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honeylikesyanderes · 2 years

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nsfw alphabet- karma elios

hi yall! thanks for 1k!

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

karma is usually really gentle and soft after sex. he's very big on aftercare and he will get/do anything to make you feel better, especially if it was particularly kinky sex. he also likes to talk for a little bit while he cleans you up, in case you have any critiques on anything that occured.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

karma loves his eyes (they're a darkish shade of blue-grey) and they're quite rare

and he loves his darling's thighs and legs.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

karma likes to cum on his darling's face and body rather than inside them. he once called it 'copyrighting' his darling.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

if darling pulls his hair while stimulating him, he will cum immediately. he would never tell you that tho

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

karma has a fair amount of experience with sex; and he was celibate for a bit before meeting his darling, but during that time, he read a lot of books and materials so he could improve.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

the lotus 🤌🏽

he likes the intimacy it can provide

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

karma is more serious when it comes to sex but he will smile and giggle every once in a while to keep both of you comfortable.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

karma is very well groomed since he's not a fan of body hair on himself. the curtains do match the drapes but its a bit more curly down there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

karma tries to be super romantic and savour every moment of sex with his darling. he doesn't go too fast (unless its a quickie), and he prefers to take his time to really really pleasure you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

when karma jerks off, he likes to avoid touching his tip until the end. it delays his orgasm for a bit and when he eventually does cum, it feels so much better.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

karma is lowkey into petplay but will never admit it unless you bring it up.

he's a fan of giving darling multiple orgasms (orgasm control), overstimulation and he also likes to be milked 👀

loves it when you beg tho.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

at home in bed and occasionally on his private jet.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

anything that shows darling's thighs and legs. from tight jeans to shorts to short outfits; it really gets karma going.

he also likes when you ask him to fuck you; he finds it sexy that you're confident enough to tell him that you want him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

threesome with anyone that isnt bhodi.

anything that has to do with piss or vomit

anything that can seriously harm darling.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

karma loves giving head. and he's so fucking good at it too. just tell him how you like it and he'll deliver. and if you don't know how you like it? he'll try different motions and sensations on you till you find the one that suits you best.

he's not super big on recieving tho (because of his piercings), but occasionally when he takes them out, he'll let you go down on him.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

it honestly depends on darling's preferences but karma usually prefers to take his time and go slow. he loves to live in the moment with you and really pleasure you.

he's more into love making than actual fucking.

although he does enjoy a good rough and fast fuck occasionally

slow and rough fucking is reserved for when you've been exhibiting bad behaviour.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

karma isnt a really big fan of quickies but when he's busy with work (usually at the beginning and ending of the year); you guys will have a lot more quickies than proper sex. mostly because he wants to keep you satisfied but also because he wants to decompress from all the stress.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

karma likes to experiment on occasion but he's very open minded and willing to try anything that darling brings up. he doesn't like surprises tho, so anything he or darling wants to try must be thoroughly discussed beforehand.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

karma doesn't have a lot of sex or masturbate often so he lasts about 2 slow and sensual rounds but he can go 3 rounds if its just quickies.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

karma owns toys for both him and his darling. most of them are for darling (because he enjoys seeing them pleasured) but a few are for darling to use on him on occasion.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

karma absolutely loves to tease and will do it for as long as he can (usually until your begging and whimpering for him to stop teasing and let you cum)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

karma is fairly loud. he's not the loudest but he does moan quietly. he does let out a very loud groan when he bottoms out tho.

he loves when his darling is vocal tho. he wants to make you moan, scream, cry and beg for him. he loves your sounds.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

karma has had a threesome with bhodi and another girl in the past. it was good fun but both him and bhodi decided that they wouldn't repeat it unless the person involved was someone that they were both emotionally involved with.

the girl aforementioned signed an nda tho, so she's not allowed to talk about it.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

cough.

i forgot to mention but karma has a jacob's ladder. he used to have a prince albert but he took it out after a bit.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

on a scale of 1-10, he's at about 4. his sex drive is pretty low, but if darling needs some servicing or has a high libido, then he doesn't mind putting out.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

karma will never fall asleep first. he'll stay up until darling falls asleep, then he does some thinking by himself before eventually falling asleep.

on average it takes him 45 minutes to an hour to fall asleep.

(if you would like to read more about karma, check out the masterlist!)

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benjmedina-photography · 1 year

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Makati SPC x StRT

— For the love of street photography.

Last Sunday, April 23, 2023, I was able to attend the first ever workshop held by Makati Street Photography Collective and StRT in Quezon City Memorial Circle’s Presidential Car Museum.

I have been a part of Makati SPC but I wasn’t able to attend any of the photowalks they’ve had so far due to conflicting schedules. So when I learned about this event, I blocked my schedule as this is one event that I knew I had to go to and I’m glad I did since the speakers included Kevin Aquino, Kevin Icabales and Kebs Cayabyab with the support of Raymond Tanhuenco and a special guest talk from Edwin Tuyay.

The event was free, not brand specific, no sponsors and all who contributed it came from their own money and efforts. The moment I entered the room I knew that I was surrounded by people who are also passionate about street photography. There’s a genuineness to it.

— Learn. Unlearn. Relearn.

I have been continuously learning and doing photography for several years now. And I came to this event like a sponge ready to absorb as much information as I can. As I regained my passion for street photography, I just want to learn more. I want to be able to take it to the next level. I wasn’t expecting that it would happen all on that day but to be able to learn about the different compositions, the principles they have, the discipline they possess, the mindset to have to keep getting better at it has been rewarding.

— Personal Inclinations

It was a good talk to set the tone of the event. Personal inclinations, common composition techniques were well explained from his perspective which personally was enlightening. I also liked how he used a lot of other people's photos in the presentation and explaining the photographs. It was also good to hear how much he gives recognition to his mentor RT who was in attendance.

— Happenstance

From a technical standpoint, I learned the most from Kevin Icabales. I only heard of happenstance from him so it was an interesting concept right away, the difference between editing and post processing and why having contact sheets is good. Outside of the technical side, him sharing his personal experiences and how long it took him to be able to capture certain shots were really inspiring. The degree of difficulty of his photos really demonstrated the depth of understanding and knowledge that he has about photography.

— Creating Connections

Kebs' talk was more philosophical and has a simplistic way of presenting the concepts which I liked. He was able to explain layering and creating connections in an effective way. It's easy to remember and even has a framework that helps to see those patterns easier. I also liked the part where he demonstrated the different ways that we see and present an image. The practical tips at the end to further improve our photography skills were helpful too.

— Photo critique session

After the talks there was also a short critique session by RT. I loved it. He was in a rush but it also made it better in my opinion. When I looked at my recent works, I tried to apply how he looked at the images and was able to read my photos better. It's good to see things beyond the visual aesthetics. The critique session made me want to have RT as a mentor/attend his workshops.

— Time to shoot

We were given 2 hours to shoot and to submit our best photo. There was no theme for the contest but it was a good venue to apply what we’ve learned which I think I was able to do. I didn’t end up among those who got rewarded for it but it’s okay since throughout the shoot I wasn’t spraying and praying, I was intentional with my shots, understanding the scene, composing, working the scene before moving on to the next. Although I again fell into the trap of wanting to be able to explore the entire place thinking there’s still a better shot somewhere. And one thing that I should’ve done is asked for feedback before I submitted my photo.

— Bonus talk

While the selection of photos was ongoing Edwin Tuyay spent time to share his knowledge and experiences to the group. It was insightful, one of the biggest takeaways for me was to see how much he appreciates this event that even he got so excited about this that he registered for it and actually came and participated.

It was a long day, a long day spent on photography surrounded by talented and passionate photographers. And while being there I really felt the love for street photography.

Some of my photos from that day…

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street-smarts00 · 3 years

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Eavesdropping

Midoriya x f!reader

Summary: Y/n had just realized that she has a crush on her best friend, Izuku Midoriya. She confides in Mina while they were walking to class. However, someone just so happens to overhear their conversation.

Word count: 1.9k

Fluff with ⚠️language

This is my first time writing, enjoy!

“I still can’t believe it took you that long to realize it,” Mina joked.

Mina had once again brought up this embarrassing topic. God forbid you mention anything about crushes, it’s all she wants to talk about. But then again you are a bit of a gossip too, you just didn’t like when the topic of conversation was yourself.

“I've been single for the past 16 years, you really expect me to know how my feelings work,” you mumbled while the two of you walked to heroics.

It was exhausting talking about your new found feelings for one of your best friends, Izuku Midoriya. The two of you have known each other for over a year now and had just started second year; and only a few days ago did you realize that you had fallen head over heels for the guy.

“So when are you gonna tell him?” Mina smirked. “What? Mina I can’t tell him that I like him it will ruin our friendship” you replied as your cheeks turned pink.

“Why do you think it’s gonna ruin your friendship?”

You sighed, “Because it’s gonna make everything awkward. I won’t know how to act around him once he knows and it’s not like he likes me back.”

Your friendship with Midoriya was more important than some silly crush. He was always there for you, giving you tips on how to improve your quirk or fighting style, helping you study, and whenever you were in a shitty mood he always knew what to do to lift your spirits.

“Oh please that’s a load of bull shit”

“MINA!” You exclaimed.

“What? You really think he doesn’t like you? You guys are super cuddly and touchy and you two always have to be touching whether your holding hands or your arms are linked.” Mina explained.

You shook your head, “No Mina that doesn’t mean he likes me, he’s just a touchy person,”

She smirked, “oh really, well I’m friends with him and he isn’t cuddly with me. Or even some of his other best friends, like Iida or Ochako, has he ever cuddled with them during movie night?”

You opened your mouth to respond but no words came out. She was right. You thought that he was just a touchy person. You had never noticed that the only person he was physically affectionate with,was you. The constant hand holding, and arms linked or draped across the others shoulders, the cuddling on the couch during movie night. It was only you, no one else.

“And, it’s not just the physical affection, he also goes out of his way to help you, like all the time. More so then the rest of the class. And remember when you sprained your ankle during training a few weeks ago, he freaked out and offered to carry you to recovery girls office, and when you did get there he refused to leave until you were all patched up”

You were speechless. You thought all of that stuff was just his normal helpful personality. He’s always trying to help others. Did he really give you more attention?

“Holy shit,” you whispered. Your heart was beating a mile a minute. It felt like you were frozen in place even though we’re you still walking to heroics.

“Awww now you have to tell him! Come on it will be so cute. You’ll confess your feelings, you’ll start dating and then you’ll be in love, and then soon I’m gonna have to start calling you y/n Midoriya.” Mina giggled.

“Mina!” You hissed, and she replied giggling.

In the middle of your rage, you didn’t notice Shinsou pass by the both of you.

“Hey Shinsou!” Mina said cheered. You looked up and mumbled “hey.” He glanced over looking exhausted as always and replied “Hey guys.”

He walked passed the two of you and always out of your line of sight. However, right afterwards you heard him say “Hey Midoriya”

Wait what?

Did he just say? Nope he didn’t, he did not just say Midoriya. He did not just say the name of the boy you and Mina had an ENTIRE conversation about.

It felt like the world was spinning. Your hands became sweaty and you almost dropped the case with your hero outfit.

You glanced towards Mina and she had the same expression as you, eyes wide, jaw dropped and face pale. The two of you turned our heads and unfortunately there he was. Your best friend, green messy hair, worn out old red shoes, and an almost identical facial expression as you. Except instead of all the color draining from his face, it turned bright red.

He awkwardly smiled and waved his trembling hand. You reverted your head and stared at the floor; you couldn’t look anyone in the eyes.

How long was he behind you? How much did he hear? You didn’t want to ask, you were too mortified to find out.

In your grief you didn’t realize that you had reached the girls locker room. You and Mina quickly ran inside and you sighed the tiniest bit of relief now that Midoriya was gone.

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Heroics class was starting and you had barely spoken to anyone since the incident. Your mind hadn’t stopped racing. You played over what happened on the way here over and over again, trying to figure out how much he might have heard.

The only way you were safe from dying of embarrassment was if he only heard that last bit of the conversation where Mina had replaced your last name for his. If anything you could just play that off as Mina joking around or something.

You couldn’t gain the courage to go over and ask him cause there was a pretty high chance he heard EVERYTHING. He however, did have the courage to go over to you. You noticed him walking towards you and your insides felt like they are about to explode.

“Hey y/n” he said as he played with one of the gloves of his costume. You were surprised he wasn’t the same shade as a tomato right now. You on the other hand, we’re the shade of a tomato.

“H-hi Midoriya” you studdered.

He continued to fidget with his glove, “So about what happened earlier”

NO! No no no no! You were not ready for this. You did not want to talk about this right now.

“About what you said to Ashido, I . . “

“How much did you hear?” You had to know, it was eating you alive.

“Um well, a lot of it”

SHIT! Red alert! He knows, I repeat, he knows you like him.

“Oh yea right” you awkwardly giggled. “That was um, just uh. . . “

“All right class, let’s get started” All might interrupted.

“Today we will be working on close combat. You will all be in groups of two and we will take turns one at a time, so your classmates can observe and critique your work.”

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Thankfully Heroics went by smoothly after your little, but very awkward, conversation with Izuku.

You didn’t speak to him the next day at school either. You didn’t know what to say and you were terrified of what he would say about what he heard. Others had noticed too, it was odd that you two weren’t holding hands or had your arms linked let alone not looked at each other.

Once you headed back to the dorms you spent the entire afternoon in your room just like the day before. Midoriya even tried to talk to you. He knocked on the door and asked if he could come in but you said you were in the middle of an assignment. Which was a lie and he knew it because you had finished all your work during free period. You were just too scared to even look at him let alone talk to him.

You didn’t leave your room until Sero came and practically dragged you downstairs for movie night.

You heard a knock on your door and prayed it wasn’t Izuku. “Hey y/n, it’s Sero”

You sighed and got up from your bed to open the door, “Hey.” He saw your tired eyes, “are you ok?”

You realized he saw right through you and replied “yea I’m good just kinda freaked out about something,” His face fell and filled with worry, “do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really, its kinda personal and embarrassing, you replied.

Sero knew not to push you. You tended to have a hard time opening up and if he kept asking you would end up never telling him, or anyone at all. “Oh ok, but if you ever wanna talk I’m all ears,” he sympathized. “Wait, I almost forgot the whole reason I came up here. We’re gonna start the movie soon.”

Crap. You completely forgot it was Friday, and Friday was movie night. Where everyone sits in the common room and watches a movie. The movie night where you cuddled with your best friend on the couch every week. The best friend that you have a crush on. The same best friend that now knows that you like him, and might like you back but you're still not sure because there is no proof.

“Ummm ya know I don’t think I can make it to movie night I have a lot of work to do” you lied.

“But didn’t you finish all your work during your free period? Remember you put your feet on the desk when you were done and Iida scolded you for descracing school property.” He replied.

Damn, he was there for that?

“Oh Yea, so I guess I am free,” you said with a fake cheery attitude as you fumbled with your bracelets. You grabbed your phone, turned off the lights and followed Sero down to the common room.

Once you two reached the living room you noticed that everyone was seated ready to play the film. There were two empty spaces to sit. One of them was right between Midoryia and Jiro. You couldn’t sit next to him and cuddle for the next two hours without your brain exploding. You tried to go to the other vacant seat but sadly, Sero beat you to it.

You had no other choice. You slowly made your way to the couch and plopped down in the empty spot as the movie started. You crisscrossed your legs and played with your bracelets again. Midoryia took note of this, he knew you always played with your jewelry when you were scared or anxious. He leaned to your ear and whispered “Hey, are you ok?”

You didn’t look him in the eye. “Yea I’m good”

You hated lying to him but you couldn’t gain the courage to talk to him.

He leaned over to whisper in your ear again. “By the way, Mina was right. I do like you back.”

This was now the second time today that you felt your heart stop. You turned your head to face him. You were inches apart. “Promise?” You asked.

“I Promise.”

You both smiled as your cheeks turned pink. You leaned into him and wrapped your arms around his waist as he put his arm around you and pulled your closer.

He kissed the top of your head, “I missed this.” It may sound cheesy, but your insides felt like they were filled with butterflies.

“I missed this too”

Over on the other side of the couch a smug looking Mina whispered to Jiro, “I knew it.”

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bestiesenpai · 3 years

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Study buddy - Choso

Where oh where can I find a Choso-nii to help me with my studies? Where oh wherefore art thou? Femme reader, 2.1k words

Content warnings: incest, that’s it

“I don’t get it!” You whined loudly to yourself, almost to the point of tears as you sit at the dining table, frustration mounting the longer you stare at the screen of your laptop. There’s too many assignments that you need to finish, too many tests you need to study for - it’s all too much.

