#they started talking abt cooking and food and I just sat there like hello did u forget abt me

[bagels-withcreamcheese]

Eeeee I go back home soon I miss uli sooooo muchhhh we’ve been FaceTiming like 4 times a day but it simply not the same. We just stare into each other’s eyes n keep saying I love u on loop AAA he makes me blush so hard like I can’t help but hide my face when he starts telling me I’m cute 🫣🫣 I’ll be like nooo stoppp and he’ll be like no never I could do this for hours. He’s so adorable 🥺🥺🥺 I can’t wait to see him in a few hours. He rearranged his work schedule so he has the days off that I’m there. Like he’s already revolving his life around me it’s so sweet like he really shows how much he cares for me 😭 He’s already got the next few days planned out for us before I leave for Connecticut. He’s like ok we’re going to eat at these restaurants and watch these movies and go to these places and make charcuterie boards and repot the weed outside and go to the beach etc etc. Like he literally makes a list of everything he wants to do in a day and can’t sleep unless he finishes his list like he’s ocd as fuck. Hyperactive overly organized freak. I love it. I love everything abt him. He makes me so so so happy.

[lavenderwhore444]

Ah shit here we go again

Btw this is moth shigaraki

So imagine this you work at this place that’s like a zoo that has moths and other creatures ( u can tell I’m struggling) so ur coworkers were trying to get this baby moth inside it’s cage but it kept panicking and crying ( I think u know who is this baby moth) u went to see what’s up that’s how u saw the most beautiful moth u ever seen, you picked up the baby moth ( meanwhile ur coworkers were panicking) it just calmed down everyone was 👁👄👁 long story short u were now in charge of shigaraki, u took care of him feed him u did everything, until he was literally taller then u are ( moths grow up fast ok?) shigaraki was in love with u even when u had ur days off ( he absolutely hated when u had to leave home boy would throw tantrums) he would never let anyone touch him if anyone did they might of lost a couple of fingers, when u came back from ur break he would be attach to ur hip he would not let go not to mention he probably scratched the hell out of his neck so u had to deal with that, oh yeah he was overprotective of u won’t anyone touch u

Let’s just say u were super sick so u had to take a week off, u were devastated that ur not gonna be able to see shigaraki (u had to admit that u have fallen in love with him) so for now u were trying to get better, meanwhile shigaraki was losing his shit he thought u left him ( or dead💀 lmao) he couldn’t wait anymore so he escaped, it was easy finding where u lived since he memorized ur scent, u suddenly heard a noise come out of room ( u went to get some water or something idk sis) as u entered u found shigaraki, shigaraki ran to u and just hugged ( basically crashed u with his two sets of arms) he started to cry he wouldn’t let go, u got super worried and asked him what’s wrong, so he explained what happened then u suddenly felt super weak and almost fainted shigaraki was panicking asking if ur ok, u said that u had a fever thats all, shigaraki just put u back on the bed, shigaraki finally had the opportunity to repay u, he had read somewhere that sex can help ( it’s totally not an excuse for him to see u naked) he just wants to please u( his mommy 😏) his wings vibrated at the thought of pleasing u, let just say u had no problem with it. ( so when shigaraki is done reader flops shigaraki on the bed and fucks the shit out of him as a thank u gift lollll)

Kinks umm sub shigaraki whos eager to please and dom reader, this one hundred percent has a mommy kink umm I cant think of anything, this isn’t my best ideas so feel free to ignore this 😔😫

-🤡

Storms

Tomothura :) 🦋

I'm sleepy, and I want milk and cookies. Not to flex, but I only have to see my therapist every other week cause ig I'm just perfect.

Update I now see her once a week and have to take dbt a THIRD (?) time

I have a bad smell and taste in my mouth and nose from covid. It reminds me of meatballs but in the worst way :/

Warnings: masturbation, heat, vaginal sex, humping, loss of virginity (both parties), breeding, & mommy kink.

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I have rewritten this six times. No matter how much I write, whether it's 100 words or 1,000,000 words, I can't create a smooth transition between y/n's like caregiver (?) relationship with Shiggy to a romantic/sexual relationship with him. To put it simply, I give up 💀 . HOWEVER, I did cook up another scenario in my mind, so even though I have strayed from the original blueprint, I will still deliver a moth Shigaraki fic to all of you <3

To those of you brave people who aren't scared of storms:

1) I envy you.

2) I apologize because I need y/n to be scared of storms for my plot.

Thinking abt writing a poly relationship with y/n shigaraki and dabi. It’d just be so cute.

On another unrelated note: why did I get put on the gross end of scent kinks (yes, those exist)? Instead of being like, “mmm sexy cologne,” I'm like, “Dabi reeking after being on a long mission and cuddling, so I have to smell him and get his sweat on me, ” like Claire. Control yourself.

It was a beautiful night. The only light around you was the moon, the stars, and dozens of fireflies. It was warm and calm, no wind, no rain, not even a chill though the sun had set. You walked further through the forest. Your friends had gotten tired and retired to the campsite. You, however, had chosen to wander some more. You found clarity in the woods at night.

You stumbled upon a beautiful pond surrounded by luscious green trees. Lily pads floated in the water, and frogs croaked. The number of fireflies had increased, and little fairy circles littered the ground (you were careful not to step in them). There was a little cabin up a small hill. It had wooden walls and small windows which stopped you from seeing the inside.

You checked the time, 12:55 a.m. As you walked back, it started to rain. Great. A little rain never hurt anyone, right? But then it began to storm. The kind of storm that knocked loose widow makers, that made the ground shake, and could cause mudslides. You had to get inside and fast. You were closest to the cottage from earlier, and the trees got thicker by your campsite. You ran back as fast as you could and knocked on the door.

“Hello? Is anyone in there? It's storming, and my campsite is too far away, ” you called.

“It's open, ” a voice called.

You opened the door and shut it quickly, not wanting to be out in the storm for a second longer. Then, you took off your shoes.

“I’m making tea for us, ” the voice said.

“Oh, it's ok. You really don't have to-”

“I didn't ask you, ” the voice said again, “just accept my hospitality, ”

You sat down on the couch and scrolled through your phone. Even though you had sworn it had 50% left, it was now nearly dead.

