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The Tale Of The Bloodline | TWICE MiSaMo (Mina, Sana & Momo) x Male Reader- CHAPTER 10 (SPECIAL): “Rise Of The Empire Chief”

In this chapter, there will be no any of the MISAMO trio to feature in here. This special chapter is only to tell the origins of Yuta Nakamoto becoming The Empire Chief and how did his historic title run begun, which led to the foundation of The Bloodline. Oh, and by the way, Your appearance in this story will be ENHYPEN's Park Sunghoon. I chose him because since your role in this story is YN Myoui, who is the twin brother of your older sister Myoui Mina, I based your appearance on being mostly similar to Mina too, and I've seen some contents telling how Mina and Sunghoon look almost like "siblings" because of how similar their features are, so that's why. But I'm not telling you to follow me though; if you're still more comfortable imagining yourself in your role, then I have no problem with it. This is just optional.

PREVIOUSLY ON TTOTB CHAPTER 9: [The Reason Why]...

"Here's what we gonna do. If you still don't work yourself being SHY SHY SHY around Sana again, I'm gonna do something you ain't gonna like." Yuta warned YN who is still couldn't calm himself down from his cackles because of Sana's newly made catchphrase.

"Here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna take that "Honorary" away, and I'm gonna make her our official Bloodline's muse." Yuta said as he points out at Sana's scarf around her neck, with YN now back at being seriousness even though the glimpse of how he surrendered herself from Sana's irresistable effect is still visible.

YN gave Yuta an incomprehensible look, muttering "You can't be serious, cous?!" but Yuta just nodded back at him and points his head. "Use the time well, think wisely."

"Well ladies and gentlemen, I think The Empire Chief has called an end to this segment. Please catch your Empire Chief LIVE and in person from all around the world next time on Friday Night Knockdown." Jinyoung said as he gave his closing remark in regards to The Bloodline, doing a mic drop before the arena played Yuta's theme again.

The show ended with The Bloodline as Yuta walked out on the ring first followed by Jinyoung, Mina, and Momo until YN and Sana were the last ones. Sana gave a cheeky smile on him in which he blushed before quickly rolling his eyes back and ignoring her to hid it away.

AUGUST 20, 2020 | 3 YEARS AGO

The Japan Combat Federation's World Champion Dong Young-bae or better known by his alias Taeyang is making his entrance to the ramp. The titantron, the raging theme, and his aura as he emerges in the arena perfectly congruent altogether to describe the cursing adrenaline and fueled motivation of him to finally finish his last quest.

That, is in the form of his contender, being his 3rd straight match with him, but this time... the opponent is in another persona as a part of his character, which is Taeyang's biggest challenge because this one's is the final form of Shin Dong-hee: a diabolical, merciless, and beastly character.

Shindong is waiting for Taeyang to join him in the ring as he creepily stalked at the corner. Their eyes had contact, and Taeyang never wore such a terrifying expression before that will match to what he's having today.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you guys have a weak stomatch, please turn away... because this is not going to be pretty." Knight warned to the viewers. "Dong Taeyang and "The Sinister" Shin Donghee finally clash here tonight at Superslam."

Taeyang enters the ring, leaps at the ropes and stares down a hole at Shindong before doing his taunt and proudly showed the golden telt in his grasp.

"Taeyang promised to show the world the evil son of a bitch they have ever seen before." Kwangsoo reminded. "And now he stands before us as a World Champion tonight."

"This is a Falls Count Anywhere match. That means you pick up the victory in this building, to be out of the street as a matter of fact. Taeyang, Shindong, for the World Championship title." Knight explained the rules to anybody who might have forget how does the stipulation works.

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5 minutes after the bell rang to officially start the match, the two collided with all their last stored might at one another, sending them all around in the arena.

Taeyang rudely kicks Shindong's face while he is crawling away in the ramp from him. "I've never seen this side of Taeyang before." Knight commented as they continue to watch him assaulting Shindong.

Taeyang picks up Shindong and threw him to the LED screen of the entrance way. "C'mon, Shinister!", he mocked as he weakly kicked his face then bounced his head on the screen.

Both went to the curtain, Taeyang punches Shindong leading him inside to the backstage area where the producers monitoring the match left and gave space for the two behemoths to proceed hurting each other while sparing theirselves from harm.

Taeyang fires a blow on Shindong's stomatch before attempting to lift him up for a powerslam but the latter refuses and fights back, pummeling Taeyang with multiple arm hits on the spine.

The two exchanged hits until Shindong took the advantage and threw Taeyang into the wall, shoulder and arm first on the bump. Shindong grabbed him again and he drove him on the other side of the wall after.

Shindong positioned Taeyang to prepare executing his finishing manoever, the Kiss Of Death where he kisses his opponent's forehead first before he rotates along with the head, slamming the face backwards straight at the ground.

He perfectly performed it, putting Taeyang unconscious for good. "That's gotta be it. No one's getting up from that." Kwangsoo reacted.

"And the cover now by The Shinister to win the Japan World Championship"

"1...2..."

Taeyang swayed his arm away, lifting his shoulder up to break the count and kick out at two. Shindong sat beside his beatened foe, and maniacally laughs at how Taeyang is determined to hold on and willing to take more pain just so he could submit once and for all under his hellish brute power.

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Another 5 minutes have passed, Shindong and Taeyang's fight returned to the ring. Taeyang who is now leading the match under his control, is carrying Shindong's body over his shoulder to attempt for a second repeat of his own finisher, a running powerslam.

He ran, turned, jumped and drilled Shindong's body down on the mat. He hooked his leg and the referee began to count. "1...2..." but Shindong kicked out again.

"And if you're Taeyang you're gonna start wondering what the hell do I need to do to keep The Shinister down?" Knight stated as the camera flashes at Taeyang with bloody head muttering something out of rage in which it urged him to hammer fist Shindong's face repeatedly before screaming in anger on his front.

Taeyang rolled out of the ring and slowly walked around the ringside before he noticed something on the floor. A laid out opened toolbox with its contents scattered. He squatted and picked up a sharp object as he stared at it with fascination.

With a cruel idea, he reentered the ring and guards Shindong who is still down. He kneeled on the vacant space and looked at the sharp object around his hand as he lets out a frightening laugh.

"The hell is Taeyang gonna do with a damn box cutter?" Knight confusedly asked before the answer was thrown at him when Taeyang started to slice through the mat of the ring.

"Taeyang is exposing the wood inside the ring." Kwangsoo replied as Taeyang spreads and tears off the thin foam and the canvas away to make the wood surface visible.

After he finished doing a little work to assist his plans, he turned around only to see a fully recovered Shindong standing and staring intimidatingly at him.

Taeyang immediately charges at Shindong but he catches him, hooking his arm around and squashes him down with a urinagi straight into the exposed ring area.

He wasn't done yet, as the tables suddenly flipped, Shindong snatches the opportunity where he grabs the critically damaged Taeyang and sets him up again for a Kiss Of Death on the woodened surface in which he did succeed.

"Wait what? The Shinister isn't done yet?" Knight was baffled and even Kwangsoo as they thought Shindong is going to pin Taeyang already but it looks like the monster isn't finished yet with his agenda.

Shindong positioned Taeyang again on his hold, head locked around thd arm for another Kiss Of Death on the wood.

He finally covers Taeyang's completely knock- outed body and the referee counts. "1...2...3."

The bell rang on the signal and the timekeeper handed the world title belt on the referee as the entrance theme of Shindong played across the interior of the arena.

"Here is your winner and the NEW Japan Combat Federation World Champion, "The Shinister" Shin Donghee!!!" ring announcer Song Jihyo yelled into the microphone to declare the win for the brand new victorious champion.

"The Shinister is a champion again." Knight acknowledged Shindong's second world title run after winning it last year in 2019.

"Once more, darkness reigns over the Federation." Kwangsoo said. Shindong snatches the championship belt away from the hands of the referee who is presenting it in front of him.

He slowly rose from his feet and exhaustedly stood to raise his arms up with the belt in his hand to celebrate his another achievement before he sensed something danger coming against him.

He glanced at the side and the entire world went stunned when a familiar person appeared on the scene, tackling Shindong down with an emphatic spear before aggressively punching him in the head.

"What the- who the hell?!"

"You know who the hell is he!"

"OH MY GOD IT'S YUTA NAKAMOTO!!! THE GUARDIAN OF NCTIZEN IS BACK, AND HE'S BEATING THE HELL OUT OF THE NEW WORLD CHAMPION!!!" Knight exclaimed as they keep on witnessing the returning Yuta Nakamoto in action after being on a hiatus for months due to suffering from a virus infection since 2020 was when the pandemic started and spreads out around the globe, affecting all the people in every different countries.

All the fans watching that were visible on the screens provided as a temporary replacement for the arena's set-up during the pandemic were all making the different shapes of reaction to Yuta's return: shock, disapproval, and hype.

"And now he's got his eyes set on The Punisher!" Knight said as Yuta glanced at the weakened Taeyang on the ringside. He rolled out at the other side and starts to run towards at Taeyang to unleash a massive spear into his midsection.

"DID YOU TWO SERIOUSLY FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME?!" Yuta asked, talking to both Shindong and Taeyang who were taken out by him. He looked down at Taeyang laid on his feet. "I MADE YOU! DON'T ACT LIKE YOU'RE THE BIGGEST THREAT AS LONG AS I'M HERE!"

Yuta went to the timekeeper's area and grabbed a steel chair with him which he used to brutally smash it on Taeyang's back and his left arm.

"Yuta Nakamoto is mangling the chair out of the fallen body of Dong Taeyang!" Kwangsoo said.

Yuta threw away the chair bended in half and went back in the ring to set his sight on target at Shindong crawling in fours. He stood at the corner and prepares himself to create another attack on the champion.

"The Shinister, the World Champion has no idea what's going on. He has no idea where he's at. He was blindsided by Nakamoto moments ago." Knight said as they all wait for Shindong to realize the pain he's about to take.

Yuta charged and speared Shindong again for the second time. He stood up and fixed his shirt as he breathes out the effects of the impact he showed tonight.

"Yuta Nakamoto is back with an empathic statement."

Yuta observed something beside the unconscious Shindong. The golden belt in the ground, he grabbed it and admiringly looked at it as he switches his gaze to the current holder of it.

"What is this? You think you can handle the responsibility?" Yuta asks Shindong as he threatens him while holding the belt. "So this is what's all for, huh? No. You're just a freak, out of your mind. I'm the man. I'm the guy, I'm the one."

The show ended with Yuta Nakamoto officially makes his return back in Japan Combat Federation as Shindong's new challenger for the World Championship in which everyone didn't see that coming.

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AUGUST 28, 2020 | 1 WEEK LATER

The general manager of both main rosters, Monday Night War and Friday Night Knockdown Bang Sihyuk knocks on the door thrice to drew the attention of the occupant inside.

"Yuta, it's me Bang Sihyuk!" he exclaimed. Not having any responses by receiving a "get in!" signal or the door opening for him, Sihyuk had no other choice but to do it by himself, muttering "Alright, then" under his breath.

He entered the locker room, meeting Yuta inside who is organizing his things. "Oh thank God you're here, I was looking for you everywhere."

He opened the folder, showing the paper content inside of it to Yuta. "Here's the official contract for your Triple Threat match at Retribution."

"Let's see this thing."

"I'll show it to you."

Sihyuk handed the ballpen to Yuta but he didn't grabbed it from him. "I'm gonna check this out first with someone. Is that alright?"

"Yeah. Go. Sure, take your time." Sihyuk nodded before he left the locker room. Yuta picks up his phone and made a phone call, informing somebody that he finally received it and got updated in return that "he" is on his way now in the arena.

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Two matches has passed for tonight's show, Sihyuk decided to check over Yuta regarding the contract signing.

He entered his locker room again, and in his surprise, he recognized a very familar individual sitting beside Yuta on the couch.

"A-are you done, now?" Sihyuk asks Yuta who is reading the contract.

He massaged his chin, pursed his lips and popped it before he speaks. "Let me tell you this, I want you to fix the changes that I need. I assure you right now, I will be on Retribution this Sunday. That is a promise." Yuta said to Sihyuk who is switching looks to him and the other person with them in the room.

"I will be in the Triple Threat match, destroy everyone and vanish. That's a guarantee, and I will win back the World Championship that I never lost in the FIRST PLACE." Yuta added, referring to his previous reign that was unfortunately cut short with regards to his health condition where he was forced to vacate the title as a consequence for taking a time off away from the company.

"And that's not just a prediction..." He turns his head to the side, now his and Sihyuk's attention are both glued at this mysterious person making the general manager distracted. Grinning from ear to ear, he looked back at Sihyuk to end his statement.

"... that's a spoiler."

The camera's frame widens, revealing the identity of the man, who is none other than one of the most legendary managers in pro-wrestling and combat entertainment history who held many iconic fighters that ever stepped foot in the industry, Park Jinyoung.

He leans forward to make his words clearer to hear for Sihyuk. "Believe. That."

Him and Yuta looked at each other with an interesting smirk as they nod their heads, teasing everyone who is watching at their homes about their newly formed affiliation.

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AUGUST 30, 2020 | 2 DAYS LATER

Japan Combat Federation held their Retribution pay-per-view in Hokkaido. The show's main-event features the Triple Threat match which includes the rivals Dong Taeyang, "The Shinister" Shin Donghee, and Yuta Nakamoto who is making his first match since his months-length of absence.

Strangely enough, the match started with only Taeyang and Shindong present in the ring when the referee signalled for the bell to rang immediately as Taeyang plowed Shindong to the back of his neck while he was performing his entrance in the ring.

They forgot about Yuta supposedly to be included also in the match, and it proceeded instead with only Taeyang and Shindong fighting each other off for the World Championship.

"Taeyang going after at The Shinister, still upset after what happened last week."

Taeyang ran through Shindong and collided his body on him at the corner before lifting him all over and slam him down on the mat.

He made a quick cover, looking to end the champion earlier than expected. "1...2..." but Shindong kicks out.

Taeyang just laughs at the toughness of Shindong until the latter just stood back up like a possessed madman, only to be caught when Taeyang drives him to the turnbuckle and deliver some right hand shots and headbutts before he tries to splash him again on the corner.

However, Shindong finally manages to prevent the Punisher by blocking him with a crossbody, two heavyweights involved in a collision.

Shindong stalks Taeyang who is groaning in pain. He sets him up for a Kiss of Death and he nailed it. A cover was made "1...2..." but Taeyang kicks out.

Taeyang crawls out of the ring. Shindong pursues the challenger but Taeyang caught him with a choke, then a knee to the stomach and elbow shots at the back. He was about to smash his head on the edge of the ring but Shindong counters, taking his turn to attack with his own hits and returns the attempt back at Taeyang, bouncing his head off at the ring.

The two titans continues to apply pain at ond another. Shindong wraps Taeyang and performs a urinagi slam to him right through the announce table as it exploded on the impact.

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Their grueling and intense fight created a slightly similar feel to their match back at Superslam when both of them were now brawling at each other around the ring.

Shindong punches Taeyang on the stomach and sets him up again for another Kiss Of Death but on the steel ramp this time but Taeyang was able to block him with a headbutt to the forehead, escaping from his possession.

He punches Shindong on the face. Noticing that he is now standing at the end of the stage, Taeyang did an unbelievable spot by pouncing at Shindong and send theirselves crashing through the tables stacked below.

"We anticipated chaos and destruction, but these two have no bounds." Kwangsoo said.

Taeyang slowly gets off from Shindong's side and continues to hammer his fists around his face. He stands up and leaned at one of the equipment machines for the stages to heavily breath off his exhaustion caused by the ongoing battle.

Afte resting a little, he pulls Shindong's hair upwards and carried him all the way back in the ring.

Taeyang climbs at the top rope, looking to fly and land through Shindong to apply more damage but the immortal-like ability of Shindong assists him to recover eventually and fires an uppercut at Taeyang's face.

Shindong joins Taeyang on the turnbuckles and proceeded to attack him.

"These two entities, these two monsters climbing at the top of the ring."

"There's a great deal of humanity in the ring ropes even though neither of these were close to being a human"

Shindong clutches Taeyang's head around his arm and sets him up on the corner before performing a superplex to the top rope, and in everybody's bewilderment and amusement, the ring collapses at the massive impact it took.

"Oh my goodness, The Shinister has Taeyang in position for a superplex! O-OH MY GOD!"

"WHAT THE HELL! THE RING IMPLODED!" Knight and Kwangsoo reacted in utter awe as they watched the ring bounce and deconstruct. The posts bended, the ropes untangled, the referee was yeeted out of the ring, both fighters down in the destroyed battleground.

The arena then played Yuta's entrance theme, alarming everyone who might've forgotten already that Yuta is still included in the match. "And at this moment, with both men down. Here comes the Guardian of NCTizen, with Park Jinyoung in tow."

Yuta with a steel chair in hand emerged along with Jinyoung holding the contract for him. He took out the ballpen and gave it to Yuta for him to sign the contract.

Yuta starts to march in the ramp with steel chair in his hand as a weapon, completely legal based on the No Holds Barred rules.

He entered the collapsed ring, rolled Shindong around to pin him but he noticed that no referee was present anymore. He commanded one from backstage to get out and substitute.

One listened and runs through the ring to count. "1...2..." It's too late as Shindong kicks out at two, much in Yuta's disbelief.

He shook his head, then proceeded to hook Shindong's leg again for another cover. "1...2..." and a kick out still.

Yuta panics. He decided to switch to Taeyang and cover. "1....2..." but yet also, the Punisher is still holding on to his strength.

He figures out what to do next. He grabs again the steel chair that he left on the ringside and starts smashing it on Taeyang's back repeatedly.

Yuta pins Taeyang again, thinking it might finally work "1...2.." but still, it wasn't enough as Taeyang refuses to stay down.

Yuta confusedly looked at Taeyang and wondering why is he still fighting with everything he can when he knew he's losing the advantage of the match.

He tried to attack Shindong next with a steel chair but it prevented Yuta when he chokes him out with a mandible claw manouvre stuffing his fingers down into Yuta's throat only to receive a low blow on his crotch.

Him enduring the pain sends him rolling out of the ring. Yuta covers his mouth to ease the pain that he felt on that part before ficusing back on the action, setting himself on the corner as he eyed Taeyang slowly getting up back to his knees.

As Taeyang rotates, Yuta engaged a spear to him, putting him down. He covered Taeyang for the third and final time.

"1...2...3."

The referee signalled for the bell and Yuta's entrance theme played. "Here is your winner and the NEW Japan Combat Federation World Champion, Yuta Nakamoto!!!"

Jinyoung laughs and applauds for Yuta on the stage as he watches him being presented by the golden belt. Yuta grabs it and accepts the declaration by the referee to raise his arm in victory.

"Nakamoto regaining the title he never lost." Knight said at the aftermath of the main event.

"Listen, Yuta did exactly what he filed to do but I don't think Yuta even expected it to do this way. It doesn't matter anyway, because we got a brand new World Champion!"

"But wait, Kwangsoo. What about the way Yuta did this? He waited for the opportunity. He walked down here, signed the contract on the way to the ring..."

"...exactly what Yuta said he's going to do. Destroy everyone and vanish."

The show ended with Yuta approaching Jinyoung praising him for his title win, marking the beginning of his historic championship reign in the main roster of Japan Combat Federation.

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SEPTEMBER 4, 2020 | 5 DAYS LATER

For this week's episode of Friday Night Knockdown, the brand new World Champion Yuta Nakamoto and Park Jinyoung are both scheduled to appear tonight for a segment, to address everyone and explain about their relationship.

Yuta with his golden belt around his shoulder, standing beside Jinyoung with a usual microphone in his hand fitting for his expertise.

"Just when you thought I was out, HE... pulled me back in." Jinyoung starts his speech, pointing his finger at Yuta staring seriously at one of the cameras recording them live.

"Oh please, don't make fools out of yourselves and embarass yourselves pointing your accusatory fingers at me for corrupting him, because I assure you... HE is corrupting ME."

"Let me ask you a question, what happened to the thank yous, the appreciation to all the selfish executive decisions through life-threatening illneses this man has delivered?"

"Let me tell you this one time, so you can get this into your thick unappreciative skulls. Ladies and gentlemen, my name... is Park Jinyoung, and I serve as the special adviser for YOUR Empire Chief, YOUR reigning, defending, undisputed World Heavyweight Champion... Yuta Nakamoto.", Jinyoung said, announcing to everyone his role in Yuta's life while introducing a new side into the man's entire personality.

He handed the microphone to Yuta, while he remained behind and watch him patiently.

"I'm a man of my word." Yuta speaks out his message. "I did exactly what I was about to do in Retribution. I signed the contract, I destroyed Shindong, I destroyed Taeyang and I left as your World Heavyweight Champion."

"At Battle Of The Champions, I don't care who I am gonna face. Monster or man, watch them get enslaughtered by me because THIS IS MY TERRITORY."

"And when you have this kind of power, all you have to do... is show up and win."

After they ended the segment, they walked through the backstage to make their leave on the arena. In the middle of their way, Yuta plastered a grin on his face as he get to crossed paths with one of his cousins, YN Myoui who is clapping his hands loud enthusiastically.

"OH YES SIRRR! LOOK WHO IT IS!" YN shakes hand with Yuta. "WELCOME BACK, THE NEW WORLD CHAMPION!"

He waved at Jinyoung who nodded and smiled at him. "Oh man, you really made our family proud! Yo, I've been texting you for a whole week, man. What were you up to?"

"I'm sorry, man. I was busy, alright?"

He commanded Jinyoung to go first and prepare the car for him.

"Can I ask you something, man?"

"What is it?"

"What's with you and JYP?" He asked intriguingly with a mix of doubt in his tone. "After all he'd put you in, bro? You trust him?"

"Wait, don't worry. I know, okay. I got it under control", Yuta calms down YN, understanding his point knowing that Jinyiung has been once a manager of some of his previous best rivals throughout his career.

"Everything is all in line, just let me handle this okay?"

"If you need somebody to watch your back, you know I got you. Always."

"I know. I love you, man but I have to go." Yuta bid his farewell to his cousin who still has a match upcoming for tonight.

"Okay. See ya!" He watches Yuta walk away, but he just remembered something when Yuta was already quite far away from him already."

"Wait, yo! Wanna grab some steak with me after the show ends?"

As expected, Yuta couldn't hear his invitation anymore.

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Jinyoung received a notification from his phone while he is in the middle of driving.

He tapped the screen to check, the information displayed on it.

As he quickly reads it to maintain his focus more on the road, he blinked his eyes rapidly when he understood what the update is sharing.

"Uhm, sir..." he called at Yuta who is busy playing a game on his phone.

"What?"

"Did you know that YN had a match earlier tonight?"

"No." Yuta answered. "He did?"

"Yes sir."

"What's the match and the result?"

Jinyoung cleared his throat before speaking as he wasn't sure what his Empire Chief would feel about this.

"Mr. Sihyuk organized a Fatal 4-Way match earlier with the winner to be the number one contender and your first challenger for your World Championship at Battle Of The Champions-

"Yeah, I knew that he will." Yuta replied, interrupting his sentence. He then furrowed his eyebrows and paused the game. "Wait, so YN is in the match?"

"Y-Yes, sir...

... and he won the match too."

Yuta slowly raised his head and stared at the reflection of the nervous Jinyoung in the rearview mirror as his reaction to the unexpected information that was given to him.

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 4 months

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Can we get another part with the Devil nobles? Pleaseeeee? :3

((Another one? Sure, why not? I can write something else if you like. Just give me a second. Though, this one might be a little crazy with some giggles.))

((Oh and Van ink belongs to my wonderful friend @demon-blood-youths ))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

It's been a little while after the crazy things with Shdwkyz and Vivi. Though, right now, Ink was sleeping in her room while she was resting up. This was crazy even now that she hopes things are alright.

"Zzzzz.....zzzzzzz.....zzzzzzzz...." lightly snoring in her bed, Ink looked peaceful in her dreams. It was cute to say the least.

Well, that changes in a moment....

"WE DEMAND TO SPEAK TO VANITY!" A sudden boom of voices speaking at the same time was heard throughout Ink's kingdom to snap her awake.

"!?" She snorts awake to blink, showing some bedhead but yawns rubbing her eyes.

"Ugghhh what the heck was that?" she mutters sleepy but that's when she looks wondering what is happening now. "Oh don't tell me dad did something else..." she grumbles but she might have to go and find out.

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"Gentlemen please calm down! Lets try to clear this up peacefully." Vanity said seeing six devils around a round table. They seem to be ready to tear at each other's throats.

"Come on Vanity, I think my son would be better for your daughter. He's well known in the demon world in my kingdom. The strongest ever!" a young handsome devil said with a familiar green black mist around his body, golden hair but his eyes were glowing blue. A tail shows behind him. A incubus energy demon it seems.

