#tart squawks back

[sourspaghetty]

Trick or treat! :D

gummy gator 4 u :3

[obeythebutler]

Hi! I'm new to your blog so I apologize if I mess anything up.

Could I request MC surprising the brothers with a feast they accidentally cooked up because they were worried that there worried that their wouldn't be enough food for the brothers?

It's 7:30am and his brother still aren't ready for RAD.

Hell, they haven't even stepped down for breakfast. Even Beel, never the one to miss it is missing.

Did all his brothers decide to skip today's classes? Were they orchestrating some other useless prank?

Lucifer stares at his watch, waiting. If they don't come down in the next five minutes he's going to leave them at home and give them detention. Maybe he'll have to pull Mammon out of his bed again, or carry Belphegor down the stairs.

The thought of dragging his brothers like sacks of potatoes down the stairs makes his head ache. It’s always been like this, him caving in so easily to his brothers demands, being so lax on them.

The saving grace is the human exchange student.

MC.

They're on breakfast duty today, and Lucifer can smell the pleasant hint of roasted hellfire mushrooms. Cinnamon too. They've always been a diligent person when it comes to their work.

Unlike his brothers.

Sigh.

"If you all don't hurry up, the food is going to get cold!" Their voice rings from the kitchen, and Lucifer opens his mouth to give one last reprimand to his brothers, to hurry up and come down before he drags them.

There's a blur besides him then, a flurry of moment that messes up his perfectly styled hair.

"Food cooked by the human! I call dibs on it, I'm the great Mammon after all!"

The eldest gawks at his brother, perhaps in disbelief or surprise, and then fixes his hair in resignation. Whatever makes him be on time, his scoldings or MC's voice.

Lucifer rolls his shoulders, steps forward to get into the dining hall instead of the hallway, but then he senses footsteps on the stairs. Five pairs of shoes, each distinguishable from the other.

His brothers are a blur as they surpass him to get to the dining hall.

What the—

At this point, all the man can do is to slap his palm on his forehead.

They won't listen to him, but they'll willingly rush to the dining hall when MC calls, huh? For the sake of hell and everything that is corrupted, they're such simps that its intolerable to watch.

As soon as he steps in though, Lucifer is rendered speechless by the sight in front of him. So are the brothers.

There's just.....so many plates of food. Creamed Bonnacon, Devil Zebra Bacon Sandwich, Hell Pancakes, and that doesn't even cover it. Blood Strawberries, Caramel Shadow Tart, Ghost Watermelon....It's a feast fit for a banquet, and it must have taken so much time to cook all that...

"T-That's......that's just like that anime! Where the main character cooks up a feast for their roommates because they didn't want them to go hungry so they woke up at the crack of—"

"Shut yer mouth Levi." Mammon says, although there is no irritation in his tone as he gapes at the dining table. He can spot some of his favorite foods, given that there are plates and plates of them. He mentioned some of his favorite things to eat to MC long time back, but he didn't think that they would remember.

The fourth-born has a smile on his face now, as he stares at the cat drawn on his pancake with blueberry syrup. It's so cute.

He remembers MC placing some pots and utensils on the table the night before, stating that it would be less time-consuming in mornings given the rush.

His cheeks feel hot.

"Now, darling, that is quite a feast you have cooked up for us!" Asmodeus hangs behind MC's shoulder as he compliments them. There is still flour on their cheeks, and so he wipes it away from them using his thumb, earning squawks of protest from both Levi and Mammon. "Thank you so much! This is soo going on Devilgram!"

"I thought the usual wouldn't be enough," They mumble, nervously shifting their gaze from the brothers to the table. Asmo's weight on their shoulders is a comfortable one, yet the intense scrutiny they are subjected to makes them want to hide away. "Next thing I knew was that I kept adding and adding ingredients until I realised what I did. So you better finish it all."

Belphegor giggles. "That won't be a problem." He can sense his twin's growing hunger at the sight of the feast before him, and food does taste better when cooked by your loved ones. The demon is glad that he chose to be on time today.

Wait, Beel was right besides him, he isn't here....

"Woah—" MC can only stumble out the words as they are caught off guard when pulled into a hug by the sixth born. He's tall, and so warm. "Easy there!"

"Thank you MC!" Beel's voice is full of happiness, and he can't help but hug them for it. He knows his gluttony is a lot to handle, and it causes a lot of trouble for others, but them going out of their way to make extra efforts and ensuring that he and his brothers won't go hungry makes him feel loved.

He'll wait this time, to eat with MC.

"At what time did you wake up to cook all of this?"

You turn your head towards Satan, who is now besides you. Gazing at you ever so softly. "I woke up around three, couldn't sleep since I had drunk a lot of coffee the night before."

"Your sleep schedule will be messed up if you continue," He reprimands you, but his tone is light.

"Thank you for ensuring that we all don't go hungry though." Lucifer smiles as he says that.

Maybe this is what home is.

You and the brothers, cooking too much and enjoying it nevertheless. Casual conversation drifting across the table, with Hell coffee as bitter as ever, packing some for Purgatory Hall residents and leaving together for RAD as the gates to the house close behind you all in remembrance.

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I'm surprised by all the love for Childhood Friends Reader x Doffy but also I feel like a winner. Take that, discord buddies.

I want to write at least the first few chapters before publishing anything just to see if I'm good at it or not.

Here is some 17-year-old Doffy with 15-year-old Reader. He is great at Spanish but sucks at French at this age (he's still learning 🥺)

Doflamingo was lounging on the chair, his legs extended, feet sitting on the round, small table of the restaurant, his hands folded behind his back, swaying back and forth on the chair.

One day, fate would have enough of his games and the chair would tip over and the goof would fall. You had a camera ready for that day.

You were doing prep for the evening dinner, wondering what dessert to put on the menu on the chalkboard outside.

"Hey, can we have a quickie tonight?" asked Doflamingo curiously.

You dropped your knife, and almost cut your finger off by doing it. Your heart raced wildly as your mind raced even faster, by the teen pirate’s suggestion.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck - you thought, freaking out.

Your face was so red it would make the Red Line pale in comparison.

"You know, that delicious tart thing,” said Doflamingo, beaming at you, like you didn't experience a full system shutdown at the ripe old age of fifteen.

The confusion and panic faded very fast after that, replaced by embarrassment.

“It's a quiche, you moron!" you shrieked, and as per usual, grabbed the closest thing in vicinity and threw it at him.

Doflamingo squawked in surprise when the box of butter came flying at him. His fingers controlling the strings wrapped around the stool's hind legs twitched.

Uh-oh, was the final thought Doflamingo had before the chair tipped over, and his overly large, gangly body went down, crashing to the wooden floor.

At least the butter missed him. That thing hurts.

Your shocked gasp was music to his ears, and he faked a pained groan while grinning from ear to ear.

“Doffy!” you cried, running out from behind the bar to the large heap of limbs that was your best friend.

You gathered his head in your lap, “Doffy, are you okay? Wake up! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't die!"

"I might from suffocation," gasped Doflamingo, despite your hug not really hurting.

There was another gasp from you, this one of relief.

"I thought you shattered your skull!” you cried, hugging him tight.

A swell of warmth spread through Doflamingo, and he raised his arms, hugging you back — you were so tiny in his arms now, but he liked it, he liked being big for you — gently patting your back as you rambled incohrenetly.

How cute.

If you thinking he got hurt meant you hugging him this close, practically stuffing his face into your breasts, your hands cradling his head and your gentle fingers caressing his hair, maybe Doflamingo should whine about the rare little injuries he gets more often.

“I can't shatter my skull,” said Doflamingo, smirking, enjoying the embrace. “Because I’m a string man!”

He laughed at his own pun, and loved hearing your giggles join in.

I just think all the teenage chars with material-based Devil Fruits were doing that "Because I'm (insert material of Devil Fruit here)" during their teenage years because it was the cool thing to say in their minds.

Much love to all the anons, and to you, Snail.❤️❤️

- Yandere Doffy Anon

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

(we can have anything you want, king).

I love this childhood friend au. Drop the Ao3 link, my darling. I want EVERYTHING you write for them 😭😭

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special {harry potter}

requested by anon: it's harry's birthday and you decide to take him to the beach to celebrate

character: harry potter x female reader

Harry didn't expect anything for his birthdays, a sad habit he'd learned from growing up with the Dursleys', he never expected nor wanted anything, he was content enough. Especially now that he had killed Voldemort once and for all and all was well in Hogwarts and in the Wizarding World.

It was just a few weeks previous had he been successful and Harry's world became a whirlwind of interviews, photoshoots and parties. Ron had clapped him on the back at one point, 'Get used to the parties, mate, cause you're 18 soon and that'll be the best one yet'. But Harry refused point blank.

"No parties, no photos, no presents... I just want a lie in. That's all I want."

Being Harry's girlfriend, you wanted to do something or give him something to celebrate but you knew how tired he was, how exhausted he was and how stressed he'd been for the last seven years so you decided to plan a little surprise trip. Nothing strenuous or wild, just a nice day out.

You let him sleep for as long as he wanted, it was his day and there was absolutely no rush to hurry him up. He looked so peaceful as he slept, no worries, no stresses. You stroked back his hair, pressing a delicate kiss to his forehead careful not to wake him before heading downstairs to prepare.

You were going to take Harry to the beach. He'd mentioned to you before that the one thing he always wanted as a child was to go to the seaside on a hot day, have a picnic, swim in the sea and build a sandcastle. He'd never had that growing up and he just wanted a normal slice of childhood so you were taking him to do all of those things.

Downstairs, you were preparing a picnic basket full of Harry's favourite foods to take with you. Chocolate frogs, pumpkin pasties, bacon sandwiches which were charmed to stay warm, strawberry tarts, sausage rolls, a small birthday cake, tea and apple juice. As you finished packing the basket, you grabbed a few more items and with a click, you apparated.

You landed safely on the beach to where you'd already set up a little gazebo type set up with a canopy, a picnic blanket and now you had the basket to go with it. You set the basket up and also took the buckets and spades you'd brought to lay them out. You had two towels set up for after swimming too. Everything was perfect.

You apparated back just in time for Harry to wake up and come downstairs. He padded over to you, wrapping strong arms around your body from behind as he rested his head on your shoulder, "There's the birthday boy," you said with a smile, turning to kiss his temple, "How'd you sleep?"

"So good," Harry yawned, "I needed that."

You turned to him, smiling up at his green eyes, "I have a little something planned. I know you didn't want anything big or expensive so it's not, I promise. It's something for the two of us, just us." Harry eyed you suspiciously but the corners of his mouth twitched letting you know that he wasn't annoyed, "Go get ready, no rush so take your time."

Fifteen minutes later and he was ready, "You promise it's not a party?" He said as you held his hand to apparate.

"I promise."

Click.