“Do you have a phone charger I could borr-” the lights flickered off, “never mind, ”

Here you were, trapped in a stranger's house as it stormed with nothing but a dead phone and no power. The stranger walked into the room, and your first reaction was to scream.

“Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you, ” Shigaraki said, setting down your tea.

“You're- you have- what are- y-you have, ” you stuttered in shock.

“Yeah, I've got wings and shit. Calm down, ” Tomura said, taking a sip of his tea.

You sat in silence for a moment as you processed.

“I'm tomura shigaraki, ” he said, “if we're stuck here together while it storms, we might as well know each other's names, ”

“I'm y/n, ” you said.

“Pretty name, ” Shigaraki said.

“Thank you, ” you nodded, “so how long do you think the storm will last?”

“No idea, but here it can rain for up to five days, ” he said.

“Oh, ” you said.

“It’ll be fine. I've got food for both of us, ” Shigaraki said.

“No, that's not what I'm worried about. I'm just scared of-” thunder roared, and lightning struck. You nearly jumped out of your seat.

“You're scared of storms, ” he finished, “you can come sit next to me if it would make you feel better or whatever, ” he offered.

You nodded and sat next to him. Despite looking...strange, his presence was very comforting. More thunder and lighting caused you to jump. He wrapped one of his soft wings around you.

“You're fine, y/n. Don't worry, ok?” Tomura said.

Did he know why he was letting you sit so close to him? No. Did he know why he wanted to comfort you? Also no.

“You're wet, ” he said.

You nearly choked, “what?”

“I’ll give you some clothes while yours are in the dryer, ” he said, getting up.

“Can I come with you?” you said, “I don't want to be alone, ”

He sighed, “sure, come on, ”

You both headed up to his room, and he threw you some clothes. Shigaraki looked at you, waiting patiently.

“Well?” he said.

“I'm not gonna change in front of you, ” you said, cheeks glowing bright red.

“I don't know why you're making it a big deal, ” he muttered, turning away.

Truthfully he'd never seen anyone naked and had lived alone most of his life. When he thought about you naked or even just in your underwear, he felt strange.

“I'll be right back, ” he muttered, heading to the bathroom.

He had a strange urge to touch himself, so he indulged. After unzipping his pants, he cupped his hardening cock gently and hissed at the new sensation. It felt weird but good. So good. He wrapped a hand around it and started stroking it gently, nearly moaning out loud.

He turned on the sink to mask any accidental noises. He kept stroking for a while longer, stifling even more noises. Soon he felt an intense tingling sensation in his balls that seemed to grow stronger and spread throughout his cock. As he finally burst, his whole body relaxed, and thick, white sticky liquid shot out of his dick. It was foreign to him, but it felt wonderful.

Meanwhile, outside, you had heard everything. You sat on the bed awkwardly as Tomura came out of the bathroom. He took your wet clothes.

“The um dryer is just downstairs, ” he said, looking towards the floor, “if you want to come with, ”

“Sure, ” you nodded, following behind him.

With your clothes in the dryer, you both sat downstairs on the couch. It was silent until you decided to try and lighten the mood.

“So what um do you like to do for fun?” you asked.

“I like games a lot, ” he said, taking a carrot off a plate of vegetables he'd gotten the two of you.

“I like games too, ” you smiled.

The both of you talked about games for a while until you nearly passed out.

“Hey, head upstairs. I'll take the couch, ” Shigaraki said, noticing your eyelids fluttering shut.

“No, I don't want to take your bed, ” you yawned.

“Get upstairs y/n. I'm serious just sleep in my fucking bed, ” Shigaraki ordered.

“But-, ”

“No, no buts, ” he interrupted.

“The least I can do is let you sleep with me. Won't you crush your wings on the couch?” you said.

“Fine. If it makes you feel better, I guess, ” Shigaraki mumbled.

You both walked upstairs. Shigaraki found a toothbrush for you, and you got into bed with him. You slept back to back, but it was cold. No, frigid. He could tell by the way you were shivering. He turned towards you and held you with both pairs of arms. A wing draped over you, and he rested his chin on your head.

“Don’t make it weird, ” he grunted.

“Ok, ” you said, sleep clouding your mind.

By the following day, you had turned towards him, and you both were completely tangled in each other. It was still storming when you woke up. You pulled Shigaraki closer, savoring his warmth.

“Morning, sleepyhead, ” he said.

“Morning, ” you responded.

He stroked your hair gently, wings humming quietly. He flipped on the light, and to your surprise, it worked. The power was back on!

“I’ll make breakfast, ” you said, getting up.

He pulled you back down, “ten more minutes. You're warm, ”

Ten minutes turned into an hour as you dozed off again. You couldn't help it, he was warm, and his nimble fingers traced designs on your back. The bed was so soft, and so were his wings. After a while, he woke you up, poking your cheek.

“Can you still make breakfast?” he said, smiling down at you.

You looked so beautiful with messy hair and tired eyes. Shigaraki couldn't help himself as he traced a finger over your lips. He saw the blush on your cheeks and rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip.

“You have nice lips, ” he whispered.

“Thank you, ” you said.

He sensed your breathing pick up along with your heartbeat.

“Your heart is beating really fast, y/n, ” Shigaraki said, bringing his face closer to yours, “are you alright?”

“Yeah. yeah, I'm fine, ” you said, “don't worry about me, ”

He nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“If you say so, ” he said, getting out of bed.

You already missed the warmth of his body; it was still freezing from all the rain. How could the weather change so quickly? You followed him downstairs and began to make breakfast. As you were cooking, you felt him put one of his zip-up hoodies over your shoulders.

“You look cold, ” he said, “take it, ”

“Thank you, ” you responded, pushing your arms into the sleeves immediately.

It smelled just like him. This was your routine with him for the next three days. On the morning of your fourth day, the rain had stopped. The thing is, neither of you said anything. You just went about your day together like normal. The truth is, you liked it here. You were so much happier with him in his little house than you had ever been anywhere else.

“The rain stopped over a month ago, ” he said one day, “why haven't you left?” that definitely didn't come off the way he wanted it to.

“Oh well, I can leave if you'd like-”

“No. Stay, ” he said, “I want you here,”

He got up and wrapped both pairs of arms around you.

“Stay, ” he whispered.

“I will, ” you said, pushing your face into the crook of his neck.

