#please sir save some gender for the rest of us

[pizzacrustdisposal]

[short-black-diamond]

hi!! please could you do a scenario where the blue lock characters watch their s/o get hit on (incl kaiser and sae if possible!!) thank you 💙

yessss oh my got I've been waiting for such a request!!!

also if you want me to write with more characters, list them up, okay? I don't know who else you'd like to do, so I just wrote about Kaiser and Sae. Also please put in the gender as well, this one is with a gender-neutral reader.

Warnings: Ness gets roasted by you.

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"You belong to me."

part two

Kaiser:

it happened in germany, where you and him were over at a friends house, where a party took place. Kaiser was having the time of his life, proudly showing you off, with his hand on your waist as you guys chatted away.

Some time later, you had to use the bathroom, and you excused yourself. After you were done and about to go back to your boyfriend, another guy cut you off on your way.

You looked at him with a smile. "Could you please step to the side?", you asked in a friendly tone, but the guy only smiled back. "Say...are you single? You're really cute.", he said softly.

You frowned. You were sure he was one of the guys who sat closest to Kaiser and you when Kaiser announced that you two were a happy couple.

"No, I am taken. Please let me go now.", you speak in a more firm voice, the guy however only puts on a sweet pout. "Not even a chance?"

"You couldn't even buy her a drink, let alone catch her attention,", Kaiser's voice says and you light up when you see Kaiser behind the boy.

The guy in front of you sighs before winking at you charmingly and turning around, bumping shoulders with Kaiser.

Kaiser glared at him. "Hurensohn.", the german growled and the guy only "tch"ed. Seems like the guy was a german as well...

You looked at Kaiser gratefully as he held your hands and kissed them. "He didn't touch you, did he?", Kaiser mumbled as he looked at you through a sad frown. He was disappointed in himself.

angry at himself for not sensing something sooner and thus not being able to having saved you sooner.

But, it all vanishes when you giggle. "No, he only leaned against the wall weirdly. And what does "Hurensohn" mean?"

Kaiser's face turned blank for a moment before he smiled at you. "It means nothing, really. It's like...a uh...yes, a cheer up thing! Like, he failed to court you, and germans say "Hurensohn" to each other to cheer each other up!"

...

Ness messed up a goal in practise and you and Kaiser where there too. You were the only Non-German in practise, and when you saw Ness shoot the metal instead of the net, you 'cheered him up.'

"Hurensohn!", you yelled.

Ness looked at you with a disturbed face, feeling utterly insulted. Kaiser quickly turned around and tried not to laugh out loud. Ness looked at Kaiser then in suspicion.

The other players only looked at you with a frown.

You were confused.

You actually called Ness son of a bitch. but nobody told you after Kaiser explained what happened.

Now, Ness became a "Hurensohn".

Sae:

You and Sae were actually just taking a walk after he used you as a therapist again, and you did your best to comfort him. He told you about what happened in spain, how he felt bad for being so mean and rude to his younger brother and how he wished to play with Rin again.

Now, you two were holding hands. You two came to a small resting place. It was selling donuts. Sae looked at you with a small smile.

"Wait here.", he instructed you before jogging into the entrance. You looked around and enjoyed the fresh air.

Suddenly, a quiet voice took your attention. You turned to the side to a shy looking boy. "Uh...hi. I-I think you're very pretty...and um..", the guy started but you shook your head.

"I'm taken sir.", you said. But the guy didn't want to give up yet. "I-I know that I might not look like much, b-but I promise I'll be a great boyfriend and-"

"are you a geat footballer who plays soccer and represents a country?", Sae's gruff voice asked and thy guy flinched. He wuickly turned around and locked eyes with Sae's angry turpuoise ones.

"Fuck off.", cue the stranger quickly excusing himself with a red face.

Sae glared at the guy until he was gone, and then he looked at you with a sad face. "I'm sorry, it was stupid of me to tell you to wait outside...", he apologized as he looked at your pretty face.

You shook your head again. "No, don't be, Sae. Nobody could've predicted this, and no harm done, right?", you asked as you hugged his arm. He smiled at you.

"Yeah. no harm done."

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Damn this turned super fluffy in my opinion. also I feel sorry for ness but I just had it in mind and couldn't ignore it lol.

If you didn't like this request, please tell me and I'll try to write it better!

Read you in the next post!

[togegiri]

✎ᝰ ❛ HOW TO LEAD A SIMPLE LIFE GUIDE BY A RANDOM PERSON IN THE EDO PERIOD ❜ — dazai osamu.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ featuring. samurai dazai osamu x farmer gn reader.

.ೃ࿐ WARNINGS ! gender neutral reader. you/your and they/they pronouns is used. Petnames is used (my angel). — not proofread ( 900 words. )

content. You lead a simple life in a simple village. Tending the wet fields, going on fishing on sometimes to earn a living. That is until you see a wandering samurai faint middle of the day that your life became not so simple.

A simple life is what you have always had in this time of edo. Going to the paddies and working out in the sun. Selling and making any kind of living you can earn enough so that you can live another day. Although in the middle of the day as you were about to take lunch after working all day in the fields there you saw a man. Brunette hair was everywhere, face planted in the dirt, whole body not moving. 

You worriedly walked up to him shaking his body, “s- sir? sir? Are you alright?” you try to wake him up and ask if everything was fine and yet he did not do a single move. Then, there you noticed the katana that was put on the side of his hip. ‘A samurai?’ you thought but then looked at him, ‘but he doesn't wear samurai's armor… perhaps a wandering samurai?’ you looked at him worriedly sighing. 'Still it's bad to be someone laying on the ground in this heat.’ you say looking up at the sky feeling the great heat of the sun. 

Thus the reason why you slowly took his hand and carried his unconscious body to your simple home. Putting him in your futon and begin to prepare water to wash off any dirt placed on his face. Seeing his face you sigh worriedly, putting your hand on his forehead checking his temperature. “Are you even okay—” before you could even utter any word you were cut off by the said unconscious man a few minutes ago gripping your wrist glaring at you. His guard fully up as your eyes widened, smiling, “you're okay! thank god, I thought you weren't well, maybe I should call the doctor, are you okay?” 

He looked at you eyes widen as his eyes soften, “oh~ my angel, the light to my darkness! thank you for saving me from my death's door, thank you I feel grateful,” he says in an over exaggerated tone as he takes your rough hands due from the work you have on the fields with his other rougher hands from the battles he has faced. “Uhmmm… do you need a doctor?” you asked him. Completely baffles at his audacity to intertwine your hands together after he just passed out for a few minutes under the raging sun. Is he okay? 

He shakes his head, “no my belladonna, I only need your gentle hands on me and I shall be healed from any injury,” you sigh at him. What an eccentric samurai. This must be one of those flirty and cheating samurai's your neighbors said to watch out for. Nevertheless you still welcome him in, “okay, then are you hungry? Although I might not provide much—” 

“Nonsense my angel! just seeing you—” he was cut off by his stomach rumbling you sigh, “I'll go get some rice,” he grins at you, his eyes sparkling. Though as you were getting up from sitting you looked at him, “ah wait, what's your name?” you asked him tilting your head as he smiled at you, “dazai osamu but I don't mind going by as the love of your life,” he smirked proudly at this as you make a face at him. 

“Then dazai-san, I'll get going for now, rest your body must be tired. I'll call the doctor in a few minutes please wait a minute,” You say as you get your feet working to get something to him. The brunette haired man smiling and looking at your every move.  

You fed him some rice and fish since that was the only thing that was available at your disposal. Then went to the village doctor to check on his health. Once the doctor said he was okay and only just had a mild heat stroke during the afternoon. Which made you sigh in relief. 

“See my angel I'm okay,” you smiled at his words. Maybe he was getting on you, “well if you say so, I'll continue work for now please rest. I don't want anyone fainting in the middle of the day,” with that you began your usual work on the fields. You thought that maybe after a day of resting at your place. The random wandering samurai would leave but he seems to be…following you. 

You looked at him weirdly as you stopped walking as he too stopped walking behind you. “Dazai-san?” he cocked his head to the side as you looked at him weirdly. “Uhmm… why are you following me?” he smiles at you, “why not?”

“Aren't you gonna go away?” 

He gasps, “my angel are you saying you don't love me?!” you panicked at this, your whole body flinching as you tried to make up something, any word out of your lips, “h- hey! wait- no that's not what I meant!” dazai giggles as he pats your head. 

“I'm only teasing you,” you pouted glaring at the brunette haired man, “that’s unfair and mean,” he chuckles at this.

“I can't help it my little angel,” 

“I'm no angel dazai-san,”

“Well you are to me,"

You sigh, feeling defeat, “I'll go continue my work,” his eyes perked up as he smiles similar to a Cheshire cat, “I want to help too!” 

“Dazai-san you don't even know how to farm,” you rebutted as he pouts, “I can learn!”

“no,” 

“yes!”

"no,"

"I wanna help!"

"still no"

"pleaaaaaseee?"

You sigh seeing how persistent this random samurai saved him. Maybe you shouldn't have saved him after all, “fine.”

You have a feeling that this is gonna be a long day. 

[megalommi]

(First submission so hopefully it works)

Got inspired by the ‘STOP’ ask and responses; hopefully it’s semi in character; did my best to keep it Gender Neutral as well:

It had been an accident.

He’d been stressed, nearly losing one of the Human Souls and only barely managing to save it in time before it faded, the treacherous green as dim as moss.

Between that, unseen variables that his underlings assistants had brought to him for a check over, the thousandth call from General, and Alphys leaving another 20 packets of half-eaten noodles lying in the workspace, and….

Needless to say, he was tired, not having had enough time recently to even do a momentary meditation.

Which was why, when an assistant started badgering him, his short wick was blazed down to nothing.

They’d been discussing the current projects- to use some junk in a rather ingenious way for something- his addled mind was having a hard time concentrating on the young one blathering as he typed up equations and looked over his personal notes, when the assistant had suddenly turned a concerned look his way.

“Dr Baggs.. you should go rest.”

“No need, I’m perfectly capable-“

“Sir, you’ve been working for over three days now-“

“Yes thank you for your concern, but I assure you-“

“Sir, please” they had insisted, placing a hand on his already sore scapula - aching from being forced to carry his weight without rest.

It had been.. instinctual. Reactive. Reckless.

On hindsight, Baggs could recognize that he’d been seeping magic in the first place, sacrificing his normal control for using the energy on finishing that last line, that final equation.