When Harry opened his eyes, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. The seagulls squawked from above as the waves crashed into the rocks. The sun was warm on his skin and the gazebo that you'd set up looked perfect. He looked at you with the warmest of expressions, so full of awe, love and gratitude.

"You remembered," Harry murmured softly as he wrapped you in the tightest hug, "I... I love you so much."

"I've got everything; a picnic of your favourite foods, buckets and spades to build sandcastles, I've got us swimming costumes and towels to go in the sea," you said pulling back to gesture to everything, "you like it?"

"I love it."

The two of you started with the picnic, finishing almost everything in the basket before you moved to build sandcastles. Harry was loving every single second of this. For about an hour, he build sandcastles, creating his own version of Hogwarts. You adored watching the way his eyes lit up with joy and loved hearing the laughter that came from him. He had no worries, no stress; he was just having fun.

He kept pulling you in for tight hugs, telling you how much he appreciated this over and over again, thanking you with kisses and praise. He couldn't believe that this was real and this was happening. Harry had craved this ever since he was a young boy and now, at 18, he finally had it. He smiled over at you, watching as you carved some details into the sandcastle Hogwarts, you were helping him to heal his inner child one day at a time.

The sun was hot, beating down on the two of you, so quickly you scrambled up and started running, yelling behind you, "Last one to the sea has to eat a Ton-Tongue-Toffee!" Harry's laughter bellowed behind you as he started chasing you, feet fighting hard against the sand that so desperately tried to pull him down a few centimetres. You narrowly made it to the sea first, just by mere inches, as Harry's arms reached out and grabbed you around the waist, tugging you around as you laughed loudly. The two of you stumbled but managed to keep your balance as you waded in together, "Ha! You have to eat a Ton-Tongue-Toffee!"

Harry was quick to shake his head, "Absolutely not. I remember Dudley ate one after the twins dropped one in Privet Drive and oh my god, it was horrible, hilarious but horrible. Mr Weasley tried for about 15 minutes to help but my aunt and uncle refused. Eventually they let him but absolutely not."

The two of you spent a long time enjoying the water, swimming, using your wand to blow bubble bursts to push the other back, causing whirlpools to spin around in... Your laughter was loud as the two of you played in the sea. Harry watched as you plucked up some cool shells from the under your feet and showed him proudly. He'd never had a day like this, never experienced true happiness like this. Harry waded over to you and planted a hard kiss on your lips, "I love you so much for this," he murmured against your lips as you giggled.

The temperature started to cool as the sun began to set so you and Harry left the water, shooting blasts of hot air at each other to hurry up the drying process as you made your way back to the gazebo. Harry conjured up small fireballs and dotted them around the two of you to keep warm as you grabbed the blankets and set them up. The two of you lay down as you watched the sunset in silence. He was so grateful for you.

After years of torment, stress, fear and death, now, now things were okay. Things were happy now. You'd both lost a lot in the last few years but there was one thing that was certain; you and Harry were a team. Years of not being able to relax or take his foot off of 'go' and now he could, now he could rest and relax and just enjoy life like he should've been able to this whole time.

Harry was too preoccupied to notice what you were up to, hands twiddling and fidgeting. It wasn't until you were finished, holding up two matching string and seashell bracelets that he realised, "Happy birthday, Harry." Your grin was wide as was his, he happily took it and you tied it around his wrist and then he helped with yours, "I know it's not the best-"

"(y/n), it's the best present I've ever had," he told you honestly, "I love it. Thank you." You settled back into his arms once again as you relaxed again. The sun had set and Harry knew that it was time to go before it got too cold and before the tide came fully in. Selfishly, he wanted to stay. He wanted to stay here, with you in his arms, forever just in your own little bubble.

You seemed to sense his apprehensiveness about leaving, "We can come back," you suggested quietly, "it's summer so it'll still be nice and hot for a good month or two. Would you like that?"

Harry nodded with a smile, "God, yes."

So the two of you packed everything away, using the charm Hermione taught Harry to make the picnic basket bigger on the inside so that everything fit into it and you and Harry stood, hand in hand waiting for him to apparate the two of you. Harry spared one last look around before click and the two of you were back home in 12 Grimmauld Place.

You stretched out your tired muscles, it had been a lovely but long day, so you left the picnic basket on the kitchen table, you'd get it in the morning, and the two of you headed upstairs to bed. Once changed into your pyjamas, you slid under the cool sheets as Harry lay down beside you. You curled into him, smelling the salt from the sea on his skin, "Happy birthday, Harry," you whispered quietly, already feeling the tendrils of sleep reach out to take hold of you, "We've to go to the Weasley's tomorrow. You didn't really think Molly would let you not have a birthday cake and presents, did you?"

He didn't mind. He was on cloud nine, "Thank you for today," he said softly, "today meant more to me than I can ever tell you." He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and then you were sound asleep.

Harry was awake for another while after that. He found the excitement of the day had him awake, replaying building sandcastles and having a picnic and chasing you to the sea... He loved every single second of it and wanted to live in this moment forever, this perfect content bubble of happiness.

Eventually, Harry closed his eyes and fell asleep with a smile on his face and all was well.

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The Witcher Headcanon (Modern Au) - Error 404 Brain Not Found: Bonus Scene - Part 22

"You. You streaked through the Temple of Melitele?" Jaskier asked in disbelief as he steered his character away from an obstacle on the race track.

Geralt nodded.

Jaskier and Lambert guffawed and promptly crashed.

They both wailed in disappoinment as Yennefer's go cart zoomed past them.

Geralt: You don't believe me?

Jaskier: Seems a little sus to me. Like you would have the balls to run naked in the Temple and risk the Priestess' wrath!"

Geralt: I do, and I did. In broad daylight. Do you have the balls to streak in broad daylight?

Jaskier: I'll show you balls! *already taking off clothes*

Geralt: *stands and starts stripping*

Yennefer: :O

Lambert: You two better not be gonna f**k right in front of us!"

Yennefer: "Where are you going????"

Geralt and Jaskier ignored her question as they made for the font door.

"You're not--don't you dare go outside like tha--!"

Yennefer watched helplessly as her two bucka** naked friends disappeared out the front door and ran off.

By the time she reached the door, all she saw was a glimpse of a**cheeks and dangly bits bouncing through the front yard.

Oh, gods, this was it. They were both going to show up on an internet search with a blue dot! Welp, time to start packing!

Jaskier is giggling as he and Geralt run across the font yard. This is so much fun! The thrill of doing something that could get you into trouble it you got caught!

Ow! What the h*ll did I just step on?

I think I just bruised my heel!

F**K, my toe!

Ew, this driveway is really hard!

Geralt, how are you just running on the concrete barefoot like that?? Doesn't it hurt?

Why did I have to have such a big front yard?

Melitele's tits, Geralt, check out my d*ck!

Jaskier is running along, and it's just sort of... spinning in front of him. Like a propeller. They look like a pair of f***ing airplanes!

He can't help it, he has to make airplane noises now!

Geralt grabs him and quickly hauls him to the front door. Time to get back inside!

The fun turned to panic when they discovered the front door was locked.

Geralt tapped on the window rapidly, while Jaskier nervously kept a lookout.

He waved and gestured frantically at Yennefer and Lambert, who were still in the living room, playing games. Lambert straight up just gave him the finger, then went back to playing.

Geralt pushed Jaskier to the window so he could make puppy eyes at Yennefer.

It worked! She was getting up!

Yennefer walked over to the window, smiled, then drew the curtains. Lambert howled with laughter when Yennefer just casually closed the curtains. F**k, that had been so perfectly executed!

He'd seen the hope light up their desperate faces as she'd walked over. And then, the killing stroke! Bam!

The witch was more fun than he'd given her credit for!

Geralt and Jaskier quickly retreated to the relative safety of the backyard. They rushed straight to the back door, only to find it locked as well.

"They locked us out! " Jaskier squealed in lowercase.

"Mother f***ing Lambert!", Geralt growled. "I told you this was a bad idea!"

"What?!" Jaskier squawked, offended, "Are, are you blaming me for this?"

"Yes! It was all your idea! 'DeR, LeT mE sHoW eVeRyOnE mY bAllS !"

"aH dOoN't SoUnD LiKe ThAt!"

Jaskier jumped at Geralt.

Geralt danced off the porch, twisting out of the way as Jaskier tried to grab him. He pulled his hand back and slapped Jaskier's a**cheek as he stumbled past.

Jaskier's hands flew to his a** as he yelped, "Ow! You-you b**tart!" He spun to the side as Geralt swatted at him, trying to get the other cheek, and kicked him in the shin.

"Ow, you little f**ker!"

Jaskier's smug laugh turned into a little shriek as Geralt lunged at him.

The neighbor, one elderly Mrs. Biddlecombe, became aware of a quiet ruckus as she stood at her kitchen sink, washing up a few dishes. She took a quick look out of the window at the sink...

Goodness! Mrs. Yennefer's men were fighting outside!

And oh, my, they were in the nuddy!

*Puts on glasses*

Yes, they were very, very naked! Good gracious, they were rolling in the grass. Arms and legs and...bits were going in every direction!

Someone should really do something!

Yes.

Someone should stop them before one of them got hurt.

Look at all that gleaming skin and heaving muscle!

Goodness, someone should really do something.

Maybe offer them sunscreen so they don't get sunburned...

Mrs. Biddlecombe nearly ascended into heaven when the big, burly (and did she mention naked?) Witcher sat on the pretty, well-muscled bard (who, did she mention was also very naked?), and pinned his hands above his head with one massive hand.

Jaskier kneed Geralt in the a** and managed to pitch him off with a mighty heave. But Geralt was not about to let him get away. He grabbed Jaskier around the waist and yanked him back. Jaskier began doing a weird, repetitive lunging motion, trying to break Geralt's grip...

Mrs. Biddlecombe removed her glasses, cleaned them on her apron, then put them back on.

Melitele, preserve me!

Yennefer and Lambert were on the couch giggling about locking Geralt and Jaskier out, when Yennefer's phone rang.

"Yes? Hello, Mrs. Biddlecombe--! I--! They're in the backyard?" *Stifled snort*

"In the nuddy, you say?" *Smothered giggle*

"And they're fighting--! Not fighting? They're--! Oh. OH!"

Lambert saw the amusement bleed out of Yennefer's face as she stood up in shock. She rushed to the kitchen window and looked out to see them in the middle of the back yard, in front of the gods and everybody, looking like two dogs hate f***ing.

"Yes, Mrs. Biddlecome, I'll handle it immediately! Yes, ma'am, you go ahead and have a lie-down. Yes. Yes, he does have a very nice bum."

Yennefer raced outside, turned the garden faucet on, and proceeded to spray Geralt and Jaskier with the hose. Mrs. Biddlecombe got a nice encore performance as Jaskier and Geralt rolled and slipped in the grass, taken by surprise by the spray.

They were marched to the back porch, muddy and speckled with grass, and made to stand on the steps while Yennefer hosed them off.

