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The Origins of Martin Maneater (1/3)

Author's Note: Martin Maneater is a character from my story Big Corp Inc. I never gave him a backstory or explained his family lineage, so this story seeks to fill that gap. This is intended to be a standalone piece, and can be read even if you haven't read any of my other works. Enjoy!

Word Count: 4.1k for part 1, 9k overall

Content Warning: Soft fatal unwilling vore (the vore is more for plot/ lore in this story so I tried to keep the descriptions to a minimum)

Today was an exciting day for Martin Maneater. He was turning eight years old. Though the young giant lad didn’t understand the intricacies of adult life or money, he did know that his dad had recently gotten a new job, a job that was much higher paying than his old one. His father had splurged on a fancy new car for himself and lavish clothes and jewelry for his wife. He had promised his son something special for his birthday, so Martin was chomping at the bit all day as he waited for school to end.

When he got home from school, he was ecstatic to see a big stack of presents wrapped up in bright colorful paper, along with a magnificent cake smothered in sweet layers of frosting. With the permission of his parents, he tore into his presents with glee. His dad had bought him a set of toy sports cars, including a miniature version of the real car he bought for himself, and a model airplane kit. Martin loved his new toys. He was also given money to buy whatever he desired later.

“Wow, thank you so much guys!” Martin exclaimed with a wide smile. “This is the best birthday ever!”

“Hold on, son, we still haven’t given you the best part,” his father said as he wrapped his arm around his son. Martin looked up at him questioningly. His father was a tall, strong giant, with dark eyes, neatly groomed, mid-length black hair, and graying stubble on his square chin. Even though he was family, he had a feral intensity to him that always made Martin a bit nervous.

His mother came over and cupped Martin’s chin in her elegant hands, planting a light kiss on his cheek. “I prepared you a special birthday dinner, sweetie,” she clarified in her tranquil voice. His mother was softer around the edges, with silvery eyes and fine silky hair of a lighter shade that flowed down past her shoulders. She guided her son over to the dinner table and sat him down, then left to serve up the meal. His dad sat down with a knowing smile as he placed his cloth napkin in his lap.

Martin bobbed with excitement. He was hungry. He ate well enough, but before his dad got his new job, his family hadn’t been able to afford the best food. Like any other giant, and especially one from the Maneater bloodline, Martin craved meat above all else, as much as he loved sweets and other delicacies. He hoped his mom had prepared a delicious steak, or something equivalent. His mouth watered at the thought.

His mom returned from the kitchen carrying two plates, one for Martin and one for Mr. Maneater. Martin licked his lips when he saw a big slab of meat on the plate with a baked potato and green beans. However, his grin faded when she set the plate down in front of him. He glanced up at his father, who was grinning wolfishly at his own meal. His plate was screaming at him, tiny man screams.

Martin had never seen a human before in real life. He knew they existed, of course. He’d read about them and seen pictures. He’d overheard his parents talking about how delicious they were, but also how hard it was to get ahold of one. They were expensive, and buying and selling humans wasn’t exactly legal. Humans lived in a separate society, away from giants. Yet, here was a human, on his dinner plate.

Martin stared at the human with fascination. She was a tiny girl, about his own age, sitting in his baked potato with a dollop of sour cream. She looked like she could be a classmate of his, if she wasn’t so small. She looked up at Martin with terror, her hazel eyes wide enough for the whites to be visible despite her diminutive size. Her arms and legs were wrapped up in thin twine so that she couldn’t run away. Her mouth gasped open and closed, but unlike the man on his father’s plate, she didn’t make a sound. She frantically gestured complicated signals with her hands that Martin didn’t comprehend.

Martin’s mother walked in holding her own meal, with the squeaky screams of a human woman. The giantess sat down and smiled sweetly at her son. Martin pointed at his plate and asked shakily, “W-what’s this about?”

“Why, Martin! Don’t you know? That’s a human!” She shook her head and sighed. “We haven’t been able to afford any humans to eat until now, so we thought it would be a special surprise for your birthday!”

“Yes, son. Today you’ll finally live up to your famous bloodline as a Maneater,” his father interjected, flashing his teeth. Martin was speechless. He looked back down at the girl, who’d been fixated on him the entire time. His stomach twisted up with revulsion at the thought of eating an innocent little girl like her. He could clearly see that she was a person, just like any other, only smaller. He couldn’t possibly do it. He shook his head slightly in disbelief.

“I know your first time can be a little tricky. Here, let me demonstrate,” Mr. Maneater said. He picked the miniature man off his plate and grabbed his steak knife with his free hand. The man paled, struggling for his life against his bonds.

“No, please!” he cried out. “Don’t eat me! I’ll do anything!” The giant ignored him and cut through the twine with the knife to free his arms and legs.

“I’d recommend removing the thread first, so the limbs are free. That way, you can enjoy the feeling of the human thrashing around in your gut after you swallow it. You can, of course, chew your food if you prefer, but generally the joy of live prey is that… well… it’s alive. It moves. If you bite down, you’ll kill it. So I like to savor on the tongue for a while before swallowing whole.”

Martin gaped in horror as he watched his father put the little screaming man on his tongue and close his mouth around him, muffling his cries. The girl in his potato shed silent tears. The woman on his mom’s plate screeched, “Let him go! Please! Don’t eat him, that’s my husband! No!”

Mrs. Maneater, unbothered by the woman’s pleas, took her own knife and slashed through the threads with the jagged edge. The woman flinched and fought back but failed to deter the giantess from sliding her between her plump red lips with satisfaction. She sucked the residual flavor off her finger with a dreamy gaze. The faces of Martin’s parents smoothed into expressions of sublime ecstasy as they tasted their prey. Martin felt like he would vomit as he observed his father tilt his head back and swallow. He caressed his Adam’s apple as the lump pulsed in his neck and the man plunged down his throat, gone forever. His mother, too, indulged in a luxurious swallow, sighing with pleasure and patting her stomach.

Their eyes turned to Martin expectantly and he gulped, agitated. To do such a thing as devour an innocent little human was unthinkable to him. He gazed down at his meal. She stared back at him with pleading, watery eyes. Martin’s heart bled with sorrow. He couldn’t do it. He considered refusing, but then he thought of the images, now burned into his psyche, of his parents heartlessly consuming the other humans like they were nothing more than snacks. If he refused to eat his human, one of his parents undoubtedly would. Martin repressed a shudder.

He knew what he needed to do, but he wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to do it. His throat tightened as he hesitantly picked up his knife. The girl recoiled and attempted to squirm away like a worm, but Martin coiled his fingers around her, lifting her off his plate. Carefully, so as not to harm her, he removed the twine from her wrists and ankles. Her mouth moved but she made no sound. She signed with her hands desperately. Martin could only assume she was begging for her life.

He swallowed and licked his lips nervously. He had to do this. He realized, if the tiny man and woman had been married, this girl might be their child. She probably just witnessed her parents getting eaten by giants, burdened with the knowledge that he would eat her next. He couldn’t fathom how heart-wrenching and terrifying that must’ve been for her. He must look like a beastly ogre from her perspective.

With this accursed knowledge weighing heavily on his heart, Martin slowly opened his mouth and forced the small girl inside. He closed his jaws and felt her squirming on his tongue. He tried to block out how good she tasted, how hungry he was, how his mouth filled up with saliva in response to her presence. With his parents watching, he pretended to swallow, pushing the girl gently against his teeth with his tongue.

“Mmmmm,” he hummed, feeling like a monster. He made a show of rubbing his stomach. His parents grinned with pride.

“You’re a true Maneater now, Martin,” his father proclaimed. “I’m proud of you, son.” Martin hid his revulsion with an anemic smile. As soon as his parents looked away, he pretended to wipe off his lips and spat the girl out into his napkin. She thrashed with pure survival instinct, forcing Martin to close his hand around her in a fist. He was shaking. If she wormed her way out of his hand and made a run for it, his parents might spot her and catch her. He couldn’t let that happen. He transferred her to his pants pocket. She tried to climb out, but he covered the pocket with his hand so she couldn’t escape.

Martin was grateful that the girl was mute; otherwise, she’d probably be screaming her lungs out and give herself away. He could hardly blame her for being frightened, considering the circumstances. Martin outwardly gave no indication that anything was amiss, as he ate his dinner and birthday cake, but the food seemed to have lost its flavor. He felt like a stone was weighing down his stomach with dread. His birthday was ruined; all the joy was sapped out of him.

The girl in his pocket eventually gave up on trying to escape and stopped fighting. However, he could still feel her trembling with fear against his leg. He did the only thing he could think to do and gingerly cupped his fingers around her through the fabric of his garments. She tensed up. He realized that he was probably just scaring her more and released his hold with a quiet sigh.

“What’s the matter, sweetie? You’ve hardly touched your cake,” Mrs. Maneater remarked. Martin jumped slightly.

“Oh, I’m, uh, just full from my dinner,” Martin stammered, stumbling clumsily over his excuse. He placed a hand over his belly self-consciously, as if his mom could see through his body and tell he was lying. She saw the action and smiled. She assumed he must be appreciating the feeling of the human moving around inside his stomach.

“Can I be excused? I wanna go play with my new cars,” Martin asked.

“Of course,” his mother replied, playfully shooing him away with her hand. Martin jumped out of his seat with the typical energy of an eight year-old boy, but then remembered he needed to be less rowdy with the delicate human in his pocket and walked with deliberate steps to his bedroom, grabbing his toys on the way. He went in his room, closed the door behind him, and dropped his cars on the floor.

His heart was beating hard as he climbed up on his bed and reached his hand into his pocket. The tiny girl jerked away at his touch, but she couldn’t elude his grasp as he pulled her out. She bit his finger, but her microscopic teeth weren’t enough to hurt the giant. Even so, Martin could plainly see she didn’t want to be held, so he placed her on his bed. She sprinted with wild adrenaline, but Martin corralled her away from the edge with his hands so she wouldn’t fall off and hurt herself.

Martin cornered her against the headboard and the wall, in the hopes that she would calm down. He didn’t want to scare her, but he couldn’t avoid it, with the vast size difference. He examined her as she pressed herself into the corner, her tiny chest heaving with panicked breaths. She had shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes. He felt guilty as he noticed how damp her hair and clothes were from his saliva. He couldn’t imagine how frightening and disgusting it must’ve been for her, to be inside a giant mouth. He wanted to clean her up and assure her that she was safe, but he doubted she would even let him touch her at this point.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he cooed in what he hoped was a soothing tone. “I’m not going to eat you or hurt you.” No change in demeanor from the girl. “I’m a friendly giant. Um… I’m sorry I had to put you in my mouth and pretend to swallow you. I just did that so my parents wouldn’t eat you instead.”

He wasn’t sure if she was comprehending anything he was saying to her. Her face didn’t change at all, beyond her tormented eyes looking up at his mouth fearfully as he spoke. Martin sighed. “Here, let me just-” He offered his hand to her. She cowered, turning her head against the wall and squeezing her eyes shut as if he were about to smash her. Tears leaked down her cheeks. Martin retracted his hand with a disappointed frown.

He wasn’t sure what to do. Clearly, nothing he said or did would calm her down. He couldn’t just release her; she might get captured by his parents or some other hungry giant. He didn’t know where she lived, and she wouldn’t be able to answer any of his questions. He was stumped. He finally decided to just leave her on the bed. He’d catch her if she tried to jump off, but otherwise would allow her to move around freely as she pleased. He lifted his hands in a placating gesture and climbed off his bed, watching the girl the entire time. She felt his massive movements through the mattress and eyed him warily, trembling.

Martin sat on the floor, waiting to see what would happen. The girl didn’t try to run, nor did she budge from her corner. Martin got bored and eventually started playing with his cars, making car noises as he had them drive around and crash into each other. The human still didn’t make a move. Eventually, the giant child got so engrossed in his imaginary world he forgot about observing her, and focused on his toys instead.

He really liked his new birthday toys. The cars were incredibly realistic, and even had little doors that would open and close on the sides. His favorite was the sporty silver one that looked just like his daddy’s real car. He created a makeshift track for them and had them race around. He grabbed some of his toy soldiers and action figures and had them join in on the fun too. Martin was an imaginative child who loved to play.

The little girl cautiously crept over to the edge of the bed and watched him. The giant bed was too high for her to get down on her own, so she couldn’t get away. At first, since she was so small, Martin didn’t notice her. He pretended to run over a few of his little green soldiers with one of the cars, making epic squishy death noises and motor sounds. He looked up with a stupid smile on his face and froze. His expression dropped when he saw the tiny girl observing him. She tensed up and stared back at him.

For a long, painful moment, neither of them moved. Martin felt his mouth go dry. He bit his lip and let go of the car he was holding, but otherwise didn’t twitch a single muscle. Finally, the little girl signed rapidly with her hands. Martin stared at her blankly. She signed again, the same movements, and then again, slower. Martin frowned, his stormy gray eyes clouding with dejection.

“I’m sorry…” he apologized. “I don’t understand.” The girl looked sad, but nodded with resigned acknowledgement. She tried a different tactic, pointing down at his toys. Martin traced the invisible line down to his cars, looking at them. He puzzled over what she might be trying to convey. “Um…”

His eyes lit up. “You want to play with me?” The girl considered his question, then gave a hesitant nod. Martin nearly leapt to his feet with excitement, but he knew he had to restrain himself. He slowly crawled forward on his hands and knees toward the bed in an effort to look smaller and not frighten the little human. Despite her show of bravery, the tiny human couldn’t stop herself from scooting back in fear as the giant approached her. Martin stopped with a frown, then backed up slightly, straightening into a sitting position.

The girl gulped. Martin could see her little chest pulsing as she breathed hard. He imagined her heart must be palpitating as fast as his right now. He gave her time to collect herself before inching closer again. She stiffened, but didn’t back down this time. Martin came up to the bed with his face level with her, looking over her with wonder as he drank in the finer details that he was able to distinguish up close. She folded her arms around herself self-consciously, shaking as she gazed into the stormy depths of the giant’s gray eyes.

Martin raised his hand, palm up, level with the edge of the bed and gave the girl a kind smile, trying not to show off his teeth. The girl curled her hands against her chest with anxiety as she stared down at his palm. Martin held perfectly still, hardly daring to even breathe. The girl, after fighting an internal battle with her fear, took a timid step forward. Then another. She stepped into Martin’s warm hand. Her tiny feet sank into his pliant skin, making his heart jump. She sat down in his hand, gazing at her surroundings with undisguised amazement.

Martin, too, was amazed, to be holding a miniature person in his palm, her entire being encapsulated by his huge hand. She was fragile and precious, smaller than one of his action figures and far more delicate. He almost forgot about his toys as he examined her, but her clear discomfort with the situation convinced him to set her down on the carpet among his assorted playthings.

The girl resisted the urge to run as her legs quivered beneath her. Martin watched her as she examined the gigantic toys, touching them with her teeny hands and marveling at their size. He held still, so his movements wouldn’t startle her, and tried to speak to her, but she didn’t seem to notice he was talking. He thought it odd that she didn’t respond to his voice at all, regardless of what he said. He subtly moved his hand, outside of her range of vision, and loudly snapped his fingers. No reaction. She didn’t even flinch.

Martin realized she couldn’t hear. She was both deaf and mute. Martin supposed, if she wasn’t, she’d be dead, since her lack of a voice had saved her. He watched quietly as she ran her hand over one of his shiny new cars. He shifted a bit to get her attention and she reflexively recoiled, looking up at him.

“You want to ride in the car?” Martin asked. He reached down to open one of the doors and she jolted away at the giant hand descending towards her. Martin paused. The tiny human placed her hand on her chest to steady herself before creeping forward again. He could tell she was struggling to overcome her instinctive fear. He tried to curb his enthusiasm as he pulled open the little door on the car. The girl leaned in and surveyed the plastic interior before sitting in one of the seats, placing her hands on the diminutive plastic steering wheel. Like a gentleman, Martin closed the door behind her, patting it with his hand.

Martin made sure the girl was settled in before he started to roll the car forward with his hand. The girl’s eyes widened in alarm briefly before she smiled with glee and pretended to drive with the steering wheel. Once he could see she wasn’t afraid, he moved the car faster, making it swoop around corners on an imaginary racetrack. He was having even more fun than before, especially when he could see how happy his new friend was in the driver’s seat. Martin made zooming car noises as he made the toy car go faster and faster.

Unfortunately, as careful as Martin was with the human, he was still a young child. He didn’t know how to handle humans properly, nor was he very gentle with his toys when he played with them. Although it wasn’t his intention to harm his miniature friend, he tended to play roughly by nature. He made the car race in tight circles, laughing and having fun, oblivious that the tiny girl inside was being jostled and bumped around in the hard, unyielding plastic. Even worse, the girl had no way to tell him to stop, since she couldn’t make a sound.

Finally, Martin peered into the car’s windshield and noticed something was amiss, so he stopped. He couldn’t see the girl, since she’d been knocked over. He opened the car door with his finger and she crawled out in a heap. She tried to stand up but stumbled over her feet with dizziness and fell to her knees. Before Martin could react, she retched and vomited on the floor. He leaned down over her and noticed she had purple spots on her arms and legs: bruises. She was injured from the car ride. The giant boy felt a terrible stab of guilt when he realized what he’d done.

