#Even less squishy as the masked man

[commandernachos]

Blorbi

[bugeater101]

Mask On

Synopsis: Chan in a mask. That's it.

Content: dom!Chan x fem!reader, mask kink, mentions of anonymous sex, spanking, daddy kink, unprotected sex (I STG WEAR CONDOMS), reverse cowgirl, pwp.

Word Count: 1.0 k

Author's Notes: Okay so I have a huge mask kink that I will never admit to (except rn Ig?) and SEEING CHAN IN A MASK IN THE TEASER 🗣🗣🗣 I finally got to write around to writing this short fic since I finished that Jeongin fics tee hee. also that angsty fic i'm writing is going to come out after i calm down from losing a lot of my work that i did on it 💀. enjoy !! <3

Taglist: @scribblemetae @mygsis, @9900z @taekbokki,@imtoooyoungforthisshit, @jihanlovic

Chris panted for breath beneath the black fabric. Condensation had built against his face and it had become a battle trying to gulp down air. The soaked cloth clung to his skin and, though he was otherwise completely naked, the mask made him feel like he was suffocating. Nevertheless, it remained on. He didn't dare take it off; not when he knew how it made you think, not when he knew how much you liked it.

"Fucking ride it, y/n," he groaned out in a low voice, holding your hips as he watched your ass bounce on his cock. "You t-take it so well, baby."

"Only for Daddy," you whimpered, "only take Daddy's cock like this." You were pained that you couldn't see his face right now with your back to him. However, even if you turned around, you knew that you couldn't see anything but his dark eyes as the rest was obstructed by his black mask. But that was what you wanted to see: the obstructed face of a masked man attached to the chiselled body of your boyfriend, slicked in sweat.

You didn't know exactly why you liked men in masks. Maybe all that shit on Tik Tok about fucking boys in Ghostface masks from Scream, Mandalorian helmets from Star Wars, or in the mask Ghost wire in COD had permeated your subconscious and brainwashed you. Maybe it was because masks gave Chan a sense of anonymity, like you were just fucking a stranger for fun who couldn't care less about you. Or, possibly, it created a separation in intimacy and granted Chris greater authority over you, like he was a faceless God who you could not read and, in turn, had no power over. Or, most likely, you just liked to fuck the faceless body of your boyfriend and use him as your own personal dildo. Either way, the mask always managed to change Chris just as much as it aroused you. It made him cool and collected and, consequently, made you seem even more desperate and needy.

There was just something about masks that did it for you and you couldn't ever figure it out. To be fair, you didn't really need to know why that mask made you want to be fucked until you passed out. You just know that you like Chris and that you like masks, so it didn't take a mathematician to figure out that you liked to fuck Chris in a mask. Plus, the situation became even more intoxicating when he let you call him Daddy when wearing a mask while he sinks his fat cock into you and makes you cum multiple times.

What could you say? You had the best boyfriend.

"Take Daddy's cock, baby," he whispered cooly, voice muffled from the moist material and heavy breathing. "Work for it. Make me cum into the perfect pussy of my pretty girl." His sweet words were quickly contrasted by a particularly harsh smack to your ass, leaving a red handprint on the squishy flesh. To please the man below you, you bounced harder on his length, your thighs burning from the act. Chan—even in this state of utter bliss and dominance—noticed and tightened his grip on your hips, guiding you up and down his heavy cock and forcing you to the hilt with every stroke.

"D-don't slow down," he growled, "Don't you dare fucking stop." His words made you whimper, dying to slow down despite the impertinent need to continue until you came at least thrice more and were filled with his cum.

"Chris, it's too much, I—fuck!"

Noticing your slowing pace, Chris began upwardly thrusting into you, fucking his cock up into your cunt and making you hum with each bounce. His hands dug into the flesh of your hips to ground himself, occasionally separating from you just so he could lay another slap on your ass before resuming his harsh hold on you with added gusto. With each thrust, he was practically lifting you up and pulling you down onto his cock, not daring to let up the pace. As his tip began to kiss your cervix and leak precum, you arched your back and fell forward, leveraging your hips to bounce eagerly and meet his thrusts halfway.

Despite your exhaustion, you dared not stop; you felt too good to allow your exertion to consume you. With your next orgasm fast approaching, your cunt tightened around Chan's cock and hugged it, urging him to finish inside and fill you up. Chris, however, gave no indication that he was approaching his climax. This is what the mask did to him: it stripped him of all weakness and made him edgier, with no mercy as his domineering side consumed him. He became a dom in a way you had never experienced when he was completely naked. It was as if the mask allowed him a separation from you, as if it made him more primal and allowed him to hide his (usually humiliating) level of neediness for you. While it allowed him to conceal his carnality, it only exacerbated your embarrassing desperation for him.

Since the mask was only for special occasions, you knew that you needed to get your fill of this Chan. You were determined to finish in this position just so you could turn around and continue face-to-face with him, allowing his cold gaze to lock eyes with you as you feebly rode his dick. Yet, while you would fall apart on him, Chris would just study you riding him, as if his eyes were saying all that needed to be told.

Maybe that was why you liked masks so much: just as much as the mask itself turned you on, what really made it complete was what it did to Chan.

"Ride it harder, y/n," he growled through the sweat and slobber-soaked fabric. "Maybe, if you fuck me right, I might just let you see my face when I fuck my cum into you when you're too exhausted to keep going."

[keysorsomething]

Easing Into it

Chapter two of The Shape :) Thanks so much for all of the support

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Cross-posted on Ao3

Nikto had…. changed after your interaction in the armory.

Usually distant, both physically and emotionally, Nikto had started doing… odd things. Like, when you stand next to each other, he slowly shuffles into you until your shoulders meet. Sometimes he’d lower his head down close to your neck until you could feel his hot breath through his mask on your skin as he stood ever-threateningly behind you. You weren’t sure what that one was about, but you’d feel him burning holes in the back of your skull as he studied the back of your head.

You two hadn’t talked about what happened that night, but it was clear to see. He wanted more. You had given him a taste of water after days of walking through the desert. Something sweet after years of having nothing but bland, lifeless mush. He was trying to hold himself together, but each stroke of your fingers against his chest - well, not even really his chest, his chest plate, had driven him insane. He still felt it. At night, in his bed, instead of the memories of the pain he experienced in that room, the feelings ghosting over him were your fingers. Gentle, cautious.

You were yet to tell him you were trying to scare him off. You’re sure you won’t ever. You almost feel bad. Looking at him these past few days, he looked much… better. His eyes were usually red and shiny as if he spent the whole night crying and he was about to start up again at the smallest inconvenience. It was absurd to think of, the strong semi-standoffish stoic man crying so much. At all. He always looked a bit like someone with the firm belief that boys don’t cry.

But that had to be the answer - he was crying. Or maybe not sleeping. Or maybe he sleeps with his eyes open. Anyway, what he was doing before had stopped. Or at least been doing it less (more?). His eyes looked like he was blinking on occasion, which was actually mildly upsetting because there goes your Christmas present for him.

You shake your head to get rid of the train of thought when you feel him press his side further into yours. He’d even started eating in his room and then rushing out just to sit with you while you ate. It was kinda cute. He seemed a little like a puppy. A big, scary puppy that your neighbor insists on putting down because he scares her kids.

You take a sip of your drink, eyes flicking to him and then back to your food. He didn’t talk like this, like how he used to not talk to you when he’d stand there, watching your every move. You guess this was the next phase of his study of you. He was a very curious being, you guessed.

“Nikto,” You address him, placing your drink down.

“Да?” He asks as he says your name. His blue eyes turn down to you. His eyes are downturned, and almost… beautiful when they aren’t all red and puffy. The white is shiny, like fancy pearls on a necklace. And the blue of his irises is only ever more blue. A striking icy lake that you’re daring to step on, hearing as each step causes it to crack.

He was suffocating you. The pressure of his fingers against your jugular notch had never quite left since it first met the squishy flesh. Your lungs stopped fully expanding.

“We have to talk,” He stiffens up at the words, his back straightening so much that his shoulder stops touching yours. “Nothing bad, I just,” You lower your voice. It was loud in the Mess Hall, but you didn’t want anyone to overhear. Did this count at fraternization? Not that you think it really mattered, this being a PMC and all. And you weren’t sure if anyone who was there would actually scold you for it. You decided not to risk it. And even if nobody was gonna clock you and write you up, you’re sure Nikto would not like anyone to overhear. “I wanna know what’s up-” you pause “-man,” you tack it on, but quickly feel like you shouldn’t have. Who the fuck calls a guy like this man?

“What do you mean by that?” He says your name as his eyes narrow down at you. He scoots away from you ever so slightly.

“You… you,” You aren’t sure how to phrase it, so you instead stand, wrap your hand around his bicep, and pull him out of the room. This was not going to look like what it was, but you didn’t care. Well, you did, as you walked past the former Shadow Company table, feeling Roze’s confused eyes on your back and hearing Graves chuckle. But that didn’t matter.

So what if Graves thought you were freaking it in the storage closet you so ungracefully push Nikto into. Nobody listened to him anyway. It was hard to when he was the dude that had the American flag bedsheets.

Nikto was very stiff. He had no clue what to do, and he did not like being forced into the small, dark room. You turn the lights on, step into the closet, and shut the door behind you. You sigh heavily, trying to formulate your words.

“Nikto,” You start, trying to figure it out. “So, you’ve been,” The wording is lost on you more as each one comes out. “You don’t have to sneak contact from me, you know?” You figure it out. “I’m willing to help.”

Nikto still looks scared, eyes flickering around. You bet his first thought was some Russian form of “buy me dinner first”. This looked much, much worse than you meant it to.

“Not like that,” You correct, and he just eyes you more confusedly. “I mean, not yet..? Look,” You sigh, covering your face in your hands. “I mean,” Your hands extend, pulling his face into them. He doesn’t yank back right away, but he sure looks like he’s going to. “Relax,” You whisper to him, gently dragging your thumb across where the fabric of his mask meets the blast plate. The metal is cold on your skin, and the fabric is rough. Very rough. He shivers hearing your whisper.

Huh, you didn’t take him for a guy who would have an autonomous sensory meridian response. His eyes quickly relax, fluttering shut. You just keep stroking with your hand, thumb pad petting the high part of his cheek as your other fingers meet his neck and under his jaw. Your other hand reached up and stroked two fingers over his forehead. Like how you had touched his chest that night. You weren’t sure if he felt anything you did up there, but it felt right.

His head turns to the side, letting you pet him as you please. This is so fucking weird, you think to yourself, but he doesn’t push away. You whisper to him, random reassuring nonsense. Mostly just to watch and feel as he shivers hearing it. He leans forward slowly, inching closer and closer until his head rests on your shoulder. Your hands have to move at that point, down to his shoulders and upper back.

“Okay, Big Guy, stay awake,” You tell him, no longer whispering.

“Feels good,” He grunts out. He takes a moment to figure out the word for it in English, before giving up. “дрожать,” he mumbles, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“I know, but you gotta stay awake,” You tell him, and he moves back, his spine popping as he does. He rubs his masked face, sighing lowly. You brace your hands on his shoulders, he looks wobbly. He eases back, standing to his full height.

“We… would like to do this again,” He announces, voice a low whisper.

“Well, I can do that for you, Nikto,” You tell him, watching as his eyes dip down to the floor. “I, uhm, I’ll come by your room tonight?” You offer and quickly feel his gaze wash over you.

“Да, tonight,” He nods. You sit in silence for a moment for a while, before he pushes past you. He opens the door, disappearing around the corner as he once more melts off into the walls. You take a few steps to follow him, stopping in the doorway.

You hear a soft sound from behind the door and turn to look behind it. Your eyes quickly settle on a group of your other coworkers, hiding behind the door. They were eavesdropping on you.

Horangi waves at you, trying to hold in a giggle. Roze’s hands are on his shoulders, she was probably leaning over him to hear better. Klaus stands behind the two of them.

“See you tonight,” Klaus mocks. Fucking Santa. You huff, rubbing your forehead as you beg them to not say anything to anyone, especially not König or Nikto. Any form of confrontation was going to get your ass killed.

You ask them to at least let them have tonight. They all agree, willing to let you have one last night of fun before you die. Though you feel it’s going to be more petting and a lot of whispering, and no real fun.

[justabeewithapen]

:0 if you have ideas for a maskless hero drawing then i want to see it! but if not then what would the others reactions be if they see him without the mask(considering TLQ didnt know that it was a mask i think the others would have the same idea except for contrarian)?

