#I want to to go rub my hand on one of those rocks that prevent erosion

[gonzodangerfeels]

It's definitely a talent

I can play a kick drum with mine.

We call it the weight of the situation above you

[rafeandonlyrafe]

tears snot and drool

words: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ ONLY! SMUT, DARK!RAFE, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, NONCON, R*PE, FORCED ANAL, kind of r*pe kink from reader?, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cum play, degradation, dacryphilia, brief male receiving oral and brief mention of fingering

“so good for me, darling.” rafe drawls out, his voice deep and smooth as he pushes forward, sinking into you. “so tight.”

“slow-” you gasp out when rafe pushes in again, his hips swinging into yours in a smooth motion. “slow down, please rafey.”

“you feel so good.” rafe says, ignoring your pleas, ignoring your hands pushing at his hips, trying to stop his thrusts, trying to squirm away, but he grips your waist, holding you down into the mattress.

“it-it hurts.” you plea as his fat cock juts into you, feeling like you’re being split in half.

“stop fucking squirming.” rafe grunts. he liked it at first, liked you trying to get away, knowing he was too big for you, but now he’s starting to get upset, wanting you to let him fuck you without the whining. “if it hurts, you wouldn’t be so fucking wet.”

you hear it then, the wet sounds every time rafe pushes inside you, your pussy squelching as he fucks into your wetness, falling down your body, making a mess of the sheets.

“im gonna bruise.” you complain, already feeling the soreness on the walls of your cunt, knowing when he fucks you again in the morning, like he always does, that its going to hurt more than usual. rafe likes to build you up, likes to fuck you with his fingers while you moan on his lap, and you appreciate him warming you up and stretching you open, but he came home in a mood, pushing you down onto the bed and stripping you, shoving his cock in your opening without any prep.

“i dont give a shit.” rafe grunts out. you’re supposed to be his little plaything, supposed to be ready to be a toy for him whenever he needs.

“stop, stop!” you whine, finally being able to move, even with his hands squeezing your waist so tight it hurts. you manage to get away, for his cock to fall out of your cunt. you try to move up the bed, body shaking as you feel tears sliding down your cheeks.

rafe moves faster than you can, taking those hands on your waist and flipping you onto your stomach. you try to get on your hands and knees, try to crawl away, but rafe presses his chest into your back, using his massive size to pin you against the mattress.

“no, let me go!” you shout, feeling rafes cock push against you, rubbing against your ass as his hand grabs your wrist, holding them together above your head, preventing you from fighting.

“this is what you get for being a fucking brat.” rafe spits into your ear. he reaches down with his free hand, grasping his cock, still splitting hard. he rubs the head through your pussy, wetting his length, but he moves past your cunt.

“no!” you squeal, trying to buck your hips, but rafe delivers a hard slap to your ass to get you to stop.

rafe presses his cock against your other hole, the tight ring of muscle not opening up to him, not when you are strung so tight, muscles clenching.

“fucking relax for me before i force myself in.” rafe warns, but you can’t, you can’t calm down as tears flow down your face. 

rafe keeps the base of his cock held tightly in his hand as he shoves into your asshole, the stretch causing you to scream as he continues in, slowly, but only because he can’t move any faster with how tight your squeezing him.

“it hurts so bad, stop, please, fuck my pussy, just stop!” you beg, willing to let him destroy your cunt if it could keep your ass from hurting this bad.

“its too late.” rafe says, rocking his hips forward, moving one hand to your ass, gripping the flesh and spreading your cheeks open for him, your hole already turning bright red from his abuse.

rafe eventually opens you up a bit, allowing him to move faster as he pounds his hips down into you, a slapping sound every time his skin connects with the plushness of your bum.

you give up, give up on trying to get away as you sob into the mattress, not caring that you are staining rafes sheets with your tears, snot and drool.

“dont cry baby, you’re gonna make me fuck you even harder.” rafe smirks, liking seeing you like this, trapped under his muscles, hands held tight above your head, a complete wreck.

“i hate you.” you grit out, twisting your head to see rafe out of the corner of your eye, his jaw slackened open in a moan. you bare your teeth to him, the pain obvious on your face as he continues to fuck you, your cunt still leaking onto the bed.

“i know you do. and you’re still gonna let me fuck you.” rafe says. he’s done this one too many times, used you when you didn’t want it to happen, only for him to apologize and shower you with kisses, getting you to spread your legs once again for him.

“no i wont.” you vow, vow to yourself in the moment, but despite the pain, it feels to good, too good to get rafes attention, even if it meant him violating your asshole. you’d be back. you’ll always come crawling right back.

“whatever you say baby girl.” rafe laughs, mocking you as he moves deeper, making your feet kick out uncontrollably, unable to help the movements as sharp pain stabs through your insides. “want me to touch your clit?”

“yes.” you cry out, knowing the pleasure would help distract you from his cock splitting you in two, breaking you in half.

“tell me you love me then. tell me you love my cock, that you love me forcing myself on you.” rafe spits out, moving his hand from holding your wrists to grip either side of your ass, moving faster as he puts every pound of his weight into every thrust.

“no!” you shout out. you can’t say such sweet words to him, not when your nails are clawing at the sheets and he’s pumping inside of your ass. not right after you told him you hated him.

“then you don’t get to cum.” rafe says. he wants you to cum, he always does, he just prioritizes himself first.

“fine!” you whine out, lifting your hips up, wondering if a different angle will help the pain, and you let out a low moan when the thrusts suddenly become pleasurable, at least somewhat as he hits a new spot inside of you. “i love you!”

rafe smiles, moving a hand to your clit, rubbing over your sensitive bud without caring how harsh the rough pads of his fingers feel. 

“you gonna cum for me little whore?” rafe questions. 

you don’t give him a response, but you know he feels the way your clit pulses underneath his fingertips, still able to force an orgasm out of you despite the state he’s put you in.

“want me to cum in your ass? or should i fill your pussy up?” rafe asks. “switch to your other hole, breed you?”

you’re on birth control, and rafe knows it too, but it doesn’t stop him fantasizing about filling you up, making your tummy swell with his kid, just another way of possessing you, owning you.

“fuck you.” you manage to grit out, hating the semblance of choice, as if rafe won’t do what he wants, like he always does.

rafe smirks, knowing you are about to cum as he moves faster, jackhammering into you at a blistering pace, all from his need to get off as well.

you feel his cock swell inside of you as his fingers pinch harshly at your clit, trying to get you to cum in time with him.

“fuck!” rafe shouts out, releasing into your ass as you cum as well, your high hitting you like a brick wall as you scream out, rafes nails digging into your clit as his cum floods your ass, long spurts filling you up.

rafe collapses against you, his hand moving from underneath you on your cunt as you ride out your orgasm with no stimulation, making you whine as his weight squishes you, taking the breath out of your lungs.

rafes breathing slowly returns to normal while you struggle underneath him, tears still flowing down your cheeks.

he finally manages to move his tired muscles, kneeling over you before pulling his cock out, watching as his cum begins to spill. rafe places a hand on your cheek, spreading your ass open as it falls out in white globs.

“such a tight little hole.” rafe pushes his pointer finger against your skin, rubbing the cum around. “i’m gonna have to play with it more often.”

you press your face into the mattress as his finger enters you, not caring that your cheek is now pressed against the wet spot of your saliva and snot. 

“please.” you manage to whimper out. you’ve had too much for tonight. you can’t even fight him back, can’t clench your ass to stop his finger from entering your abused tunnel.

“fine.” rafe sighs, pulling his finger out, but not before slapping his hand over your ass. “but my cock is still hard. pussy or mouth?”

you move as rafe does, flopping down against the bed, his head on the pillows. you lay yourself between his legs, thighs still shaking, but glad that the mess that is your private parts is going to be left alone for a while as you grasp his cock in your hand, sinking your lips down, wondering how much longer he is going to play with you for tonight.

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[heartfullofleeches]

Cat hybrid reader trying to feed on cow yandere in public?

[This is the brattiest reader I've ever written. (Mentions of lactation)]

"Thirsty...."

You despised the city. Nosy, overcrowded, and most bothersome of all - prevented you from obtaining what you loved most. Your caretaker had to run into town to picking something up from a supplier and brought you with them on the count of you being their emotional support. You were nestled together at their side on an outside bench at a coffee as you waited - position increasing your suffering tenfold.

At the angle you laid your face was perfectly cushioned by their fatty chest. Your cheeks rubs against the pads tapped over their leaking tits as you stir - wallowing in your misery. With how scarcely your lips left their skin, the cow had fundamentally became a milk factory. Beneficial on your end as well as theirs in most scenes, but this was not one of those times.

Your caretaker gently nudges you to the crook of their arm as they go to take the tray from the approaching barista - the rich scent of their cream assaulting your senses as rub at your ears - simultaneously pressing you further against their pillowy flesh.

"I know, it's my fault for taking you out in this weather. I'm so sorry, sugar - sit up so you can drink."