The show ended with a lovely view of two sets of glistening a**cheeks bouncing inside.

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Helloo if req is open may you write a platonic tk fic between rin and sae if it is posible? Thank you so much!

Oh my god YES! :D These two need it, I swear! Okay so; general heads up: I'm exclusively an anime watcher when it comes to Blue Lock- meaning I don't really know how these two's relationship stands or what goes down during/post the whole U-20 arc; I just know they deserve to be happy. I hope you like it! :D

CW: Swearing, angst with a happy ending, sass, possible OOC-ness of the characters (I tried to keep it as close to their canon personalities as possible but yeah), Spoilers for Sae and Rin's backstory- kinda. Not full detailed ones but I'll tag accordingly anyway

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@myreygn, @cupcake-spice13

���Hey, who allowed you to get so tall?” Sae narrowed his eyes at him.

“Genetics.” Rin shrugged, pushing down the toaster shelf.

If you told Rin Itoshi he’d have a relationship with his brother again in the near future, he would have told you to fuck off. Possibly throw shoes at you too.

Then he’d feel bad for throwing shoes because he was raised better than that, but still.

Things kinda happened in a blur since the U-20 match. A call had come; an invite to dinner. Then he was at Sae’s hotel room, splitting a pizza when the restaurant proved too crowded for either of them. Words were exchanged, a few tears were shed, and by the end of the night, Rin found he could finally breathe again in the presence of Sae.

They’re relationship was still fairly awkward at times; it was impossible to go back to where they were before Sae went to Spain. Still- when Rin called him and mentioned they’d gotten time off from Blue Lock, a room was made up for him at the apartment; clean and prepped with fresh bedding, as if it’d been waiting for him this entire time.

“No mint on the pillow?” He joked upon getting there.

“Please, we already have Shidou. We don’t need anymore pests.” Sae had rolled his eyes, the gesture lacking any real malice upon mentioning the demonic player.

That’s where they were now- getting comfortable in their newfound relationship.

“Tch.” Sae scoffed, shaking his head in mock disapproval as he turned from the coffee maker, mug in hand. “I remember when you barely came up to my elbow. You were so small- running after me on those stubby legs of yours, trying to kick the ball out from beneath my feet.” He shook his head, a rare smile tugging on his lips. “You’d get so worked up about it too. I’d have to buy you a popsicle so you’d stop crying.”

“Shut up, I was six.” Rin rolled his eyes, a blush burning his face at the memory. “Of course I was short. At least I grew since then.” He turned, raising a brow at his brother. “What’s your excuse?”

A look of shock passed his brother’s face, jaw dropped and brows raised. Rin felt a twinge of satisfaction. If the Press could see his usually stoic brother now, they’d probably faint. “I see you gained a mouth along with all that height in these past few years.” He sounded a touch impressed.

“More than you gained, it seems.” Rin couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t even that Sae could be called short; it was just so satisfying to sass him. He deserved it, probably. 

“Tall as you are, you’re still a little shit.” Sae put down his mug, rolling up his sleeves with a dangerous glint. “Seems like I’m gonna have to remind you just who you’re talking to.”

Rin ignored him- mainly due to the toaster popping, presenting his warmed Pop-tart. He should have known Sae didn’t make empty threats.

The moment his poptart touched the plate, hands were latching onto his sides, digging into his ribs with relentless pressure. Rin-much to his embarrassment- let out a loud squawk, the poptart nearly flying out of hand as he doubled over. “Gah! N-No! Dohon’t!”

“All this time later and you’re still ticklish?” Sae sounded deeply amused, a rare smile pulling on his lips as he carried on wiggling his fingers up and down the younger boy’s sides. “Maybe you should have considered that before you started sassing me.”

Rin went to retort with yet another remark, but Sae had found a terrible spot beneath his lower ribs, clogging his throat with growing giggles. “Ngh! N-No! S-Sae!”

“Hm? What, no retort?” The older boy asked, keeping one hand on Rin’s lower ribs while the other came around to his belly, clawing. “Come on- just laugh. You know you want to.”

That did it. Rin let out a wheeze before he doubled over, laughter bubbling over his lips as he tried sinking to the kitchen floor. “Fuuhuhuhuhuhuck! Fuhuuhhuhuck, gahhahahahahahha! Nohoohohoohooho, Sahahahahhahahe you ahahhahahahhahass!”

“Oi, show some respect, you brat.” Sae switched to digging into Rin’s armpits when his hips proved too far to reach, barely fighting down a chuckle at the harsh swear his brother let out, immediately followed by childlike giggles. “Look at you- you can barely say my name, let alone stand. Tell you what- take back what you said about me being short and I’ll let you live.”

“Nehehehhehver, shohoohohort stahhahahahck!” Rin declared without any hesitation. Ever the stubborn one.

Sae tsked, slowing down his tickles and giving the other a chance to breathe. “You really are determined to die today, are you? I’m starting to regret letting you stay here- how the hell am I going to hide your body?” He reached out, squeezing the back of Rin’s neck, earning a yelp as the boy scrunched up. “Maybe I’ll bury you in the backyard and plant a garden over you. Think Shidou would notice?”

“Prohoohbably not.” Rin groaned, and then- because he could. “He’s used to shitty things. That’s why he’s dating you.”

Sae, who was turning back to his coffee, froze, slowly looking back at Rin with scary eyes. Oh, he was DEAD. “And to think I was gonna be merciful this morning.”

Seconds later, Rin was kicked onto his back, Sae pinning him faster than he could react. He wasn’t much of a fighter- neither of the brother’s were- though Rin was faster to throw a punch. He went to do just that before a scream ripped from his throat, laughter returning stronger than ever. “GAHEHHAHAHAH! SHAHAHAHHAE!”

“I tried to be nice, but it’s clear to me that you’re still a little shit all this time later.” Sae scolded as he drilled his thumbs into Rin’s hips, going right for his worst spot. “Now- do you wanna repeat what you just said?”

“AHEHAHHAHA!” Rin was a mess, hands trying to shove off Sae’s vice grip as he thrashed and squirmed against the kitchen floor, feet kicking and scoffing the ground. His face felt like it was on fire, and his hair blinded him, hiding his scrunched up eyes. It was humiliating and stupid and he wanted to rip his skin off as a means of escape.

But also…it was fun. Really fun. He hadn’t felt like this since they were kids, when Sae would tickle him until he was squealing through tears caused by a scraped knee. He could almost see the fond smile his brother wore when he did so. The memory even during all this made his heart ache.

“Do you give up?” Sae asked, bringing him back to reality. Right- his death. A small part of him was tempted to shake his head, declare that he’d never give up just to see what would happen.

What came out of his mouth instead shocked both of them.

“NIHIIHIIHIHIIHI-SAHHAHAN PLEHAHAHAHHASE!” The squeal of mercy was the true end of it all. Sae’s hands stopped almost immediately, pulling away from Rin’s prone body. The younger boy scooted up the floor a few paces arms tossed loosely around his waist as he tried to catch his breath. Well, at least it was over-

Oh god.

Oh GOD.

“Shit…” He groaned, covering his face with his hands, mortified. He didn’t just say that outloud-he didn’t! Across from him, Sae was silent as stone, seeming to be frozen to the floor. Great- there goes any real progress they made at fixing their relationship. Rin readied the speech in his head. I’ll head back to our parent’s house. I’ll be fine. I’ll be gone in the morning-

“Heh, you haven’t called me that in years.” Sae spoke, his voice strangely soft. When Rin dared a peek, he saw it.

 It wasn’t as open as it was years before, but the same fond look was in his eyes, softening his carefully stoic expression immensely. A ghost of a smile was on his brother’s lips, not quite there yet, but it was something.

“Don’t remind me. God, that was- that…Fuck! You suck!” Rin growled, scooting back with a proper glare. Sure his face was still on fire, and his body was still tingling with a cross of tickly residue and nostalgia, but he was adamant on being angry. “What the hell? My Poptart-”

Sae then did the unexpected. He bursted into laughter.

“Pfft- Gehehhahahaa! Good god, aahhhafter all that, and you're worried about a POPTART?” He cackled, falling back on his ass as he held his gut, head thrown back and smile wide. “Good God, Rin! You haven’t changed at all.”

“....Tch, whatever.” Rin rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he fought down his own fit of laughter, the struggle increasing when Sae let out an ungodly pig snort. “Ugh, you’re so annoying.” He kicked his leg gently, too tired to stand. He felt light and breathless and exhausted and just…

“What’s up?” Sae shook his ankle, gaining his attention. “You look sad.”

“I’m not.” Rin ducked his head, hiding his expression. “I’m not. I just…I don’t know- I think part of me…misses this.” He waved between them. “I missed just…laughing with you, I guess. It all feels so far away, still.”

Sae hummed, considering. Then he stood, walking over and offering a hand. “It doesn’t have to be a distant memory anymore.” When Rin looked up, Sae’s face was back to its usual calm, but his eyes were kind. “I’m here. And I don’t plan on leaving again.”

“Promise?” Rin hated how small his voice sounded. He hated it more when he saw something break in Sae’s eyes, dark with remorse.

“I promise.” He sounded a tag hoarse as he ruffled Rin’s hair, breaking the tension. “Come on then, I’ll make breakfast.”

“Please don’t.” Rin cringed as he stood. “You can’t cook.”

“Do you want me to tickle you again?” Sae raised a brow. Rin couldn’t help but grin.

They ended up ordering breakfast instead.

Thanks for reading!

[originemesis]

@themosthatedbeingg xxx

His own squawk is heard as the sticky peanut buttery pop tarts are smooshed against his face and he’s smeared with it .

And then the world is covered in feathers and more yelling as he unleashes all six of his and batters at Adam right back , feathers and papers flying everywhere , it’s a maelstrom of screaming and feathers and peanut butter .

“Stop hitting me!! Fuck you fuck you fuck you!!” He’s using all six of his wings in this attack— and things are now getting knocked over covered in peanut butter .

Oh SIX wings- the fucker just had to whip out SIX of them against the two golden muppet mashers Adam wielded, didn't he? Not that both pairs weren't scaled to the relative size of each other and the only reason the six even looked substantially more than his two was because they were attached to a literal gnome.

"No- fuck YOU! Overcompensating piece of shit-ow!! I'LL BEAT YOUR ASS BACK DOWN TO HELL, BRUH!" Once the tornado of feathers, scattered paperwork and office dust settles around the scuffle, he notes with throbbing irritation that in addition to having an equal layer of gold and white feathers plastered to all the peanut butter splotches on his robe, his target of attack is also velcroed onto his sleeve like a wet lolly pop placed in a patch of hair and giving a furious arm shake doesn't seem to help dislodge him.

"Really ? On my fucking lunch break ?? I should report you to the council for even being up here! Anyway..." He gestures lazily towards the Poptart still stuck firm to the other's peanut butter basted cheeks. "You gonna eat that?"

