#DANG those two are TALL

[4ce-of-2pades-inkwell]

@cupheadocscasino @cupid-shortcake @mimuo-no @fizz-wizz-dizz

[monstersflashlight]

Just the tip (Day 3/8 of 10k followers event)

Minotaur x fem!reader || size kink, soft (but filthy) sex, dirty talk, breeding, oral sex

You are quietly walking through the supermarket one day when you have to climb a shelf because you can’t reach the fucking cereals you want. You are pushing your body up when you slip and brace yourself for impact. But the impact never comes. You feel strong big arms around you and when you look up you are staring into the eyes of the biggest minotaur you’ve ever seen.

From that point on, you see him every time you go to the supermarket, it’s like magic. You are going grocery shopping? He’s walking the aisle like he’s there just for you. Days pass and you can’t stop thinking about how wonderful he is, how pretty… and how fucking big. He insists on helping you get everything from the top shelf, you aren’t exactly little, but he’s so tall and broad and fucking magnificent… You agree. And just like that, you have a new grocery shopping friend.

Your friendship develops from there, you gave him your phone, he texts you when he’s going shopping, you met there. Sometimes you go out for coffee after, sometimes he insists on following you home and helping you put the groceries away… You never thought it was wrong because if felt completely fine, it felt natural and amazing to trust him, to feel cared for. And you think you might be in love.

When he finally asks you out, you say “yes” so fast he starts laughing as you blush like a teenager. He embraces you human body against his big minotaur one and lifts you up, burying his big head in your neck as you grab his horns. The sinful groan he lets out makes you whimper in need, and just like that, you two are horny as fuck and it’s like something broke inside you. A new kind of need awakening.

You go on a date that feels like the longest foreplay you’ve ever felt. The date is fucking fantastic, you two fitting better than puzzle pieces, and you can’t stop thinking how much you want to suck his cock. If he’s somewhat proportionate, he must be huge, and that thought plagues your brain every time you look at him. But you don’t say nothing that day.

You continue dating and going groceries together, and after a month of constant turn-on state, you are casually hanging out in your kitchen putting the groceries away as he sits and looks at you while you two talk.

“What?” He asks when he catches you staring at him for the hundredth time, a big smile in his pretty face. He’s so cute you want to hit him, sometimes. You can’t deal with such adorable being.

You look at him, feeling your cheeks getting hot already. “I- Nothing,” you say, embarrassed to admit you were thinking about his dick, once again. You are in a constant state of sexual frustration since you started dating. You thought it would be more sex and less cuteness, and you aren’t mad about it being cute, but dang, you want his cock so deeply inside of you, you could feel him for days after.

He smirks, grabbing a grape out of the bag and chewing it slowly. “Come on, don’t be shy, tell me.” His absurdly hot face and body look so tantalizing and you feel so ready to climb him like a tree every time you get close to him...

“I- I lowkey… Never mind, it’s too embarrassing.” You look down as you take some more groceries and store them in the cupboard. You hear him getting up and getting closer to you, his heat behind you making you melt against his chest. His strong arms coming around you as you sigh, happily. He turns you around and pecks at your lips, his big eyes making pleading as he says nothing. “Okay, okay, stop using those big eyes on me. I… I was thinking about your dick,” you confess, hiding your face in his chest.

He pulls his fingers under your chin and pushes your face up. He’s looking at you with such tenderness and heat in his eyes that you have to grab at his shirt harder not to fall, your knees weak under you. “Say that again?” He asks, his tone pleadingly.

“We… We’ve been seeing each other for a long time and I… I want to move things further,” you let out slowly, looking at him for any reaction. But his face is completely blank and you start doubting everything about your relationship. The voices in your head are loud as you let out a choked: “It’s okay if it’s too fast, I get it. I know. Shutting up now.” It’s been too little, he doesn’t feel the same, he’s just with you because you are exotic… Your inner monologue is filled with self-doubt.

“No. No, it’s not that,” he says, an edge of self-doubt mirroring yours. You blush hard as you look at him up and down, your brain going a mile per minute and falling into the worst possible scenarios.

“What then?” You ask, neediness bleeding into your voice. “You… You don’t find me attractive?” You finally ask, your self-esteem issues making you want to cry as he looks down at you with the most shocked expression ever.

“What?! Are you insane?!” His growl is so deep and feral that your knees turn into jelly under you.

You grab the edge of the counter not to fall. But you can’t respond with anything before he’s manhandling your body over your kitchen table and pushing all the groceries to the ground. You are about to protest when he leans over your body and starts kissing you senseless. His arms part your legs and he steps between them, his monstrous bulge fitting perfectly against your clothed pussy.

“You want this?” He says as he grinds against you. “Are you sure?” He sounds hesitant, but his dick is so hard against you that you want to scream.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” you chant, trying to grind against him. He growls and rips your clothes off in two fast tugs, leaving you naked over the table, like a sacrifice for the minotaur. And you are more than ready to be devoured.

He pulls his fly open in one tug, probably breaking it in the process, but his movements are frantic. He pushes against you once again, his dick huge against your dripping cunt. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he grunts, his dick leaking precum. Leaking so much of it that you feel it dripping over your wet pussy, making a bigger mess. “I don’t think I would fit, you are so tiny.” He proves his point pressing a finger inside you, making you arch your back and moan loudly. He grunts as he fucks you slowly. His finger feels already so big...

“Just the tip,” you try to argue, wanting nothing more than to be fucked. You know you can take him. At least some of him, but he’s so caring and so worried about you… Always worried. You moan and try to move your hips, but his grip is non-forgiving. You can’t move even a millimeter as he rubs his tip against your wet folds around his finger still buried inside. “Please, please,” you always thought you were above begging, but today you learned a new thing about yourself.

“Just the tip?” He asks, the big head of his cock teasing your entrance. “You are so tight,” he grunts. You feel like he’s going to break you apart as he presses lightly, making you cry out. He pulls back, scared that he hurt you, but you shush him, kissing his snout and grabbing his horns. You know he loves when you play with his horns, he told you how sensitive they were.

“Just the tip,” you repeat. You are already feeling needy and desperate, wanting nothing more but for him to fuck you into oblivion, even if that means you’d be impaled by a giant dick.

“You are soaking,” he groans as he gets in position, making you hot all over. The sounds he makes are so erotic you can’t stop moaning in response.

He starts pushing inside millimeter by millimeter and you feel like your body is being torn. He’s so big, so massive inside of you. You don’t know if you can take him. You don’t know if the tip was already too much for your poor human pussy.

“You feel amazing, such a good little human for me.” He keeps going, shushing your whimpers and telling you how good you feel, how pretty you look stretched around him. “Your pussy is so good, you feel so tight around me. Your pussy feels amazing, best pussy I’ve ever tried, I’m not gonna give you up for anything in the world. You are MINE.” With a roar he pushes a bit deeper, making you cry out.

After that it’s like a switch turns off inside him. Before you realize, he’s slipped a bit more inside. And a bit more. And he’s halfway there when he starts to fuck you in earnest, losing complete control of himself because of how good you feel. You start chanting his name as he keeps hitting deep inside of you. Too much, too deep, but so, so good you can’t stop the tears from falling freely.

He fucks you like a piston, so lost in the pleasure of your body that you can’t even think straight as he goes and goes and goes. You don’t know where his body starts and yours ends. You don’t know what day it is or what’s your own name. You just know his dick pushing far and deep inside of you, harder and harder with each thrust. It’s maddening.

“I’m gonna breed you,” he starts. You groan in response, the idea of being filled to the brim making you hotter than expected. And he keeps going, “I’m gonna come so far inside of you, you are gonna feel me inside for days.” You groan again, rocking your hips against him. “Rub your pretty clit for me, fall apart around my dick, let me feel your pussy milking me.” You scream at his words, overwhelmed.

You obey, rubbing your clit as he fucks you furiously on the table, the wood underneath you creaking under the force of his thrusts. It takes you less than two seconds to come around his shaft, only halfway in, but bigger than anything you’ve ever tried.

“Just like that, yes. Yes. Good little human.” He starts babbling nonsense as he fucks you though your orgasm.

When you are coming down from the extracorporeal experience that is an orgasm with him, you feel the first shoot of his come inside of you. He comes, and comes, and comes a bit more. You feel some come leaking around his dick, you feel so full you don’t know what to do but squirm under him. The movement just makes everything move and you groan, clenching around him as he grunts.

He pulls out after what feels like an eternity hugging each other, your pussy feels raw and abused. You whimper when he touches you, so tender and fucked out, but he doesn’t really care, a dazed look in his eyes as he looks at your leaking pussy. You push your body up on your elbows, looking down at him as he kneels on the floor, between your legs. He launches at your pussy, eating you out until he deems you are clean enough. You come three times before he’s done.

And then he takes you to bed and does it all over again.

[donutz]

Sebastian Solace accidently meeting reader

Sebastian was looking for items resulted in seeing you

— Sebastian actually doesn't do that, he just comes across them and uses it for sales

Warnings: Non human reader; Reader is 11'4, taller than Sebastian!!; Reader has a small tail, that's hidden under there clothes; Reader isn't naked, you have clothes on yay!!; You have 4 extra eyes from being mixed with a spider; Bad words, again

Here's a body reference I drew, with a mouse!! ^_^ It's not that good but i tried my best ,^^ the tiny text says spider

“Ugh, these doors are so small”.. You thought.

You had to crouch through them, every. Single. Time. Why not bust out of a window? You looked at the wide glass to your left, thinking. Yeah why not.

Jumping through it, you realized that those were really weak windows. They might as well have been just the wall if they were really that weak! You would think that they were tempered at least.

You swim and swim, occasionally stopping to peer into the rooms. Sometimes you’d even knock on the windows to look at the squiddles. The other monsters never appeared, but those ones did.

After passing through many walls and windows, you look into another room. Seeing a tall humanoid like creature just sliding through.

Wait what.

You do a double take, not expecting another one to look like you.

Slightly swaying your legs, you move towards the glass. Putting your hands on it. You can only see the backside of him, looking him up and down. Just out of interest and curiosity.

He stops searching through the drawers and turns to his side, not seeing you. He moves to the next room, and you move right with him. It seems like he’s looking for items.

He looks at the window anddd.. Flinches back, with his palm facing you right in front of his chest. You hear his mumbled yell through the glass.

You wave.

As if you didn’t just startle him.

Smiling really wide, just no teeth showing, your small tail wagging.

You hear him curse. Uhm.. You move to the side and break the window with your fist,

“Oops” You say after putting your head through the hole.

Turning your head, you were going to say hello, but he was gone! You break through the window using your whole body, and fix it up with your… Powers!

“Come back”! You shout, crawling through the doors, each time you did, you saw him.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME”!!

That wasn’t a very good first meeting, but it happened again. You saw him again. And again. And again. You know the drill by now yeah?

By the fourth time, he wasn’t phased.

Sigh, “Are you trying to get on my nerves or something”?

“How? I just want to see you”!

His face scrunches in confusion, “What”.

“I said I just wanted to see you! You’re only making yourself more mad with that temper of yours”.

His face fell monotone, ignoring you as he slithered through the doors.

You followed right behind him, or next to him. He didn’t want you behind him just in case you decided to do something dirty.

You observe him everytime he searches through the drawers, checks under them, and looks through the lockers.

While he was searching through a drawer, you asked a question.

“Why do you search for the items ‘n stuff”?

He closes the drawer, standing up. He turns around to face you.

“Why are you still here with me”?

“You didn’t answer my question”.

“You didn’t answer mine”.

You giggle, “You’re funny, Sebastian”.

He looks surprised that you even know his name, clenching his fists he yells out—

“HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME”?!

Now it’s your turn to look surprised. 

“From a certain shark”.

He scowls, ‘Dang it Eyefestation’.

“Anywho now that I answered yours, you answer mine”.

“You still didn’t answer my other question”.

“Then let’s take turns”.

You two stared at each other. Each stares having different meaning.

One with danger, confusion, and a small chance of fear.

The other with interest and sincerity.

One not being able to tell if it’s a mask.

The other being able to tell that One is scared.

“... Fine. It’s for my shop that I hold for the other players. Now what about you? Why are you still here with me”?

“Well it’s because I find you quite interesting really. I haven’t seen any other creature—”

‘Creature’?

“— Like you. You seem kinda on edge and I want to get to know you. Personally, I think you have a very kind heart”.

‘Kind heart? What the hell are you even saying’..

Your smile stays on your face, not once lingering. Your left hand gently grips your right wrist while both arms are behind your back. You sway side to side.

“Is your question answered Sebastian”?

“Don’t call me that”.

“Then what should I call you”?

“... Solace. Call me Solace”.

“Oh that’s a nice name. It kind of matches with your icy nature”.

Ughh. He verbally groaned. He slithered over to the next door, going through it, with you of course, following behind him.

Going through a few more doors, you ask—

“Can I see your shop”?

“Yeah fine, whatever. There’s no point since you probably don’t have any data anyways”.

“You use data as a currency? For what”?

“You ask—... Nevermind, yeah, I do. It’s so I could blackmail Urbanshade”.

He halfway turns his head to look at you, stopping.

“You’re not going to use that against me, a- are you”?

‘Shit’.

Your smile falters, realizing that he’s serious. And afraid.

“Of course not! I don’t even know what that is anyways”. You smile.

His mouth slightly opens, surprised.

“You- You’re not one of their experiments”?

“No! I was born like this! My parents were the experiments, but then I escaped”.

Sebastian didn’t say anything. How could you say that so— so happily?! A- And right in front of him too! You two just met h- how could—... How could you trust him so EASILY?!

After a bit of silence, you moved on.

“Anywayss!! I wanna see your shop! Show me”!

You walk ahead, leaving Sebastian standing there by himself baffled. Before he shakes his head and continues to move.

Eventually you two find his shop and you chill.