You scoot up as they offer you a cup, taking the drink and relishing the condensation dripping down its container. You assumed that comfort would spread once you finally took a sip, but the experience was quite the opposite. You tasted hints of milk, but sugar and cold coffee were unfortunately the dominating flavors of the beverage. The milk lacked the natural sweetness and creamy texture of their milk. Disappointed, you push the offending drink out of range - bleching as the taste lingers.

Your caretaker strokes your back as you sputter. "You didn't like it? Forgive me, Sweetheart, it's a latte so I thought you might... Is there anything else you want?"

Pouring the latte into a decorative plant, you slump back down on their chest, fangs teasing their nipple as you sob. "Milk...."

Your caretaker shutters. Their fragile heart, and heavy tits ache as your soft cries. Small dots seep through their shirt as the adhesive of their bandages loses grip due to all the fluid their producing which you lap at quizzically. "I can see if they'll bring you some to hold you off until we get home..."

Hunger flickers in your eyes - coarse tongue circling their puffy nipple as you reiterate. "milk."

They suck air through tight lips - digging at your shirt as you purr at the familiar taste. "Alright... We'll go to the bathroom and you can have a drink. That sound good with you?"

Too far... At the misguided go ahead, you yank their shirt over their chest - ripping off the bandages as you lower your lips to their milky tits. Their shirt falls over your face as you use both hands to massage their flesh, pumping more milk into your greedy mouth as you suckle. Your fangs scrap their nipple as the overflow becomes too much for you to swallow and you choke attempting to force it all down. The cow swats at your hands with no real force behind the blow, wiping at your chin as they take control from you.

"What have I told you about doing that... You're gonna make yourself sick.." They whisper- muttering softly as they craddle the back of your head as you slow to the tune of their gently rocking. "That's it... Just like that... What am I going to do with a trouble starter like you."

Love you like no other is what they'll do. So clingu, but that neediness was just what they adored. They weren't sure what they'd do, if they came home to an empty house and their arms free of claw marks given as you begged on your knees for more milk. Enabling you was a small sacrifice to pay for having you in their arms no matter how spoiled you might turn out to be.

Your caretaker pulls their jacket over you as more eyes wander towards your table, shielding you between their plush body and the couch cushions as someone approaches. You had started to drift off from all the milk you had consumed, and the warm summer sun beating down on you - at peace at last.

"Um... hello, I assume you're the one who purchased the catnip?"

"Yea... wanted to get my sweetheart something to relax them since longer trips make them antsy - but I think I'll be canceling that order."

[haveihitanerve]

Had an idea but I forgor it so here's a different one

Bruce Wayne, concussed and on several strong painkillers, socializing with socialites from outside Gotham. They ask him about his kids and joke about how they all look so similar to him.

His brain, moving at about 3mph, does not register that his kids were ADOPTED (safe for one) and answers their questions as if he gave birth to them, forgetting he also doesn't have the facilities for that (unless you want him to- we love old trans people)

"Master Bruce I really must insist-" Alfred tried for the fourth time in seven minutes, Bruce had counted, reaching to push him back to bed and pull off the suit jacket he had only moments before helped Bruce put on.

"'M going Alf." Bruce grumbled back, rubbing a bleary hand over his eyes. "There's no use in putting it off. Don't have a good excuse and.." He grimaced. "They need to see me. It's been a while."

Alfred opened his mouth to protest again, even going so far as to move in front of the door to block his exit. "You are on far too many medications Mr. Wayne, not to mention a concussion! You simply cannot."

Bruce's lips twitched it amusement. It was a rare day when Alfred's composure was rattled to the point of calling him Mr. Wayne, and while Alfred was admittedly very strong, there was no way his physical blockation of Bruce's path would actually stop him.

"Alf." Bruce began gently, and the butler scoffed, rolling his eyes as he moved out of the way, striding down the long hallway. "Well. I see my advice isn't heeded. As always."

Bruce threw him an apologetic smile, heading for the main door. "Love ya Alfie!!" The butler snorted, but Bruce could tell he was softening.

"Call if you need boy." Alfred murmured. Bruce grinned, offering a wink as he pulled the door open. "I will." He promised, sliding into the backseat of his limousine, heading to the Gala.

He hissed as the needle broke his skin, biting his lip to prevent any further sounds as the anti-biotic worked its way into his system. Alfred would most definitely have protested its use, especially as Bruce tossed back a handful of other added painkillers, but if he was being honest, he needed them to get through the night.

"Thanks Hank. Tell your wife I said hi and grab her a bouquet on your way home. On me." He patted his driver's shoulder as he climbed out. Hank grinned, tipping his black cap.

"You always make me seem like such a good husband Mr. Wayne, I appreciate it. Have a good night." Bruce grinned back, stumbling slightly as he moved towards the doors, using the car to stabilize himself.

"You give me too much credit, send your boys some love and you have tomorrow off, try to actually use that baseball glove I gifted you." Hank chortled, setting the car into drive. "Will do sir. Good night." Bruce nodded the same back, watching until the car pulled away fully to stumble up the steps.

"Maybe those pills weren't such a good idea." He mumbled to himself as he made it to the doors, pulling them open to walk inside, heading straight for the table laid out with food. Of course, one couldn't enter a Gala without greeting the hosts, and he barely made it two steps before he was intercepted.

"Mrs. and Mr. Ketch. How lovely to see you." Bruce offered a bow, bending too low before rocking back upwards. Mrs. Ketch was smiling at him, a lovely, true smile that Bruce noticed tended to happen whenever he greeted the woman first instead of the man. Mr. Ketch was frowning, but more at Bruce's bizarre drunken act than any offense towards being placed after his wife.

"Are you alright, Wayne?" He asked, and Bruce hated that he actually liked the Ketch's, because there was genuine concern in the mans voice. Another reason why he had come.

The Ketch's were new money, self made, and trying to blend in with the old elites, though Bruce had to admit they never would, they were just too good, too kind, too sincere.

He wondered, dimly, in the back of his foggy, drug addled mind, if perhaps they'd finally tire of all the snide comments, rude looks, sneers, and give up on their well meaning charity that they had chosen Gotham for. He hoped they wouldn't. He liked having actual good conversation at these dull events.

"M fine, truly." Bruce answered, a few seconds too late, smiling lazily. "Might've had a few." He tried his best imitation at a drunken smile, wincing as he realized it was dangerously close to how he really felt.. tipsy. Off balance.

Robert, because that was his name, he had told Bruce his first name instead of demanding he call him Mr., frowned a little in concern, and before he knew it they had herded him to one of the seating places, settling down by him.

"How're the kids?" Mrs. Ketch asked, handing him a glass of water that Bruce gratefully accepted. "Amazing." He answered. "Splendid. They're always doing so well. They don't see it though." He frowned at his glass, wondering why that was.

"They're so amazing though. It just doesn't make any sense," He sat up, leaning forward to look at the couple in front of him intensely. They both had their eyebrows raised in surprise, but leaned forward in tandem, intruiged.

"Because see, they're so brilliant, and lovely, and smart, really I think they're the smartest people in the world- like ever. And Dickie, he's so kind and sweet and nice, and he's got a few problems and I'm sorry about it but he's really just amazing and an all around good person, I really oughtta try and be more like him, and oh he's got my eyes, im so glad he got my eyes, but i love his nose too, its nothing like mine- anyway Jason too- whoo he got my height im so happy for him- he also has my eyes! they all have my eyes actually, except cass, and damian, but like he's so brilliant and smart and he was such a good kid, he is now too- oh he doesn't like me calling him kid, but he'll always be my baby, and oh i cried so much when he died, but he better now, oh and Timmy, oh timmy is so smart. Soooo smart like genuis level, and he's wayy smarter than me, wayyyy smarter, and alfie says he has my hair, but i dont see it- i think he got my jaw though- and then Cass oh Cassandra My baby girl she's lovely and sweet and a charmer, beautiful girl, so is Barbara, but she won't let me say that to her, no no, but she is, she's so pretty and smart and quick, she scares me sometimes but I love her, such a good girl yknow? And Stephanie? Oh she and Tim need to make it official so shes mine. mine mine mine. I need another daughter you know? Too many boys. Equality of men and women at home. I need them home. And then Duke. hes so lovely too. Oh and Damian. Damian took some adjusting but they're all so lovely yknow? I remember the day they were born so vividly. I was so happy. I love them so much. It hurt, of course, but what is that to the joy they bring now yknow?"

Bruce took a sip of his drink, nodding thoughtfully as he leaned back. Mrs. and Mr. Ketch blinked a few times, opened their mouths, closed them again, and leaned back as well, exchanging glances.

"Yes. Well. Quite." Mr. Ketch cleared his throat. "Bruce, perhaps we should call you someone? To take you home?" Mrs. Ketch nodded her agreement.

"Come on sweetheart, let's get you home. You need to go to bed and.. and sleep this off." Bruce nodded, letting them help him stand and guide him to the door as Mr. Ketch called someone.

