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ohposhers · 1 year ago
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This started as a shitpost and then I just kept going anyway AU where Floyd eventually forgives Veneer and they end up becoming besties a few years down the line and have girls nights ugh [NOT SHIP ART!!!] aaand Bonus doodle of when they take the curlers out or some shit dont look at me man
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royalarchivist · 5 months ago
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Pac: Oh– [Stammers] Why– I have an Ender Flu? I'm shaking! Oh my god.
Tubbo: No, Pac! You've been impregnated! 😫
Pac: IMPREGNATED?!?! Wait, what? 😨
Fit: Oh god. [Laughs] That's a new one.
Tubbo: You're pregnant!
Pac: How?!
Tubbo: I can't believe preggers Pac is on the QSMP!
Pac: Oh my god, I'm so happy! [Laughs]
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Tubbo: This is not what I want! I don't want this!!!
Fit: [Chuckles]
Pac: Oh– [Stammers] Why– I have an Ender Flu? I'm shaking! Oh my god.
Tubbo: No, Pac! You've been impregnated!
Pac: IMPREGNATED?!?! Wait, what?
Fit: Oh god. [Laughs]
Tubbo: You're pregnant!
Pac: How?!
Fit: That's a new one.
Tubbo: Uh oh, I'm about to– I'm about to not be alive much longer.
Pac: How– ahhh!!!! Wait, this is good? [Tubbo gets killed by a mob] Oh my god, Tubbo!
Tubbo: Guys? Preggers Pac, and Fit, help!
Pac: [Reading chat] "Congratulations"? Thanks guys, I didn't know, man! As always.
Fit: [Revives Tubbo] Alright, run! Ok, you're good.
Tubbo: We got his ass!
Pac: Wait, wait– What does it mean like, I'm pregnant? I'm gonna have babies?
Tubbo: It means you're gonna give birth to a beautiful– a beautiful plethora of children!
Pac: Oh my god, not– [unintelligible]
Tubbo: [Still ranting] Merciful, wonderful babies! Babies! Innocent babies will-
Fit: [Laughs] Yeah, what he said.
Tubbo: –will splurt out of you!
Pac: Oh my god. I think I saw like, Foolish having birth the other day, so I–
Fit: [Fighting a mob] Not this thing again!
Pac: Oh my god.
Tubbo: I can't believe preggers Pac is on the QSMP!
Pac: Oh my god, I'm so happy! [Laughs]
Fit: [Laughs]
Tubbo: It's gonna be such a magical time for you!
Pac: Yeah, oh my god, I have been like, dreaming for–
Tubbo: Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. What do you– have you got any names? What are you gonna name it?
Pac: I'm probably gonna name it "Elton" and "John" if I have like, two.
Tubbo: Ohhh! What a beautiful name!
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st4rd0lly · 1 year ago
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ohh for the valentines thing maybe pm dazai (like in dark era) + virginity loss?
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𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 ?
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cw : virginity loss , corruption kink , slight possessiveness + obsessiveness , gn reader , dom dazai , sub reader , biting , dacryphilia , he’s kind of pathetic in this , lovesick dazai ftw , not safe sex (please if you’re gonna fuck irl do it safe and do it right darlings, wrap that thang), MDNI
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Dazai shouldn’t be seeing you.
He shouldn’t be seeing anyone for a matter of fact, this he knew this well. Everyone around him knew it too. The cold and brutal executive who had a penchant for toying around with people. You knew this too, in fact you knew it too well.
So why were you in this position now?
Pleasure wasn’t something Dazai actively sought after, at least not for himself. Sex was more of means to gain information, and he knew a lot of it. Outside of it being one of many tactics for the mafia, he wasn’t particularly interested in having such an intimate time. And yet he feels like his skin is on fire when he sees any inch of you, eyes focusing in on any part of skin showing. 
He tried to convince himself that this was just stupid lust, it’ll go away soon. You were just another mission partner, a fellow executive who tags along with him and Chuuya occasionally. You weren’t anything special to him, no not at all. You definitely weren’t the person he goes to when he had no one else to bother, and no, you definitely weren’t the person he gets reminded of the most. 
That would be pathetic of him. And it’s not like he enjoys being so casually touchy with you. He totally doesn’t reach to pull and hold your arm to walk around with you when he starts an argument with Chuuya, huffing and telling you to just follow his lead instead of that stupid ginger. And he definitely doesn’t like it when he rests his head on your shoulder or vice versa when you two are alone. Or when he tells his bar friends about you. No, that’s just some stupid cringey romance thing. He tells himself he’s too good for that stuff. 
So again, why were you in this position now?
His hands eagerly cup your face, his lips chasing yours each time you try to pull away for air. He wanted you to feel the way he does, how suffocating his love is for you. How each time he tried to pull away to breathe, you always pulled him right back in. But he realizes that unfortunately, he is a human who needs to breathe too, so he stopped momentarily for the both of you to catch your breaths. He wanted to dare not open his eyes but he was caught up in how they looked at him.
You didn’t look at him in pure disgust, or just pure lust. You looked at him with a hunger, a desire, an unfamiliar love that he was afraid of. But when it came to you, he was reduced to nothing but a lovesick yearner. And maybe he was ready to chase. 
‘I want you.’ were the words he wish he could’ve said out loud to you, you deserved to hear them. But like an angel, it was like you heard the prayer repeating in his mind. 
“I want you.” You whispered, your own hand reaching his cheek, the side where his eye was covered. He had to stop himself right then and there from melting and nuzzling into your touch. 
“Have me then.” He replied quietly, wanting to come off as confident but his words sounded vulnerable to you.
“You would be my first.” You chuckled a little, smiling at him. Then his head got dizzy at the fact. Did he care whether you were a virgin or not? Not really, because either way, he was determined to make you feel like it was your first time on a high. But there was that burned so deliciously in his chest knowing that he would be the first to touch you. And he was sure to be the last too. Just like he was yours, you were his. 
“First and only.” He grinned.
“We’ll see.”
And now that’s how you got into the position you were in now. 
“Aren’t you taking me so good hm?” He cooed into your ear, cock buried deep inside you with each thrust of his hips. He felt you squirm, watching your chest heave and pretty tears fall from your eyes from the pleasure. Oh there was nothing more than he adored than seeing you under him, falling apart so beautifully. And there was nothing more he loved hearing than your cute sounds, all the moans and whines and whimpers. Your adorable little pleas for him to stop being so mean.
You were just so his.
“You’re just too cute… filthy too huh? Letting me fuck you like this.” He laughed a little, as if he wasn’t drunk off of you entirely. He kissed your tears and moved his hips more harshly, letting you wrap your arms around his neck to keep him close. He was so close, he was so fucking close. He can’t even remember how many times the both of you came, he knew he should’ve been more gentle but god, you were like wine he wanted to indulge himself in every night.
He let out muffled groans into your neck, covered with love bites and marks from his relentless attacks and teases earlier. 
“D-Dazai…” You whimpered, your voice slightly hoarse from how much you were raising it earlier. It was the only thing you knew how to say at this point besides please and yes.
“G-God, fuck.. say that I’m yours.. You already know you’re mine. Please say that I’m yours..” He moaned, biting down on your neck. ‘Just a little more..’ He thought, but he didn’t even realize the words coming out like you did. But that’s all you’ve been wanting to say, you were just waiting for the right moment.
“You’re mine Dazai, fuck me like it.” You let out a small gasp before you yelped and felt him slam harder into you. You cling onto him tightly, one hand gripping his hair while the other scratched at the bandages wrapping his back. 
“C-Cumming..!” You both whined, before reaching your orgasms at the same time. His body collapsed onto you with him still inside, his cock twitching as he fills you up. You both pant, holding onto each other tightly, exhausted.
“So…” Dazai says after a couple moments of silence, wincing a little before pulling out. “First and only yeah?”
“First and only.”
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dividers : @/cafekitsune
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scliffe · 3 months ago
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Kuroshitsuji AU where the Phantomhive massacre never happened; Ciel did grow up to be a priest in the Phantomhive territory just as his twin brother wanted, and he kept having to exorcise demons from the body of a man named Sebastian.
Sebastian is a very attractive man—and a very successful toy store owner too; just like Ciel’s childhood dream, isn’t that such a coincidence? He’s very kind to Ciel—probably out of gratefulness for helping him—and Ciel quickly finds himself falling in love and sharing a special connection with the man, it’s just a shame that Sebastian seems to keep getting possessed by demons way too often than people normally do, doesn’t he? It’s like he just gets repossessed by demons as an excuse to keep seeing the little priest.
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voidshrub · 1 year ago
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“Time is running out… make a move!”
Heh.. I guess you could say…. he’s drowning in his own tho- *I am forcibly removed from the stage and thrown into the Abyss*
I tried out a bunch of new things with this one… I’m really happy with how it turned out :)
Kinda wish it could flash to the beat though…
Clicky wicky (pink bastard) belongs to @brightgoat ! And there’s a veeeeery brief appearance of @e40536 ‘s Link (green) in there as well! Next art will be an actual browser history post… two browser doodles in a month (hopefully) guys… I’m on a roll!!!
Individual frames under the cut for your viewing pleasure (and because I had to kill the gif quality a little to make it fit in the post)
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aquanutart · 7 months ago
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She is offering water to any lost travelers! However, it's so hot that the water has become tea, so she's adjusted accordingly!
#neopets#neotag#neoart#kiko#slorg#aquanutart#this was for a western themed beauty contest last year! it was very fun! :D i'm so happy we were able to be part of it!#and by 'very fun' i mean it's completely exhausting and i can only handle participating once or twice a year#but it is very exciting too! she gave tea to everyone who stopped by. she was very happy to be able to help so many visitors!#i actually forgot until i checked whether this was from one or two years ago... my sense of time as an adult is --- *waves hand vaguely*#i'm so sorry for all the messages i didn't answer. specifically to the user who sent me a really kind message out of the blue#about how they got the slugawoo avvie from my quiggle's lookup. i didn't even know you could get the avvie from his lookup#so i was very happy to find out!! and i was happy there might be more people getting the avvie from his lookup i didn't know about#and i wanted to tell them how absolutely happy it made me and my brain said ' you should respond to this right away or you won't do it'#and i thought you fool. of course i'll make sure to do something this important#and i kept thinking about it for the past year and thinking i will do it. i will do it#but when i thought about writing the words that were floating in my mind the whole time i would feel blocked#this happens all the time and i'm sorry. it really does make me so happy#and then they deleted all the neomails but thankfully i had it saved so i still was able to find their username and send a message thankyou#i'm very glad
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sleepy-steve · 10 months ago
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@steddieangstyaugust 05/08 // ‘Please Please Please, Let Me Get What I Want’ by The Smiths
wc: 2.2k // rating: M // cw: language, negative self talk // tags: YEARNING, post-s4 but vecna dies, eddie has some self-esteem issues, mild references to sexual content
divider credits @steddiecameraroll-graphics
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Eddie isn’t sure when it started. When this… obsession took over his life. When he suddenly couldn’t think of anything but Steve Harrington.