“What’s wrong?” As you throw your head into your hands, Choso comes around the corner, having heard your small shout. Looking over the table, swamped with textbooks and stacks of papers, his heart breaks a little for you.

“Go away, Choso-nii.” With your forehead pressed against the table, you don’t have the heart to sit up and look at your older brother.

“Not until you look at me, tell me what’s going on.” Smoothing a large hand across your back, he tried to nudge you to turn to him.

“You wouldn’t get it.” He’d never attended university, having gotten a job as soon as he could to help support the family. It wasn’t like you doubted his intellect, but this issue was out of his range.

He pushed and he pulled, but try as he might Choso couldn’t get you to look at him. He could see the angry scribbles on your notebook pages and the way your breathing was slightly laboured as if you were holding back tears. He didn’t want to push you too hard but he didn’t want you to wallow.

“Get up.” He was wrapping his arms around your middle before you could fully comprehend what it is he wanted, and soon you were forced out of your chair and sat back down onto his lap.

“Lemme go.” Your head still hung low, hands covering your face so you wouldn’t have to look at him and his pitying expression. Choso shook his head, resting his own forehead against your shoulder and squeezing you.

“Is it school? Do you want to take a break?”

“No.” You replied immediately, shrugging his head off and grabbing your pencil again. “I can’t, I have a lot to do.” Forcing yourself to scribble down some more words, you ignored the silence and the sigh that followed from Choso.

“But you’re upset, why don’t you-”

“Just stay out of it!” You snapped, clearly not in the mood to be coddled. Choso wasn’t used to you snapping at him like this and it showed in the shocked raise of his brows.

“Baby girl calm down.” Although he said it softly, there was an underlying edge to his tone. Choso shifted you on his lap, drawing you further up his legs and securing you more tightly in his arms.

“M’not a baby.” You mumbled back, instantly regretting how you spoke to him. All Choso ever did was try and help you, try and make your life just a bit easier; it wasn’t fair to him for you to act this way.

“You’re my baby.” Giving you a kiss on the back of your neck, Choso settled his chin on your shoulder. “Now, are you going to take a break?” He expected it when you shook your head no. “Will you let me help you then?”

“I don’t know, nii-chan...this kind of stuff might be too hard for you.” Handing him one of the pages of homework you had, you bit your lip as he read over it. Choso didn’t exactly have the best track record with schooling, often skipping classes to pick up odd jobs or just to sleep the day away.

“We can work on it together.” Putting it back on the table, Choso plucked the pencil out of your hands and started scribbling down what he thought was the right answer.

“Choso-nii, wait! Not like that!”

“Hm, no?” Cracking a smile, he began to tickle your sides as you snatched the pencil back. “Then how should I do it? Like this?”

“S-stop!” You shouted, giggles forcibly rising from your chest. Desperately trying to grab his fingers and hold them away from your sides, you had no choice but to laugh and squirm helplessly.

After a few minutes he relented, handing you back the pencil and letting you catch your breath. A soft smile stayed on his face as he noticed your mood had improved just from him tickling you, the hard crease in your brow and the frown tugging at your lips were gone now.

“Tell me what you’re working on here.” Gesturing toward your laptop, he saw an abundance of open tabs and a slideshow that was barely started.

“That’s one of my finals, I have to make a presentation.” Slumping against Choso’s chest, you huffed indignantly. Humming to himself, Choso clicked through a few of the tabs. He wasn’t familiar with the subject you were presenting on at all, but surely he could help a little bit?

“Let's work on this one first then, it seems to be giving you the most trouble.”

“They’re all giving me trouble.” Pushing your face into the side of his neck, you didn’t try to stop Choso from tidying up your workspace, tucking papers away into folders and pushing unneeded textbooks away.

Just having the table clear of all the daunting assignments was enough to make a slight weight lift off your shoulders. With no visual clutter, things in your mind slowly started to calm down. From your position leant against Choso, you explained the presentation as simply as possible. He flipped through more tabs as you spoke, reading and falling silent except for a few hums.

“I bet we could get a rough draft done by tonight.” He murmured.

“You think so?” His words gave you a little hope, and the reassuring hug he gave your middle even more.

“With a little sister as smart as you? I know so.” Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he nodded confidently. He smiled when you smiled at the compliment, taking a hand and rubbing up and down your arm. “Let’s get started.”

As the two of you began to work, both diligently reading over the material, Choso’s hands started to wander. Both arms slid from around your waist, one going to rest around your hips as the other settled just under the hem of your shirt.

“What do you think about putting that quote here?” He whispered, pointing to the screen briefly before putting his hand back, letting his fingers creep up a little under your shirt.

“I could try it.” Unaffected by his hand, you typed away on the keyboard. As you breathed, Choso’s hand pushed up under your shirt entirely, hot palm resting on your stomach. Your hands faltered for a moment, but you didn’t say anything.

Silently typing, you tried to ignore Choso’s hand now fully resting just below your breasts. His hand was stopped by the bra you had on, but not for long. Pressing a kiss onto your cheek, he fully tugged down your bra.

“Nii-chan…” A whining protest was on the tip of your tongue, fingers beginning to curl around his wrist and pull his hand away.

“Sshh, don’t worry about what I’m doing. Focus on your work.” Gently twisting your nipple between his fingers, Choso flicked his chin toward the screen. Biting your lip and nodding your head, you did as he said. He was being nice enough to help you with your homework, it was only fair to let him have this.

Lightly massaging your breast, Choso still managed to be helpful and give critiques, aptly splitting his focus between fondling your chest and helping build the presentation. With soft fingers, he worked both nipples to full hardness and watched as they pebbled and peaked under the fabric of your shirt.

“Choso-nii, here too.” Spreading your legs for him, Choso lets you pull his hand from your shirt and down to your bottoms, past the waistband and over your panties. There’s a good amount of slick built up between your legs, seeping into the fabric of your panties and marking them with a large wet patch.

With his other hand taking the spot on your breast, Choso pushes his hand into your panties. Your legs are thrown open wide for him, body completely relaxed against his as you let him do whatever he wants.

Tapping your clit with his middle finger, Choso chuckles under his breath at the reflexive twitches in your legs. He can’t help but do it a few more times until you let out a whine and wiggle your hips for him.

Circling the swollen bud with the tip of his finger, the high moan that leaves your throat is music to his ears and when he presses down on it more firmly, your thighs immediately snap shut on his hand.

“Excited?” Choso teases in your ear, watching as you shamefully reopen your legs. Rubbing your clit with two fingers now, he can feel your hole clenching around nothing. With how much of your juices are on his fingers, it’s easy for them to slip down and press against it.

Steadily pumping his fingers in and out, Choso worked his fingers down to the knuckle, resting his palm snugly against your pelvis and grazing your clit. You’d fully given up on even pretending to still be working, fully laying on Choso as your hands gripped his sleeves.

Drawing his fingers out, Choso began to slowly thrust his fingers in and out, a soft clapping sound of his palm hitting you beginning to sound throughout the room.

“Shit, Choso!” You gasp loudly when his thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in tandem with the motion of his fingers. Your thighs threaten to close in on his hand again, quivering on his lap and fighting to stay open.

Soon your hips are bucking up to meet his fingers, quiet pants falling from your mouth and landing on the side of his face. Clutching your breast tightly in his hand, Choso grinds his thumb on your clit, getting a wave of endorphins himself just from hearing you moan.

You quickly lose the battle of trying to keep your legs spread, nearly fully clamping down on his hand and rendering it immobile. Choso doesn’t mind though, he welcomes whatever reactions you have to him and his touch. All he wants to do is make his little sister happy.

“Are you going to cum?” Swallowing thickly around the words, he breaks out into a silly grin when you nod drunkenly. His wrist and hand are starting to cramp up and the muscles in his arm are beginning to burn, but Choso refuses to slow down even a fraction.

“N-nii-chan, please!” Screwing your eyes closed, you arch your back hard, breath coming out shorter and shorter as your orgasm approaches. It’s unclear to both of you what you’re asking for, but you both know it’s not to stop.

“That’s it baby girl, cum nice and hard for me.” Kissing any part of your face he can reach, Choso’s hand doesn’t stop when you let out a loud moan and your cunt spasms around him. He certainly doesn’t stop as your feet stamp against the floor, the pleasure overwashing your senses almost too much for you to handle. He almost can’t bring himself to stop when your body goes slack and you whine at him to stop, the pleasure turning into pain.

Slipping his hand from your bottoms, Choso stares at his fingers covered in your sticky release. There’s thin strands that spread and break when he pulls apart his fingers and the heady musk that comes from them tastes just as good as it smells.

Slowly fixing your clothes and straightening your back, you fully turn over your shoulder to Choso and kiss him as he pulls his fingers out of his mouth. You can smell and taste a hint of yourself on his lips, his tongue just barely darting out to swipe at yours.

“I think that was a good break, don’t you?” Choso whispers as he breaks the kiss, giving you a quick kiss on the nose before fully pulling away. He takes a mental picture of the blissed out look on your face and the way an easy, dopey smile spreads on your face.

“Yeah.” Nodding, you lean forward and kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks, nii-chan.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” Helping you readjust your position on his lap, Choso feels his heart swell at knowing he helped you relax, made you feel nice and happy as any good caring older brother should. Pulling your laptop closer, Choso reopened the presentation and skimmed the last few words you’d written. “Now, let’s get back to work, alright?”

#tw: incest #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #choso #choso x reader #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines

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kakashiswilloffire · 3 years

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STEAM, not STEM

ao3

word count: 1.6k

kabuto x sai, college au, enemies to lovers ish, same age au

this is my first server collab with @konoblog-simps! the prompt was college au for august, and you can see the rest of the multifandom fics and artwork here!

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As a biochemistry major focused on pharmaceuticals with a five year plan included finishing this undergrad degree, moving across the country for a masters in organic chemistry, then likely moving again for a doctorate in organic, along with four internships along the way, so that he could become a renowned creator of antianxiety medications, he was pretty confident in his knowledge. There was nothing a chemistry professor could ask that he couldn’t answer. Calculus came to him as a breeze. His psychology courses presented absolutely no challenge to him. Statistics, courses in professionalism and building his portfolio, and meetings with potential employers never caused him to break a sweat.

This fucking art class might kill him, though.

He had resented for years that humanities courses were required in science degree paths. It was his junior year and he had fought with his advisor for the past four semesters before finally giving in and agreeing to take a class on charcoal sketching. There was no way he would be caught dead in the hugely popular pottery class taught by the blond professor with tattoos of mouths on the back of his hands. Nor would he voluntarily take any basic introductory course in drawing or painting.

That was how he found himself in an advanced charcoal techniques course, prepared to blow through a handful of drawings and easily earn high marks.

However, in a class size of eight, he was drawing attention for the wrong reasons.

To start, the others all seemed to know each other from previous courses, which immediately made him the outsider. To make matters worse, the professor greatly preferred their work to his own. A part of him couldn’t blame the man who insisted he be called Tenzo rather than by any title or honorific. His drawings were definitely in a different style to the rest of the class, and it was a style that didn’t seem to be changing or improving as the weeks passed.

It wouldn’t be so frustrating if it wasn’t the first thing he had ever tried that was proving to be a struggle. As if that wasn’t enough to deal with, the asshole in the front row seemed to take to charcoal like breathing.

On the first day, when Tenzo had gone over the syllabus, he had also made them all introduce themselves and play a get to know you game. They all pretended that it wasn’t for Kabuto’s benefit. Fu and Torune had begun, making a point of making physical contact with each other the whole time they spoke, though he had never seen Torune take off his gloves. The had tuned most of the others out as they spoke, noting Shin seemed decent enough, though he’d prefer if the man stopped coughing for more than a moment. What grated him to no end was the final person to speak.

Sai.

He spoke with a fake smile plastered across his face, eyes closed and voice dripping with confidence. He listed his credentials off without any thought, and it infuriated him that the list of accomplishments and certifications rivaled the length of his own. Sai listed his specialty in art as black and white realism, and his preferred medium as painting, though he was looking forward to learning more about charcoal. From there, he had turned to Kabuto with that same overly-relaxed smile and offered:

“Your turn, flash cards.”

The familiarity rubbed him the wrong way and he had been irritated with him ever since. What made it worse was that Sai was actually really good in the course. He hadn’t been lying about his skill in realism—anything he rendered looked like it was about to run off the page. He seemed to prefer birds, in all species, but every individual feather breathed and flowed and he never got the black dust accidentally smudged on his paper. In fact, he never got the dust anywhere. Kabuto always left the class covered in black smears on his skin, clothing, and bag, and there would always be some hidden patch of charcoal that he never found until he showered that night.

It infuriated him to no end that this shallow jerk who modelled his personality around whoever he was with was also, genuinely, so much better than him at this class that he desperately needed to pass.

Midterm grades had come back the other day and a vein had nearly popped out of his forehead when he saw the disastrously low score. Tenzo had noted that he saw improvement between this and where Kabuto had began the class, but it was still not on level with the rest of the class and where he would need to be in preparation for the next level pastels course. Apparently, it didn’t matter that he wouldn’t be taking the next level course. If he didn’t pass this course with a reasonably high grade, his scholarship sponsor, Orochimaru, would be furious. Risking the scholarship not being renewed meant risking the entire five year plan, and for that—

He’d have to suck it up.

“Hey, Sai?” he asked, forcing himself to keep his tone level. Admitting weakness was not his strength and he had no intention of making this a habit.

The crop top wearer glanced up from the hyper-realistic sheet of mice that he was effortlessly rendering. “Ah, Kabuto,” he said, the same smile from before falling across his face. “Lovely weather we’re having, isn’t it?”

He gritted his teeth, then forced his jaw to relax. “The rain we’ve had all week? Sure, Sai.” He pulled up a stool, settling in to the easel next to him. “I wanted to ask you a question.”

Sai nodded, not pausing his movement as he gave life to a mouse’s tail. “My answer is yes.”

Kabuto blinked. Was asking for help really this simple? “You’re willing to tutor me for the final?”

That caused Sai to hesitate, tilting his head slightly to the side. After a beat, he replied “I suppose I could do that. You appear to be capable of learning how to improve your questionable techniques.”

Ignoring the dig, he pressed on. “I would appreciate that. Tenzo said that my linework is improving but my shading is still not where it needs to be. Something about being more mindful of my light sources.”

“I agree with his analysis,” Sai said, continuing on his sketch. “Your grasp of line weight is abysmal, which is a step up from your initial attempt, which was horrific. Your shading on our last assignment, the brickwork, was essentially nonexistent. All of your pieces so far have had at least four light sources that have no apparent source. It’s clear from your work that you have no regard for art and no passion for creation at all.”

He delivered the critique without halting a single graceful stroke on his canvas. There was no malice in his tone, and he said the words almost pleasantly, despite the cutting content.

“I am willing to teach you more technique and skill so that Tenzo is able to assign you a passing grade in this course. However, I do not believe you are capable of being an artist or creating anything of value in the world as you currently are.”

Kabuto froze. He had only meant to ask for a few tips, not to be dragged for all he was worth in this godforsaken art course. How dare this arrogant prick think he was incapable of creation?

He gripped his charcoal stick so tightly in his fist that it crumbled. “Listen, inky. Just because I’m focused in science doesn’t mean I can’t create anything meaningful. My goal is to be a pharmaceutical chemist, to create medications to change people’s lives. Just because I can’t draw some fucking—I don’t know, a fucking rat or a bowl of fruit or whatever, doesn’t make you better than me. So fuck off with that.”

Sai smirked, his eyes closing in his familiar pattern. “I never implied anything about our worth relative to each other. But I do think that it’s cute that you’re concerned about appearing to be less than me. That will create an excellent motivation for self-improvement for both of us in our relationship.”

The light caught Kabuto’s glasses, a white reflection flashing across the lenses. “We don’t have a relationship.”

Finally, Sai put his rectangle of charcoal down on the easel and sat up. “Do we not? What was the intent of your original question to me?”

Kabuto spluttered. “What do you mean? I came up and asked if you’d help me with the final and you said yes, then you were an ass.”

It was now Sai’s turn to blink. “You said that you had a question for me. I replied that my answer was yes. As a result, we are now boyfriends.” He wiped his fingers on a handkerchief hanging on the corner of his easel. “Was your question you intended to ask me not if I would be interested in a romantic relationship with you?”

He flushed a deep red. Sai was attractive, that was undeniable, but that was not how this encounter was meant to go. Romance was not in the five year plan. “I—”

“Just do it,” sighed Tenzo, sitting at his desk with his head in his hands. “For the love of God, both of you, stop staring at each other and bickering and just go out, would you?”

Sai smiled, the classic closed-eye smile that looked more genuine each time he did it. “Thank you, Tenzo.”