As it was, his magic had flared as he jerked away from the assistant, only dimly aware of the order he sent their way.

“STOP”

Despite the pain that had flared in his vision, he could see the immediate aftermath.

They’d gone stock still, like a statuesque performer, while he panted.

Only after he had gotten a moment longer to recover- as much as he could at the moment- did he notice, they still hadn’t moved.

His Soul thrummed in his chest as he realized.. he couldn’t hear them breathing.

They weren’t breathing

That thrum became a thunderous tidal wave as he found himself briefly struggling to get a hold of his magic to dispel the hold, frayed nerves and unwieldy energy eventually reeled in and eased away.

The desperate gasps of air confirmed Baggs suspicions as he distantly found himself stepping forward to take hold before they fell.

Hesitantly, as if becoming newly acquainted with the appendages, Baggs felt shaking arms wrap around him in turn, and if he saw any tears staining his coat- No he didn’t.

After they had gathered hold of breathing once more and had slowed to an only slightly faster pace, Baggs made to break the silence.

“I’m sorr-“

Both paused as they heard the other echo their voice and Baggs fell into silent incredulous shock. What were they apologizing for?

“I shouldn’t have pressed.” The assistant shook their head as they pulled away, cordial and careful. Yet in the slightest flicker, Baggs could feel a twinge of fear from the poor dear.

“No. No, you-“ he sighed, the air blowing through his nasal cavity. “I overreacted. You were only trying to help, and you are right.. I should-“

The guilt was gnawing at Baggs now, especially as he ran through a quick CHECK.

*Assistant 3 LV 1

*5.05/20 HP

*3 ATK 8 DEF

*DETERM Diligently cares about you

Their HP was slowly climbing up, decimal by decimal, likely tied- directly in this case- with their breathing..

“Be that as it may…” they forced themself to stand, despite the shake in their voice, only to fall into Baggs’ arms again.

“Enough. We both need rest now, that’s clear.”

Briefly stepping over to save his current progress on the computer, Baggs carefully scooped them up- and if that was a blush on their face he wouldn’t comment on it- and walked them over to a little cot a few rooms away that he used as a meditation spot.

“I crave your indulgence, but this is probably the best way to ensure there are no further complicatio-“

He had started to ramble an explanation, only to fall silent as they pulled him close, only seeming to fully relax upon hearing his fond chuckle as he pet their head.

As their breathing slowed and they fell to slumber, Baggs turned his thoughts inward.

That loss of control was a fearsome blessing, in retrospect. Add that on the ever growing burden.

Letting out a deep sigh through his nasal cavity, he found a smidge of humor to it. Which was the graver burden, that of Atlas or Sisyphus?

Baggs himself felt his own as a mixture of the two.

But for now, in what ways he could, he needed rest.

Blissfully letting his rampant thoughts give way to emptiness and closing his eyes, he continued to pet the hair of the assistant, allowing the repetitive motion to deepen the meditative state

[thetreefairy]

Save them

Since this is a combo with a platonic story, I will be writing it on this blog instead of @theextratreefairy, thank you so much for being my first request on Wattpad :D I will be doing this in a drabble fic with headcannons Readers quirk: healing and transferring injuries to enemies Since Reader's gender wasn't specified, they use they/them pronouns and are in a dorm that's between the boys and girls dorm.

Eraserhead couldn't believe what he was seeing, one of his students, L/n Reader, was healing themselves in their dorm after their home visit. "What the fuck is going on here?" Eraser couldn't believe what he saw, his student was covered in burn scars and wounds. He lost all his chill.

This caused Reader to jump in surprise. "Nothing!"

"This doesn't seem like some nothing!" Eraser shouted, causing everyone in the dorms to get rather curious. "What the fuck happened?!"

"It is nothing, Aizawa-sensei!" They shouted back. "I just got injured while playing with my cat yesterday!"

"You got a burn wound from playing with your cat?!"

"YES!" Reader shouted back, getting frustated. "Aizawa-sensei, I don't want to talk about it, just please." Reader looked frustated and this caused Aizawa to snap back into reality. "Reader, go to recovery girl, don't overuse your quirk."

"Alright, just no more questions alright?" Reader begged, they didn't want to explain this. They didn't want to get there parents in trouble as well.

"For today, we will get back onto this later." Aizawa tried to compromise, but leaving no room for discussion. "Alright, sir..."

When Reader left to recovery girl, Aizawa was immediately cornered by Class 1-A. "Aizawa-sensei, is Reader alright?" Midoriya asked, while Aizawa was getting about 100 questions thrown in his face. "Reader is getting abused, aren't they?" Shoto suddenly asked.

"Ha?" Bakugo asked out of surprise. "It is a possibilty." Aizawa agreed with Shoto. "I will be getting Present Mic to talk to them with Nezu."

"Can I speak to them as well?" Shoto asked. "I might have a way to make them spill everything."

And that happened, Reader spilled all the beans, told Shoto about all the abuse they went through. About how mad their parents were when they didn't get first in the sport festival.

What they didn't know however is that Shoto recorded the conversation and with the pictures Recovery girl took to see how well their scars 'recover'. It was enough to throw Reader's parents in Jail.

And they got adopted by our lovely couple Erasermic, who announced it to the public right away after the trail.

Class 1-A made sure that Reader was comfortable during the trail, but they weren't allowed outside. The reason they were given was: "The Press might swarm you with questions, that isn't good for your recovery." Which made sense, but Reader wanted to give their opinion. They wanted to tell the world what it did to them. But their friends are just doing this for their sake, right?

Reader honestly didn't know how to feel, their new parents were acting weird themselves. But they didn't abuse them, so it was alright, right?

In the end they will get the truth out of reader

They get the parents thrown into Jail

Class 1-A becomes extremely overprotective whenever Reader has missions or if they are on their team with mock training.

Erasermic adopts reader and become overprotective dicks

When Reader graduates they basically get forced to stay home for the rest of their lives while Class 1-A tries to get them to date on of them,

[ihavetoomanyfandomstobesane]

every day i wake up and immediately get whiplash over whatever stage fit seonghwa is in like please sir save some gender for the rest of us

[dilfsuzanneyk]

sir please save some gender for the rest of us

[xandraspalace]

After Working Hours

----- After Working Hours || Taka Radjiman [NIJISANJI] Late Birthday Fiction

Summary : One must just want to rest after tiring working hours. Who even likes working on their birthday? But for Taka Radjiman, it’s all worth it to spend time with you on his birthday, even after his tiring working hours. All his fatigue had strangely disappeared when he’s with you.

WC : 1792 Words.

Warning : Grammar errors, teeth-rotting fluff (possible cringes), hints of lore, MLQC references, etc.

Featured Characters : Emmet (If it count. I miss Emmet btw).

Disclaimer : Everything written here is FICTITIOUS. This story is written in second-person point of view and the reader is gender-neutral. The personas written here are based on the avatar of the characters as vtubers, not the person behind it. Enjoy.

A/N : Very late because I have 9 college credits that I have to do. But I hope you all enjoy it. Happy birthday, Pak!

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     “AND we hope … Mitaka can always provide the best for our clients. Thank you.”

     The sound of silence responded to the closing statement of the Taka Radjiman’s speech. And finally, thunderous applause erupted. From behind the stage, you could see many guests whispering to each other. Many with smiles on their faces, praising the ideas in Taka’s previous speech. But some of them with cynical and sharp looks, feeling jealous, threatened, and so on.

     Taka left the vodium after he bowed several times to the invited guests who were watching him.

     “Wow, you looked … dignified,” you giggled.

     “What should I say? Thanks?” Even though Taka doesn’t sound interested in the topic of your conversation, you knew he really enjoys his conversation with you.

     “Save those thanks for your patrons and guests you will meet after this.” You handed him a stylus. There was a sudden urgent document that the CEO must sign immediately. You also handed your tablet to him, letting the man to read the digital document first.

     “What now?” he asked, talking about the event’s rundowns. Taka, who understands what he need to do, immediately took the stylus from you. With a swift and quick glances, Taka read the document then he engraved his signature to approve its contents.

     “Greet some guests?” You questioned your own answer, considering that Taka must already know the answer itself. Taka was just giving you a sign that he was indeed too lazy to continue the event. “I mean, there’s might be some guests for us to catch—to hook for the greater good of our beloved company?”

     “You’re being dramatic,” the man commented. After signing the document, Taka returned the stylus he used to you. He sighed, “Sounds so tiring.”

     While waiting for the organizer to get you and Taka, you checked the document that were previously signed by your boss. “You don’t usually complain,” you commented.

     “Why do I have to work on my birthday anyway?” he asked, almost sounding like a whine. “Shouldn’t I be the one being pampered today?”

     “So you’re used to birthdays now, huh?” Once again you were dramatizing yourself. “Wow, sir. I’m impressed.”

     With his flat expression, Taka gently pulled your cheek. “A certain idiot forced me to get used to this kind of thing.”

     “Ouch!” you winched. “Just move your birthday to weekends, then!”

     “That’s not my will.”

     “Sir, ma’am, this way, please.” You and Taka turned when an organizer asked you to return to your seats.

     You nodded, smiled at the organizer girl before averting your attention to Taka once again. “Right,” you replied to the CEO’s earlier sentence. “So bear with me until the event is over.”

     The event finished at sunset. You and Taka immediately left the event hall shortly after the event was done. Taka’s car and its personal driver were already waiting in front of the exit of the building. The driver who was assisted by several securities politely opened the car door for you and Taka.

     Not even a second before he entered the car, Taka had already took his suit jacket off and loosened his tie. He sighed a bit harshly.

     “Thank you for your hard work today—wha?!” You who started your sentence flatly suddenly gasped when you felt someone pulling your hand.

     You turned your gaze to the person who was just grabbed your hand only to found it was Taka. He suddenly pulled your hand for him to hold as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

     “W-what the—huh?!”

     Taka realized you were blushing. If only he had opened his eyes, he would have seen the pinkish dusts tinted your cheeks. Luckily, you don’t have to work twice as hard to hide those hues of pink.

     “Let me hold your hand for a moment,” the CEO requested. He clenched your hand tighter in his, as if he was seeking some comforts from it.

     Taka looked very tired. He leaned back in his car seat and already took off his glasses without you even noticing. His eyes were closed, hiding his obsidian orbs. However, compared to when you were was still on the event earlier, his expression looked much more relaxed and calm.