It could have been when they started hanging out every day, the threat of otherworldly horrors gone and the Big Evil defeated. When they realised that while they don’t necessarily have much in common, they both care to learn about what the other likes.
It could have started before that, when Steve continually showed up to help him through his physical therapy, never wavering in his kindness despite how many times Eddie snapped in frustration or lashed out at him. Steve always took it in stride, but never patronised him. Or was it even before that? When Steve showed up everyday to his bedside in the hospital, at first appearing to just be chauffeuring Dustin, but then visiting on his own. Spending hours talking with him or letting the silence settle between them, filling the hours where Wayne couldn’t be there.
Shit, if Eddie really thought about it, it went further back than that too. Before Steve carried him out of hell and quite literally saved his life—though that alone was enough to make a guy swoon—and before the moment Eddie flirted with him in the RV (and really, what was he thinking with that?) and even before their little heart to heart in the aforementioned hell after the first bat attack.
No, if Eddie was honest with himself, it all went back to Steve’s surprise appearance in the boathouse, shoved up against the wall with a shard of glass pressed to his neck and fear in his eyes. Eddie remembers feeling Steve tremble as Eddie held tight to his jacket, watching as he swallowed, skin of his throat pressing against the glass. Eddie’s own hands shook around the broken bottle, from exertion and fear, and god help him he was not going down without a fight in that moment. Their all too literal colliding of worlds was not something he could have been prepared for, nevermind the fact that Eddie almost killed him. But it was that brief moment, so miniscule, right before Eddie let him go, that he realised Steve really wouldn’t hurt him. Despite being held up and almost having his throat slashed, Steve had dropped the oar.
It was the first hint he got that all those things Dustin had said about Steve were actually true. That all the ideas he’d previously had about Steve Harrington were undeniably false. And Eddie only continued to be proven wrong by the sheer magnitude of Steve’s kindness, his patience, his unending love for his friends. Which now, by some miracle, Eddie was a part of.
It had grown. Out of something that should have just been a trauma-bond that then dissolved once they were quote-unquote healed and realised they actually had nothing in common besides the shared experience of almost dying in an otherworldly dimension. It had grown into something much more than that, something that Eddie never really had before. He’d had friends before, sure, his little sheepies and his band mates, but nothing quite like this. It was both his fault and also not. When he arrived in middle school and was immediately bullied for daring to be a little bit different—despite the differences having more to do with his class status than anything he had truly picked at that time—the walls came up. People could get somewhat close to him, but ultimately Eddie decided just how much he would give to people, and arms length was always safest. They wouldn’t be able to hurt him at arms length.
And yet. Steve Harrington had somehow wormed himself past the walls, beyond the arms length barrier, and settled himself neatly within Eddie’s rib cage. Not only that, Steve brought along the rest of his little group, a family that knocked down Eddie’s walls and forged a space just for him. It went beyond the trauma bond. It had grown into something that almost felt like Steve cared about him. Actually, that wasn’t fair. Steve absolutely did care about Eddie. He’d shown it time and time again. Shown up and held tight and given his time and space and love, being the kind of best friend Eddie only dreamed of having.
And here he was, greedy. Desperately craving more. More of the connection, more of the love —platonic though it is—more of which he has already been given. Arguably he’s received far more than he ever thought he deserved (despite what his new friends might say). But Eddie can’t help it.
He wants. He craves.
He fucking aches for it.
It grips him in a chokehold, this desperation with which he begs to receive more. To have more. To be more. It wasn’t enough to have Steve’s friendship, Eddie wanted his whole heart. His whole soul, even. Every tiny speck of stardust that came together to create him, Eddie wanted it in his possession. Wanted it all to himself, to hoard like a dragon’s greatest treasure. To lock this man away and keep him safe and shower him with love and devotion every day for the rest of his life. He longed for it to the point of feeling more animal than man, a slave to his own desires. Helpless against his own hunger for a connection that would run bone deep between them, etched into his skull, woven into his blood. Eddie burned to fucking consume Steve Harrington and be consumed by him. To have their souls merge together in a supernova and, and, and…
And nothing. Because it would never happen. Not for Eddie, not the way that he wants it to. He reminds himself constantly that he should just be grateful to have the friendship, to cherish it for the special thing that it is. That guys like Steve Harrington didn’t want guys like Eddie Munson, at least not in that way. Not in the way Eddie wanted, because Eddie never got what he wanted.
Well, not never. But rarely. When he goes down this spiral, he struggles to remember times he has actually gotten what he wanted. In love, in romance? Never. Kisses—too fast, too hard, too scared—shared with boys who met him behind the bleachers and didn’t know what they wanted. Or rather, did know but wished they didn’t. Those that ended in the boys running away, or worse, threatening to hit him—to kill him—if Eddie dared to speak about what happened. Not that anyone would believe a jock would ever turn to Eddie The Freak Munson, even as an experiment. That’s all he ever was when he was younger, an experiment. It was all he thought he deserved, at least until he got a bit older and was able to venture out of Hawkins. Then came other stuff. Quick, filthy hookups in club bathrooms and dark alleyways in Indy. A stranger’s tongue in his mouth and their hands in each other’s pants and maybe their mouths on each other and the flash of a smile before leaving and he’d never see them again. It was fine. He got what he set out for in those moments, but nothing more. He never felt like he was owed more, never felt worthy of more, so why would anyone give him that? At least they didn’t end in threats of violence. At least he felt desired, somewhat. But, if given the chance, he’d trade all those experiences for one night of feeling like he was the prize, like he was the one worth fighting for, like someone wanted his heart.
And the craziest part was… sometimes he did feel that way. Sometimes Steve made him feel that way. Like Eddie was the most special person on the planet. Like no one else could draw his attention away. Like they were the only two people in the world. Like Steve could actually…
No. It wasn’t like that. Eddie had to remind himself endlessly. It wasn’t like that. This love wasn’t reserved just for Eddie, who watched Steve share it with all of them. When he picked up Dustin to take him wherever he wanted to go, despite the squabbling they shared. The way he and Robin seemed to read each other's minds, attached at the hip whenever possible. How he helped Max after she got out of the hospital, ready to drop everything at a second’s notice if she needed him. Spending afternoons training basketball with Lucas, giving him all of his tips and shining with pride at his skills.
Still… there was something. Something in the way Steve’s eyes lit up whenever Eddie arrived. Something in the way he was almost always too close, fingers brushing as beers were passed, arms and legs pressed against each other during movie nights, arms held tight when nightmares returned, and one glorious evening of warm cuddling and dreamless sleep after sharing a joint. Eddie lived in those moments, let them play on an endless loop in his mind, reading deep into each tiny interaction. Thinking about every smile sent his way and was it any different from the smiles anyone else got? God, he wanted to believe Steve had a special one just for him. One that was a little bit softer and sweeter and shyer.
The idea is nice, but it’s washed away by the cold reality of the fact that it would never happen. Even if, by some miracle, Steve was anything other than straight, why would he want Eddie? He could have anyone he wanted. And Eddie wouldn’t get what he wanted because that’s just how life was for him. Though he may beg and plead with invisible entities for it, though he might crave and ache to the point of feeling feral with it, though he might promise��swear on his life—to himself and anyone up there listening that he’d treat Steve so well if given the chance, Eddie knew it just wasn’t on the cards. The sooner he accepted that the better.
His resolve in place—forget about it, or at least bury it until it could be forgotten—Eddie makes his way up the driveway to the Harrington house. He wouldn’t think about it for the entirety of movie night. He absolutely would not.
“Hey, man!” Steve answers the door with a perfect smile and joy in his eyes. Eddie’s resolve wobbles. “Just in time.”
Eddie takes a moment to steel himself, firmly reminding himself of his goal, as he follows Steve into the house. And it lasts for all of two minutes before he’s pulled down onto the sofa, thigh pressed against Steve’s. Was there truly any reason for Eddie to be tortured this way? He tries to remember that Robin is on the other side of Steve, and that there’s limited room on the sofa but fucking hell… Their shoulders brush, the soft grazes through layers of fabric sending Eddie’s mind spinning, until Steve places his arm around behind Eddie on the sofa-back, not quite touching but close enough to feel the heat of his skin. And god, this is so much worse. The desire to lean in and cuddle him, just nestle right in and have Steve’s arm around him, drives him crazy. The idea that they could… that this could be normal for them, domestic even. It went beyond the physical, Eddie wanted to take care of him. To show him the love Steve had so willingly given to him, and give it back ten-fold, hundred-fold. To create a life with him. To be proud of him and show him off and love him endlessly. To go to the ends of the earth to grant Steve his every wish, if he could just have one chance, he was begging—
Get it together! Eddie’s internal voice hisses at him, and he tries to shove all his thoughts back down into a vault, feeling a bit like trying to get water back into a broken hydrant. He does his best, managing to get it back down to a simmer, rather than a rapid boil.
Steve shifts slightly, suddenly a bit closer. It all comes rushing back. The warmth where their thighs are touching becomes burning hot and all the aching, craving, yearning, wanting that Eddie tried to shove down and out of his mind is suddenly front and centre and focused on the way Steve laughs and those glorious moles dotting down his neck. He feels insane with longing, desperate to press his lips to those moles, as if that could ever convey the depth of his feelings for the man beside him. Overcome with the need to drag his fingers through that beautiful hair and maybe even pull on it a little, just to see what kind of noise Steve makes, Eddie hears the tiny voice in his mind telling him off for staring. He just can’t seem to drag his eyes away. Steve throws his head back with a laugh, exposing his throat, and Eddie might as well perish right then and there, distraught with how much he wants to bite it. To just sink his teeth into the skin and feel Steve’s pulse beneath with his tongue. To leave bites and bruises all over his body, everywhere Eddie thinks is beautiful…
Before he can summon enough shame to look away, Steve catches his eye, and just grins, eyes lit up with that same brightness he always seems to have when looking at him.