Kabuto was confused, but in order to learn the skills he needed to pass this class, he’d need to go along with the game. Without another word, he reached out and took Sai’s hand. Might as well give it a shot, right?

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chosenkeepersworld · 4 years

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Starpath Guild

Original Work Word Count: 5,545 words Date Posted: 09/30/20 Author’s Note: Requested by the lovely @tairano8! This is the first time I’ve tried writing Sci-Fi so I hope this goes well since I wasn’t able to do a lot of research. Much of what I wrote here was inspired by Star Trek and Final Space. This work is unbeta’d but I hope you’ll all enjoy it. I’m always trying to improve my writing so critique is welcome!

“Captains Bandit and Shadow please report to Commander Snowball’s Office. I repeat Captains Bandit and Shadow please report to Commander Snowball’s Office" the voice over the PA system announced.

Two figures walked down the hall of their guild's headquarters. On the left was an anthropomorphic cat, in his early adulthood. His fur was reminiscent of a tuxedo, dark fur spread from the tips of his ears down his back all the way down to his tail, while white fur began in a thin line between his eyes trailing down to his feet. His sharp blue eyes strayed to the other cats in the hall, mainly the ladies winking at them as he walked by.

His companion was a little shorter and leaner, black fur covering him from head to toe, those same eyes staring down their path with a scowl on his face. He was clearly the more serious of the two.

Both males, despite their differences, were highly respected officers of the Starpath Exploration Guild.

They were told to wait when they arrived. Once seated Bandit entertained himself with his phone causing Shadow to glare at him.

"Really?"

Bandit raised his head "What?"

"He'll be calling us in soon, the least you could do is look presentable" Shadow sneered

The other male sighed then leaned forward “Will you relax? You’re uptight, all the time, you make people tense every time you’re in the room which is probably why no one likes you”

Shadow’s eyes narrow, his pupils narrowing “At least I’ve never embarrassed myself or my superiors in a critical meeting”

Bandit scoffed “It’s only happened a few times, and the worst punishment I’ve ever gotten was a suspension. I only have one strike left before something happens to actually damage my career” he leaned back staring seriously at the male in front of him “But despite all that I’m still a captain and I do my work well”

"You do the barest minimum if there ever was one" Shadow scoffed

"At least I have nothing to prove, runt" Bandit sneered

Shadow's pupils quickly turned to slits, and his body tensed. His eyes narrowed at his brother, a low growl built in his chest a clear sign of his agitation.

But before either of the two could do anything more, the secretary lifted her head smiling and clearly unaffected by the aggressive display. "The Commander is ready to see you now"

Both males stood up, Bandit walked in first followed by Shadow. Commander Snowball stood by the wide window behind his desk, his back to them. The first time someone meets Snowball, they wouldn't think too much of him, He was a little shorter than the average height of their species, and his fur and coloring, reminiscent of white, fluffy felines with grumpy faces, didn't help his case.

But he worked his way up, and was now considered one of the most respected highly ranked officers in the Guild.

He turned to them, his poofy tail swishing behind him, and assessed both males standing before him. Shadow was who people would consider the more professional of the two but it was also clear to his superiors that Shadow was a little reclusive and eager to prove his worth. While being a runt did not limit one’s prospects, the stigma of being one followed them even to adulthood.

And then there was Bandit, charismatic, loyal, brave and impulsive. One brother knew how to follow orders and protocol while the other had a tendency to run all over the place and do what he liked.

“Please seat” Snowball offered before sitting down as well.

Once both males were seated the Commander began speaking “As you both know I haven’t been as active here at the Guild or on explorations. I’ve been getting on in age and I’ve been missing my family which is why I will be retiring next year.” he watch as the two brother exchanged a look of surprise but the older feline continued on “The rules state that I need to find my replacement” Snowball paused watching the implications of that statement sink in “And I want one of you to be my successor’

Bandit let out a laugh before standing up “Commander I would be honored to be your successor and might I say sir your judgement is absolutely-"

"Sit down, boy." The Commander said, giving him a look "and enough with the brown nosing. I do not have an official successor and if the higher up had not pressured me to pick I would have retired in peace"

"But no, they want me to pick someone and make sure they do the job right before I leave."

Shadow leaned forward "What exactly are you saying, Commander?"

Snowball sighed "I never wanted to pick a successor because it might cause disturbances between the other captains but they gave me no other options and told me to pick two candidates and I did."

"And how will they decide who takes over from you?" Bandit moved forward smiling coyly

Snowball narrowed his eyes at the monochrome furred male "A retrieval crew went to pick up an artifact that was discovered last week but they haven't come back. So I proposed that whoever brought the crew and artifact back may have the position but the welfare of the crew and the safety of the artifact are priority."

Shadow opened his mouth to speak again but was surprised when Bandit leaped from his seat and lunged toward the door.

“Bandit, sit down” Snowball thundered, causing the black and white cat to flinch, his ears dropping and returning to his seat.

The Commander gave a long suffering sigh and glared at Bandit “Neither of you are allowed to leave until morning, so you both have an equal chance at getting there first." He looked directly at Bandit as he said this "We'll also be giving you the coordinates of the planet the ship landed on. After all you won't be able to find the crew and the artifact without it right, Bandit?"

The male blushed under his fur "Yes, sir"

"May the best captain and crew win”

"Since we'll be traveling tomorrow, shouldn't you be taking it easy with the drinking?" Ginger pointed out as Bandit drowned another shot. He wiped his mouth and grinned at her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder the orange furred feline shivered at his closeness but Bandit did not notice.

"Ginger" he started "Ginger, Ginger Ginger '' he went on saying her name again and again but never really saying anything else. Normally she liked it when he said her name and when he was making sense but all he was doing now was babbling her name.

“You are the most reliable, hard working and nurturing feline I know and there is no one I would want more as my second in command” Ginger shivered, she also liked it when he praised her “but you need to relax” she crossed her arms and glared at him.

“I’m just concerned”

Bandit grinned at her, his tail brushing up against her arm causing her to squeak and lean away

“Bandit!” she hissed, even as her fur stood straight.

The male only chuckled in response then grinned when he spotted a group of females enter the club then whispered to the bartender. Ginger turned to where her Captain was looking and saw the females, she rolled her eyes. Even after so many years together she still wasn’t used to his tomcat ways, he was always on the lookout for the next female to catch his interest...even though there was already a strong, level-headed female right under his nose.

Ginger shook those thoughts from her head. She turned to talk to Bandit again but he was already headed toward the group of new arrivals, carrying a tray of drinks. She grimaced before turning back to order her first and last drink of the night before going to bed.

"Ladies" Bandit purred as he approached the group "Please take these drinks as a welcome to the best club in town and as a sign for an amazing night" he finished with, in his opinion, a charming smile. The females giggled and each took a drink from the tray until there was one left, he stared at the left over drink sure that he counted right.

Someone cleared their throat behind him, he turned to see a short female, her white fur gleaming under the light, her hazel eyes wide with delight "Good evening Captain Bandit" she greeted cheerfully.

"Patch" he gave a nervous laugh, glancing around to see if his brother was with her "Surprising to see you here"

She giggled "My Captain isn't here, he's in his quarters resting for tomorrow's journey" she shrugged "I came to hang out with my friends since I won't be seeing them for a while but I won't be staying too long either. I have to make my Captain proud" she sighed, dreamily.

Even a blind person could tell that Patch had a thing for Bandit's brother, well except for Shadow apparently. Both brothers entered the guild at the same time, went through training at the same time and joined the guild at the same time. It had been some time since then, which meant the two Captains had been with their crews for a while too.

And Patch's feelings for Bandit's brother had only grown since then, but Shadow's work ethic prevented him from noticing.

Bandit shook his head "What you see in him as a potential mate I will never understand" he muttered.

She looked up at him, her eyes narrowed and her pupils thinned into slits "You just don't understand him" she said, crossing her arms.

The male snorted "I'm his brother, what is it about him that you know more than I do?"

There was a lot to say about Shadow in Patch's opinion and she opened her mouth to give Bandit a piece of her mind but she heard her name being shouted at from across the club, she suddenly remembered what she was supposed to be doing tonight.

The female took a deep breath to calm herself down, she always got riled up when Shadow was involved. She sighed and gave him a look that made him tense, she said her last words to him for the night before joining her friends.

"So much, Bandit. There is so much about him you do not know."

Sleep eluded Bandit as Patch's voices echoed in his mind throughout the night all through the morning. The dual colored male plopped down in his Captain's chair, his coffee sloshing in his cup.

"Rough night, Cap?" his navigator, Leo, chuckled as he came in.

"Just had trouble sleeping Leo"

The rest of his crew slowly streamed in, when Ginger came in Bandit immediately straightened in his chair.

She regarded him "Captain" she greeted coolly then went off to her station.

He turned his head to survey the deck, when everyone was accounted for he sat back "Comms" he called out to his officer "Set?"

"Affirmative" was her response

He called out to his officers on deck and all responded positively.

"Affirmative, Captain. We just received the last SOS call the retrieval crew gave before the Guild lost them" Leo related the coordinates to his partner, the helmsman

Bandit grinned "Excellent. Let's be on our way"

Their ship rumbled to life and took off.

Their destination was a planet a short distance away from their own solar system. There was still time before they reached their destination, this allowed Bandit to check on the rest of his ship and to check on his brother's whereabouts.

He quietly made his way back to the deck, and spotted Ginger at her station typing away at her pad the male grinned and snuck up behind her.

"How may I help you, Captain?" she asked, not turning around when he opened his mouth to scare her.

Bandit grimaced "Aw you ruined it"

She chuckled and lifted her head, there was a small smile on her lips "I've been your First Officer for years, Bandit. I know you" she teased lightly

Something warm fluttered in Bandit's chest as he took in her smile and the rare playful look in her eyes. She caught his gaze "What's that look for?"

He scratched the back of his neck "I know this is not the best time but I just needed to let you know..."

Ginger straightened "Let me know what?"

He took a deep breath to steady his rising nerves then chickened out "Join me for dinner and I'll tell you"

She stared at his retreating form, mouth agape ‘What?” she whispered under her breath.

Bandit headed for his communications officer, he then checked in his brother's location and coordinates. The dual colored male face twisted in displeasure, Shadow was ahead of him, much closer to the planet they crew was stranded than Bandit's crew

At this rate Shadow would get there first and get back first then the prize would be his. Bandit's mouth pulled back baring his teeth, he would not lose to his runt of a brother.

They finally neared the planet, Calthenox, they could see the dark clouds surrounding the planet as well as Shadow's ship. Bandit's eyes narrowed, the fur on his tail standing up.

He collected the team joining him for retrieval then stalked out of the room.

Leo gave a low whistle as he took in the planet's environment and atmosphere "Geez, this place looks…"

"Absolutely depressing?" Bandit supplied

Leo chuckled, his green eyes lighting up "Yeah, that's one word for it" he then turned to the other two currently huddled together, the Communications Officer, Bud and the Medical Officer, Daffodil. Daffodil's poofy cream colored fur ruffled in the breeze, a shiver going down her spine.

Leo grinned "Cold, Daff?"

The poofy feline rolled her eyes "Hardly" but looked out to the distant and barren wasteland "But thereI'm something unsettling out here is something about this place that makes me uneasy” she then turned to Bandit “We should get moving, the sooner we find the crew the sooner we can get out of here”

“She’s right, we need to find them first. Leo, how are the readings you set up earlier?”

“Well” Leo then typed out something on his pad then a hologram of the planet appeared “since the ship landed around this area “ he pointed to a point south of where they were “the crew would have salvaged what they could have from the crash and then looked for some kind of shelter especially if there was anyone injured. My best bet is that they found a cave perhaps, but it would have to have be close by"

"So head to the crash site then we'll probably figure out which way they went?" Bud grunted with approval

"All right team, let's go!"

They had brought transport bikes to get themselves to their destination and as they neared it, they could see a transport shuttle by the crash site causing Bandit to speed up upon the site of his brother by the downed ship.

The taller male brought his bike to a screeching halt. The dark furred male’s ears were flat against his skull, trying to block out the sound. He scowled at Bandit who swaggered towards him and his two crew members that Bandit did not recognize.

Bandit smirked “Well, well lookie who it is, widdle Shadow and his widdle crew”

The runt’s scowl deepened and the two members glared at him, Patch came around from the back of the wreckage, her ears perked up with curiosity.

"What's going on?" Patch asked joining the group, she then caught sight of the expressions on her fellow crew members' faces as well the deepened scowl on her Captain's. The feline's eyes turned Bandit's way, her fur standing on end "What did you do?" she hissed.

The male at his brother's left opened his mouth to answer but Shadow raised his hand, effectively keeping his crew member from speaking.

"What he said is no longer of importance. We have what we came for." Shadow began walking back to the shuttle, but then his ears swiveled around, causing the other to pause as well.

A figure walked slowly towards them, his tattered brown cloak fluttering in the breeze. It was difficult to get a good look at whoever was underneath but if the walking stick was any indication there person underneath was either old or injured.

The cloaked figure stumbled, causing Shadow and crew, as well as Daffodil, to rush over as quickly as they could. Shadow reached him just as he fell over and as he did, the hood of his cloak fell back. Bandit quickly came over to them and balked in surprise when he saw the figure's face.

He was young, very young, dirt and blood all over his oddly soft features. The young boy had long blonde fur, looking over the young boy Bandit noted that he was also quite short.

"Man, this kid must be super young. He's super small" Bandit mused aloud.

Shadow paused, his face scrunching up and looked up the his older brother with an incredulous look "He's a she, you idiot"

Bandit was taken aback and made to respond but the young woman's eyes fluttered open, her amber eyes flickered to each of their faces then tensed, her ears stood up alert.

They young feline sat up abruptly and scrambled backwards causing both males to hold up their hands, palms outward, to show her that they were not a threat. She stopped at a good distance from them taking a good look at the strangers before her, she shifted into a crouch, wincing but ready to take off in case any of them came at her.

"Please, let us help, we mean you no harm I swear" Patch said, slow and calm, taking unnoticeable steps while keeping her hands free and up.

The stranger's eyes shifted to each one of them, before relaxing her posture, her legs finally tweaked and she fell into sitting position.

Daffodil and Patch quickly moved to help the young female up, aiding her as they moved to shuttle.

The brothers shared a look, whoever this female may be, she would be the key to the result of this rescue.

Her names was Hazel, and she was part of the retrieval crew, much of the crew were injured when they crashed and due to the loss of their ship's loss, the world's hostile environment and scarce resources many of the crew succumbed to their injuries, some of the others never returned from scavenging. One by one the crew either died or disappeared until Hazel remained.

The brothers were hunched over together, whispering about themselves. "The safety of the crew come first, Ban" Shadow insisted

"We're getting her checked out but afterwards we need to know where she and the rest of the crew were hiding out. We can't just leave their bodies there" or the artifact the bigger male added silently

"Good point," Shadow said, nodding. They sat quietly for a moment but Bandit couldn't help but stare when a slow smile spread across his face. His brother's ear twitched when Shadow chuckled "I still can't believe you thought she was a boy" Bandit blinked before giving out a loud laugh " It honestly didn't come to mind that we'd see some little girl running around a place like this" he looked towards the the med bay, where Hazel was sitting on the examination table, feet kicking light and tail swishing softly as she talked rather animatedly to Daffodil.

“She kind of reminds me of Luna” Shadow admitted to him "It's impressive that she's lasted so long…" he trailed off, his eyes losing focus as he lost himself in his thoughts.

At the mention of one of their sisters, Bandit instantly felt guilt. The older male had not been home since the accident that caused Bandit to join the Space Exploration Guild in the first place. He had not seen his sisters and younger brothers since, he often wondered how they were now. Bandit had wanted to ask Shadow about them for the longest time, but their rivalry strained their relationship to a point that neither of them could hold a civil conversation.

Shadow snapped out of his reverie and shot his older brother an apologetic smile. It was a rare moment of peace between them but both of them knew that despite their rocky relationship they would never be able to truly hate each other.

"Captains" a voice came up behind them breaking their moment. The masks both males wore slid back on, Shadow's stared at Bandit's communications officer with cool composure. "I hope I'm not interrupting"

Bandit forced out a grin "Of course not, Bud. Is everything alright?"

"Our science officer wanted to let you know that they're analyzing the drones they sent and should have the results shortly"

Bandit could feel his brother's gaze pinning him to his seat. The dual colored male thanked his officer and dismissed him then turned to dark furred male next to him "Brother-"

Shadow shoved away from the table where they sat " Please excuse me" he said, biting back a growl "There are some things I need to take care of in my ship" without anything else to say the young male stalked out of the room.

Slouching in his seat Bandit could only sigh in exasperation, running his paw down his face and his ears drooping.

