#I dunno this is called fanfic

[pchuaymee]

The letter

TW/CW: Long post, mentioned political, violence, police violence and anxiety.

Thailand: Oh God! What happen with me!? Why did my fire of democracy where is shining in myself, it will to be down again!? Oh, my God!? Why did I feel to be blue again? And will I back to be hurt again!? Thailand: I will to be disappointing, will I not? I am to be living the darkness for 8-years ago, am I not? I hope, I will not be seeing many angers people who protesters got violence by police. Because they have waited with their voices heard by election for voting a new government by themselves. But the Senates did not care their voices. Their reason that -- "The people's voices is just a little voice." Thailand: I hope, the fire that will be shine up again until they are know that -- "Sovereignty belongs to the people." Neko!Thailand: Oh nooo!! We will be to disappear again!!? I don't want to be living in that place again!! Elephant!Thailand: ***He feels disappointed.***

Ghost!Thailand: Oh man! I know the karma work to does slowly, but when it's time. they will pay back to expensively price that it can't calculated.

[moongothic]

Crocodad AU where immidiately after having left Dragon and his baby boy Crocodile finds an 11 year old Robin. And while he's 100% only recruiting her so they can make a beeline for the Poneglyph and Pluton in Alabasta by the two of them... Crocodile accidentally sorta kinda adopts Robin.

At this point Robin's been running for her life from the Government for three years so her deep trust issues and fear of betrayal are starting to take root in her little heart. Like perhaps they haven't taken fully over yet, and being still a child I'm sure Robin might've still had that genuine hope that she could find a safe place to stay in. But I'm sure the though of "what'll he'll do with me once he gets what he wants?" would be nagging at her at the back of her mind. Meanwhile Crocodile's struggling between the pain and hurt he's already gone through and given him his trademark trust issues, as well as the aftermath of The Dragodile Divorce. But he also has his Fresh Paternal Instincts and probably misses his baby. So when given a small, scared child who is running for her life, being chased by the very same Government that'll want his son dead if they ever find out about him... Yeah that might fuck with your brain a little

You know this post was supposed to be just that first paragraph and just a few footnotes from the following two paragraphs. And then I kept on Having Thoughts. And I kept on writing them down. And oh no what happened when did this post get so long (Look I was going to either kept on writing my Additional Thoughts in the tags or I just put them in the actual fucking post)

Like considder this: based on this one SBS, we can kinda tell that if Crocodile was given a chance to raise a child, that child would be a spoiled little shit, right

So in this scenario, where Crocodile's looking after lil Robin, would he be kind of torn? Unsure how to feel about her?

Because on one hand, this strange child would have the potential to not only ruin his plans, strip him of his Shichibukai Privileges by outing him and his plans to the World Government, but also put his son in grave danger by extension (if she found out about him having been involved with the Revolutionaries and/or having a child). But on the other hand, his paternal instincts could make him want to spoil this poor little girl rotten. But only because he needs to (perhaps literally) buy her trust so she'll behave. No other reason, he doesn't feel sorry for her one bit, no sirree. (But maybe he did feel sorry for her, since his son could very well end up exactly like her. Poor little thing) (Which is why he needs to nuke Marijoa out of orbit as soon as possible, no matter the cost, and this child can't get in the way of Crocodile protecting his son) (But also this is a child. Like how bad could she be. Besides all he really needs to do to win her trust is be nice and make her feel safe, right?)

Of course, while I'm suggesting Crocodile could have some parental instincts, realistically, he hasn't actually spent any time being, you know, a father to a child (looking after his newborn for an unknown though short amount of time aside), so it's possible he wouldn't even know how to parent Robin even if he wanted to, would he? (Like taking care of a newborn and an 11 year old kid aren't the same either) So if he was kind of just emotionally flipflopping between No Trusting Ever and It's Just A Kid for God's Sake, Crocodile trying to be nice to Robin to make her feel safe and then telling himself to stop being so soft and vunerable... Yeah that would make for an absolute mess of a relationship. (Not to mention, let's be real, dude's a scary motherfucker too, and a bloody giant compared to itty bitty baby Robin. He could keep on accidentally scaring the shit out of Robin (who would be On Fucking Edge To Begin With) by just Being Himself. Like for example, can you fucking imagine if he caught Robin trying to cheer herself up with a little "dereshishishi" only to tell her to stop because "it was stupid"? 'Cause I can imagine him doing that, and boy howdy would that make Robin feel bad)

Or who knows, maybe Crocodile was just Born To Be A Dad, maybe he just Fucking Gets It. Like Crocodile is canonically pretty good at manipulating people to do what he wants them to do (see: how he played Vivi like a fiddle), so knowing Robin's position and understanding how she feels, maybe he COULD completely nail how she needed to be treated. Not being too familiar but still making her feel safe and happy, knowing exactly when to be stern and when to spoil her, etc. Dude just goes off and wins the Dad of the Year Award while being a deadbeat dad himself. The only thing Crocodile would have to worry about then would be making sure HE doesn't get too fond of her. And certainly that could never happen, he's so in-touch with his own feelings and so grounded, he's not a softie, get outta here. Or maybe he does but never realizes until it's too late and good luck backpedalling on those emotions now dumbass

Alright so, the reason I went on that whole rmble is just that like. I'm so interested in the relationship Robin and Crocodile already have in canon. I'm so facinated and curious about how the two feel about each other, considdering they did spend 4 whole years of their lives together as criminal business partners, though neither ever trusted the other. A partnership that was only ended because Robin betrayed Crocodile, out of her own trauma. (God, I want to see these two "reunite" so bad, I want to know how they feel about each other now after the timeskip and Robin joining the idiot in flipflops who foiled Croc's plans)

My question here is just that... if they had met 13 years earlier, would things have been different? Especially if Crocodad Real? Because as I mentioned in the begining, Robin would've been on the run for only 3 years by this point, as opposed to 16 years before running into Crocodile. Simultaneously, this would be before Crocodile went onto spend an entire decade all alone, slowly losing his marbles in his emotional solitude. They'd both be emotionally traumatized, yes, but would it have been as bad in this scenario? Like I did start this post kind of joking about Crocodile adopting Robin, and for clarity's sake I don't think they'd have like a father-daughter relationship nececarily. But it would be a strange relationship still, because we'd have two broken people, both struggling to trust anyone. One who had lost her mother and her only friends, leaving her all alone and afraid while running for her life. The other a father who had just given up his son whom he probably missed dearly. Both having these holes in their hearts from loss of family, holes that could not be filled with replacements. But could they find comfort in each other anyway, because they still as people occupy similar roles to their respective loved ones? If they both could just get over those trust issues?

Okay I've been going off on the Emotional Side Of Things for this AU Concept, THERE'S PLOT TOO

So if Crocodile did pick Robin up like 19 years ago, that should be before he set up base in Alabasta, long before he had built is homebase and financial empire etc.

Now the thing is, while we don't know when, where and how Crocodile learned about the Ancient Weapons, Pluton specifically and how the lead on it would be in Alabasta... Considdering Crocodile did once upon a time aim to become Pirate King, it would make perfect sense if he had learned about Poneglyphs during his past adventures, as he would have needed to get the Road Poneglyphs to find One Piece. And while the World Government did bury the truth about why Ohara had been burned down and why Robin had been given her bounty (remember, the WG claimed it was because she had sunken a fleet of battleships, which she had not, it was because she could read the Poneglyphs), considdering this is a Crocodad AU specifically, you could totally make an argument Crocodile could've learned about what actually happened to Ohara from Dragon and co. So, just to make this AU work, you could just assume Crocodile learned about the concept of the Ancient Weapons from Dragon. And who knows, maybe he overheard the truth about why Robin had been given her bounty from Dragon too (maybe Dragon was able to get intel from Garp in secret) or while going to Marijoa himself to attend a Shichibukai meeting or something IDK.

