#‘eh let him eat the paint. I did it and I’m fine’

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Reminder Stan is an old man born in the 40s

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Phic Phight - Too Fine Too Be Normal

@lexosaurus @hannahmanderr @zombiemerlin

When outsiders have to deal with any member of the weirdo trio it really is best to just roll with the punches. Plus, Orson actually LIKES his techy internet buddy; so what if he’s some kind of superhero pharaoh or something?

Orson blinks at his screen, not for the first time feeling confused and baffled over TooFine’s chat comments.

TooFine: brb gotta go eat a bat, nightshade found the plant paint I covered her fruit tree in

He’s assuming what the guy means is that ‘nightshade’, TooFine’s friend, is trying to hit him with a baseball bat. Strange and extreme but at least this time he’s not claiming to have ‘accidentally fallen into another dimension’. Whenever TooFine leaves suddenly it’s always wildy outlandish stories. Certainly there’s no way he thinks Orson actually believes them right? Yes it was very funny anyways. Reading TF’s impressive imagination always made him feel a little better about life, like even if your life is simple and plain you can bring some crazy into it with your mind.

Sometimes though, it’s clear he’s actually telling the truth, like that one time they were on voice chat and Orson dad popped in to try and convince him to let him teach him how to hunt again, Orson liked meat but he had zero desire to actually go and kill things. But TF started talking guns too, apparently that thing about TF’s in person friend having parents who made weapons was very much true. TF impressed Orson’s dad, meaning his dad now approved of the friendship. At least TF didn’t bring up that ‘ectoplasm’ stuff while his dad was around, the last thing Orson wanted was his dad thinking all his online friends were crazy too. His dad definitely didn’t believe the claim that TF’s friends parents also had a modified military vehicle they used on the actual road; something about how military treads can’t be used on roads because they’re too damaging. TF followed that up with ‘our roads can withstand some pretty heavy artillery’, Orson’s chuckle and eye roll probably convinced his dad that TF was screwing around with him a little.

Either way, hopefully TF gets back in time to keep helping him with this stupid drone he’s trying to build. He’d love to be able to go get the mail without having to actually go outside, so much wasted effort when he’d rather be gaming or reading. Then he gets a voice chat request, the voice that comes through is not TF’s

“Oh shit hey, you actually picked up, wow I can’t believe he made an outsider friend. Weird”, this new teen clears his throat, “okay so, Nightshade actually might have knocked him out in a fit of rage? So he’ll be a bit- hey! No! Put that down! You don’t get to hit him again just because I’m protecting his PDA!”.

TF actually used a PDA? Such old tech? Why? Weird.

“Emilie is PINK! PINK!”.

The boy teen groans, “ugh. Goths. Anyway, while he’s out, he give you any ideas for a good birthday gift? I’ve been banned from giving him weapons or explosives, and the last time I got him a souped up hard drive he hacked the federal government and filed the presidents taxes for some insane reason”.

Orson blinks, “I think he’s been talking a lot about electric cars and electric bikes? What happened after he… did the presidents taxes?”. He really just wants to know where this guy was going to take that level of bullshit.

“I’d rather ideas that don’t require me to steal my rich arch enemy uncles credit card. And eh, nothing much, just got abducted by some secret service folks up into the Appalachian mountains for some ‘one on one’ talks time. He got some new wicked scars out of it even, one looks like a hockey stick! I don’t even have one like that yet! But hey, what’s life without a few abductions here and there? The gov loves shooting me!”.

Orson makes a face, alright so were TF’s friends just as bad as him? Shaking his head, “get him a lock picking kit then, in case anyone abducts him with handcuffs or something”. What the actual hell? He absolutely has to google this.

“Oh that’s not bad-oh hey buddy! You good? No lumps and bumps? No booboos or owies?”.

“You jerk, I’m fine. Why is she still armed!”.

“Emile. Is. PINK”.

“It suits her!”.

“She’s a black apple tree! Pink is never her colour!”.

Oh so the goth did actually name her plants, odd but not insane. And yeah, a hacker did actually do the presidents taxes… weird. There’s no way that was actually TF right? Was he friends with an actual hacker?

“Oh T I totally voice called, or whatever, your online buddy? It seemed like the chat was recent and shit so you know”.

“Man, you are way too overprotective and way too much of a mother hen for a dead guy. Gimme that”.

“Hey at least dead hens can shoot laser beams out of their mouths, way cooler than living ones”.

TF clearly has his… PDA back, “you’re still working on that ‘let me be lazy’ drone right?”.

Orson blinks, “yes, but real talk, did you actually file the presidents taxes?”.

“Oh my zone! DP you shit head! Ugh, look the guy was trying to embezzle my towns funding to buy another yacht, so I figured hey why not forcibly report all his off shore accounts and that weird charity donation to a Russian network. I also might have gone after all his staff too? They weren’t impressed but I call anarchy and how was I supposed to know his people would actually not suck at tracking people?”.

“T, dude, I’m pretty sure the federal government and the goddamn president have better tracking than those G.I.W. morons”.

“Are you going to fix Emilie or what!”.

“Never”.

Orson flips through google results a little more and yeah, a ton of people got hacked for taxes… Hell Orson even stumbles on a whistle blower data leak about ties to Russia that he nopes out of real quick. “TF bud, that’s super concerning”.

“Heh. Fair enough and- oh shit!”. There’s an actual explosion over the line. “Hey, you wanna actually witness shit for a change, because good goddamn. DP! Have you been skipping sleep again! Why is the goddamn sleep god throwing a building at us!”.

What.

You know what.

Fuck it.

Orson sends the zoom invite, it’s accepted immediately. It’s actual pure chaos. There’s shouting, what looks like a sentient star cover blank wearing a mask in the sky, a glowing black and white teen throwing actual everything forbid bath bombs at the thing in the sky. TF looks like he’s from freaking ancient Egypt, with a helm on and everything. Then a bunch of glowing vines shove TF out of screen, a girl in a green and black body suit with a freaking cape chasing after.

For a second he’s wondering if TF is playing a massive prank on him and somehow created a hyper realistic superhero show set up. The… PDA is pointed up at the sky as the voice of the guy who started the voice chat shouts, “I HAVE MIDTERMS! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO!”.

The blanket creature shouting back, “SLEEP!”.

“Oh yeah I guess I should have seen that one coming”.

Okay so. TF’s friend, whose parents make weapons, is a superhero or something? Google to the rescue.

TF shouts, “why are you stabbing me! There’s a god in the sky! Fight him!”.

“Naw, UnderGrowth actually likes Nocturne, since sleeping humans aren’t actively polluting Mother Nature”.

“Fuck that stupid grass stain”.

“I’m going to end you”.

Orson blinks at his phone, DP, Danny Phantom. A real person, in a real town, that looked like a real superhero. It’s that rumoured haunted town actually, a real haunted town. What the actual hell? Is he friends with a superhero or sidekick? Who’s also a hacker? And eats a concerning amount of meat without getting sick somehow? Has all the stories he’s been getting, and not reacting strongly too, been real??? Alright, okay, gotta play it cool self. He probably actually thought Orson was taking him seriously and has decided that Orson passed some kind of weirdness meter test. This was basically almost an identity reveal wasn’t it? Holy crap he’s involved in a real life comic book secret identity reveal.

The ‘Nocturne’ guy gets blasted into a wall, DP pelting It with eggs he got from somewhere. The Nocturne holding up a massive canister over Its head, “YOU WILL FAIL IF YOU DO NOT SLEEP!”.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit”, TF comes sorta back on screen, grabbing up his PDA, the ‘facial markings’ don’t look like make up, it looks like it’s part of his skin. “Okay okay, so that right up there is a massive thing of halothane vapour from the looks of it, fun. So we’re all probably gonna pass out here, feel free to disconnect if shit gets boring”.

Orson squeaks a little, “boring? You get up to some insane shit. Why is a… sleep god? Trying to knock y’all out?”. Roll with the punches, gotta roll with the punches. Freak out later.

TF snickers, “DP doesn’t get enough sleep and has been frustrating this ghost since he formed. God’s am I right? Ha!”.

“Get back here you!”.

“Oh for crying out loud! I’ll fix your freaking plant okay! Ugh!”. TF gets smacked into a wall all by the plant girl anyways.

Orson eyes the parts of his drone before looking back to the screen, “why are you helping a random friend you made, build a drone when this crap is going on?”. Because it seriously has to be asked.

TF uses sand to push himself out of the wall rubble, “eh, normalicy is nice and shit, plus you’re impressively chill. I bring up sneaking into a death gods liquor cabinet and you just give me a ‘that’s nice, have fun. Don’t hospitalise yourself’. Sure, Red’s chill but she’s more DP’s friend”, smirking, “and his ex, plus she rides a hoverboard and shoots ghosts so…”.

Oh okay, so there’s a fourth one. This is completely insane. Whelp. Guess he’s in it now though. Orson shrugging, “I’ve always been a pretty laid back guy, though this is definitely the craziest thing I’ve seen. Way worse than that chic on drugs or something who was trying to bite people”.

“Oh yeah drugs are bad, way worse than hacking regardless what the government has to say about it”.

Then the canister explodes, giving Orson a serious anxiety spike as bits of metal impale in things and gas starts going everywhere. DP actually does a comedic salute in the air before just falling to the ground. The Nocturne guy looks very pleased with Itself and actually wraps around the probably unconscious teen, hissing at the plant girl when she tries to approach.

TF cringing, “stupid obsessive ghosts. DP looks like he’s been bent like a shrimp”, TF moving his PDA camera and yeah the black and white teens position is kinda shrimp like.

All Orson can think to say is, “great, now I’m hungry”.

TF laughing while hurling a fist full of sand, “HA! Yeah sushi would be great right now”.

“You disgust me”.

“NONE SHALL DISTURB HIS SLUMBER!”.

Was it normal for ‘villains’ to seemingly baby heroes? Because that’s what this looks like. Nocturne literally just wants the black and white teen to sleep, that’s it. Weird. And then freaking pillow monsters??? Start storming the screen, TF and Nightshade/plant girl doing battle with them. The zoom gets cut out so Orson is just going to assume the device got broke.

…

Okay.

So.

That happened.

One question, well many really, but why is someone so tech focused going with a freaking Egyptian theme? Nightshade made sense, he’s pretty sure even her ‘code name’ is actually a plant. And DP was, well, a literal ghost so the Phantom name made sense. Weird that ghosts were actually real still. Yes he’s seen some stuff about them on the news occasionally but it still seemed so far fetched. And he’s pretty sure he saw some people dressed up as DP at last years comic con.

Weird.

Very weird.

Well. Nothing for it now. So he sends TF a message asking if he’s good. It takes multiple hours but….

TooFine: we’re good, DP’s still out cold and has been abducted into a sleep gods lair but like, we good. Sleepy Blanket won’t try to skin him like some people.

OriOri: that’s good? I mean, his skin would probably make a poor blanket?

TooFine: HA! Thats the kinda joke DP would make! He’ll be proud

TooFine: he’ll be proud whenever he wakes up

TooFine: and when Sleepy Blanket stops acting like a crazy dragon protecting its horde

TooFine: and when he finds his way back to the land of living

OriOri: it’ll be a while

TooFine: good. He really should sleep more

TooFine: the dumbass

OriOri: if he gets so little his pissed off god then yeah. That’s impressive actually

TooFine: you have no idea. Anyways, tots sorry for dipping on your little project. I’d offer Techy’s services as make up but he’s an idiot with newer tech

Orson has no clue who that is and isn’t going to ask.

OriOri: at this point I’m more curious why the heck you went with an Egyptian theme for a guy who hacks the federal gov and makes visual horror games

TooFine: eh, it would be kinda weird if a reincarnated pharaoh wasn’t Egyptian themed, you know how it is. Technically you don’t but you know you know

Orson sighs, this was so weird. But he is so not going to let on that he never believe the shit TF said.

OriOri: I guess? Now do you know how to better connect female usb c to an hdmi, cause it’s pissing me off

TooFine: *snort*

TooFine: but of course I do. Debendint on how far you need the connection to work you might have to bike something from scratch. I tots got blueprints and they are definitely not stolen from the fbi terror investigations unit. Definitely not.

Orson was probably going to get arrested one day because of this, but screw it, TF was fun to talk too and made his mostly boring life more interesting. Not interesting enough to ever consider moving to the guys nightmare town though. Not a chance in Hell.

End.

Prompts: Tucker fucked up. Hard. But it’s like, how the hell was he supposed to know that hacking the federal government was a bad idea? Nocturne takes a liking to Danny and decides to help teach him a lesson, whether Danny wants it or not. Outsider POV. Tucker makes a new online acquaintance, and will casually allude to the crazy shit he and his friends get up to while ghost hunting. The new acquaintance thinks Tucker is just embellishing the truth, until…

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The Golden Ratio - Finale

(The following story contains male weight gain, food play, BDSM, kidnap, encouragement, and feeder/feedee scenarios. If that's not for you, then go to church or something vanilla dude.

This takes place during and after the events of the One-Piece film GOLD. For a better experience see the film on your local streaming service.

I want to thank all of you who stuck around till this point, and I hope you enjoy the ending of Tesoro and Zoro's adventure.

This story is written in collaboration with @bee-wg)

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Zoro

“You managed to escape the Marines by a miracle, and instead of hiding on the other side of the world, you choose to kidnap me, AGAIN?!” I shouted.

“It moves me to know you care about my safety,” he said cockily.

“This has nothing to do with that! Now, get your grubby hands off of me, you golden asshole!” I shouted.

The man looks beyond fine—too good for me to care about his well-being. He seems clean with brand-new clothes, and the ship is as pompous as possible, with golden decoration from top to bottom.

At least, I'm happy to see I wasn't the only one eating myself to a stupor in the last month. 

Tesoro’s body is caked in a thick layer of fat, with his belly rounding out like a balloon before him. 

The effects of my ability must have lingered on him even when I left. He noticed my silence and sighed before releasing me from his grasp. 

I take out my swords and prepare to attack, but I stop when he gets on his knees.

“I know you must be angry at me, but please hear me out,” he said.

I looked around, waiting for a wave of gold to coat me, but nothing happened. What is his game now? 

“After the raid, I had time to think about what happened. For years, I've been trying desperately to protect what's mine. I blinded myself in that endeavor and lost track of what I was protecting- of how much I had lost through the years,” he said.

He is at eye level with me, and his face looks painted in regret. Like before, I feel a tug in my chest at the sight. 

He got on all fours, his head pressed against the floor as he continued.

“I know my apologies are not enough for what I put you through. But I need you to know that I’m sorry about what happened. For what I did to you and everyone else on the island,” he said.

“Tesoro, I've already moved on from what happened. You were a golden eyesore, but I got a great new power from this whole mess, and I didn't even have to lose my ability to swim. I'm very fond of it now; it made living with that stupid cook much more bearable,” I said with a smile.

He raised his head to look at me, puzzled.

“What are you talking about? What power?” He asked.

“Forget it, it's nothing. Just drop me back on my ship, and we can pretend none of this happened,” I replied with a shrug. 

“I'm glad to hear that- but I didn't come all the way here just to ask for your forgiveness,” he said, resting his head against the floorboards.

“I should have imagined, what is it then?” I asked.

“The days we spent together have been the most fun I’ve had in years. They reminded me what's important, and I must thank you for showing me that. But our time was so short, I want to spend more of my days by your side,” he said.

“Eh?!” I replied.

“It's selfish of me to ask this of you, especially out of the blue, but would you come with me and explore the world's pleasures? Not as my pet or prisoner but as my partner,” 

“I'm not going to abandon my friends out of nowhere for you! You can't just drop by and take me away. Besides, how can I know you have truly changed and this is not some elaborate plan to have revenge on us?”

“Let me prove to you I have changed, some time to show you I'm worth the shot,” 

I sigh and look at his trembling body as he begs for me. The tug at my chest feels stronger the longer I look at him in this pathetic state.

“One month, I could ask my captain for some vacation time or whatever. And if you haven't convinced me by the end of the month, you drop me off in the land of Wano,” I said.

Tesoro stood up in a blink, looking at me with so much joy that his eyes gleamed. He grabbed my hands tightly, so much so they could break.

“Thank you, this makes me so happy. I promise you, the next month will be perfect. You won't regret it,” 

He had the most giant puppy eyes I have seen on an adult man. And seeing them on his face is creeping me out. I'm already regretting this.

“I'm sorry for kidnapping you again. It was too sudden, but I feared you and your friends wouldn’t want to hear a word from me,” he said.

“Not a bad guess,” I replied dryly.

He laughed it off and continued.

“I will drop you off now. Get your things ready, and in three days, I will return to pick you up,” he said, stepping away and snapping his fingers.

The golden hands rose and picked me up from the floor. Everything about this man is weird. Why can't he just sail there like a normal person?

I nod and feel the hands carry me back to the Sunny at full speed. They suddenly slowed down to drop me where I'd been resting minutes ago. Everybody was still quietly working on their things; nobody had realized I was gone.

The hands fly back to Tesoro’s ship, and I see him banish on the horizon. Well, now I must figure out how to explain this to Luffy.

The rest of the day goes as usual; Sanji passes me a batch of fresh mochi, and I eat voraciously. They will help me think more clearly.  

Brook came to meditate with me, which was just another excuse to nap together.

Nami and Chopper came to see how my training was going. I lied, saying they caught me just during my break. I’m sure they're getting suspicious that they always catch me on my break. 

When everyone was getting ready to go to sleep, I looked for Luffy. He was sitting in the front of the ship on top of Sunny's head, his favorite spot. 

“Luffy, come down. I want to talk,” I said. 

“Coming!” he said.

He jumped down and landed like a spring. 

“I need to ask you for something,” I said.

“Sure, what is it?”

