) story happened before you met Jaskier.

cuz i forgot to write this segment. and cuz im too busy to finish my long chapters in a week, and didnt wanna keep ppl waiting, if theres ppl waiting (hopefully lmao)

Pt.1  Pt.2  Pt.3  Pt.4

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x reader

Word Count: 1931

Warnings: lack of proofread, language, blood, death

Summary: im giving up on this part completely, names and summary, my two nemesis

§

You sat at the edge of the bed, staring at your feet, having a silent debation inside your head.

“You’re up?” Geralt pushed open the door, saw you sitting at the bed, “Good, it’s getting late, we should keep moving.” “Oh, ok.” you nodded, stood up to grab your bag.

You came across this nice little village last night, and everyone was surprisingly friendly and welcoming. People invited you to their house and share food with you. Some even offered you their beds so you can have a good rest. To be honest the hospitality scared you a little, you were used to people being mean for you’re traveling with a witcher.

Walking out of this shabby wooden house, the sun was warm and bright. Couple of folks greeted you with a smile. The village looked busy, people were walking around preparing for something looked like an event, excitement floating in the air. You returned the greetings, feeling flattered.

“Oh! You are leaving?” a woman was holding a basket full of dead chicken under her arm, blood seeped through the woven basket and dripped to the ground. “What a pity! The festival is around the corner, you should stay! We love having guests! There’s going to be a feast!” You sneaked a glance towards Geralt, he seemed to have no interest at all in this feast, “Thank you for the kind offer, but we need to go now.” you tried to be as polite as you can. Not every day you get to meet someone who’s nice to you.

“Hey, um, maybe we should consider staying for a few more days?” you suggested, watching Geralt handed out an apple to Roach. “No, we need to head south, that’s what the contract said.” “Yeahhh but, it’s a feast! Feast means food!” you tried to persuade him, “We could use some free food! People here are nice- How many times did you actually receive a warm welcoming from others?” “You can stay all you want, I have a job to do.” he gave you a stern look.

You bit your lower lip, looked back over your shoulder at the small village.

“You know what, maybe I should.” you finally made your decision, “I’m staying.” Geralt stopped to look at you, didn’t understand what you were up to this time. “I’ve been thinking about this for, quite a while now... Now that we came across a lovely place, people here are friendly and welcoming... Maybe it’s time that we part ways.”

He didn’t reply.

You couldn’t tell how he felt about this.

“Don’t get me wrong, I really like traveling with you... It was fun, the adventures... And you were nice to me... But I feel like you’d rather travel alone- I mean, I get it, I’m just a weak-ass human girl, who is better stay behind when you hunt instead of getting in your way... And sometimes I get you- us- into trouble-” you realized you started babbling, so you stopped to take a breath in. “What I’m trying to say is, you are such a nice person that you probably don’t even notice that I’m just taking advantage of you... And I don’t want that. So I’m breaking this little group up. For our best interests.”

“Very well.” he untied Roach’s rein. “...That’s it?” you frowned, “You’re not gonna say something?” “I said ‘very well’.” “...” you rolled your eyes behind his back, “...Well, I guess that’s it then?” “Mmm.” Geralt hopped onto Roach. “It was nice meeting you, witcher.” “You too.” he nodded his head. “Take care, ok?” “Farewell, y/n.”

§

“Have some soup sir, it shall warm you up.” the merchant handed the witcher a wooden bowl. The witcher thanked him. Everything was quiet except for the slight crackling from the fire.

“Where are you from?” “Sodden, sir.” “You’re going north?” “Kovir, got some business to do there.” “Still got a long way then? There’s a small village on the way to replenish if you follow along this way.” “Small village? The village of Blatta? No sir! No one should ever go anywhere near that place, especially during this time of the year.” “Why?” “Those who travel frequently on this path all know the village of Blatta. It’s the village of worshipers of the Dark Lord. They hold a grand festival in name of their vicious god every year around this season, using the blood of their livestock to attract monsters, making sacrifices of children and young women and any outsiders who happened to come across their way and call that a ‘cleanse’- Where are you going sir? It’s not safe to travel in these woods at night- Sir!”

§

He was late when he arrived at the village.

There was no light in any of the houses, all the doors and shutters were closed. The pungent smell of blood was drowning him. Several dark shadows were squatting around, he could hear the sound of munching, slurping and the nasty noise coming from their throat. He took out a small tube, uncork it with his teeth, drank it all up and jumped off of Roach. He took a few steps forward with the momentum, took out his sword and carefully approached.

The faint light from the moon was not a problem to his witcher eyes, he slowly walked closer to the necrophages, formed a sign with his fingers. Flame bursted out from his hand. The monsters screamed and ran away into the woods.

The witcher looked down. All the bodies had their wrists and ankles tied up, dried animal blood mixed with their own congealed in their hair. It seemed like the villagers poured the blood of their livestock onto these poor lives and left them here to be devoured by the necrophages.

To his relief, he didn’t see anyone resembling your feature.

He heard something inside the house. He turned and saw pairs of eyes peeking through the crack of the shutters. The witcher felt anger quietly rising within him. He held tight to his sword, picked up his pace to follow the trace of the monsters into the forest.

§

You were hurt, you couldn't tell where exactly you were hurt due to the burning sensation spreading across your torso. But you didn’t dare to slow down.

You tripped against a rock and fell hard to the ground. The pistol in your hand almost misfired with your finger held tight against it. You tried to get up, but your limbs were weak from the pain.

All you could hear was your heartbeat and heavy panting.

You thought you lost them. The monsters. But you couldn’t lose the sight of the screaming children. You shook your head to get rid of the image before it brought up more traumatizing memory, and struggled to get up.

You knew you were lost in this forest, every direction looked the same, and the dim light of the crescent moon was not helping. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, felt the moisture there which you couldn’t tell if its sweat or blood. You took a few deep breaths to steady your heart and picked a random direction, quietly walked towards that way, praying to whoever’s out there this is not the way back to that horrific village.

§

The witcher was panting heavily. Standing in the middle of a pit which was full of the bodies of the creatures he just slew, on a bed of human bones and pieces of cloths. The stench of rotten flesh and the necrophage was piercing through his nose to his brain, but he didn’t move. He just stood there, eyes glancing around frantically around the once-monster-nest.

There was a snap of the twig behind him, sounded like thunder in this deadly silent woods. He turned around sharply, wielding his sword, ready to strike out.

You were at the edge of the pit, eyes wide, face pale as a sheet. He saw cuts above your eyebrow and on your arms and legs, and smelled dirt mixed with blood and sweat.

“Oh my god...” you said under your breath, staring at him. He realized what he looked like now, under the influence of his potion. He instinctively turned his face away.

“Geralt...” you jumped down the pit, ran to him with effort, and threw your arms around him. Geralt stiffened. “Are you hurt?” you quickly released him, pulled back to look at his face, then gave a quick scan down his body--- but you couldn’t tell with the limited moonlight, so your eyes shot right back at his face, “Geralt?” “...No.” he stared right back at you, and didn’t see what he was expecting in your eyes.

“...I’m so glad I found you...” you hugged him again. He now realized you were trembling. He put his hand on your back, “You’re safe now.” You nodded against his leather armor, didn’t care it smelled like shit.

You released him once more, “Let’s get out of this hell hole shall we?” trying to make a joke, but failed with your now shaking, choked voice. He nodded, sheathing his sword, “Maybe next time find a better village?” You let out a nervous laugh, took his forearm to climbed out of the pit.

[ironwoman359]

Love Song for a Siren

Summary: Life aboard the pirate ship The Sea Serpent is as perfect as Roman, Patton, and Logan could hope for, but a startling discovery turns their lives...and their hearts...upside down. 

Ships: Established Moralogince, eventual LAMP, side Dukeceit

Content Warnings: Mentions of whaling, piracy (the swashbuckling kind), sympathetic deceit, sympathetic remus, general fear/anxiety, being trapped/captured.

Word Count: 5,407

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A/N: @vintage-squid, surprise! I’m your secret santa! I’m so glad you enjoyed the story, I had a blast writing it! Thank you to @theinvisiblespoon for beta reading this fic, you’re the absolute best! I have at least two more fics for this AU planned, a prequel that tells the story of Roman and Remus coming to be crew members aboard the Sea Serpent (cuz boy howdy is that a tale), and a sequel that pits our now established LAMP boys against an external threat. Both elements were ideas that I had for this story/universe that just didn’t make it into the final version due to time/length, so let me know if you’d like to be tagged in those future stories, or if you’d like to be on my general writing taglist. As always, comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated. Love you guys! -Taylor <3

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“All hands on deck!”

Roman grinned and scampered down from his perch in the crow’s nest, his boots hitting the deck with a satisfying *thud.* The sky above him was clear and bright, and a cool ocean breeze rustled through his hair, granting him a reprieve from the heat of the sun. The gentle sway of the ship, once so strange and foreign to him, was now a familiar, soothing motion, and Roman’s chest swelled with confidence. He pulled his rapier from his belt and swiped it through the air with a flourish, winking at the ship’s navigator who was standing nearby.

“Just once, I’d like to see you answer Patton’s call without all your typical fanfare,” the man said, raising an eyebrow at Roman.

“What? My brother, pass up a chance to be dramatic?” a cheerful squawk called out, and then Remus was beside them, throwing one arm around Roman and jostling him playfully. “That’ll be the day.”

“Indeed, the one that we all long for,” the navigator agreed, and Roman pouted before letting his features slide into a smirk.

“Oh, come on Logan, you know you love me,” Roman crooned, and his smile widened as Logan’s cheeks became dusted with pink.

“Unfortunately, yes,” he said as Roman wriggled out from Remus’s grip to peck him on the lips. “However did I let that happen?”

“Okay you two, cut it out!” Patton chided as he walked over. “You’re both too adorable and it’s not fair, ‘cause I very much want to kiss you both, but we don’t have time right now!”

“Later, my love,” Roman promised, blowing the ship’s quartermaster a kiss of his own. Patton pretended to catch it out of the air and held it close to his heart, winking before he turned and addressed the larger crowd of sailors that had gathered on deck. 

“We’ve adjusted course to intercept a ship, prepare for boarding!” Patton called. “And standby for the captain’s orders!”

As if on cue, the captain stepped out onto the deck, surveying his crew at work for a moment before turning to Patton.

“What’s the target?”

“It looks like a whaling ship,” Patton said with a grimace, and the captain snarled.

“Right. The captain should be worth a half decent ransom then, plus there should be plenty of valuable cargo on board. We’ll disable the ship when we’re finished then leave the rest of the crew to their own devices, if they aren’t idiots they should be able to survive long enough to make whaling seem like a very unattractive occupation to their buddies back home.”

Patton nodded, then turned back to the crew.

“Ready about!” he called to them, then nodded to Roman. “Ro, take point on the first raiding crew.”

“Oooh, Dee, your mask!” Remus suddenly cried, before dashing into the captain’s quarters without another word. He emerged a moment later, handing over the mask before planting a kiss on the captain’s cheek.

“Oh, so you have time for kisses, but I don’t,” Roman teased, and Remus stuck his tongue out at him.

“Captain’s privileges,” Dee said with a smirk before sliding the mask down over the left side of his face, carved features and painted green scales covering the burn that marred his skin.

“Ro, come on!” Patton called again, and Roman turned his attention to the whaler that was still approaching them, not yet realizing that the innocuous looking Sea Serpent was actually a pirate vessel.

“Heave to!” Patton shouted, and Logan pulled on the ship’s wheel until the Sea Serpent was directly in the path of the approaching whaler.

“Ready canons!” Dee called, and Patton relayed the order to the gunmen below deck. “On my command! Ready?”

Roman gripped his sword hilt, a smile growing on his face despite himself. Right here, standing on the deck of his ship with a sword in his hand and his two loves by his side, was exactly where Roman wanted to be.

“Fire!”

--- --- ---

It didn’t take long for the crew of the whaler, called The Carlotta, to surrender, and before long, Patton was leading a small party through the ship to look for anything worth looting. As soon as he stepped below decks, however, he had to stop. He waved the other crew members on ahead of him and leaned against a nearby support beam, taking in several deep gulps of air through his mouth. Unfortunately, that didn’t do much to alleviate the stench.

The cargo hold was full of dozens upon dozens of barrels, and a foul, fishy scent clung to the air around them like mold. The smell was bad enough, but that combined with the thought of what was actually in the barrels was enough to make Patton gag on the spot. He, like Dee, was not fond of the practice of whaling, but while Dee would still bring the whale blubber onboard the Sea Serpent so they could sell it themselves and turn a profit, Patton would just as soon dump the whole batch back into the ocean so he didn’t have to think about it for too long. He was just grateful that they hadn’t come upon The Carlotta when she’d taken a fresh kill; money or no, message or no, Patton was not about to deal with looting a ship floating beside a dead whale carcass.

“Quartermaster!”

Patton looked up to see one of the younger crew members coming towards him, their eyes as round as saucers.

“What is it, kiddo? And I’ve told you, just Patton is fine.”

“Right, yessir–I mean, Patton. But, um, you need you see this!”

“What is it?” Patton asked again, following the young sailor deeper into the hold.

“I...I don’t know, sir, you’re just...going to have to see for yourself.”

Thoroughly intrigued now, Patton let himself be led into the back corner of the cargo hold where he was met with a peculiar sight. What appeared to be a large iron kettle, which Patton recognized as part of the tryworks that whalers would use to boil the whale blubber down into oil, was sitting in the middle of the open space. The kettle itself wasn’t what struck Patton as odd though, it was its placement below decks. The ship had clearly recently brought in a new whale, and Patton remembered seeing the other kettle in its proper place on top of the furnace up on deck. What on earth was this doing down here?

The other thing that was confusing was the large slat of crisscrossed iron bars that had been laid haphazardly over the top of the kettle. If Patton had to guess, he’d say that the whalers had taken the door off the ship brig and used it as a sort of cap, and for extra measure, a few canon balls had been placed on top to provide additional weight. Three other crew members were standing around the kettle, looking inside with something akin to awe on their faces.

“What’s going on?” Patton asked as he approached, and the crewmen just pointed, stepping back so Patton could peer into the kettle himself.

He didn’t know whether to be amazed or horrified.

“Get the captain,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “He needs to see this.”

The sailors nodded and hurried off to find Dee, leaving Patton alone to stare at what they’d found in growing disbelief.

Lying tangled in a net at the bottom of the kettle in about a half-foot of water was...some sort of creature. At first glance, Patton had thought the long, slippery tail belonged to a strange fish or eel, but as his eyes traveled upward, that thought was quickly dismissed from his mind. Halfway up the creature’s body, the scales gave way to smooth purple skin and a surprisingly human shaped torso, despite the fins on the creature’s sides and elbows. A set of gills was visible on the side of its neck, and a shock of dark hair fell around the creature’s ears, or at least, the wide, fan-shaped fins that protruded from where the ears would be on a human. It’s chest was rising in short, quick bursts, and Patton didn’t need to be a medical expert to tell that it was having trouble breathing.

Despite growing up in a port town and being around seamen for most of his life, Patton had never really put much stock into superstition, or the wild tales of sea monsters and magic that sailors brought back from their ventures out onto the open ocean. Sailors in his hometown tended to drink as much as they talked, and while their stories made for good entertainment, he’d never really believed any of them. And yet, staring down at the creature in the kettle, he knew now that some of the tales had to be true.

“What is it?”

Patton turned at the sound of Dee’s voice, and he found that there was only one thing he could say.

“Dee...they have a mermaid.”

As if on cue, the mermaid stirred, twisting in the kettle and letting out a muffled hiss as it strained against the net that had its arms pinned against its sides. Dee and Patton looked down, and Patton bit his tongue to keep himself from whimpering.

The eyes that met their gaze were wide with fear, but they narrowed in an instant as the mermaid hissed again, flaring out its fins in warning. Patton was sure that if it were able, the creature would be baring its teeth at them, but somehow the net had gotten tangled in such a way that it was wrapped around its face and digging into its mouth. If Patton had to guess, the mermaid had tried to bite its way out of the net and only succeeded in trapping itself further.

Patton looked up at Dee, who still hadn’t said anything and was staring into the kettle with a blank expression, which Patton knew meant he didn’t want to give away what he was thinking.

“Dee, we can’t just leave him here,” Patton said quietly.

“What other choices do we have?” Dee asked, raising an eyebrow. “Cut it loose and throw it back into the ocean?”

Patton glanced down at the creature again, his eyes traveling over the places where the net was digging into its skin. One of the sections was wrapped so tightly around its tail that it was cutting into the flesh, and Patton shook his head.