He held you like that for a while, savoring the feeling of you in his arms. The months flew by. Soon the leaves turned orange and red and fell to the ground. Next, the ground was bright white from the snow, and tulips began to bloom in the spring.

‘Shit,’ Shigaraki thought, ‘its spring’

He'd been feeling strange lately, and after googling his symptoms, he realized he was going into his first heat. He googled many things that night, some disgusted him, and some did quite the opposite.

“Hey y/n, you should probably head back and get your things. You've been here a while, so I'm just assuming you're staying, ” Shigaraki said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“I'm alright, ” you smiled, tending to the little garden you'd started, “I've gone into town a few times. I have everything I need, ”

“No, really, I think it would be good, ” he said.

“Shiggy, if you want me to leave, it's ok, ” you said, standing up and stroking his cheek.

He loved when you did that. It always made his wings buzz happily.

“No!” he said, “I don't want you to leave, please stay, ”

You smiled, “I'm not going anywhere, ok? You don't have to be so anxious; I'm staying, ”

He nodded, “I just- um, ”

“Go on, ” you urged, combing your fingers through his hair.

“I um think I'm going into...heat, ” he whispered the last part, “and I don't want you to have to deal with that, ”

“I don't mind, ” you said, “if it's alright with you, I’d like to stay. I'll take care of you, ”

He smiled and wrapped both pairs of arms around you.

“You're amazing, ” he said.

You giggled, “so what even happens during your heat? Do you get sick or something?”

“It’s hard to explain, ” he muttered.

“How am I supposed to take care of you if I don't know what's wrong?” you said, pouting up at him.

He shoved his phone in your hand, “here, ”

You read the screen, eyes widening and cheeks getting hot.

You looked up at him, “so you um, ”

“Yeah, ” he muttered, “as I said, you don't have to stay. I’m serious.”

You took a deep breath, “I want to stay. I want to help you in any way I can, even if it means letting you take my virginity. Truthfully I’d be happy if you did, Tomura, ”

“You would?” he asked, “are you sure?”

You nodded, “I think I've liked you for a while now. Even if you don't feel the same way, I just want you to know that I'm okay with whatever you need to do to me, ” your breath hitched at the last part.

You'd never seen yourself as submissive. You never took shit from anyone. Shigaraki didn't see you as submissive either, even with all the things you’d said. When they mixed with your tone and personality, they sounded caring but not in a submissive sense.

You were dominant, but not in the way he'd always thought of it. You were like...

“Mommy, ” he whispered.

So soft and gentle. Calm and caring but independent and strong.

“Can I call you that? It just feels...right, ” he said.

You nodded, “um sure, ”

“Mommy, ” he sighed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

You reached up to run your fingers through his hair. Shigaraki groaned quietly.

“About what you said earlier, I like you too, y/n, ” he said.

You smiled and pecked him on the lips. After you pulled away, he pressed his lips to yours again immediately. He grabbed your hair, pulling you closer as you yelped in surprise. He laughed softly, starting to slip his tongue into your mouth. Tomura tried to dominate the kiss to no avail. Instead, he fell victim to the way you were able to move your tongue around in his mouth, leaving almost nothing untouched.

You pulled away, admiring the dark blush on his cheeks. He's so pretty.

“I'm sleepy, mommy, ” he said before yawning.

He picked you up and carried you upstairs. You laughed and kissed him on the cheek. He put you down on the bed and practically laid on top of you. He wrapped his arms around you, letting his wings act as your blanket.

“Goodnight, ” you whispered.

“G’night, mommy, ” he mumbled.

You awoke to something rubbing your thigh.

“Mommy, ” he moaned, “mommy, please. Please, it hurts so bad, mommy, ”

As you became more conscious, you realized that he was humping your thigh. He’d already made a sticky mess in his pants and on your own. You kissed him gently. Letting your soft lips contrast between the rough humping of your leg.

“Want, ” he moaned, “need to mate, mommy. I need to please, ”

“It's alright, sweetie, ” you said, pulling him between your legs.

He began humping your crotch, panting and drooling.

“Mommy, ” he slurred, “I want in. I want in you, ”

His wings had been buzzing violently ever since you agreed. One set of hands cupping your face and the other holding your hips in place as he rubbed his cock on your clothed pussy. You wiggled out of your pants with his help, and he practically ripped off his own pants. He pulled off his boxers and ripped off your panties. He shoved himself into you, nearly screaming at the way your warm wet cunt sucked his cock in. The way you clenched because he was big, so fucking big.

“Mommy, ” he chanted, “mommy, mommy, mommy, ”

He lasted a surprisingly long time, wandering fingers finding your clit. He slammed into you, slapping skin and squelching filled his ears, but all of this was drowned out by his moans and whimpers. Finally, Tomura pushed you over the edge. You clenched and came all around his cock with a loud moan.

“Mommy, ” he sobbed, “breed mommy, I need you to take my cum mommy. I need you to let me breed you and make you all pretty with my kids, ”

“Yes, Tomu, go ahead, sweetie. Breed, mommy, ” you moaned.

He gasped and sobbed as an absurd amount of cum flooded your cunt. It began to ooze out of your cunt around his cock. He collapsed on top of you, panting as his cock softened inside of you. His heat was over. His need to breed you was met. He was exhausted, couldn't move to bathe, only pass out with you safe in his arms.

Over time you did swell up with his kids. He was so excited to start a family, to claim you with his offspring. If you had his kids, you were his, end of story. No one was allowed to look at you or touch you.

‘Mommy’s so pretty when she's bred,’ he thought to himself as he kissed your stomach.

[reareaotaku]

Strange Friendship

Pt 1, Pt 2

You chewed on the beef that Shoto had cooked for you. Well, he didn't technically cook it for you but that doesn't matter. You looked at him as you chewed your beef, seeing him stare at the plate. You stopped eating and just stared at him, wondering if you should start up a conversation. When you were gonna say something, Shoto spoke.

"How's school."

You shrugged, "Could be worse."

He chuckled, finally taking a bite of his beef. You stabbed your beef, taking a nice bite.

"How's work?

He put his head in his hands, laughing, making you think maybe you were wrong. "It feels weird, you asking me such questions. It's so personal."

"Oh.. Sorry."

"No, don't be. It's nice."

You smile, thinking this is the beginning of a strange friendship.