“Would you mind if I took some time off?”

“Sure, I was thinking about going for a retreat after we defeat Kaido in Wano. I can't wait to kick his ass,”

“Wait, Luffy. I mean just me, and now. I want to take some vacations. Since what happened with Tesoro, I’ve been thinking of taking time for myself. You know, to sort things out,” I said. 

“Sure, no worries. How long will you be out?”

“A month- maybe more, but most likely, it would only be a month.”

He looks at me with a big frown but composes himself quickly. 

“I would rather have you with us, but if that's what you want, I won't stop you from taking a break. I mean, Usopp takes breaks in the middle of a fight with the enemy,” 

“Thanks, man. I was worried for a second you would think I was leaving the crew or something,”

“You are my swordsman, okay? You are still part of this crew, no matter where you go or what you do. Do you hear me?” 

“Of course, Luffy,” I said with a smile.

The next day, I took my time to explain to everyone that I would be taking off for a while. 

“I will keep your spot in the training room warm. Wait, I can't 'cause I'm a skeleton, Yohohoho,” Brook said.

“I'm going to miss you, Zoro! Be back soon and write lots of letters,” Chopper said, wrapping my face in a tight hug.

“I don't understand why you have to leave now, of all times, but I know whatever your reason is, it must be important. I will make a Livre card for you so we can look for you when you get lost,” Nami said with a smile.

The idiot cook looked saddened by the news, but he recovered fast.

“It will be good to have a moss-ball-free zone for a change,” he said.

As a compensation price, we had an extra long session that night. We both were drained by sunrise. But we were happy to have one last round in style.

The day of Tesoro was planned to pick me up. I gathered a few things and waited on the deck for his set of hands. 

An hour passed midday; his ship approached ours. 

“We are getting raided!” Brook said from the crow’s nest.

In the distance, I noticed the shine of his golden ship moving towards us at a staggering speed.

Everyone got in their battle stations, ready to tackle the intruders head-on.

“Guys, wait!” I shouted.

They stopped in their tracks and looked at me for an explanation. My face turned red as I said:

“That's my ride,” 

They all looked at me incredulously. 

“Who is picking you up on that ship?” Chopper asked.

“Is that ship covered in gold? Where do you know someone with so much cash?” Sanji asked.

“Are you secretly rich? You still need to pay your debt!” Nami said, looking at me with dollar signs in her eyes.

I try to calm them down until Luffy screams.

“Is that Tesoro?!”

When I turned around, the ship was right beside us. It stopped before crashing against us, and it looked as pompous as I remembered from days ago.

“Yes, it's Tesoro,” I replied.

The golden idiot popped out of nowhere and waved to us from his ship. 

“Evening straw hats; sorry for taking your swordsman for a while, but I promise to bring it back to you in a single piece,” Tesoro said happily.

“You are crazy if you think I will let you take him away again, Goldy!” Luffy said.

“It's okay, Luffy. He is not kidnapping me. I need to figure out something, and I need his help. Also, he owes me a favor,” I said.

Luffy looks at me for a second before smiling and giving me a thumbs up.

“Okay, if you say so, I will approve it,” he said with a smile.

“How can you change your mind so easily?!” Sanji said.

“I trust Zoro,” Luffy said unwavering.

With that, everyone relaxed enough to let Tesoro take his next move.

“I’m deeply sorry for what I did to you all; that's why I came back bearing gifts,” Tesoro said.

He snapped his fingers, making ribbons of gold descended from the ship. They wrapped around the crew while they screamed and struggled to push the gold away.

The movement ended, and they opened their eyes to find themselves wrapped in golden suits and armor. 

“Those golden armors boost the strength of their wearer; I hope you like them,” Tesoro said proudly.

Luffy gasped, running around the ship like a maniac.

“I feel light as a feather, hahaha I’m going to kick Kaido’s butt in style, thanks Goldy,” Luffy said. 

“Luffy, don't just thank him; he kidnapped Zoro! On the other hand, imagine how much more we could get for these?” Nami said, looking enamored with the golden armor.

“Ready to go?” Tesoro asked.

He stretched his arm, and a bridge of gold connected both ships, allowing me to board. 

I nodded to him and turned to face the crew.

“Thanks for coming for me and rescuing me from the golden freak over there. You better defeat Kaido by the end of my vacations, Luffy,” I said, feeling my chest tighten.

They all tackled me in a hug that pushed the air out of my lungs.

“Take all the time you need, Zoro. We will look for you once we are ready to head for the one piece. We won't make it there without you,” Luffy said.

“You will always be a part of the team,” Chopper added.

“Don't do anything stupid and get yourself killed, moss ball,” Sanji said. 

“I will be waiting for your letters, Zoro,” Nami said with tears in her eyes.

After some laughs, we exchanged livre cards and went our separate ways.

“Ready for the best month of your life?” Tesoro said happily.

“Give me the best you have, Golden dick,” I replied with a grin.

“Perfect, let me give you a tour of the ship,” he said, leading the way.

Every hallway and corridor was coated with gold, with only a few pieces of furniture and no decorations filling the space besides the expensive paint. It's a heavy contrast with the air at the Guild Tesoro. 

What the ship lacked in paintings and clocks, it compensated with high tech.

“This is the pilot room; it has the best autopilot in the world. This baby runs everything on the ship, from keeping the engine to detecting changes in the weather. And it has the longest eternal pose in the market, so any island we want to visit is on the table,” he said proudly. 

“Even the Boin Archipelago?” I asked, feeling my mouth fill with saliva.

“Of course, but I have another place in mind with less man-eating plants,” he replied, walking out of the room.

After that, he took me to the quarters. My heart started to thud in my chest, imagining what we would do once we got there. Even when I want to deny it, I've been craving his touch ever since the first night back in the Sunny.  

The ship has two bedrooms, each a carbon copy of our quarters back on the ship. My skin tingled, waiting for his hands to reach out for me, but instead, he pointed to the room on the left.

”That one is your room, and I will be sleeping in the other one. But feel free to join in whenever.” he said.

With my blood simmering under my skin, we walked to the next stop on the ship.

 An onsen like the one in the city, just way smaller. But the smell of the place stirs the memories of my first session with Tesoro, and thankfully, my fat covers my raging boner like an apron. 

“Like what you see? I can't let my guest go hungry,” He said, getting close. I thought he would finally take me there, but he hesitated at the last second.

“I didn't know you cooked?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Tesoro was already an absent-minded fool when I left the island. I can't imagine him cooking a tea, let alone a full meal. 

“I can make coffee, but not much of anything. Blame it on having cooks around for years. But don't worry, we have an in house cook,” He said pointing to the kitchen.

I'm surprised by the smaller kitchen; it's even smaller than the one in the Sunny. I guess whoever he hired doesn't like washing the dishes afterward. 

“So, who is it?” I asked.

“You are looking at it,” he replied, pointing to a machine I assumed was the fridge.

He taps on a screen on the front, and it lights up with options. He takes a minute tapping away at menus, and the machine comes alive with a low hum. Finally, it chimes in, and a small compartment opens, revealing a plate with a single mochi. 

He hands it over to me, and I feel uneasy at first. But my belly is roaring for some food, I havent had anything to eat in an hour. So, I popped it in and hoped for the best. 

“This is the same as the ones on the ship; maybe it's better,” I said, biting vigorously. 

“I don't know if you have heard of Dr. Vegapunk? The mad scientist that works for the government and designs the pacifistas,” he asked.

“We fought his pacifistas in Sabody,” I said, focusing on the flavor in my mouth.

“Through the years, I helped him in his investigations with some needed funding in exchange for intel and technology for the city. I rang him with a request for a new ship equipped with the best of Egghead Island, and he couldn't refuse. So here is our universal automatic chef; all he needs is raw materials, and he can cook anything,” he said proudly.

“As long as it keeps making this and onigiri, I will be fine,” I lied. 

“We both know you are planning on having more than that,” he said.

I shot him a cocky grin and reached for the panel; he knew me well. While I look for what to order next, he continues.

“This thing has been a lifesaver, but Im thinking on cutting back a little from using it myself. Its too easy to just order a flurry of food in a minute,” he said, rubbing his belly.

He stays quiet, and I swear I could almost hear the gears turning in his head. 

“Anyhow, we have more to cover,” he said, snapping out of it.

We spent the day exploring the ship and all its parts. 

Dinner time arrived, and Tesoro placed a massive order for the automated kitchen chef. Within minutes, a feast of every dish Tesoro could think of was served in front of me. And couldn't be happier with his choices.

I reached out for every morsel I could my hands on, but every so often, I got my eyes up on Tesoro. He didn't try to push me to eat more, nor did he try to tease me. He was too focused on eating his half of the feast at the other end of our massive table.

After getting stuffed to the gills, we moved to the deck. 

“Ready for a movie?” he said.

Snapping his fingers the main mast of the ship opened up and extended to reveal a projector sheet. From the floor a four seat sofa rise up with popcorn and soda to accompany it. and behind it a projector Den Den mushi started playing an action movie. 

“It's the one I planned to see the night your crew raided us,” he said before sitting on the sofa.

When I sat on the sofa, he handed me a huge plate of popcorn, and while my stomach complained about how full it was after that dinner. It smelled just like the one in the ship, perfectly done with just the right amount of butter, which is lots. 

My mouth watered as I stuffed the first fistful of buttery goodness in my gullet. I needed this just to be able to eat to my heart's desire without hiding from the rest of the crew.

Tesoro shot a smile at me and hit play to the movie while I drowned myself in a two-liter bottle of soda.

“If the samurai is so strong, why hasn't he killed the demon king from this distance? he needs to get that close? Mihawk would end him in an instant.” I said.

“Odd, I thought you could kill the demon king yourself,” he replied cockily.

“Of course, I could, but I can let him deal with it this time. Also, deal with the clingy romantic lead; she is a distraction from the fight scenes,” I said.

Tesoro looked at me for a second, there was a hint of something I couldnt quiet describe before getting his attention back in the movie. 

Once the movie was done, we moved to the bedrooms, and I was ready for the main event. I was sure this was the moment Tesoro would make his move.

I could almost see his boner between his legs. I saw him open his bedroom door, and I was ready to pounce when he said.

“Good night”

And closed the door without a second thought. 

I don't understand what his angle is, but in any case, I have to deal with the leaking dick and ass. I felt so pent up that I thought I could just jerk off in bed and get the deal done, but after an hour of pulling and teasing, I gave up. 

I need that extra sauce, no matter what. 

“This is great; getting into Tesoro’s ship to get off and having to raid the fridge like in the Sunny, I really have fallen into a new low,” I said between gritted teeth.

The lights in the cooking machine room are on. I slowly get closer to the door and see through the glass panel inside. Seated in front of the machine in a robe that didn't close around his bloated body.

He pushed the buttons of the menu, getting another order of fries or mochi before eating it mechanically. 

I opened the door and slowly made my way inside. 

The man was so focused on his meal that he didn't notice me approaching him. When his body was just inches away from mine, I could hear him mumbling. 

“I keep doing this; I need to stop, or else he won't want to stick around. But it’s getting harder to sleep on an empty stomach,” he said.

Empty stomach? I think he ate just as much as I did. But yet again I'm also here don't I?

His expression exuded sadness, but it gave me no joy seeing him like this. As I let my eyes linger on his figure, I got to appreciate his form more.

His moobs have grown, matching my size before the crew saved me. His belly hangs low on his lap while he sits down. The rolls of fat on his side go all over his back. And his ass covers all of the golden chairs he sits at. I'm sure if it wasn't reinforced with his power, it would bend under his weight. 

My leaking dick grows harder as he shoves another handful of chips in his face, and I get that spark again. That craving to see him grow as well, to see him go down the same path he set for me.

I might not know what he is playing at, but when have I cared for that?

“So you brought me here to just horde on the food?” I said.

He twist rapidly, his eyes filled with shame and shock. 

“What are you doing here?” he said.

“What do you think?” I said, putting my hand on my belly.

“You are not the only one needing a midnight snack,” I added.

“Sorry, I can leave you to it; I think I had enough for a night,”

“Are you full so soon?” I said teasingly.

“Of course, it would be insane if I was,” he said.

His stomach growled so loudly that we both heard it. I get close to the machine and get a plate of fries. The entire time, he stood there watching me eat handful after handful of fries. His face flushed with every breath he took. And while I didnt try to use my power, I knew he was melting with the sight of my body. 

I got closer to him, his eyes following my fat-encompassed body with each heavy step.

“I want you… I need you,” he said, with wild eyes filled with desire.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked, getting closer to him. Our skins were almost touching.

“I want you to ask for it,” he said between gasps of air.

“We agreed on no more games,” I said angrily.

“This is not a game, not anymore. I just wanted to know iif you still wanted me, after all that happened. After how much I changed,” he said looking down at his protruding belly.

“You look less like a murderer this way,” I said with a laugh. 

He laughed as well, a soft thing that contrasted so much with everything before it. I doubted it came from the same man who had kept me prisoner for so long.

“I  have a month to prove to you I'm not, besides the looks, of course. So, I don't want you to feel rushed,” he said, stepping away from me.

“That's why you ordered a separate room for me?” I asked.

He looked at me, puzzled before I burst into laughter. When my laughter subsides, I grab his arm and pull him toward the exit. 

“Let’s get to bed, golden pervert; I've been needing this for weeks now,” I replied.

The doubt in his eyes disappeared, and a new desperate need for release took their place. He rushed beside me, jumping into the bed as soon as we entered his bedroom. He ripped his clothes away like a madman, fire igniting in his eyes.

I got in bed and wrapped myself around his waist, feeling my heart skip a beat before I could get his dick into me. 

“The pervert cook was good and all, but he is not packing what you have,” I said, looking at his leaking throbbing cock. 

“The cook? You were fooling around while I was out?” he said.

His face showed pain as he asked but the longer he saw me, the feeling resided. Then a smile took over his face.

“It doesn't matter, you are here now, and I'm going to remind you just how good you have it with this,” he said before rubbing the head of his dick against my entrance.

I whimper at the sensation, but I crave more than this. Having been apart for a month ignites a fire inside of me that's been waiting to flare. 

He reaches that part of me that nothing and nobody else can. I already had a personal record of taking him whole, but my ass craved him so much that I basically engulfed him in a single push.

When I hit the base, letting the full weight of my body sink against him, he moaned loudly. My body jiggled from the crash, and his hands went straight to my rolls, rubbing them passionately.

Every inch of skin in my body feels more sensitive now; every fold, roll, and crevice makes me jolt with his touch. Tesoro knows it, and gets his handsto jiggle my sides, to teasy my navel and rub my folds of fat. 

I stayed put, chewing on the mochi in my mouth, drowning in the feeling of him filling me thoroughly. My whole body flows with his touch, and all I can think of is how much I need it.

“I missed these tits, but did you miss me teasing them?” He said before flickering my nipples. 

I moan and jump on his dick with fervor, seeing him wriggle under me.

“Playing with them is not the same unless I'm riding this golden pole,” I said.

He smiles at me, and all I do is get my legs to work, pumping myself up and down his length. 

The pressure building inside me grows with each pump, so I pick up speed, trying to get him to dig into that perfect spot further. 

As the mochi in my mouth dissolves, the whole room steams up in our shared heat. Sweat is rolling from our bodies, and both our bodies are jiggling at the same rhythm. For some reason, his body wobbling away with me makes me electrified even more. I chew on my food even faster to match our rutting.

“I'm close, piggy,” he says.

��Me too,” I replied, feeling my insides churn.

With a roar, he cums inside of me, the torrent of cum splashing out of me mixed with ass goo and sweat drenching the bedding. That drives me over the edge, and my ass trembles as I cum. It's the most intense orgasm of my life.

We both pant on top of each other, catching our air. 

“That was good,” he said.

“That was great,” I replied. 

I look towards him and grab his face.

“But I want a round two,” I add.

“I wonder when you would ask,” he said before he took my hand away and got back in position. 

The rest of the week was a tornado of sex and food like never before. While we set on a lazy haze of lust at the Guild Tesoro, here we were, fully awake, driven only by the desire to see more of one another.

“That's what you call dinner? I can add another turkey leg to the order, you cheapskate,” I said cheekily. 

“I saw you struggling to keep up with me at lunch, so I thought you needed to cut back a little shorty,” he replied, adding a flurry of items to our meal order.

Our banter changed to try and see who could push the other further to the next bite, the next plate, the next meal. And our weights reflected the change in attitude. We couldn't fit side by side in the same hallway or doorframe, following one another as we waddled our way across the ship.

The place became a symphony of huffs and puffs, laughing about the next stop on the map to reload the pantry before our appetites leave us without reserves.

The idea of living with him became less odd the longer I stayed, and by the last week of my stay, I was fighting to look for a reason not to stay longer. Of course, I wanted to go back to my friends, but I felt such a pull here that it became difficult to imagine a life without all of this.

It's the last day of the month; the crew should have arrived in Wano by now, and Tesoro is making preparations for a presentation he will set up on a nearby island. 

During his month of hiding, he set up things for a comeback into singing. I had my doubts. Not because of his ability, the man has a great voice, but out of his fame. People know who Guild Tesoro is, or rather was. And I feared not everyone would be as welcoming to the King of the Guild Tesoro.

Tesoro seemed calm through the day and by night time a crowd had formed around the venue. I was getting ready to run in case they tried to chase us off the island, but Tesoro’s confidence was comforting. It's not like any of us can run much anymore. The last month of hedonism left me bordering 580 pounds, with him gaining at a rapid speed as well. 

He takes his place on stage wearing a loose suit. The one he got weeks ago looked painted on him, so we had to buy a new one in the town earlier today. I'm seated backstage with a good view of him, a box of snacks at hand. 