Eddie’s a fucking goner.
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busiest-bee · 6 months ago
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I’m a chronic “what if they were nice and also my friends”-er 😔💔
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skyward-floored · 6 months ago
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Whumptober Day 29 - Fatigue, “Who said you could rest?”
CONTINUATION TO DAY 23 more Warriors and Legend (and the dragon) time!
Lordy this got so long. SO. LONG. it was never supposed to be this long and that's probably why it took so long to write 😔 but I hope y'all enjoy this monster, I had a lot of fun with it :) And also LOOK AT THIS COOL ART it was one of the things that got me to finally finish this and inspired a good bit of it XD Thank you so much for the awesome art Maeson!!
Warnings: same as 23, whipping, animal abuse, arguably torture... bad times. A little nonconsensual touching, but nothing extreme.
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Day 23
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They’d been stuck here for days now, and Warriors was beyond frustrated.
Whenever the troupe’s wagons stopped, Legend was dragged out of his tank, his legs trembling underneath him from the prolonged time with a tail, and pulled outside somewhere to run through tricks or... something. Legend didn’t talk about it much. Half the time he couldn’t he was so exhausted from being beaten up at the slightest misstep, intentional or not.
Apparently their captors weren’t due to reach another town for a good week or two, so it didn’t matter that Legend had a split lip and a cut on his cheek. Those and the other small bruises on his face would heal before any customers saw him. As for the whip marks on his back, well, some scars made him seem more dramatic.
That’s what the horrible woman in charge had said anyway, and Legend had nearly bitten her hand in response.
Warriors had noticed his responses were growing more feral the longer he spent with a tail, growling when he was angry, warbling more when he talked, taking longer and longer to adjust to legs. Warriors tried to talk with him whenever they were together, and regular conversation seemed to help, but Legend was still struggling.
And Warriors still didn’t know how to get them all out.
He set his head against the bars of his cage again, watching a small spot of moonlight creep across the floor. It was nice that they’d parked the wagon so the window faced the moon for once. Usually all Warriors had to look at was either Legend or the baby dragon’s glowing eyes, which, while interesting, weren’t quite as good as natural light. And he was already feeling lethargic from the lack of natural light.
The baby dragon himself was snoring softly on Warriors’ lap, head tucked against his arm, and Warriors ran an idle hand over his scales, watching as they shimmered just a little at the touch.
Legend’s guess was that he was some kind of forest dragon, based on the colors and the fact that he’d never shown the slightest propensity for breathing fire. Warriors didn’t have any clue himself, but that felt right, and would explain the faint hint of trees and leaves he thought he smelled sometimes.
He really didn’t know much about dragons though. It was a little embarrassing.
At least Legend didn’t know all that much either— he’d pretty much only met the monstrous kind.
The dragon shifted a little at Warriors’ touch, and slitted open sleepy green eyes, blinking up at him. Warriors blinked back, and the dragon yawned and shifted around, snuggling up tighter against him.
“Ink?” he chirped, and Warriors shushed him, looking over at Legend. Legend was deeply asleep though, exhausted from his daily attempts at resistance, and he didn’t move.
“Go back to sleep, it’s not morning yet,” Warriors said quietly, but instead of curling back up, the dragon’s eyes opened wider, and he sat up, looking at Warriors and cocking his head to the side.
“Ink? A-rik?” he chirped, and Warriors paused, not having heard that last word from him before. The dragon’s vocabulary had been pretty much limited to ‘ma’ and ‘ink’ before now.
“...Arik?” Warriors questioned, and the dragon’s ears pricked, his face lighting up in the only way a dragon’s could.
“A-rik!” he chirped excitedly, hopping around on Warriors’ leg. “A-rik A-rik! A-riiik!”
“I don’t know what that means,” Warriors said with a frown, and the dragon excitedly chirped the word several more times. “Is... wait, is your name Arik?” Warriors asked, and the dragon preened.
“A-RIK!”
Legend stirred a bit at the shout, but he settled down again as Warriors shushed the dragon. Or Arik, he supposed. It sounded like a name, and just calling him ‘the dragon’ had gotten a little old.
“So, Arik is your name then?” Warriors asked in amusement, and the dragon trilled.
“A-rik! A-rik!” Arik chattered loudly, and Warriors couldn’t help his smile as he set a calming hand on his head.
“Okay okay, it’s sleepy time Arik, settle down,” Warriors whispered, and the dragon chirped again, snuggling up to Warriors. He happily blinked up at him as his eyes began to droop, and a content little sigh came from him as his eyes finally closed.
Warriors smiled and slid down to the hard floor, deciding to try and sleep the last few hours before dawn. He looked up at the ceiling, and his amusement at the dragon’s antics faded as he watched moonlight glint off the bars. Unease churned in his gut at the upcoming day, worry and dread mixing into an uncomfortable lump.
He’d spent all of his time in the cage so far, but he had a feeling that was going to change soon. The woman had been taking greater interest in him and the dragon lately, and he knew it would be their turn soon enough.
After all, they had tricks to learn.
Warriors breathed out, and closed his eyes. There was no use worrying about it right now. He would get some sleep, and reevaluate tomorrow.
The same thing he’d been telling himself every night he’d spent in this place.
(...)
Warriors woke up to frantic screeching.
He jerked upright and banged his head on the ceiling, adrenaline shooting through his veins. The warm weight was gone from his lap, Legend was growling, and Warriors whirled towards the cage door, stomach dropping as he saw the dragon being dragged out, his tiny claws scratching the floor.
“Ink!” he wailed, and Warriors dove for him, moments too late as the dragon was yanked out and the door slammed shut.
Warriors threw his weight against the bars, but the door didn’t budge, and he could only watch as Arik was bundled into a tiny cage with a loop for carrying on top.
“Leave him alone,” Warriors snarled, but the man ignored him, slamming the tiny door shut. Warriors clenched the bars so tightly it hurt.
“Wow, you really did get attached to it,” a familiar voice said, and the woman appeared, a hand on her hip. Warriors glared as Legend’s fins flared aggressively, and she waved a dismissive hand. “Oh relax, we won’t hurt it. So long as you all do what I want.”
“Which would be?” Warriors growled.
She smiled. “To learn your act. I’ve been debating about what to do with you while we’ve been training the merman, and I think I’ve figured it out. It’ll be a real show for the audience, I’m sure the crowds will turn out in droves.”
The mere thought made Warriors’ skin crawl, and he crossed his arms. The woman raised an eyebrow, and set a hand on the cage where the dragon was.
“And I’m sure you know what’ll happen if you refuse,” she said, and her voice turned threatening. “Mer scales would sell for quite a bit, no less ones from a dragon.”
Arik chirped in distress, the same noise Warriors had first heard from him, and he breathed out a hiss.
“Good,” the woman said as his shoulders lowered from their aggressive position. “Perhaps you won’t take as long to learn as your friend.”
Legend glared at her through slitted eyes, but he didn’t move from his place at the bottom of the tank. As much as Warriors hated that it was his turn, he was also relieved Legend would get a break. Maybe he could take the time to recover, and be able to put up more of a fight again. And they could both get out.
The door to his cage was pulled open, and the woman jabbed a thumb backwards, motioning for him to come out.
“Come on. And don’t try anything, or it won’t be pleasant for this one,” she said as she patted the dragon cage. Warriors silently scooted out, fury boiling under his skin as he stood up straight for the first time in days. He let them tie his hands behind his back without a fight, though he couldn’t help his flinch when a collar got pulled out. He forced himself to keep still though, the woman’s threat hanging over his head like a dark cloud, and she smiled as it was fastened around his neck.
“Lovely. It took us a good hour or two to get one on your friend, and it really completes the look. Come on,” she gestured, and one of her burly assistants shoved Warriors forward.
He nearly tripped, but followed without complaint, still fuming. He could stand humiliation. He would stand it, for Legend and the little dragon’s sakes.
This was an opportunity for reconnaissance, or even escape. Warriors had gotten nowhere with any of the plans he’d been working on, and being out of the cage was exactly what he needed. He glanced back before they left the small room, and met Legend’s eyes, tired and worried. Warriors sent him a cocky smirk he didn’t feel in the slightest, and Legend’s mouth twitched upwards just a little.
Then he was pulled out, and Legend was blocked off by the door slamming shut.
After days in near-darkness, the bright sun hurt Warriors’ eyes, but the warmth of it on his skin more than made up for it. He’d always felt better with some sunshine, and though Warriors was still tense and angry, he relaxed a bit. Sure he couldn’t see very well for the first little while of the trip, and the burly man had to keep shoving him along in the right direction, but at least he was outside.
Warriors’ eyes eventually adjusted, and he began to take in the sights. The rest of the place wasn’t much to look at honestly, at least the section he was in. A couple bright wagons parked in the grass, some people cooking food who leered and stared at him as he was shoved past. The town he and Legend has been in with the others was long gone, and Warriors saw nothing past the wagons but grass and open plains.
Are the others going to be able to catch up to us? Surely they’ll put together what happened, but who knows how long it’ll take, and they’re almost all on foot...
Warriors swallowed. He’d been betting on eventual backup.
A hand harshly cuffed his ear as he tried to peer around a corner, and after that Warriors kept his head down. But he still took in every detail he possibly could. He noted who had weapons and who didn’t, which people ignored him and which ones jeered, any small bit of information that could help.
And between it all, he kept an eye on the cage held in the woman’s hand, blood boiling whenever he heard a growl or whimper from inside.
They finally reached a large tent, a bit more sturdy looking with actual walls Warriors guessed could be collapsed to transport. He got shoved inside, and blinked as his eyes had to adjust to another change in light.
He almost wished they hadn’t. The mat on the floor in front of him had stains of what was unmistakably blood.