"I think she would be better with MY son! He's a lot more powerful and he's going to be well known when heading over to the human world again. She will see he's powerful and right for her!" Another devil was there with arms crossed, he was already growling at the others. He was a exploding type of devil but remaining proud for most.

"I think you two are blind. My heir is better for her. She would love to have someone to be protective of her. A tiger fits well with a dragon!" A white weretiger called Byakko. His own tail was swaying.

"You fools think you can beat my son!? NO! He's going to be king and he will see that he's perfect for your daughter! A true queen like no other!" Satan said with arms crossed already annoyed.

"Boys boys please...fighting won't solve this. I'm sure she would be better with my heir." Arsene smiled to them.

"NO! I THINK MY HEIR WILL BE PERFECT FOR HER!" The chainsaw devil said glaring at them as the six devils growls at them while seeing Vanity having a headache pinching the bridge of his nose.

Senkai was quiet but sweatdrops seeing the devils arguing about this. Yeah, seems everyone heard about the whole engagement.

Now they were arguing and shouting in the meeting throne room but outside, six young men was waiting but they were hearing their devils arguing.

"I really don't get why they are taking this seriously! We haven't even met this heir of the Vanity house. Second, I already told that old man i was fine!" Bakugo said grumbling while looking to his claws since he was a exploding devil dragon.

"I don't know..maybe this heir is really nice. We don't know who she is. All I know is that she's part of the Vanity household and you all know she's family of one of the strongest devils in the demon world." Izuku said swaying his incubus tail. Another was there swaying his white tiger tail with ears flat down, Atsushi was silent.

"Maybe it's only because they want to try the alliance right after. We don't know much right now but maybe she's not too bad. That and the wars the kingdoms suffered under way back.." he said.

"Even though their going crazy with it?" Ren asked silently but it made them think about it.

"Though, I don't know. I could be wrong. Even so, I'm NOT going to follow my old man's footsteps just because. It's annoying when he gets like this." Rin said bored while Denji agrees.

"True, I just wanna head out and do something else." he said. The six men sighed at the same time hearing the arguing but that's when they did see someone else rushing over. "Huh?"

"Ugghhhh why does he have to have a meeting this early in the morning!? I can't sleep with all this noise!" A female voice said making the six blink to look. However, the young men looks seeing someone rush over but she stops to notice.

The guys did too but when the young woman came into view, their eyes widen seeing. They saw a very beautiful young woman, tall and lean but at the right size for cuddles. She was described as fit from their point of view given the cute curves. She has caramel-skin, cute grey eyes and medium black messy hair. She seems to be wearing a navy short sleeve with a hood over her head but it was off showing her hair. Underneath her short jacket is a grey tee with a V-shaped across. Wears dark loose jeans and grey converse. She has a huge silver button pin on her hood which has the letter V engraved in it.

"......."

"Huh??? Who the heck are you guys!? Why are you in my kingdom!?" Ink said.

'Who the heck is that!?!?' The six though blushing in their minds finding her beautiful. Little hearts were floating over their heads not expecting this! Ink blinks looking confused but she looks at them.

"Uhhhh..are you guys okay?" she asked.

Snapping out of it, Ren clears his throat to stand up. "Sorry for that. We are other heirs from other locations in the demon world. Our ummm fathers are speaking with the great devil Vanity." he said.

"Vanity?..Wait, why are your dads talking to my dad?" she asked.

"Huh? Dad-"

"WAIT!!! DAD!? THEN DOES THIS MEAN YOUR THE HEIR OF THE VANITY HOUSE!?" Bakugo shouted pointing at her.

".....Uhhhh well my brother Duke is the next in line for being a heir. Then it's me...ehhh I don't know. I don't really focus on that sort of stuff." she tilts her head confused.

"........."

"Hold on, you said your dads so you mean devils but.....why are they talking to...." She tries to ask but grey eyes widen to think. "Ohhhhhh no...Oh no no no! I thought he would let me do this on my own!" she shouted going to confront her father.

"Hey, wait a moment!" Denji said as the six follows her but Ink pushes the doors open to her father's throne meeting room. Right away, she saw Vanity watching six other devils arguing who would take Ink's hand in marriage.

"I say my son will have her hand!"

"NO my son will!"

"No mine!"

"MINE!"

"Your crazy my son will!"

"Your crazy she will love my son and become queen of the Satan house!"

"Oi vey..." Vanity sighed having a headache. The other six blinks seeing this but Ink only felt annoyed before she had enough closing her hand into a fist to take a deep breath then suddenly.....

"WILL YOU ALL SHUT THE HELL UPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!"

Silence was heard hearing her voice echoing through the hallway and the kingdom. The six devils stops but turns seeing Ink with the six there. Vanity saw her but blinks seeing her storm over to glare at her dad.

"Yes Ink-"

"You said I could decide on my own on who I was going to marry and you do this!?" She said pointing up at him.

"First of all, I did say that. Second, they came in unexpected to try and have their sons win your heart. This is not on me this time." he said with arms crossed.

Ink blinks but she and Vanity begins to argue now with the other twelve watching with a sweatdrop. Huh, this was new.

"...Well, I admit she is pretty and seems to have that same attitude much like her old man. But still..I think she fits so well with you Izuku.."

"Ummmm.."

"NO, she'll be better with Bakugo! With that attitude and temper, she fits perfectly!"

"........"

"Your both blind. She possessed the blood of a dragon devil. She and Atsushi will be perfect for one another!"

"....Ummmmmm Byakko please.."

"You three are clearly blind. She will be perfect for Rin. She has blue flames of the honor house! It's perfect!"

"You crazy old man, I told you I don't want you making choices for me!"

"I think she fits with Denji better! He's perfect for her!"

".......*Sighs*"

"You mean your all crazy. She fits beautifully with Ren. It works.."

"......Arsene.."

"Nope! Your all fools!" One said only for them to now argue along with this that Vanity and Ink stops to see this. Here they go fighting again. The six men sighed from this but Ink shook her head.

"Gentlemen please stop this argument!" Vanity said seeing them stop. Look, I'm sure we can deal with this some how. I mean, This is Ink's choice and I don't know if she-"

"I really don't want to right now." she said. "This is crazy! You guys are taking this a bit too seriously-"

"It's important Miss Ink! The kingdoms need to be as one but it can happen depending on who they marry. We think it's best that you pick from one of the six to ensure that kingdom is perfect!" Satan said but the others glare at him.

"..Seriously??? -_- Even if I don't have that time to think about this sort of thing-"

"YES!!"

"......." she sighed shaking her head. They were serious.

"So....we came here to help but the others wouldn't take the hint that you would love being with MY son!" Satan said.

"Oh don't you start! She'll be better with my son!" The chainsaw devil said.

"I think she fits with mine better!" the exploding dragon devil said.

"I think mine is." The incubus devil said.

"Nope mine!" Byakko said.

"You guys really are not listening...because Ren beats all of your boys." .Arsene smiled only for them to argue again! They were not taking this and Vanity was sweatdropping. Ink was feeling they wouldn't stop but with the shouting and yelling. She wanted it to stop and not being able to take it anymore.

"So Van ink...."

"WHO DO YOU CHOOSE TO MARRY!?" the six devils said.

".......You guys are crazy!? I don't want to have it picked for me! IF you let me think of my own I might-"

"You must choose miss Ink! Who do you choose!?" they said but her left eye was twitching from all this. And it was just giving her a headache.

They were still asking her even if she was seeing them curious now. The young men was trying to calm their devils down but Ink had enough to shout her answer.

"FINE, IF YOUR THAT FREAKING CURIOUS, THE ONE I CHOOSE...."

In a moment of silence or from outside the kingdom, a loud boom like crash is heard shaking the kingdom as the guards panicked.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" the guards said. Inside, Vanity fell off his throne dizzy hearing this. The devils were in shock hearing her answer as the young men was.

"W..wait, what did you-"

"YOU HEARD ME! I'LL PICK ALL OF THEM! YOU HAPPY!?" she shouted but everyone went quiet hearing that.

"WHAT!?" the six devils said but the six were shocked too.

"....."

"Ink are you hearing yourself now!? Your having six suitors to be engaged to-"

"I DON'T CARE! IF IT MAKES YOU GUYS HAPPY I'LL MARRY ALL SIX OF THEM!" she said annoyed but her face was pink only to see the devils silent. However, they looked to each other then at her.

"What?"

".....What a good idea!"

"Yeah! that works!"

"Hmmm..I guess so.."

"Fine, but my son is better for her.."

"Alright...."

"Sure!"

"Eh?" Ink, Ren, Rin, Atsuski, Denji, Bakugo, and Izuku blinks in shock but Vanity shook out of it but his eyes were still dizzy.

"Ink do you have any idea what your saying here!? You...you.."

"It's fine! I can work it out! Besides, I mean...it's something!" she said.

"Then it's agreed! You will wed our sons! Though, it's going to be interesting....they can be her six claws! The six claws of the blue dragon of pride! It's perfect!" the devils were agreeing but looks to the others that was shocked.

"This is going to be perfect! Now why don't you seven run along. Get to know your new fiance!" the devils pushes the seven out happily to the door.

"Hey! Don't we get to say something about thi-"

"NO!" they said happily to open the door and toss the heirs out as they shout and crash into a pile as the doors close. The devil's were going to speak more about the upcoming wedding.

Now the six claws groan from landing on top of one another while Ink was confused sitting on top of them.

"...What the hell just happened?" the six said but Ink was silent.

"........Oh boy. I didn't know they would take it seriously!!!! I'm so sorry! I thought-"

"It's fine..but...it seems we are engaged to you...well all six of us. Though maybe this will be crazy type of adventure.." Ren said as the guys saw Ink get up but she helps them up as they stood in the hallway.

"...........Uhhh yeah, I guess.....this is going to be crazy to tell the team. Though, I guess you can meet my friends........." she grumbled but walks off with the Six following her. 'What did I get myself into!?' Ink thought while waking down the hallway.

#OOC #silver roses #ask answered #mun answered #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #the fractions of NYC #Devil Nobles au #demon noble rulers au #the six claws of the blue dragon #anon #peahen writer

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thoselethalarts · 4 months

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𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖚𝖘 𝕿𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖉 - 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

(SR) Ceremony Robes (Part 2): “I Wish I Could Just Vanish”

(Octavinelle Dorm: Mostro Lounge)

(After the opening ceremony…)

(The lively sound of chattering and dishes clinking barely resounds above the sound of smooth jazz playing throughout the lounge)

Octavinelle First Year A: Wow... this whole lounge really is a part of our dorm, huh? And we can just come here whenever we want? That's so cool!

Azul: Indeed you may. We also offer job opportunities for those that would like to join our staff and make some extra spending money. Azul: Of course, all drink and food orders will have to be paid after today if you choose to visit as a customer once more.

Octavinelle First Year B: Hey, that's fine by me, the atmosphere here is awesome! I don't mind supporting a local business as long as I get to chill here after studying!

Azul: I'm glad that you think so. May I get you a refill of your drink?

Octavinelle First Year B: Please! It's an iced peach roobios with light sugar.

Azul: Excellent. I'll have that brought back to you shortly. Azul: Marcus, I need an iced peach roobios, light on the sugar.

Marcus: ...Here's your- uh. Your drink. Ah- Sorry, w-what did you want, Azul?

Azul: Iced peach roobios, light sugar.

Marcus: Iced peach light... okay, okay, got it. I'll get- hang on. Sorry, what did you say you wanted?

Azul: Do you really need me to repeat it again?

Marcus: No- Sorry, not you Azul, I meant-

Octavinelle Third Year: Uh... Hey, this isn't what I ordered.

Marcus: W-What? Oh! Oh sh- sorry, you wanted the orange soda, not the strawberry soda. My-my mistake, I'll- give me just a moment and I'll fix that-

Octavinelle Second Year: Hey! Can I get an order going real quick? I'd like an unsweetened black tea with lemon and a “blue ocean salad” please!

Marcus: J-Just a second...! Ack- Sorry, I'll be right back.

(Marcus quickly walks away)

Floyd: Haha~ Lookit him go~ He's not driftin' around like a seadragon anymore, he's more like a seahorse now. He looks like he's gonna have a heart attack and faint any minute~

Jade: He's so calm and composed usually, and even put on a brave face to both us and Azul not but a day ago. What an interesting change of demeanor with just a little bit of pressure.

(Marcus quickly approaches)

Marcus: Drinks. I need, uh, these.

Jade: Hm? I'm afraid I can't read your handwriting, what does that say?

Marcus: It's- uh. R-Roobois, peach- light lemon? No. Sugar?

Jade: Peach roobois with light lemon and no sugar?

Marcus: I- N-No, that's not right. It's light sugar, no lemon.

Jade: Alright, just a moment, please. (He walks away)

Marcus: Uhhh, no I'm forgetting something- wait-! I-It's supposed to be iced! Ohh... damnit.

Floyd: Gettin' sloppy, Seadragon~ you sure you can handle this~?

Marcus: Don't- don't you dare ask me that right now, I'll kill you.

Floyd: Yeah? Wanna bet?

Marcus: …Get out of my way.

Floyd: Hey.

(Floyd grabs him)

Floyd: Tell me what to do again and I'll make sure nobody finds your body. That what you're wantin'?

Marcus: …..

Floyd: You didn't even flinch~? You actually wanna take it outside after this~?

Marcus: ...Get off me.

Floyd: You're way more fun when you're down there on the serving floor, ya know. I can smell the fear and panic on you every time you take an order from a mile away. Floyd: I wanna make an example outta you. You talk all tough when you're all alone but I bet I could kick the shit outta you easy right in front of everyone~

Marcus: You don't scare me, and even if you did my fear isn't yours to feed on. Now get. Off.

Azul: Ahem! Gentlemen, we're in the middle of a rush.

Floyd: Just putting the newbie in line, don't mind me~ Get swimmin', Seadragon~

Marcus: Hmph...

(Marcus walks away)

Marcus: ...Haaah... everything just keeps getting so much worse by the minute. I seriously need a break...

(Some time passes...)

Jade: Looks like the rush is starting to die down a bit now that some of the upperclassmen have left.

Floyd: Yeah, but don't tell him that. It's funny watching him run around like something's hunting him at every turn.

Jade: True. Everyone needs a break every once in a while, but putting a little pressure on this one brings some rather amusing results. Jade: Ah, speak of the devil, here he comes now.

(Marcus slowly plods over to the bar where Jade and Floyd are resting)

Marcus: Haah… haaah… Man… I really can't catch my breath for a second. Marcus: This… sucks. This really really sucks. I need a break. Or a drink. Or something.

Jade: You're more than welcome to take a break if you'd like. Though it would mean leaving all those patrons all on their own while you do so. Jade: With how much you've been falling behind I'm surprised you've gotten anything done at all. Perhaps Azul misjudged your character after all.

Floyd: Heheheh~ Are you really only a grade older than us? You've got the stamina of a 30 year old. Floyd: I bet you really are all talk and no bite. You'd probably disintegrate instantly if I tried to squeeze you.

Marcus: …...

Floyd: What, nothin' to say now? C'mon, what happened to all that tough talk earlier? Now you're right back to being a boring seadragon again.

Marcus: …Excuse me.

Jade: Where are you going?

Marcus: I need a minute.

Jade: Is this your way of saying you’re taking a break? I need to know if you’re leaving for a break before you-

Marcus: I need a minute.

(Marcus shoves past Jade and quickly walks away)

Floyd: What’s his problem now?

Jade: I don’t know, but he looked very pale. Jade: He’s not going to the bathroom but… to the broom closet? Strange…

(Marcus slams the door to the broom closet shut and collapses back against the door)

Marcus: Haah… Haaah… Marcus: I can’t do this… I can’t do this I can’t do this I can’t do this… Marcus: God, there has to be a way out. There has to be some way to get out of this. Something, anything, just-

(Someone knocks on the door behind him, causing him to quickly clap his hands over his mouth in panic)

Marcus: -!!!

Azul: Marcus? Marcus, are you in there?

……

(Azul knocks a second time, then tries the knob)

Azul: ...The door's locked. Azul: Marcus? Marcus, open this door. Azul: …Are you quite certain he went in here?

Jade: I did see him enter, yes. So unless he left without my noticing…

Azul: Hm… I don't have the key on my person, I think I left it in my office... Azul: ...It doesn’t matter. If he’s in there, he’ll come out eventually, and we’ll deal with him then. We're still too busy to dwell on it right now. Azul: Lets not keep our customers waiting. Back to work, both of you.

Floyd: Whaaat? Aw, c'mon, can’t I just bust the door down? Floyd: He's been doing nothing but puffing up his chest and givin' me shit since yesterday, and it's been really gettin' on my nerves. I was really lookin’ forward to givin’ him a good squeeze all day.

Azul: No, Floyd. We still have an image to maintain before our new guests, and the cost of the door isn’t worth it anyway. Azul: Take out your aggression in the kitchen if you need catharsis so badly.

Floyd: Ugh, that’s so less fun… stupid shitty seadragon...

(Jade, Floyd, and Azul walk away from the broom closet door)

Marcus: …Haaahh… Marcus: I knew it, I knew it, I messed up big time. All I've been doing all night has been messing up left and right. Marcus: I shouldn’t have bothered coming here in the first place. I should've stood my ground yesterday, I could've taken them then and then I wouldn't have to be here... Marcus: I shouldn't have even come to this school. I should never have picked up that stupid envelope... God, I should've just transferred dorms the minute we all got separated...! Marcus: There's just no way out of this now, why didn't I just take the annoying but safe way out so long ago...?! Marcus: What am I gonna do, what am I gonna do… I can’t leave, I can’t go back out there. I'm trapped, I'm fucking trapped. Marcus: Matt's gone, Kaz is gone, I don't have anyone to help me out of this now... Damnit, I wish I could just vanish, just disappear, turn invisible or something. I can't ever show my face out there again...! Marcus: Fuck… fuckfuckfuck this sucks, this sucks...

(Several hours later…)

Jade: ...That's the last table. You're all free to return to your dorms now.

(Several Octavinelle students give him their thanks before departing from the lounge, the front doors closing behind them)

Azul: That was a remarkably efficient event, all things considered. I'd say tonight was a resounding success, boys. Excellent work.

Floyd: Uuugghh... all of that was such a serious drag. Woulda been way more fun to make an example of Seadragon when he swam off with his tail between his legs. Floyd: Speakin' of which... can I squeeze him now Azul? He's still stuck in there, I can smell him.

Azul: Is that so? Hm... Azul: Oh fine, we're closed anyway, so I suppose it doesn't matter. Azul: Here's the key to the closet. Have your way with him all you like, Floyd. Just try not to break too much in there, and make sure to dispose of the evidence afterwards.

Floyd: Oh finally~

(Floyd quickly stomps over to the closet door and fiddles with the lock)

Floyd: Time's up, seadragon~ Hope you're hungry after bailin' on us in there, cuz I'm serving a whole platter of whoopass for you after rilin' me up earlier!

(Floyd slams open the door and peers inside)

Floyd: ...Wha? How the hell-?! He's actually gone?!

Azul: Hm? What do you mean?

Floyd: I mean he's fuckin' gone! Did I stutter or something?! Floyd: Damnit, all that's in here are his stupid robes!

Jade: Is that even possible? We should have still seen or heard him despite all the commotion during the banquet-

Floyd: AAAUGH! FUCK! I feel like I need to hit something!! DAMN IT ALL!

(Floyd stomps off angrily in a rage)

Azul: Wha-! Floyd, not in the kitchen! If you break anything in my kitchen I swear on the Great Seven I'll-!!

(Azul takes off after him)

Jade: ...Strange. How did he manage to leave? He couldn't possibly have access to teleportation magic of that caliber, I'd think. Jade: Thinking to leave behind his robes was very clever indeed. Almost like he knew that Floyd and I would have kept his scent tracked to this very location... Jade: Knowing a tactic like that isn't typical for humans. I wonder where he'd learned something like that...

(The scene cuts away to the dimly lit hallways of Heartslabyul, where Marcus and Matt are walking together)

Matt: Feelin' a little better after walkin' around, buddy?

Marcus: Haah... a little bit, yeah. Marcus: Thanks, by the way. For getting me out of there when you did.

Matt: No offense buddy but I think every living creature, human or otherwise, could taste your anxiety through every dorm in Night Raven tonight. Matt: Shame I couldn't bail ya out sooner, Riddle was keepin' me on a tight leash. But at least ya found an easy hideout for a while. Made for good cover, too.

Marcus: You sure Riddle won't mind me staying the night in your dorm tonight?

Matt: Hah! He won't mind at all, trust me. Matt: All I gotta do is tell 'im Floyd's involved and he'll be on our side immediately. Them two have beef goin' back since day one, year one.

Marcus: Heheh... you're right on that. I doubt I'd ever forget the ruckus they caused when they first joined the school.

Matt: Speakin' of a ruckus, I brought ya somethin', buddy. Matt: I figured them twins might ransack your room t' find ya, so I snagged this just t' be sure it wouldn't get damaged.

Marcus: Huh? Oh-! My hair dye!

Matt: I remember you said you were stressin' so much you couldn't get to it. Lil' late for it to be done in time for the ceremony, but I figured better late than never since it makes ya feel better.

Marcus: I appreciate it, Matt. Really, I do. Marcus: Tonight, I kinda just want to take a break and rest, but tomorrow? Maybe I'll do it then. Make tomorrow a better day.

/ End

#ツイステッドワンダーランド #Twisted Wonderland #TWST #twst oc #oc #original character #soul writes #personal story #Marcus Tomford

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lolitystories · 9 months

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Don't let me down 4 : Spider-man.

Miguel rushed downstairs. The capsule in which the man was locked opened, once the experiment ended.

"Sir ? Sir, can you hear me…”

Miguel's throat was caught, taking his breath away.

The man who had come out of the capsule was no longer human. His body was deformed, his skin had melted, his body had reacted badly to the fusion.

"Sir ! Sir, it’s me…”

Mr. Parker looked at Miguel, and before killing him, his eyes widened, he seemed to recognize him and let go.

Miguel held his throat and looked at him.

“...S…Sa…Sara…”

Several tears streamed down his face, before he collapsed.

“Hmm… Dead. Too bad, but do you see what strength he displayed in his last moments ? We are on the right path. Keep it up gentlemen.”

Said Tyler Stone.

Aaron was delighted, but Miguel…

This time... He wasn't going to run away.

*Sarah…*

Lyla begged.

“...”

*Sara please… If you don’t calm down you will…*

The young woman was in the ducts.

She was no longer moving, curled up in a ball, holding her mouth tightly with her hand, she was holding back from screaming, biting her fingers until they bled, her face was covered in tears and she was trembling, she couldn't stop trembling.

*I'm here...I'm here Sara.*

"I resign."

Miguel announced to Stone, he had followed him to his office, he was opening a bottle of wine.

“Come on, I don’t like this kind of joke Miguel, come celebrate this progress with me instead.”

“You call that progress ? I have enough evidence to bring you and the company down.”

“...”

Tyler looked at him, seriously this time.

“Let’s sit down and let’s talk calmly, will you ?”

He said, pouring him a drink.

He then went to sit down in front of him.

“Did you know ?”

"Know what ? That Sara Parker is the daughter of the man who was just tested ? You have no proof, nothing remains of his body… Mr. Parker disappeared a few years ago already…”

“...”

“Let’s just say he stuck his nose where he shouldn’t have.”

Miguel took a sip, before speaking.

"For what ? Why is it so important to you to…”

Suddenly he froze, something was wrong with him, he felt bad, his head was spinning.

“And then, who would believe a drug addict ?”

"What ?"

“Do you know we are developing a drug ? Some of our employees can use it for free, but you have always refused and well… I just poured some in your drink.”

“You…”

But Stone raised his finger.

“You should take a few days off Miguel and rest, Sara will take your place while you feel better.”

“Don’t involve her in this !”

“I won’t do anything, as long as you hold your tongue… This is our agreement, I need you and you need me. The drug is already starting to take effect, isn't it ? Hallucinations, anger, tiredness… Soon, your body will be totally addicted to it and you will have no choice, you will have to come back, if you want your dose. So go home, it would be a shame if you hurt your dear colleague or someone close to you, while you are not yourself.”

After that, Miguel was taken home by security.

He had a headache, he didn't feel well, not well at all and unfortunately for him, the first thing he heard was the loud music of Dana, who was doing her gym exercises.

“Dana… Please turn off the music.”

“Miguel? Is that you darling ? You’re early ?”

“Cut the music…”

"Stop !"

"...You must leave."

Worried, Dana approached.

“Honey what’s wrong? Talk to me."

"Do not come near me…"

“Mig…”

"Go away !"

He pushed her away and accidentally hit her.

“...”

“Dana! Oh no darling I… I…”

He didn't dare approach her.

“What’s wrong with you !?”

“I… I’m sorry, it’s because of this drug I…”

"Drug ? How long have you been taking drugs !?”