You see his documents on the table and question him, asking who’s documents are those. He tells you that they’re his.

“Can I buy em”?

“You got 1000 data”?

“I got my backstory”!

“... Sorry, data’s the only currency”.

“Oh man :(”

I read all of this and this seems like a quick read :(

[abbyromanoff]

Can I request Morticia Addams protecting you part 2? Maybe just fluff and how mortician and r raise a child together in a mafia family

ANOTHER?

PAIRINGS: Morticia Addams x reader

WORD COUNT: 885

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, overprotective!Morticia, talks of Mafia, some fear in Morticia, talks of having a baby, not spell checked, think that’s abt it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“Morticia, it’s not dangerous, I promise! We’ll never even let him out of our sight.” Your wife shook her head in a disapproving manner, sighing as she bit her lip and continued to chop the carrots. You groaned in petulance, only removing your hands from the tight hold against your chest when you heard your son crying out for you. Morticia instantly set down the knife, rushing behind you to catch an eye on the little boy. Apparently he was still hungry and was also upset that he knocked down her toy.

It was the toy his mama had gotten him and she took pride in knowing it was his absolute favorite toy. You would shoot her playful glares whenever she mentioned it, because the both of you knew deep down that Morticia would definitely be the most liked.

“Oh, Pugsley, you need to be more careful. I know you get your clumsiness from mommy, but I don’t need two of you being this identical.” You chuckled lowly and placed a small kiss to his forehead before allowing him a few animal shaped crackers before dinner.

“The giraffe has always been his favorite, I don’t understand why.”

“Well, they’re cute. And they’re tall, I bet he’ll be a tall little guy soon too.” He pointed out the animal with his small fingers, a smile adorning his face as he giggled and took a bite.

“They’re long-necked freaks, I don’t understand how anyone could like those things. Besides, he’s too little to be eating those, what if he chokes?”

“Baby, his teeth are nearly full grown and they’re the softer versions for babies, he’s going to be okay.” You admired his love for the crackers and came to a sudden realization that had you abstrused; he had never gone to the zoo. He had probably never even seen an animal besides when your bodyguard had brought around a watchdog who he adopted. He instantly fell in love with it, and he cried the moment you had to say goodbye.

“What if we take him to the zoo?” Your wife stopped in her retreat to the dinner she insisted on preparing and placed her arms at her side, glaring at the thought alone.

“Please tell me you are joking, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes and whined lowly, causing her to raise her eyebrows and quirk her lip upwards.

“Darling, do you realize how dangerous the zoo really is? There are hundreds upon thousands of people there every day, none of which we know and can trust. The animals are kept in their enclosures by glass only, what if they try to attack? Hm? What happens when our baby is in danger and we are too focused on those dang animals?”

“It’s not that serious! I get it’s dangerous with your position but he deserves to live, don’t you want our boy to experience the world?” You pleaded with your eyes that you knew she could fall for so instantly. She bit the inside of her cheek and took a small breath through her nose before finally falling out of her trance.

“You need to stop hypnotizing me with those things- you already gave them to our son and now he’s a spoiled little death bug.” She glanced towards him once more, and seeing him play happily with his food made her sigh softly.

“Mhm, and maybe that’s why you should let us take this cutie pie to the zoo.” You stood behind the little boy with pleading eyes and he seemed to follow your act without hesitation.

“Mama, will you please take me and mommy to the zoo? Oh, mama, I really want to go!” You impersonated, and your son's struggling voice came to play. He murmured her title and you knew that was the moment she’d agree. With a long term list that she forced you to listen to, she accepted your pleas and two days later you were holding your body as he giggled at the Lion’s acts.

Morticia had began with stalking your surroundings in order to keep Pugsley and her wife safe, but soon she felt her guard falling as she focused on the happiness you shared. She had never once in her life felt so much peace, she was finally calm. Bodyguards still followed you both for protection, but she felt as if you three were the only ones in the world.

“Where’s the giraffe enclosure?” Your wife asked, causing you to stop in your tracks and Pugsley’s face instantly lit up. You looked at the map and followed the direction instructed, and only a few minutes later did you stand in front of the awaited zone. He watched as the animal moved and admired the noises they made, along with the chewing of the leaves.

“You know, he could feed the lambs over there.” She nodded softly, giving her son a moment before expanding their journey.

“We should have more.”

“You think we can handle that?”

“I think I can handle anything as long as you’re with me.” You turned to face the woman, still keeping your eye on Pugsley as he fed the different breeds.

“Awh, is the grumpy old Morticia getting soft on me?”

“I don’t know how I’m going to handle the two of you.”

“Oh, c’mon!”

[roseofhybrids]

mmmm knife feathers will try and remember to make a version comparing it to a bird wing later

In the meantime, here's the solver wing compared to the disassembly wing

Those feathers are so, so dang long

The longest (top most one in the drawing) is equal to, maybe even a little longer than the disassembly drones are tall. The "arm" section is then a little over 2/3 the length of that feather. Which would make the two wings together about 3 1/3 of the drone's height.

Did some math a little while back, that put N at around 5'9" (~175 cm). Which, if true, would make his wingspan (and this is a very rough estimate mind you) ~19'2" (~584 cm)

To put that in perspective, the average giraffe is 18 ft tall and the regulation height of a basketball hoop is 10 ft. So if one of them crawled up on a basketball hoop, the tip of their wings would be just shy of touching the ground.

That, and the fact that's a strong yet flexible metal, is what makes it such a good shield. Covers their entire body and can easily take a hit for feral solver drones. (Also great for long distance stabbing.)

Now, some maybe wondering: "If the one feather is longer than they are tall, how the heck does that fold into their back?".

Personally, I'd say that nanites are the simplest answer. We already know for a fact they have nanites because of the acid. So it's not too big of a stretch to say they also have nanites that assemble into their wings. (This can also double as an explanation for how they keep so many weapons in their arms)

[fortunekookie07]

Alright, this one is FINALLY ready. I hope you have your tissues ready. It's a looong one. I'm not exact, but it might be twice the length of the first part? I don't have a word count. Just a dang, that's a long scroll thing. Any whoodle here ya go!

@prettytemis @ellieevu @linxiajei17 @chryssikyu @potatosugar

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Moment Forever Lost : Splintered Souls

"Who are you?" You ask, looking at the man in front of you. He is entirely unfamiliar, and he has this weird expression on his face as he stares back at you. It's almost... heartbreaking, soul shredding sorrow.

Your attention is diverted to the opening door. Several more people come in, none of them, you know. The male leading the group is tall, well built, and has mesmerizing gold green eyes. The prettiest hazel you can recall ever seeing. His name badge reads Zayne, and below that, it says Cardiology Head.

The Dr's behind him are from various departments in the hospital. Orthopedics, neurology, physical therapy, your head starts spinning, trying to remember what each Dr is there for.

The woman bringing up the rear of the group has a name badge that says Dr. Mia Evol Specialist. As far as you can recall, your Evol was never very strong or even remarkable. You write her off. She probably will be disappointed when she does her testing.

You focus your attention on Dr. Zayne as he asks you questions. Starting with your name and age. You have no trouble with those. "What happened to me? I can't really recall much. " You say when you've gotten your date wrong by five years. "You were in a traumatic accident and miraculously survived a building collapse." The dr says carefully, and you can tell he is leaving details out. Subtlety is clearly his weak point.

"These questions can wait. We need to run tests to see if you have recovered. Your body took a serious beating, but I believe you will be able to make a full recovery. " The neurologists say moving closer.

"We should get a full work up on her. We need blood draws, a CT scan, and x-rays. " You don't catch all of the things they say as they start conversing amongst themselves about who wants to run what test and when.

Your eyes go to the man in the corner of the room. Tired, is the word that comes to mind now. Looking him up and down you realize that he would be incredibly handsome if he had proper rest.

His white shirt is rumpled and you notice that the top two buttons were done wrong causing the whole shirt to look funny. You almost want to laugh at his silly appearance. A sense of familiarity comes to you as you stare at him longer.

He looks up then, having noticed your gaze. You stare back into his beautiful blue pink eyes and feel yourself falling into them. The longer you stare back at him the more you feel like you know this gaze. Something starts to surface in the back of your mind and you feel enchanted, like a spell has been cast over you.

A memory flashes by in the back of your mind. You just barely glimpse a sulky, pouting face and what you think is a school uniform. But it goes by too fast for you to grasp it. You stare at him harder, your brows furrowing in concentration. A slight ache starts in your head and you wince.

The little gesture is enough to shatter the spell like trance you were under and a nurse blocks your view of him as she unhook various equipment and they prepare to whisk you off for endless testing.

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Rafayel's mind was in endless chaos, he couldn't understand what had happened. He knew your tremor Evol was not strong. You'd told him that yourself many times since you'd gone to the Hunter Academy and tried to become a trainee.

He kept going back to the building collapse and the earthquake that had resulted in the aftermath.

Rafayel had thrown himself through the hole in the floor that had opened up when the supports could no longer take the shaking.

As he dove after you, he could see a glow forming all around you. A symbol appeared over your heart, one he knew all to well. It was incomplete but he still recognized it. He'd put it on his love's heart himself back in his first life as God of Tides.

His mind began racing. How could there be two girls with his mark? He'd confirmed its presence on her a long time ago. Why was it here now? He'd never sensed even a fraction of his power from you before.

Using his flames to boost his falling speed and get closer to you, his hadn't was reached out to you. It felt like time has stopped. The ground was so close and he was not gaining on you to close the distance.

With an anguished cry he summoned the flames and sent it to the ground below. If he couldn't catch you, then he'd would make it so you survived no matter what. He had to know why you had his mark and how it had come to you.

Like time was flowing again he watch you hit the ground. Tears were streaming from his eyes now. The sickening sound of you hitting the earth tore him in two.

Slowing his fall down, he landed lightly next to you and then reached out. He wished he couldn't tell how badly you were hurt. Blood was seeping through your hair and your nose was bleeding. Your breath was ragged and shallow. Like you couldn't get air.

Rafayel knew he shouldn't move you. Internal injuries could cause you to bleed to death, but he could also tell you needed immediate medical attention.

A lite thump behind him had Rafayel glancing around. He caught site of her running over. She had few injuries as well. Her black hair was cover in debris and dust. Shallow cute and nicks were scattered on her face and arms. If the thin lines of blood and tears to her sleeves were anything to go by.

She knelt by his side furiously tapping on her watch trying to get a signal. Glancing over your body and the extent of injuries she knee if help didn't come soon you were going to die.

"Come on, come on!" She said, frustration and worry lacing her tone. Finally the call connected and she immediately spit out the need for urgent medical help.

"A medical team has been dispatched to your location." Tara said without hesitation.

Anxious moments tick by and your breathing gets worse. It'd like your heart had been hooked up to a speaker. He's focusing ok so hard he can hear every shallow breath you take. He stops breathing the moment your heart mutters, skips a beat and then stops. His hands flutter, anxious at giving you CPR without knowing the extent of your injuries.

As if hearing your prayers, a light shines in the dark space and he hears voices calling out for survivors. She stands up and starts yelling, calling them this way.

Two paramedics and four fore fighters rush towards your location. Rafayel steps back and anxiously tells them that you aren't breathing. They get to work immediately. Hooking you up to the portable hear monitor and an IV to give fluids, pain medication, and then they start CPR. Placing a tube down your throat and then pumping air into your lugs.

They cut your shirt open, exposing your chest and feeling along your ribs and abdomen. "Her lung has collapsed were going to need a chest tube Stat. I'm not losing her!" The man says immediately opening the kit and getting to work.

"Got a pulse, get a c-collar and let's move her!" The unsteady beep of your heart on the machine has Rafayel taking a breath again. He hand realized he'd been holding it the whole time. Completely ignoring his lungs burning need for air. They strap you down to a long board and carefully lift you up.

For what seems like an eternity, Rafayel makes his way through the ruble. He's bringing up the rear of the group. Anxiety is eating away at him over your condition. Your heart has stopped once, it could happen again and they might not be able to get you back next time.

Using his injuries as an excuse, Rafayel manages to get a ride in the ambulance with you. The paramedics are hovering over you. Monitoring your vitals and body condition for even the slightest change. Then it happens, the heart monitor loses your heart and a long beep echos in his head as they spring into action. Preparing to do CPR, and manually pump air into your lungs

"Come on, you've got to fight for us. Don't give up now!" The guy who'd gotten you back the first time says to your still body as the heart monitor continues to let out the long beep.

Rafayel can't sit still he gets up. "Can I try something?" He asks but doesn't give them a chance to respond. He pushes his way between them and grasps your hand, squeezing tightly and then he's speaking, calling your name quietly.

"You can't leave me now, I haven't apologized for being the worst friend possible and not recognizing how important you are to me. Please don't go. You can hate me if you want. I deserve that, just don't leave me alone." Rafayel is tearing up, and the tears deips down his face and onto your chest right over your heart.

Suddenly the long beeping stops as the machine finds your heartbeat again. Very unsteady, but stronger than before. "Don't let go of her hand, right now you're her lifeline." The paramedic says as they cover you up to keep you warm. One of them keeps track of the heart monitor and then the same guy is turning to tend Rafayel's mild injuries.

The rest of the trip was a whirlwind to Rafayel. It didn't take long to get to the hospital and then you were rushed off for xrays.

A nurse bandages all his shallow injuries and then he manages to get it our of her what room you were taken to.

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The last test is finally done and you feel exhausted. Going in and out of different areas of the hospital has worn you out. Despite the fact that you were in a wheel chair or in your bed.

Due to not moving for just over two months, your legs have become pretty thin. The muscles deteriorated with out constant movement or walking.

Physical therapy is scheduled to start in two days if your xrays have cleared you. The skull fractures have healed well. Headaches were to be expected.

Finally younare back in your room and just as your had thought, that man is still there. It didn't look like he had really moved. Still sitting on that stiff looking couch.