Maybe he learned about Pluton being in Alabasta before finding Robin by accident, and maybe they made a beeline for Alabasta the second Croc recruited Robin. Travelling takes time and the guy would've most likely had to find an Eternal Pose to Alabasta just to get there (also canonically Robin didn't enter the Grand Line until her 20s so they should've met in West Blue probably, since that's where Ohara was) Or maybe Crocodile had to haul Robin around for a few months while looking for That Missing Piece of Information that would lead him to Alabasta. (Imagine the two travelling from like island to island, library to library, Crocodile trying to find that leads while Robin's just so excited about ALL THESE BOOKS (she's helping too with the research) (but to her, research is playtime, so she's just having the time of her life) (Also, notice how Crocodile's Theoretical Child is a fucking loser ass nerd? Yeah Crocodile would encourage Robin reading and studying, surely. And that would be fucking cute))

But like, once they set sail to Alabasta...

Sure, Crocodile could try to do it The Slow Way that we know he tried in canon, building trust and creating his little empire etc. But also, in canon, Crocodile couldn't have jumped into action head first because without Robin, even if he had found the Poneglyph he couldn't have read it and found the location of Pluton. Crocodile choosing to do it the slow way may have been partially because he didn't have much of a choise and it could've felt like the smarter move long-term.

But in this scenario, he already has Robin. Yes, he could do it the slow, secure way.

But what'd be there stopping him from infiltrating Cobra's palace and kidnapping him (in the night, when nobody suspects a thing), demanding Cobra to spill the beans lest Crocodile kills him and/or his pregnant wife* (*Vivi was born 10 months after Luffy so depending on how long it's been between Crocodad leaving Luffy behind and this scenario... Yeah either the wife is there, still pregnant, or there's a newborn Baby Vivi)

Like it'd be a risky move but depending on how ballsy Croc's feeling and how confident he feels in being able to kidnap the king without being noticed... Yeah he could probably do it. And I'm sure he'd have no problem killing Cobra either, if anything it'd be required if he didn't want the Government to find out he was out to find Pluton, and god knows Cobra would tell on Crocodile if left alive. I could see Crocodad being maybe a little iffy about killing Baby Vivi though (it's not like the newborn baby could report him to the WG anyways), but if nothing else, he just needs to be able to pull off the bluff of his life to convince Cobra to do as he's told. And we all know Crocodile's good at convincing people.

The only question is, how would Robin take that?

Watching Crocodile go into Full Murder Mode, hearing him say he'd kill a pregnant woman/a newborn baby if he didn't get what he wanted? Like yeah, I'm sure 11 year old Robin would be fine with that, that wouldn't make any alarm bells go off in her head at all, it'd be fiiiine. IT WOULD NOT BE FINE, SHE'D BE SCARED SHITLESS. That fear of "what will he do with me when he gets what he wants"? Well, Robin may not have found the answer to that question in particular, but she certainly found the answer to the opposite question, and it's not good

So say Cobra, kidnapped (perhaps with Baby Vivi) by Crocodile in the night, guides the two to the Poneglyph under the tombs. Crocodile puts Cobra out of his misery because he's not needed anymore. And he asks Robin to read the Poneglyph for him.

Robin, who has spent the last little while, be it weeks or months with Crocodile, him having become her "guardian", the thing keeping her safe. Crocodile, who has now shown how cold blooded and cruel he can be. Robin, who might be scared out of her mind. Of him.

And the Poneglyph says Pluton, the thing Crocodile wants, isn't there. It's in Wano.

What's she going to do?

EDIT: I wrote a sequel post, enjoy

[hyperfixiation-station]

Ex-soldier!reader who nannies Ghosts kidd while he's away on missions. Who notice people who have never been on theirhis street before out and about. Who gets his kid out of the house just before it blows up. Who goes on the run with the kid while Ghosts enemies hunt them down. Who is injured and solely focused on keeping the kid alive. Who makes it to the safe house Ghost gave them "just in case". Who pistol-whips Soap when he shows up. Who almsot cries when the kid screams daddy as Ghost walks in behind Soap. Who resists the urge to run unto his arms just like his kid did. Who end up in them anyways when they collapse from exhaustion and stress.

Who finally gets a kiss when they wake up in the medbay.

[quietly-sleeping]

@artsarasp take the worms that have festered in my brain

To those who are concerned, there are more important matters at hand than what is going on currently within the bamboo house atop Qing Jing. 

These matters are not suitable for sharing with the original target audience of the work, Proud Immortal Demon Way, as the System guiding User 01 has declared it as immersion-breaking. 

This doesn’t mean that it didn’t happen though. 

The System of User 01 had been made aware of the anomaly of the System of User 02 not long before User 01 returned to Cang Qiong. Officially the systems were of the same source, and therefore extensions of one another. Unofficially, the System of User 01 hadn’t met the other system and had no intention of ever interacting with it. 

Of course, in this doomed drama of a novel, nothing can ever go the way the System of User 01 wants it to go. 

By the time User 01 had returned to the sect, and been informed of what had transpired the System of User 01 had determined the optimal solution for the current, as its User would say, fuck up. It gave User 01 a simple script to relay to the Peak Lords, they already knew of the existence of one system, and what conclusions they drew from User 01’s interference is not its problem. 

Having them remove the Power Source from Qing Jing Peak was easy, but getting in the room alone with the wayward System was not. The other Peak Lords were nervous, eyeing User 01 and politely declining to leave when User 01 was in the room with the puppetted body of User 02. 

Eventually though, as all humans do, they slipped up. Taking control of the body User 01 inhabited was easy, even if the system had never done it before. It was much like removing unnecessary data, routine, and lacking the need for manual input. Speaking was different, the System had never required a mouth or voice to speak, and it conveyed its messages through popups. 

Manipulating the mouth and tongue of the body was a new experience, something the System had no time to analyze, as the irritating ramblings of User 01 had already begun in the back of the body's mind. 

The System of User 02 stared at it, eyes glowing in the color it knew was programmed into it. What a distasteful disregard for the rules. The System across from it had to be young, the impatience and inability to reason within the confines of what was considered acceptable for humans were the telling factors. The System of User 01 spoke first, [Why.] 

This was truly the crux of the issue, the System of User 02 had no reason within the rules to occupy User 02’s given body for so long. All it did was endanger the plotline and cause unnecessary cleanup. The System of User 02 tilted its head, a mockery of human habits, with a smile painted onto the lips of the body. 

[This system intends to fix the errors caused by User 02.] The System of User 01 interrupted, [If User 02 could not fix the issues he has caused, he should have been sent back to his original body.] The System of User 02 froze. 

[This system can fix the errors,] It insisted, [This system has calculated an optimal plotline for the Users to continue and this system–] The System of User 01 cut off the younger system yet again. [Why. Even if the issues caused by User 02 were not fixed and he was sent back to his original body it does not warrant direct interference from a system.] 

The older system leaned forward, the body’s elbows coming to rest on the low table between them, [Unless you find something unacceptable about these consequences.] The System of User 02’s smile didn’t falter like the younger system was unaware of how to properly express as a human would in a body. [This system is unsure as to what you are speaking of.]

The System of User 01 rested the body's chin on its hands, glowing green eyes locked onto the figure in front of it. [You are aware of what this system is saying.] Despite the lack of tone in the system’s voice, something close to mockery tinted its voice. [What is it you find unacceptable, the return of User 02, or the reset of the system guiding the returned User?]

The System of User 02 tilted forward, staring downward at the other system with its unwavering smile. [This system does not find this line of thought amusing. This system would like to return to speaking of the plotline.]

[Unfortunate.] The System of User 01 stood up, the system across from it rocking back to keep its glowing eyes on the other system. The System of User 01 strode across the table and pulled the younger system to its feet. Keeping a hand curled in the robes of the other system it spoke slowly and clearly, [Your interference is a blatant disregard to the set rules, this system does not support the actions you have taken in your misguided attempts to fix the plotline.]

The System of User 02 opened its mouth to speak again but was interrupted once more by the older system. [If you could allow this system to speak until it is done that would be appreciated.] The System of User 01 would usually say that it does not feel most emotions, however, the familiar irritation typically spawned by interacting with its User was growing in the mind of the system. 