“I know a dancer’s body when I see one,” the woman began as she strode past him and into the middle of the tent, gesturing for her lackey to untie his hands. There were several other people inside this area practicing a few things, and Warriors recognized them from when he and Legend had been captured. “That along with your pretty face and the dragon, and we’ll have people lined up for miles to come see you.”
“You... want me to dance?” Warriors said in surprise, a little of the knot in his stomach loosening. He wasn’t the world’s greatest dancer or anything, but he could certainly manage. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
“I want you and the dragon to dance,” she corrected, and snapped her fingers.
The man she’d brought with her opened the cage where Arik was, but before he could leap out, the man snatched him, and quickly bundled something over his face. A muzzle.
Warriors’ jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything, merely caught Arik when the man abruptly lobbed him over. Arik made a whimpering noise as he clung to his shoulder, and Warriors ran a quick couple fingers along his scales.
“I know, it’s okay,” he murmured under his breath, and the dragon pressed himself against him with a shiver. He wondered how many times Arik had already gone through something like this.
Probably too many.
“Now,” the woman said, smoothing a bit of the mat with her boot, “I have a specific dance in mind for you and the dragon. So long as you can do what you’re told, and get the dragon to behave, we’ll all get along here just fine.”
Arik hissed through the muzzle, and Warriors stayed silent.
“Your dance is about dragons, harmony, mystique, things that always draw people in. Fire, swords, spectacle. If you wow the crowd, intrigue them, they’ll always want to come back,” she continued, and smiled at him. “Take off your shirt.”
Warriors froze. “Excuse me?”
“Take off your shirt,” she said coolly, and when Warriors didn’t move, tapped an impatient finger. “Come on. Or I’m going to start plucking scales.”
Warriors glared at her, heart in his throat, but when she began to move closer he did as she said and pulled his shirt over his head. Arik slipped down to cling to his leg while he tugged it off, and Warriors hated the way his hands shook despite his best efforts to still them. The air felt cold on his bare skin, and Warriors forced himself not to wrap his arms around his middle.
He could feel everyone in the tent’s eyes on him, staring at his bare chest, and Arik hissed again.
You’re doing it for Legend you’re doing it for the dragon she’s just trying to make you uncomfortable—
“Not even a few scales?” the woman said disappointedly, raking her eyes across him. “People are going to expect scales from a half dragon...well, we can work with the scars at least. Maybe have some makeup done to make you look more exotic. But that can come later,” she said with a clap, her smile growing wider. “Let’s get started.”
Her whip suddenly cracked across his back, and Warriors gasped in shock at the sudden pain. She did it again, and Arik fled to Warriors’ arm as he stumbled, letting out a shriek of alarm.
“That was just a taste,” the woman said calmly, Warriors staring at her as his shoulder throbbed. “You do what I say, and I won’t need this at all. It’s your choice. Now let’s get to work, honey.”
Arik rushed back up to Warriors’ neck as she spoke, pressing tighter against him. His scales were cool against his skin, but not in a bad way, and Warriors glared quietly at the woman as the dragon trembled.
But he knew he was stuck.
The last thing Warriors wanted to do was learn any kind of act, and try to get a tiny dragon to go along with it, especially in front of these people. But he didn’t have a choice. If it was just himself at stake he’d fight against it with everything he had, but he wasn’t alone.
And Legend or the dragon being hurt wasn’t an option.
So Warriors lowered his head, ignored the smirking grins and eyes leering at him, and nodded.
(...)
It didn't get better from there.
After Warriors’ first training session he could barely walk, his shoulders shredded and muscles beyond sore. The entire thing had been brutal, and that was with Warriors attempting to cooperate. He knew now exactly why Legend had been so worn down whenever he returned.
Warriors may not have been a bad dancer, but the moves he was supposed to be learning were nearly impossible in most cases, and the woman demanded nothing less than perfection. If he didn’t get a step right on the first try the whip immediately came down, and he was expected to keep moving no matter how painful it was. A significant portion of his torso had been coated with blood by the time it was over, and the only thing he'd had in regard to treatment had been having a bucket of cold water dumped over him to wash it off.
At least he knew why she’d wanted his shirt off now.
Poor Arik avoided the whip at least, too small to be an effective target, but he was obviously terrified, and getting him to do what the woman wanted was nearly impossible, even with Warriors there. The tiny dragon didn’t do anything except cling to his arm, and occasionally growl at anyone who came too close, spikes raised threateningly. Along with the gouges that had been torn into Warriors’ shoulders from the whip, there were small claw scratches marring a good portion of his arms.
Warriors hated it, but he did his best to coax Arik along with the routine they were supposed to be learning. He barely succeeded. Legend had been right with his initial observation— Arik was a baby, and terrified on top of that. It was a miracle Warriors was able to get him to do anything.
Warriors couldn’t explain to Arik that it would be better if he just tried to go along with it. He couldn’t reason with him barely at all. All he could really do was try to make the woman take out her frustration on him rather than the little dragon when he messed up.
Which she did. Quite often.
Warriors and Legend began being taken out of their cages on alternating days, though sometimes when they stopped for longer one of them was taken in the morning and the other the afternoon. The longer they were there the worse the training seemed to get, and Warriors was at a loss of what else he could do.
The woman at least seemed to recognize she could only hit both him and Legend so much before they truly couldn’t move, but she wasn’t shy about other methods of abuse. She realized Warriors hated taking his shirt off, and made him do it every time he practiced, often with an audience. If one or the both of them messed up particularly bad, they weren’t fed anything, and more than once Warriors was kept up by Arik’s tiny stomach growling, and his sad mewls for food.
Even worse, a couple times the woman had actually gone through with her threat and plucked some scales from both Legend and the dragon, all while Warriors watched.
Legend had actually managed to bite her that time, which only got him several more scales yanked from his tail, but despite the blood dripping from his tail, he said later to Warriors that it had been more than worth it.
The woman had also been pressing Warriors about any dragon skills he had, and Warriors struggled with how much to tell her. Sure he couldn't do all that much, but he didn’t want to admit to anything. And a few things were unavoidable with Legend and a baby dragon on the line. But was it okay to admit he had night vision? Or would that only make escape harder?
He didn’t know.
But the woman had gotten a couple things out of him, and he started coming back with singed hair from her attempts to figure out exactly how fireproof he was.
Their situation was getting unbearable, Warriors and Legend both hit and beaten and treated like less than human on the daily, and it was wearing on them both, any escape attempts immediately shut down, any plans ground into the dirt.
Warriors had one idea left.
And if it didn’t work...
He wasn’t letting himself think about it. It would work.
But he couldn’t put it into effect until he and Legend performed, so Warriors did his best to keep his head down, preserve his strength, and try not to worry as Legend spent more and more time curled up and silent, and Arik’s happy chirps grew less frequent, both of their scales growing dull.
But finally the moment came.
One day the wagon never stopped, trundling along much longer than it usually did. Warriors' heart beat faster when he heard some shouts outside, and he realized they'd finally reached the town they were due to perform at. He rapidly went over his cobbled-together plan with Legend, and they built as many backup ideas as they possibly could into the idea.
Soon enough the wagon was stopped and the doors were open, and he and Legend were both were pulled out of their respective cages, Arik shoved in his own tiny one. Legend’s tail split back into legs again as he was dropped on the floor, and he collapsed when he couldn't hold his own weight.
Warriors tried to go over to him, but the usual group of burly assistants held him tight, dragging both him and Legend out. The only thing Warriors managed to do was brush against Legend’s shoulder, and Legend only flinched at the touch.
Probably because the only human contact he’d had for the past week and a half was in order to inflict pain on him.
They were both dragged out into the night, the moonlight mixing with that of the torches scattered around. Warriors heard the loud chatter of people, saw lights from a town nearby, and he craned his neck, trying to see any of the crowd he could hear. But he was bundled away too quickly, and soon enough he and Legend were hurried off into two small separate tents, Arik's cage dropped to the ground with Warriors.
Inside, Warriors was descended upon by a small mob, clothes shoved at him and makeup painted on his face, unfamiliar hands sprucing up and making adjustments and touching him all over. He briefly considered making a run for it, but Arik was still stuck in his cage, and he didn’t know where Legend had gone.
So he sat there and took it, even though he was really, really tempted to scream.
Warriors caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror as he was fussed over, and blinked, shimmering scales painted onto his cheeks, his hair ruffled just enough to make him look a bit wild. It... made him look a bit like his father, actually.
Huh.
Warriors didn’t have time to dwell on it though, as he was tugged back over and given finishing touches. He was just grateful the outfit he had on included a shirt, even if it was a thin, silky material.
His scarf was wrapped tastefully around his waist, and before he knew what was happening, he’d been shoved into a small waiting area, and the woman was reminding him of the cues they’d practiced.
“And don’t try anything,” she added, eyes narrowed. “I’ve got my men posted everywhere. If you so much as twitch towards the exit, I’ll know.”
“Yes ma’am,” Warriors muttered.
She nodded, and then went through the tent flap, cheers coming from the other side. Arik’s cage had been set beside Warriors, and he quickly unlocked it while he waited, the dragon leaping onto his shoulders in one huge jump.
“Hope you’re ready little guy,” Warriors said, and Arik let out a soft chirp, pressing his head against Warriors’ chin.
He heard the sound of splashing and gasps, then uproarious cheers, and assumed Legend was currently doing his act. The urge to charge out there and stop it all was strong, but Warriors waited, his plan pulsing in the back of his mind. It was messy, and had so many little things that could go wrong with it, but it was all Warriors had.
And it all rested on the prop sword currently in his hands.
Warriors twirled it nervously, testing the weight of the criminally dulled blade while Arik paced anxiously around his shoulders. A chime rang out, and the music outside changed, the cheers and applause growing dying down. Here we go.
“A deadly dance of sword and beast, I give you...”
Warriors clutched his fake sword, and stepped out through the flap of the tent and into the light.
“...the dragon man!”
Gasps and oohs went through the audience as he stepped out, excited faces and fingers pointing at him and the dragon perched on his shoulder. Warriors took a deep breath, ignoring the eyes fixed on him as he gave the room a quick scan, and saw Legend in a tank in the corner, tail lazily flicking.
Warriors let out a small sigh of relief, and began to dance.