"Yeah. I like bed. And sleep. Oh- but I can't. Uh-uh, I promised Dickie I'd call him." Bruce nodded, turning to head back inside as though that would help his quest.

Mrs. Ketch grabbed his arm and gently, but firmly, led him back outside. "Rob just called him sweetheart, he's on his way."

"Oh." Bruce nodded. "Oh. Thas good." Mrs. Ketch nodded her agreement, rubbing his back soothingly. "I like that." Bruce hummed, letting his eyes close. "Its like what my mother used to do." Mrs. Ketch looked at him in surprise, hand stilling for a second before resuming.

"Really?" She asked gently. Bruce hummed in confirmation. "Oh yes. Yeah she did. You do it well. You'd make a good mom. Just like me. Well, I don't make a good mom." At that he frowned at the ground, biting his lip. "But I try."

Mrs. Ketch smiled, turning them as a car pulled up. "Yes. You do. And you do it marvelously Bruce, truly. That's all we can ever do. Try." Bruce nodded his agreement as the door opened and his eldest emerged, rushing to his side.

"Bruce!" Dick looked genuinely worried, grabbing his shoulder. "You alright?" His son's eyes were searching, scanning his body.

"Oh hes fine." Mrs. Ketch waved with a smile. "Just a few drinks. I think it'd be best he go home though, sleep it off." Dick nodded his agreement, smiling at her. "Yes. I think thats best. Thank you." She shrugged, waving it off.

"Of course. It's what he would have done for me." Dick lowered Bruce into the passenger seat, heading for the drivers. "Bruce." Ketch tapped the window, leaning down. "Hm?" Bruce tilted his head, rolling it down.

"I'm pregnant." Bruce waited, jaw dropping slowly as the words connected in his brain. "You are?" She nodded, a small smile crossing her face.

"Yes. You're the first person I've told." She glanced nervously over her shoulder, to where her husband was waiting on the steps. Bruce reached for her hand, clasping it in his own.

"You'll make an excellent mother. And he will make an amazing father." He promised. She smiled, biting her lip anxiously. "You think?" Bruce nodded. "I know." At that her smile softened, and she patted his cheek.

"Thank you. And, for what it's worth Bruce," She glanced past him to Dick, who was kindly pretending not to listen. "I think you make an excellent mother."

[lunajay33]

Just Us🩶Part.2

Summary: In a world full of walkers y/n was able to escape with her best friend, but maybe that friendship turns into something more

Pairing: Carl Grimes x f!reader

A/n: This story starts when the group is on the road after Terminus but I’m gonna make y/n and Carl 18 just to speed along the story!! This is also my first Carl Grimes series! This story includes 18+ scenes, pregnancy and more

Part.1<-

•Masterlist•

It’s been a week now since we got to Alexandria, we were still settling in, a few of us were still on guard but it was better than being out there, constantly in fear and always hungry, now we had food and a home

I was sitting on the porch with Judith in my lap as I rocked the chair back and forth as she played with a little stuffy someone from the community gave to her, Daryl was sitting against the railing tinkering with his cross bow, it was silent between us mostly, I always found comfort around Daryl he just gave that silent peace that I desperately needed sometimes

Judith was babbling as she pushed the bear in my face

“Oooo you like the bear sweetie?” I said taking it from her and wiggling it around as she giggled

She calmed down holding the bear and resting against my chest

“She really likes ya” Daryl said from his spot

“I’m glad, I’d do anything for her, do you wanna hold her?” I asked

“Nah don’t wanna get ‘er dirty” he said motioning to his greasy dirty hands

We heard voices close so we both looked to the street on alert, it was Carl and this girl I learned was Enid, Carl started talking a lot about her a few days after we came here and it was starting to eat at me, I noticed him drift a bit away from me, he wouldn’t be affectionate as much, I know we aren’t official but it sure felt like it and now he was interested in the new shiny toy

They were walking down the street right the house, I sighed biting my lip to prevent the built up emotions from overflowing

“Who’s that?” Daryl asked

“Enid, Carls been hanging out with her a lot, I’ve seen them climb the wall, I’ve barely even seen Carl much anymore” I said as I rubbed Judith back as I noticed her falling asleep

“They together?” He asked and it made my heart clench

I looked down not wanting to talk about this anymore

“Umm I think I’m gonna go for a little walk, are you okay here?” I asked standing up slowly as to not wake Judith held tight to my chest feeling her little hands unconsciously grip at my shirt

“ ‘m fine, ‘m here if ya need somethin’” he said going back to work

I left walking along the streets enjoying this moment with Jude, what if Carl really moved on, what if he only saw me as a best friend and now that there was actually another girl our age he wanted her, was I not good enough?

I sat on the curb under a tree for shade, I heard the little birds chirping and felt the gentle breeze blow through my hair as Judith curled in closer to me, I took the little blanket from my shoulder and draped it ontop of her

I found peace alone sometimes but my mind spiraled quickly, Carl always kept me grounded and now that he was off doing god knows what I was here thinking about everything

In the middle of my thought Judith woke looking up at me with those big wonderous eyes

“Mama” she babbled and my heart swelled, this beautiful little baby saw me as her mother and it just reminded me that I’d probably never get to have one of my own but for now I would cherish her

Tears sprung from my eyes running down my cheeks before I was interrupted

“Hey sweetie you okay?” I looked up to see Michonne standing over me with a worried look

I wiped my face and nodded

“I’m fine”

She sat next to me wiggling her finger in front of Judith as she tried to grab Michonne finger giggling

“It’s Carl isn’t it?”

Was it really that obvious, but I mean Michonne always noticed everything

“I’m losing him”

“There’s no way you could lose him y/n, we’ve all seen the way he looks at you”

“Use to, not anymore”

“He’s a boy, he’s gonna realize his mistake and that you’re the only one right for him just give it time”

“But I don’t want him to realize I’m the one after he’s given everything to her, he should just know, I know……” I said as I handed Judith to Michonne

“I just wanna be alone right now I’m sorry” I left going to the watch tower that no one really used

I swear everytime I tried to get away Carl jus plagued my thoughts, usually I’d love it thinking of our moments together but now all it brought me was this throbbing pain in my chest

I stayed in the watch tower until the sun was setting watching the few walkers would wander across the road and back into the trees dissapearing from sight

Groups Pov

Michonne, Rick and Daryl were standing around the island in the kitchen catching up on the days work

“Have either of you talked to y/n lately?” Michonne asked worried

“Chatted with her today, seems upset” Daryl said as he picked at his nails

“What’s going on?” Rick asked confused

“Really you haven’t noticed?”

“Noticed what is she okay?” Rick asked

“It’s Carl, been running around with that Enid girl, haven’t you seen he’s been running after her like a puppy and totally forgetting about y/n?” Michonne said upset that Carl would actually tear you like that

“I guess she has been asking to have Judith more and it’s just been them when I see her, never with Carl, damn kid” Rick said pushing his hair back in frustration

“Nothing we can really do we just gotta be there for her, kid might come around” Daryl said hoping for the best outcome

Y/n Pov

I got back to the house later that night after supper and most people in the group were gone to sleep or at least settling in, Carl was in his sleeping bag fast asleep making me miss the days on the road where he’d hold me, just a little over a week ago he was playing with my hair and holding me in that shitty barn before Aaron found us

With how close we got I thought maybe if the community was safe we’d start officially dating but that was quickly ruined

“Hey sweetie you’re back late” Michonne said from the kitchen as she sat talking with Rick now both looking at me

I went and sat with them as I took off my jacket and laid it over the back of the chair

“Oh ya, was just…….sorry”

“Did you have any supper?” Rick asked smiling gently

“No im not really hungry but ummm where’s Judith?” I asked trying to change the subject as I looked around looking for her

“We set her up in the crib up stairs, tomorrow we are gonna start picking rooms between the two houses, my rooms next to Judith’s, so me and Michonne will be staying up there tonight” Rick said

“Hmmmm I see” I didn’t wanna split up just yet it made me anxious

“Who else is staying in this house?”

“Carls got a room up there then Daryl is staying in the basement” Michonne said

“Is there other rooms downstairs?” I asked feeling most safe around Daryl now it might help ease my anxiety with the house splitting

“Ya do you wanna stay down there too?”