     “Alright.” Of course, you fulfilled his request. You let Taka hold your hand a little bit longer. That’s when you realize how tiring it is to maintain professionalism in public. You were seeing the figure of Taka Radjiman as himself, a figure that the professional world has never seen other than you.

     “Where are we headed now, ma’am, sir?” the driver asked, looking at you and Taka from the rearview mirror.

     “We have no other business. Let’s just go straight home,” you confirmed. After confirming the destination where the driver should take you, you and Taka enjoy the rest of the trip in silence.

     “I guess I’ll tire you out even when we get home. I feel guilty, seeing your current condition,” you suddenly spoke when you remembered that you had a birthday surprise for him.

     “Why? Is it related to my birthday?” the man, still with his eyes closed, asked.

     You were silent for a moment. The surprise you prepared was no longer a surprise if Taka can already guess it. But what can you do? It’s better for Taka to know from the start than for you to force the exhausted Taka to celebrate his own birthday with you.

     “Something like that,” you muttered softly.

     He heard you. He gripped your hand softly, telling you that he agrees with whatever you’re planning. To answer your words, he mumbled, “I don’t mind then.”

     “Looks like you prepared a huge surprise,” Taka, who saw your mischievous smile, could only comment.

     “It’s not that huge,” you corrected him. You were telling the truth. Your surprise was not a big one. You were just making something that you and he can both enjoy. In fact, you designed this year’s surprise almost similar to the one you prepared last year.

     Taka just shook his head. He inserted the passcode to unlock his house’s digital key and stepped inside with you.

     In the next second, the bright light reflected the whole birthday ornament and arrangement in the living room. It took him for a moment. Bouquets of beautiful flowers, fluttering ribbons, and some floating balloons. Taka was silent for a moment—either because he was surprised or trying to admire the surprise you prepared. But whatever it was, you felt proud that you could render his speechless state like that.

     “When did you … decorate my living room like this? I presume we were both had a packed schedule today?” Taka who was still amazed asked. He kept looking around the room over and over again.

     “Business secrets, you know it best,” you giggled. If Taka wasn’t in a speechless state, maybe he would have glared at you. “Why are you so surprised?” you genuinely asked, pulling him to sit with you on the couch. “Wasn’t my surprise last year similar to this? Why are you still surprised?”

     After regaining his composure, Taka sighed. “I’m just… touched?” he hesitated. “Maybe I’m just too tired so I feel a little bit emotional.”

     You actually could chuckle to tease him, but when you heard his words—which were obviously almost never heard from him, your heart was touched. “So did I do well with this surprise? Are you happy with my surprise?” you asked shyly.

     Taka took your hand in his, an overly gentle smile suddenly touched his lips. “You did a really, really great job. I remember saying this last year, but your efforts always exceed my expectations. And yeah, I’m more than happy, especially since this certain simpleton is celebrating my birthday with me.”

     “Ouch!” you once again winched that day as Taka pinched your nose gently. But instead of wasting your energy getting mad, you just rubbed your nose and smiled. “I’m happy too, then.”

     You stood up from your seat and walked into the kitchen. Taka watched your every move, curiosity was visible in his eyes. In the kitchen, you lit up a candles of a birthday cake. You were silent for a moment, staring at the dessert. Without you realized it, a smile touched your lips when you remember Taka’s surprised expressions and how he smooth complimented you.

     You picked up the cake and walked back into the living room. “Now, I will be even happier if I can eat this sweet cake soon.”

     Taka laughed lightly and shifted slightly so you could rejoin him. You handed the cake to him. The candle flame flickered silently. Even though it was faint, it was enough to illuminate the small gap between the two of you. With the candle’s light, you could see the softness in his eyes clearly. Taka just smiled, staring at the small flame on the cake candle. “Taka,” you called him, making him look up to look at you. “Happy birthday,” you whispered.

     However, before Taka could blow out the candle, you pushed the cake away from him a bit. “I said this last year too, but I need you to be serious with your once-a-year birthday wishes,” you warned him.

     The CEO looked into your eyes and raised his hand to tuck the strands of your hair. “Then listen carefully to my request.” Taka closed his eyes and voiced his prayer. “For every feeling and time you invest to me, I promise to cherish, protect and repay them with all my heart. My Most Merciful God, help me make this person in front of me the happiest in the world.”

     Hearing that, you blushed silently. “Taka,” you whispered weakly. Feel the heat creeping up your cheeks.

     Taka blew out the candles in front of him. “Thank you,” he muttered. “Thank you so much.”

     But in the middle of the silence, a sudden sound from a popping balloon could be heard, making you both flinched. You and Taka unanimously turned towards the sound. “Emmet?” you called. Both of you found Taka’s red panda pet playing with the balloons’ strings. It seemed like the popping sound earlier was the sound of the balloon Emmet had popped.

     Noticing your and Taka’s attention to him, Emmet let go of the balloons it was playing with and ran towards the two of you. Emmet jumped into Taka’s lap while the man was immediately cradling the red panda’s head and chuckled. “Looks like Emmett wants cake too.”

     You and Taka along with Emmet spent the night resting while enjoying cakes and nostalgic stories from the past. Taka didn’t want anything else. Being able to spend time with you is the best gift you can give him. No one can give him such a gift but you. -----[FIN]

After Working Hours Fiction by Author Xandra March, 2023

[hobbit-in-kuroshitsuji]

Kuroshitcember 2022 Prompt Nr. 9

Prompt: Listen to Stolas Sings by Sam Haft. What do you think this could represent?

You can find all prompts here!

All of these will be uploaded/archived to this blog's Ao3 eventually

Summary: On Grelle's Death Day, she thinks everything is fine and goes to work (to see William). Turns out, everything is not fine after all, but William is there to help her... CW: There's some implied Grelliam if you squint? I mean, would William touch another person if he didn't love them? but that could also be family, so read it however you like <3 this has mentions of suicide, death, murder - please only read if you feel you can mentally <3

this is heavily inspired by my own HCs on reapers which you can read up on here. also, I wanted this to be a drabble....... it didn't turn into a drabble XD oh and - the usual "hey I haven't read this through yet, pls don't judge this rough first draft" warnings ahem.....

All the world’s a stage and I’m a player navigating the brutal, bloody battlefield that is love~

The world’s a stage, fake, discerning and bloody. There is no rest for those who seek to portray their souls outwardly; for those who wish to be themselves. There is no comfort. No safety.

So was it truly so strange for Grelle to pretend? For her to make sure she was herself, sand safe, by pretending the entire world was a stage for her to waltz on?

No one took her seriously, yet they also knew she was deadly and capable of chopping anyone to bits if they tried to burst her bubble. But it wasn’t a bubble. It was just… safety through acting.

All that Grelle had gone through had made her sweetness, her innocence, her “oh I’m sorry, sir” attitude disappear. No one dared misgender her now. No one dared touch her now.

But that was also solitary and painful.

Did they believe she was a woman, or did they act along with her to save their own skins? Did they act to save her sanity? Did they think her gender was the act?

Probably… Grelle was convinced that no one understood her acting was to keep herself safe, so people would back the hell off.

She was convinced…

Until one day when William T. Spears showed that their long, long centuries working together meant he knew her and saw through her act.

Until one day when William T. Spears showed that the comfortable lie which Grelle had created of their romantic relationship actually was just that for even William.

“Sutcliff? What are you doing here, you are supposed to be at home.” William’s words came out as a scolding, which considering the subject was a rather odd thing to hear. William never scolded on for working.

But, that day which changed oh so many things about what Grelle though she knew, also happened to be her Death Day.

“I feel not a thing, my dearest,” Grelle offered with a shrug of her shoulder, coincidentally also shrugging her red coat off to reveal more of her shoulder to William.

The man, who’d shut off his emotions in a response to his trauma, caging his centuries old heart off from the rest of the world, ignored her flirting.

As usual.

“And that is healthy, because…?” William sassed, quirking an eyebrow.

Scoffing, Grelle threw a glare William’s way. She stood from her desk and placed hands on her hips. “Mind your words, mister, I am the epitome of mental health – just as anyone!” She pointed at poor Ronald, trying his best to stay out of it by (literally) burying his face into his paperwork. “Knox! Am I not sane?”

Ronald glanced between the two “adults” awkwardly before saying yes with his mouth whilst shaking ‘no’ with his head.

“See!”

“Grelle,” William spoke, voice a soothing calmness in what undoubtedly would become even more of a scene. He never used her name often. So, of course, it shut her up. “We do not work on our Death Days, we stay home and we let it play out. We disrupt the office otherwise-“

“Ugh,” was all Grelle had to say, rolling her eyes. It was always about work with him.

The office suddenly got a lot busier, as a batch of potential new recruits entered with wide eyes. They’d just learned of the reality there were other dimensions outside of heaven and hell. So those wide-eyed looks was the one way to identify new reapers.

“Don’t disrupt the office,” William said to Grelle before turning around to face the baby reapers.

Grelle positioned herself on the desk, watching and listening as William gave a long lecture on safety protocols to the new reapers. No one listened. People just wanted to learn about souls at that stage, and whether they would be allowed to die at some point.

So it was always amusing to watch William attempt to give these lectures.

Othello and Ronald made a quick bet on how long it would take for one of the new recruits to hurt their fingers on the printers no one was allowed to touch save for two who had not broken a printer yet in their entire life – William, and Eric.

And then Grelle joined in with a bet on who would make a comment on “why does the supervisor do all the printing for us if they’re our superiors?” because, quite frankly, it was stupid.

There were no budgets in the afterlife.

Then Grelle was forced to join in. Recruits asked her questions about being out in the field, and she answered them with flat, one word, answers which often were either ‘yes’ or ‘no’ (or ‘next’ when the question was too boring).

Then…

“Mister Sutcliff, sir? Once you reap a soul, do you get a glimpse of wherever they go? Or is it just another weird light like when we-“

“Ma’am.” William’s voice interrupted. William never interrupted new recruits.

Normally, Grelle brushed it off. It was her stage, she was the star, and anyone who misgendered her was simply not part of her play, ignored and never seen again in her world until they did better.

But that day, it was Grelle’s Death Day.

That day, maybe, her brain wasn’t as okay as she had thought it was when she woke up.