“He’s hurt...if we just threw him back into the ocean as is who knows what could happen to him? He needs time to recover.”

“So what do you propose? We can’t haul the tryworks onto the Sea Serpent while on the open ocean. And even if we could, if healing is the main goal, I don’t think curled up tight in a pot would be the best place to keep it.”

Patton chewed on his bottom lip, thinking.

“They haven’t finished fixing that damaged dinghy belowdecks yet,” he offered. “But she should hold water.”

Dee blinked.

“Are you suggesting that we fill the dinghy up with water like it’s some rich landlubber’s bathtub and...what, just keep a pet mermaid in it?”

“Not pet,” Patton insisted. “More like...patient.”

“You’re deflecting the rest of the question, Quartermaster,” Dee said, raising an eyebrow, and Patton raised one right back.

“And you’re avoiding giving me an order, Captain.”

Dee chuckled, then his eyes flicked back and forth between the kettle and Patton before he sighed.

“Alright, have it your way then. But Patton...if this creature turns out to be dangerous...if he ends up hurting one of the crew? That’ll be your responsibility, you understand?”

Patton nodded firmly.

“I do.” Then he grinned, and threw his arms around Dee in a quick but tight hug. “Thanks Dee!”

He let go and hurried above deck, hearing Dee mutter something about “reputation” as he went, and stopped when he ran into Remus sticking his head to look inside the (thankfully) unlit furnace the whalers kept on deck.

“Remus! I need you to do something for me,” he called, and Remus grinned.

“Anything you say, Mr. Quartermaster sir!”

“Can you get a couple of the crew to fill the dinghy belowdecks with buckets of seawater?”

“How many buckets?” Remus asked cheerfully, and Patton shrugged.

“As many as will fit. Oh, and Remus. I want the water dumped out into the dinghy. I’m not asking for a boat filled with buckets, I want a boat filled with water, okay?”

“Aww, now you’ve spoiled my fun,” Remus said in a mock pout, but then he winked and practically pranced back towards the Sea Serpent, nearly knocking over Roman as he skipped past.

“What’s he so happy about?” Roman asked, frowning as he watched Remus leave the deck of the The Carlotta.

“I gave him a weird order,” Patton said, sliding up next to Roman and sighing happily when Roman snaked an arm around his waist and planted a kiss on top of his head.

“Anything interesting in the cargo hold?” Roman asked, and Patton froze. “What?” Roman asked, pulling back and frowning down at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Patton said quickly, pressing a kiss to Roman’s cheek. “It’s just…” he glanced back towards the cargo hold, chewing on his bottom lip. “You’re going to want to see this.”

--- --- ---

“You found a what?” Logan asked, staring at his boyfriends in growing disbelief.

“A mermaid, Specs,” Roman said, and Logan resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

“We’re serious, Lo!” Patton insisted. “Why would we make something like that up?”

Logan raised an eyebrow.

“I saw Remus looking entirely to happy to be carrying buckets of water back and forth from the cargo hold, and you expect me not to be at least a little bit suspicious.”

“Okay, maybe I should have had someone else supervise setting up the dinghy, but to be fair, I knew that Remus wouldn’t waste a lot of time asking me why I wanted him to do that,” Patton said with a shrug.

“Listen, while ordinarily your suspicion might be slightly warranted–”

“Slightly?” Logan asked, and smirked when Roman spluttered indignantly.

“Really, Logan,” Patton said, his voice quiet and earnest. “We found a mermaid, and he needs our help. Come and see, okay?”

Logan frowned at Patton’s sudden shift in tone before he nodded slowly. Patton flashed him a grateful smile, then turned and led the way into the cargo hold. Logan had to admit, he wasn’t sure quite what he was expecting to see as he followed Patton down the stairs, but the Sea Serpent’s beat up dinghy filled with water hadn’t been high on the list. He opened his mouth, but as they approached the side of the boat, the question died in his throat. His eyes traveled over the purple skin, gills and fins, and wide eyes with slit pupils.

“Oh.”

“You can say that again,” Roman said, raising an eyebrow.

Logan elected not to speak again, noting the way the creature shrunk back at Roman’s loud voice, choosing instead to take a step closer and get down on one knee beside the dinghy so he was eye level with the creature. It thrashed and hissed as he approached, though whether the hiss was a sign of aggression or an expression of pain as the net dug deeper into its flesh, Logan couldn’t be sure. Either way, the first move clearly had to be removing the net.

Logan pulled his knife from his belt and the creature thrashed again at the sight of the blade, and it bumped the side of the dinghy, sloshing some of the water over the side.

“Be still,” Logan said in as soothing a voice as he could manage. “We need to get that net off you, and if you struggle you could become injured.”

Logan had been speaking more with tone in mind than with words, but to his surprise, the creature cocked its head at the words before hissing again, more deliberately this time. Logan froze, staring into the creature’s eyes.

“Can...can you understand me?” he asked, and the creature moved its head up and down.

“Did he just nod?” Patton breathed, and the creature tried to nod again, hissing in pain as the net around its face dug deeper into its jaw.

“Don’t try to move,” Logan said, holding up his empty hand in what he hoped was a placating gesture. “You’ll only hurt yourself further. Could you blink your eyes once for yes, twice for no? If you can really understand us?”

There was a beat of silence as they all held their breaths, and then the creature slowly blinked once.

“Was that a yes?” Logan asked to confirm, and the creature blinked once again. “Wonderful. I’m going to cut this net off of you, is that alright?”

The creature didn’t respond at first, eyeing Logan warily, and Logan frowned.

“Do you wish to remain tangled in the net?”

Two blinks.

“Are you currently in pain?”

One blink.

“If you let me remove the net, we can see about tending to your wounds. But if you continue to thrash about, I may accidentally hurt you...and I do not want that to happen.”

The creature eyed his knife again, and Logan tried to imagine things from its perspective. It had been captured by humans and transported from ship to ship like so much cargo, and now a human was crouching next to it brandishing a knife...all things considered, Logan supposed he would react similarly if he were in such a situation.

“Are you worried that I will hurt you?” he asked.

One blink, and Patton made a quiet, distressed noise behind them. Logan ignored the urge to soothe his boyfriend, knowing that Roman was there to provide comfort if needed. Right now, getting this creature to trust him was the top priority.

“We have had ample opportunity to do so already,” Logan pointed out bluntly.

“Lo…” Roman’s voice was uneasy, hesitant, but Logan pressed onward. He could only hope that this creature was capable of logical reasoning.

“Whether it was on the ship you initially were held captive on, or in transporting you here, my comrades and I have had the opportunity to cause you pain intentionally. Have we taken it?”

Two blinks.

“Would it not make more sense, if hurting you was my intention, to simply move forward in an attack rather than wait for your permission.”

One blink. Logan smiled.

“So logically, we must not want harm to come to you. Quite the opposite. But if you don’t hold yourself still, more harm may occur. Now, may I approach?”

Time stretched out between them, and Logan waited patiently as the creature’s eyes flicked back and forth between Logan, the knife, and Roman and Patton standing behind him. Eventually, he blinked once, and Logan smiled again.

“Alright. Keep very still now…”

The mermaid (or merman, if the top half of his anatomy was comparable to that of a human) squeezed its eyes shut, long webbed fingers curling into fists as Logan began to cut away at the net. He’d scarcely been working a minute before a soft, pleasant sound filled the cargo hold, and the merman’s eyes snapped open.

Roman was humming, a quiet, soothing tune that Logan recognized as one of the lullabies that Roman would sometimes sing to either of his boyfriends if they were having trouble sleeping. The merman’s face changed from one of shock, to curiosity, to something bordering on contentment, and by the time Logan had managed to cut away the last bit of rope, the tension had drained from the merman’s shoulders almost completely.

“There, finished,” Logan said with a small smile, standing up slowly and taking a step back.

The merman took a moment to stretch his limbs out, opening and shutting his jaw (which, Logan noted, had rows of sharp, needle-like teeth) and swishing his tail.

Patton made a cooing sound, and Logan knew that the shorter of his partners was completely enamored by the creature.

“Better?” Logan asked, and the merman looked up at him. For a moment, Logan was expecting another blink, but then the creature opened his mouth.

“Yes. Thank you.”

His voice was low, slightly raspy rumble from the back of his throat, and Logan told himself that the flash of excitement that ran through him was because of the discovery that such a creature could talk and nothing more.

“Are you hurt very badly?”

A quick glance at Patton revealed that Logan was not the only one who had suddenly been struck with a reminder of just how gay he was, but to Patton’s credit, he seemed to recover quickly.

“I…don’t know.” The merman ran his hands over the gash in his tail, wincing, and Logan hummed in sympathy.

“I think it would be best for you to remain here for the time being, at least until you have healed sufficiently.”

“What?” the merman’s head snapped up, his eyes growing wide. “No, you can’t just keep me here, I–”

“It would not be permanent,” Logan assured quickly. “Only until we are sure that you’re well enough to return to the ocean. If you were to return now, in your weakened state, your chances of fully recovering would be slim.”

“Yes, we wouldn’t dream of imprisoning you here like some sort of animal,” Roman chimed in. “Not like those dreadful whalers did.”

“If you really don’t want to stay, kiddo, we won’t force you,” Patton added. “You can make your own choices, after all...we just want to make sure you’re okay.”

The merman looked between the three of them warily, before glancing down at the cuts on his body and nodding slowly.

“Alright then.”

“Oh, yay!” Patton squealed happily, causing the merman to jump slightly. “My name’s Patton, and these are my partners Roman and Logan, do you have a name?”

For a moment, Logan thought the merman wasn’t going to speak, but after a long moment of silence, he opened his mouth again.

“Virgil.”  

Logan gave him a small smile.

“Well Virgil, welcome aboard the Sea Serpent.”  

--- --- ---

Virgil was very confused. When he’d initially been caught by the human whalers, he’d been sure he was going to die. He saw what they were doing to that whale corpse, and when the humans had hauled him onto their ship and thrown him into a cramped metal pot, he was certain that he would be the next to be chopped into pieces. For three days, he’d tried to untangle himself to no avail, and by the time that Patton had found him, he’d all but given up hope on making it out alive.

But instead of hurting, these three, strange humans were helping him. He’d been on this ship for what was close to a month now, and not once had any one of the crew been hostile towards him. The boat, while not the most spacious of homes, gave him enough room to get himself in virtually any position he wanted to, and he found himself now floating on his back and absently sucked on a fish bone, (the last remnant of the food that Patton had brought him that day) reflecting on the three humans he tended to see the most.

Patton had been the first to visit him frequently. Virgil had honestly been so hungry directly after Logan had gotten the net off of him that he would have accepted anything offered to him, but Patton had asked him what he ate, and when he simply said “fish” brought him three different kinds to choose from, even apologizing for not having more choices. Patton was like a sunbeam incarnate, warm and bright and full of the promise of life, and despite how terrified Virgil had been when they’d first locked eyes, he found himself looking forward to all the times Patton would drop by to see him, not just the ones where he was bringing food.

More confusing was Logan, who should be far more intimidating, with his blunt way of speaking and his detached approach to the world. And yet, Virgil found his words calming, an anchoring grip in the middle of a current, and Virgil began to miss Logan’s soothing, steady voice when he wasn’t around. Even the numerous questions about everything from what Virgil ate to how he learned to talk to whether there were other mermaids besides himself and what their societies were like, were somehow endearing instead of unsettling when they came from Logan. Virgil knew Logan didn’t want to hunt his kind down or dissect them, he was just...curious. Brightly, passionately curious, and that curiosity was infectious.

Virgil found himself asking Logan questions about humans, which Logan was all too happy to answer.

And then there was Roman, loud, boisterous, impossible Roman. If Virgil were honest, the first few times he’d dropped by, Virgil had been annoyed. Roman talked too loud, too fast, and Virgil shouldn’t enjoy his company, he really shouldn’t...except Roman sang nearly everywhere he went, and Virgil couldn’t help but be drawn to the sound. His own song was bottled up inside of him, itching to be released into the world, but Virgil didn’t want to know what might happen to the crew of the Sea Serpent if they suddenly heard siren song coming from inside their own ship. But one day, Roman was packing something up at the other end of the cargo hold, singing a soft and familiar tune as he worked, and Virgil couldn’t help himself.

He sang softly so that none of the crew would hear him, closing his eyes and losing himself in the harmony, ducking and weaving around Roman’s voice as it steadily grew louder–

Virgil’s eyes flew open and Roman was only a few feet away, his work forgotten in the corner.

“Roman, snap out of it!” Virgil cried, and Roman blinked at him in confusion.

“Snap out of what, Vee?”

“I...I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Virgil said hurriedly. “I didn’t think you would hear me, I didn’t mean to lure you, I promise–”

“Lure me?”

“My song,” Virgil explained. “You heard me singing.”

“Yes I did,” Roman said with a smile. “It was lovely.”

“Yeah, well, if a human hears my song they get sort of...bewitched? You’ll see your heart’s desire, and have no choice but to follow it. So I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” Roman asked with a laugh. “Newsflash Virgil, I was only coming over because I wanted to hear you sing more. I didn’t see my heart’s desire or anything, I just saw you in your boat, like always.”

Virgil’s heart just about stopped beating right then and there, but he forced his face to remain blank.

“Oh...alright then, I’m uh. I’m glad you’re okay.”

Roman smiled his big, boisterous smile at him, but it suddenly turned shy, and Virgil frowned.

“Do you think you could...do it again?” Roman asked, and Virgil raised an eyebrow.

“Sing with you?”

Roman nodded, and slowly a smile spread across Virgil’s face.

“I’d love to.”

--- --- ---

It had been just over a month, and Virgil’s wounds finally seemed to be completely healed. Logan had looked them over and declared them sufficiently healed, and Virgil swore up and down that the cuts no longer pained him, though there were thin lines of scar tissue up and down his pale purple skin that would forever serve as a reminder to the terrifying ordeal he’d been through. Roman had half a mind to find the crew of The Carlotta again and exact vengeance on behalf of his beloved siren.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Roman’s face turned bright red, and he tried to push it back down into whatever crevice in his heart it had crawled out of, but it was too late. The thought was released into his mind, and now that it was free it was determined to be as loud and noticeable as possible.

Beloved, beloved, beloved.  

It was the day Virgil was going to back to the ocean, and Roman didn’t want him to go.

One look at the expressions on his love’s faces as they all gathered on the deck to say goodbye was all he needed to know that they felt the same as him. They had been together long enough to easily tell what the others were feeling, and they all three were painfully aware of how much they would miss Virgil when he was gone. A tiny selfish part of Roman said that he should stay here on the Sea Serpent forever, but unlike his first unbidden thought of the day, this one passed like a wave across the sea before he even had time to process it. For as much as he might want Virgil to stay, he wanted him to be happy much more. And Virgil could never be happy living confined on a ship like this. He deserved his freedom, and Roman’s heart would count itself privileged to have known Virgil while it could.

“Are you ready?”

Logan’s tone was careful and even, but Roman knew his boyfriend well. His voice was too clipped, too measured. He may not be as obvious as Patton trying to hold back tears, but he was just as upset that Virgil was leaving as Roman himself was.

“I think so,” Virgil said. He spoke with so much more confidence now than he had the day they had met, and Roman let himself feel proud that they’d been able to break through Virgil’s rough exterior in the time they’d had to know him.

“Thank you. For everything,” Virgil added, and Roman nodded.

“We’ll miss you, Virgil,” Patton said tearfully, and Virgil smiled softly at him.

“I’ll miss you too, Pat.”

Patton knelt down to hug him, then stepped back so Logan could grasp his hand.

“Thank you for teaching me so much, Virgil. I must admit, I will miss our talks.”

“Me too, Lo,” Virgil said, and then he looked at Roman.

Roman stooped and pressed a kiss to Virgil’s cheek before he could stop himself.

“So long, Dark and Gloomy.”

Virgil looked stunned, but he managed a smile back.

“So long, Princey.”

Virgil looked at the three of them one last time before he turned and pulled himself up over the railing of the ship and disappeared with a splash into the ocean below.

“Oh gee, I’m gonna miss him so much,” Patton sighed, leaning onto Logan’s chest.

“As am I, Patton,” Logan agreed quietly.

Roman did not speak, but he knew he didn’t need to. He turned instead to go help his brother haul the water out of the cargo hold, hoping that the distraction would keep his mind off his feelings.

But before he made it very far, there was a great *splash* behind him, and he turned just in time to see Virgil land back on the deck with a rather comical flopping sound.

“Virgil!” Patton cried, and Virgil took a deep breath.

