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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 8 months

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Take Care

Sherlock and Mycroft x little sister!reader, John x teen!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you get a startling diagnosis that turns everyone around you overprotective

Warnings: cancer, mentions of death (no actual death)

“She…she has what?”

John looked up from his newspaper at the sound of Sherlock’s distress. He had picked up a call from Mycroft and answered with the usual bored disdain, but after listening for a moment he had sat up rigid in his chair.

“I see,” Sherlock went on. “I’ll be right over, I…oh. Yes, alright.”

“What was that all about?” John asked as Sherlock put the phone down. After a moment, John thought he wasn’t going to answer, but finally he spoke, his voice dazed.

“What? Oh, Y/N, she’s…Mycroft is bringing her over for a bit.”

“Is she alright?” John asked hesitantly.

“I…no. I don’t know,”

“Sherlock this is ridiculous, what’s wrong? You’re worrying me.”

You had become quite the regular at Baker Street, sleeping over there almost as much as you stayed with Mycroft, your legal guardian.

“Y/N…she has cancer.”

“She what?” Surely he had heard wrong.

“Mycroft took her in for an appointment, routine check up, that’s all, but…” Sherlock swallowed, and didn’t finish.

“How…I mean…” John wasn’t sure how to ask about the severity.

“I’m not sure,” Sherlock said finally. “Mycroft didn’t say much.”

“Hey Sherlock!” To say Sherlock was surprised when you came bounding into 221B like nothing was wrong would be a severe understatement.

“Hello,” he greeted hollowly. You stepped past him to bring your bag to your room, and Sherlock turned to look at Mycroft.

“She knows?” He asked quietly, and Mycroft nodded.

“I believe she doesn’t want to talk about it.”

“How bad is it?”

“They said they aren’t sure about the outcome. They want to start treatments as soon as possible, and it all depends on how she responds to it. All we can do is make sure she gets enough rest and water between visits for now.”

“Alright,” Sherlock sighed. “Then we do all we can do.”

…

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You looked up at Sherlock with a frown.

“Just for a walk.”

“No you’re not,” he responded. “It’s time you took a nap.”

“Gee grandma, you first,” you scoffed.

“Y/N, don’t be like that,” John insisted.

“You guys really aren’t gonna let me take a walk?” You glared at the two men, who didn’t waver an inch. “Fine,” you groaned, brushing past them to your room and closing the door.

…

“Drink.”

“I’ve had like four glasses of water today Mycroft, I’m not thirsty.”

Mycroft gestured to the glass in front of you insistently. You rolled your eyes and took a sip.

“Finish that, and then you should take a nap.”

“I’m fine.”

“He’s right,” Sherlock chimed in from the sofa.

“Since when do you two agree on anything?” You scoffed.

“Since now.”

You glared at Mycroft.

“You can’t lay off for one afternoon?”

“No.”

“Ok, I’ll nap on one condition; you let me go to Christie’s later, she wanted to study together.”

“You’ll take a nap either way,” Mycroft responded.

“Wanna bet?” You challenged.

“No, because I don’t have to. You’ll do as you’re told.”

“John, a little help?”

“Don’t look at me,” John raised his hands. “I’m with them.”

“Could you guys stop treating me like this for two seconds?” Your tone rose with your anger.

“Like what?” Mycroft’s resolve hadn’t changed.

“Like I’m an invalid!” You shoved past your brothers and slammed the door to your room.

…

“She won’t answer.”

“I know that,” Sherlock griped at his older brother.

“Should we pick the lock?”

“She’d kill us.”

“Well, she’s worrying me, she’s been in there for a while,” Mycroft pulled out a lock pick and got to work.

When the lock clicked, he called out a warning.

“We’re coming in if you don’t open this door!”

Silence.

Mycroft pushed open the door, and sighed in relief when he saw you on your bed, a book in your lap and headphones in your ears. You looked up in disgust.

“Privacy much?” You growled as you pulled your headphones out of your ears.

“You’ve been in here for too long, and you wouldn’t answer when we knocked,” Mycroft insisted.

“Why won’t you leave me alone?”

“Because we need to talk,” Sherlock came to stand by your bed.

“About what?”

“About ‘how we treat you’,” Mycroft sighed.

“Alright, talk.”

“You know why we do it,” Sherlock insisted.

“Yeah, because you’re nosy control freaks.”

“Because we’re worried,” Mycroft corrected.

“You shouldn’t be.”

“That’s a load of crap,” everyone turned in surprise when John entered the room. “You know full well why they’re scared, and you are too. There’s not much we can do, alright? The only things we can do is make sure you get your rest in between treatments, and try our best to take care of you. So that’s what we’re doing.”

You were silent for a long moment.

“I-I just…” the tears in your eyes were perhaps the most surprising because it was the first time your family had seen you cry since the news came. “I don’t want to spend what could be my last few months just…resting. Wasting time, relaxing, and-and-“

“Hey,” the sternness in Mycroft’s tone shut you up immediately. “These aren’t your last few months. That’s what we’re trying to ensure by keeping you rested, and able to fight this.”

“We’re not letting you die, understand?” Sherlock lowered himself to meet your gaze.

“Ok,” you choked, and you were relieved when John stepped forwards and pulled you into his arms.

“You’re going to be ok,” he promised.

You smiled.

“Thank you.”

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iamjustaholeforyousir · 8 months

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You and I

part 12 of Look What We Became

summary: what is love? what is correct?

warning: angst, kissing, mention of burns

Word count: 2127

minors DNI

part1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8 part9 part10 part11 part12

Harry did not know how he had gotten out of that room, he remembered picking you up, he remembered the fight, he remembered your whimpers, but that is all he could remember.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!!?” his mother rushes into the infirmary, screaming at him, her face was wet with tears and her eyes bloodshot, her voice was coarse as if she had not said a word in days, it was heavy.

“I am not injured,” he says, monotonously. The fear and anticipation he was currently feeling was far from his emotionless tone. There had been no news about his princess.

From what he remembered, you had no burns, you were well, just unconscious due to the heavy smoke in the room, so then why had there not been any word about your well-being? Harry was getting nervous, he was getting worried, but his expression was that of nothing. He had sent out letters to your sisters, your parents, letting them know of the incident, but none of them had shown up. Nobody came to see you, and nobody wrote back.

It was all as if you were already dead.

Harry was upset, with himself, with the incompetent guards of his castle, your father, the world, with god.

The doors to the infirmary opened as the medic made his exit.

Harry stood up looking at her expectantly “My prince, she is stable, in fact, she is doing quite well, however, she has requested that you do not see her… at all.”

She took a bow, turning to the queen, and bowed and she was gone.

she has requested that you not see her at all.

It was like a slap to his face, why? He did not understand why you were torturing him like this. Why were you being so distant now? After he…

“Tell me right now Harry, what was it you were thinking jumping in a burning room!?”

“I jumped in for her! And if necessary, not once, not ten times, not a hundred times, thousands of times… thousands of times, I will jump into the fire in which there is she!”

“Why!?”

Why. he didn't know why. He knew her all for five days. The first few were spent hating her. The other spet touching her, and the last one spent away from her.

He was so infatuated with her, or maybe it was the love he felt. Obsessing over a feeling he didn't even feel. Harry was more than just a sappy, love-thirsty, desperate boy. Then why?

“I don't know.”

He ran out, leaving his mother to stand there alone.

You didn’t want to see him, he will not show you his face till you beg for it.

You were laying on the bed, what had become of your life? What had you done? You really were a problem. It was only right, for no one to show up. Why would they? Whatever your husband had done, you were paying the price. Did he have to be the knight in shining armour? You couldn't bare to see him. Not right now. The man who broke your family. The medic was no more by your side. No one was. You were truly alone. Not a friend in this world, at least not one who cared for you as much as you did. You had received not one letter, not one visitor, not a word, as though the rest of the world was dead. And then you screamed, loud, with frustration and anger, guilt and sadness, desperation and hatred, you screamed with your whole voice as tears streamed down from the side your face, wetting your hair and your sheets, why wasn't he coming in? He had no problem not listening to you, then why was he being so obedient now!? Come in for god’s sake!

His mother. And running into the room, as did the guards.

“where is he!?” You screamed “why isn’t he here!!?”

“Child, it will all be well.”

Your hands fly up to the side of your head, clutching your pillow, shaking your head violently, thr unbearable frustration of him not being there. Where was the care and love now? Hm? Where was the protection that he wanted to give you?

“Leave us.” the queen said, and you saw the guards back away, leaving the room.

She kneeled beside you, caressing your head.

“He is just a boy, he doesnt understand what you want from him till you spell it out.” she says.

“He cares about you deeply-”

But you just shook your head, fresh tears spilling form your eyes, “he does, trust me, i am his mother. I know.” she says, “its not everyday that he jumps into a fire to save just about anyone.”

Jumped in the fire.

He.

Jumped.

Into the fire.

For you.

“My son is not a violent being, Y/n, but he peobably would have killed-” she stops herself.

Yes, if you hadnt stopped him, he probably would have killed youe father.

“All i am saying is do not deem him as this unruly, violent creautre, becasue he is not. Whatever, he has done to cause you pain, in the past few days, is not how he is. His drastic actions were only to make up for the wrongs he did your way, so please, please forgive him. He wont say it for himself. So i am here to ask of you, please dear.”

Harry found himself by the river, the noise of flowing water had always seemed to calm him. What was he doing, and all over some girl he didnt even like in the first place! you oh you. What had you done to him? why were you suddenly so important? What is wrong with him!? Can you please get out of his head!

“Thought id find you here.” harry hears a voice from behind him.

“I want to be alone brittward.” he says

“I am afraid my prince that that is simply not an option. Your mother calls for you, this instant. It is not wise for a king to run away from his problems.”

“I am not a king-”

“But you soon will be, and my duty is to guide you and prepare you for that day. Now come boy, you must never keep a queen waiting.”

Throughout the walk backto the castle, harry explaines whatever happned to brittward, even though he knew thatbrittward knew what had gone down the previous day, he didnt say anything.

After listening ot he whole story brittward says “you acted foolishly.”

“Foolishly?”

“Yes, you were quite the fool. Listen to me boy, and listen to me carefully. Respect is earned. However, when one is older, he gets respected for his experience, knowledge, and the life he has led. And you did not give that respect to your father-in-law. You could have acted in various different ways, one where you could have saved your dignity and hers. You, who doesn't know the first letter of being abused went and defended your wife, defending her was right, but ignoring her wasn't. Have you any idea what must be going through her head? Family is family. One must deal with it for life. And you boy, you hurt her family.”

“But her family hurt her-”

“And did she ask you to defend her?”

“No but-”

“Sometimes you must think before making a grand gesture. Sometimes you have to let things be, sometimes my boy, you dont have meddle.”

“And let the wrong stay wrong?”

Briottward smiles but doesnt say anything. they keep on walking without exchanging another word. reaching the royal infirmary Harry seas his mother sitting outside your room so, and with an expressionless face ask him to go inside and see you.

“ she clearly said she doesn't want to see me-”

“ don't be ridiculous Harry she is your wife she needs you”

“ she doesn't need me she has made it clear and I shall respect her decision.”

“ you are young right now you don't know how to read between the lines she is clearly hurt and she needs her husband by her side right now. you needn't speak to her but at least comfort her with your presence.”

“My present is of no comfort to her-”

“ go now.”

With a Stern expression, Harry briskly works towards the infirmary unit where you were said to be resting, he opens the door softly assuming that you would be asleep upon opening the door he finds you still lying in the bed looking at the other way out the window”

“Princess…” he calls but you do not turn around instead just say, “ I thought you would be the first person I would see when I wake I thought you owe me that much as your wife don't you?”

“ it was made clear to me that you had other intentions princess”

“ my wishes havent stopped you before what made you listen to me now?”

taking a deep Harry clenched his jaw. You sigh and say, “but i have to realise that you do not think rationally before acting, and for a better part of it, i am grateful. You saved my life.”

When he didn't say anything you continued “what you did with my father it was- it was not your best decision-”

“I would like to disagree.”

“At a personal level, i think i should be grateful to you, but as a political move what you did was irrational-”

“The kingdom wouldn't want to maintain an alliance with a man like him.”

“What of your reputation?”

“Any sensible kingdom would understand what i did was right-”

“But no other kingdom knows the reason for your actions-”

“Then we tell them-”

“And ruin my father’s reputation?”

“I didn't know he had a reputation to begin with.”

“Harry!”

The moments when you take his name, it becomes electric, his heart beats a tad bit faster and his mind seems to rest. You taking his name, makes him feel closer to being loved, to being owned.

“You must understand, y/n, that your father isnt a great man, but he is also not a great king. And i am sure that the kingdoms around us are aware of the fact.”

“My sisters haven't reached out to me, so I only presume that their husbands don't think the way you do-”

“A woman has a mind of her own, Your sisters not reaching out to you doesn't depend on their husbands' thoughts, it depends on themselves.”

“You are saying my sisters are choosing to ignore me and my condition?”

“Perhaps, or perhaps they are afraid of breaking the unhealthy bond they share with your father”

“Harry-”

“No. I'm right and you know it. I am right.” Moving closer to you “You know I am right, I am sick of people saying what I did was wrong, I was not. When I took you as my wife I promised to protect you, I promised to care for you and if I have to do it again I would do it in a heartbeat.”

You both stare at each other.

“Do you love me?”

“What?”

“Do you love me harry?”

“I don't know.”

“You don't know?-”

“Do you?”

“What?”

There was a silence that spread in the whole room. Deafening silence.

“Why did you jump into the fire?-”

“I don't know”

“What do you know?”

“A lot of things-”

“I am serious”

“So am I-”

“No-”

“How do you know-”

“Stop it-”

“Stop what?-”

“Ha-mph”

He kisses you, passionately, his hand slides against your jaw, firmly yet tenderly gripping it, while his other hand wraps around your waist. Your hands snake up his back, one grabbing his shoulder while the other finds the back of his head, threading your fingers through his hair. He licks at your bottom lip, and you open your mouth wider, as he lets his tongue slide in. he takes the lead, and pulls you closer, and your gown rides up your thigh due to the friction presented by the bed, exposing a few burns. The kiss is wet, messy, and all over the place, just like him. Tears slip down from your closed eyelids. You both can taste your tears as you continue to kiss with passion. He takes your lower lip between his and lightly sucks on it. His breath is hot against your face as you push his head closer to yours. he slowly breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. breathing deeply he says,

"I might not know my feelings. but I know what I did was correct. I know what I am doing now, is correct. you and I are correct."

A/N: i am back with part 12, sorry to keep yall waiting.

ill probably end the story in 3 or 4 parts more tho

stay safe❤️❤️

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ghosttownwherenoonegoes · 10 months

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Just thinking about it, how do you think the Munsons do fathers day?

The Munsons don’t make a big deal out of Father’s Day… until they do.

Uncle Wayne legally took Eddie in when Eddie was just eight years old (signing the papers was a mere formality at that point, Uncle Wayne had always been there for Eddie as much as he could, no matter the personal cost), but Eddie would be eleven the first time he decided that it was okay and safe for him to acknowledge who his real father was.

The bestest dad in all of Hawkins, nay, in all of Indiana…. Wayne Munson.

It was a class assignment in the end. The teacher had told the class to make a card for their dads, or, if they didn’t have a dad, then for someone who was there for them day and night… that, in effect, is what a parent is. Someone who is there for their child in every way that matters and all the ways that don’t.