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You sigh as you carry your backpack up to your house. Ochaco had been sick and you just decided to walk.  While walking, you subconsciously passed Shoto's house. Lucky you, Shoto was coming out to get his mail.   

"Oh, hello, Y/n." 

You looked towards him and smiled, "Oh, hi Shoto!"

"Wanna come in. I have some cake."

You looked towards the direction of your house and then back to Shoto. This wasn't a hard choice.

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You took a nice bite of the pretty cake. You groaned as the slick icing melted in your mouth.

”I’m glad you like it.”

You smiled at dual-haired man, chewing the pieces in bliss. He picked at his cake. You had noticed that abt Shoto. He picked at his food a lot, though you could never figure out why. It was just one of his many many tics. 

You picked up your plate, but where quickly stopped, as Shoto told you that you didn't have to do it, but you felt bad. Though Shoto just told you to shoo and he would take care of it. You went into his nice NICE living room and sat on his couch. You looked at the walls and ceiling and the pale white bumps. 

"Hey Shoto, have you ever thought of decorating?"

He pushed open the door, walking towards you, looking around. He thought about it for a second, "No, I guess not." 

"Well, you should."

"I think of it as a fire hazard."

You froze, what a strange use of words. You felt an hand on your shoulder. "Are you okay, Y/n?"

You looked up at him, smiling, "Yes."

He looked at you unsure, but dropped it, thinking you'd talk about it if you wanted to. You frowned, looking away from him. You ran your hand against the soft fabric of the couch you were sitting on. 

"This is such a nice couch, Shoto."

He chuckled, agree, saying he was glad you liked it, since you did pick it out.

"I did, didn't I?"

"Yes you did, Y/n."

You looked at Shoto, smiling, glad he was alive. You like this friendship you had with him, even if it was a strange friendship.

[fullmetalscullyy]

Hello, I saw your post about being open for prompts and I had an idea about havocs gf in Central being Rebecca after all before they get relocated, could be angsty as hell, so if this might vibe with you... Just a thought

aaaah thank you sm!! this was a fun one bc i’ve not written havolina in a long time! thank u for getting me back into it with this wonderful idea hehe 💖 i hope you enjoy this lil sprinkle of angst  

Jean closed his front door with a dejected sigh. Movement came from inside his apartment, so he knew she was already here. His eyes closed briefly, an attempt to collect his thoughts and steel himself for the upcoming conversation. It would be hard as hell.

“Hey,” Rebecca greeted him, popping her head into the hallway to offer him a beautiful smile.

Turning, he hid his forlorn look and paused, taking in her bright expression upon seeing him and the way her dark hair tumbled over her shoulder. An apron clung to her body and was dotted with red splashes of sauce. She was in the middle of cooking them dinner.

Jean’s chest tightened but he forced a smile through it, returning her greeting.

“I’ll be back in a few,” he stated. One of his hands lifted to grasp her waist lightly as he pecked her cheek. “I’m going to get changed.”

Rebecca said nothing but he could feel her eyes on him as he left her in the doorway to his kitchen.

“Okay…” She knew something was off, but then again he’d never been perfect at hiding his emotions. By God, did he try, but when it hurt this much it was hard.

Changing out of his uniform took far longer than it should have, mainly because once he’d changed, Jean sat down on his bed and didn’t move for ten minutes or so. He just stared at his bedroom wall, trying and failing miserably to come up with the words he needed to tell Rebecca he was being transferred away.

They were in the Academy together with Riza. The two of them had hit it off right from the start and he’d been smitten with her for years. They’d fooled around more than once… Multiple times. It was all fun and games though. Nothing serious. Not friends with benefits but not a relationship. It was casual, which suited them both, but recently Jean had realised that he didn’t want to be casual anymore. Neither did she.

For a few months they’d had something resembling a relationship. It was budding but it had been beautiful. That was also when Jean Havoc realised he’d fallen for Rebecca Catalina years ago but had never admitted it to himself. Even after fooling around and she’d dozed off, Jean had been content just to watch Rebecca sleep for a while and marvel at her features. He’d stroke her face and press a kiss to her forehead, a ritual of his after every night together in each other’s bed, then fall asleep.

And now, after finally coming together, they were being ripped apart.

“Jean?”

He blinked and returned to the present, finding Rebecca’s face right in front of his. She looked wary and worried at why he wasn’t moving, just staring into space in his bedroom. Shit!

“What’s wrong?” she asked. Her voice was even and controlled as she tried to discover the root of his suffering.

The words froze in his throat. If he voiced them aloud then it would become a reality. And he really didn’t want to leave her to go to Central.

“Come on,” she urged gently. Rebecca’s hands grasped his biceps and nudged him to stand from the bed. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Rebecca,” he whispered as emotion clouded his voice. Damn it! Don’t lose it now!

“Dinner is almost ready,” she repeated. One corner of her mouth quirked up. “I’m known as a shit cook and I don’t want to add any more fuel to that fire by burning our food.”

“I – I have to tell you something –” Jean was standing now, turning to face her as she gently but firmly made him walk out of the room.

“Later,” she promised. “Dinner first.”

“I can’t –” he started to argue. He couldn’t sit there in an uncomfortable silence because the weight of what had happened to him that day was hanging over him.

“You’re not the only one who works at Eastern Headquarters,” she reminded him softly.

A pained look crossed her face and Jean froze. She already knew.

“When a you, up and coming officer like Mustang gets promoted to Central, news travels fast,” she explained.

Rebecca walked around Jean to re-enter his kitchen. She busied herself over the stove as she turned dials and began to dish up.

“So, you already know?”

Rebecca nodded. Jean could tell by the set of her shoulders that she wasn’t happy about the news and that made things even worse. This was hurting her.

“We’re going to sit down to dinner. Have you washed up?”

Jean stared at her, watching her move. Why wasn’t she more upset about this? Or angry?

“Rebecca –”

“Have you washed up?” she asked, her tone more forceful than before.

Jean nodded. “Yes.”

“Then come and help me dish up the food.”

It smelled delicious and his stomach rumbled loudly, but it also twisted painfully, affecting his appetite.

“We are going to sit down to dinner,” Rebecca stated as she lifted her own plate and gestured for him to sit at his table. “Because I put far too much time and effort into it for us not to. Then,” she added, taking a deep breath. “We can talk about it. Although I don’t really know what there is to talk about. It’s going to happen and that’s a fact. Regardless, you clearly want to.” Her eyes lifted to meet his once she was seated. “So, we can,” she smiled.