That day, the words went straight to her heart, which lit a fire into nerves that shouldn’t be active within a reaper… but which were prone to activating when on their Death Day… the nerves sent signals up to her brain, waking memories that should be in a cage…

Everything seemed to darken around her. To the outside, it just looked like she’d stopped breathing – like a robot who ran out of juice and couldn’t move another limb again. But to her, the world darkened, making her vision smaller until all she could see were her last moments, her last feelings, her reasons…

Until William appeared in front of her, like sparks in the dark, letting her focus on reality long enough to realise he had defended her without being provoked by her own acting… He believed her. He saw her.

“I told you to stay home, Sutcliff,” William scolded her, but despite the harshness in his voice, Grelle melted against him as he looped an arm around her waist and helped her off the desk to leave the office.

Reapers watched, empathetic and selfishly relieved their own Death Days were a while away still. Yet, despite the many gazes on her, all she knew was William guiding her home.

He opened her door with a key Grelle didn’t know William had, and let her inside. He stayed in the doorway himself, though, watching as she let her coat she so cherished fall off her and to the floor, shoes kicked off before she waddled inside to find a couch to disappear into.

And so, William stepped inside to clean up after her, caring for the coat he knew she’d care for again tomorrow, and putting the shoes in the shelf with the others. He closed the door behind him, and entered the living room to watch her sit on the couch, eyes empty, flashing between green and yellow as synapses re-awoke within her brain –

“Grelle.”

He’d believed her. He saw through her eyes, her act, and believed her.

She didn’t want him to go… “Will… Did I really kill those-“

“Don’t think too much on it,” William quickly interjected. “You had your reasons. You are making amends for it now.”

William never interrupted, unless it was to protect Grelle, either from others, or herself.

Clearing his throat, William sat down next to Grelle. “I have a long report to read through today. Let me read it out loud.” Let me distract you.

Shaking from the memories of her last breaths, Grelle nodded her head and curled up into a ball at the other side of the couch…

Things were easier with someone around to help keep Grelle’s mind away from the open jailcell of her past.

William made a new rule from that day on.

No one was to be alone on their Death Day.

And William and Grelle? They were always the ones helping each other.

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The Lost Ones

Summary: Several of the SMP members find an infant in a place they didn’t expect and decide to care for them.

Pairings: Platonic! Parental! Tommy, Wilbur, Philza, Technoblade, Eret, and Dream x F! Child! Reader

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Warnings! : Swearing, Village Raid, Minor Violence, Minor Deaths (Mostly mobs), mentions of blood

A/N : I’m the biggest sap for child readers. Dating back to 2014. I literally couldn’t help myself. Just so everyone knows, I suck at writing in gender neutral terms, that’s why the reader is specifically female in all of these (Including Tommy’s, Minor Spoiler, Tommy’s just an idiot and doesn’t look). So, sorry about that.

I’ll most certainly will make more of these. I won’t always have it just like this, I might write a certain character individually in a scenario. It’s all dependent on my mood. I might add more characters! This is just basically the introduction. So yeah...ENOUGH RAMBLING! Hope you enjoy :)

       Tommy (Before the First Disc War)

        Tommy smirked proudly to himself as he tucked his new disc safely into his inventory bag before starting the walk back to his home. His adventure was successful, he managed to get a rare disc and it was now all his. Walking through the small bit of woods, he rested his hand on his sword handle. It was still night time after all and the monsters were out to play.

        As he could see the lights from the small town of the Dream SMP, he heard a cry. Looking back into the woods, he frowned before grinning.

        Someone is in trouble! He’d save them and get a payment—er— “willing reward” from them. Pulling his sword, he ran over towards the sound of another cry, this time the sound being continued. He rolled his eyes, someone was crying, what a pussy. As the crying was practically on top of him, he frowned in confusion as he only found a skeleton, which was trying to shoot at a basket hanging in a tree. There was no one there to be crying.

        He shrugged regardless, taking his shield off before going for the skeleton. It only managed one arrow before Tommy killed the mob. Looking at the basket, Tommy hummed before putting his weapon and shield away to climb up. As he got to a safe place to reach the basket, the crying now made sense as his eyes went wide.

        “You’re a fucking baby!” He shouted in surprise.

        Said infant noticed the new face and their wails quieted, but small cries still came out.

        “Quiet down. You’re going to bring monsters!” He hushed, moving carefully, getting the basket off, and brought it to himself. “How the hell did you get up here? Who just leaves a baby?”

        He looked down at the baby as he sat back in the tree. He couldn’t help but think how small she was, had he been that small when he was this young?

        “Guess you got nowhere to go huh?” He asked as the child looked up, their cries having gone silent seeing the boy much closer.

        They played with their blanket and he hummed as he held the basket close, making his way down the tree.

        “You’re lucky, a big man saved you! I don’t live far, so you’ll come with me. Of course, I wouldn’t just leave you here again.” Tommy rambled, despite knowing the infant couldn’t respond back. “I’m not some kind of monster!”

        He made it back to his home, putting the basket on his bed, and looked down at the baby with his hands on his hips.

        “If you were left out there like that, you’re alone.” This time, the baby gave a small babble and he couldn’t help the small smile that came on his face. “Well, then I’ll take care of you! I’m a big man and can do it easy! Phil took care of my brothers and me after all and he’s old and stupid. I’m young and very wise, so I can do it. I suppose you’ll need a name now.”

        If anyone had been in the room with Tommy, they’d be surprised how gentle he picked up the small human. Carefully, he held them properly, only knowing how as Phil had once shown him when they were helping a village out after a raid when he had taken the younger boy to trade.

        “Hmm, I’ll call you (Y/N)!” He decided. “And I will be the greatest father ever! And I know the perfect way to celebrate today!”

        Going into his bag, he grinned as he pulled out his new music disc. Putting it on the jukebox, he sat on his bed as the infant looked over at the object making the beautiful sound. His grin went into a gentle smile as he watched (Y/N) listen to the music. They’d both be happy; he’d make sure of it.

        Twenty Minutes Later…

        Tubbo sprinted down the stairs of his house as he heard frantic knocking on his door and the sound of crying. Swinging the door open, he let out a startled noise seeing a distressed Tommy holding a wailing baby.

        Of course, he’d need some help since there was just a little bit of a learning curve.

          Wilbur (Right after Declaration of War)

        Times were hard. Wilbur had just started a new nation to free himself, his friends, and his family from the iron grip of Dream and his friends, but they did not like the loss of power and declared war on him. As well as the war, Fundy had become a rather rebellious teenager and Wilbur wasn’t sure how to handle all of it. He didn’t let it show to the others though. He’d be a strong leader for them.

        He looked over his map of L’Manberg. They needed better defensive points…they fought with their words but Dream fought with weapons of destruction. They needed safe spaces to protect themselves…

        Wilbur jumped, knocking over an ink bottle over on the table when there was pounding on the van door.

        “Damn it.” He grumbled, quickly flipping the bottle back up and moved the map out of the way before going to the door.

        He opened the door to see Eret standing there, making Wilbur raise an eyebrow as Eret was on guard duty at the moment but looked shocked seeing what the other man was holding.

        “Hello, sir. They were just outside the gate. I didn’t see anyone else around.” Eret rapidly explained to his leader, the small infant wiggling in his hold. “I brought them here because they were cold.”

        “Get inside,” Wilbur instructed, going into the back of the van again quickly.

        He heard the door close as he grabbed his spare coat.

        “Hand them over,” Wilbur muttered, Eret carefully transferring his hold to the other man.

        Wilbur saw they had a blanket but it was thin and the child was cold to the touch. Wrapping his coat around them, he instructed Eret to light a furnace, which he did post haste.

        “Hello there, love.” He whispered quietly to the infant, rocking them lightly. “We’re going to get you warmed up and something to fill your stomach, how does that sound?”

        The baby didn’t fuss, too tired and cold to even thinking about making one. Wilbur stood next to the now lit furnace and looked up at Eret.

        “Is anyone out there?” He asked, his proud leader voice coming out.

        “No sir, I was worried about the child.”

        Wilbur nodded. “I commend you for saving their life, but I have it from here. Send someone to fetch milk and then please stand guard again.”

        Eret nodded before leaving the van.

        Once the two were alone, Wilbur sighed heavily as he sat on the floor, still close to the furnace. He felt the child’s forehead, feeling them warm up to his relief.

        “You gave us a scare little one.” He chuckled quietly. “But don’t worry, you’re in a safe place. L’Manberg will care for you. I suppose it was lucky you were left here rather than the Dream SMP.”

        He hummed quietly as he gently rocking the child, their eyes closing as they relaxed in his hold. As they relaxed, he gave a quick check for their gender.

        “Welcome little one. You’re the first woman of L’Manberg.” He smiled lightly.

        For a short while, he was able to forget about everything outside the van. He could relax himself and let his mind clear as he watched the little girl in his arms. They were both at peace.

        After a few minutes, he looked up as he heard the van door open. As he was standing up carefully, his own son Fundy came in holding a bucket.

        “Hey, Eret said you needed…What the hell is that?!” Fundy exclaimed in surprise, startling the girl in his arms, tears appearing in her eyes.

        “Shh, it’s alright,” Wilbur whispered to her as he rocked her again and he wiped her tears away with one hand.

        Fundy cautiously came over, raising an eyebrow. “Who are they?”

        Wilbur paused thinking for a moment, before smiling. “Meet your new little sister my son. (Y/N), the newest member of our great nation.”

          Philza (Right before Wilbur’s Betrayal)

        Phil shook out his wings as he landed in a village. He needed to rest them for a bit before continuing on his journey to L’Manberg. He had gotten word of how the tides had turned badly for his sons in the new nation they made to try and live peacefully. Originally, they hadn’t asked for his aid as Tommy and Wilbur had made contact with Techno and they believed with their older brother, they could surely turn it back. Yet, Tommy had sent him a letter with worry for Wilbur’s state of mind and Phil decided he needed to be there for his sons.

        Yes, he wanted them to learn the world on their own but there were some times when Phil needed to be there to help them.

        Looking at the sky, the night was fast approaching so he managed to get a house in the village for the night. Keeping his sword by his bedside, he went to sleep for the night…

        Startling awake, Phil heard the sounds of the village bell.

        “God damn it,” Phil mumbled, scooping his sword and bag before putting his hat on his head.

        Running out, he saw the cause of the panicked ringing. A pillager raid, and it was already out of control. Fires were crackling madly and blood littered the paths.