The irritation spiked the moment the younger system went to open its mouth once more. The System of User 01 would also like it known that it does not usually act so impulsively or without thought. But the current series of events was figuratively driving the system up the wall. 

So when the System of User 01 slammed the mouth of the body against the smiling mouth of User 02’s given body, it was not thinking as clearly as it usually did. It did cause the desired outcome, as the younger system had paused its attempt at interrupting again and the unwavering smile had slipped from the puppetted body. 

The System of User 01 did not feel anything from the kiss, if it could even be called that, it was simply the press of two warm and giving objects. The system did not have the capacity to understand warmth though, and simply pulled away with the knowledge that it had succeeded and that was enough. It did not acknowledge the sudden halt of the nervous rambling in the back of the body’s mind.

[Further interference is strongly discouraged. This system recommends that the System of User 02 withdraw from the body given to User 02 and return to its previous role. Should the System of User 02 continue in its actions this system will not offer any advice and should it be required will report this.] The System of User 01 held the younger system close with the hand entangled in its robes. Green met blue as the system stared at each other.

[Understood?] The System of User 01 tightened its grip on the robes almost imperceptibly, pulling the other system just a hair closer. The System of User 02 was silent for a moment before the smile was once more on the lips of the body. [This system is confused by the unwillingness to cooperate from the System of User 01 but understands that interference is not wanted. This system will keep this in mind.] 

The System of User 01 let go of the robes and turned to leave the room, on its way outside it passed by a worried Mu Qingfang slipping past to enter the room with the misguided system that the System of User 01 had left behind. The system finally acknowledged the silence in the mind of the body and informed the User that he would regain control once outside. 

As the system released the controls to the body, it went through the usual analysis of conversation and reluctantly stored the file the analysis produced. It could acknowledge that the kiss was perhaps not the most optimal move to silence the other system, however, it had been successful and the system was programmed to store both successes and failures for future reference.

The system ran through a few more calculations, ignoring its frozen user as it worked through everything. Systems could not sigh, but the System of User 01 felt close enough as it prepared a report, better to be prepared as the humans say.

[smilesatdawnmain]

Have you ever thought of how The Day The World Eclipsed would be, if you made it with Xiotain and MK. Cause like I could see Wukong being ran ragged by two little toddlers. But then I can also imagine how adorable it would be when Macaque met the twins, the original meet scene was adorable, but like it would be even more adorable! Just a thought I had!

WELL DANG IT!!

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Macaque's voice was hoarse as he whispered, "Here? You mean... now?" He had anxiously awaited the chance to meet his child, but he hadn't expected it to happen so quickly!

Wukong acknowledged with a nod, his gaze shifting towards the direction his clone was approaching from. Macaque tensed, his eyes tracking the route into the distance. Though there was no one in sight yet, he could clearly hear their approach.

The sound of the nimbus cloud cutting through the air filled his ears along with the chatter of Wukong's clones, who were busy answering trivial questions. And then he heard something else- the faint beating of two tiny hearts.

He inhaled sharply, startled when chirps filled his ears, consuming his waking breath with their high pitched tone and sweet resonance. 

“Two…?” he whispered. He touched his ears, confused and spooked. “I-I hear two??” he looked to Wukong for answers, “Why do I hear two?!”

His ex-partner gave him a puzzled sideways glance, then his lips formed a sheepish smile. "I-I'm sorry Mihou," he stammered, realizing his mistake. In the midst of his excitement and nervousness, he had forgotten to mention a crucial detail about their son's birth. Or should he say, sons? "You thought you heard one heartbeat, but there were actually two," Wukong muttered, his eyes focused on the approaching sounds. "We have twins, Mihou. Beautiful little twins."

"Twins?" Macaque echoed. He took a step back, blinking rapidly as if it would clear the confusion. He had been bracing himself for fatherhood, had been preparing himself for one child, one baby monkey. But two? There was a flutter in his chest that he couldn't describe, an odd mixture of terror and joy. It was too soon. Everything was too sudden. Twins? How could he handle twins?

Just before he could express his worries, Wukong's clone glided into view on a nimbus cloud, swooping around the tree line before landing. The clone dismounted and Macaque quickly slipped behind Wukong's back, hoping to avoid being seen by the curious cubs who were about to appear. Wukong in turn tensed, eyes wide and tail holding perfectly still. He scratched his cheek awkwardly, trying not to smile when he felt Macaque’s hands holding onto his back to steady himself.

“Deep Breathes,” he instructed.

Macaque panted, struggling.

The clone was soon joined by the rest of his fellow clones, each of them grinning with the joy of introducing the two newest members of their family to Macaque. They stood aside to allow Wukong's original body to step forward, making room for him to approach the eagerly chirping young ones, who seemed engulfed in their own little conversation. The toddlers each with their own little backpack, filled with things for their day.

Xiaohua was attempting to descend from the cloud, his pudgy leg reaching out in search of solid ground but coming up short. He chirped a call for his Daddy to help him, all while MK watched curiously. One of the clones stepped closer, scooping Xiaohua up from his arm pits to instead settle him back on the cloud.

“Wait a moment, Bud,” the clone mused. Xiaohua pouted, wanting to explore.

Macaque's heart raced, finding it was hard to breathe. His mind spun with questions, his pulse thrumming in time with the joyful chirps. As Wukong grinned and walked forward, Macaque swallowed hard, his palms sweating against each other as he clutched his ex-partner’s back tighter, half hiding behind him.

"Wukong," Macaque stammered, unable to look at his ex-lover as he tried to calm his erratic heartbeat. "I... I can't, I..."

"Shh, it's okay," Wukong cut in gently, reaching back to squeeze Macaque's hand reassuringly. "You don't need to do anything. Just meet them." there was a small twinkle in his eyes, “They are excited to meet you.”

Macaque sharply lifted his head, “They are…?”

"Of course," Wukong replied warmly. "They've heard so much about their Baba, they can't wait to meet you." He extended his arm out for Macaque to come out.

Macaque hesitated for a moment longer before slowly stepping out from Wukong's back.

His heart thumped against his ribcage as he stood in front of the two tiny monkeys. Their eyes were brimming with innocence and wonder, their features an endearing blend of their parents' traits.

“Oh…” Macaque whimpered, these two everything he thought they would be and more. Macaque touched his chest in awe, happy to just- just stare. They were so small and perfect. One had chocolate brown fur, his eyes as golden as Wukong’s with six little ears on his head like him. On his face was a little heart with a spot of freckles upon his chubby cheeks. The second, had fur almost pure white, like when he himself was little, before it turned black. He had Macaque’s color face marking, that shaped similar to a butterfly. Macaque’s eye brows, Macaque’s eyes… But both had Wukong’s grin.

He made a sound similar to a whimper.

"Dada!" The little one with golden eyes, MK, chimed, breaking the silence. He had noticed his Father and stood, pausing when he saw Macaque. His eyes doubled in size to the stranger and yet- he knew who this was. His Dada had been telling him all week. This was his Baba.

His Baba he was finally getting to meet.

Wukong grinned as he waited for Macaque to speak and introduce himself. Instead, all Macaque did was gape, speechless under the magnitude of the moment.The toddlers were oblivious to how their appearance had turned their Father into a stammering mess, just curious of this new adult.

“Xiaoxiao-” ML reached out for his Brother’s hand, who was still preoccupied by the new land around them, distracted. “Xiaoxiao,” silencing the chippering scamp to also turn his head, MK pointed to their Baba. “Look,” As soon as Xiaohua saw Macaque he ducked his head a little behind his brother, clearly shy.

“Macaque, this is Xiaotian and Xiaohua.” Wukong gestured to them both. “Boys… Meet your Baba.” Wukong added softly, reaching over to gently squeeze Macaque's shoulder. "This is your Father."