Eddie ended up writing Uncle Wayne a small letter and he signed it off with, “you’re the only crithit worth celebrating, dad”.

It was something only the Munsons would understand, which is precisely why Eddie had chosen it. He had always had a sharp mind and he had been soaking up the D&D manuals which his dad had gifted him for his ninth birthday like a sponge. For every snippet of information Uncle Wayne carefully relayed to Eddie after reading the same paragraph three times to make sure he understood it properly, Eddie only wanted more.

Thirsty was Eddie for all the things in life which mattered - kindness, love, knowledge, and music.

He wasn’t quite so thirsty for family… he had all of that and more in his dad.

Uncle Wayne was Eddie’s crithit.

So then, Eddie leaves the card laying around on the green kitchen countertop for his dad to find, and he secures its discovery by putting it right next to the kettle. Uncle Wayne wouldn’t be able to miss it if he tried. He leans against the counter, a coffee mug steaming in one hand and his boy’s class assignment in the other.

To dad -

Uncle Wayne’s breath catches in his throat and he has to swallow hard against the stinging of tears in the backs of his eyes and nose.

I don’t know, really, what to write. Teach said to write a letter to our dads for Father’s Day but you were the only one I could think of. You raise me, take good care of me, make me feel like I’m someone. Doesn’t matter what it is, I know you’ll come rescue me… you ARE my dad, you’re my crithit… the only one that matters. I love you, and I hope it’s okay to call you dad. No other person in my life gets to be called that, only you.

If you like this, I’ll do it again next year.

Eddie didn’t sign his name, he just drew a swarm of bats around the capital ‘E’ he liked to try to write in Gothic script.

Uncle Wayne’s coffee that morning was slightly salty; he cried as he drank, and as Eddie rose from bed well after the sun, he was swept up into his dad’s arms. “Thank you, son. You call me whatever you’re comfy with, you hear me? I love you all the same.”

And if Eddie sunk deeper into his dad’s hold, then who needed to know? The Munsons kept themselves to themselves. That was how it had always been and would always be.

Every year after that, Eddie makes sure to get his dad a card for Father’s Day, and a new mug to go with the rapidly growing collection. In 1985, Eddie pays some serious money for someone to recreate the original “you’re my crithit, dad” in eleven year old Eddie’s handwriting on a mug, which is decorated to look like Uncle Wayne’s flannel. There are tears shed, embraces cherished, and words spoken. It’s perfect.

That mug is the only mug in the Munson trailer which is never used. It’s just too damn precious, just like Eddie… he’s Uncle Wayne’s son through and through.❤️

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mintbubbletea606 · 10 months

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Confession (Ayato Sakamaki x Fem Reader)

Requested by: @Nat nat

Ayato directed his attention over to where you stood in the hallways, his mouth turning down at the sight of you talking with some of your classmates. His heart squeezed at the sight of your smile, which you never seemed to flash around him. A dark feeling found its way into his chest as he made his way over to where you were.

Without a word, he roughly grabbed your arm and pulled you in the opposite direction.

“Ayato, what are you doing-?” you got out as he dragged you into an empty classroom and sank his fangs into your neck. He downed mouthfuls of your warm blood before he heard the sound of your whimpers.

“Oi, you good…?” he worriedly asked, pulling back from your neck and surveying your reactions. He wiped the blood away from your wound as his eyebrows drew together.

“That hurt!” you exclaimed as Ayato rolled his eyes. “I gave you my blood this morning. You shouldn’t be thirsty, so why the hell are you drinking from me again?”

“Yours Truly just wanted to remind you about who you belong to. Don’t go around showing your smile to others. I’m the only one for you, got it?”

“Okay, but can you wait until after school? I’d rather not go around light-headed for the rest of the day…”

“Can you shut up and thank me for gracing you with my presence? Someone else would pay money to be in your position.”

“I’m sure that they would…” you responded before moving to walk out of the room.

Ayato turned his head when he heard a loud thud, only to find you had fallen on the floor.

“Oi, (Y/n)?” he called out, waiting a few seconds for you to respond. Though, you never did. “Crap, did I suck too much blood?”

Letting out a groan, he walked over to where you lay and gathered you up into his arms.

“Eh, it gives me an excuse to skip out on classes…”

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Ayato sat on the edge of your bed, stealing a few glances at your sleeping face over his phone. It had been a good forty minutes since he had gotten you back to the mansion, and you still didn’t show any signs of waking up. A few moments passed before he set his phone on your nightstand and leaned over your peaceful face.

“Why am I so possessive over you?” he demanded, aware that you were not able to hear him. “It’s so annoying, but I don’t want to end this. Everything about you draws me in, and I have no idea what’s happening. I think it’s love…”

He fell silent as you started to stir, your eyes finally opening after a few seconds.

“It took you long enough to get up. How weak can you be if you faint after a few seconds of me sucking your blood?” Ayato started as you moved to stretch your arms.

“Good morning to you too…” you sleepily murmured, rubbing at your eyes and starting to sit up. The pain in your head caused you to lay back against the pillows, though.

“Careful, you idiot. You’re not going to immediately spring back after passing out!”

“Are you worried about me?”

Your genuine question made Ayato freeze up, suddenly realizing that you were not used to him not being cruel.

“Yeah, I guess…” he murmured, watching as your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “(Y/n), can you listen to me for a moment?”

“Sure… What is it?”

“I feel different when I’m around you, and I’m pretty sure that it’s because I…care about you. Though, I’m not really sure about it. Just act like I didn’t say anything about this-”

“Are you playing with me?” you tentatively asked, feeling tears welling at the back of your eyes.

Though he had been unnecessarily mean to you during your entire stay at the mansion, you had still found yourself falling in love with him- the small acts of kindness, his expression when you made takoyaki just for him, the way that he would pat your head before taking a huge bite out of the food-

“Yeah, and I know that you probably don’t feel the same. Just don’t give my brothers any idea. They’re never going to leave me alone-”

“Ayato, I feel the same…” you softly murmured as you watched him pause and stare at you.

“O-of course you do! Who wouldn’t fall for Yours Truly?” Ayato immediately bounced back, a grin overtaking his face. “Anyone would fall for me!”

“Whatever you say~” you responded, letting out a soft sigh and rolling your eyes. “Hey, are we…dating?”

“Wasn’t that clear?” Ayato asked, doubt written on his face once again. “(Y/n), I swear that I’ll try to get better, you hear me?”

“Thank you, and I’ll try to get better as well,” you answered as Ayato’s eyebrows knitted.

“You don’t have to change.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re perfect just the way you are, got it? Don’t listen to what any of those jerks have to say. You’ve got me after all. Doesn’t that prove that you’re just as good as me?”

“Yes, I guess so. Hey Ayato, I’m getting really dizzy. Do you think that you could get me some water?”

“Fine…” he mumbled before heading for the door. “Don’t start getting used to this. You may be pretty, but I’m not going to treat you like some spoiled princess.”

Your laugh caused his lips to quirk up as he headed off for the item that you had requested.

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cruelconrad · 2 years

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Lover in the House

Conrad Fisher x reader

Based on 'The Chase' by Elle Kennedy

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, drinking, smoking, a little smut (?!)

Summary: you're living your best life in collage, until suddenly you have to move out of your room. To your surprise, you end up at Conrad Fisher's house. You didn't expect that living with Conrad would be such a challenge. When and how will this rollercoaster end?

You sigh as you put down your luggage. Reluctantly you ring the bell to Conrad Fisher’s house. After a minute the door opens. His beautiful eyes meet yours, but his expression is flat. He is wearing a blue t-shirt which matches well with his skin. His hair is messy. It is clear he didn’t put in an effort to look nice, but then you remember he never did.

“Hey y/n/n.” He says with a tiny bit of enthusiasm in his voice.

“Hey Con.” You give him a hug and smell his familiar scent. As you look over his shoulder you see the place that will be your home for at least a few months. The last room you rented was in a house with four girls you couldn’t stand. When you got into a fight with them you packed your things as fast as you could and left, not thinking about where you were going to live next. You called your brother Steven instead of your mom because you knew she would get mad. Steven and you always had a bad relationship because you lived close together, but since you've both moved out, his sweet side comes out a little more. So he said he would help you fix your living situation and before you knew it, you were living with Conrad Fisher and his 2 college friends. You are the first to pull away from the hug, slowly walking into the living room. It looks like a bachelor pad with two leather sofas in an L-shape and a big television with a stereoset next to it. Other than that the place is pretty clean. Although, this doesn’t surprise you because you knew from when you stayed over at the summer house that Conrad’s room was the most tidy of all. When you look back, Conrad is already picking up your luggage and leading you to a room upstairs. On the way you run into a guy who introduces himself as Dean. He has dark hair, hazel eyes and his muscles- well, let’s just say they are prominent. “Did any of you see keys laying around somewhere?” He says as he rushes through the house. “Found them!” He shouts from the kitchen. You are impressed by how unfazed he is about your presence. “Dean has ADHD.” Says a blond haired boy coming from the top of the stairs, explaining Deans chaotic appearance and attention span. You make an understanding noise. “You must be y/n, i’m Max.” Says the blond haired boy. You smile at him. “Yes I am. It’s nice to meet you.” Max has blue eyes and a buzz cut, his smile is vibrant. “Come on,” says Conrad, “let’s put this stuff in your room.”

When you get to your room you say: “Nice guys.”

“Yeah, they’re alright.” Conrad says jokingly. After that he shows you around the house. When he’s done the boys head out for football practice. You go to your room and start to unpack. The house and the boys are not as bad as you thought it was going to be. You let out a relieved sigh.

Later that evening after you’ve all eaten, you start to get ready for bed. You put on your big Cousins t-shirt and your hair in a messy bun. But when you lay in bed you don’t feel sleepy at all. You lay there for 2 hours before you get out of bed again. Thirsty as fuck, you walk down the stairs on your tiptoe’s. Being as quiet as possible. The whole house is dark but your eyes are getting used to it. When you get to the kitchen you let out a scream. “Fucking hell, Conrad, why do you always have to scare me like that?”

“Sorry.” He chuckles. His face is lit by the light of his phone screen. He’s sitting at the kitchen table, in his right hand he holds a beer. As he pockets his phone you switch on the light. “What are you doing up?” You feel like you’ve gotten caught. “I should ask you the same question.” You answer. “But uh- I was actually getting a glass of water because I can’t sleep.” Walking over to the kitchen counter, you feel his eyes on your back. You remember you have your oversized Cousins t-shirt on. Hoping the t-shirt is long enough for him not to see the panties you’re wearing underneath, you open up a cabinet. Nope, that’s not where the cups are. You open another one. Again, not the right cabinet. Your right hand is on yet another cabinet, but when you want to open it, his hand blocks it. “That’s not the right cabinet.” You didn’t notice him walking over, his hand so close to yours is a surprise. He is standing really near you. His body almost touching yours, spooning you. His muscular arm, that was just holding a beer, now almost around you. You can feel his body warmth. His breath in your neck. If you turn around now, your lips would touch. That’s how close he is. You know that he’s thinking about it too. You shiver and breath out as you say: “Then, which one is it? Where can I find a damn cup in this house?” You almost sound desperate, and maybe you are. Desperate to get out of this situation, but also desperate to feel his lips on yours. He grabs you by the waist. God, this is not helping. Your feelings are all over the place. You feel your knees weaken. He leads you to the other side of the kitchen. “It’s that one.” He nods his head to the cabinet in front of you. You mumble a thanks. He takes a step backwards, suddenly you feel cold without him near you. You reach out to get a glass from the top shelf. Your t-shirt moves up a little, revealing a slight bit of your panties. Shit. You tuck your shirt down again. A little embarrassed, you walk over to the sink and fill the glass with water. You turn around and lean against the kitchen counter. He looks at you with his deep blue eyes. He’s grinning from ear to ear. You don’t know why, but then you remember that he probably saw your panties. After about a minute of silence, which feels like an eternity looking in each others eyes, you break the silence with a tender voice: “Thanks for letting me stay here, Conrad.”

“Well, your brother didn’t really leave me much choice.”

“But you did want me here, right?” You feel disappointed. “Sure.” He shrugs.

“Sure? Well that’s convincing. Damnit, Conrad. One moment I feel like you like me, and the next you’re just someone who’s stuck with me and has no other choice.” You are starting to feel anger rising in your chest.

“What can I say?” He laughs uncomfortably. His grin disappears when you answer: “You don’t have to say anything. Just choose. Do you want to be a jerk to me, or do you want to admit that you love me?” This question took him by surprise. “You can’t just choose those things!” He was shouting now.

“Yes, you can. So either you make a decision, or i’ll do it for you.”

He stares at you in disbelief and scoffs. “I can’t believe it. You turned a nice night into one I don’t even want to remember.”

Now it’s your turn to be in disbelief: “Why don’t you grap another beer? That’ll make you forget!” Your tone is sarcastic. “And by the way, I didn’t turn this night into anything. You did all the stirring of this fucking rollercoaster where people come out all sick and messed up from.” He doesn’t say anything anymore. He knows that you’re right, but doesn’t want to admit it. He opens his mouth, and then closes it again. Then he opens it again: “I’m going to bed, y/n.” It sounds almost sad. “Of course, how could I possibly think that we can have a serious conversation without you running away?” You say it to an empty doorway because he’s already gone. Leaving you in the kitchen all by yourself. Suddenly you feel very tired, and when you get upstairs to your room you fall asleep in no time.

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The music is throbbing in your ears. You’re walking around the room, looking for someone to talk to. There is a party at your house, but for some reason you don’t know any of these people. Well, except for Dean, Max and Conrad of course. But Dean is busy with some girl and you're pretty sure it is Max who is singing loud into the karaoke microphone in the other room. So that leaves you with Conrad, but you two haven’t spoken after the fight one week ago. It’s pretty impressive actually, how you can ignore a roommate for that amount of time. And even if you weren’t saying only the bare minimum to each other, you don’t see him anywhere. You maneuver your way through the crowd, walking to the bathroom. There are a few people waiting so you go to the upstairs one. Once you get there, the door is locked. You wait a few minutes before you start to get impatient. You bang on the door: “Please hurry I need to pee very badly!”

There’s no answer, you bang and try to open the door again. “Hello? Open the fucking door!”

While you’re still banging, the door opens and you see the face you least expected. Before you get to say anything his hand grabs yours. He glances around the room, to see if anyone is looking, and then pulls you into the bathroom and locks the door. “Conrad, what are you-" The sound of your voice dies when you look into his deep serious eyes. Still holding your hand he takes a step closer. He tugs a strand of hair behind your ear and leaves his hand on your jaw. “It’s always been you, y/n. You know it is. Even when I don’t show it sometimes.” You look from his eyes to his parted lips and back. His checkered blouse is unbuttoned, exposing his white t-shirt. His hair is in front of his face. You breath fast. Your heart is pounding. Just when you think he can’t get closer to you, his lips touch yours. A tingle runs through your whole body. Automatically, you start kissing back. Your hand moves to the the back of his head, running through his hair. He puts his hand on your waist. You think this is too good to be true. You started off tender, but now you’re both untamed. Your mouth parts and his tongue slips through. He pushes you against the bathroom door with a loud bang, it doesn’t hurt. Your breathing is heavy. His mouth moves to your neck and chest. His hands are exploring your body. You let out a moan and bring his head up again. Looking deep into his eyes. God, you think, you could drown in those eyes. His expression is needy and questioning. “I want you to want me.”

