#through the rain and the storm and the flood I can feel their approach like a fire in my blood

[invictarre-archive]

time to re-paste my tags and tag everything I’ve been getting lazy with  :))))))))

can’t wait for these to get deleted !!!!!!!!!!

[oneshotnewbie]

Could you write a one shot where there is a really bad storm hitting Seattle. Maya and Carina are stuck at the hospital and the fire station, and are trying but unsuccessful at reaching Reader. So they are both worried out of their minds. Then Maya has to go out on a call and find it was R who wrecked their car trying to get home before the storm hit. (Could be severe or non-severe injuries) R goes to the hospital with Maya in the aid car and Carina joins them in the ER.

Authors note: I heard the song "What the water gave me - Florence + The Machine" while writing this story. I would advise you to listen to the song as well while reading through this story to get the feel of a real Station 19 rescue mission like in the series. Of course it's not a must! ♥

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The sky over Seattle steadily darkened as pitch-black thunderclouds rolled in like a tidal wave. The wind began to howl as if playing its own somber tune, rushing restlessly through the skyscrapers of the city. Streets were quickly emptied as people rushed home for shelter. The trees bent under the force of the storm as if begging for mercy, but the storm was relentless. It thundered as if Zeus himself wanted to keep the crowds in their place while the rain fell in thick, large drops and threatened to drown Seattle. The sound of the wind, the falling of the rain and the thunder symphoned in a unique melody and conveyed a frightening atmosphere.

The telephones of the active fire brigade beeped in unison, a warning of the approaching storm that came in way too late. The tough captain of the fire department swallowed hard as she could not reach you, who worked just a few minutes away from her. But you did not answer, the connection was already disrupted, appearing to be off. "She wanted to be here fifteen minutes ago, Carina," both her and the brunette's worries grew with every minute through the phone as they imagined the worst possible scenarios without having any sign of life from you.

"Calm down, Bambina. There is probably total chaos on the streets. Fallen trees, flooding. Maybe she is just stuck in a traffic jam or an emergency came in."

The fire station was flooded with red alarm lights, while the walls shook from violent gusts of wind, preventing the young blonde from speaking further. Raindrops pelted against the roller shutter door, which opened more with every second, allowing the lightning strikes to break through their vision. -Fire engines 19 and 23. Ambulance 19 to Cedar Road Lane 6. Car struck by tree, person seriously injured and trapped.-

The firefighters rushed around, donning their suits and gear before grabbing their helmets. Like-minded, they rushed to the waiting vehicles, only Maya stopped briefly. „Please let me know if you hear anything from her. Stai attenta, bambina!" (Be careful, bambina!). She nodded, knowing that Carina could not see the gesture and hung up before hopping into the squad cars and starting the sirens. Pressing the accelerator, they raced through the whirlwind around them, trying to avoid the tree branches as much as possible.

Lightning flashed across the dangerous-looking sky, and thunder rolled at the same time like an angry demon. Maya clung to the steering wheel as she tried to keep her eyes on the wet, blurry road. They made their way through the flooded streets, branches flying through the air and trash cans tipping over and spilling across the sidewalk.

It was as if the world around her was collapsing in a chaotic dance of wind and water. "Listen guys, I know you want to help the person in the car, but first and foremost, think about your health and your life," the storm roared so loudly that it seemed like it wanted to tear the entire city apart and hardly anyone understood what the captain was saying over the radio. "This is one of the worst storms in years, a state of emergency has been declared and normally no one should be on the roads, so it is a mystery to me why anyone would be so dumb to be driving,"

Her team was clearly tense, the radios crackling in their ears, but they nodded to the captain as confirmation that they had understood the message. Maya did not want to lose any man or woman in her group to the storm. "We are approaching the scene of the accident. Be ready for anything, people. We can do this!" she said calmly and encouragingly while the fire engine´s sirens blared through the dark night.

When the team from Station 19 arrived at the scene of the accident, they were confronted with a dark and serious scene. The car is crammed in by a huge tree and is badly deformed, the hood of which is completely smashed and dented while some branches have pierced through the windshield and turned the interior of the vehicle into a field of rubble.

The fire team jumped out of the emergency vehicles and fought through the wind and rain to reach the car. But the captain remains rooted to the spot in front of the stern of the wreck, looking absentmindedly at the license plate, which was hanging askew. "Y/n.. IT IS Y/N!" she shouted unhindered amid the raging and deafening thunder and her team stopped their tasks in shock, Andy and Gibson focusing their gaze from the thick tree over to the woman in the driver's seat, who Warren was already trying to find vital signs on.

Maya lunged forward, her heart pounding with worry. Her helmet was almost blown away by the wind as she stepped closer, the flashlight shaking in her hand as she shone the light through the shattered window. Her heart seemed to skip a beat as she recognized the familiar features amid the devastation. She was confirmed that she did not have a number twist on the license plate, but that it really was you. Seriously injured and trapped in the car. “Y/n!” she cried, her voice filled with a terror she had never known before. Maya knew she had to stay calm now, that she had to be the professional captain, but her heart was screaming with fear and worry.

The other members of the fire department worked quickly and precisely. "Dean, Montgomery. Grab the hydraulic cutters! We need to get her out of here as quickly as possible. Her vital signs are at risk of plummeting!" shouted Warren. They used cutting tools to fight against the metal of the car on the passenger side and the resistance of the tree while Maya knelt next to the wreckage and held your hand, which was probably thrown out of the broken window after the impact and was now lying on the scratched paint of the outer door. "It looks bad in there! Be careful not to hurt her any further, approach carefully!"

Your eyes were dazed with pain and fear, but you were breathing, albeit weakly. Hearing her voice, you seemed to find some peace for a moment, your dull eyes glued to hers. Desperately wanting to say something, you opened your mouth from which blood began to ooze, but your crushed and injured lungs did not even let in air.

"Hold on, darling. Do not say anything, I am here. We will get you out of there, I promise." The blonde whispered, her voice firm to reassure you even as her own thoughts were caught in a chaos of worry and despair. The minutes stretched endlessly as her team struggled to bend the metal and free their captain's fiancée. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the metal gave way. Using their combined strength, Vic and Warren pulled you from the wreckage, carefully, yet as quickly as possible. As soon as they freed you, they carried you to the ambulance. Maya followed them, never taking her eyes off you. Your condition was serious, but you were still clinging to life. "Carina is coming. She is going to be at the hospital, she will be by your side the second you get there. But you have to fight now, okay? Fight for us."

The rain continued to beat down on you, the storm was still raging, but in the midst of this darkness and chaos there was a glimmer of hope- you were saved, and she would do anything now to help you fight through this storm. But it was hard to keep positive thoughts as the storm continued to sing its destructive song. She closed her eyes tightly as she rode in the ambulance and prayed, with your bloodstained hand in hers, that the next morning would bring a certain light to your health.

[danlarussc]

Through the wind and the chill and the rain And the storm and the flood I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood

[kayhi808]

Rainy Days

Another submission for Mandy's Sweater Weather Challenge, created by @she-likesorchids. I used the Sentence Prompts: "Oh no, it's raining" & "Don't move, you're warm." Just some rainy day smut with Billy Russo.

*photos from pinterest

This is one of the biggest storms to hit New York. The morning is grey and gloomy, as you look down on the once busy streets of Manhattan. Today the streets are flooded. The few that are out there are knee deep in water. You blow on your steaming morning latte, wrapping your hands around the hot mug. You love staying at Billy's place. He's got the good espresso machine. Your mini-Keurig at home doesn't even compare.

The first report of the incoming storm, Billy had you packed up and brought you over to his penthouse. It's not like your building was in any danger, you were 6 stories above ground, but who are you to argue with an over-protective boyfriend? You feel his strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. He smells of body wash, his wet hair brushing against you as he kisses your neck. "Oh no, it's raining!" He nips at your shoulder with his teeth, "What will we do??" What started off as fake sincerity ends up in a devious rumble.

You turn in his arms to find him bare-chested, with a towel wrapped around his hips, "I have a few ideas, Mr. Russo."

*****

Billy

She licks down the skin of my abdomen, pausing to bite my scar at my hip. My hands clutch at my sides so i don't grip her hair to move her mouth to exactly where I want it to be. When she nuzzles my groin, her cheek brushing against my cock, I look down so I can watch her between my legs. The sight is almost more than i can handle.