“If that’s okay I’d like to” I said biting on my lip nervously

“Of course sweetie” Michonne smiled

“Okay well I’m gonna stay there tonight so good night” I said getting up to head to my new room

I see Daryl across the hall laid on his bed keeping the door open which made sense, not wanting to fully close ourselves off from the group, I looked at my new room plain cream white walls, a double bed with blue sheets, a bed side table with a lamp and a dresser

I checked in the dresser seeing there was some tops and pants, I pulled out a black tank top and a pair of sweats I sighed in comfort, finally being able to wear comfortable clothes, no bra was nice for once as well not having the rickety worn wire digging into my ribs

I opened up the window a bit just to still feel that breeze then pulled back the covers of the bed and sliding in feeling that fresh cool touch of the sheets in my bare arms, it was so comforting in a way reminding me of the old day before everything happened but I also had this nagging feeling that I should be out there, out side of the walls fighting every second it was a weird feeling knowing it was miserable out there, maybe I just missed what I had out there, how I felt with Carl

Walkers were everywhere groaning and reaching trying desperately to rip me apart, I screamed for Carl seeing him across the clearing not being bothered by the walkers

“CARL PLEASE SAVE ME” I screamed desperately feeling hands all over me but he just turned around seeing Enid pull him away

That’s when I felt my skin being ripped apart my nerves torn the pain unbearable

I woke with a scream shooting up in bed huffing feeling my chest rise and fall rapidly as my heart thrummed in my ears

“Y/n hey it’s okay”

I looked to the edge of the bed beside me and it was Carl holding my shoulders with a distressed look on his face

“You left me” I said feeling the tears build against my water line

“What do you mean I’m right here?” He asked as he started rubbing my arm

“No you’re not, you’re not here with me anymore Carl, you left me for Enid I never even get to spend time with you anymore, you never hold me anymore, you never say those sweet things to me, was I just a distraction for you on the road did what we shared mean nothing to you?” My lip now quivering as his eyes widened

“I…..I’m sorry I didn’t realize I hurt you like this, I would never purposely hurt you, you know how I feel about you”

“No I don’t Carl because you’ve never told me” I dawned on him that he never got the chance to tell you since Aaron came and it distracted him

“I love you y/n not Enid, how could I like her when I have the most beautiful, kind hearted, generous, loving girl right in front of me, I was just hanging out with her because she was having problem with her boyfriend, I love you y/n always have but I promise to never make you feel like this again” he said as he grazed my cheek with his fingers

“I love you too Carl, please just talk to me more because I hate feeling shut off from you”

“I will I promise” he smiled as he leaned in placing a gentle kiss to my lips

His confession lifted a huge weight off my chest making things feel a lot more normal again

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Part.3<-

[plasticfreckles]

🌙 early riser solavellan enjoy 🌙

"Vhenan, what are you doing?" She usually wakes before him, and usually, he does not mind her going about her morning routine by herself. He can barely hear the rustle of the sheets, usually.

How she does it, go to sleep after him, wake up through the night, rise before him, dashing to and fro in the keep all day, so fast he might as well see her double, and still function, day after day after day, he has no idea.

Usually, however, she waits until after chickencall and sunrise to get up.

"Abelas, ma lath," she whispers, tugs his blanket up around him and cups his cheek. "Go back to sleep."

"Come back to sleep," he counters. Trying to find her in the dark strains his tired eyes more than staring directly into the sun would, despite the low fire in the hearth and the green nightglow in her eyes.

This morning (this night, really), she's taken to her stretches still on the mattress. Likely in an attempt not to wake him. She's convinced she once woke him unrolling her cork mat. When he tells her again and again he awoke from a nightmare anyway, she never listens.

Butterfly, she calls it, a modified cross-legged seat where her heels touch the center of her and her knees are splayed out in front of her. She leans forward at the hips, so far the tilt in her spine is the only thing preventing her sternum from resting on the worn cotton.

She does not answer.

"Vhenan.."

"Josephine has me meeting.. somebody at the crack of dawn today. Some scholar from Rivain, I think. I'd like to get a head-start on all of their reports." A groan at the realization of more dreaded paperwork, her hands leave her feet and run through her hair when she buries her forehead in the mattress.

"Let them wait." He tries to lure her back into his arms, walking his fingers along the curve of her spine, curling a strand of her sleek waves around his index and middle. "Rivain has made you wait long enough." She had waited for their arrival for weeks now, without notice.

If she lets him, he'll wrap himself around her like barbwood until the midday sun in their faces wakes them yet again, and then he'll sneak beneath her nightgown and lazily rock their bodies together until the haze of their pleasure makes them both forget they ever had this conversation.

He does not remember having felt this much desire for another before he went to slumber through the Ages. Lusting for people, sure, especially those with long curls and curved hips and an eye for the arts, but never to the point to wanting to forsake the world and everyone else in it if it meant he could slip home inside them just one more time. If he spends too much thought on that, it scares him.

But alas, she shifts under his hand, and for a moment he thinks he succeeded, but then she stretches her legs out on either side of her and bends her chest back forward. There's a delicious gasp from her at the stretch in her hamstrings.

"I have enough things to do that aren't paperwork that would keep everyone here occupied for a week. Much as I want to climb your panadahl-" A sigh, now, from them both.

"...and all I have to do today is paint."

"Lucky you." She twists her body, her right hand on her left knee, her left hand holding onto his.

"No work, no title, no responsibilities."

"You can have a title, if you like. Gods know the responsibilities aren't for me to delegate. But the work you've got cut out for you. I would trust no one else with the chronicling of my journeys in art."

He forgoes the compliment, the way it makes his chest warm and fuzzy with her sincerity.

"And what would that supposed title be? Solas the Painter?" He rubs at the back of her hip with a hand.

"So long as they don't call you serving man anymore, I don't really care." She is, still, after weeks and weeks, deeply offended on his behalf, the way he used to be offended for those like her, marked and unknowing.

Somewhere deep in his past, Father rolls his eyes at him. Get your head out of the skies, stop chasing skirts and start to do something about it, Son, he tells him, seemingly oblivious to his own hypocrisy as he turns and starts clawing through Mother's skirts.

Here, in his present, Lavellan looks at him, a little knot between her brows as she considers if he's fallen asleep with his eyes open again.

He blinks, squeezes her hand.

"Humor me, vhenan."

"Husband?" Her nose crinkles with amusement. The suggestion caught him off guard, and she had caught the wonder in his expression immediately, even if he showed it for even less than a heartbeat.

"Scholar Solas?" Ah. Misplaced jokes, poor wordplay. Her favoured way out. "Scholas. No, Solartist. That's the one, because it's the truth."

"And you? Lavriter? Lathweaver." She snorts.

"Seam-vellan."

That is good, but the words disappear in his yawn. Her eyes are apologetic again.

Such an unbecoming expression on her.

"I'm sorry I woke you, vhenan. Go back to sleep, get some more rest." She leans over to kiss him, thumb in the dimple on his chin, before she rises to get dressed. "I'll come by to watch you paint as soon as I can."

Even so, she stokes the fire in the hearth and drapes her blanket over his own before she washes, dresses, leaves.

Solas calls out to her before she walks down.

"Hmm?"

"If you ever feel you need to escape - come find me. I shall hide you from their sights."

"Thank you, lath'in." She hushes down the stone stairs in small, nimble steps.

Home of my heart, Love says once he returns to the Fade. Its smile is wide and gap-toothed and fingers with brittle nails pluck petals from a neverending bed of daisies to its feet. She does not know you mean a spell, not to run away with her.

I know, he replies.

Still, he resolves to tell her that, later that day, when they settle down for the night, that no one ever made him question his very being like she does, and when she will inevitably construe it as criticism, then he will lure her into the sheets, underneath him, and whisper his professions to her until they claim residence in her as deep as her bones.

The next time he finds her alone, anyway.

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I'm spending every waking minute either writing or thinking about my thesis so I got no other excuse for this one exept I want to put something else to paper than portrayal of AI in contemporary science fiction lmao

Also I wanna get the Lathlas ficlets out before I get to the Great Solavellan Reunification of 9:65 Dragon or Whatever so I gotta get them broken up lmao

I wrote a lil experimental Dorian POV ficlet about how hung up they are with each other bc Dorian is every Inky's best friend would anyone like to read that lmao

@vespaer77 as per your request 💕

[should I sign these? lmao ~rina]

[falling-star-cygnus]

I was an anon on some of your asks, the ones about Billy's past concerning his relationship with the Sons of Calydon and how the Cunning Hares might react to it, and I want to say that I love the amnesic Billy fic you made and I hope you keep making more fics because you're good at writing Billy!

Also, I just wanted to ask you if you can make a fic about Billy having an awkward or heartwarming reunion or homecoming with the Sons of Calydon and the people of the Outer Ring because ZZZ 1.2 is coming out soon. There have been leaks of characters and the new map area, and the new video about the Outer Ring was awesome, so the idea of Billy telling the Cunning Hare girls about his previous life and reconnecting with the people he once knew would be so nice to write.

I’M SO SORRY, THIS IS SO LATE -> and thank you so much for your kind words!

as of late, i've decided to close my inbox to focus on the requests I've already received :3 when those have been completed it'll be reopened, should y'all still be a fan <3

please forgive my tardiness, i do hope you've liked the Sons of Calydon content i've made thus far :{

So... sleepy..

Piper leans against the railing of the warm roof, lazily watching all the people go about their lives. It was such a nice sunny day.. perfect for a.. little... nap.

Or it would be.

Were she not being PELTED with ROCKS-

Itty bitty ones, Lucy's boars weren't mean, but the click-click-clack of pebbles against her forehead was annoying! Cruel, even, as it prevented the blonde from taking full advantage of the afternoon sun.

Ah.. but Caesar wanted her to keep a look out.

Meh.