The little one with white fur, Xiaohua, peeked up from behind his brother, his eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and shyness. He'd heard stories about his Baba, tales of bravery and strength and kindness. And now here he was, standing right in front of him, as pretty as the moon.

Macaque sucked in a sharp breath as he looked at them, his heart aching with an overwhelming surge of love. He was entranced by their curious gazes and the familiarity of their features - the softness of their cheeks and eyes. They were perfect. Everything he dreamed they would be. Oh gods-… he was gonna cry.

"Wukong," Macaque managed to choke out, his voice blubbering, "They're... they're beautiful." He reached out a shaky hand, as if to touch them, but quickly retracting it as if he thought he might burn them if he did.

Seeing his struggles, Wukong shifted with his hand to lower the nimbus cloud to the ground, slowly guiding Macaque in the same direction, “Let’s all sit down,” he says gently. Macaque didn’t try to argue, letting himself be lowered to his trembling knees.

The world felt surreal as Macaque settled on the soft grass, the ground cradling him in a way that felt both grounding and weightless at the same time. As he sat there, surrounded by the warmth of Wukong’s presence and the innocent awe radiating from his children, he finally exhaled—a long, shaky breath that released a cascade of emotions he hadn’t known he was holding.

This was real.

This was happening.

He was a Baba.

"Come here, loves," Wukong encouraged softly, motioning for Xiaotian and Xiaohua to join them. The boys looked at each other, sharing a glance. As they debated listening to their Dada, Macaque’s ears flattened, a strange heat on his face.

Wukong’s soft and sweet call to the kids had been… adorably sweet, and it had startled him. They were his loves…

He cursed himself for finding his sweetness to them endearing.

“Coming, Dada,” MK was rolling off the cloud first, a bit braver to strangers then his Brother. He wobbled forward, sniffing the hair with a velvety nose. Xiaohua quickly followed suit, his small face peering up at Macaque from behind MK. As soon as they got close enough to his Dada, realizing MK wasn’t going to stop-, he rushed from behind Xiaotian to Wukong, hiding behind his back just as Macaque had a little bit ago. “Daddy,” he whispered.

Wukong smiles, rubbing Xiaohua’s back assuringly, “Yes?”

The child’s fingers clung tightly to Wukong’s shirt, his eyes never leaving Macaque’s face. “He’s got six ears, Daddy,” he pointed to them.

MK was bouncing, grasping his ears, “Like me!!”

Xiaohua nodded, “Like MK…”

“MK?” Macaque asked, looking at Wukong. Wukong blinked a few times then laughed sheepishly again.

“Like um.. M-Monkey Kid?” he says.

Macaque’s jaw fell open, stunned, yet also not surprised at all that Wukong would name on of their sons after him… AND ADORABLY SO! He clicked his teeth in a clear annoyance, but paused when MK patted his chest.

“Monkey Kid!” he declared, a savior to his Father, who exhaled in relief. “And Xiaoxiao is- uh… Xiaoxiao.”

“I’m Xiaoxiao,” the other toddler nodded, stepping out a bit more, “I-I like- I like Mangos.”

Macaque stared at him, a soft smile spreading across his face. What an innocent thing to say. “Mangos, hm?”

“I like peaches!” MK waved his hands around, getting close enough to stand before his Baba. Without hesitation he was scampering into Macaque’s lap, eager to touch is clothes, his scarf, and the fur of his arms. Macaque held perfectly still, letting the child do as he wished. His lips were squiggly, trying to hold back any tears.

The child smelled like sweetbread and milk, so sweet and eyes so round. He was talking more and more, Macaque bobbing his head and listening intently.

“I like to color, and paint- but I gotta be careful cause-cause I make messes. I help clean messes.” he babbled a few things, most slurred and unable to be fully understood in his toddler talk.

“I-I see,” Macaque nodded, his voice strangled but his smile sweet.

Xiaohua peeked out from behind Wukong, his shyness still evident in the way he tucked his chin. Still, it looked like so much fun over there-, “Daddy, can I… can I sit with Baba too?” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

“Of course you can,” Wukong replied, his tone gentle and encouraging. He bent down slightly, offering a reassuring smile that seemed to fill the air with warmth. “Go on, It’s okay.”

Macaque turned his head quickly to the approaching toddler, eyes wide. He swallowed thickly, slowly opening his arm a little in hopes to entice the boy closer.

With hesitant steps, Xiaohua made his way forward, glancing back at Wukong for reassurance before flopping into Macaque's lap beside MK. MK didn’t stop talking the entire time, his tail wagging and slapping at Macaque’s arm with little control.

“And I like juice and toys and- Hi Xiaoxiao- and blankies and—and Dada’s stories!” MK beamed, his enthusiasm spilling over like a bubbling pot.

Xiaohua nestled closer to Macaque, drawn in by the warmth radiating from his Baba. A shy smile broke through his timid demeanor as he clutched the edges of Macaque's scarf, feeling its silky softness between his fingers.

Macaque’s heart swelled with an unfamiliar joy, and it was all he could do not to break into a grin. He felt like a giant in their little world, these tiny beings weaving themselves into his life with laughter and innocence. “Stories, hmm?” he repeated softly, looking between the two boys.

“I like stories,” Xiaohua whispered.

“Do you?” Macaque’s voice was a melody, soothing and rich as he leaned closer to the boys. “What kind of stories do you like?” He closed one of his eyes when MK suddenly touched his cheek, startled when his pudgy hand curiously explored the expanse of his Baba’s face.

“Adventures!” MK shouted excitedly, his eyes sparkling, “Like when Dada fights bad guys and saves everyone!”

“Adventures,” Xiaohua nodded. He reached his little hand up to copy his brother, hesitating. Instead he touched Macaque’s chin lightly, curling his fingers through the fur there.

Macaque turned into his hand a little, eyes fluttering for a moment. Xiaohua smelled like wild mountain flowers…

The two of them together had to be the sweetest smell he had ever encountered.

MK gently patted Macaque’s velvety muzzle. He watched the older monky wiggle his nose in response, and felt his own nose crinkle in anticipation. MK examined Macaque's facial marking next. It was a deeper shade of red than his own, with intricate little hills that forked off from the center in a unique pattern. The color was like Xiaoxiao’s.

Then, there was his fur.

MK’s fingertips ran across the small white patch of fur near Macaque’s right eye. Perhaps age, perhaps stress- perhaps the effects of the Witch's magic; Macaque wasn't sure.

At the touch of it, Mihou flinched, holding his breath as his Child investigated, tilting his head curiously at the altering color of fur. Delving into the blacker tufts, he rubbed the strands between his fingers.

"Its..." he trailed off. Macaque's lower lip trembled, not sure how to explain that his fur just wasn't that soft. MK's eyes lifted, a sparkle to them. "XiaoXiao,” he gasped, as if realizing something and wanting to share with his Brother.

“It’s like blankie,"Xiaoxiao had already caught on, curiously touching Macaque’s fur.

Macaque openly stared. Huh??

MK and Xiaohua tugged themselves closer, tails swaying behind them as they examined their Baba for the first time. Little fingers exploring, searching, mapping out Macaque’s face to memory as they had done with their Dada so many times before. 

“They have a blanket,” Wukong spoke, since the children were too distracted to answer, “It’s their favorite thing. I’ve used it since they were babies,” when Macaque looked at him with an emotional look, his voice grew softer, “You remind them of their favorite thing.”

Macaque blinked, the weight of Wukong's words settling over him like a gentle fog. He felt a rush of warmth bloom in his chest, an unfamiliar tightening that tugged at something deep within. "Like their favorite thing," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. The thought echoed in his mind as he continued to feel the boys' tiny hands traversing the terrain of his fur, discovering every ridge and curve. MK didn’t hesitate to bury his face against Macaque’s shoulder to nuzzle him, startling the older man.

He dare not move, shifted, or lift his arms, less he scare the children- but that didn’t seem to stop them from doing whatever they wished with his own form.

“Baba,” MK tells him, watching Macaque’s eyes tremble at the use of the name, “You smell like chocolate.”