As wet heat surrounds the head of my cock, I make a promise to myself that I will do everything in my power to convince this woman never to leave.

"Yes..." I hiss.

Her eyes peer up, and I'm entranced by the glide of her mouth over me. As she catches a rhythm, I lift my hips to match her movements. The gentle flicks of her tongue and the soft suction of her lips increase & her eyes flutter shut. Her obvious enjoyment along with the erotic sounds coming from her chest, turns me on.

"Stop, stop, stop, baby."

Her mouth slicks up one more time & releases me with a pop. She smiles & leans over me, her body now warm & pliant against mine. I grab her ass, molding & shaping her to me. She rubs up against me like a cat & takes my earlobe between her teeth. Heat streaks through me.

*****

Everything about Billy is beautiful. You suck little marks down his neck while reaching back, taking his cock in your hand. You sigh as you lower yourself, slowly taking him into you. Groaning in unison, you arch your back, resting your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. Billy's impatient. Patience was never one of his virtues. Hands gripping your waist, he shoves you down on his cock as he thrust up into you.

The burn from him stretching you, makes you cry out. He grabs your jaw bringing your mouth down to his for a hungry kiss, "Aw baby, you can take it." You nod. Billy always fills you so completely. "You're always so good to me, aren't you?" You ease up and sink yourself down on him again. "Beautiful. So, fucking beautiful." His hands are on your hips, but he lets you set the pace.

You start clenching down on him as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. HIs hand travel up our torso, circling your throat as his other hand start playing with your clit. It throws your rhythm off & you moan. Your eyes flutter shut & the grip on your throat tightens & his thumb stops working its magic on your pussy. "Eyes on me!" Your eyes quickly meet his ebony gaze and a sob escapes you. Billy enjoys your fucked-out gaze. He loves that he can get you to this state.

Billy adjusts you on him so he can fuck up into you, hitting your gspot with every thrust. "Billy, please. Please."

"You want to come?"

"Yes, yes, yes" your chant matching his thrusts. Your eyes droop and there's a stinging slap to your outer thigh & you scream.

"Eyes on me!" Billy growls.

"That hurt!" You sink your nails into his chest. Billy hisses & laughs, flipping you both over so you're beneath him.

His thrusts are harder and faster as he captures your mouth with his. His tongue twisting with yours. "Sorry. I'll kiss it better." He gives you a devilish smile, slipping his hand between you, to rub your clit. "Now, sweetheart. Come for me."

Billy knows your body to well. The right amount of pressure has you withering beneath him, gasping as the pressure builds. "Fuck, Billy." The thickness of him as he pumped in and out of you brought you quickly to the edge, finally succumbing to your own body with a cry.

Feeling Billy's thrust quicken, you open your legs wider, raising your knees to grip his hips. Reflex takes over & he becomes frantic with his thrusts, pushing deeply, pouring himself into you.

He tries to move off of you, but your wrap your arms around him, "Don't move. You're warm." He collapses on top of you, peppering your neck & shoulders with kisses.

@she-likesorchids @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11

[cranetreegang]

Thunder - Ominis x FemReader

Summary: During a frightful storm, she comforts Ominis - despite feeling unworthy of such affections.

Word Count: ~1,200 words

Warnings: Hella fluffy

Read My Other Ominis Fics Here

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A clap of thunder startles her from her slumber. She blinks several times and winces when a bright light floods the room. Rain pelts against the window and the smell of a summer storm penetrates through the fresh linens surrounding her. Shoving her face into her pillow, she attempts to slip back to sleep. Another roar of thunder rattles the windows and sends her heart from a calm rhythm to a rapid beat. She frowns, the warmth and weight of Ominis wrapped around her noticeably absent. Half-asleep, she rolls over to reach for him, her hand drifting across the cool blanket to his arm. He gasps at her touch and she’s fully awake from the startled noise. 

Through the flashing lights, she sees his hands gripping the sheets, his body far too rigid and trembling with each thunderous rumble, and his jaw clenched tightly shut.

“Ominis,” she says in a gentle voice while she moves closer to him. 

“Yes?” The tension in his reply is palpable. 

Slowly approaching him, she rests her hand on his cheek. He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes squeezing shut and his brows furrowing. The thunder rattles his entire body, but his sealed mouth refuses to let out a whimper.

“I’m fine,” he whispers through clenched teeth. “Go back to sleep. Please.”

She frowns, moving her hand down to his shoulder furthest from her then tugging on him to roll towards her. His hand flies up to snatch her wrist - his breath leaving hard through his nose.

“I don’t need your pity.”

She squeezes his shoulder, “I know, darling. I just want to be close to you. Please?”

His brows twist up into an anguished expression then his head turns toward her, lightning illuminating his features. With another clap of thunder, he finally rolls himself onto her chest. She doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around him, holding him tightly against her. Covering his ear, she presses his head into her. She cards her fingers through his hair - placing soft kisses on the top of his head - while her other hand clutches onto his side to keep him from leaving her embrace again. 

The thunder roars again, and his hands find purchase onto her night clothes. His hot breaths come out heavy and shaky against the flesh of her neck, sending chills down her spine. He trembles with every lull, then jolts when the thunder echoes into the room. With her nose buried in his soft hair, she catches the scent of his earthy-arborary soap. Despite his shivering, he’s so warm against her.

Her voice barely above a whisper over the downpour of rain, she confides, “When I was younger, my father taught me a trick to time the storm. So I would know if it was getting closer or further away. When the lightning would flash, we would count together.” 

She taps his shoulder once the room lights up and says, “One… Two… Three… Four…,” 

Thunder crackles and he lets out a breath.

She taps his shoulder again, “One… Two… Three…,”

Another clap of thunder and he digs himself into the crook of her neck.

“Count with me, Ominis,” she whispers, tapping his shoulder. “One…,”

“Two…,” he whispers.

“Three…,” they say in unison then they’re answered with a rolling wave of thunder. 

His body relaxes with each tap, and they count together until the pauses between lightning and thunder narrows down to two. 

“It’s getting closer,” she observes. 

She feels his frown etching into her skin, and it hurts her to feel him so distressed.

“We’ll get through this,” she hugs him closer to her while he scoffs.

“You must think I’m so pathetic,” he hisses into her neck. “Some man I am. Can barely handle a thunderstorm without falling apart.”

She shushes him, kissing his forehead as she does, “No. No, my sweet. I’ve never been in a storm like this before either. I swear, if you weren’t here, I’d be a mess.”

His brows pinch, “You don’t need to lie for my sake. You can admit that I’m being utterly ridiculous.” 

She taps his shoulder, holding him close to her just as the crack of thunder deafens them. He flinches then lets out a frustrated sigh. 

“You shouldn’t have to do this,” he seethes. “Holding me like some child.”

“Ominis,” she says firmly. “I will not listen to you speak of yourself this way. You are not a burden - not to me. I don’t think any less of you. I only wish I could ease you more.”

He nuzzles into her neck with a soft whimper, “I… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just count with me, love. The storm will soon pass.”

As they count together, Ominis’ rigid body begins to relax with each distant rumble of thunder fading into the distance. The rain patters against the windows and Ominis has fully melted into her embrace - releasing his death-grip on her clothes to hold onto her arm instead. His thumb rubs up and down her forearm in deep thought while she continues to stroke his hair. A warm wetness stains her neck, and her heart twists when she realizes he’s been silently crying. She brushes his tears away from his cheek - his eyes squeezing shut from her tender caress.

“Storms don’t bother me,” he breaks the silence with his declaration. “I find them invigorating. It’s just… sometimes… They remind me of times when I was alone. Of being a scared little boy, helpless and confused as to why the entire world would suddenly become so loud.”

He grimaces, his nose scrunching up, as he spits out, “I hate being that little boy.” 

As she imagines what it must’ve been like to be him - all alone in his room, crying for help that would never come - she nearly breaks into tears herself. She closes her eyes with a frown, resting her head on top of his. He lets out a shuddering, deep breath, squeezing her arm as he does.

“I’m so sorry, Ominis. I wish you never had to feel that way,” she whispers in a strained, shaky voice.

He smiles faintly against her neck, “Don’t be. It’s not your fault. In fact, you’ve only made it easier to deal with.”

His head turns up enough to face her with an earnest expression - his eyes akin to the bright stars in the night sky or the cool blue moon itself. 