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

Grim made it into the school a while ago. He was a bit late, but he didn’t think that would mean anything much with how great he was. And he was kind of right, they accepted him in, but now he wasn’t sure if Night Raven was the best school he could have gone too.

When he first came in, he was squacked at by a random black bird. It absolutely refused to leave him alone, following him like some siren. The noise only attracted a child who grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. The kid, who Grim now knows is Canis, didn’t listen to any orders he gave, just giving him a hug and calling him “Stone”. He tried to insist he should be called The Great Grim, or at least Grim, but the kid didn’t stop. Though, by sheer luck, the noise of the argument and the continued squawking attracted the schools headmage.

To be honest, the headmage wasn’t much better than Canis. He tried to shoo Grim without a second thought. No matter the explanation, he seemed like he didn’t want to listen. It was only when Canis started whining about keeping “Stone” that Grim was allowed in, and that was visibly because the headmage just didn’t want to deal with the situation and saying no would make the child cry.

With admittance, Grim was given all that he needed, but even that was lacking. The food was good, but without any money to buy his own, he could only eat at the crowded cafeteria during the times it was serving. He was given a broken down dorm called Ramshackle where water dripped through every time there was so much as a drizzle. Even the students and teachers were gossiping how “Crowley could allow a cat in the school.” His whole experience was horrible and he only ended up with two people he could even call close to friends and that’s just because they bonded over a bad situation. Them and Canis who refused to not be around him.

Grim first met Ace and Deuce when Ace decided to mess with him. It was about to turn into a fight until Deuce came in and stopped it. That was the start of their friendship and marked how it would continue on. Even after a disaster.

The first warning sign was when Canis claimed to see a “birdie” who turned from black to red and black. Of course, no one took that seriously. Who knows if it has any meaning now, but that’s just when things started to get weird. Next was Ace getting kicked out of Heartslabyul and crashing in Ramshackle. He complained about how horrible the building was the whole time, but refused to help fix anything. Deuce had to help by being the messenger between Ace and any news from their dorm. The third warning for trouble was when Ace learned he could challenge Riddle for the seat of housewarden. He declared a challenge and immediately failed, but it set even more groundwork.

Finally Grim thought he would be done with Ace taking up space in Ramshackle when Trey said he would help bake a replacement tart for Ace to apologize. He was very much wrong in that thought. They planned to bring a replacement tart during the Unbirthday party, and with it being a party and one where Grim also wanted to go, Canis begged to be let in as well. Trey begrudgingly agreed to let them in as long as they caused no problems, even putting another dormmate, Cater, up to help watching them.

Though, according to fate, a party where a whole dorm, and even a child, is attending, is the perfect time for Housewarden Riddle to go into a freak out that turns into an overblot. There was destruction everywhere. So many people, including Grim, ended up hurt and the excess blot everywhere only made the injuries worse. Everyone in attendance was lucky that it ended to where they could be up and at it by the end of the month.

Right after the overblot, while they were still at the ruins of the party, Grim found a black stone. It smelled lovely, like sweets and flowers, and it would probably would taste good too. But right as he was about to eat it, Canis grabbed it. Grim was done at this point and demanded it back, but that lead to an argument. An argument between him and a three year old. Grim definitely should have gone to a different school. The argument attracted the attention of Ace, Deuce, and Cater. One of which took the rock from him, but he couldn’t really tell who as the headmage busted into the dorm right after claiming someone had ran away, gotten to him, and said there was an emergency. Though, he was a bit late to everything.

Grim should have picked a different school to go to. He just felt drained afterwards. He just took the time the party goers were given for recovery and slept. Though once Grim got back to normal life, Canis started mentioning seeing the same bird, but this time its feathers turned yellow and black. Grim wanted nothing to do with this.

Poor timeline two Grim. I imagine that timeline two Grim (I’ll say 2!Grim) ends up less demanding and annoying than how 1!Grim and Canon Grim are. (1!Grim acts the same way Grim does in canon.) 2!Grim is just gets fed up with everyone. He goes through every overblot and has to deal with ramshackle alone while being bothered by a kid.

At least he didn’t eat the rock.

2!Grim being done with everyone is a mood, but also good on 3y!Canis on keeping the stone away from Grim. But he also fought with a 3 y/o, so that's mildly hilarious.

[xivu-arath]

unfinished kyousougiga fic

I'd like to get back to this one day but I need to rewatch first and polish this up

It is spring when Myoue opens his eyes and his heart, and finds somewhere the courage to love these strange, fragile lives that have chosen to surround him. It is a long, gilded spring, as he learns who Koto is, and lets her learn him in turn. There is a novelty in being together, in being more than one, and he delights in it as he has not delighted in any part of the world for centuries.

The summer and fall are just as long, just as golden – but they begin to stumble, as people do, even the divine. Koto realizes that the man she knew as a rabbit as a little different from the man she knows now, held down by the weight of the world. But where he is opaque and secretive and endlessly frustrating, she has the patience of one who never expected her wish to come true, but wished anyways. And so they live, and happiness blooms.

It is winter again, when a noble's house is torched to the ground, its family strewn carelessly. It is winter, when the last surviving child stabs himself because his entire world has crumbled, and duty rests on his shoulders. But he does not die, because gods meddle, and Myoue might be a god on a honeymoon but he cannot help his instincts. This season is colder, bridged together by anger and long silences. Yakushimaru is a child, and thinks nothing of the future except that it is vast and empty, but he is also human, and knows that somehow, he has lost something when he gained immutable, certain life.

“He'll adjust,” Myoue tells Koto as they watch their newly adopted son huddle on the edge of the porch, as far away as possible. “He has all the time in the world to get used to it.”

“I think that's the problem,” she murmurs back, and the memory of the fruit they bound him to life with lies heavy on her tongue.

The wind blows, cold and cutting. None of them flinch.

But the snows keep them confined to their temple in the mountains, and Yakushimaru slowly unthaws. Koto stops keeping count of the times her son smiles or laughs, and instead tracks progress through the times they argue. No one has the strength of will to argue with her, not for long, but Myoue and Yakushimaru squabble endlessly as they settle against each other, and Koto glows with quiet pride all the while. This is the family she has wished for, strange and cobbled together and incomprehensibly hers. In the end, she stops dreaming of the tart taste of pomegranates.

Spring is strung together with frail promises.

“I don't get how you do it,” Yakushimaru says one day, hands stained with ink and gazing down at a scrawled rabbit. “Ink is ink. What makes it live?”

“Maybe I'll show you how to do it someday,” Myoue says, and ruffles his hair, earning an indignant squawk. He retaliates with an elbow to the face, and Koto has to stop clapping in time to soothe both their bruised egos, laughing all the while. She laughs a great deal in those days, when she no longer has to lock away the knives.

It is spring when Yakushimaru has siblings again – a sister with stars in her eyes, fierce and strong enough to drive away any number of attackers, and a brother wise beyond his apparent years. Sometimes, he thinks he can see the ink in them. Surely it's there in Yase's blue-black eyes, in Kurama's hair. Despite that, they are as real as he is, and far more content to settle in the roles assigned to them. Well, mostly.

“Why do you keep fighting with Myoue?” he asks Yase one day, as they all sprawl on the veranda. Kurama is quietly sketching some design, apparently absorbed – though Yakushimaru knows he's still capable of listening intently. It's been long enough that he's somewhat used to his siblings, and no longer so fearful of Yase's wild strength. His new mother floats as if she's a feather, his siblings are stronger and smarter than he is – he's a little baffled as to why Myoue even keeps him around. Surely such extraordinary, frustrating people wouldn't want a normal child.

“Well... he made me an oni, didn't he? I didn't ask for that! I want to be graceful and pretty and a real lady, like Mama. But then I get angry and get big and clumsy, instead! But,” she adds thoughtfully, “I like being strong.”

“Did he say why?”

“Just that that's what he felt like drawing! And he said it made things more interesting, and he won't change my painting.” She pouts and thumps a fist against the floor. The wood creaks, but holds up – Yakushimaru's pretty sure Myoue's been strengthening it, somehow.

“He always does what he feels like, I guess.” There's a thoughtful sigh from all three of them. For an instant, they feel like the siblings he had and lost.

[I stalled out here but put down some ideas for how to end it at least?]

It is summer for a long, long time.

And it is still endlessly summer on the day that a girl, destruction sizzling against her palms, will smash her way into the world.

Kurama pauses, driving a whole meeting to a halt. Around them, Kyoto hums onward. “Hm... has fall come early?”

“Ahhh, what a delightful spring breeze!” Yase says, reclining in the garden. The tremors in the air make her tea ripple, but her hands cradle the cup gently.

There's a distant roll of thunder and Myoue, still remembering the chill of a day when his name was his own, rolls over and goes back to sleep.

[chloemydarling]

Chapter 4

Greg…

Birdsong in exuberant, lilting chatter brought him to the brim of dreaming. He could feel a sore place under his ribs, and an ache in his neck as the world engaged his sleep addled mind. Blearily opening his eyes, wincing at the shock of morning sun, Greg yawned and stretched his shoulder's, feeling a deep pop in the right one. He groaned with the long stretch, feeling his ribs slip into place.

He stood up from the tent, the last one awake. Scratching his belly, he looks around for a familiar face. Curling fog rose from the tops of pine trees like thick, lazy smoke. Patches of sunlight roamed over the land, one currently making it’s presence on their campsite. He yawned and wondered where Alex had gone after he had woken up.

Off to the right was Kelvin, sitting on a flat top of a boulder and warming himself like a lizard in the sun. Getting up and sleepily stumbling to him, Greg looks into his eyes and gages the pupil reaction. Greg notices that his eyes are a hazel color; intermittently shades of brown and grey. He looked fine, better than yesterday with reaction time and focus as well. Satisfied that his companion is on the mend, he pats his cheek and lets him go. He chuckled at the face Kelvin makes at that.

His belly growls and an unpleasant cold feeling rumbles throughout his gut. He needs food now. Raspberry bushes tangled up and snarled all together sit heavily around the east side of their camp. He walked by Kelvin and waved his good morning.

As Greg sat by a berry bush, Kelvin made himself comfortable too and they plucked as many raspberries as they could see. Soft, tart and plentiful, they don’t feel very filling but are a pleasure to taste. They ate, watching bugs fly around and birds swoop after them. It was a dry morning and everyone seemed to be out getting the warmth while it lasted. Even a beaver sauntered past the riverbed in a businesslike hurry.

Half an hour later, after many berries are eaten, Alex strolls into camp with a rabbit by the ears. Leaving the bush rather bare, Greg rises up and greets his brother heartily. Alex smiles back and gestures to his face.

“You got something right here” He laughs at him, pointing to his chin.

Greg’s hand shot up to wipe whatever it was away, feeling a smear of raspberry squish along the back of his hand. He laughs, he’d been stuffing himself like a hog. He was so glad Alex could hunt. The hunger was gnawing at his belly, his appetite only stoked by the raspberries.