“I do want you.” He says sincere. And that’s all you needed to hear before you kiss him again.

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cuddly affectionate hcs

a/n: what is up my crunky crew. i wanted a hug so i wrote this

tw: mention of horniness w/ illi, very very slight angst (mention of a fear w/ yancy), swearing + use of the word whore (not in a negative way)

🖤 Dark 🖤

this man acts like an actual housecat

he acts all uninterested about affection at first and probably teases you a little if you ask him for hugs

but as soon as you actually do hug or cuddle him? oh my god hes so touch starved he is not letting you go

he didn’t realise just how much he needed soft and romantic affection, it had been years

once he knows how much he actually likes hugs, he will just find you during the day and hold you

even if you’re busy, hes still gonna hold you

but only in private; he doesn’t like pda unless its hand holding or just a quick kiss

but as soon as you’re alone? it’s cuddle time babeyyyy

he likes resting his chin on your head or shoulders, especially with you in his lap

he will start subconsciously stroking your arms or waist if you’re laying down with him

he might purr…. if you get him relaxed enough

but be sure to never bring it up because he’ll try to conceal it next time

poor boy is embarrassed, bless him

💙 Damien 💙

he absolutely NEEDS cuddles when hes tired

you can easily get him to stop working and come to bed by just texting him “come cuddle?” he will be there in seconds

he loves to lay on you while you play with his hair

he will fall asleep in 5 minutes if you pet him honestly

is also like a huge cuddly house cat that constantly needs affection (Dark gets it from him)

he loves to hold hands

the size difference, the touch of your skin, just the image of your hand in his gives him butterflies

if your hands are ever remotely cold he is just !!! darling !! i must warm your hands up :))

he does like pda, but it’s best to keep things appropriate since he’s mayor and all

but he still can’t stop himself from holding your hand no matter who’s around

❤️ Actor ❤️

this man is so needyyyy

you often wake up with him half way on top of you fast asleep

he has cuddling stages during the night

usually you’ll go to sleep spooning or with your head on his chest

then if you wake up during the night he’ll be clinging to you like a koala (good luck trying to get up to pee if you need to)

and in the morning hes laying sideways over your torso like a beefy blanket

or hes just ,. on the floor. idk either man he just be like that sometimes

and if you can’t lift him up and put him back in bed, just join him on the floor

hell think its sososo endearing but is more concerned about your comfort

whenever you cuddle it will probably lead to making out

hes just so thirsty honestly

he loves spooning you and holding you tight

his favourite cuddle time is when he comes back from a day on set and you’re both sleepy and you fall asleep on the couch in each other’s arms

then benjamin wakes you and you both shuffle away to bed giggling

pda? oh baby! hes all about it

he does not care what anybody thinks he just wants kisses

but he will definitely adhere to your own boundaries

🤍 Yancy 🤍

you are this mans teddy bear

he hates sleeping without you now

if he’s on parole and you two live together/hes staying over, even if hes about to pass out on the floor he will not go to bed unless you do as well

hed rather fall asleep in an uncomfortable spot than get into bed alone

he holds you against his chest and kisses your head and neck so softly

he never holds you too tightly

he has a fear of accidentally hurting people, especially you, because hes so big and strong and rough but hes just a gentle giant once you get to know him

so he holds you so gently and sweetly as if you would break if he held on any tighter

pda he likes is kisses on the cheek and hand holding, not much more

he prefers keeping affection private, unless someone is trying to hit on you

he will literally just walk up to you and kiss you and smile at whoever was flirting with you

hes protective and doesn’t want someone taking you away from him

hell probably blush a little afterwards lol

💛 Illinois 💛

he makes a great pillow, honestly

his chest is comfy and warm and he puts his hand on your head if you sleep on him

is secretly a fan of sleeping with his head on your chest or stomach

he will never admit it but you have woken up to it multiple times

snuggling to keep warm on adventures is his favourite thing

hes pretty used to the cold, but if you’re not then he will gladly wrap you up in as many blankets as possible and hold you tight

he loves to fluster your and make you hide your face in his chest

he thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world

hes good with pda as long as you are

spooning often results in him getting hard oops

what can i say hes a horny guy

🚀 Engineer Mark 🚀

he needs cuddles so bad

hes stressed and works too hard and just needs some good love !!!!

he always peppers your face and neck and shoulders with kisses when you’re alone together

he wouldn’t mind a little pda but it’s all up to you really

he likes to let people know you’re together, with you being so strikingly beautiful and handsome and gorgeous

sometimes you have to remind him to keep it professional oops

“baby!! UM. I MEAN- CAPTAIN!”

“hey yn- AH, hey captain,”

“honey could you- CELCI GET OUT OF MY ROOM”

he doesn’t mean to be like that on purpose, he just loves you so muchhhh it makes him a little silly sometimes

🔪 Murdock 🔪

you would be surprised how much this man likes cuddling

cuddles and hugs make him feel like he’s protecting you and keeping you safe

he is secretly a little bit of a shy man with affection

he doesn’t do pda unless someone is flirting with you or making you uncomfortable

even then it’s just an arm around your shoulders or waist and a glare at whoever is speaking to you

in private he pretends he doesn’t need or even like affection, but when you do touch him he just melts immediately

he likes cuddling in bed facing each other, kissing softly every now and just being comfy and relaxed

he likes to shower with you; it’s not always sexual he just likes the vulnerability and warmth

he likes to go to sleep spooning you

he holds you pretty tight, not uncomfortably, but noticeably tight

you’re his teddy bear

🌌 God of Night 🌌

he ALWAYS wants you in his lap so he can kiss your neck and touch your thighs and waist

will show you off to the other gods every chance he gets and if there is no chance he will make one

expect cheek kisses every 4 seconds

if you’re a mortal, he would l o v e to spoil you and amaze you with all the wonders accessible to him

if you’re a higher being like him, he will constantly be ‘subtly’ showing off to you

(its not subtle AT ALL)

this bitch is the type to run up to you and spin you around and dip you down to kiss you in front of everyone

he is so smug too

hes like “everyone look at me. look at me and my SEXY ASS PARTNER. YEAH YOU WISH YOU WERE US. WE ARE SO HOT. FUCK YOU.”

is not afraid to stick his tongue in your mouth in public

an absolute whore honestly

he is all over you when you’re alone

just constant “darlingggg.. cuddle me…:(((“ he is silly

in conclusion: in public? mans is kissing you touching you showing you off and praising you. alone? DARLINGGG I NEED A HUG !!!!!

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Christmas (FANFIC)

A new chapter from my main series <3

(Yes Christmas chapter in November, but according to Mariah Carey it's already Christmas)

Christmas Eve had finally arrived at Krat, it was a beautiful night, filled with so many stars in the sky, the streets were filled with lights and decorations, it might have been night time but there was plenty of light surrounding all of Krat, Pinocchio was fascinated by all the decorations, it was almost like a competition of who could have the prettiest house or the prettiest business store, the snow gently fell from the sky. He wanted to take a look at everything, but they had to make their way into the hotel, Pinocchio was beyond ecstatic to arrive, he was carrying two suitcases, one for the gifts he bought and the other,

“Pinocchio, we are going to stay a few nights at the hotel, from Christmas Eve to New Year’s”

Pinocchio almost jumped with joy when his father had told him about staying at Hotel Krat for a few days, it would be wonderful, he could have so much time to spend with everyone.

The hotel was almost empty, everyone was with their families that day, mostly those staying were just passing by Krat, leaving the next day for their actual destination.

Pinocchio and his father were the first to arrive at the hotel, excluding Polendina and Antonia of course, next to arrive were Venigni and Pulcinella, lastly, Eugéne arrived “I didn’t think so many people would shop for weapons on Christmas Eve” It looked like no matter the business, they all have to deal with late Christmas shoppers.

Spring was there, wearing a fluffy red sweater, decorated with white deer, the cat was sleeping on top of the shelf at the reception, she would join them after her nap.

Pinocchio and his father got settled in one of the rooms, a queen size bed for each, by the bed table, there was a small box, decorated like a tiny bed, made specially for Gemini, “You can take it home with you once you return, it’s an early gift on my part” Gemini was happy that Lady Antonia had thought of him.

Once they had settled, they went into the same room that held Pinocchio’s birthday party a few months ago, the celebration was much like his birthday, talking about what everyone had been up to, they all exchanged their respective gifts, Eugéne was specially happy about hers if it wasn’t for the cold, she definitely would have been wearing it by now. Antonia gave him a long hug, this time it was her who didn’t want to let go, Polendina gracefully thanked him for his gift, Venigni was so ecstatic about the gift, after 5 minutes of singing praises to Pinocchio, Pulcinella gave thanks to the boy as well.

An hour had passed, and everyone was talking with each other, Pinocchio was starting to feel thirsty, there were so many bottles on the table with drinks, he knew a few of them were wine since he had seen wine bottles before, he was curious about how they tasted but his father didn’t allow him to drink, besides he had been told before that if you are thirsty its best to drink water, that’s something that would actually hydrate you, Pinocchio took a bottle with a transparent liquid, he didn’t give it much thought as he poured himself and entire glass to drink, he was so thirsty that he drank it all at once, it was odd, it tasted funny, it didn’t taste like water, at that moment Geppetto had turned to look at his son and began to panic.

“Pinocchio, that’s not water that’s-“

Pinocchio felt dizzy, and in an instant, he fell onto the floor and passed out.

“…vodka” Geppetto went by his son’s side, he was fully panicking now, Venigni helped him lay his son on a couch, Geppetto had to be constantly reassured that his son would be fine, that it might have been a lot of alcohol but he had dealt with a lot worse, after giving him a check-up, he was fine, well, aside from the fact that he was completely knocked out and that he most likely would have a headache in the morning though.

It was a shame Pinocchio was so excited for Christmas, “That idiot, why didn’t he read the label?” Gemini was frustrated, if he had been by his side when it happened, he wouldn’t have let him drink that, Gemini was the one to prevent Pinocchio from being careless, but he had been left behind with the others when Pinocchio went for a drink.

“Look at the bright side Geppetto, at least after this, he will never try to touch alcohol again,” Venigni said to lighten up the mood, Geppetto felt at least a bit reassured after that. Spring took the perfect opportunity to jump and sleep on top of Pinocchio, which made everyone fully relax after that, at least the whole ordeal was somewhat amusing.

“Who knows? Maybe if he gets married, he would drink at his wedding” Pulcinella teased, he was usually quiet, but when he did, he had the same aura as Venigni when it came to it.

“Oh please dear, he doesn’t even know Sophia likes him, someone would have to hold up a sign confessing their love to him and he would still ask just to be sure” Antonia knows that sometimes, men can be clueless when it comes to romantic advances, yet with her son, it was on a completely different level, even at the hotel, everyone could tell when Sophia had fallen in love with Pinocchio, sure, it wasn’t love at first sight, but as time passes, you could just see the change in her, and you could tell that Pinocchio had no idea about it.

“Speaking of Sophia, Geppetto, I believe you owe her an apology, with all those times you kept staring at them from afar when they were both talking”

“What? No, I didn’t” Geppetto tried to deny it.

“Oh Geppetto please, we all saw it, I’m sure Miss Sophia knew and didn’t just didn’t want to say anything” Polendina spoke up this time, he was always at the counter, so he would always see Geppetto spying on them from not too far away.

“I don’t know what all of you are talking about” Geppetto kept insisting, he didn’t want to admit it.

“To be frank, Sophia did talk with me one time, she told me that she found your overprotectiveness a bit creepy” Eugéne was on it too now, there was no point denying it now, Geppetto had no choice but to admit defeat.

“Okay, maybe I did… overhear their conversations from time to time, but I was just, worried about him you know? It’s not like I was only hearing his conversations with her anyways” There was a pause, and now everyone was giving him a teasing smile, Geppetto realized what he said.

“Wait, wait, wait, no, I mean-“ Geppetto’s face was red with embarrassment.

“My friend, you have to be honest with yourself, you are pretty nosey when it comes to your son’s life, maybe less now than before, but still” Venigni was being real, Geppetto might have come a long way, and he is proud of him for that, but it was foolish of him to not realize how he could come across as, besides, it was fun to tease him like that.

“Fine, I get it, I’m father of the year” Geppetto gave out a frustrated sigh, “I still can’t believe I was acting like that, I was such an idiot”

“Yes, you were, but I’m glad you came to your senses,” Antonia said. Geppetto laughed, sometimes, you just have to be humbled about your mistakes. Antonia was happy to hear him laugh, it was a sign of a new point in his life, he was no longer torturing himself with the mistakes he made, and he was no longer sensitive enough to not take a joke about his past behavior.

“Although, Pinocchio did all did all sort of strange stuff while on his journey” Eugéne was fascinated with the things he told her, also fascinated by his creativity, the weird weapons they made together were so much fun, and it was thrilling to make what you could with escarce materials.

“When will you give us the full scoop Gemini?” Pulcinella asked he was actually quite curious, and Gemini was the only one, aside from Pinocchio, who knew everything that happened

“You have no idea how many times danger came out of nowhere, it was as if we were in a horror story!” Gemini remembers all those times that puppets or monsters came out from a corner, or that suddenly ambushed them, or the many times traps have been laid out for them.

“Well, unlike horror stories, at least we all got to live by the end” Eugéne was so glad about that, thinking about it, it was quite a miracle they all managed to survive.

They all kept talking until midnight when they decided it would be best to go to bed, Venigni helped Geppetto carry Pinocchio back to their room, and lay him on the bed, with a few protests from Spring, the cat liked to take Pinocchio as her personal bed.

Geppetto covered his son with a blanket, he didn’t want him to be cold, and everyone else went to bed as well.

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Pinocchio woke up with a headache, he tried to get up, but couldn’t, so he sat down on his bed.

“Good morning son” His father was looking at him with a smile, “how are you feeling?”

“What… what happened? My head hurts” Pinocchio was confused, he remembered the gift-giving, and that he got up to do something, but he couldn’t remember anything else.

“You accidentally drank vodka instead of water”

“Is vodka bad?”

Oh his poor son has no idea, “It’s very concentrated alcohol, it can make you very sick, you drank some and passed out”

“Wait, no, what? I missed Christmas?!” Pinocchio started to cry. Geppetto sat by his son’s side, comforting him.

“That’s what you get for not reading the labels, what if it was poison?!” Gemini shouted at him.

Pinocchio wanted to say something, but he felt the headache getting worse, now even feeling dizzy. Geppetto knew this would happen, so he helped his son go to the bathroom where he began to vomit all of the alcohol out of his system. “I’m never ever touching a bottle of alcohol again”

Looks like Venigni was right. Geppetto rubbed his son’s back and held his hair, he helped him back to the bed, Pinocchio fell asleep again, Geppetto never thought he would see his son have a hangover, he felt relief that it was just that, with that amount of alcohol he almost thought his son would get alcohol poisoning.

In the evening, Pinocchio woke up again, his father gave him plenty of water to drink, he had to stay hydrated, he was starting to feel a little better, Pinocchio no longer had a headache but he still felt too tired.

Antonia came by the room to check on Pinocchio, she stayed by his side and gave him some coffee to make him feel better, Pinocchio was still crying about missing Christmas, so she decided to cuddle him, and spoil him a bit, he was being treated like a prince. Eventually, when he felt better, they went downstairs, the others were waiting for him, they compensated for what happened yesterday by talking for hours, until it was nighttime again, and Antonia had a surprise for her son.