“Thank you,” he whispers, cupping her cheek to feel the contours of her face, “You are once again my solace in the storm.” 

She giggles, kissing his forehead once more, “There’s my silver-tongued poet.”

He smiles fully at feeling her lips stretch under his palm and the corner of her eyes crinkling. Kissing her cheek, he goes back to nuzzling into the warmth of her neck.

She holds him tighter as she whispers, “I love you, Ominis.”

“And I love you,” he whispers back in a quiet, reverential tone. “More than you could possibly imagine.”

She listens as his breaths slow and his grip on her loosens. Looking down at him, she strokes his messy, blonde hair from his restful face. She smiles softly to herself at the faint smile tugging on his lips. 

“You never have to brave the world alone any more. As I would hold you through any storm, my love,” she whispers, her voice a gentle murmur - like the soft caress of a summer breeze - as she cradles him close to her in a protective, warm embrace.

With her eyes growing heavy from his comforting hold and weight against her chest, she drifts back to her peaceful slumber.

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AN: we had a crazy series of thunderstorms a while back. like they were so wild and i was inspired to write this.

Hogwarts Legacy Masterlist

[heartfullofleeches]

Yandere cult with a reader who is very touchy? Like someone will give them something and they'll pat them on the head, or someone will be standing next to them and they'll just put their arm around the yandere's shoulders etc

"Leader, are you cold?"

Standing outside, after a flood of hard rain, you watch over your followers as they carry out assigned task. Even if the worse of your master came second, you could always rely on them to do the things that aided you personally. Despite the consequences of their actions, you grew fond of them. They were community united as one; something you had never been apart of before this all happened. It began with small notes of praise, but your affection for them escalated to you accepting their wishes and giving small, affirming gestures towards your tolerance for them.

The winds that followed the storm nipped at your skin; goosebumps along your exposed flesh. You tried to pay no mind to it, but your loyal servants picked up on your shutters and the chatter of your teeth. Building up the courage to speak, one finally approached you.

"A little." You reply, breath visible upon the frozen air. "But I'll be fine."

They remove their robes, offering them to you. "You can wear these if it's not a bother."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." They extend their arms further. "I insist."

"If that's what you want..." You accept the wear and slip it over your shoulders; the comfort from the cold coming almost instantly. You raise your hands and place it atop their head, stroking gently as you smile.

"Thank you..."

Your follower grins in satisfaction at being able to help you - ignoring the chills creeping over them for the greater good.The softness in your words; warmth in your expression. It's enough to make them forget about it all, but you weren't done yet.

Slipping your arm around their shoulder, you pull them to your side. Your heart plays softly in their ear; your body heat seeping through the cloak.

"L-leader?!" They stumble; mentally berating themselves for the slip. Your smile turns somewhat playful as they look up at you; face flushed redder than your robes.

"We wouldn't want you to be cold either, right? You're no good to our master if you’re sick or dead, but more importantly... you'll make me worried."

The dip in your tone has their pulse racing; sincerity behind each word. Any reasonable person might not have dwelled on it for long - a memory to think back to fondly in the future, but for your follower; it only deepened their servitude towards you. It's how every one of them felt when you gave them even a second of the day - let alone the soothing feeling of your touch.

They warm up to your side quickly; the murderous gaze of their few members worth it to be with you for a little while.

[sphylor]

its storming so the ghouls all decide to drink hot cocoa and make a cuddle pile >:)

(i swear i haven't forgotten about these prompts) anyway 964 words of Sunny, kitty Dew and puppy Mountain under the cut because Brainrot (i have not proofread it so if you see any mistakes shhhhhh no you dont.)

"Aww hey, puppy. Watcha doin' under here?" Sunshine cooed softly. She had been walking past and heard a high pitched whine come from under the kitchen table. She crouched down to peer under there and found Mountain curled up under a blanket, shaking and making hurt little sounds. He poked his head out from underneath and looked up at her with sad eyes that made her heart crack in two. “Is it the storm outside?” she asked and he nodded, his bottom lip trembling slightly as tears threatened to spill down his cheeks. 

The Abbey had woken up to dark grey skies, clouds hanging like bruises in the air, threatening to flood the earth below. And that they did. At around midday, the first rumble of thunder could be heard overhead, and from there the heavens opened. It was so dark and there was so much rain that the lake wasn’t even visible when looking out the windows. Rain had pouted when he was told he wasn’t allowed to go outside in it, but as lightning flashed across the sky he no longer looked eager to go out there. It was approaching evening now and the storm still raged on. Now that Sunny thought about it she hadn’t seen Mountain since that first crack of thunder. But he wasn’t the only one who had been missing all day…

A faint little meow came from under the blanket and after some rustling Dew also popped his head out. He held little mousey in his mouth and when he meowed again it came out muffled. “I didn’t know you were here too, kitty.” Sunny reached out her hands and gently stroked through the two ghoul’s hair, scratching the spots she knew they both liked. They both stopped trembling as much and started to relax. Their eyes were still wide with fear, though, and Sunshine knew it would take some time to calm them down from this. “The storm’s pretty loud, huh? You both came here to try and hide?” More nodding and a little mew from Dew answered her questions. “You’re both completely safe. The storm is out there. Nothin’ can getcha in he-” she was cut off by another loud peal of thunder and Mountain and Dew both retreated back under the blanket with a yelp and a hiss respectively. 

Sunshine tried to coax them back out but they wouldn’t budge. She sat back and thought for a moment on what would be the best thing to do. She couldn’t just leave them there, shaking and scared, but she couldn’t say she wasn’t feeling a bit out of her depth here. She wasn’t either of their primary caregivers for when they regressed and wasn’t entirely sure how to calm them down. “I’m gonna go get Rain and Aeth for you guys, okay? Just stay here.” As she went to stand, though, Mountain’s arm reached out from under the blanket and grabbed her leg. He stuck his head out again slowly and shook it. “You want me to stay?” she asked and Mountain’s ears perked forward from where they had been pinned back against his head. Sunshine smiled, “Of course I can stay.” 

She scooted closer so that all three of them were now under the table and Mountain put his head in her lap, looking up at her with his puppy dog eyes. Sunny got the message and began scratching behind his ear, causing his tail to start wagging underneath the blanket. Dew also emerged from hiding and cuddled into her side, resting his head on her shoulder and starting to quietly purr. She spoke softly to the two of them, keeping their minds distracted from the storm so that they wouldn’t notice each roll of thunder or flash of lightning. And they stayed this way until the other ghouls entered the kitchen. 

As soon as Mountain picked up on Aether’s scent he bounded out from under the table and wrapped him up in a big hug, giving his face a big lick, a dopey grin on his face. “Woah, someone’s a happy puppy! Has Sunny been looking after you?” Aether chuckled and Mountain let out a little “aroo”. 

Rain crouched down under the table and as soon Dew saw him he went over and headbutted his shoulder in greeting. The water ghoul sat next to Sunshine and let Dew crawl into his lap and start rubbing his cheek against the fabric of Rain’s shirt, meowing “Mousey” through a mouthful of his favourite toy. “Yes, I’m here now, Dewy. I’ve got you.” Rain whispered into his hair as he pressed kisses to his forehead. He then turned to Sunshine and kissed her on the cheek. “Thanks for watching him, sunshower.” 

After that Aether cooked dinner (a nice warm stew for a stormy day) and by the time it was finished Dew and Mountain had both relaxed enough to come out of their respective regressions. The storm outside was long forgotten as they ate their stew and talked and laughed around the dinner table. And when they had all finished they traipsed back into the living room and pulled the throwovers and blankets from the sofas, along with the pillows and cushions, and got cosy on the floor whilst Cirrus brought through steaming mugs of hot chocolate for them all. 

Sunshine was the thirst to yawn and was soon followed by everyone else as they put their empty mugs to one side and flopped down to sleep. Dew and Mountain both moved over to her and led down on either side of her, Mountain resting his head on top of Sunny’s while Dew tucked his own under her chin. 

“Thank you.” They both whispered as the now gentle sound of rainfall outside lulled them into sleep.