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! I had these grand visions of drawing all of them, then that task was so daunting I kept pushing this back. I didn't draw everyone, but I did draw the most important one. Firstly, the list of people who knew Hero's helmet wasn't his face: Smitten - While a peaceful creature himself (unless righteous justice is needed) Smitten has seen the after-math of other employees from less kindly monsters. His first and only concern when seeing Hero was fixing that man's horrible haircut. No one knows how he learned to cut hair considering his head is a skull, but I don't think anyone is brave enough to ask. Cold - One of the less peaceful monsters, he's blown a few heads off employees before and has picked up on helmets because of how they shatter. He thinks they're more like some sort of artificial shell employees wear for protection like they do the nutcracker body, and they're not far off! Cold would mock Hero for willingly leaving his protective casing and then would be tackled by TLQ as he loads his shotgun Contrarian - Being a masked they obviously know how people work. If he ran into Hero without his helmet he wouldn't be too different. Assuming Hero lets them, they would be far more touchy-feely and grabby, and more of that 'blood' substance might leak from their face on instinct. They wouldn't convert him, but it would be more obvious the urge is there. Skeptic - While he can't see he has pieced together from the way Hero talks that he wears something over his face. Skeptic envisions it more like a carapace situation like bugs, physically apart of Hero and hiding the squishy undersides. If Hero allowed (he would but he would be very anxious) I think Skeptic would want to sniff and feel Hero's face with his own to get an idea of it. He would also probably suggest Hero get his hair preened by Cheated because he is very good at it. Stubborn - Stubborn has eaten a lot more employees than Hero would be comfortable knowing about. It doesn't make any difference to Stubborn, but he would make fun of Hero's "baby face" because he doesn't have any scars. Secondly, people who did not know the helmet came off: Broken - Broken is always very touchy-feely when interacting with Hero. Because his acid is so light Hero's suit is perfectly capable of resisting it for pretty long periods of time. The same does not apply to skin however. Broken would probably try and climb up Hero like it normally does, only to be startled out when Hero freaks out because their goop burns on skin. They would """"run"""" off to mope until Hero finds them to promise there aren't any hard feelings. Cheated - Like Stubborn he immediately comments on Hero's lack of scars. While startled to find out the helmet wasn't Hero's face, Cheated is pretty quick to accept that fact and move on. He would offer to preen Hero's hair and would actually be more comfortable around Hero. Having a face to read emotions off of makes him more comfortable, even though Hero normally has a very expressive voice. Hunted - Hunted already has fairly bad eyesight, so the only thing this changes for him is that it is slightly easier to separate Hero's head from the background of facilities. Normally Hunted stares at Hero's chest when they talk because his bright green suit is a good spot to focus on. The thought Hero also has an exoskeleton is easy to understand, but Hunted would be freaked out at the idea Hero is putting back on his old 'molts' instead of moving to new ones!! Do you want to be less protected squishy friend???? Opportunist - Similar to Hunted it is not hard for him to accept that Hero has an exoskeleton. He is less caught up on the removable aspect, but he is suddenly very interested in the helmet itself. There is no way he didn't try and steal it at least once... or twice. Paranoid - Very much freaked out and bothered that the helmet isn't his face. The first time Hero takes it off Paranoid has a breakdown trying to figure out why Hero is

[voraciousvore]

Bucky's (35/44)

***Contains mouthplay, soft vore, hard vore, fatality, and gore!***

Chapter 35: It's a Giant-Eat-Giant World

The pain ceased, and Ronny was finally able to breathe again. He tried to stand, but he was cloaked in something dark and heavy. The world he knew was gone, the office was gone, and he was shrouded in blackness. He struggled to stand, pressed down by soft heaviness, and groped blindly around him, but he could hardly move. The floor quaked beneath him, knocking him over, and suddenly he was lifted and tossed around like he was on a roller coaster. He tumbled down a terrifying distance, sliding against rough fabric, until he smacked against a hard surface back in the light, momentarily blinded. 

His disorientation was magnified by an enormous, bellowing laugh that blew out his ears. “I don’t believe it! Look how puny he is!” a deafening roar that sounded like Mr. Hardon, but so much louder and fuller, exploded in the sky above him. “Candy, come here darling, let me compare.” 

Ronny felt thundering vibrations above and around him, as if a building had come to life and started moving. Candy shrieked somewhere behind him, but like Mr. Hardon, her voice was magnified and resonated through the air. Something large, much larger than him, plunked on the wood beside him. Ronny, squinting as his eyes adjusted, looked up to behold a Giantess standing over him. She was huge, at least five times his size. A towering shadow moved into Ronny’s peripheral, and he snapped his head around to find a gigantic naked man, twice the height of the woman, looming above him. Oddly enough, he had breadcrumbs and melted cheese stuck to his body. 

“What the fuck!” Ronny shouted, an angry tone masking his fear. He had no clue where these huge people had come from or what was going on. Two colossal misshapen objects, liked beached whales, slammed down on either side of him, making him jump. A dark shape eclipsed the light. Ronny cast his eyes upward and experienced the shock of his life. Mr. Hardon was leaning over him, impossibly massive, like a planet—so vast, he couldn’t see all of him. 

Two humongous, ridged walls of skin closed around him and pulled him up hundreds of feet. Ronny ascertained with dread he was being pinched between the Giant’s plump fingertips, his arms and legs pinned. Mr. Hardon’s face, gruesome in its size, encompassed the entire room. His freakish grin petrified Ronny when he registered the awful truth: He was small. And not just small like a human, oh no. Much smaller—insignificant, infinitesimal, virtually microscopic. He was about the size of a single tooth in that mocking grin that seemed to stretch into infinity. The smile widened and the white blocks of bone came apart to show off the landscape of a moist pink tongue stretching into foreboding darkness.

Ronny didn’t get a chance to protest, or reason with his former boss, or even scream. He was quickly placed inside his mouth, sinking into the squishy, slimy tongue as the prison of teeth slammed shut around him. The tongue rolled underneath him like waves in a tumultuous sea, frothing with saliva. Mr. Hardon hummed in his throat, a sound that rumbled like thunder all around Ronny. The inside of the mouth was bigger than his living room, and far less pleasant: warm, wet, and putrid. 

Ronny whined pitiably with fright as his mind grasped what was happening. This wasn’t how he wanted to die, to be reduced to nothing but a crumb in the belly of his old boss. He regretted ever eating any humans or putting them in his mouth. He thought about how Candy and Tanya must have felt when he engulfed them in his jaws against their will, particularly when swallowing Tanya, and he wanted to cry. If he was swallowed now, it would be the end. He’d never see Tanya again. He’d never be able to tell her how sorry he was, or how much he loved her. 

By some miracle, the mouth around him opened, and two gigantic fingers grasped him and pulled him out. He fell and landed in Mr. Hardon’s open palm, wet and shivering. Mr. Hardon sniggered at him, his lips curling. Ronny huddled into a pathetic lump, hugging himself with shaking arms. 

“You won’t believe this, Ronny! You taste like coffee! Dark and bitter. Personally, I prefer my coffee a little sweeter than that,” Mr. Hardon boomed, making Ronny cringe. “Actually, the three of you would make a great pairing if you were more like hot chocolate. Leon would be the marshmallows and Candy would sweeten it all with caramel.” He slurped his lips with his big meaty tongue, and Ronny recoiled at the sight. 

“Anyways, Ronny, before I eat you, I have to inform you of what a lovely time I had in prison, thanks to you calling the cops on me!” He scowled, a paralyzing sight, and his tone dripped with sarcasm and hatred. “I really ought to do more to you, to show you my appreciation!” His lips, miles wide, curled into a vicious snarl. Ronny shuddered. 

The door handle jiggling on the outside made Mr. Hardon pause and turn his head. The door was locked, so whoever was trying to open the door couldn’t get inside. Both Candy and Leon shouted for help from the surface of the desk, making Mr. Hardon shoot daggers at them to cow them into silence. Large fists banged on the door aggressively. 

“Whoever that is, he won’t be able to get in,” Mr. Hardon scoffed smugly. He directed his attention back to the shrunken man in his palm, no larger than a pill. “Say goodbye, Ronny.” He popped Ronny back into his mouth and swallowed him whole, without hesitation. Ronny, swimming in a bath of saliva in his mouth, was sucked into his gigantic gullet and found himself plunging down his tightening throat like a dark waterslide. Ronny let out a piercing scream as he dropped down the seemingly endless, hot, fleshy tube. He splashed into a gurgling, sweltering sack of living meat and realized he was going to die. Candy cried out in alarm. 

“You’re next, Candy!” Mr. Hardon shouted, grabbing her off the desk. She screamed, knowing the savage Giant was hungry for revenge. The beating from the other side of the door became frantic. 

“Let me in!” Martin’s voice bellowed. With a monumental crash, he finally succeeded in breaking down the door and stormed into the room. “Candy!” 

“He ate Ronny!” she wailed. Martin rushed forward to rescue Candy and attacked Mr. Hardon, gripping his wrist so tightly that a bone in his arm snapped. Mr. Hardon cursed venomously. Martin, as a bigger Giant, was able to overpower the man and wrenched Candy out of his hand, quickly depositing her on the desk so she wouldn’t be harmed in the scuffle.  

“Give him one of those pills! They’re in his pants pocket!” Leon yelled. Martin snaked his hand into Hardon’s pocket and snagged the pill bottle. Hardon, grimacing in pain, spat in his face. Martin shoved him to the ground, fumbled with the bottle to open it, and stuffed a pill into his jaws. He pushed up forcibly on his chin, stretching out his neck and making him swallow. Hardon coughed, pushing fruitlessly against Martin’s hulking mass that glued him to the floor. 

“No!” he snarled, but his facial expression changed when he felt a burning in his gut that made his insides convulse. He turned his head to the side, coughing as a small object ascended in his throat, and burped, spitting out whatever the thing was. Martin looked on, stunned, as he watched the Giant start to shrink down. The huge body he had pinned beneath him crumbled in on itself, leaving only the man’s empty clothes where pillars of flesh had once been. His old boss shrank until he disappeared into a puny lump inside his shirt. Martin, still on his hands and knees, stared with incredulity at the little bump in the fabric that had once been a Giant. He couldn’t believe what his own eyes had just witnessed; it seemed impossible. 

Mr. Hardon didn’t know that Candy had her cellphone with her the whole time. Now that she could afford her phone bills, and didn’t have to wear the skimpy office clothes without pockets that Mr. Hardon had insisted upon when he was boss, she was always careful to keep her phone on her person, just in case. While Mr. Hardon was distracted tormenting Leon and Ronny, she frantically called and texted Martin for help. As soon as he spotted the texts, her Giant boyfriend sprang into action. Thus, he already knew about the pills and the whole situation before he arrived at the boss’s office. 

Martin poked at the living mass in the shirt, making it jump in surprise. He rummaged under the fabric, collected the warm body in his hand, and pulled out a very frightened, and very small, Mr. Hardon. Like Leon, he was larger than human size, perhaps around nine feet tall, but he still fit snugly in Martin’s massive hand. 

Martin glowered at the shrunken man, causing him to cower. He hadn’t thought through what to do next and considered his options. He gazed down at his girlfriend and the miniature version of Leon, covered in food remnants from the sandwich. “Are you guys alright?” 

“Yes… but…” Candy sputtered. “What about Ronny?” Martin’s eyes widened. He looked down at Mr. Hardon again, but recognized that he was too small to have another man in his stomach. He recalled seeing him burp up something before he shrank and examined the floor around his feet. At first, he saw a moving speck that he thought was nothing more than a bug, until he noticed the living creature had the skin tone of a man. Carefully, he dropped to his knees to take a closer peek, wrapping his fingers around Mr. Hardon into a secure fist so he couldn’t sneak away. The little thing on the ground was vibrating violently.  

Martin squinted, bringing his face in closer to see better. He was absolutely flabbergasted to see the tiny creature was, in fact, Ronny, but shrunken down to the size of one of Martin’s fingernails. Ronny was huddled up into a tiny ball, senseless with distress. Martin had no love whatsoever for this man, but despite this fact he still felt a pang of sympathy for the agony he must be enduring. He needed to get him off the floor so he wouldn’t inadvertently step on him. He reached out with his free hand and with the upmost gentleness tried to pick him up between his finger and thumb. Ronny squeaked with fright at his touch and leapt to his feet.  

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s just me,” Martin reassured him, keeping his voice low and soothing. Ronny gazed up at the massive, yet familiar, face with terror. Just because the two had made amends didn’t mean he wasn’t afraid of what Martin was capable of.  

“Trust me, I won’t hurt you,” Martin murmured, offering his hand. “You can’t stay on the floor like this. I might step on you by mistake.” Ronny shuddered at the thought and stared at Martin’s hand. Even with it laying flat on the floor, the edge of his hand was taller than his current height. He trembled. 

However, as bitter as Ronny had been toward Martin, he understood his Giant coworker well enough to know he was soft. Martin was a very kind and gentle man, and wouldn’t hurt a fly. Or a man the size of a fly. With a huff, Ronny made his decision and struggled to clamber up into Martin’s hand. He traveled to the dip in the center and flopped down, crossing his arms. To Ronny, the Giant hand felt as big as a studio apartment. He was ashamed, small and naked and slippery with digestive juices as he was. 

His stomach dropped as Martin returned to his full, staggering height and allowed him to dismount onto the desk. Ronny kept his head down as he walked to the edge of Martin’s spacious hand and slid down the side, looking down at the huge feet of the other two people stretching above him on the desk. He hated to think that he was smaller than even a human. He felt useless and insignificant.  

“Ronny… was that true? What Mr. Hardon said?” Candy questioned.  

Ronny furrowed his brow and finally forced himself to look up at her, puzzled. It was surreal, seeing the diminutive woman, who could normally fit easily into his hand, so tall above him, at such an angle. In his current state, his whole body measured about a foot, so his head didn’t even reach her knee. “Huh?” He didn’t understand what she was talking about. 

She crouched down to his level and gripped his shoulders in earnest with her uncomfortably large hands. “Were you the one that called the police? When Mr. Hardon tried to kidnap me?” She looked at him intensely. Ronny drank in the details of her face that were normally too small for him to see, now blown up and oversized. He had never noticed before that Candy had blue eyes. He was discomfited by this observation. 

“Y-yeah…” he admitted. He never wanted to tell Candy the truth, perhaps because he was ashamed of himself and didn’t feel right about it: He didn’t deserve any sort of thanks or praise. He did the only thing that any sensible person would do, even though it took him too long to make the right choice. 