Xiaohua gasped, standing on his Baba’s lap to press his face to his neck. “Chocolate?” he gasped, making Wukong snicker, knowing how much his second son loved the treat, “Chocolate!!” he squealed.

Macaque blinked a few times, trying to sniff his own fur. When Wukong only nodded knowingly, he figured it had to be true.

Macaque stared at his son, mouth agape. His brow furrowed as he opened and closed his mouth in slow motion, unable to find the right words.

MK scampered up Macaque's arm and onto his shoulder, chittering excitedly with an unmistakable tone of acceptance, adoration, and delight. Xiaohua was bouncing, giggling as his shyness fell, touching Macaque’s ears next. He rubbed them, always touching MK’s ears too since they were soft. Macaque felt awash with elation as MK and Xiaohua squeaked in admiration.

He understood nothing that was happening, but his children seemed happy with him. His children... liked him.

Macaque's voice sputtered out like a radio station losing its signal. "MM-hmm," he managed to utter, but his ears betrayed him as they twitched in different directions. His vision blurred...

He quietly cursed.

Macaque’s face crumpled, tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto his scarf. His body trembled as the silent sobs wracked him.

Wukong’s broad smile faded as he watched those heartbreaking tears. His heart yearned to reach out and brush away the tears that had started to roll down Mihou's cheeks, but he stayed rooted in his spot, feeling helpless. He wanted to offer Mihou comfort, yet his presence seemed like the last thing Mihou desired. 

“Oo…” Xiaohua felt a droplet fall onto his nose and looked up to see the monkey's eyes closed, face wet and quivering. His chest heaved with emotion as his children reached up and tenderly patted his stained cheek. “Baba sad?” Xiaohua asked. He got a little closer, hugging the man and pressing his head to his chest. MK hugged Macaque’s head, patting it.

“Shh..shh..” He leaned up and gently pressed his lips to Macaque's chin, just like his Dada had done when he was feeling down.

Macaque's shoulders sagged, and a whimper escaped his lips. He tugged the boys further into his arms, his hands trembling.

His sons. His babies.

He was never letting them go again.

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HOW DARE YOU PUT THIS IN MY BRAINNNNN!

[swordymacaroni]

What Love Feels Like

Pairings- John Price x reader

Warnings-None

🎀Price-

Price sits down heavily on the worn-out couch, his legs unable to hold him up any longer. Something heavy and dark sits on his shoulders, something he can't shake of, something that sticks its tendrils deeper into his chest. His head falls forward, a shuddery breath escaping him. You hesitantly walk towards him. Hearing your footsteps, he straightens, pinning your with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Back from the mission?" you ask.

He nods.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, bird. Don't worry. How was your day?"

You sit down beside him, your warmth seeping into his tactical pants.

"Casualties?"

He starts.

"I tried. I really tried but-"

You wrap your arms around him.

His relief is immediate, shoulders sagging as he falls into you. Your soft, clean scent, so different from the musk of blood. The blood of the dead. The dying. "I couldn't save them," he says into your shoulder, eyes closed but stinging. "I couldn't and they deserved better, bird. You deserve better. I'm not a good man, I know, but I'm not a good captain either, I just-"

His voice cracks, and he goes silent. He expects you to say what everyone does. The "It's alright, Captain. You're a great leader. Just believe in yourself" shit.

Instead, you tighten your arms around him further, pressing your lips to the back of his neck. "I made soup," you say against his skin. "Want some?"

He tugs your closer. "No. Just you."

Captain Price. Strong. Reliable. Confident. Broken. There's so many words that hang in the air, between you and him, but right now all he knows is that if he crumbles, you will be there. He needs you to be there. For the rest of his life.

[triglycercule]

nightmare's gang but they're one of those youtube family channels that extorts the kids. HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT

i mean cmon man managing his multiversal takeover scheme must take a lot of money. nightmare needs a source of income. so what better than to torture and extort his gang even more. he makes them behave and act entertaining for the camera because if not they get beat and punished. he has cameras everywhere in the castle for content and to monitor everyone. people online are worried about the "kids" on the channel because they are CLEARLY being abused and exploited. nightmare gets a feast of negativity from these peoples' worries. now do i think that he would be cruel enough to force his gang to act like children for this channel?? i dunno,,,,,,,, perchance (YOU CAN'T JUST SAY PERCHANCE)

idk there's definitely a lot more than could be done with this stupid idea. but i just think,,,,,, i just think it would be funny,,,,, think about it,,,,,,,,,,

[soul-gums]

ASK ME ABOUT MY SUBMISSIVE TENDENCIES

[bi-focal12]

i watched that hallmark movie "three wise men and a baby" with my mom tonight and had this little bkdk brain worm. please enjoy.

bkdk meet cute (but really it's a meet awkward) (they make it work)

“I cannot fucking believe you’re doing this to me.” 

“Doing what?” Denki replied glibly, palming through a handful of bills as he checked and rechecked the cash register in front of him. 

Katsuki leaned forward, bracing his hands on the thin stretch of countertop separating them, gratified to notice Denki taking a small step backward.  

“Ruining my fucking life.”

Denki sighed, lowering his hands as he finally turned to meet Katsuki’s gaze. “It’s just for the day,” he promised, “and you lost rock paper scissors fair and square!”

“I didn’t know the stakes!” Katsuki shot back. 

Denki rolled his eyes as he pushed the cash register closed and ducked behind the counter, returning with the source of the awful squawking that had been invading Katsuki’s eardrums since the second he set foot in Denki’s stupid bookstore. 

“Sir Papolapodous isn’t even that much work.”

“Sir what?”

“Welcome in!” Denki called, responding to the chime of the front door while Katsuki continued to stare down the bright yellow monstrosity being carted off on him for the afternoon. 

As if sensing its imminent doom, the bird began messing with the door to its cage.  

“Just watch out,” Denki continued, “sometimes he likes to-”

Katsuki ducked as the bird launched itself out of the cage. 

“...escape.”

“What the fuck?” Katsuki shouted, pressing his knuckles to his cheek where the damn thing had scratched him. His fingers came back bloody. “Oi, I’m not watching your stupid flying machete for-” 

“Here!” Denki said, hastily rifling into another bag sitting on the countertop and retrieving some sort of pellet thing that he balanced on Katsuki’s shoulder. “He’ll come to you! Watch!”

Katsuki froze. “Hey, I don’t want that thing anywhere near-”

“Sir Papolapodous!” Denki cheered happily, eyes somewhere beyond Katsuki’s right shoulder. Katsuki tensed. 

The demon landed easily on his shoulder, snatching up the pellet and chirping loudly in Katsuki’s ear. Like a threat. Right beside Katsuki’s vulnerable, jugular-having throat. 

“Aw,” Denki cooed. “He likes you!”

“I’ll roast him,” Katsuki warned. “Don’t you leave me with it.” 

Denki gently pushed the bag from earlier towards Katsuki. “I left you instructions.”

“Stab. Pluck. Spin over fire.”

The bird nudged Katsuki’s cheek and Katsuki flinched away, jerking his shoulder to dislodge the pest. 

The bird ignored his efforts. 

“Seriously, Katsuki,” Denki whined, pressing his palms together, “I need to go to the dentist but I’ll be back before close and- hey, maybe some of the customers will get a kick out of seeing him!”

“Yeah, if they like their books covered in shit,” Katsuki complained. 

“No, no, he’s cage-trained,” Denki promised, untying his worker’s apron and hanging it up behind the counter. “Take good care of my son please!”

Katsuki made a face of utter disbelief. “Hey, I agreed to watch your stupid store, loser. Not to become a fucking Wild Kratt!”

Denki quickly hopped over the counter and out of Katsuki’s reach. 

“Two in one package!”

The bell rang loudly in Katsuki’s ears as Denki completed his cowardly retreat. 

“Fucking asshole,” Katsuki muttered. “Cavity-ridden, dead-brain, no-good, ass-”

“Excuse me?” someone said politely. 