“Ahem”

Bandit leaned his head back to see Hazel standing over him, a timid smile on her face “Hi, there”

“Oh!” Bandit quickly moved to stand “Ms. Hazel I trust that my crew has been taking care of you” he moved into a practiced stance, standing straight and smiling gently.

Hazel’s face brightened, her tail swishing behind her “They’ve all been very kind. It’s good to finally get some good food and not have to worry about dying from the elements” she laughed.

“Very good” he nodded

The rescued female turned her head clearly looking for someone “I thought I saw Captain Shadow here earlier”

Bandit rubbed the back of his neck “He just left”

Green eyes blinked at him “He’s your brother, correct? You don’t seem very close”

“We have a rather strained relationship, it comes with the whole older brother, younger brother dynamic.” He sat down suddenly feeling exhausted "Sometimes I just wish he backed down a little, he's always trying to prove he's better than me. It feels like I can never make my mark with him always in front"

She regarded him curiously "As an older brother you have a lot of responsibility, right? It only makes sense that you be acknowledged and appreciated for your efforts" she said into the seat next to him "If this rescue can do something for you and your career then why would you allow anyone to stand in the way of that?"

Wordlessly she stood up and went back to the Medical Bay, leaving Bandit to think on her words. A little while later Bandit leaves with a determined look on his face; Hazel watches through the glass doors of the Medical Bay and a smile spreads across her face.

A few hours later they were suited up again, ready to get the rest of the crew's remains and the artifact. To Bandit's knowledge it was only his crew that was going down there, with Hazel coming along of course. The feline was just doing what he needed to do, even if it meant that he and Shadow would never truly get along.

Hazel was right, this was opportunity for him. Why should Bandit let sentimentality hold him back?

"Bandit" Ginger called out softly as she approached him.

"Hey" he sighed, reaching behind him to tighten a doohickey on his suit. He spun around a few times trying to grab on to it. Ginger rolled her eyes and grabbed his shoulders "Hold still, dummy" she whispered before fixing his suit, Bandit held still as she did so.

"Thanks" he muttered

"No problem" she raised her head, surprised. Bandit lacked any of his usual bravado which, to Ginger at least, was very concerning .

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” she asked

"Nothing, it's just Shadow again"

Ginger raised an eyebrow "From the security tape it looked like you two were getting along pretty well" she said as she finished helping him.

He turned to narrow his eyes at her "Spying in people now, Ginger?"

"I'm just making sure both of you will make it back to bade" she crossed her arms "Now, what happened?"

Bandit explained it to her, their talk, their little moment as siblings, Shadow finding out about the drones and the things that Hazel told him after Shadow left. Ginger looked concerned after hearing Hazel's involvement.

"She seriously said that?" Ginger asked, disbelief all over her face.

"She was just being honest"

"You barely know her enough to take any advice she has to give" she pointed out.

"Strangers are unbiased!" He argued "at least it doesn't feel like she's holding me back" he muttered.

But Ginger still heard him, her ears stood up straight, the fur on her tail bristling and her pupils thinned into slits "Well excuse me, sir!" She growled, baring her teeth "All I'm trying to do is keep you from making decisions that you'll regret for the rest of your life!" she stomped away, her tail lashing out behind her "Since you don't seem to value my input as your friend, I'll gladly leave you to your idiocy!"

The automatic doors closed, cutting off Bandit's vision of the orange furred female. He turned to the rest of his crew, all looking uncomfortable and unable to look him in the eye.

Bandit let out an exasperated sigh "Let's just move out team"

Ginger watched from the control center as Bandit and his crew went back down. She watched the shuttle take off then picked up a Comm device "Hey Patch, it's Ginger. You have all the files on the missing crew, right? I need you to send them to me, I have a bad feeling"

With Bandit and his team, Hazel was able to show them the way back to the cave the retrieval crew used as shelter. Bud, Leo and Daffodil watched with displeasure as Hazel plaster herself to Bandit, who was too preoccupied to even notice. They eventually came at a fork in the road.

Hazel turned to each entrance "If I recall correctly the left tunnel leads to the artifact and we used the right tunnel as a place to set up camp.

"Why not just set up camp with the artifact?" Daffodil asked, her gaze narrowed on Hazel.

The young feline flashed her a smile "There wasn't enough room for all of us to fit so one of us would go there to make sure it was safe. We kept watch over the artifact on rotation, so everyone had a chance to rest." She explained "We also hid to be sure none of the scavengers would come in and take it "

Leo eyed Hazel cautiously "Captain let one of us accompany you and Hazel"

Hazel kept a smile on her face, but something dangerous fluttered in her eyes.

However Bandit did not notice but did allow Leo to join him and Hazel. The trio traversed the darkened cavern, the only light available came from the small flashlight on their suits. They were quiet while they walked, Bandit was much too preoccupied with his own thoughts to notice the quickly rising hostility between Leo and Hazel.

Bandit cautioned the others once they got close enough to the entrance of the artifact. They walked in slowly surveying the small room and relaxed when there was no else there.

“I hid the artifact behind those rocks before I left to scavenge more food” she turned to Leo “Help me out, would you?” Bandit’s navigator hesitated.

Bandit narrowed his eyes on the other male, his tail lashed out in irritation “Leo, do it. We’re wasting precious time”

Leo clenched his jaw and moved with Hazel towards the far corner of the room. As they did so, Bandit’s Comm rang, he reached up to take the call but before he could say anything Ginger was yelling in his ear.

He turned to face the wall trying to make sense of what Ginger was saying “Ginger, Ginger slow down and say that again?” He heard the female take a deep breath and repeated in the same urgent tone “Ginger is not who she says she is”

The dual colored male froze “Explain”

“I had Patch send over the retrieval team’s files and combed through the individual members. “ she paused to catch her breath “There was someone named Hazel on the team but when I looked at the photo, it was a completely different person. Whoever is with you right now is someone else”

Bandit opened his mouth to respond when he heard the charge of a blaster directly behind him. The male slowly turned to Hazel holding a downed Leo at gunpoint. She gave him a smile but there was a dark look in her eyes “Hang up, Captain. Unless you have replacement in mind for poor Leo here” the blaster lit up ready to fire.

"I have to go" Bandit said

"But Ban-" he cut her off when he hung up.

"Now, take them out and destroy them" 'Hazel' ordered

He glared and complied, his only means of communication now gone. She gave him more orders he was forced to comply with thus leaving him completely defenseless against any attack. Still, he had to find a way to get to Daffodil and Bud but first he had to get to his navigator.

She studied him and smirked "Don't bother trying to get to the others, the other members of our organization were waiting for them, they're either dead or captured"

Bandit's lips lifted into a snarl "Who the hell are you?"

She regarded him carefully "Let's just say that the organization I work for is...intent at righting the atrocities your Guild has committed over the years. It was ridiculous how easy it was to manipulate you with the wide eye, lost little kitten look." She smiled shaking her head "Gave me a real laugh. I honestly still can't believe how well our timing was" she paused for a moment, her ears standing at attention and her expression shifted into something that made Bandit' guts twist into knots.

She smiled again, but this one seemed crueler than the one before "Speaking of timing..."

Bandit's ears twitched, slow footsteps came from the tunnel, straining to look at who might be approaching.

He silently hoped it would be an ally, that way they would be at an advantage. The figure coming in their direction finally stepped into the dimly lit cavern to reveal Shadow's tense form, holding a blaster in the female's direction.

"Female, you are unidentified and in violation of the law. Unhand your weapon and release your hostages or else I will have to use force"

Bandit and the unknown female stared at him, his brother giving him an incredulous look before yelling out "You're seriously playing this by the book? Shadow, you idiot, this isn't the time!"

The black furred male glanced at his brother, anger rising in his eyes.

"I told you" 'Hazel' said quietly, the way she looked at Shadow made Bandit uneasy. She looked at him with a soft expression, it was a look of understanding, a look of compassion it was a look a friend and confidant may have when they see someone they care about struggling.

"I told you he didn't have any faith in you or the decisions you make. He doesn't think you're capable of handling this situation." She told him "Maybe you would have been able to talk me down and I would have come peacefully, no violence necessary"

"For the love of-, she's playing you!"

"Your talents are being wasted, Shadow. You have so much more to give to the world." she could see his resolve weakening, the tension leaving his body "Peace is your goal, isn't it? We can help you achieve that. The Guild has too many people with selfish agendas, using their power and resources for their own benefit, not for the benefit of minorities, not for those who need it most"

"Shadow-" Bandit started to speak but the female continued on "He" she gestured in his direction "is just like them. How many times has the Guild been like your brother? Taking things that don't belong to them and silencing those who are trying to succeed?"

Shadow turned his gaze away from the female to stare at his brother with anguished eyes, memories of all the horrible things Bandit had done as children, taking away opportunity after opportunity from his younger brother for his own benefit.

"Get rid of the weight, Shadow" she spoke softly "Free yourself"

The blaster lit up and the dark furred male whispered something to himself and fired.

#original story #unbeta'd #Starpath Guild #critique welcome #writing

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bssaz97 · 5 years

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Post RWBY AU: Training Pains Part 1

* I decided to make another post in this AU as I’m captivated by it at the moment. Hope you guys will like more of Rowan.*

There was a time in everyone’s life where all their hard work was rewarded with either victory, accomplishment, or satisfaction.

...Today wasn’t one of those days.

- Signal Academy, Training Room -

Rowan: Aaaahh! Oof!

Rowan was thrown across the stage and landed on the ring’s wall. A buzzer goes off signaling the end of a sparring match. A match Rowan lost.....again. With a grunt the young red head got up off the floor and picked up his practice scythe. The instructor, a older woman in her mid 60s with graying black hair. She walks to the center stage with a clip board and a smile on her face.

Mrs. Hutchison: Very good. Another excellent match for you Peri, you saw your opponent’s openings and you made swift advantage of them.

Peri: Thank you mam.

The young boy named Peri, who welded dual swords sheathed his weapon with a smile. When he looks at Rowan his friendly smile was replaced with a smug grin. This was his third match with Peri and boy did his fellow classmate loved holding that over his head. Like it was an accomplishment for him.

In front of instructors, Peri was an obedient and excelling student, but when they weren’t watching his personality changed and he had the tendency to act like a...what was that word Mr. Whitley would call people who are arrogant and rude...‘duckhead?’ Yeah something like that. Anyway, Peri was one of the top students in the class and had won five fights in the first month of his first year, three of which were against him. Peri made it a point to hold that over his head and call him a ‘second rate’ fighter and a huntsman wannabe. Well he wasn’t wrong about his fighting ability.

Rowan was not a bad student academically or physically during his first month at Signal, but he was ashamed to admit that he was...‘trash’ with a scythe. Rowan only wanted to be like his mom and started to train with a scythe but while training with her was good, it became apparent that he was not as making any progress with her teachings. What made today worse was that his aunt was overseeing the match from the back of the class. Something about being there for moral support but he had the suspicion that she had an alternative motive. Especially since she’s been eyeing Peri after he did a certain maneuver that flips him on his back.

Mrs. Hutchison: Rowan, Mr. Rowan!

Rowan: Huh?

Class:(Starts uproariously laughing)

Mrs. Hutchison: Well Rowan, have you been paying attention to what I was saying you would have heard that while you are an a quick to your feet against your opponent, you are lack skill in landing a hit on your opponent. Also your scythe technique is...less to be desired. I would suggest that you either spend time after school in the training room or change to another weapon choice.

Rowan: Thank you mam.

*Riiiiinnnnggg*

Mrs. Hutchison: Alright children remember that your other classes will begin their first exams in two weeks so it’s advisable to study for them. You’re all dismissed. Well, except you Mr. Rowan I need to have a brief word with you and your aunt in my office, if you would please. Your mother will also be here shortly.

Rowan: ....Yes mam.

- Mrs. Hutchison’s Office -

Ruby walks into the office of the older teacher and sees her sister and son there waiting for her to arrive.

Mrs. Hutchison: Ah Miss Rose thank you for coming it is a pleasure for you to join us today.

Ruby: Thank you Mrs. Hutchison, it’s good to see you too. Wish it was during different circumstances though. You said you had something to speak to me about Rowan’s performance in combat class?

Mrs. Hutchison: Yes, I’m afraid it’s not good news. You see Rowan here has lost three matches in the first month of the class since he started. While he is academically excelling in the lecture side of this class, I’m afraid that if he loses another match, he could be at risk of failing my class.

Ruby/Yang: What?!

Ruby: But I thought the total number of lost matches for a student to fail was five. There must be a mistake.

Mrs. Hutchison: I wish there was, and you are correct that the original number was five while you two were students was five. But the school changed that rule when the council amended new regulations to the combat school curriculum. Unfortunately, the changes that came saw fit to create more effective hunters by lessening the number of loss matches from five to three.

Yang: Create more eff-they want to make better hunters by increasing the chances of failing. That’s stupid!

Mrs. Hutchison: I agree, I tried to have Signal request a appeal for the amendment to be revoked or at least changed but I was out voted. I’ll be honest with you ladies, I don’t want to do this to your son, he is a very sweet boy, very honest and hardworking. However, if Rowan does not improve in his combat class it could cost him his grade for the first year.

Both Ruby and Yang look at each other, showing much concern about the situation. They would have to think of something if they wanted to help Rowan get through the first year.

Yang: When will his next match be?

Mrs. Hutchison: ...two weeks.

Ruby/Yang: *thinking* ‘Shit...’

- Rose Household -

Yang had given her scroll to Ruby to look at the footage she took from the fight and both watched how the fight went down. Ruby wanted to be supportive of her son in all things that he did, but this was particularly difficult to watch. Her maternal instincts were telling her that she should have prepared Rowan better from his training with her and Yang. However, her huntress side was critiquing on how her son had missed many of his attempted strikes and was lugging his practice scythe all over the arena. Eventually she reaches the end of the video, Ruby gives Yang back her scroll and presses her finger tips together to gather her thoughts.

Ruby: ......I didn’t want to believe it but she’s right. Rowan’s fighting skills are not up to par.

Yang: Yeah, I don’t even think you had it this bad when you first started.

Ruby: Yeah....Hey!

Yang: Ruby if anything that was a compliment. I’m looking at this and I can already tell that Rowan’s getting his ass whooped every match. Especially with that Peri kid. He’s not great, but with Rowan’s fighting it makes him look good.

Ruby: Oh my poor baby, he’s probably feels so discouraged right now. But I don’t know how to help him, I’m doing everything that Qrow taught me when I was doing badly but it doesn’t seem the training is transferring as smoothly to him as it did me. What could I be doing wrong?~ (Places head in her arms on the table)

Yang: Look I know this might not be something you want to hear but, maybe we should get an outside opinion.

Ruby: What? What do you mean?

Yang: Well, what I’m saying is that maybe the reason he’s struggling so hard is because ...we’re going soft on him.

Ruby: Wait, are you saying that the reason Rowan is losing his fights is because we’re too soft in training? That’s ridiculous!

Yang: Look Sis, I don’t want to admit it, but I have seen how you’ve been training him. I can assure you that you are not going as tough as you should be.

Ruby: That’s.....ok maybe I have been taking it easy on him but it’s only his first month. I didn’t know I’d be setting him back this much. Oh, maybe you’re right, we should get a outside opinion.

Yang: And I know just who to call!

*3 hours later*

Whitley: ....Yeah the kid sucks. (Gives Yang back her Scroll)

Ruby: You could have sugarcoat it a little.

Whitley: I was sugarcoating it.

Ruby: Oh...

Whitley: Look I’m just going to provide my honest opinion. I think you’re not pushing him as hard as I think you should be. It doesn’t mean that Rowan is a lost cause or that you are entirely at fault. It’s still early in his training so he can get caught up still. Speaking of Rowan where’s he now?

Yang: Oh he’s doing his training exceeises.

Whitley: Show me.

Yang: Ok, follow me Shrimp boy.

Whitley: I’m over 30 and you’re still calling me that.

Yang:(Singsong) And I’m not planning to stop.~

Whitley: Sometimes I think she’s doing that on purpose to rile me up.

Ruby: Why don’t you tell her to stop if it bothers you so much?

Whitley: You and I both know that by doing that it would acknowledge she is winning, I refuse to give her the satisfaction.

Ruby:(Places hand on his shoulder) Truly you are a brave soul.

Whitley: Don’t patronize me. Now come on let’s fix the mess you made.

Ruby: Hey! I’ll have you know that my training is not that bad. It ensures that Rowan gets the training he needs and he’s safe while doing so.

Whitley: Oh this’ll be good to see.

*Five Minutes Later. Outside of Rose House*

Whitley: I was wrong. This is so much worse than I thought.

Yang: It’s not... that bad.

Whitley: Yang please don’t try to sugarcoat this....mess. I mean come on, what is he even wearing?!