        “Shit.” He swore as a pillager spotted him and he dodged the arrow before running them through with his sword.

        The few surviving villagers ran from their homes and Phil went to follow when he heard a wail, the wail of a child. His throat tightened as he looked back to the burning buildings, his fatherly instinct along with his good nature kicked in.

        “God…” He muttered before spreading his wings.

        With ease, he was able to dodge between pillagers and ravagers alike as he followed the sound. Landing at the house that was most certainly ablaze, Phil kicked in the door. Holding his arm to his mouth and nose, he rushed in and found a small nursery, the flames engulfing the walls and ceiling. Rushing to the crib, he found the small child and quickly picked them up.

        “Let’s go kiddo.” He said as he rushed back out.

        Once he was outside, he took flight again and flew high enough to be out of arrow range, and flew far from the village. As he did, he looked the small child, of which he found out was female, over for injures as she screamed and cried. She had no visible injuries but Phil knew she had to have inhaled smoke. So, after a handful of minutes flying, he landed and shushed her quietly.

        “It’s alright kiddo, hang on,” Phil told her quietly as he went into his bag taking out a health potion. “I got something that can help you.”

        Being gentle, he gave them a few drops of the potion to hopefully clear out any smoke and heal the damage it might have done. The little girl gave hiccups and small cries.

        “It’s alright. You’re safe now.” He bounced her lightly, slowing down her cries to nothing. “There we go. We’re ok. Once morning comes, we’ll find the others of the rest of your village and see if we can’t find your parents.”

        The little girl’s eyes merely drooped and he gave smile before he frowned as he looked up to see the fires in the distance. They were a human child and he didn’t remember seeing any humans running away with the survivors but he’d try. And if not…

        “Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you,” Phil assured the now sleeping infant.

        Technoblade (Start of Retirement)

        Techno shouldered the bag of wood he had gathered over his shoulder, his axe on his belt as he made his way home through the snow. The voices were relatively calm, not hungry for blood at the moment, and Techno was able to have a peaceful moment. As he trudged closer to his house, he slowed to a stop seeing footprints by the stairs and the voices kicked up as his thoughts went wild.

        Phil always gave him notice on his walkie if he was on the way and whoever had been there had gone up the stairs then walked away in a different direction from where they came.

        The voices were bringing up the question of if he was being scouted out. Who could have found his house? How did they find it? They started to demand blood.

        Technoblade took his axe off his belt while putting down the bag of wood. Going towards the porch carefully, he held it ready to expect the worse when he entered his house but he didn’t even go up the stairs to find something. On his doorstep, there sat a large huddle of blankets.

        Furrowing his eyebrows, he came up to the huddle carefully and slowly with his axe raised. Stopping when it was fully in view, he stared in even more confusion.

        “What the hell?” He questioned, lowering his axe slightly as he looked around the snowy tundra. “Who leaves a child on my doorstep!”

        In the middle of the huddle of blankets was a sleeping child, who wiggled slightly at the loudness of his voice.

        They’re an orphan now

        You know how you feel about orphans

        Blood for the Blood God

        Techno winced at the sounds of the voices as he looked at the child. They were right…they were an orphan now. Someone had left them on his doorstep and now they were abandoned. He gripped his axe tightly as he looked down at the infant.

        It’d be quick and easy…

        The small human opened their eyes slightly, squirming slightly as they saw him. Techno’s grip loosened, the voices screaming in protest. They were so small and so defenseless…he wasn’t calling for blood anymore.

        Grunting, he put the axe away, going back down the stairs to grab the bag as he clenched his jaw at the loud noises of the voices before going back and picking up the child with surprising gentleness as the child was startled slightly. He shouldered his door open, dropping the bag of wood next to the unlit fireplace before making his way upstairs to his bedroom. He put the child down, who watched him in silent curiosity as Techno took the walkie off his belt.

        “Phil, you there?” He questioned into it.

        It took a minute but the device crackled.

        “Yeah, what’s going on?”

        “I got a…issue. Come over as soon as you can.”

        “An issue? What kind of issue?” Phil asked in surprise as usually, Technoblade could handle most of his issues.

        “It’s hard to explain, just come over.” Techno rubbed his temple at the screams of the voices.

        “Alright, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

        He put the walkie down as he looked over at the child watching him.

        “What?” He huffed.

        Then the child gave a small giggle, trying to get their hands free to hold them out to him. The man stood there in shock as his heart melted. He had not felt something like that in a long time. Scrunching up his nose slightly before coming over and taking the infant out of the blankets and holding her as he used to with Tommy.

        “What the hell am I going to do with you?” He muttered and the small human held lightly onto his shirt, making even the voices slow down.

        He down a level in his home to wait for Phil, keeping the child in his hold as he just decided to do his normal routine. He started a fire and began to brew a few potions when the knock came on his door.

        “Come in.” He called.

        In stepped his father, who immediately dropped his bag in surprise seeing what Techno was holding as he added a new ingredient to his potion.

        “Hello.” He greeted the older man without looking at him.

        “What the hell did you have?” The older man questioned.

        Techno looked over at him confused. “Blaze powder.”

        Phil took his hat off as he ran a hand through his hair. “I meant the baby!”

        “Oh! Yeah, this.” Techno said casually, the older man freaking out. “Someone left them on my porch.”

        “Oh god…are they ok?” Phil asked, coming over.

        “Yeah, they’re fine. They were swallowed by blankets.”

        The child tried to take a bottle in their hands and Techno simply moved it from them and kept working like it was the most natural thing in the world. Phil stood in surprise at how casual Techno was, he knew about the orphan thing and how vicious the voices in his head could be.

        “What…what are you going to do with the child?”

        “That’s why I called you,” Techno said, before holding the child to the man. “You take it.”

        “What?! Techno, I can’t just take this child. I…” Phil’s hand shook slightly at the thought of Wilbur. “I can’t have another child right now. And L’Manberg will question where I even got them in the first place.”

        “Well then what do I do with it?!” Techno huffed as he was surprised by the quietness of the voices.

        “Well…you could take of them.”

        “I don’t know how to take care of a child. I don’t even like children, have you seen me with Tommy?” Techno rolled his eyes.

        “You seem to like this one.” Phil pointed out as Techno was holding them willingly and at the gentleness, he had with them.

        Techno frowned as he tried to think of a good reason. “That’s because they’re quiet.”

        “Look…I know you don’t want to hear this but maybe you should look after them, even just for a while. I can see if I can find someone who wants a child.”

        No, you found them.

        They’re rather cute…

        Keep them!

        The voices had done a full turn around from when they first saw the child. They were demanding Techno care for them and protect the fragile being. Techno couldn’t disagree with them because in his heart…he wanted to protect the child that had been left on his doorstep.

        “Fine, I’ll take care of them for a while but you need to help me, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”

        Phil chuckled. “Of course, son. We should look them over first to make sure they’re alright.”

        Techno rolled his eyes but agreed, listening to Phil as he told him what to do. The father was smiling proudly as even though Techno was frustrated with the new task, he continued with it. Once she, as they discovered, was checked over, Phil put a hand on his son’s shoulder.

        “What do you want to call her?” Phil asked.

        He looked down at the child, who was giggling as Phil smiled at her.

        “Blood Child.”

        “Techno!”

        Later, Techno actually decided on (Y/N) and for once, the voices were on his side.

          Eret (Before the founding of L’Manberg)

        Eret chuckled to himself as he walked down the path back towards his castle. Tommy’s antics for the day had been particularly ridiculous that it still brought a chuckle to the older gentleman as he went back to his home. He knew the days around the Dream SMP certainly wouldn’t be boring.

        Walking to his castle, he stopped as he noticed a basket left in front of the door and peered inside.

        “Why hello there.” Eret smiled seeing a small face peering back up at him as they squirmed slightly in discomfort. “What are you doing here little one?”

        He carefully picked up the basket and went inside his castle. As he got to his bedroom, he carefully took the infant out struggling a bit but managed before searching a bit in the basket.

        “Hmm, no note or anything.” He muttered as he looked at the child squirming around. “Well, someone made a mistake leaving you behind. Let’s see if I can’t figure out what’s making you so fussy.”

        After a bit of trying, first checking to see if she needed a diaper, he figured she needed some food and managed to get milk, putting it in a clean potion bottle to help her drink it easier. That also took a few trials, but he managed to help her drink until she stopped fussing.

        “There we go, now I can see your lovely face better.” He smiled as he sat on his bed, wiggling his finger in front of her making her giggle.

        As he played with the small girl, he frowned slightly as he looked over the basket that she had been left in. Why would someone leave someone so precious on the doorstep of his castle? It was truly a shame for those that did leave the little girl as Eret couldn’t help but slowly smile again as the little girl grasped onto his finger.

        “You’re not going to have to worry little one. You can stay here with me and you can be the princess of this castle.” He promised her, hugging her lightly, making her giggle. “I’ll make sure you’re safe and happy. It will take me a little while to learn how to do it all properly but I’ll learn. How does that sound…(Y/N)?”

        He chuckled as he moved his head back as she reached for her glasses. Yeah, this sounded like a beautiful idea.

          Dream (The Very Start)

        Dream rolled his eyes behind his mask as he heard George screaming in the distance, Sapnap laughing wildly in return. Those two never know how to stop.

        “Come on you two! We need to build a house before the night comes.” Dream called to them. “Stop goofing off.”

        Yet, he could still hear George’s high-pitched scream and he just chuckled and shook his head at his friends’ behavior. They were the company he kept and he honestly wouldn’t trade them for anything.

        Eventually, they did stop screwing and they were able to get to work on building their first home of the new land they had. The three of them joked and there was some arguing still between Sapnap and George but it just made it peaceful for the three of them. It was how their lives were.

        Dream went to go look for some sheep to get wool for beds before night fully struck, leaving the two “children” at the house. As he went searching, he jumped when he heard the sound of screaming, but it wasn’t liking George’s scream. It was quieter but still a scream.

        “Hello?!” Dream called as he pulled out his stone sword.

        As he went towards the noise, he realized it wasn’t a scream of terror as he first thought it was. No, it was a screaming cry, the kind a child would make. He started sprinting at that thought and skidded to a stop as he found the infant that was making the sound laid on top of a rock, a group of three zombies trying to get it.

        Dream gripped onto his sword before shouting to get their attention and moved back, quickly taking care of the mobs. He pushed his smiley mask to the side of his face as he finished them off and rushed over to the baby.