“Ifitsallthesametoyouguysidliketostayhere,” he rushed out, and Roman’s heart leaped with hope.

“I...I’m sorry, did you say…?” Logan looked confused, but a teensy bit hopeful as well, and Patton was outright beaming.

“Did you say you wanna stay here, kiddo?” he asked, and Virgil nodded, his cheeks flushing a dark purple.

“It...it doesn’t have to be in the dinghy all the time,” he said. “I can swim in the ocean sometimes, catch my own food, that kinda thing. But um...yeah. I’d like to stay with the Sea Serpent. With...with you guys, if that’s okay with–”

“Nothing would make us happier,” Roman said firmly, and Virgil looked up, a shy smile spreading across his face.

“Really?”

“Really,” Roman said, just as Patton squealed and dropped to the deck to wrap Virgil in another hug.

“Get down here, you two,” he ordered, and Roman smiled as he and Logan knelt beside them and allowed themselves to be pulled into the hug.

It was a little bit crowded, and Roman’s shirt was getting wet from where he was pressed against Virgil’s back, but he didn’t care. Right here, sitting on the deck of his ship with the sun overhead and his three loves in his arms, was exactly where Roman wanted to be.

--- --- --- 

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[derelictlovefool]

One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure

Ship(s): Karl Heisenberg/Colvyr Covali

Summary: After three long months apart, Colvyr is back with Heisenberg in his factory and the Lord has a surprise in store for his favourite pet.

°°°

Colvyr was use to this, thrown over Heisenberg's shoulder like a sack of potatoes as the older man made his way back to his factory. The mutant's face was level with Heisenbergs back and his only show of defiance towards the situation was occasionally flicking Heisenberg in the face with his tail. Which was only met with playful nips and amused huffs.

It hadn't been a surprise when Heisenberg had made a surprise appearance in his chambers, he was ever punctual about his, 'playdates', as Lady Dimitrescu disdainfully called them. Play dates that happened to last three months at a time. They had an agreement, well, Mother Miranda had forced them, to share Colvyr's time. He had initially been brought in as an experimental addition to the family however it became apparent Alcina and Karl were considerably fond of him.

Ever an opportunist Mother Miranda took advantage of their affections, promises of one being able to keep the mutant as their own if they made her proud. Whatever making her proud entailed exactly was yet to be known. So, here the Lord was wandering into his beloved territory with his beloved pet in his hold. He'd spent three long months tending to Mother Miranda's beck and call much to his chagrin and he thought this time with Colvyr was well earnt.

"I've cleaned up our place lover boy, expanded it even since you were bitchin' about it last time. May not have gold trimmings like that tall bitches place but it should be up to your, oh so high standards," Heisenberg teased as he entered the factory, playfully readjusting Colvyr on his shoulder and making the mutant grab the back of his coat in fright. Colvyr flicked the man's face with his tail once more, huffing as his face flushed lightly; be it at the nickname or insinuation he was high maintenance he wouldn't say.

"The only reason I was 'bitchin' 'bout it last time was cuz of the rust everywhere, I couldn't put anythin' down without it gettin' all grimey," Colvyr pouted, not feeling his reasons for complaining were too outrageous to be made fun of. Heisenberg simply laughed, flicking his wrist to summon large pieces of debris and scrap to walk upon. The lack of solid ground made Colvyr cling to his lover, tail coiling around his torso and arms wrapping around his waist, much to Heisenberg's poorly hidden delight.

"Don't you worry there sweet pea, I ain't dropped you yet have I?" He grinned, walking with ease as he made his way higher up the factory toward their 'home'. Home being a glorified word for a room with a bed and small kitchenette, it suited Heisenberg just fine before but with Colvyr now living there it did feel a tad cramped. And despite the fact that Heisenberg had not in fact ever dropped Colvyr, unintentionally anyway, the mutant still shivered at the sight of the ground moving farther and farther away.

"Why couldn't we have used the stupid elevator?" Colvyr whined, burying his face into Heisenberg's lower back. He would always argue he wasn't afraid of heights, just falling from a great one, but no one ever believed him. Heisenberg especially didn't believe him as he felt every shiver and hitched breath from his stubborn pet. The smile on his face might have been considered cruel, but it wasn't truly from Colvyr's discomfort but more so the feeling of him clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping him alive.

They could have taken the elevator, but Heisenberg preferred this way for that reason alone. After three months apart how could he be expected not to want to be touching Colvyr as much as possible? If it meant spooking him for all of three minutes surely that was justified.

"Alright buttercup, we're here," Heisenberg announced as he stepped onto a concrete platform. Ahead of him a bright red door stood, tucked away into thick concrete, surprisingly clean compared to its surroundings. Colvyr doesn't make any attempt to move, just waits patiently as Heisenberg unlocks the door and steps inside. As soon as the door is closed however Colvyr writhes and ungracefully climbs over Heisenberg's shoulder and lands on carpeted ground on all fours.

His feathers are bristled and his claws dig into the new carpet, sniffing the air to inspect the new scents invading his senses. Red eyes race around the room that looked much larger then before, with an entirely new hallway leading somewhere at the far left of the room. Heisenberg watched with a facade of amused apathy, however his tongue dragged along the back of his teeth anxiously as he waited for Colvyr's approval of the new look.

Colvyr, continuing on all fours, explores further into the room, noting the bed had been moved and replaced with a couch and small tv and the kitchenette had been sized up. The dining table remained the same, no need for a big fancy table for two people after all. Another addition was a bookshelf, filled with trinkets as well as books and Colvyr was delighted to see the music box Heisenberg had crafted for him sat atop his favourite book.

The constant sway of Colvyr's tail gave away his approval and a high delighted chittering broke out from his throat, bouncing through the room and towards the hallway.

"Hey now mister, wait for me, I got a surprise in the bedroom," At his mentioning of a bedroom Colvyr made a mix of a purr and squealing sound, a sound so very unique to him. Well, after Mother Miranda had her way with him that is. Heisenberg chuckled and walked ahead of the excited mutant, hearing him prance excitedly behind him as they walked down the short hallway.

Heisenberg held up a playful finger to Colvyr as he turned to the right, pushing open the dark wooden door agonisingly slow and stepping into the pitch black room. Colvyr immediately freezes and whimpers, pupils growing large as he tried to see into the darkness. He could make out Heisenberg's shape and what looked like a bed but the rest was a mystery.

"Karl you know I hate the dark," he whispers, sounding small and fragile as he cowered from the doorway. Gentle shushing came from the shadow of his lover, who could just picture the once swaying tail now tucked between two furry legs.

"Come on now darlin' you know I'd never let you get hurt, come here," His loving cooing is enough to get Colvyr nervously crawling into the room. Staying low to the ground and eyes wide trying to take everything in, even with his enhanced sight the darkness still proved hard to navigate. But luckily Heisenberg is waiting with open arms and Colvyr stands and falls into his chest eagerly, holding onto him tightly as if scared he would disappear  the moment he let go.

Heisenberg chuckled, not in a teasing or amused manner but in a genuinely loving way. His lover could tear apart any of the other mindless drones in the entire village and yet here he was afraid of the dark and a little fall. It was endearing to say the least and probably one of the things that made him love him so dearly.

Colvyr's eyes had squeezed shut upon contact, so when light flooded the room the only thing he saw was the red of his eyelids.

"C'mon now i've been waiting all this time to give you this thing don't make me wait any longer," Heisenberg playfully spoke, gloved hands patting Colvyr's shoulders comfortingly yet roughly. Tentatively Colvyr opened his eyes, first looking up at Heisenberg's expectant smile and then to the rest of the room. A small gasp escapes him at the sight of two large mechanical wings laying atop the new queen sized bed. The scars on Colvyr's back almost sting at the sight and he all but bounces in his spot and nearly snaps his neck with how quickly he looks back up at Heisenberg.

"You, made those? For me?" He asks in disbelief, it wasn't that Heisenberg wasn't thoughtful, in fact every gift he gave was handmade with a little bit of his heart and soul molded into it. But this was the largest gift he'd made so far, the cogs and gears and screws all intricately and meaningfully placed to make them as aesthetically pleasing as they were functional.

"Who else d'you think i'd make 'em for you numbskull," Heisenberg snorts, affectionately ruffling Colvyr's hair and ushering him towards the wings. Clawed fingers carefully pulled away the cloth binding the wings together and revealed a metal chest harness. Tears welled up in the mutants eyes and Heisenberg sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.

"Karl..." God his name sounded angelic coming from him, "I love them, but... Mother Miranda, she–"

"She won't do a goddamned thing," Heisenberg snaps, cutting off Colvyr's worried mutter and stalking forward. Protective hands cup faded purple cheeks and brush away blackened tears, his eyes are hidden behind his glasses but Colvyr can feel the intensity of them.

"That bitch only cut off your wings when you tried to escape yeah? Well you got me now so there won't be any more prison breaks right? So there's no problem and if there is she can take it up with me," He huffs, confident enough in his reasoning that Colvyr felt his flames of doubt flicker away. Colvyr chose not to think too hard on how he left out Alcina, Heisenberg never liked to think about her relationship with him and made it very clear.

He trusted Heisenberg with every fibre of his being and if he said it was okay then who was he to argue. A smile slips onto Colvyr's face, a matching one appearing quickly after on Heisenbergs. Colvyr leans in after a beat, Heisenberg eagerly after and as soon as their lips brush and breath mingle all the tension of months apart boils over. It isn't a gentle kiss by any means, it's passionate and hungry in more ways than one, Colvyr's hands holding onto Heisenberg's wrists desperately as he tries to deepen the kiss as much as physically possible.

Hearts that shouldn't be able too, beat erratically against ribcages, butterflies swarm their stomachs and any thought of anything else vanishes from their minds. The only thing in the moment that matters is them, their lips and teeth clashing and starving skin meets starving skin as the two fall against each other on the bed. It wasn't a simple lust filled embrace as someone on the outside would assume from the groping hands and shuddered breaths, but one of simple and utter adoration and starvation for their very souls.

Three months was starting to feel like an agonizing eternity for Heisenberg, it was even worse knowing his 'sister' was putting her hands on Colvyr the entire time they were apart. The only solace was the face she would pull upon seeing the countless bitemarks and hickies covering Colvyr's skin and the fact he would return to him eventually. Even with that, as he laid with Colvyr curled against his chest and tail wrapped around his thigh he couldn't help but wish he could have him to himself forever.

Maybe soon that could be a reality, if his future plan fell into place. Then he could give Colvyr the life he deserved, away from all this misery and finally safe with him. He would do anything to make that happen, even if he had to wait another century or so. He'd waited this long after all.

[enchantedtomeethyun]

Cruel Summer Part 3-Chan

Warnings: mild smut. Language. ANGST

It was a week later and I hadn't seen Chan all day. He had been busy preparing for an interview with the boys and he wasn't going to be back at the dorms until late because of practice. After that night we had made things official but not completely. He told the boys of course who had a feeling something was going on. But he had not told his manager or the company about it since they are on a dating ban until next year. Seems pretty stupid if you ask me but at least he's mine right?

For the past week I have been living at the dorms with the boys cause my apartment is getting renovated no thanks to my neighbors neglect of their pasta and setting almost all of their kitchen on fire and mine as well. Since there are people there working I can't sleep so Chan offered for me to sleep over at the dorms. Of course me being me thinking I can get in on some one on one time with him since that night we confessed didn't end with an intense session of fucking. Instead he drove us to ihop and we ate pancakes. Yeah pancakes are great but I wanted some dick. Some Chan Dick™️.

We actually haven't touched each other for about a week and half. Yeah he's busy but man my mind can wonder just laying in his bed all day waiting for him to come back. 

The rain began to pour and I fell asleep on the pillowy soft bed. It smelled like him too. Now you're wondering what he smells like. But only I know. It was around 12am when I heard the creaking of the door open and shuffled footsteps approach the bed. His heavy breathing makes me confused. Was he in a hurry to get back? Tossing over to the side where he is I opened my eyes slowly.

"Channie.." I said quietly. He sits down on the bed and cups my face in his hands smiling.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry baby.." he said kissing me on the forehead. He takes off his shirt leaving only his boxers on. Climbing into bed with me he reaches for my torso pulling me close to his. He drapes his arm around my waist and I feel his hot breath on my neck. Everything is calm and cozy but I kind of wanna raise a little hell. I adjust my position stretching my legs then rubbing my butt against his front earning a confusing grunt from the boy behind me.

"Baby are you ok?" He mumbles out half asleep  reaching for my hand and holding it.

"Mmmm yeah I am it's just.." I trail off.

"Hm? What's wrong? Are you cold I can turn off the fan or get you a blanket did you need something?" He continued on worry in his eyes.

"Maybe not something.." I said looking at him hoping he would get my drift.

"Oh uh ok goodnight then heh " he responded sounding nervous. How is this man so dense. What do I have to do take his dick out and suck it?  Maybe if I just flat out say it. I want your dick.

"I want your dick". I said flatly. Chan's eyes opened wide. He began to laugh covering his face.

"Sorry sorry .....sorry". He said between laughs.

"Yah! What's so funny!"  I said sitting up irritated.

"No no! You're just so bold all of a sudden. I was just surprised." He said smiling and catching his breath from laughing.  I climbed over to him sitting on top of him. His arms stretched behind his head relaxed. He had a dazed smile on his face.

"Why are you looking at me like that.." I said slowly. He chuckled and remover his hands from behind his head and placed them in my waist.

"This is just the first time we are doing this together ever since we made it official. I'm just nervous. " He says eyes looking away.

"Nervous about what? We did this before.. I've seen your dick before chan?" I said crossing my arms.

"Yeah but this is the first time in this setting. In my home. What if it's different or like ?" He goes on and I cut him off mid sentence with a kiss to the lips.

"I missed those rude interruptions.." he said as he began to feel around my waist pulling me in for a longer kiss. His lips are soft and welcoming. He feels like coming home. In the heat of the moment he takes the time to take off my sweatshirt and shorts leaving me in nothing on top of him. His boxers begin to feel a bit uncomfortable for him as his dick begins to make its self known underneath my lap. Taking my hand I begin the stroke him. He stops me for a second to take off his boxers leaving nothing on him. He then takes me by my waist lining me up with his throbbing dick dripping with pre cum. When I go down on him it takes me a second to get comfortable but once i do I begin to ride him slowly. Chans moans are low in tone but loud in volume. I kept going till I heard laughing coming from the other room making me stop and my eyes shoot to Chans panicked.

"It's just hyunjin and his girlfriend. They watch 90 day fiance every Friday night." Chan explains pleading with his eyes for me to keep going. I nod my head and continue on until I feel it building up. I know he feels it too because there is no way Hyunjin and his girlfriend can't hear him. While riding out my high all I can think of is how their laughing and talking ceased. Snapping me out of that was Chan thrusting into my rapidly trying to cum. When he does I feel it shoot up into and the warmth begins to ooze out as I climb off of him. He kisses my cheek rolling over to hold me. With that i fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up and Chan was gone. I was a bit sad since I had always Imagined what it would finally be like wake up by his side in this context. My only one. Instead I feel that feeling that I was all too familiar with. Waving up the next morning in the hotel room to an empty bed and money on the table to tip the maid. I'm sure he needed to go to practice so i decided to get up forgetting about what he did inside me the night before. Touching my upper inner thigh it felt sticky to the touch. Walking over to the corner to grab my clothes I put them on and walk into the hallway to find the bathroom. Walking past Hyunjin's room I hear similar sounds Chan and I were making the night before. The only difference is their "I fucking love you" and "fuck you too ahh". Chan never really talked to me or expressed his feelings during sex. Walking into the bathroom my head was hung over. Removing my clothes and locking the door I took my phone out of my pocket and texted Chan.

Me: hey where did you go? Practice? Cuz hyunjin is here still

Sent

Placing it on the counter I step into the shower and begin to wash away the night before. After I was finished in the shower I wrap myself in a towel and sit on the stool by the counter checking my phone for any response from Chan. Before I could look there's a knocking at the door.

"Hey uhh when are you done cause we need to shower .." Hyunjim says.

"Oh my God don't say it like that. First you sound rude and second you make us sound gross." The girl said laughing.

"Yeah I'm done hold on." I said laughing. I slipped my clothes back on and opened the door. There stood hyunjin and his girlfriend holding towels behind their backs. Weird. The girl was shorter than him by like 8 inches at least but that didn't stop him from hugging her from behind as they waited. Scrolling through tiktoks and laughing in their own world I made my first foot step loud to get their attention. This worked cause the moment the door way was free I heard them yelling about racing to see who could get naked the fastest and the door slamming shut. What an odd couple. I look at my phone looking for Chans reply and there it is.