“Ronny… I never knew… thank you…” Overcome, she gave Ronny a big hug. He stood there stiffly but felt pink tint his cheeks as he was pressed up to her gigantic, buxom chest. He felt all the more awkward, being filthy and naked, but Candy with her simple, innocent soul didn’t seem to notice or care. Even so, her gratitude warmed his heart. 

While Ronny and Candy were talking, Martin was distracted by Mr. Hardon. He clenched his fist around the man, feeling rage boil in his guts as he thought about all the horrible abuses he had inflicted upon Candy. Mr. Hardon glared back defiantly. 

“How did you get out of prison?” Martin growled. 

Mr. Hardon, despite his vulnerable position, smirked. “I’m a wealthy and privileged man, Martin. Men like me, at the top of the food chain, don’t have to follow the same rules as the plebeians we step on every day. I’m immune.” 

Mr. Hardon knew Martin well. He knew that Martin was a gentle Giant, who disliked hurting anyone smaller and weaker than himself. He was betting that Martin would spare him, despite finding him beyond repulsive. He’d weather the storm, return to his normal size, and go back to doing whatever he wanted, without consequences, impervious to the law and shielded by the company. He gave Martin a smug grin, assured in his blatant narcissism that he was untouchable, even when shrunk. 

Mr. Hardon was wrong, horribly wrong. Martin was gentle, but he would do anything to protect Candy. And the miniaturized Giant in his hand was a huge threat. Martin realized, if the law was not on his side, he would have to take matters into his own hands, as ugly and distasteful as it may be. He knew, as long as Hardon was alive and free, he wouldn’t leave Candy alone, and he’d continue to propagate evil. He needed to eliminate this man, while he had the chance, for Candy’s safety. 

He glanced down at the desk again, at the three tiny people of various sizes. Hardon had swallowed Ronny entirely, and almost ate Leon in a sandwich. He undoubtedly would’ve eaten Candy too. Black fury inflamed his heart. Hardon deserved just as brutal of an end. Martin picked up the sandwich that was on the desk and regarded it pensively. Mr. Hardon paled. 

“W-what are you doing with that?” he asked nervously. Martin didn’t answer him. He opened the sandwich, and Hardon thrashed in horror as he realized what Martin was planning to do. “W-w-wait a second, Martin, let’s talk about this!” Martin ignored his pleas and stuffed him into the sandwich, clamping the slices of bread together so just his head was sticking out. “No, stop!” 

“You wouldn’t have spared Leon, or Ronny, or Candy, or anybody else,” Martin observed coldly. “Why should I spare you?”  

Mr. Hardon bit his lip, at a loss for words. “Um…” Martin opened his mouth wide, strings of drool trailing from his molars. “NO!! NO NO NO NO-” the old boss screamed as his head disappeared into Martin’s mouth. Martin bit down level with his shoulder blades, cutting off his exclamations. His teeth crunched clear through the skin, bones, and flesh. A burst of blood erupted onto his tongue and the squishy sacks that comprised the man’s organs spilled out of his smashed chest. Martin chewed, cracking his skull and mashing the mouthful into a pulp before swallowing. Even though Hardon was dead, Martin continued to eat the rest of the sandwich. He finished it in a few bites, blood running down his lips and chin. He casually grabbed a napkin from the plastic bag and wiped the crimson streams off his face. 

Ronny, Candy, and Leon all stared on in horror. Martin gazed down at them and flushed with embarrassment. “S-sorry you had to witness that,” he stammered. After some hesitation, he added, “I’m—um—not normally the type to do something like that, but it was necessary in this case… plus, you know, I’m a Maneater by blood… it comes naturally to me…” He gulped.  

The other three continued to gape. Candy was appalled, never guessing her boyfriend was capable of such a deed, but she had to admit to herself she was relieved that Mr. Hardon was gone. She would never have to fear him sneaking up behind her, plucking her off her desk, carrying her into his office, eating her, toying with her, sticking her in his pants. She could finally feel safe at work. She had to concede, too, that the end was fitting for such an evil man who consumed others, to be consumed himself. He deserved a bloody, violent death for his odious crimes. 

“Oh! Ronny, we need to get you cleaned up before that stomach acid burns your skin,” Martin remarked. He reached out a Giant hand smeared with blood to grab him. Tiny Ronny flinched at the sight. Martin curled his fingers back and retreated, a pained expression on his face. 

“S-sorry,” he mumbled, cleaning off his bloodstained hand with another napkin. “Better?” He placed his hand level with the side of the desk, so Ronny could hop into his palm without having to climb. Ronny gulped but dropped into his hand, sliding down into the dip in the center. Martin lifted his hand with a slow, fluid movement. 

“I’ll be right back,” he assured Candy and Leon, stepping out of the office and closing the door behind him. He rubbed a drop of blood off his lower lip with the back of his free hand and sighed. He felt like a monster. He didn’t want to admit it to anyone, but Mr. Hardon had tasted surprisingly good. He was flavored like salami—perfect for a sandwich. 

Chapter 36

Chapter 1

[ruinmegently]

pull me under — felix / wash

context: Wash ends up getting taken with the New Republic group. Some time has passed.

Wrote this for my partner and wanted to share. 🍯

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He's a monster, right? Like, ain't nothin normal goin on up in that head'a his. Or, maybe a few things. Cause Felix can function — he can pretend to be a person and not a thing wearing a skin suit — but that doesn't mean it's easy, or that the rage that makes up more of his being than muscle or sinew is any simpler to control.

He's mad at everything. The whole fuckin world. Let it rot. It would've let him. Eye for an eye, after all.

But most especially he's mad at Agent fuckin Washington.

The guy's gonna ruin everything with his swimmy gross baby blues and disgusting smile. Felix could handle it, really, he's had his fair share of pretty faces to fuck around with.

But the niceness? The way Wash makes him feel seen?

Fuck off with that, man.

"Hey," Wash says, nudging Felix's shoulder with his own. They sit side by side on the edge of the dock, feet dangling above the underground lake. They could dive in. Sink into the pitch. Let the hungry unfamiliar fish pick them apart until they're nothing but bone, indistinguishable.

"Where are you?"

Felix shakes his head, glassy eyes focusing in. He squints at Wash.

"Right here, ya dumb fuck."

Those awful eyes watch him for a good long while. A hum builds in the other man's throat. Wash turns away with a half-smile. Stares down into the blips of bioluminescent tendrils swimming around in the lake.

"It's okay, you know. To wander off. Just come back and say 'hello' every now and then."

Their hands are so close. Rough and calloused, palms resting on the wooden dock. A pinky finger inches over and lays across Felix's own. Felix jolts his hand back like he's touched the hot burning eye of a stove. Wash doesn't say anything, doesn't move away. Just keeps looking into the depths of the lake, that idiot smile still warming one corner of his mouth.

Felix scowls down at his own hand, now lying palm-up in his lap. He wants to reach over and dig his nails into the squirming, squishy meat of Wash. Needs to see this guy bleeds the same kinda blood as everybody else. Just a worm. Just as insignificant as the people whose lives Felix has destroyed in the wake of his own madness.

The army really makes a man outta ya, huh?

He doesn't rip Wash apart. He should, and he knows this bone-deep. But he doesn't.

"Ya ever wonder why we're here?" he says instead, the words pouring out cause he's too full and drowning and Wash has poked enough holes to ease the pressure but maybe Felix has gotten used to it — to bursting at the seams, spilling out so quick reckless violent there's even less of himself left than the people he ends up washing away.

Wash snorts. Shakes his head. Felix feels compelled to clarify. A certain heat rises on the nape of his neck. His words run away with themselves, he's just the guy stuck watching them leave.

"Like, what the fuck's the point, right? People like us? We should'a died a long fuckin time ago. I mean, we're damaged goods all pieced together, just waitin for the repo man to come collect. Meanwhile John Doe down the street keels over due to a heart attack and leaves behind his husband of fifteen years and like two-and-a-half daughters. That ain't fair. Life's not fuckin fair. So why us? Why are we here?"

Panting (because of the tirade, and not because of the tight coil in his chest only cinching tighter, nope, fuck you), Felix turns wild eyes onto the guy sitting placidly beside him like Fi ain't some monster in the closet.

"Two and a ... half?"

Wash blinks at Felix.

Felix blinks at Wash.

"... that's what you took away from that?"

"I mean, how can you have half a daughter? Even if she's really short, she's still one whole person."

"I fucking hate you."

Wash grins like he's in a long running contest with a star to see who's more luminous.

Felix bares his teeth, the mask of crazy slipping through. It's too much, okay? He can only take so much of himself. He blew Locus off again about the mission. Second time in as many months. Big guy's getting suspicious. Not that there's anything to be suspicious of, just. It isn't like Felix to not jump the gun.

And fuck, he ain't even riding another gun. Because of course it's some demisexual romantic piece of shit he's developed this garbage fucking crush—

Wash reaches over again. The dumb idiot pinky curls around Felix's (when did he drop his hand, put it back there between them?) and this time Felix just stares at it. At this point of contact between them. At the second try despite Felix's earlier rejection, reaction.

At the sound of that same gentle hum building in the back of Wash's throat.

"C'mon big bad, you know why."

Felix looks away. Stares so deeply into the water he imagines he can see pale sightless eyes roaming in the deep.

"Because if I'm stronger than you, and if I'm faster than you, then I can kill you." Yeah. Simple, easy. He's here because he's better. Because he's a survivor, a murder—

"What?" Wash says with a laugh. He shakes his head, smile at odds with the perplexed look Felix gives him. "No no no."

The Freelancer scoots closer. His pinky finger squeezes gently. He stares forward while Felix digs a crazed (needful, desperate) glare into the side of his head.

"You're strong, yeah. And you're fast. And that's what helped you survive when all the odds were against you, sure."

Wash takes a deep breathe.

"But that's not why you're here, Felix."

The guy turns, then. Gives Fi a once-over that crawls beneath his pores and digs up all his secrets. The ones that really matter.

"You're here cause you're not done. Sure, maybe John Doe down the street has a family, but that's not the only important thing, you know? You're just as important. The life you haven't lived yet, matters. The story you haven't told yet, it means something."

Wash shrugs, kicking his heels into the water. Droplets splash up. He watches them attentively, seemingly lost in thought.

"Just because you don't know why doesn't mean there isn't a reason."

Felix pops.

He pulls their gently joined hands apart only to fist through Wash's short blonde hair.

Drags him in for a vicious kiss. One that proves how unholy Felix is. He groans dirtily into Wash's mouth, parted on a surprised gasp, and before the wild animal inside Fi drives him into quite literally biting out Wash's pretty wiggling tongue, Felix—

Jerks back and shoves Washington into the lake.

They guy drops like a rock, only, y'know, with a yelp and a whole lotta flailing.

Wash breaches the surface quickly and yells, "Fucking asshole!" but he's giggling too, and Felix can't help the broad, toothy smile plastered on his lips, or the way he snarls when Wash splashes water up onto him.

He dives in soon after, fully clothed, and wraps himself so tight around the other man they sink, and sink, and sink. But that's okay. Cause Wash is there to kick strong legs and pull them right back up.

After they reach the surface, Felix is still gasping for breath when Wash kisses him like maybe that's why they're here.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

A most unlikely spot for a diving escapade known!

Related to our little party, ursine and otherwise, by Crazy Claws "himself" beside the waters of Artificial Lake Delton on a mild autumn day practically coincident with the teachers' convention breaks in Minnesota and Wisconsin as can send a lot of fall-colour and otherwise business to the Dells, even if the waterparks at that time are the indoor sort:

"For some reason, the Three Wolves, that lupine diving trio of Loopy De Loop, Hokey Wolf and Mildew Wolf--and the Divin' Wolf Pups of Bon-Bon and Ding-a-Ling--decided to spend a day this past summer at no less than that new and all-natural waterpark, Land of Natura. You know, that place with the naturally-filtered lake which the park boasts of being the largest naturally-filtered man-made swimming area in the world, for one ... and if you can believe it, the lupine crew was able to rent a floating cabana for the sake of making the experience a little more interesting, if not in the same vein as Cleopatra--or trying not to be.

"And one particular feature distractive at the water play area happens to be the Snorkelling Cavern, a man-made snorkelling area between a man-made island set aside as an ur-cabana and some barrier rocks jutting from that island ... which was of especial fascination to those Divin' Wolf Pups; you have to hand it to them for making the dive experience especially interesting to the kids, yet without being too 'educational' in the process. At any rate, Bon-Bon and Ding-a-Ling decided to dive into as much the lake as the Snorkelling Cavern (and just be thankful it's not that silly bog-snorkelling thing out in Wales I've read so much about), recording it on those Go-Pro cameras mounted as headbands.

"The day, mind you, was slightly hazy though not overcast, making the contrast of the skies look rather well-balanced. And even if it was just a mask and fins that the pups wore, not to mention the proverbial smile, they just took to the Land of Natura's Snorkelling Cavern with serious relish, and not the hot dog sort! Such a relish, to be honest about it, that managed to find the pair rather surprised to be swimming above a mostly squishy-looking bottom which certainly stirred up the game bird wastes at the bottom. And as if that weren't enough, the lupine pups couldn't resist finding a smart watch which had somehow slipped out of the water by a previous diver type in the Snorkelling Cavern; honesty being the best policy, even if Hokey is something of a scammer to heart, led Bon-Bon and Ding to hand it over to a ranger, hoping such would be returned unto its owner--even if it was likely to be damaged by such submersive time, as Mildew Wolf would be bound to put it with that snarky tone of humour he's fond of!