        “Hey! Hey. It’s ok now.” He told them as he climbed up next to them, dropping his sword at the bottom. “All the bad things are gone.”

        He gently picked up the baby, shushing them as he put a hand on top of their head. Slowly, they quieted down and Dream smiled wiping their tears away.

        “Hey, there you go. See? There’s nothing to cry about.” He chuckled before screwing his face up to look funny.

        The child giggled and he grinned.

        “There we go. Now, let’s check you out.” He muttered, looking them over. “No injuries. That’s very good princess. Now, what are you doing out here?” He asked as he looked around, seeing no signs of human life other than the two of them.

        Dream’s blood boiled slightly. Someone would just leave a child out here? If it wasn’t for him, she would have died!

        “You got nowhere to go huh? Well, you don’t have to worry.” He said, carefully sliding down.

        He picked up his sword, putting it back in its sheath, before walking back towards his friends.

        “I’ll take care of you. You’ll be the princess of our new land! You, me, and your two idiot uncles.” He laughed, the tiny girl giggling at the sound. “And I’ll make sure you always have a reason to smile.”

[outerbanks-fandom]

Princess of the Outerbanks (1)

Description: a good night with the pogues leads to things

Warnings: swearing, female reader so please if that’ll cause you gender dysmorphia please don’t read, a gender neutral an male reader series will be coming soon.

word count: 603 short but only the beginning

edited: yes but I'm slow so maybe not also  

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“Okay but where did you get your top, it's so cute” Sarah asked as we all sat around a fire at the chateau. I sat next to JJ with my legs tucked to my chest. “I upcycled it, but the original shirt I thrifted and cut the tag off. You can have it though.” She smiled, “Seriously? I don’t wanna literally take the shirt off your back.” “No Sarah for real take it, if you don’t I'll end up putting it on my depop so either way I'm not keeping it. I’ll wash it and give it to you tomorrow.” She nodded and smiled wide. “Well shit, I'm coming shop in your closet too.” Kiera joined in the conversation. 

“Please do, I need a reason to convince my moms to finance my clothing addiction.” the whole time I was conversing with the girls I felt JJ staring at me. “Doesn’t the princess get an allowance.” “yeah but this month I gave a lot of it to help Kiera clean up the beach, and buy my brothers birthday gift so it’s mostly gone I'm saving the rest for emergencies.” 

He just smirked at me. “What?” again nothing but a smirk. I pushed his face softly to direct his gaze somewhere else. “She hit me! Y’all saw that! we can sue her for some money. Shit ow I'm hurt. I think you poked my eye out” he made the whole group erupt in laughter. “I can’t see now. You know how many girl are gonna kill you just because you almost messed up these eyes.” 

“Either give me 2 million dollars are I'm pressing charges.” he threw his arm around my shoulder. “I’ll let you know when I get 2 million dollars sir, but right now I have 20 bucks to my name” “I’ll take it!” 

About 30 minutes later we were all sitting in comfortable silence JJ’s arm still around me but he still kept a bit of distance between us. “I’m gonna go grab another beer, anyone else want one?” They all said yes, “here I'll come help you” both JJ and I got up and walked inside the chateau. He went to the fridge and started placing 6 beers on the counter. “You know y/l/n you look hot tonight” 

“thanks Maybank you look pretty hot also.” I hopped on the counter and just stared at him. He walked to me and stood between my legs. He moved his face close to mine. I could feel his breath on my lips. we just stared into each others eyes. 

“...kiss me JJ.” he bit his lip and let out a little laugh. “I could definitely do that...” he got even close, “I could kiss you right now, give in to the desires I know we both have, one movement forward and I could end the endless want we both have towards each other.” My breath hitched and my heart was pounding, my head was roaming with many thoughts of me begging him to kiss me. 

He got closer so I closed my eyes expecting to finally feel his lips against mine, except that didn’t happen. Instead I felt his lips against my cheek. “But I won’t. This is all on you princess, you want something to happen between us then make your move.” he went to walk away but I grabbed his shirt pulling him back. “Nuh uh, sorry princess but not tonight. Your gonna have to wait a little bit longer.” 

He grabbed three beers and headed outside. I stayed and just got myself composed. “Fuck, he’s gonna be the death of me” 

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tags: @khiaraaa-in-spacee

[libra-kirishima]

Could I request some angst-to-comfort with Mirio? I've had a rough past few weeks. Feel free to make it as soul crushing as you want. Also, absolutely love your blog!

Your rough couple of weeks probably long since past by the time I'm getting around to this, but I hope you're doing better babe! Had more fun with this than I'd like to admit. Gender of the reader wasn't specific in the ask so I just went with fem reader. Hope that's ok!

Also includes the very slightest hint of manga spoilers but not to the point where it makes a difference.

You knew you shouldn't be alone.

All you wanted was to be alone, but as you heard the sound of footsteps gaining on you as you walked alone at night you knew you shouldn't be alone. You tried to walk faster, just hoping to make it that last stretch until you were safely back on campus, but you could tell it was no use.

"You shouldn't be walking alone at night like this." The person following you spoke, quickly catching up to walk by your side. You let out the breath you were holding when you saw that the person following you was just your boyfr-

Your ex-boyfriend. It was Mirio all along.

"It's not safe for you to be out this late. I don't want anything to happen to you, you know." He added, approach closer until your bicep touched his. His tone was surprisingly warm, with no hint of condescension. It took you off guard. You could tell that he really cared about you, and that realization hurt more than it should have.

"Get lost." You responded. "I don't want to hear anything you have to say to me.

"I'm not letting you walk all the way back to campus by yourself."

"Oh, now you care what I do?" You rolled your eyes at him stepping away so the two of you were no longer touching. Despite your anguish, you still longed for his contact again after you pulled away. "How did you know I was here anyways? Or where I was going for that matter."

"I saw you sneaking out by yourself, so I followed you."

"So you're stalking me?"

"No! Well, in this case yeah, but-"

"Why?"

"I told you that I didn't want anything to happen to you." You were clearly feeling argumentative, but he spoke back to you with a casualness that honestly made you jealous. You rolled your so hard that he was surprised they didn't fall out of their sockets.

"No, not that. Why do you always feel this weird need keep tabs on me in general? Following me around, pairing up with me for group projects, trying to sit next to me at lunch or in the common rooms, calling me and texting me constantly even when I said I never wanted to hear from you again."

"I just wanted the chance to talk to you." He admitted. "I want to tell you everything but you haven't even spare me a second glance."

"I don't want to hear anything you have to say." You repeated, turning away in hopes of ignoring the holes his stare were burning into your skin. You noticed that he drifted closer to you, so you were once again shoulder-to-shoulder. Despite retaining your anger, you allowed his touch to linger this time.

"Why?" He asked you sincerely. It was the first time he spoke to you in a way suggesting anything other than his typical optimistic nonchalance. You chose not to answer him, instead allowing the few steps to the front gate to be silent. You reached out to pull it open, but found it locked.

"Fuck me-" You groaned. Mirio moved to try the gate himself, though it still wouldn't budge.

"(Y/N)," He spoke again. "Please just talk to me. If you still hate me afterwards I understand. I know I hurt you. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself knowing that I hurt you irreversibly." For the first time since you noticed he was following you, you allowed yourself to really look at him. You felt the love he still had for you in his eyes. It was a gaze you missed, knowing that it was all for you. It made your heart ache with every second you stared at it. He wasn't yours anymore and it hurt to remember. You knew you shouldn't cave this easily, but you would allow yourself the indulgence for tonight.

"I'm going to try to find another way on campus. You have until I do to say whatever you need to. No exceptions. And if nothing changes when you're done you have to agree to leave me alone. Deal?" He nodded eagerly, chasing after you like a lost puppy as you began walking along the campus border.

"I- um- uh, this is a lot harder than I thought it would be." He scratched the back of his neck nervously. You shot back a sarcastic 'Is it?' to which he nodded. "I didn't think I'd get this far." He admitted. You shot him a bewildered look, watching the way he fiddled with his hands. Things you'd seen Amajiki do countless times but it was a strange look on Mirio. He was confident, bold, self assured even at his weakest points. It dawned on you that you must really mean something to him to be allowed to see this side of him. In the near three years you'd dated him, you'd only experienced him like this a handful of times. "I'm sorry." He finally spoke after a while.

"That's what you followed me out here to say?"

"I can't tell you enough times how sorry I am."

"You've told me that you're sorry countless times but do you know what you're sorry for? Do you care? Or are you just telling me what you think I want to hear?" You asked, too weak to continue making eye contact with him. You busied yourself feeling along the bars of the fence, no longer looking for anything in particular. The silence that passes makes you assume that you were right.

Part of you knew that that was the case all along.

So why did it hurt so much?

Would you seriously rather hear empty repetitive apologies? Did you really want to continue to be told what you wanted to hear without depth or meaning? No. It had nothing to do with anything he said. What you really wanted more than anything was your boyfriend back. But you wouldn't let yourself be used again. You didn't want to feel the sort of pain he put you through again. Your tears threatened to overflow right as he spoke.

"I'm sorry that I hurt you. I know I hurt you in so many ways and I can't take back any of them. That kills me to know, and I can't tell you how bad I feel about it. I'm sorry I pushed you away for so long. I was so afraid to tell you what I was feeling in the moments leading up to when we broke up. How much I hated myself for letting Eri go. How afraid I was that I couldn't save her. How hard it hit me after losing Sir Nighteye. I wanted to shield you from all of it. I was so afraid of losing everything that I pushed the most important person in my life away. I thought that keeping it all to myself would make things better for you, but they only made both of us feel worse." His way of speaking was a lot more composed than you would expect of him. He'd been thinking about all of this for so long. You stopped trying to keep yourself from crying. "When we broke up, in a way I did lose everything." He admitted sadly. "I'm sorry I didn't let you see me when I was in the hospital after I lost my quirk." He continued after a while. "I figured that you would think it was better than it actually was if I kept everything from you. I wanted so badly to keep you from being involved that I ruined the connection we had to each other. On that regard, I'm sorry I never told you that I got my quirk back. I figured you didn't want anything to do with me at that point since you wouldn't listen to me telling you I'm sorry. I didn't think that maybe you wanted to start with a normal conversation. I know you still care about me."

"I do." You said between sniffles.