I was expecting his usual shtick, singing, dancing, and boastful lyrics of his many achievements. Instead, he begins playing the piano with a low hum that the microphone catches immediately. 

He is playing that melancholic tune he always sang in the shower. The audience gets quiet, and I think they have the same idea as I did. They gasp and look in awe at another Tesoro than the one the world is used to. 

“Thanks, everyone, for coming; let's have a good night,” he said before playing his next song.

For two hours, he played songs of romantic longing and heartfelt ache. I don't usually care for those sorts of things, but just like on the ship, he managed to make me sink into the rhythm of his music.

The audience gives thunderous applause when he plays the last song, and I can see the tiniest glimpses of a tear rolling down his cheek. 

“That was amazing; I haven't felt so alive in years. Thanks for being here for this, Zoro,” he said backstage once the concert was over.

He grabbed me in a tight hug, and we stayed there, embracing each other for a while. 

“I want to stay with you a bit longer,” I said.

He pulls away from the hug and looks at me, shocked. Then the puppy eyes returned, and I wondered if I could go to Wano now.

“You do not know how happy it makes me to hear you say that,” he said, wiping tears from his face.

He embraced me again, and we set off from the island with a new plan in mind. We enjoyed our lives to the fullest.

 The next few months pass like the first, with the bonus of Tesoro’s gigs. His career continues to grow, and the profits from the events help us keep the pantry stock. It's hard to keep us both well off, especially since we get the wildest hunger pangs after an hour without food. 

I'm finishing a letter for the crew when Tesoro enters the bedroom. 

“You saw the newspaper today? Your friends wreaked havoc in Wano,” he said.

“Yes, I read it. That's Luffy for you,” I said, folding my letter and putting it into an envelope. 

I keep communicating with them frequently, and Franky is trying to set up a good Den Den Mushi with a safe network so we can call more often. But for now, we are just making plans to meet up on the next island on their trip. 

“Well, come for breakfast. It's going to get cold,” he said, kissing my cheek.

I get back in bed, and he looks at me, puzzled.

“Why not breakfast in bed?” I said with a wink.

He was ready to pounce at me without hesitation but went to the kitchen to bring our feast.

By the time he came back, his dick was leaking through his pants

“You are eager this morning,” I said. 

He leans over me in bed, and I can smell his breath, his body's odor, and that cologne. The same one that drove me mad the day we met, and that still does it now. The closer he gets to me, the more I crave him. Both our bellies rumble for food, and we laugh before going to town.

“You have become more than I anticipated, Zoro, but there is so much more you can learn in this world and so many things I want to show you,” he adds, placing a pastry in my mouth.

“You better get ready to show me cause I'm not going anywhere,” I replied.

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Vividly Colored Imagination - Chapter 9

Characters — ✈︎ Akuta, Kiroku, Nanaki, Muneuji, Ushio, Sakujiro

Location: HAMA House Dining Room

Kiroku: (I still have 2 more hours until the meeting with Producer-san…)

(I’m so nervous, I lost all my appetite…)

………

(My mom told me that it was good to eat umeboshi at times like this… I’ll eat some and then enter the office.)

Location: HAMA Tours

Producer: “ーーSo, the tour is arranged to be held at the venue in Hama Asunaro High School.”

Location: HAMA Tours Meeting Room

Kiroku: Y…es… We wanted to… display art around… the school building… using… holograms… and projections… 

(It’d feel like… looking up at fireworks with everyone.)

I want to… share the… experience of… enjoying art… at school… during the night…time…!

Kaede: The building has large walls, they are equipped with great sound equipment, and it has plenty of space for the event to be held, Hama Asunaro High School meets all of the requirements, as well as having a track record from the first tour as a reliable venue.

Producer: ………

Kiroku: …………

Producer: “That’s a good idea. An art exhibit at a school at night gives off an amazing atmosphere, and it also is interesting that the main event is a live painting as well.” 

Kiroku: (……! I did it…!)

Kaede: (Congratulations, Kiroku-kun.)

Producer: “Feel free to go ahead and use this venue space.”

Kaede & Kiroku: Thank you very much! ( T…nk you… ve… much.)

Sakujiro: Then allow us to move on to the final item on the agenda for today. 

Now, this talk will be about the “Okiagari” design that will be used for the live painting on the tour.

Kaede: Because this is a collaboration, I’d like to display designs made by Ward Mayor 6, Kiroku-kun, in various different locations. 

Producer: “That is a good idea. Since the live painting will also be done by Kinguawa-san, I feel as if displaying his designs will bring the space together perfectly.”

“However, since this is a traditional craft, may I see some of the designs you’ve come up with?”

Sakujiro: If you may, Kinugawa-kun.

Kiroku: Y…es…! I’ll share… the materials… now…

Kaede: (Kiroku-kun can navigate the program smoothly now…! He’s been practicing up until we started…)

Producer: “Hmm…”

Kiroku: These are… the rough designs… of the okiagari doll… that’ll be up for display. There are… 3 patt…erns…

Producer: ………

Kiroku: (Huh…? That reaction… wasn’t good…?)

Um, well… the meaning behind… the first okiagari design, isーー 

Producer: “Hmmm…”

Kiroku: ……Uh!

Producer: “Ah, thank you for showing me these. I don’t hate these designs, it’s justーー”

“This is a bit… too much of an original design. There might be a lot of people that find this hard to immerse themselves in.”

Kiroku: Eh…?

Producer: “The combination of silver and gold was a great idea… However, the colors of the overall piece seem a bit too dull. The initial impression you get from it is a bit hazy.”

Kiroku: (It… didn’t… work… it didn’t work…)

Kaede: Um, this is still a rough draft… Kiroku-kun, we should get him to properly listen to the intention behind each piece.

Kiroku: U…Um…

Producer: “I myself am no amateur, so I can understand that this is a rough draft to some extent. Howeverーー”

“I feel as if these pieces are made with only your own enjoyment in mind.”

Kiroku: ……Gh.

Producer: “I’d like it if you could make a design that’s more appealing for the audience.”

Kiroku: …………

(“More appealing for the audience”ー…… That’s not… something… I can…)

I’m… sorry… I’ll remake… them…

Kaede: Wait Kiroku-kun, we can still discuss this. Let’s work this out a bitーー

Kiroku: I’ll remake… them…

(Aah…)

Kiroku: (I’m sorry… for being creepy.)

「ーー, you’re moving to… Kansai…!?」

「…………」[1]

「Even if you’re gone ーー, I’ll be fine on my own, so…」

「…Why would you say something like that?」

「But… I can’t change what’s happening, so…」

「You wouldn’t be able to draw analogue art with me anymore!」

「But… ーー’s art and… my art are… completely different…」

「…No way! Were you drawing a picーー of me?」

「…That’s…」

「You’re the one ーー draws all those creーー pictures!」

Location: HAMA House Practice Room

Ushio: Hah? Even though the presentation went fine, it was still a complete bust?

Kaede: It wasn’t a complete bust! The presentation wasn’t bad, but the feedback was a bit harsh.

Muneuji: Oh… I see.

Akuta: Hmm… But, doesn’t that mean that Producer’s finally seeing him like a fellow artist instead of some kid?

Personally, I didn’t like the way the Watanabe Series decided to look down on Kiroku and say things like “It can’t be helped since he’s a highschooler” and stuff.

Muneuji: In other words, you’re saying that Producer is looking at Kinugawa in a different light compared to the first meeting?

Akuta: Also, my uncle told me this, but the job of a “producer” is to act as a bridge between unique talents and the public, isn’t it? He’s just tryna do his job!

Ushio: Ahaha, you’re the one who’s sticking up for adults too much.

Muneuji: Chief, your request is that we act as support for Kinugawa?

Kaede: Yes. Kiroku-kun said he was going to remake the designs, but I’m not sure if he can do that in such a depressed state…

I believe he can recover on his own, but I’d like you to stay by his side so he can feel better as soon as possible.

(I’m sure that Kiroku-kun will open his heart to everyone in the Day Squad…)

Akuta: Leave it to me!!

Muneuji: Understood. I will buy more of that lip balm I put under Isotake’s nose.

Akuta: Stop that! You’re gonna kill Kiroku’s lips!!!!!

Ushio: By the way, where’s Panda?

Muneuji: Nanamegi holed himself up in his room in order to recreate his song.

Kaede: Right…

(I wonder if he’s struggling with his song too. Maybe he won’t be satisfied unless he spends a lot of time on it.)

(I’m sure, Kiroku-kun alsoーー)

Location: HAMA House 3F Balcony

Kiroku: ………

(My sketchbook is… still completely blank… even though… the sun is setting…)

Rouzel: Seriously! Kiroku tried his best on his hard work and yet, he rejected it so heartlessly!

Dewawa: And what of it? Are you saying that just because he worked hard, he should get rewarded? What is he, an elementary schooler?

Kiroku: (…That’s right… This is… a job, so…)

KB: This is one of those cases where you must discipline yourself and give the other party what they are asking for.

Pinfu: He said you can’t draw what you enjoy drawing, what the heck’s up with that～!?

Kiroku: (I have no choice… but to redraw them.)

Kiroku: (But whenever I try to… bring my pencil down to draw a line, it stays floating in place.)

(In the end, there’ll just be nothing…)

Dewawa: Ugh. YOU were the one saying “I’m scared, I’m scared～” this whole time, but just what were you expecting?

KB: He likely wanted his world to be accepted.

Dewawa: What, did you want them to look at it one time and go “Wooow! Wonderful! Let’s go with this! Did you think you could just get praised without any criticism?

Rouzel: And just what is so bad about that!?

Pinfu: It’s fine, it fine, hoo～ray for the need to be recognized!

Ripris: But it’s just… making him feel depressed y’knoow… Zzz…

Kiroku: (It’s too… selfish of me…)

???: “…Why would you say something like that?”

Kiroku: (Why did I start… drawing… in the first place…?)

Kiroku: Hah… ah………

(I created something through all my pain, and when it was rejected in the end, I just wanted to disappear with it.)

(My heart is just filled with colors of anger and sadness.)

Rouzel: Kiroku, what’s happening!?

Kiroku: (I can’t… breathe wel…)

KB: Do you believe you can figure out the reason things became like this?

Kiroku: I don’t… know… gh…

(I thought I could… breathe in… a lot easier… recently…!)

Dewawa: Who’s fault is it?

Kiroku: …Is it… my drawing’s… fault…?

Pinfu: Who said all that～?

Kiroku: They were too… original…

Ripris: That’s wrong～… Think about it… a biiit more…

Kiroku: I’…mーー

???: “You’re the one who draws all those creepy pictures!”

Kiroku: (…Creepy… pictures.)

Cree…py…

Creepy, creepy, creepy…

Kiroku: (Creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy cree)

(I wanna go back.)

(To where no one could reject my favorite “creepy” workーー)

(My special place… inside the ribcage)

………

(Right. I don’t need to worry about… people who don’t understand me.)

(I wanna… stop this…)

I still have time to… change hosts… nowーー

Nanaki: Kiroku…!

Kiroku: Hih!? Nanamegi…!?

Nanaki: Hah… Hah… I ran all the way here… ‘cuz I want you to be the first to listen to it…!

Kiroku: Eh…?

Nanaki: I finished it. This time, it really is the right one! Kiroku’s own world!

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For the static-y exchange, the quotes appear on either side of the screen. Non italics are Kiroku, italics are his friend

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Ruki Heaven [01]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in Yui’s bedroom in the Mukami manor

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ーー Nn?

( Ah...This is the nail polish Ruki-kun bought for meーー )

( I haven’t actually used it yet because I didn’t want to waste it. )

( But he went out of his way to buy it for me, so I suppose I should give it try? )

ー Yui starts painting her nails

( Waah, what a lovely color...! )

Careful now...So I don’t paint outside of the nail...Slowly ーー There. 

ー Somebody enters her room

*Creaaak* 

Yui: Kyah!?

Ruki: Why are you so surprised? 

Yui: I was in deep focus so you startled mーー Ah!

I messed up...

Ruki: Hm? ーー Aah. The nail polish I gave you the other day?

Yui: Yeah. I was trying my best to do it as cleanly as possible too...

Ruki: I’m afraid it’d be a bit of a stretch to call that a clean job. 

Yui: Uu...

ー Ruki approaches her

Ruki: Give me your hand. I’ll paint your nails for you.

*Rustle* 

Yui: Eh? Thanks...

( How unexpected...But I’m so happy to have him paint my nails. )

*Rustle* 

Ruki: Keep your hand still, okay? ...

ー Ruki starts painting her nails

Yui: ( Wah...Ruki-kun’s so skilled at this...! )

Ruki: ...I guess this should do. Don’t move until it has dried, okay? 

Yui: Yeah, thanks!

Ruki: ...So? How long does it usually take for nail polish to dry?

Yui: Um, I believe it might take a while...

Ruki: I see. So how are you going to keep yourself busy in the meantime? 

Yui: I haven’t really decided yet but...Could you maybe keep me company if you don’t mind?

Ruki: ...Why of course. 

However...There’s a limit to how much you can do without your hands. 

Yui: Right. ...By the way, was there a specific reason why you came to my room in the first place? 

Ruki: No...Azusa brought home a large bag of cookies with him, so he asked me to bring you some as well. 

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Ah...I see. 

Ruki: Yes. ...Want to try one?

Yui: Yes!

( That being said, what now? I guess I just have to careful when grabbing it...? )

ー Ruki moves closer

*Rustle rustle* 

Ruki: ...Come on, open your mouth.

Yui: Eh...?

( Could he be trying to feed me, perhaps...? )

Ruki: ...I’ll eat it instead if you don’t hurry up. 

Yui: I-I’ll eat it! A-Ahnー...

Ruki: Heh, look at you opening up wide. ...Although maybe you shouldn’t wolf it down too quickly.

Yui: Eh?

Ruki: I did mention these are from Azusa, did I not?

Yui: ( Don’t tell me, this flavor...It’s spicy! )

R-Ruki-kun...My mouth is on fire, it hurts...! 

Ruki: Is it that bad? Let me see...

Yui: ( Eh? ...He’s leaning in...! )

Ruki: Nn...

Yui: ...Uu...

Ruki: ...Heh. This is pretty powerful indeed. My tongue feels numb as well. 

Yui: Eh!? A-Are you alright...!? Ouch...

( My tongue tingles whenever I try to speak... )

Ruki: ...Honestly, you are unbelievable. 

Bear with it a little longer. I’ll soothe the pain.

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: ...!? W-Wait...!

( He’s so close to me...Does he intend to soothe the pain with a kiss...!? )

Ruki: ...Aah, I wouldn’t want your nails to get ruined after I took my time to paint them. I suppose I should restrain you so you can’t move. 

*Rustle* 

Yui: ( He’s got me pinned down with his hand around my wrists...! )

Ruki: It should be fine...as long as I keep them fixed above your head like this.

*Rustle rustle* 

Ruki: ...Nn...

*Smooch* 

Yui: ...!

( These kisses...are making it harder and harder to breathe. )

( My head’s spinning too, I just don’t know what to do anymore...! )

Ruki: ...Heh. Hey, how’s that?

Yui: Eh...?

Ruki: The inside of your mouth. ...Does it no longer hurt? 

Yui: ( Ah...The pain’s gone somehow...! )

( Now that he mentions it, Vampires can heal wounds by licking them, can’t they...? )

Seems like I’m good now. A Vampire’s healing abilities are really impressive!

Ruki: ...

Yui: ...Ruki-kun? 

Ruki: That wasn’t what I was aiming for but...I see. I suppose that’s how you’ve chosen to interpret it. 

Yui: ( I was wrong? Which means he seriously thought that simply kissing could solve it...!? )

Ruki: Well, I’m glad that it helped fix the issue but...I hope you don’t think I’ll stop right here? 

Yui: Eh? 

*Rustle* 

Ruki: Allow me to keep you company for another one to two hours. You won’t feel bored for even a split second.

Yui: ( Does that mean...!? )

Ruki: Just give up...Tell me whenever you want to move. 

...I am confident that I will be able to fulfill most of your desires. 

Yui: ( Geez...! )

Ruki: Heh...I’ll take my sweet time, to shower you in love from head to toe...

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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SxF Light Novel: Family Portrait Translation Mission 4: Portrait of the Forger Family!? (Part 2)

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A few minutes later, Yor returned with a voice saying,

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

The sound of her voice was completely her usual tone. Relieved, Loid said, 

“That was quick, Yor..Yoooor?”

He was supposed to greet Yor with a gentle smile…but he unintentionally let out a loud yelp.

This is all because Yor’s glossy black hair had all turned into bangs and was covering her face. Not only that, her hair from the chin down was wrapped around her neck like a scarf.

“I-Is there something wrong, Loid?”

Perhaps because her vision was blocked, Yor leaned forward with her hands outstretched in front of her and she slowly approached him. 

“AHHHH!! A GHOST!!”

“B-B-B-BORF!”

Anya cried out in fear, and Bond curled up his tails and shivered. The ghost herself was worried about the girl’s and the animal’s situation.

“Eh? Th-There’s a ghost? A-Are you two okay, Anya, Bond?”

How about you, Yor? Are you okay!?

Loid, who was holding back the feeling of wanting to say that, calmly asked Yor,

“Um, Yor. What did you do with your hair?”

“Eh? No, um..th-this is a recently trendy hairstyle that Camilla told me about. Since we’re here, I thought I’d give it a try.”

“That's a trendy hairstyle?”

“Y-Yes!”

Although it was slightly stumped, Yor responded firmly. 

“I was thinking that if I’m gonna be drawn, why not with the latest hairstyle, but um, does it look weird?”

“.....Uh….I won’t exactly say I didn’t like it..”

Loid was loss for words.

Needless to say, it was weird. However, if Yor truly thinks this hairstyle is good, even though it’s really improbable, it might hurt her feelings if he says otherwise. 