[fairy-switchblade]

Out there beneath the heavens above, out where the lightning splits the sea, I could there is someone somewhere watching me (about butch lesbians specifically)

Through the wind and the chill and the rain, and the storm and the flood, I can feel his approach like the fire in my blood (about butch lesbians specifically)

[doumadono]

Emergency request. I've been facing a challenge with aural hallucinations lately due to my schizophrenia. Surprisingly, the one thing that provides solace amidst this struggle and eases my anxiety and mental pain is watching storms, as cliché as it may sound. The soothing sound of rain and the comforting darkness cast by the clouds seem to bring me some peace. Could I perhaps request some comforting fluff with Osamu from Haikyuu and a female reader watching the storm?

A/N: I'm truly sorry to hear about the challenges you've been facing with aural hallucinations. It's not cliché at all to find solace in watching storms. The soothing sound of rain and the comforting darkness can indeed offer a sense of peace amidst such struggles. If you ever want to talk or share more, I'm here to listen and support you ♥ ♥ ♥ Also, this is my first attempt at writing for Haikyuu!

MASTERLIST

The school was empty, save for a few lingering echoes of the day's intense volleyball practice. The hallway leading to the sports hall was dimly lit, and you found solace in the quietness it offered. The weight of your recent struggles with aural hallucinations weighed heavily on your mind. As you sat there, your senses heightened, you heard the first distant rumble of thunder, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

As if on cue, the rain began to pour outside, its soothing cadence filling the otherwise silent corridor. You closed your eyes, allowing the rhythmic sound to wash over you, offering a brief respite from your inner turmoil. It was moments like these, with the world outside in turmoil, that somehow brought you a semblance of peace.

Unbeknownst to you, Osamu Miya had just finished his rigorous training session. He'd noticed your presence from afar, sitting alone in the hallway, seemingly captivated by the storm. He approached you, his footsteps muffled by the sound of the rain.

"Quite a storm, isn't it?" he remarked, his voice soft yet steady. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice as smooth as the rain itself.

Startled, you opened your eyes and met his gaze. Osamu's grey eyes held a certain depth, as if he understood the turmoil that you were going through.

"Yeah," you replied with a small smile, "I find the sound of rain oddly comforting. It helps me forget about any obstacles, even if just for a moment."

Osamu nodded in understanding, and he took a seat beside you. The two of you sat in companionable silence, listening to the symphony of raindrops on the windows and the occasional thunderclap. It was as if the storm had cast a protective barrier around the two of you, shielding you from your troubles.

As a student of Inarizaki High, your connection with Osamu ran deep. You had shared classrooms, and faced the challenges of adolescence together. Your bond had been forged through years of laughter, shared secrets, and the unspoken understanding that came with growing up side by side.

"The rain has a way of washing away the troubles of the day, doesn't it?" Osamu mused, his gaze fixed on the raindrops racing down the windowpane, his breath hard as he was right after a training.

You nodded in agreement, finding it easier to express yourself in this quiet, shared moment. "It's like a chance to start anew."

"You know," he began softly, "I find comfort in the simplicity of moments like this. No need for words, just the rain and the nice company, and the world seems like a better place instantly."

The soothing sound of rain had gradually lost its calming effect on you as your thoughts grew darker again. The weight of negative emotions and worries about upcmig exams intensified by the ongoing struggle with aural hallucinations, pressed down on you like an insurmountable burden. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you couldn't contain the flood of sadness, frustration, and fear that threatened to engulf you. "I… I can't…"

Feeling your distress, Osamu gently took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. His touch was tender, a silent reassurance that he was there for you, just as he had been since your days at Inarizaki High. As he held your hand, his thumb began to trace soothing circles on the back of your palm, the gentle motion creating a sense of comfort and connection that words could not convey.

The simple act of his fingers entwined with yours and the soft caress of his thumb were like a lifeline in the storm of your emotions. It was as if he was silently whispering, "You're not alone, I'm here, Y/N," through his touch. The warmth of his hand in yours, the sensation of his thumb moving in those calming circles, all served to ground you in the present moment, helping to ease the turmoil within. "I've got you," the boy whispered softly, his breath tickling your ear. "You don't have to face this alone, Y/N. I'm always here, right?"

You turned to him with a faint smile, nodding. "You know, there's something oddly comforting about storms. They drown out the noise in my head…"

Osamu raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. He understood that sometimes, words weren't necessary.

As the storm raged on outside, the two of you talked about everything and nothing.

He might not have been the most expressive person, but there was a certain warmth in his presence.

Eventually, you found yourself leaning against his shoulder, feeling the comforting solidity of his presence. Osamu didn't protest; he simply adjusted his position slightly to accommodate you better. His volleyball jersey's fabric, adorned with the bold Inarizaki High emblem, was soft in touch.

As the rain poured down, washing away the worries of the day, you couldn't help but be grateful for this unexpected moment of tranquility with him by your side.

[moumouton4]

Bonnie Tyler - Holding Out For A Hero, from Shrek 2

"Up where the mountains meet the heavens above Out where the lightning splits the sea I could swear that there's someone somewhere watching me

Through the wind and the chill and the rain And the storm and the flood I can feel his approach Like the fire in my blood"

Orochimaru | Muzan Kibutsuji | Dabi | Overhaul | Madara Uchiha | Light Yagami | Karma Akabane | Gaara

[lemony-snickers]

petrichor for the prompts please? It’s currently storming and my are is under nearly every watch/warning imaginable right now (thunderstorm, flooding, and tornado being the big ones). Remembering that there’s new growth and life springing up around me helps me during gloomy days like this.

I’m happy to see you writing again, lem. It brings me joy.

Sending you warm and cozy thoughts full of your favorite warm beverage, blanket, a fire, and a beautiful view 💜

(aaah, stay safe! we had hail & massive thunderstorms here over the weekend and it was pretty scary! i hope it passes quickly and that there's no real damage where you are. also, i hope you don't mind i chose our beloved yams because when i think of petrichor, i think of forests, and, well, you can probably figure out the rest, ahaha. <3)

There are few things Tenzo likes more than being in the forest after a storm. The fresh smell of rain, of loam, of life bristling all around him, never ceases to induce a sensation of both contentment and excitement.

Appreciation for the humidity and the quiet, anticipation for everything new yet to come.

The moss is soft beneath him, squelching a little in places where the land dips and water has collected. He doesn't mind the wet feet, though. The one thing shinobi sandals are good for is that they drain easily. And it's warm enough he isn't concerned about his toes getting cold.

He pauses to take a long, deep breath through his nose, to enjoy the earthy scent all around him. It's like the heavy drops of precipitation have activated the world anew; awakening the dirt and the bark of the trees, coaxing them to life. He breathes it all in and feels like he is one with the forest.

Maybe his kinship with it has something to do with mokuton. Perhaps his tranquil nature and his love of the woods is all part of his complicated relationship to his own body; the cells that replicate inside him which were put there by someone else.

If so, perhaps his appreciation for nature is the only gift Orochimaru ever gave him.

The rains have been heavy in Fire Country this season, and the proof is all around him. The greenery is brighter than usual, the stems of flowers and ferns hardy and thick, brimming with strength. Birds chirp, fluttering their wings as they bathe in puddles left by the storm.

The forest swells with life, and it invigorates Tenzo on his journey. He has no destination today, no mission to complete. His time, for now, is his own, and amongst the damp leaves and sticky mud and biting insects is the only way he'd ever consider enjoying it.

The sound of an animal in the brush catches his attention and Tenzo alights easily to a tree branch overhead to survey his surroundings. At first, he thinks perhaps it's a fox--the copper fur catches his eyes between verdant leaves. But it seems much too small for a fox. Perhaps a kit, then.

Tenzo climbs down from his perch and approaches slowly, not wanting to spook the creature if he can help it. It might be injured or sick if it's wandering the forest so close to him in broad daylight, and he does not relish a trip to the infirmary if it decides to attack.

When he pushes aside the leaves, Tenzo has to stifle a laugh.

It's no fox, no kit, but a bedraggled, half-drowned looking orange tabby, who glares at him from beneath sodden, matted fur, ears flattened and hissing as it sneers.

"Got caught in the rain, huh?" he asks, smirking at the feline as it makes a ferocious rumbling sound somewhere deep in its belly. Tenzo just chuckles. "Yes, you're very terrifying. Now come here."

The cat hisses when Tenzo unzips his vest and scoops it up in his arms, but it's not as if this is any more difficult than wrangling a rambunctious ANBU squad at the bar or rousing Kakashi-senpai for a particularly early mission departure. So with minimal effort, Tenzo manages to secure the cat in his grasp, holding it firmly against his chest so he can use his other sleeve to dry the creature's head and back, letting the rest of the moisture seep into the front of his shirt.