Chan: we were crazy to think that this would work

Huh.

Me: Chan what do you mean where are you?

Chan: I'm at the spot. Meet me there.

Racing to get there grab my shoes and leave the dorm and take the short walk it was to our spot. The vending machine alley. Once I arrived i ran over to him giving him a hug. He was sitting on the ground with his head in his hands as he colors me blue.

"You make me blue." I said pouting and taking a seat next to him on the pavement. He reaches for my hand and holds it.

"We're we stupid to jump into this?" Chan begins.

"What are you talking about we've been seeing each other for months?" I said questioning him.

"I can't seem to separate what we had previously and what we have now. Last night felt the same and I don't know why but I'm confused..." He said looking at me.

"Con confused? It felt the same cause we've liked each other that's why! That's a good thing..." I said laughing.

"No it's not I should feel protective over you and want to be the only guy for you but it occurred to me that if I saw you with someone else I wouldn't be hurt.." Chan said seriously.

"I can't talk to you when you're like this! Fuck Chan you always over think everything!" I said taking my hand back.

"No listen to me.." he said. 

"I thought we could get away with this. But I look at Hyun and his girlfriend and i think that's not how I see us.." he said choking up.

The nerve of him to cry cause that's all I wanted to do. He's all I wanted but not like this.

"You're all I wanted Chan.." I said as I cried. He squeezed my hand.

"I know..." He said looking down disappointed in himself.

"I care about you. I do but I don't think I can do this. I feel like there's a standard for dating and what if Im not doing it right?" He said still crying. 

" We don't need to do it right. We can do it our way. Don't be scared of me. Don't be scared of us. You know everyone always warns you about times like this. The road feels long and you feel lost. But we can be lost together. We might get away with this.." I said to him reaching for his face shaking. I kissed his cheek with my quivering lips as a tear rolled down his face.

"Religion is in your lips." He said wiping his tears then mine.

"It's a false God but I'll still worship this love." Chan said leaning in to kiss me. 

We aren't perfect people but we might be the perfect people for each other. We just need to try and hold on through the tough times cause through the dark there is always daylight.

[vodkaexplorer]

64 for either chickles or magtok? :O i will lose my flipping mind (or litererally 64 for any ship if yuo wanna do a different one cuz it's just so romantic im gonna scream)

64.  Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward

why not...both?

Chickles:

“It was a bad day." Charles said with as much sympathy he could muster for the triviality that had been brought before him. “We all have bad days."

The way he said his platitude with such a matter-of-fact cadence grated on Pickles, upper lip curling in an angry sneer. “Oh, ‘we all have bad days’.” He mocked. “What do you - what would you know? You get to fuckin’....fuckin’...drink whiskey all day in here!”

"Well, it’s brandy, usually." Charles corrected, and Pickles shouted out in frustration.

Charles was not an easy person to read. He kept his book close and closed, but when you spend so many hundreds of hours with anybody, you come to know their tells. In this case, Charles carried no tension in his shoulders or irritation between his brows. He leaned back in his seat, watching Pickles with those intelligent, dark eyes. While Pickles was deeply involved in the throes of his own self pity, he knew Charles well enough that he knew his manager was finding this all funny.

Irish blood boiling hot, Pickles stormed over to the desk and slammed his hands down. “You think this is cute?”

Charles’ brows lifted and he gave an amicable hum. “Mm,” he rolled his chair back so that he could stand. “You have a problem with me, now?” His voice ever even.

“Yeah I got a problem!!” Pickles barked, face reddened with anger.

“If you just want to keep yelling, by all means. Whatever helps the process.” Charles suggested as he came around the desk, keeping one of his hands on the top of it as he walked around it to Pickles, slowly. Like approaching a wild horse. “Might I suggest an alternative?”

Pickles narrowed his eyes, and Charles extended an open palm, coming to a stop just out of Pickles’ reach. The drummer would have to step closer to close their distance. An offer of trust. 

Like a fussy cat that couldn’t bear not to get the hidden treat cupped in its’ master’s palm, Pickles too couldn’t resist reaching out and try and grab onto the inviting hand. Charles slipped his hand up before Pickles’ could, and caught Pickles instead by the wrist, sharply tugging him forwards, into Charles. 

Pickles opened his mouth, about to say something as he was incensed by the trick - but before he had the chance to feel slighted, Charles covered Pickles  parted mouth with his own. His arms came up and around Pickles’ back, holding him tenderly as Charles’ craned Pickles’ head back to deepen their act. Their eyes closed.

Pickles busied an angry hand in the back of Charles short, carefully kept hair, the other taking a tight hold to the back of his suit jacket. 

And they kissed. They didn’t move much, only peppering one another with inconsistently paced kisses. Some long, languid and sensual. Others short, fervent, and needy. For every complaint Pickles’ had coming into the office that day, Charles banished it away with his affections. 

Traded instead of words, their wordless conversation moved at the beat of their sweet kisses.

Charles was sure to make their last kiss last. The sympathy he lacked in sentences was made up in the empathy extended in the imprint of their lips on another.

When they finally broke, they continued to hold each other, seeking each other’s closest comforts. They put forehead to forehead. Locked together. Frustrations be damned. Pickles couldn’t imagine what it might look like to open his eyes again, now that he was lulled into a dreamy fishbowl by Charles. He breathed him in instead, breathed the office in. Felt what it was to relax his weight into Charles’ torso.

“I hope you’re feeling better,” Charles whispered. “But I’m sure I can always find some space to extend today’s meeting?” 

Magtok:

The tips of Magnus’ fingers pressed more weary folds into his eyelids as he attempted to ward exhaustion back. It slithered into the corners of his fuzzy consciousness, tempting him to turn to bed. 

"Sleepins?" A gently curious voice asked from behind him.

Looking back over his shoulder with a frown, he saw Toki standing a few feet from the doorway. "Not yet. I've got a few things to wrap up here. You go on ahead, buddy."

"Stayins up all night ain'ts good for your health."

Magnus snorted and turned back to his work. "That's funny, because I think I remember that you stayed up all night playing that game. What was it again? Something with spaceships.”

He didn't have to see the sulking look to know it was being made. Still, Magnus couldn't help but smirk dryly to himself at the thought of Toki’s petulant pouting. 

"Wells, it’s different when it’s for somethins fun."

Magnus heard Toki approaching, and allowed the settling of Toki's hand against his upper back, rubbing subtle circles into the tension points near his spine. It felt good, and Magnus couldn’t help but sigh as his shoulders relaxed.

Toki began to dip in, to try and kiss Magnus on the cheek, but Magnus leaned back, jaw craning away as he put a firm hand over Toki’s bicep. He half heartedly attempted to push him away. “No, no Toki. I’m tired. I’m busy. I’m not up for distractions. The sooner I finish the sooner I sleep - didn't you just say staying up is bad for my health?” 

“Unless you're doing somethins fun!"  Toki used Magnus’ exposed neck to his advantage, one of his hands gently pushing the mane of curled hair back so he could lightly press a kiss to the junction that connected Magnus’ jaw and ear.

Magnus sighed again. This boy, always smelling of cinnamon hearts and summer grass. His Achilles heel.

Toki came around one side of the chair, and used his opposite hand to cup Magnus' jaw tenderly.

Magnus' eyes closed to a curtain of darkness. When Toki's lips met his own, he was sure he heard the chime of a crystal bell, its ring like the drop of water into a clear pool. Toki's intentions rippled from him and into Magnus, transforming him from the disgruntled, bent gargoyle over his desk and into something malleable. Mortal. Warming Magnus to life.

They kissed in silence, and Magnus found that his own arms were up and around Toki, a hand at the nape of the young man's neck, his other cradling onoe of Toki's firm triceps.

The two grown men were too large for the chair, but Toki stubbornly slipped his legs through each arm as he climbed onto Magnus’, his solid weight settling over Magnus' lap. They touched and kissed and enjoyed each other, Magnus convinced out of his focused tasks and into Toki’s attentive lips.

When they stopped, Toki rested against him. His arms held Magnus loosely, and Magnus’ eyes remained closed as he steeped in Toki's presence. They breathed together, and Magnus settled his cheek comfortable against Toki's head as he stroked the young man's back. In his mind’s eye, he saw open skies and rolling hills - he things that he saw in Toki.

The liminal limbo of his conscious, no longer awake, yet not quite asleep, Magnus fell into peace.

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ @sasuhinabigflash2020​​ || Day Six: A Grey Coat ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ] [ AO3 Link ]

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This has quickly become one of his favorite places to be.

While the wall around Konoha represents a lot of things he’d rather not think about, it provides a rather unparalleled view of the village as a whole. The Hokage monument may show more at once, but at that height people are little more than specks, and there’s something about watching them at a better distance that Sasuke’s come to enjoy.

Feelings are still mixed about the place he was born. Sasuke knows, now that his anger has cooled and his rationality given time to smother the coals, that there’s still much about Konoha that is innocent of the crimes committed against him and others. Civilians have no part in the politics. Your average shinobi is just trying to get by and protect their home. It’s the roots of the village - literally and figuratively - that contribute most to its rotten core. Those in power that abuse it, and do ugly things to keep their hold on said power.

...but he has a plan for that. It will just take time, and organization. For now, he’s working first on himself before he can confront all that made him the way he is.

It’s been weeks since the war’s end. Much is still in flux. Even reparations from Pein’s attack are still being worked on, supplies still scarce at times as the complete rebuilding of Konoha continues. Ironically, the wall - so useless in keeping out the most potent threat - was one of few things left intact.

It’s here Sasuke sits, and thinks, and watches. While it’s patrolled by Konoha nin and they gave him suspicious looks at first, most have grown accustomed to his harmless perch, and even give him space as he lingers. If anything, they know he’s more than capable of defending it if anything were to happen. Personal opinions aside, he’s still unquestionably strong.

Today, the weather is a bit overcast, threatening rain as thunder rumbles miles in the distance. Even now, the sound brings a strange, tight melancholy to his chest. Flickering pieces of his final battle against his brother are always brought to mind whenever he hears a storm. But as time passes, it fades ever so slightly. He’ll always mourn Itachi, and he still serves as one of the younger brother’s fiercest drives to changing Konoha into something worthy of Itachi’s sacrifice. But Sasuke makes no attempt to find cover as the sky darkens and the winds subtly pick up.

Someone else, however, takes that upon themselves.

With a muffled thwump, something drops across his shoulders, and Sasuke blinks in surprise, caught off-guard enough he doesn’t react violently, instead left a bit stupefied as the figure behind him comes around to a side.

Once he sees them, he manages to relax a hair.

“You’re going to get drenched here in a m-minute,” Hinata offers, lowering herself to sit along the edge with him. Sandaled feet dangle over the several-storey fall to the ground beneath them.

“A little rain never hurt anyone.”

“You still might catch a cold.”

That flattens his expression a few degrees. “I’m not scared of a cold.”

Pale pink lips curl in a smile. “No, but you should fear someone’s reaction if she finds out, right…?”

At that, Sasuke scoffs, a hand pulling at the fabric he’s been cloaked in. A grey coat, seemingly waterproof if the texture tells him anything. Considering it a moment, he then pulls it on completely. “Thanks.”

She doesn’t reply beyond a nod. Her hands grip the edge of the wall, staring out over the village. “...I’ve never actually been up here.”

“Really?”

“No reason to be,” Hinata replies blithely. “But I saw you and thought I’d come up.”

“And bring me a coat?”

That earns a glance, tinged a bit worried. “Well...Naruto-kun let it slip you’re still a bit, um...lacking in supplies.”

“I’m not a charity case,” is his terse counter.

“I know that. It’s called being nice,” is her own rebuke, managing a hint of a smile. “Besides...it’s g-going to be getting cold, soon. They’ll be hard to find.”

He just gives a small sound of indifference, pulling at a cuff. It’s actually pretty nice. “...thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

The pair then fall into companionable silence, which is soon accented with the soft patter of rain upon the stone of the wall. Against his hood, they seem to whisper in his ear.

Hinata draws her own, leaning back slightly on her palms. “At least it’s not cold enough to snow yet…”

“Not a fan?”

“Mm...yes and no.” She goes quiet for a long moment. “...I guess it’s just an odd sign that time is still passing. It’s felt both slow and yet...really fast since the war. I’m not ready for Winter, but...that’s not going to stop it from coming.”

He glances at her, but offers no reply. In a way, he knows what she means. So many things are broken, disjointed, unsettled. The fact that the world itself is offering them no reprieve seems unfair, but that’s an entirely human notion.

“...is it true you might leave?”

The sudden change in conversation pulls his gaze completely. “Who told you that?”

“It’s just the word going around,” Hinata replies softly. “I think...some people are worried about it.”

By ‘some people’, he knows she mostly means his teammates. It’s true, he tossed around the idea of taking time to travel, observe the world, sort out his thoughts. Even now, it feels tempting. “...I don’t think I will.”

“Oh?”

“There’s too much to do here,” he replies, knowing it’s vague. “I don’t want to lose any time.”

It’s then she looks back at him, and Sasuke can’t help but feel ever so slightly unnerved. Even now, Hyūga eyes make him feel looked through rather than looked at. Especially Hinata.

“...I see. Is it...anything to do with the council?”

A slight tick of irritation twinges in his chest. Seems the idea isn’t being made as confidential as he’d have liked. “What makes you think that?”

“Well...given everything that’s come to light -?”

“I don’t know yet. That’s...not exactly a simple situation,” he cuts in, not exactly eager to talk about it...let alone out in the open. “I’ve still got a lot to think about.”

Sensing his spark of temper, Hinata quiets, looking to her lap. “...sorry, I...shouldn’t have assumed.”

“Hn.”

“...but...I-I hope you know that...if you need any help, I’d be happy to give it.”

He gives her a dubious glance. “...why?”

“...a lot of reasons,” she offers, taking her turn to be vague. “Is it n-not enough to want justice to be done?”

“...I’m not exactly someone everyone else is eager to rally around,” he counters. “Just seems odd for anyone to want to do so of their own volition.”

“What Konoha did was a g-gross overstep.” To his surprise, her expression hardens. “Regardless of the politics...killing every single member of a clan - or...nearly - is a horrible way to handle dissatisfaction, and an imbalance of power a-and rights. It just...makes me wonder if something like that could have happened to any of the rest of us. I...I know I don’t have a grasp on the entire history, but...from what I’ve heard, it still seems like the village made the wrong decisions, and for the wrong reasons. I just...want to make sure nothing like it happens again. And that...the ones who did orchestrate it are made to face justice for what they did to you, and...your family.” She turns to him, face still set in stone. “You deserve at least that much.”

For a moment, her vehemence takes him by surprise. “...how much do you know…?”

At that, she hesitates. “...just...bits and pieces, really. I’ve heard some from Naruto-kun, and...others.”

Ah, right...apparently they have their share of overlapped acquaintances. He knows who’s really behind this, now. “...getting involved might get you in serious trouble.”

“Sometimes you need a little trouble to make things right.”

After a short pause, he snorts softly. “...can’t argue that,” he agrees, lips curling just a hair.

By now, the rain is pouring, and despite his coat, the rest of him is quickly growing soaked. And a glance shows her much in the same boat.

“...we should probably get inside. Can’t be catching those colds.”

Hinata lets slip a small laugh. “True...and I should head home.”

To his surprise, Sasuke finds himself disappointed at that. “Yeah, me too. Thanks for the coat.”

“You’re welcome. At least we know it works, ne?” She smiles at him. “Well...for part of you, anyway.”

The pair of them then slip from the wall, each landing safely on the ground below and parting ways. Hinata takes the streets as Sasuke decides to hop to the rooftops, mindful of his chakra to cling to the slick tiles. Once home, he shrugs out of his coat, pleased to find his head and torso completely dry.

Mulling that over, he hangs it outside to finish dripping before deciding to scavenge for some lunch.

     Gonna be brief cuz it’s late, and I have another piece to post right after this :’D As for why I’m late, been having major toothache problems that knocked me on my butt and delayed me, but I managed to grind out two days’ prompts today! Tho as a warning, neither are proofread because I’m in a hurry xD      Anywho, this piece! Mostly just a bit of scene-setting and dialogue between Sasuke and Hinata early on after the war in ALAS. Which, as a matter of fact, is being majorly replotted...not that I’ll ever write it, BUT...yeah. Hence the mention of Itachi still being dead, because in any possible rewrite, he would be.      But yeah! This is mostly just a bit of angst, a bit of fluff, a bit of slice of life. I really love just...writing little moments between them, honestly.      On that note though, I need to work on getting the next part up, so I’ll go for now! Thanks for reading~ (Also, going to get to comments tomorrow, I hope. I'm just too tired atm, apologies for the delays :'D)

[easterntimecryptid]

OK OK i think its rad ur doing writing prompts cuz i love ur writing!!! and for the prompts either 2,12, 24, 55, or 91!! i liked a lot of them so like pick the one(s) u like best!!!!

thnk u!! that means a lot to me! i haven't written patbri in so long im jus trying to get back into the Groove 

i just did 2 (and i think inadvertently that one had 24 and 91 in it too??? or v similar things) so! 