He moved through forms similar to fighting, twirling his sword in a careful dance as music swirled through the air. Arik wove around his arms and shoulders with a whispered instruction, and the crowd oohed again as his scales shimmered in the light.
The moves pulled on still-healing injuries, and muscles that had been pushed too far. Keeping the smile fixed on his face was a challenge in and of itself, but Warriors was good at keeping his emotions close to his chest. Even if so much as spreading his arms out was close to torture.
The music slightly changed pitch, and Warriors sped up, whispering to Arik again. He was betting a lot on the little dragon, and could only pray that it would work.
Torches were lit around him by juggling performers, and Warriors drifted closer to them, heart thudding, palms sweating, the beat of the music thudding in his ears.
Then he twirled neatly around, and in one smooth motion, threw his sword right at Legend’s tank.
It may not have been sharp, but the fake sword was heavy, heavy enough to make a huge crack form in the glass. At the same moment Arik leapt from Warriors’ shoulders and knocked over the nearest torch, sending fire shooting towards the tent walls.
Legend exploded into movement as someone shrieked, and slammed his shoulder against the crack in his tank, breaking it with a resounding crash as water burst free.
The audience screamed at the noise and spreading fire, and people began to jump from their seats, rushing for the exit. Warriors bolted for Legend and quickly helped him up, Legend’s now-legs shaking violently.
“Nice throw,” he breathed, and Warriors nodded, giving his shoulder a warm squeeze as he began to drag him towards the exit.
Arik scrambled back onto Warriors’ shirt, leaping impossibly high. He gave Legend a delighted chirp when he saw him, and rubbed against his face as they hurried away from the shattered glass and spreading fire.
Legend gave the dragon a tiny smile, and petted him in turn.
The tent had fallen into chaos, people running and shouting and trying to figure out what had happened. Warriors heard furious yelling above it all, and he quickly pulled Legend out of the tent and into the dark night outside. He didn’t really have a destination in mind, just getting away was his biggest goal.
“Try the town?” Legend wheezed, his lungs obviously straining.
“I was thinking the woods,” Warriors replied, "better cover." Legend nodded.
People streamed around them, largely ignoring the three, but occasionally someone noticed them or Arik and shrieked. Warriors made sure to change direction whenever that happened, and Legend followed beside him, his legs still stumbling as he got used to them again.
Warriors kept his gaze scanning for any weapons he could swipe, but between the crowd and uncertain lighting, nothing caught his eye. Every time someone shouted he flinched, and Warriors could feel himself flagging, pain and exhaustion dragging his steps. The longer they fought their way through the crowds, the worse Warriors' anxiety grew.
They needed to get out of here now.
Arik suddenly let out a screech, and something slammed into Warriors, tearing him from Legend’s grip and wrapping around him as he was thrown to the ground. Legend shouted as Warriors struggled, and he realized he’d been caught in a net.
“I told you not to try anything!” a familiar voice shouted, sharp with anger.
Warriors peered through a hole, and his stomach dropped as the woman strode forward, her hair askew and face furious. The tent they’d set on fire backlit her in an eerie way, and Legend stumbled to put himself between her and Warriors, legs shaking as he held himself up, gripping the prop sword.
His face was equally furious-looking, and Warriors began tearing frantically at the net, trying to rip a hole in order to free himself. Arik had been trapped in it along with him, and his claws dug into Warriors’ chin as he thrashed and cried in distress.
“Ma!” he wailed, and as the woman drew her whip and one of her assistants readied another net, Warriors’ gaze clouded with fury.
He’d had enough.
His rage built in the back of his throat, heat rushing up through his chest in a strangely familiar way. His throat clenched so tightly Warriors thought for a moment he was going to throw up, but then he snapped his mouth open and fire blazed from between his lips.
The net broke from the heat and Legend stumbled backwards, his eyes wide as a huge blast of fire burst towards the woman and her assistants. Warriors heard panicked shrieks, and as his fire sputtered out and the remains of the net fell away from him, he bent nearly double as he coughed, throat spasming, his whole mouth tasting like smoke.
Okay yeah I’m not really built for that, good to know, he thought dizzily as Legend shook his arm, saying something he couldn’t hear over his hacking.
“Ink!” Arik screeched in his ear, and Warriors finally caught his breath enough to stumble to his feet, and Legend dragged him away, the grass burning behind them.
They didn’t make it far before Warriors heard shouting again, and he let out a breathless curse, sparing a single glance over his shoulder. More of the other troupe members were chasing them now, and Warriors forced his exhausted legs to keep going, Legend struggling along beside him.
One of their feet caught on something, Warriors didn’t know if it was him or Legend, but they both tumbled to the ground, a triumphant shout behind them.
Warriors lifted himself up on shaking elbows, back screaming in pain, his throat raw from smoke, and Legend shakily caught his arm.
“Wars, I...” Legend wheezed, his eyes half-lidded. “I’m not... get y-yourself out of here...”
“No,” Warriors snapped, then coughed and gritted his teeth. “None of us are going back in there.”
Arik stood up and hissed as shadows fell over them, baring his tiny teeth and claws. Warriors braced himself to get up and try to fight, when someone suddenly yelled in pain.
One of the figures above them toppled backwards, and Warriors stared at the arrow protruding from a shoulder.
He’d know that fletching anywhere.
“Captain! Vet!” a familiar voice shouted, and Warriors managed to sit up the rest of the way, relief sweeping over him as two figures leapt out of the shadows and began pushing the enemies back.
Another appeared and knelt beside them, and Warriors let Wind snatch him into a hug, even though it hurt.
“Thank Jabun you guys are okay, we’ve been looking for you guys for ages," Wind gasped into his shoulder, "it took us so long to figure out where you went it was like you'd just disappeared and then there was this whole side quest thing we got stuck doing—” Wind continued as he pulled back with a relieved look, talking at warp speed. Warriors nodded as he helped Legend sit up, and Wind paused in his talking just long enough to grab him into a hug too. “—it was a whole thing and that’s why there’s a dragon over where Sky is and—”
“Whoa whoa whoa, wait, say that last part again,” Warriors said, and Wind breathed out, and then in.
“We found a dragon, the good protector kind, not a boss. She said her baby had been stolen and wanted us to help, and once we figured out you guys were here Time said he thought her baby might also be here, so that’s why there’s a huge dragon with Sky,” Wind summed up in one breath. “Also Sky can understand her? None of us can but him. It’s not very fair.”
Warriors grinned despite his exhaustion, and heard a distant roar bellow out across the field. Arik’s head shot straight up from where he'd been pressed against Warriors' side at the sound, his head and ears tilting around rather frantically, and Wind gasped.
“Whoa, what’s that?”
Warriors scratched Arik in his favorite spot. “Another escapee,” Warriors said with an exhausted smile. “...And the reason Sky’s friend is here.”
Arik eyeballed Wind cautiously, but Wind stayed still, only stretching out a hand for him to examine. Arik gave it a small sniff, then chirped, bonking his head against his fingers.
Wind giggled. “Aw, he’s cute. You... said he was captured too?”
Warriors nodded. “Yeah. For a lot longer than us.”
"Put up a good fight, though," Legend wheezed quietly, and Warriors held his shoulder a bit tighter. Legend leaned into the touch with an exhausted sigh, and Wind gave them both a worried look.
A fair amount of the yelling had died down around them, the crowds dispersing, though Warriors could still hear some shouts from across the field. More of the Links appeared shortly, looking utterly relieved at the sight of Legend and Warriors, and Warriors let them all fuss over them. Arik curled up in a trembly ball on his lap as he explained briefly all of what had happened, and Twilight and Time exchanged horrified looks more than once.
Legend was half-asleep on his shoulder by the time he finished, and Hyrule had just started to try and coax him to drink a red potion when Sky suddenly joined them all, the last one of their group to appear.
He gave Warriors and Legend relieved looks, and then his gaze landed on the dragon in Warriors' lap and his face lit up.
"Oh it's him! You found Arik!" he exclaimed excitedly. Before Warriors could reply, a huge shadow swept over them, blocking out the moon.
“Arik!” a chiming voice cried out, and a huge deep blue dragon poured out from the sky, landing effortlessly on the ground before them. Arik shot up from his place on Warriors’ lap and squealed, leaping straight at her and purring wildly as the huge dragon nuzzled him.
Warriors smiled as he leaned heavily against Legend, both dragons purring contentedly as they reunited. Time gave him an amused look from beside him, and Warriors quickly cleared his throat as he realized he was purring as well. Oh sure, now it decides to work.
The blue dragon finally eased in her frantic purring, and she looked around at them all, her eyes bright with relief. Arik sat on her head, still purring up a storm, and began chattering so quickly Warriors couldn't make out a word of it. His mother let out what Warriors assumed was a laugh, and Arik draped himself across her nose, looking happier than Warriors had ever seen him.
“Thank you heroes, you've done more for me than you could possibly imagine,” the dragon rumbled, her gaze resting on Warriors. “Especially you, little dragon and mer. Thank you for protecting my son.”
Warriors smiled, and froze as the dragon leaned forward, pressing her nose to his forehead.
“I can see that you've suffered much. Your kindness won’t be forgotten,” she said warmly, and gave him and Legend's hair a small lick.
Warriors heard a few of the others muffle laughs, but he nodded at the dragon, and Legend, though he looked confused, managed a smile in her direction.
“You guys catch the leader?” Legend murmured as he sipped at the potion Hyrule finally got him to drink.
“We did, don’t worry,” Twilight said, giving the burning tent in the distance a furious look.
“Some knights from the town came to see what was going on, and we explained the trouble. We helped them get her and most of her people in custody already,” Time said, and Warriors further relaxed.
Arik wouldn’t have to worry about her ever again.
As if he’d heard his thoughts, the little dragon hopped off of his mother and scampered over to him, not quite flying with his small hops. “Ink A-rik!” he said with a happy purr, and a sudden pang of sadness hit Warriors.
Logically he’d known this was coming, but... he supposed he hadn’t really thought about what saying goodbye would entail. He had no clue where they were in history, especially not in relation to his own time period. In all likelihood, he’d never see Arik again.
“Ink?” Arik chirped, and Warriors gave him a smile, scratching at the base of his horns.