Martin gingerly scooped the girl up with his hands and made sure she was facing him before speaking, so she could read his lips. “I’m so, so sorry!” he cried. “I really didn’t mean to hurt you. Are you okay?”

The girl gave him a weak smile and flashed him a thumbs-up. Martin sighed in relief, rustling her hair with his breath. He noticed she was still wet from being inside his mouth earlier, and he felt even worse. “Why don’t we go get you cleaned up?” he said awkwardly.

The girl nodded. Martin cautiously opened his bedroom door and peeked out, to make sure the coast was clear, before hurrying across the hall to the bathroom, keeping the human hidden in his cupped hands. He closed the door behind him and did his best to wash the girl off in the sink, fully clothed. He regretted not having any human-sized things such as a change of clothes for her comfort. He dried her off the best he could and returned to his own bedroom.

Martin prepared the girl a place to sleep out of a tissue box and some folded cloth, placing the makeshift bed on his nightstand. When his parents entered his room to wish him goodnight, he hid the girl under his pillow so they wouldn’t discover her. After they left, he put her in the box bed and laid down in his own bed. He stared up at the ceiling, thinking hard.

He didn’t know what he was going to do with the girl. He hoped she wouldn’t try to run away during the night, but he doubted she would. Even if she could somehow climb down to the floor from the nightstand, she had nowhere to go, when she was vulnerable and alone in a giant world. Martin realized he needed to find a way to communicate with her, so he could understand what she was saying. He had a few ideas that he could try to implement at school tomorrow. Eventually, Martin fell asleep, unaware that the human was silently crying herself to sleep next to him.

Part 2

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margridarnauds · 6 months

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Hi! I have loved Toho Elisabeth since May, and I want to find other musicals they’ve adapted and done but I have no idea where to find them, aside from a version of Phantom I found on Bilibili. Any help would be MUCH appreciated!

Hi!

So, first of all, my apologies for the length of time to reply -- I've been busy dealing with professional things the whole month and can only now be a human being. In relation to that...for the last three or so years, I haven't been able to follow Toho musicals like I wish I could. It's a shame, but. Well. Grad student. (As well as various developments in terms of my personal life and Toho that have made me a little less likely to follow it.)

I'll take this in three parts -- First of all, the adaptations I personally recommend, second, how to keep up to date on announcements (which I'm woefully behind on, do as I say, not as I do), and third, how to get ahold of them once you've found the musical of your dreams.

(Some) Recommendations

Romeo and Juliet (ミュージカル「ロミオとジュリエット」)

The myth, the legend. One of the most legendary French original musicals, translated to Japanese for the purposes of the wildly successful Takarazuka production (which has had like. A *ton* of productions. I'm not inclined to do the research on how many, because this is the Quick and Dirty Guide, not the research paper, but there have been a Lot) and then totally reinterpreted for the Toho stage, including staging it in a post-apocalyptic setting and updating and expanding the libretto to fit that setting. (#1 way to piss off a Toho Romeo and Juliet fan? Say that it's just like the Zuka.) I personally recommend the 2019 production, specifically Black Cast with Furukawa Yuta, but you can form your own preferences.

Lady Bess (ミュージカル「レディ・ベス」)

If you came for Kunze and Levay, there's nothing better than...MORE Kunze and Levay. This was my very first Toho musical, I got the DVD back in....2018, God, that was five years ago. ANYWAY. It tells the story of a Young Elizabeth I of England and her struggle to survive under her sister's rule while contending with her mother's complex legacy while embarking on a youthful romance with the spirited poet, Robin Blake. While I do have some issues with the libretto, the music is strong and the production is gorgeous. If you can only get one, get the Star Cast with Aya Hirano and Kazuki Kato.

1789, Les Amants de La Bastille (ミュージカル「1789 - バスティーユの恋人たち」)

If you know me, this musical doesn't need an introduction. It's changed my life. The Toho production in particular. It's quite bittersweet from where I'm standing now, for various reasons, including the tragic death of Sayaka Kanda, who was the lead actress for one of the casts, which...God, we're almost approaching the anniversary...but the fact remains that it was a gorgeous production, the music is gorgeous, and, plot-wise, it probably did the best job of exploring the characters and the nuances of the plot of any of the productions, including the French, and it perfectly suited the darker style usually associated with Toho musicals. I love both casts and recommend them, but of the two, I personally recommend the d'Espoir cast, which had Teppei Koike and Sayaka Kanda, not just out of pity, but because they were were both exceptional in the roles.)

Marie Antoinette (ミュージカル「マリー・アントワネット」)

While I would say that Lady Bess introduced me to Toho and 1789 cemented my love for it, Marie Antoinette...defines it for me. It's probably my favorite Toho musical of all time. It would require a long, long rant to discuss everything I love about it, but to put it simply: It's a gorgeous production, you got some of the best actors currently working on the Japanese stage together to give some of the best acting of their careers, and the music is great. The dynamics between the various characters -- Margrid and Antoinette, Margrid and Orléans, Orléans and Antoinette, Antoinette and Fersen, Antoinette and Louis -- are some of my favorite in any musical I've seen, not just limited to Toho musicals, and the little bit of sexism that usually seems to follow Kunze and Levay's stuff...I don't want to say it's GONE, but I think that the fact that the female characters behave like people -- sometimes flawed people -- bumps it up a couple of notches, so if you like Elisabeth and you like its style...it's not a guarantee, since MA doesn't lean on the gothic tradition as much as Elisabeth, but you will PROBABLY like it. I personally recommend the A Cast with Sonim, Furukawa Yuta, and Rena Sasamoto.

This is, imo, a good starter pack -- there are other Toho musicals out there, but these are the ones that I recommend to capture some of the range of what Toho can do as a company and to introduce you to some of the best of the best on stage.

Now, Part 2:

2. R's Quick and Dirty Guide to Toho Musicals and How To Get Into Them (if you need links, let me know):

First of all: Follow the official Toho Channel on Youtube + Twitter. This is your best guide for keeping up to date on which projects they're working on. Also follow Umeda Arts while you're at it, and since there's a not-insignificant overlap between Horipro's business and Toho's, follow THEM as well. This will also keep you up to date on things like DVD + BluRay releases, since they tend to announce them on Twitter + Youtube.

Follow some of the stars on Instagram! Japanese celebrities tend to be very much into Instagram (okay, so are American celebrities) -- this is your best bet at following which projects they're working on. Since you mentioned Elisabeth, for example, Furukawa Yuta maintains an active Instagram presence *and* is an immensely bankable star. Likewise for Manaki Reika, Hanafusa Mari, etc., and they often will take pictures of musicals they're attending, or stars they're working with, so you can hopefully get a web of stars constantly posting updates about new projects.

And for the grand finale....

3. Getting ahold of them.

I recommend using a proxy if you're not in Japan. Do NOT, for the LOVE OF GOD, go for Ebay prices -- with how low the yen currently is, just about anything you pick up on Ebay is either going to be highway robbery or something you could get for the same price using a proxy. I use two services -- Buyee for when I want to do a broad search of everything on the Japanese market for something I can buy myself, MyFavoriteThingsJapan for when the thing that I want requires a little bit more...negotiation. (I am very aware that the way I just phrased that makes it sound like I have a personal hitman I use to get ahold of Japanese theatre merch.) (Not yet.) Sometimes, you will find items, DVDs, BluRays, CDs, etc. that Buyee doesn't cover. And, in those instances, if you don't speak Japanese, it's to your benefit to have someone who can negotiate on your behalf with the buyer. It's a little bit more costly, but worth it. Japanese theatre is frustrating to be in, because, unlike, say, VBW for German language musicals, the Japanese industry has never seen the need to overly cater to its international fans (though this has been improving with, say, Takarazuka.) Western...or even non-Japanese Toho fans are an exception, not a rule. So, we have to be a little bit more creative. That being SAID, there are so many proxy services available now VS even five years ago, and the price of the yen is still so low compared to where it was, that it has never been easier to buy these things. (And, in some ways, it's easier than, say, getting ahold of specialized French merchandise. Or, God help us all, Hungarian.)

You'll notice I'm not making any suggestions of websites to find these things -- due to how oppressively underpaid Japanese theatre stars often are (with a couple of exceptions at the very top of the industry), there is, traditionally, a very strong taboo around sharing websites that you can get ahold of these things for free. Japanese theatre fans are often stereotyped as being incredibly parasocial with their stars of choice -- there's absolutely truth to this and there are a number of cultural factors why this is the case, even among western fans (though, frankly, as someone who survived the Tveitpocalypse, I wonder whether we really want to argue that that's unique to Japanese or Korean theatre), but at least part of it is that, frankly, the fans often protect the stars better than their own companies do (the Japanese theatre industry is...an industry. Mix some of the worst of Japanese work culture with already-crushing expectations of the theatre industry and BANG you have the Japanese musical theatre industry in a nutshell, at least among the major companies). There's a feeling of protectiveness, in other words. My relationship with that taboo is a long and complicated one that's gone through many phases over the years -- at the moment, I'm, frankly, too tired to actively scold anyone for it, especially given how much hypocrisy often surrounds that taboo, but I'm still not willing to publicly share that information or to share my own personal links. You know one that you can find material on -- I also know that you can find things on archive.org and VK. I won't point you to them directly, but they exist, even if there are, in general, fewer Toho musicals posted to both than, say, Takarazuka, and I know that @emptymasks has compiled a list of both Takarazuka and Toho Elisabeth productions here. Beyond that, I can also stream any of the aforementioned musicals, so long as you give me a little time to plan since my schedule is really, thoroughly, not what it used to be.

#toho stage

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switchbladedreamz · 1 year

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Choosing Me

LongHair!Frank Castle x Fem!Goth!Reader smut

Requested? Nah

Warnings? ❤️18+!!Hella fuckin smut y'all. Just fiiiiilth.

I need him to kiss me with his beard soaking wet

He cheated. Again..

"You know Ryan, you say you love me but you really don't give a shit about me. Do you?" He face turns bright red. It's his only change of expression from condescending. He straightens his tie. "Oh this again! I love you (Y/n/n). Is it your time of the month or something?" Out of the corner of my eye I see the silhouette, it's been following me all day, get closer. "Look I'm sorry I cheated, it didn't mean anything to me. Lets just forget this ever happened, we'll go to that fancy new Italian place and I'll buy you a new necklace." "Wow. It's like you're married the definition of misogyny, Jesus Christ dude. Get ahold of yourself and get your head out of your ass." I laugh, it almost sounds deranged with how pissed off I am. I turn to walk away but he grabs my wrist. I punch him square in the nose. "I have two hands dumbass, next time try to restrain them both." I mumble 'pathetic' before walking to my car. So too the silhouette moves in time.

It's three hours later and I'm crying into a bottle of wine blasting Halestorm, trying to remind myself I'm a bad bitch. A knock sounds at my door. A very beautiful face is on the other side of the door and I feel the gay panic seep in. "Hello, I'm Yelena, your new neighbor. I believe this is your mail," her ethereal green eyes squint as to read the name in the plastic viewing window of the envelope..''(Y/n)," 'my name rolls off her tongue so elegantly, beautiful.', " it was on my doorstep." She speaks in a Russian accent. I accidentally stare for a moment before finally speaking. "Ahem. Sorry! Thank you, yes. Uhm..how did you know my name?" "It's on the mail." She responds, a light laugh on the end. "Oh! Of course, how silly of me." "Is the music too loud? I'm sorry if it is, and I know a lot of people don't like metal.". Yelena has a beautiful smile, "Crank it girl, Lzzy Hale is an icon. I'll see you around." She waves. I'm stunned silent as I watch her door close. I jump over the couch and yank my phone off the aux, calling my best friend.

"Frank!! The most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life just moved in across from me. And she likes the same music I do, I'm gonna marry her.". "Jesus Christ (Y/n), I thought you was busy cryin over that Bryan prick." "Ryan, and I've been crying because I'm totally happy to be rid of his ass." "Yeah I never did like that douchebag. So. What's the chicks name? I'll see what I can get David to find, see if she's the real deal." I smile, I'm happy he cares. "She said her name was Yelena, I didn't get a last name though. She has this beautiful Russian accent but it's not too thick to were I don't know what she's saying. I don't usually go for blondes but man." "Yeah yeah I get it you're head over heels. Stay safe. Did Ron get all of his shit out of your apartment yet? You need any help with that asshole?" " I would like that, he's not a violent guy but he grabbed my wrist, it left a bruise. He'll be here in a few hours and I haven't been able to stop crying but I was a bad bitch when we last spoke now I'm a sad bitch.". "I'll be there". Before I can thank him he hangs up. He has such a way with words.

Frank arrived shortly after the phone call. He brought me flowers, ice cream, and a black throw blanket. I started to tear up "c'mon, can't have my best girl cryin over a gift. Go sit on the couch, I'll clean up and get you some food and water. Can't have that bastard catch ya slippin. He'll think he's won." I put the new blanket on top of the washer so I don't forget to wash it, I stop in the bathroom and wash my face and change out of my wet shirt.

"Heeey, there she is. Pick out a movie". Frank sets two plates on the coffee table. "Found some hamburger helper in the fridge." I hum as a response before picking Hellraiser, classic.

Halfway through the movie someone knocks on the door. Frank gets up, motioning for me to stay on the couch. I can hear the accusing tone in Ryan's voice as he's greeted with Frank's face. "Guess she hopped on the next dick that was nice to her". Frank's response meets Ryan's nose, that cracks. He screeches and I rush off the couch to stand behind Frank. "You're just going to let this APE TREAT ME LIKE THIS (Y/N/N)!?" Ryan yells. "Keep your voice down! And he can hit you once since you left a bruise on my wrist from early. Eye for an eye, bruise for a bruise shithead. Take your shit and leave." I grab the box, pretending Im going to hand it to Ryan, I let it dump to the floor in the hallway. I hear a gasp then a laugh, Yelena was in her door way. "I'm so sorry. I heard shouting and was going to check on you." That makes me smile a little.

Ryan scoffs and surprisingly he leaves without a word. With asshat out of sight Yelena breaks the silence. "Man that was awkward. But good for you, I like that you dumped the box. I would have just stabbed him." She laughs. I awkwardly laugh. "I'm kidding, you Americans." She points at us and chuckles, shutting her door. Frank and myself go back to watching Hellraiser. I hid my face in his arm as the hooks tore Uncle Frank's flesh off, I hate that part. Frank just laughs then let's me know when it's over.

After the movie ends Frank stretches, his shirt riding up. His happy trail making me happy. I can't help but shoot a quick glance to his lap then away. For some reason my dryer goes off. "Okay now put in the movie I brought." I hear Frank faintly call out. As he walks in he's carrying my new blanket, a bottle of wine, the ice cream, and two spoons. I smile and bend over to put in the movie he brought.

"I've never seen this before. Have you?". I can feel his eyes on me as I bend. "Nah ain't heard of it neither but Sarah said she thinks you'd like it and I told her I was headed over here and she let me borrow hers as long as I bring it back without a scratch." "Well cool, thanks Sarah. I'll definitely have to text her after with my review of it.".

Frank and I go back to cuddling. His presence is so comforting, I'm glad he's here with me. Frank starts to shift around, his face sort of contorted into an uncomfortable expression. "You okay Frankie?" I whisper. "I'm alright." He responds curtly. Well okay then.

Thirty minutes later and he's started shifting again, what the hell. I watch his hands go under the blanket and I catch a glimpse. Oh.

"hey Frankie" I whisper again. "Yeah what?" "Are you alright? You keep squirming around. Are you feelin okay?" I look up at him, doe eyes and all hoping he'll tell me the truth. "Quit worryin bout me and watch the movie, I'm okay." I nod my head and get up to go to the bathroom. It's there I realize why Frank was staring. I'm wearing loose shorts and...I forgot to put underwear on when I was changing into my pajamas. I go to my room and get an old pair of a different ex's jogger sweats (she was very tall) and an oversized HIM cutoff for Frank to sleep in.

Back in the living room I throw the garments at him and he catches them. "What're these (Y/n)?" "Your PJs silly, you really think I'm gonna let you drive yourself home after all the wine we've had". I slur my words the tiniest bit. "I'll get some water for us but you're still staying the night." I insist. I'm met with no retaliation from my guest.

The movie ends and Sarah was right, it was great. I pick up my phone but it's dead. Well I guess I'll text her in the morning.

I'm bent down on the floor, trying to find my charging cord under the mattress when heavy footfalls alert me of Frank's presence. I hear him mumble "fuck me" under his breath. I smile but it's swept away due to my lost cord. "hey princess is this what you're lookin for?" His voice is gruff, broken. Like he's trying to restrain himself. I get up off the ground and plop onto the bed, "yes! Thank you!" I grab it and kiss his cheek as thanks, okay maybe I'm still tipsy. I bend back over, this time on my night stand, to plug in my charger. "Damn iiit. I'm on my tiptoes and I still can't reach it. Frankie can you help me please?" He wordlessly walks over and fixes my problem. "Thank you. Would you like to take a shower before bed?" "Uh, yeah that'd be great, thanks. Towels?" "Hall closet". He nods and leaves.