His brother set to the task of skinning the rabbit, a gross and sad display, so Greg looked away. He admired the treetops swaying in the wind, the puffy clouds crawling overhead. Alex makes a disgruntled sound, and then a squelch of wet meat and bones being skewered meets Greg’s ears. Grimacing in disgust, Greg doubted he would find the meat appetizing after that.

Alex spit to the side and set the rabbit to lean over the flames. As their breakfast roasts over the fire, the forest is alive with sound and movement. Not just birds flying by in looping patterns but deer darting between trees, raccoons waddling along game trails, and humming birds flitting by.

Chirps and screeches sound off loudly, and Greg see’s two black squirrels fighting in ultra violent combat. Jumping and kicking like little ninjas, they met and rolled and jumped apart. Quick as they had started, squawking, they were gone up a tree to fight somewhere else. Slowly, the usual sounds of the forest drifted in again.

He finds his eyes resting on Kelvin, who is yawning and stretching out. Settling back comfortably, his eyes close and he takes in the breeze that rustles his short hair. He smiled to himself as his head dropped back. Sighing through his nose, Greg felt his belly remind him once again that it was time to eat. Remembering some berries in his vest pocket, he unclasps the stash and fills his hand.

As he eats one at a time, his gaze rests in the direction of the river. Kelvin sits not far from him, not quite sleeping but resting. He’s watching Kelvin’s face again, wondering about who he was before this and thinking on what he is like now. He waits for the rabbit to cook and doesn’t even realize he’s staring until Alex waves a hand in his face and draws out a long ‘heeellloooo’ at him

“What?” He shakes his head, unsure where his mind had been. Had Alex been talking to him?

“Where are you man?” Alex asked in a tone that seemed to imply something, wiggling his eyebrows at him and looking at Kelvin suggestively. Greg felt his face go hot. Waving away his brother’s hand, he looked the opposite direction of Kelvin and flipped his brother off.

“I was daydreaming about food, is it done?” He was too hungry to care how disgusting it had looked, the aroma of roasting meat had his mouth watering now. It had to be nearly done.

“Not even close dude.” Alex stares a moment, eyes narrowing at him and glancing to Kelvin and back. “Did you hear what I was saying?”

Greg shrugged, nonverbally admitting that no, he didn’t. He looked at his brother with a half smile, made a finger gun at him to say ‘alright, shoot’ paying attention now. Alex gave him a flat look, and began again.

“I saw an orange raft adrift when we flew in, and one of B team’s locator's is sitting in it now. We gotta get to the water and see who it is. Find out why their pilot offed himself. It shouldn’t be more than two hours hike to get there.” Alex checked his satellite phone and frowned at the screen, then seemed to check out as he thought about something. Greg waited, but Alex was absorbed. Then Alex pulled out some twigs from his pocket and started to whittle them.

Greg watched the rabbit cook, eager for it to be ready. He let his mind wander as he stared unseeing at the fire. After 30 more minutes, Alex seemed to deem it worthy and took it down. Greg wanted to dig in, but Alex had plans to let the meat rest a while and then cut it up. As he impatiently sat there and waited, Kelvin walked over to joined them around the fire.

Plopping down next to Greg, he leaned in to warm his hands at the fire, eyes trained on the cooling roast rabbit. Greg watched his posture, how he balanced on the balls of his feet and caught himself every few seconds as he veered to one side. Kelvin glanced his way and smiled, so he smiled back. Then Alex’s face slid into view.

He was making a manic lovey dovey expression, a gross puckered smirk and crossed eyes as he swooned at Kelvin. Rolling his eyes, Greg ignores him. Refusing to look at him, he lays back and watches the clouds float by. His stomach groans long and unhappily.

At long last the rabbit was ready to eat. Alex began with tearing the haunches and cutting up hunks of meat. Greg ate, luxuriating in every mouthful and feeling surprised that unseasoned meat can be tastier than expected. He even licks his fingers clean once his portion has been wolfed down. He rubbed his stomach and remembered the last bite with fondness.

As he lazed in after meal sluggishness, Alex handed him one of the twigs he had been whittling earlier. Raising an eyebrow at him, he took it. Greg saw one end was finely frayed like a brush. He twiddled it in his fingers, rolling it around and watching the paintbrush end twirl. He dusted off his shoulders with it like a butler for a tuxedo.

“That’s your toothbrush, rub your teeth and gums then swish out your mouth at the river.” Alex smirked at him as he played with it like a little flying witches broom. Greg took the other one for Kelvin and showed him what to do with it. They all took time cleaning their teeth, the rabbit meat had been stringy.

Starting to head downhill, Alex also handed him some thorns from the canes of raspberry bushes. He said to use them as toothpicks, then lead the way in his brutish trail blazing. Greg handed some thorns to Kelvin, after showing him, like before, what to do with them.

While hiking at a steady pace, they come across a red tent within 40 minutes. It has overgrowth all over it, blackberry vines and hanging moss creeping over the top. No signs of any campers remain. There aren’t any footprints, fire pit remains or food wrappers. For a long while Alex observes the campsite, tracing movements and visibly thinking hard. Grim faced, he lifts his right hand and motions them onward. Whatever Alex surmised from what little there was to see, he didn’t like it.

They cross a river, shallow water babbling lively, and follow it down a long straight bank. Soon Greg can hear seagulls crying and smell the briny air of the beach. He picks up his speed a little, eager to get there. He always liked visiting a beach, something about the sound of the waves rolling in was very calming.

Kelvin caught up to him, meeting shoulder to shoulder as he walked. Greg was glad to see him faring better with exertion today, or maybe Alex had been more conscious of the taxing effort while injured and set a better pace. Either way, he was glad for the company as he followed Alex’s icon.

Following the little dot that is his brother, Greg hears a distant sound of a radio and the crushing roar of waves. At the end of the river bank waits the beach. The dirt path gives way to loose sugar sand, and walking becomes more challenging.

Greg breathes in the salty, misty air of the pacific. The sun was warm and the wind was chilly. He felt a popping sensation under his boot and lifted it to find a broken shell imprinted in the sand. He couldn’t tell what kind it was, but it was itty bitty and gone now.

‘They surf comes in this far huh?’ He observed, thinking he could dig for shellfish at the right time.

Nearing Alex, the radio switched from music to a commercial break. His brother sat hunched on the balls of his feet, glaring down at the rocks. Greg hollered to him, but could tell he was ignored. Approaching, he started to understand why.

They had come across a dead man in Puffton gear. Another dead team mate. What was going on? Could it have been the local mud guys? Alex looks him over still, assessing whatever he can from this.

All Greg can see is that he broke his right ankle and then laid down to die. Maybe he’d hit his head harder than Kelvin and didn’t make it. That thought made Greg’s stomach turn. It was impossible to know why this merc was dead, things just didn’t add up.

Alex began checking the backpack of the dead guy, not speaking as his nimble fingers rifled quickly for anything useful. Greg feels weird about it, though he understands being pragmatic. Still, it is very bizarre and he can’t help in this situation. Instead he stares unhappily at the water, where a far distant emergency raft is apparently still drifting nearby.

Kelvin catches up and frowns at the findings. He turns around, and walks along the shoreline alone. Greg guesses Kelvin must be bothered by death, or maybe he just can’t stand this dire situation that keeps exponentially getting worse. Deciding to join in the beach stroll, Greg leaves Alex to his looting.

It really is a lovely place, a little slice of paradise if the cold doesn’t scare you. Rocky mountains and hillsides drop off into sheer cliffs over the roiling ocean below. Craggy lava formations curl like tentacles of a sea monster, dipping in and out of the depths as waves lap at them endlessly. Greg see’s seagulls gliding in the distance.

Kelvin has noticed him trailing close behind, glancing back and then stalling so Greg can catch up. The water is breaching the line of touching their shoes, but the tide rolls back just before making contact. Greg listens to the foamy hiss of the water, the rushing pull and trickle as it tumbles its way back to them.

The morning is wearing down into noon, the hot sun burning away the clouds and leaving an unexpected blue sky above their heads. It feels great, and the wind is mild on their faces. Greg had to hand it to billionaires, they knew how to spend their money. A private beach was pretty damn nice.

‘We might get sun burnt’ Greg worries as Kelvin leads their walk. Peeling skin was at risk of infection, and this was a rain forest teeming with harmful antigens. Staying closer to the trees would be smarter. Pulling on Kelvin’s jacket sleeve, he walks toward the shore pines that lean wind beaten at the edge of the forest.

Before they make it, Alex comes jogging up with the radio blaring some lively song repeating ‘Hey You’. Bouncing to the rhythm, Alex hands the radio off to Kelvin and tells him to be the hype man form now on. Kelvin smiles back, Greg hopes that it won’t harm his perforated ears. It was his hope that they were healing.

They sat down and Greg started collecting debris wood for a fire. A tall sand dune provided shelter from the wind, and Greg set some twigs in up for kindling. Alex pulled his shirt off, kicked off his shoes and rolled his socks into a squid fold, then stuffed them in his right shoe. Alex volunteers to swim out to the raft.

“You can stay here with your boyfriend, cuddle up again.” Alex chided, taking off at a jog before hearing Greg’s retort to shut the Hell up.

Greg collects mussels with Kelvin by the shore, then they head back to the fire. They share the task with good humor, setting them up to steam and shucking them when enough times passes. It’s a bright sunny day and the wind is gentle. Greg would even be having a good time if they weren’t marooned here.

Half an hours passes after eating, and then Alex comes wading ashore looking sour faced. Even as he sits down to a stack of oysters after walking the beach, he was winded and breathing hard. He is shaking, and Greg looks into his face.

Alex is pale, his eyes wide and alert as he cracks open shell after shell. He looks entirely freaked.

“What happened?” Greg gently prods. His brothers intense eyes snap to his, a look of fear in them that Greg hasn’t seen since they were twelve.

“There was a fuckin’ shark out there!” Alex spouted, voice cracking.

“It followed me as I swam to the raft, I didn’t see him until I pulled myself up. Jesus, my heart dude.” He placed a hand over his heart in emphasis.

Greg felt a dreadful pang of worry settle deep in his gut. Latent worry, he realized. Alex could have died out there, and here he was stuffing himself oysters.

“I stabbed it in the eye, I don’t know if it died.” Alex gulped, and Greg rubbed his back in circles for a few minutes. He waited for Alex to stop shaking.

He looked in the backpack for a cloth and gave it to Alex, who dried his hair off. Laying down on the sandy dunes to dry in the sun, Alex rubbed his faced and took a few deep breaths.

“That’s not all man. The guy from Bravo team. He shot himself. He ate his last MRE and pulled the trigger. Bastard’s been dead since yesterday. I got extra clips from him, it’s not much but hey.”