The nurse hooked you back up to the machines and administered your evening medications and then helped you change into a clean gown. After all that was finally done, you were teetering on the realm of unconsciousness as the door closed.

Rustling had you slightly opening your eyes. He was standing up and moving closer to you. "Do you really not know who I am?" His tone sounds so defeated and his eyes have a faraway look to them. You hmmm before falling alseep, unable to keep your eyes open any longer.

Over the next few weeks, you have come to terms with the fact that in addition to missing fiver years there are significant gaps in your memory altogether. Rafayel, as he told you what his name was finally, hardly ever leaves your side. You're the one who leave this large room more than he does actually.

The day before, your physical therapist had even cleared you to walk without an aide. Though you aren't allowed to run yet, it shouldn't be long. You've even gained back some weight. Overall you look much healthier than you did when you first woke up.

There are several things that concern you though. Th dreams you have at night, you can never remember what they were about but you always feel like you've been on some fantastic adventure and you are almost certain Rafayel was in all of them.

Sometimes you even feel like this is the dream and what you can't remember is reality. Almost like you're disconnected from everything.

Unlike your initial prediction, Dr. Mia has not left the group of Dr's attending you. She has run numerous tests on your Evol and you can see that something is not quite right. She almost seems frustrated. Finally you ask her. She hesitates before asking the question. "Your Evol was tremors right?" You immediately focus on the use of was and you think the worst. Not everyone had Evol, and though yours was not strong it was definitely there. "Was?" You ask disheartened.

"No matter what test I rub on you the result is not tremor. It's Anhausen and your level is indeterminable." She sounded at her wits end. "It's possible to raise your level as you grow stronger and practice your skills. But I've never heard of anyone just having their Evol class change entirely. I didn't think it was even possible." She rambled off muttering.

After she left, you were consumed with thoughts. You wished you could talk to your mother. She had died just before you entered elementary. A car accident. The road had been slick with rain and her car had spun out of control.

You were only six when all you'd ever known was gone. Your father had never been in the picture and from what you'd learned from your mother's friends it had been a drunken night when she got you. With no family to turn to, you'd been sent to an orphanage.

That night as you dream wild visions come to life. A world under the sea, a pair of beautiful blue-pink eyes and a cocky smile seem to linger even as the dream changes.

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The next morning you wake up in a cold sweat and throw the blankets off of you sitting up in a rush. Your gasping for air and the room feels incredibly small. Like your trapped in some kind box.

Your hearts racing out of your chest and you feel like your soul has been split many times. You look around with wild eyes expecting to see those mad researchers come into the room to try their next experiment.

You really felt like you'd died several times as they played a game with your life. Only one person seemed even remotely concerned for your wellbeing. It wasn't much to you, after all, how important was some test subject that didn't even have a name? You'd only been referred to by a code of some sort. Subject 001 and Unicorn remained firmly rooted in your mind.

The door opens drawing you out of your still semi panicked state and fully back to reality. The dream all but forgotten as it moves to the back of your mind.

Rafayel is walking across the threshold and there's a small woman behind him. She's holding a small bouquet of large white chrysanthemums. How did she know your favorite flower? You wrack your brain trying to recall if you've ever met her and come up empty.

Something is gnawing at the back of your mind and you feel like you should know her. Her large brown eyes display her kind nature and friendly personality as they look you over. A smile is on her face as she meets your eyes. Turning to close the door behind her you can see that her dark brown hair is long and straight.

You feel a twinge of envy as you think that her hair would probably never have the audacity to misbehave on her like yours did. Heck you probably had bad bed head now.

"Hi!" She starts off brightly, turning up her smile. "Rafayel said that you had memory loss so I know you don't remember me, but we've met several times before. Rafayel is my good friend and he and I were there to rescue you the day your work building collapsed." Her words are careful and you feel like there is something that she isn't telling you, but you also feel like she is speaking in a manner to not upset or depress you so you decide to let it go for the moment.

"Rafayel told me that you were finally allowed to have visitors and that this was your favorite flower. I'm so glad you woke up. All of us at the Hunter's Association were worried for you. It was a terrible accident. It's incredibly fortunate there were no casualties. Oh I should probably reintroduce myself."

Her face blushes slightly in embaressment as she rubs her head shyly before giving her name.

You sit down on the bed and smile back at her. "Thank you for visiting, I'm sorry I can't remember you. Thank you for saving my life. The doctors told me some details about what happened. I would have died if you hadn't been there. I will be eternally greatful." You extend your hand to her and she lights up before taking it.

A shock goes through you as your palms touch and you jerk your hand back eyes widening slightly. You can tell she felt it to. As your eyes meet an image comes to your head. It's that woman, the one who was in your dreams. But she looks completely different, older, more relaxed. "What was that??" She says alarmed and no longer smiling. She saw something too, but clearly not the same thing.

She shivers hugging herself as if to chase away a bad memory. "Unicorn?" She mumbles very soflty but you still hear it. You gaze at her intently. Had she seen your dream? She shakes her head and then presents the bouquet to you after Rafayel touches her back and softly asks if she is alright.

You take the flowers, careful not to touch her hands again. She's smiling again. "I can't stay any longer, I have to go to work now. I just wanted to bring this to you. I hope you get to go home soon. Congratulations on your recovery!" She waves before turning from the room. "I'll walk you out." Rafayel says leaving behind her.

Once they're gone you mull over the image you'd seen. The woman, much older now. She had to know her. If you saw her just by touching. She must be real. There had to be more to this weird sensation you'd felt just by touching. Maybe it was all connected to the gaps in your memory, the way your Evol had changed, and your strange dreams.

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After another week had passed, the Dr's were finally ready to release you. For the first time in what felt like a century, you were going home. At first you were elated. No more testing, people constantly coming in and out of your room. No more endless medications. You could finally ditch that pushy physical therapist too! Even if there was still the matter of attending the outpatient therapy for two more weeks.

The best part at first had been getting out from underneath Rafayel's watchful eyes. He rarely left and even when he did, it wasn't for more than an hour. When the day had actually come and with it the impending separation you had this echo of loneliness. You had always lived alone. Ever since you had entered high school. Having him constantly around was nice.

When you found yourself standing in front of a door that was familiar and altogether alien you steeled your resolve and walked across the threshold. "Thanks for bringing me home and for staying by my side the whole time. I'm sorry I still can't remember you." You say turning to Rafayel. He only gives you that small smile as he hands over your bag.

"I'm just going to go to bed." You say after standing in the doorway in silence foe a few minutes. "Alright, get some rest. I'll check on you later." He moves forward, coming closer to you. Then his arms wrap around you as he pulls you into a tight hug.

After he's gone the silence is loud. Since waking up a few weeks ago, the constant sound of hospital machinery, and chatter outside your room has become familiar. Without all of that, it's like the silence is screaming, it makes you uneasy.

Bored from just sitting on the couch you flip on the TV to a random show and settle down. It's only with the added noise are you finally able to sleep.

When you wake up again, it's hard to tell just how much time has passed. Your body is stiff from not moving and you feel hungry, though the desire to alleviate any of those issues just isn't there.

A notification popping up in your phone finally has you moving. Of course it's just your phone telling you to charge it. Turning your attention to the notifications you see there are a lot of them. Going back for weeks.

There's texts, alerts, emails, and system notifications galore. Getting the charger and hooking it up, you start with the emails. Most of it is junk. The only things if relevance being bill notices and confirmation of payments. You frown in confusion, who was paying the bills while you were in a coma?

Moving on to the text messages. The conversation with Rafayel catches your eye. Desperate for a clue to your relationship you start reading.

Tears well in your eyes. How could he not tell you that you had been fighting and that you hadn't spoken for two weeks before your accident? The woman you had met, she was involved too. Why hadn't they said anything?

Feeling betrayed, you stop reading and throw your phone. It bounces off the bed and slides across the floor, stopping under the dresser. You flop down on your bed and curl up on your side. Any thoughts of eating having vanished from your mind.

Letting the feelings wash over you, you cry yourself to sleep again.

As your dreams wash over you, your mind seems to be going far away. Back to a time that your soul and heart remember, bit your mind has forgotten.

The next time you wake up, the feeling that you haven't moved for a long time set's off aches in your body. You can't bring yourself to relive your body's discomfort though.

The lingering image in your head is of deep, clear blue waters and a pair of striking blue pink eyes.

Then you hear it, the sound that has initially drawn you from your dreams. Slowly you sit up and look around the dark room. "What is that?" You ask trying to find the source of the noise. It sounds kind of like a whirring noise. Before you can locate it, the noise stops and silence falls again.

You stretch out your stiff limbs and get up. Your joints Crack with the movement as you do. As you are now fully awake and alert, your stomach let's out a snarl. The ache that follows behind convinces you to get some food.

Going into the kitchen and rummaging through the fridge and cabinets you soon end up with a little pile. Everything left is shelf stable. Looks like soup is the best you can do for now.

Before long you have the water boiling and are stiring the noodles as you wait for them to cook. Ramen is probably not enough, but lacking the desire to do much else you resign to the simple bowl of beef noodles.

After scooping it into a bowl you head to the couch and flip the TV on. You slowly sip away at the hot broth and slurp down the noodles as you watch the news. Wanderer attacks are at an all time low and experts are all trying to put their two cents in as to why this is.

You hardly care, less people are getting hurt and the Hunter's for once aren't being worked overtime. Setting the bowl on the table in front of you, you lean back with a yawn. It's silly for you to be so tired now after having slept twice since getting home, but your body is demanding rest and once again you drift off to sleep with dreams you can't remember much of.

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Rafayel looked at his phone with a mixture of annoyance and deep worry. It had been almost five days since he'd dropped you off at home, and not once had you picked up his calls or answered a text. At this point worry was taking a dominant lead in his mind.

If he were in Linkon, he would have just rushed over to your apartment to check up on you. However this was not the case.

An extremely important client of his and one of Thomas's investors had been trying to get Rafayel to appear at his art exhibit for years. Because Rafayel had ditched work and denied all gallery appearances and canceled his last two shows, he hadn't been able to say no. Thomas had threatened to quit, he'd even typed up his resignation and was prepared to submit it, he'd waved the official papers in Rafayel's face.

Having no choice, and not wanting to lose his good friend as his gallery manager, Rafayel flew to London to see the client. He'd had to leave right after dropping you off.

Rafayel's mood was absolutely sour as he watched reporters and guests walk through the gallery while he hid in a corner and sulked. Stupid Thimas and his stupid threats he though darkly as he glared at nothing in particular. Then his phone rang and he answered it without looking at the ID.

"Hello?" Your name tumbled from his lips and his heart sank when it wasn't you. "No, it's me. I didn't want to bother you while your working, but, maybe it's nothing. It's just, she hasn't gone to any of her physical therapy appointments. Zayne mentioned it to me when I was there for my checkup this afternoon. I'd go check on her, but I don't know her address. I'm kind of worried. She just came out of a coma too." Rafayel's heart froze with worry ad he rattled off your address and then begged her to go check on you.

"I'm on the next flight home. I'll be there in five hours." He said walking towards the client. This was the last day of his exhibit so surely he would be alright to let him leave if he said it was an emergency.

Thankfully the client was very understanding, seeing the look on Rafayel's face and hearing the concern as he quickly explained, had him feeling bad for the younger man. He placed his hand on Rafayel's shoulder and shook his hand. Thanking him for coming and wishing him a safe return home.

Rafayel had this foreboding feeling come over him, the same as the day you nearly died. His stomach clenched in knots as he begged the taxi driver to get him to the airport as fast as possible.

Whenever he had this feeling he knew something very bad was going to happen. He was begging to be wrong for once.

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Your eyes flickered open and you were confused about where you were. Where had Rafayel gone and what were you wearing? Confusion grew even more when you realized you also weren't in the sea. "Rafayel?" You called looking around the strange room.

Bzzzzzzzzz

The strange sound had you jumping. In your fright you tumbled to the floor, off your curled up position on the couch. With your fall, reality caught up to you.

Touching your aching head you mumbled "Thay felt so real, I can't believe I forgot it was a dream." As you went to stand, a wave of dizziness had you sinking back down. You felt so weak and the energy to stand just wasn't there. The dizziness grew and you felt your body surrendering to unconsciousness once more.

"S'mthins wrong." You manage to get our before blackness over takes your vision and you fall back into dreams.

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She stood outside your apartment hesitant. It was so late now. Almost three, but Rafayel had sounded so desperate. Finally she swallowed her indecision and rang the bell. It was so quiet out that she could hear the buzz echoing inside. Thankfully she was listening hard for sounds and she heard a soft thump.

Convinced that you needed help she opened the door with the emergency key card and rushed in. The landlord had been very understanding of your situation and trusted that because she was a Hunter she could be trusted and had given her the card.

She rushed past the doorway and into the livingroom. Spotting you on the floor, leaning onto the seat of the couch she rushed over and grasped your wrist, feeling for a pulse. Her blood went cold when she felt how weak it was.

Immediately calling for an ambulance as she checked you over for injuries. Finding none, she grabbed a blanket and covered you with it before lifting you onto the couch. You didn't wake from your sleep. Fear gripped her as your head just lulled back onto the cushion behind you.

Just as fear was taking over the sound of sirens shattered the quiet. Relief started to flood her as she quickly ran to the door and met the paramedics. She rattled off your name and age and approximate weight as the asked questions. She mentioned that you had recently been a coma patient and had been released a few days ago.

"Her heartbeat and blood pressure are dangerously low. We need to take her." The paramedic said packing away the machine. "Will you meet us there?" They asked and she noded before following them out and running to her bike.

Her heart was thumping with uneasiness. Ever since that day she had come to see you at the hospital, those horrific images plagued her dreams. What disturbed her the most was the face of her beloved grandmother. She was the focus of that vision. Ever since then she hadn't been able to shake the feeling of familiarity. That room was alien and she felt like she could describe it in complete detail. Down to every crack and the pick the exact shad of paint in the room.