"Afterward, a major share platter of chicken and beef fajitas all around and--I just can't wait to share the ensuing video!"

"If we could certainly have a chance to see it," Huckleberry remarked.

And setting up an iPad in video player mode, Crazy Claws got the Divin Wolf Pups' video rolling, revealing a somewhat brownish, but not so much brackish, underwater scene. You could sense the Go-Pro camera having an effect not unlike the diver's mask, just sensing the grains of the sandy-type lake bottom, occasional tadpole colonies darting about on the lupine approach. And what a cool cleanness to be found, I have to say ...

"Though I have to admit," as Hair Bear remarked during the video, "we bears just cannot help but find diving something of a fascinating pastime ourselves ... especially around sunrise, recovering from our orgies during the bear mating season!"

To which Square Bear chimed in, "Though we do have some diving time in the afternoons before the orgy as well! Boy, can it feel oh so refreshing on a muggy afternoon!"

"Though, on the other hand," Crazy Claws chimed in, reflecting on the afternoon, "nothing could feel more autumnally perfect and refined than sharing some experiences from the Divin' Wolf Pups in diving a perfectly natural waterpark experience not many other waterparks can boast of!"

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[withleeknow]

ohmyfckngodhishairrrr I have zero coherent thoughts abt it - I haven't played this 🍙 game in a while where I just plant a scenario in your head [college!bf hyunjin: dimmed-light late night study sessions w/ you in his hoodie + gentle jazz/lofi between shared headphones + him feeding you snacks + cuddles during breaks 🧸]

+ this goddamn week; first heeseung, now jay??? https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGe4wbPSF/ the way our main vocalists grab the mic + him in all black + the hair UP woman help me this man has me going flipping feral

+ to sum up our interactions lately, I made the most stupid meme to exist https://we.tl/t-j0NXe4fzM2 🫡 depnding on when you see this it's officially LESS THAN A FORTNIGHT TO GOOOOO IT'S LIKE THE 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS BUT THE 12 DAYS OF WWH ♡ ~~

i'm kinda really in love with him it's not even a joke anymore, like how is he one of the most endearing people i've ever seen?! just a squishy little dumpling with dimples i'd kill to poke and silky hair i'd love to card my fingers through. and DAMN IT ONIGIRI NOT THE SCENARIO 😭 is2g if this consumes my brain and i post a thing tmr please know that you're the culprit!!!

omg i didn't know the collab came out today, the way i ran to youtube to watch the mv. HOWWW does he just look so sharp all the time. the nose the eyes the jawline wtf. sculpted. wtf. it makes me a little disoriented every time i remember that he's younger than me bc ??? how ??? only by 2 years but still lol

the meme omg you are too precious 😭 ahhh that ep was adorable. the frog masks, jungoo with his corn ice cream and being all sleepy through the car rides 😔 my seven i miss them sm maybe i need to rewatch run bts 😭 I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S OFFICIALLY LESS THAN 2 WEEKS UNTIL JIN COMES BACK. i'm going to see coldplay a few days after that and when they play my universe i swear i will burst into tears right there in the stadium (and this is a longgg shot lol but if they play the astronaut too i would actually ascend). you need to be here to console me after jin does his first comeback live / anniversary live 😭

[pocketramblr]

Wipmas Day 1

From “the leverage au wip”

En looked over the footage, frowning. "The plate is going to be useless."

"You expected a terrorist group to use legally acquired and registered vehicles?" The man currently testing the gear from Sorahiko snorted. "First mistake, Rookie."

"I didn't expect them to work." En huffed. Plates didn't work half the time, the police and government had far more things to worry about them that, and certainly reaped the benefits where normal civilians struggled to maintain normality. So no, En hadn't expected it to work at all. It was that it just would have been nice, if for once, the universe decided to give him anything less than backbreaking work. Well, metaphorically backbreaking.

"Then why waste breath complaining?" Mecha asked.

"Like I said, he's a rookie."

"’He’ has been doing this for twelve years." En snapped. "Why am I even working with you people?"

It was a rhetorical question, but Mecha's friend answered anyway.

"Because we're being paid more than our weight in gold, and get the bonus satisfaction of pissing off All For One more than we could ever dream of doing alone." He recited, the exact terms of the deal. "Which, Mech, I actually value more."

"Because you are far more bitter than your soft and squishy outside." Mecha tied a black bandana around his head.

En didn't really see how any part of this man was supposed to look soft- not the spiky hair, not the stiff wide shoulders, not the fact that he still hadn't introduced himself to En despite getting there ten minutes ago with Mecha.

Not that En needed an introduction to know his identities (or at least, four of them,) but it would have at least been common decency.

"Which is why nothing else but spiting that old bastard could convince me to work with anyone else again." Tomosu Rikiji, aka Chief but En wasn’t going to call him that just because Mecha, aka Shishiga Kuwaru, did.

"And I bet this "Mastermind" knew that too." Mecha jibed.

En hid a smile in his collar.

Mecha was right. Tomosu was too.

He couldn't wait to see the look on All For One's face when he realized what happened.

He'd make sure to get a camera and two or three servers saving it live, since it wasn't likely to survive the subsequent explosion.

Speaking of camera, he clicked through to the audio the bug tacked to the fire hydrant near the had picked up. En couldn't get an ID on the man who'd tackled the younger brother with that mask on, but apparently the man on the ground knew him.

He opened another window and did a search for "Noriyuki" and "Yari."

Apparently, Noriyuki Jin was one of the suspects for the killing of two politicians, a post worker, a substitute teacher, a child, and three secretaries in Yari Post Office, which really seemed to be more a cover or distraction from a theft of over a hundred thousand yen.

After looking through a few other of Noriyuki's aliases and work, En wasn't sure why he wasn't the prime suspect, but police incompetence wasn't his job to figure out.

Just to circumvent.

"Hey... Either of you ever heard of the Mountain Dog?" En spoke up. "Aliases: Noriyuki Jin, Ohito Kai, and Gi-"

"Why?" Mecha demanded, tone even shorter than it had been the whole night.

"Because he was with All For One at his last seen location and personally dragged that government hostage guy away. Might make trouble for us."

"I can take him." Mecha growled.

"Mech, it wasn't-"

"I’ll take him." Mecha interrupted Tomosu. Will, not can. "You focus on retrieval and demolition, Chief."

Tomosu just sighed, but nodded. "What do you mean, government hostage?"

"I tried to ID the guy they took, Shigaraki Yoichi, age 28, and tripped so many flags I almost had to nuke that computer." En checked how much longer it would take his crawlers to complete the security mapping. Five minutes. "They've arrested him twice without any real charges, and sent some very classified messages with All For One about it. Either he used the government to hold and protect one of his assets away from his creepy little cult, or he defected and was going to sell All For One out under that cover.”

"Or, he was an asset taken because the government wanted to parlay." Tomosu added.

Mecha lifted a brow. "Why would they do that? And then why would they let him get taken back?”

"Could have been he had a mole watching out for that. What else can you tell us about this Shigaraki?”

"It's his legit identity, but everything around him has been scrubbed clean. Parents, family members, most of that neighborhood... Either the gov took the rest of them, or AfO killed them. I could probably figure out which with, oh, another server and a few days to check backdoors."

"So long?" Tomosu asked, then chuckled at En's face. "Kidding. Now, when was he taken by the Dog and his handler?"

"Nine days ago."

Mecha let out some air. "So he's dead."

"Probably." Tomosu agreed. "But he was an important asset?"

En thought back over the dialogue he'd listened too. "Important enough to possibly know All For One's real name and to get an offer to share everything with him. The whole thing sounded like an awful adoption offer, or a marriage proposal, or something."

Both older men were silent, and when En looked up at them, they were glancing between him and each other.

Finally Tomosu spoke. "Exactly what kind of messed up adoption offers are you hearing that sound like marriage proposals?"

En rolled his eyes and went back to his computer.

"Four minutes, Nana, Sorahiko. Where are my keys?"

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

heyy it's the giyuu simp hiding in your request box ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ mind if i sneak in another request :> just gonna slide this with a belated valentines day card

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may i request a giyuu x reader headcanons? where its just giyuu and the reader living a peacefull and happy life with their kids, just fluff of how their every day life goes and giyuu with his kids :D maybe even some headcanons of the other pillars meeting the kids and his s/o (feel free to change the idea ofcc i don't mind if you write it at all (~^.^)~)

Hello fellow Giyuu simp lolol

This sounds really cute! Of course I’ll write it! ʕ◡ᴥ◡ʔ♡

This turned out to be very long haha hope you don’t mind :)

Giyuu x Fem!Reader with Kids!! ♡

AU: Life Without Demons

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♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡

Giyuu was the first to ask for kids. It was a shock since you’d figure he’d be too nervous and insecure to think he’d be able to be a father. But he loves you too much to not have children with you. He just can’t picture his life without you and both of your guys’ children in his future.

“Y/N...” he approaches you timidly, “I have um something to ask you...” he kept fidgeting with his hands and struggled making eye contact. His cheeks starting to burn. “What is it, Giyuu??” He sat there a bit, his brows knitted together as if he’d trying to figure out how to compile his sentence. “Let’s have children!” He finally bursts out boldly. You were taken back for a second but smiled wide and hugged him, agreeing with all of your heart.

Giyuu didn’t want too many kids. He only wanted about two children. (Maybe three children he’s thinking on it 👀) And that’s what you both had. One boy and one girl. The boy took more of your looks but also had a good mix of Giyuu as well. He ended up taking his eyes and messy hair but had your hair color and overall facial features. The girl was a very good mix between the two of you. The boy was the eldest child.

Giyuu was the type of parent to spoil his children a lot. You often had to stop him because it got hard for him to say no to them a lot of the times. But when it came down to it, he knew when to be strict and stand his ground. Like if one of your children throws a tantrum for not getting the toy they want, Giyuu would have a stern tak with them about how they need to learn the importance of being told “no” and to handle it like a “big boy/girl”

Giyuu would also do whatever it takes to help you with anything around the house or with the kids. He’d also do anything to spend as much time with his children as possible.

Giyuu also secretly loved it when his kids would get nightmares and ask to sleep with the both of you. He really loved sleeping next to his family and would often invite the kids into the futon even if they didn’t have a nightmare that night. They’d always get really excited and join without hesitation. He also LOVES holding their hands. He loves how tiny and soft they are in his large, calloused ones. He also really loved having them ride on his shoulders

When it came down to being the good cop bad cop, you both had an equal share between it. I can see Giyuu being pretty strict but not to the point where it’s suffocating. He’d still take extra precautions to make sure his kids are safe and don’t get into trouble. He also tries to come to complete understandings with his children when they’re in disagreements with him. He’d sit and talk with them and make sure they don’t feel invalidated or hurt. Sometimes though, he’ll have to put his foot down and tell his children to listen to them and not question his thinking. He’ll often try to come back to them later and explain again.

Kamboko Squad and Pillars’ Reactions to First Born (and general interactions with kids)

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When the news got out to everyone that you both were expecting children, they were all so very excited.

You were a few weeks pregnant and Tanjirou (and the rest of the squad) came by to visit and he was able to smell it off you. You were a little shocked how he was able to notice until he explained how his mom smelled a certain way when pregnant with his siblings. Then it made a bit more sense. Kind of.

Poor little boy teared up because of how happy he was for the both of you. He was so happy to see Giyuu with the love of his life and now starting a family. Inosuke got all those fluffy things around his head. He was very soft and gentle around you and it was really cute. Sometimes he’d just stare at your bloated stomach and it seemed like he was having a psychic conversation with the baby lolol.

Nezuko was very excited to meet the new baby and couldn’t wait nine months! Zenitsu was really happy for the both of you and it really warmed his heart to hear the baby’s heartbeat. He also got very scared for you because he heard that giving birth if very painful and he’d never want to go through something like that either.

They all saw your kids as their own little siblings, especially Tanjirou. Tanjirou is very good with kids so they ended up liking Tanjirou a lot and would often beg you to let him visit more often so they could play with him. Nezuko also saw them and her own siblings and would always volunteer to knit/fix their haoris if they ever got damaged. She always brought snacks (usually toasted rice crackers) for the kids when she visited. She also helped with cooking dinner when she visited.

Zenitsu loved playing with them. Until one day your son found a worm and showed it to Zenitsu and he freaked out and thought it was a snake for a second. He started to become more wary of your son from then on.

Inosuke shared his boar mask with them and would let them ride on his back as he ran around. He also visited one day with a nicely wrapped box (wrapped by Tanjirou) and gifted it to your kids. You and Giyuu were very confused to see that it only had acorns in there.

You had Shinobu do regular check ups with you to make sure the pregnancy was going well. Despite her constant teasing, she actually told Giyuu how happy she was for him. This really warmed his heart and he couldn’t thank Shinobu enough for all her help. She helped with both the pregnancies/deliveries

Mitsuri was so so SO excited to meet the new babies!! She seemed more excited than you and Giyuu! She loves babies and thinks they’re really cute. And the fact that it’s going to be yours and Giyuu’s baby??? Geez, that just makes it 10x more adorable!! She really really wanted to be the first friend to hold the baby so you granted her wish. She was crying so much, she was so happy.