“I don’t want to leave you,” Jean whispered. His food was forgotten before him, which truly was a crime because like Rebecca said, she’d spent time on this for him. No, for them. She’d made them dinner and had it ready for him coming home from work. He’d never had a girlfriend who’d put such an effort in before. They mostly just wanted to order in or expected him to cook instead. Rebecca had gone out of her way to make them something from scratch, and he found it to be a lovely gesture.

“I know,” she admitted quietly as she took a bite of her food.

“I tried…” he trailed off. “I tried to ask if you could come too but…”

“That would never happen,” Rebecca finished.

“No,” Jean conceded glumly.

“Well, we’ll just have to make the most of the time we have left,” she reasoned, her voice determined. Glancing up at him, she gestured towards him with her fork. “Eat,” she prompted. “Please.”

Jean picked up his fork and took a bite just to appease her, but found it was very tasty. He took another.

“Is that what you want?” Jean asked as he swallowed thickly.

“Want?” Rebecca frowned.

“Well, I mean, you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to –”

“I’m not going to let you finish that thought,” she interrupted.

“Why?”

“Because of course I want to stick around!” Rebecca exclaimed. “How could you think I wouldn’t?”

“Because…” Jean floundered. “I don’t know,” he admitted. He dropped his eyes to his plate. “I just wanted to give you an out,” he mumbled. “In case you wanted it.” His shoulders rounded in on themselves as he tried to hide from the painful feelings creeping in his chest. He had to give her that chance just in case she wanted it. He’d never ask her to wait around and wouldn’t expect it either. She was smart, quick-witted, and absolutely gorgeous. Rebecca was way out of his league, so he had to give her a chance to leave. He was nothing special to pine over.

Rebecca stood from her chair. She knelt beside him and took his face gently in between her hands. His head was turned to face her. “Of course I want to stay. I love you, Jean. And I’m willing to see this through if that’s what you want.”

“See this through?” he echoed, feeling something like hope creep up his chest, dousing the fire of some of the pain already residing there.

Rebecca nodded. “Absolutely. We have phones. We have letters. God, that would be so romantic,” she winked. “And we have annual leave. Central isn’t a million miles away from here,” she reminded him gently. “There’s trains. I will absolutely come visit.”

Jean wrapped his arms around her tightly. “I love you,” he whispered.

Rebecca gripped onto the back of his t-shirt tightly. “I love you too. I’m not going to give you up this easily, Jean Havoc!”

He pulled away, cupping her cheek lightly. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“Did you expect me to leave?”

He nodded, somewhat nervous. “It’s a lot of effort, long distance.”

“You’re worth it,” Rebecca promised.

Jean pulled her in tight again, but his face was a grimace. Despite having her on board and willing to try a long-distance relationship, it would still be hard. He didn’t know when they’d be leaving yet, so Rebecca was right. He had to make sure every moment counted. He would ensure he cherished every little moment they had left together, because after the move he had no idea when he’d see her in person again.

i know he goes on to “date” lust but ehhhh let’s call it undercover dating bc this is cute uwu (makes things even angstier tho bc he’d probably tell rebecca abt it to get the ok from her… oh boy, more relationship angst!)

[earthpodd]

Chapter 4 – Ea, the Sword of Rupture

This is the last instalment in the Sword of Rupture arc. Next chapter we will start with a new arc, and the plot thickens, guys. Also, sorry for the wait.

Prologue, Parts I, II, III.

Read on AO3.

Here we go, @bl-gifs , @andwebegin .

After Kun Lun left his house that evening, Shen Wei was left alone with his thoughts. He was a man of eccentric beliefs, but none of them were exactly related to a divine figure, rather they were tied to the webs of destiny. This time, though, he wondered if there was someone pulling the strings, making all of this into a big plot for amusement. The archaeologist couldn’t explain what he saw, couldn’t make sense of it, in truth, he couldn’t even believe it and all of that was driving him to the edge of a breakdown, which was uncharacteristic of him. He had always been a composed man, able to face anything with a gentle smile and a clear mind, no matter how troubling things got. Scolding himself for his thoughts, the male moved to stand in front of the bookshelf in his bedroom. His digits skimmed through the spine of the books as he read the titles looking for a specific one, ‘The Order of the Guardian’. The book told tales of a war that happened over ten thousand years in the past between humans and Dixing-ians, a species that looked just like humans, but came from another planet and could develop abilities beyond the human capabilities. Despite most people’s belief that the tales in this were all truthful, Shen Wei had always treated it as a work of fiction. To him, it sounded more like the town’s biggest market strategy to attract tourists. He didn’t know why he felt like reading it all of sudden, but maybe it was his subconscious plagued by wishful thinking, believing that it would provide him with answers.

Removing the book from where it was located, Shen Wei returned to the couch where he and Kun Lun had previously been seated in and reclaimed his spot on it, opening the book to read. He was not really in-depth with the story, just merely passing the pages to see if there was any mention of the Sword of Rupture. It could help if he knew more about the relic, but what he found instead was the mention of a familiar name, Kun Lun. That could be a mere coincidence, but seeing the detective’s name being mentioned in the book made Shen Wei’s eyes widen slightly. The male pushed the frame of his glasses further up his nose, adjusting them against his face, so he could properly read what was being said on the book and try to make any connections. Sadly, for him, the story didn’t delve much into the personal stories of anyone, it just told their deeds and how the war was ended with the agreement between humans and Dixing-ians.

Seeing no more mentions of Kun Lun in the book, the archaeologist decided to drop the reading and get some rest. He was not one to ever go to bed early, but he felt drained with everything that had gone down since he met the detective. With a sigh, Shen Wei changed into his pyjamas and fell onto the bed, wrapping the covers around himself as he laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. His glasses were removed when he turned off the light of the lamp on his bedside table. Despite his best efforts, the man couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep immediately, which was why he grabbed his phone to shoot a text to the other man.

From: Shen Wei

To: Detective Kun

We will talk to Huang Jin tomorrow. I have a plan.

                                                             11:35 p.m.

From: The Great Kun Lun

To: Xiao Wei <3

why r u still awake

did u miss so much u couldn’t wait till tmr

                                                11:36 p.m.