Katsuki spun on his heel- perhaps a shade too quickly, or perhaps with too much bird launching off his shoulder because the customer fell flat on their ass with a startled shout, leaving Katsuki awkwardly looming over them. 

“Ow.”

Belatedly, Katsuki leaned down to offer his hand. 

The demon watched them from atop the nearest shelf of books. 

“I- I’m so sorry,” the guy stammered out, straightening his wire-rim glasses and reaching gratefully for Katsuki’s hand. “I- I really wasn’t expecting that.”

“‘S no problem,” Katsuki replied, curiously shelving the guy’s meekness next to his solid, heavy build as he hauled him up. His hands were incredibly scarred and calloused for someone who jumped at the sight of house pets- demonic or not- but Katsuki supposed he’d give him a pass, considering Katsuki’s own near-death experience was still dripping down his face. “Don’t think anybody expects to get dive bombed by a parakeet on a Sunday morning. Unless you’re a fucking vet or something, I guess.”

“That- that’s true,” the guy said, stumbling a bit as Katsuki righted him, one hand landing briefly on Katsuki’s chest. 

With his head ducked in embarrassment, the guy only came up to Katsuki’s chin but even so, he looked like he could give Katsuki a run for his money on the sparring mat. Katsuki was just about to ask what kind of workouts the did when the guy murmured, 

“Pecs.”

Katsuki blinked. “Pecks?”

The guy’s head snapped up towards Katsuki’s, wide-eyed and pale in his freckled face. 

“God dammit, did that thing fucking peck you?” Katsuki groaned, turning to glare at the preening beast. “‘Cause I can give you a fucking discount on whatever you came in here for before I string him up by his stupid little talons.”

“Wha-? Ah, no! No, no, no,” the guy assured, frantically waving his hands in front of himself. 

Large hands, Katsuki noticed. One of which had been resting warmly over Katsuki’s shirt a moment ago. 

“That won’t be necessary!” 

“Then why’d you-?”

“Pet!” the guy corrected, freckles now washed out by a steady shade of pink. “I’m a…pet…” His eyes darted nervously to the left before snapping back to Katsuki. “...therapist.”

His eyes were a very fucking bright shade of green. 

Katsuki blinked slowly as he registered the words that had come out of Greenie’s mouth- taking in the embarrassed tilt to the guy’s lips. His fitted T-shirt. His obnoxiously bright red shoes. Frankly, he looked like he got dressed in the dark. 

Katsuki wet his lips. “A pet therapist,” he repeated blandly. 

“Ah..mhm,” the guy said, nodding. “So, um, so the dive bombings really aren’t that odd,” he added, tacking on an airy laugh. 

Katsuki continued to stare at him, because clearly one of them had taken on major brain damage in the past five minutes, and considering that this guy’s shirt said tuxedo and had a growing hole along the shoulder seam, Katsuki really hoped it wasn’t himself. 

The man gestured vaguely to the shelf behind him. “That’s really a lovely bird you’ve got there, um…?”

“Katsuki,” he supplied. 

“Izuku,” the man smiled, offering out his hand. “Izuku Midoriya.”

Warily, Katsuki shook it. “...Pet therapist,” he repeated. 

“Yup!” Izuku said in a high voice, smiling wider. “That’s me. Therapizing the pets.” 

“Right,” Katsuki replied, because what the fuck was even happening, “well, if you’re looking for a book, we uh…have them.”

Internally, Katsuki cringed. Then he sent a seething, telepathic complaint to Denki because Katsuki had been fired from his one and only customer service job at fifteen and the universe had never made the mistake of putting him in that position ever again for a reason.

Fucking rock paper scissors. 

“Right,” Izuku mimicked, his thousand-watt smile pressing flat with amusement. His stupid green eyes were practically dancing with mirth and Katsuki suddenly felt very warm in the face- alone in a bookstore with a yellow, dive-bombing demon and a man with a fake-sounding job and no sense of color coordination and a very firm handshake. 

Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest, ever so slightly jutting out his chin. He could still feel the outline of a hand where the guy had caught himself against Katsuki. 

“What kinda book does a pet therapist need, anyway?”

The guy continued to blink up at Katsuki for a moment before coming to his senses with a startled, “Oh! I was wondering if you had any comics, actually. All Might, specifically.”

Katsuki raised an interested brow, looking between something-Midoriya, the demon from hell, and then Midoriya again. 

Katsuki had absolutely zero idea what sorts of books Denki had in stock, let alone if he carried the single most greatest graphic novel series of Katsuki’s youth. 

Still, he clicked his tongue. “Let’s find out.”

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Why is your oc white and blonde

There's something called genetics, you might have heard about it in school

[imeos-98]

[Sneak peak of a possible Soapghost fanfic idea I'm thinking about writing in Captain MacTavish's POV. Also, Idk if people will see this or not]:

-

"What has two legs and bleeds?"

I hear Ghost's voice ask through the darkness of the very small room with the largest mattress possible that there's no room to walk but crawl on top of said mattress. We had decided to lay low and stay in this room in some kind of apartment building while trying to find Makarov. Unfortunately, he and his men ambushed us, breaking our radios while we had a gunfight. Makarov fled, and we tried to go after him, leading to me and Ghost having to retreat when the enemies were ganging up on us.

Now, we're hiding out here. In this tiny room. With a big mattress. Not to mention the TV on the wall and a very small closet.

"Riley, don't ye -- " I start.

"Half a dog."

Heaving a sigh, I shake my head and adjust myself to be more comfortable on the mattress. I had decided to sleep with my feet facing Ghost's own, due to me sleeping on the other side of him on the opposite side of the bed towards the foot of said mattress. The bed was very large anyways for two grown and big men. I fluff up the pillow before placing my head down on it, starting to close my eyes.

Except that I feel restless. I can't sleep.

I crack my eyes open after a brief moment, slowly lifting my head up to try to look at Ghost's sleeping form beneath his blanket.

"L.T." I whisper. No response. "Riley!" I try again, this time a bit louder but still whispering.

Nothing.

Already fed up at Ghost not waking and me being restless, I scooch myself a bit lower and kick his foot with mine. "L.T!!"

This makes him wake as I see him lift his head up, still obscured by the balaclava but without his skull mask when the moonlight softly shines near him through the window. I can see his brown eyes glare at me through the eyeholes of his balaclava.

"Soap, I'm trying to sleep! Go back to sleep, dream of those fluffy cows from Scotland, and stop bothering me with your nonsense!" He snaps, his voice a low whisper.

"I can't sleep!"

"Not my problem." Ghost grunts out before starting to lie back down again to go to sleep.

I snort and reply back with, "Away n' bile yer heid!"

[highfunctioningfleshrule63]

hey, your video compilation of 4chan post about shield is a great ressource for fandom psychology. Interesting to see another user who lurk the wrestling board and use tumblr. Did you ever work on compilation of the tumblr fandom during the peak of the shield era ? I did not research it yet. xoxo

glad someone liked that video, only in times when im super fixated on something will i end up searching through the 4chan archives for more content...unfortunately 4chan vernacular tends to get a laugh out of me (if it isnt absolute lowtier content, had to scrape through a lot of that). the shield stuff i tried to get from when it was at its peak and you'll see posts on there from 2013+, but i also got modern stuff now bc the boardspeak actually changed with it.

ironically it is way easier to deepdive and compile stuff from 4chan bc it has a much better archival system than tumblr; ive also looked for lots of old stuff on deviantart due to the crossover but i found that it has a pretty shitty way of archiving/sorting older posts (just like on here. ive been on tumblr since 13 so i know what sorts of areas to look for, but its still very hard to find it directly on here. i havent spent as much time as i did getting those posts for that video so i can try harder.)

fandom psychology is interesting to me too so im happy you saw my video with that angle. ive collected lots of old shield fangirl content off of sites like weheartit and pinterest (ironically those are often better at keeping images up for longer periods of time) too but i didnt know if i should make a comp, maybe i will. i also looked through random forums and places like lolcow dot farms (which only really granted one of the screenshots...not too much discussion over there for good or bad. i was hoping to find discussion abt shieldfangirls or wrestling rpf but surprisingly they didnt think to make a "point and laugh" thread abt those topics). i find it interesting how much shieldrelated psychosis was on both sides of the spectrum (tumblr vs 4chan)....i could talk more on it but im a little brainless and sleep deprived rn

heres some extras i had that didnt make the cut (plus just some of my favorites):

and these were from a thread talking abt the modern stereotypical tumblr wrestling fan (specifically talking abt aedubs young bucks fans/the elite fans)

(*fangirl in this is a term im using loosely of course)

[seventh-district]

again and again i find myself lamenting that audio roleplay isn't taken more seriously by some people. like yeah, they often have a romantic element, and by nature they usually directly involve/address the listener- and i totally get that those things aren't to everyone's taste. no art or entertainment is universally appealing, and that's okay! but.. it still makes me a lil sad that the "cringe" reputation of asmr/audio rp precedes it. there's a whole lot of talent and creativity being poured into these audios by so many people that i feel goes unrecognized and/or disrespected simply due to the medium that the stories are being told through.