The baby’s cheeks became very red from how much Mitsuri pinched them. She nicknamed him her “Little Mochi” because of his squishy cheeks. (and she nicknamed your girl her “Little Sakura”)

Obanai kept trying to deny how happy and excited he was. “Hmph! I don’t do babies. Not at all.” But then he saw its cute, little chubby cheeks and couldn’t resist. He then vowed to be the greatest uncle to your baby boy (and girl once she visited the world)

Kyojuro was really excited to meet the baby too. His booming voice scared the baby and made him cry so Kyo learned to be more quiet around him. He was so nervous holding the baby but then got more use to it and didn’t want to hand him back. He wanted to hold on to the little boy forever!!

Muichiro was mostly dazed out but waved his finger in front of him and your little baby boy held onto him. Muichiro got very happy. “Y/N, Y/N! Look! He’s- he’s holding on to me!!” You’ve never seen him smile so wide. He’d often visit and be like, “Can I play with him today? I’ve missed him.” And he’d play with him for hours! He was the same with your little girl as well once she came around.

Sanemi kept trying to act all tough. “No! I don’t care about kids! Least of all babies! I couldn’t care less about Tomioka’s stupid ba-“ his eyes widened when he saw the baby. Then you saw the most softest smile on his face for the first time. He hugged the baby tight to him and didn’t let go or move for a while. He might or might not have teared up. But you swore with him that you saw nothing 👀 He’d make plenty of ohagi for the kids and make some extra for you and Giyuu. Giyuu was very happy to see Sanemi opening up a bit more and glad he became better friends with him as well.

“Tch, don’t get too comfortable, Tomioka. I’m only here for my niece, nephew and Y/N.” He was teasing he loved Giyuu too.

Tengen and his wives were all over the baby! His wives loved the baby so so so much!! They even planned out a baby shower for you when they heard the news so a lot of your baby stuff came from them! Once he finally joined the world, all of them teared up from joy. They all took turns holding the baby, playing with him, bouncing him on their laps. Tengen said that if you or Giyuu ever needed help, him and his wives were right there anytime.

The wives loved playing with your daughter! They’d often do her hair and make it really pretty. They’d also often spoil her with new pretty kimonos and hairpins and always said, “Once she gets older, we’ll always have girls nights out! Do all kind of girl talks and girl things! It’ll be so much fun!!”

Tengen got the baby a whole bunch of shiny jewelry and was like, “Ha! Now your baby boy shall be flamboyant! Even more flamboyant than he was before!!” He also secretly found it extremely adorable how he looked like a little baby Giyuu at first. Then he grew to have more of your facial features and it just made it even cuter for Tengen. He had a little soft spot for your daughter because he thought having a daughter would be very precious so he’d literally do anything for her (and would protect her with his life)

Gyomei was SO happy!!! He of course teared up too and was very very gentle with him. It was kind of cute seeing such a large man hold such a tiny little human. It’s like he could fit them each in one palm. He was one of your go to nanny’s and he’d always wear a pink apron when looking over the kids. He’d spoil them with lots of baked sweets. Everytime he visited, he always had a new beaded necklace to gift them. They ended getting too many and he stopped at one point. But he still gave them one on their birthdays

Shinobu found babies/kids a bit icky since they do have many bodily fluids they can’t control and sometimes don’t wash their hands but she still did normal check ups with them and was very good with them. She’d often visit with some new toys for the kids. She even got your daughter and little butterfly clip. Your son felt left out so she got him one too. For a while both your kids refered to her as the “Butterfly Lollipop Lady” since she gave them lollipops after every doctor visit. She’d just smile chillingly at Giyuu and say, “Tomioka-San, I figured you’d at least teach them my name after all I’ve done for you and your wife.” She was just teasing, she secretly loved her nickname

Shinobu also really loved listening to the baby’s heartbeat through a stethoscope. She also loved putting her hand on your belly and often talked to the baby. She’ll never admit to anyone else but she really enjoyed doing these things with both your pregnancies

[ballorawan740]

SCP Scenarios: When their kids swear at them (REQUESTED)

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Requested by: @Astro_KeySimp

WARNING: Swearing (sorta)

Ok so I kinda made the reader into the child since don't remember if you wanted the reader to be a child or not, so if it wasn't to your liking, then I'm sorry, but I can make a separate version on where the reader isn't the child

It kinda became more of the SCPs and doctors being dads than their reaction to their kids swearing

SCP 073 (Cain)

Cain was walking around with you since you were bored and there wasn't anything to do

Being unaware of what some of the staff were saying, ye went over to grab you some food for later in case you got hungry

Once you both went back, he watched you play with some Legos and was talking as if it was your Lego friends talking to you

Cain looked away for just 10 seconds and heard you shout out "Wow! He said that her baby's such a bi-" which shocked him as he heard it

Cain looked around and made sure that nobody was around the room and was somewhat surprised that you was the one saying this

Being a good dad he is, Cain explained to you carefuly that you shouldn't say that word because it's bad

And being a sweet shy child, you obliged and stopped saying the word

Til this day, Cain had no idea about where and who you've heard the word from and is very much more self-aware

SCP 076-2 (Abel)

Abel is that type of dad who would teach you all the bad words and encourages you to say them

It's the researchers who had to teach you top not to say those words

One time, Dr Glass came in to examine you and had rewarded you as usual since you were so cooperative

You drew a picture of you and Abel talking in a garden with bright coloured flowers

Simon asked if he could see your drawing and saw that the conversation you and your dad had was those of swearing

This surprised Simon since you knew so many at such a young age but wasn't totally shocked since he knew that you were Abel's child

And knowing him, he wouldn't teach you to be nice, so Simon took the job as a mother hen and taught you to not use those words around people

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

Ok, so I'll keep this SCP short since I, again, don't know what I should write for this adorable, squicky, neon-orange, bubby blob

Another SCP who doesn't cuss

This adorable squishy boi here was about to have a heart attack when he heard you swear fir the first time

He had to ask you worryingly where you heard that phrase and you just said some guy wearing a white jacket

999 sighed knowing that you'll grow and couldn't do anything to stop it

He did, however, mention that you should try and avoid saying those things to anyone and that they'd most likely have a heart attack since you were his child and you won the genetic lottery for being the cutest and outgoing child in the world

The only other person who knew of this was Dr Glass (sucks to be him ngl, he do be a mother to everyone) and he had to help poor 999 with teaching you better words

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

YAY! Another SCP who would teach their kid to swear

682 has such a dirty mouth like 076 and would 100% teach you all the words he knows

Similarly to what happened with Abel, you were taken for an interview with Dr Sophia Light since she was assigned to you

She's such a sweet and kind doctor to be around and would teach you anything and everything you would probably need to know all the while keeping an eye on you in case you become overly aggressive like 682

You were just eating some sweets Lights had given you for good behaviour and overheard some researchers swear

Remembering what your dad had taught you, you just repeated those curse words while clapping at your achievement

This had shocked Sophia and that researcher since you were known to be a moderately shy and quiet child who normally wouldn't say those things despite being 682's child

Sophia had to ask if you understood the meaning of those words and shook your head as an indicator for no

She had to carefully find her words and told you to never speak of those words again and took you back to 682's cell

You went and hugged your dad and told him that you learnt from the doctor that those curse words were bad and neither of you should say them

682 had a headache after that

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)

I have a hard time thinking that 049 would teach his child to cuss and would avoid swearing in front of them at all cost

Like, he barely swears anyways but he wants to stay classy and sassy for his innocent child

Just like the other day, his kiddo, you, was curious about the whole surgery thingy he does on the dead bodies, so you asked him to teach you and so he did (like the good father we nevah had)

So you learnt some new, yet difficult, words (cuz we all have a nonexistent pea-sized brain) and somehow, you managed to fit in a curse word

This did surprise 049 as he had remembered that he didn't teach you those foul words

He had to give you a talk about using such words and you teared up since you thought that people used them to express their affection to others

Unsurprisingly, 049 took his sweet time looking for the guy who 'taught' you this and wanted to use him as a case study for your future lessons

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask)

Another parent with such an amazing influence on children

035 would teach and enable you to use swearing as a form of expression

So you were free to say whatever you want as long as they aren't directed to our mask here, especially if it's in a negative way

Otherwise, you'd be punished (No not like that! He'll just ground you from your favourite TV show/movie)

The researchers were surprised, not about you swearing, but how you use them through expression

Except for this poor guy who was new to the foundation and bumped into you by accident

This rookie found himself listening to you cursing like a sailor (maybe not that much but more or less on the same level as Samuel L Jackson)

Word got out and everybody laughed at the poor rookie and told him more about your background and how you love to swear (apparently swearing will prolong your life, so you'll basically be immortal here)

035 was impressed by the whole ordeal and rewarded you with more shows to watch whenever you're both free

SCP 105 (Iris)

Iris would accidentally swear in front of you and whenever she realises it, she would tell you to not swear at people since it wasn't very nice

So she would use words to replace the swearing like "oh fudging hell not now" and "no sugar honey ice tea"

The foundation felt that it was slightly unnecessary but went with it anyways

They'd even go as far as saying that it's ridiculous, but who are they to judge?

Iris was your mother and she's a single mum too, so she felt the need to be overly beating but would occasionally let you decide on your own since you were only 12

The foundation members did tell her that you will eventually grow and more of these words will be used but she just hesitates

As a teen, you did begin to use foul words more often and Iris would argue about how you're using them, especially towards her, your own mother

Needless to say, you both felt bad and made up

SCP 106 (Old Man)

Now this old man right here doesn't exactly speak, or at least very rarely

And if he does, he'll most likely be talking to you or the foundation staff if he needed some help finding you

He'll most likely be able to understand what the researchers are saying, even if they aren't speaking English

My own personal hc is that 106 understands English, German, Spanish, French, Chinese, Arabic and Indonesian and probably many others

Every now and again, somebody would come in and teach you new words and give other lessons like maths and poetry (our favourite)

You came back home to tell him all the things you've learnt as he watched you in awe as he braided your hair

You've even used some new phrases, including swear words while talking and 106 was pretty impressed

I feel that he's quite neutral with swear words since words are words and are used as a form of verbal communication

So I don't think they'll be much change in his behaviour to whether you're swearing or not

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

Now with 096, all he does is scream

So basically, somebody else would have to teach you some words

It's not to say that 096 is a dumb animalistic creature with no soul and just kills people who look at his face

He isn't stupid since he manages to find anyone who looked at his face from the other side of the globe

And he seems to understand what the researchers are saying, or at least on a more intermediate to moderate level

You'll learn about swear words from the other researchers, whether they'll be teaching it to you intentionally or you've overheard them

The foundation could really care less, but would at least prefer that you chill a bit if you got carried away

096 would act all cheery when you learn more new things as it's not like the foundation would let him out anyway, so he'll be living the outside world life from you (How relatable, but more with babysitting and dating, cuz I'm too pretty for anyone to date XD)

Like with 106, I don't think 096 would have any special reaction towards swearing, but would probably be screaming internally for a bit since he knows that it isn't a nice word

Dr Jack bright

This mf right here is one of those parents who would be kind but firm

Bright would most definitely give in to your curiosity and teach you whatever you want to learn but would warn you of the dangers

Depending on what it is, he would even go as far as giving you your own personal guard who would stay with you and train you

And unfortunately, this guard has such a foul mouth, so you're constantly exposed to such words

Luckily for the both of you, Jack Bright doesn't really care about swearing as long as you're not being extremely inappropriate if you were to work

He would even joke around with you sometimes and would even start the conversation with swearing

For instance, he'd just surprise you with a "Yeet his mf outta my sheithole"

And yes, you did laugh at his antics

Some would even say that you're an exact clone of him but more stable (for now)

Well, Bright is an amazing dad, but I'd say just below Dr Glass

Or maybe even on par with him

Like Bright is a goofy dad that has all the terrible dad jokes and Glass would be the type of dad to look out for his kid

Dr Simon Glass

Dr Glass would most definitely avoid using swear words, especially if you were under 15

Even if you were over 15, he'd still avoid swearing unless he wants to make a joke or 2

So most of the time, you'd learn all the swearing from other people and SCPs

Sometimes you would swear by accident and Glass would just look at you, slightly disappointed

I'd say he doesn't exactly care about you swearing per see, but would rather you avoid it

It's cuz Simon is the best dad a dad could ever dad and nobody could prove me wrong here

He's also one of the top best dads compared to the others on the list

He's basically your best friend so he'd let you vent and its the 1 time he'd let you swear to show your emotions

Simon would 100% know your thoughts and behaviour

He's just that good at reading people, especially you - almost to the point where people would say he's an SCP cuz I swear he's just empathic and telepathic

As mentioned before, Glass would be the type of dad to care for your mental health

It's not that the others don't, it's just that Glass is a top their God of Psychology and would come to you before you even know you have depression

He would even crack a joke sometimes

So every so often, he would shout out "LANGUAGE!!!" from across the room before you could even bat an eye and say anything

Dr Alto Clef

Another top tier dad, but swearing addition

Your godfather would literally be Jack Bright

Then it's Kondraki and Glass

He would let you swear on a daily basis and would join you

Sometimes you be looking at your Oppas/Noonas and be like: "Oh fxxk me!" and Clef, who's in the next room, be like: "Yeah, fxxk me too!" (Yes but no sis! No incest pls!)

Other times, you would be in the same room as Clef and Bright and you'd join them in being chaotic

And poor Kondraki  is just there at the back trying to do his work peacefully

One time, Kondraki had to grab a Simon Glass to help stop the chaotic trio

And OML did it end so well

You were easy to manage tbh, with the exception of you swearing

Clef and Bright would most definitely encourage you to swear more

Especially Clef since he does have a twisted sense of humour

Dr Benjamin Kondraki

Kondraki is totally the type of person who would tell their kid to mind their own language

But he secretly doesn't care and his child knows it

His style of parenting is similar to Simon's

And yes, Simon is your #1 godfather/uncle

You'd go to him for emotional support since Kondraki sucks at that

Sometimes you'd swear at him and he'd get mad though

So yeah, running to Glass is a wonderful idea

And we all know that Kondraki doesn't mean what he said

He's just extremely introverted, but he's rather sensible - Usually...