“Pinocchio dear, these came for you yesterday, I believe it’s best for you to read them now that you feel better” Pinocchio looked at his mother’s hand, which was filled with a stash of letters, Pinocchio read them one by one, the first one was a letter from The Red Fox and The Black Cat.

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“Hopefully, this letter will make its way to your hands, we are sorry for not being able to be there by your side, life has been good, too good for us currently, I believe it’s all thanks to you, fate was too kind for letting us meet, and I know it will let us met again,

have a merry Christmas brother”

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“Dear friend, I cannot thank you enough for saving my life and giving me comfort in what became of my partner, I’ve gone back to my regular soldier duties, and hope I can protect others the way you protected Krat”

From: Belle

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“My friend, you have saved me, in more ways than one, I’m out there, finally living my life; I have to hide my appearance, but I am finally free now, thank you, for everything.

From: 826

PS: Still looking for an actual name!

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“Pinocchio, I must thank you for all you have done for me, I am no longer a rookie explorer, I am a real explorer, and you inspired me to become the best, I hope our paths may cross again.

From: Hugo

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“I’m still here, alive and well, don’t let those rumors trick you, and don’t be so stupid trusting others like me next time, take care boy”

From: Not Alidoro

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“Pinocchio, I must thank you for saving me, and for telling me what became of my love, after much time mourning, I have found love again, she isn’t a puppet this time, but I will never forget my first wife, and I owe the new life I’m living to you, have a merry Christmas.

From: Julian

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“Dear Pinocchio, that feels good to write, I’m glad I have learned your name, I thank you for saving me while at the Cathedral, I believe that you are an angel that God sent to save us all, and you succeeded, maybe the lord bless you, and your loved ones in all your endeavors”

From: Cecile

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“Merry Christmas, hope to meet you again”

From: Giangio

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Pinocchio felt an intense wave of relief, knowing that those he encountered on his quest were safe, although for some reason he felt a bit of unease reading Giangio’s letter, but he figured that perhaps he was just still feeling a bit ill, Giangio was a good guy after all, he was always so kind towards him.

The next few days, he spent by his family’s side, until finally, it was time for the New Year.

#lies of p #lop #liesofp #lies of p game #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p fanfic #lies of p geppetto #lies of p antonia #lies of p polendina #lies of p venigni #lies of p pulcinella #lies of p eugene #this is in ao3 too #ao3 link

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grace-lightwoodd · 9 months

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Lay my Curses All to Rest: Chapter 1

Read on ao3

Notes: Finished it just in time for the last day of gracetopher week! This isn’t canon compliant at all, and I have no idea how vampires work

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When Christopher woke up after he died, he was thirsty. It was unlike any kind of thirst he had known in his life prior, and he knew he had to sate it as soon as possible.

He groaned as he pushed himself into an upright position and off the bed, nearly falling over when he did. The world spun under his feet and grayed at the edges, and he took a moment to steady himself against the bedside table, squeezing his eyes shut.

When he had recovered, Christopher stepped towards the door, crossing in front of the window as he did so. As soon as the first ray of sunshine hit his skin, he yelped in pain and slinked back into the shadows of the small room. He held up his hand to see the blisters that had blossomed on the portion of skin that had been exposed to the light.

What in the angel’s name had happened to him?

Well, logically, he could put the pieces together in his mind, but what he failed to figure out was how such a thing had happened. And, quite honestly, he didn’t know what to do now.

Normally, one in his position was to turn to another of his kind for help. But, since all the downworlders were frozen in place—all but him, notably— that course of action was impossible.

A silent brother could help him, Christopher thought, before he remembered that they were all in Idris, and surely he couldn’t go there anymore.

So he did the only thing he could do: he waited until nightfall, hoping nobody would see him lurking around in the institute, and as soon as the sun dipped behind the horizon, Christopher snuck out and rushed to the lab at his aunt Charlotte’s house.

He arrived in record time, and he was halfway down the cobblestone stairs when he heard a soft voice echo off of the walls, unmistakable to his keen ears.

“…and I only wish I could have told you—that I care about you, Christopher. And I did not think that kind of feeling to be real. I thought it was a conceit of novels and plays, that one could… could want the happiness of another beyond even their own, beyond anything else. I wish I had understood it more when you were… when you were still alive.”

It was the kind of thing that normally would have made his heart seize, and it made him acutely aware that his heart wasn’t beating at all. He wasn’t breathing, either. How had he not realized until now?

“So if you are here,” said Grace, breaking him from his thoughts, “please. I’m so close, with the fire-messages. I’ve gone beyond where you were, but I haven’t found the solution yet. I need your help. The world needs your help. Please.”

He rushed down the remaining stairs and closed the distance between them, lightly putting a hand on her shoulder. “Grace,” he said, wincing at how hoarse his voice was.

He heard her breath catch as she turned around, her eyes wide as she stared at him. “Christopher? How are you—“

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, offering her what he hoped to be a comforting grin. “You invented ever-burning Valium, Grace! Well done!”

She nodded, but her delicate features were twisted in some sort of unpleasant emotion that Christopher couldn’t quite place. She was staring at his mouth, he realized, and he became painstakingly aware of the sharp fangs that had protruded from his teeth.

He closed his mouth at once, but her gaze never faltered from him. “A vampire,” she muttered. “How curious.”

Christopher forced himself to turn away from her and towards the desk. “So. The fire messages.”

Grace cleared her throat, seemingly broken from her reverie. “Yes. Do you have any ideas?”

“Do you?”

“Well, you’re the scientist, aren’t you?”

“And you think that you aren’t?” He made a sweeping gesture in the direction of all of the scattered papers. “Look at what you’ve accomplished, Grace. You have gotten so much farther than I ever could. You only need to believe that you can solve it. And you can. You are a natural scientist, and a solver of puzzles. All you have to do is silence the voice in your head that says you aren’t good enough, that you don’t know enough.”

While he spoke, Grace had begun to rummage through the notes, carefully examining each page as if trying to find the missing piece of the puzzle in her hands. She stopped abruptly, turning to Christopher with a new light in her eyes. “It’s not the runes. It’s not the chemicals, either. It’s the steles.”

“It makes sense. As they are now, the steles themselves are unable to perform the task we need.”

“But if we added a communication rune, they could.”

Christopher grinned. “See? I knew you could do it.”

But his smile faded as a new wave of nausea crashed over him, his vision blurring as he struggled to maintain his balance. He reached out for something, anything, and Grace caught him, leading him to a chair.

“How long has it been since you woke up?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed in something akin to concern.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Six hours, perhaps?”

“Have you had any… er…. sustenance?”

“No. I’m still trying to figure out what to do, in that department.” He didn’t tell her how desperately he needed something to ease the constant burning in his throat, how he had grown physically weaker with every passing minute that he denied himself, how his head felt as though it had been pumped full of helium.

She must have known, somehow, because she wordlessly offered him her wrist, giving him a slight nod. An invitation.

And as much as every part of his body wanted him to jump at the opportunity while he had the chance, he forced himself to take a step away from her, shaking his head. He wouldn’t let himself take advantage of her like that, he told himself, no matter how desperate he was. He wouldn’t hurt her.

“Grace, no, I couldn’t possibly—“

“Well, you’ll die if you don’t, and I won’t let that happen. Not after I just got you back.”

Christopher knew that he should have protested again, but he also knew that she was right. He was becoming weaker and more lightheaded by the moment, and here she was, offering him the cure to all of his ailments. Who was he to deny her?

“You can take as much as you need,” she said, and that was the only invitation Christopher needed.

As gently as he could, he took hold of her arm and lifted the pale skin of her forearm to his mouth, sinking his teeth into her flesh and drinking.

He faintly registered a light cry of pain as the relief washed over his body. He pushed himself away from her as soon as his nausea subsided, unwilling to take more than the absolute bare minimum. He averted his gave from her, unwilling to look her in the eye. “I’m sorry,” he said.

She shrugged, moving past him to grab a handkerchief. She pressed it to the new found to stop the bleeding “It’s fine. It barely even hurt. Vampire saliva acts as an anesthetic, remember?”

“I’m still drinking your blood. Which, might I add, is a whole issue in and of itself. I should be dead. Logistically speaking, I shouldn’t even be a vampire, and yet somehow, I am. I don’t understand it. I never went through a fledgling phase, I was never buried, but still, for all intents and purposes, I’ve become a vampire.”

“Maybe it was the poison that triggered the transformation.”

“But that wouldn’t have made me a fully-fledged vampire. It just doesn’t make sense.”

“It doesn’t need to. Not everything has an answer, you know.”

“That’s because no one has found one, yet.

“Then we’ll find one,” said Grace. “Look, I understand your curiosity, and your need to have all the answers, and it’s admirable, but right now, the sun is about to rise. You probably ought to go, so you’re not trapped here until sunset.”

“Well, I don’t exactly have anywhere to go.”

“What about the Hell Ruelle? At least until all the downworlders aren’t frozen anymore, you can stay there undetected.” She paused. “Wait, how aren’t you frozen? If you’re a vampire now—“

“I don’t know,” Christopher said. “I don’t— I don’t know much of anything, anymore.” He stopped, forcing a smile onto his face. “But, hey, at least we got the fire messages issue solved, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Have a good night, Grace. Or, er, a good morning.”

“You should come back tonight,” said Grace. “So that we can finish the fire-messages, I mean.”

Christopher smiled. “I’ll see you then.”

—

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Sakamaki Prologue

ー The scene starts in front of the Sakamaki manor

Yui: ( Pwew...Today was yet another exhausting day. )

( But I’m all done with my midterms now, so I suppose I’ll relax in the bed for a bit before hitting the hay early. )

*Caw caw caw*

Yui: ( Hm...? Where is this noise coming from...? )

*Caw caw caw*

*Flap flap*

Yui: ( Ah! A bunch of crowd have gathered on top of the manor’s roof. )

*Caw caw caw*

Yui: ( It’s not just one or two either. It’s kind of unsettling how they’ve all flocked together. )

( They say that crows are the messengers of death, so it’s giving me bad vibes. )

( ...I better hurry inside. )

*Caw caw caw*

Ayato: Yo, Chichinashi!

Yui: Wah!

Ayato: Hehe, lame-o. What are you pissin’ your pants for?

Yui: Geez...

( How could I not get startled when someone suddenly calls my name? Anyway, there’s a more important matter at hand now... )

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Ayato-kun, there’s a bunch of crows on top of the roof...

Ayato: Ah?

*Caw caw caw*

Ayato: Hmー And what’s the issue with that?

Yui: ( I doubt he’ll understand if I try to explain to him that it foretells misfortune. )

Ayato: Now that you mention it, crows like to peck at the corpses of dead people, don’t they?

Yui: God, stop it...

( They really are creepy. I just hope they’re not on the balcony as well... )

*Woosh*

Yui: Huh?

( They’ve all vanished in thin air. How...? )

Ayato: Hm? Look, they’re gone.

Yui: Yeah. But I didn’t hear them flying away, did you?

Ayato: I guess not. But you were creeped out by them, no? In that case, you should be happy.

Yui: ( I am but...No, I guess he’s right. )

( I’ll just forget about it and head inside. )

ー They enter the manor

*Thud*

Yui: ( Phew. Now that I’m inside, I feel safe... )

Ayato: ...Wait.

*Rustle*

Yui: !

ー Ayato pins her against the wall

Yui: ( Ayato-kun has got me pinned in place!? )

Ayato: I got thirsty while listenin’ to your borin’ chit-chat. ...So let me suck your blood.

Yui: Eh?

*Rustle*

Ayato: You’ve only got yourself to blame for spreadin’ that delicious scent of your blood...?

Yui: No, stop...!

ー Shuu enters the room

Shuu: ...You’re in the way.

*Rustle*

Ayato: Woah!?

*Thud*

Yui: T-Thank you...

Shuu: ...Why are you thanking me? Move aside already.

Yui: My bad...

*Rustle*

Ayato: Oi, Shuu! Fuck off! Don’t get in my way!

Shuu: Shut up...You go ahead and enjoy your time on the floor for a bit.

ー Shuu walks away

Yui: ( I should probably keep quiet and follow Shuu-san, huh? )

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Shuu: ...

Yui: You got back a little late. Did you stay behind at school?

Shuu: The exact opposite. I got out early, so I had the limousine drive me to the CD store.

Yui: ( So that’s why we had to go home on foot today... )

Shuu: More importantly, don’t you think it’s time you lay it off?

Yui: Eh?

Shuu: You really are a slut to offer your body to someone out in the open like that.

Yui: Y-You’ve got it all wrong! Ayato-kun forced himself on me...

Shuu: I wonder...

ー He leans in close

Shuu: It’s your fault for leaving yourself vulnerable, no...?

Yui: Cut it out, please!

Shuu: Hehe... ...?

ー Shuu almost bites her, but stops at the very last second

Yui: ( ...Huh? )

ー He steps back again

Shuu: ...

Yui: Um, is something the matter?

Shuu: I thought I could sense someone on the staircase.

Yui: Eh?

Shuu: ...

ー Shuu walks away

Yui: ( I didn’t notice anything but Shuu-san seems very concerned about it...That’s strange. )

ー He returns

Yui: ...Was someone there?

Shuu: No...Did I just imagine it? But that doesn’t make sense...

Reiji: It appears that you have returned home.

Yui: Yes. Welcome back to you as well, Reiji-san.

Reiji: I returned home quite some time ago. I had simply stepped outside for a bit to fetch these flowers to decorate the dining room.

Yui: I see.

Shuu: Are the other guys home too?

Reiji: Good question. However, most likely...

ー Ayato bursts into the room

Ayato: Shuu! Take responsibility, you bastard!

Shuu: Hah?

Ayato: I hit my head when you kicked me earlier! It still hurts!

Shuu: Not my problem.

Ayato: Aah!? Can’t you see this bump on the back of my head?

Shuu: I can’t. Nor am I interested.

Ayato: Haah!?

Reiji: Good grief. Excuse me, could you please hold these roses for me?

Yui: Sure...?

Reiji: Please help me arrange them. I shall go get a vase, so go ahead and make your way to the kitchen.

Yui: Okay.

ー The scene shifts to the kitchen

*Pssh*

Yui: ( Now to put the stems in the water... )

( This should do. To get a clean end result, I suppose I should trim them one by one, huh? )

*Snip*

Yui: ( They smell lovely...It’s relaxing. )

???: Such wonderful flowers.

Yui: ?

( What? I heard...an unfamiliar voice just now. )

???: Fufu. Nice to meet you. My name isーー

ー Reiji enters the kitchen

Reiji: My apologies for the wait.

Yui: R-Reiji-san! There’s someone behind me...!

Reiji: ...What are you saying? There is nobody.

Yui: Eh...?

( No way...I could hear a voice loud and clear...So how? )

Reiji: You seem completely out of it. (1) Such a strange girl you are. More importantly, did you manage to snip the stems of the flowers?

Yui: Um...I’ll hurry up, okay?

*Snip snip*

Yui: ( I can still hear his voice echoing in my head...I can’t calm down. )

*Snip*

Yui: Ow!

( I cut my finger... )

Reiji: ...This happened because you let your mind wander.

Yui: I-I’m sorry...

Reiji: Good grief...Show me.

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Eh...? )

ー Reiji licks her finger

Reiji: Nn.