Rafayel had spoken of you fondly many times over the years. Rafayel held you in high regard and you were very important to him. So she took you as important to her as well. Rafayel was her good friend, her soul mate that she couldn't have this time.

"Please be alright." She said aloud as she sped through the empty streets, almost chasing the ambulance.

She managed to reach the hospital just as the paramedics were unloading you. They were shouting to the waiting nurses. Your pulse was still far to slow and they'd had to resuscitate twice. Things were not looking good.

As she rushed over, one of the nurses stopped her. "Sorry miss, only family can follow. Please head to reception waiting area." Unable to change the nurses mind, she headed to the waiting area and paced.

After three hours of mindless waiting, a nurse finally came to talk to her. "Are you here for this patient?" She asked, looking up from her tablet.

Before she could respond Rafayel came dashing into the room. Out of breath, clothes disheveled and hair messy. He managed to get your name out between huffs. "She's awake now, but very weak. Her heart is giving out." The nurse said solemnly. Her face and expression showed very clearly that she was sad.

"What about a transplant?" Rafayel asked immediately, but the nurse only shook her head. "She is far to weak, she wouldn't make it off the table and the patient has expressed her desire not to undergo any surgeries.

"You can go see her now." She gestured to follow and lead them both down the hall. Rafayel hesitated outside your room. Trying to prepare himself for what awaited him on the other side of that door. A pat on his shoulder and he took a deep breath and opened the door.

His eyes went to you immediately. The slow beeping of the heart monitor tracking your far too slow heart rate, the sound of the oxygen tank giving you clean air. All of it made the reality of the situation painfully real.

His eyes finally went to your face, skin was far to pale and your eyes were lack luster. Walking closer, he stood at your bedside and just watched you. He said nothing for what seemed like hours.

Finally you spoke "I don't want to be here anymore." You said, voice raspy and quiet. Rafayel felt his heart squeeze painfully, the words were daggers, aimed straight at him.

"Take me up to the roof, I want to watch the sunrise one more time." The nurse wanted to protest that staying right where you were was vest for you, but something about your expression had her quieting down.

"I really shouldn't do this, but under the circumstances I'll help you." She got to work unhookijg the heart monitor, all the wires and needles that you had been connected to. Rafayel slid his arm under your knees and around you back lifting you up easily. Your head leaned against his shoulder as he turned and walked out the door.

Having spent weeks in the hospital before he did not need directions to the roof. He took the elevator up to the top floor and then walked up the short flight of stairs leading to the roof access. Adjusting his grip on you he pushed the door open. The sky was just beginning to lighten. Already showing signs of the sun's ascent. He walked over the the center and then sat down. Carefully settling you in his lap.

Finally you spoke again. "When were you going to tell me about our fights?" You asked in a calm voice as you looked at the sky. Rafayel hesitated before speaking. "I wanted things to go back to the way they were before. I wanted my best friend back." You shook your head and glanced at him once.

"What about the fact that I'm just a substitute for her?" Rafayel was confused that you were bringing her up now. "What do you mean?" Your body tensed getting ready to fight and argue but looking at Rafayel's genuine confusion, you relax again.

"I mean that I remember things I can't possibly know. Things that you said happened with her in your first life. Like I experienced them myself. I finally understand why I'm so attached to you. Why I could never let you go." Tears roll down your face as you speak.

"I hope I am never born again. Let this be my last existence." Your words are painful to hear but he can think of no rebuttal. He just sits there holding you and watching the sky.

The mark over your heart starts glowing again as the sun peeks over the horizon. "I never want to see you again." You say weakly. Tears are slowly rolling down your face and your body is feeling heavy. Sleep is calling, the comforting blackness is slowly seeping into your mind. Your head lulls back as your eyes slid closed. Your heart beats once more and then stops.

The silence is deafening, and Rafayel watches as his mark lifts away from you and then fizzles out, flying off in an almost untraceable red trail.

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I know this is massively overdue. I had wanted to post this week's ago. I do apologize for the very belated update. I worked to pack it full of the angsty pain you guys crave.

[messier-47]

My Unkept Man

As a birthday gift to both myself and you guys, I took on the challenge of writing a little bit of a brand new WIP that's been in my head for months.

Synopsis? Uchiha Izuna is dead, Konoha is/has been buit up and Madara is still in the deep throws of depression. Hashirama, who'd lost all of his brothers years ago decides to gift Madara with something to help take his mind off his grief, a cat. This story was gonna be one of those "Super depressed MC gets a pet and has to make a new resolve to get better for his cat."

Then my brain went, "What if this story was in the POV of the cat?"

When next I see the Silly Man I shall kill him.

Yes, that is what I’ll do, for he has locked me in here without a way to get out and it is too small a place for me. Let me out!

“Shuuu-shuuu-shuuush,” the Silly Man says out of his stupid mouth, “Please don’t be so loud, I’ll let you out soon.”

He is stupid. Has forgotten that he had stuffed me into this crate but I have not forgotten, so I shall remind him often. Let me out this insufferable box!

The Silly Man continues to gibber, but is easily distracted by something else - a doorway has opened!

“What is it, Hashirama?” ‘tis another Man.

“Madara!” exclaims the Silly Man, “I have a gift for you, my friend!”

“Gift?” is questioned, “For what?”

Ignored. “Do you remember when you told me that you wanted a cat?”

“I didn’t say that. I distinctly remember saying that I didn’t want a dog or cat.”

“But that Uchiha have cats.”

“Yeah, as summons. What have you done, Hashirama?”

“I got you a cat!” The box was opened and a great light blinded me! In the seconds of weakness, the Silly Man took ahold of my ribs and lifted my into the air! “Look! Ain’t he cute?”

Let go of me! I used my back paws to kick and claw at the Man paws around my chest but the Silly Man catches and clutches me closer to his chest and face. I have little room to move and be free, and I let him know my ire.

“He looks feral,” the Men say among themselves, too stupid to understand any sophisticated speech. “And is that…a domesticated house cat? Not even a neko nin!”

“And he’s yours,” said the Silly Man, “I thought he’d be good for you.”

I bat at the Silly Man’s face, my sharp claws extended; release me!

He dodges my powerful strikes but I catch some of his overlong fur within my grasp. Ugh! Now it’s stuck to me!

“Ah, yes,” gibbered the other Man, “He seems so nice.”

“He’s not always like this,” said the Silly Man. He’s talking about me. I always know when Man talks about me in my presence. Let me down! “He’s just upset that I put him in a crate for so long. Back in you go.”

No! Unhand me you fool!

“Ah!” the Silly Man cries out in defeat as I successfully escape his grasp. There is a long curtain by the window, I climb it to freedom! A tall shelf becomes my respite, Man may be bigger than I but not as tall as I now. They’ll never get me from here!

“Dang it!” says the Silly Man, “You never behave!”

“I don’t know, Hashirama,” says the other Man, twisting his arms over his chest, “Seems to me he’s got the right idea.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” the Silly Man whimpered, “I think you’ll grow to like him if given the chance. And he could help you!”

“Help me?”

The two blathered whilst I sat well above their heads, out of reach and in a superior position for any counter attack. Should the Silly Man reach for me with his soft, fleshy paws and naked arms, I shall shred him to pieces.

“It’s been little over half a year, my friend,” said the Silly Man, voice having lost its vigor, “I worry about you.”

“Didn’t know you were keeping track,” said the other Man, “and it’s been eight months, if you even cared enough to know.”

“Madara!”

The Silly Man sometimes wasn’t so silly.

The Silly Man is strong. He was dangerous. Foolish, to be sure, especially when in comparison to my greatness, but the Silly Man wasn’t someone to forget he had his own set of sheathed claws.

“I care,” he said.

It was an ambush! Vines of great strength caught and tangled me up as a spider does prey. I protest this loudly, for I am no prey!

“It’s been eight months and you’re still grieving,” said the Stupid Man as he would not release me! The vines carried me down from my vantage point. “You haven’t been taking care of yourself and…I thought that having a pet might cheer your spirits up.”

I am brought into the arms of the Stupid Man. I intend to eat his liver.

“You brought a feral cat to cheer me up?” the other Man questioned.

“He’s not feral,” said the Stupid Man with an absent wave of his hand, “He’s been in the family for years now, King of the Senju Compound. He’s just…spicy!”

“And you think I’ll grow to like him?”

“You’re both surprisingly similar,” said the Silly Man before dumping my entrapped body into the hands of the other Man. “I thought you’d either get along like a house on fire or the house would definitely be on fire.”

I looked at the other Man and disapproved of him. He was just so…unkept! The fur on his head was too long to manage with a tongue, puffed up fluffy but his face was the typical Man face kept naked.

I bat at his face.

He does not dodge my sharp claws, his instincts dull and weak. My claws do not scratch him as I am too close for a proper graze, but my paw pushes him away by the fatness of his cheek.

He grumbles, “Does this thing have a name or can I call him Little Bastard or Shiro-Oni?”

“Don’t be mean,” the Silly Man scolds. I do not listen to him because I refuse. “His name is Tobirama.”

“Tobi-? What a pretentious first name!”

“Better than calling him ‘Little Bastard’. Come on, at least try. I know you’ll come to like him!”

The Unkept Man looks me in the eye and I look back.

He is so very ugly and I tell him so.

“Yeah?” says the Unkept man, “Well I don’t like you either.”

His blood shall wet my claws.

“Ah! You little-!”

“No Madara! Not the desk again!”

The indignity that one such as I must endure! With fang and claw, I shall reap all their suffering henceforth!

[pianokantzart]

Rewatched the Mario Movie again. The beginning where the bros are in Brooklyn is so intriguing to me...like...why tf are they so short??

Since Luigi is the taller of the two, I compared his heights to others the most, like- are the tables in america usually at your elbows? Are the sinks that tall? Luigi passed a waitress whilst he was walking to Spike, she taller than him.

Not to mention Mario- the man jumped through a car window....how?? Spike lifted him up as if he was nothing. Either he's tall af or the bros are just short af.

I love it. Short Kings

Thank you for this! There are so many fan depictions of Luigi where he's tall and thin, but in actuality (or at least in the movie canon) he's pretty short and tubby? he's just not as short and tubby as his brother.

But gosh dang is the world big compared to those two.

Look at this: the kitchen sink goes up to their shoulders!

With Spike, it's definitely a situation of "unusually big man positioned next to an unusually small man," making for a borderline-comical size difference.

No wonder Luigi is so anxious, Spike is beefed out and freaking huge, even next to the average average New Yorker. Meanwhile the bros are dwarfed by their own vehicle. Mario is sitting up straight in this picture, and even then his head barely peeks above the steering wheel:

Bathroom sinks normally do NOT go up to your chest, not even in America. I'm 5'5 and my bathroom sink only goes to my hips. How small are these guys???

And let us never forget that Mario needs a footstool to just sit comfortably on the edge of his bed.

Short kings. Tiny, tiny little fellows. I love it.

[dragonologist-writings]

Title: Between Light and Shadow Fandom: Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous Rating: T Status: Complete (7/7) Main Characters: Knight-Commander Maebrys Tallflower, Greybor Ships: Maebrys/Greybor Additional Notes: Friends with Benefits, Opposites Attract, Aromantic Character Word Count: 8.4k Summary: She has her light, and he has his shadows, and rarely do their two perspectives align. But there’s safety to be found in the space between.

read first chapter below or here on ao3

It’s in spite of herself that Maebrys actually kind of likes Greybor.

‘Cause she’s got plenty reason not to. The man’s an assassin, for starters. No loyalty or faith in the Crusades to be found with that one, just contracts and coin. If the demons paid more, he’d just as likely be on their side right now. She can’t deny that fact sticks in her head like a burr she can’t pick out.

But- he’s not on the demon’s side. Fate has placed him on hers. And Maebrys has seen him throw himself at a monstrous creature with nothing but a dagger and a misplaced trust in the type of person who’d hire an assassin in the first place. She can’t help but admire the guts it takes to pull off something like that.

There’s also something about the way he accepts- expects, even!- that she’s got guts, too. When Maebrys first got to the city, half her time around “real” Crusaders was spent convincing them that a backwater halfling could stick her sword in a demon just as well as any knight-trained tall folk. It feels downright odd now, having those same Crusaders under her command, and sometimes she can’t help but wonder what they think of Iomedae’s decision to bless her with these powers.

But Greybor? Greybor doesn’t even blink before inviting her to ambush a whole dang dragon. And maybe that shouldn’t exhilarate her as much as it does, but there’s a thrill when they bring the beast down- and another when she shoots Greybor a smile and he responds with his own grin of satisfaction.

‘Cause he’s handsome, too, in a gruff, weathered sort of way. That also doesn’t hurt.

All together, Maebrys figures it’s no surprise when she asks him to stick around. She makes it official and everything: the contract, the bonus, the whole deal. His eyebrows raise at the payment Maebrys proposes, and he takes a moment to study her, as if expecting some trick.

“You don’t waste time haggling,” he finally says after a long puff off his pipe. “I appreciate that. It’s rare these days to find a client who knows high quality work when they see it. I’d be glad to take you on.”

“Not much point in haggling when the price is worth it,” Maebrys says, and ignores Woljif’s skeptical scoff from behind. “I’m looking forward to seeing what you can do.”

And maybe it’s impulsive of her, but what’s done is done, and Greybor comes back to Drezen with the rest of the party. Seelah doesn’t like it, but she doesn’t argue much- just gives Maebrys a warning look whenever she catches the halfling watching Greybor for a little too long.

Maebrys appreciates the concern- well, kind of- but Seelah has nothing to worry about. Greybor’s a professional, if nothing else, and Maebrys is his client. What’s more, Maebrys is the newly illustrious Knight-Commander, and Greybor is the practitioner of a rather dark trade.