Anyways, he would ask Simon on tips and advice on how to get you to stop swearing so much and he just gave Benjamin a parenting book (Like fr guys, let Glass have some rest, he's tired of babysitting over 100 dozens of pets in the zoo and all the other babies who work in it)

[kakashiswilloffire]

hey friend! i saw you are taking requests and would love to submit one if you're up for it!

would love something fluffy and sweet for kakashi. maybe some lazy day off shenanigans with his s/o and his ninken? bonus points if snuggling in a dog pile is involved at some point. reader can be gender neutral.

thanks and congrats on 100!

thank you so much!! i'm not really a dog person so i struggled a bit but i hope you enjoy!!

ao3

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It was the first day off you had both had in nearly a month. Team 7 kept Kakashi busy, if not with missions, then with training all day. On top of that, he was still in the on-call rotation all jonin were required to keep their names in, though his shifts were less frequent due to his status as a sensei. You had recently been promoted, and with that, your responsibilities were upped and you had been asked to step in for one of your colleagues who had recently run into some unexpected health issues. The time you had been able to share at home together had been limited to early mornings and late evenings, and frequently, there had been nights where the apartment you shared had remained empty entirely. Your fiancé had been counting down the days until your schedules finally overlapped, and you had exactly twenty-six hours in which you both had no obligation to the outside world.

You were awoken by the fire alarm screeching and a handful of swear words, followed by a crunching of plastic and sudden silence. Gaze flickering to the side, you noted Kakashi’s two-thirds of the bed empty and grinned, holding back a chuckle.

“Everything alright, babe?” you called out.

The reply came with an air of resignment. “Did I wake you up?”

You brought your arms over your head, feeling your joints re-align and pop lightly as you stretched.

“Not necessarily, unless you need help cleaning up?”

“No!” He replied quickly, and you heard the broom skitter across the tiles, dragging the remains of the smoke detector with it. “Go ahead and go back to sleep, I’ll come wake you later.”

Not one to deny the opportunity to rest after how late you’d gotten in last night, you snuggled back into your pillow with a small smile. It only took a moment before you were drifting off again, although not as deeply as you had been. You were dimly aware of the sound of teapot being filled, the burnt toast smell wafting through the open door, and your fiance’s graceful footsteps as he danced through the kitchen.

Wait.

Danced?

You raised your head up slightly, freeing both ears to focus on the sound of the Copy Ninja’s footsteps. His weight wasn’t distributing evenly on each step and the pattern of his footfalls was irregular. Bringing yourself to a sitting position, you suddenly realized that he was humming absentmindedly in the small kitchen.

Kakashi was not known for his stoicism, but the level of professionalism he established outside of the copy of Icha Icha attached to his palm was carefully maintained even in his downtime. When you went out together for dinner or drinks with friends, he told few jokes and mostly at Genma or Asuma’s expense. Gai’s repeated challenges to karaoke contests, both in locations with and without a karaoke machine, had always been flatly denied in favor of watching you and Kurenai choose the heartbreaker duet of the week to belt out. When you found yourself at the rare club, it only took light coaxing to bring him onto the dance floor with you, but anything more than swaying to the beat was out of the question. As long as he was having fun, you didn’t mind him not joining in the way the others teased him to do, but you had wished that he would be able to let go of his responsibilities long enough to really enjoy himself one day.

You slinked out of bed, keeping your movements as fluid as possible as you wrapped the comforter over your shoulders. As silently as you could move, you travelled into the hallway and through the living room, the smell of something acrid and burnt slowly getting stronger. You flattened yourself parallel to the wall, though not touching it to prevent the noise of the comforter dragging along, once you approached the doorway to the kitchen. He was certainly humming, and you couldn’t repress a grin, realizing he must be nearly skipping from the counter to the pantry from the way he moved. As slowly as you could, despite your excitement, you leaned around the corner to check on the man in the kitchen.

Kakashi was wearing boxers and a binder, his most comfortable outfit when secure inside your shared home. To your delight, he had chosen one of the binders without a mask attached, and you had a clear view of the slightly silly grin plastering his face as he shifted intermittently from humming to light, mumbled singing, punctuated by murmuring the ingredients he was using as he reached for them. He was stationed at the stove, stirring a medium pot and tasting from it in between verses of his song, reaching for more salt or minced garlic to adjust. He closed his eyes, bobbing his head side to side at a line he took a particular interest in, the morning sunlight catching glints of silver in his messy hair.

Taking advantage of his eyes being shut, you whipped back around the doorway into the living room, quickly tiptoeing away. You were so in love, and so happy to see him carefree, your mouth fell open in a silent scream and your hands, corners of the comforter still held in each, flew to your face.

You had to tell someone. No one would ever believe that Kakashi Hatake, master of a thousand jutsu, could be so sweet and cute behind the former ANBU exterior. Quickly, you crouched to the floor, abandoned the comforter, and made the required handsigns, pausing for a moment to remember if it was hitsuji or uma that came after saru, then gently pressed your palm against a squishy couch cushion. With a puff of smoke that evaporated almost as quickly as it was created, Pakkun sat before you.

You brought your finger up to your lips in a shushing gesture immediately. The tiny dog squinted, but nodded his agreement after a beat. This was your third or fourth time summoning him, and the first time you had done with without Kakashi. Animal summons were not your strong suit, and you had never particularly been a dog person, a fact that Pakkun had keyed in to almost instantaneously upon meeting you when you had no more than polite “my boyfriend’s pet” level interest in his paw pads. They were as soft and supple as he claimed, but you didn’t quite understand the appeal of man’s best friend.

You made the simple gestures required to convey that there was something to see and led Pakkun quietly toward the entryway to the kitchen where you could hear the rice cooker being sealed and started. Kakashi had switched to a different song and was now vocalizing the instrumentals softly, occasionally pausing to mime playing the instruments he was mimicking. Your hand found its way over your mouth, your heart melting with the gentle domesticity. Then you jerked away, feeling a soft scratch at your feet.

The pocket-sized grizzled dog glared at you until you bent down, when he pointed upwards toward a mess of hair. You felt a pang of guilt as you realized from this angle, all you could see was the shinobi’s calloused hand pushing silver strands out of his face, the black engagement band glinting dully on his finger. For the wedding in four months, you had managed to arrange custom bands for you both with the Hatake crest engraved into the matte surface. Kakashi didn’t know yet, and you knew that with how mission work was, he wouldn’t get to wear it often, but he would have a piece of his clan’s legacy with him whenever he did wear it.

The feeling of disappointment radiated off of the dog with the headband as you absorbed the fact you hadn’t considered him not being able to see over the counter. After a moment, you held out both your hands cupped together, fingertips resting on the floorboards. Pakkun regarded this, looking from your hands to your face, which you tried to humble appropriately. He sniffed at your exposed palms, then delicately stepped into your arms.

Bringing him up to your chest as you stood back up, you felt him stiffen. Had you moved him too quickly? Were you holding him too tightly? You ran two fingers down the back of his head instinctively and were surprised to find him relax. Kakashi tasted the cloudy liquid from the pot again and nodded firmly, turning toward the doorway. You whipped around, placing your back against the living room wall and clutching Pakkun tightly to your chest. You both held your breath, waiting to see if you’d been caught.

He sang to himself, “almost ready!” and you released your breath. Quickly, you snagged the blanket off the floor and made your way back to the bedroom.

“What’s the occasion?” Pakkun demanded as soon as you had the door shut behind you, jumping onto the bed.

“There is none! It’s just our first day off in a while, and he thinks I’m still asleep!”

Pakkun considered that quietly. “His pa, Sakumo, used to do the same thing. If he thought no one was around, he’d put on a whole concert for himself. Kakashi used to join him, up until his death. Then I didn’t catch him humming again till about a year after Minato’s death. Life had been rough for the poor pup up till about then. But he’s been in there all morning singing to himself?”

You nodded, pulling the gray comforter tighter around your shoulders. You knew your fiancé had been through more than most people should ever have to go through, but to think he might be making a breakthrough with his depression and trauma—to start singing again?

Pakkun made an odd noise that reminded you of a sneeze, then pawed at his eye and seemed to clear his throat. “I gotta tell the others. They’re gonna lose it.”

“Yeah, you should definitely head back and let them know the good news. I’m supposed to be asleep after all, he’ll probably come wake me up in a minute or two.”

The sly dog hesitated, then a wicked glimmer flashed across his eyes. “Or…”

Before you could react, you were engulfed a thin cloud of smoke that smelled vaguely of grass, and your bed began to creak. You jumped up, gasping at the number of variously sized dogs that had appeared in the room.

Pakkun addressed the crew before anyone could ask any questions. “Stay quiet. We’ve got a stealth mission ahead of us. Everyone, this is Kakashi’s partner, the one he’s marrying soon.” He then turned to you and pointed out the pack members in a line. “Bull, Urushi, Shiba, Bisuke, Akino, Uhei, and Guruko.” They were all undeniably adorable, and you’d have to ask your fiancé when he had the time to commission them all matching vests and headbands, but you were still shocked to see so many dogs. Did he really have eight summons? When most shinobi had one, if any?

“Name of the game is observe without being detected. Target: Kakashi. Location: kitchen. Standard formation. Questions?”

With no questions being posed, Pakkun lept up onto Bull’s head and led the way. You marveled in how quietly such a massive dog could move and trailed the pack as they made their way through your apartment.

You heard the timer on the rice cooker ding, then the seal breaking and relished the scent of the steam drifting through the air. There must be a stick of lemongrass in the rice this morning. You could see that Kakashi was beginning to set the table, gathering everything for a cozy breakfast for two.

He was also singing, audibly, with some degree of confidence.

One by one, the dogs all stopped and froze in awe. Akino and Uhei stepped around to the other side of you, and Shiba—or maybe it was Urushi?—popped their head between your knees to try to see. You were surrounded on all sides by the ninken, and you started to feel comforted by their warmth. Together, you all listened to your man serenade chopsticks and bowls as he spun to the small table, breaking into a mock tap routine as the china hit the wooden surface. You felt your head tilt to the right as you let the waves of love rush over you as you watched him carefully adjust the oily, burnt pan in the sink so he could wash his hands.

“Alright, love—breakfast is ready!”

For just a moment, you forgot that you were supposed to be in bed. You didn’t move as Kakashi rounded the corner, freezing when he saw nine sets of puppy-dog eyes gazing wistfully back at him from the middle of the living room, all heads tilted to the right and dreamy smiles plastered on each face.

“Ah! Uh, how long have you, uh…?”

Together, you moved as a pack toward your loved one, tackling him in a ten person hug. When you wormed your way past Uhei, you cupped Kakashi’s face and brought him in for a deep kiss, feeling butterflies in your stomach. He blushed slightly, tracing his thumb along your jawline.

“I love you, and I’m so glad that you feel safe and happy and loved with me,” you whispered fiercely, trying to beam the intensity of your emotion at him without being too aggressive.

He smiled, Sharingan deliberately taking the whole scene in as he lay on the floor with you, pulling you into his arms. Pakkun trotted over to sit on his chest while he brought you in for a firm, tight hug.

“Me too. And I’m glad you got to meet the rest of the clan.” He let the Sharingan fall shut, relaxing against you.

“Would’ve made more miso soup if I’d known everyone was coming over. Have you seen the dog bowls around anywhere?”

[slashersins-abandoned]

anonymous asked :

If you’re comfortable could I request Micheal, tommy, Jason and Brahms w a little squish and them getting flustered by their SO telling them that they really like it??

michael

it was your fault . you baked and cooked and fed him . you fed him more than his normal once a meal when he absolutely needed it feeding schedule . you fed him , or at least tried to , no less than three times a day . and once or twice a day there could be desserts . so yes , he blames you .

he blames you for the way his normal semi flat stomach had become slightly pudgy and squishy . he blames you for the way his jumpsuit fits just a tiny bit tighter . he blames you for the fact that he is now getting kitten kisses and belly rubs from you like a fat fucking cat too lazy to move . he want to shove you off , but then you say something that makes him almost fluster , his eyes deadly cold and harsh as he tries in vain to end your life with just a look alone .