“Since Tyler Stone made me take it when I wanted to quit.”

"What !? You want to leave Alchemax ? But you never told me about it…”

“Well, after what happened today I was going to do it but now…”

Miguel fell to the ground, his whole head hurt, he wanted to throw up.

He heard Dana leave, then quickly return with a bucket and ice for the beating he had given her.

“I’m so sorry… I never meant to.”

"I know…"

Being like his father was the last thing he wanted, he still remembered all the nights he would come home and argue with his mother, beating her.

Those evenings, Gabriel would come to his room and cry, Miguel would stay by his side all night, hugging him.

He didn't want to become a monster.

Soon after, Dana brought him water, supporting him as he emptied what he had ingested.

“What are we going to do now ?”

she asked.

“...This drug is powerful, I need to find a solution.”

“I have friends… Who could provide you with some, so you won’t have to go back there.”

Miguel frowned.

“Provide me some ? There's no way I'm going to get addicted ! Can you imagine… I couldn’t bear becoming someone like that… I don’t want to hurt you or anyone…”

Dana hugged him.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you… That’s all…”

She cried in his arms and he tried to console her.

He didn't want to lose her, he had to find a solution, he wouldn't be a monster !

A few hours later, Dana woke up. Miguel was no longer in the bed. He disappeared…

Following the experiment earlier, the laboratory was empty.

Sara after several hours, had fallen asleep in the ducts, or rather passed out, following all the tears she had shed. Lyla had woken her up.

*Sara, do you still want to carry out the plan ?*

"...Yes. Let’s destroy everything and go home…”

Sara opened the trapdoor and dropped down.

All her muscles ached from the uncomfortable position in which she had slept.

“Are all cameras disabled ?”

*Yes, but…"

"What ?"

*It wasn't me who did it... Someone just arrived, it's Miguel.*

“What is he doing here?”

*Apparently, he is going to try the experiment again but on himself, with his DNA...*

Lyla showed her his code.

"Drug ? How did it happen ?"

*I don't know, but it looks like he wants to make it disappear, using his DNA, before that happens.*

“...”

*Should we interrupt it, there is a 50% chance that it will end up like...*

“...Let's go to the control room. If his life is in danger, let’s stop the operation.”

The machine started up, Sara headed towards the control room, but before she got there, she heard footsteps, then light.

Damn… It’s a festival tonight.

“Miguel O’hara working overtime ? To further shine on the eyes of the boss I imagine…”

This voice… Is it Aaron?

“What a shame, something happened to Miguel during his experience, and I arrived too late to help him.”

What ?

Sara moved closer and looked at the screens.

“File 47-B, spider 50”

The machine gave an alert signal, it was overloaded.

“Lyla! Stop the experiment !”

'Who is here !?"

*Impossible, the commands no longer respond, we are above the limit !*

“Sara ! What are you doing here ? You have no right to be…!”

"Get away !"

Sara tried to stop the machine manually, sparks flying all over the room.

“...I have nothing to do with any of this !”

Said Aaron, before leaving to hide himself.

We could hear a terrible scream escaping from the capsule, she no longer had time, Sara was going to try to force him out.

*Be careful Sara, it’s going to…*

The machine exploded and the shock wave propelled Sara against the wall.

There was smoke everywhere in the room, following the shock, Sara had been knocked out. Footsteps came closer.

“Stupid woman… Couldn’t you just mind your own business ?”

Aaron said, pushing her body with his foot.

“...”

"You're still alive ? But you won't have the opportunity to speak, I would say that it was you who killed Miguel, just after I killed you..”

He kicked her back and she cried out in pain.

“That’s all you deserve, you poor idiot…”

He was going to give her another blow, but...

“...”

Aaron froze.

A sound, the breath of something had blown, near the back of his neck.

He turned around, but no one was there.

And when he turned to Sara, she was gone.

"Who…"

“Aaaaoooon….”

He turned around in terror, the man behind him... Wait, was it a man ?

His eyes were red, his fingers had long claws, and huge fangs protruded from its mouth.

"Who, what are you…"

“What did you do to me Aaron !!!”

He was furious, in his arms he held Sara, who was looking at him half awake.

Aaron pulled a gun out of his blouse.

“Don’t… Don’t come near me monster !”

He fired, but with superhuman speed, Miguel dodged the bullets, clinging to the wall with the strength of his fingers alone.

“Aaron stop!”

"No ! I don’t know what kind of mutant you’ve become, but I won’t let you kill me !”

By pulling in all directions, Aaron ended up shooting into a product can which exploded.

Miguel protected Sara from the shock, then the duo looked at the large window which had shattered.

"Where is..."

"Help !!!"

Aaron was holding on to the railing as best he could, the wind was blowing hard and he was about to fall.

Miguel approached, to extend his hand, but when Aaron saw his claws and panicked. All he had time to do was grab his fingers before he fell.

“...”

Miguel looked at his fingers.

“I… What did I…”

*Sara ! Miguel ! Security is on the way, you need to leave, now !*

It was time to get his act together.

Sara grabbed Miguel's arm, who was still in a trance.

"No ! Leave me Sara, I’m a murderer, I’m…”

“He tried to kill us ! Do you really want to die like that !?”

“...”

“Lyla ! Emergency evacuation !”

*All exits are blocked, you will have to go through the roof.*

Following Lyla's instructions, they reached the top of the building.

"And now ?"

Miguel asked.

“Are you afraid of heights ?”

She took a device out of her backpack.

"What do you want to…"

A rope ejected, to cling to the opposite building.

"...Who are you ? Really ?"

“We'll talk about this when we're safe, so hang in there... Oh, and watch out for the claws...”

Miguel wrapped his arms around her and they dropped, using her grappling hook.

They managed to escape the security of Alchemax, mingling with the crowd below.

“Come quickly, with his torn clothes you risk attracting attention.”

“And you with your black jumpsuit ?”

“It’s already less striking !”

"...Where are we going ?"

“My home, we need to understand what happened to you, at least… I won’t have to destroy the labs anymore…”

“...You wanted to destroy them ?”

Sara looked at him coldly as they entered a subway.

“I was there this morning…”

“...”

“But I know you have nothing to do with it…”

“Sara I…”

He reached out his hand towards hers.

"Claws !"

"Sorry !"

He shouted, quickly walking away.

*Hello Miguel.*

“...Let me sleep Lyla.”

*Sorry but, Dana tried to contact you several times…*

“Dana ? Oh…"

He sat up.

“I had a funny dream where I became a kind of spider-man…”

*...Well, it wasn't a dream, your DNA is now 50% of a spider.*

Miguel laughs.

“Yes of course, and I even have claws on the end of…”

He looked at his fingers and cried out in terror.

"It's... It's..."

“Oh, you finally woke up ?”

Sara, entered the dimly lit room and turned on the light, but Miguel hid his eyes, as if it hurt.

“I see… We will take the sunglasses.”

She said bringing him a pair.

“You owe me a new bed…”

He had reduced her sheets to confetti, at least… He was wearing clothes, men's clothes, but a little small for him.

“…It was real…”

“Yes, at least… The drug has completely disappeared from your system.”

“But… I’m going to stay like this…”

"...Yes."

"I should have…"

" Oh no ! I don't want to hear that!

"..."

“You saved me last night, again…”

Miguel smiled sadly.

“We’re back to where we started.”

"...Even if we can't make you look like before, I can help you adapt. The claws retract, there are contact lenses and…”

"Sara…How about you tell me what you were really doing in the lab… What happened to you and your father ?"

"..."

"You said you would tell me the truth, that's why you disappeared, all those years, right ?"

"Yes."

" What happened ?”

"Well… Let's start at the beginning, it might be a bit long."

"..."

She sighed and took a deep breath.

“I am the great, great-granddaughter of the first Spider-Man. Peter Parker.”

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Cookies'n Cream - Chapter 29

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Chapter 29 - Family Interrogation

Friday, lunchtime, at Yamashita Trading Co.

"What the hell, Kazuo! What do you mean I violated association rules?!"

When Rihito showed up at Kazuo's office to address the matter of his employees' licenses, which meant missing out on a good portion of what could have been the start of a productive weekend, he didn't expect to find anyone but him and Kaede there. He'd hoped they could sort this out in fifteen minutes, half an hour at the most.

Who he didn't expect to meet was another businessman affiliated with the Kengan Association. More specifically, the businessman who hired the fighter Komada had defeated in his last match. And he only understood why the man was smiling like a smug bastard after Kazuo had explained the situation.

"Rihito, I tried to warn you," The old man sighed heavily. "I called you, I sent text messages, I even went after your friends to ask them to pass the message on to you. But you took too long, and now we have this problem..."

"I didn't know the licenses had already expired! I figured I still had some more time before I had to worry about that!," Rihito argued, slamming his hands on the desk. "It wasn't on purpose, damn it!"

"Yes, but when you own a company, you can't leave these issues aside. You can't just ignore them…," The smug businessman shows a document. "It could be the end of you, after all."

Rihito grabs the paper and reads: denouncement note. Kazuo looked a bit defeated.

"If this gets back to Mr. Nogi, you will definitely be out of the association as a CEO," he continues. "You might even be punished as a fighter. Unless…," the idiot picks up the paper, making a nerve-racking condescending pose. "You give up your position and hand over your company to me. Then you will resign and go back to being a lowly fighter."

"No fucking way!," Rihito yells at him, grinding his teeth. "I know this was my fault and I have to pay for that mistake, but the fridge is mine! And my employees depend on the income too!"

"Rihito, calm down-"

"Don't ask me to calm down, Kazuo! That fridge was a fucking wreck when Mr. Nogi appointed me as the new owner, but Ivan, Komada and I got it back on track! I'm not going to give it up, and neither are they!," He growls, pointing at the businessman. "There has to be another way to solve this!"

"Well, if you don't want to negotiate, I'll report you to Mr. Nogi-"

"Gentlemen, please," Kaede adjusts her glasses. "Mr. Yamashita is trying to speak."

"Th-thanks, Miss Akiyama… One moment, please, I'm looking at the regulation…," Kazuo looks at a paper. "Yeah… it doesn't say anything that you're going to gain anything from this complaint, Mr. Gojiro. Reports are anonymous. But the prize for the last Kengan match will have to be canceled-"

"And he won't face any punishment for his irregularity!?"

"I haven't finished yet," Kazuo adjusts his glasses, seriously. "He's going to have to deliver the prize from the last dispute back to the association. Furthermore, he could lose the company if he refuses to participate in another match, this time for the Association insignia. Oh, and he has to pay a fine of one hundred and thirty-five million yen."

"WHAT?!," Rihito screeched, almost falling backwards with the shock. "One hundred and thirty-five million?! But that's the equivalent of my company's value, damn it!"

“It's fair value, considering the nature of the offense committed," Kaede adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose. “And the fact that Mr. Gojiro was hindered by your lapse."

"I know, I know! Aargh...," He ruffled his own hair, eyes closed as if he was suffering from a migraine. "I'll pay the fine then. But that's not enough, is it? If I'm going to have to fight to keep my insignia and my business..."

"Well, there's still the Kengan match. Against a representative that the Association chooses," Kazuo explains. "And you, Mr. Gojiro, will be paid with the prize of the match you lost, regardless of the result of this one."

"Eh, at least I didn't lose out," Gojiro snorted. "But I'll be there just to see you lose and go bankrupt. That will be satisfying to see."

“Rihito…,” Kaede calls out in a warning tone as Rihito's face reddens with anger, his fists shaking. He grits his teeth and again points to the rival businessman.

"Relax, Kaede, I'm not stupid to the point of making my situation worse. And you better not hold your breath, Goji or whatever it's your name," He grunts, taking a couple of steps closer, but that was enough for the other to realize the difference in height, and how large his foe was. "Because you won't even see the color of SF Cold Storage's facade. You can bet your ass on that."

Gojiro gets a little intimidated, but he knew he had the advantage.

"We'll see about that. With that fine and you bankrupt, no one can stop me from buying your company. It's going to be out of business, you and your employees."

"Please, you two, calm down," Kazuo asks, a little alarmed, when he sees the two men growling at each other. "Fights between association members result in a serious penalty. You know that, don't you?"

"Grunf… yeah, I know," Rihito straightens up, staring at the other man from above, his green eyes sparkling. "Relax, I know where and with whom I need to throw hands, Kazzy. And it's good that he's going to be there watching, then he'll see with his own eyes why they call me 'Superman'," He looks menacingly at the other manager. "When will this Kengan match be?"

* * *

Present time

"Damn it, Rihito," Himuro massages his face, shocked. "How do you manage to hit your quota of stupid shit like that? At this rate you'll be employee of the month!"

"Fuck you, Himuro! I never wanted things to get to this point..."

"If you didn't want to, you should've resolved that issue as soon as Mr. Yamashita mentioned it, all those weeks ago!," Kaneda scolds, pointing indignantly at his friend, while the three walked towards the nearest train station. "That's what happens when you keep putting off appointments, you see? Now it's back to bite you in the ass!"

"I know, you don't have to keep throwing that in my face! Argh...," Rihito rubs his face with both hands, tired. "Anyway, it was in the middle of finalizing the process that Agito appeared in the office. Kazuo and Kaede explained it to him. And that's when I decided it was a good idea to call you two so we could take him to Okubo's place. A way to distract myself..."

“Yeah, and I'm sure you'd keep it from us if he hadn't talked. Damn, I don't even know what miracle prevented Agito from opening his mouth when it was just the six of us at the karaoke!," Himuro sighs. "Now it's no use… when were you going to tell us anyway?!"

Rihito takes a while to respond, staring ahead with a frown on his face, and that was enough for Kaneda to start drawing conclusions.

"You weren't going to tell us, were you? Damn, Rihito..."

"I was going to! ... Just not with Okubo and Tomori around," He justifies himself, shrugging.

"We can understand you not wanting Tomori to listen," Himuro waves with his hand. "But Okubo? He's as involved in this as we are. And I hate to admit it, but he can help you more than we can. Thirteen million yen... I'm speechless, let me tell ya..."

"I wasn't going to borrow money from Egghead! Are you crazy?!," Rihito exclaims, sounding insulted. Kaneda shakes his head.

"Okubo is many things, but a penny-pincher is not one of them. He would gladly lend that money to you and let you pay it back in your time..."

"I know, Kaneda, that's not the problem," He sighs tiredly. "Okubo is already up to his neck in this thing of being in danger of losing his chick because of his involvement with the association. I don't want to put yet another problem in that smooth head of his... I can sort my own things out.”

"Okay, that's noble of you, but at the moment you can't afford to be noble, bro," Himuro gestures in frustration. "It could've been before and resolved the license thing, but look what a situation you got yourself into! An absolute delight, isn't it?!"

"Don't be a pain, Himuro...," Rihito didn't seem to have the courage to even threaten to beat his friend up. He had managed to disguise it throughout the day, to put on a mask of calmness and have fun with them all, but now, he looked exhausted. "There's nothing else to do about that. I will fight to keep my insignia and the fridge. I always found it easier to solve things that way, so I think it's the best I could hope for."

"If you say so… who is your opponent?," Kaneda asks.

"I don't know yet, it will be a freelance fighter chosen by the association. I bet they'll pick the toughest motherfucker they can, just to screw me over..."

"For your own good, let's pray it's not Ohma."

"Shut up, Kaneda!"

"Nope, you deserve it," Kaneda snorted through his nose. "Anyway, if we can, we'll find a way to be there."

Rihito turns to them, his weary, surly expression softening a bit.

"Really?"

"Of course! What are we to you, huh?," Himuro grunts. "Dude, I'm still pissed at the thirteen million debt as if I were the debtor. Fuck, I need to smoke..."

"Oh, a thousand apologies for my big-ass debt being such a pain in your ass," Rihito mutters sarcastically, and then he pouts. "But thanks anyway, guys... Ivan and Komada will be there, but you wanting it too means a lot... no homo though.”

"Stop it, c'mon," Kaneda rolls his eyes. "That's what friends do, right? You'd do the same for us."

"I'd kinda call in some favors later- I'm kidding, calm down!," He exclaims when Himuro and Kaneda threaten him with their fists. "But yeah, I'd do that. Thanks, I'm going to need it..."

"Lucky for you, we're almost at the station," Himuro snorted, after giving a half smile. "Because otherwise I would light my cigarette just to puff some smoke in your face."

"And I'd break yours in retribution!,” Rihito snorted back, and it was a relief to hear some of the playful tone return to his voice. "Anyway, I'll keep you guys updated."

"Fine, but what about Okubo?," Kaneda insists. "Are you really going to leave him in the dark?"

Rihito scratches the back of his head uncomfortably.

"I told you, he already has too much to worry about..."

"He'll be very upset if he finds out about this match, the reasons behind it and that you left him out," Kaneda warns, seriously. "Even with this situation involving Miss Uta… I mean, Tomori, he'd want to support you."

"Yeah. He might even wonder if you consider him his friend at all, with him being such an anxious wreck. At least let him know, like," He makes a call sign with his thumb and pinky. " 'Look, I have a match scheduled, if you could show up I’d appreciate it a lot!', and that's it! Problem solved!"

"Ugh... if he decides to show up and Tomori finds out and he gets dumped because of it..."

"This is for the two of them to decide, not you," Kaneda makes a dismissive gesture with his hand. "And that's what I said before, if this is an aspect of his life that she isn't able to accept, then they won't work as a couple. He can't keep running away from it, just telling her half-truths. Don't enable him, Rihito, c'mon."

Rihito ponders for a few seconds before sighing, nodding.

“Okay, I'll… I'll talk to him next time we have a night out. I'll tell him everything..."

"Good. Because you're going to need all of us to support you, and he's no exception."

Rihito nods again, and that satisfies Himuro and Kaneda for now. His intentions were noble, but this was a complicated moment that required his friends to be there for support. And if Tomori wasn't able to understand that Okubo was one of those friends, then they'd better part ways.

The thought bummed them out, but when you took the bandage off a wound quickly enough, the pain was always less intense.

* * *

"Hnnn... Naoh... my kitchen isn't big enough for this... ooh..."

Despite Tomori's weak protests between sighs and gasps, she wasn't making any effort to push Okubo away. She was even trapping his hips with her legs, taking advantage of the fact that he had just sat her down on the kitchen counter, kissing her neck and groping her waist over the little summer dress she was wearing. And how beautiful and hot she looked in that kind of clothes, damn…

"Hnmmm… then why am I feeling this heat so close to me?," he holds her buttocks, taking advantage of the fact that she had stretched her neck to take some very light bites. "And that good smell… appetizing like the things its owner makes."

"My god, that tongue is diabolical," She laughs low, shivering all over with the bites, her hands roaming over his back over his shirt. "Was that… oooh… was that some fantasy of yours? Doing me right where I make the food you love so much? You didn't even want to wait for us to go to my room..."

"Actually, it's not even about the food," he whispers. "It's about the adrenaline… and the pure pleasure of knowing that I can make you happy in any place, hahahaha…"

"Can you really?," She teases, leaning with her hips on the counter to be able to rub herself between his legs. And he was already getting all excited, bless his fighter stamina! "I'm not so sure… I need more solid evidence."

"That's exactly what I want to do now… you just relax and enjoy, ehehhehe…"

"Tomoooooh!!," And the scream and the ringing of the bell at the gate makes Okubo freeze in the spot, opening his eyes and turning around, surprised. But he didn't look nearly as surprised as Tomori, who jumped so hard off the counter that she would have landed on her back on the kitchen floor if he hadn't caught her.

"What the- Tatsuhiko?!," She hisses between clenched teeth, her eyes widening. "My God, what is he...!"

"Tatsu, I don't think she's home," They also hear a woman's muffled voice, on the other side of the door. "She would've already answered if she was..."

"Nah, pretty sure she is, there is a car parked in front of the gate," The man replies, pressing the bell again. "Does Hiro have a new car? Looks dope… Tomoooooh!"

"Holy shit, Saeko's with him...!," Tomori hisses again, pushing Okubo away from her a little too desperately and getting down from the counter. "Didn't they come back from Hokkaido yesterday? What a time to make a surprise visit, you big...!"

"Tatsuhiko?," he repeats, a bit flustered, letting her go. "Wait, is that your brother?"

"Yes, it's him," She nods a bit frantically, adjusting her dress and hair to look more presentable. "I told you he's a clueless doofus and sometimes shows up without warning, right? Well, now you're seeing for yourself," She mutters before taking a deep breath and exclaiming, trying to normalize her voice, "Tatsu, Saeko! Yeah, I'm home! Gimme a minute, I'm coming..."

"There, see? I told you she was home!," The man says, satisfied. "Open up, Saeko and I brought you a little gift straight from Hokkaido!"

"Yeah, I'm comin'! Naoh, I think you'd better go upstairs," She hisses at him in distress, pointing to the stairs. Okubo pouts.

"Seriously? Are you really going to hide your boyfriend as if we were two teenagers making out at your parents' house? I thought you'd want to introduce me to them..."

"I want to, but not while you have a hard-on!," And she points to his pants.

"Oh," he looks down and sighs, going upstairs while muttering, "Damn, I can't get it down at the only time where I'm allowed to… that's good, but it also sucks…"

Tomori holds back the urge to laugh, saying softly, "I'll make it up to you later, I promise. I'll give you a signal when you can come down."

And she runs out to answer the door. Okubo stands around in the hallway, ears pricked. If they for some reason decided to go upstairs, he could sneak into her room. He had regained the privilege of going in there when she wasn't there, which was a big help in that kind of situation.

Downstairs, in the corridor that separated the entrance hall from the living room, Tomori unlocks the gate and opens the door, smiling with a certain weariness at her brother and sister-in-law, who were approaching along the stone path.

"Hey. If you'd come earlier, you wouldn't have found me at home. I arrived about fifteen minutes ago..."

"See how intuitive your brother is? It's like a super power," Tatsuhiko jokes, poking his own temple. He was a man in his early thirties, taller and slimmer than his sister, and his hair was straighter and darker. But behind the prescription glasses, you could see that he had the same warm brown eyes as hers. "So, are you going to invite us in or would you rather have your little gift at the door?"

"Uuh… of course, come in," She makes room for them, scratching the back of her neck a little. But I’ll let you know… I’m not alone-"

"Yeah, we deduced after seeing the car parked back there," Tatsu comments, a little distracted, while Saeko and he took off their shoes. "I even mentioned to Saeko that it was a dope car..."

"An SUV, not unreasonable to see on the streets of Tokyo," Saeko comments. She was a few feet taller than Tomori, with straight black hair cut short in a bob. There was a mole just below her lips, in the left corner, and Tomori had always been a little envious of that beauty mark, "Whose is it? Is it Hiro's? He loves these cars, right?"

"Yeah, but if he wants to buy one of those, he'll have to spend some time on bread and water alone, haha!," Tomori jokes, proud of herself for being able to disguise her nervousness. "But no, he's not the visitor."

"Huh? No? I know it isn't Akane, she doesn't drive…," Tatsu says, surprised. "Is it Kanami? I thought she didn't have a license here in Japan..."

"Tatsu… isn't it better to ask directly and hear the answer from her?," she caresses his arm, smiling gently. "Spit it out, Tomori. Who is your guest?"

"Hnf… yeah, okay," He shrugs, pouting, but accepting the caress. "If it's someone we know, you can even share the gift with them. We brought more than one..."

"Wow, you got me curious now. What is it?," She spies, smiling, seeing that her sister-in-law was carrying a small cardboard bag in one hand. "Oooh, I recognize the logo… did you bring those cream puffs from Kitakaro? Tatsu, Saeh, I love yoooou...," And she hugs her sister-in-law, who laughs and caresses her hair. "My guest will love it too!"

"Now you say you love me, right? You self-serving little thing," Tatsu jokes. "But seriously, we're also curious now! Who is that-"

He stops talking when he accidentally kicks off a pair of sneakers, right next to where he had left his shoes. He stares at them, a little flustered. And then his eyes widened.

"Hey… aren't these sneakers too big?"

Tomori and Saeko turn to him in surprise. And Tomori winces as she sees her brother's expression, in profile to her, go darker and darker as he inspects the coat rack next to the door.

“And that jacket, that cap… that's not women's clothing. And not the kind of clothes that Hiro or Paikon would wear..."

He turns to her, and Tomori instinctively hugs her sister-in-law as she sees his sharp, dangerous gaze practically piercing her. Oh, fuck, here they go again...

"Tomori... is there a man here with you? One who's not your co-worker? In your house?!"

"So what, honey?," Saeko rolls her eyes, not at all impressed with his attitude. "It's not like she's a teenager, and your mother keeps telling her to find someone…"

"Yes, but that someone would first need to go through the family men's scrutiny, Saeh!," Tatsu justifies himself, indignant. "That way we can make sure if he's good enough for her or not!”

"My God, Tatsu…," Tomori groans, putting a hand over her face. "I'm perfectly capable of deciding this for myself, okay? This is no longer the Edo period..."