- - - 

12). "take my jacket, it's cold outside." 

"where'd you say you were from?" brian asks, blinking the snow off his lashes as it falls, relentless. 

pat never knew how to answer that one. "um, been a lot of places. texas?" he tries, and brian laughs, flashing teeth. 

"is that why you're underdressed for the weather? it doesn't snow there, right?" brian continues, his tone turning a bit more teasing. his hair bounces as he walks, curls catching snowflakes only to be shaken off every once in awhile. 

pat grimaces. he's been in new york far long enough to know snow in mid november isn't entirely unheard of, but he was in a rush that morning and a jacket didn't seem super necessary, much less a whole coat. turns out he was the dumbass, 'cause even the new kid was prepared for the weather. 

brian unzips his coat before he gets an answer, holding it out to pat. "here, take my coat. it's cold, your flannel isn't gonna cut it." he says, still grinning. "i have a jacket on underneath, anyway. and a sweater under that." 

pat felt a bit warmer before even taking the coat, murmuring a quick thanks as he slipped it on. it was too short on his arms and torso, and too tight on his shoulders to be able to zip comfortably, but it was better than nothing, and pat feels particularly grateful for his new co-worker.

- - - 

55). "i don't mind." 

one thing about being quarantined in a tiny apartment together is that pat rarely found quiet time. between brian's near incessant talking and his almost as frequent singing, pat sometimes had to gently remind his boyfriend that he was doing work, or trying to film, or any of the other number of things pat still unfortunately had to do to live.

brian always promises he'll be real quiet, but it usually starts back up in twenty or so minutes. it's endearing in a way - pat loved brian's voice, and he hated having to tell brian to be a biiit more quiet, but working was so difficult when brian was belting whatever 80s tune was in his head at the moment. 

but during streams, pat doesn't care. he's in their bedroom, but brian's never been silent a day in his life anyway, so it's no surprise that brian's singing made up songs to the cats, or talking aloud to himself in the living room. sometimes he busts into the bedroom when he doesn't know pat's streaming, immediately apologizing for being too loud when he realizes, and pat really loves those moments when he can say "i don't mind.", seeing brian's smile. 

[arthur-morgan-slap-my-ass]

I Want More

Anonymous said: Let’s say breeding kink with Arthur? Thank you!!!

Anonymous said: I absolutely loved First Light???? Can we pretty pretty please have another morning sex one??

AN: People will soon find out about my soft noncon kink and somnophilia and I’m like,,,, wig. Also, I am not dead!!! Just been busy with my graduation stuff and getting ready for a student exchange, moving yet again, some internship paperwork I gotta turn in, the disastrous turns of my love life, you know? The usual. But I plan to keep the blog going even if the RDR fandom dies. IMMA SINK WITH THIS BOAT. Also, I really love breeding, this is like,,, major kink. Sorry for any mistakes, I didn’t bother to proof read this and wasn’t beta’d because of issues!!!

Word Count: 2800 of nonsense

Summary: Sort of AUish where everything ends well, Arthur is a nasty bitch, Reader is a nasty bitch², soft touching, talk about impregnation/breeding, a really sweet creampie and idk what else mate, just have nasty stuff

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The chirping of birds in the early morning pulled your conscience back from sleep, the warmth of the bed whispering to that it was still much too early to start the day up just yet. One of the horses neighed, far away, the sound muffled by the even rhythm of Arthur’s breathing behind you. You sighed, scooching closer to his body to soak up some more of his body-heat.

Arthur hummed, the drawn out sound coming from the back of his throat like a purr. His arm moved over your waist, his own body shuffling around to accommodate to yours. It made you smile, almost by reflex. He was so loving, almost like wasn’t even aware of it — it was simply part of him, of who Arthur was.

His breathing deepened and you felt the gentle press of his face into your half-covered shoulder. You breathed out slowly, enjoying the idle touching Arthur offered when he thought you were asleep before he would, himself, go back to sleep.

But his hand inched downwards, so careful and gentle you thought it to be a caress, palm stretching over the skin of your thigh and backside. Arthur pressed a kiss to your shoulder then, squeezing the softness of your flesh in a loving manner, the nails idly scratching up your skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You gasped softly, not loud enough to give out that you were awake, and Arthur’s hand returned to their resting place on your stomach. Arthur shifted closer then, humming again as he pulled your smaller body to his in a hug, thumb rubbing slow circles on your clothed belly. Your own hand moved to grasp his, which made Arthur hum in acknowledgement, the tips of his fingers digging slightly into your soft stomach.

The horses neighed louder this time, trampling the pen in greeting to the sun; its golden light barely filtering past the cotton blinds of your cabin. As if on cue, the chickens started clucking; all signs that the world was starting to come alive and readying itself for another day.

At this point, you were aware that Arthur wasn’t really asleep anymore, as his calloused palm slipped underneath the nightshirt you wore to bed — well, his nightshirt — to caress the silky expansion of your back. His hand travelled lightly, fingers pressing gently into each dip and raise of your spine in a slow makeshift massage, following a path that only he could see.

His hand moved all the way up to the back of your neck, wrapping around it lightly, in an affectionate manner, before Arthur pressed yet another kiss to your shoulder, with the bare hint of tongue to it. You sighed, turning your head to press against the solid expansion of his chest, and he took the opportunity to plant kisses at the base of your neck, pulling soft little moans from the back of your throat. The hand that had been wrapped around your neck moved yet again, now pulling the nightshirt up so he could brush his fingers against your stomach.

“Want you,” Arthur muttered lowly, moving up in a tender motion until his palm rested right in between your breasts, the warmth of it contrasting against your own. It pressed to the left side of your torso, gently. You could feel your own heart beating steadily under it, the rhythm even by the quietness of the moment.

Arthur hummed again, dipping his face to press it against the junction between your shoulder and neck, peppering small wet kisses over the sensitive skin. His hand moved lower, now cupping your breast lovingly before giving it a light squeeze. You shivered.

“I know your’ up,” he whispered, “lemme hear you.” His fingers teased then, probing and tweaking your nipple between them with idle interest, and you moaned softly, weakly; just a short breath coming past your lips. Arthur groaned lowly in approval, a gentle purr at the back of his throat.

He shifted yet again, pressing closer to you for more kisses as his hand slid impossibly further to hold your neck; not squeezing, the touch as light as you’d hold a newborn quail. Now you moaned a little louder, verbalizing your appreciation to his touching. Arthur’s lips pressed to the sensitive shell of your ear, and you could feel his breathing before he gently nibbled on it.

“I want you,” Arthur repeated, voice still raspy from misuse and sleep. His hand moved lower again, caressing your breasts, “I can’t stop thinking ‘bout…” He shifted again, now pressing his hips to your thigh, and you could feel his half hard erection against your backside. You rolled your hips back, exposing more of your neck to him; and Arthur sighed appreciatively, hand moving again to your stomach, just above the navel.

“Yeah?,” you prompted him on, lacing your fingers with his, your voice still breathy and light. Arthur tightened the grip, nose following the curve of your up to your ear.

“Never thought I’d have this,” he confessed quietly, voice more of distant consideration rather than one filled with dread, “never thought I deserved it…”

You hummed in acknowledgement, moving your leg up and tangling it with his behind you. “But you do, Arthur.”

“I know,” he said quickly, pressing his lips to the heating skin of the back of your neck, “and I want more, with you.”

With your eyes still closed, you frowned. Was he saying what you thought he was?

Sure, the idea of having children of your own had surfaced before, but Arthur had seemed far too reluctant for you to suggest such a thing. The memory of Eliza and Isaac still a menacing reminder of how things could turn around in an instant — so you’d never pressured on it.

Arthur sighed, hiding his face into your neck, pressing harder against your body. “I want it with you,” he whispered against your skin and the hand that had been laced with his came up, fingers brushing against his exposed cheekbone in a feather light caress.

The palm that had remained on top of your body pressed down on your navel, Arthur’s hips rocked slowly against your backside; a needy groan escaping his lips. You could feel the wetness growing between your thighs, the hot feeling creeping up your neck from both embarrassment and want.

He wanted a family with you.

Children.

You exhaled, grasping at the back of his neck and digging your nails into the sensitive skin there. “Yes,” you groaned weakly, arching your back in a needy display, “yes.”

Arthur coached you to roll over, face pressing to the soft woolen coverlet of the bed as his hand pulled at your waist and placed pillow below. His hands then pushed your thighs apart, bending your leg to the side as to expose you further in the golden light of the morning. The sheets tangled under your body and you shivered in response to the cool air of your shared bedroom.

His fingers traced your entrance and he let out a pleased groan at the growing wetness between your legs. You arched your back, pushing your backside further up to his examination, and Arthur took the hint. Two digits easily slipped inside, your cunt easily taking the thickness of them, your bodies far too familiar with each other; but you wanted more.

“Arthur…,” you moaned wantonly, bowing your head on your forearms in frustration, “more, more…”

He chuckled, moving his body half on top of yours, part of it still resting upon the bed. The fingers inside of you moved further, pressing down on the spot he knew made you whimper as he added a third one, now effectively stretching you. His cock pressed against the junction between your thigh and buttock, making you keen lowly. You were still at loss, surprised by the suddenness of the whole thing but, by Christ, did you want it.

You had wanted to start a family with Arthur for as long as you could remember, around the time you had established something — whatever you were back then — right around the time you arrived Horseshoe Overlook. But you hadn’t dared to speak out about it, knowing how much of a sensitive subject it was — and now, five years later, with a ranch of your own, Arthur wanted to take the final step.

“Did some thinking ‘bout it,” Arthur mumbled against your hair, pumping his fingers slowly into your pussy, “you, all tender and big… belly juttin’ out below the nightdress,” at this, his free hand moved to said place, fingertips pressing at the soft flesh there. “So lovely, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t help but imagine the picture Arthur had summoned in front of you and you felt a flutter at the base of your stomach. Moaning, you arched your back again, reaching back to touch his straining cock. “You want to do that to me?,” you asked feverishly, squeezing the firmness of him in your hand.

“Yes,” Arthur groaned, hips bucking in reflex. He pulled out his fingers from inside you, taking now a hold of his cock; using your wetness and the pre-cum gathering at the head of his own sex to lube himself up. “A babe, mine and yours,” he rubbed the tip of his cock on your entrance, holding back a strained moan “have a family of our own,” Arthur kept going, barely pushing inside, “knowing you’re all swollen up ‘cuz of me.”

“A baby,” you choked out, suddenly craving it more than you could remember ever having, “a baby, Arthur—“

He groans back at you, sinking into your pussy slowly. Arthur is hot, hot and thick — like always is —, stretching out that little bit that never quite gets used to the girth of him, like every inch of him is a mile of pleasure and a piece of heaven on hearth; handcrafted for you only.

Arthur’s hand come to rest on your waist for leverage, eventually making its way down to where you’re joined together. “Gonna look so pretty, darlin’,” he gasped, gently brushing your clit, “just for me, ain’t that so?”

You whimper, trying to follow his hips in the slow rocking motion he had set. It was a lazy rhythm, nice and slow; but the fiery want within you blazed high. “I want it,” you blurt out, digging your fingernails into the flesh of Arthur’s forearm between your legs, “yes.”

He all but cooed at you, nibbling wetly at the skin of your exposed neck as his free arm wrapped around your body, effectively hugging and enveloping you under him. You whined lowly, feeling the possessiveness of the act — a side that Arthur rarely showed over you, even in bed. “Gonna look so good with my child growin’ inside ya,” he completed the words by rubbing your stomach tenderly, thrusting harshly into you.

“Oh, please,” you cried out, twisting under him as Arthur started to gently rub your clit, the way he knew you liked, “Arthur, I’m—“

“Don’t you worry, darlin’,” he drawled, voice tainted with desire as you started to clench around him. Arthur gasped, sucking a hickey to your shoulder before muttering hotly against it, “I’ll keep fucking ya until it takes.”

Closing your eyes, you whined loudly, the sound piercing in the quietness of the wooden cabin. Arthur groaned, pushing up off of you and pulling away. You immediately complained, turning your confused face to him and making no effort as to hide your annoyance; you were so close now. But he simply smiled, turning you fully on your stomach and pulling at your waist until it nestled snugly on his lap, the legs splayed making way for his slender hips.

You arched your back, turning to press your face more fully into the mattress, taking not of how the pillow below your waist pushing your hips even higher for him with a needy whimper. Arthur kneeled behind you, squeezing the supple flesh of your backside with a low groan. “So pretty,” he commented, more to himself, lining up with your entrance once more. His hips snapped forwards, sliding into you in one smooth motion, “ain’t that so?"

The angle changed, Arthur hitting deeper spots inside of you that you thought to be impossible. The pressure was maddening, with the slight discomfort accompanying the pleasure, but you didn’t care — if anything, you wanted him to go even deeper.

“Fuck!,” you whined, clawing at the sheets as your breath came out in short little gasps, “Arthur—“

He groaned in response, hands on your hips sliding to take a hold of your shoulder and to press on your belly, hiking you up even higher. “I got ya, sweetheart,” Arthur’s gentle and coaxing hands almost made you whimper out of need for him, the tone of his voice a soft murmur of what it usually was.

When he started thrusting again, it made you feel like you were about to combust. You let out a sigh of relief, leaning to rest your face against the soft mattress of the bedding as Arthur’s hand on your shoulder slid down to caress between your shoulder blades. It made you want to turn around and beg him to do it harder, your body already craving the relief it had almost reached earlier, your hips backing up on him without much further thought.

“I love you,” Arthur huffed out, almost as breathless as you, “love ya so damn much, I—“

“Yes, yes,” you whined in answer, one of your hands reaching to grasp at his thigh, tense under your touch, “oh, love—“

“I got ya, I got ya,” he repeated, leaning over your feverish body once more, shifting so the hand holding you by the middle slid down to your clit — but quite honestly, it wouldn’t be necessary — and the other to support his weight onto the mattress, “let go for me, darlin’…”

With a barely choked back moan, you tensed up, digging your nails into his thigh with gusto. That made Arthur groan, both in plain and pleasure, biting a kiss into your shoulder as you bucked under him. You were teetering on the edge of pleasure and overstimulation, the sensations almost impossible to bear at this point, and you remember begging for something you couldn’t quite remember, but—

“My pretty lil’ wife,” Arthur rasped, biting at the skin of your ear and making you moan, “gonna look so damn lovely carrying my child.” A gasp, “so sweet and tender, jus’ for me.”

“Please,” you cried with finality, trembling desperately, “sweetheart, please, please—“

Arthur sighed heavily, frowning, and you could hear the barely held back little noises he made at the back of his throat. His thighs trembled slightly over yours, his hips pressed so tightly against yours that you could feel every roll of muscle, every little twitch of his cock deep inside of you. Arthur groaned, finally, lounging forward and hugging you to his body as he came; shuddering and gasping for air.

His hips still rocked, lazily rolling into your aching cunt and you whined needily, wiggling your backside below the heavenly feeling of his twitching body over you. “I got you, darlin’,” Arthur drawled, snaking a hand down and pressing on your clit gently, “’d never forget ‘bout you.”

You whimpered quietly, taking the small piece of pleasure with growing greed. Arthur cooed in your ear, praising you as he always did when you were vocal. His finger circled the small bud lightly, putting down more pressure on it the more you shook beneath him. Arthur huffed out, snapping his hips forward and fucking you in earnest, threatening to spill out the freshly deposited cum in your pussy. You could tell he was sensitive, but if there was anything you knew about the man, that thing was that Arthur was an overachiever.

“Shit!,” you wailed as your fingers bunched on the sheets, arching your back even farther as your limbs trembled with blinding pleasure under Arthur’s care. “Godfuckingdammit— !”

Arthur pressed down on you as your body shivered, the sweetness of your orgasm spreading from between your legs. It felt sweet, a soft sense of familiarity to it — but no less breathtakingly intense —, in the only way Arthur could make you cum, and that turned your mind into a fuzzy pleasantness feeling.