Cracking open her mossy greens took more effort than Piper was willing to expend for such a menial task, buuut she powered through. Quite bravely, might she add. The two boars- one stacked atop the other- snuffled approvingly and finally, finally stopped their onslaught.

...huh?

Piper recounted.

Huh?

Two boars? Surely, that wasn't right.

One, two-

...

Piper rubbed her eyes.

One piggy, two piggy, three.... ee?

"Yowch! I'm awake, I'm awake!" the small girl whines, futilely raising her arms to block the next barrage of pebbles.

Counting sheep, pigs, what's the difference?

One more quick survey of the roof shows Piper that- yep, her eyes were not fogged with sleep... only two little boars were up here.

...oh no.

"LUCY'S GONNA KILL MEEEEEHEEHE!"

-><-...-><-

Piper now faces a new dilemma.

She can't leave the roof, Caesar explicitly told her to keep an eye on the people of Sixth Street. Or- well, she can't leave this area. She could probably leave the roof. Hm.

But if Caesar never finds out she left the area...

The two boars look at each other curiously, and then shrug as the blonde biker leans over the railing. If Piper can just spot a glimpse of red leather, she can grab it and get back to watching before the other two even suspect a thing.

Well.

She spots red leather alright.

About four shades too bright.

Is that...?

"Billy?"

The android stops humming, his endearingly goofy jaunt down the street coming to a confused halt. He'd gotten more expressive since he left the Sons..

Piper's hands twitch on the railing.

"If I run and jump at Billy, he will most certainly catch me in his arms," Burnice had said one day, before taking off running towards their android.

"Wait- Burnice, I'm holding Lucy!"

In the end, he didn't drop either of them. Lucy had been hastily moved to sit on his right bicep and the resident pyromaniac had koala-ed onto his side.

The verbal beatdown Lucy had given her was brutal, but it almost didn't matter when the three dissolved into laughs and cheers. All Piper could remember in her sleepy haze was...

..wanting to join them.

Billy left the Sons a few days after that- all without a word to the two youngest members.

Two yellow glass eyes meet mossy green irises.

The sleepy girl jumps.

"PIPER!?"

The android's arms are surprisingly comfy to land in- probably due to the spin he threw the two into to minimize impact- and it feels a little like tucking herself into bed.

Distantly, she can hear Billy squawking about 'giving him a warning first' and 'what if he hadn't caught her' and other junk. Like Billy would have ever let her 'splat against the pavement.' He was wayyy too protective for that.

She should've done this sooner... Piper already knew the android was comfy to lean on after so many nights curled into his side, but- eh... too much effort.

"Piper-?"

"Androids that disappear overnight don't get to say shit."

And oh. She was crying. When.. did that happen? It was like a dam broke somewhere in her chest- so much time had passed of resentment growing so silently that she hadn't even noticed it burned until she was face to face with the lighter.

Mechanic hands jolt from where they're holding under her legs and shoulders. Piper buries her face into his shoulder with a hiccup.

"Why didn't you tell us? Me and Lucy. Why did you just leave?"

It's a long second before Billy answers.

Uncharacteristically long, enough so that Piper wonders- through a blur of tears she can't stop- if he's going to respond at all or just keep rocking the sleepy girl like she's some child.

"...I'm sorry," the android settles on eventually, "I knew that if I saw you two again, I wouldn't be able to leave. That- wasn't fair of me. To just disappear on you."

It wasn't, and Piper hates that answer because it's true. She knows that if she somehow knew Billy Kid was going to leave that she'd ask him to stay and she knows he would have. And...

She's heard how happy he is with the Cunning Hares. From Caesar and Lighter and news headlines and the Phaethon siblings. Its.. not fair to take that from him either.

"You're the worst," she sniffs, clinging on to his shoulders, "I'm telling Burnice about the time you broke her flamethrower."

"What!? We agreed to blame that on Lucy's pigs!"

Piper stiffens immediately. Lucy's boars. Oh no.

"Piper?"

"I TOTALLY FORGOT I LOST ONE OF THEM!"

"YOU WHAT!?"

[Lucy sneezes somewhere on Sixth Street, and her loyal boar hands her a tissue]

[moon-child-goddess]

Slice of Heaven

Summery: Reader and Carmy are roommates with feelings for each other.

Warnings: Nicknames used instead on Y/N (darling, baby) , some language, drinking, reader does act a little childish, I am not sure what this is, but here you go

The door to our apartment shut with an unexpected force, causing the picture on the wall above me shook. Carmy must have come home. He was back earlier than usual a full twenty minutes a head of schedule. I had hoped to have dinner ready and plated by the time he walked in.

“Hello, Carmy.”  I called from the kitchen as I attempted to dice an onion.

His greeting was accompanied by the familiar jingle of keys as he tossed them into the bowl by door.

“I am making a creamy chicken pasta for dinner tonight. So, I hope you are hungry.”

It was our routine - well, my routine, really. After my 9-5, I would hit the gym across the street before coming home and prepping dinner. Camy would often get home late, especially with the restaurant renovations happening. On those nights, I would reheat the plate as soon as I heard him come home. I wanted to make sure he ate a full meal. Instead of just consuming cigarettes and snacks.  

“I told you I would make dinner toni-” his voice trailed off when he entered the kitchen. His gaze became fixated on my hands, blinking slowly. “What are you doing?”  

Carmy put a hand over his mouth rubbing back and forth while I continued to chop. He looked absolutely appalled.

“I am chopping vegetables. Obviously.” I replied, continuing my unconventional methods.

“That is not how you use a knife, darling. You are going to get hurt." He moved to the sink, scrubbing his hands vigorously scrubbing under his nails.

“This is how I always chop things. It's unorthodox, but it works for me.”  I insisted, waving the knife around for emphasis.

Carmy clicked his tongue in disapproval, and I spun to face him. My witty comeback dying on my lips when I noticed he was standing only a few inches away.  I could make out the different blues in his eyes. My heart rate increased, and for a long moment, I forgot how to breathe. He didn’t break the eye contact for a second.

“May I show you how?”  He asked a small smile lighting up his face, and the air came back to my lungs.

Unable to form the word ‘yes’ I simply nodded in response.

Carmy placed a hand on my hip, gently spinning me around to face the counter. His body pressed into my back, and I felt his fingers ghosting up my side for a very brief moment before he took hold of my hands. My skin was tingling and very aware of his touch. He gently pushed my left fingers in, setting my knuckles on top of the onion. For a brief second, I thought I was going to combust when he reached across for the knife and placed it back in my hand. The contact felt electric, more intimate than what we were used to. It was as if we were one person, both our hands moving together in a rocking motion.

“Like this. It will prevent injury.” He whispered into my ear, his chin resting on my shoulder.

In that moment, all the emotions I had buried deep surged to the surface, but I shoved them back down, refusing to acknowledge them. We had something good here, and I haven’t felt more at home than in these last seven months.  Carmy was my safe place, always so kind and supportive.

He didn’t pull away once we finished chopping the onion. He grabbed a carrot and continued. We chopped a few of them before he cleared his throat and released my hands. I immediately missed the feeling of his touch and had to fight the urge to grab his hands again.

I focused on the sounds of the kitchen - the clinking of glasses and the splashing of the veggies in the simmering sauce - to distract my mind. My body was hyperaware of him behind me and wanted nothing more than to feel his hands on me again.

 I needed to find something else to do to keep my mind off the one-sided sexual tension.

“I am going to clear a place to eat. Watch the sauce, please.”  

His head moved in a slight nod while filling a wine glass.

There wasn’t much cleaning needed. I moved the papers coved in Carmys restaurant notes to the side in a neat pile. I needed more to do. I couldn’t go back in the kitchen and face him yet. The urge to kiss him was becoming impossible to ignore after feeling his touch.

“Darling the sauce is done. Do you want me to add it to noodles?”

There was that stupid pet name again. He started calling me darling a few weeks after we moved in, and it never stopped. I had rarely heard my name; it was always darling this, darling that. When I had asked him about it once, he just shrugged and pulled out a cigarette.  

“Yes, the chicken in the oven should be ready, too.”  

Carmy sat across from me, staring at his plate with that small, rare smile of his. I waited for him to take a bite. It wasn’t that I thought the food was bad, but I worried it was mediocre for someone like him, a professional chef. He understood food like it was another language, and it was not one I spoke well.

He would often complement my cooking, but it never calmed my nerves.

We ended up drinking more wine than we should have, two empty bottles sat at the end of the table. I was giggling at every little comment Carmy made. Which was a sign I needed to stop drinking.

“This was really good, darling. You should come make family; they would love this.”

I flushed shaking my head. I had met his coworkers a few times and loved them. But the thought of cooking for them was a firm no.

“It could have been better.” I muttered staring in my wine glass.

He moved, so he sat next to me and leaned in, breaking all personal boundaries.

“It was good.” He ducked his head, making eye contact with me, and he held my hand, playing with my fingers.

We chatted more as the night wore on; it was Friday after all, so we wouldn’t be regretting this to much in the morning.