Laying in my bed, trying my best to fall asleep but I can't when I can hear him. He's not loud by any means but the walls are thin. His little "fuuuuck"s or "yes just like that babygirl"s are driving me insane and insanely wet. The last thing I hear is "fuck yes, just like that (Y/n). Good girl" then the water shuts off. When the door opens, I can see Frank in my doorway. "Frank,....could you come lay with me till I fall asleep?" I ask him innocently. "I don't know if that's a good idea." "It's okay if you don't want to but I've been trying to sleep this whole time and it's weird to fall asleep to an empty bed.. I'm cold" I whine the last bit, rubbing my hands on my arms. Effectively squeezing my arms together to make my breasts pop. Another silent nod he steps in, shuts the door, and makes his way to my bed. It's then I notice he's shirtless and a couple droplets roll down his chest. Fuuuuck mee.

"good night princess" Frank whispers. "Gnight Frankie.".

I'm woken up at 5am, so my clock tells me, to grunts and being shaken. I feel something harsh against my behind when the brain fog clears and I realize what's happening. Frank's face is buried in my neck, and his cock against my ass, humping me in his sleep. "please" he whispers. It's so broken, desperate for release. I bite back a moan and rub my thighs together. It does nothing to alleviate my troubles except when I slip my hand down my shorts. I find im completely soaked when my middle finger splits my folds and runs up and down, spreading my juices. I accidentally gasp out loud as I rubbed my clit by surprise. Frank awoke with a grunt. "You okay pretty girl?" His morning voice is so hot. Then I feel the air shift. He knows. "(Y/n)." I don't answer. I'm too ashamed. "(Y/n)." He says more urgently this time. "Y-ye-ahem, yeah Frankie?". "Don't 'yeah Frankie' me right now. Just, just. Is this happening?" He stammers out. "D-do you want it to? To happen?" I turn onto my right side and face him. I had to at some point. "Yes. Do you?". I just nod. "Can I get something verbal, please?" His deep voice on edge. "I do. Please. Please Frank." Like a predator he growls and inches down bed, kissing and licking down my body as he strips me bare. With his large rough hands, grips my ankles, he pulls my center directly to his face. He doesn't stop making eye contact as his beard burns my thighs. His lips suck my clit into his mouth, the tip of his tongue swirling on my nub over and over and over. Two thick fingers languidly thrusting into me. It's all so beautiful and overstimulating. The tips of his fingers cuuurl and my toes do to, hands twisting needy in his long black locks. The grunts he makes when I tug on his hair send me. His fingers and mouth leave me and a small whiney 'nooo' leaves my mouth. Frank chuckles as he changes our position, I look up and my mind is blown. The big bad...hairy.. Punisher, towering over me and chuckling at me. "Frankie if you know one thing, it's for sure how to turn a girl on." His only response is another chuckle. His big hands pull my knees together and brings them over to one shoulder, slowly inching his member deeper into me. The girth stretching me open, nestled deep in my walls.

Frank's eyes never leave mine as he gently pulls out then pushes back in, inch by fucking inch. One arm stays wrapped around knees, his free hand pressing on my waist. Before I ask what he's doing out of nowhere his thrusts become fast and hard. I can see his cock bulging out of my stomach under Frank's hand, my eyes go wide and squeal when that hand applies pressure. "Okay baby, let me hear you". He leans his body forward, thrusting even deeper. The push and pull of his thick cock fucks my brain over, I can't think of anything. "F-Fra-fuuuck Fra-a-ank!" I cry at the top of my voice, all I get as a response is another chuckle. I roll my eyes. "Hey don't you fuckin roll your eyes at me, especially when I'm inside of you." His thrusts don't stop, it takes a lot to muster my verbal response. "You just...chuckle...it feels rude". I cross my arms to further prove my point. Really I'm just playing with my breasts. "It's." Stop, a harsh thrust. "Because." A stop, Harsh thrust. "You're" stop, harsh thrust. "So. Fucking." Two harsh thrusts back to back. "Cute!" He throws my legs open and around him, wraps his arms under me and pulls me to his chest. Plush lips trace my throat, my pulse, a bite to my jugular, a timid lick behind my ear, a nibble to my lobe. "Baby" I whimper, hushed against the shell of his ear. Gods he smells amazing, like me. It makes me feel primal, he's mine, he smells like me, mine mine mine. His hips move fluidly and slow, loving me. Choosing me. I kiss neck, my lips pressing softly to his Adams apple, my nails scratch lightly down his back. He shivers and it's my turn to chuckle. "Now you get it" Frank says before kissing my shoulder and to my chest. We end the blissful night between the sheets, holding hands. "G'night Frankie." I whisper to the darkness. "G'night baby".

#frank castle x reader smut #frank castle #the punisher x reader smut #the punisher #just pure filth

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sunny-sideup-4 · 10 months

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My review on Good Omens Season Two (also posted to Amazon Prime Video Reviews)

This season, this show in general, is beautifully written, directed, and executed. I can't perfectly describe how the story and characters just grab ahold of your attention instantaneously and keep you drawn in the entire time. There is never a dull moment. You become fully invested in the storyline and form a connection with the characters in a way that I, personally, haven't felt in YEARS. Despite the fictional nature of this story, the characters truly feel real and deal with very real internal and interpersonal conflict. This season was a reminder that we don't magically get fairytale endings-- we work for them. We make them ourselves through hard work and dedication. Through growth, change, and communication. I eagerly await the next season.

Now here's the special bit only for Tumblr: I have rewatched this show several times from beginning to end. I have watched it in it's entirety with my girlfriend and begun watching it with friends as well, with the intention of them becoming inspired in the same way I have. This season singlehandedly reignited a spark I had lost in 2020. In 2019, I was diagnosed with several chronic illnesses and began treatments for them in 2020, one week before the pandemic shut down the world. Learning I would forever live in a vessel that would always be sick... was soul crushing. Though things were starting to look up for my health through treatments that helped me manage my symptoms, I had lost the creative fire that roared at the very center of my being. It would come back in short little bursts of easily put out embers. I would write or draw or paint for a few days and then stop for months at a time, only to fall back into the never ending routine of going to work then coming home to lay on the couch in a deep depression that felt inescapable. I found other ways to be creative that were fulfilling- like crochet. I've deeply enjoyed the feel of yarn and hook moving in tandem to create a beautiful piece of fiber art to gift to others or keep for myself. I've enjoyed the peace it gives my over-active brain. There is no room for wild, unruly thoughts when my hands are constantly moving.

However, it never felt the same as it did when I was creating entire worlds in my head to escape into. It never brought the same sense of joy. It was fulfilling but not in the same way that set my soul ablaze. Good Omens Season two has opened a new chapter for me. It unlocked the prison cell that my creativity had been locked away in to rot. I am writing again. I am bringing ideas and stories to life. Plotting the the downfall and glorious uprising of characters once more. I feel alive again. I feel whole again. While I may keep my stories between myself and my close-knit chosen family, I finally have new stories to tell again. Thank you Neil Gaiman, @neil-gaiman. Thank you Michael Sheen and David Tennant. Thank you to the other actors and the crew that worked on this show and brought this story to the screens of the world. Thank you to Terry Pratchett, may he rest in peace, for his part in creating this story with Neil Gaiman. Thank you for telling a story that reaching into my chest and started my heart again. Thank you for telling a story that I could relate to. One that reflects parts of myself that few others can see. I don't think I will ever be able to say enough thank you's to convey how grateful I truly am.

To anyone who shares a story similar to mine- I see you. Keep fighting, keep growing, keep changing. Keep searching for hope in every crack and crevice of the world until you can even just the tiniest of slivers and let that help you to keep going until you can find yourself again. Until you can find your spark once more. I promise you that it's out there somewhere. Sometimes you will find in in unexpected places... like I found mine again, in Good Omens. Don't give up. Please. Please keep searching. Don't leave any stone unturned.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season two #neil gaiman #david tennant #michael sheen #good omens fandom #hope #inspiration #story telling

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gandyre · 11 months

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OC WHITE WHALE HUNT 2022 - 6.6.23

Howdy gang! Every year I host an OC white whale hunt where I and my community try to find the whereabouts of OCs I wanted to keep tabs on, but have seemingly disappeared.

Our current white whale hunt, 2022, has left us all completely stumped for six months. I was able to find some lingering artworks of the OC and I have information from before and after they went missing.

All of the info is over here if it's easier for you to read it on my site, but I'll copy + paste it here aswell! https://gandyre.carrd.co/#whitewhale2

More info below the "read more" - sorry to the first drafters akndjs

What we're looking for

Creator: Aluriium, Deviantart

Original owner: bluesyCat > forgets-the-keys, Deviantart

OC in question: Logan, feline

Remaining artworks

= https://www.deviantart.com/ribbon-wren/art/Bubblegum-AT-706019069

= https://www.furaffinity.net/view/25929140/ (plus the DA post! https://www.deviantart.com/frirro/art/Fullbody-commission-for-forgets-the-keys-723384378)

= https://purespiritflower.tumblr.com/post/167100659572/spooky-headshot-for-forgets-the-keys-on-deviantart (plus the DeviantArt post, discovered by avery in our Discord server! https://www.deviantart.com/purespiritflower/art/Skeleton-712565467)

= https://www.deviantart.com/weak-punk/art/Logan-715321520

= https://www.deviantart.com/silkenwindhound/art/You-re-coming-too-right-711217438

= https://www.deviantart.com/castelgrey/art/READ-DESC-Logan-Contest-entry-706559960

= https://minbwy.tumblr.com/post/167662877701/sketch-comm-for-forgetsthekeys-on-da-16-per-page found by avery in our Discord server!

= https://www.deviantart.com/junoapollo/art/BluesyCat-TRADE-723220702

Info

= Keys sold Logan around the time they left the platform in 2017-18 and changed their username. I was on ground zero and I believe I asked for a hold but they declined and Logan was sold to someone else (which yeah fair enough!!) I never caught the username of the person who purchased Logan.

= avery in our Discord server pointed out that the trade would've taken place after 1.2.18, as that's the date of the Frirro fullbody. I didn't know you could see the dates on FA until now 😆

= I haven't dug anything noteworthy up from Google, Deviantart or Toyhouse pertaining to Aluriium, Sadist(ic), Keys, or the artists' galleries on TH that did these pieces. I know forgets-the-keys is on Twitter somewhere under a new name, during my first search their social links led me to it but I didn't write it down. Generally I ask that we don't reach out to former owners and I don't reach out either if the sale didn't happen in the same year. They may not want to be bothered anyway y'know - it was almost 6 years ago!

= Logan is easily confused with Keys' other OCs, as they seemed to have had a specific taste, but Logan is always depicted with their steampunk goggles to my knowledge. They were once depicted with a skull (the PureSpiritFlower piece) but that may have been a YCH. Their blue-yellow eyes are a tell too.

If they're found UFS, I'd love to buy them! But just knowing where they are is good enough for me. This cat was one of the final posts & designs Aluri shared before she left. We were pals and I like to keep some of her designs as a keepsake, so it'd mean the world if I could find this one!

Contact

You can comment or DM me here! Alternatively you can get ahold of me through any of my active socials or in our discord server's white whale channel; I also still check my messages / notifications on deviantart! You can contact me with questions, leads, suggestions, or any new info you uncover.

The reward

This hunt's reward will be a raffle with two winners! Two designs will be given away, one per winner, aswell as $30 in shop credit for each winner.

= The first person to find a direct link to logan will receive two artwork or custom design slots of their choosing, abiding by my tos. Larger pieces may have an extended turn-around time as I still have to make ends meet through this shop and I'll need to host the raffle aswell.

= If I find them from clues / leads given by others, the users who provided them will receive 2 extra tickets to the raffle.

= Shop credit can be used anywhere I operate for purchasing premades + ychs or ordering customs + commissions, though my art / design terms still apply. It can be redeemed at any time. If you'd like to transfer it to someone else as a trade, gift, etc, you'll have to ask me first.

= The raffle will be hosted within 1-3 months after the discovery of Logan's whereabouts. More specific details about the way the raffle will run will be provided when the time comes, but you're free to ask any questions in the meantime.

Edits

6.3.23 - three contributions from Averice in our Discord server were added! They found a sketch page that had previously disappeared, the DA post of the PureSpirit art, and pointed out that the Frirro fullbody was done in 2018, so the trade must've happened in '18 rather than '17.

6.4.23 - I uncovered the DA post of Frirro's fullbody, as well as a new art piece we didn't have! I also added another former username.

6.6.23 - removed Sadist(ic)Blues from the username pool! Not too sure if that really was one of keys' users after discovering some username history.

NOTE - I don't own this OC, the adoptable etc. tags are only to reach a relevant wider group! I'm not trying to sell them lol

#furry #wc #feral #feline #felidae #animal #cat #adopt #adopts #adoptable #adoptables #warriors #warrior cats #designs #white whale #seeking

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simpingandprocrastinating · 1 year

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𝙀𝙌𝙐𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙈𝙄𝙏𝙔 - 𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘐𝘟𝘛𝘌𝘌𝘕

𝟭𝟲| 𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗦

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Maria watched her comrades get ready to head to Ehrmich District. Not only did they wait till the last minute to tell her about the capture of Annie Leonhart and the titan in the wall, but they'd also discovered the Order of the Walls held an alarming secret. So naturally, when Jean rushed back to tell her about the breach in Wall Rose, she wanted to join them, being done with not being able to do anything.

Although she had seen it coming, she wasn't allowed to come with them. Her talk with Erwin had resulted in more emotional damage than she could carry at this moment.

"Maria." "Erwin..." The blond male gave her a reserved smile. "I see you're doing well." "Okay, cut it out alright."

Surprised at Maria's sudden outburst, the commander stared at his friend. "We haven't had the chance to talk this over, but now you've called for me, this is the perfect moment for you to tell me why." Erwin let out a small sigh, knowing what she meant.

"Erwin, I know you're a busy man, but would it have killed you to come and speak to me in person?" The pain in her voice made Erwin falter a bit. He crouched down and placed his big calloused hand on her right knee. "We're friends, right?"

"Yes, of course." He hummed watching her face carefully. "Then why would you send Levi to make me retire. You know I can't go back to live in Trost District."

"You don't have to go back to Trost if you don't want to." Maria scoffed, turning her head to look away. "I don't want to leave and retire. All I want is to get back on my feet as soon as possible, and you know that. That's the only reason I would ever get back there."

"In these years I've come to know you, you've shown more determination and strength than many cadets in my division-"

"Then why would you quit on me now!" Erwin frowned and got up to look down at her again. He was a tall man, and now that he towered over her it made her feel especially small. He had an answer for that, and it was the same as he had told Levi before. Erwin's blue eyes darted to the ceiling as he threw his head back a little, a sigh escaping his thin lips. There was no way of telling her off in a manner that wouldn't hurt her.

Whatever he would tell her, Maria was already mad at him. It was very uncommon for her to act this way, but the last few weeks had been hard and the wall she had built seemed to slowly crumble down.

Armin could hear her frustrated cries outside the room. He had been told to wait and take Maria back when she was done talking to the commander.

"Armin." The blond boy turned to look at where the voice had come from. "Captain Levi." The raven-haired man stopped before him and cast a glance at the door.

"Is Maria in there?" "Yeah-" Armin was interrupted by Maria's angry shouting: "Erwin! You selfish prick!"

The blond teen's eyes widened in shock. 'Did she just call the commander a selfish prick?' Levi on the other hand wasn't all that surprised. Her pent-up emotions were bound to come out at some point, and Erwin was just unlucky to become the scapegoat.

What both of them didn't expect was the hard thud and a loud groan that followed. Armin's hand flew to the door handle - ready to check up on the two - but was stopped by Levi who had taken ahold of his wrist. "Don't."

In the reaction to her anger, Maria had thrown a book - that had been laying next to her on the coffee table - at the blond commander's head. He did not speak, being fully aware he'd hurt her with his words before she'd thrown the book.

"How could you say something like that... Well, I guess you do have a way with words, now don't you?" Maria's voice cracked. Erwin rubbed his forehead, reflecting his words. He had depicted her as worthless and a burden to Levi's squad and the rest of the Corps.

The woman refused to let out her tears even though she felt miserable. She had broken down too many times these past few weeks, already feeling like she was placing her burden on everyone else. Now she'd heard Erwin's words, and she couldn't help but feel pathetic. Losing a limb was one thing, but losing her squad had also taken a huge toll on her mentally. The nightmares, about how she wasn't able to save them. She felt guilty for being alive, while Petra, Oruo, Eld, and Gunther were dead.

"Let me come with you..." She still tried to reason, even though it was clear Erwin wouldn't let her.

"Maria." Maria refused to look at him. "You're not going and that's final."

After that, Maria couldn't help but feel left out. Still, she had pushed her feelings away again for the time being. She could sulk as much as she wanted to when her friends had left.

"Lieutena- I mean, Maria..." Maria turned her head to look at a certain brown-haired teen and forced a smile. "Oh Eren, how are you?"

The boy had an awkward expression on his face when he halted to stand next to her. His eyes darted back and forth between the cart and his friends - who had followed closely behind - but couldn't bring himself to look in her doe-eyes.

"I'm alright," He began, as something in his eyes seemed to shift, although Maria couldn't fully see his face, due to the weird angle her wheelchair was placed in.