"I know you do. And I took that for granted for so long. I'm sorry. I can't take that back but I can promise that I'll be better. I'm so glad that you still do. That's why I never stopped trying. If not now then I'd try to tell you I'm sorry until you stopped loving me."

"I can't." You confessed. It wasn't until now that you realized you were sat on the concrete crying. He had sat himself next to you, not fully hugging you but still rubbing soothing circles into your back.

"I'm sorry I threw away almost three years of our relationship so easily. And I'm sorry I spent so long blaming you for it. I should never have blamed you for refusing to put up with the pain I was causing you anymore. I'm sorry I didn't tell you all this sooner."

Mirio kept himself at a distance from you. A choice you appreciated and respected, but at that moment all you wanted was to be held. You leaned over and wrapped your arms around him, sobbing freely into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry too."

"For what?"

"I'm sorry I cut you off. I'm sorry I was so mean to you. I'm sorry if it seemed like I was trying to turn your friends against you with the way I talked about you. I'm sorry I never listened to you. I'm sorry you had to go through these lengths just to talk to me. I love you so much and I didn't want to be hurt anymore. I didn't know what else to do but I shouldn't have done that. I missed you so much that the only way I could think of moving on was to convince myself that I hated you."

"I miss you too." He whispered, placing a kiss on the crown of your head. "I miss being the one that has to wake you up in the morning. I miss being the first person to see your beautiful smile every day. I miss letting you pick the movie and then falling asleep on my chest halfway through. I miss you coming to dinner at my dad's house. I miss you sneaking into my dorm when you get lonely. I can never stay mad at you for long when I see you, even though you wake me up at 2 in the morning." You scrunched your nose up, but laughed softly at his words. "I miss that too. The way your nose would scrunch up like that. I miss hearing you laugh and making you smile. Knowing that I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy."

"Can we start over?" You asked wearily. He nodded, wiping his own tears away before flashing you the smile you loved so much.

"Yeah, I'd like that." He whispered.

You smiled into the crook of his neck before pulling away, leaning in to kiss your boyfriend once more.

[whumpasaurus101]

FINALLY WHAT PEEPS HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR!! Announcement!!! @jordanstrophe and I are going to collab for a few pieces!!! Here is the first piece of our collab!

Gabriel and Walter belong to @jordanstrophe

my masterlist / jordan's masterlist!

Pheonix eyed the suit that laid, spread out over his bed. He looked back to Noah, “I- I thought I wasn't going to the casino tonight?” Noah chuckled, “Nah, don't worry, you're not going to the casino.” Pheonix’s eyebrows furrowed, “But where-”

“-Oh Jesus, just get fucking changed, we don't have all night.” Pheonix nodded and Noah turned around, back facing Pheonix. He slipped into his usual dressy pant bottoms and button-up polo shirt.

Just as Pheonix ruffled his hair into the position Mateo liked it. Noah checked his watch and clicked his tongue, “Alright, let's get you upstairs, boss will be waiting.” Pheonix nodded silently, fiddling with his shaking hands.

Mateo’s eyes lit up as he saw his lucky charm, “Ah, mi amor! Look at you!” Pheonix looked down at the carpet. “Oh, come here, sit on my lap for a second!” When Pheonix didn't move, Noah shoved him forward. Pheonix stumbled into Mateo’s arms. Mateo chuckled and squeezed Pheonix, propping him properly onto his lap.

“Now, today I’m bringing you out for our one week anniversary! But first I need to set some ground rules. First of all, you will only speak when I say that you can, fail to do so, let's just say, Aurora and I will have our fun with you.” Phoenix gulped and Mateo ran his possessive hand through Pheonix’s hair.

“That punishment goes with all of the rules. I will have an earpiece so if I leave you alone, I get to hear every single word you say. If you are well behaved, you get a day off from the casino, understood?”

Pheonix nodded quickly, “Yes sir.” Mateo smiled, “Good. Now, Noah, you will drive us over there and I’ll bring you back something, got it?” Noah nodded and went to fetch his coat. Pheonix dared a look over to Martín who was scowling at him from the corner of the room.

Sammy was in the other room playing with the playstation with some other gang members that Pheonix did not know the names of. Mateo snapped his fingers in front Pheonix, “Amor, you ready to go?” Pheonix nodded, “Y-yeah, but where are we going.” Mateo grinned, “Now that, that is a surprise mi pájaro.” Pheonix gulped, “P-please-”

“-Ah, ah, ah, I wanted to have a fun night with you, so, you can either go and have some fun or I’ll see how many whip lashings it would take to make you scream. Which one would you prefer?” Phoenix cleared his throat, “The um, the first one.”

Mateo smiled, “That's what I thought.”

Noah was ordered to pull the car over about ten minutes away from wherever they were going. Pheonix was in the back, hands tied with zip ties. Mateo opened the passenger seat and got out, doing his usual handshake with Noah, “Volveremos en unas horas.” Noah nodded and winked, “Disfrútala.”

Mateo hauled Pheonix out of the backseat. Mateo was dressed smartly in a proper tux and his dark grey hair was spiked up with just the right ratio of jell to not make it look messy.

“Ah, there you are mi amor!” He took out his pocket knife and cut the zip ties, freeing Pheonix’s bound arm. Pheonix hissed as rubbed his aching wrists.

Mateo slid a possessive arm around Pheonix, not allowing him any space, “come one, we’ll be late!” Late? Where the hell were they going???

They walked along a river that stretched through the busy city. Pheonix was shocked that he was allowed to be here but then the threats came back to him. Pheonix looked at the lake, the ducks quaking happily. The seagulls flapped their wings above the trees and the swans glided elegantly along the water.

Mateo chuckled as he watched Pheonix’s eyes studied the scene. It had been a while since he had been outside Pheonix almost felt as if he could cry. No, not in front of that man beside him. That man whose smile wouldn't twitch after killing a man.

They stopped in front of a bright lighted restaurant, Pheonix looked over at Mateo. “Happy one-week anniversary mi amor!” Pheonix gulped, “Do I get t-to eat?” Mateo chuckled, “Of course, now come on, I have a good reputation here, let's not ruin that!”

Mateo guided Pheonix inside. It was loud as people chatted and laughed. There was some soft piano music playing. Pheonix closed his eyes, focusing on the soft notes as Mateo told the reservation name. The waitress smiled, “Perfect! Welcome back Mateo, we have to boot booked just for you!”

Mateo returned the smile and guided Pheonix, following the waitress, making Pheonix flinch as he was interrupted from his nirvana. They sat at the booth, only meters away from the piano. Pheonix studied the pianist. His black curly hair brushed against his head as he played the piano passionately.

Pheonix was interrupted again by Mateo snapping his fingers again. “Hey, pájaro, do I have competition?” Pheonix blinked a few times, “Oh, um no, sorry.” Mateo smiled, “No worries, I know I’m better than him anyway.” Pheonix looked at the oak table.

“You like the music?” Pheonix nodded quickly, eyes glued on the table. “Ah, good, maybe we can say hello to them after our dinner, hm?” Pheonix looked over again at the pianist, there was a man who sat right behind the pianist, only centimetres away. Before he got lost in his thoughts again, the waitress came over.

“Hiya! What can I get for ya?” Pheonix’s head snapped up to Matteo who smiled, “Hi…. Stephanie, for the starters I’ll have the caviar blinis and Pheonix here will have… hmm, actually, we can share the starters, wouldn't want to waste our hunger on starters when there are two more courses! Hm?” Pheonix gulped and nodded.

“For mains, we will both have a steak, medium rare, and dessert, hmm the raspberry ripple cheesecake please!” Stephanie scribbled the order down quickly in her notepad and smiled, “Perfect! Can I get any drinks to start?”

Mateo looked up at Pheonix, realising he didn't know Pheonix’s age, “Just two waters, thank you.” The waitress left and Mateo rested his foot gently over Pheonix’s, Pheonix looked up. “You're doing good mi amor!” Pheonix forced a smile, “Thanks, um, thank you for bringing me here.”

“And you're being grateful! Oh my, I was going to save this for later, but -ah heck, here you go.” Mateo produced a neatly wrapped parcel with black wrapping paper. Pheonix eyed it suspiciously and looked at Mateo, encouraging him to open it.

Pheonix sighed and slowly unwrapped the small gift. There was a box which he slowly opened, revealing a ring. His heart stopped and his face blanched. Mateo chuckled, “Oh, don't you worry, I'm not asking you to marry me.. Yet.” Pheonix gulped and took out the ring. There was a black snake on it. “Here, let me put it on for you.” Mateo took the ring and Pheonix’s hand. He gently put the ring on Pheonix’s thumb, “Now look at that, don't you look beautiful!”

The night went on and the music continued, different classical songs were played. Most of them Pheonix never heard before. At some point after dessert, Mateo went to the bathroom, leaving Pheonix alone in the booth. He pulled at his ear nervously and fidgeted with his ring. Of course, that bastard gave him a ring with a fucking snake on it.

Before the two of them left, Mateo guided Pheonix over towards the pianist and the other man. “Walter! It's a pleasure to finally meet you!” Pheonix looked up at Mateo, confused. Had he met that man before?

“So this must be Gabriel?” Walter put a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder and he immediately stopped playing, “S-sorry,” He blushed. Mateo smiled, “No worries, my boy Pheonix has a special eye for you.” Pheonix blushed and looked at the ground as he felt Gabriel’s eye on him. Walter chuckled, “Well, I can't say the same, I think Gabriel prefers the other gender, but I’d say he likes the attention.”

Mateo smiled, “Listen, while you're out here in the city, can I offer you a drink?”

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My tagist:

@jordanstrophe XD @milk-carton-offical @as-a-matter-of-whump@yesthisiswhump @kixngiggles

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@alien-octopus @lave-whump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @hamiltonwhumpdump @just-another-whumper @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @approach-me-and-ill-cry

[vesperstalksclones]

Ok so @captainrexisboo was talking to people about Rex and cinnamon flavored mouth wash, which made this amazeballs art happen by @samrubio and that got me thinking about clones and tasty flavors.... and I'm a dirty hoe... and this fell out of my Brain:

Peppermint Playtime

(or something like that)

*I'm sorry, I cannot for the life of me figure out how to do a "read more" line with my phone. Please forgive me.

*Kix x gender neutral reader

*Filth filth filth, Kix gets his brain sucked out thru his peepee, and things get crazy there is a little finger walking of the dirt trail. Just saying.