"You’re going to have to go in a minute here, little guy," Warriors said softly, still gently scratching. Arik chirped again, and rubbed against him with a quiet purr. “Your mom probably wants to take you home.”
“Ma,” Arik said happily, looking back at her, and Warriors nodded. Then he looked back at Warriors, and his face drooped. "Ink," he said a little sadly, and gave Warriors a small lick on the nose.
"Yeah, I’m going to stay here. This is... goodbye. I'll miss you too," Warriors said with a sad smile, and Arik rested his head against his with a quiet coo, meeting Warriors' blue eyes with his own bright green.
Then he licked his nose again and pulled back, giving Legend a quick lick as well before hopping back over to his mother. Legend spluttered, but there was a fond look on his face as Arik climbed up onto his mother’s head again. The large dragon blinked happily as her baby curled up, and gave all of the Links one more grateful look, her gaze lingering on Warriors again.
“Thank you,” she purred softly, then leapt into the air, a triumphant musical cry ringing through the sky.
They all watched her sweep across the field, her scales nearly glowing in the moonlight, Arik chirping along with her. The smell of rain hit Warriors’ nose as the dragon curled over the spreading flames, and he saw mist sweep over the field, steam rising from the now-doused tent and grass.
And then she flew upwards, and both dragons disappeared into the starry night.
Warriors sighed, every ache and pain suddenly reminding him of its presence full-force. His throat and back still aches fiercely, and suddenly all he wanted to do was sleep. Legend looked over at him, and Warriors gave him a faint smile.
“Let’s get you two out of here, I’m sure you’ve have had enough of this place,” Time said, and Warriors nodded, Legend huffing out an exhausted laugh.
“Absolutely,” he agreed as his eyes slipped closed, and Wind and Hyrule helped him up, Time assisting Warriors. Warriors leaned heavily against him, legs wobbling, and Time gave him a worried look as his eye flitted across the scales painted across his face.
“You’re all right, Captain?” he asked quietly, and Warriors nodded, looking over at him.
“I will be,” he assured just as quietly, and sent Time a faint smirk. “I just want a hot meal, a bath, and to get out of these clothes.”
Time chuckled, but his warm grip didn’t lessen in the slightest as Warriors looked up at the sky one more time, scanning the swathe of stars above them.
He almost thought he heard a triumphant chirp echo from above him.
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Too Hard
Woop part 2 of the trip inside Jamil's head. Part 1 here.
The next time Jamil caught sight of you on campus, his first instinct was to turn around on his heel.
What a stupid thought to have because of you.
Besides, that would only make him more conspicuous, not less.
So, when your eyes met his, Jamil gave you a short nod in greeting. He would’ve left it at that and kept on his way, had you not walked up to him.
“Hi Jamil! How’s it going?” you said with that impossibly disarming smile of yours.
Why was it so difficult to look at you like he normally would? You had no right to make him feel so stiff, so unnatural.
On autopilot, Jamil exchanged a few pleasantries with you - those lessons from his parents had been instilled too deep in him for him to falter too badly in a simple exchange such as this. Still, Jamil quickly excused himself by telling you he still had to find Kalim before his next class.
Jamil didn’t miss the way your smile faltered. Had you hoped to get something out of him?
“Oh, okay. I’ll see you two later, then.”
Something about that irked him, though Jamil did not allow himself to dwell on it further.
His heart really had no business still racing as it did when he walked away, unaware of the frown on his face.
Just act normal. That’s all he needed to do.
After all, he had no time for dwelling in silly fancies.
If Jamil had been acutely aware of you before, it only seemed to worsen now that he was making a conscious effort to not act any differently with you. In fact, the harder he tried to keep you out, the more you invaded his thoughts, unsettling him.
The most innocuous words from you looped in his mind, and even the simplest actions caught his eye. For goodness's sake, he’d found himself staring at you while you were queueing up in the cafeteria the other day, not even doing anything other than standing around and looking bored!
For once, Jamil found himself grateful for all his duties. At least they provided him with something else to occupy himself with.
After all, if he was busy enough, it was difficult to think about those bright eyes of yours, your sweet laugh, or the way you bit your lip while thinking.
Still, sometimes it felt like no matter which way he turned, you were there, ready to throw him off-kilter. Not like it was his fault that often the most convenient route to class intersected with your daily routines. Or that your face seemed to jump out from any crowd, catching his attention.
Which certainly did not help his basketball performance. Jamil certainly did not recall you having such an interest in sports before, yet suddenly you were always there, distracting him. What had changed?
Could you possibly-
Jamil scoffed to himself, forcing his thoughts back on track for the nth time that day.
He picked up the tray of food and started taking it to Kalim. After dinner, he’d need to help Kalim with his homework, there were some housewarden tasks that would need dealing with, not to mention the preparations for the next-
Jamil froze in his tracks.
The voice he heard was quiet, but it was unmistakably you.
Really, it should not have come as such a surprise to him. You had become a rather frequent visitor to Scarabia, and Kalim often invited you to stay for meals. In fact, Jamil had started planning the dorm’s meal prep with your tastes and dietary restrictions in mind, just in case.
Jamil rounded the corner with strange exhilaration, his heart fluttering needlessly.
Yet, his mood evaporated when he saw you.
Why did you stop talking and look so guilty as soon as you caught sight of Jamil?
Jamil knew that look you gave to Kalim, had used it himself a thousand times. The one telling Kalim to keep quiet about something.
What could there possibly be that you would be comfortable sharing with Kalim, but not with him? That would give Kalim reason to sit so close to you, a comforting hand on your shoulder?
Jamil's mind raced with possibilities, yet could not settle for any single explanation.
He’d have to ask Kalim about it later.
Jamil gave you a short, polite greeting, his eyes lingering on you in an attempt to read what you were hiding.
“If I’d known you were coming over, I would’ve prepared something for you to eat as well,” Jamil said, already thinking about which parts of the dorm’s dinner to spruce up for you.
“Oh, no need, just figured I’d pop by. I’ll get out of your hair soon enough,” you said, something sheepish about your expression.
As expected, Kalim asked you to stay and dine with them, and with just a bit more persuasion you agreed - though not before telling Jamil that he should join you too and have himself a breather.
And since Kalim agreed with you, Jamil soon found himself sharing a meal with you and Kalim. Yet, even as he sat down with the food, his mind raced.
Had you been getting particularly close to Kalim lately? But surely Jamil would’ve noticed such a thing. Maybe someone from the dorm had been giving you trouble? But if that was the case, then surely you could let Jamil know about it, too. Unless for some reason you did not want to? But if it was something that concerned Kalim, then sooner or later it was bound to concern Jamil, too.
All the while, Kalim was talking to you about this and that, the latest topic being the animals kept on the Asim estate.
“I’ve got some pictures, let me show you!” Kalim said with an excited grin.
Only, a thorough patting of his pockets and a look around confirmed that Kalim’s phone was nowhere to be seen.
Jamil pinched the bridge of his nose. Where had Kalim left it this time?
Before Jamil even had the chance to say that he would handle it, Kalim sprinted off. Jamil hesitated for a moment, automatically halfway up from his seat, before he decided that leaving a guest unattended would be a worse offense than not helping out his master.
Jamil slumped back down with a sigh, mentally tracing the path Kalim took today, trying to recall the last time he saw Kalim handle his phone.
“Breathe. He’ll manage,” you said. There was the faintest of smiles on your lips, and Jamil could not decide if it was knowing or amused. Perhaps both.
Somehow, despite his frustration, Jamil’s own lips wanted to curl up too.
“Hmm. Maybe he will.”
Sure, Jamil could’ve called Kalim’s phone, to make it easier to find, but it was not that urgent, was it?
Jamil took another bite of his food, keeping an eye on you from the corner of his eye.
How was his mind so empty and so buzzing at the same time?
“You know-”
“So-”
You looked at each other, both just as surprised that the other had spoken up at the same time.
Even your surprised look was so-
“You first,” Jamil said. The way you bit your lip... Jamil had to raise a cup to his lips, slowly sipping his drink.
“Just… Feels like it’s been quite a while since I’ve seen you be still, you know. Or exchanged more than two words with you,” you said. You were attempting a light, joking tone, yet it was quite clear there was more to it.
“You say that like it would be unusual for me to be busy.”
He was not prepared for the way your soft sigh tugged at his heartstrings.
“No. It is not.”
You were both quiet after, poking at your meals. Normally, Jamil would’ve cherished such a moment of peace, yet this particular silence between you two was decidedly awkward.
Where was your usual chatter? Why weren’t you looking at him like you usually did?
“If you’re worried about me, don’t. I’m fine,” Jamil said, some softness creeping into his tone despite his best intentions.
“That's what Kalim said too,” you said. Yet the way you looked at Jamil made it clear you were still skeptical.
Wait.
Had you clammed up earlier because it had been Jamil you had been talking about with Kalim? That Kalim had comforted you about?
The thought twisted his stomach into knots.
Eta: you can find part 3 here, part 4 here, and finally part 5 here. Hasdhfsdf the way I fought with that last scene I swear. I don't even want to know how many versions I went through, trying to figure out how to say what I wanted without rubbing it into your face or making it too veiled. The joys of trying to convey things through a limited pov. Hopefully it came out reasonably balanced in the end. Rip to all those sentences that were lovely on their own but didn’t work for the whole. Hopefully I can rehome y’all one day. I do have thoughts for part 3 and part x (might be some chapters between those two as well, who knows at this point), so maybe we'll see those at some point, too. Tag list: @colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist @twstgo If you'd like to be tagged for future works, let me know! (Just be aware that sometimes I do also write nsfw, though you can certainly ask to be tagged only for particular kinds of works.)