Before the three of them was Rowan who was wearing his ‘training armor’. Said training armor consists of a football helmet, a chest protector, shin guards, hockey gloves, and finally multiple pillows for extra protection. His practice scythe being made of wood with styrofoam on the edge. The only way one could tell it was Rowan wearing the gear was the silver eyes peeking out of the protective visor.

Ruby: I personally don’t see what’s wrong with anything here.

Whitley: You-You can’t be serious Ruby. How can you not see what’s wrong here. I can see now why he’s having such a hard time with combat class, it’s because your training the poor kid like this!

Yang: Whitley...

Whitley: Alright look, sorry for the blunt criticism, but there will need to be serious changes to the boy’s training routine. That means no more ‘training armor’.

Ruby: What?! But he’ll be vulnerable without the armor.

Whitley: He’s vulnerable with the armor on! Look, Rowan do a turn around for me.

Rowan: Ok...just give me a minute...eh! (Rowan waddles around but he eventually gets to turning in the span of 20 seconds)

Ruby: ...Ok I think I see what you mean. (Looks down dejected)

Whitley: ‘Sigh’ Look Ruby, you want your son to pass right.

Ruby: Of course I do.

Whitley: Then the first thing you do is to stop treating him as a child and as a young hunter who needs training to survive.

Ruby: Ok, that’s a start. Any other advice.

Whitley: Yeah, maybe change his weapon. I get the feeling a scythe is not the best weapon choice for him.

Ruby:(Dead Stare)...Excuse me.

Whitley: Ok hear me out first, I think some of the problems that we’re having here is not just due to having poor training......What I’m saying is that he sucks at using a scythe in general. I mean.....like a lot.

Ruby: ... I’m giving you a five second head start. (Cocks Crescent Rose)

Whitley: Oh fuck me. (Starts to run like mad)

Rowan: Mr. Whitley where you-?

Whitley: CAN’T TALK GOTTA RUN! (Running past him)

Ruby: RRRAAAAAAHHHHH!!! (Chasing after Whitley)

Rowan: ...Are they gonna be ok?

Yang:(Walks up to her nephew and rubs his helmet) Don’t worry kiddo they’ll be fine. Your mom just needs to let out some steam on Shrimp Boy.

Rowan: Oh... you mean like how you say you’re gonna go let out some steam when you and Mr. Whitley go to town and don’t come back until the next night?

Yang:(Blushes) Um... No that’s, uh, that’s different. What I mean is your Mom and Whitley just need to fight it out.

Rowan: Oh... what’s the diff-?

Yang: When you’re older, Rowan.

Whitley: WHY ARE YOU BITING ME!!!

Ruby: TAKE IT BACK!!!

Whitley: GET OFF ME!!!

Ruby: NOT UNTIL YOU SUFFER!!!

-End of Part 1-

A/N: Made a few edits.

#rwby lancaster #yang xiao long #ruby rose x jaune arc #ruby rose #my oc writing #whitley schnee #post au #Training Pains #rwby frozen dragon #rwby rowan rose #rowan rose

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tinyavenuesailor · 5 years

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Another Sangcheng Oneshot

Not Beta’d - read at your own risk grammar Nazi’s

This was a request from Ao3 to have Jiang Cheng try to impress Nie Mingjue. Hope you guys enjoy and don’t be afraid to send me requests

‘Is he really going to do this?’ Nie Huaisang watched Jiang Cheng spar with his brother for the fifth time today. The fifth time. Although he admits Jiang Cheng was getting better at receiving his brother’s heavy blows, far better than anything he could achieve in his lifetime. It was quite an achievement for a young disciple like him. The audience growing around them to watch the match was quite impressed with the young heir of the Jiang clan but Jiang Cheng didn’t care for their approval. He wasn’t seeking Nie Huaisang’s either. Jiang Cheng was solely focused on receiving praise from Nie Minjue, his elder brother.

It may seem odd for the heir of the Jiang Sect to be seeking approval from the Sect Leader of the Nie Sect but all made sense when Jiang Cheng’s and Nie Huaisang’s secret meeting came to light. Hiding the fact you were dating an heir of one of the four prominent sects really was difficult when you had an overbearing brother like him. Everyone just thought that Jiang Cheng was just a brave disciple who asked for a chance to be personally trained by the great Nie Mingjue, master of the sword, well-known for his fighting skills. Nie Huaisang heard the real reason himself.

‘If I don’t gain his approval, he’ll never give me your hand in marriage!’ His words continued to echo in Nie Huaisang’s head. Honestly, he felt his heart jump for joy. Marriage was a goal for Jiang Cheng; he could rest easy knowing his love wasn’t in vain. The only problem was that Jiang Cheng wouldn’t propose until he was certain that he proved his worth to his elder brother.

If that’s the case they were never going to get married.

He wasn’t going to tell Jiang Cheng that, it was better for his kind of stubborn to just learn. Nie Huaisang would rather just sit back in the shade and watch his brave knight fight for his hand in marriage. Quite a romantic gesture, was it not?

The sword was knocked out of Jiang Cheng’s hand making it his fifth lost. Nie Mingjue straightened his back and sheathed his sword. “Your form gets sloppy when you’re indecisive. Those mistakes can be the deciding factor of the battle.”

“Thank you for the advice, Sect Leader Nie,” Jiang Cheng saluted him.

“Retrieve your sword, we’ll go again.” Jiang Cheng didn’t hesitate to call back his sword. Nie Huaisang could imagine all those thoughts running through his head.

Is there nothing else to say?

Did I do everything wrong?!

Is there a single thing I did right?!

What does it take to impress you?!!!

Nie Huaisang hid his smile behind his fan. If he was caught laughing there would be horrible consequences from both his brother and hopefully future husband. Maybe he was being too mean. He felt it was well-deserved seeing that Jiang Cheng decided to spend most of this rare meeting between Sects, trying to impress his brother and training. He needed his fair amount of attention to before he got jealous.

Another loud clash of swords and that was the sixth win for his brother. Jiang Cheng snapped his head towards Nie Huaisang, a hot fire burning in his eyes. Nie Huaisang snapped his fan shut and waved it at Jiang Cheng, as sweet and innocent as he could. Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and called back Sandu to his hands before returning his attention to Nie Mingjue. Throughout the entire cultivator’s meeting, Jiang Cheng has tried to stand out, speak up in meetings, show off his skills and now even challenge his brother and while there were a number of other cultivators who marvelled at the young heir’s skills he had yet to catch the interest of his Nie Mingjue.

The Nie cultivators of this generation were mentally stronger than the previous ones. They could feel nothing with any judgement or critique of their skills because their Sect Leader has mercilessly pointed out every flaw possible in their skills. Praise wasn’t necessary, being good was expected, improvements could always be made, were the principles Nie Mingjue lived by. But seeing Jiang Cheng trying so hard, it was just too cute! Nie Huaisang had to control himself before his laughter left the perimeters outside his fan.

But truly if this kept up, no matter how enjoyable the show was he was going to have to wait many more years before getting engaged as he just witnessed his brother’s seventh victory.

He was going to have to take matters into his own hands.

“It’s rare for you to want to spend time with me,” Nie Mingjue eyed his younger brother suspiciously.

“Can’t I enjoy your company Brother?” Nie Huaisang gave him back a small smile. Nie Mingjue hummed with no real meaning and sipped his tea.

“Shouldn’t you be happy that your brother is willing to spend time with you?” Jin Guangyao raised an eyebrow at his sworn brother.

Lan Xichen nodded in agreement, “Lan Wangji doesn’t have much time for his elder brother now that he has a wife to entertain.” Lan Xichen sighed and placed down his cup, “You need to enjoy their attention while you have it.”

Nie Mingjue scoffed and placed down his cup. It took him quite a while but Nie Huaisang to corner his brother. He had made up his mind to go through with this if he kept painting Jiang Cheng in a good light hopefully his brother would feel some need to acknowledge him. Hopefully... He wasn’t so confident when facing his brother straight on but maybe he had a chance with Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen backing him up.

“Brother, you must be tired spending the entire day sparring with Jiang Cheng,” Nie Huaisang poured his brother another cup of tea.

“The Young Master Jiang surely didn’t relent today,” Lan Xichen chuckled.

Nie Mingjue shook his head “I’m fine, it was a good exercise I feel so energized.” Brother, please never say that around Jiang Cheng. “I never expected him to challenge me to a duel. He has some guts for a young disciple.”

Nie Huaisang could see Jin Guangyao’s eyebrow twitch. He held up his forever gentle smile but he could tell what he was thinking because it mirrored his own and Nie Huaisang dared for him to say it on his behalf

Are you even human? Jiang Cheng only walked out to maintain his dignity but he must have collapsed the minute he entered his quarters. Nie Mingjue used a fair amount of cultivation too, did he really feel nothing. Did he digest a miracle fruit? They kept both their true words to themselves.

“Young Master Jiang must have wanted to challenge such an exceptional cultivator such as yourself Da-ge,” Jin Guangyao spoke through a weary smile.

“He’s always been very driven in improving himself,” Nie Huaisang cupped his hands around the teacup and took a sip. “He takes his duties seriously and is devoted to his studies.”

“He is one of the leading cultivators of his generation,” Jin Guangyao nodded.

Lan Xichen also agreed and said, “His cultivation is quite good for his age.” Nie Huaisang patted himself on the back. He may not be the greatest cultivator but he knew how to use his words better than most realized.

“As I would expect from the young heir of such a prominent sect.”And as Nie Huaisang expected, his brother was difficult to please.

“Even though he’s so talented he still works so hard on cultivating, I admire him for it,” a few drops of softness slipped out in those last words. An action that did not slip by Jin Guangyao.

“I would prefer if you would work on your own cultivation skills rather than wasting your time admiring other cultivators,” Nie Mingjue gritted his teeth. Bad move. Anything leading to the conversation of his poor cultivation was a bad move.

“Admiration usually leads to inspiration, this could be good for Nie Huaisang’s studies.” Lan Xichen a guardian angel as always.

Jin Guangyao cleared his throat, “You studied together with Jiang Cheng in Gusu right?”

“Yes, he and Wei Wuxian would help me with my studies.” He ignored the hard glare from his brother.

“I remember seeing you three together a lot,” Lan Xichen could vividly recall how they moved together in a group. Although Wei Wuxian would often leave the two in favour of bothering Lan Wangji.

“I’m quite surprised hearing the rumours of that temper of his,” Jin Guangyao continued.

“He does have a temper but,” Nie Huaisang looked down into his cup and a gentle smile spread across his face, “he’s always been really kind.” A light flicked on in Lan Xichen’s head. He and Jin Guangyao both exchanged amused smiles and continued their attention on Nie Huaisang.

“You really respect Young Master Jiang, Nie Huaisang,” Lan Xichen leaned in with his brother.

“Yes, Jiang Cheng is...” Nie Huaisang stopped his words when he saw the excitement in Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen’s eyes. There was no second-guessing that look, he got careless. He picked up his cup of tea and started drinking.

“What’s wrong why did you stop?” Jin Guangyao tipped his head innocently.

“The tea was getting cold.”

“Well, if you don’t mind finishing your sentence.”

“What was I about to say?”

“Something about Young Mater Jiang.” Nie Huaisang felt betrayed, Lan Xichen was supposed to be the guardian angel but instead, he’s teamed up with Jin Guangyao.

“Jiang Cheng is a very admirable cultivator,” Nie Huaisang managed to put together.

Jin Guangyao hummed, “You know I heard he’s rated the fifth best-looking out of all young male cultivators.”

“Is-s that so,” Nie Huaisang had his own thoughts and preferences on the ranking, to be honest.

“If someone had a crush on him I would recommend them to trap him quickly,” Jin Guangyao chuckled behind his sleeve.

“I have no idea what you guys are talking about?” Nie MInjue furrowed his eyebrows at all of them. They had for a brief moment forgot his presence. Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen looked at their thick-headed brother with eyes of shock and hopelessness. “If you have something to say just say it; don’t beat around the bush!” Nie MIngjue was fed up with the pretty words being thrown around.

“Uhh, B-Brother.” His brother wouldn’t dare force him to say it.

“Come on out with it!”

“B-Butt” Nie Huaisang jumped when Nie Minngjue narrowed his eyes down on him.

“Maybe we shouldn’t discuss such things at the moment,” Jin Guangyao urged.

“I won’t know until he says it,” Nie Mingjue kept his ground.

“But Da-ge...” Lan Xichen trailed off.

“Nie Huaisang!”

His brother is really going to make him do this. “I uhh I mean Jiang Cheng...”

“What about the heir of the Jiang Clan?” Nie Mingjue grew more impatient.

Nie Huaisang felt his cheeks heat up and stretch across his face and down his neck, “I uh I...”

“Out with it already!”

“I’m in love with Jiang Cheng!” He actually said it, in one big swoop. Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao sat there in shock. Nie Huaisang was surprised the words left his mouth himself.

“Oh,” Nie Mingjue folded his arms, “is that it?”

This would be the first time Nie Huaisang would have seen Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao, the two legendary men known for their calm auras and gentle smiles with such horrified expressions. He was lost in the swirling feeling inside his stomach.

Is that it?

“Brother,” Nie Huaisang started with a slow steady beat. “You’re an idiot!” Nie Huaisang flung his fan into his elder brother’s face and ran out with tears streaming down his face.

“W-What was that for?!” Nie Mingjue squinted his eyes at the door his younger brother just ran out of, not bothered by the blow of the fan on his face.

“Seriously, Da-ge you have no tact whatsoever,” Jin Guangyao deadpanned. “I’ll be impressed is Nie Huaisang ever looks at you again.”

“There was the worst way to handle the situation,” Lan Xichen sighed. “And then to just disregard his feeling after Nie Huaisang got the courage to confess them.”

“It’s perfectly normal for him to like someone.” There was no hope for a monster like him at least that’s what Jin Guangyao concluded. Nie Mingjue thought, ‘If it’s that Jiang Cheng then I can approve. I liked that stubborn determined fire in his eyes. It would be good for Nie Huaisang to be with such an impressive youngster.’

Nie Huaisang later found out that his brother’s way of an apology for brushing off his feelings was setting up an engagement agreement between him and Jiang Cheng. Normally, Nie Huaisang would be baffled at his brother’s thinking but for this round, he could thank his brother from the bottom of his heart.

“Don’t pout,” Nie Huaisang poked Jiang Cheng’s cheek. His boyfriend scowl went even deeper at the mention of him pouting. “Come on, it's great. We don’t have to hide anymore.”

Jiang Cheng’s face relaxed and he grabbed Nie Huaisang’s hand, “It is nice not having to hide.” Nie Huaisang leaned into the muscular body and let his head rest on Jiang Cheng’s shoulder. “But, I wanted to officially ask for your hand.” So cute! Nie Huaisang couldn’t get over how pouty Jiang Cheng was because Nie Mingjue beat him to the marriage proposal. Another point for his brother.

Nie Huaisang wrapped himself around Jiang Cheng’s arm and placed a kiss on his cheek, “We’re getting married, isn’t that enough?”

The corners of Jiang Cheng’s mouth softened into a smile. He took Nie Huaisang’s chin and tipped it to place a kiss on his forehead, “Yes, it's more than enough.”

Someone behind them cleared their throat and Nie Huaisand and Jiang Cheng split apart.

“Sect Leader Nie,” Jiang Cheng saluted as soon as he realized Nie Mingjue’s presence.

“Young Master Jiang,” Nie Mingjue acknowledged his presence. His eyes followed down to his little brother. “I’m glad to see you two are getting along so well.”

“Jiang Cheng is very polite and accommodating of me,” Nie Huaisang smiled at his brother.

“It’s really nothing for my fiance,” Jiang Cheng mostly addressed Nie Mingjue. He wanted to make it clear that he had every intention to treat Nie Huaisang well.

“Good,” Nie Mingjue nodded at Jiang Cheng. “I was just about to head over to the training grounds. Would you like to join me for a spar?”

“Yes,” Jiang Cheng immediately answered. “I would be honoured.”

“I’ll meet you there then.” Nie Mingjue headed off first and left the couple behind. Nie Huaisang opened his fan with a flick of the wrist and fanned himself. “You know we are engaged right?”

“I’m going to get your brother approval one way or another before we get married,” Jiang Cheng tightened his grip on Sandu.

“Is that so?” Nie Huaisang pursed his lips. “As your fiance, I believe in you then.” No way is it ever going to happen but it's better for stubborn people to figure it out for themselves. Nie Huaisang could just sit back watch his game continue.

His brother still has the lead.

#sangcheng #chengsang #nie huaisang #Jiang Cheng #nie mingjue #lan xichen #jin guangyao

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dragonleesupporter · 5 years

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Conviction of Flight

WhooooOOOooo! This is my first Sanders Side fanfic ever, so please be gentle with the critique, but I still love improving upon myself, so constructive criticism is welcomed! I originally got these ideas from other Sanders Sides writers like ravenleewriter and fluffymary, so I thank them!