Just as I thought, using the toilet was just an excuse to avoid having your face painted, right? Or, did you really think that hairstyle was trendy? 

Loid stared at his wife, who had turned into a ghost with bangs, in an attempt to discern her true intentions. 

Ugh….I don’t know which is which. 

Amidst the indescribable tension running through the peaceful corner of the park, Felix said in a flat voice, 

“Um, I think that hairstyle is innovative and good, but the overall color will make it look darker, so I think the old hairstyle is better.”

After telling her so, and without worrying Loid any further, Yor restored her hair to its original state. 

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“That was a pity, wasn’t it, Yor?”

“.....Y-Yes.”

Yor, who had returned to her normal hairstyle at the painter’s request, was clearly dejected. She was still as pale as ever. 

As instructed by Felix, the three of them sat on the picnic sheet, and Bond was sleeping comfortably on the lawn beside them.

“I want it to have a natural look, so you guys should talk and do things normally. It’s perfectly fine to move around a little.”

Saying that, Felix ran his pencil across the canvas. 

“I’m hungry.”

At that, Anya picked up a sandwich and began to eat it. 

Isn’t that a bit too liberal? 

Loid thought, but the fact that Felix didn’t say anything, he guessed it must be fine. 

Yor sneezed again from the completely cold wind. Looking at her shivering, it must have been cold in her thin sleeveless shirt. 

“I think you should really put on a jacket, Yor. It’s getting very cold after all.”

Loid handed over the front-button knitted hoodie that he had taken off earlier to Yor.

“You don’t want to catch a cold, do you?”

“Ah, yes…..thank you.”

Yor took it and suddenly squinted her eyes. Immediately after that, she put the hoodie on backwards and covered her entire face with the hood. 

Eh….?

Loid flinched at Yor, who was sitting there, unperturbed. 

“Y-Yor?”

“Yes, Loid? It’s very warm here.”

Every time Yor spoke, the knitted fabric around the mouth part wriggled. 

“The wind is certainly getting colder.”

“........”

Anya, who had stopped eating her sandwich, stared at the bizarre figure in silence as she swallowed hard. Felix didn’t say anything, perhaps because he was too focused on his drawing that he didn’t notice Yor’s eccentricities. 

Reluctantly, Loid hid his inner turmoil and pointed out, “The front and back are reversed, you know,” to which Yor replied, “.......I’m sorry, I carelessly put it on.”.

Yor regretfully took off the hoodie, and after putting it back normally, her head drooped again. 

At that moment, a strong wind blew. The edge of the sheet flew in the air and made a flapping sound. At that, Anya yelped. 

“A dust went to my eyes!”

“Don’t rub it, Anya. It’ll only hurt your eyes.”

Yor hastily stopped Anya from rubbing her eyelids with her fingers. 

“Gently open your eyes, look up and try to blink them away.”

Anya, who had been blinking repeatedly as Yor told her to do so, burst into a smile. 

“It’s gone!”

“That’s good to hear.”

Yor turned away, relieved. Then, as if suddenly realizing something, she fell silent. 

She then thought, “.......come to think of it, in the magazine that featured make-up on it which Millie showed me before also said that the eyes make the biggest impression…” she mumbled something in a whisper. 

Her face was extremely serious and there was even a devilish force to it.

“Papa, Mama looks weird.”

Anya quietly whispered. 

“She even became a park ghost earlier.”

As Loid tried to turn away, Yor suddenly exclaimed, 

“AH! The strong wind! I got dust in my eyes too!”

When she said that with a terribly stiff delivery, she squeezed her eyes tightly. And if you're wondering, the wind wasn’t blowing as if it were. 

“This is bad….I can’t seem to open my eyes until around the time we get back home.”

“...........”

Anya’s face became like that of a Noh mask. Loid’s face was starting to look the same too, but he couldn’t leave it as it is. 

“Erm….are you okay, Yor?”

He said this softly as he leaned towards Yor, who was sitting across from him. 

“Let me see it please.”

When he touched her slender chin and looked into her face, Yor, who shivered, opened her eyes in surprise. 

“Ah…waaah”

“Does it hurt?”

“Ah, i-i-it’s not hurt….ing.”

“Please stay still.”

Loid whispered, and when he brought her face closer to him, Yor screamed, 

“EEEEEEEEEK!!!”

“Eh!?”

She pushed Loid’s upper body away with all her might. Loid landed on the lawn a few meters away from the picnic sheet, and was greeted with applause by the people nearby, while Felix gently chided in saying, 

“I think that was a little bit too much of a movement there.”

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(Note: It's kind of the same as what happened in chapter 35, the difference is that she pushed him and Loid was genuinely worried about her weird behavior 😄)

[literallyjustmabill]

Mabill One-Shot- “Covered in blood”

Mabill One-Shot- “Covered in blood”

The first time Bill came home covered head-to-toe in blood, Mabel was watching a sloppy romcom on tv.

Plop plop plop.

Water from Bill's clothes spilled onto the carpet by their front door.

“Bill! Don’t track rain in here- it’s frickin’ cold!”  Mabel hissed, eyes focused on the TV.

“SHIT- I THINK I STAINED THE CARPET.”

“Well geez- go get a towel or somethi-”

It wasn’t exactly the biggest startle of her life, but it was pretty high up there on the latter.

Mouth open to let flies in, she stared at his crimson-stained form.

“WHAT? DO I HAVE SOMETHING ON MY FACE?” He smiled a shit-eating grin. Bill held up his hands as if he were seeing them for the first time. "OH! THAT!" He laughed, bemused.

“Ohmygodbillwhatthehell” She fumbled, running over to him at a hurried pace. She held his arms out, inspecting him. Mabel's eyes bore into his pitch-black eyes with her furrowed brows.

She could read him.

She knew she could.

“What happened?” Mabel asked sharply.

“EH, IT WAS NOTHING, DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT.”

“You’re covered in blood.” She paled.

“NEVER SAID IT WAS MINE.”

She shivered. God- she loved him but sometimes she had to remind herself that she’s dating a demon. He’s killed. And though things have happened… since then, Mabel couldn’t forget about it. Wouldn’t.

“KIDDING! KIDDING STAR, IT’S ALL MINE.” He cackled, waving a hand to brush it aside. It was rather worrying, she might add. 

"Jesus, Bill-"

"JESUS HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS-" Bill sneered with a sharp grin.

"What happened?" She murmured, reaching a hand to his face. He sharply looked away.

"SAY," He began, and whipped his head back to her. "DON'T I NEED ONE OF THOSE 'BANDAGE-AIDES'?"

But a shower and bandaids peeled later, he managed to dance around the question like it was a game of limbo. And asleep in his arms that night, the question never faded from her thoughts.

She couldn't sleep that night.

The second time Bill came home painted head-to-toe in blood, Mabel was knitting a particular sweater for a very particular customer.

Her fingers were numb from the careful stitching and plucking. They ached and begged to be rested. But every time she sat those needles down, the plush yarn glared at her in guilt. So she’d grab them up once more.

“HONEYYYY I’M HOOOMEEEEE!” He slurred, stumbling the door closed with a thud. Bill shifted back into his smaller demonic form with ease.

Much comfier. It used less energy than sustaining a human form.

“What did you dri- HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK BILL??!!” Mabel shrieked.

There he was. Again. In blood.

“HEH HEH I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO SAY THAT.” He flopped onto her lap, staining the sweater she had worked all day on, not like she cared at the moment anyways. 

She gently pulled him up to stare at him. “Bill, I'm serious, please tell me what’s going on.”

And for a second it convinced him.

For a second that warmth in her eyes and gentle words made him want to collapse.

For a second.

“WOW- GETTING A HUMAN TO CARE ABOUT ME? YOU’RE SOMETHING, DOLLFACE.” He planted a weird sloppy eye-kiss on her forehead and stumbled back into her lap.

"I’M FINE.”

She didn’t sleep much that night either.

They both knew neither was asleep, but no one broke the hum of silence.

She couldn't take the silence the following night.

“Why can’t you talk to me about it.” She whispered, mostly to herself and not really expecting a reply.

She was staring at their room’s ceiling, her glow in the dark stars encasing the entirety of it. Both welcomed it, Bill more so than she would have thought. ‘MUHAHAH! IT’S MY UNIVERSE NOW!’ He cackled, sticking the objects carefully as he did so. ‘NO BIG DIPPERS IN MY UNIVERSE…’ Mumbling the last part, to which he received a weird stare from Mabel. That memory never failed to paint a smile on her face.

“...my power.” The demon mumbled, so small she barely registered it. Shame creeped across his face and he refused to meet her gaze when she tried to capture it. “THOSE MISERABLE FLESHLINGS ARE MAKING ME TIRED. I WASN’T LIKE THIS BEFORE.”

Bill wasn’t one for vulnerability, or hell, any icky human emotions, but it made Mabel happy, so he couldn’t argue with that. Didn’t make it more comfortable though. She continued rubbing his hand, silently motioning him to continue.

“SHOOTING STAR, I’M SUPPOSED TO BE AN ALL POWERFUL DREAM DEMON. FLESHLINGS TREMBLE AT MY PRESENCE AND BEG FOR FORGIVENESS!” And for the first time that night he pulled away his facade to look at her. His eyebrows creased as he stared deep into her brown, beautiful eyes.

“AM I ANYTHING WITHOUT IT?” He strained.

They had gone through a conversation similar to this with her. Her future, and connecting her self worth to how others viewed her.

Before she grimaced at the memory, but now it brings her joy to see how far she’s come. She’s prideful. And for Bill to ask something so personal, something that clearly he’s been thinking about for awhile, well it makes her feel all the more close to him.

She pulled him into an embrace, which albeit was more difficult with him being in a vessel. Yet he always refused to sleep beside her without it.

“YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME NOW, SHOOTING STAR!” He’d cackled and squeeze her close.

She smiled.

“Trust me, you’re going to be ok. It’s all gonna be ok.” Mabel muffled into his sweater, and squeezed him tighter.

Bill felt sharp stinging in his eyes, welling up with tears. He wanted to scoff.

He hated human emotions.

But for Mabel, maybe they aren't so infuriating.

[daydream-x-reality]

Sweets Groovy - Shinkai Kanata FS 4*

Season: Autumn

Kanata: hum hum hu~m♪

mix everything together well, then draw circles like blue-ringed octopus spots~ draw~ round and round and round♪

–hmm? who is it. it’s noisy out there~ i’m having fun “cooking”, i wish they’d keep it down

Niki: W, what in the world is going on here!? The smell—it STINKS!?

Kanata: ah. so the footsteps were you, niki. hello~☆

Niki: –Gya!? What’s with this brutal accident scene!?

Lined up on the table are... things with fish impaled in them… This looks like a painting of hell! The fishy smell is awful too!

Hm…? Sniff sniff… Mixed in with the smell of death is… a hint of butter and chocolate and milk…?

Uh… This trapezoidal thing with a bunch of shishamo sticking out of it… what the heck is this?

Kanata: yep, that’s “anemone chocolate”

Niki: A, anemone chocolate!?

Kanata: yes. precisely speaking, it’s chocolate cupcakes decorated with shishamo. and i just made cookies~♪

Niki: Chocolate, cupcakes, cookies? N, no way… It can’t be…

You mean these things are food? You weren't torturing the fish!?

Kanata: how rude~ hmph. i would never do that to the fishies. i’m making some yummy sweets

Niki: I don’t believe you! If you were cooking, there's no way it would've turned out this horrific though?

Or rather. Shinkai-kun, during the Old-Fashioned Sports Festival, you were in the dormitory kitchen making bentos, right? If that’s the case, then how–

(Hm? Wait a minute… If I give it a real good think again…)

(At the time, Shinkai-kun and Tenshouin-kun were there, but they were more like assistants, and the actual food prep was done by Kazehaya-kun…)

(Could it be that Kazehaya-kun anticipated a disaster and protected the peace of the kitchen!? He really is an immovable guardian deity...!)

Kanata: mm, i did make bentos for everyone during the “old-fashioned sports festival”

i made "chocolates" at the chocolat fes last year, and that got me interested in cooking

today i decided to “challenge” myself and make "sweets" all by myself

the "mackerel chocolates" i made during chocolat fes weren’t very well liked. strange, isn’t it?

but it can’t be helped. we can’t change the results.

that’s why this time i’ll make sure my “sweets” are received "well". it's "revenge", so to speak

but. i don't have anyone to help me “taste test”, so i’m in a bit of a “pickle”. there's no point if i make and eat them myself

so you came at the right time. niki, would you be my “taste tester”~?

Niki: T, taste test!? You want me to eat that!? No no no no! I’ll pass on this one!

Kanata: eh~ why not? i did my “best” making all these “sweets”. they’re definitely delicious~

Niki: No, no! You're kidding, right!? No matter how I look at it, they definitely taste terrible! You can’t call this cooking. This is blasphemous to the ingredients–

(......Hm? Wait a minute.)

(If… if I don’t taste test these… then what’ll happen to the poor ingredients? They might just get thrown into the garbage…!?)

N…n…Nnnnnnnn!

Aghhhhh! I’d rather commit seppuku than abandon the ingredients and let them go to waste!

Fine! I’ll be your taste tester!

Kanata: yay♪ thank you very much~ i “made” a lot, so “eat” up~ here, go ahead☆

Niki: Gh… This smells crazy. It feels like my saliva is retracting and my mouth has completely dried up!? It was made with foodstuffs so there's no way it's inedible, but I’m still hesitant…!

No no, Shiina Niki! This is the time to man up… there’s nothing in this world that isn’t edible☆ Let’s have a taste!

……

Kanata: poke… poke. he~y, niki~?

h~m. his “face” turned “deathly pale”

he did eat everything though. looking at him, it seems like the sweets weren’t a “success”. that’s “too bad”

but i won’t give up

even small droplets of water can hollow out a stone if they keep dripping in the same place☆

time to begin my “revenge” again. it's “challenge time”☆

Niki: Please, just surrender gracefully..!!! How can you be so optimistic even when you’re looking right at this tragedy?

Kanata: ah. you opened your “eyes”. i’m glad that you’re so full of spirit

Niki: I dreamed that I was about to cross a beautiful river to the other side, but an insanely strong sense of responsibility brought me back

At this rate, it’s only a matter of time before someone here falls victim to your cooking… As a chef, I can’t let that happen

The kitchen is supposed to be for making tasty dishes, not a murder site

That’s why I’m going to be your assistant and help you make those sweets, Shinkai-kun!

Kanata: h~m? for some reason it “feels” like you said a bunch of “rude” things?

well, it’s fine. it’s good to have more “friends”

i learned a phrase from “ohisama”-san that’s perfect for right now: this is “ii hiyori”♪

clap clap clap☆ niki, you’re amazing~

tuna “cutlet sandwich”, sea bream “pie”, “senbei” made from ground fish powder. and, "cookies" made using sardine paste

all of them were really delicious~♪

Niki: Nahaha. If you’re satisfied, then it’s all good~♪

But you helped out too, Shinkai-kun. Having you to mix the ingredients and knead things together was a great help

Kanata: fufu. they were rather “small” tasks, but i’m “happy” that you said that

—now☆

Niki: Hm? Shinkai-kun, why are you rolling up your sleeves…?

Kanata: i wasn’t able to demonstrate my “ability” just by mixing and kneading together the “ingredients”

Niki: Um……?

Kanata: besides, after watching you “cook”, i thought of a lot of great “ideas”~

as “thanks” for making so many delicious “sweets”, it’s my turn to show off what i can "do"

Niki: Even after all that, you’re still not satisfied!? Ah, wait... STOOOOOOP!!

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Athena

So. I have to deal with the virgin goddesses… By mythos, there really shouldn't ever be children of Artemis, Hestia, or Athena (yes, Athena was a virgin goddess). PJ got past that by making it canon that Annabeth and her siblings were born from cracking open Athena's skull (yes, that's also more or less the canon explanation). They gloss over it real quick but I remember, Rick. I've always remembered and that mental image has haunted me for years...

I can't, in good conscience, ignore the history around Athena's worship (call it an academic restraint) but I REFUSE to do the skull thing. So, since I make the rules here, I'm going with magic adoption. They still get magic powers, they're just more human than demigod. Cool? Cool.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena

Lucifer

The human that popped out of the portal seemed to have enough sense not to attack everyone in the room for a change, but even Lucifer could tell that was more of a strategic choice than for lack of ability...

Their very existence was highly unusual… and quite worrisome. He wasn't even aware Athena could have "children" of her own, but apparently she had been taking in some particularly bright humans to raise and train like her own...

Unbeknownst to him, a surprising amount of human scholars, diplomats, and generals have her to thank for their trade… and that alone should speak to the level of intrigue at play here. 

Was this an accident or Athena's attempt to plant an Olympian spy in the Devildom too…? Either way, he didn't trust them from the get go…

Look, Lucifer isn’t stupid. Athena is a goddess of Wisdom and War and war happens on more than just the battlefield… 

Since they've shown up records have been going missing, official documents keep getting misplaced, and he swears that there's some kind of bug in the student council room...!

It's infuriating watching the MC suck up to Diavolo when he's almost certain that they're running their own agenda behind the scenes! And he can't prove any of it!! They cover their tracks too well!

Lucifer has one of those corkboards covered in newspapers and string in a secret wing of the Castle - 100% dedicated to just tracking the MC's activities…. The longer they're there, the more obsessed he becomes...

He swears between Simeon, Solomon, and MC he feels like a shepherd wondering why the sheep are growling… The Devildom has never been in more danger than it is right now... Send help.

Mammon

To be honest, he kind of thought that they were just going to be Satan 2.0 but that's not really true.

They're more than just a book sponge! Though they do read, like a lot. Let’s just say from one schemer to another… Game recognizes Game.