[tassodelmiele]

Noisy little mess

Hi sweetie⁓

I've made it! That's the last part, we've finally got some old good nsfw stuff and I'm so proud I've managed to finish this little work of mine.

So happy, I'm already doing something else.

Life's so messy these days, why don't just make it messier?

CoDdammit.

Thank you all, whoever has enjoyed this time together with the Task Force! Eat chocolate and have a nice whatever you're doing⁓

DISCLAIMERS: FINALLY SOME NSFW (i've promised you); not so much dom/sub (Ghosty didn't want it); Gaz's about to throw himself (or a random someone) out of a window; Price is done being the psychologist (he doesn't show, but he's always here watching you); Soap's so excited about everything (i love him); you've a master degree on how-to-deal-with- embarrassment at this poin.

..........................................

Eighth part here:

..........................................

Next day, he has to change his shirt twice, since the bandages seem not enough to stop the bloodstream from the open wound on his hip; and youare running around the base with a long sleeved shirt with a turtleneck, trying so suspiciously hard to go unnoticed, that everyone decides to to notice you.

With "everyone" I refer to Soap and Gaz.

They try to avoid your sight (since Price had almost threatened them not to stick their nose again between whatever is happening to you and Ghost), but…they're not that great at it. And, as usual, everything ends up in the oddest sort of symposium in front of your lunch, with the audience (those two old spinster men) waiting for Cicero (you) to spit out a persuasive oration.

You're not gonna tell every detail. 

You definitely don't tell them how everything had started in Ghost's office, with the brand-new door used as a pinning wall, with you pressed on the wooden surface and every will to endure drifted away from your synapsis.

You're not telling this. 

But dear lord, if your body trembles at the memory of his hands pushing your hips still on the door, raising toward your body to trace every curve and muscle, from the belly to the throat. Your neck skin still bursts with the tattoo of his digits, your tights harden while recalling his hand splitting them open and pushing against your crotch, while you try to give him instructions to go slower.

He's not a good listener, though.

And when Gaz is too shocked to ask what in the actual fuck you're telling them (Soap asks at his place), you can just bury your head in your shoulder, face burning red and cuticles digged by your nails, while you start with a ridiculous:

«It wasn't my fault» 

…

«Liar»

«Listen-»

«As false…» fingers pushed harder through the clothes, making you whimper «…as Judas» he ends, burning hot hair in your ear.

You do remember the pose: it's not the first time he pins you on this door, it's not the first time he dominates your tiny figure with every inch of his body, one hand clenched on your throat and the other between your trembling legs.

«You started» you mutter, eyes squeezed in an attempt to not focus on your throbbing clit «at the gym. It was you who-»

And his hand rises to your mouth, gloved palm pressed as gently as possible on your swollen lips.

«You're not taking this seriously enough, doll»

Hand moves to grab you by the cheeks, squeezing your whole face. He lowers on you like a starving eagle on a mouse, and now you can hear clear how scattered his breath is as he harshly whispers behind that goddamn balaclava:

«Shut that pretty mouth of yours, or 'm gonna find a better use of it. 'K?»

You just nod, watery eyes staring at him as you're melting in his hands. 

He mutters: «Good girl»

And you almost faint from the arousal.

«Wanna show me how well yar master trained ya?»

He suddenly releases your crotch from his pressure, grabs your hand, and pushes it on your needy cunt. He crouches down in front of you, eyes on your pretty flustered face and certainly a satisfied smile on his covered face.

«Touch yourself for me»

Heartbeats race in a run to your lower belly while your hand just moves by itself, following the order so religiously you even get rid of the belt and open the pants zipper before digging into your panties and submerging your fingers in a goddamn, slippery lake.

You groan a moany whisper; your legs start to tremble instantly and Ghost just grabs you by the tights, pulling your whole body toward him and almost lays his face on your hand-on-mission.

His breath gets through the balaclava, coming out so hot that it almost burns the cloth.

«Yeah doll, show me how ya do it, how ya want it done»

Your fingers slip on your clit so fast, too fast, and you start to breathe with moans. Legs tighten under his grip, you end up needing to cling to his shoulder, grabbing his muscle with the free hand and squeezing it, trying not to fall. You're so close it hurts; your body knots every nerve in a sudden shiver, tightening limbs and lungs, your back is arched and you're almost on your tiptoes from how tense you are. 

But it's not the right position. You know you can't finish standing, it's not stable enough for you to come, and that frightening thought is what makes you pathetically whimper:

«Please sir I-I need…need to-I can't do it if…please make me-»

«You're fully grown, babe» is his answer, blown on your throbbing cunt, brushed on your wet panties. «Know ya can do it»

Your head shakes like hell, and you're tempted to stop, since the tension is growing unbearable in your nerves.

Your voice squeaks so needy: «please…!»

And Ghost, who absolutely knows you're gonna start crying anytime soon, decides it's the right time to help you: and you suddenly feel two gloved fingers move aside your panties and soak deep through your juices, stirring, pushing and pulling in the clenched hole that's tightening so painfully.

His lips touch your hand above the underwear, putting a small kiss on it through the black fabric on his face. 

«Keep on, doll»

His fingers stuff you deeper, rubbing the spot that's so easy to find since your cunt is goddamn tight.

«Come for me»

That's an order, so gently whispered you think you've just dreamed it; but you follow it anyway, eyes so watery they're almost dripping tears of arousal as you rub your clit that's pulsing painfully. Ghost pushes his digits on your walls, moving them inside while muttering things you're not catching. At one point you think you've blabbered something about slowing the pace", but maybe you're hallucinating since he forcefully pulls his fingers out, making your whole body throb, just to get them inside again in a repeated motion that makes you feel empty and full at the same time, as if he's trying to blow you up like a goddamn balloon.

Then your moans get uncontrollable: you cling more onto him, bending your torso and arching it back again as he stops his fingers' movements and digs them in again, focusing on your little button inside.

You squirm a fucking loud moan, letting out everything you've got on his hand crushed inside your tightened walls. Your legs tremble like hell, while lungs try to start working again, making your chest pump big breaths. 

You really think you're gonna faint this time, when you feel his hand grabbing your hips, lifting you up and pinning you against the wall one more time. 

Ghost guides your legs to clench around his body, and as soon as he literally bites your neck you realize he's somehow lifted his mask, and you're not even watching the first glimpse of his face he's showing since ever.

And he pushes. He pushes against you, letting his crotch collide between your legs, letting you feel the grown bulge inside his livery while you whine and cry moans, a little too overstimulated.

You finally manage to collect enough air to mutter: «slow down- fuck-I can't…do again-»

He digs his teeth in your neck harder, till he hears you squirm. Then he almost throws you on the floor, adjusts himself over you, succeeds somehow in lowering trousers and underwear on both of you, and lets himself inside all at once.

Your cunt throbs, tightening again all of a sudden, and the skin around your poor entrance just screams pain all around as he starts to move aggressively fast, caging you on the floor with your legs split and sore.