Reaching into his pocket, Alex pulls out a rectangle. He unzips the plastic envelope the emergency kit came in, and pulls out a .9mm pistol. Greg stares at it, impressed with Alex’s quick thinking.

“I don’t know about the last beacon. It hasn’t moved at all. It’s far away too, it’ll take three days to get there if the terrain is manageable.” Alex is talking to him with the towel over his face, his voice muffled and not at all clear so Greg assume he is thinking out loud.

His attention moves to Kelvin when he realizes the man isn’t sitting with them. Looking out he see’s a familiar gait roving not too far from them.

Kelvin is looking for seashells in the sand, he thinks, and Greg watches him hunt. Taking in the subtle changes in him as he healed up over the last twenty four hours is promising. He guessed he was doing fine, he was independent enough to see to his own needs and lend a hand with work. He still didn’t try to speak or write. He looked good though, despite how tired he must be.

As he watches, Kelvin looks at him and smiles, then stiffens up and points with a look of alarm. Following the direction Kelvin pointed, Greg turns to see seven figures running at them, two of which stood at monstrous heights. Closer up, he see's they are painted red and dressed in bone armor.

[of-elitiism]

@lightkeeping continued

"It'ssa fiiiine, i wouldn't believe half the stuff i heard 'bout myself either~!" she retorts without looking too pointedly at the man. Instead, her attention was sprawled in between many stimuli such as, kicking the peddles, looking up each time a seagull squawked, waving around a stick of driftwood she'd found earlier that day. The incoming conversation was in there somewhere too.

"Mrs Havisham, huh? That's such an old lady name, which kinda fits her, she dresses like an old lady too, with an apron 'n' all. Who even does that anymore?" finally she turns towards the man, brilliant indigo eyes squinting suspicious and the rest of her face twisted into a grimace. Another seagull flying over their heads turns her attention and Terry does a full 360 turn as she followed the bird with her eyes. But then turned yet again towards her companion.

"Oh, yea, she did. Kinda hard t'follow tho, she's got this kinda thick accent, y'know? But i know yer name's Elijah, ya like strawberries, but like the slightly tart ones, not the super sweet ones. She also said you nurse baby turtles back to health and you do voodoo magic and tarot reading and you worship tHe bLaCk oNe 'n' stuff~" The stick she'd been playing around with is tossed aside with a grunt. It doesn't fly very far away through, but that's to be expected considering her noodle arms.

"I'm Terry, by the way. it's Ecaterina, but--- Terry's better. And ugh, i'm actually here to see the turtles, if that's true," said noodle arm is extended in greeting as the young woman beams a delightful energy to finally make the acquaintance.

[sourspaghetty]

Oh my! It your birbday! Happy Birthday to you! <3 Hope you're having a fantastic day (despite studies ;).

WAAAAAAAA THANK YOU!!!!!!!!  💙 💙 💙 birbday is going great so far despite the fact I have assignments due tonight >8′D I am blissfully ignoring my homework in the meantime to enjoy the cake and pizza I bought for myself haha

[reinnins]

Hi!! Just dropping by to say that i adore your art style❤️❤️ top tier, honestly.

That's all lmao have a nice day! :)

thank you so much!  I hope you have a lovely day as well!  💙💙 :]

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Love Potion Apocalypse Part 2

Part 1

"After her, or else it is off with your heads!" Riddle screams, holding his injured head.

The Heartslabyul dorm runs after their queen, who is currently trying to figure out her way through the maze.

"Grim, can you figure out which way to go?" Yuu asks, hearing a couple of footsteps running behind her.

"I can try and use my inner cat senses. Mm...ok...take a left, then after that take a right!" Grim says, jumping out of Yuu's arms and leading her to the supposed correct path.

"Queenie! You shouldn't be running away from your simps!" Cater yells, running behind Yuu with his copies following him.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!

One of Cater's copies lunges at Yuu and hits the roses as she ducks.

"Grim, tell me you know where to go next?!" Yuu asks, picking up speed to outrun the Caters.

"Yeah! Follow me!" Grim replies, turning around to throw a fireball at the Caters.

Yuu follows Grim as the morning turns into noon. Grim and Yuu take a sharp right turn and end up right in a dead end.

"Grim! I thought you said you could guide me out!" Yuu exclaims, backing up against the wall of rose bushes.

"I thought I could!" Grim replies, jumping into Yuu's arms.

The voices of Riddle, Trey, Ace, Cater, and Deuce grow near as Yuu starts to hyperventilate. Their shadows begin to line up on the maze's thorny walls.

"I think I can hear our queen breathing...she must be in this dead end," Deuce says, his breath burning hot at the thought of Yuu.

Yuu hears the bushes move behind her, and she takes a wary look behind her. A pair of arms pop out and hold Grim and Yuu's mouths shut.

"Don't make a sound," A boy with purple hair and cat ears says as he turns himself invisible.

Grim and Yuu nod and do as he says. Yuu calms her breathing, and the five Heartslabyul boys show up.

"Cater! I thought you said she would be here!" Riddle yells, looking directly at the invisible Yuu.

"I heard her! I thought she was here!" Cater yells back.

Yuu motions for the purple cat boy to get them out of here, and he obliges. Yuu and Grim appear outside Heartslabyul and take a giant sigh of relief.

"What is going on here?" The purple cat boy asks, looking worried as he sees Yuu's semi-unbuttoned shirt.

"I don't know...something weird. All I know is they started acting like this after a potion exploded and covered the whole school. By the way, what's your name? I feel like I've seen you before," Yuu replies, petting Grim to relieve her stress.

"Che'nya. My name's Che'nya. You saw me briefly during the Unbirthday party. I go to Royal Sword Academy," Che'nya explains. "If you don't get this issue resolved, you can always come to Royal Sword Academy for help."

"Thanks. We'll take your advice if things don't work out well. I'm going to find my other friend to see if he can help. Bye, and btw my name's Yuu!"

Yuu runs to the hall of mirrors as she tries to get as far as the maze as humanly possible. After 20 minutes of running, she begins to feel tired, stopping to take a breather. Everything is quiet to the point that not even the flamingos squawk. Grim rests on Yuu's chest and begins to fall asleep. A bush rustles near the trees, and Yuu doesn't waste any time getting up to continue her journey.

Yuu walks into the hall of mirrors where not even a single person is there. She walks up to Savanaclaw's mirror, and just as she's about to touch it, a Cater kisses her cheek.

"There you are. A queen shouldn't go anywhere without her bodyguards. What if those nasty savages desecrate our queen?" Cater says as he kisses Yuu's ear.

Yuu slowly turns around and sees most of Heartslabyul in the hall of mirrors.

"Come back with us. We can have a nice tea party. Plus, Trey cooked chocolate tarts just for you!" Riddle says, getting closer to Yuu.

Grim wakes up and shoots out multiple fireballs setting some people on fire.

Yuu doesn't waste the chance and touches Savanaclaw's mirror. Just as she's about to be in Savanaclaw, Deuce grabs her hand and pleads with her.

"Please. Don't go. I love you. Don't leave me!" Deuce pleads, tears falling from his eyes.

Grim bites Deuce's hand, and Yuu is safely transported to Savanaclaw.

"Welcome to the Lions Den, Grim," Yuu says.

Part 3

Tag list:

@hipsterteller @lizzileth @justarandomhumaninthisworld @shi-mel @wheresmyfuzzysocks @iwant2dienow @nai17 @nerdy-diamonds @naughtybodypillow @kingfargas @felfei @tinnyflute @leabbmao

[ichorai]

pearls and pastries ; j.jk

pairing ; pirate!jungkook x baker!reader (gender-neutral)

summary ; a crew of pirates have been pilfering your village for several weeks now and one particularly keen buccaneer has stopped by your bakery practically every visit; whether it be for the delectable pastries or for the sweet baker he's taken an interest to, jungkook couldn’t say. but there’s a catch - the baker doesn’t know that he’s a pirate.

themes ; fantasy, angst, fluff, pining, slight action, pirate au, baker au, medieval au

words ; 3.6k

warnings / includes ; descriptions of weaponry, stealing (from the rich), jungkook being a sad lovesick sap, pirate!bts, poetic sadness but when do i not do angst lmfao everything i touch turns into written sorrow </3

a/n ; written for the @ficscafe fic exchange event for @sunshinerainbowsbts !! i hope you like it <3 i'm definitely considering writing a part two to this :D

Jungkook wasn’t quite fond of parrots. Well, his mislike wasn’t necessarily directed towards the multi-hued rotund bird itself, but the fact that the wretched thing was squawking out a poor rendition of what Jungkook had announced earlier whilst clambering down the crow’s nest.

“I’m going to the bakery! I’m going to the bakery! I’m going to the bakery!” the winged devil screeched from atop Jimin’s shoulder, ruffling its bright feathers as if taunting him.

Shooting it the nastiest of scowls, Jungkook reached behind his head to untie the vermilion bandana holding his overgrown locks away from his narrowed eyes. “You better shut that bird up before I toss it to the sharks, Jimin.”

“If I let you do that, I’d also have to throw you overboard. The both of you are equally annoying,” the other pirate snorted in contempt, glancing up at his younger friend striding across the ship before moving his gaze back to the knapsack he was emptying for the pilfer. Out fell several empty bottles of rum, a few gold pieces glinting in the harsh midday sun, two jewel-encrusted daggers, and a worn eyepatch that suspiciously looked to be the same as the one Yoongi always wore over his left eye. “You seem to forget that we’re here to steal from the rich, not buy fancy breads! You’re lucky that Namjoon has half the decency not to kick you off the boat. Jin, however fond he is of you, still calls you a moocher.”

Rouge faintly dusted across Jungkook’s cheekbones as he coughed into his fist, lifting his shoulder in a half-shrug. “I steal stuff sometimes,” he muttered under his breath. It was useless to defend himself against someone who saw straight through him.

“Sometimes, my foot!” Jimin scoffed, hiking the bag over his shoulders. “Bringing back a goblet you found rolling down the street doesn’t count, you know that, right?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes to the cloudless sky, far too stubborn to admit that Jimin was right. With not another word, the young pirate clambered off of the large vessel and onto the rickety docks, grunting upon landing. It didn’t bother him much that Jimin was irked at his lack of contribution. They were rich enough as it is; what was the rush?

The air was tangy with sea salt and damp wood as he inhaled a deep breath, setting off for your bakery. Walking there took exactly three hundred and seventy two steps. Jungkook had memorized the shortest route to your little shop, mumbling the numbers under his breath with a growing grin blossoming across his lips. He subconsciously rolled the sleeves of his white tunic down, the fabric concealing the pirate tattoos inked all over his arms.

When the youthful sea wolf stepped foot into your store, a familiar chiming of the bell hooked atop the door echoed across the cream-walled room. At the reverberating sound, your head peeked out from the kitchen situated in the back. An illuminating beam danced on your features, eyes lighting up with mirth at the sight of Jungkook.