Regret. It was all over his face, displaying it like an open book. He hadn't come to visit the honey-blonde after she'd awoken and now he felt guilty. Even after they'd departed from Calaneth, he hadn't had the guts to speak to her.

To his dismay, the honey-blonde did nothing but smile now he stood there next to her. She was in a wheelchair for Christ's sake... He didn't understand this woman at all, and couldn't help but think how different she was compared to the other Captains. Then again, Maria wasn't a Captain but a Lieutenant.

"I came to formally apologize..." Eren took a step forward to finally look her in the eyes. Maria frowned as she heard Jean scoff from behind her.

"Apologize for what?"

"I- I thought you died... I didn't even bother to look back... If the Captain hadn't found you, you woul-" "Eren." She paused the young teen to quit his rambling. "It's not your fault," Maria spoke as she took notice of the frustration on his face. Yeah, she could understand him completely for she felt the same way.

"Besides, I will be up and running in no time. Right Jean?" Jean let out a sound of agreement and then sighed. Although he had a feeling things wouldn't go as smooth as she'd let through, Eren bought her lie. Yet, Armin didn't. Even if she would recover and Hanji's prosthetic would work, he doubted if the commander would let her.

He remembered Captain Levi's words when he was about to burst into Erwin's room.

"Don't." Armin frowned. "But sir," "She's frustrated and needs to let it out. Erwin knows how to handle the situation. Hanji and I promised to help her, so don't." Levi loosened the grip on his wrist and let his arm fall back to his side.

"I know you mean well, but interfering now will only make it worse."

Despite that, Armin trusted the Captain and his judgment.

"Be safe, all four of you." Maria began. "I won't accept any limb loss." She tried to joke although it sounded a bit painful to all of them. "Yes, mom." Jean awkwardly laughed and quickly placed a feather-light kiss on her forehead. With that, he sped off to get his horse. Maria gasped, not exactly expecting the reaction from the teen.

"Did he just..." Eren let out a sound of revulsion. "Alright time to go," Mikasa spoke and dragged Eren away with a small smile on her lips. Armin chuckled and bid her goodbye before following his two friends.

Maria mustered up a smile as Levi walked up to her. He did not speak but wiped her forehead with his sleeve instead. "What are you doing?"

"That was disgusting..." He muttered. "What?" She laughed while she tried to whisk away his hand. "I think it's adorable." Levi scoffed in response. "That wasn't even necessary..." He breathed out.

"Levi!" Hanji finally came rushing back to them from god knows where. "Four-eyes, you're late. Get moving." "Uh, right! Sorry! And our guest?" "He's been ready to go for a while."

Maria suddenly felt her wheelchair start moving forward. The honey-blonde threw her head back to lock her eyes on Levi's face. Only he wasn't looking back at her as he pushed her closer to the cart.

"Levi, what are you doing?" She whispered. "I'll only be in the way..."

But, the raven-haired man did not answer her, much to her frustration. Just when she was about to scold Levi for not listening to her, Hanji stopped in front of her.

"Alright, sorry to keep you all waiting. Took longer to prepare than I thought. Let's get moving. Somebody help Maria in the carriage," Maria was about to open her mouth in protest when a hand was brought down on her lips. "And do it quietly. We don't want the commander to notice." Hanji winked at the honey-blonde.

Maria pried the hand from her mouth and gave Levi a bewildered look. "Oi, don't look at me like that. This is what you wanted right?" Levi finally spoke. "I'll only be a burden..."

The three teens looked at Hanji with a confused look on their faces, but not only for this reason. On the side stood Pastor Nick, who hadn't spoken a word since they'd arrived.

Mikasa was the first to take action and lifted the small woman on her own without effort. "Mikasa!" The honey-blonde shrieked as she clamped herself down onto the girl's shoulders while she put Maria down on the far side of the cart.

"Thank you, Mikasa." Hanji approvingly hummed at the girl's strength.

Pastor Nick had been watching the scene unfold as he raked his eyes over Maria's leg, only for Levi to take notice.

"Yes, take a good look pig. That's what those walls are meant for; to protect you from these kinds of things happening,"

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wingsyliveblogs · 2 years

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I like how Luz's adventure in the library led to a positive net outcome for both sides. Luz learned to see Amity as a troubled and hardworking witch who tried hard to be the best and secretly has some hobbies in common with her, and Amity's siblings learned they needed to tone it down a notch with the various pranks they were pulling, apparently unaware of the full ramifications they'd have upon their baby sister until she almost got stitched as a indirect result.

1. Yeah, things did work out pretty well for everyone involved in the end! Amity was definitely the one who had the roughest time in Episode 7, but even she got her siblings to realise they'd gone too far, not to mention she had the chance to connect with a fellow Azura fan and was even able to read the elusive Book 5 of the series. (Knowing how random the leaks between the two worlds are implied to be, who knows how long it would've taken her to get ahold of the book otherwise..?)

2-3. These are some interesting points! Seeing how Amity implied that her siblings accompanying her places was unusual for them, it definitely does seem like they haven't really spent much time together for a while, which allowed tensions to fester until Episode 7 happened.

The twins clearly hang out together all the time, so they probably understand each other much better than either of them understands Amity. It must be fairly easy for them to miss cues that she's genuinely hurt by something. Even back in Episode 7, all she said about their plan to steal the diary was "you two are the worst", which could easily be brushed off as a normal sibling thing to say (because honestly, it is). It took concrete evidence that their actions could've had severe consequences to get them to understand.

Again, I'm still quite curious about what actually went down when Amity confronted them about what happened. They left the library completely oblivious to anything that happened after their departure, but I imagine it didn't stay that way for long once Amity found them. I wonder if telling them about the near-stitching experience was all Amity did... it's possible she opened up a little bit to them about how upset she was feeling, too. Who knows?

4. Oooh, that's an interesting thought: Luz being hesitant to admit she hasn't learned more spells not just because she's worried about what the others will think about her, but because Amity's grown a bit in her own way since they last met, while Luz hasn't really changed much.

I think the situation here is a little bit different from Episode 5, though; Luz had to show Amity the effort she was putting in back then to get through to her at all. But now that Amity knows the extent of what Luz can do with magic, there's always the possibility that Luz admitting that she hasn't learned any more spells since then could have the opposite effect of convincing Amity that she isn't really taking her training seriously.

Amity values hard work, and both she and her siblings come across as a bit judgmental at times, so I still feel that this could have been a factor in Luz's hesitance to admit that she hasn't learned more than one spell yet. (And it's ironic that those very worries led her to try and cheat her way to learning her second spell, rather than putting in the effort to do it the right way. But she figured it out in the end!)

5. Context.

Aha, that's a good one!

technically you're sort of cheating since you have absolutely watched the show but I do not care because that's really funny

6. Ah, good point! Luz may get Amity into some sort of trouble nearly every time they meet, but all that trouble is turning out to be pretty beneficial for her in the long run. She'd probably prefer it if her siblings weren't put in danger in the first place, but she did end up getting a huge confidence boost out of casting the fireball spell without the wand - something that she might never have achieved if she weren't indirectly pushed into trying it as a result of Luz's actions.

Plus, I doubt that the Amity of Episode 3 would have agreed to start a book club, much less been willing to express her underlying concern that a friend would get hurt while insisting that they stay out of a fight, even though she was angry at them. Luz really has gotten her to open up a lot in a very short amount of time.

7. Oh... I'm always down for some parallels, and these are great. While I did pick up on some of the interesting parallels and contrasts between Luz and Amity's individual arcs throughout the episode as they each learned a new spell (Luz learning to slow down with her ice spell, Amity learning to take risks with her fire spell), that's a really cool point about how they bought each other time to get that development, and how Eda and the twins played similar roles as mentors! Good thoughts all around.

#wingsy liveblogs #ask #wingsy watches owl house #owls ep 12 #thanks for the ask!#the more I think about it the more I think that no one else could really get through to Amity quite the way Luz has #with how open and genuine she is but also a bit pushy and impulsive #which makes it harder for Amity to keep her at arm's length as I feel she does with pretty much everyone else #their dynamic is just really good and I'm very much looking forward to seeing how it develops from here #I know where they're going to end up but how're they going to GET there..?

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musicshylover · 3 years

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Back to you

Pairing:Jason DiLaurentis x OC

Genre: Angst to fluff

Summary: When two person are meant to be together, no matter how far they drift apart, they will always find their way back to each other.

Note: I will be using the same OC (Ami) as it is easier for me to write but feel free to change the name if you like. This story is not connected to the previous few parts. Hope you enjoy the story! Don't be shy to leave a comment!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the images and the pretty little liars characters or the storylines. They belong to Marlene King and Sara Shepard.

Third Person's POV

Ami was sitting in her bedroom looking through a photo album that consists of photos of her since young. She felt nostalgic looking through the photos and a smile made its way up her face as she looked at the photos of her and her friends. The girls and her have been through a lot together and from the very bottom of her heart, she felt grateful to have them.

They were finally free from A and all preparing for their next step in life. Some of them were leaving Rosewood. She felt sad saying goodbye to them, but she knew this departure is only temporary.

Ami was also planning to leave Rosewood to a place near the college she will be attending, but before that she wanted to spend a little more time with her family. And it was not easy leaving the town she grew up in.

As Ami flipped yet another page of the album, one of the photo immediately caught her eyes. It was a photo of her and Jason. They were smiling happily at the camera and Jason had his arm wrapped around Ami's shoulder.

Ami looked at the photo sadly as she gently slide her finger on the boy in the picture. The boy was also another reason she wanted to stay a little longer in Rosewood.

Jason and her had a history together. They had started dating even before Ali disappeared and got back together when Jason got back to Rosewood. However, they broke up again later on.

Ami was the one that ended things with him, leaving him confused and upset.

The reason being was to protect him. A had threatened her countless times that they will hurt him and she was scared that being with him will cause his life to be at risk.

At first, she wanted to believe A was just having fun threatening her but when the elevator incident happened and Jason almost lost his life, she freaked out. She didn't want to know what else A would do so she pushed Jason away to keep him safe.

Now that A was locked up and couldn't do any more harm to them, they could get back together again. But Ami felt that she didn't deserve him after hurting him, so she didn't tell him that she still loved him.

She looked at the boy in the picture as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'm sorry." She said as if the boy could hear her.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the doorbell rang. She quickly wiped her tears and went to get the door.

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As Ami opened the door, she was surprised to see an anxious-looking Alison standing there. "What's wrong, Ali?"

Alison furrowed her eyebrows as she asked the girl, "Did Jason came over or called you?"

Ami shook her head as she also start to feel anxious. "What happened?"

Ali looked at her for a moment before she told her, "I haven't been able to get ahold of him since this morning. I have called him several times but there's no answer and I asked some of his friends if they had seen him but none of them seem to know where he is. I'm worried as you know he hasn't being doing well since finding out about Charles's identity. You were my last hope because I do not know where else he could be."

Ami was getting very worried and wanted to help find the boy. She quickly told Alison that she will help to find him and quickly went to grab her things.

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Ami walked around the town as she searched for the boy. She had been to a few places that she knew that Jason often goes to, such as the basketball court, the Brew and some of the places Jason had brought her to when they go on dates but there was no sign of him in any of those places.

She was starting to panic as it had been hours and she still have not been able to get hold of him. 'Where could he be?' Ami thought as she furrowed her eyebrows.

Suddenly, a thought flash through her mind.

There was a place she hadn't searched yet. A place that they had been to together countless of times. It was a place she had told Jason she loved as the view there was beautiful. The lights at night was pretty and they could get a clear view of a lake from the bench. They would often go there and enjoy the scenery together.

She wasn't sure if he would be there but it was worth the try.

When she arrived at the scene, she spotted the familiar figure sitting on the bench. She was relieved to finally find him and quickly texted Alison and told her she will bring him home.

As she got closer to the boy, she saw that he was gulping down the contents from a bottle of alcohol. The amount of bottles beside the boy was enough to tell her, he had been drinking the whole day.

She frowned as she quickly walked up to him and took the bottle away from him.

Jason was surprised when the bottle was taken. He turned his head and when he saw Ami, he furrowed his eyebrows. "Why are you here?"

"Ali couldn't find you so she came to find me and ask if I know where you are." Ami replied as her eyes were filled with sadness seeing the boy in this state.

"Tell her I'm fine." Jason said as he looked away from her.

"You are fine? If you are really fine, why are you drinking so much? If you are really fine, why would you disappear and not want others to find you?"

"I said I'm fine! I'm right here in front of your eyes now isn't it? So you can go already!" Jason yelled as he was clearly affected by the alcohol he had consumed.

"I'm not leaving. Jason, I know you are upset. You are just using the alcohol to drink away your sorrow. I care about you Jason so please I hate to see you like this." Ami pleaded as she refuses to leave the boy alone.

Jason was quiet for a moment before he laughed lowly. Ami was confused by his reaction. But his next action broke her heart even more.

"I'm so pathetic. Never living up to my parents' expectations, disappointing everyone and now when I'm in this state, my ex-girlfriend had to come here to comfort me." Jason mocked himself.

"Don't say that about yourself! Please, Jason just talk to me!" Ami frowned as she hates seeing the boy in this state.

"My whole life is a joke! Everything have been a big fat lie!" Jason stated as he shook his head.

Ami could see the sadness in the boy's eyes. She listened attentively as Jason continued. "Everyone ended up leaving me. Nobody needs me here. I am so unloved. My mum is not here anymore. My dad and Ali doesn't need me. Cece the girl I used to date, turns out to be only someone using me to get close to our family. I..."

Before Jason could continue his sentence, Ami cut him off. "That's not true. Ali and Spencer cares about you! So do I!"

Jason scoffed as he stood up from his place and glared at the girl, "You also left didn't you!"

Ami looked down feeling guilty. She didn't know how to undo the hurt she had caused him or to help him feel better.

"I don't need your pity, it will just make me feel more pathetic! Give me back my alcohol!" Jason yelled at her as he tried to grab the bottle from the girl's hand.

Ami pulled the bottle away from him and as he tried to reach the bottle, he missed a step and fell into the water.

Ami's eyes widened and she quickly took off her shoes to help the boy up. The water was shallow but she was scared he had hurt himself from the fall.

As Ami tried to help him up, he pushed her away and stood up by himself. "Leave me alone! I don't need any of your concern or pity."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she couldn't control herself anymore seeing the boy hurting so badly. She moved forward and wrapped her arms around him.

She sobbed as she laid her head on his chest. "You are not pathetic or a disappointment. You have always been my Jason! My Jason that I love so much and feel so proud of! He have worked so hard to get his parent's approval and to get into Ivy League School. He helped youth with substance abuse and he cares about his sisters. He was always the loving and dependent boyfriend I love so much! So please, stop saying those things about yourself! Leave the past behind and step forward! Let's stand up together again! I promise I will always be with you down this path okay? "

Jason pulled away from the hug as he looked at the girl. "Really?"

Ami nodded as she replied, "Really! I will not leave you again!"

A few drops of tears rolled down Jason's cheek as he pulled the girl back into another hug.

The couple stood in the embrace as occasional sniffing could be heard from the both of them.

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The next day, Jason woke up in his room with a throbbing headache. As he stood up from his bed, memories from last night came flooding back into his head.

As if on cure, the girl he was thinking about, walked into the room. She was holding the pills for his hangover and a glass of water. He thanked the girl as she handed them to him.

After he swallowed the pills, he looked at Ami."Was what you said yesterday true?"

Ami nodded as she sat down beside him, confirming his answer.

Jason smiled softly as he held the girl's hand. He was happy that Ami was back in his life but he couldn't help but wonder why she broke up with him in the first place.

As if Ami had read his mind, she replied to the question he had in mind. "I'm sorry Jason for hurting you. I thought I was protecting you but now I realise I had hurt you the most."

"Protecting me?" Jason asked, confused by what Ami had said.

"A had threatened me countless of times that they were gonna hurt you and I was scared. I couldn't forgive myself if I was the reason you got hurt. When you got hurt in that elevator, I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to lose you so I figured the only way to protect you was to keep you away from me."

It clicked in Jason's head the real reason why she broke up with him. He felt angry that she had made the decision for him by herself but at the same time he could understand why she did it. He knew that she really loves him to have made up this decision.

He wasn't angry with her but her decided to teased her a little bit.

He purposely sighed loudly and turned his head away from her as he removed his hand from the girl's hand.

Ami panicked, thinking he was mad at her. "Look Jason, I'm really sorry..."

Before she could continue, Jason laughed and pulled her into a tight hug. "I will never ever let you leave me again!"

Ami smiled, "Neither do I want to!"

After the couple got back together again, they started living together and promised to never leave each other again.

#jason dilaurentis oneshot #jason dilaurentis x oc #jason dilaurentis imagines #jason dilaurentis #pll imagine #pretty little liars imagines #pretty little liars #pll #fanfic #imagines #alison dilaurentis

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lovelywingsart · 3 years

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Metallic (18+)

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

Oh lord here we go- Ok, first off, y'all get a small paragraph beforehand, please forgive me. :'D I've... never posted smut THIS PUBLICLY before. This is admittedly incredibly nerve-wracking and I'm hella nervous because I feel like I write... 'conservatively'? You'll see what I mean. So... Please go easy on me for this one...? I'm great for sweet stuff and angst, but smut is a whole other beast despite NSFW being one of my favorite art forms when drawing. I mean, I've already made a few *spicy* art pieces for them, but just... Writing is difficult. I mean, I really hope you guys like it anyway!! But fair warning. THIS is new for me. QuQ I do have a few more smut pieces in the works, but this was the first one written.