“ you’re so soft now . i love your little belly . it’s so cute . and … it’s nice when - when you - um , it’s nice . i like it . i think you look so - ”

you don’t get to finish rambling . it almost sounded like you were trying to tell him that his small amount of fat made you want him . it almost sounded like you were trying to tell him you wanted him to fuck you , to squish you under his new body weight . to have you feel him against you . well , if you were this eager , he might not be so upset about how much you fed him after all .

thomas

he’s big . he knows . and not just in broadness and height . he’s a … hefty man . he always has been , chubby as a baby and chubby as a child . it’s never really bothered him , at least any more than his entire self bothered him growing up . but now that he had you , he was nervous . comparing himself to the muscular men , the thin lanky boys , those who were toned and well … not his size . what if he had too much to give ? what if you were grossed out by the light stretch marks on his thighs and belly ? he didn’t know if you ever thought of this , and it was killing him not to know whether or not you were disgusted by him . were you only touching him , talking to him , loving him to humor him ? to pity him ? would you love him more if he was -

“ squish , squish . ” you’re laughter broke him from his inner turmoil , blinking down as you grabbed at his belly and made it jiggle with a smile . “ tommy look ! ” you shifted , moving to sit on his lap and moving your shirt up . you pressed your own belly to his , smiling so bright up at him . “ we match . chubby buddies ! ”

thomas flushed , ears bright red as you continued to touch and even go and kiss over his stretch marks and chub . he’d been worried you hated it . but how could you when you sat up and snuggled into him calling him your strong squishy teddy bear ?

jason

he didn’t need to eat . he didn’t particularity care for eating . and then you found his mother’s old cook book . and suddenly he had to taste everything , had to reminiscence in the old memories and live so fully in the new ones . the only issue is that jason didn’t have a way to telling if he was full . he didn’t feel those types of things anymore . and with his regenerative zombie nonsense , he didn’t put any thought into what the effects could be .

he hadn’t noticed until you brought it up . hugging him from behind as your hands patted his belly . they went under his shirt , and he hummed at the warmth . then you squeezed . you hadn’t been able to do that before . had you ? with a frown he lifted his shirt up only to blink in confusion . when did this happen ?

“ i think i feed you too much . you’re all pudgy now . ” jason shoved his shirt down in embarrassment , looking to the wall as he tried to ignore you . pudgy ? the last time he was pudgy was when he was a child . “ it’s cute . it kinda makes me happy ! you must really love my cooking . or your mom’s old recipes . cute pudgy big man . i love you so much , especially the squishy bits ! ” he couldn’t exactly be upset with that . if anything he was even more embarrassed , even happy . hiding his masked face in his hands as you kept up your playful assault .

brahms

being out of the walls meant that he no longer had to eat the small portions of a child . it mean he could have regular meals , full meals , meals that didn’t barely satisfy the hunger in his gut . and being out of the walls meant he was no longer having to navigate as much through the secret passages ways of his home . which meant … he was getting just a bit chubby . and it showed . it showed when he had to suck in his stomach to move into the walls through a panel he normally had no trouble passing through .

you caught him awe struck in the act , looking insulted that his body would betray him this way . you managed to get to him before he started a tantrum , unable to process the words as he moved back into the room , glaring down at his belly . “ brahmsy , did you get stuck ? ” he huffed , mumbling out a ‘ yes ’ and looking anywhere but you and his offending chub . you could only laugh .

“ just a little chub , brahms . it looks good on you . plus … it makes me wanna kiss your tummy more . ” before he had a chance to respond you were on your knees , lifting his shirt and blowing raspberry kisses on his skin . he jumped , and then laughed , squirming as he pretended to try and get you off of him . “ you’re tummy’s all mine now , squishy . ”

[spooky-hungry]

You know you were supposed to feel safer than ever, with that recently established guild of “superheroes” supposedly keeping an eye on the city… but honestly, you weren’t feeling any better than you normally did walking through the darkened alleyways. Especially since the heroes tend to be so distant, soaring high in the sky… while the man behind you seemed so close. As you walk faster, so does he, his darkened silhouette growing ever nearer as your mind races, wondering what he wants, hoping it’s all just a coincidence and you’re merely walking down the same alleyway by complete coincidence…

“Hey!” At the sound of his booming voice echoing through the alleyway, you froze like a deer in headlights. As he stomped up to you, you could see the glint of the street lights on the blade of his knife. “You! Break yourself!” You started at him, doe-eyed and unmoving - transfixed at first by the mugger himself, and then, by the silhouette of something from far up above landing amid the garbage piles behind him, unnoticed. “You heard me. Empty those pockets! Let’s make this real easy, huh?” As he advanced, you backed away, frightened not by him, but by the even larger silhouetted figure sneaking up behind him! “Are you dead!? Don’t make me cut y- mph!” Suddenly, two hands popped out of the darkness from behind him, grasping him close!

The knife clatters against the ground as you watch in confusion and horror, muffled screams filling the alley as the silhouette envelops him. It’s hard to even tell what’s happening, the view only barely illuminated by the distant street lights. What little you can discern, your mind refuses to believe. In the silhouettes of their shadows, you see the figure lifting the man off the ground, thrusting him - dare you even think it - between their lips? His screams grew ever more muffled, until they were at last drowned out by messy slurps and powerful gulps, accompanied by an orchestra of gastric moans and bubbling gurgles. His legs are hoisted up into the air, kicking violently as they’re pulled ever deeper with sickening swallows, until gradually disappearing as the two shadows become one. The swift, nature-defying process was capped off by the sounds of lips smacking contentedly, and a deafening, echoing belch.

Out from the darkness, a young woman stepped alone, the man nowhere to be seen except, perhaps, if you count the hand, feet and face prints clearly bulging out her stretched-taut belly even through her outfit. Said bulges were hidden somewhat by the layers of fat that settled on her pudgy figured - apparently, this was far from her first meal of this sort. She was dressed in a purple cape, eye mask, and spandex leotard with a logo of an open mouth over her belly. “Have no fear, citizen! You’ve been rescued from that dastardly ne’er-do-well by… the Glorious Greedyguts!” She spoke in a stereotypical superhero voice, hands proudly on her hips. When you stood there in stunned silence, though, she got a little nervous. “I understand that my methods may be, umm… unconventional! B-but… we don’t get to choose our powers, you know… the point is that I saved you, right?” The silence continued, and she grew more nervous still, perhaps even desperate. “Look, I’m new to this whole heroing thing, and I’m trying my best over here, okay? Please don’t freak out! I - ugh!”

She was interrupted by a painful kick in the ribs from the mugger imprisoned in her big fat stomach, enough to bring her to her knees. You acted on impulse, kneeling down to help her… and shuddering when you pressed those hands into the deep squishiness of her gut. Like it or not… watching her devour him like that had actually been entrancing! Soon, you were kneading and massaging her belly in earnest, feeling her belly prisoner move as he was sloshed around in that caustic stomach as it began digesting him. She sighed in bliss, leaning back and letting out a few more burps. “Thank you… this guy’s a real fighter… ooooh, that’s nice…” Eventually, the man had been more or less subdued by her powerful stomach, yet you still played with it, molding her fat like dough in your hands. “Listen, I know how weird and gross my power is. I wish I could’ve gotten something different… I guess you probably hate me now, though, just like everybody else does after they see I’m basically a cannibal.” It hurt you to see her so down about herself. So… you simply told her the truth. Her eyes widened, and her cheeked reddened. “W-what? You… you actually like my power…!? Truly?”

She seemed relieved and flattered, smiling warmly as you help her lift her heavy body to her feet. She now flaunts her belly proudly, swaying it back and forth and letting it slosh gently before your hypnotized gaze. You can’t help but to ask if she’d want to have dinner at your favorite restaurant sometime. “Oooh! Of course! I love that place! But, uh… careful not to run into any more muggers on the way there. Although, I certainly wouldn’t mind making use of my power for you again, if you really like it so much…” She giggled. You can’t take your eyes off her belly as you exchange numbers, imagining stuffing it with a buffets worth of food - or even villains! “Well, great! It’s so nice to meet someone who appreciates what I’m doing out here! I’ll be seeing you around for sure, sweetheart.”

And with that, the gluttonous hero flew off once more into the night sky, her belly sloshing about as she soared over the city.

[slashersins]

If you’re comfortable could I request Micheal, tommy, Jason and Brahms w a little squish and them getting flustered by their SO telling them that they really like it??

i’m taking this as the slashers got some squish , like they a lil’ chubby and are feeling shy about it . i actually really dig this idea ! let’s do it !

If you’re comfortable could I request Micheal, tommy, Jason and Brahms w a little squish and them getting flustered by their SO telling them that they really like it??

michael

it was your fault . you baked and cooked and fed him . you fed him more than his normal once a meal when he absolutely needed it feeding schedule . you fed him , or at least tried to , no less than three times a day . and once or twice a day there could be desserts . so yes , he blames you . 

he blames you for the way his normal semi flat stomach had become slightly pudgy and squishy . he blames you for the way his jumpsuit fits just a tiny bit tighter . he blames you for the fact that he is now getting kitten kisses and belly rubs from you like a fat fucking cat too lazy to move . he want to shove you off , but then you say something that makes him almost fluster , his eyes deadly cold and harsh as he tries in vain to end your life with just a look alone . 

“ you’re so soft now . i love your little belly . it’s so cute . and . . . it’s nice when - when you - um , it’s nice . i like it . i think you look so - ”

you don’t get to finish rambling . it almost sounded like you were trying to tell him that his small amount of fat made you want him . it almost sounded like you were trying to tell him you wanted him to fuck you , to squish you under his new body weight . to have you feel him against you . well , if you were this eager , he might not be so upset about how much you fed him after all . 

thomas

he’s big . he knows . and not just in broadness and height . he’s a . . . hefty man . he always has been , chubby as a baby and chubby as a child . it’s never really bothered him , at least any more than his entire self bothered him growing up . but now that he had you , he was nervous . comparing himself to the muscular men , the thin lanky boys , those who were toned and well . . . not his size . what if he had too much to give ? what if you were grossed out by the light stretch marks on his thighs and belly ? he didn’t know if you ever thought of this , and it was killing him not to know whether or not you were disgusted by him . were you only touching him , talking to him , loving him to humor him ? to pity him ? would you love him more if he was -

“ squish , squish . ” you’re laughter broke him from his inner turmoil , blinking down as you grabbed at his belly and made it jiggle with a smile . “ tommy look ! ” you shifted , moving to sit on his lap and moving your shirt up . you pressed your own belly to his , smiling so bright up at him . “ we match . chubby buddies ! ” 

thomas flushed , ears bright red as you continued to touch and even go and kiss over his stretch marks and chub . he’d been worried you hated it . but how could you when you sat up and snuggled into him calling him your strong squishy teddy bear ? 

jason

he didn’t need to eat . he didn’t particularity care for eating . and then you found his mother’s old cook book . and suddenly he had to taste everything , had to reminiscence in the old memories and live so fully in the new ones . the only issue is that jason didn’t have a way to telling if he was full . he didn’t feel those types of things anymore . and with his regenerative zombie nonsense , he didn’t put any thought into what the effects could be . 

he hadn’t noticed until you brought it up . hugging him from behind as your hands patted his belly . they went under his shirt , and he hummed at the warmth . then you squeezed . you hadn’t been able to do that before . had you ? with a frown he lifted his shirt up only to blink in confusion . when did this happen ?

“ i think i feed you too much . you’re all pudgy now . ” jason shoved his shirt down in embarrassment , looking to the wall as he tried to ignore you . pudgy ? the last time he was pudgy was when he was a child . “ it’s cute . it kinda makes me happy ! you must really love my cooking . or your mom’s old recipes . cute pudgy big man . i love you so much , especially the squishy bits ! ” he couldn’t exactly be upset with that . if anything he was even more embarrassed , even happy . hiding his masked face in his hands as you kept up your playful assault . 

brahms

being out of the walls meant that he no longer had to eat the small portions of a child . it mean he could have regular meals , full meals , meals that didn’t barely satisfy the hunger in his gut . and being out of the walls meant he was no longer having to navigate as much through the secret passages ways of his home . which meant . . . he was getting just a bit chubby . and it showed . it showed when he had to suck in his stomach to move into the walls through a panel he normally had no trouble passing through . 

you caught him awe struck in the act , looking insulted that his body would betray him this way . you managed to get to him before he started a tantrum , unable to process the words as he moved back into the room , glaring down at his belly . “ brahmsy , did you get stuck ? ” he huffed , mumbling out a ‘ yes ’ and looking anywhere but you and his offending chub . you could only laugh .

“ just a little chub , brahms . it looks good on you . plus . . . it makes me wanna kiss your tummy more . ” before he had a chance to respond you were on your knees , lifting his shirt and blowing raspberry kisses on his skin . he jumped , and then laughed , squirming as he pretended to try and get you off of him . “ you’re tummy’s all mine now , squishy . ” 

[misterewrites]

Inhuman Interrogation (Welcome to the Underground!)

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Summary: Oliver's been caught red handed and there's only one thing to do: Claw and lie his way out of the situation. However, the bard might be a little over his head from this stranger who watches all.

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Oliver could feel a chill run down his spine, fear gripping him tightly as he scrambled to keep himself calm. Being found out was always a possibility he’d calculated in his plans, he just hadn’t wanted to deal with it tonight. Well you know what they say: When life gives you lemons, squirt lemon juice in life’s eyes and run like hell.

He’d been caught so the next step was to determine by who.

Oliver blew cool air onto his face as he pivoted around to see which person had been acute enough to catch onto his antics.

He had been expected to looking at an unhappy Lea with his sword drawn.

What found waiting for him was worse.

It was good looking man though Oliver couldn’t hazard a guess to his age. His hair was short wispy dark brown like the color of copper. His face was scratched by dozens of tiny whites line, healed scars that somehow did not detract away from his handsomeness. He wore a plain white tunic with black leggings, a large bronze hued cape hung over his unusually thin frame. The most striking feature were his golden eyes. Not golden in shade but actual gold, metallic shimmering and shining like metal caught in the glow of the sun.

He was a sight to behold, perfection made flesh and blessed by the gods.

And Oliver knew he was utterly and terribly inhuman. He was not a mortal being for no human could ever been so perfect.

The Stranger tilted his head quizzically, his eyes dilated into pupil-less orbs.

“You” He spoke in a raspy, low voice “You’ve been busy.”

Oliver coughed, trying to get his dry throat working again.