"It doesn't matter, it's a matter of safety!," He decrees dramatically, marching down the corridor, and Tomori and Saeko go after him. "It was like that with me and Saeko too, you know? Every self-respecting man is concerned about the honor of the women in his family, especially mothers and sisters! Where is he?"

"He's upstairs, in the bathroom..."

"Oh yeah? And what were you doing before we arrived?"

"Playing a really cool game called 'Nunya'."

"Nunya?"

"Nunya business!"

"Aargh, you little...!," He reaches out as if he wants to grab her ear, and she deftly dodges it.

"Stop being silly, Tatsuhiko! First, I know how to take care of my own honor very well," Tomori points to herself angrily. "And second, I wasn't going to introduce him to you before I was sure that things between us were working out! What if they didn't? How would I look explaining it to you later?"

"She has a point," Saeko smiles at Tatsu. "Come on, Tatsu, just relax and get ready to meet your sister's boyfriend, okay? Since we're here, right," she winks at Tomori.

"Boyfriend?!," He squeaks, getting a little pale, while Tomori nods, smiling at Saeko.

"Yes, boyfriend. Thanks, Saeh...," She accepts when Saeko offers her the bag. "Sit down, I'll prepare some tea."

"No, w-wait, Tomori!," He screeches, looking from his sister to his wife with a desperation that borders on being hilarious. "Since when do you have a boyfriend? I didn't hear anything about that!"

"It's quite recent. I've spent the last few months getting to know him better. We made it official a few days ago," She explains, a little embarrassed. He shakes his head.

"Do Mom and Dad know?"

"No, but I was already planning to tell them..."

"And why didn't you tell us before?"

She turns even redder.

"I... I was too happy and it got out of my head. Ugh, stop asking these questions, you're embarrassing me!"

"Yes, honey, you're embarrassing her. Come on, I'm thirsty. I accept the tea, Tomori. Put some sugar in it for me, please?"

"Of course! It's good that I went shopping these days and I have my stash of infusions full...," She laughs, a little too loudly. Tatsuhiko stares at her with half-closed eyes.

"Alright, and where is this boyfriend? Is he going to come down or do I have to go upstairs to get a good look at him?"

"Only if you want to meet him with his pants down. That'll surely establish some intimacy..."

"Ugh, no! Just...," He shrugs, sitting next to his wife on the biggest sofa. "Just call him downstairs, please. I want to get a good look at his face, say a few words, explain how things in the Uta family work...," He grunts, cracking his fists, and for the first time since they arrived, Tomori's smile is more genuine and decidedly more diabolical.

"Of course, it will be a pleasure…," And she exclaims to the top of the stairs. "Naoh, is everything okay up there? Do you think you can come down now?"

"Naoh...?," Tatsuhiko blinks. "She already gave him a pet name? My God..."

"Tatsu...," Saeko speaks in a warning tone.

“Oh yes, I can!,” he says from upstairs. Tatsu raises an eyebrow at the familiar voice. And he hears the sound of his footsteps coming down the stairs. "Sorry for taking so long."

And there he was, almost having to duck and turn sideways to get through the doorway, since he was so tall and wide. Saeko widens her eyes, more with his actual size than who he was.

He stops there, at the bottom of the stairs, scratching the back of his neck shyly while Tomori comes rushing from the kitchens, a little flustered.

"I- I already put the water in the kettle to boil! In the meantime...," She stops beside Okubo, playing with the laces on the bust of her dress, all flushed as she looks to the side. "Uuh... surprise?"

The couple on the couch doesn't respond. Saeko was still absorbing the enormity of the specimen before her. And Tatsuhiko had apparently forgotten his tongue's ability to form words. He opens and closes his mouth like a freshly caught fish, his eyes seeming to get huge behind the lenses of his glasses.

"Yeah… well…," Tomori holds her boyfriend's arm in a mixture of shyness and happiness. "I… I think you already know who he is, but it's still polite to introduce him… Tatsu, Saeko, this is-"

"WHAT IS OKUBO NAOYA DOING HERE IN YOUR HOUSE?!," Tatsuhiko screams, almost falling off the couch and making the other three jump in fright. "No- I mean- no, he's not Okubo Naoya! No, it's just someone very similar! Extremely similar! Almost a clone, basically! But it isn't him, it can't be...!"

"So… uuh…," Okubo looks at Tomori. "Do I have to show my documents to him? My birth certificate? My medical tests? My championship belt…?"

“Nah, just let it sink in. He's a bit slow, but he'll eventually get there," Tomori comments with a grimace as she watches her brother look at Okubo as if he were a ghost.

"Yes, that's the biggest look-alike I've ever seen in my life... dammit, you did it, Tomori! A real catch!," He laughs squeaky. "You almost got us there, huh! You have Dad’s weird sense of humor, let me tell you..."

"Tatsu," Tomori says in a bored tone. "You follow me on Instagram. You've seen the photos, haven't you?"

"Photos...? Oh, you mean the one where you ran into Okubo Naoya and some of his friends at the market? I did, and those comments were a horror show," He nods, crossing his arms. "But that doesn't mean anything... and neither does that other photo of you two sitting together at a table... and neither that other one of you with Murobuchi Gozo at the bakery...?"

Tomori arches an eyebrow. And after a second, Tatsuhiko looked ready to scream again.

"My… my God… all those pictures… you… him…," He stares at Okubo, his jaw dropping. "My… my sister's boyfriend is Ultimate Fight's heavyweight champion?!"

"I think it finally sank in," Saeko whispers theatrically to them, finding her husband's reaction very amusing. "But, I confess that I'm also shocked."

"Well, I’m the one who's a participant in all of this, so you can guess how I feel!," Tomori laughs, trying to ignore her brother having an existential crisis right there. "Naoh, these are Uta Tatsuhiko and Saeko, my brother and my sister-in-law. Relax, he will greet you, he just needs to recover from the shock first."

"I noticed. I think you better get a pen," Okubo says to Tomori. "Believe me, I've dealt with people like that. Anyway, nice to meet you," He bows politely, a little shy too. "Tomoh told me a lot about you too, so the excitement is kinda mutual, hahaha."

"Tomoh...," Tatsuhiko babbles. "Okubo Naoya calls my sister Tomoh... Saeko, I- I think we crashed the car and died on the way here..."

"Bite your tongue, Tatsu!," Tomori snorts. "Yes, he's Okubo Naoya, and no, you're not dreaming or delirious because of the anesthetics in the hospital or anything like that."

"Hahaha… Thank God it isn't the case, right?," he approaches and reaches his hand to Tatsu. "Well, again, nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Uta!"

Tatsuhiko stares at the hand being extended as if someone is offering him a trophy. Or a homemade bomb. It was hard to tell with that expression. Tomori laughs out loud.

"Come on, he's not going to grab your arm to submit you and apply an armbar."

"There- There isn't even enough space in your living room for that!," He swallows a little, accepting the greeting. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Okubo...?," And he shakes his hand, trying to put firmness in the gesture to convey confidence. At least that's what Okubo preferred to think, because if it was an attempt to hurt his hand, he was failing miserably. However, he just accepted the grip and made little effort, just to match, and shook it slightly.

"Yes, you can call me that," he smiles, lets go of his hand and looks at his girlfriend. "So, Tomoh, I think the water in the kettle is boiling…"

"Oh yes!," Tomori nods, running back to the kitchen. "You want sugar, right, Saeko?"

"Yes. And put it on Tatsu's tea too, he'll need it," Saeko smiles amusedly at her husband, who was staring at his own hand with wide eyes. Tomori laughs again.

"Yeah, I can see that... would you like some tea too, Naoh?"

"Yes, please. And I want sugar too."

"Okay, coming right away! In the meantime... uh... you can still talk, okay?," She looks at all three of them, still kind of shy. "That wasn’t exactly how I was planning to do the introductions, but well, now there's no use," She shrugs. "I can talk too, if you want to ask some questions."

"G-Good, because I really want to ask questions," Tatsuhiko says suddenly, stumbling over his words a bit. "Several questions, actually…"

"Tatsu..."

“It's nothing too personal, I swear. Just the typical curiosities and concerns of an older brother, a male figure that Tomoh takes as an example," He gestures with some hands, to which Tomori rolls her eyes, taking the kettle off the heat when it starts to whistle.

"Yeah, right. I never did that, and I sure don't do that now..."

"Tatsu...," Saeko looks at him in warning.

"Well, ask then…," “Enlighten me, oh noble masculine sage,” he completed in thought, smiling to hide it.

"Okay. I'll behave, love, I swear," He promises to Saeko before facing the other man, seriously. "First of all, how exactly did you meet Tomori?"

"I already told you how it happened," Tomori answers, a little impatient. "He showed up with his friends at the bakery..."

"But was that all?," He insists. "Was it pure coincidence? Didn't you see that pretty girl at the counter and thought you had the perfect excuse to try your luck?"

"Tatsu..."

"I'm asking because I used this tactic and it worked! I know how men think..."

“That includes you, right?,” Okubo thought, but he held back this time. Just this once.

"Yes, a friend of mine, who's also a friend of Miss Kanami, recommended the bakery and I went there with other friends of mine. When I arrived, she recognized me and asked for my autograph. Then I started talking to her and we got to know each other, and here I am."

"Hnnn…," Tatsuhiko looks him up and down. "And then what? Did you ask for her number, just like that?"

"No," Tomori answers first again, entering the room while carrying a tray with four cups and a teapot, which she placed on the coffee table. "I gave him my number."

"Wha- Tomori!,” He exclaims, widening his eyes, and she stares at him with a frown.

"What? I'm a modern woman, am I not?"

"But that's being too modern… oh, forget it," He waves a hand, accepting a cup. "Have you guys been going out since then? That's quite some time, it's been almost three months since you got that autograph..."

"Yeah, it's been a while," Okubo accepts the cup Tomori offered him, starting to feel slightly irritated. Apparently being intrusive ran in the family. He looked into Tomori's eyes, kind of devilish, and went back to Tatsu. "She… really isn't the type of woman who beats around the bush, and honestly I loved that about her. She's this little thing, but she's determined and knows what she wants. And I'm not stupid or anything...," he lets the sentence hang in the air, but still complete in thoughts:

“And she wanted my naked body, so it was a win-win situation.”

Apparently Tatsuhiko was a telepath, because he widened his eyes, insulted, as if he'd heard that thought.

"What?"

“He means that, just like with Saeko and you, he didn't act like he didn't understand when a pretty girl showed interest in him,” Tomori says quickly, after looking at Okubo sideways as well. "You can say that I'm being full of myself, but he hasn't stopped praising me since his second visit to the bakery, so I have no reason to doubt it..."

Okubo shrugged, smiling at her as he sipped his tea. “If you're a telepath, then read this thought, mate. I love your sister and I'm also fucking her, so deal with it."

"Praising your cooking, I hope," He arches an eyebrow, smiling almost as if snarling. "Her cookies are delicious after all…"

“Yeah, and so is your sister!”

“So far I haven't found anything she does for me that I don't like. I feel obliged to always reciprocate, since she's so good to me," Okubo wanted to laugh a lot at his girlfriend's brother's face.

"... Reciprocate her kindness, right? Yes, yes, I'm happy to hear that! At- At least Tomoh has found someone who is capable of giving as much as he receives... kindness! Yes, kindness...," He adds, almost dropping his cup of tea and holy shit, it would be worth joining that family just for the opportunity to have fun at the expense of that overprotective wacko!

Tomori looked like she was having a lot of fun too, her expression bordering on cruel.

"Oh yes, he reciprocates! Sometimes I get embarrassed, thinking he's doing too much for me, but he guarantees that he likes it and that he does it with pleasure. So in turn, I feel like giving myself completely..."

"Give yourself… emotionally, right?"

"Of course!," She nods, taking a long sip of tea and avoiding looking at either him or Saeko, who is staring sharply at the other couple. Tatsuhiko takes a deep breath.

"Okay… moving on then… is this thing serious or…? Don't look at me like that, Saeh, I need to know!," He flinches. "I worry a lot..."

"Well, we just got officially together a few days ago, so we didn't have time to discuss anything. But I assure you that Tomori deserves all my respect and consideration, Mr. Uta. Despite your worries, I think she would know how to give me a good scolding when necessary. She's tiny, but she knows how to hit exactly where it hurts.”

"… Yeah, she knows," Tatsuhiko concedes after a second of silence, relaxing his shoulders a little. "She got that from our mother. And she can swing a bat almost as well as I can..."

"Almost as well? I'm even better than you," Tomori sticks her tongue out at him. "I've always been able to hit harder."

"But you lack technique. You bat like you want to bust someone's head..."

"No more! Guess who's been helping me improve at batting," Tomori indicates Okubo with a nod, and Tatsuhiko's eyes widen again.

"Wait, really? Are you teaching her? I mean, I know you used to play as a hitter before you started your wrestling career, but..."

“But I still have muscle memory, and I've been following baseball forever. Not to mention I still know my old coach, so I guess that counts, right?"

"It does, but... it's still something very unusual to do on a date, don't you think?," He comments, arching an eyebrow, to which Saeko finally decides to speak.

"You took me to watch an interclass judo competition on our second date, Tatsu."

"It was an invitation from one of my college classmates, I wouldn't say no to that! Anyway...," He shakes his head. "Unusual, but still a nice idea. Baseball is one of our family traditions, along with martial arts and karaoke..."

"Yeah, and it's a good thing we have two of these things in common," Tomori nods, smiling satisfied. "And he did that without even knowing it! After that, there was no way I wouldn't fall for good..."

"Tomori, what are you saying…," He scolds her with a frown, embarrassed, when she rests the side of her head on Okubo's shoulder. "I won't tell you to stop only because this is your house."

"And because you can't boss me around."

"Hunf… her stubbornness is a pain, isn't it?," He comments with a snort.

"Apparently it runs in the family," Okubo lets out, not holding back. "When you want to, you two can be pretty nosy. Like when you steal food from my plate, haha."

"I don't steal! Just once in a while, when I decide I want more fries than what's on my plate…," She pouted, while Tatsuhiko blinked, a little indignant.

"Nosy? I just wanna protect my sister! The world is full of worthless men wanting to take advantage of nice girls like her, and I want to prevent that. Especially when some of these men already have a reputation for womanizing..."

"Tatsu!," Tomori exclaims, indignant, to which her brother shrugs.

"Am I lying? I'm just trying to make sure it's just rumors..."

"It's not just rumors," Okubo decided that being honest was the best route. "But in this case it's because I was single and some girls, not all of them, also wanted to take advantage of my status and fame to put themselves under the spotlight. I wasn't in a serious relationship with any of them. Not at the level Tomori and I are at, I mean. You see, Mr. Uta, she doesn't need me for anything, even when I want to do something for her, she kicks me in the ass because she wants to reciprocate. I have never, ever in my life, seen a girl get so embarrassed by Swiss chocolate," he looks at Tomori. "Hey babe, how about a Louis Vuitton purse?," when she turns red, he points at her with his whole hand, looking at Tatsu. "See? That's what I'm saying, ahahaha."

"Oh, you big...! Argh, I'm going to beat the crap outta you two!," She screeches, red and indignant, when Tatsuhiko chokes a little on his tea, putting a fist in his mouth, trying to hide a laugh with a coughing fit.

" *Cough* *cough*...! Pffft...! That's because you didn't see when Saeko and I gave her a gold necklace as a college graduation gift. She looked like she was about to have a stroke..."

"Saekoooo...!," Tomori whimpers, almost releasing smoke from his ears. "Tell him to shut up..."

"Hahaha, you really don't like expensive gifts, Tomori, that's a fact," she laughs. "But we like to spoil you a little, and you looked cute with that necklace."

"I know, and I swear I loved that necklace… ugh, it's because I'm not an architect like you or an MMA champion who earns a small fortune per match!," She puffs out her cheeks, refilling their cups. "I don't have money to spend on these things and I feel bad for not being able to repay them accordingly..."

"Tomori," Tatsuhiko's expression softens. "You baked and frosted all those cookies that we gave to our wedding guests as a treat, remember? Because we remember."

"She is like that," Okubo confirms. "They must've tasted great."

"They did. And she thinks 'it's not enough'," Tatsuhiko rolls his eyes, and Tomori flinches, embarrassed.

"Stop talking like I'm not here..."

"But it's true! Do you know what she made for me, the second day I visited the bakery with my friends?," Okubo pointed to her. "A whole batch of cookies with the face and colors of Kuidaore Taro!"

"Oh yeah, we saw it when they posted some photos on the bakery's Instagram account, right, love?," He turns to Saeko. "They were cool as hell! But we didn't know they were made for you."

"Yes, they were. I loved them," Okubo smiles. "And, well, yeah… there's no way not to be happy with a cute little thing like that," he pinches her cheeks.

"Knock it off, I'm still pissed at you...," She mutters, holding his wrists, trying to look annoyed and failing. Saeko chuckles, while Tatsuhiko watches the interactions with an expression of indecision.

“So…we've seen a lot of pictures of you together at the bakery since then. You were showing up there just because of her then? Wow..."

"You showed up at my parents' flower shop with those same intentions, Tatsu, in case you don't remember."

"Yeah, but I still bought flowers there!"

"He buys food at the bakery too. Him and friends do. They really like our food, so much so that they even offered to help when we were looking for a new site," Tomori says, playfully threatening to bite Okubo's fingers when he insists on pinching her cheeks.

"Of course, a nice place, good food and the owners are friends of ours, with the bakery changing we change places too! That's loyalty, right? But yes, the number one reason is her, I won't deny it...," he strokes her cheek.

Tomori can't resist and smiles, closing her eyes and touching his hand. Tatsuhiko is silent again, staring at them with half shrugged shoulders. He then moans softly and rubs his face with both hands.

"Ugh, this is still too surreal for me... one moment you're telling Mom to leave you alone about the husband thing, and the next you show up with a boyfriend. Okubo Naoya, on top of that..."

"Tatsu, I didn't plan this. It just happened," She shrugs. "I found someone I like and who likes me too, and in addition, I calm mom's nerves. I combined pleasure with business."

"Yeah, talk about 'pleasure'. Just wait until those two find out..."

"Wait, are you going to tell them?," She asks, a little startled, to which he stares at her with reproach.

"It's you who has to tell them, not me. Your boyfriend and you may think I'm nosy, but I don't get involved in those things. Do you want to be an adult in this situation? Start by being honest."

Okubo was silent, looking at Tomori. She looks back at him before sighing heavily.

"I'll tell them, I promise… it's not something to hide from, after all. It's just that the minute I tell her, Mom is going to demand that I take him to their house for dinner, and she won't stop pestering me until I give in."

"It was the same thing with us, right, Saeh? And you, Tomori, were making fun of me nonstop at the time, loving that I was making a fool of myself in front of my girlfriend," Tatsuhiko opens a vengeful smile. "It's your turn now, sis, so you better suck it up!"

"Uugh, shut up," She makes a face. "And I won’t force you if you think it’s too early for that, Naoh…"

"I don't really mind," Okubo says. "As long as I'm notified in advance... my coach can still call me, or my agent."

"Alright, I'll explain this to her and we can choose the most appropriate date,” She nods, returning to face her brother. "Are you less freaked out now? You can see that he likes me and he's taking it as seriously as I am, right?"

"Hunf… I'll only believe one hundred percent with time and coexistence," He crosses his arms. "But for now I'll keep to myself. Just so you'll be warned, Mr. Okubo, I'll keep an eye out. Our father too, when he finds out. Nobody hurts the family's baby and leaves it at that, not even Ultimate Fight’s Heavyweight Champion…”

"Aargh, stop talking about me like I'm still a kid-"

"My God, Ultimate Fight's heavyweight champion!," He suddenly screeches, grabbing the edge of the tea table. "I'm sitting in front of the King of Combat himself! Can you give me an autograph?"

"Uh... Shit, Saeko, how can you handle all this bipolarity?," Tomori groans, rubbing his eyes. "I've known him for as long as I can remember and it still makes me dizzy..."

"It's an acquired taste," Saeko jokes, laughing.

"I told you to prepare a pen, Tomoh," Okubo laughs. "I'll sign everything, man. It's a private session, so you better take it while you still can, ahahaha. And relax, you have nothing to worry about. She means a lot to me. I would never hurt her."

“Again,” he adds in thoughts. Tatsuhiko nods, satisfied, still kind of electric.

"Yeah, I hope so! Oh my gosh, I forgot my autograph book in the car! I'll go get it and I'll be right back!," And he gets up running. "Don't worry, I know how to open the gate from inside, Tomori!"

"I know, relax! Damn...," She sighs, taking another long sip of tea. "And yeah, he also carries a notebook like mine everywhere. You never know."

“You two are a lot more alike than you realize,” he laughs.

"Yeah, and I noticed that you were, to a certain extent, messing with Tatsu," Saeko says. "It was kinda fun to watch, but you went a bit too far…"

"Oh come on, he started it with these tricky questions, I was going to answer the same way, ahaha."

"Yeah! He laid up problems for himself," Tomori shrugs. Saeko shakes her head.

"I know, he really shouldn't stick his nose up your business. But your brother cares about you, Tomori. He might go overboard with being protective, but it comes from a place with good intentions. You know how much he loves you."

"I know, Saeko..."

"So why, instead of antagonizing him, don't you encourage your boyfriend and him to get to know each other better? He has plenty of things in common with this family," She suggests, finishing with her cup. "He will be able to accept your relationship much faster if he doesn't feel like he's being treated like a soap opera villain that wants to break the happy couple up."

"That wasn't my intention, and neither was Naoh's… but that's okay, we'll be careful with that," Tomori nods, a little embarrassed. "But he also needs to stop treating me like a naive teenager. I'm a grown woman..."

"Well, I think it would be a good idea to show that to him," Okubo smiles. "We can schedule a day so I can meet everyone."

"Yeah we can. Mom will insist on it when she finds out...," Tomori smiles tiredly. "Hey, dad's birthday is coming right up! Maybe we can do something with that?"

Okubo widens his eyes at that, a little surprised.

"Your- Your dad's birthday? But-"

It was at this time that Tatsuhiko returned, bringing an old and worn-out notebook.

"Here! You can sign on that sheet, I already got a pen. Hell, now all I'm missing is Sekibayashi Jun's autograph...," He vibrates as he hands over the notebook and pen to Okubo. "I need to show up at the Heavy Bakery more often! That turned into a point for fighters, as far as I know."

"The best of the points! And here, Naoh," Tomori opens the cardboard bag that her brother and sister-in-law gave her, handing a cream puff to Okubo. "Straight from Kitakaro, Hokkaido. Tatsu always brings the best things from his and Saeko's trips..."

"Oh- oooh, that's nice!," He menages to smile, dispite still being surprised with her offer. "I love cream puffs! Thanks," He puts the package aside quickly. "But before eating, let me sign his notebook here."

"Alright! Isn't your sis the best?," Tomori arches an eyebrow at her older brother. "Getting the autograph of one of the most famous fighters of today for you, like magic..."

"Yeah, I can well imagine what kind of 'magic'… no, I don't want to!," He shivers all over. "Thanks, Tomoh, Mr. Okubo… damn, it's so weird to call you by your last name when you're dating my sister! If I let you call me Tatsuhiko, would you let me call you Naoya?," He asks, all excited. "Being able to call an MMA champion by his first name is something I’ll love to rub in my co-workers' face, hehehe…"

"Hahha… okay, I don't mind it either…," he blushes a little. "Or you can just call me Okubo, without the 'mr.' part. My friends call me that."

“Will I have to work harder for the other perk then? You're a tough one. But I think there's a reason for you to be able to keep your belt to this day, after all," He jokes. "But I want to see if you'll keep that strength when my mother calls you Naoya, haha. Man, I can't wait for that day..."

"Take it easy, Tatsuhiko, he's my boyfriend, not yours."

"Get lost, Tomori!"

"Hahaha…," Okubo hugs Tomori. "Sorry, man, but I'm committed."

“To your sister!,” something in himself laughed devilishly.

* * *

"Thanks for the tea, Tomoh..."

"No problem! And thanks for the cream puffs," Tomori opens the door and the gate further on for Tatsuhiko and Saeko, who had finished putting on their shoes and were on their way out. "Will you be very busy in the next few months?"

"No, we'll go back to the regular schedule now that the conference period with partner companies is over," Tatsuhiko checks the time on his phone. "Why?"

"Because soon we will have the reopening of the Heavy Bakery at the new address! Show up there to give us a hand," She asks, smiling, holding Okubo's arm.

"Me and the guys will definitely be there," He smiles. "And many of our friends too," He winks at Tatsu.

"Oh- Ooooh yes!," He widens his eyes, which even shine behind the lenses of his glasses. "We will show up, for sure! I'll make sure of it!"

"Okay, if you wanted to know the right way to conquer Tatsu, here it is," Saeko laughs. "We will show up. And it was nice meeting you, Mr. Okubo."