So uh... on to the story, I guess...!

**Small reminder that I have a small 'Masterlist' for these!**

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*Warning?: Hella smut, lots of biting, choking and kisses, some blood from said biting, just rough sex in general? Normal, to rough, to fluff. not entirely sure what else to add?? :'D It's all consensual, no worries.

Summary: With some high tensions, a smart mouth, and some unfortunate forgetfulness, Emelia gets herself into a bit of... 'trouble' with the notorious Metal Man. But maybe this time she bit off a bit more than she could chew... Not that she really ends up minding.

A pair of footsteps echoed through the underground tunnels of the factory, almost mimicking the constant sounds of pickaxes being dug into the stone. The walking man looked around every once in a while, seemingly proud of whatever progress had been made.

"All is going well. Good, good." He said proudly, puffing on the cigar he held between his fingers. The woman next to him rolled her eye. The small lights of the tunnels glinted in the glasses he wore as he turned his head to glance at her. "Is there a problem?" He chuckled.

"If by 'well' you mean 'excruciatingly slow by dimwitted slaves', then yes."

"Would you like to join them then, Emmy?"

"Bloody hell, no. I'm still sore from lugging those damned carts around..." Emelia mumbled, reaching to rub behind her neck. The man next to her chuckled again, handing over his cigar. He stepped forward slightly as she took it, holding out his free arm.

"And yet you're still walking!" He chimed, looking back at her as she puffed on the cigar, herself. "We'll change that soon enough."

"I'm not working myself to death, Heisenberg." She huffed, picking up speed and shoving the cigar back into his face. "While factory productions are important to me too, perhaps learn the definition of a 'break', and not as in 'break my back'."

Karl took the cigar with amusement as she walked forward ahead, clearly heading back to the main building.

"First you tell me to work harder, then you say not at all." He mused, following closely. "Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I can do what I want?"

"And yet, what you want is what affects YOUR factory in the long run... Timing, Karl."

"You act as if you know more about MY factory than I do."

"And what do you know?"

"Everything."

"Good, then you know I'm heading upstairs to rest for a moment."

"I assumed so."

The two wandered along the corridors to a hall with stairs leading to a metal door, sharing the cigar before she went forward and kicked the door open, snorting as she heard an irritated grunt behind her.

"If you break that, you're fixing it." He muttered, setting his hammer down to the side as he took the cigar from her. She snorted, tossing her own weapon to the side, watching it land on a pile of fabrics used for either covering machinery or covering herself when she slept, whichever happened to come first.

"You say that as if it would be difficult." She retorted, taking her hair out of the tie it was in and running her hand through it before stretching slightly as he walked past her to sit in a chair next to a desk in the room they were in. It was similar to a bedroom, but not quite. 'More like an office with a small bed' , she always said, occasionally taking residence on said 'bed' when she was tired. She felt Heisenbergs eyes on her as her muscles stretched and popped, and she let out a satisfied groan.

"It wouldn't be, but you'll have to make a new one from scratch." He said, arching a brow as he leaned back in the chair. She rolled her eye, moving to stretch her arms in front of her.

"Again, not hard." She shrugged, finally moving towards the desk he was next to. "Making a door takes less brains than you already have."

"Are you calling me an idiot?"

"I'm not calling you a genius."

She almost laughed as she saw him pause before taking a long drag on the cigar.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear you say that." He sighed. She shrugged, leaning over the table and looking over the papers that had been laying on it.

"It's a joke, Heisenberg. I'll admit you're more intelligent than you let on." She said, moving the papers and other objects slightly while looking at them. She then paused as she held them, her eye going over the plans, x-rays, and sketches. "Did you leave out the other Soldat plans?"

"They're in with the cadou notes. I thought you would have seen them." He said simply, reaching for a manila folder on the corner of the table. He put the cigar in his mouth as he opened it and flipped through with a huff. "The new ones haven't been functioning properly, damn things... I'm thinking of rewiring the circuits to the brain.".

"Wouldn't that cause more damage than good?"

"Not if it's done properly." He chewed on the cigar for a moment before flipping over one of the papers. "The worst that could happen is the head exploding from the current. In that case-"

"Lycan food?" She suggested. He nodded in agreement.

"Lycan food. They're mostly useless to me otherwise..."

"As are most things..." she muttered, earning a glance. She looked back at him. "What? Am I wrong?"

"Not necessarily. Others do still have use."

"How?" She asked, turning to face him. "No head means no use."

He shrugged, tossing the folder back onto the table before leaning back in the chair.

"Replace certain muscle tissue and bones with pneumatic or hydraulic systems, whichever proves to be less of a pain in the ass that day, hot wire circuits to the remaining muscle structures, add an engine system into the chest with a strong battery..." he tilted his head slightly, almost as if he were picturing the plans in his head, thinking of more details as he went along. "They would quite literally be mindless, but a few shocks and currents would make them go just fine."

"Sounds a bit like you..." Emelia snorted, turning back to the table to organize the papers as he glared at her. "Shall I pick a few poor sods from the village to test this?"

"Or I could just use you..." he muttered.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Keep making your ass-backwards comments and see what happens." He shot back, finally pushing himself up to stand. "Yes, I'd like you to do that. Fresh bodies work best for the experiments. I'll send out the Lycans as well, given they don't tear them apart."

"That wouldn't matter anyway, Karl. You'll just stitch them back up like you always do."

"I could, couldn't I?" He started, taking a step closer to stand next to her with a sinister smile. "Or I could make YOU do it. You seem to have fun with tearing things apart and putting them back together-"

"I'm NOT sewing your bloody creations together." She interrupted. "I'll kill them and I'll tear them to shreds, or I'll assist with the inner workings of the mechanics. I don't sew."

"You'll learn."

"Like hell I will."

"I'll make you."

"Bullocks."

"Keep talking, Emelia." He dared, his voice lowering in a threatening manor. "I'm not in the mood."

"You were before we got here." She challenged. She only held her breath as he suddenly snuffed out the cigar on the table itself while his eyes seemed to stare directly through her.

"That's what happens when you keep insulting me, Emmy. I start to get angry. You know that."

She felt a chill down her spine at his voice. It was different from any other time she had aggravated him... It was as if she were in actual danger. His face was only inches away from hers, and he smirked once he noticed her hesitation.

"Scared, Emelia?"

She kept her eye on him, watching his movements carefully. No, No she wasn't in danger... Maybe.

"No." She replied, lifting her chin slightly as he arched a brow.

"Oh?"

"What is it you say to me...? I'm 'in a mood'...? Because I believe you're currently in one, yourself." She asked, finally moving forward and brushing past him in a nonchalant manor despite being somewhat stiff in her movements. "Drink some coffee and throw a few things around with that power of yours, you'll be fine."

She felt his eyes on her as she neared a cushioned chair against the wall.

"I'll throw YOU around..." He growled, taking amusement in her body slowing down as he spoke. He walked towards her as she turned to face him. "See how that pretty mouth works after your head goes through a wall."

"You forget I've stopped your hammer with my arm." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest before smirking. "You smashing my head through a wall would be as effective as Sturm trying to hold something with his nubs."

"You don't seem to understand what I can do to you, Emelia."

"And you don't seem to understand the amount of fucks I don't give, Karl."

His arm twitched slightly, and she glanced over as metal pieces on the floor began to shake just slightly. She just hoped he wouldn't direct his power towards her...

"If you would like to play, I'll GLADLY entertain you."

She suddenly got in his face, a mischievous, antagonistic spark in the gold of her eye.

"Entertain me HOW? Throw me to the Lycans? The Varcolacs? Hell, let Urias get ahold of me, see what happens."

He bared his teeth in a snarl, though the corners of his mouth stayed in a malicious grin.

"I'll turn YOU into a goddamn Soldat, you'll be so full of metal you won't be able to FUNCTION without me-"

"I'm more afraid of your SISTER than I am you!"

Her smirk widened as she saw a sudden spark of anger in his face, his smile faltering.

"Don't you dare attempt to bring that bitch into this, I'll put my hammer straight into your skull-"

"TRY ME, THEN-" She started, only to give a yelping gasp in surprise as Heisenberg slammed her against the wall by her throat.

"Shut your damn hole!!!-" He snarled. His grip was tight, but he seemed to stop once he glanced at her open mouth. All of a sudden the air around them changed, and she stared at him with confusion in her one golden eye. "Oh, Emmy, you didn't tell me!" He said with a sudden cheerful tone, moving his hand from her throat to her jaw. He switched so quickly...

"Wh-" she began, only to stop as her jaw was yanked open. She was confused until she saw the reflection of her tongue piercing in his glasses.

Shit.

"Well well, I guess you've got some metal in you after all. I won't have to try as hard..." He chuckled, tilting his head as she stared at her own reflection. "What else are you hiding from me, Emmy?"

Her eye was wide in simultaneous fear and curiosity. She knew she couldn't have hidden the piercings forever, but certainly longer than this. She usually at least took the one out of her mouth when around him given how often they talked for this reason... But even then, he had never noticed it before. Why now?! She kicked herself for forgetting. She wanted to shove him away... Shove him and run. Would he chase her? He was most definitely trying to scare her, she knew that much... But she also wanted to know how far he would actually go if she did nothing. Would he rip them out if he found the others? Use them as control like he mentioned? Or would he leave her alone? Something told her the latter was out of the question as he showed growing interest in her silence.

"N-.... Nothing..." she managed, nudging her jaw out of his grip. "I just-"

"You're a liar, Emelia." He said, his grin growing wider. She gave a huff and shook her head.

"I am not, you ridiculous-"

She was stopped with a startled gasp as a gloved thumb was shoved between her jaws, nearly propping her mouth open.

"Now now, this'll go far easier if you do it my way. Now open up."

He lifted his other hand to his face, taking a finger of the glove between his teeth and sliding it off. The glove fell to the ground between them, and she watched as he reached for her face with his bare hand. She flinched slightly as his fingers pressed against her lower jaw, though admittedly relaxed as his thumb drifted over her bottom lip. The skin was expectantly rough, she found, calloused and covered in smaller scars. She closed her eye as it drifted over her sharp lower teeth before thrusting over her tongue, pushing it back and causing a small gaging reflex. It tasted... metallic... Metallic with hints of other things. Not quite metal, not quite blood... Maybe residual oil? Maybe a hint of the cigars. She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but the mixture wasn't bad... She really didn't mind much. She could almost feel the interested look on his face as she relaxed, though she attempted to hide it. Oh god, was she enjoying this...? She only flinched as he pressed his thumb against the muscle, pushing it out of her mouth somewhat to see the piercing fully.

"Let's see how much you're hiding from me, shall we?" He grinned.

There was a moment of confused silence before she felt his thumb press against the metal rod, her eye snapping open with a gasping yelp as what felt like electric sparks and currents traveled through that piercing, as well as the others.

All the others.

The sparks lasted only a second, but a second was all that was needed as her back arched slightly away from the wall. Heisenberg took a step back in surprise as Emelia suddenly collapsed to her knees, shaking and panting ever so slightly out of shock and... something else. She doubled over with a wide eye, an arm covering her chest and the other pressed against her abdomen and ever tightening thighs. What the hell WAS that...?! What the fuck did he do?!

"W-.... Wh-...." she tried, trying to voice her thoughts. But alas, despite the tingling feeling up her spine disappearing, she couldn't. She couldn't even move as she heard movement directly in front of her, the shock of the feeling only allowing her to look up as he grabbed her chin and lifted her face to meet his. She watched as he kneeled, only to look up and see the most smug grin she had ever seen.

"Liar liar, Emmy... You know how I hate liars." He chimed, adding to the smug aura he held. It pissed her off, but she couldn't do much about it now... She then grew nervous as he tilted his head, taking in her reaction fully as she stared at him with an ever-deepening red blush on her cheeks. "If I was more foolish, I'd say you enjoyed that."

"I-I... D-did NOT...!!" She snapped, stopping with a small squeak as he shoved his thumb back into her mouth to silence her.

He was met with another squealing whine as he pressed against the piercing once more, gleefully sending more currents through the metal pieces in her body. Emelia reached up to shakily grab his arm as the piercing was left alone once more, though the residual shock still remained. She wanted to say something... Say ANYTHING... but the feeling in her face, chest and thighs was so odd and... and good... It kept her silent, and Heisenberg took interest.

"Lycan got your tongue?" He joked, chuckling as she let out a growl. He found it amusing, of course. She only frowned as he tilted his head with the ever present smirk, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light of the room. "You know, Emmy..." he started, yanking her forward by the jaw slightly as she kept her hold on his arm. "I can't help but wonder how it tastes."

She felt another shiver down her spine at the sickeningly curious tone in his voice. Taste... Taste?? She stared at him as he removed his thumb from her mouth, though nearly started to form words immediately in stupid curiosity. The answer came to her quickly, however, in the form of a hand around her neck, a mouth to hers, and being shoved against the wall once more. She made an almost strangled noise as her back hit the concrete, her mind attempting to play catch-up as she felt something being shoved into her mouth. More sparks traveled along the piercings as his tongue slid over hers, and she let out a whining growl in response.

The taste of metal and the slightest bit of sweetness filled her mouth, along with the taste of the cigar they had shared only minutes prior. But... Why did it taste so good? Why wasn't she fighting him? She found herself frozen for a few moments as the realization set in that she... truly enjoyed this. He couldn't have known, could he? There was no WAY he could have known... Oh god, what was wrong with her? She generally wanted to strangle the man, but now...

She allowed the frustration from earlier to bubble in her chest, giving her control of her limbs for a few moments. Heisenberg began to back off, thoroughly satisfied in her reactions and his 'taste test' before she suddenly grabbed the front of his jacket and yanked him back against her, giving a quiet grunt as her back was forced against the wall again with his weight. He was brought to his knees at the force of the tug, and it was her turn to feel satisfaction as a startled grunt left this throat.

Emelia returned the forceful kiss with all her strength, her back arching somewhat with the now consistent current from the piercings. Her legs shook slightly as she felt a warm feeling in her thighs from the current, unintentionally letting out quiet whimpers and heavy breaths into the kiss. His hand stayed pressed to her throat before he moved it to the side of her neck and shoved her head upwards with his thumb. He tore himself away to attack her neck immediately, licking along the skin before closing his jaws around it. She gasped as he moved along her neck, leaving bloody bites and bruises while using his free hand to nearly rip at her shirt. The fabric was pulled it from its tucked position, his grip tearing a few holes in the worn fabric as he held it taught away from her skin. She couldn't help it as her heavy breaths turned into pants, and she gripped his arm tighter as she felt the fabric continue to tear from a mixture of his grip and her squirming from the feeling between her legs. She shuddered as he finally pulled away from her now very bruised neck, his lips hovering right against her ear.

"Let me taste all of them, then." He growled, returning his hand to around her neck and squeezing along the bottom of her jaw.

Her squirming paused in his grip. 'Please, oh PLEASE-' she thought, secretly wishing to rip the shirt off, herself. But he couldn't know that... If he did, she knew he'd taunt her mercilessly. Not that he wasn't doing the same now... Instead she shook her head just slightly, trying to even out her breathing.

"W-Wait-" she started quietly, only to gasp once more as he finally tore the front of the shirt clean off from the seams. He tossed the fabric to the side as her back arched to meet the new air her front was exposed to, the newly revealed silver nipple piercings glinting as her body moved.

"Too late." He chuckled deeply, grabbing her by the side and bringing her chest forward as if he were claiming a prize.

He leaned down slightly, his arm wrapping around her as his mouth returned to her skin. He kissed and nipped to her shoulders and collarbone until his lips met the tip of the large scar that rested between her breasts. She swore she could almost see something flicker in his shade-covered eyes as he seemed to study it before nipping at it carefully. The nips were... oddly careful. It was as if he knew what it was... She managed to compose herself enough to speak, one of her hands moving to nudge his shoulder. She couldn't help but give a nervous gulp as he looked up at her, his eyes burning as if her touch had fueled the fire.

"N-... N-Not... um..." she tried, her voice oddly timid. She knew what was happening, though the idea made her nervous... "N-Not... here..."

"Hm?" He tilted his head slightly, loosening his grip on her neck. He then followed her gaze to the small 'bed' in the corner of the room- though it was more like a single mattress over a solid 'frame' with random odd pillows along the wall and multiple covers lumped on top. It was how she liked it.

"Th-There... uh..." she looked away for a moment, heavily aware her burning cheeks. "P-... P-Please..."

She could nearly feel his smile against her skin as he chuckled, though he didn't reply. It was then that she was suddenly picked up with a surprised yelp and tossed over his shoulder, her knees pressing against his sides to balance herself. She managed to hold on long enough before he walked to the 'bed', landing roughly onto it as she was tossed. She nearly scrambled to sit up until she looked up at him, watching him quickly close the space between them, removing his thick jacket and single remaining glove.