My head rested on my fist as I watched him. His curls had fallen out of place. I reached out, fixing the silky locks back into place.

His breathing became abnormal, and I leaned in clogging the gap between our faces. But as I did, he shifted away, and my lips brushed against his cheek. I pulled back quickly, embarrassment flooding my system. It override my drunken state.

“Sorry.” I murmured before grabbing the dishes and rushing to the kitchen sink.

“Hold on Darling.”  He said, rising to his feet just as quickly.

“I will do the dishes in the morning.” I was making a beeline to my room.

“Not like this. We are dru—” Before he could finish, I shut the door and locked It. I was mortified. 

The next morning, I made sure he was gone before heading to the gym to sweat out the slight hangover and work off the lingering embarrassment.

In the middle of my run, Carmy texted me.

Can we please talk tonight when I get home?

I rolled my eyes and increased my pace. What was there to say?  Was this the end of us? Had crossed a line we could never get back from.

I won’t be home till Monday I am going to my sisters.

My response was cowardly.

He called instantly after my message went through. I declined it- how very mature of me. When he called again, I let it go to voicemail. He didn’t leave one instead he texted.

Darling, please talk to me.

I left him on read and called my sister. Who was more than willing to let me crash on her couch for the weekend.

I did feel a twinge of guilt for lying to Carmy but there was no way I could face him without having a panic attack.

After staying at my sisters, I spent the next two weeks avoiding him. It helped that he worked every day of the week. It was like I was in some twisted escape room (self-inflicted), I waited in my bedroom every morning until I was sure he had left before I even dared to venture out. I kept my schedule tight, leaving work right at five. I stuck to my usual routine and then retreated to my room until morning. Sometimes, Carmy would knock on my door, trying to get me to talk. But like the child I was, I pretended to be asleep.

Despite my childish behavior, I made sure he had dinner every night. He was notoriously bad at taking care of himself, and I did not want to be the reason he skipped a meal. But I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep this up. Moving out was starting to look like a viable option—a way to say goodbye before the heartbreak I knew was coming.

When I opened the door after my Friday afternoon run, the sound of clattering pots and pans filled the air, punctuated by a string of curse words. It was definitely Carmy. He must have gotten off work early today. Fuck.

No,No,No. I needed to leave. There was a bar down the road I could kill time at until it was late enough to avoid him. My sister was out of town for a work thing, so I couldn’t bother her. But I did have a key to her place.

When I turned to leave, I bumped into the table near the door, making a loud noise that he for sure now knew I was home. I hissed in pain. There was a throbbing in my hip.

Shit.

“Darling?”

I did what I did best and ignored the pet name hastily slipping my tennis shoes back on and attempting to escape before things could get awkward. The oven door was slammed closed while I yanked the front door open.

“Darling?”  he repeated, his voice clearer this time. I froze, staring out into the hallway.  

Turning back, I saw Carmy standing there. He had popped out of the kitchen, a towel slung over his shoulder, arms crossed, tattoos on full display. There was a look on his face I couldn’t quite decipher. It almost seemed like he was hurt?  

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.  I hadn’t meant to hurt him. I felt so selfish, being consumed by my own fears.

“Were you about to leave?” I squeezed my eyes shut and closed the door. Cursing what gods were out there. Why was he home early?

“I left my phone at the gym.” I lied, knowing it was in the side pocket of my leggings. Why was I lying to this beautiful, gentle man?

Carmy quirked an eyebrow, staring me down.  He shook his head; his blonde curls were messier than usual.  I wanted to run my fingers through them and set them back in place.  

“You have been avoiding me.” His tone was a mix of anger and frustration, and I flinched.

“No, I have been busy at work. I am lead on a project, so I am putting in overtime at home.” It was a lame excuse, and we both knew it.

“Don’t. Don’t lie to me.” He spoke through his teeth tone tense. There was a curse under his breath before he continued. “I come home, and there is a plate of warm food on the counter. And you-” He gestures to me. “You are nowhere to be seen. I can hear you sneaking out in the morning. Your things are slowly disappearing.  So don’t fucking lie to me darling.”

I scoffed and walked past him to the living room it was too cramped in the entryway to have an argument. He followed behind me hot on my tracks.

“I am not- ” I started, but Carmy raised a hand to stop me, his jaw clenched.

“Please.”

There was a crack in his voice, as if he might cry. It shattered the wall I had built for months now. In response to my silence, he whispered my name. It was a plea for me to talk. In our time together, I hadn’t heard him sound so broken.

“I love you!” I yelled out, the words escaped me without a thought. I flung my hands up. “I know that’s the last thing you want to hear, but I love you. I never should have tried to kiss you, and I am sorry.”

Carmy stood there a blank look on his face. For once, I couldn’t read him, couldn’t anticipate his reaction. Oh god, I had messed everything up. He was going to want me to move out immediately. There was a burning sensation building up behind my eyes.

“I am sorry. I-I thought I could find a way to fix this. I will stay at my sister's house for a while. I can move my stuff out over the weekend.”

He still stood there unmoving, almost a statue, but I could still see him breathing. His expression changed, though, to one of confusion.

“I will leave next months rent too, so you have time to find someone else.”  I pushed past him, heading for my room to pack a bag. I also refused to cry in front of him.

I barely made it three steps when a warm hand grasped my arm, spinning me back around. Carmy pulled me into him. We were standing chest to chest; his breathing was heavy. The look of panic that was in his eyes softened as he stared down at me.

“Don’t.” It was all he whispered.

“What?” I managed to croak out.

The hand not holding on to my arm moved up and cupped my cheek. He didn’t respond to me, just stared down eyes, taking in every inch of my face.

I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch like a masochist, knowing this would make leaving so much harder. When I tried to pull away, he tightened his hold. His scent enveloped me, drowning out every rational thought. I should be running, but I found myself lowering my gaze to the ground, trying to factory reset my brain. The top of my head rested on his chest.

“Don’t leave.” He tilted my face up, locking our eyes together. Ensuring I understood every word. “Don’t leave."

I shook my head. A single tear falling. Why was he making this so painful?

“I didn’t kiss you that night because you were drunk. I have been in love with you since the moment we met at that awful coffee shop to discuss being roommates.  You asked me point blank if I was going to axe-murder you, and if I was going to, I needed to tell you now. That way you could make an informed decision. The sparkle in your eyes told me you were joking, that you knew you could take me if it came to that. I was yours the moment you smiled. Then there was your laugh—oh god, your laugh—when I told that terrible joke to ease my nerves. That’s when I was completely gone. I wanted no one else. I want no one else.”

I was at a loss for words. My mind racing in circles. This was the kind of love confessions you only saw in cheesy rom com movies, not real life. Carmy leaned in closer, his forehead resting on mine.

He moved his other hand to cradle my cheek, and I was engulfed in his warmth. My eyes locked on to his. “So please don’t leave.”  

“Carm.” It was a breathless whisper; I was barely able to form the word. He was so achingly close. I rested my palms on top of his white shirt.

“I know, baby.” His nose brushed against mine. We stayed like that for a moment, our eyes communicating to one another. Every unfiltered thought and emotion out there raw. His thumbs moved gently, caressing my face.

Then, without warning, he closed the distance that remained between us. Our lips met. I now understood what people meant when they said they felt fireworks during a kiss. Everything emotion and feeling erupted with in me. It was like my skin was on fire. Burning with the need for this man. This kiss was more passionate than anything I could have ever imagined. His lips moved fervently; almost demanding, and I surrendered to him completely.

A moan escaped me, and he briefly smiled into the kiss, breaking the rhythm he created.

His hands made there way down to my sides pulling me in impossibly closer, and I wound my fingers into his hair pulling at the soft strands. He bit down on my bottom lip swallowing my gasp wasting no time to deepen the kiss.

We somehow had managed to back up to the couch, and before we could stop it, we tumbled over the side. Carmy caught his weight before he could crush me. Both of us were panting, trying to fill our starved lungs. We were in a haze staring at each other, a delicious haze.

I broke out in a smile, letting out a giggle to which he smiled and placed another kiss on my lips.

“Let me take you out tomorrow a proper date. I made dinner tonight in hopes of cornering you.”

I gnawed on my bottom lip while nodding.

“I am free all day.” Carmy’s gave me the biggest smile I had ever seen from him. Instead of saying anything, he stood up, pulling me with him. He kissed me again like he was starved, and he needed to prove a point.

As if on que the oven timer went off, and he groaned pulling away.

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Sometimes saving the world costs you your happiness

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“It is odd if I say she was my mother?”, you asked him to which he shook his head.

“No.”, he pushed away another box towards the donations pile before opening the next one.

“People spend a lot of time fixated on the wrong people to own up to their roles that had been designated to them.”, he elaborated his observation as he ruffled through the contents, to pull out old vinyls.

“Do you ever miss it?”, you proded, curious to know what he thought.

“What?”, he questioned as he pulled out a disc to then walk towards an old record player.

“Having a normal upbringing or have a family.”, you replied.