So it doesn’t really matter that they have a pretty decent time whenever she joins him in the tavern for an the evening of drinking and swapping stories of past battles. It doesn’t matter that she likes the sound of his low voice and the way he looks in the tavern’s flickering firelight. It certainly doesn’t matter that more than once, she catches him looking back.

Maebrys knows a bad idea when she sees one, and she’s too responsible to chase it down.

…But that doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy view.

[lfghughes]

Could you write something with Kirby Dach where the reader is kind of intimidated by him? Like he’s so tall and I just feel like him backing a girl up against a wall in a consensual and flirty/sexual tension filled way would be so attractive

a/n: kinda finally getting over the flu and this was the first time all week that i was able to form an actual fic

The cat and mouse game was fun in a way and for the past few months that was the game you and Kirby had been playing. You two had first met through your best friend Cole who happened to play on the same hockey team as Kirby. Since that first night you had met the flirting had only grown but neither of you ever broke that line that you were both so carefully tiptoeing on.

“So is Kirby coming to this party tonight?” You asked Cole as you helped him grab some of the drinks he had bought for the night. He looked over at you, raising an eyebrow. “Well most of the guys are and some of my other friends..” Cole took a deep pause as he eyed you carefully. “Why do you care about Kirby specifically?” He asked and then his jaw fell slightly “Wait please tell me you two…no.” immediately you shook your head at him.

“No! We haven’t anything. Just..Pals.” You shrugged and a look of horror grew on Coles face. “I’ll have a chat with him later.” That was even more horrifying of a thought. Even though you both flirted with each other and it was obvious there was an attraction there the last thing you wanted was for Cole to go talk to him about that.

You spent the remainder of setting up trying to convince your best friend otherwise but you had a feeling that he wasn’t going to listen to you. The party itself was fun, there were a few boys you recognized that had been friends with Cole for years and you also recognized a good chunk of his teammates. But your eyes searched for the one person you were looking for, disappointment filling your features when you didn’t see him.

“Looking for me?” A voice came from behind you, low enough to your ear and sending chills down your spine because you knew who it belonged to. You turned around a small smirk on your lips as you tilted your head up at Kirby. “Now why would I look for you? I heard that Coles cute friend from New Jersey is here, maybe I’m looking for him.” You shrugged and you saw an amused look grow on Kirbys face.

You don’t know at what point you both had walked into the corner of the room but you realized there was nowhere for you to go because you were backed up into a wall. Not that you were really complaining right now. Kirbys hand found your hip and if he wasn’t so dang tall you could have easily kissed him with how close he was. “Why are you still playing this game?” He asked and you chewed on your lower lip.

“What game?” You asked, knowing exactly what he was referring to but you wanted him to just say it. “This whole acting like you don’t want me to kiss you right now.” He leaned down just slightly, his lips definitely getting closer to the point where you could kiss him. “Because I know even if you don’t say it that you want to kiss me and not Jersey, wherever he is.” Couldn’t exactly argue with his point there.

“If you’re so sure of it then just kiss me.” You told him and with those words his head leaned down and when his lips were just mere inches from yours you heard a shout from across the room that was directed right at Kirby. “Dach! We need to talk.” You groaned at the sound of Cole’s voice and in his insistence of ruining your night. Kirby pulled away but a small smirk remained on his lips. “This isn’t done. I’m kissing you before the night ends.” And with those words he left, going over to Cole who looked like he was ready to have some serious words with his teammate.

[monstersflashlight]

idk if you want to make this a full on fic but I was just imagining trinket fairy reader with a dragon idk you wanna make it Platonic or not up to you, but I didn't imagine much only those two as pairings and how they might possibly bond

Sorry if it's really vague and not giving you much of an idea 😭

Love you and your writing ♥

Thank you! Means a lot. <3 Mmmmm I like your idea. I’m thinking of fairy and dragon with multiple forms, so in this piece they are in their more human-ish form, but the size difference is still big. Like he can be a basketball player kinda tall, and she can be like 30-40 cm shorter. Like BIG size difference, and lots of banter. I think It would be really fun to see them interact regarding his hoard. The idea of a trinket fairy taking all his things just to use them for gadgets and building new crazy stuff while driving him crazy, but not really bc he’s deeply in love with her… Peak storytelling. So yeah, that’s where my head is at with your idea, but make it spicy. Hope you like it!

Restaurant delight

Dragon x fairy fem!reader || teasing, banter, semi-public sex

You were having a dinner date, mandatory by his strict standards of what a relationship meant. You thought it was really funny how insistent he was about taking you out at least twice a month. He told you it was to keep the romance alive, and you didn’t mind, you liked to show off your big hunk of a dragon boyfriend.

“You need to stop taking things from my hoard,” he told you out of the blue as you were reaching for some garlic bread. You blinked slowly up at him, your wings twitching behind you.

“No.” You munched on some bread as he sputtered beside you.

“Wh-what? What do you mean no?” He looked confused and annoyed, a purple-ish blush creeping on his blue skin.

“What’s the point of having a dragon boyfriend if I can’t use your stuff to build cool gadgets?” Your logic was perfect. He had tons of stuff, you liked stuff. You took stuff, you build stuff. Easy, simple.

“I- You- No. They are my precious possessions,” he tried to argue.

“I took a plastic car.” You sent him an are you kidding me look. You didn’t want to be mean, but you also knew he really didn’t care that much about the things you took from his hoard. He had a ton of stuff, most of it he didn’t even know was there.

“It was shiny!” His exclamation made you want to giggle, but you referred, biting your tongue as you looked up at him. Dang, why was he so damn tall, you had to look up even when you were sitting down. Damn hot dragons and their incredible height.

“You didn’t know you had it until I took it,” you counterattacked.

“I- Please, stop.” His tone was sincere, but you also knew him too well. He wasn’t really trying to argue with you. Someone was horny and wanted some fun banter to get you riled up. He knew you always wanted harder and faster when he argued with you beforehand. It wasn’t the healthiest approach to your sex-life, but it was fun as fuck.

“Does it really bother you so much?” You asked, trying to sound sincere and innocent, not playing into his game. He loved to rile you up, but you loved to be a brat about it even more.

You knew it worked when he looked at you confused. “I- Yes?”

“Is that a question?” You kept munching on the bread, completely nonchalant about his alleged annoyance.

“No?” You bit down on the bread to keep from smiling at him. “Okay. Okay. I just… I like my hoard.” His statement was lost when his face got even more purple. He was embarrassed, and he looked so fucking adorable you wanted to coo at him.

“I like it, too. I’ll stop if it bothers you… Or we could make a deal.” Your flirty smile wasn’t lost on him, who looked at you with a glimmer in his eyes.

“What deal?” His big wings twitched behind him, a telltale sign that he was getting nervous, anticipation probably filling him.

You munched on some bread and waited patiently until he was drinking a bit of water before telling him: “You allow me to take stuff from your hoard and I suck your dick.�� He choked on the water and started coughing loudly.

You patted his big back, “accidentally” touching the base of his wings, the area you knew perfectly well made him lose his mind when caressed. Your fingers lingered a bit there, as he regained control of his breathing. He shuddered at the contact.

He looked at you with fire in his eyes, you lowered your hand and rested it on his thigh. “I bet I could even do it here,” you murmured. You didn’t give him time to react before your hand was over his growing erection, making him squirm under your touch and flush heavily again. He was adorable.

“Wh-what?” He stuttered, his pulse picking up as you licked your lips looking straight at him. He shivered visibly and the hardness under your hand twitched.

“You like that? You like the idea of me sucking your dick in a restaurant’s bathroom, big guy?” You knew you hit a nerve when his wings fluttered, almost hitting the poor waitress as he walked pass your table. He apologized profusely as you squeezed his dick. He looked back at you angrily, but he didn’t stop you. His flushed skin was so bright you wanted to kiss him senseless, but you were already thinking in other stuff, spicier stuff.

You were about to open his fly to get some skin to skin contact when the waitress arrived with your food. Your hand never left his clothed dick, rubbing softly as you cheerfully talked to her. Your boyfriend was a stiff form next to you, his big hand resting over yours, but not stopping you.

You ate with one hand and left the other over his dick, absently stroking him as you kept the conversation flowing. “Act normal or people will realize,” you instructed. He looked around panicked. You giggled and kept telling him about your day, and what new gadget you created. When he whimpered, you decided it was time you made good on your deal. “Go to the bathroom,” you instructed. You took your hand away from his dick and smiled when he got up fast. There was a wet patch in his pants. He covered it with a hand, but not fast enough for your eyes. “I’ll see you there in a few.” You smirked at him as he almost ran to the bathroom.

You followed a few minutes later, slowly making your way to the restroom, checking there wasn’t anybody around before entering the man’s bathroom. He was pacing the tiny space when you opened the door. You pushed his big chest until he was sitting down on the toilet. You positioned yourself between his knees and fell to your kneed before him. He whimpered.

You took him out of his pants and slowly started mouthing him over his underwear, making a mess of it. Making a mess of him. His head was thrown back, and the precious shimmer of his scales was making you itch to touch him. You took him out of his underwear and went right for it. He wasn’t expecting it and let out a loud shriek when your tiny mouth tried to stretch around his tip. You both know there was no way his dick could fit inside your mouth, but you could be smart about it.

You played with his tip for a bit, but realizing you didn’t have that much time before someone thought you bailed without paying the check. You grabbed him with both hands and started a fast pace up and down, sucking the underside of his dick and making him whimper. He was looking at the ceiling when you asked: “So, do we have a deal?” He looked down at you, dick still against your lips, and groaned, his dick twitching. You stopped moving your hands when he didn’t answer.

“Yes. Yes. Whatever you want. Take whatever you like.” You smirked up at him as your wings fluttered behind you. Seeing him so gone was turning you on like crazy. You couldn’t wait to get him home and ride him.

You lowered your head and started a punishing pace with your hands as you latched into his tip and started licking and sucking and doing everything in your power to make him lose his mind. “Good boy,” you whispered against his flesh when he shuddered under you. He was so close you could feel the temperature around you rising, his dragon fire so close to the surface. “Come for me,” you ordered, your mouth a few millimeters away from your expecting mouth. He complied instantly. Shooting rope after rope of cum in your open mouth, some of it landing on your lips and making him groan softly.

You swallowed everything he gave you and rested your head against his thigh. “Oh fuck,” he muttered. You looked up in time to see a big black circle on the ceiling. He breathed fire and burned the fucking ceiling. You started laughing so hard that you fell on your ass in front of him. He looked so embarrassed and cute that you laughed harder. “Stop it,” he muttered, his face bright purple.

“Was it that good?” You teased.

He growled at you, without malice. “You know it was. You always are. Your tiny hands and your fucking mouth… Ugh, you drive me crazy.” He picked you up from the floor and devoured your mouth, groaning when he found his own taste there. “Go back out, I’ll wait for a bit.”

You sat down back to your table and smiled at the waitress, she definitely knew what you two did in the bathroom. You didn’t care. You would do it again in a heartbeat. There was nothing better than your boyfriend’s dick. He came back a bit later, still looking embarrassed as he asked for the check and urged you out the door before somebody discovered the big black burn in the bathroom’s ceiling. You laughed all the way out.

You were walking to your car when he told you: “You know I would have let you have all my hoard without any deals, right?” You smirked at him as you walked to the car, an extra movement to your hips that made him groan behind you.

“Yeah. I know. I just wanted to suck your dick.” His footsteps sounded loud against the pavement as he followed you, your wings fluttering again when he embraced you from behind, and turned you around, his hands landing on your ass and pulling you up so he could kiss you properly.

[whereslynx]

maybe one of sad eyes. reader and him meet at a party, they talk and smoke etc get to know each other

a/n: thank you for requesting! i love this idea, i hope i did it justice!! p.s, i love writing requests so don’t be afraid to send some in. :)

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The night was still young, and those who were at the Santos’ party made sure to not take it for granted. Under the soft glow of the moon, the party thrived, brimming with people who lived in the moment. There was a palpable sense that each moment of it was treasure, and the energy of the crowd reflected that.

Whilst the party pulsed with energy, drunken laughter and conversation rising above the blasting music, you stood against the wall in the backyard where everyone was dancing, nodding your head to the beat with a Corona in hand as you gazed into the crowd. Although you stood alone, you originally came to the party with your homegirl, Angelica, but once she got her hands on Mario, they were all up on each other. You didn’t mind though, you’d rather chill by yourself rather than see them get all sloppy.

Before another thought passed your mind, a voice pulled you out of it. “Dang, looking a bit lonely there, ma.” A man said over the music. You looked up at him, raising a brow in curiosity. He was tall, slim, cute, and was dressed in all black. ‘A Santo.’ You noted in your head. You’ve never talked to him before, but you’ve often seen him cruising with his homies around the streets.

“And you are?” You asked with a tilted head, earning an almost satisfied smile from him when you didn’t shy away. “They call me Sad Eye.” He said, raising his Modelo as if to cheers to a new connection. You laughed, “Alright, Sad Eye.” You raised your beer to meet his, a gentle clink came from the two bottles. His face seemed to light up at the sound of his name leaving your lips. He’d taken a liking to the way his name sounded natural to your tongue, leaving him to wonder if hearing you say his name would become a daily occurrence.

Sad Eye took a sip of his beer, his gaze studying you as if you were a book glued shut. Although your surroundings were filled with loud music, chatter, and the occasional beer bottle breaking, the silence between youse spoke volumes beyond that.

“You smoke?” He asked, his husky voice breaking the silence. “Shit, yeah. How’d you know?” You giggled, a slight tinge of interest glinting in your eyes. “Nah, just the way you’re at a Santos’ party and you’re still babysitting a bottle.” He teased, pointing to the untouched Corona in your hand. You swore you almost choked on air at his comment, rubbing the nape of your neck in slight embarrassment as a sheepish smile plastered itself onto your face. Sad Eyes lowly chuckled, “Shiiit, it’s cool, mami. I prefer smoking over drinking too.” he waved his hand in dismissal to his teasing, offering you a friendly smile. You couldn’t tell if it was because you’d been seeing everyone grind up on their vatos at the party, or if his smile really did stir something in the pit of your stomach. Damn these Santos and butterflies.