Yikes this is bad… sorry.

Summary: All the sides have wings, except nobody knows that Virgil has wings, as he’s convinced the others that he doesn’t have them. With Deceit constantly pestering him and gaining more power from his lies, Virgil finally confesses and him and others discover that his wings are incredibly ticklish and use this newfound weakness as a “punishment” for lying.

[WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]

[WARNING: SOME TRIGGERS]

Patton was making steak and cream-based broth that night, and despite knowing Roman would most likely throw a fit over the whole thing, Virgil couldn’t help but stuff his face once his plate was handed to him by the fatherly side. Patton’s cooking was just so good. The fatherly trait continued to cook the rest of the meal for the other sides who hadn’t shown up yet.

Patton’s wings poked out from his back, a light brown shade with teal blue at the tips. Feathers round and soft, like flower petals. Patton, himself, had resewn everyone’s clothing so they could be free with their wings after all of them had confessed they had them. All but Virgil, that is.

“Evening, Virgil.” Logan walked into the dining room, adjusting his tie and placing his hands together. “I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind a small examination to figure out if we can aid you in your… absent aerial necessity.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow at the logical side, continuing to stuff food into his mouth and took a sip of his glass.

“H-he means… your missing wings…” Patton added hesitantly and the darker side nearly spit out his drink, eyes wide open in shock.

“I’ll take that reaction as a no then…” Logan sat down and started to neatly cut into his meat, trying to hide his slight disappointment. “It’s quite alright. I’m certain I’ll find another path to the goal.”

“But why is it a goal?” The purple-clothed trait asked.

“Well, it concerns me, is all. Doesn’t it you? It’s not normal for a side to be without wings when the rest of us are. All of us have wings.” Logan extended his own for emphasis, a sleek, black array of smooth, glistening, pointed feathers that shown a slight dark blue hue whenever the sun touched them.

“I’m a dark side… maybe I just don’t deserve them.” The darker replied before he could stop himself.

He heard a gasp come from behind him and knew Patton had that face. The half-panicked, half-hurt, expression that made Virgil die inside.

In order to save himself from that expression, he looked up at Logan instead, just to be met with a slightly shocked and panicked look on his face as well.

“First off, you are not a dark side anymore. Second, I feel- I m-mean… Look, you do deserve wings, Virgil. If I have to craft them, then so be it. All of us have experimented with flying, and I feel- I mean- … fine. I ‘feel’ that you of all of us are most deserving of that freedom.” Logan crossed his arms and starting thinking over his secondary goals in respects to the one on his mind currently.

“Y-you don’t really think that, do you Verge?” Patton whimpered from behind him.

“Patton, leave it be. He’s obviously not comfortable right now. Don’t push it.” Logan instructed and the fatherly trait in question turned back to cooking, Virgil not missing the small whimper that came from him talking about wanting to help.

“What reason is there to say I deserve wings?” Virgil challenged the teacher.

“Unlike The Others, you grew to make Thomas’s life better, and put a conscious effort into protecting him, even when our perceptions of you were still bias. If that isn’t a good reason, then Patton’s taught me wrong morality.”

Virgil sat to think about it for a little bit… should he tell them?

No. Not yet. He wasn’t ready.

“I am here, my beauties! ~”

Oh great.

“Greetings, Roman.” Logan sighed as he tried to focus and brainstorm, all while eating.

“Slouching again, storm cloud?” The prince approached the darker side to ruffle his hair playfully.

Virgil was feeling very vulnerable at this moment however, and shoved the prince away.

“Not right now, Princey. I’m not feeling well. Just let me eat my dinner in peace.” Anxiety’s voice got a couple shades deeper, causing the fanciful side to take a few steps back, hands raised.

“Wait… what happened?” He looked over at Logan who simply shrugged.

“How come something always happens while I’m not around?!” Roman huffed, sitting down next to Virgil and stretching out his own wings, amber with gold tips and a red shine as the feathers grew long and flowing, tipping upwards at the ends.

“Now don’t whine, Princey.” Patton scolded slightly. “Besides, I made steak!”

“Steak?!” The prince turned around excitedly but also saw the bowl of stew. “And cream-based broth?”

“Yeah…” Patton rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. “Sorry, I keep forgetting that it upsets your stomach.”

“It’s alright, Padre. I will endure the pain, since the taste is too good to resist! The curse will never be broken! And maybe… I want it that way.” Roman serenated overdramatically before sitting back down.

After finishing his meal at the unusually, awkwardly silent table, Virgil wordlessly left as no one made any attempt to stop him. He speed-walked to his room where he could finally take off his hoodie. His wings had been bugging him all night. Watching the others stretch theirs out and fiddle with them when he had to stuff them into his hoodie uncomfortably to keep them a secret. He was trying to find ways to get rid of them, since he didn’t believe he deserved to fly like the others. But Logan had proven a valid point… making him even consider telling the others, but he felt way too vulnerable. In his mind he was still Paranoia. Torturing Thomas and the others without ever being seen or heard. He slammed the door shut just to be met with a split-faced smirk.

Deceit.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Virgil immediately tensed as the snake-like figure chuckled. “My spell was supposed to keep you out!”

“Oh, your silly spell has certainly been a quite a challenge for me recently. Especially with my gained power from your lying. I should thank you for that. Lying to your new family. I thought you trusted them more than me, but now I see the part I raised in you…” Virgil plugged his ears, knowing what was coming by his tone.

“The part of you they’ll never accept. You can pretend all you like, but one, I’ll always do it better, and two, I’ll always know where you really belong. With your real family. And I think… the others see it too. Hurting them, getting angry at them. They only want to help you, panic child. But go ahead. Pretend they love you. Pretend everything’s fine. Pretend you’re not betraying them and that they won’t discard you when they figure out the truth. They’re growing suspicious of you, Para-”

“DON’T YOU SAY IT!” The anxious trait shouted at his former family.

“Hehehe… regardless of what you’re called. They’ll soon learn the truth. They’re going to be disappointed in you… Angry, hurt… oh just imagine you coming back to me on all fours, asking for shelter because you no longer have a place with the favored ones.” Deceit grinned madly; his snake eye glowing with power as Virgil started to give in to his taunts… what if he was right?

With a snap of the snake’s fingers, Virgil’s hoodie was off.

“Now, look at that mess.” The liar scoffed at the wings the darker side had been hiding. “By the way, I totally did that to relieve you of your strained position and not to potentially expose you to the others.”

Grey, uneven feathers. Some of them had been ripped off and some were severely damaged and bent the wrong way from being stuffed into his coat. His wings were a dark grey with purple tints on the edges, and red stains where the poor side had hurt himself, trying to get his wings off somehow.

“You don’t deserve them, and you know it. Your wings, and your friends.” Deceit absolutely soaked in the feeling of doubt and insecurity coming from the previously dark side as he fell to his knees, color draining from his face as his body began shaking wildly.

“Come tomorrow. You’ll have no one. Just an empty hole in your chest, with only yourself to blame.” As Deceit’s tongue lashed with his thick, deep voice piercing him, Virgil couldn’t take it anymore.

“SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! I KNOW YOU’RE LYING! GET OUT! YOU’RE LYING! YOU’RE LYING! YOU HAVE TO BE! … you have to be…” The purple side’s power started to die as Deceit’s grew.

“Hey kiddo? What was all that yelling ab-” Patton walked in, just for Virgil’s room to be tainted yellow and a familiar figure being seen walking around a sitting, shaking, anxious trait.

Deceit turned and looked up at the fatherly side, who was now glowing red with anger. Patton had more power than Deceit and he knew it, especially when his anger was controlling his emotions. The snake was deceitful, but he never picked a fight he knew he couldn’t win.

“Oh darn… it looks like the fun’s over. Don’t worry though, the damage is already done. Good luck explaining your wings to them… See you soon, Virgil…” The snake slowly sunk down, Patton huffing infuriatedly before turning to Virgil.

It was then that the anxious side realized with a jump that his hoodie was still off, he couldn’t even try to start looking for it before Patton was on him. Hugging him and not letting go. The other two collected at the door and peered in with disbelief.

“Verge, what did he do to you?! A-and why do you have wings? Kiddo? Are you alright? Speak to me!” The fatherly trait’s panicked voice only made Virgil want to hide more, but he was surprised that he wasn’t mad at him.

“I-I-I don’t think I deserve them! I’ve been trying to get rid of them and act like they w-were never there!” Virgil forced out the best explanation he could muster, a waterfall of tears pouring down his face.

“But why?” Patton broke the hug and looked into his son’s eyes.

“B-because… whenever I look at them, and then look at all of yours… they just remind me…” The darker trait didn’t dare finish his sentence.

“Well, maybe I can help them remind you of something else?” Patton tried, but Virgil held up his hand.

“It’s alright. I’m going to be fine. I thought you guys would be mad, but… you’re not… It’s alright. It’s just… they aren’t… pretty to look at.” He sulked slightly.

“No, they’re not! Look at them! They’re beautiful~!” Roman suddenly spoke up as he walked over to the purple side. “This amount a smoothness? Are you kidding? They’re almost as good as mine! And that’s saying a lot!”

The prince glided his hands along the feathers, not expecting Virgil to suddenly jump.

“Ppffffhahahahahahaha!” Virgil squeezed his eyes shut as a fit of laughter overtook him, surprising the whole room and himself. He realized that he had laughed out loud and when he opened his eyes, the other three looked entranced by it.

There was a silence, and from the prince’s sudden grin and flash of mischief in his eye, Virgil knew he was screwed.

“Oh my gosh, peck. Are you ticklish?” The mood in the room suddenly changed as a flustered Virgil tried to spit out a “no” or even a “yes” or anything!

“Aww! I didn’t know my son was ticklish! You deserve to laugh a little more! Maybe help you forget about your worries!” Patton cheered before growing an uncharacteristically predatorial smile.

“Maybe think of this as a punishment for lying to us.” Logan joined the smiling party as they all placed their hands on the resident emo.

“N-no guys. I’m not ticklish- I- EEEEeehehehehehehehehehe!” All three jolted as Patton dug his hands into his son’s sides. “W-waihihihihihit! Plea- AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Roman audibly gasped as his close friend fell to the floor on his stomach after a quick pinch to the joint where his wings met his back.

“Get his wings!” He cheered as he continued to massage the spot, following him to the ground.

“Will do.” Logan smiled as he joined Roman, tracing shapes in the pale skin.

“GUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUYS!” Virgil shrieked and threw his head back as he was overcome with laughter.

Yet it felt… good? Yeah… It felt good to laugh and forget his trauma just for a moment as the others tortured him ruthlessly. It made him feel like he could just, let go… He had forgotten the last time he had laughed this hard!

“Look at that face.” Roman pulled himself up next to the cackling side and cooed into his ear as Virgil scrunched up his shoulders from the tickly breath. “Red’s my color, storm cloud.”

“Aww, and listen to his laugh!” Patton added, making the poor lad snort and hiccup as he suddenly poked his sides.

“Tickling, although silly in the eyes of some, is known as a bonding experience and can potentially relieve stress and raise dopamine.” Logan spoke normally as if he wasn’t tickling Virgil to bits. “To be honest, this is a considerably fun activity. And so easy, as well!”

“Yeah! Wait- shouldn’t it be harder?” Roman suddenly realized. “Shouldn’t he be blocking us from tickling him?”

All three stopped their assault for a moment, letting their victim breathe.

“G-guhuhuhys?” Virgil looked up to see three faces staring down at him smugly. Why had they stopped so soon? He could’ve gone on for longer…

“Look at that! He looks so sad that we stopped!” Patton exclaimed and pointed at the purple side’s face, as if the other two weren’t looking.

“W-wha-?” In a moment, Virgil was tackled again. “Wai-! Gahahahahahahaha! Plehehehehehase! NahahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” His laughter grew hoarse as Logan slid his hands up the stems of his wings, raking his nails up and down over and over, driving him insane.

“GOHOHOHOD DAHAHAHAMIHIHIHIT IHIHIT TIHIHIHCKLES!” Virgil was trying his damnest not to fight back, or even utter the word ‘stop,’ the sudden change of mood making him feel happy for the first time in a long time.

“Hey! No cursing!” Patton scolded before blowing a raspberry on the trait’s side.

“EEEEEEHEHEEHEHEHEEEE!” The purple side kicked his feet out and rolled over, not being able to take the tickly vibrations that exploded over him like a firework of nerves being set off.

In his conscious effort to not fold up his wings, he accidentally expanded them out entirely, stopping Logan and Roman out of mere shock... and they were also kind of slapped in the face by the large wingspan.

When they took a look at what had stopped them from their tickly onslaught, they both gaped. With the wings fully extended, any small trace of light seemed to be absorbed into the feathered-limbs, making them glow an array of purples and disintegrating any grey that was there.

“They’re so breathtaking…” Roman uttered while gently tracing his fingers over the fully extended wings.

“It’s almost too stunning to process…” Logan added in the same awe-struck whisper as he did the same thing, reducing Virgil’s wild cackling to light giggles.

All three were careful not to hurt him, since they knew his wings had been damaged, but continued to poke, scratch and knead the glowing feathers, soaking up their beauty along with the resident emo’s laughter.

“Nahahahahahahahaha!” Virgil arched his back and wiggled back and forth but really made no attempt to get away from the tickling attack of hands.

Admittedly, he wasn’t laughing as hard with his wings being tickled, so Roman whispered an idea into Patton’s ear. Then Patton whispered it to Logan, all three silently nodded as the giggling boy beneath them remained unaware.

They suddenly plucked two feathers from their own wings. When Virgil looked up to see the three sides, each holding a feather in each hand, he knew his demise was near.

Roman rolled him on his side so Logan and Patton could get to his back easier and swirled the feathers around the shoulder blades, making the poor boy scream. Roman didn’t actually use his feathers, but resorted to blowing raspberries on both of his sides, going back and forth.

The actions seemed to flow so smoothly as if they had done this a million times before. It just felt as though everyone knew what to do.

But the raspberries, the feathers, the knowing smiles? It was all too much.

“OKAY! OHOHOHOHKAHAHAY! THAHAHAHAHAT’S EHEHEHEHENOUGH! I CAHAHAN’T-AHAHAHAHA! CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT! MAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT STOHOHOHOHOP!” All three pulled back to marvel at their work.

The purple trait lay with a wobbly smile adorning his face, the rest of the giggles coming out as he hugged himself and rolled around, tickled-stupid with tears of mirth trailing down to his chin.

After he had finally caught his breath, the other three hugged him simultaneously.

“We’re going to go flying tomorrow, alright kiddo?” Patton whispered.

“We’re so pleased at the thought that you have wings. It just means your one of us. No need to discard them.” Logan comforted.

“Hrrr… I’m jealous of their beauty.” Roman whined and admitted but didn’t break the hug.

They decided to watch a movie that night together. Patton had insisted they watch Rio, since it seemed fitting, and everyone agreed.

Nobody complained that night, except for the occasional grumble from Roman about how Virgil’s wings were more glamourous than his own. The warmth shared between the sides in this unspoken love for everyone in the mind palace was truly comforting to Virgil. And maybe if he would’ve opened up… he would’ve felt it sooner.

Of course, every once in a while, one of the other sides would sneak in a pinch to his sides or a slight massage to his back just to get him smiling, but Virgil wasn’t complaining.

At least they hadn’t found his absolute death spot yet… but that’s for another story.

#ticklefic sanderssides imnotgoodatthis

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starswornoaths · 5 years

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A Promise made, a Promise Kept (3/3)

Part 1, Part 2

As easily as a promise can be made, it can be kept, or it can be broken. With great difficulty, Aymeric chooses to keep his.

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Hi so this is the last chapter with them not together, so it’s naturally the worst and for what it’s worth, I’m a little sorry

Word count: 2,258

“Full glad am I that you brought me here,” Aymeric spoke up. His gaze slid back to the horizon. He felt her turn her head to look at him but he fixed his gaze over to the Arc of the Worthy in an effort to anchor his courage lest it flee. He squeezed her hand. “For more than your tutelage. And...for more than even such a view.”

“Oh?” Serella prompted him.

“I had been meaning to speak with you,” he admitted, finally turning to face her fully. “The timing never seemed quite right.”

“A lot has been happening,” Serella noted with a nod. “But it’ll all be worth it.”

“So it shall,” he agreed. “But I wanted to show even a modicum of my…appreciation, and my gratitude for all that you have done for Ishgard,” he lowered his eyes as he squeezed her hand. “And for me.”

“Aymeric—“ She began to protest but he held up a hand to stop her.