"Yeah, likewise. Holy shit, everyone at the office will be green with envy…," Tatsu smiles sharply, to which Tomori rolls her eyes.

“If you go around spreading it from the rooftops, Mom and Dad will know about it before I can tell them. And then they'll be mad at me for finding out from other people's mouths..."

"Okay, okay, I'll just say that Saeko and I met him by chance then. It's not a lie, anyway," He shrugs. "Well, we'll be on our way. Behave, you two!," He points to the couple by the door.

“Have a safe drive,” Okubo waves, smiling.

"And no, we won't behave."

"Yeah, and send us a message to let us know if you arrived well!," Tomori nods. "See you another time, Tatsu, Saeko!"

"See you at mom's and dad's house, you mean! Oh, this is gonna be so good, hahaha...," Tatsuhiko laughed while he and Saeko got in the car. They wave, and soon they're starting the engine, the car pulling out onto the street. Tomori waits until she sees them round the corner before sighing heavily.

"Sorry about that, Naoh... but it was better than I expected, considering everything."

"Yeah, it was, considering that at one point I was praying that he'd stop thinking you were a little girl dating some old fart in his fifhties. It was getting ridiculous, " He grumbles, to which she laughs with some embarrassment.

“He'd act like that if you were any age, even the same as me. Didn't you hear that talk about me being the 'family's baby'?," She makes quotation marks with her fingers, rolling her eyes. "He always has been overprotective and jealous. Good thing Saeko holds his reins tight."

"Yeah, bless that woman, otherwise I would have put him in a headlock, and that'd be a goodbye to my girlfriend's brother," he jokes as he turns to go back into the house. She laughs louder at that, following him and locking the door behind her.

“He would probably die happy. And I swear my parents are a lot more reasonable, if… if you agree to meet them,” She hesitates a little, looking at the floor.

"Well, it's part of the 'boyfriend' package, right?," he makes quotation marks with his fingers. "So yes, I agree to follow this bureaucracy."

"I know, but I didn’t want you to see it as a bureaucracy…," She walks past him, going to collect the tray with the teapot and teacups on the coffee table. "That’s why I said we could wait a little longer. It was supposed to be something you want too," She shakes her head. "Oh, how silly of me to worry about that, right? sorry about that..."

"I didn't mean 'bureaucracy' in a bad way. It's just that the whole process of getting to know your girlfriend's family members takes time and effort on my part, and on yours. Even more so if I want to gain their approval," He explains, moving forward to place his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them gently. "I'm just imagining the whole thing, that's all. I'm happy that I've already been accepted by them, but even more so by you, Tomoh."

She looks over her shoulder at him, blinking a couple of times. And then she smiled more placidly, leaning her back against his chest.

"Hehe… you being accepted by them is almost guaranteed, considering who you are. But I want them to know you like I do and like what they see too... I'm no fame seeker, you know, but I have a right to want to show off my boyfriend a little bit, even if only to my social circle," She jokes.

"Oh, you know I like all that importance," he hugs her sideways. "Even more so when the person I care about most cares."

"I care, so much so that it scares me sometimes," She lays her head on his chest before walking away, taking the dirty dishes to the sink. "And I'm going to have a serious talk with Tatsu about showing up at my house without warning. He interrupted us right when things were getting good..."

"No problem, we'll start all over again," he reaches her and hugs her from behind as she puts the dishes in the sink.

"Heh, good to know that my nosy brother didn’t spoil the mood…"

“Nah, he just postponed it a little bit. If you still want too, I'll be right here to help you..."

"I never not want to when I'm with you," She assures, letting herself be embraced by him. And when she finishes washing the dishes, he doesn't waste time and lifts her in his arms, going to lean her on the counter again while she laughs.

It was good to know that the surprise visit from her clueless brother and sister-in-law hadn't temporarily killed his desire, because those things would probably happen again. And knowing that he wanted to be part of her life even with that little detail made her even more certain that she had made the right choice.

NEXT CHAPTER

#Kengan Ashura #Kengan Omega #kenganverse #fanfiction #Okubo Naoya #Naoya Okubo #okubo x oc #kengan oc #Rihito #Himuro Ryo #Kaneda Suekichi #cookies'n cream #the heavy bakery series

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Silverstone with some delay 😅

I'm finally back, bitches!

First of all, I'M DEAD. Second of all, Marina was broadcasting everything that was going on in the race while I was waiting to die (of boredom, cold, impatience... you name it, you can choose), and that's how my phone died luckily at the end of the concert, but... WHY THE FUCK DID I HAVE TO MISS THIS ONE!?

So I've started watching the race today at the airport because I obviously needed to see for myself. If it had been a boring one maybe I would've passed on it until Thursday or even Friday that I'm actually free, but not this time. I needed to see this ASAP after all I've read and all I've seen since yesterday.

First things first, I knew about Zhou's crash the moment it happened, both from Twitter accounts I follow and from Marina. I was horrified and when I saw the video.... Chills run down my spine, and the cold wasn't helping. I wasn't calm until I knew he was okay. Now I've seen it again and... still horrible to see, honestly. Good thing they have the halo. Like seriously, he wouldn't have made it if it hadn't been for the halo... And George. Oh my Giorgio, that fast thinking just stopping the car and running towards Zhou to check if he was okay, he must have seen he was conscious before moving away I guess. That right there is human quality.

The worried faces while the race was red flagged.... And at the same time Zhou, Pierre and Giorgio crashed, Ocon, Albon and Yuki I believe crashed too, and Albon had to be taken to the medical centre too. Good thing they're all okay, because it looked nasty all over.

After the restart (I'm running on low energy atm so as to remember much from what I've watched before arriving "home"), I've noticed Verstappen having some troubles with the car 😬 Scuderia Clowneria doing a terrible job at taking care of Sharl, who is still the one driver of the team at the top in comparison to the other AHEM, Yuki and Pierre having a little dust up, Ocon losing the car (which the Alpine mechanics managed to save - more or less, that is - after his own crash at the very start of the race), our Birthday Boy passing Verstappen with a very, very elegant move (which I enjoyed immensely), Lewis vibin' setting fastest lap over and over and over and over again, with that tractor, Kevin and Mick inside the points!!!!!!!!!! I mean, whoa. I know how this ends, but I'm so over the moon watching it happen.

I mean, Pérez getting Driver of the Day? Really? He did NOTHING of substance until the restart after the Safety Car, where he was close to Lewis, otherwise he's done absolutely nothing in the whole race. Yes, the battle between him and Lewis has been nice to watch, but that's about the only thing Checo did.

Now I have to say THE BALLS LECLERC HAS. He's afraid of nothing, he's faced Checo without moving an inch. AND NOW LEWIS PASSES BOTH LECLERC AND CHECO. Whoa whoa whoa, THAT WAS COLD AS FUCK. Spanish commentators shouting that Alonso is right there going after Lewis (big surprise) and he can't even get close 😂 I mean guys, don't be sad please, he can't, he never could.

Now I'm watching my dear Sharl and Lewis fighting. Isn't this beautiful? Focus on them instead of Carlos, that's perfect. I'm enjoying this so fucking much, this is just spectacular. My brilliant boys 🥲 This shows how Lewis isn't the problem, same as Charles. They both fought tooth and nail against each other turn after turn without even touching, they came really close to each other, but they kept it clean and elegant like the gentlemen they are. And that, ladies and gentlemen, THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE.

AND MICK, OH MY DARLING MICK!!!!! That Schumacher killer instinct is there, I knew it was!!!!!!!! He was so damn close and he was doing such an amazing job making Verstappen nervous with a Haas! So well deserved, Mick, this is just the beginning ♥️ HE'S SAYING EXCUSE MY SWEARING ON THE RADIO, I'M DEAD! HEARING HIM TALKING IN GERMAN WITH GÜNTHER AND GINA 🥲

It's a real shame that after Lobato said that Carlos had already won before even crossing the line nothing happened to make that impossible. Another time maybe. I'm watching the interviews before the podium ceremony and I still can't see the impressiveness of Checo today. I could maybe see it in previous races, but not in this one tbh.

Lewis hugging Tom Cruise like it's another day at the office. This man 😂 And people still try to talk about him like he's nothing to this sport and he's friends with half of Hollywood and 3/4 of the rest of important people anywhere. They can still try, yet he's still better than the rest combined 🤣 And I've also seen Damian Lewis there!! I love that man, how can he be so gorgeous, how's that even possible?

I'm honestly impressed guys. Even knowing what happened yesterday, this was fantastic. This weekend I'll probably watch Saturday and Sunday after work, but maybe not, so we'll see. At least I'll watch on the actual day 😂

I'm off to bed finally, since I'm back to work tomorrow afternoon (I don't want to, I hate this) and back to being a responsible adult.

See you on the weekend, babies. Peace out!

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Twin!AU Part 2:

Gwaine is ecstatic to find that he’s technically dating Royalty (Arthur still isn’t best pleased), and Merlin begins to recover his true heritage.

Part 1 Part 3

Gwaine stares at the two of them open-mouthed from where he sits on the edge of the bed.

Re-telling the story had re-ignited Merlin and Arthur’s anger, but they do a good job of keeping it in as Gwaine tries to process that his partner and The Prince of Camelot are... twins. Gods this sounds like something out of one of Leon’s ridiculous fiction books: long lost royal twins and insane Kings and emotional reunions with long-dead, ghostly relatives. But to be fair, Gwaine has found that in all of his travels, Camelot has definitely been the weirdest place he’s ever been. Or perhaps it’s just the people.

He finally shuts his mouth, nodding slowly as he takes a deep breath and stands. He wipes his sweaty hands down his trousers briefly before stepping forward and pulling Merlin into a hug, making pointed eye-contact with Arthur over his shoulder. The only thing that Gwaine and Arthur had ever agreed on was that Merlin’s safety was of the upmost importance; this whole ordeal had just strengthened that agreement:

“That’s... you guys have had one hell of a day, huh? You said Gaius, and your mo- Hunith, and that bloody Dragon knew?”

Merlin tenses in his arms before pulling away, and Arthur’s expression turns stormy once more as he nods. Gwaine frowns, keeping one hand on Merlin’s shoulder as the servant (Prince?) responds bitterly:

“Hmm. We haven’t spoken to Kilgharrah or Hunith yet, but they’ll be getting a bloody mouthful from me, when we get time.”

Gwaine nods sympathetically, muttering his reply more to himself than the others:

“...Bastards.”

Arthur nods, but takes a deep breath as he puts his own hand on Merlin’s other shoulder:

“Agreed, but we’ve been gone too long; Leon’s been dealing with the council for at least half an hour and we need to go explain things sooner rather than later. News of my- The King’s arrest will spread like wildfire once it gets out.”

Merlin sighs, sagging slightly where he stands, and Gwaine steps even closer to him, moving his arm to be over his shoulder in a side-hug:

“Hey, I’m sure Arthur and Leon can deal with this if you’d rather hide out in here for a little peace. We could always set Morgana loose on the council, she’s bound to whip them into shape.”

(Yes, this fic is ignoring the timeline both in terms of the knights AND Morgana. She knows about Merlin’s magic, and Merlin, Arthur, and Gwaine (and Lance) know about hers.)

Merlin lets out a quiet huff of laughter, leaning into Gwaine’s side slightly as he looks up:

“No, I can’t. Arthur’s right, we need to sort this out sooner rather than later. I’d be perfectly content to not tell anyone about who I really am-”

Gwaine raises an eyebrow and Arthur narrows his eyes, ready to protest, but is interrupted by Merlin’s loud continuation before he can say anything:

“-but I know neither of you will let me get away with that so... here we are.”

Arthur nods decisively and Gwaine hides a grin, clearly thinking about how he’s technically courting a Prince. Arthur rolls his eyes at Gwaine’s expression, a small part of him cursing himself for letting the drunkard stay in Camelot, but the rest of him is grateful, knowing that Merlin needed more than Arthur on his side, especially now he had lost, or partially lost, Gaius, Kilgharrah, and Hunith.

The blonde Prince lets out a deep sigh, looking towards the door despondently as he decides that they really can’t leave Leon to fend for himself any longer. The three of them make their way from the room wordlessly, but Arthur halts the group again at the end of the corridor, turning to Gwaine with a thoughtful frown:

“Go find Elyan, Percival, Lancelot, Morgana, and Gwen. Gaius is a member of the council so he should already be there but double check he isn’t in his chambers, and Leon may have fetched Morgana himself, but I don’t know.”

Gwaine turns to look at Merlin and speaks quietly:

“What should I tell them?”

Merlin’s frown deepens and he glances at Arthur, but he just shrugs slightly, giving the choice to Merlin:

“They’ll all find out in the meeting anyway, so it might be best to pre-warn them so they aren’t blind-sided. Tell them the truth, I was born with magic, and am Arthur’s long lost twin brother, confirmed by Igraine’s ghost and then Gaius.”

He looks bewildered as he says it, almost as though he doesn’t fully believe it quite yet; Arthur nods in agreement and continues his instructions to Gwaine:

“Have everyone meet us there as soon as possible, I want to get this sorted now and I’m going to need as many people on my side as I can get.”

Gwaine nods seriously, pressing a brief kiss against Merlin’s forehead before rushing off in the other direction, hurriedly knocking on the knights’ doors down the corridor as Merlin and Arthur turn the corner.

They make quick work of the journey back through the castle, stopping just outside the doors to the Throne Room with sweaty palms and shivering lungs. The two of them listen to the annoyed sounding murmurs coming from inside for a few moments and the guards try not to give them odd looks as Arthur glances to Merlin—stood at his side instead of behind him—with a fond, though nervous smile. He puts his hand on the other man’s shoulder:

“We’re about to cause one hell of an argument, you ready?”

Merlin takes a deep, calming breath, smiling briefly as he hears Leon pleading with the council to be patient for just a little longer, looking to Arthur with anxious eyes and pale cheeks:

“Yeah. Come on, I think Leon might hurl himself from the window if we make him wait much longer.”

Arthur chuckles quietly, and the guards quickly divert their gazes when he looks back to the doors, taking one last fortifying lungful before walking forward and pushing them open with a bang, Merlin at his side.

The room goes suddenly quiet and Leon visibly relaxes when they walk in, bowing briefly before stepping aside and allowing Arthur to take his place in front of the thrones. There is no table in the Throne Room, so the council stand gathered in the middle, staring up at Arthur incredulously as he runs a hand down the arm of The King’s throne absent-mindedly. He was grateful to see Gaius present, despite not being in any sort of mood to talk to the man; he holds a smirk in when he sees several of the councilmen raise eyebrows at Merlin, still stood at his side when he technically shouldn’t even be in the room. There was even further incredulity as Sir Leon moves to stand guard behind him, as opposed to The Prince.

One of the Lords nearer the front of the small crowd finally breaks the tense silence:

“My Lord, what is the meaning of this? We were told it was an emergency, that we were meeting in the Throne Room as opposed to the council room, and were then made to wait for almost a candle-mark. The King has yet to arrive, what is going on?

Arthur turns to look at them with a raised eyebrow, back straight and face impassive:

“Patience, Lord Angar, The King will not be joining us, though we are waiting for a few more-”

The doors open before he finishes and every head turns to see the remaining knights, Gwen, and Lady Morgana enter, led by a serious looking Gwaine. All of them give Merlin a small smile and a bewildered nod, bar Morgana, who looks nothing short of furious as she moves to stand protectively at his side, glaring at any councilman who dares to look their way. The knights spread out, standing to attention with hands on their swords around the edge of the room, whilst Gwen moves to stand against the wall behind Morgana, Merlin, and Leon. Only Gwaine, Leon, and Lancelot are in full armour, but all the knights are armed and angry looking.

The councilmen, looking more confused and annoyed, look back to a still impassive Arthur. He fixes a short glare on each and every one of them before turning to face them properly and speaking confidently, his tone inviting no argument:

“The King has been arrested and confined to his chambers for the murder of the late Queen, and gross crimes against the Kingdom.-”

The room immediately explodes into angry and incredulous yelling, and Merlin flinches away from the sudden noise. Morgana squeezes his wrist comfortingly, knowing that it was only going to get worse when the rest of the truth is revealed, and Leon steps out from behind him, moving to be at his side with his sword halfway out of it’s sheath.

The other knights and Gwen all tense in place and Gwaine has to resist the urge to run to Merlin, knowing that the council’s disdain for both him personally and his courtship with Merlin would just make things worse. Arthur rolls his eyes at the cacophony of noise and slams the metal part of his gauntlet against the arm of the throne with a bang:

“ENOUGH! You’ll find, gentlemen, that remaining calm and quiet will make this conversation much easier.-”

He glowers at everyone until the hall is drowning in another tense silence before taking a deep breath, forcing himself to keep his hands from fidgeting as he continues:

“-It has come to my attention, through the Witch Morgause-”

A few murmurs of dissent go around the room, but they quickly cease when even the ever-calm Sir Leon begins to glare at people:

“-and further confirmation by The Court Physician, that King Uther used sorcery, against The late Queen’s wishes, in order to conceive a child. He was warned of the dangers, and went ahead with his plan anyway, which resulted in not only the birth of twins, one of whom was magical, but the death of the Queen.-”

At the mention of Gaius, the elderly Physician gets a few confused glances, and even more glares; no one likes being kept out of the loop, especially when everyone there is a Lord except Gaius. At the mention of twins, everyone’s attention is abruptly back on Arthur, and the knights have to resist the urge to look at Merlin, in fear of giving anything away too early.

Before he can continue, Arthur is interrupted by Lord Angar again:

“My Lord, I very much doubt the validity of anything you have just said, but either way, is this really the sort of meeting to be had with servants, a Lady, and your peasant knights present? I know you’re oddly fond of them but-”

Arthur, Leon, and Morgana have to resist the urge to punch the Lord in the face at his words. Gwen, Percival, Lancelot, and Elyan manage to keep their faces neutral, though Gwaine glowers openly. The knight does however hold in his smirk when he notices the fury on Arthur’s face. The Prince takes a threatening step forward but doesn’t lower himself from the dais as he speaks, his tone cold:

“Lady Morgana, Guinevere, and Merlin have proven to be better advisors to me than you ever have Lord Angar; Sirs Percival, Elyan, Lancelot, and Gwaine are amongst the best knights this Kingdom has ever seen, and you will show every one of them the respect they deserve, or you will excuse yourself from this room, and this council. Am I understood?”

The red of Angar’s face gets more severe as he splutters:

“My Lord you can not be-”

“Am I understood?!-”

Arthur’s voice cuts through everyone in the room, despite it’s low volume, and where Leon hides his proud smirk, Morgana doesn’t hold back at all, especially when Angar takes a deep breath and nods his purple head in embarrassment. The rest of the council seems to finally have grasped the seriousness and severity of the situation and play close attention to Arthur as he continues, no one daring to interrupt again:

“-This information changes everything we know about sorcery; my father started a genocide against an innocent group of people because he was too much of a coward to admit his mistakes and refused to take the rightful blame for killing his wife. I will not stand for this, and things will change very soon. If you are not outraged at the unjustness of his actions, at the death and suffering he has caused our people, the people we are meant to serve and protect, then you are more than welcome to leave. Meetings to organise and begin the process of legalising magic will start early tomorrow, and I will be accepting no excuses, this is non-negotiable. As for the matter of my twin brother...-”

Arthur glances back to Merlin, and at his slight nod, Arthur shoots him a small smile and holds his hand out to him. Merlin walks slowly forward to the sound of the council gasping and muttering to themselves, Leon stays barely a hair’s breadth behind him with his sword fully drawn:

“-may I present Prince Myrddin Pendragon.-”

Lord Angar, among others, looks seconds away from bursting once more, so Arthur hurries to continue, though still manages to keep his voice forceful and confident:

“-This information was unconfirmed for both of us until around a candle-mark ago; I have never believed in fate before now, though I think we can all be grateful that The Prince managed to return to Camelot all on his own.-”

He settles his hand on Merlin’s shoulder, but doesn’t pull him forward too much, understanding that his serv- his brother, probably wants to be as far away from the centre of attention as he can get.

“-I want him presented to The Kingdom and crowned before the month is out, this matter is also non-negotiable. Any questions?”

Lord Angar looks desperate to start yelling, but he also seems to have finally accepted that his influence over this room, and now the council in general, was tenuous at best. One of the newer councilmen, a young Lord who Arthur has a slowly growing respect for, steps forward slightly, bowing his head before meeting Arthur’s gaze and quietly asking:

“And The King, My Lord? Should we plan for your coronation as well?”

It was clear that the question was unexpected and Arthur frowns at the realisation that he had... arrested The King. Uther may have deserved it, but Arthur couldn’t bring himself to order his execution, and knowing Merlin he’d argue against it endlessly anyway.

Morgana senses Arthur’s hesitation after a second or two, thankfully before the council becomes restless and annoyed:

“You could always take over as Regent whilst we sort all of this out; that way we can revisit the issue of actually crowning you King later. Though we can’t confine Uther to his chambers forever, we’ll have to deal with him at some point.”

Arthur hums and nods, giving her a thankful smile before looking back to the young Lord:

“Lady Morgana’s suggestion is sound. I’ll take over as Regent,-”

He nods at Geoffrey of Monmouth, who takes a note down in the giant leather tome he perpetually has under his arm. If Arthur thinks about it for too long, he might come to the conclusion that the older man looks proud:

“-and we can revisit the issue when the dust has settled.-”

He rubs his eyes tiredly, as though the last day or so of drama had finally landed with it’s full weight upon his shoulders:

“-I think it goes without saying that, for now, none of this is to leave the room. I trust only Sir Leon with assigning who is to guard The King,-”

He glances to Leon, who nods seriously at his words:

“-keep it discreet Leon. I want to keep as much of this under wraps for as long as possible to avoid public panic; this is going to be a lot of hard work gentlemen, but I mean to see it through with or without your support, the choice is yours. The first meeting will take place in the normal council room tomorrow, two candle-marks after dawn. You’re all dismissed.”

The councilmen—including Gaius, after he sends a forlorn look Merlin’s way—slowly trickle out of the room, some looking angry, most looking resigned, but a few looking rather content, happy even (Arthur and Morgana take mental notes of who is who). The door shuts quietly behind the last man, leaving only Arthur, Merlin, Morgana, Gwen, and the knights left, all of whom understanding that the dismissal did not include them. Arthur lets out a deep sigh when the room quietens, looking back up to Merlin with a tired smile and even more tired eyes:

“Ready brother?”

He quirks an amused, but hugely pleased eyebrow as he says it and Merlin grins, rolling his eyes fondly:

“Not even close, but that’s never stopped me before.”

Arthur chuckles as the others all move closer, an odd mix of exasperated, because Merlin turning out to be Arthur’s long lost magical twin is exactly the sort of insanely dramatic thing that’s likely to happen in Camelot, and hesitant, because... how do they even deal with that? Other than with a great deal of confusion?

Gwen is the first to reach him, pulling Merlin into a tight hug that is very well received:

“I’m sorry Merlin, I can’t imagine how difficult this must be, and I’m so terribly sorry for all the horrible things I’ve said about magic.-”

She pulls back but doesn’t let go of his shoulders, staring up at him with tears in her eyes and a desperate look on her face:

“-You know that we all love, and trust you, don’t you??”

Merlin rolls his eyes fondly and pulls her back into a hug with a wide smile on his face:

“Of course I know that, I love you too Gwen. And don’t worry about it, you believed what you were taught, it’s not your fault.”

She looks like she wants to argue again when she pulls back, but Merlin just pats her cheek softly and gives her a warning glare. She huffs but dutifully steps back, allowing Gwaine to take her place as the rest of the knights pat his shoulders and run soft hands through his hair as way of apology and comfort.

Merlin smiles at them, but sobers quickly when a particularly horrible thought re-occurs to him. Gwaine squeezes his shoulder in question and Arthur furrows his brows:

“Merls?”

Merlin just sighs and leans into Gwaine’s side slightly:

“I need to talk to my... Hunith. And Kilgharrah, but I really don’t have the energy for him right now.”

Arthur nods in understanding, thinking for a moment before looking up to the huddle of knights (most of whom look marginally confused at the mention of whoever the hell Kilgharrah is):

“Percival, Lancelot, you know where Ealdor is?-”

The two of them nod, remembering the route from visiting with Merlin a few months ago:

“-Leave at dawn, take an extra horse and bring Hunith back with you. With all that’s going on, me and Merlin can’t afford to be gone for even a day and it’s a four days’ journey there and back.”

They nod, but Lancelot quickly responds with a quiet:

“We can leave now if you like, it’s not like the journey will take much prep. What should we tell her?”

He looks to Merlin, who frowns slightly as he replies, his words slow:

“Don’t tell her anything, Arthur and I need to have that conversation with her. She’ll panic when you turn up without me so feel free to tell her that we’re all alive and uninjured and not in any danger but... just don’t tell her the real reason.”