“I wanted to put this blunt to use anyways, just didn’t want to leave the party while it was still alive, you know?” He said, taking the blunt from behind his ear, “But, now that I have you, maybe you could keep my party alive. ¿Arre?” Sad Eye smugly smirked, anticipating your answer. An interested gaze coated your eyes. You had to admit it, he was goddamn smooth with his words and the offer seemed enticing— almost too good to pass up. Your gaze flickered to Angelica from afar who was making out with Mario, seemingly keeping herself busy enough for you to sneak away for a sesh.

“Alright, bet.” Striking him with a confident smile, “Fuck the party, let’s ditch.” You laughed, playfully snatching the blunt and moving past the crowd and through the house to the front yard, Sad Eye followed close behind you with a stupidly jolly grin. “Atta’ girl.” He cooed. Spooky and Joker couldn’t blame him for that smitten expression on his face as they watched youse pass by them, who wouldn’t want to smoke with a pretty girl like you?

You and Sad Eye found a spot on the curb in front of the house. The music and drunken howls was still slightly loud, but drowned out by the night’s melody filled with dogs barking in the distance and cicadas singing in the bushes.

With only the moonlight and street lights illuminating up the street for youse, you lit the blunt, taking a pull from it before passing it onto Sad Eye who sat next to you. “So,” you exhaled the smoke, “how come they call you Sad Eye? Is it cause you always be looking sad and shit?” You assumed with a little intent to tease. Sad Eye only chuckled, taking his own puff, “Hell nah. Shit, even I don’t know.” he mumbled to you, “Probably cause when I got jumped in, I was high as shit. Homies probably thought I was going through it, eyes low and everything.” Sad Eye laughed, the blunt in his hand.

“What about you? How come your vato be letting yo’ pretty ass go to a party alone, hm?” He pondered aloud, turning his head to you as he took another pull before handing it back to you. You stared back at him with furrowed brows, slightly flustered by his comment. The music from the backyard didn’t seem so loud anymore.

“What makes you think I got a man?” you snickered, “Ion’ got time for that.” you mumbled, bringing the blunt to your lips. Sad Eye’s narrowed gaze flickered to yours, both of youse feeling the high sink in. “For real?” He asked, “You don’t got time for a man, huh.” he smirked, his gaze wandering to the moon. You laughed, lightly hitting his shoulder, “What’s with the tone? I’m serious! I don’t got time to waste on a little boy.” You exclaimed with a grin. Sad Eye laughed with you, “So, even when a real man comes to you, you ain’t giving him a chance?” he softly nudged you with his shoulder, leaving you to think of your answer. You knew where he was getting at, but you just didn’t know if he was up for it.

“Shit, if a real man wants to come and show me what’s up. I’m gon’ let him.” You answered, your red-tinted eyes looking into his.

A silence filled with undeniable tension and anticipation filled the air, the cold air of the night seemingly had gotten hotter in the midst of the silence. Sad Eye nodded, not afraid to maintain the eye contact, “Consider tonight the start of a real man showing you what’s up.” he promised, his smoky voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

If the butterflies in your stomach from fifteen minutes ago were bothering you before, it was sure as hell bothering you now.

“I’m looking forward to it.” You challenged, handing him the blunt with a smug smirk.

[aclowntiny]

Puppy Love- Yunho x Female!Barista!Reader

I haven't forgotten about all my coffee shop stories 😁😁😁 Yunho in his ‘you like jazz?’ era

Word Count: 3536 | Coffee Shop, Fluff | Warnings: too dang fluffy 😝

Yunho’s dream had finally come true. A dog café had opened up within walking distance of work. What a time to be alive! What a lucky walk of the streets on his break, unsure how to spend his rare free time once he had it. Using it for an activity seemed simultaneously gratifying and overwhelming. Time to burn some energy off with some very good boys and girls instead! Some caffeine might also reverse-jitter him back into productivity…or at least into the right headspace to squeeze in an episode of that show he needed to finish.

Beneath an awning of striped lime green and white awaited the door to Leash Love Latte, the lovely windowed building decorated with paint-on art of joyous pups of all breeds, two of which held mugs and one of which was about to devour a bone-topped cupcake. Yunho couldn't help but smile as his eyes scanned the glass, jumping a bit at the noise when he opened the door, but the startlement easily fell into a laugh as he opened the security door once the front one was closed and was met with a barrage of dogs.

"Oh, hi," he giggled as one little papillon practically climbed up his leg, bending down to scoop her up into his arms. Flipping her collar tag, he saw it read 눈. A name meaning Snow made sense- she was a ball of pure white fluff after all.

Carrying her up to the counter, Yunho was met with the sight of an extremely nimble barista practically skating across the café floor to slide a pastry onto the counter and call out its owner’s name, then turn on her heels to catch a drink from the older man who held it out to her and repeat the process. Once that was done, she twirled around to face the counter.

“Sorry about that, just had an order to finish up,” she paused, taking a couple breaths and getting her hair back into place, smile never leaving her face, “oh, Nunie, are you making friends?” Her gaze had dropped to the sweet pup in Yunho’s arms, the nickname and her evident familiarity with the café dogs warming his heart.

“Yep," he agreed with a chuckle, holding her up a bit higher with fatherly pride despite their very recent meeting, "I think she'd have made a ladder of me if she could."

"Well, you are pretty tall," the girl joked.

"I guess that's true! So, what do you recommend here?"

She grinned. "Dog or drink?"

"Drink," Yunho responded, "I don't think I'll get away with any cheating today."

"How does a peanut butter mocha sound?"

"Great," he replied, "I've never had one before!"

Plucking a solid pink, paw-print-dotted mug from some unseen counter alcove, the barista grinned. "It's sort of my specialty."

"She's always trying to hock those!" The older man called out from deeper in the kitchen, offering a devilish grin.

"Hey! At least I have a specialty!" She called back, smiling when he shouted that she was a better barista than him and sliding the mug down the slick metal counter surface before turning back to Yunho. "Sorry, that's my uncle. He's a bit of a jokester. Your name?”

"Yunho. And that's ok. I can see how well you guys get along. So this is a family business, then?"

"Yep," she nodded, "everything I do, I try to do with my family."

Something about those simple words touched Yunho's heart, throwing its beat off even as he lowered himself into a bench, stroking his snowy new friend and laughing as a brown and white Jack Russel terrier and a little grey mutt with a folded ear scrambled up to fill his lap all the way. His gaze darted between them and the young lady behind the counter as she operated all the kitchenware with focused eyes and lightly smiling lips.

This place really was heaven.

~

"Here you go!"

Yunho's attention snapped up from the mutt, Sammy, to meet the eyes of the girl. He hadn't really paid attention to the color of them before, but the lime-and-pink shaded light dangling above his table must have somehow brought it out as she set his mug in front of him a respectable distance from the squirming dogs piled upon his lap.

"What was your name again?" Yunho blurted out before he could help it.

"(y/n)."

"(y/n)," he repeated with a smile, "wonderful. I just felt like I needed to have a name to go with the face."

Her eyes remained on him, though the smile on her face did not fade. Sammy licked at her sleeve, which only made it grow wider, her nose crinkling a bit. A wave of awkwardness crashed over Yunho.

"So, (y/n), you must really like peanut butter." That sounded much better in his head.

She just giggled. “I love it! I was eating a peanut butter cup when I got the idea for the drink.”

“That’s so cool! I have a friend who cooks and that seems hard, let alone designing something new, like I can’t even imagine.”

(y/n) waved a hand before reaching it back down to pet a fluffy spotted Australian shepherd that ran by her feet. “Oh, I bet you could come up with something,” she told him with a smile.

Yunho racked his brain, but beneath the tantalizing chocolate-peanut-butter-coffee-with-a-hint-of-espresso smell, the light of that obnoxiously cute lamp, the warm, wiggling puppy pile on his lap, and the faint, anticipatory flutter of the girl’s eyelashes, not much was floating up coherently. “I can’t think of anything that would be good in coffee,” he finally admitted.

“What about something that would be bad in coffee?”

“All my brain was giving me was fruit loops, so I’d say that.”

(y/n) gave a humored wince. “Ooh, yeah. Though that would make a good milk latte or shake! I could totally work with that!” And with that, she made another of her skate-like drifts across the shop, dodging three dogs darting at her feet as she fell back behind the counter, pulling out a couple appliances and taking notes like a mad scientist.

Well, that wasn’t too bad a response to fruit loops of all things. Patting Sammy, Yunho pulled his steaming mug to his lips, barely feeling the cup’s heat above that in his own sheepish cheeks.

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A few days after his Leash Love Latte trip, Yunho was out for a walk to clear his head after a very early morning of choreography practice, having rinsed himself off and wanted nothing more than to get out into the sun and breeze, practically melting the industrial lighting out of his skin. Cleansing the sweat off had only been step one.

Veering off the paved walking trail, Yunho crossed over the inclination of a grassy green hill, wandering over the great emerald expanse and dodging the occasional frisbee. Ducking under one that was thrown high enough, even.

The small amount of skin exposed by his t-shirt warmed pleasantly in the moderate day's air as he passed an area surrounded by metal gating that bore a few tied-on signs. Within it, dogs of varying sizes tore across the grass, played tug-of-war, and ran to their owners with new friends in tow. As he got closer, he noticed that one of those owners had a haircut that looked quite familiar, a smile Yunho felt like he’d just been graced with.

It was (y/n)! Carefully undoing the safety gate with a deft motion of his fingers, he lifted the release and entered, immediately dodging dogs as he ran a hand through his hair hoping he’d straightened it. His other hand was already getting thoroughly sniffed, a few licks coming to it before he reclaimed it, giving a bulldog and a border collie some pats as he milled through the park. A mutt- maybe half terrier- ran up to him snuffling with a squeaky toy in its jaws, so Yunho threw it, laughing as it turned into a little spotted streak of lightning. Hopefully its owner was young. And then, turning on his heels, he faced you.

“Oh, hey, (y/n), right?” He leaned forward, resting a hand as casually as he could atop the bench a few feet from him, mock-guessing your name like it hadn’t made a few runs through his head of late. “Didn’t see you there. I’m-”

“Yunho from the café. Fruit loops guy.”

Fruit loops guy. “Yep, that’s me.” He put a hand to his chest. “Fruit loops guy.”

“I’ve been tinkering around with stuff and that idea is something that we might be adding to the menu if my uncle lets me!” She added, grinning as a pup Yunho recognized as Sammy ran up to her, leaning into her offered pets.

“Really? That’s great!”

“Yeah! Should I name it after you?”

“The Yunho? Might confuse some people-”

(y/n) chuckled, wrapping her arms around Sammy to pull him onto her lap. “Yunho, I was kidding.”

“Oh, right, yeah, I knew that. So, uh, taking Sammy to the dog park?”

“Yep,” she nodded, smiling, “I try to take all the adoptables out on an alternating schedule.”

“Oh,” Yunho tilted his head in thought, “the Leash Love Latte dogs are for adoption?”

“Indeed they are. The goal is people live them so much they want to take them home!”

“Guess then they’d really need a doggy bag,” he quipped.

(y/n)’s eyes widened as she burst out with a laugh. “Ok, that’s so perfect, mind if I steal that?”

“Be my guest.”

“I’ll try my best to credit you where I can. Hey, wanna play frisbee with Sammy? It’s practically as big as him, but he loves it.”

Was there even a question? “Of course! Come on, Sammy, let’s go!”

And with that, they both pushed off their respective bench seat and lean, jogging deeper into the park’s grass and dodging a fire hydrant in the ground as they took turns tossing the blue plastic disc (y/n) had ready in her backpack.

~

“Hey, remember the guy who inspired my fruit loops latte?” You called back into the kitchen as you refilled the coffee bean jars up front, dim evening lights of closing time filing Leash Love Latte.

“Tall fellow, right?” You uncle questioned in response.

"Yeah," you nodded, "him. If he comes back, I'm going to get him in the kitchen."

"In the kitchen?" Your uncle's voice raised both in incredulity and response to some barks from your café companions. "I thought you liked him."

"Oh, geez!" Plucking a not-so-wet grey washcloth from your counter, you lobbed it at your uncle and his jokes. "I do. You think I'd let any loser with a dazzling smile into my laboratory?"

The washcloth connected with your uncle's shoulder, breaking his face into a grin as he shook it into his hand and started wiping the kitchen surface with it. "Ugh, save the sappy crap for him, huh? What are you even going to make him do? A day of free labor?"

"No," you giggled, leaning on the shining metal of your counterspace, "I think he has better ideas than he gives himself credit for. I'm just going to let him try making whatever he wants."

"As long as you guys clean up after yourselves," your uncle teases you, giving you a fond smile.

"Of course we will," you reply with a joyous look of your own, anticipation coursing through you as you imagined all the things you could come up with on your quest for a new menu item...and maybe something else new for you.

~

"Get in the kitchen with you? Me?" Yunho looked at you with eyes wide, holding little Nun a bit tighter in his hands in startlement as if you'd suggested he set his pants on fire.

"Well, I wasn't exactly asking your invisible twin brother there," you teased, clicking the pen in your hand open, then closed again, as you glanced over his shoulder.

He turned his head that way too like there'd suddenly be someone there. There obviously was not. "Alright, point taken. You liked the cereal lattes that much, huh?"

That wasn't what I liked most, you wanted to say. You leaned a bit further out from behind the register. "Something like that. I think it would be fun! Don't you? We don't have to make something good, that'll just be a bonus!"

Yunho's smile returned as yours spread out, and he bent over and gently placed the little fluffball he'd been holding back on the floor, where she stood at his feet, sniffing Cherry, a black chihuahua. "I don't think it'll be fun, (y/n)..."