Yui: ( Ah...! )

Reiji: ...I am only doing this to speed up the healing process, so please do not put any weird ideas into your head.

Yui: ( R-Right. Stay calm, relax. )

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: You appear to be in a daze. Is everything alright?

Yui: Yes...U-Um, are you positive there was nobody standing behind me earlier?

Reiji: Yes. What on earth happened for you to be so shaken up by it?

Yui: Somebody whispered in my ear from behind. But then they disappeared almost instantly...

Reiji: It sounds to me like one of my brothers pulled a prank on you?

Yui: I hope so...Um, do you know who else is at home right now besides Shuu-san and Ayato-kun?

Reiji: I got back first. Then Ayato, Shuu and yourself followed afterwards.

Yui: ( Then the person Shuu-san sensed was not one of his brothers...? )

Reiji: ...There appears to be something else plaguing your mind?

Yui: ( I suppose there’s no point in fretting over it all by myself. I’ll consult with Reiji-san instead. )

Actually...

ー Yui tells him the whole story

Yui: ...In other words, I believe that an outsider might have made their way into the manor.

Reiji: However, I do not sense any intruders. It is only you and members of this family at the manor right now...

Yui: I see...

Reiji: Perhaps you are simply exhausted from letting your imagination run wild? I shall pour you a cup of tea, so please try and relax.

*Pssh*

Yui: Thank you very much...

ー Kanato enters the kitchen

Kanato: So this is where you’ve been...You are not getting away again.

Yui: Eh...?

Kanato: What did you do to my sweets? ...You’re the one who ate them, aren’t you?

Yui: Eeh!? I’m not!

Reiji: What are you making a fuss over this time?

Kanato: The cookies and candies I kept in my room have disappeared...I had put them aside to enjoy later...

Yui: Wait. I came home not too long ago and came here straight away, so I haven’t even been to your room?

Kanato: ...Then who ate them?

Yui: I don’t know that...

Reiji: Couldn’t it be that you have simply forgotten that you ate them yourself?

Kanato: That’s impossible. The cookies were the fancy kind I got in the Demon World ...I cannot let this slide.

Reiji: ...There’s some pudding I made earlier over there if you’d like. Why not have some of that instead?

Kanato: ...I will.

Reiji: Well then, here’s one for you as well. ...You could use something sweet to relax, no?

Yui: Thank you very much. However, I am not yet done arranging the flowers so...

Reiji: I will take it from here. (whispers) ...Therefore, please lead Kanato away from here. I cannot concentrate on work when he is constantly crying about.

Yui: ( I see... )

Kanato: Hey, let’s get going already.

ー The scene shifts to the dining room

Kanato: ...You’re not going to have any?

Yui: Yeah...You can have it if you’d like.

Kanato: I see. In that case, I’ll be so kind as to eat it for you.

...

Yui: ( I’m glad he calmed down. Anyway, I wonder what happened? )

Kanato: ...The candies I had put aside were pudding-flavored.

Yui: I see...

Kanato: As good as this actual pudding may be, it disappears as soon as you swallow. That’s why I would have preferred the candies...

I don’t know who is behind this, but once I find the culprit, they aren’t getting away with it.

Yui: ( I doubt anyone will be able to fess up in front of such a menacing look...Anyway, I am curious who could be behind it? )

( However, the only people at home were myself, Reiji-san who was with me, and Shuu-san and Ayato-kun who were quarreling. )

( Other than that... )

ー Yui recalls the strange voice

???: Fufu. Nice to meet you. My name isーー

Yui: ( ...It can’t be, right? )

Kanato: ...

Yui: Ah, geez, you’ve got caramel sauce stuck on the corner of your mouth.

( Um, I’ll wipe it off with a napkin... )

...There, all gone.

Kanato: ...haven’t I?

Yui: Eh?

Kanato: I’ve told you to stop treating me like a child, haven’t I!?

*Smack*

Yui: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.

Kanato: Then at least wipe it off in a more adult-like fashion. For example...

ー He leans in

Kanato: You could bring your lips to mine like this and lick it off? ...You can do that, can’t you?

Yui: ( I-I can’t! )

*THUD THUD*

Yui: Kyah!?

Kanato: ...That came from upstairs.

Yui: I-Is everything okay up there?

Kanato: I bet it’s just Subaru going rampant again? Anyway, hurry up and continue.

Yui: Eh?

( I just can’t...Okay, in an attempt to talk my way out of this situation, here goes nothing... )

I’m worried, so I’ll go take a look, okay?

ー Yui gets up from her chair and runs towards the door

Kanato: Hmph...Nom nom.

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Yui: ( I just can’t get rid of this bad feeling. What if someone actually got into the manor...? )

( There just seems to be too much happening for it to be my imagination. )

( Um, Subaru-kun is... )

*Thud*

Subaru: You bastard! Whatcha playin’ at, huh!?

Yui: Wah?

Subaru: Hah? Why are you...? Che, did you happen to see anyone leave my room?

Yui: I haven’t...

Subaru: Then where did he run off to!?

*THUD*

Yui: Eeh? You’re kind of catching me off guard with the sudden question...

Subaru: ...There was someone in my room when I came home from school. And on top of that, this jerk had the nerve to take a look inside my coffin...

Who was it...He’s not getting away with it!

Yui: ( I guess it makes sense why he’s upset. )

Subaru: Oi, did you really not see anyone run away?

Yui: I didn’t, but you see...

ー Yui tells him everything which happened up till then

Yui: ( It’s all a bit vague because I don’t actually have a clear grip on the situation myself but...I wonder if he’ll believe me? )

Subaru: There’s no way someone intruded this manor. ...What are you pissin’ your pants for?

Yui: But...

Subaru: Che...But I have to admit that when I saw the guy from behind...I felt a weird presence.

Yui: Eh?

Subaru: I can’t put it into words very well. But something just felt off, like I could feel a shiver run down my spine.

ー Laito walks up to them

Laito: Hmm~? Seems like the two of you are really enjoying your talk over there? Let me in on the fun as well~

Yui: Wah?

Laito: So...I heard you were doing something inside his coffin which gave you the shivers?

Subaru: Haah? That’s not what I said!

Laito: Bitch-chan is really living up to her name, getting it on inside a coffin!

Yui: Eeh!? You’ve got the wrong idea!

Laito: There you go trying to hide it~ ...Mmh, I honestly thought you were about that age to start growing interested in such things.

ー Laito creeps up on her

Laito: But you know, if you wanted to have some fun in a private space, you should have invited me over. I’m confident I could give you the experience of a lifetime?

Subaru: You bastard...The fuck are you sayin’!?

*THUD*

Laito: Ahーah. Calm down. Reiji will get on your case again, you know?

Subaru: Che...Whose fault do you think this is...?

Laito: Gosh, a little teasing and you instantly lose your temper. ...So, what’s this strange presence you mentioned earlier?

Yui: You heard that?

Laito: Of course! You’ll fill me in on the details, right?

Yui: Yeah, you see...

ー Yui explains the situation one more time

Laito: Hm~ ...I see. Well, I can only imagine he’d be after one thing.

Yui: Eh...?

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: That would be...you, Bitch-chan.

Yui: Me?

Laito: Mmh. I’m pretty sure someone got inside to steal you away, you see?

Yui: However, it didn’t feel like that when I heard him talk...

Laito: Nfu~ He was just baiting you, you see? As a result, you’re curious about him now, aren’t you?

It’s his way to pique your interest, then as soon as you approach...He might just gobble you right up~!

I mean, you are a ‘snack’ in more than one way after all~

Yui: ( I can’t deny that it has been on my mind this whole time... That might be exactly what this guy wants though... )

( What now? I’m kind of anxious all of a sudden.. )

*SHATTER*

Ayato: Shuu, you bastard! Don’t be throwin’ shit at me! What if I get another bump!?

Shuu: Hah? What makes you think I’m the one throwing things?

Ayato: Then where did that plate come from!?

Reiji: That plate...happens to be part of my precious collection...!

Yui: ...

Laito: Something seems to be going on downstairs. ...I’m getting bad vibes from this, so let’s go take a look.

Subaru: Che...The fuck’s goin’ on?

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Yui: ( Ah...The pretty plate has broken in two. )

Laito: There’s no way Shuu would throw this.

Yui: ( I guess so. Then there must be someone in the house after all...? )

Kanato: Ah...I found one of my candy wrappers. The culprit...Subaru, it was you, wasn’t it...!?

Subaru: Geh!? How the hell did that get inside my pocket!? You’re wrong! Someone’s tryin’ to frame me!

Kanato: Shut up!

Yui: ( This really is odd. Something is off... )

???: Ahaha! You guys really are a bunch of fools. ...Don’t disappoint me now, will you?

Yui: !?

( Whose voice...was that just now...? )

Reiji: It appears...that someone has actually snuck their way inside the manor.

Ayato: Fuck, oi! If you’re there, stop hidin’ like a coward and show yourself!

Subaru: Che...Where the fuck are you!? Lemme punch you in the face!

Kanato: Give back...my sweets.

Laito: Seems like he made a run for it.

Shuu: ...What a drag.

Yui: ( It could be a Demon of some sorts...? )

Monologue

ーー Ever since Karlheinz-san vanished,

the Demon World has lost its absolute ruler,

throwing everything into disarray.

What had been kept balanced through his immense powers up till now,

was now spiraling out of control,

due to the disputes over who would ascend the throne as the next King.

The parties involved consist of:

The Vampires

The Wolves

The Adlers

The Vibora.

Those four clans.

On top of that, there’s also the existence of the First Bloods,

who have ties to all four subspecies.

From what I have heard,

several movements have been taking place all over the Demon World,

as a result of these parties fighting over the sovereignty,

which was previously in the hands of a Vampire.

Yui: ( ...Hold up, he seemed quite shocked when that man’s Familiar came to report everything, didn’t he? )

( I have a feeling that a lot of trouble lies ahead but...I’m sure everything will turn out fine in the end, right? )

( Exactly. As the one who inherited Karlheinz-sama’s powers, I’m sure he’ll... )

[ Choose Shuu ] [ Choose Reiji ] [ Choose Ayato ]

[ Choose Kanato ] [ Choose Laito ] [ Choose Subaru ]

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Literally he says that she seems to have been possessed/bewitched by a fox (spirit). This is an expression used to describe someone who is at a loss and has no idea what is going on.

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I have been thinking about this all day and now I am finally home and I can write it. So here we go, another Unexpected universe drabble. Don’t know what that is? Check out the fic here, and the last drabble here, and the amazing @wolfstarmicrofic that this prompt came from.

Slippy

Between recovering from surgery, the full moon, and pulling his stitches, Remus hadn’t really been able to do a lot of parenting stuff. Sure, Sirius and him spent a lot of time just laying on their bed with Addie between them staring at her in wonder, but that’s all Remus really did was observe. He held Addie and he fed her but most of the time it was Sirius putting the bottles together and mixing formula. Sirius getting her changed and ready for the day. Sirius keep track of naps and tummy time.

But the truth was it wasn’t just Remus’s injuries that were preventing him from taking more on a more active role in Addie’s life. He was excited, so so excited to be a parent, but he was also terrified.

“What if I drop her?”

“It’s a baby bath,” Sirius told him. “She’ll be lying down.”

“But what if I turn my back cause I forgot shampoo and by the time I turn back she’s drowning.”

“Well, this bath is designed specifically for that not to happen, plus she doesn’t really have much hair yet, and I’m gonna be right here the whole time.”

“I think you should do it,” Remus said and reached out to hand Addie back to Sirius.

“Hold on a minute,” Sirius said. “I have an idea.”

About twenty minutes later, Remus was sitting in his own bathtub that was only half filled with lukewarm water. Sirius was kneeling next to the tub with Addie in his arms. “Okay, I’m gonna pass her to you now. Just make sure her belly button scab doesn’t stay submerged in the water, but it should be too shallow for that anyway.”

“What if I lose my grip?”

“On the baby?”

Remus nodded, even if he knew how ridiculous he was being.

“She’s not a bar of soap,” Sirius said trying to hold back his smirk. It was almost endearing how nervous Remus was and how bad he was at hiding it. “Just hold her the same way you would if you were on the couch.”

Remus nodded, biting his lip as Sirius gently handed Addie over to him.

“Perfect,” Sirius said, and grabbed a hand cloth that looked like a duck, submerging it in the soapy water. “Now you want to tell me what you’re so worried about?”

“Did you know that baby’s can’t drink water?”

Sirius paused with the cloth on Addie’s back. “What?”

“They can’t drink water until they’re about six months old.”

Sirius went back to gently sponging their daughter. “And this is stressing you out why?”

“I didn’t know that. How the hell am I supposed to know that? What if I accidentally gave her a sippy cup full of water cause she was thirsty?”

“Remus - “

“I don’t know anything. I thought I knew how to take care of a baby but there’s all these rules and milestones and I haven’t had time to study.”

“Remus - “

“And - and what if there’s things I’ve already missed? And did you know we have to introduce her to food slowly cause what if she’s allergic to avocado or-or corn or something? And I don’t want to use my child like a human guinea pig.”

“Remus - ”

“She’s so tiny Sirius, so so tiny and she’s gonna count on me and you. And I can’t let her down, but I didn’t even know that I couldn’t give her water so maybe I already let her down. Not that I have given her water, but -”

“Remus,” Sirius said more stern now and it was enough to stop Remus in his spiral.

“What?”

“Look.”

Remus followed Sirius’s gaze down to look at Addie whose bright green eyes were looking up at him. She was smiling. She was smiling at him. She was smiling at her dad.

“H-has she done that before?” Remus asked.

“Nope,” Sirius grinned. “First smile all for you Dad.”

“Is she supposed to be able to do that yet?”

Sirius laughed. “I don’t think her smiling a little early is going to stunt her development, but yeah she’s almost a month and a half now so she’s right on time.”

“It’s been a month and a half already?”

“I know,” Sirius said. It felt impossible to try and wrap his head around the idea of what their world was six weeks ago. A world without Addie in it.

“She’s going grow up so quick.”

“She is.”

“Do you think - do you think that maybe I could try washing her?”

“Sure,” Sirius said as he passed the washcloth off to Remus’s free hand. “I think she’d like that.” And he sat by the side of his tub, watching his husband gaze down at their daughter like there was nothing else in the world and he realized he’d never get tired of this. He’d never get tired of watching Remus fall in love with their daughter all over again. No amount of planning could have prepared him for that.

#wolfstar #wolfstar dads #okay i'm a little obsessed with this #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar fanfic #wolfstarmicrofic

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dontwritemeoff · 2 years

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Soulmate AU with June; part 3

It’s that time again!! I’m guessing that this will be 5 parts but that remains to be seen lol I’m also kind of struggling with deciding how much of this I want to follow the actual storyline and dialogue and how much I want to twist to my liking so we’ll see how that goes!

TW: mentions of anxiety and worry

June clears his throat and says belatedly, “I didn’t know you were awake yet, how are you feeling?”

You ache all over, but especially in your head. You also feel hungry, thirsty, and nauseated at the same time. You’re not even sure how that works.

“I feel like I was hit with a ton of bricks.”

“That...isn’t far from the truth.”

You stare at him incredulously, awaiting him to elaborate on whatever that means.

“You don’t remember what happened to you?”

“I don’t remember anything, really.”

June looks shocked by that, then frowns. You feel the tension leaking over to yourself, but don’t really understand what that means. Maybe you’re just really empathetic?