They come up with plans and ideas soooo fast, it’s insane! Honestly, there are times where he has a new money-making plot and he just brings it to the MC first to run it over. 

Nine times out of ten, not only do they sniff out any problems but they have a solution for him in a matter of minutes! His scheme game has been on point since they’ve shown up!!

They’re also even better tutoring than Satan is, so he’s even managed to get a couple A’s for the first time in his life! Lucifer actually told him he was proud (which he secretly recorded and now uses as a ringtone much to his brother’s regret...)

So yeah, he likes them... buuut that doesn’t keep him from thinking they act a little weird sometimes... 

Mammon: *points to a unused tower close to the RAD building* Over there is the Tower of Sorrow. We use it for storage.

MC: Ah. Interesting… *starts writing in a notebook, muttering* It may need a few minor tweaks but the location is defensible...

Mammon: *stops* Ya say somethin’?

MC: *looks back up* Nope! Say, you’ve been to the Castle a lot haven’t you? Do you know any good ways in?

Mammon: Uhm… Why do ya want to know that…? *starts looking around for Lucifer*

MC: In case of emergencies. I like being prepared. 🙂

Mammon: Look, I don’t know what Lucifer might’a told ya…

MC: I’ll pay you a thousand Grimm for it.

Mammon: Well shit, ya want those maps with or without color?

... Yeeeah, that’s pretty weird… But it’s probably fine. I mean, as long as they keep giving him money, who’s he to complain? 🤷‍♀️

Leviathan

Also thought that they’d be a lot more like Satan but was pleasantly surprised that they were into more than books.

What else did they like exactly? Military strategy!!

It’s been a looong time since he’s been able to talk to someone who’s actually interested in all the battles he’s fought, both in the Celestial Realm and the Devildom, and their curiosity is kind of flattering...! Not a lot of people take his strategic prowess all that seriously anymore...

Plus, they are the BEST partner to have any turn-based strategy game. Hands down. He once got stuck on a level of D-COM for weeks until the MC walked in and mopped the floor with the AI!! They have a serious head for probability and tactics.

The House once made the mistake of letting these two be on the same team during a Hell Game and they absolutely demolished the competition. Mammon didn’t even get a single shot off before half his team was lost to a rigged paint grenade… It took a whole day to clean up… 

However, Levi’s also noticed some odd things about the human… He likes that they’re interested in his past but maybe they’re a little… too interested?

Levi: -and that’s how we defeated the Four Horsemen before they escaped from Purgatory. 

MC: Wow, Levi that’s seriously impressive!! *furiously scribbling on a notebook*

Levi: Well t-thanks… 😅 But, uhm... are you writing that down…?

MC: Hm? Oh no, just doodling. *they lift up the notebook to show a bunch of cute little sketches on the page… and not the magic-based invisible ink all over them…*

Levi: Oh you draw too? Can you do fanart???

MC: Eh, sometimes. But say Levi, can you tell me about your naval ranks again? I’m still really curious… *gets the pen ready again with a smile*

Satan

Oh, it's been a long game of cat-and-mouse between these two… and unfortunately, it’s been pretty addicting too.

He honestly had every intention of tricking the human into making a huge mess do he could bother Lucifer, but at every turn they proved just a hair too clever for him...

He once gave them a cursed book to “lend” to Lucifer, but they saw through it the moment they touched it and lifted the spell before handing it over.

He rigged a podium to spray glitter during one of Lucifer's speeches but the MC disconnected the trigger mic before he even got on stage. It was pretty dang frustrating...

At one point he got so desperate that, just as a test, he tried to trap them in the House's Music Room. Fortunately for them, it only took a few minutes to work out an escape. They even passed by him in the hallway with a wink!

It's confounding! It's infuriating!! 

...and it's so damn sexy... He should be furious but he’s just in awe!!

Add on that they know their art, literature, and multiple different crafts thanks to the tutelage of their adopted mother and that’s it. He’s finished. This boy is in love.

Truthfully though, a part of him is 90% sure that they’re also gathering state secrets… Like, they’re watching Barbs and Diavolo far too close for comfort - but he just can't bring himself to care. 🤷‍♀️

The MC could walk into his room one day and say, "Hey, do you want to help overthrow the monarchy with me?" and he dreads it because deep down he knows that he wouldn’t say no…

Take some notes, kids. Some bad influences get you to drink or do drugs. Others pull you into a centuries long conspiracy to destabilize and topple rival realms from within… But he has fallen for their brain hard. Devil help them all…

Asmodeus 

They’re pretty clever, he’ll give them that, but uh… Are they a little off to anybody else?

Asmo is a charmer by birthright so he has a bit of nose for when someone’s just a liiittttle too nice… Not much of a nose mind you, because he can be thrown off by compliments himself, but enough to think that the MC might be a little too… “kind” for their own good...

First off, who wants to spend that much time with Levi?? They don’t even seem that interested in anime! They just keeping asking him for old war stories…

Then all the sucking up they do to Diavolo and Barbatos? Look, he gets it. Diavolo is a delicious piece of man-hunk and his butler could give him a lesson or two in sweet-talk (and he has), but they seem to be just a little too… nosy.

Of course, Asmo’s suspicions disappear pretty quickly after they start to spoil him with spa nights and beauty secrets they picked up from “casual research” into the subject.

And you know, get a little Demonus in Asmo and start massaging his back? Oh, sweetie he’ll sing like a bird!! … with gossip. Singing with gossip.

Asmo: So I’ve heard that Lucifer has been spending more time at RAD than usual… His whole club is talking about it, they think he’s meeting with some witch!

MC: Hm, is that so? *works on a knot near his shoulder blades* What do you think?

Asmo: Ooh~! Right there, MC! *purrs and lays his head on his arms* Well come on, this is Lucifer we’re talking about! I’m sure he’s just working.

Asmo: Hmm... though come to think of it, I think I heard him asking Barbatos for the spare keys to the Tower of Sorrow…

MC: Oh really? Huh. *works out the knot and gets up* I just remembered that I left some papers with Satan... I’ll be right back.

Asmo: You’re going already??

MC: *waves him off quickly* I’ll be right back, Asmo. *hurries out the door to do totally on-the-up-and-up things… surely*

Beelzebub 

Honestly he doesn't like this one… But not for the reasons you'd expect.

He agrees with everyone else that they seem a little shady, but Solomon and Simeon are too so it's not like that's anything new... 🤷‍♀️

No, no. He dislikes them because they're the person who FINALLY figured out how to keep him from eating all the food in the kitchen!!

Turns out that the trick was to put a teleportation charm on the fridge door that would send all the food away if it’s opened after a certain time of night… 

And where does it go? The Purgatory Hall fridge. And where does the Purgatory Hall food go…? The HoL fridge…

It doesn’t sound so bad until you remember that it means half of their fridge is now Solomon’s leftovers…. 🤢

After they put the same kind of spell on the pantry, it was all over… He couldn't get midnight snacks from the House anymore… Everything was contaminated by Solomon…

The MC is a nice enough person, he doesn’t have a lot of complaints about them, but he wants them to leave. Now. This is inexcusable… He’s so hungry… and he doesn’t want to die by “goulash” or whatever Solomon calls his latest culinary catastrophe… He’s still too young for death… 😓

Belphegor 

In a way, he absolutely could not have asked for a better person to help him get out of that attic.

… In another way, he got one of the worst possible people to try and kill... Like. They saw through his scheme sooo fast…

How was he supposed to know that the human had training in body language and sniffing out lies???

Getting the door open was a piece of cake for them. They knew enough magic to undo the seals and just rummaged around Lucifer's stuff long enough to find the key to the door. He could not have found a more competent individual for a break out, really.

It’s just… well he didn’t expect to go from locked in a room like a prisoner to tied up in enchanted rope, still like a prisoner but now mobile. 😑 

They even used his own hug ruse against him! They caught his wrists when they got close and tied him up before he could shake them off...

Admittedly, it wasn't exactly the best look for them either - what with walking Belphegor downstairs to the others like a one-man-prison-caravan but they're as silver-tongued as they are sly so they talked their way out of it beautifully… 

And like hell was he going to trust them after that!! And not even Beel liked them so something had to be up...

Well, you want a detective? Look no farther than Belphie (no seriously, it’s in the canon). He can put things together pretty fast when he puts his mind to it and watching the MC for a while gave him enough proof to work off of...

He always knew that, humans were bad news and the MC just proved it to him all over again. They are bad news, bad bad news and they’re going to-!

Overthrow… Diavolo…? Is that what he is getting from them…? Huh…

Wait a second, MC. You might just have him interested… 😏

[slasherrabbitmadness]

Beach day with the Slashers

Female Reader -Bo- Gender-neutral -everyone else-

Bo- Fingering but no penetration. Dirty talk.

Angst and Fluff with Herbert and Dan (They pronouns used for Y/N) Fluff with Michael and Jason.

Michael Myers (1978 with the extra height of the 2018 one)

> Wants to visit the beach during the day. He’ll even have his mask off. Instead of enjoying the beautiful view of the sun hitting the blue ocean, you spend your day staring at your handsome boyfriend.

> Michael is just there to scan for new victims. He kills people who litter, hates seeing wrappers and cigarette butts littered across nature.

> You egg him on to go swimming, it takes a lot of coaxing. “Please, Michael, just for a little bit.” He points to your belongings on the towel, “They’ll be fine, who’s gonna want to steal some sandwiches and some towels?” He shook his head. You got down on your knees and gave him sad puppy dog eyes. He grumbled then lifted you onto his shoulder, you squealed as you placed your hands on his firm back, rubbing his taut muscles.

> When he got up to his pecs in the water he threw you in. You came up for air, “Mikey, what the hell!?”

> “What? You wanted in the water.” He gave a small smile.

> He made you swim in front of the beach while he just stood in the water and watched. He knew you’d be fine, it was your belongings he was worried for. You caught his eyes, his already dark blue eyes were now matching the deepest parts of the ocean. He barreled through the water, pushing you aside. You watched him as he made his way up onto the beach.

> Some fuck had the bright idea to do some stealing. He just happens to choose the one man’s belongings you don’t fuck with.

> Before that guy had time to react to a six-foot-three man, hauling ass like he is a tiger chasing after a deer, Michael clocked him so hard in the face the man immediately went down.

> People stood around Michael, some congratulating him for knocking out a thief, others gawked “My God he swung that punch so hard.” “Is the thief even breathing?” Michael stood over your belongings, and turned back towards you, just making your way out of the ocean. Michael was mad, but not as mad at what he saw next.

> Some random beach Chad made his way over to you, “Yo, that was wild huh?” You gave a quick, “Ya.” not caring to speak to him, just wanted to get back to your boyfriend. “He just knocked that guy out in one punch.” You made your way up the beach, he grabbed at you “Hey, be careful, probably want to stay aw-”

>The poor sap never stood a chance, Michael swung his fist so hard Chad went flying back into the water.

> “I’ve had enough, we're leaving.”

> You were gonna protest, but when you scanned the crowd, you realized that yeah, we’re gonna go home.

> Walking back home, Michael held your hand, tightly. “Mikey?” He grunts, “You don’t like people touching your belongings, huh?” You turned to look up at him and he caught you in a kiss. He snuck his tongue in, dominating yours, you moaned and he pulled away. You whined and he smiled.

> “what’s mine is mine.”

Jason Voorhees

> He’s the beach’s lifeguard, so if you wanna spend a beach day with Jason, you’ll have to do it after hours. You would, but Jason takes the evening shifts too.

> Everybody loved Jason. Kids loved him, he was always so nice to them after all. He gave them swimming lessons. He was always so patient with them, never getting mad if a kid was struggling to grasp the basics.

> Men and Women loved Jason. His stoic demeanor, his calming presence...his bulging muscles. Jason was oblivious to all kinds of flirting. “Your hands are like, so big!” said a bubbly tanned beach bunny. Jason just grunts. A muscle-bound beach bro asked, “Bet you lift a lot eh, what’s your macros?” Jason just looked at his large bicep, he shrugged.

> When you visit him at work he gives you small waves then his eyes go right back to the water, not wanting to miss anything. Dedicated <3

> He doesn’t take a proper lunch break, he’ll eat his food while watching the beach, scarfing down the food as fast as possible.

> After a long day, you’ll finally have Jason all to yourself.

> Night swimming!

> You and Jason have splash fights, that he often wins, his large palms create huge splashes that knock you back into the water.

> Keeps you incredibly close in the water, will bug you to wear a life jacket if you ever swam without him. He’s very protective.

> Holds you close to him the further out you go. He won’t let you go, so it’s the perfect time to smother him in kisses.

> Jason hums into your kisses, his large hands running up and down your back, the water and his hands feel perfect on your skin.

> Jason couldn’t be happier that you're together.

Herbert West + Dan Cain - Poly relationship or what Derrick Barry calls a ‘throuple’

> “Please Herbert, for me?” He grimaced at you. Don’t you know how busy he is? Perfect specimens don’t just end up dead you know? Someones gotta end a life! You sighed and brought out the big gun. “Well, Dan said-” The moment Dan left your lips, Herbert was pushing you and him out the door.

> You and Dan had a blast, building castles, collecting seashells, playing some beach volleyball with another friendly couple.

> Herbert sulked under the beach umbrella, nose in a large medical textbook.

> “If you come with us, Herbert, we’ll get you a grape freezie!” Dan coaxed but it did not affect Herbert. Herbert waved you both off as if you were two mosquitoes bugging him.

> You and Dan walked hand in hand, swinging them in between yourself on your way to the little concession stand. “You sure it was for the best we brought him, Dan?” Dan looked at you and frowned, your eyes were a little glossy. “He only came because you were coming.” You felt the tears rolling down your cheek.

> “fuck, Herbert, you little monster.” Dan cursed to under his breath. Dan knew Herbert gravitated more towards him. It’s not that Herbert didn’t like you, just Dan was there first. Dan never told you but he often caught Herbert staring at you, a softness in his eyes that Dan knew meant one thing…

> “I’m sorry…” You mumbled, quickly rubbing the back of your hand over your eyes. Dan shushed you and brought you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head.

> “Don’t be, Herbert should be. Some Vitamin D is much needed for his pale little body. I’ll talk to him, okay? In the meantime, focus on me!”

> Dan and you continued with the most fun day ever. You ate your freezies, swapping flavors halfway through. A little boy asked Dan to help with flying his kite, Dan’s height coming in handy.

> Herbert stewed in his spot under the umbrella, watching you and Dan have fun, “Hmph, wasting time.” He kept peeking from his book, eyes on you, how you smiled when you looked into Dan’s eyes, how you leaned in closer, head resting on his shoulder. How Dan wrapped his arm around your waist, lips on your ear whispering...God knows what, Herbert can only imagine.

> “They could just yank me away from this, make me spend time with them...not that I want to. But if they dragged me away from my book then I’d have no choice.”

> When it got late, You and Dan packed away everything into the bags, Herbert supervised. How helpful/s

> Dan had you drop a few of the smaller items at the car on your own, he made Herbert help with some of the heavier items. As your figure became smaller and smaller in the distance, Dan turned to Herbert, “You know, they wer-”

> “I can’t believe you two, frolicking about so openly.” Herbert had cut Dan off. Herbert fumbled with the bags while trying to push up his glasses. Dan fumed.

> “You mean act like a couple, which we are, which you're a part of. Or are you only a couple with me?”

> Herbert snapped “excuse me, you and Y/N are most certainly a couple, which I have no part of.”

> Dan scoffed and shook his head “They want to be with you too, Herbert, They do like you, They feel upset with how you treat them. Now I know deep down you adore them, you best start showing it.”

> Herbert stopped, he looked at Dan and then at you in the distance starting the car.

> Later that night, Herbert had asked if you’d help in the basement. As tired as you were, you went to help. Herbert scarcely looked at you, but he found ways to touch you. Hands ghosting over yours as you handed him some flasks. Grabbing your hips softly to move you out of the way.

> “Everything good, Herbert?” You asked. His eyes looked everywhere but you. He stepped a little closer to you, His face only a foot away.

> He smashed his lips onto yours and wrapped you up in his arms. His hands rubbing along your sides, pulling you in so tight you were surprised he was strong enough to bring pain that way.

> “Don’t cry over me. Okay?” Your face felt hot, you nodded. “You are mine too, not just Dan’s, okay?” You nodded again. “Good. Now kiss me.”

> The kiss started tender but that just wasn’t gonna cut it with all the tension between you two.

Bo Sinclair /Female reader/

> Lookin’ at all the pretty girls go by.

> Catches you catching him staring, flashes his baby blues at you, “C’mon darling, you know you're still the apple of mah eye.”

> Gets pissed when other guys check you out. Strolls on over and wraps an arm around you, sneering at the Chads and Kyles.

> “You just had to wear that sexy little number, didn’t ya?” He snarled in your face. You grabbed your tits in the cute red bikini and gave them a Lil shake.

> Bo yanked you away from the beach, you protested, hitting his large forearm, “Bo, what the hell? Oh come on, you act like a leech an-” He cut you off, his lips slammed onto yours, the kiss was teeth and a little tongue action.

> Bo had yanked you away to some run-down looking bathrooms, the paint was so old it looked like the original coat from the 1960s

> “Now, Darlin, looks like you’ve just been wanting to rial me up now, huh? Wanting those sons of bitches to fuck you?” He leaned in close to your ear, his heavy breathing making you shake with anticipation. He suckled on it, causing you to buckle at the knees.

> “Bo, no I didn’t wan-want ah, the- them to” You were panting as he made small circles on your clit over your bikini bottoms. His fingers were calloused but he could be surprisingly gentle.

> “Now, yah best be quiet so no one hears ya, understood, Doll?” You whimpered and Bo flashed you his pearly whites. “That’s a good girl.”