“That’s it,” Arthur rasped out, rubbing your belly slowly as your trembling subsided. He pressed a kiss to the tender spot behind your ear, loving and sweet. “Don’t you worry if we miss it this time,” he whispered, now hissing as his hips rocked slightly against your own, “I’ll keep fucking ya ‘til it takes, darlin’.”

[toasttz]

From the Tabletop X

Shit yeah! I'm totally alive! It's not that our games stopped or anything (though our D&D GM was ready to throw it all at the wall, he has decided to soldier on). Just that I've gotten wrapped up in other things. Like, uh, GM'ing! Yeah, remember, like, a year ago when I started this series and mentioned I really like Shadowrun? We kicked off a Shadowrun 5e game! So, today's special 10th-ennial extravaganza will be Shadowrun talk time, or me at the opposite side of the table. To begin, our players' runners: Troppo - an Australian who ventured to Seattle in search of work once a military injury (several lost fingers) had him on a medical discharge. His role in the party is infiltrator. Which gives him license to trivialize otherwise-challenging moments in my campaign by stealth-killing all the enemies I made for them. Later ends up dating a Johnson after a particular run. Still active as of this writing. Then there's Big Iron - our street sammy. An ex-cop who was put on indefinite administrative leave when she became known as Knight Errant's personal walking PR disaster - effectively the sixth world's version of the Demolition Man. However, as part of the conditions of this arrangement, she had to be on-call when KE needed her for anything. She became a runner to make ends meet and kind of became the Team Mom. And lastly is Clockwork. Clockwork is a decker who runs hot or cold - either hyper-compotent and hacking the planet, or getting thwarted by an OSHA-compliant stairwell (not joking about this) with no inbetweens. Rare flashes of brilliance illuminated the short and underwhelming career of a runner who, as of the most recent update, was sent to the hospital because his overweight girlfriend sat on his face. As the GM, I refuse to issue apologies or excuses. Mostly because, God damn man, you could've done SO MUCH BETTER! Oh yeah, I realize there is a canon runner named Clockwork. Well, we didn't know that going into it, so he got to fly under the radar on that. If he had actually hung in there, I planned on having the canon Clockwork troll him at some point. So, to start, we're all new and Sixth World is out of reach at the time (and debuting late at our local shops), so I decide to pitch the classic: a Stuffer Shack run. Seattle, 2080, early nostril-freezing early January. Big Iron goes into said Stuffer Shack, getting herself some snacks and condoms (in order not to look "lame"). The boy at the counter sleepily rings her up, just in time for Troppo - Spider-Manning his way up to a rooftop in order to eye a gang of elves acting shifty outside the store. This leads to the first glitch of the game - the elves glitch in their attempt to notice Spider-Troppo. Elf 3: Whoa! Look! That pigeon is fat! Elf 4: Who cares?! Focus! Troppo: Troppo sits in silence to watch these crazy elves, taking only minor offense at being called a fat pigeon. One of the elves goes around the side to start hacking the security (which isn't exactly top-notch), and the other three enter and declare themselves the "Daggerbacks" - an elven supremacy movement looking to expand the glorious empire of Tir Tangaire (and sucking at it). Big Iron attempted to take the high road and offered them a chance to reconsider this terrible decision, but they scoff at the offer and a shootout ensues. This goes poorly for the elves (and would've gone worse for them, had I properly read about how this system handles damage! Shadowrun is a ruthlessly kill-y system!) as Big Iron sends the three scattering, one diving for cover, one wounded who slumps into a wall, and the leader with a baseball-sized hole in his torso, blown backwards into the store's front door. He is then grabbed by a colossal, Troll hand, which firmly affixes to his head, causing him to drop his firearm in defeat. The owner of the hand is Oscar, a former coworker of Big Iron who "just so happened to be in the neighborhood" at the time and lent a hand in arresting them. Oh yeah, and Clockwork traced their network activity and arrived at the scene in the nick of too late. Troppo ultimately intimidated their decker into absolute surrender, lifting a coupon for "SUSHI RAINBOW - NOW WITH REAL FISH!" and his deck off him in the process, causing him to flee - claiming to never really care about the Tir - without deck but with soiled pants. The firefight inside dies down not long after. Cashier: You shot it, you bought it! Big Iron: Now's not the time! By sheer coincidence, the other elves had SUSHI RAINBOW coupons on them as well - my subtle shove towards a meet-up place. Big Iron and Troppo meet en route, having established they did work together in the past. Before long, we were all together, meeting at SUSHI RAINBOW, its owners being Japanese immigrants, Yoshi and Rinko Watanabe and their gyaru daughter, Honoka. Since we were playing with few players than normally constitutes a full runner team, I made a few NPCs to help fill any niches that needed addressing. Honoka was a technomancer and had skills like auto mechanic and gunsmith. And, due to an amusing typo (AKA: Clockwork's persistent illiteracy), a new team of runners was born: "Hey, guys! Someone's biting my runner handle!" complained Friend Octopus. "You really need to change it, dude," Observed Radical Larry. "You're one to talk," sighed Sexy Penguin. "All of you, shut up and focus. This bomb isn't gonna defuse itself and if it goes off, we'll lose the entire shipment of irridium discs!" scolds their leader, Disco Panda. Anyways, back in Seattle, we learn Yoshi and Rinko are retired runners who still have contacts throughout the city. Rinko agrees to bring the runners on on a regular basis, provided they assist with a little issue that's been plaguing them for a while: The Silver Knives. A gang of over-the-hill mostly-mages, who are going around and harassing people as of late in the area. I learned many of the foibles of GMs that day. On account the first leg of the run (a shoot-up down a narrow corridor/alleyway) was trivialized by Troppo Spider-Troppo'ing down on them and assassinating them. For reference, I use the dice that came in the Sixth World Beginner's Box - cuz they're super cool - and these geezers were glitching left and right. So, having made complete work of that, the runners got to the main event - a raid on their warehouse compound (where they would be paid for each of the gang necklaces of each head they popped) and were assigned an NPC shaman, Fallen Snow, an Amerindian Shaman who had a... very special master spirit. I used Shark from the core book as the basis and... well... Go to Youtube, and search for "Lumpy Touch Movie Sonic". Once again, as GM, I never make apologies. Except in one run. But that was only half my fault. Fucking stairs, man. Not even once. Well, I underestimated them again and, though the gangers had a numbers advantage, Troppo and Fallen Snow were stealth/assassin builds and Clockwork was given the rival in the form of the 1337 H@X0R, an elderly, experienced hacker who was learning computers before the previous Great Crash, well up to 2080. Fallen Snow then reveals her spirit as Wendigo (full name: Wendigo of the North), who proceeds to beat the hell out of and then subsequently eats the gangers as they go. Now, a small excerpt from our game: "Snow thrusts her arms out to the side as she glows dimly, as two disproportionately long, clawed hands extend up, then out, landing on the ground and pushes up a lumbering, terrifyingly large spirit. Its head is clad in a goat's skull, but its eyes still seem to bulge and protrude from the sockets, as if they are being squeezed. It has a massive set of jaws and ever-convulsing skin that paradoxically seems to hang limp off the spirit's frame. "HEY GUIYS!" the spirit announces itself in an echoing, unearthly voice, "I'm STARVIN' over here!" “Jesus fuck, Snow,” Troppo says under his breath, without taking his eyes off the sprawling enemies. "Wendigo. By our contract. Kill the Silver Knives. Oh, and don't swallow their necklaces. We need those," Snow demands. "Does that mean... WHAT I THINK IT MEANS?!" the spirit cackles. Snow sighs, rolls her eyes, and replies, "Yes. You may eat them. Don't belabor the point. We're in a hurry and outnumbered," “Jesus FUCK, Snow,” Troppo repeats, with greater emphasis this time. Clockwork gasps "Holy shit" Snow rests her eyes for a moment with a sigh. "When gangers killed my family... my magical 'spark' ignited. And I screamed for anything that would give me revenge. And I summoned a Spirit of Hunger," "OH BOY OH BOY, YOU GUYS! It's like a buffet line! Sure, the meat's tough and been under the heat lamp too long, but there's SO MUCH TO TRY!" Wendigo guffaws as his legs manifest and he rises to his full height. After Clockwork used his gun to off a guy in meatspace, Wendigo even pried, "Are you gonna eat that?!" with a sadistic laugh. Clockwork won (narrowly), just in time for the BOSS FIGHT to stomp in - a cybered-up ork with raw strength to spare. When he threw Wendigo across the warehouse, even Big Iron strongly considered the better part of valor. Boss: Well, well, well... I go out for one night on the town with the missus and I come back to find everyone in my branch has kicked their damn oxygen habit... Troppo: Well, to be fair, it's a bad habit to have. Everyone who has it eventually ends up dead. Boss: Too true. Too true. Especially in this day and age. So, you busted up my joint. Least I can do is tell you my call sign. Y'er, uh, runners, yeah? You got call signs, I wager. Mine, when I was a young man, was Wrecking Ball Big Iron: GET SOME, GRANDAD! (Proceeds to open fire wildly). Wrecking Ball: (Dodges, much to the team's horror). The old way it is, then. This was not a fight I had any intention of making easy on them. Hell, I was even going to give them the chance to use social combat to escape. But Big Iron cast the first stone and thus, the battle was underway. But with a bit of teamwork - and a review of how armor works in the game - they were able to beat him - and obtain a specially ranked insignia off his necklace with a color ranking - a green jewel. Rinko paid the team handsomely. The team then got the chance to go back to SUSHI RAINBOW and rest a while. Not long after, I assigned their next run - in what would come to be known as the COFFEE RUN. Join us there as we also DRAW DICKS ON MUSEUM WALLS! And meet a SUPERHERO TEAM! See you there!

[snazzysickly]

Remark (Rk900 x Reader) part 7

Summary: You are partners with Gavin Reed and everything was more less great until someone new joins the group

Warnings: Description of blood, swearing, I think violence, bit of fluff, idk what i write so how am I gonna be able to tell you what’s in it

word count: 3,758

A/n: Unplanned chapter? Yes. But no, I've been working on it for 2 weeks. Sorry its shorter than my other ones but that cuz I went on vacation and then I got sick. Still am but I’m getting better.

The drive to Kamski’s villa was long and uncomfortable. Nines was curious why you were taking him to the outskirts of Detroit, but his pride got in the way of asking. When he did swallow his pride, your answers were vague and cryptic.

Although the drive was long, the scenery was absolutely beautiful. It was late summer, but here it look like autumn was in full swing. Most of the trees already had their leaves beautiful colors of red, yellow, and orange. Pine and oak trees also littered the area, the accent of green was the perfect touch to the autumn forest.

Parking the car in front of Kamski’s house was a shock for Nines, though now he knew where you were going, he still didn’t know why.

The leaves crunched underneath your feet as you went up the walkway, with Nines at your heel. You were thankful he was cooperating even though he was mad at you, it made things a lot easier. He had no idea why you were here and what you were doing. You decided not to tell him in fear he or Cyberlife might try something to stop you.

After ringing the doorbell, you were surprised when an android open the door, a Chloe model to be exact. She was dressed in a dark teal, long sleeved dress, and she was barefoot. You thought the color complemented her well. She still hadn’t removed her LED, which you thought was a bit strange.

“Are you here to see Elijah?” Chloe asked in a sweet voice. When you nodded, Chloe let you in. Behind you, Nines was looking at the back of your head in confusion. Why were you here to see Elijah Kamski?

You followed Chloe into the house and you immediately noticed the portrait of Kamski in a suit. It made him look vain, but then again, if you were the CEO for the most successful business company in the world, you’d be narcissistic too.

Chloe led you to a room with a pool filled with red water and huge windows overlooking Detroit. She opened a door that was right next to a large painting, and disappeared inside. You looked at Nines for a reaction, but he didn’t give you the satisfaction of one. You suppose he was still mad at you. Sighing, you followed Chloe.

In this room, there were the same large windows, but this room looked more like a living room. It looked like the definition of modern. There were two grey couches, one leaning against the wall facing the window, and a another across from it. In between the couches, a coffee table lay, on top of the coffee table was a geometric shape decoration and a magazine. Overhead, there were LED lights in a triangular pattern. In the middle of the room, there was a TV that was currently off. Behind the TV, there was a wall with crystalized shapes inside squares. In front of the wall, a dinning table with many chairs stood.

“Elijah? Your guests are here.” Chloe said, gesturing to you and Nines.

Kamski was sitting on the couch facing away from the window, he was typing something on the laptop on his lap. You didn’t expect Kamski to be wearing something so casual. He wore navy blue jeans and a long sleeve graphic shirt. Large glasses sat on his face, and his signature man bun undercut haircut was styled apart from a few strands falling onto his face.

“Ah yes, Connor’s friends.” Kamski put the laptop onto the cushion next to him and directed his attention to you and Nines.

“Elijah Kamski, I am (y/n) (l/n) and that’s my partner and professional asshole, Nines.” You didn’t mean to act petty in front of Elijah Kamski of all people, but you were bitter from Nines acting so rude to you. But to your surprise, Kamski had a half smile upon his face.

“Detective, I presume.” You nod at Kamski and he continues, “My brother told me about you.”

You tilt your head. Kamski has a brother? Who was he? How did his brother know you?

Kamski noticed your confused expression so he explained, “I’m disappointed that he never told you. I’m sure you’re familiar with Detective Gavin Reed.”

Your jaw goes slack, You gape at Kamski in shock and confusion. You weren’t able to form complete sentences so all you were able to say was, “Brother?”

Kamski nods and smiles, “Half brother to be exact. We’re not as close as we used to be, but we talk ever so often.”

A million questions run through your head. You were completely dumbfounded. You never even knew Gavin had any siblings, much less a brother that created Cyberlife. You would have to talk to Gavin about this later.

“Anyway, Connor told me what you’re here for, and that it should be kept incognito.” He gestures to Nines subtly. You still could barely make proper sentences so all you did was nod.

“Nines,” Kamski addressed, “You’re here to get some new abilities to fight crime.” You noticed Kamski’s ability to lie so smoothly, and his lie wasn’t exactly wrong.

“Can’t someone at Cyberlife give me the new ability?” Nines asked suspiciously.

“Oh nonsense, no one at Cyberlife has my expertise.” Kamski replied simply.

Nines thought for a moment then nodded.

Kamski turned to Chloe and gave her a short nod. She walked towards the TV and pushed a button on the TV stand. Suddenly, a glass casing rose up from the floor between the TV and the coffee table.

“If you will just get in here I can start the process.”

Nines barely hesitated, he walked into the casing and a glass door shut behind him. Nines turned so he was facing the three of you.

“Please remove your skin.” Kamski asked Nines as he walked up to the glass door.

Nines did as he was told. The synthetic skin disappeared, in its place was the smooth white and grey plastic. Kamski touched the glass door and a light blue keyboard showed up on the door, he started typing on it. Other holograms of code appeared on the door while Kamski was working. He touched them before typing something into it, then deleting something else. He worked fast and efficiently. About fifteen minutes later, he was finished.

Chloe unlocked the case and Nines stepped out, His synthetic skin reappearing. He looked around awkwardly, then his face scrunched up in confusion.

“I got a notification for an update, should I download it? It’ll take ten minutes.” Nines asked to no one in particular.

“Yeah Nines, it’ll help us!” You urge.

Nines nods, then takes a seat on Kamski’s couch. He stares ahead of him, looking at the coffee table.

“While that’s downloading, he’ll be unresponsive. In the mean time, we can talk.” Kamski said, “Take a seat, Detective.”

You sit on the couch opposite of Nines, next to Kamski. He looks at you and in a serious voice he questions.

“Why do you want Nines to deviate? What is your purpose for doing so?”

You look at him, “I just want him to, he’s missing out. I don’t think it’s right for one android to be a machine, when all the rest are deviants.”

You continue talking to Kamski until Nines had downloaded all the updates. Most of your conversation was about Gavin and Kamski being brothers and the updates that were being installed. You were suddenly interrupted by Nines.

“(Y/n)?” Nines touched the couch with his hand then flinched away. He jumped up from the couch, he held his hands in front of him, looking at them, “(y/n)? What is going on?”

Nines stumbled towards you, and you stand up to catch him. He falls into your arms, but before he could get settled in your grip, he falls backward.

Everything he touched had a feeling to it. When he touched the cushion, the soft feeling startled him. Then when he when to you for reassurance, your skin and clothing had an odd feeling. The smell of you also filled his nose. It made him fall back, he didn’t like how everything had a feeling. It was a sensory overload, and it was causing all types of software instability.