“I know I needn’t,” he said, smiling. “I wished to. ‘Tis a gift, freely given.” He let go of her hand to produce the slim box from the front of his coat and handed it to her. “I only hope you like it.”

“You got it for me, of course I will.”

When she hesitated, he encouraged her with a chuckle, “Go on, open it.”

She did so—carefully, as if she feared damaging the box would harm the contents within. She lightly, slowly slid the lid open. A pang of anxiety struck him at the base of his spine as she fully removed the lid and gasped.

“My hairpin…” Serella whispered, her fingertips running along its smooth surface. She gaped at if in disbelief. “But...but it shattered—“

When Nidhogg’s shade had used Estinien’s hands to lift her off her feet and slam her head to the ground. He vividly remembered the sound the hairpin made as some of it shattered against the stones of the Steps of Faith, despite all attempts to forget.

“I found the pieces whilst assisting in clearing the rubble,” Aymeric explained quickly. “Though forgive me— as I did not find all of the pieces, some of it is not original.”

Really, he had thought the goldsmith had done wonderfully with what little she had to work with; though Aymeric had only managed to gather the biggest bits of it and the gem, the muted not-quite-gold metal that had been added to fill the gaps was striking against its original silver.

“You needn’t have gone to such lengths,” Serella said, though the softness of her smile when she looked up at him spoke of how much it meant to her, “but...thank you.”

“It seemed the very least that I could do,” Aymeric said, his own smile widening.

With fingers faintly trembling, she pulled the hairpin out of the box. Tucking the box in her pocket she carefully turned the pin over in her hands, inspecting the work done to restore it.

“I had thought it beyond salvage,” she admitted in a thick voice, looking back up at him with eyes that glimmered in the fading light of dusk. “I can’t tell you what this means to me.”

“Then full glad am I that it is right back where it belongs. Although,” a moment of boldness—as she said, no one was here to see them—he regarded her through sooty lashes and amended, “’tis not quite there yet, is it?” He extended his open palm. “If you would like, perhaps I could assist with that?”

“If you are amenable, my lord,” she said playfully.

She flushed prettily as she handed the pin over to him. Though he lingered when their fingers brushed he plucked the hairpin from her grasp.

“More than amenable,” Aymeric said softly. While his boldness yet lingered in their little sanctuary, the hand not holding her hairpin softly brushed the backs of his knuckles against the apple of her cheek. “If you might turn your head for me…?”

“O-oh. Right.” Her flush deepened but she did as his hand gently bade her do, and angled her face away from him.

It was a simple thing, to set a pin in her hair, but there was something impossibly intimate in the way she stole a glance or two out of the corner of her eye at him, at the way his hands moved slowly, drifting through her hair to gather enough to hold the pin with, at the way his hands lingered even after the pin was secure. He caught the way she sucked in a shuddering breath when the backs of his knuckles stroked down the curve of her cheek for but a moment before he stepped back.

“There we are,” Aymeric said softly, his hand hovering in the space between them.

“How does it look?” She turned to face him fully again but made no effort to create distance between them.

A bit of her hair swished in front of her face, and that seemed as good an excuse as any to brush her cheek with his hand again. After a moment of struggling with himself, his bent knuckles opened to cup her face. When he stroked her cheekbone, her skin felt soft and warm from her deepening flush. Her smile widening, and the weight of her pressing her face into his hand seemed worth the trade of surrendering, just a little, to his longing.

“Beautiful, as ever.” Aymeric answered, though made no effort to even pretend that he was looking at the hairpin.

When her eyes widened and her lips parted, it took every reserve of control not to ask her if he might kiss her. He had not realized he had leaned a few ilms toward her radiance until he heard her shuddering gasp, watched her tip her chin up as if in silent supplication. He stilled, unprepared for how desperately fine he was with breaking his promise in that moment.

By the Fury, but he ached to— but where there was a promise made, there was a promise to keep. To go against that now would only set a tone for him letting her down, and the thought of that alone was enough to douse his excitement with dread-filled panic. He still lacked the treaty that would free not only his nation, but himself, from thier agony.

A promise made, a promist kept. Even if it killed him.

He straightened, and tried to ignore the way she winced.

“Well.” She lowered her gaze when he reluctantly removed his hand, though her smile only widened bashfully. “That’s good to hear.”

“In truth, I am relieved for the chance to give it to you before the treaty signing,” Aymeric spoke up again, though as she returned her gaze to his he had to fight against his nerves to hold it, “in the hopes that I might see you wear it to the festivities afterward.”

“You certainly might.” Serella glanced at him in that sidelong way she did when she was being playful, “though with so many people doubtless eager to get a good look at you, I doubt you would see much of it in passing.”

“In passing, perhaps not.” Ignoring the way his face felt warmer he added with as smooth a voice as he could manage, “Were you beside me for the night, however, I imagine I would see it much clearer.”

“I find your reasoning sound, my lord.” Her face faintly resembled a rose for how deeply she flushed, even as she chuckled. “Is this an invitation?”

“A plea, if naught else.” He murmured before he could stop himself.

If his comment caught Serella off guard, she did well to hide it with a laugh.

“You’ve beaten me to the asking regardless, my lord.” Though her tone was teasing, her eyes were impossibly soft. “There is none other I would want to celebrate with more.”

Aymeric managed to scrape together enough of his tattered control to smile and nod, even as he was not even half sure why he was still fighting it.

“But come— I’ve doubtless kept you away too long as it is. Much longer, and search parties are like to start.” Though she turned back toward her griffin, she paused and spared him a glance over her shoulder. “Unless your legs aren’t quite recovered?”

Though his legs felt as sturdy as a Starlight pudding he agreed that his respite from paperwork should come to an end. Once they were mounted atop griffin and dragon, she instructed him on how to brace during takeoff and landing— though they were hardly flying near so fast, gently drifting down to Foundation as they were. Still, it was enough for Aymeric to remember how to breathe, enough to let the frigid air cool his head.

For a moment, at least.

Landing went better the second time around, much to his relief. Serella swiftly dismounted her griffin and sent it off to tend to itself. Amidst the beating of its mighty wings and the fluttering of feathers that it shed as it soared back home he watched her make her way over to him with an easy swagger and a bright grin.

“Remember, like I told you!” She called up to him when she was at Midgardsormr’s side. “Brace for it this time!”

Resisting the urge to snark, he did so, landed with a soft oof, and hoped she didn’t notice the way his wobbled slightly. Once more, Serella had shot her hands out to his chest to stabilize him, and he couldn’t help but feign catching himself a moment to linger in the nearness.

“Pardon me,” Aymeric said with an embarrassed chuckle. He cleared his throat and felt himself flush. “I fear I am no better for the practice.”

“You didn’t topple over this time!” Serella said with a laugh. “I’d say that’s an improvement!”

“Only because you caught me sooner.”

“You’ll have it by the ceremony, mark my words.” After a moment, she asked, “you’ll be landing in the Central Highlands, right? For the ceremony?”

“At Providence Point,” Aymeric confirmed in a soft voice. “It seemed only right to include Haurchefant in the ceremony somehow. I could think of no better way than to show him what his sacrifice wrought: a real chance a lasting peace.”

“A perfect ending.” Serella agreed with a smile. “Alphinaud and I had intended to watch the ceremony from there anyroad.”

“Then I shall look for you,” Aymeric said with a small smile. “That you might critique my landing once more.”

“Please, I’ll always catch you when you need me.”

“And I am blessed to have as kind a friend as you,” Aymeric said with a soft but genuine smile.

“It’s nothing,” Serella dismissed.

“Truly, I have never had someone care the way you do.” Aymeric insisted— for how deeply she cared still startled him at times. “I admit, I wonder how you carry yourself around those dearer to you.”

“You needn’t wonder,” Serella spoke up softly. His heart threatened to beat out of his chest when she took a decisive step to close the distance and softly brush her knuckles against the back of his hand. “No one is dearer to me than you.”

For a long moment, Aymeric forgot how to breathe. What threadbare defenses he had fell at his feet, useless after such prolonged abuse without a chance to fortify. Even as his breaths grew shuddered he moved almost as if in a dream, reaching for her— finally reaching for her, intent on discarding the armor, the fear filled promise, and every second until that moment where he had ever doubted—

“Ellie?” Uthengentle’s voice echoed distantly from the aetheryte plaza. What spell had been cast was shattered almost as quickly as it had affected them, and he watched with equal parts horror and relief as her shoulders slumped. “Oi! Ellie! Th’ Astrologicum’s lookin’ for you!”

“Serella?” Aymeric breathed, unsure of what else he could say.

“Sorry, I should, ah,” Serella floundered, clearly flustered and caught on what she had and had not said. “I should get going.” She offered him one last smile as she began to turn to leave. “I’ll...I’ll see you at the signing, Lord Commander.”

The moment she turned to trot away with Midgardsormr in tow, Aymeric felt cold all over again.

“If you were looking for a moment,” Hilda spoke up, startling Aymeric— when had she gotten there? How long had she watched? He turned to look at her, and she gestured to Serella’s form, rapidly descending the steps to Foundation. “That was it.”

He returned his gaze to Foundation and watched Serella disappear around the bend toward the aetheryte. A desperate sort of conflicting need to run to her and the need to hide behind his obligations battled over his already beleaguered heart.

But...she was no longer alone, and if another had need of her…

“Indeed.” Aymeric agreed with Hilda quietly.

As he turned sharply on his heel and practically marched into the Congregation of Knights Most Heavenly, he desperately tried to ignore the thundering of his heart. There was work yet to be done, after all. And clearly, he had to find the words to free them from this cycle, as they had taken to hiding.

Mayhap he would find them at the bottom of that stack of papers still on his desk. It was worth looking anyroad, he decided, and managed to convince himself that it was not running.

#ffxiv #Aymeric de Borel #Serella Arcbane #I am as ever your shield #oh thank god the end is in sight tbh #*I'm* starting to get exasperated with them #I hope you all enjoy regardless!#\o/

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princesscyr · 6 years

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Venom x Reader - Subway at Midnight

A/N: Hi I don’t do fanfictions or short stories often. I struggle to keep thoughts but I really wanted to try this out. Feel free to critique as well and give tips if you want to help me improve.

Based off of @avi-fangirls post because she works at subway

Rated: 17+ I mean there’s a head, guys.

Word Count: 1,304

Venom takes the eat fresh motto too seriously.

@avi-fangirls @monsterfvckxr @error-code-606

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“I said we’re not going to Subway, V. Come on, we have food at home.”

But Eddie, its logo is eat fresh! Don’t you human morsels like eating fresh?

He wasn’t wrong, but Eddie sure as fuck wasn’t about to go walk to subway at midnight. Did they even have a 24 hour subway like other places do?

Eddie, they do have 24 hour subway places…

“No.”

But, Eddie’s refusal once again goes unheard as he suddenly loses control of himself and his black mass friend engulfs him and with grace, through the window they went. Because normal people don’t use doors, apparently.

💀💀💀

You were once again working this glorious, busy overnight shift. After serving what, one customer of the night, you found yourself growing bored. So you took your phone out and scrolled through apps, trying to find something that won’t cause you to kill yourself from boredom. To say you were normal was an understatement. You had a thing for gore, creepy stuff and fanfictions, and it being October 28 and 3 days away from Halloween, to say you weren’t excited was an understatement.

You heard a car door shut which meant someone was about to enter your rather lively establishment. Who eats sandwiches at midnight was a question you’ll never have an answer too because humans are weird. You sigh and continue to scroll, not bothering to look up and give the outsider eye contact until the familiar chime rang.

Except, there was no chime. No ding. No sound of the door opening, and yet you had this feeling you were being watched, very closely. When you’re so distracted with technology you tend to forget the world around you and so when you decided to finally look up you were met with a black mass standing above you, its white opal eyes clearly looking you over like you were its next prey.

Most people would scream, but you weren’t most people. It did make you jump though and hit your elbow on a nearby utensil can. “Shit—I’m so sorry! Welcome to Subway uh—how can I help you?” Nice one, your mind mocks you on your professionalism.

The creature’s already visible smile grew when it started to speak.

Your establishment eats fresh correct?

You blink and just look it over for a moment, “Uh... Yes…? That would be our motto and we definitely stick to that statement. How can I help you?”

What happened next was something you never expected to happen in your short life, but it did. The creature makes a satisfying hissing noise and hoists up a human head, and it looked fresh. You cover your mouth though, stifling a surprised shout. How else were you going to react to this? A creature brought a fucking human head into your establishment.

Really V? You just scared her. This is not how you ease someone into doing your favors.

I would like this with rye bread, toasted. American cheese and Swiss. Please.

Normal humans would have said no. Taken a weapon to this creature. Called the police and lock themselves in the back room.

But you’re not normal. You go with it, mostly out of fear and curiosity.

So you take the severed head and set it down on a clean board. Mental note to wash that board thoroughly with bleach and fire. You move over to the bread cabinet and put on fresh gloves. “6 inch or 12 inch?”

The creature tilts its head, not understanding the question. To which you witness before your eyes a human face take shape on the creature. “12 inch, please. I do apologize for my other. They can be quite blunt with what it wants. My name is Eddie.”

You shift awkwardly and pull out the 12 inch rye bread, just trying to keep calm and collected. You’ve read enough monster books—hell, played Alien Isolation enough to know sudden movements make you a chew toy for mass predators or aliens in particular. “I’m y/n… And you said American cheese and Swiss, right?”

A growl of confirmation was enough for you. You thanked the nonexistent gods that the oven could hold a head too as you slid the items in. They didn’t mention any trimmings like pepperoni or even meat balls. You’d think a monster would want every meat known to mankind on a sandwich but you digress.

As the sandwich toasted you decided to make conversation. Resting your hands on the bloody board you grow the courage to look back up at the mass. “First time at Subway?” you ask. Eddie chuckles and it was almost a satisfying sound for you. You had a thing for monsters after all, everything including voice. You try to hold the shiver back but it was no luck.

“I have been to Subway countless times. My other hasn’t. They tend to fixate on things they’ve never experienced before. I tried to tell them no but they never listen.”

It’s toasted. As you look at the mass in confusion you then hear the ding of the oven. How did it…

And you turn to get the sandwich out. It was heavy seeing as you know, there’s a head there. On toasted bread. With melted cheese all over. You hold back the sudden gag, who knew body parts would smell bad if you toasted it?

But you move it over to the additional decorations section, “Did you want any avocado to go with your sandwich today?”

“No thank you, avocado is gross.” Eddie has a look of disgust. You snort in agreement, “What would you two like with it then?”

Ketchup. Lots of ketchup. It looks like blood.

You oblige of course and move to wrap the sandwich. Though there’s a human head instead of normal food, you manage to make it work. Just took a lot of take and wrap. “Did you want this for here or to go?”

Here.

Great, now you had to hear them eat this... this head. But you keep your professionalism to a high 10 and give them a smile, “Any cookie or drink?”

Venom went crazy at that.

All of the chocolate cookies.

“Excuse me—“

Eddie sighs, “V, we can’t just have all of the chocolate cookies. Other people eat here too.”

“Well actually, we do have cookie boxes of a dozen. Do you want a dozen chocolate cookies?” you ask, rather cautiously after seeing Venom snap like that.

“I suppose so.” You smile, “Great. Did you need a drink as well or are you good to go?”

“We’ll take a medium sprite.”

“Fantastic. That’ll be 14.72. Enjoy.”

Now you were very curious as to how they were going to sit there and eat it. As they take a seat at one of the corner booths you step in to the back and peek through the window that looks out into the dining area, curious.

It was instantaneous. The mass ate the sandwich in one bite and same with the cookies. The crunching of bones, the blood spurting everywhere, the innocent cookies dying to this creature. But it fascinated you.

What you didn’t expect however, was for them to approach the tip jar. It takes them a moment but you see them put some money in and a white piece of paper. Then you heard Eddies voice.

“Thanks for putting up with us. Have a safe night.”

And then you heard the ding of the door closing and you come out of hiding to check the tip jar. In it you find a 20 buck tip and a white sheet of paper with a phone number scribbled and a drawing of the black mass.

“We are sorry if we spooked you but you are a good sandwich maker. We are Venom and here is our number. xxx-xxx-xxxx.”

#venom/reader #venom x reader #eddie brock #venom #fanfiction #short stories #first time actually writing #idea come to life #reader insert #marvel #symbrock

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dasfreefree · 5 years

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DWTS Season 28, Week 2

Well, it’s about time they added a way for the judges to save certain bottom 2 couples again! This new voting system is definitely not fair though.

James & Emma: This was definitely stellar performance-wise: James knows how to work a crowd. His posture was a little wonky at times, and I think it’s because he wasn’t poised forward enough throughout the whole dance. Because his shoes didn’t have much of a heel to them to force him onto the balls of his feet more, Emma should have worked on him exaggerating his forward poise to compensate for that.