“How can miss something I’ve never known.”, he responded as he clicked the disc in place to then align the needle.

“But I have wondered how it would have been like, to have a father. Would he have taken me horse riding?”, he questioned with a hint of fun in his voice as he held out his hand to you.

“He could have.”, you smiled as you took his hand.

“Although, now having known what a family is. I would like to have one with you.”, he said it quietly as though his desire was embarrassing.

You looped your arm around his neck and kissed his cheek.

“Please elaborate.”, you chuckled to which he clicked the play button and an old song began to play.

His hands came to rest on your waist as you slowly swayed, he leaned forward to place his forehead on yours.

“Moments like these, but in our own house.”, he spoke and you could feel his smile against your skin.

“I want to wake up next to you.”, he pulled away to catch your gaze.

“I want to come home from a day of work to the warmth of your arms.”, he furrowed his brows in wonder at the simplicity of life that was afforded here.

“I want to make you laugh and hold you close and –

There was a passionate conviction in his words but you placed a finger on his lips to then say,

“I would like that very much.”, you slowly reeled him in by the edges of his collar to place a quick kiss on his lips. He held you close as he breathed you in, this was a promise for the life that was to come.

But the needle scratched through the vinyl and the soft music turned into a screech. You broke away from his embrace in a sudden state of fear before you saw the cause but it didn’t do you much good.

The life Ken talked about sounded beautiful but also too good to be true.

Were you allowed to have those things?

To enjoy pleasanter evenings?

You stepped away from him to fix the record player when you knocked the picture frame that was set next to it. In an attempt to prevent it from breaking, you had caught it by reflex. But your fingers pressed down hard on the glass and it in turn cut your hand.

You dropped the picture, one of Melissa in the kitchen and heard it shatter. Ken was immediately by your side inspecting the wound but all you could feel was the tension, that something was going to go wrong. Your hands began to shake and he left the room to fish for the first aid kit based on your instructions.

You couldn’t bear to look at the cut, and before you could shift to find a cloth, Ken was back with a bandage and an antiseptic. He held up your hand confidently, as he used a fresh cloth to apply the antiseptic onto the wound. You winced and he moved quickly to tie a bandage around your hurt finger. But he didn’t step away, he could tell something was wrong.

He held your shaking hands within his as he waited for your eyes to meet his, once they did he rocked his head back in a gesture to ask what was wrong.

It was all you needed, for you to lean forward and bury your face in his chest. He was soft with you, rubbing your back as he asked what was wrong. To which you told him that you were scared.

“It's ok to be scared.”, he spoke near your ear.

“I know but it’s just… all too real.”, you held onto his shirt. His familiar scent washing away the anxiety.

“What if we can't save the world?”, you asked to which he clicked his tongue as though it was impossible but his face sobered when he noticed you were being sincere.

"What if it all goes wrong?", you looked up at him.

“It won’t.”, he reassured you as he hugged you and your silence meant you were easing into his arms. But the honest answer was, he was just as scared.

So instead of getting you to worry on his behalf too, he put on this display of cool confidence, that if he appeared strong, it could wipe away your nervousness.

“Do you want to take a break?”, he asked holding you gently by your shoulders.

You took a second to look at the mess around you, but the light shined through brightly into this room without having the curtains block it. Already it was as though you had made progress in the journey of putting to rest old memories. So you couldn’t quit now. There was only a final set of items to shift through.

But the other fear that began to settle in along with everything else was that the skates weren’t found yet. And you were afraid that in the worst case of events, you had lost it along the way.

“No, we’ll power through the rest.”, you said and he walked beside you to crouch down next to an unopened box.

He used the scissors to cut through the tape and within this box was yet another set of clothes.

You opened another one, when you caught a glimpse of him wearing an old top hat he had found amongst these things and began to speak to you as though he was a detective. He got down on his knees so he could meet your gaze and continued to interview you for the missing skates. Halfway through, you began to laugh and so did he as he broke character.

You pulled out the final box and he sat down next to you but your fit of laughter echoed between each other that when one contained it the other broke out into fits.

But as you toppled the contents of the last box without paying attention to what it held, a loud thud grabbed both your attention.

A black object laid before you and silence filled the room. He slowly took your hand because the only thing both of you could do was stare at it. The skates that began all this, the time to reconnect with him but also the one that was causing the world to end.

The levity of the moment was lost because now there was only one thing to do. The direction was clear but it was the unwillingness to take it that was common between you and him.

If you wore it, the life you knew here would come to an end. You peeled your eyes away from the faint glitter that sparkled on the now dead skates to catch the blue of his eyes that still held the crinkle of the laughter from a few seconds ago.

You didn’t want this to end and you were sure he was thinking the same.

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[tonberry-yoda]

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Write for Kai Chisaki 🙏😳😏 PLEASEEEE 🙏 🥵

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Proud of Me - Kai Chisaki

notes: I LOVE THIS MAN AND HAVENT WROTE FOR HIM YET SO HERE! me and my plague doctor obsession can't help but love this man, so thank you for the request, this was really fun to write lol

word count: 688

You never often saw Kai's lips, but when you did, it was always for a reason. He would be taking a sip of water, his soft lower lip squishing from the glass cup. He would be eating with you, quite a distance away, but enough for you to see his entire face.

He would kiss you with those lips.

Rarely, yes. He would never just kiss you for the fun of it. He needed to get himself prepared to touch your skin. He would never give you that time to prepare, of course, because it would always be a surprise.

You could be sitting and doing work when you feel his soft gloved hands grab both sides of your face. He would smile at you and press his soft lips to yours, making you melt. His face would be broken out, covered in hives and bright red, but a smile would be plastered along his lips before he would lower the mask and walk away.

You could be relaxing and see Kai walk in rubbing the back of his neck before he walks up to you and slides down his mask, straddling you. He would always smile before his lips touched yours. Even if faint, the corners of his lips would always cock into the shape of a little smile before his they would brush against yours. He would always whisper something against your lips that would cause you to shudder and pull him closer.

He told you that he didn't mind the hives after you kissed, but you knew he did.

He washed his lips after every kiss, but it didn't mean that he hated you.

So why did it still hurt?

One day, you were exahusted and ventured to the woods behind your house. The only thing there were trees and an old playground that no one used anymore, so most of the time, you spend your empty, thoughtless days there just swinging on an old set that squeaked every time you swung.

"y/n?" You heard a voice that made you nearly spit out your heart. You stood up quickly from the swingset and grabbed a random stick nearby, unafraid to use it.

"Don't hit me," the voice giggled as a figure appeared from the darkness. "Who else would you work for?"

"Kai," you sighed, dropping your stick. "Dammit, you scared me."

He chuckled and you noticed that he didn't have his mask on.

"Where's your mask?" You asked, sitting back on the swing.

"In my car."

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, why?" He sat on the swing next to you and you saw little hives spread across his forehead and cheeks.

"Nothing. It's just weird that you would visit me all the way out here without a mask."

"You've seen me without a mask several times."

You hummed in response and swung softly as Kai kept completely still. His gloved hands wrapped around the rusty chain of the swing and his eyes were nearly glowing in the night.

"Did you want something from me specifically? It seems like you knew I was out here."

Finally, Kai stood up from his swing and walked over to you, stopping the rocking from your swing. He leaned down and ran his fingers over your cheek. "You're such a pretty little thing."

You didn't know what to say, so you went with nothing as he brought his face closer to yours. "I'm going to kiss you, and I'm not going to wash it off this time," he whispered, his lips almost touching your own.

"You better not." You finally said, pulling Kai closer so his lips finally touched yours. He smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, nearly making you fall off the swing, so to prevent that from happening, you pushed into the kiss, making him groan a bit in the back of his neck.

You didn't want to rush into anything, so you pulled away from the kiss after a short while and he smiled at you with low lidded eyes.

"Proud of me?" He asked, his red face covered in small bumps.