“Nothing? What about your name?”

You think about it, so hard that you squint your eyes shut, rummaging around in the blank space that your mind is currently. And then you find it.

“[Y/N],” you say, breathing a sigh of relief, but pushing yourself to try and remember more. If you can find a way to remember that, surely you can get the whole picture. Then a piercing pain races through your head and you gasp, opening your eyes.

June winces like he also experienced some pain, but quickly his face turns concerned.

“I think that’s enough for now. It’s nice to finally meet you, [Y/N].”

You ponder on what he means by “finally” but your thoughts are cut off by June speaking again.

“You’re currently on board the Andromeda 6, I found you in the rubble after the invasion on Goldis. Does that sound familiar to you?”

While you mull the name in your name, nothing of particular familiarity comes up.

“Not really, no. Maybe I wasn’t from there.”

June pauses as if he hadn’t considered that either.

“Maybe you aren’t.”

A slightly uncomfortable silence falls over the both of you before June stands up quickly and motions towards the door.

“The doctor mentioned she wanted to see you as soon as you were awake, let me take you to her now before she gets mad that I delayed any longer.”

You nod, though that only hurts your head more. Tentatively you take a wobbly step out of your bed and slowly regain your orientation after laying unconscious for who knows how long.

At that moment, the ship lurches forward, breaking the weak footing you’d gained and you go crashing into June. He quickly reaches out his strong arms, enveloping you and pressing you into his chest. A warmth runs through you that is deeper than what June’s body heat could have transferred, your face heating up at the affection that floods your mind. Just as you think that, June lengthens his arms to set you back on your own two feet, avoiding eye contact.

“I-um- I’m sorry about that,” you manage to say, as you know you’ve clearly made him uncomfortable, even though there was nothing you could do about falling.

“No!” He starts, then softer he says, “no, it really is ok, just unexpected. I don’t adjust well to, um, surprises.”

“Then I’ll try to avoid them in the future,” you say with a kind smile on your lips.

June laughs lightly at that, eyes showing hints of care, before turning from you to activate the door. It swishes open and he sends you on your way to your check up with the crew’s medic.

Your first steps on Terranium are suffocatingly hot. It feels like the sky itself is trying to push you into the ground, and you squint into the hazy orange horizon as you desperately try to adjust yourself before you look weak in front of any of the crew. Yet, June steps in front of you, blocking most of the light and giving you at least a moment to steady yourself before you have to familiarize yourself with a new, and frankly scary, place. It’s as if he could just sense that you were overwhelmed, but after the past few days you’ve come to realize that he’s just a very perceptive person. Strangely so, but it’s not a bad thing.

You almost instinctually step closer to him as you and the crew approach an Arcnos that towers over you, and even has a few inches on June.

“Oppo is really friendly, don’t worry. They just say some strange things sometimes,” June leans over to tell you. You nod and smile at him, thankful that he’s with you while you encounter this strange environment. You have a feeling that you always wanted to travel, but you wish that you had a choice on where you got to go.

Soon enough, Bash is introducing you to the Arcnos, who looks you over with an indistinguishable look on their face, but you aren’t sure that you’d know what their faces are supposed to look like anyways.

When you enter the bar it’s almost another shock at how dark it is, just after your eyes had finally adjusted to the scorching light of a desert planet. There are smells both good and bad, and eyes that follow you as you walk deeper into a room full of people you never expected yourself to be entangled with. After sharing a decidedly unsatisfying drink with Calderon and Damon you wander where you think you remember June going, a curtain separating the room you’re in with the next.

As if you hadn’t had enough shocks for the day, the pulsing music and exorbitant dancers fill your senses before you can even react. Just has you had begun to expect, June spots you in the crowd and leads you to where he had been sitting. A sense of security washes over you as June’s presence is in your proximity again. Lingering in the back of your mind is also a sense of relief, yet you don’t know what you’d be relieved about considering you trust June to take care of himself just fine.

“Are you still overwhelmed?” He asks you, hands fidgeting on the table in front of him.

“Hm, just a little bit. I like new experiences, but I like them better when they’re spread out a little bit more. There’s only so much new that I can take,” you chuckle at the end to hide the tiredness from your voice. Your injuries were still healing to some extent, and it feels as though the last few days you’d been worrying for two people.

“We can go back to the ship if you like-” June begins to offer.

“Oh, no, that’s really not necessary, I wouldn’t want to end everyone’s nights early as no doubt they’d worry about why we left. If I could, I want to just sit here and listen to you if that’s ok.”

“Yeah...I can do that. What do you want to talk about?”

“Well, I want to know more about you. You know basically I can say about myself.”

June looks conflicted for a moment, furrowing his brows before setting his mouth in a line.

“What do you know about the planet Orion?”

You hear everything he’s willing to say about his past, which is admittedly still not much, but at least you have a place of origin to associate him with. When he becomes distracted by the chaos Aya is causing, you slip away to find others, not wanting to sour his mood with talk of things it seems he’d rather not relive.

The next time he sees you is outside the bar with Ryona. In the back of his mind he tells himself that he had been looking for her and that you being with her was just a lucky coincidence, but he knows that he rushed out to find you when he could feel the panic you were transmitting.

Seeing you face to face with a violent Kitalphan, scrap metal clutched in your fist, his instincts take over and he steps in front of you and Ryona.

“Is there a problem here?”

The Kitalphan just scoffs at him, “Not your problem, buddy.”

That sets June on edge, as you are his problem, for better and for worse, whether he’ll admit it to himself or not. He feels his jaw clench and the shoulders of his shirt become tighter as the Orionite in his veins picks up speed.

“Dude, don’t,” the Kit’s friend says, “he’s one of them.”

Horror flashes over the Kit’s face and they both turn to walk briskly away. Good, June thinks. Even if he’s cursed to be this way at least he can keep danger away from you.

“Are you both ok?” He asks, though he’s searching deep in his mind to find your feelings.

“Yes, are you? Is something wrong?” Ryona asks, noticing his tension. That allows June to get back on track for why he’d been looking at least for Ryona.

“It’s Ayame.”

At that Ryona makes a beeline for the door, you and June following close behind, ignoring the concerned silence emanating off the both of you.

You really shouldn’t have followed a stranger into an alley. Seriously, what were you thinking? Now that you can’t see him anymore and you’re out of sight of the crew, you feel worry creep up your spine.

Or maybe that was the knife being held to your back.

“Following a stranger into an alley is a really bad idea, you know.”

And you do know. But you also know that voice. You feel like you have to say something, anything.

“I’m [Y/N]-”

You’re spun around by your shoulders to face a man who looks so familiar to you, yet so distant.

“Your majesty, you’re alive?”

And the puzzle pieces of your clouded mind shift into place and you remember. God, do you remember. Your royal position, the man you loved standing in front of you, knowing that you’re not soulmates.

Soulmates.

You instantly know the feeling you had when you first met June. The secret to his perception. The feelings you can’t pinpoint.

Your eyes widen.

June.

#how do we feel about this #idk how i do!#but it's done at least #i am thinking at the least 2 more parts #getting into the good stuff now with that deep KNOWING pain #see you in a few days for more sadness!#june x reader #june a6 #june nyux #juniper nyux #june x traveler #andromeda 6 #a6

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pha-kyu · 1 year

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Umm never posted here before but thought that it would be neat to post my fics here.

So here ya go :D

This one is komahina featuring vampire Hajime. Enjoy ^-^

He was thirsty. When was the last time he had fed? 5 days? 6? A week? He didn’t know time was meaningless to him. He had learned long ago that to a being that had lived for centuries there was no point in keeping track. The only thing that mattered was his thirst. A newly turned Hajime would have been appalled by this line of thinking. He would starve himself to the brink of ferality so that he wouldn’t kill a human. But that Hajime was dead. He died when he met her . She had… changed him. Give him a new identity and made him into a ruthless killer that didn’t hesitate to take a human life. When he managed to break free of her control, he couldn’t go back to being the old Hajime no matter how hard he tried. If he was being honest at this point in time, he didn’t know who he was. If someone were to ask him who he was he wouldn’t know how to respond. Could he call himself Hajime Hinata if was acting in ways the old Hajime would have never even thought to? And his other name? Izuru Kamukura? He didn’t want to go by the identity she had given him. That wasn’t him. But could he keep denying it when he still retained some traits of that name? It was all confusing. So, he avoided the subject of his identity. Not like it mattered what name he went by. Nobody knew him. Everybody he has met since her had died minutes upon meeting him.

Which leads to his current situation. The reason why he was having this line of thought. The person he was hunting wanting to get to know him. He lay in bed a book in hand. He was wide awake despite it being an ungodly hour. His skin a sickly pale and his hair was white as a cloud. He started at him with his large, grey, expecting eyes. Not that he could really see him. He had made sure to stay out of his candlelight. So, he could see the human, but the human couldn’t see him. He has seen many humans over his lifespan. But very few could even compare to the beauty of the man in front of him. After a few minutes of silence, he asked again.

“Who are you?”

His voice was low, raspy, and breathy. It fit the owner very well. He liked the way it sounded. But the question the voice asked. It was simple. So why was he struggling to answer it? Could it be due to the shock of being asked in the first place? He wasn’t expecting him to be awake. Should he answer? Which name should he give him?

“It’s alright if you don’t want to answer. I understand not wanting to respond to a question from scum like me. “

Scum? Is that how he views himself? How peculiar.

They spend a couple of minutes in silence just staring at each other. Finally, the other spoke up again.

“Sorry if this question sounds outrageous but could you perhaps be who they call The Leech? The killer going around that slits the throats of their victim to drain their blood?”

“So that is what you humans are referring to me as this time around?”

“Oh, so you can talk! I mean, of course, you can how stupid of me to think that you couldn’t. But if you don’t mind me asking, what do you mean by ‘you humans’?”

“It is exactly as it sounds. I am not human.”

“I see. Interesting. So, have come to take my life?”

“And if I am?”

“I will gladly let you. I will even help you if you’ll like. Or course if you would even want to accept the help from someone as incompetent as me.”

“…interesting.”

“Hm?”

“Nothing.”

He stepped out of the shadows and into the candlelight allowing the human to see him for the first time.

“You’re really pale.”

“You’re one to talk.” He shot back.

The human laughed at that. He decided that he liked the sound of this human’s laughter. Maybe he should do it more often?

“Oh, I haven’t introduced myself yet! How rude of me. I am Nagito Komaeda.”

The human. No, Nagito has given him his name. He should return the favor. He is about to drain he could at least die knowing who killed him. But who is killing him? Is it Hajime? Or is it Izuru? Perhaps a mix? Then maybe a mixed name would suit this situation better.

“My name is Hajime Kamukura.”

“Thank you for gracing me with your name. But if you are to kill me then you should hurry the servants are bound to check up on me any second.”

He nodded he moved closer to Nagito. Nagito tilted his head exposing more of his neck. For some reason, this disturbed him. Don’t humans value their life more? Why was this so ready for him to die? These questions swirled in his head but were put on the backburner. He was thirsty after all.

He gently held Nagito. He lowered his head to the crook of Nagito’s neck and gently prodded the skin there. It was so pale and smooth. The smell he was giving off smelled so sweet. He couldn’t wait any longer his fangs slid out and pierced his flesh.

Nagito hissed but other than that gave no complaint.

“So, you’re a vampire? I guess I should have expected that. The way you kill is rather strange after aH-“

He was talking too much. He liked enjoying his meals in silence. Luckily Nagito seemed to understand and stopped his rambling.

His blood was so thick, sweet, and warm. He wanted to drink every drop, but he forced himself to let go. He didn’t want to kill him just yet. He unlatched his fangs and licked the wound to help it heal. He felt Nagito shiver at the contact. He laid him back down on the bed gently. Nagito stared at him with a dazed look the whole time.

“You should go to sleep. You lost a lot of blood.” He whispered into his ear.

“Whose fault is that?” he slurred out.

He couldn’t help but smile

Nagito reached his hand and gently cupped his face. He flinched at the contact but made no move to stop Nagito.

“You’re really handsome. And your eyes… they are something.”

He heard footsteps nearing the room. It would be in his best interest to go.

“I will be taking my leave now.”

“Oh, so I am going to live to see another day? How disappointing.”

He looked back at Nagito giving him one last look over.

“We will see each other again.”

“I will look forward to it”

He turned back around and leaped out the window turning into his bat-form midfall. As he flew away he listened to the conversation Nagito was now having with his servant.

“Master Komaeda I heard voices who were you talking to?”

“Nonsense. I can assure you that nothing of such was taking place here. Do you feel alright? Perhaps the lack of sleep is getting to you.”

“I- I have been getting very little sleep.”

“See? I suggest you have the day off.”

“Really are you sure?”

“Of course, I care about the health of my employees.”

Hajime was now too far away to hear any more of the conversation. That Nagito is a sly one. He would definitely be seeing more of him.

#hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #sdr2 #vampire #komahina #nagito #sdr2 hajime #fanfic

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linksthoughtbrambles · 2 years

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Her Firelight, Her Lightning-Rod

Part 53 of Link's Thought Brambles (Mature Rating - warning for extremely extremely strong suggestion of NSFW things).

Soooo warm. Cozy-comfortable.

Eh, stupid birds. Shoosh. Let a man snooze…

When’d I put jammies on?

Doesn’t matter. They’re FLANNEL. Warrrrrrrrm.

Burrow into pillow. Deep breath. Ahh.

Something smells nice. Green. Flowery fields. Sweet.

Odd. Isn’t it almost winter?

I hear the fire crackling, so yeah, it’s cold outside. I must be imagining it.

There’s another scent. Really subtle. Words for it? It’s her scent. Skin and hair and soft and light and salt and all the good things in the world wrapped up in one taste of her lips.

Well, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration. Food’s good, and she definitely doesn’t smell or taste like food unless she still has some in her mouth. But she does have a smell and I smell it, even through the flowers.

What flowers?

Rrrrgh. I have to open my eyes, don’t I? But I’m so comfy… I feel the call of the entirely self-indulgent post-long-sleep-nap.

…Link. You know when you stay awake long enough, even if you want to snooze, your stomach will stop you… right? You’re going to-

Aaaaand there it is. Get. Hungry. “Hphhhh.” Guess I have to open my eyes.

Oh! And there she is!

“Hello, sleepyhead.”

Oh my Goddess, SO MUCH JOY, WHY ARE THOSE WORDS SO AWESOME?! “H-hello! Good morning, I love you so much and I’m so happy to see you! Did you sleep on that chaise?”

“W- haha, my goodness! Yes, Link. I slept right here, waiting for you to wake.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to be here when you did.”

Look at her stretching like that! Her hair curving behind her like a windful sail while her fingers reach for the ceiling, her chest pushed out, the firelight flicking across the lines in her neck. I would do exactly that with my tongue. Push her hair back to let that fire touch more places. To let my lips touch them, too. Slow, tantalizing kisses from the nape of her neck up the back side, breathing in her hair, sliding my face against hers to where her lips are parted. And they are parted. For real, right now.

…But I must’ve had a rough day yesterday… because I don’t feel like getting up. I’d much rather lay here and watch her stretch by the fire. Or as the case may be, mess with the slate by the fire which is what she seems to be doing now. Doesn’t matter. I like watching anything she does.

Didn’t she say… all fuzzy… but… didn’t she say she wanted me to think about how I wanted her to touch me? When was that? OH.

Oh. …Are you reading this, Zelda?