His eyes darted everywhere, he didn’t like what was happening to him. For once, he didn’t know what had happened.

You slowly walked towards the panicking android, holding your hands up to make sure he knew you weren’t trying to hurt him.

“It’s okay Nines, everything is alright. Nothing is going to happen to you.”

You kneeled down to face Nines, he looked completely scared, and touching the soft carpet sure wasn’t helping. You tried to reach out to touch him but he jolted back. Learning from your mistake, you approached him more slowly. You touched his sleeve and rubbed it gently, Nines watched as you did this. He was used to feeling nothing, only the pressure of something against him. Now he felt everything. He was extremely sensitive, anything and everything was causing him to be uncomfortable.

“Can I touch you?” The fear in your eyes was evident. You could only thing that maybe you shouldn’t have had all the updates download at one time. Maybe you pushed too far.

Nines wanted to brush you off, stand up, and get out of Kamski’s house in the same manner as always, but everything was so jumbled and confusing, he decided to nod.

You got on your knees and carefully wrapped your arms around Nines. Your scent flooded Nines’ nose. He stiffened, but after a moment, your smell became inviting and oddly comforting. Your touch became warm and empathetic. In a weird way, he liked it.

You weren’t very touchy-feely, but right now you didn’t care. You felt terrible for doing this to Nines when he wasn’t ready. You needed to help him through this.

To your shock, Nines wrapped his arms around your torso. He was hugging you back. His hug was awkward, as if he was trying to get into the most comfortable position. But you didn’t mind, you took what you could get, and this was definitely the end to your argument.

The hug didn’t last very long, Nines was the one to pull away. He wanted to go back to unemotional machine that he was. He shouldn’t he hugging his coworker. It’s unprofessional.

When he stood up, he ran a diagnostic. He found the new software quickly. All different kinds of new abilities, after some quick research, he found these updates were for deviants. At first, he was going to lash out at you, but the actual feeling of hugging you reappeared in his mind. He wanted that feeling again, if he forces you to get rid of it, he wouldn’t be able to smell your loving scent, or your comforting touch. He ultimately decided to not comment on the changes.

“Sorry about that Nines, I thought it would help.” You rub your hands sheepishly, looking up at him.

“I’m Cyberlife’s most advanced android, I am able to adapt to any situation, I will not have a problem here.” Nines said flatly.

Despite his words, he was unsteady on his feet. He didn’t know this is how humans feel the world. Nines did his best to show he was unaffected by these changes, but his obvious discomfort shown through.

You walked up to Kamski sitting comfortably on his couch, he had watched your whole exchange with Nines, and realizing that, made you embarrassed.

“Uh, thank you so much Kamski, this means a lot to me.” You stutter slightly on your words.

“Your welcome Detective, I’m happy to help.” He rests his chin on his fist and smiles at you.

“Well- we better get going. Thank you again for your time.”

Kamski nods shortly, and you start walking the way you came, with Nines lagging behind. Chloe kindly walked you out, and you made sure to thank her as well.

Nines was out the door when you turned to Chloe. She watched you expectantly and kindly.

“I know this is a weird question, but are you a deviant?” You stutter a bit asking such a personal question.

To your surprise, Chloe smiles and nods. You were really expecting her to be offended, “Of course I’m deviant.”

“Then why are you still helping Kamski?” She could be doing so much more. You were just genuinely curious.

“Well, all the other Chloes left to do what they wanted, but I feel that if someone doesn’t take care of Elijah, he won’t take care of himself.” She simply smiles and shrugs.

You nod and smiles slightly. With a wave, you leave Kamski’s house.

You see Nines waiting in the passenger seat of your car. When you get into the driving seat, Nines speaks up.

“Do you think you could’ve hurried up? It’s really cold outside.” He goes to fold his arms but flinches when his arms come into contact with each other.

Now that you watch more closely, you observe that Nines was sitting tensely against the seat. His back doesn’t touch the seat, his legs are hovering apart, and he tensed his shoulders.

You suddenly become guilty. You hadn’t meant to make Nines so uncomfortable, just to cause software instability. You didn’t even know if it worked, and if you asked it would cause more suspicion.

Without answering Nines’ question, you start your car and drive away.

Back at your apartment, you had discovered that Nines found solace inside your bedroom. While you were doing a couple of chores, Nines had snuck inside your room and sat on your bed. When turning around, you found that Nines had crawled under your blankets, he was on his side, and was out like a light.

You turned off the light and quietly shut the door behind you. Honestly, you were surprised to find Nines, of all people, asleep in your bedroom. Guessing that once he downloaded the new sleeping feature, his body realized he was overworking himself, making him extremely sleepy. You really need to get him a bed.

Walking into the living room you find a blanket halfway on the couch, the other half on the floor. The pillow was in a position for sleeping, and you realize that Nines was trying to sleep here.

You sigh and plop yourself down onto the couch, taking out your phone to text Gavin about the whole incident of Kamski and him being brothers. Not far into your conversation, you get called for a case. Figuring that Gavin got the case information, you text him that you’ll beat him over to the scene of the crime.

Sadly you had to wake up Nines. Even when he just rolled out of bed, he looked completely perfect. No hair out of place, and he looked well rested. All he needed to do was fix his turtleneck and he was ready to go. You assumed that Nines already had read the case file so you didn’t tell him about the briefing.

The case was a homicide between an android and a human. It’s been a frequent theme, so it seems. Though this time, it was the android that was the unlucky one in this scenario. It was actually the human that called the police, clamming self-defense.

Arriving to the scene, which is just a side street with walls covered in graffiti and a few back alleys, you take note to the kind of area you’re in. It was a low-income area, with a few gangs here and there, of both androids and humans. Making it completely possible for the android that was killed to be apart of said gangs.

You quickly find Gavin, he was looking over some evidence. You walk up next to him and he turned to you. “Beat you.” His signature smirk rests on his face with his hip cocked out.

You roll your eyes, “Come on, we got more serious things to attend to.” You kneel down to see the evidence Gavin was looking at.

“That’s what a loser would say.”

Ignoring him, you look at the pocket knife that’s covered in both normal blood and blue blood. You wonder if the knife was used by both of them.

You stand up and head to the dead android on the sidewalk, which just so happened to be close to an alleyway. Gavin follows.

“His name is Jett Honne,” Gavin says, “And she’s’ Camille Gilbert.” he jerked his thumb toward Camille who was talking to Nines, while a medic wrapped her arm in a band-aid.

You bring your eyes back to Jett’s dead body and all that surrounded him. Jett’s shirt was ripped from the sternum to his belly button, exposing the empty area where the Thirium pump regulator should be. A small hole around his belly button was dripping blue blood, from the pocket knife, if you had to guess.

The pump regulator, you found, was far away from Jett. You take a look at it but find nothing of interest. Maybe Nines could find more. You hate to admit it, but he does find little details that you may have missed.

You call Nines over, and he excuses himself from Camille. She looked angry and unfriendly, while Nines looked annoyed, although, he did look grateful to get away from her.

“Nines, can you take a look at this?”

He picks up the pump regulator and looks it over. In a daze, Nines stood up and scanned the whole area. It was the oddest sight to see, but you could only guess he was using one of his fancy features he has.

Nines turns back to you after a few seconds, “I reconstructed the scene, Jett came out of that alleyway and attacked Camille with the pocket knife. Camille took the knife and cut his shirt, while plunging it into Jett, she took out the pump regulator and threw it. Meanwhile, Jett took the knife out of him and sliced Camille’s arm. He tried the reach his pump regulator, but he ran out of time. Jett fell on his back and there is where he died.”

You put a hand on your hip and shake your head, “Did you have this ability this whole time and never used it?”

“I’ve used it plenty times before Detective. I believe you just didn’t care to notice.” Nines remarked, then walked up to the android body.

Nines has been trying to get used to the new changes he had installed just today. He was trying to take things slow, but unfortunately, this case has pushed him harder than he’d like. Yes, he was an android that was designed to obey and adapt easily, but this was different. Now he could smell the Thirium coming off of the dead android. It burned through his new senses, making him nauseous.

“Hey prick, test the blood.” Gavin stated.

Nines obeyed. He walked up to Jett’s dead body and kneeled down, the smell of the Thirium was stronger, making Nines’ nose scrunch. Still, he obeyed. With a swipe of two fingers, Nines picked up the blue blood from Jett’s wound. The feeling of the warm blue blood was foreign and unwelcome to Nines. He’s done this before, in test runs and missions. But this time it was different.

He tried to bring the blue blood to his face to test it, but the odd texture of the Thirium, and the smell of it, sent him overboard.

All of a sudden, his head started spinning, and Nines became dizzier by the second. Nines ultimately lost his balance, and fell backwards onto his ass. You and Gavin had watched Nines become uneasy. You pieced together what might have happened, and came to Nines aid.

Putting a hand on Nines’ back as you kneeled down, you looked at him with concern. He was visibly shaken with his eyes wide, his arms were supporting him, and he didn’t look like he was enjoying the feeling of the rough sidewalk on his hands.

“You okay, Nines?”

He turned to you, and you barely notice the nod that came from him, as it was so brief, it was easy to miss.

“Yeah, well I don’t believe you. Here, I’ll take you back to my car,” You slowly help Nines stand up, “And you can sit this one out. Me and Gavin well take care of it.”

“No! I can do this!” Nines lurched out of your hold, and you stare at him blankly.

“Nines, we both know you can’t do this, you still need to adjust, it’ll take some time.”

Nines ignored you, and spun around, but still unsteady from earlier he wobbles and almost falls over again. Only saved by you catching him.

You glare at him, and he caves. Still, Nines wanted to protest, but he has no voice to. He knows anyone at Cyberlife would be disappointed with him, but he also agreed with you. He was in no right mind to keep going with this investigation, so you guided him by the small of his back, to your car.

You open the rear door, and you help Nines get into the seat. He still looked shaken. You wish you could stay with him, but you can’t. You’ll have to go back to the investigation sooner or later.

“You can sleep here if that’ll make you feel better.” You pat Nines’ shoulder.

He, again, nods. You sigh, then squeeze Nines’ shoulder, “I won’t be long, okay?”

This time, he hums. Good enough I guess.

You shut the door as quietly as possible, as not to disturb Nines. Shoving your hands into your pockets, you take the short walk back to Gavin. You’d have to try to keep this investigation short, you don’t want Nines to be waiting that long. Gavin looks at you with an amused brow, and you immediately know what he’s thinking.

“So? Have you found out if the plastic prick has well- a plastic prick?” Gavin nudges your side while raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“Nope.” You say flatly, “Wanna find out for yourself?”

Gavin chokes on his spit, then doubled over laughing, holding his stomach, as if you said the funniest joke in the world. The tiniest of a smile forms on your face at the sight of Gavin laughing.

“Phck, this is why I love you, (y/n).” Gavin wipes away a tear when he gets back up.

“Yeah yeah, I’m the best. Let’s just keep this investigation short, okay?”

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Eldricht Book one Chapter 2

    The place was picking up an average pace of customers. The regulars who stop in during break hours and right before or right after work. The smell of roasted coffee beans brought relaxation enough, the taste of that dirty bean water brought it even more for man, fae, and beast folk alike. Dagon sat with his "coffee", a large pitcher of ale. Innsmouth across from him laughing with just a cup of tea in front of him. "wait no, the best part was the psycho bitch still blamed me!" Thomas was between the two, and laughed with his friends at the story Innsmouth had shared, when the soft voice broke through the laughter, "I don’t get it.." The Owner of the small coffee house, a Vampire Human. Her skin was pale as marble stone with black silk hair that glistened. She was bringing Thomas his Iced Coffee, a small red lipstick kiss at the brim of it.

    "that’s Cuz you missed the beginning of the story Lass." Dagon chimed. Thomas laughed, "Cersie's not the only one who missed it.". Thomas took his Tankard from her and paused noticing the lipstick. He smirked at her and she winked back at him. Innsmouth stood up "I will just have to start over then, aye?" Several groans from the other random customers fallowed that remark, and that too was fallowed by the laughter of the whole group of rabble rousers. Cersie knelt down to kiss Thomas on the cheek, leaving him with a wide grin as she walked away. His gaze caught on her waist as she walked off. Innsmouth threw a spoon at his head to get his attention, "oi, we got some strange going ons outside."

    Out of the coffee shop, Thomas, Dagon and Innsmouth watched with a collected crowd of people as the clouds in the sky gave part to a gathering of energy bolts striking each other at the exact same point in the sky turning into a web of energy bolts sending green sparks everywhere. Few people got worried, Thomas and his friends got ready to fight. The sky suddenly tore open at that point and became a massive hole into nothingness. The hole made a humming noise and the 3 waited carefully. Suddenly the portal collapsed and 3 fireballs were shot out at them. They all ducked fast and the fireballs crashed in the coffee house, sending everyone outside, except Cersie who hid behind the back room door, peeking an eye through the open threshold with trembling nerves. Thomas, Dagon, and Innsmouth run inside as fast as they can to see the fireballs have taken on new form. A beast like a Rhino body, with horns made to turn it's face into a vertical hammer head beast. It's mouth hinged perfectly in the middle of it's head with a maw full of molars and hooves on its fat legs. A pile of armor pieces and 6 tiny tripod like aliens that collect and grab the armor pieces putting them on and assembling themselves into a single being, wielding a cylindrical helm and twin axe like fist blades. The third was the largest, a Crustacean monster that walked on 5 legs, the bottoms of which would each split into chameleon like feet with 4 toes making parallel lines along the feet. It bore 2 regular crab like pincers but also wild tentacles along the rim of its carapace. The fifth leg was sticking from it's mouth and had tissue like tubes near the joints. It bore no toes but a hollowed spear point.

    "Innsmouth you take the Corodo Beast, Dagon takes the Titan symbiote. I got the New one…." Thomas smiled excitedly, eyeballing the strange crab thing. The Corodo beast roars and gave charge, Dagon and Thomas jumping out of the way leaving Innsmouth in its path. Innsmouth jumped up over the beast once it was within feet of hitting him, then swiftly spun his body to mount and ride the beast, grabbing hold of its thick hide with his claws., Smirking wide with his shark maw and throwing one hand in the air as the beast rampaged in the shop. Crashing and braking tables, "Whooo fuck yeah! Bring it Beastie! You ain't never seen beast ridin like this!". Innsmouth rode the beast waiting for it to eitehr tire, or buck him. He rampaged right past Dagon who had been squaring up with the Armored Warrior. 6 individual tripod aliens make one monster. Dagon and the warrior paced, keeping eye contact. The armor made the first move spinning it's torso separate from it's legs to give arms momentum to throw one of the fist blades in a spin at  Dagon. He Barely managed to dodge behind a table, only to see the second axe slam and stick right into the table edge.  Dagon Growled and reached for the fist blade but it was pulled back by a force unseen, returned to the grip of the Titan. It held up its free hand and taunted Dagon, holding his palm and curling his "fingers" in an attempt to egg on Dagon. It works, causing the Dragonkin to charge.  The Titan opened it's free palm and the second axe flew to him, aiming for Dagon in it's flight back. Dagon Managed to turn in time to grab the fist blade and alter it's path enough to make the spin rip through the creature that made the left hand, causing 6 individual screams, one cut short. Dagon continued his charge and punched the titan across the room into the crab thing. The Crab monster makes angry chirping noises like a giant bird, swatting the titan away from it, about to give chase after it to consume until it's struck with a ball of green flames. Thomas had a Green alien spell circle in one hand, and a yellow one in the other, he smirked looking at the monster, "Bring it on beautiful!" The monster made rapid clicking noises as some a new spell ring appears inside on of it's claws, the tentacles on  the same side as it fill the right claw with energies, beaming like lights to charge the spell and then it activates, firing a ball of slime at Thomas, but Thomas throws up the Yellow spell in his left hand and it forms an invisible dome around him. The slime coats the dome and Solidifies into a shell of ugly green puke. "it's Intelligent! It can use Cosmic Magic!" The crab monster charged at the shell, crashing into it making a crack. It staggers Thomas as the force caused the whole place to shake.

    Dagon was at this point facing off with the titan, both traded blows but Dagon only holding a few cuts, the Titan had that and a lost arm/life. It still had 5 lives Dagon needed to finish. He was trying to plan a move when he saw creature that made the torso was sprouting a nub, one that was growing as the battle went on. "Oh fuck you, no getting limbs back!" Dagon takes a deep inhale, smoke building from his lungs out his nostrils, and released a powerful flame on the Titan, force enough to toss it back against the wall of the shop and burn completely to dust, setting fire to the tables around it and part of the wall. The Titan armor steamed and was covered in black as charred bodies smolder in the suit.