It made the muscle within his chest slam against his ribcage, desperate to be freed from its confines because it belonged to you, and only you. He wasn’t quite sure when the sudden fixation for the village baker his crew was stealing from started, but he had acclimated to his own change of heart by visiting you as often as he could.

“Fancy seeing you here today. Are you coming in or are you now my human door stopper?” Your heavenly voice floated towards Jungkook, snapping him out of his thoughts. Sheepish, he shuffled inside, engulfed by the warm scents of chocolate cakes, powdered pastries, caramelized fruits, and toasted almonds. His stomach gave an impatient snarl at the sight of tempting desserts. You had also walked to the front of the counter, dusting your flour covered hands on an apron. Some of the white powder had managed to smudge on your cheek, and Jungkook had to resist the urge to reach over and thumb it away.

“Hi,” he said with the brightest of grins. “I’ve missed you.”

At his bold statement, you suppressed a chortle. “I think you missed those chocolate cream puffs you like so much, not me. What’ve you been up to while you were gone?”

Jungkook hesitated at that. For the short amount of time he’d been visiting you, not once had he mustered the courage to tell you of his true origins. A savage pirate like him shouldn’t even be around the likes of you. You had no idea that he was part of the crew that was robbing your village, and the very thought of you finding out had him terrified. You were a taste of all the goodness in the world, and Jungkook was afraid you’d crumble into ash if he dared touch you. The sinner had no rights touching an angel, after all.

“Visiting family,” he hummed, quick to move on. If you noticed his strange demeanor, you didn’t say anything. For that, Jungkook was grateful. “I brought something for you.”

There was something about your smile that seemed to expel any and all feelings of gloom in a room. Jungkook was no exception to this feat, his knees almost buckling against the soft pink counters. He righted himself by leaning his elbows on top and propping his chin up with a palm. Gods, he didn’t know he was in this deep.

“Oh?” you set your hands on your hips, tilting your head to the side. “To what do I owe such pleasures?”

The corners of his eyes crinkled. “For those cream cheese tarts you made me last time I visited. Thought I’d repay you.” Whilst saying this, he used his free hand to reach into his back pocket, fishing out a string of authentic pearls, adorned with a glimmering clasp of gold the same hue as the sun.

Your smile melted into a confused pucker, brows knitting together in a muted painting of hesitance, yet you ogled the expensive necklace dangling by one of his spindly fingers nonetheless. Where on earth had he gotten such a valuable treasure? “But you already paid me with money. I really can’t take that, Jungkook.”

Disappointment was easily detected as he slanted his lips to the side. “Alright, then.” He tucked the pearls back into his pocket. It surprised you how easily he had complied.

The worrisome atmosphere was quick to dissolve when the bell jangled once more. A small child meandered in with a toothy beam, holding a small pouch of clattering coins in their palm. They were no taller than Jungkook’s midriff, and he liked it a little more than he should have watching a certain softness adorn your features at the sight of the kid.

“I recommend the cinnamon apple pie. Or maybe the brown sugar crepes if you’re looking for something sweeter,” Jungkook said, gesturing to the treat behind the display glass. The child angled their head to stare at the taller man with wonder. “Anything Y/N makes is to die for, though.”

The child excitedly babbled something in return, but you didn’t quite pick up what they had said. You were far too focused on Jungkook’s animated features when he kneeled down to point at some more desserts. Sure, he was a handsome man, you’ve known that since day one. You’ve never really looked at him in this light. It was as if he were carved from pure luminosity, whittled by the hand of the most skilled sculptor. Everything about him was practically perfect; the gentle slope of his nose, the angles of his raised eyebrows, the dappled rouge of his lips, the beauty marks mottling his dewy skin, the dangerous cuts of his jaw, the twinkle of gaiety you found in his irises. With the sunlight filtering through the windows, it basked Jungkook within a golden radiance, the shadows casted along his face only highlighting his best features, doing nothing to aid your fluttering pulse. Has he always been this beautiful?

“I’ll have a slice of apple pie!”

The sudden clinking of coins being dumped onto the counter snapped you out of your trance, and you kindly wrapped up what the child ordered and handed them the paper bag. Both you and Jungkook watched as they smiled in thanks and trotted out of the bakery. Curse his handsome physique.

A little flustered by your earlier thoughts, you busied your hands by sorting the coins the kid had coughed up. Jungkook, ever the kind soul, merely stood with you as you worked, engaging you in entertaining conversations to keep you occupied while your store was empty. Where did the sun go once it disappeared down the horizon? Why did everybody else seem to enjoy the bitter taste of coffee except him? Why did his heart beat so quickly when around you? The last question he couldn’t muster the courage to ask, and much to his perturbation, he already knew the answer. You enjoyed Jungkook’s company very much; to the point where you couldn’t quite remember what it was like before he had sauntered into your life.

Before the both of you knew it, the sun was already setting. Jungkook noticed the way you deflated just slightly when red kissed the sky. It was a telltale sign that Jungkook was long overdue to go back to his ship. Yoongi would have his ass if he was late again. The whole situation was ridiculous, really. He felt like a fairy tale princess running away from the ball before his clothes grew into tatters. Well, in his case, he supposed it’d be pirate-wear.

Your smile betrayed only the gentlest hint of disappointment as you thrusted a bag of warm cookies into his arms. “Take this for the road,” you had said.

And so Jungkook did, smiling like an idiot the whole way back. A part of him absentmindedly wondered what your face would look like when you noticed that he had left the pearls on the countertop for you.

The ship rocked as the young pirate scampered across the deck at a startling speed, flinging the doors to the cabins open. Six older pirates stared at his panting form, a few looking on with unsurprised indifference, most glaring at him in disappointment. Jimin merely stuck his tongue out, his childish way of saying I told you so. There was expectancy in the captain’s eyes, but it waned away at an instant upon seeing that Jungkook carried nothing of value. Namjoon pinched the space between his brows in mild frustration.

Stiffly, Jungkook jerked his arm to thrust the bag in his hand forward. “Cookie?” he asked. Nobody said anything. Jungkook slowly brought his appendage back down, guilt roiling in his abdomen. “I take it you guys don’t want the cookies?”

With a huff, Namjoon stalked forward. “Of course we want the cookies, give me that.” He snatched the bag out of Jungkook’s hands and tossed it to Taehyung, who caught it with eagerness vividly splayed across his ruffled features. “I do have to admit, we’re getting tired of you bringing back nothing but sweets every time we go on raids, Jungkook. C’mon, kid, this is a team effort here. Look, just today Yoongi managed to steal a dozen coffers from a nobleman. The least you can do is try.” True to the captain’s word, there was a mountain of chests and boxes full to the brim with gold coins and shimmering jewels piled to the side of the cabin.

Swallowing down the lump in his throat, Jungkook nodded in understanding, though not without a miniscule frown twinging his lips. What was a pirate without his treasure, right?

Taking note of his glum demeanor, Namjoon clapped a hand to the younger man’s shoulder. “We’re not mad at you—”

Yoongi snorted at that.

“We just… want to help you help us,” Namjoon finished, ignoring the salty pirate’s quip from behind him.

The youngest man on deck raised his hand to his forehead in an awkward salute. “Yes cap’n!” Shame prowled within his chest; just thinking about the dishonor he brought to the pirate reputation by loitering in a bakery all day, ogling at sugary treats (and the sweet baker, but Jungkook digresses).

A part of him felt even worse knowing that he’d see you less and less, what with the other pirates breathing down his neck. He could only hope that you’d still look forward to his visits, though few and far in between.

Authentic bottles of expensive wines were shoved into his knapsack by Taehyung, lacing chains of aureate crammed into his hands by Hoseok, bars of cold silver wedged into the pits of his arms by Jimin, and more treasures thrown at the youngest pirate to hold as they lithely ran across the village. Being one of the stronger and more agile ones of the group had its downfalls, after all. He was being treated like a pack mule, hauling all the treasure for them. Not that he was going to complain; Jungkook knew that he deserved the rough-housing.

“Hold onto these for me, will you?” Yoongi gruffly uttered as he slid the thick hilts of gem-encrusted daggers into his belt. Jungkook complied hesitantly, but not without a suppressed groan of annoyance. “They’ll sell for more than a pretty penny, so don’t lose them.” The older pirate seemed to be in a grumpier than usual mood, considering he lost his eyepatch and the mottled scar crossing over his eye was on display for anybody to gawk at. It would’ve been worrying to Jungkook if he wasn’t aware of the fact that Jimin was merely prolonging his juvenile game of ‘keep away’, attempting to dance away from Yoongi’s inevitable wrath.

Perhaps being a pirate wasn’t his true calling, because Jungkook found that his mind kept wandering off to the matters at hand—running away from the guards. Though it was a relatively easy task (the guards were quite thick-headed in this village), he thought about the pretty plants dangling from the balconies of a building they jogged by, or the scents of exotic spices carried by the souq market not far from where they were. Most of all, much to his expectancy, his thoughts were centered around you. Had you gotten many customers for lunch rush? Were you lonely without him? How many times have you smiled today? Jungkook was all too fond of your smile.

Blinded by his unsaid affectionate ramblings, he only barely caught on to Namjoon’s quiet, “We shook the guards off for now. Be careful next time, Seokjin. The sun’s about to set soon; we should head back to the ship before it gets dark.”

Jungkook hissed out a small sigh of relief, bending over to catch his breath. Jogging across the village would have been no problem, but running with treasures twice his weight draped all over him was a different story.

When he righted himself back to standing, the sudden pit of shocked trepidation unfurled within his abdomen. There you were, beautiful as ever, but a terrifying sight to see. Normally you’d be the only person he would want to see, but as of this moment, you were the absolute last person he fancied bumping into.

Why now? He had the most rotten of luck.

Today you weren’t wearing your regular apron, but a pair of fitted grey trousers and a soft beige blouse far too large for you, hanging off of one of your shoulders as you cradled a basket of breads and cheeses and other groceries in your arms. It was a simple outfit, but one that made his heart clench nonetheless. The glinting of iridescent pearls draped over your décolletage had his breath stolen away from him as raw sentiment overtook his form. You were wearing the pearls he left for you and you never looked more beautiful. Jungkook, on the other hand, was clad in clothes that practically screamed pirate; a golden-clasped corset tightened about the small of his waist, a tattered white button-up tucked into his dark trousers, worn sea boots covering his feet. A large gun was also slung over the belt cinched around his hips, along with multiple daggers of the like, and not to mention all the riches and jewelry the other boys had thrown at him.

You couldn’t see him. No, it would absolutely ruin Jungkook.

Perhaps dropping everything he was holding in a panicked effort to dash away as quickly as he could was the worst possible thing he could have done to not warrant any attention.