"Stay still, Emmy. The show is just getting started." He taunted, unbuttoning the long sleeve shirt he wore before kneeling onto the cushion and looming over her. She couldn't help as her vision traveled down what she could see of his chest, seeing similar scars along his skin.

She opened her mouth to speak, giving a quiet yelp as she was shoved into the sheets by her neck, her legs now situated around his waist. Her back arched as he leaned over, biting at her shoulder and collarbone once more before around one breast and onto the other. She gave a whining gasp as he reached the peak, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin and the small bar of metal pierced through it, his teeth grazing the it ever so slightly. He used his other hand to trail along the scar on her chest and down to her pierced belly, his rough fingers caressing the skin until they pushed underneath the tied overalls. Her legs twitched as his fingers reached the piercing between them, feeling as it was surrounded by a moist warmth. He smirked.

"I knew it." He said, rubbing against the piercing and bundle of nerves with another jolt of electricity before removing his hand. She couldn't help the whine that left her throat as her hips bucked lightly from the feeling, and he chuckled. "Easy..." he muttered, returning the palm of his hand to her stomach and shoving her down.

He dug his fingers into the skin around the belly piercing as she glanced down, and she made another strangled noise as he sent another wide current through her piercings. Her back arched as he pressed harder to keep her down, though she was startled as he suddenly crushed his mouth against hers once more. The small currents pulsed in a slow rhythm as she returned the kiss, her legs shaking and tightening against his hips. She let out a soft cry against his lips as the pulses increased, her grip on his arm tightening and even pulling him closer as the waves of a small orgasm rushed through her in spasms. The feeling was strengthened with the addition of... something pressed to her thighs underneath their clothing. But the waves... The small spasms that affected the muscles of her back and legs... While it hadn't been something she had felt even when human, and while she knew what it was, all she knew was that it felt good. REALLY good...

She could have sworn up and down she hated the man at any point before this, but as he broke the kiss and pulled away to look at her, she couldn't help but feel... want? Desire? Whatever it was, she knew she didn't want it to stop at the moment, and that's all that mattered to her. She still didn't want to give in so easily... But god damn was this feeling hard to fight off.

"D-... D-Damn you..." she nearly whispered, her voice wavering slightly. She was met with an amused chuckle as he removed his glasses and lightly sent them to the table they had been at before.

"Just what I like to hear..." He taunted, removing his hand from her throat. "Tell me, Emmy... Do you want more? Feel free to say nothing if you do."

She stared at him as he gave another sly grin, opening her mouth as if to protest... But she couldn't. Instead, she remained silent, though gave an irritated, embarrassed huff as she glanced off to the side. Her lip curled into a silent snarl as he gave another chuckle.

"I thought as much." He replied, leaning up. His fingers were dragged along her skin as he moved, trailing along other scars that littered her skin.

She glanced down to follow his hands, watching as they trailed over her hips and around to her front where the knot in the tied mechanic suit she wore. With one quick movement it was untied and loosened, and she jumped as everything was suddenly pulled away and off of her hips, sliding down her thighs. She froze at the new rush of cool air surrounding the warmth between her thighs, and suddenly the entirety of the clothing was removed as he seamlessly pulled it away from her legs. Now she was completely bare in front of him... Exposed.

The desire to cover herself was overwhelming as she met his eyes, seeing the smugness and sense of possession he gave as he took in every visible inch of her skin. Her arms and legs twitched in an attempt to cover any vulnerable areas, but she suddenly found her arms pinned next to her head and his hips against the backs of her thighs to keep them open.

"Don't you dare." He grumbled, a smirk still on his face as he glanced down slightly before looking back up at her face. "I haven't tasted everything yet."

"Wh-..." she tried, her legs twitching again.

She was met with another kiss as he leaned down, though it didn't last long. She let out quiet pants as his lips and teeth moved along her jaw to her neck, leaving more bites and bruises among the ones that already stained the skin. Her arms twitched as he reached her breasts again, hit tongue repeating the same actions as before on both piercings before finally returning to the large scar running down her sternum. He planted light kisses and nips along it, earning her confusion as he continuously moved lower. She watched as he nipped along the skin of her stomach, the corner of her mouth twitching as he seemingly, almost playfully, gently bit the piercing in her belly and glanced up at her. She rolled her eye for a moment before he sent another current through the metals, and she let out a soft whimper. It wasn't until he let go and moved to kiss and bite around her hips and thighs that she realized, her head shooting up with slight panic as she felt his lips against the inside of her thigh.

"H-Hey-"

"Quiet Emmy." He purred, the tone of his voice making her freeze. She watched as he kissed the inside of her thigh once more, her head landing back against the cushion with a shuddering gasp as he bit along the sensitive skin. Her hand flew over her mouth as he moved closer to her core, whimpering as she felt his tongue gliding along the skin.

"K-Karl, wait-" she whimpered through her fingers, only to take in a sharp, gasping breath as she finally felt his tongue against her, moving slowly as if savoring her reactions.

She tried closing her legs, though found it nearly impossible due to his hands forcing them to stay where they were. She could almost feel the bruises form where his fingers pressed against the skin, though that feeling was second in her mind compared to the pleasured sparks up her spine with each movement of his tongue. She couldn't help as her hand left the sheets, finding its way to his head as he played with the small piercing through the bundle of nerves, sending small electric pulses through her body once more. She felt the vibration as he chuckled against her, gripping his hair with small gasps and whimpers as his tongue delved into the warmth. Her back arched slightly with each movement, her thighs shaking from the new sensations. Why did it feel so good...?! She let out a long whine as the electric pulses continued, eventually biting down on her hand as to attempt to prevent any further noises. She could feel the tightness return as his teeth grazed against the piercing, and suddenly her hand was gripping his hair in a fist as she came again, a multitude of muffled whines and mutterings of his name escaping her mouth while her back arched. She barely heard the grunt he gave as he was pressed against her, not even realizing as he was able to pull himself away.

She flinched as Heisenberg reached up to grab her wrist, her body shaking slightly as he managed to nudge her hand away. He ran a hand through his hair to smooth it out, rising to loom over her once more as he licked his lips. Where the actual FUCK did he learn that?!

"That hurt, Emmy." He purred, keeping his grip on her wrist as she finally looked at him. Her face was red as she panted, her legs trembling as they rested against his hips once more. "Good girl."

He smirked as she stared up at him, his tongue swiping over his teeth before he leaned over and yanked her other wrist from her mouth, pinning both of them to the cushion beside her head. Her breath caught in her throat at the sudden movement, her eye widening as it met his. There was a moment of silence as they held a stare down, only ending as he shifted her wrists into one hand and used the other to undo the belt and button of his own pants in one swift motion. It took her a moment to register the movement, keeping eye contact once the full realization of just how far- and how fast- this was about to go hit her. She squirmed slightly in his grip as she glanced down, nearly breaking said grip, only to get caught in yet another rough kiss as she felt something warm press against her thighs. She could taste herself on his tongue, and somehow it made her arousal worse...

She let out a whining groan as she was rubbed against, her back arching once more at the new feeling, only to give a surprised and somewhat pained cry against his lips as she felt him enter her quickly and fully with a grunt. She gasped into the kiss as he returned his hand to her neck, her back arching into his chest and her thighs once again tightening around his waist. More of the pleasurable feeling shot up her spine as he moved a few times, pressing against her roughly as she gave small whimpers and whines. It felt... good... so good. Why did it feel good? Why did all of this just feel GOOD? What the hell was she missing from her old life that didn't include THIS?? She couldn't help the small moan she gave as the kiss was broken, and he shoved his hips against hers. He tightened his fingers around the sides of her neck with a sly smirk as he stayed where he was. Although the glint in his eyes may have looked malicious, his actions proved otherwise as he allowed her a few seconds to relax.

"Am I being too rough with you, Emmy?" He asked, his smirk widening into a grin as she mindlessly shook her head, though it was more like a few twitches.

"N-... No... N-Not rough enough..." she growled with a challenging tone, though her voice was still light. She was met with a dangerous chuckle.

"Good."

Emelia glared up at him with a somewhat clouded eye, her breaths coming in light pants that turned into gasps and moans as his movements continued, growing faster and harder with each passing second. She struggled to keep her voice down despite the feeling of each thrust sending sparks into her chest. The sounds of his low grunts and deep breathing weren't helping, she found, and it made it much more difficult to control her own pleasured noises. She was then aware of a low laugh from him.

"Ah... I didn't think... you could sound like THIS, Emmy...~" He purred, his grip on her neck tightening. She opened her mouth, nearly flinching as she let out more soft moans.

"S-... S-Shut...." she tried, though was unable to finish any thought with her gasps and whines.

Her arms struggled in his grip, shaking with each thrust, only to suddenly be freed as he let go in order to take ahold one of her hips. She mindlessly reached for him almost immediately, gripping the edge of his shirt with one hand and grabbing the necklaces around his neck with the other in order to yank him down. She was rewarded with another rough kiss, her head being jerked up as he kept a hand around her throat. She let go of the necklaces, instead reaching under his shirt, her fingers trailing over his own scars until her nails dug into his back. There was an internal satisfaction as she heard Heisenberg give a surprised grunt, only to give a yelping cry as he suddenly pulled away to replace his hand around her neck with his teeth.

Small sparks of pain made their way through her shoulder as his teeth broke the skin, though they seemed to amplify the feeling as the thrusts became rough and quick. She finally reached her other hand around and under the shirt he wore, her nails dragging down the skin of his back as her moans and whines grew louder.

"F-... FuCK...! K-Karl...!!" She said suddenly, her voice cracking somewhat as she was met with a possessive growl and the slight smell of fresh blood as he let go of her neck. She couldn't help but gasp as she felt his cheek against hers, his beard scratching against her skin as his lips nearly against her ear.

"You're MINE, Emelia..." He growled.

Emelia felt as more pulsing currents were sent through her piercings, and she couldn't help but cry out as the pulses caught her by surprise. Her muscles tensed, her nails tearing at Heisenbergs back as she felt the waves of a strong orgasm, making her body shake and her legs flex around his waist. Her thighs tightened at his hips, halting him enough to keep him where he was as she came, but not long enough to stop him entirely. He let out a low growl as he kept up his movements until he slammed against her hard enough to move her up a few inches. She gave a gasping moan as could feel his muscles shudder and a strange warmth in the pit of her stomach as he filled her, and her back arched against his chest as she nearly hugged him to her for dear life.

There was small silence as their movement ceased, each breathing heavily. Emelia held onto the man over her as if it meant life or death, momentarily forgetting her irritation around him in the first place as there was a sudden feel of lips along her neck in a multitude of small kisses. They were gentle against her bruised skin... The odd tickle of the facial hair made the corner of her mouth twitch as she panted, unintentionally laying her head to the side for him as she very slowly but surely relaxed. Her irritation only slightly returned as she heard a chuckle from her neck, and she glanced down.

"Th' bloody hell is so funny...?" She muttered, unable to keep the lightness from her voice. She watched as he looked up from her neck, a sly smile across his still bloody lips.

"You're adorable, Emmy." He said simply, making her groan and start to push him away.

"Piss off...!!" She growled, only to gasp as he suddenly leaned over her with a chuckle, nearly being pushed into the mattress again as he finally slipped off the button-up shirt.

"Precious little doll, you didn't seem to hear what I said."

'Doll' ...? Emelia stared at him, now also shirtless, taking in the rest of the scars she had never seen. She could feel her face heat up more as he leaned over her, holding himself up with his hands on either side of her shoulders.

"Wha-" she started, only to let out a gasping yelp as he gave a single hard thrust to silence her.

"I told you, Emelia. You're mine. In more ways than one, it seems." He nearly purred, leaning down to press his nose to hers.

Her single eye widened as he grinned, only to be met with a quick, relatively gentle kiss. It took a moment for her to calm down before she returned it, staying where she was and secretly holding herself to that proclamation. She didn't want to admit it... She never would. But somehow, despite how he could be, this made her feel... wanted. It was an odd feeling, and one she knew she would be hesitant on getting used to. But she still hated him... Right?

She gave a soft whine as he pulled away, physically removing himself from her with a shuddering breath. She let out a whimper as she relaxed back against the covers, feeling an odd coldness and even a slight sense of loneliness as his weight left the mattress. She opened her eye with confusion and watched as his pants were fixed before her vision trailed up his back to see the bloody scratches she had left.

"Whoops..." she muttered, earning a chuckle and a glance back.

"I'll let you relax for now, Emmy. I don't wanna break you just yet..." He joked, nodding to the shirt he had left. "Use that for now, we'll get you another shirt later."

She couldn't help but smirk, her face red.

"Done already...?" She asked, her smirk faltering heavily as he glanced back with an odd mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Never said I was, Doll. This is for your sake."

Emelia watched as he began to walk to the jacket he had left, but she felt... sad. Not because he had stopped. Not even because she almost wished they would keep going immediately... No, it was another reason she couldn't quite place with every step away he took. She carefully pushed herself to sit up, wincing at the tenderness that settled between her legs before reaching for her discarded jumpsuit. But she only grabbed the simple boxers she had, managing to slip them on with minimal issue. She saw him slow his movements as she managed to stand, her knees just the slightest bit weak. Holding on to a support beam on the wall, she shakily made her way over to him as he glanced at her with an odd curiosity. She didn't care if she was entirely naked save for underwear, simply covering her chest with her arm as she reached for him. She stumbled into his back, feeling his muscles tense as her arms slowly wrapped around his torso, her fingers lightly drifting along the hair and scars on his chest.

"Don't you dare leave me like this, Heisenberg..." she muttered, pressing the scarred half of her face against his back. She knew he could feel her trembling as her legs threatened to collapse on her.

There was a moment of silence before she heard and felt him chuckle.

"You really are an odd one, Emmy..." He chuckled, turning his head to glance at her over his shoulder before giving a dramatic sigh. "Have it your way, then."

Emelia jumped as he suddenly turned in her arms, her cheeks going red as his face was suddenly mere inches away from hers. What was she DOING? Why she acting this way? She didn't know... But she was pleasantly stunned as she felt his hand raise and nudge her chin gently. However, instead of it going around her neck again as she expected, he simply caressed her cheek, avoiding the scars around her missing eye; Even he knew she hated them being touched, and now didn't seem like the best time to annoy her. In fact, he almost enjoyed her more when she was calm like this... She couldn't help but feel relaxed as the rough pad of his thumb brushed over her skin. Relaxed enough to settle her cheek into his hand fully, ever so slightly trying to remind herself that this wasn't who he was all the time. This was temporary... But she could do temporary.

"... Don't tell anyone..." She muttered suddenly, keeping her hold on him as he leaned back against the shelving next to them to stay comfy. He chuckled once more.

"Who do I have to tell, Emmy?" He chimed. She stared at him for a moment before shrugging, laying her head against his chest.

It was a moment of domesticity that she vaguely remembered wanting as human... Something about someone being close physically always seemed tantalizing, yet there was no way to achieve it here... Or so she thought. If she could just have more time like this... Though she knew it wasn't meant to last, especially not with him... But for now, she appreciated it. It wasn't until her senses focused on the machinery noises outside of the room that she gave a sigh, reluctantly pulling away from him.

"I should get back to work, then..." she mumbled, taking a few steps away, her fingers dragging along his chest before she turned, not seeing Heisenbergs face as he watched her walk away and run a hand through her hair to push it out of her face.

She made her way over back to the bed-like cushion, absent-mindedly picking the button-up shirt he had been wearing and slipping it on, herself. She'd take it since he offered, and because she didn't necessarily feel like hunting down new clothing. It was only slightly loose over her frame, being only slightly smaller than him in stature, and she felt his eyes burrow into her back as she buttoned it up. Quiet footsteps approached her from behind, causing her to jump with a small gasp as arms surrounded her while the shirt was only halfway buttoned. Heisenberg pulled her back against his chest, one hand on her hip and the other around the front of her waist.

"What are you-" she started, only to stop as the arm around her waist raised to nudge the collar of the shirt off her shoulder, placing gentle bites and kisses along the skin as soon as it was shown. Small shivers went up her spine with the movements, and she let out a wavering breath in attempts to not laugh from the tickling of his beard. "K-Karl, stop-"

"I never told you to get back to work..." He said simply, his now semi-serious tone interrupting he train of thought and causing any hint of laughter to disappear. He trailed kisses and bites to her jaw and her ear once more. "Indulge me then, Emmy, and I'll let you go. Let me have my fill."

Her face fell slightly. His fill... Did he mean...?

"W-What, be your toy until you're done?" She huffed, turning her head slightly to face him. Though he was on her blind side, she could almost feel the grin.

"Well, when you put it that way..." he started, letting his hands wander. One trailed under the shirt slightly, his fingers drifting below her belly, while the other found and gave a gentle squeeze to a now exposed breast from the shirt being moved before resting over the large scar. "Yes. But don't worry. I take care of my toys... I said I wouldn't break you so soon. And besides..." he pressed another gentle kiss behind her ear, "You seem like you want more. Am I wrong?"

Emelia took a shaky breath as she felt the odd sensations once more, reaching to hold onto his forearms as his hands moved. Well, of COURSE he was right... She knew there wasn't much else she would have to do around the factory today anyway. She worked constantly, and the factory ran relatively smoothly without her. She even came here for a break, anyway... And, despite her feelings about him, what the man had just shown her was... Well, her legs still held a slight wobble. To say she wanted more was an understatement. And so, she have a small huff and looked forward, tilting her head to allow him at her neck.