Their smiles are understanding, and just a little pitying, but they turn and march off the moment Arthur nods at them in approval, determined to do everything they can to make things go smoothly and easily.

It’s Elyan that breaks the now slightly uncomfortable silence a few moments later:

“So... do we still call you Merlin? Or is it Prince Myrddin, My Lord?”

Merlin grimaces the moment Elyan mentions what would soon be his official title, and the others grin at his reaction, chuckling as he runs a hand through his hair:

“No one’s called me Myrddin since I was about five, and I think it would be a little odd if that changed now, so Merlin is just fine.”

The others nod in agreement, though Arthur sighs as he responds, faux annoyance in his tone:

“Paperwork’s going to be bloody confusing.”

It takes Merlin all of three hours to figure out that Arthur had subtly assigned him a constant guard. The guard consists of Sirs Leon and Gwaine, so he isn’t... complaining, per se, but it's annoying, to escape company for a quick piss to find his partner and friend casually hovering right outside the door.

But to be fair, Merlin only notices when his brain registers that Gwaine isn’t there, and how odd that is. Whilst Merlin is interrogating Leon, Arthur is cornering Gwaine in a seldom used corridor, though the rambunctious knight beats Arthur to the punch:

“I think we’ve been here before, Princess.”

Arthur raises an amused eyebrow at Gwaine’s teasing grin, before sagging slightly in place and sighing. Gwaine sobers immediately, putting a hand on the blonde’s shoulder and trying to meet his gaze:

“Arthur?”

Arthur sighs again, looking up to him with tired eyes:

“This goes without saying, but Merlin.... he is everything to me. As far as I’m concerned he and Morgana are my only family, though I suppose I believed that before all of... this; but that’s besides the point. I know you won’t ever mean to hurt him, and I do trust you, as... difficult as that is to admit, but I need to you understand, Gwaine,-”

Gwaine nods in understanding and agreement:

“I do understand, Arthur. He’s everything to me as well.”

Arthur shakes his head and steps back, bringing himself to his full height:

“No, you don’t. He is my brother, and he was taken from me. He has suffered, more than I think either of us will ever know, and that stops, this Kingdom is now being built for him. But I would burn it all down if it would make him happy. Everything is for him, for Morgana, for my family. Do you understand?”

Gwaine nods, only once, before holding his hand out. Neither his hand nor his voice shakes as he responds:

“I’ll pour the oil, you light the match.”

Arthur pauses for a moment, as if trying to gauge his own trust in the other man, before clasping Gwaine’s hand strongly.

The seriousness of the moment ends when Gwaine lifts his other hand to tug sharply at Arthur’s hair before ducking under his arm and skipping down the corridor towards where they’d left Merlin and Leon. Arthur just huffs and follows him, definitely not sulking.

Merlin turns to them both with a scowl when they enter, immediately taking note of the residual gravity in the tightness of Gwaine’s shoulders:

“And what have you two been doing all of sudden?”

Leon bites his lip to stop himself from snorting in amusement, but fails miserably the moment Gwaine shrugs and opens his mouth:

“I don’t know, some sort of mutual arson pact I think.”

Arthur rolls his eyes first at Gwaine subtly, then at Merlin, far more obviously:

“Honestly Merlin, we’ve spent practically every second with you all day, you can’t go a few minutes without us?”

Merlin huffs noisily and turns around to grab Leon’s wrist, dragging him from the room and not looking over his shoulder as he snarks:

“Leon’s always been my favourite knight anyway.”

Gwaine and Arthur just look outraged, both speaking at the same time:

“Hang on, what about me?!”

They fix each other with narrow-eyed glares before shoving each other childishly, fighting over who could shoulder their way through the door first.

The next conversation, a few days later, is... a lot harder.

With Kilgharrah’s odd ability to seemingly know about everything that happens in Camelot, Merlin couldn’t get away with putting off speaking to him for long, especially with how The Warlock could feel the way he was angrily clomping about in his cave.

The short journey down through the dungeons, made by Arthur, Merlin, and Gwaine, was made mostly in silence. The oppressive feeling of Kilgharrah’s mishmash of emotions bouncing around in Merlin’s head made focusing on any other strain of thought impossible, and Gwaine and Arthur were too busy stewing in their own anger and worry to want to disturb him.

They pause momentarily outside the large iron gates leading to Kilgharrah’s lair, none of them looking to each other as they take deep breaths in an attempt to gather some bravery. Arthur and Gwaine have never said anything, but Kilgharrah terrifies the shit out of both of them; Merlin normally takes these trips alone—Arthur and Gwaine’s fear wasn’t difficult to pick up on and he never wanted to make them uncomfortable—allowing the other two their blissfully ignorant beauty sleep as he sneaks away to argue with a Dragon. But that’s obviously not in the cards today; no way either of them would let him face this alone.

Kilgharrah is waiting for them when they push open the gate and stalk out onto the ledge, and he raises himself to his full height, sparing barely a glance in Arthur’s direction and sparing Gwaine even less as he stares at Merlin with aloof, golden eyes:

“You have discovered who you are, Young Warlock, at long-”

Merlin interrupts him with a scowl and a held up hand:

“You had no right,-”

His voice is echoingly deadly, and the two knights find themselves being reminded of Merlin’s seemingly endless power. Merlin being angry at Gaius was... was like a child being heartbroken at a parent’s betrayal, which it was in some ways. But Merlin being angry at Kilgharrah... that was much more; like a God being angry at a creature of His own design. Merlin stands before The Great Beast, centuries old, full of unimaginable knowledge, and he stands tall, and proud, and angry.

“-no right, to keep this from me. You claim that no one can know their destiny, and then proceed to prattle on about mine in riddles. In my search for answers, you gave me more questions. In my search for comfort, you gave me fear. In my begging for help, you gave me nothing but pain. I’m done, you’re just as bad as Uther.”

Kilgharrah bristles, flaring his arched nostrils as his furious reaction ripples across his hardened scales:

“How dare you compare me to-”

Merlin interrupts him with a yell, his voice growling in it’s reverberation, a hidden power more ancient than the mountains themselves echoing in his words:

“You separated my brother from me and you had no right! You whine about how Uther took your kin from you, but you took my kin from me! You suffered so you made it your greatest goal to make everyone else suffer just as much. You are cruel, and cowardly, and I am done. You will not manipulate me anymore, you will not lie to me, or mislead me. You tried to get me to kill the boy, but I didn’t, and I forgave you. You tried to get me to kill Morgana, but I didn’t, and I forgave you. You keep trying to get me to free you, but I won’t. You will rot in here until you can tell me the truth, a truth I deem worthy, on why you kept my heritage from me.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, turning on his heel and marching out of the gate without another word, Gwaine following closely behind. Arthur stays, just for a few moments, though with Merlin’s sudden display of power over the beast before him he finds himself significantly less frightened:

“He’s right, you know. Every one of my brother’s successes has come to pass because he ignored you. You have haunted him every step of the way, causing nothing but grief; you should be grateful, Merlin has offered you a chance of redemption that I would not have.”

Arthur doesn’t wait for a response either, jogging up the steps to catch up with the other two just exiting the dungeons.

Merlin doesn’t ask what was said, though Gwaine does raise an eyebrow in The Prince Regent’s direction; Arthur gives him a short nod, acknowledging Gwaine’s need to know, need to keep a tight hold on everything so he could keep Merlin safe and happy. Or as happy as he can keep him in this situation. Gwaine relaxes when he understands Arthur’s promise to tell him later, trusting the blonde to have Merlin’s best interests at heart.

The slight relaxation doesn’t last long however; Merlin heads up through the castle towards the large doors leading into the courtyard. The other two follow him, knowing that the younger man likely needs some fresh air to recover from the pressing darkness and power and heaviness of Kilgharrah’s presence, but they quickly tense when he suddenly halts on the steps just outside the doors.

When they peer over his shoulder, they are abruptly reminded of the amount of time that had passed since Percival and Lancelot had left. And apparently returned.

Hunith dismounts her horse quickly, her mouth stretching into a relieved smile as she runs towards him. Merlin doesn’t move, just stares at her with blank eyes, and Gwaine’s eyes shift nervously between the two of them. Hunith’s relief is quickly dropped when she notices Merlin’s non-reaction, and she slows just before she ascends the steps, looking up at Merlin with her brow creased in worry:

“Son?”

Merlin’s expression hardens; his hands clench and his eyes and tone turn icy as he responds:

“I’m not your son.”

END of part 2!!!

Sorry to be a teeeaaasssee :))))) (Not really)

I’ve recently got a BUNCH more hours at work (which is like... good for me personally but not so great for my social life or hobbies lol) so things might take a little longer to come out from now, but I promise this blog is still ultra active and going!! I’ll just only have time to write in the evenings nowadays.

I’m not sure when part 3 will be, but it’s in the works and won’t be too long!! Two weeks at absolute MOST I imagine :D

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samstree · 3 years

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36 for kiss prompts and/or 23 from touch prompts?? i'm so happy for your dynamic return!! 😌

Lean on Me

36. “kissing away tears” + 23. “carrying the other one in their arms” from the touch asks. Thanks for the prompt, my dear! <3

In which Jaskier is a stubborn idiot. Geralt is there for him.

(1.4k, aftermath of torture, mentions of blood and injury, panic attacks, vomiting, read on AO3)

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“Oh, finally!” Jaskier lets out a sigh, his ribs aching at the exhale. “My dear, you don’t know how I’ve longed to see your beautiful face! These two gentlemen—on top of being the rudest persons in the entirety of the Nilfgaardian empire—have the most hideous complexions I’ve seen! Seriously, does being a royal torturer suck away your soul along with your good looks?”

“Shut up, Jaskier.”

Geralt fumbles with the shackles around Jaskier’s wrists, refusing to look up. The motion pulls at the flayed skin a little. Jaskier gasps when one of the restraints falls to the floor. He uses the air to resume his rambling.

“Dull as fuck, they are. It’s always ‘tell me where they are, or we’ll beat you to death’ as if I didn’t infer from their mean faces on the first day. Urgh! So unimaginative! You’d think an army that swept through the continent could hire someone more competent. Professionals, maybe—”

The other wrist comes out and Jaskier abruptly tips forward, his knees giving way. Luckily, strong arms catch him around the waist without a moment of doubt, and Jaskier finds himself face to face with the prettiest amber eyes in the world.

“Hey,” Jaskier says, realizing that he’s bitten his lower lip in a panic. The old wound reopens and he tastes blood. “Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

A gentle hand comes up to push back the hair in Jaskier’s eyes, revealing his forehead and, undoubtfully, the gash there and all the dried blood. He feels exposed like this.

“Jaskier,” Geralt breathes, the whisper too careful for Jaskier to handle after all these days. “You are in shock.”

“What? No, I’m not!”

Jaskier frowns, and struggles on his feet to prove the point. If only his legs would cooperate and stop feeling like jelly. Geralt trails his fingers down to cup Jaskier’s jaw, a thumb hovering over what must be a patch of bruises by his lips. He presses down with the barest touch and Jaskier hisses, which tugs at his ribs again.

Geralt’s brows are knitted together with worry. “I need to get you out of here fast.”

“There’s no need to look so constipated, Geralt dear. I told you I’m fine. This—” he gestures to the tiny torture chamber. “—is nothing!”

With that, Jaskier takes a step towards the door—well, what’s left of it after Geralt smashed through the poor thing. Each step feels like he’s walking on a cloud. His arm rests on Geralt’s shoulder but refuses to lean into his witcher’s solid strength. Geralt doesn’t seem convinced, with a hand still at Jaskier’s waist, just shy of touching his throbbing side.

“Let me tell you, they couldn’t even follow through on most promises. Apparently, the emperor himself gave orders to keep me alive. I’m a valuable asset! So, you see, all the talks of opening me up with those colorful gadgets were nothing but empty threats. I could laugh at those idiots!”

As they stumble out of the room, Jaskier can’t help but get another glimpse of the table full of devices—pliers, knives, a chainsaw, and something that looks like a stack of thick needles, except every five of them are attached to make the perfect shape to go into someone’s fingers.

A shudder runs down his back—not from fear, of course. It’s a draft in the hallway.

“Hmm. And they are the idiots.”

“For messing with me and not finishing the job—Oh, there they are.” Two mangled bodies are barely visible in the dark corner, with blood seeping into the floor. “Did you give them hell? I bet you did. The White Wolf’s wrath is no joke, not when his bard is taken. Not that it was too much of a bother for me, mind you. I’m fine.”

The urge to repeat the word is overwhelming despite the crack in his voice. Jaskier licks at the cut on his lip just like he’s done in the past few days. It was the only soothing motion he could manage while being bound in metal. The warmth of Geralt’s body is miles better, so much so that a disorienting fog is forming before Jaskier’s eyes, darkening the edges of his vision.

“Sure you are. Just…hang on, just a little longer,” Geralt pleads, a bit desperately. For what, Jaskier isn’t sure.

Geralt takes Jaskier’s elbow with his other hand, guiding him forward toward the exit. He’s acting like that again, like he’s around a spooked horse or scared children. Jaskier turns in confusion and rests his temple against Geralt’s cheek, but he’s rudely dislodged quickly.

“Portal,” Geralt warns.

Before Jaskier has time to react, cold wind is cutting into his cheeks and his bare feet sink into thick snow. Kaer Morhen stands tall as always, and Jaskier wants to sag with relief—

Before a spell of nausea hits him in full force, turning his insides into a swirling mess. Jaskier can barely push Geralt away before crumbling onto the icy ground and heaves out whatever little content in his stomach. There’s not much. It’s not like a prisoner’s diet is on top of Nilfgaard’s priorities.

“Portals… Can’t complain when we are in a hurry, right?”

Jaskier chokes out a laugh while trying to wipe away the bile at his lips. The coldness is creeping up on him, making him tremble like a leaf. He hugs the hollow of his stomach, but the involuntary spasms jostle his sensitive ribs again, drawing out a whimper. Everything hurts. His mouth is filled with cotton, his head pounding like fireworks exploding inside his skull.

The next attempt to stand fails, and he ends up in a heap of misery with nothing but the raggedy shirt on his back. Jaskier takes in gulps of air but can’t find any release. His lungs are burning with the aftershock of panic.

It’s like a dam breaking. The reality sinks in, of what could have happened. Of what did happen.

Jaskier knows he’s crying. Tears are rolling down his cheeks with abandon and freezing in the cold air. He can’t hide them, not when he doesn’t even have the strength to lift a hand.

A coat wraps around his shoulders, and Jaskier shudders into the contact. Geralt lowers into his vision, his head tilted so their gazes can meet. Amber eyes are flowing with patience, so much patience.

“All right,” Jaskier finally croaks, “perhaps…there’s a chance that I’m, um, I’m not quite fine.”

Geralt’s palm finds Jaskier’s cheek again, careful not to aggravate the bruises and the broken skin. Their foreheads rest together, and the only thing left in the snowy world is the sound of Geralt’s breathing. The grip on Jaskier’s airway loosens, allowing him to match the achingly unhurried rise and fall of Geralt’s chest. The familiar scent of leather and sweat is in the background, the best soothing balm for his frayed nerves, always.

Slowly, the storm calms.

“That’s it. Breathe with me, just like this. You are safe. I have you now. I have you.” Geralt murmurs into his ear, repeating the last sentence like a mantra. “I have you, Jask…”

There are more tears, but soft lips catch them in a lover’s caress. Jaskier lets himself melt into his witcher’s presence, lets his tears be kissed away.

“What should—” His teeth chatters. The snow is numbing his toes, the tingling bordering on pain. “What should I do?”

The world spins again, but this time upward. Geralt’s arms are so steady as he lifts Jaskier in one swift motion and carries him toward the keep.

“Lean on me. For now.” The corners of Geralt’s lips quirk up into something akin to a smile, but not yet. It looks physically impossible for Geralt to smile right now. “Lean on me, and don’t worry a thing.”

And Jaskier does. He leans into Geralt’s neck and rubs his damp cheek into the scent there. The sniffles don’t go away for a long time. His breaths are still shuddering, but for the first time, there’s nothing Jaskier wants to say.

For the first time, Jaskier only wants to bury himself into Geralt’s coat, into the quiet safety of his favorite witcher, and ease his mind into oblivion.

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bubblegumbi0tch · 3 years

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The Vacation

Warrings: Creampie and public sex

"Ladies and gentlemen, please clip on your seat belts and get ready for the time of your lives. The safety precautions are as follows on the screen. Thank you for flying with Peach Aviation, where every journey is exciting. The flight attendant's voice echoed throughout the airplane. After clipping on your seat belt for the landing to Brazil where Oikawa was taking you, you turned towards him. "You seriously want me to believe that this was spontaneous and not a planned vacation." Yup!" He stated, popping the p. "You seem thrilled today." You reported. "Obviously, you have put up with me for four years, and you are still here. "He smiled softly up at you. "Plus... There's the fact that I am about to get some." "Who said that? What makes you sure you are going to get some?" You unclipped the belt and got up, taking hold of your handbag next to you.

"What?! Seriously Y/N…princess?" He followed you out of the plane. What you saw in the open-air took your breath away. All around you, there are lush green mountains, sounds of seagulls, and the waves crashing entered your ears. The beautiful architecture is all around you. You turned around to face Oikawa, only to bump into his chest. His muscular arms wrapped around you stable. "Took your breath away, didn't it?" He questioned. "Happened to me too, just like the very first time I saw you, in that little black dress and heels during one of my first games, I knew I had to have you." He smiled down at you. It's beautiful, Tooru. I don't have words to explain, but it really is." You stated. "I know. When I talked to Hinata about a good place to take you, he recommended a nice beach. We visit him before we go. He stated. "Happy Anniversary, princess. "He whispered you. "Tooru, I don't know what to say. You really didn't have to do this." "You could express your gratitude by giving me a Thank-you kiss for one! "He smirked. You kissed him with all the emotions inside you. At that moment, it was just you two, two lovers kissing without any care, as their lips tangoed perfectly together.

"You want to spend all your weekend here at the airport or actually go down to the hotel?" He pulled away. "It's a five-minute walk from here." "Let's go!" You exclaimed excitedly and then dragged him down the out of the airport you're rolling luggage in hand and to the pathway, half cemented and half not. You marveled at the beauty of the scenery. It was stunning. The birds chirped, and the wind blew perfectly. He clasped his hand into yours. According to Oikawa, you were the prettiest girl he's ever seen. As the two of you walk both near the hotel's main doors, Oikawa checks in, and the bellhop gets your bags. As you open the door to your room, Oikawa suddenly stopped and turned to you, only to pick you up by the knees and the shoulder, bridal style.

You squealed in surprise. "What in the heavens are you doing, Tooru?" You threw your head back in laughter. Carrying you inside our room, what else?" And then he spun around, with you in his arms.

"Tooru !" You squealed again.

"Keep practicing princess, you are going to need it tonight." This caused your checks to heat up.

As Oikawa walked in further inside the room, your eyes slipped onto the glass wall on the opposite side, which gave you a perfect view of the ocean.

"You know only married couples do this?" You questioned as you walked over to the wall.

You heard him shuffling but paid no heed; you were far more invested in the view. "I know, but you have to admit you like it. Imagine being Mrs. Oikawa … Oikawa (y/n) has a nice ring to it, don't you think" he smiles. You nod at him. "Now, love, why don't we head over to the beach? We can watch the sunset together. As the both of you get changes, Oikawa's jaw drops the second you walk out of the bathroom wearing a bathing suit that hugs you in all the right places. Accentuating the best parts of your body. "Wow (y/n), you look amazing." You see his eyes sparkle a light blush cover his cheeks. You smile at him as he holds your hand, leading you down to the beach.

As you walk down to the beach, you hear the gentle washing of the waves sings a lullaby to your ears. You have always loved the sound of the ocean, so serene yet holding so much power. 'Thank you again for bringing me here, love.' You tell Oikawa as he sets up a towel. "Anything for you princess you how much I like to spoil you." The two of you are sat on a towel by the beach, watching the sun paint its oranges and yellows in the sky. You were distracted by the sky that you didn't see Oikawa get up on one knee; he holds your face in his palm, gently Turing you to him. "Y/N L/N, my girlfriend, my love, and my heart. I know I am not the most deserving man on this planet. I have made my fair share of mistakes. But you have changed that. You have been a source of light in one of the darkest periods of my life, so today, I am asking you will you let me be your light? Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" By the time his speech ended, tears were streaming down your face.

"Yes! Yes! Thousand times, yes." You nodded.

Oikawa got up from his position, grabbing your hand and slipping on the diamond on your finger.

"You have made me the happiest man alive on this planet, Y/N." He stated. "I love you, Mrs. Oikawa."

"And I love you, Mr. Oikawa." He pulled you into a deep passionate kiss, your saliva mixing. When you pull apart, a string connects the two of you. You look around and notice that you two are the only ones left on the beach. That "Let's go swimming princess" he starts running towards the water. You feel your feet sinking into the soft sand. You pad after him towards the calm, beckoning water. Oikawa smirks at you. You screech into the quiet beach when he all of a sudden picks you up and carries you bridal-style into the sea. Bringing you further into the sea and complaining about the cold water. A droplet of water is trickling along the edge of his jaw; your focus is transfixed at its smooth descent to his chin. Your bodies are bobbing with the calm waves, up, down, up, down.

Then your eyes lock, you feel a heat building up inside you. Oikawa looks at you and sears a mark in you, and it's burning like the flames of hell all the way down to your core. With the side of his finger, he doesn't need to so much as touch you to tip your head up his way because that's how willing you are. One tilt, that's all it takes to kiss him right now. His fingers are sinking into your tender waist, and immediately you need to feel inside you. "I love you, princess" He slides his cheek against yours and traces the bridge of your nose with the tip of his. He dips his face in closer to your lips, nearing one another. You taste the sea on his lips, salt, and cold. It feels like diving into the ocean, plunging into the deep blue, and simply allowing your body to be swept away. His kiss is greedy, hungry, willing you to submit to him and follow his lead.

Legs wrapping around his torso in the water, his hands caress up your thighs to your ass, digging into your plump flesh with an ardor that releases damp arousal from your slit. Your own fingers grope down his chest and toy with his hair, scratching and tugging. When he nibbles on your bottom lip, and you know that you're done for. You melt like putty in his control, meeting his tongue with soft obedience you don't usually exert. Tooru .' You gasp into his mouth. 'I told you that you were gonna be screaming my name tonight, (y/n).' he says before diving back into you. Those words send the possessive animal in your mind wild with satisfaction.

Because yes, he's all yours tonight. When you feel his stiff length poke underneath you, your cunt is set ablaze with desire. Desire to sink down onto him this instant and have him pound into you amidst the ocean until you both feel faint. The desire for him to break you in half with all his might, make your eyes water with from the pleasure he stabs into you. He holds you as the both of you walk to shore together. Lips never leaving one another's. His mouth travels down to your breasts, and he doesn't hesitate to devour them from your bathing suit, suckling angry red/ purple marks down your cleavage and around your nipples. Though clothed, the prominence of his big cock burrows between your wide-open entrance, rubbing against your bikini-clad clit and making you thrust your hips further into him.

Enjoying the euphoria from his touch, you don't realize you're on land until he gently falls onto his knees and carefully places you on the towels below him. You pull him by the neck onto you. As he kisses a torching trail down your wet body, your mind is somewhere else in heaven that worships your fiancé Oikawa. His large hands kneading your exposed breasts, the wisp of his breath tingles down your stomach, tying a knot in your core. His teeth, he obscenely tugs lose the string that ties your bikini bottom together. The fabric falls loose lifelessly, revealing your soaking cunt, shimmering with want for him.

‘So wet (y/n) .’ He muses as he kisses your pelvis, finger stroking up your slick to gather the liquid of your arousal. Then he prods his finger into your mouth, your tongue compliantly lapping up your own taste, salty from the sea. 'Who made you this wet, mmm?'

'You.' You're practically pleading as he sucks viciously at your inner thigh, so close to your weeping pussy. I want you to scream my name by the time we're done." When he first links his lips to your clit, your hips buckle upwards, and fingers fly to entangle his chestnut hair. Sucking harshly on your sensitive bud, all you're capable of is squirming and writhing underneath him. The sensation of his mouth sucking on your succulence sends a shot of ecstasy down your quaking legs. Your head feels dizzy.

'"Fuck!' You whine. "You like that, princess ?' When he looks up at you, a wet smirk on his lips breathing hot air into your cunt, a coil winds in your stomach. T-Tooru.' Your grip on his hair tightens.

Then he's gorging you like a feast, tongue fluttering on your swollen bundle of nerves, your kryptonite, teeth scraping along your folds seductively. After several licks of your entrance, he pushes two digits into your gummy cunt. The ease in, lubricated by your moist walls that welcome the pressure of his intrusion into you like the open sea. He draws wide circles inside you, and it feels like your innards are being stirred to perfection by a metal rod. In the meantime, his assault on your clit doesn't falter, rhythmically hitting his tongue against you. Allowing the vibrations of his humming to penetrate your core. Looking down, this is simply the most beautiful sight you've ever witnessed. Oikawa's brown eyes glimpsing up at you hungrily, face buried nose-deep in your pussy. Hands gripping under your thighs that are rested on his shoulders, the beautiful scenery of the sunset, its glow onto you, and the ocean in the background play a symphony to your moans and his filthy slurps.