At first, the cat struggles, digging its needle-like claw into Tenzo's forearms and chest. "Oh, knock it off, you're fine," he says, continuing to help the cat dry off. The method isn't perfect, by any means, but by the time he sets the cat back on its feet, it's much less drowned-looking than when he found it.

"There you are," he says, still chuckling, "try to stay out of the rain next time."

And then he's on his way again, marching back toward Konoha listening to the birds and the rush of water in a nearby stream, trying very hard not to let on that he can sense the cat stalking him through the undergrowth.

He's unsure whether it does so out of gratitude or irritation, but it hardly matters.

One cat to another, Tenzo doesn't find his new orange shadow to be much of a threat.

It's not until he's home he has to make a decision--leave it outside or let it in. It's not much of a decision, though, because as soon as his front door is open half an inch, the thing darts inside like it's always lived there.

Tenzo rolls his eyes, resigned to his evening. He'll put up posters tomorrow to see if the stray belongs to anyone, but for now, he's too tired and content to worry over it.

As he sprawls on his bed a little while later, the cat climbs up to join him.

"Oh, so you like me now, huh?" he asks.

The cat glares, but still settles on his chest to fall asleep, purring all the while. Tenzo's new companion still smells like the forest--like the damp earth and green leaves he loves so much.

He'll still make the posters, but it seems to him like maybe that's a sign.

prompt list for those interested. <3

[warmblanketwhump]

hi hi !! if you're still accepting asks from that winter prompt, could i ask for 💙 + 🤍 + 💭?

slowly but surely, I'm working my way through these - thanks for sending this in!!! this is a soft ball of fluff and I hope you like it!

💙 - cold/flu symptoms | 🤍 - forehead kisses | 💭 - soft thoughts/pet names

It’s dark outside, and the patter of freezing rain on the leaves mirrors the crackle of dry wood in the fireplace. Two opposites, yet so similar in the comforting sounds they fill the room with. A’s overwhelmed by the beauty of it as they reenter the living room, where poor B has been camped out on the couch for the past few days.

B coughs, then rubs their throat with a wince. They said it was only a bad cold, but it had stolen their voice, and a 102-degree fever had leeched the energy from their body and made them achy, sniffly, and weak.

“Feeling any better, sweetheart?”

“Not really,” they croak, forcing out the words.

They’re curled up under a knit throw that’s pulled up to their chin and hugged tightly around them, head resting on a fluffy pillow A had brought them earlier in the day. Their eyes are half-open, their breathing slightly muffled from congestion. They cough again and, despite the warm fire, tighten the blanket around their body. They’d been feverish all day, and their chills always got worse at night.

A leans over and gently kisses their forehead, then goes to flick on the humidifier, which will flood the room with steam to help open their lungs. A flicker of lightning flashes and the low echo of thunder rumbles outside, and B flinches at the sound - the approaching storm has them on edge.

“You sure this is only a cold?” A’s back at B’s side, kneeling next to the couch and brushing the hair back from their forehead, confirming the fever they already knew B was spiking.

B shrugs. “Don’t know. Thought it was.” They shift restlessly on the couch, lightly massaging one of their aching shoulders before another shudder sends them back under the blanket. “I’ve got chills all over. My joints are burning, and my eyes hurt, and it feels like someone took sandpaper to my throat.”

“Those...aren’t cold symptoms, B.” 

“Fine...so I understated things.” They draw in a rattling breath, rubbing their eye with the corner of the blanket. “I’m suffering either way.” 

Another sharp cough wracks them, the rattle coming from deep within their chest, followed by a moan. A’s heart aches - B sounds miserable, and they look just as bad all bundled under the blanket.

A moves to add more logs to the fire. One of these days, B would just admit they were sick when their symptoms started. But for now, they’d just have to patiently wait them out as they burned and ached and coughed and shivered until they couldn’t hide it any longer. 

Another rumble of thunder, this one closer, and B jolts, eyes wide as they stare out the darkened window. Their eyes flit to A, then back to the window, then back to A again.

“A, can you come here?” B’s voice is soft and wavering.

“What’s up, love?” As A crosses the room, they can see that B’s eyes are as big as saucers.

“Can you stay next to me?” This close, A can see the dark shadows under B’s eyes, the wild edge that underscores their anxiety which is heightened by their fever. They’re never this clingy otherwise.

“Of course, just let me-“

Another clap of thunder, and B practically launches themselves off the couch and throws their arms around A’s waist, nearly knocking them off balance.

“Shhhh. Hey, you’re alright.” A cups a hand around their overheated head as B leans against A’s stomach, weak arms wrapped around their middle. “There’s nothing out there. We’re safe in here.” In one deft movement, A slides down to sit next to B on the couch. B buries their face in A’s sweater, their knuckles white as they twist their fingers into the soft material. They’re terrified, poor thing.

A adjusts the blanket around their shoulders and hugs them tightly, feeling the small shivers of fever and fear ripple through B’s shoulders as they rub their back in soothing circles. Another crash, this one even closer, and a small sob escapes from B.

“A, don’t go. Please stay. Please.” They’re on the verge of delirious tears, and A can’t help but wonder if someone had once left them to face another storm alone, long ago.

Even in their arms, B can��t stop shaking, so A begins to hum a sweet, simple melody - something from their childhood, words half-forgotten, but the purpose still clear: to ease an anxious mind and calm a trembling soul.

the fire pops and crackles. The thunder crashes and the storm rages, like armies above are tearing the skies apart. A threads B’s hair between their fingers, tracing swirling patterns on their scalp as they continue to hum. they repeat the melody over and over, feeling B begin to relax and release the death grip they have on their sweater.

The thunder rumbles once more, farther away this time, and B just snuggles closer, coughing quietly.

“You doing okay?” B seems to have settled down, but their eyes are still wide and glimmering in the firelight. A feels B’s head nod into their chest.

“I will be.”

In the safe haven of the fire’s glow, B slowly drifts off - and A continues to hold them, even after their breath deepens into an even sleep.

[quiet-compassion]

OFMD Fluffvember Day 12: Pets

(Imma level with you guys, I went a bit rogue with this one! It's a bit of a somber topic for a fluffvember entry but what can you do?

Also, the "pets" in question are of the hair play variety. Which I mention only so that you don't spend the whole fic waiting for a surprise kitten or bunny to show up.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51707608

There’s a certain color to the sky when he wakes up. An electric quality to the air that’s there before any big storm, but this feels familiar. Specific. Reminiscent.

Ed’s been through a lot of storms in his lifetime. One squall tends to be like any other, just a reality of the sea. He’s never been frightened of thunder; he’s used to the feeling of rain beating down on him. Make sure the things that need tying down are secured; don’t go overboard. Other than that a downpour is just business as usual.

But the clouds looming today remind him of one particular storm.

He’d awoken from the twinging in his knee heralding coming rain and decided to get started on tea to have ready when Stede wakes. Standing at the window now, he waits for the water to boil and watches the sky. As the raindrops begin to fall he swears he can feel ocean spray drenching him to the bone. He hears a distant echo of his own maniacal nihilistic laughter, can almost smell the smoke of a recently fired cannon. Someone is screaming. 

“Ed?” Stede appears at his side, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Ed snaps his head to look at him, bringing himself instantly back to the present moment. The screaming, he realizes, is the kettle whistling and steaming. 

“Shit,” he says, turning from Stede to remove the water from the heat. “Must have spaced out for a second. Sorry, love. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“That’s alright,” Stede says, still over by the window. He surveys Ed with a look of concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yep. Great. Just not fully awake yet, I reckon,” Ed deflects. He looks up to find Stede staring at his hands. They’re shaking as he attempts to finish making the tea. He puts the kettle down forcefully, hands clenching into fists at his sides, and gives a self-deprecating huff of laughter.

“That’s annoying. Can’t even manage to make tea.”

“Not to worry. It is a bit nippy in here and you’re not even wearing your robe. Why don’t you go back to bed, love? I’ll finish the tea and we can drink it under the blankets where it’s nice and warm.” Stede’s voice is exceedingly gentle. Instead of the usual comfort his casual care brings, Ed finds that today it makes him feel worse. Guilty.