The concerned and confused questions erupting from the other pirates as they whipped their heads towards their youngest comrade went completely ignored. He scampered away from them, lunging towards a shadowed alley and hiding behind a teetering pile of musty boxes. A stray cat nuzzled against his leg, but Jungkook merely shooed it away with a frustrated glare and not-so-subtle shushing gestures.

What a fool I am, the young buccaneer berated himself, pressing a knuckle against his temple in frustration. He waited for another minute, before slinking out from the shadows, peering around the corner to see if you were still there.

No sign of you. Relief seized his chest, but not without the gentlest flower of disappointment staining whatever solace he felt, a weed amongst the roses. Jungkook’s mind was still reeling from the fact that you were wearing his pearls.

Treading carefully, he strode out of the alley, turning the other direction before halting in his tracks completely. A queer, garbled noise tumbled past his lips.

It was you, a confused smile gracing your features, and all Jungkook could think about was how the sunlight was made for you, how you glowed in front of him, how he wanted to cradle you into his chest and murmur confessions of his pure, unadulterated love into your ear. But Jungkook didn’t do any of that. Instead, he merely stood there, as if he was imitating a statue in all of his pirate glory. Terrified, regretful, and ever so angry at himself.

Fate was a cruel game.

The pearls shone prettily on your skin. A reminder of the best mistake he’s ever made.

Your eyes had yet to wander down to fully take in his appearance, for your expression still held fondness for the man that’s visited your bakery so often, still having no idea that he was a filthy pirate, locked into his molten gaze. “I think you dropped something…?” The golden chains dangled loose between your fingers as you held them out to him. Jungkook didn’t take them, frozen on the spot.

It was as if he could pinpoint the exact moment you found out his true origins. Your brows furrowed upon seeing the weaponry strapped onto him, one of his pirate tattoos on display (Jungkook cursed himself for not thinking of rolling his sleeve back down), and the six other men watching in silent despondency behind them. You had always been a sharp one, far too smart for your own good.

Or, perhaps, it's always been obvious. Jungkook was only wishing for the impossible.

“You’re a pirate.”

The statement wedged a stake into his chest, splintering his heart into pieces. When you stepped away from him, confused horror marring your beautiful features, Jungkook knew that it was over.

He lost you.

A flurry of emotions, overwhelming and tumultuous, evidently took over you at his lack of denial. You looked to be just as heartbroken as he was.

“You’re a pirate,” you repeated, dazed. You wanted him to say something, anything. Much to his surprise, you didn’t sound angry. You took several steps back this time. The weight of pearls around your neck suddenly felt choking.

The sudden calling of his name had his head whipping around to look at his captain, watching the brutal exchange with gentle sternness. “We have to go.” The guards’ll be coming soon, no doubt.

Jungkook looked back to you, any and all words lodged in his throat. Despite the fear in your irises, a soft expression of acceptance folded over your visage, for under all his pirate exterior, he was still the same man that you thought so fondly of from your bakery. The look was short-lived however, quick to fade away when Jungkook reached out for you hesitantly. A part of him pondered how a simple baker managed to steal from the stealer. You had robbed him of his heart, and Jungkook didn’t even try to stop you.

Upon seeing you inch away in mortification at your new revelation, Jungkook retracted his arm and pursed his lips. The agony clawing at his stomach was begging to be set free. He wanted nothing more than to get onto his knees and plead for your forgiveness.

I’m sorry I lied. I’m sorry I’m not the man you thought I was. I’m sorry I fell in love with you.

His name came out again, this time from Yoongi. That meant it was serious.

“I’ll come back,” Jungkook said, tears rimming the bottom of his warm doe eyes. You watched him start to trek backwards. “I promise.” The words felt heavy on his tongue, like he was swallowing down a knot of thorned ivy.

Before you had the chance to say anything back, he was gone, bounding back to his ship with his comrades. Not long after, the distant barks of guards pursuing them rang throughout the village. You took that as your cue to leave. Swallowing down the urge to cry, you forced your eyes away.

You hoped he wouldn’t uphold his promise, for the both of your sakes.

[hornet-breaker]

Frostbitten

Prime Duo noms? Yes. Dream is a Titan that is basically a Jaguar-hawk hybrid, and is simply enjoying a winter nap. When suddenly he gets a visitor in desperate need of warmth.

Tw: vore, digestion mention, safe vore, SFW mouth stuff, vomit mention

Dream was asleep when he heard the small pitter patter of feet and the chattering of teeth enter his winter den. The beast stirred, his feline ears perked up as he propped himself up with his arms and a mighty yawn, looking around. He could hear the shivering of the human, but it wasn’t fearful, it was weak. Dream flicked his tail and sat up.

“I know you’re here, show yourself.” He said gently.

A few moments passed before a scrawny teen peeked out from behind a corner, looking up at the beast. He looked pale and slightly blue and purple. Already not a good sign as he hugged himself trying to warm up. Dream furrowed his brow ridges, the human was freezing, there was no denying it, and he wouldn’t last very long without warmth.

“H-h-hey there, I-I was j—just,” he paused to sneeze, shaking himself a little, “p-passing through.”

“You were just passing through?” Dream mused, crawling closer to the human. He fell backwards in shock. “I’d imagine you need a place to stay for the night,”

The human nodded shyly. “Y-yeah, just a n-night away from h-home.” He was shivering violently. He wasn’t dressed for cold weather, the poor thing.

“Really? Well, I could provide you with somewhere warm.” He said. The human seemed to perk up feeling his breath. “You have to trust me though.”

The human backed up. “T-trust?”

Dream nodded. “You’ll be safe, cozy, and warm. You may not even want to leave,” he said, a hypnotic tone laced into his voice and he reached for the small. “Just trust me, you’ll be safe., I promise,”

With that Dream opened his maw and nudged the human closer to his mouth. The little creature was terrified but was frozen stiff from Dream’s hypnosis and the cold. As soon as his tongue touched the human, the little creature immediately melted as his tongue wrapping around the frozen body and his head moving closer to scoop him in with his lower jaw. The human tasted like raspberries, sweet and tart, but also frozen. He felt the human weakly protest, but his intoxicating saliva made the human relax, hugging the Titan’s tongue. Dream closed his mouth with the visitor secured inside, he could feel the squirming as he let his tongue relax and lay out in its neutral position. He could feel the little human shivering and huddling for warmth as it slowly stopped. Dream purred softly, he’s question the kid tomorrow, for now he went back to sleep, curling back up using his wings like a blanket...

The next morning Dream was rudely awakened by a sharp kick to his uvula, squawking in surprise as he gagged and spat out the aggressor. The human tumbled out of his mouth with a shrill cry of fear and surprise, landing with a wet slap from the thick layer of saliva he was covered in.

“What the fuck man?!” The human yelled.

“What is wrong with you? I was sleeping, why did you feel the need to do that?!” Dream groaned, sitting up and swallowing to prevent himself from vomiting.

“Because I wanted out. Thanks for not eating me, I’m going back home.” The human stated firmly as he stood up and shook his arms, grimacing at the thick fluid he was coated with.

“You don’t want to do that right now.” Dream said, shifting to sit cross legged with an amused look.

“Why not?” The human challenged, flicking saliva off his blonde dripping wet bangs. “Are you gonna stop me?”

“No, but I’ll happily eat your frozen corpse for breakfast.” He smirked.

The human suddenly went from aggressive to shocked as his tiny eyes widened. “I-“

“Yeah you’re gonna want to stay here until you dry off,” Dream said, offering him the corner of his cloak to help him out. The tiny took the corner and started drying himself off. “Now, you wanna explain to me what you were doing in Warden territory in the dead of the night, and in the middle of winter, dressed like it’s a normal summer day?”

The human went silent. “… you don’t need to know that.”

“Okay then, you wanna tell me your name?” Dream asked.

“Tommy. Just Tommy.” Tommy sighed, sitting down. At least he didn’t feel too threatened, which is exactly what Dream’s saliva does to prey: it calms and heals them, an odd combo but it helps situations like this.

“Okay then, Just Tommy, where are you from so I can take you back?” Dream asked, reaching for his waterskin to take a swig of water.

“Nowhere.” Tommy stated firmly. “I’m from nowhere.”

Dream swallowed his mouthful and looked down at the human. “You don’t sound like you’re from “Nowhere,” unless you’re trying to play a trick on me. Actually, you sound like,” he paused, “You’re from L’manburg.”

The human looked shocked, and almost terrified of the city’s name. L’manburg was 3 days away by horse, how did he end up this far without getting killed?! On top of that, humans never traveled alone, what was he doing all the way out here, in No Man’s Land?

“… fine, I’ll tell you everything if you promise not to eat me.” The human sighed. “Can I at least eat first, I’m starving.” He whined.

Dream nodded and got up slowly, startling the human upright and away. “Yeah, I have some deer jerky if you want some.”

Dream walked over to a barrel, and Tommy could see the patterns on the Titan’s body. A white underbelly with long brown fur almost like a tabby, and green spots like a Jaguar’s. His wings were white with green feathers that melted from an obnoxious neon green to a beautiful iridescent emerald green, with black spots on the tips. Tommy was amazed at how pretty his feathers were, he forgot how brilliant some Titans could look. Dream soon turned back to the human and lowered his hand, offering a small piece of dried up deer meat, that looked surprisingly tender.

Tommy took it and scurried off to a corner, tearing into it. It was the best thing he’d eaten all week. He froze hearing the Titan rip into his portion, munching away without a care for Tommy’s lingering fear of being eaten alive by the creature. After an unsettling meal (to the human at least), Dream beckoned Tommy over to him, having settled down into a rather cozy pile of furs knit into something like a pillow. Tommy reluctantly approached and sat down by his feathery tail.

“So, tell me what happened to you.” Dream said calmly, his emerald green cat-like eyes trained on Tommy. It was almost unsettling.

“Well, I used to live in L’manburg. But, then we had an invasion of a Warden. Everyone fled, I don’t know who survived, but I ran into No Man’s Land, hoping to find refuge. My last camp was destroyed when a Titan got jumped by two Wardens.” He shivered.

“I haven’t slept in days, today was the first thing I’ve eaten all week, everywhere I go maneaters are chasing me.” He slouched and started playing with the feathers on Dream’s tail. “The truth is I have no home, I’ve been wandering for weeks, everyone thinks I’m dead, or is dead. I’m alone. And, honestly I was hoping that maybe, as ridiculous as it sounds,” he looked up at Dream. “I might be able to stay with a Titan that doesn’t want me for lunch.”

Dream flicked his ear, this human was asking to stay with him, to rebuild his life he lost. If he was being honest it was lonely and boring in his cave, the only humans that ever entered were just food to him. This one however, would be different.

“Alright, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll let you live with me in my den, you will become my companion, kinda like a pet, but with benefits. Sound good?” Dream asked.

The human glared at the word “pet,” but nodded, and hugged his tail.

“Thank you,” he said, almost sobbing in relief. Dream felt himself getting attached to the human, and he could tell his life would change for the better.