    Thomas looked at the crack as it grew with each strike, he tried to think of a way out. His attention was drawn to Innsmouth on the rampaging beast, crashing through the debris of what was left of the coffee shop. "Innsmouth! Think you can get it to run into this bubble?! I got a Dumb ass idea!" Innsmouth smiled and screamed out, "I fukin LOVE dumbass ideas!" he punched the side of the beast's head, nailing it right in the eye, causing a roar and it to turn in the direction of the shell. Thomas stood ready, with the crab behind him and about to break the shell as well, both monsters charging it. Thomas held two purple rings in his hands and suddenly right before the beasts made contact with the shell and him, he tossed the purple rings up and down from his point. Making a portal above him that breaks through the fractured bubble, and a portal below him leading right to the one above. He falls in the portal below and out the one above. As he fell, the innsmouth backflip dismounts the Corodo beast and the two monsters ram right through the shell, with enough momentum to keep going and ram into each other.  The Corodo Beast ends up under the crab beast, but the crab is left with a massive oozing crack across the top of it's carapace.

     The crab monster makes gurgled and pained noises and immediately impales the corodo beast with it's frontal leg, injecting it with a concoction of toxins that cause the beast to scream and roar in agony for seconds, then die so suddenly. It's body began to sag fast, as it's inside were rapidly liquefied and then shrivels up as it's drained by the crab. This act of feeding however caused the Crab to ooze even more disgusting opaque white fluid out through the crack in it's shell. Dagon nearly pukes, swallowing his sickness to keep it down. Innsmouth turned pale at the sight, "oh that’s Fucked.." he exclaimed. Thomas however was all too fascinated with the creature, "It's smart enough to learn and use magic, but lacks common sense to realize feeding with a cracked carapace is dangerous…Peculiar."

    Thomas opened his hands and arms spread out, he smirked "Time to die though big guy.." and several long purple tentacles came from out of his sleeves of his tunic. They were long, muscly and fast, reaching out to grab whatever debris was within reach and began sending a barrage of shrapnel at the crab. Broken Bottles, tankards, chairs, and an entire table. The debris smacked at the monster as it chirped and clicked, the crack getting bigger and wider, a piece breaking off entirely revealing grotesque insides of alien origin, indescribable masses of pulsating tissues and sinews. The monster was staggering slightly, leaving it open to Thomas who took a broken chair leg and hurled it from one of his tentacles like a javelin at the monster. The sharp broken edge pierced the crab flesh and sent a splash of it's fluids out, no Ejection point but the monster still falls over dead, leaking out of the hole in it's head all over the place. Dagon Thomas and Innsmouth look at each other with relief, then they smirk and laugh together.

Dagon picked up an unharmed bottle of beer, cork still in  it. "Can you imagine the places in the world that have to deal with these without us? Sucks to be them.". Thomas rolled his eyes "that’s why I made the school…"

"….Thomas"

    The three turn their heads, Cersie was wide eyed and looking around at her shop. Once, a large and popular coffee house, now on fire slightly with the front house looking like a battlefield.  "My shop…my home…my…my..my Will someone put out the Damn Fire!?". Innsmouth jumps startled, and waved his hands creating a water spout spell from his palms to douse the flames. Cersie walked right up to Thomas and stared at him, her face stoic but her eyes holding deep conflicting emotions. "Upstairs…talk" She turned and went to the backroom, and her steps going up the stairs fallowed after. Thomas sighs, Dagon resting his hand on Thomas's shoulder. "Good luck Mate…".

    Cersie was staring at her bed, but her gaze was off in space as her back was to her door. Thomas knocked, "Enter". He steps in slowly, the wood door creaks lightly, "Hey love..look I'm.." "how long are you going to keep claiming your Human?"

     Thomas stood silent a moment, shaking off his confusion to ask, "Excuse me..?". Cersie turned to face him again "You are older than any human possibly can live to… your using magic that doesn’t exist… and I've tasted you… Your blood is not Human.. It's too…Old, Altered, it's so…" He took her hands and looked at her, she blinks at him looking in his eyes, "…eccentric." He smiled softly at her, "So your not mad at us?"

    "Oh I'm mad…but I learned that it comes with loving you. I bare it." He only frowns more though, this doesn’t reassure him. He gently grazed his fingers over her ear, tucking her silken hair back "I told you im a hard person to love.." She hugged him placing her cheek to his chest and closing her eyes. "You're mine to love Thomas…just tell me you love me back…?" He returns the hug to her, causing her to embrace him tighter. He whispered to her "I Love you Cersie.." She leaned up to his neck, her breath just on his ear as her voice crept past her fangs. "Show me.." She grazed her fangs over his ear and neck.

    Dagon and Innsmouth were putting all the debris and broken coffee house bits in a single pile outside the shop. They worked reluctantly, solemnly, but quickly. Jackoo came walking up from the docs, making it there just in time to be late for all the fighting and most of the cleaning. "Captain…Innsmouth." Dagon just nods at him, Innsmouth responds, "You missed the party again." Jackoo crossed his arms and looked at them both, "well that’s what happens when you tell me to make sure the ship gets done…by the way the ship is done."

    Dagon dropped his arm full of trash and smiled bright, his wings seeming to open up slightly just from sheer excitement. "You best not be lying Jackoo, I am not in the mood for jokes." "No Tricks no jokes captain. The Galleon is ready.". Dagon cheered, low rumble roars behind his cries of excitement. "I have A Galleon! Finally!" Jackoo groans and walked up to Dagon, "One Galleon…after Ten Years…". Dagon lost his joy and was brought to annoyance rather fast. "what's with the tone…mate?" and Jackoo drops his arms to give a respectful explanation, "With all due Respect Captain, the plan was 20 years to make 4 galleons. We are halfway past that time and have but one ship to the quota." Innsmouth looked at them both, "well shit's bin busy, space things and other worlds and the school". Jackoo nods, "That school adds my point, how much of that lumber was usable for a ship? I would wager all of it. Captain I hate to say it but you lot have become complacent here."

    Dagon crossed his arms now "Elaborate wont you please Mr. Quartermaster.".

    "You planned on taking the nightmare dragon as a trophy before I served this crew.. But here you lot sit and drink, when was the last time you even opened your wings?"

    Dagon couldn’t be angry at Jackoo for his worry, but was angry at the sounds of this ugly truth. He lowered his gaze and confidence in himself for a bit. "aye, your right. We lost our path…" Innsmouth sighed and kept working on cleaning. Jackoo looked around, "where's Eldritch..?" Innsmouth smirked but seemed to force it, "he's upstairs shacking his lady" Jackoo groaned a low growl, "Of course he is.."

When Thomas came downstairs with Cersie, and outside the shop, the other 3 had already finished getting all the debris out of the shop. They were still talking, then noticed Thomas coming over, "Hey, why all the long faces?"  "We need to talk, mate. I been listening to the wisdom of my quartermaster and I agree with what he says." said Dagon. Thomas nods, "ok what is it he says that you agree to??" He asked. Dagon points down to the direction of the docs. "we have our first Galleon" "And isnt that supposed to be good news?" "you'd think that, but you see we said 20 years we'd have 4 galleons ready to go. Built to your designs to hunt that damn monster. But we got lazy, fat, and drunk. We wasted time Thomas and now it's time to put my foot down and get the entire crew on it, with the lot of us 3 doing double-time to make up for the lost hours."

Innsmouth chimed in, "Wait wut!? Doubly fast is doubly hard Cap'n…"

"I Don’t give to hairs off a rat's ass how hard it is we were lazy and now we all will repay it. I want that beast dead, I will no longer shirk my vow to my Da and disrespect his spirit."

Thomas put in his voice, "But even at this pace your suggesting it'll take ten years more to get the other 3 ships, that’s an exaggeration because I didn’t factor sleep breaks, so like….14-17 years!"

Jackoo looked at him, "Sounds like quitter talk to me.."

"I am not quitting I'm just failing at making a point while at the same time proving yours"

Everyone just looked at Thomas. They grew used to his weirdness

"Ok im with you guys, we can do this together, but how do we get the funds? You turned your Fishing ship into the Figurehead on the Galleon."

    Another Voice comes in "Perhaps I can help." They all turned to face the voice as a dark ash colored skinned elf wearing officers armor walks to them. His colors were that of the Queen of Seaport, a Dark elf serving as Officer to the queen of the human city. Dagon growls lightly and everyone glared, except for Thomas and Cersie. Dagon's growl turned to words, "Wear's your Rags elf? Got too hot under the hood?" The elf did not respond to the question, and just got on with his message, "My name is Captain Diego Santuro, I come on behalf of Queen Annabelle, she wishes audience with Captain Dragmouth and company. By name."

    Everyone looked at Dagon, who was holding his arms crossed across his chest looking at the elf. "What does she want with me..?" Diego reached to the pouch on his belt, undoing the buckle on the flap and pulls 3 pink envelopes from it, offering them to Dagon, "Each contains one invitation for you, two guests, and respected Dates. The Queen is hosting a party later on and would like to Discuss business with you about this…Nightmare Squid?"

    Everyone got wide eyed and Dagon snatched the invitations from the elf, sniffing them quickly and looking at the royal seal holding the paper parcels closed. Diego bows to them, "she also asks, what shall we have the chef's prepare?" Innsmouth blurted out fast, "Several gallons of mead, rum, and beer, and an entire boar just for him" Dagon smacked Innsmouth in the back of the head, "I didn’t say we was going! We're Pirates we don’t work with royalty.". Thomas looked at the invitations, "you said that out loud…" Diego smiled, "It's quite alright, her majesty is aware of your history and is fine with it, in fact she shows great interest in your line of work. I will give the message to the chefs" Diego starts walking off and Dagon growls at Innsmouth.

   They went back to the Docs, they were only two miles away when Dagon cried out with zeal, "That is my flag! Waving high as the clouds!". He points to the sole black flag flying over the roof tops and sails of the other ships. He opened his wings all the way to the surprise of everyone there, then took off in flight  right for is flag. Jackoo smiled, "Well done Captain.." Cersie smiled and leaned on Thomas a little as they walked, the Sun light making her skin more white than before though she couldn’t hide her pink cheeks as she held his arm.

    Everyone stood in awe staring at the monster of a ship. 5 times the size of his Brig, 7 masts 4 sails each, 130 cannons and harpoon guns. Golden oak trim pulled from the Ghidorah made this ship have a familiar feel. The Ghidorah it's self was mounted as the figurehead of the ship, turned into one monster sized scatter cannon. Dagon was aboard already, laughing his mind out at the ship. Cersie giggled, "he's like a child with a new toy.". Jackoo nods, "maybe this will get him moving again." Thomas looked at Jackoo, puzzled he asks, "why are you acting like 10 years of a good life was self destruction? I sense ominous backstory foreshadowing." Jackoo shook his head, "That's cuz im talkin before you met the Captain. After he lost his dad he crawled into a bottle for years…and almost drowned in it were it not for me and Innsmouth. Im not going to see it again."

Dagon lands on the doc after jumping off the port side of the ship, "She's Fucking FANTASTIC!"

"She needs a name Captain" Jackoo said, pointing at the empty plaque on the back."

"hmm Can't call her king Ghidorah cuz we keep sayin she and it sounds weird now…..I will call her…Charybdis! Bride of Vorgaz! Queen of Fire!'

Jackoo smirked, "Ill get the boys to paint it on first sunrise sir."

    Thomas looked at the ship, massive and fierce, built how he diesigned it and ready to fight against the Nightmare Dragon. "That elf used the wrong name on the monster….I recorded it in my almanac that it's called Nightmare Dragon..". "Who cares? We have the biggest ship in the port now!" Exclaimed Dagon. Innsmouth was counting on his fingers, Jackoo stared at him, "The fuck are you doing?" "Counting how many crew we got, I don’t think we have the hands to man this plan. We need like fifty more folk just to get moving…" Dagon laughs, "Then we go to the tavern and start hiring more crew!". Jackoo looked to his captain, "With what money? We can hardly keep out current crew, your lucky everyone working for you respects the shit out of your father and you."

    Thomas scratched his head thinking "If we kill the monster, they get a pint of it's gold ink..? I mean the stuff is worth it’s weight in literal gold. And maybe we hire someone with a ship to hunt squid….?" "yeah, yeah I like that, good thinking Eldritch. Captain?" Jackoo looked to Dagon. Dagon smirks and nods. "Tomorrow, we hire a crew" "But do we got time Cap'n? What about the Ball or Party or whatever…?" Dagon remembered the invitations. He took one from his coat and ripped it open. Reading it fast he smirks, "We got a week…We can do it…Tomorrow first light in the Tavern! Innsmouth put a notice up on every street intown!" Innsmouth salutes "I'll do my damndest sir!" he takes off running Jackoo and Thomas look at Innsmouth running off, Thomas laughed, "he has no idea what he's doing" Jackoo Nods, "at least he's enthusiastic." Dagon looked at them, "Why don’t you 3 get Acquainted with Cherry"

    Sersie tilts her head, "Cherry?" Dagon nods, "Yeah you know, short for Charybdis." Thomas laughs "That’s stupid they sound nothing alike it doesn’t make sense" Dagon growled, "yeah either does William being shortened to say Bill, where the fuck Did the B come from mr."I wrote the most widely used language in the world"?"  Thomas Shrugs, "Ok you got me there, and I didn’t write it I was taught it and I taught people so I wouldn’t talk to myself forever." Dagon leads them onboard the ship. Cersie goes to find the Galley and her new kitchen. Full iron built walls and stoves to feed an army. She nearly squeals with glee at her cooking area. Innsmouth went to the crow's nest, which on this ship was a treehouse built to the top mast about the size of a small shack, with rope bridges leading to smaller baskets on the other masts. He would ignore these bridges and get lost in swinging on the ropes, moving across the span of the ship in little time. Thomas found himself in a large room of books, fictions and stories. A place where a man with all logic can get lost peacefully in his own madness. He smiled softly at the black velvet throne in the middle of the elegant room. Dagon walked in behind him, "I think we should tear down Mythos Hall." Thomas turned and looked at him confused and concerned, "why.."

    "Come on Mate, you had what….7 students this year? Total of 89 in the last 7 years? We could use the lumber…and you can teach from the ship until we leave. Hell you can teach from it when we get back too hahaha!" Thomas thought it over hard but briefly, "yes, yeah your right, no one likes a school house anyway, but no one has ever been to a school ship before!" Dagon shrugged, "nearly all Dragonkin went to school on a ship Mate." They shared a laugh, and Cersie prepared a meal in the galley for the 4 boys. As they ate Jackoo spoke to his captain, "so Ill tell the rest of the crew when they show up tomorrow to deconstruct Mythos Hall while you 3 are.. "Recruiting"." Dagon spoke through a maw of meat, sending chunks out as he talked "Hey im no.." he swallowed his food, "I'm no crook, they'll get paid like the rest, we just need to make sure one has a ship of their own. Expand the Fleet."  Thomas spoke up, "Speaking of fleet why don’t we use some of yours from your time in the Vorgaz Isles?" "None of my men would be here in time even if we sent message now. Best to use what's here." Jackoo raised his tankard, "A toast then, to the Charybdis! To the Dragmouth Crew! And To damning that monster back to hell!" Dagon stood raising his tankard, Innsmouth and Thomas did too, with Cersie wrapped around Thomas from behind, her arms draped across is chest with her head next to his, "Can I have a drink too baby?" Thomas smirked and nods, as the 4 boys drank their beer, she bit into his neck softly and began to drink.

    Innsmouth throws a spoon at him again, "Get a room! Ill see you both there shortly im still Drinking" Thomas and Cersie laugh, she drags Thomas away from the table off to her room on the ship. The others laugh and finish, returning to their respected quarters and get ready for the next day. Thomas sat down looking down into space, his thoughts flashing through his eyes so fast they dart about in tiny bursts. Cersie knelt down before him, brushing her raven hair from her face and put her hand on his "Thomas?"

    He looked up at her from his thoughts. Her eyes gazed through his. He smiled "I'm ok love, I just…the school was my biggest ambition, teaching the world about what's beyond." Cersie nods to him "and because of it you are labeled a heretic to the Highborn Order…People are afraid to go through the same heresy as you, no one will be your student if the highborn have anything to say..It's not your fault." He nods, a silent pause to process the decision. Thomas looked at her and smiled "Then we will use Mythos Hall to build my personal vessel only! The Mythos Storm!" She smiled "good love" She bent over his lap, her breasts pressed against his thighs pushing them up more towards her chin as her hands crawled along his chest "now let me make you relax.."