Your expression stiffened a bit, eyebrows raising to urge his trailed-off sentence on.

"I know it will be! Let's do it! As long as you're allowed to do this, of course."

And then you were smiling again, heart beating in anticipation. You were going to get this dog-loving man and his silly innocent brain in your life no matter what it took.

"Cleared with the boss man and all. Let's make something out of this dead workday!"

Yunho laughed at that, accepting the hand you held out, beckoning him into the sacred space behind the counter, aka your drink and treat lab.

"So," you grinned, folding both your hands under your chin, "wanna make a drink or bake something?"

"Why don't we bake?" Yunho replies, gaze breaking from yours in thought. "Hmm, what's a good dessert to go with a drink? Shortcake?"

"Like strawberry shortcake?"

"Yeah, but why is shortcake always strawberry? Why can't it be any other fruit?"

You shrugged, feeling your expression smugly egg him on. "Why can't it? What do you have in mind?"

"Have you ever seen those candied melons? What about melon shortcake? I bet no one's done that before," Yunho answered before pausing for a couple ticks of Leash Love Latte's dangly-tail dog-in-a-teacup wall clock, "or is that gross?"

Crossing further into the kitchen, you pulled open a silver cabinet and turned back to him. "Only one way to find out."

He shuffled into the kitchen beside you, bouncing on his heels. “Do you have a shortcake recipe?”

“I do indeed,” you said with a grin, taking an apron off the peg on the kitchen wall and handing it his way.

You set to work prepping and measuring the wet ingredients while Yunho took on the dry, the most prominent of which was the flour. Shortcake, you reminded him, wasn’t as sweet as a regular cake, so that seemingly small amount of sugar was in fact correct.

It all went nearly without a hitch, only a small chunk of butter plopping onto the silvery counter, which you quickly twirled around to wipe squeaky clean again. Yunho was doing great at sifting everything together, almost as if he’d done it before.

Well, until the last scoop of flour, that is. The last one hung just wrong, dropping from the measuring cup in Yunho’s hand and sliding down the edge of the mesh strainer, bursting in a cloud of curling pure white dust upon the counter, his apron, and even on the side of your pant leg.

"Oh my gosh, (y/n), I'm so sorry!" Yunho immediately exclaimed, holding his hands out like he didn't trust them anymore.

"Don't worry about it," you replied with a smile and a flippant gesture, "it won't be the first or the last time that happens in here. Besides, in Hallmark movies all things like this do is start a cheeky flour fight."

Yunho glanced down helplessly at his apron and the counter. "Wouldn't that just make it worse?"

"Oh, absolutely," you nod, "but if you just twirl it off your apron, you'll get a pretty cloud effect."

Expectation? A little shimmy. Reality? Yunho executing a perfect showman's leaping twirl, the move indeed enhanced by a puff surrounding him as the powder shook off of him and drifted down to the kitchen tile.

You might've been gaping, but it quickly faded into a smile as you drifted past him in search of a rolling pin. "Alright, so you're, like, an expert dancer, that's totally normal and not extremely cool."

"Oh, I'm no expert. I-I just dance for a living," he replied with a shy grin and darting gaze.

"I hate to break this to you," you leaned on the counter in front of him, rolling pin in hand and awe on your face, "but that makes you an expert. Certainly more than me. You should be there one of the many times I forget a step of the macarena."

Yunho's hands started drifting around in the general airspace above his shoulders, head, and hips. "Which part?"

All you could do was giggle and hold the rolling pin up in your hand, head shaking. "Have you ever kneaded and rolled dough before?" He had good dough hands. Certainly more proportional to the dough than yours!

~

"We did it, (y/n)! We made shortcake!" Practically floating above the tile, Yunho high-fived you after you set the tray down.

While your creation baked, the two of you had ditched your aprons and crossed the threshold back into adoptable territory to absolutely ruin all your kitchen-sanitary hands on the hurricane of dogs that surged after you, leaping into your arms like the sweetest of crests crashing onto your jean-clad knees.

This time you took Nun and Yunho had Mickey the Australian shepherd, who plopped right down on the café tile with his head in Yunho's now-seated lap. You held your fluffy ball of wonder close to your chest and she practically melted in, little black boba eyes fluttering contentedly shut.

Both of you whined how it was torture and apologized to the dogs as if it was a coordinated act as you waved and backed into the kitchen with four remorseful eyes on the adoptable crowd, and that was how the shortcake was procured.

Candying the watermelon went off without a hitch. Well, mostly. While a welcome strength boost to cut the honeydews, Yunho had you half giggling, half protectively extending an arm as he yelped at the bubbling sugar boiling in the pot. For that, you bid him mix the cream while you got the fruit ready.

More time with the adoptables as the candy set, and then you were stacking cake, cream, and shining, syrupy melon chunks into a light yellow-and-green treat topped with some melon balls and classic rosettes.

"It's beautiful," you congratulated Yunho with a wide smile.

"Better than the fruit loop latte idea?"

You just nodded as the sound of your business's door closing rang our behind you. "And here's our proof coming!" You clapped, rushing out of the kitchen in the bouncing dance of a barista on a mission. "Uncle, will you try our dessert please? Yunho and I worked really hard on it," you plead as you dragged your amused uncle into your workspace, one arm linked with his and the other gesturing with a flourish toward the lovely shortcake and your lovely fellow baker, who immediately bent his legs and struck an introductory pose at it himself.

"I can tell. This looks great, you two," your uncle told you, pride clear in his voice as much as on his face as he ruffled your hair with his free hand.

Wiggling gently out of your grip, he accepted the proffered fork from Yunho and reached over to dig into the plated treat you'd decorated on the counter, which of course you'd wiped down before he could see the mess you made. Didn't hurt to butter up the person trying your new innovation, right?

Your uncle's eyebrows shot up the moment the forkful of your shortcake entered his mouth, both you and Yunho leaping up as if watching the pinnacle of a photo-finish race.

"Well, how is it?" You burst out, practically wiggling under the suspense.

"Yes, sir," Yunho added, straightening the apron he'd put back on, "is it good enough to go on the menu?"

"It's very good, son," your uncle began, eliciting a loud cheer from you two and a resonant, stingingly strong high-five of elation to boot.

"But," he added, both of you inhaling at his next words, eyes not even leaving him when an audible, surely adorable play-wrestle broke out among the adoptables, "if you want this on the menu, there's one condition."

"Wh- what's that? Er, sir?" Yunho stiffened under your uncle's serious gaze.

Short-lived as it was; the expression soon melted into your beloved joker's smile of mischief. "You have to take my niece on a date."

"Uncle, I-" You began to protest, heat rising to your cheeks faster than any oven or milk steamer could preheat.

"Yes, sir," Yunho nodded, sparing you a quick glance and a small wave as if he'd forgotten you were there, "that's a much greater reward than the menu spot."

His smile turned almost into something you'd see on a lovesick cartoon, as if your heart hadn't flipped hard enough in the past few minutes or even from the first time he walked in and you saw him being gentle with the adoptables.

What could you say? Guess it was puppy love.

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

21: Aren't You Sweet?

A/N: Just realized that 70% of this fan-fiction is going to be/has to be me finding new ways to make MC and Sans yapp to each other about stupid shit and/or serious shit because Undertale is all about exhausting the dialogue. Will I run out of things to make these characters talk about? Let’s go gambling find out!

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Finding the little shop takes as long as Sans said it would. You didn’t mind it at all, you two managed to talk about useless things for that walk so it wasn’t boring. Sans tells you about the neighboring monsters, how they are, and the ones he’s most friendly with. And by that, he refers to the monsters who know his name and won’t tell him to fuck off politely.

“Really? But it seemed like those people at Grillby’s really liked you.” You furrow your brows.

He shrugs his shoulders, “eh, i’m a real hit or miss when it comes to makin’ friends. you wouldn’t believe how many of these guys hate puns.”

“Whaaat? But they’re always a rib-tickler!”

“right? they’re so humerus, too. i’m just an unappreciated master at my craft.”

“Dang, just like that one bitch who cut off his ear.”

“…who?”

“Vincent van Gogh. He was the guy of all time.”

“did you know him personally, or what?”

You sigh wistfully, “Man, I wish. I could’ve fixed him.”

“…” Sans’ smile strains, “i don’t think there’s much fixing a guy who willingly cut off his ear.”

“That’s what you think,” You smile, pointing at the building not too far ahead. “Hey, is that the shop?”

“yeah, yeah. that’s the one. huh, looks more rundown than i remembered.”

“Crap. You know, I’d totally step up as a hero to help reconstruct this place, and I meant to learn about it, but I just forgot to.”

“learn about what?”

“Carpeting.

“ah.” Sans nods, “there are monsters whose jobs are to do that stuff, anyway. besides, a human with a heart of gold-”

HOW DOES HE KNOW?!

“-and a pure soul? how original.”

Oh, wait. He was just teasing you with a prevalent phrase.

“Ah-ha ha, yeah… Uh, well you know, shouldn’t those kinds of stereotypes be welcomed? Or would you rather I have been a dick-ass human?”

“no, no. by all means, be that fairy-tale human we all know you can be. actually, if you can be like that one princess with glowing hair so we can have an artificial sun, that would be so great.”

You roll your eyes as you two stop in front of the store, “You see, I totally would, but I’m more interested in checking this place out.”

“great transition, bud,” Sans snorts a short laugh, opening the door first, “lady’s first.”

You give your thanks as you stroll in, taking in the sights of the small, cozy shop. It’s really familiar, probably because it looks like that bunny’s shop in the main area of Snowdin but just a little bit bigger. The lights are dimmer, but you appreciate it since it’s easier on the eyes. There aren’t any customers in here, however, there’s a monster man behind the register who catches your eye.

He’s pitch black everywhere, and small wisps of black smoke rise from his hair, reminding you of Grillby. Strangely, his facial features gave off a white outline that allowed you to see his expression very clearly. His shirt is green and unbuttoned, letting you see the white shirt underneath. He’s resting his cheek against his hand, reading a book on the counter without giving you two the time of day. His ears are interesting, vertical, and thick in a way you’ve never seen before. He looks tall, but then again monsters are proving to be larger than expected because of their inhumanity.

Hmm…

Inch resting.

This doesn’t look like the old lady Red Bird was talking about… This might just be another employee then. Sans gestures for you to go talk to the shadow monster, leaning against the door to wait for you. You nod at him and walk to the counter with a polite smile.

You put your hands on the counter and clear your throat, “Hello, there!”

The guy looks up and does a double take, widening his eyes at you. You think it’s supposed to be some kind of blush, but white, diagonal lines appear on his cheeks. Bro is so anime, you’re sure Alphys would love this guy.

“Uh, yes-Er-uh–” The monster clears his throat very violently, leaning back on his hand at an awkward angle. “-Yeah, whatever. Hi.”

…Okay… That happened.

“So, uh,” Oh, he’s still talking. “you’re not from Snowdin, right? Where uh, where you from?”

…Is… huh? Is what you think is happening happening right now?

You’re not sure how you feel about this if you’re completely honest. You see Sans from the corner of your eye, his smile is straining, and he looks just as confused as you do.

“Ah, I’m uh, I’m from uptown Snowdin? But I thought I should get out of my comfort zone when looking for a job.” You tell him.

“Oh, so you’re here to… apply…?”

You nod, “Yeah, speaking of which, I thought an older lady ran this place?”

The shadow monster nods in turn, “Yeah, yeah. My granny. She’s not here today, but I usually take care of the place even when she is here.”

“Oh, cool! So, I mean, how about it? Are you looking for some extra hands on Mondays and Tuesdays?”

The man pouts, “Just Mondays and Tuesdays…?”

You scrunch up your nose, “Is that a big problem-”

“-NO NO! Not at all! I-I mean, it’s slow here anyway, so you’d just be bored here if you stayed too long.” He widens his eyes, his strange blush deepening, “I-I forgot to introduce myself, sorry. I’m uh, I’m Pollux.”

Oh nice, like the star! You probably shouldn’t say anything though because this Pollux guy seems like he’ll latch onto any nice words you’ll say to him. He seems nice, but you don’t have the energy to entertain someone like that.

“It’s nice to meet you, Pollux. You can call me [Y/n].” You drum your fingers on the counter, “So… Uhm, would now be a good time for an interview, or do I need to fill out an application first, or-”

“Right, let me–I’ll be right back!”

Pollux closes his book (rip, he didn’t put in his bookmark first) and goes through the back door behind the counter in a hurry, accidentally slamming the door behind himself. You look back at Sans, that fucker hand his hand over his grin, shoulders shaking in an attempt to quiet his laughter.

How dare he laugh at your misery? It’s not your fault you can draw in bitches left and right, if anything he should feel sorry for you! Oh, to be cursed with Main Character energy.

“wow, that was pretty impressive,” Sans whispers loud enough for you to hear, “you really do attract all kinds of attention, huh?”

You groan in embarrassment, “You be quiet with that! Can’t you be sympathetic about this? Ugh, I wish Elliot was here, he could fix this.”

“who’s that? friend of yours?”

“Yeah, my best friend. We looked like a gay couple when we stood next to each other so we just scared away the hoes.” You sigh at his memory, “But alas, you don’t make us look like a gay couple. We look too hetero together.”

“…i thought we silently agreed to not bring those types of conversations outside the house.” Sans then realizes something, “wait, what do you mean gay couple?”

You can’t respond since Pollux comes back out at that moment. He’s holding a few papers and sets them down on the counter in front of you with an awkward smile. Glancing over it lets you know it’s pretty standard, but some of the things you might need help with from Sans since “Monster Family Type” is not something you know how to answer.

“We have another person working here Mondays through Thursdays so you’ll be seeing her, too. She’s uh… not very reliable.” Pollux’s expression twists into something unpleasant, “I hope you can get along with her. Hell knows that I can’t.”