Suddenly, an explosion of pleasure arrives at your clit. 'Oh, fuck yes!' You screech, throat raw from the pure elation that washes over you. The throbbing in your cunt releases at his continuous friction, pulsating so wildly you think you will burst. His fingers pump out your high as he sucks one last time, long and hard, on your beating clit. 'Ah… Oh my god… Tooru…' he emerges from between your legs to breathe. You watch as your fluid dribble down his chin lewdly, your thumb swipes to catch the wetness.

'How was that?' Untangling his arms from your legs, he walks up on his elbows to meet your lips in a tender kiss.

'Wow.' You utter against his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head for dramatic effect. 'Let's continue back in our room.' Quickly you do up your bikini, impatient for more.

Without needing another word, Oikawa sweeps you into his arms, gathers all your belongings, and hastily carries you back to your hotel located just a minute away from the beach. Although, it takes much longer than a minute for you to arrive, seeing as multiple detours are made along the way, fondling behind a tree, kissing in the elevator, and missing your floor.

And when you're finally in the confines of your shared room, he pins you to the closed door, not even bothering to switch on the lights, lips latched onto your magnetizing neck. Your wrists trapped in his grip against the hardwood, you ache to touch him as his teeth find your earlobe. Nipping at your soft round flesh, a pleasant shock is sent down your spine at the twinge of pain. 'Tooru…' You sigh. He pulls away to stare into your beseeching eyes. 'What do you want me to do to you, princess?' His voice is a low grumble of dominance, digging its talons into your brain.

'I want… I want you to fuck me until I cry.' In the dark of the room, your attention flickers to the sunset terrace outside. 'Right on that balcony over there.'

Something in his eyes ignites at your suggestion. Filled with lust, he brings you through the glass door that opens to the fresh setting night. 'You want me to fuck you right here, princess? For everyone to see?' Danger lurking one kiss away, you sense the precarious position his mind is at. So you reach down and grab his hard cock over his shorts and tip his mind to a carnal desire.

'P-please, Tooru.' The name is the last straw for him. His breath hitches as you tug down his pants and allow his enormous cock to spring free. Spinning you around roughly, he bends you over onto the rail of the balcony and strips off your swimsuit in one deft gesture. From here, you have an unobstructed view of the coast, lined by bustling bars and closing restaurants. The neighboring terraces are a meters away; if anyone walks out now, they would horrifically witness Oikawa about to pound into you from behind. Your heart is beating in the excitement of the risk as well as the anticipation of his cock. Not being able to see him, he can thrust into you any moment now; he must be reveling in such control he holds. Then you feel it, his large thick round tip pressing against your entrance curiously. Your legs shake expectantly while fresh arousal leaks out of you, mixing with his precum he's plowing into you. 'Begone more time for me (y/n). Please, Tooru.' Allowing the words to drag out on your tongue, you twist your neck to look at him with large pleading eyes. He looks like a king, towering over you with this much assertion, relishing in the power he holds above you in this very moment.

Hands holding your hips in place, he slams his thick member into your gaping tight pussy in one forceful plunge. You can't help but cry out at the sheer stretch of your walls he's spanning. fuck, he's so big he makes it feels like your first time together all over again. All you think at first is an incredible cinching of your core, the ache of him impaling his rigid shaft through the resisting pressure of your tight pussy. He's fucking massive. He seems to know it as well because he gives you a second to adjust to his size, palm scaling smoothly up the hill of your back to gather your hair in his hand. Then he is pummelling into you, hips slapping against your bottom, ringing such vulgar sounds in your ears. His cock, hard as if carved from marble, piercing through the pain and molding a thing of sweet, sweet pleasure inside you. You grip the rail so tight its edge gouges marks into your skin, your head hung low between your tense arms.

'Fu-uckk princess, you ohhh feel so good around me," he groans. At this angle, his cock is curving up the wrong way into you, jabbing in places that make you go crazy. A part of your soul is no longer with you, propelled elsewhere by his ceaseless merciless attack on your pussy. You feel a sting on your butt. He spanks a searing hot mark into your ass cheek. The sharp pain is refreshing alongside the dull ache behind the euphoric throb he is penetrating into you. "Princess, I love hearing your whimpers their so cute" Another slap echoes in your ears, and you welcome it by curving your back more to tip your tush higher for him.

'Tooru, you fuck me so good.' you egg him on further, stroking his ego as your tight squishy walls are clenching his dick. Pounding into you with such vigor and violence that your folds are beginning to sting.

Moans that fall from his lips tingle at your clit, which you start to play with to add to your stimulation. Another smack on your ass, this time so surprising that you scream out. 'Yes, be loud for me. Let everyone hear how good I make you feel.' He coaxes. Oikawa begins to slow, which you know is a sign that he's close but doesn't cum yet. He bends over you, your hair still tied around his wrist, and nips at the shell of your ear. You've never known your ear to be such a sensitive area, for when his tongue flickers at your inner shell, a shudder convulses through you. Leaving slobbery kisses down the curve of your shoulder.

You wanna Finish on the bed, princess ?' You nod, and Oikawa embraces you from behind; his strong arm comes under your cold lonely breasts that perk up at his attention, his wet cock sitting between your red ass cheeks. The hum of his deep rasp on your neck sends your head lolling back onto his sweat-covered chest. His lips seal yours as he walks you back into the room, leaving the glass door open for the night breeze to grace you. Amidst the rough sex, you treasure such a soft, delicate moment on your tongue, delighting in the way the tips of his fingers trace up your side. When his hand slithers up to your face, you melt into the warm flesh of his palm, mouth opening up for him to unfurl into.

Then the back of your knees hit the bed, and you know it's about to begin again. Without breaking the union of your lips, you clamber onto the sheets with his frame hovering over you. Grappling on his neck, you drag Oikawa on top of you as your head sinks down onto the plush of the pillow.

He sucks on your plump bottom lip one last time before pulling away. Fluid still profusely oozing out of the slit of his tip, he perches between your legs. 'How do you want it, my future wife?' His tone is endearing, yet eyes his eyes are hungry.

Impatient for him to fill you to the brim again, you lift both your legs up for him to grab and place onto his shoulders. 'Like this please, husband.' That's all you have to say for him to grunt okay and push deep into you, knees digging into the mattress. In this position, his cock reaches your cervix without hindrance, his swollen head slamming into your end every thrust he gives. It's a different type of ache this time, more targeted at the one sensitive spot inside you. As he continues, you thrust into you, balls swinging at your ass, a build-up of sensitivity gathers at your core.

You feel it approaching, that imminent contortion of your cunt, looming over you, on the brink of toppling your senses.

'Keep going.' You whimper the filthy feeling of his prick hammering so fast into you enough to bring tears to your eyes. You try to keep them open, watch his tongue poke out in concentration as he watches your body quiver under his. But the intensity of his fucking is truly too overwhelming that a single droplet leaks out and flows down your temple. 'I'm so close.' Oikawa moans, pecking the bone of your ankle. Something ruptures within him; with an even more arduous determination, he drives into your walls like a crazed beast. The sole purpose now is to reach the climax awaiting him; he spreads your legs open wide before him and rabidly plunges his twitching cock.

And for the second and third time this night, your orgasm hits you, one immediately followed by the other. 'Tooru, I'm-' You're a crying thrashing mess beneath him, drool dribbling out of your mouth and teary eyes, the ecstatic pleasure obliterating your mind into ruins as your cunt erupts. The string of profanities that leave you sound incoherent to your own hearing.

You won't be able to walk straight tomorrow; you're sure of it.

Oikawa watches you break on his cock, walls tightening impossibly around him. "(Y/n) I'm gonna cum. Can I cum inside you?" His thrusts start to get sloppy than what they were from the beginning. He starts to pound into and with one final thrust, he shoots his cum in spurts deep inside you. He pulls himself out a string of cum attached to his tip. He sees you haven't moved in your original position, still dazed out from what just happened. He spreads your puffy lips apart. He sees his cum seeping out of you and onto the bed. Oikawa leans down and touches your cheek; you snap out of your trance. "amazing, Tooru." You were too tired to finish your sentence. Oikawa smiles "you were fantastic; I'm so lucky to have you as my future wife." He kissed your temple and carried you off to the bath.

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anonymousfiction211 · 3 years

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Give it time: ch2

A/N:

Some time ago I wrote this story about Loki seeing Steve flirt with you and getting jealous. It was fun to write it from Loki’s point of view. Here is what happened next, written from your point of view. While writing it I got the idea for another (and last!) chapter of the next day, written from Steve’s point of view. If you guys are interested. Hope you like it😉

Warnings:

Hurt/comfort

Comforting Loki

He cried.

You had never seen Loki cry. Sometimes he would tear up and on a rare occasions a single tear would fall down his cheek. But now he was sobbing against your chest, holding you extremely tight. For a moment you feared he would forget that he could crush you like a bug, but after a while the sobbing died down a bit and his grip around you loosened. Able to move, you put a hand on his cheek. Loki averted your gaze and hid it in the crook of your neck.

‘Loki?’ you asked.

He didn’t react. You held him tighter and stroked his hair. Whispering in his ear that it was okay and everything would be all right. That you were here with him and you weren’t going anywhere. After a while Loki stopped crying, but didn’t try to move. He had drank a lot, not normal alcohol, Asgardian alcohol. Thor had warned you before the party that Loki might have one drink too many. It had been a while since he had any alcohol that could affect him. No wonder that he was emotional. And the whole situation with Steve didn’t help. You wished he would see that he had nothing to worry about.

‘Loki?’ you asked again.

Loki’s grip loosened more and he showed his face to you. His eyes were red and puffy, he looked heartbroken. And it broke your heart to see him like that. But you also were a bit relieved to see it. A relationship with Loki wasn’t always easy. He was very closed off and didn’t always show his emotions. The longer you were together, the more he started to relax and show you his true self.

‘It’s all right. Tell me what’s wrong’ you whispered to him.

Loki sat up right in the bed. You did the same and grabbed his hand. He let you hold his hand and squeezed in it.

‘Steve’ he said with a strained voice.

Not this again, you thought. The same argument the two of you had since the beginning of your relationship. Ever since Loki had learned that you and Steve had ‘history’ together, he became possessive and scared to lose you. It wasn’t even really history. When Steve woke up after being frozen you had helped him adjust to the modern world. The two of you had a strong bond and became inseparable. To help him with the new dating customs, the two of you went on a dinner date. After the date he walked you home and yes, the two of you kissed. You weren’t sure if it was because of the romantic setting, that you spend all your free time helping Steve, or that you actually like him. So, you were relieved when he came by the next day and told you that he didn’t know either.

Everything was new to him, Peggy was still alive and the loss of their possible future was something he hadn’t come to terms with yet. At that time, he needed a friend and the two of you decided that that’s what it was. Friends. After that you never talked about it and there were never any awkward moments. You actually had forgotten about it. When you started to date other guys, Steve was extremely supportive. Except when you started to date Loki. He thought you could do better. But after a few months of Steve seeing how happy you were with Loki, he let it go. He even tried to make an effort with Loki. Loki was wary of Steve at first, but that was just Loki being Loki. Unfortunately, Steve had told Loki about your ‘history’ before you and after that Loki couldn’t stand Steve. Loki insisted that Steve was interested in you, but you knew Steve better and that surely wasn’t the case.

‘Loki’ you sighed. ‘I told you time and time again, there is nothing happening. We don’t look at each other that way. You need to let this go. I swear we’re just friends’ you said.

Loki squeezed your hand tighter ��It is’ he said. ‘I just passed him in the hallway, getting you your water. He flat out told me that he is interested in you’

‘What?’ you asked shocked.

‘He wants you, he told me’ Loki said.

‘That can’t be. You sure?’ you asked still shocked.

‘WHAT? Because the God of Lies is incapable of telling the truth?’ Loki snapped.

‘No! That’s not what I meant’ you quickly said. ‘But are you sure? What did he say? Maybe you.. you know.. misinterpreted it?’

‘He pretended to be worried about my state and said he thought he had to take you home. It told him that I will always take you home. He reacted by saying ‘Give it time’. I told you that he is madly in love with you. How can you not see it?’ Loki answered.

‘Maybe he meant that he would have if you had any more alcohol? Or that there will be a point in time where he takes me home, because you are on a mission or something?’ you tried to calm Loki down.

‘Are you SERIOUSLY defending him right now?’ Loki half yelled. He let go of you hand and looked angrily at you.

‘It’s just.. Steve is my best friend. And I don’t want to ruin that friendship, because you’re jealous at a stupid thing that happened years ago and meant nothing!’ you explained.

‘Don’t’ Loki said.

‘Don’t what?’ you asked.

‘Don’t act like I’m unreasonable or wrong here. I love you, but you are so naïve sometimes. He’s been shamelessly flirting with you, manipulating our fights, and manipulating me’ he said through gritted teeth. ‘So, don’t tell me that I misunderstood. Don’t try to justify his actions. My whole life people tell me that I misunderstood, that I’m out of line. I’m not!’ tears were starting to form in his eyes.

‘You mean because of your youth and competition with Thor?’ you asked. Thinking that maybe that was the real issue. Maybe he was projecting his feelings from then on some made up idea, because it is less painful.

‘I am referring to that, but this isn’t some made up idea. This is very real. I can’t believe you don’t believe or trust me in this’ he said.

‘Are you in my head?’ you asked.

‘Obviously’ he sarcastically said.

‘You know I hate it when you do that’ you snapped.

‘And I hate it when my girlfriend keeps hanging with her ex and is totally oblivious about his true intentions. Yet, here we are’ he snapped back.

There was a long silence. You were trying to find the right words. Loki’s face had gone blank and you had no idea what he was thinking, or is he was still in your head.

‘If it is really true that Steve has changed his mind and wants more than friendship, it doesn’t change the fact that I am with you. And that I love you. He can try all he wants, but I’m not leaving you. I have no interest in Steve that way. So, if you can’t trust him, trust me!’ you tried to convince him.

‘How can you promise me something like that. Maybe you change your mind after some time. I know being with me isn’t the easiest thing in the world and there is Captain America. The poster boy of goodness and everyone is falling for it. Steve isn’t always the gentlemen he advertises to be. I can’t believe that the only other person who sees that is Tony’ Loki ranted.

‘Because whenever I’m alone in bed and you’re on a mission, I can’t sleep. I keep thinking about you the whole day. Even tough you hide it, you care so much. Not just about me, but also Thor and the rest of the team’ you grabbed his hand and he didn’t pull away. You snuggled closer to him and laid your head on his shoulder. ‘You’re charming, funny and caring. And the day you decided to actively participate with the rest of the team was the day I fell hard for you. I love you, Loki, and I will always love you. That’s how I know I can promise you that’ you whispered to him.

Loki pulled you in his arms ‘I love you too. Please don’t leave me’

‘Never’ you said, snuggling closer against him. He laid down in the bed, still holding you close.

‘But I still feel uneasy about it’ Loki whispered.

You knew that this was not something that would go away in one night. ‘I’m not going to dump Steve as my friend, but I want you to be comfortable. So, I could talk to him tomorrow and keep my distance for a while, give us some time to figure something out. Maybe we can take some time off, go away for a weekend’ you said.

‘I would like that’ Loki said.

‘Now go to sleep, Lo. You feel better tomorrow I promise’ you said.

‘Maybe I should talk to Steve tomorrow?’ Loki said before you could fall asleep.

‘I think it’s better if I talk to him’ you said.

‘Honestly, I don’t think so. But if that’s what you truly want, we do it your way’ Loki mumbled. You kissed his chest and drifted off to sleep.

But if you knew how tomorrow would go, you would have done it his way.

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 4 months

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[ waterfall ]

((For Jaron and Melinda or Joshua and Ashley???))

[ waterfall ] — your muse comes down my muse’s throat

((Peahen mom: Why not? Though, Ashley and Joshua are still shy lovebirds so I think we will save these two for another time.)) (( @demon-blood-youths and to say Jaron belong to my friend to let you know.))

Jaron was not expecting Melinda to do this! He always was a gentlemen and being sure she was alright. Of course she was always doing the same and being a kind hearted girlfriend. But again, he was not expecting her to do this!!!

Right now, the room was dark but he was trapped against the wall while gripping onto the small desk near by. He seriously felt a little dizzy but he was able to try and focus. Eyes looked dazed while having one hand covering his face a bit with soft heated breathing slipping past his lips. However, that's not one thing that got him flushed. In between or under him was Melinda.

She was in between his legs slowly bobbing her head up and down with eyes closed as she was shaking trying to at make him feel good. He could hear her soft whimpers when doing this, already pulling her head back to slowly lower her head down as she was resting her hands on the floor.

"E...easy Melinda j..just w...nhhhnnn!!!...s..slow d..down a...s..sec...guhhnn!!" He twitched feeling her still moving her head up and down but he was feeling her only pushing her head down more taking him down even deeper into her mouth and throat.

"Mfffmmm..mmmmmm.....mmmmm.." she was still moving and yet, Jaron was shutting his eyes gripping the table that he groans out with a hiss feeling her still moving.

"Haaaa....hhaaaaaaa..." 'I..It's really warm inside..but I don't want to hurt her. I didn't expect her to ask to try this. I don't want to hurt her and yet..she seems...' he keeps looking at her but as he tries to speak he felt her slowly whimpering with her hands gripping his dress shirt tightly as she was moving faster.

He panted heavily but his face was still hidden feeling her still not stopping nor slowing down till she slowly pulls her head back gasping for some air but she was looking to Jaron.

"A..are you still..o..okay?" she asked softly. He blushed worse but looks to her silver eyes glowing just like his did.

"I..I'm...f..fine just..you already made me cum three times now..please..I d...don't know if I'm going to be able to hold back if you keep going.." he warns and yet, Melinda looks to him but she slowly looks to him but started stroking him seeing Jaron twitch.

"W..wait...p..please..please w..wai..ahhhhh......."

"I..It's f..fine..I'm fine..I want to make Jaron f..feel good....I want t..to be able to hear his voice too. So please y..you can cum as m..much as you like." she said but that's when he shudders feeling her take him back into her mouth again and start once more but a bit faster now.

"H....Hey w....wait, not so fast Melinda you don't have to go s..so..nuggh...mmmmm...mmmmmmm...hhhaaaaaa......." right away, he moans out throwing his head back but he was using one arm to cover the upper part of his face trying to stay focused but she was not listening to him. Even right now, he felt her still moving only to grit his teeth knowing his head was getting foggy. He strains to speak from it but he feels her only keep going to bob her head fast now.

"Haaaaaa...haaaaaa...ugnnnnhh...nnmmmmm....." the grip from his hand was shaking now as he feels her doing this for him. It really felt too good now and he was unsure on how to take seeing her doing this. It was arousing but he was feeling her hands gripping his unbotton dress shirt again.

"N..No w...wait! If you keep going that fast I..I'll..." He was trying to warn her to slow down but Melinda didn't listen. She keeps on going quickening her movement even if Jaron was trying to tell her to pull up before he came. His hand was tight on the desk trying to calm down from the moans slipping past his lips but even so, that's when he felt too dazed to keep himself up looking down panting. His eyes were glowing due to the pleasure.

The upper part of his face was hidden from the dark in the room feeling her still bobbing her head. 'I can't.....I can't hold it back any more. It feels too good, it's t..too.....good. I...I'm...gonna....' Right at that moment, he tenses to place his hands on her head to push her head down.

"C..cum..I'm gonna cum!" he warns but that's when Melinda shook feeling him cumming in her mouth and through. She didn't move feeling something hot flowing down her throat as she shook cumming herself. She whines from the feeling that he and her were twitching together as she was keeping her body still. Her shaky hands gripping the dress shirt as he did.

He panted still holding her head down till he leans against the wall trying to. He didn't expect her to do that but he snaps out of it to wonder if Melinda was okay. She didn't move but he saw her lips still closed with his cum.

"M..Melinda? Are you alright?" he asked only for her to look dazed herself but close her eyes slowly swallowing what she had in front of him. "......." In a moment she slowly parts her lips panting to catch her breath even if her body shook from her own climax.

"I..I'm..f...fine....a...are you a..alright?" she asked looking up to him even if he was speechless. Yeah, he was not expecting her to do that.

"I..I'm fine..I...." he said but she blinks to look at him but Jaron only sees her go to start cleaning him slowly as he tenses. "W..wait a moment..."

"H....Huh? But I..I have to clean you off..you c..came but your still...m..messy....." she mutters now starting to lick it clean and heard another weak moan from him.

"M..Melinda p..please...I can't.." she keeps licking him clean while being shy herself but when he saw her about to take him into her mouth again, he goes to grab her wrists quickly to pin her hearing a gasp from her.

"!?"

"...St..stop...no more Melinda.." He panted even if he was excited again, she blinks looking up.

"........."

"I know you would do that for me and it's still cute that you would..but I can't let you. I already came four times now thanks to you but you came once. Since you did that for me...I have to return the favor back to you just as much." he said but Melinda blushed worse but her silver eyes looks to him.

"P...Pay m.me back? But y..you don't...."

"Oh yes I do......You did that for me and made me feel good..it's only fair if I do the same back." she blinks to look at him but she squeaks feeling his fingers stroking in between her legs. She whines leaning her head back into the pillow as he keeps her still watching her.

"And from what I feel...you came when I did......so your wet from it." he said.

"I..I'm s..sorry..I....I just w..wanted to hhaaa...m..make you f..feel mmmmm g..good.." she whimpers to him that Jaron looks to her.

"I know.....but.." he gently looks to her but kisses her cheek, seeing her eyes closed while holding her close against his body. "I wanna make you feel good too.."

"Y..you do?" she asked.

"Yes..since you did that for me...Let me return the favor.." he whispered against her lips only to kiss her softly as she kisses back.

She couldn't move due to feel the heat burning her body but Jaron keeps kissing her as he breaks it seeing her holding his hand while he was blushing. Even right now, he was going to repay her back for that and she wouldn't mind it.

#IC #silver roses #ask answered #muses answered #curious peahen and peacock #older jaron and older melinda #the fractions of NYC #anon #sinday meme #sinday ask

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cades-outsider · 3 years

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Older Johnny Lawrence X Reader *SMUT*

Warnings? SMUT! SMUT! Language! And praising!

Praise Me

Walking along the side walk you smile to yourself as Cobra Kai comes into view, one of your good friends Johnny Lawrence had opened up his very own dojo. You knew his past with his sensei Krease, Johnny after much trusting had told you everything that Krease had put in his head and done to him.

Johnny explained that he was not going to put the kids in that situation Krease had done to him and his friends. Pushing open the door the famous bell chimes as you walk in, the door closing behind you.

Johnny comes out of the back drying his hands with a towel, he smiles once he sees that it’s you. "Y/n hey" he greets pulling you into a hug.

You inhale his scent which consisted of fresh green mint, causing you to swoon as you hugged back. "Hey Johnny" you giggle.

Oh how much he loved that pretty giggle of yours, it was music to his ears. "Where’s Miguel" You ask curiously as you both pulled away from the hug.

"His mom called him, she said she needed to speak to him about something" Johnny shrugs throwing the towel on the beating mannequin as you like to call.

"How about we talk in my office" He says smugly, now that he had a office causing you to giggle.

"I’d like that Sensei Lawrence" You play along as he takes your hand and leads you into his office.

He goes to his fridge and pulls out one of his Coors Banquets Beers "want one?" He questions looking at you.

You debate for a moment before shaking your head "sure, why not" you start "-I gotta see what the hype is about these, they must be good if the Johnny Lawrence loves them" You tease as he takes the two beers and places them on his desk.

He sits in his office chair while you sit in the comfortable chair on in front of him "well then-" he stops for a moment to do his famous 'beer opening trick' "-here you go" he says handing it over to you before doing the same with his.

He holds his beer up in the air "to...." he hums as he thinks of nothing to celebrate to causing you to laugh.

"To Johnny Lawrence doing something he loves" You say rising your beer up hitting it with his gently.

Johnny smirks shaking his head before taking a sip, you do the same "Hmm, pretty good Lawrence" you chuckle as you hold the bottle in your hand resting it on your thigh.

"Speaking of love.... have you been seeing anybody?" Johnny asks taking a bigger gulp of his beer this time.

You chuckle "nope, I swear I grew up in the wrong time" You joke.

Johnny raises his brows "why do you say that?" He asks curiously.

You sigh "it’s just the men, well I can’t even say men. Boys, are so not gentlemen like at all" You say shaking your head.

"Why what are they like now?" He asks genuine.