He shakes his head, turning back towards the window. “Can’t go back to bed. I’ve got too much to do today. Need to check the fishing traps and take the cart into the village to restock us on some supplies. I should also go check to see that the garden is covered well enough. We don’t want it flooding out.”

There’s a flash of lightning then and Ed staggers back in surprise—almost like someone wrenched the wheel of a ship without warning.

“That can all wait a bit,” Stede insists softly. “Especially in this weather; nobody should be out in this.”

He’s right, nobody should be out in this. Nobody should be forced to endure this kind of storm because of someone else’s recklessness. Ed wants to stay as far away from it as possible. He also feels like he deserves to go out and let it batter him. Mind divided, he doesn’t move at all, frozen at the window, watching the sky continue to darken and waves grow choppy and treacherous.

Not at all deterred by Ed’s hesitation, Stede pivots his approach. “Come on, I’m cold, Ed. Lay down with me awhile longer.” He pauses, giving Ed a significant look. “I don’t want to wait out this storm alone.”

Even though he knows it’s a ploy of sorts, the words hit their mark. When it’s about protecting Stede, staying in bed sounds a lot more reasonable and important.

“Yeah, okay,” he agrees. “Just, for a bit.” 

He stays frozen there as Stede finishes with the tea, dutifully scooping the requisite seven sugars into Ed’s mug. Passing it to him, he takes Ed’s other hand and leads him back into their room. He maneuvers Ed down onto the bed, tucking the blankets all around him, and scooting in beside him. They drink their tea in silence, Ed staring out into space, Stede watching Ed.

The flames in the fireplace are casting shadows on the wall. From the corner of his eye, they look to Ed like two friends, two lovers, being forced to fight to the death. He shivers. For a moment, the rain on his skin seems to have brought itself out of his memory and into the real world. But no, he realizes, he’s just crying.

Stede gives a shuddering sigh, taking Ed’s half-drunk tea from him and repositioning them both on the bed. He guides Ed’s head onto his chest and places one arm securely around his waist. The other lands tenderly on his head, petting through his hair.

“You’re safe,” he whispers. “I’m here with you.”

“You weren’t there last time.” It’s not an accusation, not really. It’s just, Stede doesn’t understand because he wasn’t there to see how bad it was. How bad he…

“You’re safe.” Stede reiterates. “They’re safe.”

Ed lets out a shuddering breath. Stede continues stroking his hair.

“I went after it last time. I was determined to let the ocean’s wrath take me, and I wanted to bring everyone down to the depths with me,” he confesses.

Stede hums. “That was last time. This time, you aren’t alone, and I won’t let you steer into the hurricane. Storms come—it’s a part of life. You can’t ignore them. You don’t have to succumb to them. You only need to weather them. We’ll still be here tomorrow. So will the garden, and the village, and the island. And any damages that arise…well, we can patch things up together when the clouds pass.”

“The crew,” Ed sniffles.

“The crew are sailing far away from here. Odds are they’re under a clear blue sky. They’ll help each other to weather it when things get rough. Ed, they know you’re sorry; they know you’d do things differently if you could go back. They see you’re doing things differently now and they’re so happy for you.”

The pitching and tossing of the ship in Ed’s mind steadies into an even rock with the soothing rhythm of Stede’s hand brushing through his hair. The bellowing thunder of his thoughts quiets into the calming vibrations of Stede’s voice. The storm outside carries on; the storm inside ebbs away. He stops crying and his heartbeat mellows.

“You know,” Ed whispers after a while, his voice somewhat sleepy, “there really is a lot to be done out there. Like, I’m not trying to be stupid or anything but, we actually do need some shit from the village.”

“There’s no rush. Besides, I’m sure most of the market won’t be open in this weather. Let’s just stay here for today.” Stede suggests, stifling a yawn. 

Ed closes his eyes, snuggling in closer to Stede under all the covers. In the next gust of wind, he hears a murmur of his own words from last time— “All love dies, I’m just hastening the process!” Here in Stede’s arms, he’s never been more glad to be proven wrong.

[safety-frog]

Your Weekly Tunes: The Mechanic

This ones a little out of the blue, but we both had a few songs picked out as we were touching up the playlist that seemed perfect for The Mechanic’s character. It is a little on the shorter side this week. We've focused mostly on the central characters (or even the main side ones), but who doesn’t love a good bad guy turned good guy? Enjoy!

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Top five songs for The Mechanic are below the cut!

The Trial: Pink Floyd- “The crown will plainly show the prisoner/ Who now stands before you/ Was caught red-handed, showing feelings /Showing feelings of an almost human nature” and “I always said he'd come to no good in the end, your honour/ If they'd let me have my way, I could have flayed him into shape/ But my hands were tied, the bleeding hearts and artists/ Let him get away with murder, let me hammer him today”

So this one might need a bit of explanation for those not familiar. We’ll put it shortly! Pink Floyd released their album (and a subsequent movie) The Wall, and all of the songs together tell the story of a man descending into madness after growing up with his fatehr dying in a war and abusive teachers. This is the second to last song where the wrongdoings and his own mental state culminates into these ‘characters’ accusing him. The main thing is that they are all still sung by Roger Waters. Thinking about it in terms of The Mechanic coming face to face with the wrong of his past life under The Hood makes it quite interesting!

Holding Out For A Hero: Nothing But Thieves- “Somewhere after midnight in my wildest fantasy/ Somewhere just beyond my reach, there's someone reaching back for me” and “Through the wind and the chill and the rain/ And the storm and the flood/ I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood”

So this purposely isn’t the original Bonnie Taylor version (which, let’s be real, is incredible in it’s own right!). Nothing But Thieves’ cover gives a dark and gritty view to the idea that waiting for a hero may not be exactly what one needs. Especially if you’re the villain.

Iron Man: Black Sabbath- “Is he alive or dead?/ Has he thoughts within his head?/ We'll just pass him there/ Why should we even care?” and “Now the time is here/ For Iron Man to spread fear/ Vengeance from the grave/ Kills the people he once saved”

This one shouldn’t need too much explanation! A man of iron shunned from the world he tried to help then becoming a villain not by his own means. The Mechanic in a nutshell.

The World Ender: Lord Huron- “I had a name, but they took it from me/ I was the man that I wanted to be/ I had a place where I lay my head/ They burnt it to the ground and the sky turned red” and “I’ll never bleed and I won’t ever age/ I’ll never feel the embrace of the grave/ The fair and the brave and the good must die/ I seen the other side of living, I know heaven's a lie”

Especially with S2 Mechanic, this song is somewhat upbeat and a little funky while having the absolute most horrifying lyrics over a literal world ender. In our opinion, it really fits the vibe of The Mechanic relentlessly coming back time and time again, each time more threatening than the last.

My Body Is a Cage: Peter Gabriel- “My body is a cage that keeps me/ From dancing with the one I love/ But my mind holds the key” and “We take what we're given/ Just because you've forgotten/ That don't mean you're forgiven”

Another cover that is just straight up incredible. How can you not think of The Mechanic when singing about being trapped in one’s body and life continues on like a play with nothing to do but go along with it?

[quilfish-swan]

i have sooo many one piece song lyric comics i want to make but i honestly don't know if i'll ever finish any so please have this draft it looks so cool in my head🥲

[image IDs: five panels of a very rough, sketchy one piece comic draft. the first depicts a bolt of lightning striking the ocean with the word "CRACK" drawn in all caps across the lightning. the second shows o-tama hiding behind a rock while a battle goes on behind her. the third shows messy diagonal lines meant to indicate wind and rain blowing. the fourth shows luffy standing on a ledge from a low angle looking down with a bolt of lightning behind him. the fifth shows two panels, one a close-up of luffy's face looking down, and another with o-tama looking up at him with a huge smile. the lyrics throughout the whole comic are from bonnie tyler's "holding out for a hero." it reads, "out where the mountains meet the heavens above, out where the lightning splits the sea, i could swear there was someone somewhere watching me. through the wind and the chill and the rain and the storm and the flood, i can feel his approach like a fire in my blood. like a fire in my blood, like a fire in my blood." /end ID.]

[felineechoes]

Stone Rebirth Chapter 4

Stirring Weather

Chapter 4 is now out!!!

Masterpost

Chapter 4 - Stirring Weather

“This message is more of a courtesy.”