> You should make him jealous more often.

[wintershades]

Who wants another scene from a Fjorester Persuasion AU? :)

This is based on that moment when Anne (Jester) learns what Wentworth (Fjord) thought upon first seeing her again. I went for a more humorous take, since Jester gets the scoop from Beau and Veth—and they have opinions.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Partway through brunch, as the sun peeked under their umbrellaed table on the patio of The Meridian, the trio began to talk of the party that Beau and Veth had attended a few nights before.

The mention of it sent Jester’s heart rushing apace, though she didn’t dare to acknowledge why. Instead, she let the conversation wander where it may: From Beau’s description of a guest with eyes of blue and violet, to Veth’s accounting of the fine tableware she’d stolen.

And when the discussion turned to Captain Stone, Jester didn’t try to change the subject.

This was a calculated decision. It wouldn’t be in her character to turn her eye from any sailor, let alone one with whom she was acquainted. She’d ask a question about him—no, two questions. The first would quench her curiosity, while the second would prove her indifference.

But then Veth said, in a pointed way: “He wasn’t very gallant by you, Jester.”

At this, a cold spike of nerves ran across the tiefling’s body, and the food went flavorless in her mouth. She heard Beau sigh—but to her dismay, the woman didn’t dispute Veth’s claim.

“How do you mean?” Jester asked, and Veth leaned in close.

“He said you were so changed that he wouldn’t have recognized you.”

Instinctively, Jester reached up and touched her face. Because of course she’d changed in nearly nine years time: Her features had lost the blush and brightness of youth, and when she smiled, laugh lines appeared at the corners of her eyes. Her figure was softer. Her hair, more tamely arranged.

But she had a formidable pair of cheekbones now! And she liked how she looked.

Mostly.

“Is it the ridges in my horns?” Jester fretted, running her fingertips over them. “It’s the ridges in my horns, isn’t it.”

“It’s not how you look,” Beau told her firmly. “First of all: You’re as beautiful as you ever were. Full stop. And who would ever forget a freckled blue tiefling? . . . Really, I think it’s more of a—eh . . . .”

“Personality thing,” Veth concluded.

Jester froze with the tips of her horns in her hands. “A personality thing?” she repeated. “What does that mean?”

“You’ve grown up, that’s all. You’re way more relaxed—and ladylike, I guess?” Beau smiled and gestured out toward the city. “You’re not running around town all night, painting dicks on storefronts.”

Jester’s jaw dropped. “But I did paint a dick on a storefront—just this week!”

“Before that, though, how long had it been?” Veth countered. Jester reflected on the question, and she was alarmed to find that she couldn’t fix an exact date.

“Well—it’s just— . . . I value my art more these days. You don’t want to produce work of substandard quality, or oversaturate the market, or—”

“See? You say shit like that now,” Beau said.

“And you eat your donuts with a fork,” Veth added.

The tiefling looked down, and before her was the evidence: a pastry, neatly quartered on its plate and framed by her silverware. But the horrors didn’t stop there. She’d picked a glazed donut—not out of preference for the flavor, but simply to avoid getting powdered sugar on her clothes.

Changed beyond recognition!

Could Fjord be right?

Of course, her improved table manners made for a silly example—but as Jester thought more about it, she could see how her ambitions and strivings in society had reshaped her. She and Fjord had both gone out into the world in search of themselves. But she’d returned as less of who she really was, in the service of becoming more palatable to others.

Slowly, Jester raised her head.

“I’m like an old person,” she said in despair, “and he thinks I’m dull.”

“Oh, come on,” said Veth. “Why do you care what some random sailor thinks of you? I bet his ship isn’t even that big.”

Beau eased back in her chair, watching as the halfling took a sip of her mimosa. She crossed her arms over her chest—and tipped her head to one side—and leveled her gaze at Jester.

“Because,” she said, “they were a thing.”

Instantly, Veth choked and spat her drink back into her glass. Then she turned and slipped it onto the tray of a passing server, stealthily trading it for another. She was still coughing as she said, “They were a fucking what?”

Beau leaned forward eagerly. “I saw how you reacted to seeing him, and I know Fjord lived in Nicodranas for a while. I’m right, aren’t I?”

Jester held still for a moment. Then her shoulders slumped, and when she buried her face in her hands, her friends erupted into sounds of amazement.

“I knew it!” said Beau, just as Veth cut in—

“You and that guy? But—”

“—how serious was it? Was it just physical, or—”

“That’s a very personal question, Beau,” Veth scolded. Then, she moved closer to Jester. “You can just tell me, if you want.”

“Why would she just tell you?”

Their bickering continued, or so Jester supposed, as she heard little more of it. She felt that she was sinking into a fog. She breathed in, steadying herself, and she caught the varied aromas of the meals all around them—and under that, the smell of the sea. For a brief time, it returned her to a certain day on the docks in Nicodranas.

The day when she’d returned Fjord’s ring, and she’d told him that she was leaving for Rexxentrum.

She couldn’t study art with the masters and go to sea at the same time, she’d pointed out. But he’d pleaded with her. And he’d vowed to wait for her. And he’d said, with such heartbreak and disbelief: What will you have us be? Friends?

Yes, was what Jester had told him—but Fjord couldn’t accept it, and he couldn’t fathom that she could, either. Suddenly, he’d realized the truth: an outside force had persuaded Jester to part with him.

His hurt had turned to anger in an instant. They’d said some harsh things. Then, as their argument drew to a close, he’d arrived at a different solution.

He’d said: Let us be strangers. Forget me, as I will forget you.

And now, he’d said: She’s so changed that I wouldn’t have recognized her.

Very slowly, Jester emerged from her daze. When she realized that Veth and Beau were still arguing, she spoke up and stopped them cold.

“We were engaged,” she told them, “and I ended it. I was convinced that tying myself to him would close doors for me.”

Beau furrowed her brow. “Who convinced you of that?”

The tiefling averted her gaze. Beau and Veth glanced at each other, and then they narrowed their eyes.

“Lady Mardoon,” they muttered in unison.

At the mention of her friend’s name, Jester made an effort to compose herself. She would master these feelings; she would temper these hopes. She would ask only two questions, and no more.

“Is Fjord happy?” she asked Beau. The woman’s expression softened.

“He seems to be.”

“And in all the time you traveled with him . . . he really never spoke of me?”

Beau paused, seeming to search her memory. “He’s never mentioned you by name,” she finally said.

In the throes of her feelings, Jester didn’t notice that this was a different answer than “no.” Nor did she notice Beau’s pensive expression, or the way she glanced down at her bag, as if she yearned to retrieve one of her journals.

Jester only knew that Fjord did not speak of her, and very likely, he did not think of her.

They were strangers, and he was happy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The truth, of course, was different. But not altogether so.

First of all, Fjord never meant for his comment to reach Jester’s ears. He did find her greatly changed, but when he spoke so bluntly, he was still affected by the lingering shock of their reunion.

Because he’d never intended to see her again.

Ever.

In his view, that way was shut. She no longer had any power over him. He’d been deeply attached to her, but in failing to stand by her convictions, Jester had severed their bond and lost him forever.

Never mind that in all his travels, Fjord had never met her equal.

Never mind that once, when he’d been asked what sort of person could win his heart, her image rose in his thoughts like an apparition—for good and ill.

“It must be someone who loves adventure,” Fjord had declared, “and I do favor an easy laugh and a kind heart. But above everything, they must know their own mind.”

And what did he mean by that, exactly?

The captain had made a show of pondering the question.

“I can’t abide by those who are too easily swayed,” he’d said. “Enough of my life is spent at the mercy of the wind. I must have someone with the courage to sail against it.”

Fjord had smiled then, inviting the listener to suppose that his pretty words had been spoken in jest. Because no one would believe it, but he’d thought a great deal on these subjects.

Far more than most people, certainly—and with greater feeling than he’d ever care to admit.

[peachtree-dish]

A Te Che Sei Il Mio Amore Grande

I'm writing fanfics again. Woot!

Inspired by the song of the same name.

Chapter One: Quando Ti Guardo

June 06, 1969

Luca drummed his fingers restlessly along the soft velvet of his armrest, his eyes switched from peering out at the Italian coastal terrain and once again reading the watch that rested against his wrist.

“You’re doing it again.”

His eyes snapped up to watch as Giulia sighed at him from behind the thick leather-bound novel in her hands. As her amused yet exasperated gaze landed on him, he grinned sheepishly.

“Mi dispiace, Giulia. I honestly don’t remember the ride being this long.” He checked his watch again and grimaced. “Has it really only been ten minutes?”

Admitting defeat, the red-headed girl marked her place and set the book aside. “Luca, it’s been nine months, si? But what is the one thing we’ve learned about time from Segnora Rosa?” She quirked a knowing brow at him as Luca slumped forward.

“Time is always constant, lo so.” He mumbled.

“Esattamente, therefore,” She continued as she picked up her book with renewed gusto, “the train will take exactly an hour every single time we travel to and from Porto Rosso.” With her argument settled, Giulia returned to her page and began reading once more. After a moment of stillness, she peered at him subtly from above her page. Luca was looking outside once more, his eyes filled with a mixture of yearning, and his mouth twisted in anxiety. With a kinder expression, she said, “If it’s any consolation, amico mio, I’m sure he’s just as nervous to see you.”

Luca puffed out his cheeks but didn’t reply, instead preferring to peer down at his clasped hands.

“Maybe you could finish the bracelets you’ve been working on, that will help you pass the time better and maybe keep your mind off things, eh?” She nodded to his school jacket pocket which held a mass of multicolored strings that had yet to be organized. Perking up at the thought, Luca agreed and set to work on detangling the threads from one another.

Outside the bright light of the morning sun blazed peacefully across the pristine indigo coastline and followed the two youths on the journey. Some miles away, a small town was anything but peaceful.

“Massimo!” A young man jumped up the paved stairways of Porto Rosso, disturbing the half-dozen pigeons resting there. At their indignant coos and squawks, Alberto quickly glanced back with a slight shout of “sorry!” before continuing on his rampage towards the Marcovaldo residence. Skidding to a stop once he passed the archway, he leaned heavily against the tree that he and Luca had slept in nearly a year ago prior and gasped.

With a large crash, both Massimo and Machiavelli burst through the front door looking frazzled and ready for a fight. The latter was fully puffed up with his claws digging into the cobblestone walkway and his pupils shrunken to small slits. Massimo swiveled his head around looking for whatever danger could have provoked Alberto’s shout, his shoulders hunched and his good arm gripping his harpoon tightly. However, when no danger presented itself, he glared half-heartedly through his eyebrows at the young sea monster who sheepishly grinned.

“Well, where’s the fuoco, eh?”

“Yeah, sorry about that, Massimo, everything’s fine. But!” He pointed animatedly at the large man, “you are aware of what day it is, right? We only have a few hours until-”

“Until Giulia and Luca arrive, si piccolo, lo so. You’ve only been talking about it for a month now.” Shouldering his harpoon and popping his neck, the old fisherman turned to enter the house, an unhappy Machiavelli climbing onto his open shoulder, but not before growling irritably at Alberto.

“Come have breakfast, Alberto, we’ll see what we can do to keep busy while we wait.” The large man patted Alberto’s sun-kissed shoulder before entering the house. Slumping in resignation, the teen followed behind Massimo but not before stretching to give one last searching look at the expansive cliffs that breached the horizon, hopeful to see a plume of smoke.

**************

When the train finally pulled into the stazione, Luca was already flinging the train door open and running into the waiting arms of his mother who squealed with delight and refused to set him down for several long moments, much to Luca’s embarrassment and secret delight. An equally excited Giulia was soon to follow, and she said a quick hello to the Paguro’s before launching into Massimo’s open arms. While his father patted him on the head and asked the generic questions of wellbeing, Luca tried to glance around his parents. If Massimo was here, then so was-

“I told you I’d be okay.” Luca’s heart thudded painfully in his chest for one moment as Alberto sauntered into view. Prying himself from his mother, the young sea monster swiftly walked to Alberto and embraced him without pause. Luca buried his face into the crook of Alberto’s neck and breathed him in for the first time in nine months.

Whatever nerves and fear Alberto had been holding released him the moment his best friend enveloped him in his arms. Luca had grown slightly taller over the colder months and his skin had lost its sun-kissed pigmentation, but the warmth in his eyes had not faded in the slightest.

“Welcome home, Luca,” Alberto mumbled into his friend's hair, ignoring the wetness gathering at the corner of his eyes, he pulled away with a chuckle. “Are we going to do this every time we say ciao?” Luca smiled wetly and scrubbed weakly at his face.

“I think I could get used to it if it’s with you.” Alberto resolutely decided to ignore the heat that gathered in his cheeks as Luca turned to answer Massimo. Brushing it off as too much time in the sun, he tuned into the conversation just as the gentle fisherman began speaking of their new fishing truck.

“Grazie to Alberto’s ‘knowing fish’, we earned enough for me to invest in an auto,” Massimo stated proudly, clasping a large hand onto Alberto’s shoulder. The teen modestly scratched under his hat and shrugged, turning to Giulia and Luca.

“He’s really only saying that. Massimo did all the hard work; I just stuck my head underwater a few times every day to navigate us. But!” Alberto waved towards the station entrance and began pulling Luca by the hand. “you really have to see the truck I’ve been writing to you about.”

The truck itself was what could hardly be described as new. The front bumper was barely hanging on and rusted completely through on the right side. Green chipped paint covered the doors and Luca noted with a swell of warmth the black hand-painted logo of “Massimo and Alberto Fishing co.” Most people would consider the truck like garbage, but Alberto found the faded paint and broken glass charming, and he said as much to the group. Giulia rubbed suspiciously at the truck’s tailgate, her eyes squinting as she studied it.

“The Americans call it a ‘Hudson pickup’,” Massimo announces proudly, his pronunciation heavily accented.

“I’m still not sold on it being actually safe, but I’ll admit it wasn’t too bad the first time Massimo drove it.” Daniela opined, opening the front door with a loud squeal.

“Yeah, not so much when Alberto decided to try it,” Lorenzo muttered good-naturedly. “My tail still won’t swim straight.”

“You drove the truck?!”

“You crashed the truck?!”

Giulia and Luca exclaimed, she glanced curiously at her papa who raised his hands innocently. Luca began looking at Alberto’s arms and skin, scouring for any injuries, completely ignoring the rest of the conversation.

“He’ll be sixteen this year, mia figlia, he’ll need at least a year of practice. Nessun problema, your time will come soon.”

“Oh, come on,” Alberto kindly pulled Luca’s hands away and hopped on the rear end beaming down at his family, “it wasn’t so bad for the first time. Plus, she just needs some love and she’ll be right as rain. You guys just can’t see her potential.” He patted the chipped paint fondly. “Not to mention this makes delivery way faster.” Massimo chuckled as Lorenzo continued to grumble and Daniela merely rolled her eyes.

“Si, and speaking of quick deliveries, let’s go home and eat lunch, hm?” Massimo lifted Luca and Giulia's luggage into the bed of the truck while the rest of the family, the Paguro and Marcovaldo families together again at last.

As the truck rattled through the colorful fishing port threatening to fall apart, Giulia and Luca rattled story after story to Alberto and Luca’s parents. Alberto tried to ignore the feelings of jealousy at the way his friends appeared to be so in tune. He laughed politely at their inside jokes and did his best to understand half the jargon they spouted, but in reality, he felt more lost than ever before. Stuffing the uncomfortable feelings down as far they’d go, Alberto helped the Paguro’s down first so that Daniela could help with preparing the food alongside Massimo. While Lorenzo had shown an interest in learning the human ways of cooking, he hadn’t quite managed to pull it off as well.

“You set the curtains on fire one time, and they never let you set foot in the kitchen again,” Lorenzo complained to the kids as he followed his wife.

“Except it wasn’t just the curtains,” Alberto whispered loudly to his best friends who giggled unapologetically.

“ONE TIME!” Lorenzo called hotly from inside.

Giulia smirked at her friends, “Some things never change, amicos.” Grabbing her bag, she turned to the house, “Oh, and Luca don’t forget about your gift!” She winked knowingly at a flustered Luca and befuddled Alberto.

Alberto glanced down at Luca who was doing his best impression of a frozen fish.

“Uh, was that supposed to me-”

“I made you something!!” Luca blurted before slapping a hand over his mouth. He glanced nervously at Alberto, who merely stared back stunned. Fishing in his uniform jacket pocket, Luca wordlessly pulled out the two multicolored bracelets from his pocket and held one out to Alberto. Alberto stood frozen his eyes glued to the green and purple threads glistening in the warm afternoon sun, his mouth hung loose in a silent ‘oh’. The threads danced innocently between them, and Luca felt his bravado begin to waver. When he still hadn’t said anything or moved to take the bracelet from Luca’s grasp, the younger boy grew more flustered and started to pull away, his voice shaking. “I- I’m sorry, you probably think this is so stupid.” Luca tried to not panic, desperately willing his mortification away.

Alberto’s hand shot out to pull both the bracelet and Luca’s hand back. “I can’t believe you made this for me.” He whispered, cradling the bracelet tenderly as he studied it in his palms. He traced the twining threads and smiled at how the pattern reminded him of scales. He looked at Luca and put his arm around him to pull him close. “I love it, thank you. No one’s ever given me something so beautiful.”

“R-really?” Luca asked, his expression hopeful.

“Really. Did you make this too?” Alberto squinted at the painted pearl hanging from the end of the strings, creating a clasp to hold it in place.

“Giulia's mom actually helped me design those with her paints.” Luca motioned to the pearl. “She said that gifts help make the distances feel smaller.” He pondered the delicately painted waves of his own pearl. “It’s funny when I was learning so much and seeing so many places, I never realized how far from home I would feel.” His gaze landed on Alberto, only now realizing how close they were. Up close he could see the new freckles that peppered his cheeks and how his face was slimming down. Nine months of hard work had broadened his shoulders and caused his wiry arms to harden with lean muscle. Clearing his throat, he pulled away again.