From: Shen Wei

To: Detective Kun

I just wanted to inform you, so you wouldn’t make any plans.

                                                                              11:35 p.m.

From: The Great Kun Lun

To: Xiao Wei <3

im sleepy now

we can talk abt out daet tmr

                            11:36 p.m.

It took Shen Wei some time to decipher Kun Lun’s texts, but once he did, he decided to stop bothering the man, who was probably only half awake at the moment. Not everyone had the same sleeping habits as he did. The archaeologist placed his phone back on the bedside table and turned to lie on his side. His efforts were directed towards trying to fall asleep. Like the detective had said, they could discuss all of this in the morning. There was no reason to overthink. With that in mind, the male finally managed to fall into the warm embrace of slumber.

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“Hello!” The voice greeted, making Chu lose his composure for an instant. “So, you are the famous Chu Shu Zhi. Changcheng has good taste.” The female was quite humorous and chuckled delicately as she stepped aside to welcome her guest inside. “Are you disappointed that he wasn’t the one to greet you first?” The boxer was yet to say something, but once he recovered from the momentary stupor, Shu Zhi subtly shook his head, features hardening to cover any trace of embarrassment the woman’s question could have caused on him. “You must be his aunt. The one that was asleep when I came here to drop him off last night.” His tone was not outright rude, but it was laced with suspicion. A mere defence mechanism against the nervousness he was feeling. Guo Li Min chuckled again and nodded. One of her palms came to press against the male’s shoulder blade, urging him inside. “Come on, the dinner is not ready yet, but everyone is waiting in the living room.” The auntie smiled and then pointed in the direction of the room where Chu had been with Guo and his uncle the night before. As if only now remembering the box in his hand, he extended it towards Li Min. “I brought dessert.” The message was delivered straight to the point, and finally, he cast his gaze elsewhere. “I’ll go put in the fridge. You go on along first.” Once again the woman gestured towards the living room and then left the boxer alone. Shu Zhi took a deep breath and only then did he force himself to move towards where the hosts were waiting for him.

When Chu entered the room, Guo was the first to stand up to greet him. The boy rushed to his side as if they were long friends who had not seen each other in ages. It was strange, but he didn’t stop Changcheng as the writer came closer, welcoming him. “Chu Ge, you really came.” He said, as if he had spent the whole day doubting the boxer would stay true to his word. “Didn’t I say that I was going to come?” Shu Zhi looked at Guo in a stern way now, and then looked away to greet the boy’s uncle with a glance and a nod of his head. When he made to move and take a seat by Guo Ying’s side, Chu felt a tug on the bag of his shirt and found Changcheng looking shyly at him, and despite the huff he released, the boxer still followed the writer into the couch opposite Guo’s uncle. They sat side by side with not much space between them, since this couch was smaller than the other one. Shu Zhi was about to comment on that when Guo Li Min entered the room, sitting beside her husband. Her gaze was friendly when it landed on him again. “So, Chu Shu Zhi, tell me more about yourself.” Chu didn’t have much to say about himself, and if he were to be honest, that was never something he had had to do before, so he was a little lost on what to say, something that was probably translated to his expression. “I’m a boxer, I work at Dragon City Boxing Academy, I live at Crown Street and that’s about it. There is not much to tell.” A shrug is added to the end of his sentence, and despite not having said anything exciting he can see how giddy Guo has become by his side, so he glances at the boy questioningly. Before any of the two can say anything, Li Min continues her quest of getting to know Shu Zhi. “What about your family?” The boxer instinctively swallowed in dry when he heard the question. His expression soured visibly and he avoided looking anyone in the eye, even if they had no way of knowing how sensitive of a topic that was. “They are all dead.” He said, in a voice that sounded more scolding than anything else. It would probably ruin his image in the eyes of Guo’s family, but he couldn’t help himself.

A long moment of silence passed between them, and from the corners of his eyes, Chu could see Changcheng hesitantly reaching for him and with brimming tears in his eyes. What is this dumbass even crying for? It’s not his family, he thought, but even then he could feel something softening inside of him at the sight. The quiet was disturbed by the voice of the maid, announcing that the food was ready. They didn’t touch the subject of the conversation again, but also didn’t say anything else as they made their way over to the dining room. The room was actually kind of cosy, Shu Zhi noticed as he took his place by the table beside Changcheng and facing the writer’s uncle and aunt. There was still tension in the air and no one seemed to want to address the elephant in the room, so they just proceeded like that. Food was served, all delicious looking food. “You know, Changcheng helped me cook all of this.” Guo Li Min said after a little while, trying to bring the mood back to a lighter tone. Chu turned his gaze to look at Guo again, only to see that the boy was wearing a proud, albeit shy smile. It made him feel some kind of weird palpitations inside of his chest. “You helped make all this?” He asked, in a faked tone of disbelief, just so he could tease the younger male. The writer eagerly nodded to indicate that yes, he had helped make the food. The boxer wondered if it was because of him. “Let’s eat!” Guo Ying said at least, bringing everybody’s attention back on the food. And then they started digging in.

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When they met up the next day it was already past noon. Shen Wei had been busy all morning running errands for the museum, even though he had asked for a leave. Kun Lun on the other hand slept late until he got a call from the other male asking him to meet at the archaeologist’s workplace at one in the afternoon, which gave him about half an hour to get ready and presentable enough for them to meet with Huang Jin, though this time he didn’t bother wearing a suit, just a button up and pants should be enough. Shen Wei was waiting for him at the museum’s entrance, he was dressed in a different suit than the day prior, but this one didn’t seem as new, that wasn’t to say that the man didn’t look just as stunning, though. The detective had to take a double take, his breath catching as he gazed at the man who had plagued his dreams, though in those dreams there was far less clothing involved. “You look too handsome, Xiao Wei. Are you trying to seduce me?” Those were the first words to leave Kun Lun’s mouth when the archaeologist approached him. He loved how the other male would always discreetly avert his gaze and shy away whenever he complimented him. “Are you ready to go?” Shen Wei asked and only then did the detective notice that the other man was not wearing glasses. “Say, Shen Wei, why do you not have your glasses on today?” He asked in curiosity, though he was a little distracted by how long the archaeologist’s eyelashes were. Shen Wei seemed like he was caught by surprise and instinctively smiled, shyly, lowered his head slightly and directing his gaze to the ground. “I seem to have scratched them somehow, so I had to wear contacts today.” Kun Lun, for his part, just nodded along, finally turning to walk back into the car, though not without commenting first. “You look good without them, too.” The archaeologist stopped at the car’s door, looking at Kun Lun at the other side, though he didn’t really say anything, even if words were at the tip of his tongue, ready to come out, but he swallowed them down. The detective looked back at him, chuckling faintly for a moment before opening the door to the driver’s side. “Aren’t you getting in Xiao Wei?” Shen Wei smiled, perhaps a bit timidly, but did exactly that.