"They are definitely not romantic-" you scoff "-they don’t open doors for me, or the don’t do any romantic gestures" you sigh "-there just not educated" you giggle at the last part causing Johnny to smile.

"Oh and the sex!" You groan throwing your head back "-the sex is just horrible" You finally let loose.

You notice Johnny’s hands grip his beer firmer as his hand starts to turn white before he calms down "seems like you get the young and dumb batch" he chuckles gulping down some more beer.

"Ugh, remember my last relationship?" You question.

"Oh that guy was a dick, I can’t believe he did that to you" Johnny says gritting his teeth.

"Me either" you say remembering the time your ex treated you so badly you ran to Johnny’s at three am at night, but he held you that whole night not complaining once.

"But you were there for me" You hum as a small smile forms onto your lips.

Johnny smiles "always" he says as your eyes connect, his beautiful icy clue ones piercing through yours as if he was reading everything about you in that moment.

"Johnny I need to tell you something" You say breaking the already sexual tension.

He clears his throat "yes?" He asks taking another sip of beer.

'I'm into you' You think "I'm into older men" But you actually say.

Johnny's eye widen, until slowly a small smile appears on his face now feeling confident that he could have a chance with you.

"Let me prove to you that all men aren't like that" He stops for a moment "-let me take you out on a date" he finishes as he slides the unfinished beer in the trash beside him.

You're taken aback but also excited seeing as you have kinda caught feelings for him "alright deal" you smile.

Johnny smiles widely in return "great I'll pick you up at 7" he says with a small smirk.

"In the firebird?" You smirk.

"You know it baby" Johnny winks as you get up, getting ready to leave.

He stands up "give me that, I don't need my gir-" he stops before shaking his head "-I don't need you drinking and driving" he says taking the beer from you and placing it in the trash.

You chuckle at his antics "I wasn’t even going to carry it" you say sticking out your tongue at him playfully.

"Hey. That’s offensive" He says 'seriously' as he leans on the wall.

"Oh I bet Sensei" You joke as you start walking out of the office.

"I’ll see you at seven!" You hear Johnny yell as he runs out of the office.

You turn around "I’ll see you at seven" you repeat as a blush forms over your cheeks.

Johnny rushes over to the door and opens it for you letting you walk out, as he does he kisses your cheek. As you walk out of the building and into your car, your heart races as you could not believe that just happened.

On the way home all you could do was smile, excited for your date with Johnny. Someone who you caught feeling for on the first day of meeting but didn’t know.

You make it home and start rummaging through your dresses trying to pick out something not to like 'desperate' as they call or something to revealing.

You finally just decide on a white well fit thigh high dress and some black heels. You weren’t insecure about your body, but sometimes you would get self cautious.

Deciding to go all out tonight you apply the littlest amount of make up and curl your hair.

Meanwhile, Johnny was throwing almost every piece of clothing he owned around his room, panicking as he couldn’t find anything to wear. With a frustrated sigh he throws all his clothes back in his closet before seeing a white suit catch his eye.

'That’s the one' he thought as he picked it up and slid it on. By the time you both were done it was around 6:50. Johnny was thankful that you only lived five minutes away from him.

He quickly got in his fire bird and made his way to you. You were more excited than anything. I mean how often is it that a guy you like asks you out on a date, and especially a decent guy.

Johnny arrived at your door at exactly 7 o'clock on the dot. Hearing a knock on your front door you walk as fast as you can to the door in heels, letting out a breath of nervousness as you open the door.

Johnny looks up, his mouth gape open as he looks at your beauty "I- wow were matching" you say noticing Johnny's white suit that he looked mighty fine in.

"-wow you look beautiful" Johnny says mind blown, I mean he always admired you and thought you were the most gorgeous girl but now you just looked breath taking.

"Thank you Johnny, you look handsome... as always" you compliment with a sweet smile.

The smallest blush falls onto his face, so faint you almost missed it. Johnny holds out his hand gesturing for you to take it "shall we go?" He asks as you take his hand.

"We shall" You comment with a side smile.

He leads you to his well cleaned up fire bird, rushing to your side to open the door for you "my lady" he jokes, you giggle as you slide into the passengers seat.

"Thank you may gentlemen" You blush, as Johnny runs over to his side entering the car and cranking it up.

The drive was silent, comfortable silence of course. You both were just simply enjoying each other's company as you finally made it to your destination.

A small fancy Italian restaurant, Johnny gets out of his side and rushes to your side opening the door before you could even put your hand on the handle to get out.

You smile as your heart swells with joy and love, "thank you" you comment politely as you get out of the car.

Johnny closes the door and takes your hand "my pleasure love" He says grabbing your hand and walking you up to the door once again opening the door for you leading you in.

A waitress leads you to your guys table handing you your menus and asks for your drink preference. Soon she leaves giving you some time to pick out your orders before bringing your favorite drink back and Johnny's coke.

You both order your meals after she returns, before going back and putting your orders in. You rest your chin on your hand as you gaze up at Johnny.

Johnny freezes "what? Is there something on my face?" He asks wiping his clean face.

You chuckle "no of course not you’re just a pretty sight" you reply giddily.

He smirks "is that all you see me as?" He questions playfully.

"No I see you as much more" you wink as the waiter brings your food before Johnny could reply back.

She places the food on the table before quickly rushing off, noticing the long awaited sexual tension.

You clear your throat "so, how does it feel to be back into karate sensei?" You spark up, interested as you both dig into your meals.

"It feels great to be back, granted Miguel is my only student but he’s a good kid" He compliments with a small smile.

"Yeah, I’ve seen you guys practice he’s getting better" You say impressed.

"I know, he deserves so much more than I can give him" Johnny says looking down.

"Hey don’t say that, you’re doing amazing and I’m so proud of you. He couldn’t learn from anyone better" you say, completely dissing his thought.

Johnny looks up, both of your eyes connect. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife "you wanna get out of here?" He asks before putting his fork down.

"Yes" you answer quickly already getting excited for what’s to come.

The waitress comes over "we’ll take the check please" Johnny says with a smile that reads 'were in a hurry here' to which the waitress quickly nods becoming awkward.

Though she doesn’t move "uh- you guys didn’t finish so there for it’s on the house and you get to keep your meals" she explains grabbing two container boxes and handing them to you.

"Thank you" you say politely as you hand one to Johnny and the waitress quickly runs away.

"That was weird I’ve never heard of that before" you say as you put your food in the box, Johnny doing the same knowing you’ll both get hungry eventually.

"I know" He comments as he grabs your hand and quickly rushes you guys outside.

He places the boxes on the hood of his car before gently pushing you up against the passenger door and connecting his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.

You reply by pushing your lips against his firmer, before things could escalate to quickly and you’d give the whole restaurant a show Johnny quickly pulls away opening the door for you letting you sit, and getting into his side.

Nothing was said while driving, just heavy breathing as you both were excited for what was to come once Johnny made it to his apartment.

Soon you guys parked and Johnny quickly rushed over to your side of the door and helped you out. Before you could make it to Johnny’s door he placed his lips on yours. Your back hitting the door, he quickly pulls out his keys and opens the door letting you both in and closing it with his foot.

Johnny carries you over to the wall and pushes you up against it, not to hard but enough to make you weak. He reconnects your lips back together once again in a rougher kiss, still gentle.

He pulls away to trail slow and sweet kisses to your neck to which he immediately finds your sweet spot as you let him know by moaning.

He continues to abuse that spot as you start to speak up "Johnny.... more" you practically beg.

He caved in and taps your leg signaling for you to jump to which you do. The ends of your dress ripping immediately, causing you to gasp and Johnny to laugh.

"It’s fine I didn’t like it anyways" you say breathlessly as being turned on took you out of your thinking process.

You roughly place your lips back onto his as he carries you over to the kitchen counter roughly swapping everything away with his free arm before sitting you on it.

"Then you won’t mind if I take it off?" He asks for consent, shyly because he didn’t want to mess this up.

"Yes please" You say giving him permission.

As a gentleman he doesn’t finish ripping the dress but he pulls the zipper down slipping it halfway off til it wrapped around your waist.

Your strapless white bra being exposed to which Johnny admires as he places more kisses over your neck and the top of your boobs.

Johnny picks you back up before this time carrying you in his room placing you gently on his bed. "God your so beautiful" He compliments as he kisses up your chest, going down to your stomach.

He pulls the rest of the dress down, discarding it somewhere in the room. He runs his hand gently around your thighs and stomach.

You whine in pleasure he comes back up and places his fingers over the button on the front of your bra "can I?" He asks watching your eyes for any sign of discomfort to find none.

You simply nod giving your consent as he unbuttons the bra slowly dragging it down your body before discarding of it. Your breasts now bare to him to which you look away shyly as your hands start to cover yourself up.

"Don’t my love, you look like a goddess" he starts before placing kisses all over your chest "-you’re so perfect" Johnny finishes, love dripping with every word.

He swirls his tongue around your harden nipple causing your back to arch as a moan falls out.

He places kisses everywhere down your stomach until he gets to your soaking core. He tugs at the side of your underwear asking to pull it off to which you nod letting him do so.

Your bottom half now completely bare to him, he spreads open your legs resting his hands on your thighs. He kisses just above your core, slowly he trails more kisses until he finally connects his lips with your clit, sucking harshly but lovingly.

"You’re so beautiful" He praises once more as continues his assault on your clit, now slipping two fingers into your dripping core.

Wanting you to cum around his cock, he takes his fingers out before sucking them dry and licking his lips causing more moans to fly out your mouth

"You taste wonderful" he says as lust fills his bow darkened blue eyes.

He pulls his shirt off revealing his toned shaped body before discarding of his pants leaving himself only in his boxers.

"Are you sure you want to do this Y/n" Johnny asks sincerely.

"Of course I want to do this with you Johnny" You comply.

Nodding he removes his boxers letting his hard on slap against your core, both letting out a groan at contact.

Lining his cock up at your entrance he looks up at you once more only for you to nod your head yes.

He slowly slides his cock inside your core, feeling you clench around his cock causing him to moan you following behind feeling him stretch you out.

"I’m going to treat you so well" He says whilst rubbing your thighs slowly thrusting his hips against yours.

You moan "Johnny-" you whimper as he speeds up his pace more.

His cock hitting all the right places and more, thrusting at a firmer pace he grips your hips so he could go faster. Hitting your G- spot dead on causing your back to arch and a moan to escape your plump lips.

"You’re doing so good for me, taking me so well" he compliments as he try’s to contain his breathing and moans.

"Princess, you’re taking my cock in like a good girl" He praises as he slams his hips against yours finding a faster rhythm.

You whimper "so g-good" you stutter as Johnny leans down, readjusting his posture to kiss you.

You run your hands through his hair as you feel your climax reaching. "I’m close Johnny-" you moan aloud as you chase that burning sensation.

"Yeah? You’re going to cum for me beautiful" he continues to praise as he drops a hand down to your core and rubs your clit in figure eights causing you to arch your chest into his and cum around his cock, feeling him twitch as you do so.

Johnny follows behind as he cums inside you, filling you up as he continues to ride out both of your orgasms.

Gently pulling out his cock he turns over to his back and pulls you to lean into his chest. "Words cannot describe how amazing that was Y/n" he says feeling as though he was on top of the world.

You nod agreeing along "it was amazing Johnny" you compliment.

"Y/n.... I love you" Johnny says waiting patiently for your response.

You nuzzle your neck into his; lovingly "I love you Johnny Lawrence"

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claybrownie7566 · 3 years

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Just a game...

This whole fic idea came from my best friend @unwantedcrow so I decided to write it for her! She has fantastic ideas and so here we are.

The gang doesn't know about Legend's fear. They try and get back at him, and it goes very wrong.

(TW: panic and hysteria, abandonment)

"That little-"

"Wars" Four warned, silencing the Captain. The smithy puffed triumphantly when the man actually obeyed.

"Listen. I know he and Twi were in kahoots for that last prank, I mean, I still have dirt in my ears" he shook his head and true to his word, dirt flew out of his ears. "But" he continued, "we have to be careful. We need to get him good, but we don't want to get in trouble with Twi or Roolie when they get back. So think, gentlemen. How should we approach this?"

Warriors peeked through the brush into the clearing where they had made camp. The rest area was larger than they were used to. The group was separated for the time being. Not for days or anything, just enough time for Sky, Twilight, Time, and Hyrule to wander into the nearby town to gather intel and supplies. Not to mention a sense of where the heck they were and....well...when, they were exactly.

That would take time.

Lots of it.

And Wild, Four, Wars, and Wind wanted to settle the score.

Not too evenly of course. This was only a prank war after all, but Legend had gotten them good two days ago. Far, far too good.

What did he do you ask?

Ask Time later. None of them were eager to talk about it and they were sick of Legend's smug looks of victory taunting them throughout the day.

Wild frowned, "why don't we just put bugs in his potion bottles?"

Three concerned faces turned toward him.

"Wild, what if we have to use those potions?"

The champion scoffed and shook his head at them like they were dumb.

"Potions are made from bugs you idiots. Why would-"

"Shh!" Wind cut in sharply, jutting a thumb toward the clearing, "he's coming back from patrol. If we aren't there he will be suspicious, come on!"

They all sprung to their feet and raced through the greenery into the soft patch of grass littered with their belongings. Quick as lightning, they all threw themselves into casual sitting positions, and grabbed something to fiddle with as to not look suspicious.

Legend's footsteps reached them, and the vet parted a tree branch as he entered the clearing. His pink hair clashed with the rich green behind him, and Four stifled a snicker.

It wasn't the vets fault....whatever had happened, but it was still ridiculously strange to see the bright pink head of hair attached to his snarky, know-it-all expression.

"Well" Legend said, nearing the group, "aren't you all getting cozy."

Wild rolled his eyes, "yeah yeah leave us alone. We're tired."

Four gaped. Wild was such a good actor. He could slide anything off his tongue, and everyone within earshot would believe him. Not that it was hard to lie about being tired....they were always tired, but still. Four gave him an impressed smile as Legend turned away.

"Yeah" the vet sighed, "me too honestly. Would you guys mind if I slept a bit before the others got back? I know me and Twi have first watch because of our erm..." he paused, smirking to himself, "shenanigans, from the other night."

Wind glared at Legend, and the older hero only grinned wider.

"I don't think that's fair. You should have to take first and last after what you pulled." The sailor grumbled.

Legend laughed, "aw don't be a sore loser Tuuli." A bejeweled hand reached out to ruffle the younger hero's hair, "besides, you guys started this war. It's only fair I finish it. Also, I'm getting punished with Twi so don't be so bitter. It's a bad look for you."

Oh that got them good.

It was all fun and games until the taunting.

Now it was personal.

"You know what else is a bad look?" Warriors pressed, "getting your head shoved into a vat of red potion."

Wild puffed next to him and Wind snickered, covering his mouth with his hand. Four outright cackled.

"Yeah vet" he wheezed, "hard to take you seriously when your hair is the same color as fairy floss."

Legend groaned in annoyance, the sound barely audible over the groups eccentric laughter.

Once they had calmed down, their giggling fit reducing to soft chuckles, the pink-haired hero gave them a hard look.

"Are ya done?" He deadpanned.

Wild snorted, "yeah. We're done."

Legend rubbed his eyes, "Mmk well...I am going to sleep for a bit. Can you contain yourselves long enough to not burn the forest down while I'm out?"

Warriors narrowed his eyes, "not funny."

"What do you mean? I'm hilarious" Legend said, stretching his arms above him with a yawn.

"Want us to wake you when Time and the others get back? Don't want you to miss your shift" Four said, not trying in the slightest to hide his own snark.

"Yep" Legend said easily, "sounds good."

He lowered himself to the ground where his bedroll was and began to spread it out, running his fingers over the soft padding and old blankets he had gotten from who knows where.

The grass beneath them was thick and soft, and the trees above them sheltered them from the bright sunlight of the afternoon.

Despite the disgruntled atmosphere from the quips within the group, it was extremely peaceful around them. Within no time, Legend was curled up in his bedroll, breathing in the summer air deeply.

Four watched their companion curiously. He really must've been tired to fall asleep so quickly. It was a deep sleep too. The smithy threw a pebble at him, and he didn't move.

An hour or so went by without much to say. The four heroes had gradually formed a circle a way off from their sleeping friend. They began to chat quietly about things when Warriors lit up.

"What?" Wild asked, his hands twisting into the grass.

Warriors put a finger to his lips and looked behind him to make sure Legend was still asleep.

He turned back to the group with mischief in his eyes.

"Oh perfect" he said with a wicked grin.

"What?" Wind poked, "what's perfect?"

The captain motioned for all of them to lean in. Four blonde heads pressed together as he continued.

"I have a good idea. Oh he'll be so mad."

The other three looked at each other and smirked.

"We're listening" Wind said.

Warriors looked at him proudly and began to explain.

"Let's just take all our stuff and pretend to leave. We won't of course, because as much as I want to get back at him, I don't want him to be left like a sitting duck out in the open."

Four nodded methodically, "harmless but irritating and briefly startling. I like it."

"Yeah, you would smithy" Wind said, jabbing his elbow into Four's side. The two giggled quietly, and Wars tried to bring them back.

"Guys, guys. Come on, I doubt he will sleep for much longer, and the others will be back tonight. We have to hurry."

Wild, Four, and Wind nodded.

They all rose together and began silently packing up their things. They dragged it all a ways off into the forest, hiding it under some bushes in case Legend came looking.

Then they hid behind the tree branches and waited, their eyes fixed on the clearing and the sleeping hero at it's center.

They made sure to scan the treeline for any signs of danger as well, but their amusement and focus was all on Legend.

They only had to wait about fifteen minutes when Warriors saw the vet stir. He got the others attention, pointing silently toward the target. They all went still, waiting and watching, perfectly silent.

Warriors felt excitement and anticipation fill his chest, and he held his breath.

Legend stretched, his eyes skittering open toward the sky. He rolled over sleepily and groaned. Slowly, almost painfully so, he propped himself up on his elbows and opened his eyes.

There wasn't really a clear reaction at first. He glanced over at where Warriors had been sitting before turning his sights to the tree line.

Warriors felt underwhelmed and disappointed.

Then.

Legend did a double take, whipping his head back around to look at the now abandoned camp. The reaction they'd been waiting for landed, and the satisfaction was glorious.

Everything was exactly how they had found it: pristine, and gloriously empty. Warriors felt triumphant, and he grinned.

Legend's brow furrowed in curiosity as his head turned to survey the area.

"Wars? Wild? What the heck?" He called, annoyance and confusion lacing his words.

Wind turned to Four and nodded.

This was perfect, he seemed to say.

Warriors was about to agree when another call drew their attention.

"W-wait....where did you guys go?"

His head moved a bit quicker, searching more than asking now.

Warriors glanced at his companions.

Nobody move, keep it going.

"Hey! come out you idiots! I know you're hiding somewhere!......creeps."

Wild bit his lip to keep from laughing, and Four put a hand to his lips.

Quiet stupid!

And it was quiet, for several long minutes.

"Umm....." Legend finally yelled to the empty air, "OKAY........Y-YOU GUYS CAN COME OUT NOW! YOU WIN!......" He tilted his head in waiting.

Warriors would absolutely not be giving in. Not now. The fun had just begun after all.

Except, something seemed to change slightly in the vets expression. It wasn't quite worry or amused confusion anymore.

It was fear, panic, despair even.

"P-please?" Legend called, "it's not funny, I'm......H-hello? Anyone? Hyrule? Wars? Four?"

Wild looked at Warriors.

The captain shook his head.

In a minute.

They didn't get one.

Legend's hands clenched into fists in the grass, gripping the soft greenery so tightly Wars thought his knuckles would snap.

The vets chest stopped rising and falling, and he went terrifyingly still.

"No" he whispered.

Warriors quirked his face in confusion. It must have shocked the others too because they were all still as statues.

"No, sweet Hylia not again......" Something caught in the light tracing down Legend's cheek. "N-not them they-........oh goddesses.......oh goddesses what have I done?"

He sobbed.

Legend.

The unbreakable, snarky, hotheaded, bold, brash veteran of the group.

Sobbed.

He sobbed like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. He curled in on himself so violently Four thought he would disappear entirely. His hands curled tighter into the grass, and the hero nearly convulsed, his body wracked with tremors.

"Please" he begged, "please don't do this to me.......not again."

Wild gasped softly and surged forward, drawing the others out of their shocked stupor. Warriors was right behind him with the other two in his wake.

Wild raced across the clearing and dropped to his knees next to Legend.

"No please.....I was so happy.......I was so happy.....why can't I be happy?"

His eyes were squeezed shut, and his breaths were horribly uneven and shaky. They couldn't tell if he was breathing at all. Four let his hands hover, unsure of what to do.

"L-legend? Legend!" Wild said, putting a hesitant hand on his friend's shoulder.

The hero jerked away harshly, his eyes snapping open. They locked with Wild's and a thousand things crossed both their minds.

"Wake up" he whispered, "please wake up wake up No....no sleep........dream dream dream and forget......please no....."

Warriors tried next, gently placing his palm on Legend's arm.

"No! Agh! You're gone!" A cry ripped from his throat. The sound was desperate and anguished. Legend's head fell, and grass stained fingers launched up to grip the pink strands of his hair, or to pull them out, he wasn't sure.

"Legend!" Wild said more urgently, "It's me! It's Wild! It's me! It's me!"

Legend collapsed.

Wild winced in sympathy as he caught his friend, wrapping his arms around his trembling shoulders and whispering a thousand apologies.

"I don't......." Another horrible sob, "don't trick me anymore......Wild isn't here he isn't real......it isn't real nothing was real.......none of it......" Another gasp for air, "none of it. They're gone they're gone."

Wind and Four scooted closer, their own guilty tears threatening to spill over.

Warriors was still in shock. His chest hurt, his mind was a blank slate, his body wouldn't move.

"What did I do?" He said, his voice was barely audible.

Legend kept muttering to himself between sobs, his hands gripping his hair.

Warriors looked at Wild for any sort of council, any sort of relief, any sort of help.

"L-let go......let go of me" a soft voice pleaded, "stop it....."

Wild peered back down at his friend and shook his head.

"I'm not letting you go Legend. It's me, Wild. I am very real. And I'm so sorry we tricked you. We didn't know it scare you so badly."

Legend seemed to register the champions arms around him then. Strong and steady, and very real.

"Tricked? W-wild?"

The champion nodded.

Legend gasped, then laughed.

It was small, fragile, soft.

Relieved.

"W-wild! you're......you're real? You're real and everyone is real?"

Warriors reached out, gripping Legend's shoulder. The vet turned and Warriors wanted to cry. He pulled the two heroes into his arms and held them there.

"Legend I'm so sorry!"

His voice was thick and dripping with guilt, but genuine. His. Legend let out a long, deep exhale.

"You" he gasped, "jerk."

Warriors and Wild chuckled despite the situation, and Legend's hands let go of his hair to wrap around Warriors.

"Never thought I'd be so......happy to see that.......dumb blue scarf.....thought I went crazy."

Warriors hugged him closer.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so....so sorry. I didn't know. I should've, but I didn't."

Legend shook his head, "not your fault......didn't say anything about it.....never have.......not to anyone."

Legend breathed out another pathetic laugh.

"Everyone's real right? I'm not...."

Four sighed, "Oh we're real alright. And boy do we owe you an apology."

Wind leaned against the pile of heroes, adding his weight to it.

"Are you gonna be okay?"

The vet smiled weakly, a hand untangling itself to clutch his chest "as long as you.....never......ever do that again....."

"We won't" Wind said, "swear on Aryll's spyglass."

Four heads nodded, and Legend finally relaxed. Wild kept his arms tight around him.

Legend cleared his throat, "So uh...I'd appreciate if this wasn't disclosed to the others.....I have a reputation you know."

Warriors scoffed, "Yeah. real good that reputation did for us. Nearly killed you with a prank."

The vet gaped, "Is THAT what this whole thing was about? You guys tried to get back at me from two days ago? What I did was harmless what is the matter with you!"

They all grumbled in protest, and Wind huffed, "well we THOUGHT this would be harmless......Hylia above Vet we're sorry."

"Enough of that" Legend clipped, "I'm just glad I'm not crazy."

"That is still up for debate though-"

"Wars" Wild warned, "let the man alone."

"We should probably drag our stuff back to camp now huh?" Wind added.

"You dragged," Legend said, pinching he bridge of his nose, "your gear. Out of camp."

"Yup" they all said at once.

It didn't take them long to reset their campsite, but it did feel like eons before the others stumbled in. Their company was back together, new supplies and information required. The change in dynamic within Legend's group was apparent, but no one said anything. He was grateful for that.

He was grateful for everything. And even though it had scared the living daylights out of him, he had a newfound appreciation for his companions.

He savored the sight of them all together, and kept it locked away right next to the others he refused to forget.

#Linked Unverse #LU fic #Lu Legend #Brownie writes #unwantedcrow

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