The TV’s screen went back to showing the weather where throughout the world natural disasters that were kept from occurring through the work of the weather station hit at once. MK and Mei watched the screen as a mixture of excitement and terror flooded their minds.

So yeah, the world may be facing hurricanes, tornadoes, and such, but the two kids no longer had to wait inside the boat dying of boredom. Though as the pelleting rain and the sudden rocking of the boat began it reminded the two young adults that they were on a boat as all of this was happening. When the storm began, MK could feel the fur that ran along the back of his neck all the way down to the tip of his tail stand up. The kid had to cover his ears as they started ringing suddenly, but he couldn’t figure what could be causing it.

“When I’m finished my father will once again dominate the world,” Red Son was back on the screen now boasting and then got a mischievous look on their face as they looked down at what was likely the control panel and said, “Oh look, a lightning button!”

MK took his hands away from his ears, the ringing had begun to die down at this point allowing his ears to pick up on other sounds that were not the whooshing wind or dripping rain. People were screaming and panicking as they desperately sought shelter from the storm, not knowing what to do when there hasn’t been a storm like this for a few decades.

That was when MK rushed outside the interior of the cargo boat where Pigsy, Tang, and Wukong appeared to have finished talking and were commenting on the odd weather wondering what could have caused this. As MK ran, he tripped over his tail before he could make it one step out the door, and Mei paused to chuckle before helping their friend back onto their feet.

“The weather station must be on the fritz,” Tang suggested as MK and Mei rushed up to the two demons and one human that was on deck.

“Red Son has taken over the weather station!” Mei beat MK to the punch.

“I was going to tell them, Mei,” MK pouted with arms crossed. Mei put a hand to her heart and squealed.

The way MK’s ears drooped down with his tail added to the expression on the half-monkey’s face, and it was too much for Mei to handle, “My heart can’t handle this MK, your expression is just…”

Pigsy probably was having enough of this scene as he got between the two declared siblings, as the pig demon got prepared to say something lightning struck about 30 feet away from the boat. The loud krakoom of the thunder that reached MK’s ears caused the kid to yelp in pain and curl up in a vain attempt to ease the pressure and ringing.

The monkey king approached his protégée and knelt down behind them, the sage then hesitantly began to run his fingers through the kid’s hair. Wukong was not a stranger to dealing with kids since he would look after any of the young monkeys on the mountain if the parents needed some rest, but he was unsure if the once human kid would react well to grooming. Humans were touchy about quite a lot of things, Wukong learned that back when he was journeying with the monk.

“Just tune it out bud,” Wukong spoke softly as he combed through the kid’s hair, as the sage groomed the kid, he noticed that on the nape of the brunet’s neck there was some loose skin that formed a scruff. The stone monkey decided to take note of this feature but wasn’t going to tell anyone about it. After all, if word got out then it could lead to a bunch of demons finding out that Wukong also had a scruff, and it’s bad enough that there is one demon out there that knows about that.

“Focus on the sound of my voice, can you do that for me kid?”

MK nodded and hummed, it looked like the kid was about to doze off until another lightning strike happened, and the kid jerked away from the gold-furred monkey. Sandy came out and said that he had docked the boat so now they could go solve this current weather problem.

“Finally,” MK exasperated, but before he could rush off Pigsy grabbed the back of the kid’s shirt before letting go with a huff.

“Don’t just go dive headfirst into danger,” Pigsy put a hand to his forehead and shut his eyes for a second only to open them to find that MK was no longer standing in front of him. Immediately the pig demon turned to where MK stood on top of the Monkey King’s staff that then launched the kid towards the weather station, “What did I just say!”

Meanwhile, Wukong watched as his new son rushed into the fray, realizing that if Tripitaka the demon magnet didn’t give the immortal some gray hairs, then his successor might end up inadvertently doing so. As much faith the sage had that the kid could beat Red Son it didn’t matter if they could hardly take a few steps without tripping. Not that the immortal would ever admit that he was panicking about this.

“Come on, we better go after the kid before he gets himself killed,” Pigsy sounded exhausted as they spoke, “Come on Sandy, Mei…”

It was then that they realized that Mei had already followed after her best friend and was probably miles away by now. The chef growled in irritation and muttered about how they hardly listened before turning to Wukong who was about to cloud somersault away.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Pigsy demanded at the immortal, “You are not getting out of this, the kid’s your responsibility now too.”

“I…I forgot something back on Flower Fruit Mountain?” Sun tried to convince Pigsy but rolled a nat 1 and failed to convince the pig, “Okay, fine…but the kid can handle himself, you'll see.”

The pig demon only raised an eyebrow to that statement before gesturing to the monkey to come with them. Tang also tried to get out of it, but Pigsy picked up the scholar bridal style and he resigned himself to his fate.

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The weather outside raged on as the perpetrator sat inside the station that was meant to control the weather throughout the world. Red Son sat at the control panel waiting, he already sent out the calling card for those peasants to respond to. The fire bull demon might have lied to his parents when he said that the Weather Station would give their family power, but it wasn’t as if he could tell them the real reason that he was doing this.

The son of the Demon Bull King couldn’t tell his parents that he wanted to evaluate the monkey boy’s power, to see if the former human was a force to be trifled with. Red Son thought of how the noodle boy humiliated him the day before, the demon’s hair burst into flames as his cheeks started to feel warm. Red was already irritated enough that the monkey was living rent-free in his thoughts; the noodle boy’s golden eyes, the feral look on their face as they fought DBK, or maybe the fact that even as a human the peasant bested him. It wasn’t as if the Bull Prince was going to admit that he might have a slight little crush on the monkey.

The best way to get these feelings to go away would be for the Monkey Prince to be beaten by Red’s own hands. If Red Son won then he could find some way to make the weather station useful to his family, other than that they would have control over the weather on a global scale. If Red Son lost, well the demon wasn’t about to disappoint his parents again after yesterday’s fiasco.

All Red Son had to do was wait for the cute monkey to barge into the station and Red had all the time in the world to do so. Though the question was do all those mortals that out there have that time when they face the severe weather that this station prevented from occurring.

“You better hurry up Noodle Boy.”

The demon prince kicked his feet up on the control panel, one of the Bull Clones handed a cup to the fiery demon who snatched it from the robot’s hands and began to slurp it’s contents. It wasn’t too long after that the son of DBK heard what he could only assume was the noodle boy crashing into the party.

“Not so fast Red Son!”

Dramatically, Red turned around in the swivel chair to face towards his foe and crossed one leg over the other with a smirk on his face, “Monkey Boy!”

“It’s Monkie Kid actually.”

“No matter,” the fire demon rolled their eyes before deciding to taunt their opponent. He had already planned the night before what to say to the so-called hero when they arrived, “I thought I smelled some garbage turns out I was…” the sound of water dripping off the monkey caused Red to twitch his eye in irritation, “did you even bother to dry yourself off before you barged in here?”

“Uhhh,” the monkie’s answer was enough to see that they have noodles for brains. Its common decency to dry yourself off before you enter a building, was the noodle boy daft? Then again, it also gave the monkey a tactical advantage over Red Son if he was to use his fire. Why couldn’t it have been anything other than a hurricane that hit once all the measures against severe weather were shut down.

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Yeah, MK was soaking wet, sure, and he could feel how the water seeped into what fur he had at the moment as well as his clothes to his skin causing him to feel as if something was weighing him down, but he had some demon ass to kick so it wasn’t really a priority.

“Can we just get to the fighting?”

Before the red-haired demon could respond the rest of the gang caught up, and he could hear Pigsy and Tang calling out to him. The pig demon set the scholar down before looking at MK as if he was about to start scolding them only to growl in frustration before sighing, “We’re going to have a talk after this young man,” from the chef’s tone it was obvious that MK was in trouble, “Also why the hell are you soaking wet?”

Along with Pigsy and Tang were Mei and Sandy, though what surprised MK was that the Monkey King was floating on a cloud alongside them. Once Wukong saw the kid they smiled, “Kid, you should probably shake yourself dry…”

“That’s terrible advice!” Pigsy reprimanded the Great Sage who wasn’t listening.

“Why the fuck is that simian here?” Red Son expressed his irritation at the presence of the Monkey King who looked over at the demon prince and grinned.

“Nephew!” the immortal monkey began with exclaiming as if Red Son was an old pal, rolling upside down on their cloud and putting their hands behind their head as he continued, “Haven’t been able to talk to you for quite some time. How’s it hanging?”