Just like the last time, the drive to Huang Jin’s place didn’t take long. The only difference was that this time around the vendor was not expecting them, so when the maid welcomed them at the door, they were made to wait in the living room while she checked if her boss could meet with them at that moment. Kun Lun looked around them at the room with an analytical gaze, though he didn’t seem to be very appreciative of the decoration, that is, until his gaze landed on Shen Wei and he delivered that mischief filled smile that was one of his trademarks. “These rich people spend too much money on stupid things.” And with that he fished a lollipop from his pocket, unwrapping and then immediately sticking the candy between his lips as he kept looking at the archaeologist. “Some people compensate the emptiness of the house with decoration.” Shen Wei states matter-of-factly, but his attention is drawn to the way Kun Lun’s tongue is seemingly caressing the underside of the lollipop in slowly timed leaps. The detective doesn’t stop there, not now that he got the other male in a trance, so he circles the round candy with the tip of his tongue between wrapping his lips around it. Kun Lun applies light suction to the lollipop, only interested in the sound his action triggered and in the way the archaeologist seemed to swallow hardly while watching him. Sadly, they are interrupted by Huang Jin who came to greet them in person. “Gentlemen! I didn’t expect to see you two again so soon.” The vendor said, walking towards the two males and offering his hand in a greeting. “What can I do for you?” At first, both men remained silent, but then Shen Wei stood up, getting at eye level with Huang Jin and smiled reassuringly. “We would like to take another look at the sword.” The vendor looked at him in suspicion. He no longer seemed all that friendly. “Why? I thought everything was settled yesterday.” His tone was more accusing than inquisitive, but the archaeologist didn’t let himself be intimidated by that. “Mr Jiang said he has received another offer for the sword, but there can’t possibly be two Ea’s, so one of them must be a copy.” Shen Wei used the name of the owner of the museum to draw credibility into his words, but he also used all of his confidence into his speech, seeming apologetic at the proper time, as if he was ashamed of having to do such a thing. Huang Jin didn’t seem pleased, but he still conceded in the end. “Of course, of course.” He said, in a tone that made it obvious that it was against his will.

Anticipation had built inside of Shen Wei, and as they walked up towards Huang Jin’s office, he couldn’t help but wonder if he would have the same reaction upon touching the sword. Or even if Kun Lun, who had stayed silent during the conversation downstairs, would see anything. Upon entering the room they were told to sit while the vendor went to retrieve the sword. Not long after that Ea was brought to them. As they had agreed before, Shen Wei would be the first to touch the Sword of Rupture, pretending to be analysing it, and if he saw anything he would pass the sword over to Kun Lun to see if the detective would have the same reaction. So when Huang Jin opened the lid of the box where he kept Ea, the archaeologist approached the desk and took the relic into his hands. Even though he was more prepared for it this time around, it still took him a second to compute when his sight was suddenly replaced by that of a vision of the past.

Shen Wei was laid on a stretcher inside of what seemed to a laboratory. The archaeologist had wires attached to his body and looked like he was unconscious. Zhao Yun Lan was bent forward his nose almost touching the other male’s own as he smelt the unconscious man. The Chief was startled when the professor suddenly opened his eyes and then tried to play nonchalant, leaning back and looking sheepishly as if what he had done wasn’t completely weird, and even creepy in a way.

As he turned the sword over in his hands, the scene changed.

It was evening and they were inside a taxi. Zhao Yun Lan seemed like he was intoxicated, either that or profusely sleepy. The Chief dropped his head to Shen Wei’s shoulder, seeming comfort for a nap, but the professor didn’t allow it to go on for long, he gently extracted himself from the contact and place the other male’s head in an upright position, though he kept watching Yun Lan with contained adoration. Finally taking pity on the man, he went and pulled the Chief’s head back on his shoulder, which caused warmth to spread across his cheeks.

Shen Wei gulped soundlessly and bobbed his head in a nod, which was the planned signal for Kun Lun. His sight didn’t get back to the present time until the sword was off his grasp, but then his gaze was automatically directed to the detective, whom had an unreadable expression upon his features. In order to not let Huang Jin become suspicious, the archaeologist turned to him with a small smile. “It seems to be legitimate.” He said, nodding his head at the vendor, but Huang Jin didn’t seem to be looking at him, but rather at Kun Lun. “Why is he crying?” He asked, forcing Shen Wei’s head to quickly whip around to look at the detective. A sudden protectiveness broke inside of him, making him quickly unbutton and remove the top of his suit, so he could use it to take the sword from Kun Lun. The archaeologist rushed to deposit Ea back in the box where it was kept. “What happened to him?” Shen Wei ignored the vendor for the moment and, instead, walked back to the detective’s side. “What did you see?” He asked, face full of concern as one of his thumbs brushed against the corner of Kun Lun’s eyes, wiping the tears from there. “You were hurt… on the ground… There was… a lot of blood… I was chained to a pillar and… and there was someone hurting me, but then you got up… and stood in front of me to… protect me. I think you… died. I couldn’t see the rest.” The detective’s sentences were fragmented, as if he couldn’t say it all in one go. He also seemed so hurt. Huang Jin cleared his throat behind them. “What’s happening here?” He demanded, bringing the attention onto himself. Shen Wei turned to face him with a serious expression. “Let me ask you something.” He started, taking a couple steps closer to the vendor, features hardening. “Do you see anything when you touch this sword?” This time around the archaeologist was the one using an accusing tone. He demanded the answers as if entitled to them. Huang Jin seemed caught off guard by the way he cowered back closer to his desk, sweat pooling at his forehead all of sudden. The vendor raised a hand, using a single finger to tug at his collar, as if the shirt was suffocating him. “W-What kind of things?” The attempt at playing dumb only earned him a glare from Shen Wei. “Who sold you the sword?” He asked, taking another step closer to force a response out of Huang Jin. “His name is…”