"... Go ahead..." she muttered, her voice an embarrassed tone. She felt his grin against her neck taking a breath as he gave a small, rough bite.

"You won't regret it, Emmy."

She gave a small, joking snort.

"I'll believe you if you can prove it, Karl..."

"Oh, even after what I've just shown you?" He played, his lips pressing to her neck once more. She said nothing, only somewhat easing against his chest with a huff. She rolled her eye as he chuckled, though her breath caught in her chest as his hand left the scar, letting his fingers trail up and along her throat. "I didn't think I would have to prove anything."

"You never do..." she muttered suddenly, only to close her mouth as she felt him freeze behind her. Where the hell did that come from...??

"Oh?"

She was silent for a moment before clearing her throat.

"Th-That, ah..." she started, only stopping as he grabbed her throat and pulled her to him roughly.

"What?" He growled, ever so slightly moving them forward. She took shaky steps, following his direction.

"N-Not... what I... mean..." she finally managed, glancing down with a quick breath as she felt the edge of the work table against the front of her thighs.

"Hm. What did you mean then, Emmy?"

"I..." she tried, though was unable to find her voice. What was this rush of excitement...?? The tone of his voice sent chills down her spine as he nibbled at her shoulder while awaiting a response. She then decided to just speak. What could go wrong?

"I-I mean...." she managed, gaining a smirk and holding onto his arm. She could feel as he tilted his head in curiosity. "You haven't quite done so thus far, how am I to believe you could...?" she continued, feeling his grip tighten. Good. She pulled away from him slightly to aggravate him. "You always need to prove yourself Karl, you won't get far without it-"

She was stopped with a surprised grunt as she was suddenly shoved down against the table, giving a surprised grunt of pain as her chin hitting it with a light *thunk* . He kept his hand between her shoulders, using his weight to keep her down as she moved to rub her jaw. Her hand was then suddenly yanked away as he twisted her arm behind her back, earning an uncomfortable grunt.

"Bloody hell- H-hey-!"

"I don't give proof, huh?" He growled suddenly, leaning down over her to talk into her ear. "I assure you, Emelia, I have all the proof you need."

She opened her mouth to speak, only to shut it with a surprised noise as he suddenly bit down on her neck and yanked her towards him. The backs of her thighs hit his hips, and she let out a small, surprised whimper. He slipped his fingers under the waistline of her underwear with his free hand, taunting her by slowly dragging them down. There was a sudden spark at her piercings once more while her lower half squirmed, and she couldn't help but give a small, moaning whine as she felt the sparks increase. Waves of pleasure traveled up her spine, causing her back to arch into the table somewhat and nearly bite her bottom lip until it bled. Small goosebumps covered her skin as she felt her underwear finally fall to her ankles. It wasn't until she felt him adjust himself behind her that she attempted to look to the side, only to be met with a growl and his teeth digging into the skin more.

She could smell the blood as it began to seep from between her skin and his teeth... It made her head swim as she finally felt him rub against her roughly, the small sparks of pain from his teeth adding to the odd pleasure she was feeling. He removed his teeth from her neck for a moment to speak into her ear, sending more shivers down her spine.

"I've got your 'proof' right here." He purred, his smirk nearly audible. He shoved her down again once more. "HERE!!"

He gave a rough thrust forward as he spoke, filling her quickly once again and earning a yelping moan; but this time, he didn't stop. A mixture of pain and pleasure racked her body as he kept up the rough thrusts, simultaneously twisting her arm more behind her back to hold her there. She couldn't stop the now loud moans and whines she gave as she panted, nearly digging her nails into the metal table supporting her. She could feel the pulses of her muscles threatening to tighten and mutate as she was slammed into nearly mercilessly, her fingers creating small dents in the material as she forced her mutation back once she felt a familiar flutter in her chest. He seemed to notice, letting out a low chuckle through his own grunts and growls.

It wasn't long before she felt the sudden waves of an orgasm, making her give a loud cry as she shifted under him, pressing back against him for a moment. She reached forward quickly and gripped the edge of the table, easily denting and nearly crushing it in her grip with light cries as he continued his thrusts through the tightening spasms. Her body shook while he didn't slow down. Instead, he increased his movements, and she almost felt tears come to her eye with the overwhelming sensation.

Her other arm was suddenly freed as he moved to grip both of her hips, leaning down to bite at her shoulder once more with low grunts and growls. He kept going... Oh god, he kept going. She couldn't speak, the only noises leaving her throat being whines and cries. She couldn't help but lean into his jaw, almost begging him for more despite the overstimulation. Her neck was bitten multiple times as if she were being marked, each bite breaking the skin with ease. Beads of blood slowly dripped from the wounds and over her skin every time he let go, only to feel his teeth elsewhere. She felt tightness below her belly once more as she let out a wavering cry of his name, only to be met with slower thrusts and a growl at her ear.

"What do you want, Emelia?" He growled, his voice low and strained. She couldn't help but squirm and push back against him with whining whimpers as he slowed more, quickly becoming frustrated and seemingly desperate. No... No, why was he stopping... Why was he slowing down?!

"N-.. N-No...!! D-Don't- fuck- D-Don't slow-...!!" She managed, earning a dangerous chuckle.

"Tell me Emelia, or I swear to God I'll stop right NOW." He played. She could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke. She knew this was amusing to him... It was payback for her insults. Her body shook out of desperation and anger as the thrusts slowed considerably, and she put her forehead against the table with a growling whine. He held her hips in place against the table to prevent her from moving against him. She couldn't take it anymore... She wouldn't even try to fight it. It was as if she were being denied a prize, and she hated it already.

"F-Fuck- I-" she started, barely able to get words out, "Y-YOU Heisenberg, you bloody idiot!!! I want YOU!!!" She finally yelled, her voice cracking somewhat. "J-Just... D-Don't... Don't FUCKING stop!!! Fuck- PLEASE!!"

She could almost feel the pride-filled smirk he gave in knowing he had won, but she didn’t care... Her little outburst gave her slight confidence as he chuckled, his last breath coming as a low growl.. She jumped as she suddenly felt an arm around her waist, roughly pulling her back towards him as his other hand reached to pin and hold hers as if keeping her in place. A wavering whine left her lips as he gave a possessive growl, looming over her with obvious intent.

"Good girl." He grumbled, only giving her a chance to inhale before returning to the powerful, near brutal thrusts from before, pulling her to him with each movement.

She didn't even attempt to hide her voice again, her cries and moans growing louder with each passing second. She almost didn't want the feeling to end, allowing herself to melt into him as her back arched into his chest.

"D-Don't... D-Don't stop... F-FUCK- Don't stop...!!!" She repeated, her voice wavering with uneven pants and gasps.

"You. Are. MINE." He suddenly growled in her ear, not letting her respond before biting into her shoulder once more.

More electric pulses were sent through her piercings, nearly making her scream while gripping the hand over hers. The orgasm she felt then was strong, traveling through her body in waves and overstimulation as the pulses continued. The feeling was amplified as he kept moving for a few seconds, finally pressing her roughly against the table with a loud, wavering growl and swear as he came as well. She let out another gasping moan as she felt him twitch inside of her, shuddering with the light warmth she felt at the pit of her stomach.

The room was filled with the sound of their panting and deep breaths as their rode their highs, and Emelia finally relaxed against the table with a shaky, satisfied sigh while still panting. She felt... good. Great, actually... Very sore now, as well as numb, but good nonetheless. It was as if any frustration she felt had melted away with the thin layer of sweat on her body. She gave a quiet whimper as she felt Heisenberg shift somewhat. He removed his jaws from her shoulder, nudging her head and pressing his cheek against hers as his grip on her loosened to allow her to relax more.

"Are you alright, Emmy?" He asked quietly, his voice low and catching her off guard enough to flinch. She only made a small, confused noise as she glanced over. He chuckled, catching a glimpse of the residual pleasured tears that stained her cheek. He reached over, dragging his thumb over her skin to wipe them away. "Is that a yes?"

She kept her eye on him for a moment before giving a small nod and setting her head back on the table. She attempted to shift, but found her body was... unable to move. The numbness had begun to turn into the feeling of being a puddle, she found. Her muscles shook as she tried to push herself up, and she almost collapsed under him. He nearly laughed while kept his grip on her waist, keeping her upright while he watched in interest.

"Would you like some help?"

"N... N-No, I..." she tried, her voice quiet. There was silence for a moment before she gave a shaky sigh, putting her head down once more in defeat. "... y-yes..."

"I thought so." He chuckled, finally pulling himself away with a quiet grunt. She could hear the amusement in his voice. "Alright. Keep steady, now."

Emelia glanced back as he partially adjusted himself, not bothering to fully fix his pants before he let go of her waist. A small panic entered her chest as her legs began to collapse under her, barely able to use the table to keep herself up before she felt him at her side. Her body shook as she tried to lean up once more, reaching to hold on to Heisenbergs arm as he draped it across her shoulders. He didn't even flinch as she leaned her full weight on him, and he chuckled.

"Come on, then." He said, suddenly leaning down once she was fully off the table. She let out a surprised yelp as he swept his other arm behind her knees, bringing her up into a cradling position against his chest as she held onto him tightly. She tightened her grip more as he started to walk, her face red. "Something wrong?" He asked, amusement thick in his voice. She watched his movements, only somewhat relaxing as they neared the bed.

"N-No..." she replied quietly, slowly easing herself in a sitting position the tattered covers as he set her down, wincing again at the soreness she felt. While the fabrics weren't always the best for relaxing, right now they were comforting, and a godsend for her shaking muscles. She then jumped as he sat down himself before he laid beside her with a huff. She stared at him for a moment as he held his arm out for her. What was he doing...?

"Well?" He asked expectantly, raising a brow as she looked confused.

"... what?"

He rolled his eyes.

"You're wearing my shirt Emmy, the least you could do is lay down."

"What-" she started, only to look down. "O-Oh... um..." She had admittedly forgotten what she had been wearing, and sheepishly pulled the shirt over her now throbbing shoulders and neck. She then adjusted herself on the mattress with a quiet grunt. "Ok..."

"NOW you're embarrassed??" He asked, nudging her arm slightly. "Should I describe, in detail, what I just did to you?"

She glared at him and gave a small huff as she managed to lay down.

"Shut up..." she mumbled, somewhat begrudgingly cuddling onto his chest as he smirked.

"It was an honest question."

Emelia only grumbled in response, though relaxed as she felt his arm go around her. She adjusted her head on his chest, pausing as she felt a heartbeat. It was slow and rhythmic, lulling her into a relaxed breathing pattern. He glanced at her as her arm wrapped over his chest as well, though he froze as she mindlessly began to trace over some of the smaller scars over his skin. She watched her own fingers move, an amused smile creeping on her face as she felt him tense and relax at her touch. She tilted her head slightly as she heard a light grumbling from his chest, her fingers pausing. He shifted under her, and she looked up to meet his eyes.

"What...?" She asked, resuming the movements. She watched as his eyes traveled between her and her fingers multiple times, his breathing easy with small grumbles in each inhale.

"Nothing." He replied simply, only to lift his chin slightly in confusion as she moved her hand to the scar across his neck. She felt his breath hitch as she traced it, and he looked at her again. "What are you doing, Emmy?"

"Nothing." She copied, almost laughing as he rolled his eyes.

"Don't get soft on me now Emelia, just earlier you were threatening me." He snorted.

"I still can if you would rather that."

"Hm. No, I'd rather fuck you again."

She went silent for a moment, her face heating up once more with embarrassment. "You said you wouldn't break me." She huffed.

Heisenberg gave a chuckle before turning to face her, gaining a smirk when she looked at him in surprise.

"I won't. I can't, actually." He said matter-of-factly, suddenly pushing her shoulder to have her lay on her back. She jumped, staring up at him in a stunned silence. "That doesn't mean I can't try. I haven't had that much fun in years, and I know you're durable. So am I."

"I-I can tell..." Emelia managed, clearing her throat slightly. Well, she knew he had a point... Despite being sore, she still felt oddly energized... Sure, the light exhaustion was there, but she knew she would have gone back to work immediately if she were physically able to. And she had to admit... She enjoyed this. It felt... normal. Almost.

She kept her eye on him for a moment before taking a breath. Was she really debating on this? The reality of the current situation hit her full force like Sturm on a rampage. She was silent for another moment before gulping slightly.

"What... What is... 'this' , exactly...?" she asked, her voice quiet. Karl drew back slightly, caught off guard by the question.

"Excuse me...??"

"I... You... You piss me off, Heisenberg..." she started, her arms resting at the sides of her head. Each movement of her shoulders resulted in a dull pain from his teeth, and his mouth twitched as he realized. She paused as she saw the smallest... tiniest twinge of regret in his eyes. But she shook her head, looking down at herself.

"I don't... I've been here for... only a short time compared to you, Karl... And now I... We do... THIS..." she continued, looking back up at him as he held his place over her. "What are we doing...?"

It was his turn to stay silent, obviously contemplating his answer. She had seen the same look on his face when discussing important factory matters... It almost made her feel better.

"What do you want from it?" He asked finally, tilting his head with a light shrug. She blinked.

"... What?"

He rolled his eyes, giving a small smirk.

"Ah, who's asking the hard questions now?" He played, chuckling as she glared at him. "I don't quite care what this leads to, I know what my goals are." He explained. "What are yours? What do YOU want out of it?"

"I..." she started, looking to the side. "... I don't know."

"Then don't worry about it!"

"But I-"

"Look, Emelia. If you can't figure it out, then focus on something else. Is it really worth wasting the energy if you don't know right away?" He asked.

She was silent. He... He was right.

"That... That's the most intelligent thing I've ever heard you say."

She nearly laughed at his insulted expression.

"Hey-"

"I'm joking, Metalhead..." She sighed with a small smile. There was silence for a moment before she finally gave a huff. "Just... For now just..."

"Come on, we don't have all day." Heisenberg joked, smirking as she glared at him.

"... Shut up you daft idiot." She growled finally, reaching to yank him down by his necklaces.

The movement startled him, but he seemed to know exactly what to do as his lips met hers with a light chuckle. The kiss was... gentle, oddly enough, but she relaxed once more under him. Light shivers traveled up her spine as she felt his fingers travel along her skin. The shirt was fully unbuttoned once again and nudged to her sides, and she took a deep breath as she felt the air on her chest. She only whined as her legs were moved, making him pause. There was a soreness between them from his roughness beforehand, sending small waves of a low, pulsing pain through her body. He gave a questioning hum against her lips, and she spoke against his.

"Sore..." she admitted quietly, feeling his amused smile.

"Good." He replied simply, adjusting himself and his pants to rest between her thighs. Emelia let out a quiet whimper as she was rubbed against, her legs shaking against his hips and her arms reaching out to his onto and wrap around his shoulders.

The dull throbbing sensation continued as he pushed into her once more, earning a somewhat pained whine as her back arched. It hurt... But the feeling lessened to a light sting after a few seconds, and she took lighter breaths. She couldn't help but wonder as he stayed still, his words and question playing in her mind as he returned to his position of leaning on his forearms over her. What DID she want from this...? Did she truly wish for any sort of stability from this? Or just survival? Maybe this was the first and last time she'd experience this, or maybe it would be regular. Did she WANT it to be regular, though? She didn't know... All she knew was that his touch swung wildly between rough and gentle every time he touched her, even before this. He always switched between harsher interactions and kind ones, making her angry and thankful at the same time. And yet, when he touched her NOW... Even while over the table, it was almost careful, hesitant to push her too far even while leaving bruises in her skin. Somehow, while sharing this intimacy, he was a perfect mix of the two. And somehow, it calmed her and even gave a small hope in the back of her mind.

Her thoughts stopped, letting out a breathy moan into the kiss as he started moving, this time at a slow pace. This time she kept her arms around him, hugging him close enough for their bare chests to press against each other. Her breaths and moans came from a different sort of pleasure, almost willing to believe that sharing this with him would allow some sort of normalcy. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he set a careful, hard rhythm, one of his arms moving down to press his hand against her stomach.

A single second passed before Heisenberg sent a low pulse of electricity through her body and piercings, causing her back to arch as she pulled away from the kiss with a gasping whine. She felt as he lowered his head with a low groan, starting to kiss and nibble along her jaw. Her nails dug into his back as his movements increased somewhat, creating more scratches to match the ones he already had. Her voice came out in quiet whines and moans into his ear as she clung to him. Sure this was making the soreness worse, but she almost couldn't tell between the low pulses and thrusts coming from the man. Her body shook while simultaneously encouraging more. She WANTED more... She already admitted as much to herself. Another whine escaped her lips as he nibbled just below her ear.

"Fuck, Emmy...~" he nearly purred into her ear, lifting her hips slightly and switching to smaller quick thrusts.

"K-... K-Karl-! F-FUCK-" she managed, her voice breaking somewhat as she allowed her legs to loosen at his sides to bring him closer. She whimpered as he suddenly leaned up, her nails digging and sliding down to his biceps before gripping them as she felt a familiar tightness below her belly; he could feel it, too.