The Stranger took a step closer, his gaze unflinching “Yes, very busy.”

Oliver chuckled nervously “I haven’t the slightest clue what you mean increasingly creepy man. If you excuse me.”

As Oliver turned to leave, his blood turned cold when the stranger harshly whispered, his words booming in Oliver’s ears.

“How’s Death I wonder? He’s an old friend for you, right?”

Oliver whirled around, fist clenched but the Stranger hadn’t taken a step forward. In fact he had taken a step away, furthering the distance between them.

Oliver gulped nervously, trying his best to stop his racing heart.

“And you” he murmured quietly, trying to hold onto his fleeting courage “Smell of it.”

It was true: Even this far away, Oliver could smell the stench of decay, of death and blood wafting off the Stranger as if he’d come straight from a bloody battle.

The Stranger made no indication he heard Oliver’s comment, just stared with golden eyes unblinking.

Oliver let out a tense breath before closing his eyes. He centered his will, he reached out into the universe and drew in the power of his magic.

He could hear the scrawling of a pen across the scratchy surface of parchment, the squishy wet sounds of paint drying, the tuning of a lute among excited laughter and cheers.

‘I need to escape.’ Oliver spoke in his mind.

Knowledge filled his mind: Spells and their uses. The hand gestures necessary to tug at the weave to make his will, his need a reality.

An unknown force guided his hand, raising it high and surging with magical power. Oliver’s eyes snapped open with a fierce determination. He took a deep breath, his fingers at the ready as he prepared to recite the incantation.

“I…” Oliver began when the Stranger struck. There was a blink and there was the stranger in front of him, his hand wrapped tightly around Oliver’s wrist.

“So.” the Stranger spoke in an oddly smooth voice “You ready to tell me what you were doing squirreling about?”

Oliver was strained against the Stranger but his grip was as strong as iron. Unless he could complete the hand gestures and motions along with the incantation, the spell was incomplete and he was as helpless as a kitten in Stranger’s grasp.

Oliver grimaced in pain “Now you’re remembering to be human? No creepy staring or awkward conversations about death?”

“Sorry, sometimes my lady speaks through me. I am her will incarnate on this plane.” The Stranger gave a sheepish grin

Oliver smiled uneasily “Right mysterious lady sure. That’s totally normal. How about you let me go and I won’t take the psychotic act personally?”

“But it is personal.” The Stranger’s smirk widen, his teeth too sharp to be mortal “You’re up to something and I’d like to know what.”

‘Great.’ Oliver thought to himself, his eyes darting about for a sign of assistance: a cloaked figure nearby fidgeted awkwardly but ultimately did nothing, a few nobles conveniently glanced the opposite direction of their altercation. Even the guards were nowhere in sight. Whoever this person was, he was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

Oliver pursed his lips, his mind desperately grasping at ideas to escape this situation.

“Party planner” Oliver offered helpfully “My job is to keep track of everything, make sure the party is moving smoothly and ensure there is no issues. You know how Mr. Brambleoak dislikes unnecessary distractions.”

The Stranger nodded in understanding “Party planner? That’s a good one. Feasible. If were I shade dumber, I might actually believe you. However…”

Oliver winced in pain as his grip tightened. The bard had been manhandled once or twice before but never this single handedly.

“Now” The Stranger’s golden eyes narrowed threateningly “Let’s try this one more time before you really anger my lady. What were you doing?”

Oliver opened his mouth.

“There you are!”

For one nerve wracking moment Oliver thought the Stranger had backup but he seemed just as confused as he was.

Maria cut in between two men gracefully and forced the Stranger to release his grip. He backed away as she linked herself arm in arm with Oliver.

“Sweetie!” She spoke with honeyed words, patting his arm lovingly “You ran off so quickly. I was worried I’d upset you.”

“Umm.” Oliver eyed the Stranger carefully, wary at any sudden movements “Sorry honey. This person thought I was someone he knew.”

Maria peered closer, getting a good look at the man.

The Stranger smiled cheekily “Fraid I got the wrong person.”

“You should really be careful, the guards here dislike any disturbance to the festivities.”

Almost as if magically summoned by her words, the guards began to approach with hands on their blades.

“Of course. Of course. Wouldn’t want trouble.” the Stranger bowed mockingly “Besides, I don’t think he’s the one I want.”

“That’s certainly ominous.” Oliver murmured under his breath.

Maria jabbed him with her elbow though her gaze never left the Stranger’s golden eyes.

“We should go.” Oliver offered helpfully “I think I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

Maria beamed cheerfully “No worries, I was feeling a bit tired myself. Good night good sir.”

“Bye.”

“Good night miss” the Stranger tilted his head “Bard.”

Maria hurriedly dragged Oliver away.

“Thanks for the save.” Oliver said gratefully.

Maria blew a strain of hair from her face “You’re welcome.”

“Not mad about using you as a distraction?”

“Normally I would be” Maria admitted “But that little stunt you pull got the harpies off my back for the rest of night.”

Oliver chuckled “Basking in the admiration of their adoring fans?”

“You have no idea.” she replied wearily “I’m just happy for a moment of peace. So thank you for that.”

“You are welcome then.”

The two made their way outside and straight into quite the scene: a massive cheering crowd formed around a handful of people. Most of the combatants were faced down, sprawled across the cobbled streets though Oliver spotted two familiar faces standing tall and victorious over their fallen foes.

“ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!?” Terri screamed into the roaring masses, arms flexed. Tyrell looked like he was about to pass out from exhaustion.

Oliver spotted Lea among the thundering crowd, his eyes alive with excitement and joy.

Terri caught Oliver’s eye and gave a proud smile. Oliver offered a subtle thumbs up as Maria led him away from the bank.

“I take it you can’t go far.” Maria stated simply.

“No” Oliver spoke honestly “I’m afraid my business is not yet concluded.”

“Is it alright if I stay with you for now?”

Oliver bit his lip nervously “Sure. Of course. I have a moment. Not curious about what I was up to?”

Maria gave a cheeky smirk “Naturally but I have a feeling secrecy is important here. Better to not ask than force you to lie to me."

“Thank you. I don’t like lying to you.”

The two stood side by side, arms intertwined together in a quiet comfortable near silence.

Maria smiled softly “You know my father used to warn me about my sentimentality for people. About they would use it against me.”

“People like me?”

She smirked mischievously as she puffed out her chest, speaking in a mocking tone “There will come poet whose weapon is his word. He will slay you with his tongue.”

Oliver snorted loudly, trying to hide his flushing skin “Oh lei oh lai oh lord?”

“Oh quiet you.” Maria scolded with a chuckle “Surprise you didn’t take the set up.”

“Too easy.”

“Should I be offend?”

“I mean those are pretty good lyrics” Oliver replied, hand high in surrender “Surprised they came out of your father’s bitter lips.”

“I suppose everyone has their moments. However rare.”

“I suppose so.”

Maria’s hazel eyes met Oliver’s brown, curious yet expecting “Do you remember what you said to me two months ago? At the last competition?”

“Umm…” Oliver scratched his chin thoughtfully “I say a lot of things. You need to be specific.”

“That my voice was utterly angelic?”

“Ah, I didn’t think you actually heard me.” Oliver’s cheeks blushed a bright red.

Maria giggled sweetly “Did you mean it? What you said inside?”

“Yes” Oliver answered without hesitation “You don’t need them. You would be amazing by yourself.”

Maria’s smile was sad. She sighed tiredly as she threw a glance towards the bank “My father won’t let me but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Oliver nodded in confirmation.

“I feel like I am a disappointment. A puppet controlled by a father who craves nothing but influence and status.”

“You’re not.”

“How do you know?”

Oliver shifted uneasily.

“That’s what I thought bard. Nice try though.”

Oliver caught sight of Flora and Sel making their way outside, signaling the others the mission was complete. Terri and Tyrell broke free from the fight circle and began making their way towards the rendezvous point.

Maria slipped her arm out of his “It is time I suppose.”

“Enjoy your night off.” Oliver took her hand in his own and softly kissed it. Maria flushed a pink hue but still curtsy in response.

Oliver turned to face her, his eyes gentle and understanding “You aren’t a disappointment.”

Maria rolled her eyes “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not.” Oliver firmly stated.

Maria’s eyes stared quizzically into his “Certain, are you?”

Oliver cleared his throat “You aren’t a disappointment to me.”

“That’s sweet but I’m afraid I barely know you. Besides you’ve been a thorn in my father’s plans consistently. Technically, I shouldn’t be talking to you let alone assisting.”

Oliver gave an impish grin “Yet you are.”

“You are far too charming for your own good.” Maria frowned mockingly

“Nothing compared to you.”

“Sweet words are nothing without meaning beyond them bard.”

Oliver took a deep calming breath, struggling to get the words out before he lost his nerve “The boy who used to climb your fence still loves you.”

Maria’s eyes widen with confusion before realization dawned upon her hazel eyes “How did you…?”

but Oliver ran, bravery failing. He disappeared into the crowded streets without another word. He ducked and weaved through the people in case Maria decided to chase him though he doubt she would. Perhaps those words didn’t have the same weight as they once did. Oliver really did not want to stick around to find out. He shouldn’t have said anything but he’d never been good at keeping his mouth shut.

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It hadn’t taken long for Oliver to meet up with the rest of the crew. Everyone managed to gather in a nearby alley, their chatter excited and cheerful.

“Boss man!” Terri boomed, arms opened wide “WE DID IT! See the pile? Do I get results or do I get results?”

Oliver gave a weak chuckle “Yes you do. Remind me not to piss you off.”

“Damn straight.” Terri flexed unnecessarily once more. Flora gave a playful wink towards her girlfriend which turned Terri a lovely bright pink.

Tyrell looked haggard and sick “I never want to do that again. Ever.”

“You did amazingly Ty! You can be First Chair in no time if you keep this up!” Terri patted his back approvingly, Tyrell nearly went sprawling to the floor below.

Oliver gave a sharp whistle, grabbing the attention of everyone “We did great team and it was an honor to work with you. If you require my assistance, I’ll be in town for a few days at the Right Hook. Ask for Ollie.”

Terri slipped her hand into Flora’s “We won’t be in town much longer. We have business up north but we wish you well! Permission to leave?”

“Granted.” Oliver waved them off “No making out until you leave our sights.”

It was impossible to know who was a redder shade: Terri or Flora.

The pair bowed respectfully before taking their leave, Flora’s head resting lovingly on Terri’s shoulder. Oliver couldn’t help chuckle at Terri’s proud “And you didn’t poison anyone! Great work sweetheart!”

Oliver turned to the remaining two “Sel, destroy the paper and report back to the local Conductor. If there’s any more trouble come get me.”

Sel gave a single nod before disappearing into the crowded streets without another word.

“And me?” Tyrell whispered anxiously “What about me?”

“You.” Oliver stretched his neck, trying to relive the tension of the night “You’re gonna tell me how to get into the Clifftop Distract.”

“E-excuse me?”

Oliver waved his question off “Don’t even. I know you’re a noble born. Your clothes are way too nice to be a simple baker or blacksmith’s son. And barely frayed means you ran away from home recently.”

Tyrell glanced away, fidgeting nervously “You noticed?”

Oliver nodded.

“And you don’t care?”

“Not in the least” Oliver admitted honestly “You got into the Choir. That means you’re good in my book.”

“Thank you.” Tyrell smiled softly “I appreciate it. May I ask why you need to get into the Clifftop Distract?”

Oliver scratched the back of his neck sheepishly “Someone I know has business up there. Figured I might as well ask you to make our lives easier.”

“You’re a good friend.”

“I’m really not.” Oliver murmured quietly, unable to stare Tyrell in the eyes.

Tyrell shook his head is disagreement but didn’t press further “Every month they change the password. This month’s is Knightly Valor.”

“Knightly Valor, thank you.”

“No, thank you for not telling the others. May I go now?”

Oliver ruffled Tyrell’s hair playfully “Go on scamp.”

Tyrell bowed and with a skip in his step, made his way out of the alleyway.

Oliver stood there alone for a moment before turning towards the shadows.

“You gonna keep follow me or we’re finally going to talk?”

The figure did not break the silence of the night as they stepped out seemingly from darkness itself.

“You knew I was following you? Impressive given not many can sense my presence” the cloaked figured spoke. unable to keep the curiosity out of her voice.

“Mhm.” Oliver grunted “Ever since West End. You were in the bar the night Abigail and I hired Archie. I heard you moving about when we camped for the night, just down the tunnel out of sight. I assume you lost us when we went down the side tunnels and decided to stake out West Haven for us to pass through. You’ve been tailing me all night since I left the Right Hook.

The figure said nothing.

“That’s what I thought.” Oliver sighed tiredly “Alright, we gonna have a problem? I've had a long night and I've been threaten one times too many today.”

“No problem.” The figure muttered.

Oliver narrowed his eyes suspiciously “Then why show yourself?”

“You need to know my presence.”

Oliver sighed “You are being very cryptic.”

“Now you know how everyone else feels.”

Oliver smirked mockingly, unable to hide the sarcasm from his voice “Thanks, I hate it!”

“Be careful bard.” the figured glanced about, worried “Something is coming.”

“Nice and vague, thanks for the tip ninja.”

The figure shifted uncomfortably but remained silent.

“Fine, go on then if you're not gonna be any more helpful.” Oliver shook his head before closing his eyes. When he opened them, the figure was gone, upped and vanished into nothingness.

Oliver ran his hand through hair tiredly as he began making his way back to the Right Hook.

“And I still have to climb two stories. Fucking hell, what a night.”