“Anyways, I guess we better go inside before the food gets cold.” Blushing as red as Massimo’s favorite wine, Luca threw one last smile over his shoulder and ran inside. Alberto grinned in response and slid the bracelet over his wrist fastening it so that it hugged him snugly. An emotion that he couldn’t quite name filled every part of him, spreading from his toes to the tip of his ears. Walking inside to the smells of homemade pasta and loud laughter, Alberto felt that the promise of a wonderful summer had just begun.

[realcube]

HQ BOYS REACT TO YOU FAKE CRYING  

characters ♡ yaku, kenma, kayegama & iwaizumi 

content warning ♡ fake crying, mentions of murder, hurt/comfort, fluff & timeskip! iwaizumi (no mature themes, just domesticity)

credit ♡ thank you to 🍦anon for this request

morinosuke yaku

♡ why did you need to need to practise in the bedroom?? in his bedroom, no less

♡ your show was quickly approaching and you recalled the scene where you were to burst out into tears on stage, and you hadn’t yet rehearsed how you were going to do that

♡ honestly, you were under the assumtion that yaku would have no problem with you practising while in his bedroom bc he has ran lines with you in the past and this was hardly any different

♡ so sat, thinking about the most horrible, morbid, grotesque things you possible could, all while keeping your eyes wide open and not blinking so soon enough, the tears started rolling

♡ proud of yourself, you smirked before burying your face into your hands; now to add sobs!

♡ it started out with mere snivels but then as you got more confident, it built up to full on bawls which were loud enough to gain yaku’s attention from the kitchen

♡ he was quick to rush over to his bedroom, his soul audibly leaving his body when he saw your upset weeping figure on the bed

♡ he basically pounced on you and engulfed you with his embrace, ‘dear! what’s wrong? are you alright? who hurt you?!’ the questions were fast falling off his tongue as cradled your head, leaving no room for you to speak without being muffled by his chest or arms

♡ and when he noticed that you were trying to speak, he simply hushed you, ‘shh! it’s okay, dearest.’ and continued to whisper ‘comforting’ stuff like that in your ear 

♡ he thought he was helping but really he was just preventing you from getting you point across

♡ eventually, you managed to escape his steel grip and gasp, ‘yaku! i’m fine! look — no tears!” you gestured to you damp cheek, “i was just practising for my role! i’m not actually sad. though, it’s cute that you care so mu--”

♡ as soon as yaku heard the word ‘practising’ he immediately recalled how you mention you have a sad scene where you need to cry and his natural reflex was to lean backwards, grab a massive teddy bear that sat behind him which he had won at a carnival for you but you insisted that he keep it bc you didn’t want to carry it home

♡ ...and he threw it straight at you, causing you to fall backwards and burst out laughing at how you were currently being straddled by a big teddy bear 

♡ ‘(y/n)! i thought you were hurt! you can’t just fake cry without telling me first- i was so worried! like i thought it was real and--’ this went on for an elongated amount of time, yaku ranting while you added a faint ‘sorry!’ whenever you saw the opportunity 

♡ eventually, he stopped only to take a deep breath, visibly calming doing as his chest heaved, ‘alright. what’s done is done; it’s fine. you worried me though, (y/n). i thought you were being for real, what then?’

♡ you nodded, smiling at his softened expression as your lips twisted into a smirk at his final comment. cocking a brow, you purred, ‘so...you think i’m a good actor? tha--’

♡ pow! another plushie to the face! K.O! 

kenma kuzome 

♡ as a joke, you dabbed water under your eyes a few times so you could send your friend a snap of you ‘crying’ and ofc kenma had to walk in at exactly the wrong time 

♡ you were over at his house, chilling on his couch while he was upstairs talking to kuroo over the phone— he said he’d only be a moment but almost half an hour had passed and he still showed no sign of coming back downstairs, though you couldn’t blame him as kuroo does have a tendency to be overly descriptive when spilling tea

♡ anyway, as soon as you had sent your snap, you placed your phone down and scanned the room in search of some tissues to wipe you eyes with, when kenma barged in 

♡ ‘hey, (y/n). i’m sorry that took so lo--’ when his gaze shifted from his phone onto you, sitting on the couch with tears streaming down your cheeks, he immediately cut himself off

♡ at first, you were frozen, simply staring at each other; as if he had just walked in on you committing a violent act of homicide in his living room 

♡ honestly you were too stunned to move at first but if you could, you’d probably say something along the lines of ‘this isn’t what it looks like’ but before you could even open your mouth, kenma edged towards you until he was able to outstretch his arms and wrap you in his warm embrace 

♡ with your cheek pressed against his warm hoodie, basking in an uncommon blissful silence, you postponed your explanation until you were finished enjoyed how his nimble fingers caressed your back

♡ you hummed, your lips curling a smile at how comfortable you felt in his arms and how nice his hoodie smelt, since it usually reeked of an unholy mixture of body spray and monster energy 

♡ he planted a kiss upon your head, murmuring into your hair, ‘baby, what’s wrong?’ 

♡ you were quick to swipe away your ‘tears’ with the back of your hand, ‘i’m fine, don’t worry.” you chirped, beaming at him to reinforce this point, ‘it’s just water, for a silly video i sent to my friends.’

♡ kenma blinked rapidly, staring down at your seemingly genuine smile

♡ honestly, you expected him to tease you or be irritated that you made him reveal a hidden soft side of himself for no reason, since he’s usually quite private with his emotions 

♡ but instead, the corners of his lips just lifted into a slight smile as pushed your head back against his chest, then resting his head upon yours, ‘oh, that’s cool.’ he breathed, his warm, calming voice causing your eyelids to become heavy — that and the fact you had went on a run not too long ago

♡ kenma felt your eyes flutter shut against his chest so he slowly leaned backwards, holding you against his hoodie as he laid down, allowing himself to doze off with you snuggled up on his heaving torso 

hajime iwaizumi

♡ you were making iwaizumi dinner, cutting onions and cooking curry

♡ so it was not surprising when tears started brimmed at your eyes, eventually slipping from your lashline and trickling down the soft skin of your cheeks, leaving you to blink rapidly to lubricate your burning eyes

♡ iwaizumi had just came out the shower, he had dried off but when he came downstairs and peered into the kitchen, he was wearing just a towel which was draped around his hips, ‘mm, something smells good. whatcha cookin’, baby?’

♡ he didn’t plan on staying downstairs for long, which is why he didn’t throw on a shirt; all he wanted to do was get to the bottom of what that magnificent aroma was that he smelled from upstairs, then once he figured it out, he’d go back upstairs, get changed, then head back down for dinner 

♡ but his plan was cut short when he noticed crystalline tears pouring from your red, puffy eyes 

♡ without thinking or taking into consideration why your eyes are red, his immediate reaction was to dash over to your side and slip his arms around your waist, puling you in so that one of your hands had no choice but to rest on his back while the other continued to stir the pot

♡ noticing that your watery eyes were still fixated on the curry, he took your chin inbtween his fingers and forced you to cook at him, ‘why’s my angel crying? hm?’ he cooed, features painted with genuine worry and concern

♡ you lifted a brow, stifling a chuckle at how silly he was being, ‘what do you mean?’

♡ before you could process anything else, iwaizumi bought you in for a passionate kiss with the his hand pressing against the small of your back, only pulling away so he could rest his head on your shoulder and hum into your ear, ‘you can tell me anything, angel, so what’s on your mind?’

♡ you bottom lip quivered at his intimate action — you might just start crying for real 

♡ biting your bottom lip, you resisted your tears and forced out a laugh, ‘what’s on my mind? well,’ you started, momentarily letting go of the ladle so you could hug back, ‘i have to make dinner for my himbo husband, but the onions and spices are burning my eyes. pray for me, iwa.’

♡ it took him a moment to register what you just said. he’d been in the kitchen many times so by now he was basically immune to the way onions and spices affect the eyes, so he completely forgot that stuff like that happens. he honestly, wholeheartedly thought that you were crying real tears of sadness while making dinner

♡ he impulsively pushed you away, crossing his arms over his chest and his initial kind expression lowering into a scowl, ‘who are you calling a himbo?! i just forgot that some people have weak-ass eyes. bye.’ he spat, clearly trying his best not to laugh as he stormed off to his room, keeping a firm grip on his towel the whole time 

♡ don’t worry, though. he was back ten minutes later — fully clothed — to eat dinner with you :))

♡ but don’t mention it ever again or else he’ll blush and tell you it ever happened 

tobio kageyama 

♡ you were scrolling on your fyp and found a video of a person explaining how to cry on command and you didn’t believe it’d actually work so you tried it

♡ as it turns out, it does work and now you are sitting on your bed with tear stained cheeks and a dry throat, completely zoned out until kageyama came marching into your bedroom

♡ it was in that moment that you recalled that you had invited him over for a movie night and you had left your front door unlocked for him, hence he must’ve invited himself in

 ♡ ‘sorry i’m late, but i brought doritos.’ he spun on heels after closing the door, doritos in hand but not for long because as soon as he noticed your cheek glistening the lamplight, he instantly dropped them to rush over to you 

♡ ‘eh? (y/n)? are you crying?’ he asked with a harsh voice, which wouldn’t help if you really were crying. instinctively, he reached out for your hand and began pressing kisses to the back of it 

♡ he wasn’t really too sure on what exactly he could do or say to comfort you, so he recollected on the time you tried to cheer him up after he lost a big game. you lay beside him on his bed, humming a distant tune that matched the one playing in his ear from his earbuds. one hand threading through his hair while the other cupped his cheek so you could press occasional, soft kisses on his cheek while he set to himself. it was calming, and it definitely worked in making him feel better. usually, it’d take him months to recover after a devastating loss like that, but with you by his side and giving him support, he was back to his normal self in a couple weeks

♡ well, as normal as it gets for kageyama

♡ you gently shook your head, admiring his adorable actions and allowing his to continue as you used your spare hand to wipe away your artificial tears

♡ ‘oh, sweetie, i love you so much.’ you mused, thinking up a way to start your story without sounding foolish  

♡ but perhaps you shouldn’t have began your explanation with a term of endearment as his impulse with to promptly throw his arms around you, holding onto your torso tightly 

♡ you were taken back for moment, wheezing slightly as kageyama squeezed the air out of you but finally able to speak once he relaxed his arms, ‘tobio! nothing’s wrong, don’t worry. i was just testing to see if i could fake cry or not. i’m not actually crying.’

♡ kageyama’s eyes widened and he paled

♡ you weren’t actually in need of comfort? then why did he just get all soft? for nothing?

♡ ‘no.’ was his simple response which he punctuated with another kiss on the back of your hand

♡ you couldn’t help but giggle, taking advantage of this opperuntiy to reach out and ruffle his hair, ‘yes. i’m seriously okay. i’m happy, actually, because i get to spend my evening watching movies with you!’

♡ surprisngly, he didn’t glare at you for messing up his hair — since it was already untidy — and just took a seat beside you, keeping ahold of your hand as if it was a fragile gem, ‘i don’t believe you.’

♡ you laughed, realising that he was clearly making excuses for openly showing affection and being soft so you just let him, hopping to your feet and tugging your hand away from him so you could grab the doritos he dropped, ‘whatever you say, tobio.’

♡ he pouted but it was only brief as he was soon able to take your hand once more, ‘yeah..’ he grunted, averting his eyes so you didn’t see the blush creeping onto his cheeks, ‘whatever, just put on the stupid movie...stupid (y/n)...i love you..’

[plan-d-to-i]

JC stans want him to be WWX so badly that it's embarrassing.

They take away from WWX whatever good qualities he has (which are not Just a few), label him as "morally gray", "insecure" and " a attention seeker".

Then they take all these good qualities and paint them as JC's without even an ounce of shame.

They find a way to make a torturer seem welcoming, an abuser be portrayed as kind, an egotist be called a good leader, and a homophobe be LGBTQ+

Heck they took LXC by the hair and dragged him into the illusory shipp that is Xicheng just because they wanted JC to have a caring Lan husband like WWX has LWJ.

Clown behavior.

You spoke nothing but facts. Their Wei Wuxian "metas" are like: "WWX was such an arrogant, prideful, drunkard full of rage in your face gay who put his pOor bRother through so muCh >:-//". cool cool cool... why the hell are you reading this story?!!! Nothing hits quite like taking the homophobic dude and trying to slap a color themed lgbtqa+ label on him so you can excuse his homophobia towards the canonically gay couple eh...!?!!

jiang cheng also serves as such a clear foil to WangXian, people who try to act like there are different ways to interpret him are really missing the point of the narrative entirely. He exists to contrast and throw into sharp relief their qualities, which he does, very well with how clearly they are absent in him. If his stans want someone to compare to jiang cheng they should look to Xue Yang. Although at least Xue Yang is terrifyingly, terribly talented as opposed to jiang cheng who was just born with a silver spoon. Their thinking is eerily similar.

Xue Yang asked in reply, “Then why did you stop me? Why did you hinder what I wanted to do? Why did you stand up for those dregs of the Chang Clan? You wanted to help Chang CiAn? Or Chang Ping? Hahahaha...

He laughed bitterly, “Xiao XingChen, this is why I hate you. The people that I hate the most are ones like you who say they’re righteous, who think they’re virtuous, precisely stupid, naive, dumb idiots like you who think the world’s better just because you did something good! You think I’m disgusting? Very well. Would I care if anybody thinks I’m disgusting? But, on the other hand, are you in a position to be disgusted by me?”...

“Saving the world! What a joke. You can’t even save yourself!" (chapter 41)

vs

“Jiang Cheng, “… All for the Wen Clan…? Wei WuXian, do you have a savior complex? Is it that you’ll die if you don’t stand up for someone and stir up some trouble?”...

“…” Jiang Cheng murmured, “My mom said that you do nothing but bring our sect trouble. It’s true indeed.” He laughed coldly, talking to himself, “‘To attempt the impossible’? Fine. You understand the YunmengJiang Sect’s motto. Better than I do. Better than all of us do.” (chapter 73)

"Wei WuXian, you're such a great, selfless person. You did the best things possible, and you swallowed all the suffering and didn't let anyone know. What a touching story. I should kneel down and cry in gratitude, shouldn't I?"...

Jiang Cheng let out a hah, "Of course. Giving without expecting anything in return. What a high level. Unlike me, of course."...

“He got more agitated as he ranted on, “And in the end? You go and protect outsiders, haha! The Wen Clan’s people, even. How much of their rice did you eat?! Defecting with such resolution! What did you take our sect to be?! You did all the best things, yet every time you do the worst ones, it’s involuntary! Forced! With some unspeakable grievances! Grievances?!” (Chapter 102)

Also vastly hilarious, this moment from the Lan bros featuring the most polite shut the fuck up in the cultivation world issued by LXC :

“However, Lan WangJi’s voice was cold, “Jiang WanYin, spare some virtue!”

Lan XiChen took off his outer robe and lay it over the shivering Nie HuaiSang, “Sect Leader Jiang, please do not be so agitated. Your injury will worsen.” (Chapter 102)

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[chil2de]

Hi!! if possible can i please request yuuta having a girlfriend that’s his childhood friend? (So like instead of rika it’s y/n and she doesn’t die) that loves to dote on him cause that boy needs some love. Thank you!! <3

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE THIS MADE ME SO SOFT!!!!! ohmygod!!!! growing up with yuuta would be THE best onshdhfsh thank you sososos much anon this was such a pleasure to write! i don’t know why but the “and she doesn’t die” had me screaming LMFAOOOO

enjoy! no warnings, just old fashioned cute fluff and heart wrenching moments! thank you for giving me the opportunity to write for the best boy mwaaah you deserve eternal happiness! hope no insects bite you during these warm months <3

“okkotsu!” you cried out, feminine and shrill voice ringing in the air. the cicadas chirped melodiously, calling out their delightful songs in the spring air.

the young boy staggered around, losing his balance from spinning too fast. his fragile hands reached out, pulling in small grabby motions towards your innocent and joyous face.

you were always so optimistic, even when you were younger. yuuta could only huff and wail as his caretaker hauled him away from the playground, gesturing it was time for him to come home. thick and messy tears spilled out the corners of his eyes which hadn’t yet endured countless sleep devoid nights.

he was so far away, but that was okay because you knew you’d see him the very next day.

“okkotsu! promise to play with me again tomorrow!” you cupped your hands, exclaiming as much as your little lungs could endure. yuuta could see the tears heavy in your gaze, but even then, you prevailed. you grinned, all for him.

ever since the very start. till ‘death do us apart.

-

“okkotsu! come oooon, don’t cry, okay? (y/n)’s got your back! see, see?! look! they don’t bite!” you braved a smirk on your features, beckoning the shy and introverted young man over. his face looked uncertain and his lips wobbled as though he could crack at any moment. he took a few cautious steps, maintaining his distance between you and the furry animal on the floor.

“r-really? it won’t bite?” he coughed, reaching his unstable fingertips out.

“eh?! that’s the first time you’ve spoken to me! your voice is so nice! it’s so cool! hey! can i hear it again? pleaaaase? i know you’re shy but i’d really like to hear it! hey, okkotsu, say my name? pretty please?”

“um- i, uh.. it’s okay.. you can call me yuuta.”

-

“yuuta! you’re going to be late for your first day of junior high! i totally told you to wake up on time too!” you stood with your hands rested firmly on your hips, face stern and tone impatient.

“sorry! sorry- it’s um, my hair. i don’t know how to style it.” he admitted, albeit sheepishly by trailing the last few words off into a murmur. you only gave him a sigh before kneeling down behind him, propping yourself up to take a look at his hair in the reflection of the mirror.