Emelia suddenly held her breath in a surprised, wavering gasp as he slid his hand up her body from the belly piercing, his fingers dragging along the large scar on her chest before lingering and pressing against the sides of her neck. Her whines and moans continued, even as his hand moved higher to her jaw. She then jumped as his thumb pushed past her parted lips, resting on her tongue. She attempted to look up at him, but found it difficult to even keep her eye open... Heisenberg gave a low chuckle at the sight, pushing on her jaw slightly. He didn't even have to say a word as her mouth nearly closed around his thumb. Her whines and whimpers grew louder and her grip on him tightened, and she could only gasp as he pulled his thumb from her mouth and replaced it with his own.

The kiss was returned instantaneously, followed by her wavering, now muffled cry as she finally came once more. He grunted into the kiss as she tightened around him, her legs wrapping around his waist once more while her back arched. She wrapped her arms fully around his shoulders with overstimulated whines as his pace quickened before he finally let out his own wavering moan against her lips. She joined him with her own moan as he shoved his hips against hers, feeling the warmth enter her as he rode out his own orgasm with shaking muscles. God, it felt... It felt good... The warmth and twitching from him kept her whines going as they panted, her body shaking under him.

Both were silent for several moments, the kiss lessening to gentle movements before breaking.

"D-... D-Damn..." Emelia nearly squeaked, her head rolling to the side as her jaw was nuzzled.

"Hm. Are you alright?" Heisenberg asked, earning a small nod.

"... gonna be sore..." she replied quietly, relaxing somewhat as he kept his face against hers. He chuckled.

"You wanted it."

"Shush..." she huffed. Her breathing eased, feeling his smile against her skin. This was... Nice, she had to admit... An uncomfortable whine left her lips as he began to push himself up and away, only pausing as her legs twitched around him to keep him there. "N-No... stay..." she whined, watching as he raised a brow. "... P-Please..."

"I've never heard you say 'please' this much." He joked, earning a light glare. But he simply returned to his place over her with an amused chuckle, nearly laying on her.

She was relaxed despite nearly his entire weight on her torso, though she had no issues. He was really warm... She could almost purr with the warmth both on top of and inside her, the feeling relaxing her to the point of her limbs going lax around him. She felt him chuckle against her skin, taking a breath as his lips found her bruised neck. But her mind wandered elsewhere, and she found herself pressing her cheek to his.

"Can we... Not talk about this...?" She asked quietly, earning a confused hum as he glanced at her.

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"J-Just... Um..." she tried, turning her head to look at him. "M-Maybe this could be... just... stress relief...?"

She jumped as Heisenberg shifted, his face now hovering over hers with their noses together.

"Just stress relief?" He asked, amusement dancing in his eyes as her face reddened. "Is that what you want?"

She simply nodded, her fingers traveling over small scars that covered his upper back and shoulders. 'For now...' she thought. Wait, 'for now'...?? Did she really mean that...? She was pulled out of her thoughts as he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead.

"Then so be it." Heisenberg said simply, meeting her gaze. She stared up at him before nodding and taking a breath. But he moved before she had a chance to even think, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Hold on."

"What-" she tried, only to cling to him with a surprised yelp as he pushed against the mattress to lean up with her against his chest. She let out a light whine as she was shifted on him, small sparks shooting up her spine as she was settled against his hips while he sat and leaned back against the wall. He couldn't help but smirk as she let out a whimper, her legs twitching. "Better?"

"I..." she tried, though couldn't manage words as she felt him shift against her to make himself comfortable. So she simply nodded before leaning against his chest.

It was his turn to freeze as she nuzzled to his neck, giving a pleased sigh as his arms hesitantly went around her waist. She relaxed against him, enjoying the warmth he gave and the feeling of his arms around her.

"... You're warm..." she said quietly, earning a surprised chuckle.

"I would almost hope so." He replied, reaching up and under the shirt she still wore to drag his fingers along small scars on her back. He smiled as she relaxed. "I'm going to assume you're not moving any time soon?"

He nearly laughed as she nodded against his shoulder.

"Fair assumption..." she mumbled, closing her eye.

While she wasn't necessarily tired, there was a sliver of exhaustion in her chest. She had to admit, there was still pain from the bite marks that now covered her neck and shoulders, and the soreness of her legs came as a dull throbbing. But she oddly didn't mind... She held her breath as she realized her enjoyment of this. The touches, the intimacy... Even the dull pains she felt. Maybe she didn't even mind HIM...

No, no... She DID mind him. Did she...? She still found him infuriating... But the way he held her now was... Well, it made her question quite a bit.

She finally sighed, relaxing fully against him. She focused on his touches against her back instead of the thoughts in her mind, willfully ignoring them for once. She'd enjoy what she had for now... Her attention went to the sounds of his heart and distant machinery, letting them lull her into a light sleep. She didn't NEED she sleep at the moment, but to her, it was almost perfect.

She only hoped it would stay that way.

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Emergency Contact

synopsis: Sometimes it takes an accident and the revelation that Buck is Luke's emergency contact to really bring the Buckley-Mercer (et al) Family to the same page.

fandoms: Julie and the Phantoms x 911

relationships/characters: Buckley!reader (gender neutral), Alex Mercer, Evan Buckley, Luke Patterson, Athena Grant, Maddie Buckley (all relationships are familial/platonic)

word count: 2503

warnings: mentions of minor injuries (and I mean minor, sprained ankle, minor concussion is all)

a/n: @biqherosix surprise! Catch me pushing the Buckley-Mercer family agenda cause I can. For anyone wondering, we're running with the idea that they're cousins. I honestly have no idea where this came from, I wrote it at like midnight yesterday. And it only figures that the first thing I post in forever is a crossover that is mostly self-indulgent but I promise I'm trying to get the hang of things again.

For those of y'all that haven't seen 911 but still wanna read: one, I appreciate you so much oh my gosh, two, I highly recommend it and three, all you really need to know for this one is that Buck is a firefighter with the 118, Athena Grant is a police officer, and Maddie is Buck's older sister and a 911 dispatcher. If I missed anything and you wanna know feel more than free to ask!

The absolute last thing you expected was your phone ringing well past midnight.

“Don’t answer it.”

Alex’s voice sounded from beside you, muffled by the pile of blankets he was buried under. You rolled your eyes and reached for your phone only to have him snatch it out of your grip and stuff it under the blankets alongside him.

“Give it back!”

“No,” Alex crossed his arms tighter, ignoring the second ring completely. “It’s probably Buck checking to see if we’ve gone to sleep yet, if you answer he’ll know we’re still up.”

“Like Buck would voluntarily be up right now. He’s fifteen hours into a twenty four hour shift,” You leaned back against the couch, knowing there was no tearing the phone away from Alex. “Will you at least check who it is to make sure it’s not Maddie?”

Alex groaned, loud and exaggerated, before sticking his head underneath his blankets to check your phone. You were just barely able to hear his panicked ‘uh oh’ before he put on his best fake tired voice and answered, “Hello?”

“Alexander Mercer, what are you doing awake at this hour?”

“I wasn’t awake.”

“Sure you weren’t. Give the phone to y/n.”

He was handing you the phone in a flash and you could see his wide eyes in the dim blue light coming from the living room tv. “It’s Athena.”

“Thanks, I heard. And I told you so,” You smacked him with your pillow when he stuck his tongue out and he quickly ducked back under the blankets. Whether he was hiding from you or Athena was up for debate. “Hi Athena.”

“Y/N,” Uh oh was right. You recognized the tone in her voice immediately. Exasperated and tired with a little bit of worry laced through. “You wouldn’t be able to get ahold of Buck would you?”

“I could,” You sat up straighter and Alex peeked out from under the blankets again, craning his neck to listen in on the conversation. “Is something wrong? Can’t you call Captain Nash?”

“I could,” Athena echoed your words back to you and you heard muffled shouting in the back. “But Captain Nash isn’t Luke’s emergency contact.”

“His what!”

“It’s not a big deal!” Luke’s voice. It was him who had been shouting. “I’m fine!”

“The cast you’re wearing says different,” There was a click on the other end of the line and Alex tripped over the discarded blankets and pillows as he rushed to look for the car keys. “We couldn’t reach him and Maddie was his second emergency contact but May said she went home early today.”

“Yeah, uh, she -” You put on your shoes as fast as possible and reached for the nearest sweater, one you were sure wasn’t yours. “Jee’s teething so she - she’s probably busy with her. What happened? Luke -”

“Is fine. You just focus on getting to the station and bringing Buck to Med cause he’s gotta fill out some papers. I’ll stay here with him until you do.”

“Okay. Okay we’ll be there soon.”

“Y/N put me on speaker,” Athena must’ve been able to hear the panic in your voice. She knew both you and Alex well enough to know every emotion that was running through you both at that moment. “I want both of you to listen to me. Luke is okay. A little scratched up. Maybe a bruised ego. But he’s just fine, I promise you.”

If there was anybody you trusted it was Athena Grant. So you and Alex shared a look, thanked her, and sprinted out of the apartment wondering what on earth Luke had gotten himself into.

“What do you mean you don’t know!”

“Athena didn’t tell us anything!” You shouted right back at Buck despite knowing it probably wasn’t the best idea given the time or the circumstances. Alex was a few feet away, talking quietly to Chimney to have him relay a message to Maddie. She’d be less angry if the news came from him.

“I thought he went back home,” Buck shook his head before jogging down the stairs and you followed him. He all but charged to the locker room and started shoving all his things in the duffel he always carted with him from the apartment to the station and back. “I thought he was okay.”

It wasn’t until then, until you caught a glimpse of his reflection in the little mirror in his locker surrounded by pictures, that you realized something. Evan Buckley, the firefighter, your brother who always seemed so fearless, was scared.

Buck’s mind was racing at a million miles an hour. He kept going through every piece of information he could from the last two days. Luke had promised him. Sworn he was going back home to his parents. He should’ve known better. They were too much alike and he should’ve known better.

He supposed the worrying came with the territory. The anxiety and panic and not knowing were all things he didn’t like but things he would bear if it meant making sure one of his own was okay.

He had always been protective. You were the youngest Buckley and he took it upon himself to make sure you had a better life than him and Maddie had had. Alex was family and he didn’t hesitate to give him a home when he needed one, metaphorically and literally.

And somewhere along the way the Buckley-Mercer family had grown without him realizing it. Alex had brought his band, his friends, over for dinner once and from that moment on they became a fixture in his life.

Bobby, who was surprised the first time Maddie grinned and hugged him, telling him how proud she was of him. Reggie, who was the first to accept a place in their makeshift home, needing the support and love they offered more than anything. And Luke, who was stubborn and wore his heart on his sleeve and fit right in with them.

And Buck couldn’t believe he had let them down. He couldn’t believe that he tried so hard to let Luke know he was there for him and he had failed. If he had just paid a little more attention then -

“I know what you’re thinking,” Your voice cut off his thoughts and he paused for a moment before continuing.

“No you don’t.”

“You’re blaming yourself. It’s what you always do,” You watched as he pocketed his phone and zipped up the bag. “It’s what you did when I thought I could jump off the swing and ended up with a broken arm even though you couldn’t have stopped me. It’s what you did when Alex had that really bad allergic reaction even though none of us knew he was allergic in the place. It’s what you’re doing now.”

Buck slammed the locker shut without meaning to and silently wondered how you seemed to know everything about him when he seemed to know nothing about any of you, not really. He wasn’t like you or Maddie or Alex and that had never been more clear.

“I’m not blaming myself. I just -” He sighed and walked out of the locker room, past you and Alex, and around to the drivers side of the car. He didn’t get in yet. Instead he glanced between the two of you. “I’m not Maddie. I don’t know how to tell what you guys are thinking. I don’t know how to do the things she does. I can’t help how she does. But - but maybe if I could then -”

“You’re right,” You cut him off, already knowing where he was going. “You’re not Maddie. But we don’t need another Maddie, we need Buck.”

“Y/N’s right,” Alex leaned against the top of the car and gave an easy shrug. “Maddie does family dinners every week and helps us with homework and keeps superhero bandaids around for when Reg and Bobby come back from the skate park with scrapes all over them. But you host game nights and come to every one of our practices when you’re not here and tell really bad jokes when you know we need to hear them.”

“They aren’t bad -”

“Yeah they are,” Both you and Alex answered in sync, successfully pulling the faintest laugh from Buck.

“You’re Buck,” You repeated and finally opened the door of the car. “And when Luke left home he came to you. Athena said you’re his emergency contact because he trusts you more than anyone else. We all do.”

It took less than a couple seconds for Buck to nod and get in the car, the two of you following his lead. Moments later he was speeding away from the 118 and in the direction of the hospital, determined to be where he was needed.

“You’re an idiot, Luke Patterson.”

“Wow thanks,” Luke rolled his eyes from where he sat on the couch, an action that earned him a scolding from you, and kept picking at the fabric of the pillow he was holding to him.

It was nearing mid morning and you had all gotten back to Buck’s apartment only a short while ago. The combined insistence and intimidation coming from both Buck and Athena meant the doctors had no choice but to run as many tests as necessary until they were positive Luke was fine.

Your eyes scanned his face again, a habit you’d picked up from Maddie, in an attempt to assess the damage once more to be sure nothing had gone wrong in the last ten minutes.

A butterfly bandage on his forehead above his left eye. Some scrapes on his arms from the fall. The brace around his right ankle propped up on the coffee table and some pillows. A tear in his favorite flannel that you were already patching up.

“What were you thinking?” You sighed and dropped your hands, turning in your spot beside him to look at him and read all the expressions flashing across his face. “You got hit by a car, Luke.”

“I did not!” He flinched when Alex, fast asleep across the other couch, shifted a little at the noise. Buck did the same thing upstairs in the loft, though he recognized the sound of talking and opted to listen in. “I swerved out of the way. The bike lost control and I hit the pavement but I’m fine.”

“The mild concussion and sprained ankle beg to differ,” You stared again. Luke refused to meet your eyes, refused to look anywhere around the apartment that wasn’t the pillow on his lap. He’d been doing the same thing since Buck had nearly busted down the door of the room he’d been sitting in at the hospital. “What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know,” Luke finally sighed, knowing you wouldn’t let it go any time soon. “I just - I did go home. At first. And i-it was okay until my mom started doing that -that thing she does. The voice, talking down, asking when I was gonna start getting serious, telling me I should do better. I tried but she wouldn’t stop saying all of it so I -” His shoulders sank and his head hung low and you moved closer. “I left.”

“So why didn’t you come back here?” You reached out, hand on his arm in an attempt to get him to hear you. To listen to you. To talk to you. “What made you think you couldn’t?”

It took a few moments but when Luke finally looked up his eyes were watering and he looked unsure. He looked scared and he was never scared. “I didn’t want to disappoint anyone else.”

“I don’t know if you know this,” You gave a sigh and leaned against the back of the couch on one arm. “But we are, historically, a pretty messed up family.”

You successfully pulled a laugh from Luke and a muffled ‘shut up’ from Alex only made the two of you laugh more. But when the laughter faded away you were left with the ghost of those doubts. Present and needing closure. To be acknowledged and reassured.

“There is nothing you could do that would disappoint Maddie and Buck, believe me,” You gave him a faint, sad smile and for a second he wondered what memories were the source of it. “And you never have to be scared. We’re your family and we’re here for you. Me and Alex and Buck and Maddie. Athena who stayed with you until we got there and after. Chimney who’s breaking the news to Maddie to save us all. Albert. May. Bobby. Reggie. You have all of us. I hate to break it to you but you’re a part of our weird little family and we aren’t going anywhere any time soon. So please, please never feel like you have to hide from us. You’re home here, Luke.”

And he believed every word. For a moment he wondered why he ever doubted it in the first place. It was evident in the way he had a designated spot at the dining table at Maddie’s place. In the way his clothes took up a good amount of space in one of the dressers upstairs. In the pair of house keys that hung on a chain around his neck. Reggie and Bobby were also given a pair long ago.

“Does one of you want to explain to me what the hell happened!” The sound of the door being thrown open startled all of you. Alex sat up quickly and Buck came barreling down the stairs to meet Maddie at the door.

Bobby and Reggie came in after her, holding piles of various items she’d insisted on bringing with. They were followed moments later by Albert carrying bags filled with takeout and then Chimney with Jee-Yun in her car seat.

It was dead silent for a moment as Maddie looked between her siblings, her cousin, and the boy she considered one of her own. They were all her family and that was that.

Finally the silence was broken by Luke leaning over in your direction and quietly asking, “Hey, does home have a place I can hide from Maddie until she’s less mad?”

“Oh, Luke,” You offered him a smile he recognized as a slightly sympathetic yet playful one. “There is nowhere you can hide where Maddie’s anger, love, and aggressive post-injury nurturing won’t reach. Good luck.”

She sat in your spot the moment you stood up and was immediately making sure Luke was okay. Her eyes scanned each injury just as yours had and when she finally let him take a breath he looked around.

All of this, the chaos that was unpacking the various takeout boxes. Setting up a little station on the kitchen island with various medical supplies. Chasing Jee-Yun around as she crawled and wobbled all around the place. Music playing softly in the background as everyone smiled and talked and felt relieved that he was okay.

This was home. Luke was sure of it.

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