Do you know I want to lick my way up your neck like the firelight?

But… damn… I feel heavy…

“First things first, Link.”

…Does that mean she was reading, or wasn’t she?

“You’ve had very little water since yesterday afternoon.”

Ooooh, ooh, I hear her pouring it and holy CRAP does my body want that, it’s making me sit up even though I’m an absolute wasteland of energy, why do I feel like I haven’t eaten in weeks?!

“Here-“

“GMPG- GMPG- GMPG- GMPG- GMPG-“

“Oh!”

“GMPG- GMPG- GMPG- GMPG- GMPG- GMPG- GMPG-PGHHH hHHHhhh hhhh… hhhh. Th-thirsty!”

“I oughtn’t be surprised. More?”

“Yes, please.”

“GMPG- GMPG- GMPG- GMPG-pghhhh. Hhhh. Hhh. Gmpg-gmpg-gmpg-gmpg-gmpghhh. W-wow. Gmpg-gmpg-gmpg.”

“Hmm. Hmm hmm.”

“Hh. Hh. What?”

“Your drinking noises.”

“Heh. How… how long was I asleep?!”

“Only about four hours. I imagine you woke due to thirst. Mipha said not to wake you, and also that you’d need food immediately. Here.”

“That’s one of those travel ration bars they make—”

“Indeed. Please eat it.”

Ohhhhhh. Pumpkin seeds, SO MANY PUMPKIN SEEDS! Oats, armoranth, cranberries, honey, and I’ll be damned if there’s not suet in that. These things are like concentrated energy-nuggets, and this is a particularly good one. Better than last month’s batch. All gone already?

“Yes, she said you’d be ravenous. I take it… from what I saw on the slate, that is… that you do not recall what put you in this bed?”

“…Uh.”

“…Should I help refresh your memory, or would you prefer to eat more of these in peace?”

“I… well…. both?”

“Very well.”

Travel bar two! Wwwwwater “Gmpg-gmpg-gmpgahhh.” Wow.

“Um. Do you… recall the blessing ceremony?”

“Gmpg-gmpg. Hhh-hh. Yeah, that was really nice. A… big surprise!”

“Hehe. Yes. Good. And… do you recall what occurred afterward?”

Oh. Oh yes… “You pulled me into a storeroom and kissed any sense I had right out of me.”

“Ah. Yes, that’s one thing. And… afterward, where did we go?”

“Well, we…. we….” Oh s@#$, Link. M-my Goddess. “…we went to the festival. The bailey.”

“… And do you-“

“You… don’t have to keep asking. I remember….” The arrow. Agony. Confusion. I… drifted off at some point but I still felt the pain. I can almost feel it now and and and my Goddess, I know what it feels like to have an arrowhead rip my beating heart on its way out of me and stop it dead and spill its blood directly into my chest holy holy holy please let me be able to forget that- the wound… it’s not… no, it’s not there at all. Not even a scar, is there? “Mipha. She healed me.”

“Yes. You survived the twenty-four hours needed.”

Good things. Think about good things, Link. “…Mom and Chee?”

“Oh, goodness. Asleep. Exhausted.”

“… and Mipha?”

“The same, I think.”

“But you stayed.”

“I did sleep—just not elsewhere.”

“The… flowers?”

“From Ria and Myrri.”

I should’ve guessed. “No brambles this time, huh?”

“I suppose not, nor prickly pods.”

“…You saved me.”

“Indeed, not. Mipha saved you.”

“No, Mipha healed me. You saved me. You killed the archer. You stopped Vayden from slicing my throat open with that bizarre weapon. Then you bashed him away from me with your bow. And then… then you stabbed me with a couple pen parts and saved me from choking to death on my own air. You never left this room, did you?”

“Untrue. I did leave to relieve myself.”

“Heh, alright, fine… you almost never left this room. And… uh… oh… you know what, I think I need the chamber pot.”

“Ah. In that case, I’ll leave you for a few moments. Here—the wash basin.”

“Thanks.”

This feels surreal. How can I be doing normal things like eating, drinking, and having to pee after the completely horrifying stuff of the last day and a half? Not that there weren’t some good things in there… but it’s like I entered the pages of a fireside horror story and now I’ve hopped back out… like it was nothing.

Not even a mark on my side.

Wow.

Uh. Wash basin, Link.

Someone… someone must’ve cleaned me up and gotten me dressed. Um. Oh... mom was here. In the actual morning when there’s sun, I’m finding her and giving her the biggest hug she’s ever gotten and I don’t know what I can possibly do to make up for the torture she just went through, but I think taking her to the nicest restaurant in town might be a good start. Flowers! Flowers, lots of flowers.

Back under covers. I… this is really weird, but I don’t think it’s my imagination. I lost weight, didn’t I? I’ve never had much fat on me, but I lost muscle mass. I can tell. My body wants me to conserve energy, stay warm, and eat some more.

Bar number three, I guess.

Knock! “I’m set, you can come in.”

“Better?”

“Much.”

“Good.”

…She’s doing the hand-wringing again.

I haven’t seen her do that since the morning in the tower. Squeezing her own hands hard on the windowsill. Worried about something. I picked up her hands and she trembled in mine and our lives changed in an instant. “Zelda? What is it?”

“Hhh- hehhhh.”

Sitting on the bed beside me. I feel where she’s dented the mattress. Wish I could feel her warmth. Lots of blankets between us.

She’s taking my hand. Running her thumb behind the knuckle of my index finger. Every tug of texture an arc of lightning to the muscles in my abdomen. I guess… my body’s okay with the amount of food I’ve eaten for now, because I’m suddenly much less hungry.

“I’m going to tell you something, Link—something I should have told you quite a while ago. I… I hope when I do, that you will be able to forgive me. But… please know, I shall understand if you do not.”

“…You’re trembling.”

“Y-yes.”

Hylia’s light. Whatever it is, she must think it’s real bad. I can’t think of a single thing it could possibly be. Something worse than her confession about killing Carok guy? She said she didn’t feel bad about it at all… thought it would upset me. She wasn’t shaking then. What could be causing this?

Is there anything… anything at all… that I wouldn’t forgive her for? I mean, realistically… would I be upset if she had lots of lovers or something like that? If I was just the last in a long line?

Yeaaaah. Yeah, I would. Would I forgive her? …Yeaaaah. But I’d be SO INSECURE. It doesn’t seem likely, though. Is there anything else that would even bother me?

I really don’t think so. “… Zelda, whatever it is, it’s okay to tell me.”

“Hhh. Hh. I- I lied to you, Link.”

?? “You… about what?”

Oh Goddess.

I… I’m an idiot, aren’t I? An idiot again. As usual.

I can definitely think of something really bad. Something that would upset me a lot.

She… doesn’t love me?

No. No, please don’t let that be it. Please, don’t.

Because I could easily see how maybe at the tower I misunderstood, and she didn’t want me to kiss her at all, but she enjoyed it, and then she got carried away, and then she said something at the blessing ceremony that I took too seriously and things were moving too fast and then I told her I loved her at the ball and then she felt like she had to say it back and then there wasn’t time to fix it because I got shot and I was dying so of course she couldn’t tell me she didn’t love me because it would upset me and…

And…

Please. Please, don’t let that be it.

Please.

“Hylia forgive me, I see the disappointment on your face already, Link. Do you… oh. Oh, I imagine you have guessed what this is.”

No.

…No…

Don't... don't you dare cry, Link. Don't you dare make her feel bad for being honest with you.

…I… meant what I said to her.

And it’s true even if she doesn’t feel the same way.

And… maybe she does like kissing me and wants to keep doing that, but she just overdid the words and lovey-dovey feelings part. Maybe. If I’m lucky.

But… either way… I’m hers. She has my voice. I gave it to her, and I meant it. So… say something, Link.

“I… um. Yeah, I mean… I can guess.”

“…Can you forgive me? I’ve betrayed your trust.”

Well… not exactly. I can see how you could’ve felt backed into a corner with this one.

“You don’t have to answer now. Take… take your time. For the moment, at least, perhaps one small consolation may be that the mystery of the birds is a mystery no longer.”

“…Huh?”

“The birds you keep mentioning- that you hear when you awaken.”

…Whaaaaaaat?

“Surely you’ve noticed you only hear them when I’m with you.”

…I do?

I do. Oh yeah, that’s weird, and it has absolutely nothing to do with whether she’s in love with me or not what the crap is she talking about and WAS I WRONG?! Was it not that?! Oh, please please please please PLEASE!

No, no, don’t get so excited, Link. Maybe, you know, let her actually talk before you decide what she’s going to say.

“When you- when you collapsed after the melee, we brought you here of course. I wanted to know the instant you woke. I realized I had exactly the means to accomplish that with the slate. I coded a notification in.”

Uhhh. The slate can notify you of stuff? That’s…. pretty cool. Don’t know how it would know when I woke up… and again this really doesn’t seem to have anything to do with her feelings for me and I am SO confused and tears in her eyes?! This doesn’t make ANY sense. Notifications from the slate? Why would that be a big deal?

“Link, there… there are no birds outside your room. There is no nest. The slate chimes if you… if you think… if there is a gap of more than twenty minutes.”

Huh?

If I-

Oh.

If I think.

If I THINK.

Hylia’s light.

She never shut it off.

Is that… is that all it is?! That’s… that’s… OH, things make SENSE! “You DID follow me. Into the northeast quarter below ground. You went there because I did.”

“Yes.”

Can’t help it. The left corner of my mouth, again. Pulling upward all on its own.

“Wh- why are you smiling?!”

“You followed me.”

“I did, and it caused a social catastrophe that nearly killed you!”

“Heh. Why’d you do it?”

“Pardon?”

“Why come after me?”

“Well, I- your thoughts on the slate. They’d disappeared overnight. I thought you’d come to harm.”

“So why didn’t you send your guard to check on me?”

“I…”

Those watery green eyes of hers just went so wide. She hadn’t even thought about it, had she? Just ran down there after me the first chance she got! “Were you going to rescue me, Princess?”

“Well. Yes, that was the idea should you be incapacitated below.”

“All by yourself?”

“I…”

There’s that absolutely unignorable eyebrow crease, arching down in confusion. Mouth opening like she’d speak but can’t find the words… closing… and opening again.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what I’d have done had I found you there.”

“…I can think of a few things.”

“Oh- huh-“

She’s still trying to figure herself out. Her eyes flicking back and forth like she’s reliving that entire morning. But regardless of what she might have done… she wanted to be alone with me when she found me.

ALSO- this has absolutely nothing to do with her loving me now. If anything, she had feelings for me earlier than I thought she did.

Right?

The left side of my face is just completely impossible to pull down, now. “Hmhm-” Woah- don’t giggle, Link. She’ll think you’re laughing at her. “Alright.”

“Alright?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s ALL?”

“Hph. Yeah.”

“You’re not angry with me?”

“Why would I be angry?”

“I lied to you! Told you the slate no longer recorded your thoughts!”

“And instead of getting me reassigned to the furthest reaches of the Gerudo Highlands, you’re sitting here, with me. On my bed. My hand in yours while you slide your thumb against my skin.”

And there it is. Her breath hitched. Just a little. Just enough to know it’s not my imagination. It’s not.

“And instead of siding with everyone else in the melee, you asked for—and accepted—my sword. Even though you must’ve known by then if you were still reading. You must’ve known Virn was right.”

“He was NOT right. You weren’t—LEERING at me or behaving inappropriately in any way. You- you-“

“You’re splitting hairs. He was right that I was watching you. And he was right about why.”

“Well. Not entirely. Cranberry dressing is quite tempting.”

“Pffft. Yeah. It is. Watching you eat it is better.”

“But certainly you… you must realize, Link… I lied to you because I wished to invade your privacy. I wanted to learn what you truly thought of me. I thought you despised me.”

“And you found out I didn’t. AND that I was madly in love with you already.”

“…Yes. Underhandedly.”

“…Okay. Underhandedly. But… Zelda, you don’t have to be… I mean, we already talked about this a little. You don’t have to be this… ideal person. You have my love, and my loyalty, anyway.”

“And perhaps you have given it too easily. I am not… do you not see- if you love me for who you believe me to be rather than who I am, it is not love.”

“So, what… do we need to hook you up to the slate so I can see your thoughts, too? Would that be enough?”

“N-no, of course-“

“I’m never going to know everything about you. And no matter how much you read that slate, you’ll never know everything about me, either. Does that mean you couldn’t possibly love me? Because you don’t know everything?”

“Link, I do love you.”

“And even when I thought you couldn't stand me, when you were giving me the cold shoulder and running off in Tabantha so I had to chase after you, I loved you then. This is much better--you loving me back. I'm not going to fuss about what made you change your mind."

“That… makes no sense!”

“Love doesn’t have to make sense. It’s a feeling, not a puzzle.”

“Yet I cannot help but feel that I don’t deserve yours. You would not have lied, would you? Were our positions reversed?”

“…I’m not sure. I… I might have. It would’ve been hugely tempting.”

“Truly?”

“Yeah… but realistically, I’d have given myself away pretty quick. I’d have been a nervous wreck.”

“Heh… heheheh… yes, you would have, wouldn’t you? I am a far better liar than you are.”

“…I know. But… you’re not lying to me now.”

Her eyes. Boring into mine.

“I am not.”

“And… just in case it wasn’t already clear—I forgive you, Zelda.”

“Hhhhh. Hhhh.”

She’s trembling far harder now. Far more than when she feared my reaction. I can feel it through the mattress. And the warmth filling my chest… the warmth of knowing she still loves me…

“I feared- I feared you w-would… would no longer-“

“Don’t fear that. Not ever.”

A tiny twitch of a smile.

She deserves to be a lot happier than that. A LOT.

Sit up, Link. You… you can do this. Her hair. Slide it across her back, fingers against her neck… rest her hair on her other side. Eyes on hers.

“…Unless you skipped some things, you know the last thing I imagined you doing on this bed.”

That tremor- so violent it shook the bedframe.

“…You do know.”

“Y-yes.”

“And you’re still sitting here.”

A set jaw and a raised chin. As if I was challenging her.

“Indeed I am.”

Calm. Stay calm, Link. “Later… you asked me to think of you. I never had a chance. But we’re here now. And if you want me to… I can show you how I feel… rather than just think it.”

I hear the tremors in her breath. So fast. Mine’s starting up, too, but-

Wait. Wait for her to answer.

“…Please. Please do.”

Please, she says. That’s more than just a yes.

Okay, Link. This isn’t one of your fantasies. She needs you to show her how YOU feel. Don’t expect her to climb on you and take control like she does in your head or grab you and… and tantalize you like she did in the storeroom.

And don’t lose your head, Link. You love this woman. Treat her with respect. You… can’t do what you did in that fantasy (and most of them if you’re honest with yourself).

Her dress. It’s minimal. It leaves her bare to the edge of her collarbone where it meets her shoulder. Right there. A gentle kiss pressed to her shivering skin.

“Link.”

“Too much?”

“Ha! No. You... do like to be certain.”

“I do. At any point—if anything is too much—tell me. The thing I want to do least in the world is hurt you.”

“Link, I frankly would allow you to take me fully here and now should you wish it.”

Breath! So insistent. I can feel my own heat puffing back at me from her shoulder. There’s that… darkness again. Like the tower.

Control it. Focus on her.

“I won’t do that.”

Another pressed kiss. Torturously closer.

“Mmh.”