“how on earth are you so tall already? we eat the same food, you know. slouch over a little.” you pinched his cheeks before glossing over his hair.

when you ran your fingertips through his hair, you felt butterflies and anxiety rock your stomach.

that’s never been there before.

you’ve touched yuuta countless times, whether that was accidentally hitting him, holding his hand to cross the street…

so why was it different?

you could feel yuuta’s body tense up and run rigid underneath your touch.

that definitely wasn’t there before.

“relax. it’s me.” you cooed quietly, roughing up his hair into different styles.

“like this? looks like you just woke up, sorta, but i think it’s cute.”

yuuta’s heart rate skyrocketed through the roof and his breath hitched.

“cute?” he reiterated, chewing out the phrase like he’d never heard it before in his life.

“hm? yeah-“

you caught his gaze in the mirror, eyes half lidded and attention averted. the tips of his ears were tainted a deep red with small flicks of blush painting his cheeks.

“eh?! nononono- not like that i’m- i just think it suits you, you know? oh, crap, would you look at the time? okay we gotta go and leave!” you clambered out of his bedroom, thudding the door shut behind you.

yuuta only gawked at you with bewilderment, lips slightly parted and fingertips outstretched in his failed attempt to stop you.

he turned to himself in the mirror, studying his features before running one hand through his jet black locks.

“cute, huh?” he muttered, avoiding his own judgemental gaze.

-

the bittersweet part about growing up with a childhood friend is change.

for all the time that you’d spent with yuuta, you didn’t realise that your relationship with him was something to not take for granted.

especially with those around you who would kill for what you two have.

you’d always get mundane questions from high school girls who thought they could have a shot with him, “what’s his type?” “do you think he likes me?”

meanwhile you only played along with their charades, laughing inwardly when he was actually extremely introverted.

“so? what’s the deal with you and okkotsu-san? you guys dating?”

“no. we’re just friends.”

“seriously? you guys are always glued at the hip. you know he has a picture of you in his locker, right?”

“yeah? so do i. it doesn’t mean anything.”

“it’s kind of a shame, he’s such a nice young man.. gone to waste like that..”

“what’s gone to waste?” yuuta inquired with an indifferent tone, plopping down beside you with his bento box. the classmate sat opposite you only gave him a phony cheerful temperament, twirling her index finger around her hair.

“oh! okkotsu-senpai! we were just talking about you! how was your da-“

“please leave.”

you could only gape at him in your peripherals, sputtering on your sandwich as you watched the life drain from your classmate at his monotony. yuuta didn’t spare you or the girl a glance as he worked to unpack his lunch, hell the guy even murmured a small itadakimasu as if nothing happened.

“wh- okkotsu senpai?”

“listen.” he let out a deep sigh before proceeding.

“whatever shot you thought you had with me? it’s gone out the window. don’t disrespect (y/n) in front of me like that again.”

“you’re making us uncomfortable, so get up and go.” he motioned with his chopsticks, giving her a dead gaze towards another table.

the girl scoffed, mouth hung wide open as she picked up her bag and stormed out of sight.

whilst your face was as blank as a stone, internally, you were only screaming in the depths of piping hot hell visible from the sun itself.

baby girl? that was when you noticed how fucking fine of a man yuuta grew up to be.

“that was seriously nerve wracking.. my stomach hurts so bad right now” yuuta coughed through a bite of his sandwich, refusing to meet your gaze.

you slapped his back, because, holy shit??? awe painted your face like you just witnessed your own child talking or walking for the first time.

“what the shit? yuuta? are you kidding?”

“oh, huh? did i overdo it or something?“

“no?! are you kidding? that was fucking awesome! i swear! this is why i love you-“

oh.

uh oh.

oh no.

yuuta let out a shrill squeak unbeknownst to any human being able to produce such a volume. it was a cross between a floorboard creaking, a mouse sniffing and him choking on his food. the poor boy had to excuse himself to the bathroom, hacking and sniffling in an ugly fit of coughs from the food that got caught in his windpipe.

your blood rushed to your head, veins lit ablaze, bones rattling as you could hear the chatter pound and drill into your skull, scoring you deep and down into your bones.

“did she just say she loves him?”

“i totally knew they were going out!”

“i can’t believe it…”

“do you think he’ll reject her?”

it replayed over, and over, and over. what a fucking fool you felt. did he even feel the same?

that’s why i love you.

i love you.

i love you.

a blob of black clouded your vision and you could hear the glass breaking.

yuuta sat himself back down, excusing himself.

you could hear nothing but the tune of his heartbeat. or was it yours? it sounded too heavy to belong in either of your bodies.

his voice came as a wobble because of his anxiety, but this was the one thing in his life he’d be absolutely certain of.

“that’s okay. i love you too.”

-

“yuuta? you okay? you’ve been spacing out for at least five minutes. something on your mind?” you lightly shake your boyfriend, grip reassuring but firm. it takes a couple of seconds for his gaze to gloss over as he returns back to reality.

“sorry. was just thinking about our childhood, that’s all.” his voice comes out deep and masculine. it doesn’t have that tremor as it used to before, like he’d break down at any minute.

you can say with absolute certainty as you stare up your entire 5’10 boyfriend that he’s matured well.

his hand snakes around to your waist, pulling you into him for comfort.

some ways better than others, you suppose.

“can we stay home today?” he hums, resting his chin on top of your head,

“same as ever, yuuta, aren’t you? it’s fine, i’ll tell nobara my period’s making me act up. she’ll understand-“

“hm? you’re not due for another week though, right?”

you crease your eyebrows as you type out an apology to nobara for cancelling plans, glancing up at yuuta curiously.

“how the heck do you know that?”

“i’m not supposed to? i’d always count your cycle so i wouldn’t irritate you on the wrong day. besides, don’t you think it was too convenient for you to always find snacks in your locker when it rolled around?”

“those snacks were you?! oh my god! i was trying to figure that out for forever!”

“i know. i remember you ranting to me about it.”

“you just sat there?! yuuta! you’re so cheeky sometimes, i swear!”

“only for you.” he chimes, peppering a soft kiss onto your head. you smile against him, though unfortunately pry out of his familiar and welcoming touch.

“i’m gonna step out for a second tho, ‘kay? i think that’s itadori at the door with my chocolate and painkillers” you snort, giving yuuta a bold wink as you put on your best act, keeling over and clutching at your abdomen as though you’re on death’s door.

“you’re awful.” yuuta chuckles, slumping down onto the sofa to hear the events unfold right in front of him.

you clear your throat and slouch your shoulders as you pry the apartment door open.

“(y/n)-senpai! i came as fast as i could and i brought you some of your favourite sna- oh, okkotsu-senpai! hello!”

“hi there.” he leans his head back, giving itadori a small wave.

“i won’t interrupt you guys so get well soon! and fast! cause i wanna hang out with you! bye!”

you cradle the necessities itadori brought whilst gleaming at yuuta with a wicked grin plastered on your face from ear to ear.

“you want anything?” you cock an eyebrow, showing him the arrangement of snacks.

it’s not the answer you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t unwelcome. it made you feel warm inside, like eating warm and soothing soup on a cold winter’s day. this, for you, was okkotsu yuuta at his best, stripped clean and vulnerable.

you’re the only one who he can relax around, act like the world is carefree. like he’s young again, prancing around in that dingy colourful playground he met you at.

“i want you to kiss me.”

[amor-immortalem]

Friends (With Benefits)

Minors DNI

A/N: Fair warning this is a mammonxoc smut-not a very good one but its a smut nonetheless- because its just that kinda day... It’s not the first one I’ve written but it’s the first one I’ve ever posted that hasn’t been part of a role play so... yeah. Do with that info what you will...

I'm not participating in kinktober but since its that time of year I figured eh why the hell not. Now, if you excuse me. I need some water.

Also I’m doing that 48hr post+ protest so any comments questions or concerns will be heard on the 4th.

Warning(s)?: unprotected sex, oral sex (Female receiving) size kink (if you squint)

Gods she needed to get off. She’d been down here on the exchange programme for about six months at this point and yeah, Asmodeus made it a point to make sure she had plenty of quality toys at her disposal for the year, but it just wasn’t as satisfying as the real thing. Not to mention, she never had a moment’s peace in this god-forsaken house to begin with. It was common place for Arella to come home to Mammon or one of his brothers making themselves at home here in her room or just barging in whenever they felt like it- no better way to kill the mood than getting walked in on by one of her housemates.

In fact, that’s the case today. Arella had come home a little earlier than the others due to them being stuck for a student council meeting for the express purpose of having some privacy and time to relieve her frustrations without risking the chance that one of those pesky demons would interrupt her. Of course, that wasn’t the case for her as waiting on her bed was the Avatar of Greed himself scrolling through his phone like it was no big deal- dressed in only a pair of grey sweat pants because of course he would be.

It was a nice view though. Despite Mammon’s frustrating hot-’n-cold attitude sometimes, he always is pleasing to look at and now in her desire-addled mind, Arella finds herself scanning over his form as her eyes drift lower and lower until...

“Ya gonna just stand there or...?” Mammon calls, not looking away from the screen of his phone.

Her face flushes at the notion that he’s caught her eyeing him up like a piece a meat. “Why’re you in here, Mammon? Surely, you have better things to do since you’re always so busy.”

“Well yeah, naturally, I’ve always got shit ta do but I said we were gonna do movie night after school today so...”

“Can you give me a few hours, please? I... have to take care of something.” Arella sighs when the demon makes no effort to leave but rather shifts a little to the point that the material of his pants leaves astoundingly little to the imagination.

She audibly swallows, trying so hard not to stare. Arella has to look away, her face an impossibly bright shade of red as her mind starts to wander into the gutter. She could always order him away with the pact but she always did hate using it unnecessarily. It’s not until she sees the smirk on his face that she knows he’s fucking with her.

“What’s so important that I can’t be here, huh?” Mammon drops his phone on the bed beside him.

“That smirk on your face tells me you know exactly why.” The human glares at him.

“Yeah ‘n that’s why ‘m not goin’,” The Avatar of Greed laughs, “Yer jus’ gonna have to suffer, Princess.”

“You are absolutely horrible, you know that?” Arella sighs in frustration. “C’mon, Mammon, just go, please. Unlike you, who has the luxury of going out to find a partner when you need to get laid, I can’t for risk that they’ll eat me afterwards so I have to take care of myself when it comes to that.”

“You could always just ask me to help ya...” The demon suggests. “Ever heard of the term ‘friends with benefits’?”

“Huh- Wha- I – Of course, I’ve heard of the term!” She crosses her arms as she huffs. “But friends with benefits only works when both parties don’t run the risk of catching feelings. And you strike me as the type who does.”

“What? No. Couldn’t be me.” The demon rolls his eyes as he looks away, “’sides you’d be doin’ me a favor too and ya can’t tell me that yer not even a little curious about what I’m like in bed. I heard ya this morning. Moanin’ my name and beggin’ me for more.” A smug smirk paints itself on his face as he gets up, approaching her, walking her back until she’s trapped between him and the wall. “Well? Ya got your chance with The Great Mammon now... ya gonna take it or blow it?”

Arella bites her lip as she mulls it over. It wasn’t like he was wrong. She did fantasize about him more than she should for someone who she considers a friend. “Fuck it,” she murmurs as she surges forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss as she pushes him back towards her bed.

If the need wasn’t so urgent, she’d take her time with Mammon, but honestly, going for six months without any chance for release when she was used to being able to have it whenever only made her more desperate to find it now. Her hands traveled all along the demon’s body as she straddled his hips. She let out a soft moan as he shoved his tongue in her mouth and he rolled them over, grinding his hips against hers. He broke their kiss only to trail them down to her neck where he nibbled and sucked little love bites into the delicate skin on her neck.

Arella’s fingers carded through his snowy hair as she panted, head tilting to the side as he moved, his hands coming up work on unbuttoning her unform shirt, tossing it to the side once it was off. He wasn’t so gentle with her bra, choosing to rip it off and toss it away as if the article of clothing had offended him somehow.

“Mammon!” she gasped as she watched it go.

“What? Ya got a hundred more where that came from. If it’s that big a deal I’ll by ya a new one.” the greedy demon growls as he trails his lips down her chest, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking as his fingers pinched and rolled the other one. Every once and a while he would lightly nip at her before circling it with his tongue. Arella would only tug at his hair impatiently signaling him to get on with it as he chuckled. “Here, get these wet for me.”

He prods her lips with his fingers and she takes them in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around them as he pushed them in further to the point that she was nearly gagging on them as he works on ridding her of her skirt and panties. As they slid down her legs, he pressed open-mouthed kisses to her inner thighs, withdrawing his fingers from her mouth and tracing them down her stomach. He let his warm breath tease for a bit as she tried to rock her hips to spur him to action.

“Impatient, ain’t ya, Baby?” He chuckled, “Just hold still, you’ll get what ya want.”

“If you’d stop teasing, maybe I would,” she pouts, just wanting to feel him where she needed it most.

“As you wish, Princess.” The demon smirks as he spreads her open and licks a stripe from her opening to her clit and she could almost cry at how good it feels when he starts to gently suckle on the sensitive nub.

“Fuuuck, yes, right there,” She gasps at the feeling of his mouth on her and the prodding of one of his long fingers at her opening followed soon by a second. “Don’t stop...”

Her head tips back as she lets a pleasured sigh fall from her mouth, her hand coming down to knot itself in Mammon’s fleecy white hair to push him closer, drawing a moan from the demon. He has her dangerously close to the edge of oblivion without having even done much of anything.

“I’m so close, Baby, keep going.” she rocks her hips to match pace of his fingers before he pulls them away only to replace them with his tongue and she lets out a frantic cry as she feels the wet muscle work its way against her walls while his thumb rubbed tight circles around her clit.

“Don’t hold back. Let me have it.” He growls out as he returns to his ministrations and she absolutely loses it, body going tense as she lets out a strangled moan and she clenches around his tongue as she cries out his name.

The demon cleans her up as he helps her ride out her high before pulling away, making a show of licking his lips as he crawls his way back up her body. He leans down for another kiss and Arella moans at how she can taste herself on his lips and tongue. She used her knee to brush against his crotch listening to the beautiful groan he lets out at the sensation.

“Get those off,” The human says in reference to his sweat pants that now have a large stain of pre covering the front. “You need more or are you good to go right away?”

“Nah, I’m good.” He pushes himself up on his knees and slowly rids himself of his sweat pants allowing his cock to spring up, slapping against his belly.

Her jaw drops at the sight of him. She knew he was big- but damn. He absolutely would tear her apart if they we’re careful- and are those piercings? She can feel her mouth start to water as she looks up at him to see the predatory look in his eyes that were now a shining gold.

“That shut ya up real fast, didn’t it?” He chuckled as he lined himself up. “You ready or do you need a minute?”

“No, I’m fine.” A determined look crossed her eyes. “I’m more than ready.”

“Got a safe word?”

“Just use the traffic light system.” She hooks a leg over his hips to bring him closer. “I want this.”

The stretch she feels as Mammon enters her is as delicious as it is painful even with him taking breaks to let her adjust. Once he’s fully seated, he keeps still as she takes a moment to savor it. With a nod from her, he begins to rock his hips gently, upping his pace as he draws more moans and gasps and the occasional whine from his human. Soon he’s pounding into her as he slips into his demon form.

Her hands are at his back, digging into the skin near the base of his wings and scratching angry red lines down his back. She’s so tight around him that it’s intoxicating to the demon as he lets out a growl. He can feel her next climax is imminent by the way her walls are clenching and gripping him and the breathy pitchy cries of his name- by the way her eyes are nearly rolled back into her head as he pulls her legs up over his hips to hit deeper. The pleasure is overwhelming as his piercings drag along her walls and she cums for the second time that afternoon.

He slows his pace in consideration of the human but he never stops all together. As she starts to squirm from the overstimulation, Mammon holds her still.

“What’s your color, Baby?”

“Green,” Arella looks up at him and pulls him back down by the horns for a tongue filled kiss as he picks his pace back up.

She ran her fingers against the curls of his horns as the demon goes back to biting and sucking on her neck as the only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of their moans, growls, and gasps and the sound of skin slapping against skin. “More! I need more, Mammon. Please.” She has tears slipping down her cheeks from the overstimulation. “It's so good... you’re so big...”

He growls as he hoists her legs up over his shoulders, nearly folding her in half as he thrust into her at a near animalistic pace hitting the deepest part of her as she cried for him. He was getting close to his release as he grasped her hand in his.

“Almost there... so close... Just keep squeezin’ me like that.”

“Me too!” Arella threw her head back, “Fuck, I’m so close. Cum inside.”

“Yer playin’ with fire, Princess. Ya really want that from me?”

“Yes! Yes!” Her grip on his hand tightened as she threw her head back. “Fill me up.”

He groaned as he felt her walls tighten once more as she hit her last release. “Shit... haah... fuck. I’m cumming!” Mammon buries his face in her neck as his thrusts falter. His cock twitches as he fills her with his seed until she’s overflowing with a mixture of their fluids.

They ride out their highs together, letting out soft groans and gasps as the demon pulls her legs down from his shoulders. They stare at each other as they try to catch their breath, wide-eyed, sweaty messes before bursting into a fit a laughter.

“I can’t believe we did that,” He sighs as he leans his forehead against hers.

“That was... amazing...” She sighs, “Best sex I’ve had ever had... I don’t know about you but I need a nap after we shower and change the sheets.”

“Yeah, I second that...” Mammon groans as he pulls out and rolls out of bed. “I’ll start the water; you just pull the sheets off.”

Arella only gave him a thumbs up as she sat up, feeling considerably better than she had before she’d gotten home from school.

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