You can’t help but grin, “Finally dropped that nonchalant act, huh? That’s good, I’d rather be friends with someone who’s true to themselves.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

Pollux blushes tenfold as he hides his face behind his hands. The strange smoke that rose from his hair intensified to his emotions. You almost want to sigh and scold yourself, but you’re not given a chance to do anything.

“Oh, o-okay! I–Uh! Yeah, no I-I was just uh, I was testing you! For-For your judge of character, yeah!” He lowers his hands and runs them through his hair, looking away from you with a bashful look, “You uhm, tha-that application can be done whenever. If… If you bring it by next Monday, you can probably start the same day, too.”

You nod along to his words, listening to him yapp while thinking about Grillby because the motherfucker is so fine.

The place here is so dead, but you’re not going to complain about having an easy job especially since Pollux is going to be easygoing enough to just hire you like that. He asks you a few more questions before you can tell he’s just trying to keep you around for a casual conversation. You feel so bad but you’re not really interested and you’ll have a chance to talk to him anyway another day.

“Well, I better get going,” You interrupt Pollux with a smile, “I have a few more errands to run and I kind of want to spend today at home after, so…”

His smile drops slightly but tries to cover it up just as fast, “Oh, yeah. Sor-Uh, I sho-I gotta do inventory anyway, so yeahhh. I’m pretty busy.”

“Cool! Don’t wanna get in your way then,” You nod, already beginning to walk back toward Sans, “Have a good day, Pollux. See you on Monday!”

He reaches his hand out to you before lowering it, “Yeah, I–Yeah, see ya…!”

“Let’s get going, Sans.”

“uh-huh.”

The skeleton, watching the whole time and thus understanding your desire to escape, already had the door open for you. You thank him as you walk out of the shop, sighing in relief when you hear the door close behind him.

“wow. that was… a show.” Sans snickers, “you sure about this place, [y/n]?”

“It should be fine, I think,” You shake your head, “Let’s get going. I meant it when I said I just wanna relax now.”

Well, he won’t argue with that. Dang, who knew you had that much game? You literally just walked in there and that guy was whipped! Sans recognizes that monster, too. Pollux is what the world categorizes as a “hidden boss” but he’s not actually a boss monster. As far as he’s aware, Toriel and Agore still stand as the only Boss Monsters in the underground. Anyway, he always knew Pollux was that type of person, but it’s still funny to witness every time. You should be safe working there, he knows Pollux isn’t the type to do anything since he’s all bite.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask,” You start suddenly, “the first day I moved in with you guys, you and Papyrus mentioned someone named Undyne? You said she was an authoritative figure, too. Mind telling me about her?”

Ooh, it’d be good to actually tell you, so Sans does.

“he’s the head of the royal guard, paps trains with her pretty regularly. hm, what can i really say about her? she’s rough around the edges when you first meet her, but reliable to everyone around her. heh, you’d probably get along with her…”

You purposely fall for his words trailing off. Yes, you know this already but you need Sans to tell you first. “But…?”

“...but she’s probably the biggest hater towards humans like you. oh, ‘specially ‘cause you’re an adult? she’d take your soul in a heart-beat.” That pun was weak, but Sans didn’t like how bleak he sounded, “she doesn’t come around here often, but… you know.”

“Yeah… I do…”

Sans furrows his bonebrows, “hey, don’t sweat it, [y/n]. i promised toriel that i’d take care of you, and well… we’re friends now too, so i wanna make sure you’re okay too anyway. i’m sure my bro feels the same way.”

“That’s good. I-I hate being restricted, but I know that it means I really shouldn’t go places without you or Papyrus. Undyne seems pretty dangerous.”

“like i said, she doesn’t come here all that often. she mainly just stays in the waterfalls, which is just down the road from our place. so you can still go where you want on your own if you really want, just probably not that way.”

You smile weakly, “Ah, you know, if I’m being completely honest here… I’m not really in a hurry to leave Snowdin. I don’t want to die, Sans. Is… Is it bad that I don’t want my soul to be taken? Even though I know that my soul could be the key to help free you all. Is it bad that I don’t want to do it?”

Sans huffs a small laugh, his smile softening without him realizing. Damn, you know what? He doesn’t want you to get your soul taken, either. 

“No,” Sans says softly, “it’s not bad at all.”

Maybe that’s all you two need for now to come to a small understanding.

A/N: I'm scared that if I draw that npc monster that there's gonna be at least one person who's gonna say "i wont him in my mouth" and that's cool and all, but sans is already fighting for his spot in this fic against GRILLBY on Wattpad, Quotev, AND Ao3 and he's barely in this damn fic 😭

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2.4 Xianzhou continuance thoughts [part 1]

**SPOILERS** I didn’t think I’d be up for more story ramblings after the entirety of Penacony, but rejoice, our trip back to the Xianzhou has already exceeded my low expectations. So here we are. Ready to yap once more. At this point, I’ve already finished the entire 2.4 story but this post (probably one of three) will only cover up until the stunning Feixiao makes her first appearance, so be wary of any spoilers and later events that I may or may not possibly mention. Who knows.

I started this mission the night of the update so my memory might fail me at some places, but I sorta remember the giddy tone Dan Heng used here when suggesting March should stay on the Express by herself this time. That man is funny when he wants to be and I adore the teasing these two constantly have with each other. Her mentioning other days of the week in fear of another Sunday fiasco happening is hilarious too.

It’s always a welcomed surprise to hear the Trailblazer speak and I’m so thrilled with how often we got that chance throughout this quest. After watching tiny bits of some ZZZ playthroughs and seeing how often their protagonists get to actually speak, I sincerely hope they continue this in the future with HSR because Rachael & Caleb do a fantastic job with them. English dub bias yes, but I have no doubt all the other languages are great too. Anyways, being cautious to whomever is set to guide us around the ship is real valid. We certainly don’t want another Tingyun situation to take place.

Just the mere mention of Feixiao’s name gets me excited to finally see her in game. But is she truly young? Later on, we learn how she and Yukong are war buddies so it leads me to assume they might be similar in age? Our lovable pilot is around 246 years old, so it could be possible? I could be wrong though of course. I will admit to forgetting if the Foxian lifespan is around 300 or 400 years, or if there’s no actual definite lifetime expectancy, but regardless, the ladies continue to look fabulous.

So the Borisin attack starts, Yunli gets a flashy entrance showcasing her strength as she takes ‘em down with Old Mettle and takes a slight interest in Yanqing’s sword.. that eventually leads to her taking it for herself. I wasn’t expecting them to get along right away but I was surprised that she actually snatched the sword away without a word.

They could not have made this dude seem more obviously suspicious if they tried.

I love how we could’ve actually chosen to mention the fake dream we had of the general and Imbibitor Lunae in Penacony. It was a fantastic dream indeed~

When Huaiyan was teased alongside the other characters during the very end of the 2.3 livestream, I naturally assumed he would become playable as well, but now.. eh, I have my doubts since he didn’t get drip marketed like the rest of them. It could’ve been interesting to have an older gentleman as a unit. I mean, I know we have Welt, but he doesn’t really look this old, you know?

Calling one of Yanqing’s prized swords a simple “dagger,” HA. All their bickering is childish in the most fitting way but I do like how Yunli continues to holds onto his sword, saying that if a sword is lost on the battlefield, it should be reclaimed on the battlefield, or something along those lines.

Huaiyan might appear to be real old, but him having some secret mentor strength like your typical anime grandpas tend to have wouldn’t surprise me at all, so I understand March’s idea to prevent any chance of angering the geezer.

The boys!! And.. only them! Dang, they’re really making me wait to see Feixiao huh. I wonder if there was any hidden reason behind her heading over to Scalegorge, unless it really was just to take in the sights. I also wasn’t expecting Moze to be so tall.

I’m afraid that’s just one of the downsides of being apart of the main character’s crew, March.

Teasing Yanqing is everyone’s favorite pastime. I unfortunately don’t have much to say about Lingsha. I think she’s pretty and naturally I’m interested in meeting another Vidyadhara, but that’s all for now.

The continuous back and forth between these kids drags on a bit much for me but I’m 100% with March on seeing this drama unfold even more.

So the kids start their “spar” and the quick glimpses of the 2.4 trailer start to make sense. Originally, I thought their fight was part of the Wardance ceremony, where they had to prove their strength against other competitors or something, but nope. All that fighting was just for a simple sword. The cutscene was animated nicely and I’m grateful the quality remains decent even outside of main story events, but it’s safe to say my focus was pulled away by a certain someone showing up amidst the brawl..

And my god, does she make a statement! Stopping both Yanqing’s slash and Yunli’s giant sword with just a couple fingers?? HELLO?? Ma’am, you’ve been on screen for not even ten seconds and I’m already deep in love with you.

She’s gorgeous. Her eyes are mesmerizing. All the earrings are super cool. Excuse me while I…*deep breath* AAAAAHHH.

The way she quickly evaluates both of their fighting styles correctly.. amazing. I say she’s certainly a battle expert.

No no no, don’t say that. Don’t say you’re a patient and there’s something medically wrong with you because if something bad happens to you I’ll get so upset!

Eeehehe, that wink and confidence stole my heart. I know what else you’re lacking: a lifelong partner! And I volunteer myself!

I just.. really love her design so much! It’s such a welcomed change from the usual outfits we’ve seen among the other ladies of the Xianzhou. The colors are so vibrant too and the jacket is awesome. Heeyyoo Hoyo, if you wanted to sell this jacket I’d totally buy myself one! Just saying!

Hhmm, I’ll end the fangirling here. For now. There’s bound to be much more on the way.

[cain-sawyer-son-of-the-saw]

Just a quick fic.

Warnings: None that I know of, this is just a cute moment.

The year is 1978 and it’s late summer. The last of the cicadas are creating a low hum as the sunset glows a bright orange outside. Rosette, considered a tall woman at 5’6”, with her dark brunette hair and expressive blue eyes sits calmly rocking her three year old son, Cain Jedidiah Jr. Sawyer, in her arms on the swing in the front yard. Her eyes are fixed on the horizon, waiting. Expecting. “Goodness, I hope it won’t be long, now…”, she half-whispers both to herself and to Cain. Little Cain, nearly every inch the miniature image of his father minus his mother’s blue eyes, snaps to attention and tries to see what his mother is looking for. “Pa… pa?”, Cain looks up at his mother’s face inquisitively. Rosette gazes down at that sweet little expression and a warm smile temporarily replaces the concern on her face. “Yeah. Your papa should be home soon, Cay.”, she explains, giving him a little kiss on the forehead as she pats his head, “He’s been out there in those fields all dang day. I bet he’s missin’ us as much as we miss him.”. A small smile forms on the little boy’s features at the kiss from his mama and he snuggles into her chest. Rosette holds him close for several minutes as they rock on the swing. She was quite worried because Bubba had been chasing some uninvited guests but she was not about to show it. She did not want to upset Cain.

In an effort to both calm herself and entertain Cain while they waited, she began to sing softly to him. A song about a teddy bear who travelled among the stars in a little silver boat, a story about making the impossible possible. It began to get darker and crickets started to join the cicadas’ concerto. Finally, raising his head from his mother’s shoulder with a sleepy little yawn, Cain glanced around for his father and on seeing that he still was not in sight, Cain began to whimper. “Sssshhhhh, little one, it’ll be okay.”, Rosette whispered comfortingly, snuggling him close, “There’s a lot of space to walk out there. I’m sure your daddy’s still on his way back.”. Cain began to squirm, making it known to his mother that he wanted to go find Bubba himself. “Now, Cain, you know it’s not safe to go out there…”, Rosette gently reminded him, holding him out before her so she could look into his eyes. There was a look of determination in his eyes, making Rosette sigh deeply. “How about this then? Mama will go with you a little ways into the field and we’ll call out as loud as we can that we’re about to start making dinner. That’s sure to make your daddy hurry up, right?”, she offered, hoping to prevent Cain from getting lost. Cain took a few seconds to think before nodding a yes. “Okay then. Into the field we go!”, Rosette replied with a smile as she stood up, holding Cain close. Along the way toward the field, she did a sort of skip, making Cain bounce and smile again.

In a few minutes, they arrived at the edge of the cornstalks. Rosette only hesitated for a moment as she tried to find an easy way in with her baby boy in her arms but soon, they were surrounded on all sides by corn. Rosette smiled at Cain, who smiled back. “You ready, Cay?”, Rosette asked, watching him nod his head in reply with a tiny grunt, “Okay. When I say three, we both yell out ‘Dinner!’, okay?”. Cain nodded once more, eager to see his father. Rosette allowed herself a small laugh at the thought of the relief of seeing Bubba come back safe before saying, “Alright. One… Two… Thr-“. At that very moment, the corn stalks beside them rustled loudly. As they parted in the low light, a chubby, curly-haired man with a height of about 6’6” appeared, a bit worn out but smiling brightly beneath his leather mask.

“Bubba! You’re safe, oh, thank God…”, Rosette gushed, rushing toward him. Instantly, Cain shouted, “Pa… pa!!!”, reaching out his little arms to be picked up. Bubba leaned over a bit to place a kiss on Rosette’s lips, emitting a purring noise from deep in his chest and then he seemed to light up even more as he took their son into his arms, hugging him close. Cain tugged on Bubba’s shirt collar and tie, letting him know that he wanted to sit on his shoulders. Bubba made an affirmative noise that sounded something like, “Yuh” as he placed Cain on his shoulders. Cain responded with a happy cooing sound as he went right for his favorite calming activity- grabbing, not pulling, Bubba’s curls. “We both missed ya all day, hun.”, Rosette said, laughing with relief as she wrapped her arms around Bubba, who happily wrapped one arm around her to hold her close while his other arm held Cain in place. He chuckled lowly, finally able to relax. Cain practically shrieked as he started to giggle.

@puppet200 , Idk, cute short fic.