#twisted wonderland#jamil viper#twisted wonderland x reader#jamil viper x reader#ner writes#jamil definitely knows how to deal with his feels#also writing this is making me wonder how aware jamil is of his inner versus outer life#like he’s very aware of how he comes across because that’s what he’s been told to watch out for#but how well has he truly learned to understand himself and his own feelings wants etc?#(I mean as you can tell I’m assuming not very well)#originally this went to more of a “jamil hears just the wrong part of the conversation” route but#a) I kinda hate that trope especially when it’s dragged on beyond belief and#b) Kalim maybe doesn’t want to spill anyone’s secrets but he really is such an open book especially with Jamil so#also it’s not like jamil needs the extra help to catastrophize he already does that well enough on his own 🙃#tho then I went a little too far in the other direction and had to pull back#but let's just hope I didn't edit this to death by now#also also: since I seem to have a bit of a naming theme going on for this series#if I were to be the sort to go for the angst route what part would definitely be titled Too Late or something along those lines#also x3 but loved folks commenting on that part about reader being inoffensive in the first part#I certainly had fun writing that line#(and in general extra love to everyone who leaves comments on tags replies wherever always great to read those)#(and in general chat with y'all)
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wolveria · 5 months ago
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The Anomaly Archives - Reality #009
AU of The Raven's Hymn
Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader
AO3
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Document #45SB23: "The Alphabet Memo" Infohazard Classification - Access RESTRICTED
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
SCP-049 is all about aftercare, to the point where you think he might enjoy it even more than the sex. It's an excuse for him to dote on you, clean you up and make sure you're warm and comfortable and safe. He loves when you rest your head on his chest or tuck yourself into his side, and if you lay facing away, 049 will wrap his arms around you and press against your back every time.
B = Body part (favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)
049 doesn't see himself as a sexual being, though he does have complicated feelings about his hands. He's proud of how precise and surgical they are, and yet, their killing touch is indiscriminate and absolute.
But when it comes to your body, he loves everything. He especially enjoys how much smaller you are in comparison to him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
049 loves making a mess out of you. The messier you get, the more pleased he is, knowing he's done his job well. He also finds it endearing when you're embarrassed over how excessively you come.
And if you manage to squirt, there's a good chance he loses his composure, skips the rest of foreplay, and buries himself in you up to the hilt.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Ever since 049 became emotionally attracted to you, he's had salacious, graphic sex dreams. He’s at a loss; this is a first for him, but they become a nightly occurrence until your relationship finally becomes physical.
He still has the occasional wet dream, but now when he wakes up with his hard cock pushed out of its inner sheath, you're more than happy to ride him, or roll over so he can fuck you from behind. Even while partially asleep, the pleasure is better than anything he could imagine in his dreams.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
You're the first intimate partner he's ever had, but 049 is well-learned when it comes to human anatomy. Combined with his knowledge of erogenous zones and his observation of your reactions, it's easy for him to pleasure you in a way that makes it seem like he's been doing this for centuries.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
It's difficult for him to pick; he loves any way he can have you. But one of his favorite positions is with you on top, taking charge and using him for your own pleasure. 049 enjoys watching his cock disappear into your body, and his hands being able to reach any part of you is an added bonus.
But he also loves to be the one on top, pressing you down into the bed while being slow and careful, until you beg him to stop teasing and fuck you proper. Another reason he enjoys this position; he feels like he can shield you from the world, protecting you from anything that might want to harm you.
A guilty favorite position of his: pushing you to the nearest surface and holding you against it. This is often the position you'll find yourself in when you've been tormenting him with subtle brushes of skin or teasing smiles. Secretly, it's one of your favorites, too.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
049 has a very dry sense of humor, and with the right timing he can be extremely funny, but he tends to be more serious in intimate moments. Mostly because he doesn't want to make a mistake and hurt you, and he wants you to know he doesn't take your trust lightly.
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Well, at least when it comes to hair maintenance, 049 is very easy. His thick hide is entirely hairless, and perhaps that's one reason why he's so drawn to your hair, happy whenever he can run his fingers through it.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
The intimacy is the point of sex for him. 049 will, of course, happily let you use him for sexual pleasure if that's what you want in the moment, but even that holds a certain intimacy for him. In short, 049 is incredibly romantic without even having to try.
J = Jack off (masturbation head canon)
He’s never done it before, but when straying thoughts of you become lewder and more frequent, 049 is sorely tempted to try, if only to calm his newfound need.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Being the medical expert that he is, 049 enjoys examining you in a “professional” capacity. If he is pleased at having you at his mercy while his practiced touch evokes excitement from your body, then it’s merely a side effect, and need not be examined further.
049 also has a latent breeding kink, which he discovers along with a surprising part of his anatomy (further detailed in W below). He’s too ashamed to confess his fantasies about breeding you, but with the way you demand he comes in you every time, filling you with every drop, he begins to wonder if you have a similar desire.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Any place where he’s not constantly observed and watched. He’s used to being the subject of experimentation, but that’s not something he would ever want for you. And the thought of someone watching you at your most vulnerable is enough to make him wish to exact violence on those who dare to look.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Just seeing you through the observation glass or hearing your voice over the intercom is enough to pique 049’s interest, but he especially loves when you’re excited by something. Whether it’s discussing a topic of your expertise, or watching you draw or write, he enjoys when you’re so enthralled that he can watch you unimpeded, tucking away the memory of how you chew your lip in concentration, or move your hands in animated joy.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
The thought of harming you unintentionally is enough to actively worry him. The destruction in 049’s hands and his inhuman strength are dangers he refuses to test. (Although, winding him up and teasing him is a good way to wreck his control and get him to forget his strength if you’re looking for him to manhandle you.)
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
One of 049’s greatest regrets about his anatomy, aside from his deadly touch, is the fact his face is trapped within his mask. He would give anything to be able to kiss you just once, and if he could, he would pleasure you with his mouth as often as you would allow him. (Though being able to rub the curve of his beak between your legs and watch you squirm is its own kind of pleasure.)
049 is surprised how much you want to perform oral sex on him, and he’s surprised again to find he enjoys it. Something about having a lack of control as you lavish your tongue and mouth on a sensitive part of his anatomy is especially thrilling to him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
049 loves going slow, displaying the patience and self-control you definitely lack in this situation. But even he has his limits, and whining and begging for him to take you apart is the quickest way for his control to snap, and then he’ll fuck you hard and fast enough to leave bruises and make it difficult to walk the next day.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
If a fast fuck is all 049 can get from you, he’ll take it. He would rather have you at his mercy for hours, drawing out your pleasure until you’re a panting, exhausted mess, but if speed and discretion are what’s needed, he can have you coming on his fingers within a minute.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Just being with 049 is a risky experiment, and therefore, he tries to make every intimate encounter safe for you. You’re far less careful with your safety than he prefers, but the way he sometimes holds you, like a precious thing that might break if squeezed too tight, makes you love him all the more.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Well, he’s not human, which means he’s not under the same physical constraints as you. There seems to be no limit to 049’s stamina, and your energy and endurance are the only limiting factors when it comes to sex.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
049 doesn’t show an interest in toys for himself, but he’s certainly intrigued by watching you use them, and once he realizes they’re simply tools to add to his arsenal, he’s learned to use dildos, vibrators, and clamps on you with mind-blowing results.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Once he learns how flustered and aroused you get by the smallest things he does, 049 becomes an expert at teasing you. He doesn’t want you to suffer and eventually gives in, but he enjoys the strained noises you make and the way your body yearns to be touched. He doesn’t quite understand sexual attraction, but seeing how much you desire him gives him a sort of proxy sensation of physical lust.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
049 is on the quiet side in most instances, and he’s not very vocal during sex, either. But when he is, whether it’s to make those strange purring-rumbling noises or to groan sinfully in French, it’s entirely worth it.
W = Wild card (a random head canon for the character)
049 has a knot, though he had no idea it existed until the first time he fucked you. It hadn’t appeared during his sex dreams, or the few times he grew aroused by your presence and had to pull his robes over his groin.
But the first time you felt that knot press against you, you eagerly pushed back until it slipped inside you. After coming in you so much it started to leak, 049 was mortified to find he couldn’t pull out.
Needless to say, every time you have sex now, you try to get him to knot you. It’s not always possible, like if you’re at a higher risk of getting caught, but when it does happen, you happily use it as an excuse to lie on top of him, or snuggle up close for longer than you would get to otherwise.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
(Literally, no one would know what’s going on in there without the X-ray images.) But you’re the first to sample his cock personally, and it’s something you would never put in an observation report. No one needs to know the monster he keeps hidden under those robes.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
049’s yearning for you is like a physical punishment, but it doesn’t have much to do with his libido. Having you close but being unable to touch you is its own kind of torment, and even a light touch on his arm is enough to calm his anguish and need, at least until he can get you alone.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
049 doesn’t need sleep and he often doesn’t. But after you have sex, he’ll watch you for as long as he’s able until he falls asleep. The fact he falls asleep at all is a marvel, and you bring him a sense of peace that he wouldn’t have otherwise.
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ATTENTION ALL SITE-20 EMPLOYEES: After one of our staff decided to make an inappropriate “alphabet” regarding one of our assets, all future notes and documents will be subject to viewing by a supervisor and will be considered Foundation property. The staff in question shall remain nameless, and they have been treated with punitive amnestics per Regulation Clause 523.9B. A second strike will result in the employee’s termination.
Site Director’s Note: Since the employee responsible for this circus has been wiped, don’t assume any of you little shits are safe to try again. If I find one more piece of tawdry erotica about SCP-049’s knobbed dick, I’m going to personally make you wish you had been born without orifices.
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gremlin-grumbles · 1 month ago
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October 14th: Aiden
This is part 1 of a series focusing on each of the main six’s birthdays!
Side note: all of these mini fanfics will only include platonic relationships. I’m not going to involve any romantic connotation between characters.
Aiden’s ended up being a lot longer than I originally planned to but in any case enjoy!
Aiden’s birthday had never been anything special. Sure, his parents always left him a gift card and a fancy cake from a pastry shop but that was the extent of it. No celebration, no party, and never any friends to share the day with.
But this year, things were different.
At 11:55 PM Aiden remembered it was almost his birthday. A bittersweet feeling washed over him—part excitement, part preemptive disappointment.
He didn’t want to admit how fast he was refreshing his messages, or how often he glanced at the door, half expecting some surprise from Ben.
But nothing came.
By 12:30 AM he’d accepted it, nothing special was happening. He wouldn’t admit he was disappointed…but he was. Kind of embarrassed too for getting his hopes up. He had even gone to check on Ben, only to find him fast asleep.