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The rest of the meal was spent with light conversation going around them. Sometimes either Guo’s uncle or aunt would ask something about Chu’s life, but they steered clear of the family subject in order to not make him upset. Another thing was how much happier Changcheng looked. Even if the two men before them were really not together, Guo Ying and Guo Li Min that it would be just a matter of time before they delved into that kind of relationship. The writer had clear adoration and admiration for the older man, which he displayed without an ounce of shame. Shu Zhi, for his part, seemed very protective of Guo, even if he played the part of a cold and distant person. The boxer never allowed any of the elders to look down on the boy, no matter what, but he was also not directly nice towards Changcheng either, it was all in the small things. Eventually, Guo Li Min got up to fetch the dessert, and they kept chatting for a little while longer before finishing their meal and returning to the living room.

“Wait here. I have a surprise for auntie.” Guo Ying said as they arrived at the living room, leaving the others to make themselves comfortable. Guo Li Min seemed happy with the news, so she was wearing a smile on her delicate features, and her tone was light and laced with excitement when she talked. “I wonder what he got this time.” She started, and then gestured towards some of the decoration, as if to bring attention to them. “Auntie likes collecting antiquaries, so uncle always brings her new things when he comes across them.” Guo explained, looking at Chu, who had his eyebrow raised, waiting for an explanation. The boxer then took a better look at the items around. They went from antique vases to painting and other stuff he couldn’t exactly name. It didn’t take long for Guo’s uncle to come back with a packet in hands. Standing up, Changcheng took the packet from his uncle, opening it curiously. “What is this?” The boy asked as he glanced at the golden shard, which was heavier than it looked. “It’s a piece of King Arthur’s Round Table.” The older male replied, full of pride in his voice. The writer’s eyes instantly widened and he quickly picked up the relic from the packet. In an instant, everything around him shifted, and Guo was no longer among his family, but instead, in a place he didn’t know. He was seeing himself walking by the riverside, a bag hanging to his side, but the weirdest part of the vision was the faint smile on Chu’s face and the way the boxer pulled him into a tight hug. Flabbergasted, Changcheng yelps loudly, hands being thrown up in the air, dropping the shard of the Round Table, but luckily for him, Shu Zhi’s reflexes were fast enough to catch it before the relic hit the ground. Just like the boy, the boxer was plagued with a vision from the past. Chu saw himself seated on a leather couch, a genuine smile playing on his lips as he looked at Guo, who had a similar expression on his face. Their hands were linked in a discreet hold that made him feel warm on the inside. The vision was broken when the golden piece slid from his hand to the floor, but the boxer picked it up again, not caring that he was basically lying on the ground by this point. He wanted to see what would happen next, but this time the shard showed him something different. He was seated behind a desk, looking at three other people. One of them was Changcheng, lying on a leather couch, different from the one in the last vision. There was a man he didn’t know talking to Guo, but next to them was Shen Wei, the man that had helped him a few years back, when he didn’t know what to do with his life. This time what pulled him from the past was a hand shaking his shoulder. Shu Zhi looked up at the owner of the palm touching him, it was the writer. The realisation that such a weird thing had happened made him scan the room around him. Both the boy’s uncle and aunt were staring at them in confusion, and even concern, but he didn’t have time for that. The boxer stood up in a single move, and then his fingers came around Changcheng’s wrist, tugging the younger male with him as he left the living room. The shard was left on a cushion on the sofa. He heard voices calling for them from behind, but paid them no mind.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Chu released Guo from his grasp. He could see the writer was slightly scared by his sudden action, but decided to brush it off for the moment. He had more concerning matters at hand. “You saw something when you touched the shard of the Round Table, didn’t you!?” His words were more of a statement than a question, but still, he was pleased by the fast response when he saw Changcheng nodding slowly. “I-I s-saw us h-hugging, b-but we looked d-different.” The boy seemed to still be in a state of shock, but Shu Zhi couldn’t blame him. “I saw weird things as well, but I know someone that might be able to give us answers.” The boxer was staring blankly at nothing as he said that, and it made Guo worry for him, but instead of saying anything, the boy just tugged on Chu’s shirt to keep himself grounded. This dinner had taken a turn of events he had not expected, and he also wondered who Shu Zhi was talking to. He figured he would find out soon, seeing as the boxer was now tugging him towards the front door.  

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Zhang Shi. That was the name that Huang Jin had given them, causing a bolt of rage to fall upon Kun Lun, because that was the same person that had hired him to investigate the stolen sword. Shen Wei tried to calm him down, but in the end, it was to no avail and they just ended up leaving the vendor’s house to go after Zhang Shi. The detective was particularly not fond of being played like that and he wanted answers as to why that… psycho would do such a thing. Despite his best efforts, the archaeologist didn’t let him drive, which was why he was currently seated on the passenger’s seat, face closed off and forehead resting against the closed glass. It had started raining, which was such a cliché thing that it made him feel like he was in some sort of Korean drama. “Are you sure he really lives there?” Shen Wei asked, throwing a glance at him, but Kun Lun didn’t bother looking back when he responded. “I met him there three times already. I think he was just waiting for when I was going to find out about his little game.” His voice became progressively angrier by the end of the sentence and he even slammed the side of his fist against the car window. “Huang Jin has probably already called him, so we need to be careful when we get there.” The archaeologist reasoned, though deep down he was more concerned about how the detective was feeling. Kun Lun had been in a bad state ever since he touched the sword. The detective just opened the glove compartment of the car, exposing a gun. “I can use that if he tries anything.” Shen Wei didn’t like the idea of that, so he decided that he would do everything possible to make sure things wouldn’t escalate to that point.

The rest of the ride was made in silence and Shen Wei almost missed the light banter Kun Lun would always bring up or the way in which the detective would find ways to shamelessly flirt with him. This change was not one he appreciated, it made his heart feel tight and filled him with worry. When they pulled up in front of a modern mansion in the richer side of town he noticed how Kun Lun didn’t even think twice before picking up the weapon and exiting the vehicle, leaving him to emit a deep sigh and then follow behind the other male. He was sure things were not about to go well in this meeting.