Have fun!!

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Kix had excused himself to go search out some food, allowing you the first bit of privacy You'd had in four days.

You'd been dispatched to Torrent squadron after the 501st had discovered a hidden slave camp tucked into the dense jungles of this gods-forsaken planet, the occupants suffering terribly from malnutrition and exposure. Tending wounded troopers as well as suffering civilians was more than he was equipped for, so the chief medical officer had dispatched you and a transport of supplies to fill the need. Kix had arched a brow at the nat-born medical technician he'd been landed with, chuckled at your name, Magik' (left over from university when you could repeat practically all of Magik's Anatomy Atlas verbatim) and within the hour was eye-fucking you from the table where he was irrigating infected wounds. Quite the romantic first meeting.

Truth be told, even the difficulty of a four day grind in the field ward couldn't blind you to how damn beautiful the trooper was. They were all made from the same man… but Kix seemed… more, somehow. His amber eyes seemed to burn with more gold and his hair was an inker ebony… his lips more plush and his lilting baritone voice richer. You might have indulged in a great deal of reciprocal eye fucking.

Now, in the privacy of his little cubby hole, you shed your filthy clothes, adding them to the growing pile and dug out your precious pouch of wipes and a spray bottle of saniwash. Metered showers on the Venator sucked. Wipes sucked far more. But you were sweaty and tired and the massaging of the towel bath was marvelously soothing after the grind. You scrubbed yourself down thoroughly, sighing at the cool air kissing at your skin as you ran your palms over your chest and belly to whisk away any remaining moisture. Stooping, you retrieved the used cloths and straightened, your eyes locking with the wide eyed stare of the medic who had appeared out of nowhere and was watching you a little slack jawed. 

Your insides jumped, but outwardly you remained cool, tilting your head coyly at him.

"Kix… how long have you been standing there?" 

A look of panic crossed his face and he gritted his teeth, the spell suddenly broken by the sound of your voice. 

"Not… not too long…. I didn't see… I…" he stammered. You couldn't help but adore his bashfulness, even as the two of you had stared across more naked bodies in the past few days than you'd care to count. 

"Oh, stop. Get over here, you need to clean up!" 

He shuffled forward, discarding the food packets he'd brought before drawing himself up in front of you, training his eyes somewhere above your head. 

"I can help… If you want me to."

His eyes snapped down to yours, surprise painting his features… but also maybe… eagerness?

"If that's ok…" You continued, nodding innocently as your lips pursed.

He nodded, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small grin.

You tucked your fingers under the hem of his blacks, tugging the shirt up until his navel peeked out.

"Look, Kix… It's been a shitty couple of days and I just… I really want to put my hands on something healthy and … " You shuddered as you pressed your palms against the muscles of his abdomen. "... gorgeous."

He nodded again, the corner of his mouth creeping high into smirk, realizing what you were getting at and immensely enjoying the idea. You pulled the shirt the rest of the way off, and he hiked a booted foot up onto a container, working at loosening the shinguards. Not wanting to waste time you worked at his back, marveling at how the droplets of the wash collected on the rippled bronze muscles and the prickles that rose wherever your nails scraped at him while you scrubbed. He threw up the other boot to be loosened as you kneaded at his shoulders, pulling a groan from the medic's lips. You rubbed the tension away until he straightened and stepped out of the armored boots, now clad only in the black tights. 

Grabbing the wash he hurriedly got to scrubbing his chest, eager to get business finished and move on to other things. Never to be the shy one, you cupped your palms over his hips, pressing yourself against his back, and rolling your hips against his ass, eliciting a small noise of approval. He was getting to work on his face when your fingers dipped down the front of his thighs and came together in the front, molding over the growing bulge in his pants. 

"Oh hell… " he groaned, canting his hips forward to press against your palms. "That's not helping."

"Then hurry up, Sir."

He growled low in his throat, dragging his pants down to hurriedly scrub himself as your fingers played at his abdominals, scratching little trails around his hips and scooping handfuls of his firm rear.

"Fucking Maker, you're beautiful." You whisper harshly, nipping at his shoulder. 

Kix clawed his tights the rest of the way off, with a grunt and spun to face you. His arm slipped around your waist and crushed you against his belly, his other hand fisting in your hair and gripping it snugly. 

" What did you want Magik, that you're so damn eager for?" He jerked your head lightly with the fist. "You think I didn't see you looking at me the last few days?" He brushed his lips against yours, holding you back when you stretched to kiss him. "What were you thinking about?"

Your nails were digging into his arms, the tension that hung over the two of you was nearly palpable. You were both exhausted and strung out and really needed something good and mind blowing to force you into a few hours of blissful slumber. 

"I want your cock… I want you in my mouth. I want your hands in my hair, and I want you to loose your damn mind."

"Fuck yes." He growled, slanting his lips over yours, groaning harshly as he thrust his tongue in your mouth, caressing at yours and exploring your warmth. 

You pushed him away and he let you go, your teeth scraping down his neck as you left. You dropped to your knees, pushing him back against the crates harshly and pressed your lips to his middle, leaving searing kisses and licks as you worked your way towards your prize. You were nuzzling at the crease of his thigh, his hard erection bumping at your cheek when you had a thought. He'd worked so damn hard to save those people… why not make things a bit more special for him. You scrambled to the side and dug in the pocket of your smock. He watched you curiously as you unearthed your tin of peppermints and scooped a bunch on to your tongue. You crunched them quickly, shuddering at the intensity of the mentholated chill they brought. Grabbing one of the cold beverages he brought, you slunk back before him and met his eyes with a naughty look in your own. 

"You worried about your breath?" He asked, confusion plain on his face. 

You shrugged and smiled sweetly. "No… but you should be."

His brows raised as you dipped your head towards his member, curling your tongue along his shaft, smiling at his moan of defeat. 

He ran his fingers through your hair before fisting them firmly, holding you tightly as you set to work. You spread your lips over the head, the velvety softness of the skin dragging against yours. A bead of pre-come had swelled at the tip and you ran your tongue through it, teasing at the tiny opening there as his breath hitched. Wetting your mouth thoroughly you slid him past your lips and on to your tongue, sucking experimentally at the mouthful as Kix shuddered above you. 

Flicking your eyes up to his, you found his mouth agape, his golden eyes locked on your face, the point of contact, memorizing the sight of his cock disappearing into you. 

"Is that good, Ad'ika? Take more…"

You pull away and plant a sloppy kiss to the head, before enveloping him again and pushing forward, taking more of his length with each bob of your head. His hands gripped tighter, pushing you forward firmly and you knew what he was wanting. You swallowed around him, shoving him deeply into your throat until your head spun and your nose brushed his abdomen and your shoulders shook as your body fought to reject his length. Fortunately a calm head and a lazy gag reflex kept things smooth and you slipped away, only to press forward again, swallowing him whole. 

Kix was gasping overhead, watching you have your way with him, satisfying your own craving even as he was the one who would surely benefit more. 

"Fuck… Magik! That feels …" his voice cracked in the middle of the sentence. "Stars… that's amazing! It feels… agh!" 

You ran your nails over his hips and thighs as you worked and he arched against you. Rolled his testicles between your fingers as you stroked the heavy sack, giggling at the stutter it put in his hips. You fumbled for the odds and ends you had deposited on the floor, dipping your fingers into a bit of oil You'd snatched from the clinic. 

Pulling away, you coaxed him to sit on the crates, leaned back and relaxed, and hooked a palm behind his knee, propping his leg high. 

He chuckled nervously. "Where is this going, Mag?"

"Trust me, doll. I think you'll like this." 

You sunk back down, taking him in your mouth again, your oily fingers smoothed behind his balls and crept back between the cheeks of his ass. He squirmed under your touch, his breaths occasionally turning into little whimpers as you swallowed him down, the sloppy noises of your spit soaked lips making an obscene symphony in the modest space. He trembled when your fingertips brushed against his entrance, the oil making the touch slick and soft as satin. You timed gentle strokes with the motion of your lips, listening closely to his pants and gasps for any hint that he wasn't enjoying himself. 

Seizing the moment,, you slipped a finger in to him up to the second knuckle. 

"Fucking!... Stars… ah!" He arched up his hands flying to clench the edges of the crate and you felt him tighten around you. 

You pull away from his cock, with a wet noise, gently caressing him. 

"Do you want me to stop, sugar?" 

"N.. n.. no!" He positively whined the word, giving himself over to you willingly.

You kissed his thigh and dove back on his member, fucking him sweetly with your mouth and your hand as he moaned and squirmed under your ministrations.

Maybe he thought he was the one in charge, but the beautiful man was your plaything for the moment and hearing him whimper and cry had your insides twisting, your own muscles clenching around emptiness in anticipation.

"Magik! Kriffing Maker Ad'ika … I need…" the words broke off in a sob as you slid your finger out of him.

"What do you need, Beautiful? Tell me.." You whisper, stroking his weeping cock with your free hand, watching his muscled abs gather so that he could thrust against your fist.

"I need to come… I'm close… please, please Ad'ika!"

You smile at the warmth his words bring, wanting more than anything else to see him fall apart from your touch. You drop your mouth over his head, drawing circles with your tongue as your hand pumps his length, the other dipping into your drinking cup and finding a tiny smooth bit of ice.

If he liked the cool on his cock… well..

You raised your head to watch as your fingers slipped to his ass and pressed the bit of ice inside him.

You heard the creak of the crates as his fingers clamped down, saw his pupils shrink to pinpoints and he exploded against your lips, body bowing into the air as a scream ripped from his chest. The climax rippled through him, setting the great muscles in his thighs quivering as ropes of hot spend splashed across your face and neck.

You'd expected it… just not so much!

Pleasantly pleased with yourself, you sat stroking his thighs as the sensations of release ricocheted around within him, making themselves known with little shudders and breathy gasps. 

It wasn't long before he relaxed and quieted, panting softly in the afterglow of his release and he raised his head, searching you with a dazed expression. 

"Hi there handsome. Welcome back."

"You…. Kriffing… what the hell are you?

He gasped out, looking half pleased and half afraid.

You shrugged.

"A discerning collector of orgasms. And yours, Sir, was superb."

He rolled from the crate with a groan, gaining his feet slowly, before pulling you up with him. Sharing in childish giggles, he apologized as he helped to clean your face, before pulling you down to the sleeping palette with a grin.

"Two can play at this game, Ad'ika."