“I don’t have to assure you that I want to.” And another. “Because you’ve seen my thoughts.” And another.

“Hhh-hh-”

“I don’t have to tell you I love you, either.” Another, only lips, just press, feel her shudder against them, don’t open, not yet. The nape of her neck. “Because you already know.” A little higher… and taste.

“Hh- ohh-hh-!”

My Goddess, I can do this to her with barely a touch. Be that firelight, Link. Almost intangible. My tongue… flickering upward. ”But I’m going-“ flick, kiss

“Oh-hh-”

“-to tell you-“ flick, kiss

“Mm-hh-”

“-anyway” flick, kiss.

“Link-hh!”

Flick, flick, flick, kiss-

“Hh-HH-“

-flick and dig my tongue deep, deep between those lines in her neck-

“Ohh-hh-Goddess, Link, my Goddess, p-please!”

Yes- yes, I’ll find all your sounds-

“Mm-hh! MM-HH!”

-I’ll drag them out of you with my tongue. Yes, yes- your head thrown back, just like that, I can go deeper-

“OhhhhHh! Mmh-mm-h-mmMmHH HH mmMMm!”

There it is, that senseless whimpering I was hoping for! More-

“MMh! MMh! Link! Link, please, please, please, please- please!”

My center pulsing. Desire- so- hot- so- immediate-

Don’t… don’t lose track, Link.

“P-please-“

You said… you said you’d tell her.

“Hhh-hh-“

You’ll have to put your tongue’s good work on hold… just for a moment. “I love you, Zelda.”

“Link- Link, I love you, too- please-”

Breathe.

“Please-“

Breathe, Link. Mouth at her ear.

“-please-“

That darkness in me wants to plunge itself deep inside her.

“-oh Goddess, please don’t stop-“

To pin her down so she can’t possibly escape.

“-p-please, Link!”

To tear her clothes from her and pry her open and take what she wants to give me anyway.

“HH-hh-mm-mm-“

Just listen to her whimpering. She wants it. She wouldn’t resist. She’d open and welcome me and consequences be damned.

“Link- please-“

Just breathing in her ear.

It’s driving her wild. A shudder with every breath.

She’d let me in.

I’ve never been so tempted by anything. And if she took control, I don’t think I’d be able to resist.

But this time… I’m in charge.

And I say I’m going to suck on her neck. Hard. Just beneath her jaw… so I can feel her pulse beneath me.

Now.

“hHHHH!”

Silence. She can’t even breathe! Pulling her skin into my mouth to lave at it mercilessly-

“h-HH!”

-and release. Kiss that spot, Link, kiss in apology- that was rough. “I- hope you liked that.”

“I d-d-did- hhhh-hh-“

Pulsing. Pulsing.

She has my hand in a death-grip. I’ll have to use the other one… caressing the small of her back and she’s arching up and I’m sliding so my hand sits curved around her hip, resting on the crease where it meets her thigh. My thumb moving upward and inward.

“Oh…”

She feels it. How much I want to reach further. To be more direct.

Not yet.

A kiss to the corner of her jawbone, open-

She’s released my hand, sinking her nails into my shoulder, it hurts, don’t care, she’s- her- other- hand- oh oh oh yes, do that- her hand… up my thigh “mmMm-mn-hh- Zelda-“

“Is this alright?“

It’s amazing kiss her reassure her chase her mouth, up her jaw, there, part her lips, part them with mine, sweet and reverent and pulling away each time, and each time she seeks me out again and it’s changing, it’s not just me anymore she’s meeting me head-on and searching for ways to catch more of her lips against mine and her hand, her fingers, her palm insistently exploring every contour of my thigh muscle, my Goddess I’ve never felt this need so urgently!

Our mouths- this angle- perfect, our open lips caressing each other in time, tasting heat and finally sealing completely- is it possible to taste lust? I swear I do, a signal that means this time, there’s no stopping- does she taste it, too?

My hand at her hip, it’s moving my Goddess it’s like it has a mind of its own, pressing, finding her hip bone, caressing forward and backward, letting me learn its shape-

“Hhhh!”

Her gasp- our mouths locked- pulling breath directly from my body, her thumb at MY hipbone, mimicking me, we’re so close, close to each other’s centers, and what the f#$* is wrong with you Link because now is WAY TOO LATE to start wondering whether one of the guards is right outside the door but I did, my sleepy wake-up brain forgot entirely-

“They’re not there.”

How did she know?

“Your eyes have wandered to the door, Sir Link, and you’ve ceased kissing me. I’m afraid that’s entirely unacceptable.”

Alone, we’re alone, pulsing-

What’s her sudden worried-face for?

“Un- unless of course you wish to stop here, in which case I ask your forgiveness. I have no intention to- to coerce you into-“

“I definitely don’t want to stop here. Do you?”

“No.”

Spread that hand on her hip wide, Link. Harder. Circles grazing the curve below her back. Lower. Her hand is moving just a little, she’s thinking about it, she’s thinking about it, isn’t she? Thinking about touching me somewhere else.

Have to distract her. I’m not ready for this to be over that quickly.

My lips, her chin, her windpipe, draw a line down, the hollow at the base of her neck, lower, lower-

“Ah-h!”

Just barely brushing the place where her breasts begin- I wish- the dress- it’s low for her, but it’s modest really, and this is as far as it goes but I can treat this spot with the reverence it deserves, licking and sucking little kisses into her skin while she heaves and Goddess preserve me, her hand just threaded through my hair and she’s holding me to her and I’m her servant, anything you want -

Her slippers just hit the floor.

“Link, I want to feel you against me.”

Pulse. Breathe, Link. Stay in control. “Feel me however you wish.”

Oh. Oh, she’s going to do it holy s@#$ she’s going to do it she’s on her knees on the bed, lifting one to rest on my other side, shifting forward.

Breathe, Link. Breathe- she’s on my thighs. Her hands on my shoulders- gliding up my neck, her palms, every contour again, she’s learning me, how I feel, how I’m shaped, thumbing my jaw, now- now one hand cradling me and the other- the other- she- she’s going to-

Her fingertips at my lips “hhhoh-“ this hand is mine now, I’m kissing it, every fingertip gets its own kiss, its own suck, teeth on the pads, every part of her needs to feel how much I love her, how much I want to please her-

I said… in my fantasy… I said… hold her fingers there, Link, against your lips. “Zelda.”

“Hhh-hh-“

Her arms suddenly around my shoulders and PULLING HERSELF IN AND “Zelda!” nononoNO, Link “ Z-! HH!” that was an involuntary thrust, Link, don’t do that, don’t give in completely “G-Goddess-“ her body flush against mine, I feel her everywhere thighs and up and I’m just her lightning-rod, shocks from her entering me everywhere going to ground again and again and again and do NOT thrust, Link, stay in control, if you’re going to do that do it because you mean to and not because you’ve let that darkness out-

H-her dress is not between us at all. Only two pieces of cloth. One of mine. One of hers.

She’s gathering me up in her arms. One tight around my shoulders, the other cradling the back of my head. So gently. Like I was still hurt. Pressing her breasts to my chest- even to my neck a little. Never in my life have I hated a shirt, but right now I’d like to burn this one myself.

She- she’s shaking unbelievably hard now. So, so, so tense. Her muscles are locked, aren’t they?

This… isn’t your head, Link. Soothe her.

Running my hands along her back, one arm circling her waist, the other curling up to her shoulder. Nuzzling her neck. A small taste of her collarbone. Of the hollow beside it.

“Hh- L- L- Link hh-”

Rub her back. Soothing. Kind. Not insistent. Ignore that lightning-rod.

”We can stop if you need to.”

“I d- do- oh- n’t want to stop. I just- I feel- paralyzed.”

Slide your cheek against her, Link. Love. Tenderness. Not lust. I mean… obviously I’m feeling a good deal of that right now, but love comes first. All the physical feelings… they can wait. “What would you like me to do?”

A whimper. A tiny rock of her hips jolting electricity through me lower, deeper, and around. I’m clenching. Well, too bad! It can wait.

Gentle hands. Full, soothing strokes along her back. One upper, one lower, palms and fingers spread wide. Back to closed kisses, Link. Just press. Draw a loving line of those kisses the entire length of her collarbone.

She’s rocking. Only a little. Major distraction, though.

Keep those hands controlled. Soothe. Calm. Kind. Loving. Up and down. Back and forth- OH!

That… that was unintentional… you made her jump, Link. Your pinky went a little lower there and… she liked it.

“Do you want me… lower like that, or do you want me to back off?”

”L-lower. Please.”

Find her lips to worship them with mine, and obey her. My hand against her, lower and lower and lower and-

“Mmmmm-mmmh-”

-she’s moaning into my mouth and there is absolutely nothing in all the surface’s green fields that could’ve prepared me for this moment when she’s moving in time with waves of building pleasure against me and I feel our heat growing and our muscles tensing and I want to run a hand along her belly and dig to feel her muscles there, to feel exactly how my touch is making her move deep inside, but I won’t, because she wants my hands behind her, grounding her, and I WILL do exactly as she wishes.

Can’t resist a little self-indulgence, though- “Is this pleasing you?”

“Y-h-h-es.”

“Do you want me to keep doing this?”

“YES.”

“…Then I will.”

And I do.

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Februabba 2023 Day 15: Sickness - Abbacchio Gets Down with the Sickness

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It was 10:30 AM, and usually, Abbacchio was awake, but he lay in bed with a bunch of balled-up tissues around him. Bruno was awake but tired due to Abbacchio’s coughs last night. Speaking of which, Abbacchio coughed multiple times, and all sounded painful.

“Are you alright?” Bruno worried.

“I’m fine,” Abbacchio answered, his voice raspy. He coughed again. “I’m more worried about you. I don’t want you to catch my cold. I think I have a cold. I don’t know. I’m not a doctor. Didn’t Sheila and Trish want to go to that Thai restaurant? Don’t let me hold you back, but make sure you get something for me. I never had Thai food before, so I don’t know what’s on the menu.”

“I want to be by your side, and I don’t might catching a cold from you. Besides, while you were resting, I asked Fugo to get some takeout from the restaurant. We’ll both have something to eat.”

“Then what are we going to do in the meantime?”

“I guess we’ll watch something on the TV.” Bruno turned the television on, and it was on the weather channel.

“Boring. Can you change the channel?”

He switched it again. It was on Spongebob.

“This looks like something Narancia would watch,” Abbacchio commented.

“You’re right.” He changed the channel. A bunch of people were in a hospital, and a doctor spoke to the patient’s family. They started crying.

“Boring. Try the History channel. I want to know what’s on there.”

Bruno switched it to the History channel, and the narrator told the history of Christmas.

“Oh my gosh. Boring!”

“I can’t think of anything else. Wait! I can make herbal tea. Trish had some tea bags in her room when we went shopping. She wouldn’t mind if a bag or two disappeared. Besides, you’re sick. She’ll understand.”

“How are you going to—” Bruno zipped the door open. “Oh, right.”

A minute or two later, the capo returned with two teas. “Hmm, Zesty Lady. I wonder what this taste like.” He tossed a tea bag to Abbacchio, who then sniffed it.

“It smells citrusy.”

“I’ll boil some water in a pot since we don’t have a kettle.”

Bruno brought out a pot, used the sink to get water, and placed the pot on the stove, turning it on. After the water boiled and cooled off, he poured it into the mugs and put the teabags. He brought them and sat down on the bed.

“Careful,” Bruno said as he handed a cup to Abbacchio. “It might be hot.”

He blew his drink before slowly taking a sip. “I taste some orange and lemon.”

“I just remembered something from a long time ago.”

“How long ago are we talking about?”

“When I introduced you to Giorno.”

Abbacchio frowned. “I thought you wanted me to get better.”

Bruno furrowed his brows and looked angry. “What’s your problem with him?”

He sighed. “I didn’t trust him at first.”

“You still don’t?”

“Well…fine! I guess he’s alright.”

“Good. I just want us all to get along. Now, what happened when I introduced you to Giorno? Everyone seemed shocked at what he did, but I didn’t know what had happened because I was chatting with someone. What did I miss?”

“Nothing,” Abbacchio replied, sounding suspicious.

Bruno gave him a look. “What are you hiding?”

“The tea smelled funny, and I gave it to Giorno.”

“Something happened to the tea at Libeccio? That’s strange. Once we get back, I’ll have a word with the owner.”

“No need for that! Narancia”—he tried to think of something—“did something to the tea.”

“So the tea smelled funny, and Narancia did something to it.” Bruno’s eyes widened. “He peed in the tea kettle? I’m going to have a word with him when he returns!”

“No! Narancia didn’t do anything!”

“Now I’m confused. What was Narancia doing?”

“Math homework.”

“So what happened to the tea? Because I remembered that I was thirsty, and you told me to get another pot.”

Abbacchio grew tired of these questions. “When will our food arrive?”

“Soon, hopefully. It’s only”—Bruno looked at the clock—“11:32.”

The two heard loud footsteps and chattering. Someone from the group knocked on their door.

“Bucciarati, we’re here with some food!” Mista said from behind the door.

“We brought Abbacchio some tom kha,” Giorno said. “That’s coconut soup.”

Bruno got up, went to the door, and opened it. “Anything for me?”

“I got you the ginger salmon,” Trish said. “It has mushrooms, and I know you like those. Is it alright if we eat here?”

“Sounds good,” Bruno said. He then looked at Abbacchio. “Do you want them in?”

“Sure. Make sure they stay clear of me, though.”

“You heard him. Come on in.”

Trish, Sheila, Narancia, and Mista sat at the small round table while Giorno sat at a desk, and Fugo sat on a chair near him. Everyone peacefully ate until Bruno asked Narancia a question.

“Narancia, when I introduced everyone to Giorno, did you do something to the tea?”

The black-haired boy looked at Bruno and then at Abbacchio. “Why?”

“Did you do anything to the tea?”

“Bucciarati, you don’t have to worry about that,” Giorno said.

“Well, I want to know what happened,” he replied.

“Uh.” Narancia looked around the room. “Fugo! Fugo did something.”

“Fugo?” Bruno turned his head to face him. “D-did you pee in the kettle and pour a cup for Giorno? What kind of sick, twisted idea is that?”

All eyes were on Fugo, and he got visibly upset. “Seriously? Wow. First of all, Abbacchio—”

Abbaccio’s loud fake cough interrupted him. “Oh no! I’m getting sick.” Then he started coughing for real and rapidly. “Get—cough, cough—get them away from me!”

The gang grabbed their food and rushed out of the room, leaving the two alone.

“Bucciarati, thanks, but you need to let that go.”

“You’re right. How’s your soup?”

“I’ve never had anything like this before. You’ve got to try this.”

Bruno got up, searched the cabinets for a spoon, and sat back down on the bed once he found one. He took a spoonful of the coconut and ate it. “Wow. It tastes lemony. It smells like it has lemon in it. I can see mushrooms, chicken, and cilantro in my soup. And wow, they sure gave us a lot of soup. Is it okay if I can have a bowl?”

“Sure, but let me have the rest. I didn’t eat breakfast.”

“I saw the others were sharing their food too. That restaurant must’ve given them a lot of food. I wonder how much it cost.”

“Hey, Bruno.”

“What is it?”

“About the tea thing. Um, I was the one who peed in the kettle.”

“So that explains why everyone seemed impressed with Giorno.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

“No, but don’t pull that ever again.” Bruno kissed Abbacchio’s cheek.

“I won’t.”

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