Sailor & Val: My critiques for Sailor are similar to my critiques for James: more forward poise. That way she’s less likely to accidentally heel lead when she walks during Latin dances that way (Len may be the nice guy in ignoring it, but I won’t). This should also help her with hip action, which was lacking a lot of the time.

Ray & Cheryl: It’s so weird to see “September” used for a foxtrot rather than a cha cha, but he’s fun to watch either way. He really needed heel leads because it was stompy. I know Cheryl tried to instill that in him, but it didn’t click. His frame was also strange at times because his shoulders were up, which is an issue a lot of the football players on the show have early on. I have a feeling that we’ll see something click for him soon if he makes it to next week and beyond.

Ally & Sasha: She’s very graceful and emotes really well. I haven’t learned Viennese Waltz yet so I can’t give much insight into the technical side yet, but I do agree with the judges that it lacked the continuous rotation that I know it has. My main issue is with Sasha’s choreography: she knows how to move! I want him to get into the dances sooner to showcase that!

Mary & Brandon: I love watching her dance. Was it the best dance on a technical level? Not by any stretch, but she’s in her 70′s and this competition is not easy. What she lacked in technique she made up for in performance.

Lauren & Gleb: That was solid. Despite how she may have felt, she embodied the paso doble. Her arms were funky at times, but otherwise it was really good. The scores from the judges seemed pretty low?

Sean & Lindsay: I don’t even want to talk about this. Watching him makes me cringe--both the rehearsal package and the dance. Someone in the costume department is doing Lindsay dirty because I thought she was going to slip on that skirt about 3 times during that dance.

Karamo & Jenna: This was definitely an improvement performance-wise from last week. His frame was wonky, and I only realized now that there’s a big height difference between to two of them, which is probably why his frame shrinks. We’ve seen this problem before, and it’s fixable.

Kate & Pasha: That was really good! I was smiling the entire dance. She was smooth and light on her feet. My only critique is fully articulating her lines all the way through her hands to her finger tips. It seems like Pasha is really determined to prove himself as a new pro and it’s definitely showing. Kate was amazing.

Kel & Witney: This is what I wanted from Kel last week. I love a good hip-hop/samba combo, especially when they’re fused so seamlessly. Witney’s choreo shines when she gets to be creative like this. It lacked some bounce and hip action, but samba week 2 is tough. Why are the giving them these difficult dances so early on? Either way, Kel is still one to watch.

Lamar & Peta: There wasn’t a whole lot of salsa here, so I don’t know what to critique. He seemed more relaxed, but I don’t know what else to say. It was hard to watch him deflate as the judges gave him critiques.

Hannah & Alan: This was a very pretty dance. Hannah really understands how to hit and extend her lines. There was one time I think she had too much energy in one of her arms, but I’d rather she give too much and have to pull back than have to give more.

I’m sad Mary had to go home when fucking Sean Spicer is still there. She was a joy to watch.

#dwts #freefree watches dwts

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fallen029 · 5 years

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Unfinished Thunder Strauss Tribe

I haven’t been too productive recently and am still devoting most my free writing time to the last Remember Me story. So I haven’t gotten around to writing many new things recently. Still, here’s an old, unfinished one-shot I wrote this last winter. I abandoned it for some reason (I think I felt the jokes got a little too off-color), but I’m pretty apathetic today, so here it is, if you’re into that kind of thing. Maybe one day I’ll finish it. Maybe.

It was a miserable idea for Laxus, the loss of control was. Not so much the actual fact of it, but rather the terrible thoughts that lead up to it, as he considered whether or not he should go through with it. The procedure. Going under the knife was horrifying enough, but the concept of being completely powerless, for the world to go on around him while he could do nothing, but be unconscious, was not a comforting thought to the slayer.

“Ah, yes,” Freed agreed when he explained this to him. “You are fearful of the idea because you were put under when the lacrima was implanted in you by your father, right? The concept of surgery troubles you simply because it has always been tied to such an unpleasant memory.”

“No,” Laxus growled a bit with a glare. “I hadn’t even thought of that. But now it’ll be all I can think about. Thanks.”

“Well, if it helps,” Bickslow was quick to point out as the rune mage only sighed. “You didn’t, like, die from that. You came out stronger. Better. You’re Raijin! But...it also led to you losing your entire family and drove your father crazy, so I can see where you’re coming from.”

That time, Laxus was growling too much to even say anything.

It was alright though as Mirajane, who was seated beside him at the table, only took to patting at his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, dragon,” she insisted. It was her day off, which meant that Mirajane spent the day up at the hall anyways, critiquing Lisanna and Kinana’s barmaid work. It was her favorite past time. “Nothing will happen to you. You just drift off to sleep and then, when it’s time, wake up again.”

“She’s right,” Freed ventured again. “There is no one in there with you other than those preforming the procedure. Nothing to worry about.”

“Unless,” Bickslow started up again, ignoring the glares he got from the other three, “someone takes advantage of ya. You know. While you’re under.”

“What does that even mean?” Mira asked with a frown.

“I think we all know.” Bickslow shook his head at Laxus. “You gotta always be on your guard, boss.”

Freed only took to rubbing his palm deeper into his eye socket. After finding that, no, this did not make the seith disappear, he addressed him instead.

“Bickslow,” he complained softly, “why would you even say that? Who thinks of those things?”

“Well, clearly I do. And you know what’s never happened to me? I’ve never been taken advantage of.”

“You also have fucked up teeth.”

That came from one table over where Elfman and Evergreen were totally not sitting together or anything, but, well, with Mira there, at the table next to Laxus, it left little room for Ever, and she just had to sit nearby, as to overhear if anyone said anything terrible about her. If Bickslow’s constant stream of nonsense the past minute or so said anything, it was that someone in their group was always getting shit on.

And she was not going to allow herself to be the one.

But no, she wasn’t the one that spoke. Given they were currently discussing something she had no interest in, she was hardly listening, honestly. More seething over finding Mirajane in her chair. Replacing her. How could they?

Elfman though was the one that spoke up. He only stared over at the seith as he did so.

“What?” Bickslow complained. “Whaddu ya mean? Huh? Boy, a guy have some funky stuff going on in his mouth and suddenly it’s just okay to attack him for no reason.”

“I believe what Elfman is saying,” Freed sighed as, again, he tried pushing his palm into the opposite eye, but still with little luck, “is that Laxus is going to go under anesthesia to get his wisdom tooth removed. Bickslow, who has never so much as had someone look at his teeth, has allowed them to get rather...well...”

“Fucked up,” Elfman repeated once more and the green haired man only nodded.

“Yes,” Freed sighed. “And Elfman is merely pointing out that, considering the state at which he has allowed his teeth to get, it is rather ridiculous for him to comment on what Laxus plans to do to insure his do not wind up the same.”

“I don’t give a fuck what my teeth look like,” Laxus remarked.

“Some of us at the table do,” Mira told him simply and, well, Freed had to nod along with that. Even when he cared not for his safety, there certainly were others who thought of it frequently.

“I’m just doin’ it because it’s fuckin’ painful,” the slayer went on, ignoring both his girlfriend and best friend. “And I can’t get addicted to pain pills. Would fuck with my sex drive.”

“There was so much information packed into that one sentence,” Elfman said simply from where he sat. “A lot I didn’t even wanna know. But mostly, Laxus, I’m wonderin’, what kind of man are you anyways? That you fear a little pain?”

“A little?” The slayer growled again. “I have a fucking tooth trying to grow up under my other teeth, and it’s giving me a damn infection!”

“I’d die of an infection before I took a damn pain pill,” Elfman retorted.

“Yeah? Elfboy? You would?” The lightning mage was growing steadily more annoyed with all of them, honestly. “Well, why don’t I cut ya open some and let you get some of those damn infect-”

“Laxus.” Mirajane ran a hand down his arm soothingly, yet in warning. “Behave.”

He huffed, but remained silent.

“Infection talk already?” Lisanna was at their table then, finally, to refill their drinks. Laxus, who wasn’t allowed to drink on his pills, tried hard not to hate the demon (and Freed) for being there and making sure that he didn’t. “Wow, you guys are having quite the conversation.”

“Dragon is just worried about his procedure in the morning,” Mira assured her sister. “And hey, Lisanna, maybe not spend so much time lingering over there with Natsu and Happy? Playing? And maybe more time on your customers?”

“They are my customers though, big sis,” the youngest Strauss insisted as she and Bickslow beamed at one another. “I’m furthering better relationships with them. To help improve morale and all that.”

“Oh.” Mira thought for a moment. “I guess that makes sense.”

“That makes,” Freed informed her, “zero sense.”

“And don’t be worried about your tooth thing, Laxus.” Lisanna did not wish to dwell on the fallacies she frequently fed her sister. At all. “They don’t put you under for that, you know. Not fully, at least. Just enough to get you loopy and out of it.”

“See?” Mira patted again at his arm. “Nothing to worry about at all, dragon. You’ll be loopy and out of it and feel no pain. You could conqueror the world like that.”

“Are you implying he, specifically, could do that? Because of his strength and prowess?” Freed questioned. “Or are you simply implying that in general, any person under those circumstances could-”

“Does,” Evergreen retorted, still glaring Mira’s way, as she had been, the entirety of the time, “it matter?”

“Well, I am only curious.”

They were right though, Laxus was certain, and he eased up some at the thought. Yes. Of course. He could look out for himself so long as he wasn’t completely unconscious. Right. Of course.

“But boss,” Bickslow kept up, “think about it; isn’t it a lot worse, to just be conscious enough to know that you’re being taken advantage of? But being unable to stop it? I say don’t do it.”

“Who’s going to take advantage of Laxus?” Lisanna was now, apparently, forming a bond with her siblings, boyfriend, and Freed and Ever, given that she was hanging around far too long. If she wasn’t so invested in keeping Laxus from calling the whole thing off, Mira might have critiqued her.

“Well, it’s all about power, ain’t it?” the seith kept up. “All of it. What’s more powerful then? Huh? Than taking advantage of the most powerful wizard around?”

“I’m starting to think you’re wanting to take advantage of him,” Freed remarked dryly and the seith only beamed.

“Oh, gosh, your teeth are fucked up,” Evergreen said, acting as if this was the first time she’d noticed.

It was not.

Laxus let out a long, haggard breath then. “Would you all just shut up? Other than the demon and Freed, I dunno why I even still talk to you.”

“Especially Bickslow,” Elfman remarked. “In light of all this. It ain’t too manly, you know, to try and take advantage of someone indisposed.”

“Or at all,” Freed told him, a bit offended, honestly, at the addition of the stipulation. “Even in non-sexual ways. You shouldn’t...trick people into things. Con them. Whatever. If you have power in a situation, you should act accordingly.”

It was Bickslow, however, who was the most offended, it seemed.

“Oi,” he complained after a slurp of his ale. “Here I am, trying to help the boss like a good guy to make sure he doesn’t get taken advantaged of, and you guys make me out to be some sort of scam artist.”

“I think the implication was that you’re a rapist. Or at least a budding one.” Evergreen couldn’t believe she cared enough to still be so involved in the conversation. “Or at least that’s what I got out of all this.”

“Just shut up.” Laxus slammed his fist on the table then. “All of you. And hey, Lisanna, I ordered a meal over an hour ago now, it feels like. Are you gonna be serving me any time soon?” This is going to affect your tip.”

She made a face at him (though, honestly, she was now worried about the fact she hadn’t even begun to get his order ready) before replying, “I have to stick around and make sure you guys don’t take advantage of Bickslow.”

“Have no fear,” Freed sighed. “There will be none of that here.”

“In the non-sexual way. And you guys do it all the time.” Lisanna looked to Bickslow then, nodding over at the man as he fumbled with a lighter for his cigarette. “You badger him.”

“We what?” Elfman asked.

“Badger,” his younger sister kept up. “Bickslow has never, in his entire life, had so much as a perverse thought. But now you have him painted as some kind of sexual deviant. The nerve.”

“The nerve,” the man’s babies, who floated about as always, repeated as their father only nodded his head.

“It’s true,” he said. “I’m practically a saint. Now you guys have everyone around here thinking I’mma sneak in and hurt the boss or somethin’ while he’s under, getting his tooth pulled. I’m not.”

“We’re glad,” Mira assured him with a bit of a frown. “But you’re the one who brought all this up, you know, Bickslow.”

“I was just highlighting boss’s fears. That’s all. Nothin’ else. But you guys get to twisting my words all about and I have no way of defending myself. Not without Lissy here.”

“I’ve never in my life...feared being… Shut up, Bickslow.” Laxus glare was so heavy, the seith had to drop his visor back over his eyes. “Why is this even funny? Why is this a joke?”

“It’s not,” Freed assured them. “You should all be very ashamed for-”

“Oh, shut up.” Ever wasn’t in the mood for him either, it seemed. “You’re just as involved in this as anyone. It’s not even the worst thing you’ve all discussed before.”

“Us all. But not you, right?” Freed was just as tight with her. When it was just the three of them, the Thunder Legion, they typically found themselves pitted against Bickslow and his quickening deteriorating mental state, but when they were around the Strauss siblings, well, at times they could find themselves at odds with one another. “The only funny thing in all of this to me, honestly, is that we all have allowed ourselves to become so derailed. We did not come here to discuss the realities and often under reported male sexual assaults-”

“You guys really know how to bring down a room, you know,” Lisanna told them all with glances around the table.

“We came here,” Freed kept up, “to talk about how we will handle tomorrow.”

“I don’t need you geeks handling anything.” Laxus had that growl in his voice once more. “Mira’s going to go down with me, to the dental office, I’mma get my tooth pulled or whatever, and then she’s going to take me home. And I don’t wanna see any of you hanging around my apartment when I get there.”

“Oh, dragon, that’s not the plan.” Mira patted at his arm. “Freed and I’ll take you and Elfman will come too, in case you get unruly.”

“They will not.”

“And then we’ll all take you back to my house,” Mira kept up, “where we’ll all take turns keeping watch over you.”

“No. Mira, I am telling you-”

“It has to be that way, Laxus.” That time his arm didn’t get patted. She only stared at him. “I have work tomorrow. I can’t spend all day with you.”

“Take the day off.”

“Two off days in a row?” She couldn’t help it, Mira couldn’t. She giggled. “Do you think I have that kind of pull around here? Be serious, Laxus.”

“I’m the fucking master’s grandson! You are fucking the master’s grandson! The master fucking wants to fuck you! Everyone wants to fuck you! How do you not have pull here?”

“Whoa, man.” Bickslow was the only one that spoke then as the others all gave him harsh looks. “Don’t be rude, huh? Saying vulgar stuff like that. I know this is a bar, boss, but you’re in mixed company.”

“Ain’t too manly,” Elfman agreed, “talking that way in front of ladies.”

“This is why Kinana and I both don’t serve you,” Lisanna added because, honestly, she just didn’t feel much up for cooking a meal that day. “But we’d appreciate it if you tip as if we did.”

Laxus finally had had enough. He shoved up from the table and skulked off. Mira looked after him, but didn’t seem too keen to follow.

“He can be so bratty sometimes,” she complained, instead, to the others. “Well, anyways, everyone knows their schedule, right? For taking care of him?”

“I have written copies, in color coded writing,” Freed began then as he rose then, just to pass out sheets of paper to them all, “of the schedule. I expect everyone to be cooperative in this. Mira must go into work, following his appointment, and though I would like to sit around with Laxus all day, I too have an engagement-”

“And I can’t babysit the boss all day long either,” Bickslow said. “I-”

“No one wants you alone with him,” Evergreen remarked simply. “At all.”

“Salacious,” the seith griped, “rumors.”

“Badgering,” Lisanna agreed. “I say.”

“Why am I not on the list?” Elfman spoke up once he’d read over it. “All it says here is that I’m going with you and Freed, Mira, to help knock Laxus out and force him to get his tooth removed, if need be-”

“But I’m the weird one,” Bickslow complained as Lisanna took her turn then, patting at her boyfriend’s shoulder.

“To think Laxus is this popular,” Mira giggled. “That you all want a turn watching him sleep. That’s all he do anyways, I bet, really. I just want someone there in case he needs anything, is all.”

“Laxus is our fearless leader,” Freed reminded the woman. “Of course we care about his well-being.”

“Well, I know,” Mira insisted. “I just meant-”

“Men shouldn’t look out for men anyways.” And Elfman threw his carefully color coded sheet of paper from him, drawing the ire of the rune mage. “It’s not right! Men look out for women only. Laxus can take care of himself. I don’t care at all about being left out. I-”

“Hey, where has Laxus gotten off to?” Lisanna, finally, began to look around for the man. “Did he leave?

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