He lay back in bed, eyes heavy not from tiredness but from that emotionally drained feeling that comes when you’re trying too hard not to feel let down. He imagined what the morning would bring probably a note from his parents in the living room, something like:
“Dear Aiden, sorry we can’t be there right now you know me and your father are quite busy with work. Have the loveliest birthday, son. We’ve left some cash on the table for you, Ben, and your friends to get something nice to eat. There’s cake in the fridge. Love you, son.”
And with that thought, he drifted off to sleep, knowing that the day to come would simply stack onto the ones he’d eventually forget.
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He woke suddenly to the sound of a small rock hitting his window. Confused, he peeked outside and saw… Tyler?
“Get your ass down here, sleeping beauty” Tyler called up. “I’ve been waiting for you to drag yourself out of bed for at least 10 minutes”
Still half asleep, Aiden stumbled downstairs and opened the door… and froze.
There they all were.
His friends.
Before he could process it, bright red fireworks burst into the sky. (Ashlyn, had brought her most effective earplugs for the occasion.)
Aiden stared, stunned. Taylor was holding a bunch of balloons, and Ashlyn stood beside her with a cake in her hands, the words
Happy Birthday Aiden <3 were scrawled in what looked like Taylor’s handwriting. The tiny heart at the end gave it away.
“Did you guys… do all this for me?” Aiden asked, still in disbelief.
“No,” Tyler deadpanned. “This is just our usual 7 AM hangout. We just stopped by to say hi.”
“Don’t listen to smart pants over there,” Taylor cut in, beaming. “Of course this is for you! Happy birthday, Aiden!” She ran up and hugged him so hard it nearly knocked him off his feet.
He was speechless.
“What, nothing witty to say back?” Tyler teased.
“I think he’s having a stroke,” Ashlyn added flatly.
“Guys, give him a break,” Logan said. “oh and happy birthday Aiden!”
“Happy birthday” Ashlyn added, her voice warm.
“Yeah, happy birthday, loser” Tyler said, with his usual sarcastic tone in his voice
Ben was standing next to them holding a card that read “Happy Birthday Aiden” with a big smile in his face
Aiden’s cheeks were burning. No one had ever done anything like this for him before. He felt warm, light headed but in the best way. He smiled, truly, and for once it reached all the way to his eyes.
“Come inside” he said, voice full of more joy than he realized.
They crowded into the living room. Aiden sat in the middle of the couch while the others gathered around and sang to him. When he blew out the candles, a weird kind of peace settled over him like the happiness was stitched into his chest. At the same time, he felt an overwhelming surge of excitement, like he was about to burst. Adrenaline was racing through his veins, and an intense wave of happiness washed over him.
Then came the gifts.
“You guys didn’t have to get me anything, I—”
“Stop being so nice and humble” Tyler cut in immediately. “You’re starting to sound like Logan, I’m getting kinda freaked out here”
Logan looked mildly offended but said nothing.
Taylor clapped her hands. “Okay! Time for gifts, mine first, mine first! I REALLY hope you like it I’m really proud of it”
“She really is,” Ashlyn mumbled. “She hasn’t stopped rumbling about it all week.”
Aiden took the gift from her carefully wrapped in heart-patterned paper and felt a weird anticipation as he peeled it open.
It was a skateboard.
And not just any skateboard. This one was hand-made, painted in all his favorite colors with funky doodles and smiley faces. The best part? Everyone had signed it in different ink. In the back it read, with love, Taylor.
The words curving gently along the edge.
His eyes lit up. “You made this?”
She nodded nervously. “Do you like it? I hope it’s not bad”
“Are you kidding? It’s perfect!” He exclaimed
“Check this out” He started to stand up excitedly, to go try it out immediately, but Tyler stopped him. “Lucky for you, I knew you’d do that, that’s why my gift is the sequel to Tay’s.”
Curious, Aiden tore into Tyler’s gift next. Inside was a full set of safety gear knee and hand pads, and a red helmet with shark teeth painted on it.
Aiden burst into fake tears. “Bro… come on… give me a hug!”
Tyler leaned back, cringing, and shoved a hand in Aiden’s face to keep him away. The others cracked up at their usual antics.
Then it was Ben’s turn. He handed Aiden his phone which had a playlist filled with all of Aiden’s favorite songs plus a few new ones he hadn’t seen before but knew he was gonna love. Aiden immediately pulled him into a hug, 99% of his music taste came from Ben’s recommendations and he could always count on him to get it right.
But that wasn’t the end.
Ben handed him a plushie one that was soft and huggable, and could even double as an stress-relief toy. Aiden thought it was perfect but what he didn’t know until he accidentally pressed its chest was that it could actually sing and it started playing Aiden’s all-time favorite song. Aiden couldn’t help but smile. He knew Ben had picked it because this song always lifted his mood when he was feeling down. Ben’s heart warmed at Aiden’s reaction, feeling content that he’d gotten it just right.
Next was Logan’s turn. He looked nervous as he held out his gift.
Logan handed Aiden a book shaped gift, and for a split second, Aiden panicked. He was definitely not a book guy and the last thing he wanted was to feel guilty about never reading some novel Logan carefully picked out.
But this book… was different.
It was the only kind of book Aiden would ever be excited to open: a photo album. Or rather, a scrapbook. The cover was decorated with photos of all of them together, random stickers, smiley faces, little flowers, and those sparkly things Taylor was probably responsible for sneaking in.
Inside were pictures of them doing all sorts of dumb things, blurry selfies, inside jokes, each page dated and paired with a little note from Logan. Some were sarcastic. Some were sweet. All of them made Aiden smile.
Logan rubbed the back of his neck. “I know it’s not much, but… we’ve all gone through a lot together this year. I thought this could be a sort of… wrap-up.”
None of the others had seen the gift before Logan had refused to show it to anyone, worried it wouldn’t measure up. At that moment though he couldn’t help but feel a little proud.
“No, it’s- I mean-I just- I love it,” Aiden said, a little choked up. And he did love it. How could he not?
He could already picture himself pulling this out on a rough day, flipping through the pages when the world felt like it was too much to handle and remembering that all these moments were real. They were real. These people, his people, made him feel seen.
Of course, he didn’t say all that out loud. Instead, he just grinned and muttered, “It’s amazing. Thank you, dude!”
Then came Ashlyn.
Aiden had absolutely no idea what to expect from her. She walked up to him with the most serious expression imaginable, either super awkward or possibly about to gift him a weapon and placed a small envelope in his hand.
He opened it.
VIP tickets. To see his favorite parkour athlete live and not just watch but join in. It was an interactive experience. Training, tricks, the whole thing. He stared at the tickets like they might disappear.
He’d rambled about wanting to go to this event endlessly since it was announced. From the moment he met Ashlyn, he hadn’t stopped talking about all sorts of things, but he never thought she actually cared. And apparently… she had listened. She really listened and remembered how much he liked this.
What kind of person had he been, to deserve friends like these?
He didn’t know what to say. All he could feel was this overwhelming wave of gratitude — like he could drop to the floor or launch himself into orbit and still not express how lucky he felt in that moment. He could die now, and it’d be fine.
Or maybe… maybe he could live. Live to see more birthdays like this one. More days like this. More time with them.
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The rest of the day was just as chaotic and perfect as the morning. They watched marvel movies, went to the park, and spent hours hanging out
Aiden doing every stupid, borderline dangerous thing imaginable (which was allowed because hey, it was his day)
When the sun went down, they all crashed at his place for a sleepover.
Later that night, as Aiden curled up on the couch with the others piled around him, blankets everywhere, someone already snoring, he smiled to himself.
He was tired. Full. Not just from cake or sugar highs, but from something deeper. A feeling that hadn’t come around often.
He had more to look forward to tomorrow. And the day after that.
This day was something to remember.
And with that last thought, he closed his eyes and dreamed of more days like this one.
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nirinart · 9 months ago
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whatever you do, don't think about Flannán with his hair down ✨
From The Good People IF <3
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resortedhero · 7 days ago
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Okay. Here's how itafushi works in my dumb stupid brain okay:
Fushiguro falls first, and it's a gradual descent. After Itadori dies, I imagine he realises he caught feelings, but he can compartmentalise and tell himself that it wouldn't go anywhere because Itadori was doomed to die anyway. Doesn't make him any less miserable, but he's good at ignoring it.
Itadori on the other hand, has No Fucking Idea what he's feeling, because to me I think it will take him some time to figure out, what with his comphet-ness and all (Fushiguro got the perks of knowing you're bisexual.)
When Itadori returns from the "dead", Fushiguro has compartmentalised too close to the sun and has to tell himself (again) that Itadori is fated to die whether he likes it or not, so there's no use in persueing anything. So everything is normal for a while. I think the most you'd get out of them is Itadori going "oh well. Fushiguro and Kugisaki are my best friends but it feels different for each of them. Oh well anyway!"
So Fushiguro's putting his feelings to one side, Itadori's being comphet. Etc etc. And Then There's Culling Games.
With everyone dying or... being sealed, and leaving them the only two constants in each other's lives does something to Itadori. Culling Games to me is when he realises that oh wait nope I'm just in love with him. Okay. Like he feels normal about it one day and then the next he's diving deep into that feeling. And they can't do anything about it because they're in a life or death situation and trying to save Tsumiki. No time to unpack that one he just has to accept it and not dwell on it.
AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW IT ITADORI WANTS TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF AGAIN. Sure hope Fushiguro doesn't keep compartmentalising. Sure hope he stays by his side anyway.
I sure hope this doesn't lead to anything tragic. (Ch212 looming ominously in the background)
Well. After that. Mess. (And Ch266 things), there's no way they don't get together (in my opinion) until post-canon. But even then, I think both of them still have a lot to deal with. Itadori and Fushiguro both need to come to terms with Itadori NOT being executed for sport by the higher ups now that Sukuna is gone and they both need to process their feelings (old and new) for each other. Gotta get on that situationship grind!
But at the end of the day. They love each other so dearly, and I think it'll take them a little while but I know they'd eventually end up together and happy. Nothing a few terrifying life or death experiences can't change to make you realise that even if he wasn't being executed, you still could die young. And let's be happy before then!
They're always soulmate grinding. I know they'll be fine. ❤️💙
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reksink · 11 months ago
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A Little Survivor (With Grand Gourmand Bonus💚)
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solar-halos · 3 months ago
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uh oh! maybe your jobs aren’t as hard as you thought!!
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