“How’s it hanging?”

The son of DBK made irritated sounds in response to that in the middle of those Red would mutter something about how Wukong had no right to talk to him like the whole trapping his dad under a mountain never happened. That was the final straw that broke the already fragile brotherhood between Wukong and the Demon Bull King. After everything the monkey king did while serving that blasted monk, from letting Guanyin take Red away in an attempt to redeem him all the way to the time Demon Bull King was imprisoned in the Heavenly Realm they gave the sage the benefit of the doubt. After all, they witnessed the monk recite that spell that tightened that cursed headpiece that was on the great sage’s head. When DBK escaped his heavenly prison, he wasn’t met with the heavenly armies of the Jade Emperor, instead was faced with someone he used to call brother. Now that monkey has the gull to call Red Son their nephew!

The kid proceeded to do exactly what his mentor suggested earlier, causing water to fling everywhere. The kid’s bandana came off in the process, allowing MK’s hair to fall down to his shoulders. In the background, Red Son seemed to have lost any patience he had as the Demon Bull King’s son’s hair flared wildly.

“Do…do you realize how much of a mess you’re making!?” the fire demon shouted as they chucked a fireball towards the group, “I was aiming for the noodle boy, but there that should help dry you off.”

Wait, was the demon really helping them right now? MK looked at his opponent who had their arms folded and was tapping their toes impatiently. It wasn’t hard to take the hint, so the kid huddled closer to the fire noticing that it was warm but not hot like a normal fire, yet it didn’t take long for the warmth to dry MK off. All that time, Red Son waited for the half-demon to finish.

“Huh, he’s just standing there,” Mei commented next to MK about the demon’s odd behavior, “Though not sure if he’s doing it menacingly.”

“Are you done yet?” there was irritation in the demon’s voice. It no longer felt like his back was submerged in water and MK’s clothes were dry at this point, so MK stood up and picked up his staff and stared right at Red Son.

“Get ready to be MK-Od,” MK was already eager for the fight to start, so he rushed towards his opponent to make the first move only to slip on a puddle causing MK to flail around which inadvertently led to the Ruyi Jingu Bang hitting Mei over the head. Mei recovered quickly, only being stunned for a few seconds before snapping out of it.

“Yeah…” Mei stumbled around, the dragon girl probably dealing with a concussion after being hit in the head, “Show em who’s boss!”

Mei then passed out, but MK knew that she was probably going to be okay even if that didn’t stop the fact that the part-human felt guilty about it, “Sorry Mei.”

“Monkey King,” Pigsy didn’t even look at the sage, “What were you saying about MK being able to handle this?”

Pigsy then turned to face the immortal who was lounging on a cloud with a bag of…were those peach chips…doesn’t matter the fact of the matter was that the Monkey King was no help.

“You’re forgetting that I’m retired,” Monkey King pointed out as he kicked back on their cloud and popped a peach chip in their mouth, “Also all young monkeys have trouble controlling their tail, relax. I may have sealed some of their powers, but they should still be semi-invincible. Have some faith in my…in your kid.”

The two began to bicker, Pigsy scolding the Monkey King for not taking MK’s safety into account while the Monkey King kept telling the pig demon to not worry so much. It was almost as if the two completely tuned out the fact that there was a hurricane raging outside and that they were supposed to be there to help MK fight Red Son.

“Argh! Enough,” Red Son shouted, and flames began to spread throughout the room until the fire separated the younger monkey from their allies. The fire demon was able to walk through the flames with no issue, and now MK was face to face with the demon that attempted to kill them the day before, “It's just you and me now Noodle Boy, lets see how strong you are with this seal shall we.”

Before Xiăotiān could react, he was hit in the face with a fist of fire, the kid clenched his teeth and hissed in pain but knew he couldn’t let Red Son win. MK blocked his opponent’s next blow with the staff along with the flurry of punches and kicks that followed, so far, he hadn’t tripped over his tail so that was a good sign that things were turning in MK’s favor. Just as the thought crossed his mind, he just had to be proven wrong when MK felt his tail wrap around something, at least it wasn’t his own leg this time, but it actually might be worse. Their tail was wrapped around Red Son who then tripped and fell onto MK, the fire bull demon’s face red with anger and embarrassment.

Red Son stood up, the demon’s hair flaming wildly as he got off of MK who was oblivious to the fact that the demon’s face was not just flushed because he was just tripped up by his opponent. Instead, MK was focused on how his vision was tinted gold again, he looked around until his gaze locked on the weather station’s control panel and an idea popped into his head.

“That’s it, no more playing fair,” Red Son then made the makeshift arena bigger, allowing the bull clones to enter the fight. Red Son then began to go at MK relentlessly, MK doing his best to block the blows and return them with ones of his own. Red Son managed to make a blow that caused Xiăotiān to stumble back into the weather station’s controls and step on his tail causing the monkie to flinch at the pain that ran all the way up through his spine.

All of the robots used this as an opportunity and jumped into the air to attempt to bury the Monkie Kid under them, but MK was prepared as he dug the staff into the ground and willed it to seek out each of the bull clones as well as Red Son.

The staff hit each of its targets causing them to latch onto the staff as it quickly grew taller and burst through the ceiling causing the glass to fall on the floor. MK then rushed over to the control panel and sat down hovering his hand over a button.

“Oh, look a lightning button,” MK imitated Red Son before pressing the button which called down lightning that was drawn towards the staff. MK then hid behind some rubble and covered his ears as the lightning destroyed or disabled the bull clones and shocked the fire demon who was at the very top of the lightning rod. The staff then shrunk down to its original size and robot parts fell through the roof before Red Son screamed as he fell to the ground with a thud.

It wasn’t long before the fire demon stood up and glared at MK who was pretty sure he pissed off the son of the Demon Bull King more than he already had. Red Son struggled to string together his words, “You may have bested me today Monkey Boy…but you are still…still garbage!”

All the flames in the room then went to envelope the demon and when the fire dissipated the bull prince was gone. With the fire gone, the kids found family was able to get to MK, but they quickly realized that there was no need. Wukong with a smug look on his face turned to Pigsy and pointed out that the kid had already beaten Red Son, but Pigsy said that it didn’t change anything.

The rain that began to fall through the exposed roof reminded MK that the job was not yet finished. The kid went back to the controls, which surprisingly anyone could just go up to and have no trouble using, and stretched his arms out.

“Okay,” MK said out loud to no one in particular, “Let’s get this place back to normal.” The kid reactivated the safety measures and turned down the weather settings back and not long after the hurricane dispersed outside and the sun once again was shining overhead like it was that morning, “And that should do it.”

Mei was just about to tackle MK but when she did, she found that MK wasn’t there since the Monkey King had swept the kid onto their cloud and began to ruffle the kid’s hair.

“I knew you could do it bud,” Wukong said as he put something into the kid’s hands. MK looked at what the monkey handed him and realized that it was his red bandana that fell off earlier in the fight. A smile formed on the kid’s face as he recalled the day, he got the piece of red fabric. It was the very first gift Pigsy and Tang gave him after the couple took MK in as well as the first gift he ever received from a parental figure.

“I’ve never seen you without it, so I assume it’s important to you, kid, so,” Wukong started to say before the kid wrapped the monkey king in a tight hug. The immortal was stunned for a moment but hugged his kid back, he must have been on the mark with his assumption as the kid nuzzled into the sage.

“Thank you, Bà.”

The sage could not think of how to respond, but a certain pig demon approached the two, at first Wukong thought that Pigsy was about to start scolding him again but what happened instead was not what he expected.

“A little rough around the edges, but we can work with that,” Pigsy commented as he turned towards Tang who was smiling at the scene before him. Then the pig demon looked the Monkey King dead in the eyes and said, “I’ll let you have the kid for three days, starting tomorrow, but after that I want you to once a week come down to my restaurant for some training of your own.”

“Pft, I don’t need any…”

The pig demon refused to let Wukong finish that sentence, “Tang and I will be giving you some ‘Dad Training’.”

At this point MK had fallen asleep with his head leaning on their mentor’s chest, the Monkey King quickly looked around to see if there was anyone who would hear this and saw no other witnesses other than MK’s found family the monkey king relented.

“Fine, but this stays between us,” Wukong said, “I will know if any of you tell anyone about this, okay!”