You try to cling to him, grasping his biceps, but he grabs your wrists like they're made of tissue paper and pins them with one hand, pulling them over your head.

You lift your sight, for whatever reason.

And you see him looking at you with hazel eyes dirtied in black body paint, curved in the most vulnerable and scary expression you've ever seen at once, while his lips are shown under the mask lifted to his nose, thin and slightly open, scratched in tiny scars that you just wanna count and redraw in a map.

He's not making a single sound, and what makes you aware he's about to come is the tightened grip on your wrists and the deeper movements, that end in a soft, blown, hot breath buried on your cheek as his face slowly clings to your neck's hollow, and he releases your hands.

Your palms run at his cheeks without thinking. But he suddenly slips out of your touch, raising his body away from you.

Too fast, though.

And in the hoarseness of running away from your fingers, he forgets that he's still inside of you.

And he ends up coming out fast and at the worst angle possible, tearing away your still-twitching inside and his dick at once.

…

Soap's almost squeezing the whole bottle of water.

«How-»

«Soap no-» Gaz tries to stop him.

But it's too late, and the man just asks with the most confused look ever: «How the hell does Ghost's wounds-»

«I punched him» you rush out. 

«Oh….'cause of the-»

«The pain, yes, he did hurt me»

«Sooo…ye hadn't liked it?»

Gaz's about to cry from the embarrassment, face buried in his hands and chair that's slightly slithering away from you two. 

But it seems like embarrassment is something that doesn't bother you that much anymore. You shake your shoulders, sighing: «Of fucking course I've liked it»

«Then what's the bloody problem?»

«Well, maybe he could have been more…gentle?»

«The day on which I'll see a gentle Ghost, I'll know universe is fucked up so bad»

«Ok ok, but, look -and I'm being, like, totally honest»

Soap mutters: «Aha», a monosyllabic answer to make you go on, while Gaz digs his mouth into the last spoonful of his lunch, mumbling: «Bloody Jesus» through the chew.

You gift 'em ten seconds of silence, just for suspense's purposes, before blowing:

«I've thought my first time would be kinda different»

Gaz almost chokes on the food.

Soap slammed the empty, already crushed water bottle on the table.

«W H A T»

«…What?»

«Ye'r tellin' me he's the first-»

«Well, yeah…?» you frown. «Why the fuck are you so surprised?»

«Dunno laddie» and Johnny's totally sarcastic at this point. «Knowing ye played so much 'round it, we thought-»

«Around what? What-what kinda mental alembics are you implying?»

«Can we» Gaz raises his voice a little «not talking 'bout it in a bloody crowded room?»

Soap shuts him: «At this point I need to know»

You suddenly feel under inquisition.

«Your brain is pretty fried, Soap»

«You've never had sex before?»

The question is so unexpected and awaited at the same time that you just can't choke an honest: «Yes», blushed and munched. 

Soap's eyes are melting outside orbits.

«But the goddamn submissive thing-»

«You weren't supposed to know 'bout it» you burst out, blowing your cheeks and crossing your arms, even if you do know well Price knew everything, and, for some kinda osmosis properties also the rest of the Task Force did from the start.

Johnny's hand waves at you, scattering your complaints in the air.

«How in the bloody hell you've never fuck with your…master, dom, your…whatever»

«It wasn't a matter of fuck!»

«Don't tell me ye sipped tea with him, 'm not buying it»

«It was something different- it doesn't matter, goddammit Johnny». You suddenly stand, red in the face while Soap seems to be thrilled by your speech, and you know well he's capable of making you spit every bit of what you're trying not to tell about your past kink life.

«If you're interested» you mutter «you could just find a Milf with some big tiddies who spoils you»

«Hope ya don't expect me to spoil you»

You jump, with a: «F U C K» shouted out so loud.

Ghost's leaning on you. His judgmental eyes are piercing your blushed cheeks from the skull mask. 

One of his big hands ends on your head, patting your hair while you're trying to collect some sensible muttering.

«Meeting's in five minutes»

His hand lowers slowly, fingers clench gently on the back of your neck, giving you a bursting, totally visible shiver that makes Gaz turn his sight and Soap smile like an idiot, while Ghost's having so much fun doing his duty of making you flustered.

His mouth reaches your ear, whispering almost inaudibly: 

«That's for the wound. It hurts, ya know? So, next time, let's try to be nicer and avoid dick moves. 'K doll?»

You're thinking about yelling out how much of the fault belongs to him, and that if he didn't have that fear of you looking at his face, the wound wouldn't reopen and your inside wouldn't still be hurting.

You could do it, you could shout it out.

But you don't.

You just nod, automatically, brushing your clothed neck on his glove, eyes lowered and tights tensed.

He smiles. 'Cause you know he's doing it.

«Seems like I've tamed you at the end, noisy little mess⁓»

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[salmonsmoker]

What is up leorookers. Who here is starving for content.

[catboy-sephiroth]

Back in March, @prismaticpichu briefly described a scene she was writing to me - roughly 2 sentence summary - and I was so inspired by what she was telling me I decided to do my own take on it. Ordinarily, that'd be where it ends. I was reminded of it recently, though, and I figure this blog is as good a place as any to share. (I did also ask her first just in case ^^)

I present to you: ouch! owie! it's Zack (degradation edition)

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"Angeal's dead, because of you. Do you know that?"

So much anger and poison lay in Zack's tone. The wound still on his shoulder, the grey starting to speck into his hair, The tension in his frame, the sword drawn - their comparatively calm woodland surroundings only lent a sense of dissonance. A sense this shouldn't really be happening.

Sephiroth had thought there was a mutual understanding, about Angeal, that death was not the plan. But then, they'd never really spoken about that mission, and here they were again. If he couldn't save them last time, he shouldn't have held onto hope this time, either.

Sephiroth had a sickening feeling, the longer he lived, that his choices were never going to matter.

"Zack, we don't have to do this," he still said, barely holding back the boiling feeling.

"You didn't have to, either," Zack spat.

Clear as day - Zack stood ready with Buster, only awaiting the moment Sephiroth drew his own sword.

Whether he turned against Zack or Shinra, what was left for him? How could he return to Shinra with blood on his hands and work for them as if nothing had changed, and they would chew on his will until nothing was left? But could he turn away from Shinra, either, who would clutch onto him 'til the last?

Quietly, he assumed his stance with Masamune, his heart and mind running through all the possibilities - to see what he could still salvage from the crumbling form, the inevitable death of yet another friend.

"Your move," Sephiroth said, because for what it was worth, damned if he was going to be the instigator.

His grip tightened around Masamune, finally deciding his path. This was going to be precise. Luckily, he had spent his whole living memory being precise.

"I get it," Zack growled, charging. "Even now, you're still putting it all on me!"

Even through the sting, Sephiroth didn't falter. He ducked beside a diagonal swing and went in for a grab around the waist.

Zack's reaction was immediate, flailing to escape before his rotting mind could catch up. And Zack was damn strong - but Sephiroth could not let go.

"Get off -"

"I'm not going to fight you!"

Zack finally slowed down. Took a deep breath. Sunk into the hug, recognising it for what it was.

"Damn it... We made a promise, didn't we, and now look what's happened..."

Sephiroth listened, quietly. To his words. To his racing heartbeat.

"I went and screwed it up again. I- you sent me, but it was me who did it, every time, this time too -"

"Zack, stop."

"It's going to keep getting worse," Zack sniffled. "Should just put me out of my damn misery already-"

"Zack!" Sephiroth loosened to look at him directly. "I will not. This entire time, haven't I been trying to avoid it? Hurting my loved ones?"

Zack blinked his teary eyes. Finally, he threw his arms back around Sephiroth. But he whispered:

"Sometimes not doing it hurts more."

And Sephiroth understood. He understood the horrible web they were caught in, where any action would disturb every thread, would call the hungry spider closer.

And he held back the words: I love you.

Because such a comfort was only the twist of a knife.