"Very."

~~~~~

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[catchingdaydreams]

Wrong Summoning

Part 2' Peter B Parker (demon) x reader

NSFW WARNING

If someone told you that you would be spending your Saturday night summoning demons to get your rocks off you would flat out call them crazy. Telling them they've read too much smut. Now look at you. You're the crazy one, actually performing it. And fucking up too might you add.

The gluttony demon, Peter, was a character of his own. You had no clue how this whole ordeal would turn out like this. But I guess when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. And in this case when there's two horny freaks in a room together, why not let them fuck each other.

Peter laid on his knees right in front of you. He really couldn't hold still with how much energy he suddenly had from being this excited. He was too eager, too hungry for this new forged desire towards his Master. His legs buckled as he steady himself in the summoning circle. He really didn't much have room to move anyway. The salt barrier prevented him from pouching on you the moment he could see how much your body craved his. But in reality, he was a gentleman at heart, he wouldn't do anything to you unless commanded. He prefers, yerns for your soft lips to call out his name and beg him to pleasure you. Just the very thought made his half-hard cock twitch and his fangs ache out of desperation. His eyes swelled with utter devotion and curiously for you. Only you. As you fully accepted the situation that your were in. You both were going to have your fill tonight.

He swooned by your caramelized laughter, sweet voice laced playfully questioning if he was an incubus. He couldn't help tease back.

"Not sure, you know, might be one on my mother's side. Wanna find out together?" Peter jests.

Your laughter dies down, steadying your breath, Peter watches your chest rises and falls in a weazy pace. The demon couldn't pick a specific part of your body to look at though, you were just so enticing to him. God, you were just too soft and plump in all the right spots. He knew the first thing he'd do when he was free from his confines was hes gonna smother his face in those breasts. What can he say, he is boob man after all.

His view turned from your bossum to your soft lips, desperately awaiting for your response he craves so much.

And just about you were about to speak.

You nod.

....

Oh Peter didn't like that. And you could see his lightheaded disapproval quickly spread to his face. You were confused by his sudden change of expression. 'Did you do something wrong?' You thought to yourself. The unknowing expressions you had at your baffled state made Peter chuckle.While he found it funny that your mind was full of filth but mouth was full of cotton . 'He really had to spell it out to you didn't he?' He thought. Oh well, if he wanted you to beg for him, he was going to get what he wanted. With a little demonstration in order.

Peter rearranges himself, removing his knees off the floor causally spreading his legs out in front of you. His robes ride up on his thighs, giving very little to hide how his body was lusting for you. If you didn't notice his painful clothed erection before, you certainly did now. No, he wanted you to know. He was giving you a little... "incentive" to use your pretty little voice.

"Tut-tut, oh Master I thought you wanted this', he moves his hand off his thighs and gestures to his cock before he continues. "Can't fulfill ones desires unless they command it to me out loud", Peter chimes bitterly as he smiles, his fangs shine under the candles light as he slowly licks them. His hand rests above his thigh, gently rubbing it, exposing his skin further. His grin widens as he catches your gaze on his body, an audible gulp comes from your throat.

You hesitate before you spoke. "Please"

You mumbled underneath your breath.

"Please what, mmmm?" Peter coos at you to continue. But you don't. Your face is flushed with embarrassment as you look off to the side. He wonders if it can get any reder. But bit of him, deep down, he thought his teasing might be a bit too much for you. He's no incubus, nor has the powers of one. So he really couldn't feel or feed off your emotions. So he had no really clue why are you this shy all of the sudden. 'Wer-were you a virgin?' Was the first thought that he came to the conclusion. That would explain the change from eagerness to hesitation to play this type of game. Fall into carnal desire. This situation didn't give atmospheric suggestions that you'd be a brat, so there that. He wants this to be pleasurable for the both of you. And if your all shy and uncomfortable to make a move now that would a real pickle. Inexperienced or not, he would make sure that you know he could take care you. Show you as well.

"Oh your so cute when you're shy" He crooks his head to his left. You lightly gasp at his response but still don't make eye contact with the demon before you. "There's no need to be nervous about this. I am here for you. I can be whoever you want me to be tonight. Do whatever you need to, to me , to quench you thirsts. No matter how rough or soft you want it I'll be there with you all the way.

Let me cherish you my dear. Let me take care of you, all of you. God I so badly want you. Master can't you see what you do to me. Ah~ and you haven't touched me yet. My body yearns for me as yours do to mine. Please don't deny this anymore, give into your desires."

Finally, you look at him. Your eyes bore wide and bright at him. Peter confirmed it to himself, you can be reder.

"So, what would you like for this demon to do for you, my Master?" Peter asks, one last time.

"Please fuck me. I order you to Fuck me!" You desperately mewled out.

Peter instantly purred at your quick response. His voice rumbled so loudly that you thought you could feel his vibrations . Your voice was like cherbs music to his ears. His pur turned in a passive growl as he was getting ahead of himself.

'Good girl" he snarled thickly as he looked intensely at his Master. All you could do is wine to his praises, which didn't go unnoticed by him. His cock twitched, becoming uncomfortable with his confined now. He desperately wants to bury himself in your warmth. But he needed control himself, he didn't want to do anything to scare you after all.

All of the sudden, you feel a tingle on your hand. This is something you did read from the book. The back of your hand glows red as your blood rises to the surface of your skin, inking out a symbol. Your first command to demon has seal your fate, to be contracted to them until the demon has completed the order of object. And for you, you were absolutely going to get wrecked tonight. Despite how gruesome it looked, you did not feel any pain. You looked at your hand, softly grazing at the mark that had completely formed. You notice Peter has the exact same mark. It formed that of a spider yet it's abdomen was shaped as a birds-eye-view of a rose. It was pretty, like a tattoo someone could get. And just like that the contract has been binded between Master and demon.

As you glance at Peter, you notice that he's crawling to you, being way too into this, as his face flushed in smugness.

He moves ever so close to you, making his way go the edge of the salt circle. But you don't have enough time to stop him-

"ARKK!!!"

Peter jumps back, landing on his ass. Hissing, mumbling a language under his breath that you didn't recognize. He accidentally burnt himself trying to cross over the protective barrier. Blisters bubbles on his fingers. You would have panicked, but as quickly as the burn formed it was healed instantly. Weird typical demon stuff you thought.

"Oh whoopsy, got ahead of myself. Gotta release me to do that. Ah can you?" He waves for you to come over.

You get of the couch and crouch right in front of Peter. Your hand reaches towards the salt circle to swip it to the side. In the mist of it Peter grabs your hand, grazing his thumb gently over it.

"Soft" he whispered, as he got to touch you for the very first time. It was very much welcomed as you shivered pleasingly at how his rough hands felt against yours. You were so tiny compared to him, his whole hand could practically engolf yours. A familiar swelling sensation formed in your gut at your mind was too focused on his long fingers, thinking how great they would feel inside you.

You couldn't help chuckle at his eagerness. The barrier hasn't even fully disappeared and he already has his hands on you.

"Flirt" you playfully say.

"Can't help it, you're just..." Peter stops, unable to forge the correct words. His view still towards him caressing your hand. His craws just gently tickle your skin.

"Just what?" You ask, curious to know.

"Wow.." As Peter looks up to you, you were mesmerized at his soft, gently gaze. He delicately intertwines in his fingers with your hand and brings it to his lips. Peter lightly kisses your knuckles as he continues to keep his gaze at you. He trails them down your fingertips giving one last kiss before he stops.

"Kiss to make it better?" He says, flexing his own fingers out, gesturing you to return the favor to his previous burnt hands.

"It's already healed" you bark playfully.

"Mmm I don't think so" He pout, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes. But you just roll yours.

"Come on you horn dog let me get rid of the rest of this, then you can have me." You say , removing for hands from the demon, scraping away the rest of the salt. You moved it to the side, finally breaking the barrier. You wipe your hands on your clothes taking one look back at it.

"There so-Ahhh Peter !"

It was a a blur, so sudden. Peter jumped toward you, hugging you in the process. You just managed to keep your bearings from falling backwards on the floor from the sudden impact. His face nests between your breasts. Peter breaths heavily, his hot breath sends goosebumps along your skin. You weren't wearing a bra underneath your low cut tank top, making your body extra sensitive to his contact. You shiver as his ram horns rub against your sensitive nips, causing you to gasp.

"Mmmm nice a warm" He mumbles into your breasts as he tries to burry himself further into you. His body trembles as his tail wags back and forth happily. His horns kept rubbing in the same spot, making you unbearably hot and weak to his touch. A small moan whimpered out of your mouth. As much as you like this, it was a bit overstimulating that it was understimulating at the same. You try to push him off, but he practically built like a wall. He wouldn't move.

"No I live here now this is where I belong" He protests, being way too into this. His hand creeps up to gently kneed into your left breast, minding his claws. Welp , force wasn't going to work.

"I thought you wanted to eat me out? And can't do that when your suffocating I'm my tits right now." You try to coax him.

Peter stops his actions, he mumbles something but you really couldn't hear him among your boobs. It seemed he was contemplating for a sec, before removing himself off you. A toothy grin forms as he hums in approval.

"Well I am famished~."

Peter proceeds to knock the air out of you once more as he scoped you up bridle style.You squeal as he presses your body against close to his. Your face lays next to his chest, feeling hot next to his body heat.

He looks around the room trying to search for something.

"Bed?" He called.

"Down the hall" you point.

Eventually he makes it to your room, gently placing you on your bed. He craws untop of you, gazing down with lust. You can't help admire how he looked. You reach out to his face, understanding, Peter leans in to your touch, cupping your hand on his cheek. You take a big breath before you speak. "Can I kiss you?" you ask, but your voice was soft and unsure.

Peter reassures, "mmm please do so~". You move first. Leaning in to seal a kiss. His lips were soft, and you could help moan under his touch. Peter licks at your lips, causing you gasp slightly before his tongue entered. The odd texture made you quickly pull away, confused on what was in your mouth. Peter snickered at your baffled expression as his mouth was fully open, exposing his ribbed tounge, groves on each side. It looked utterly sinfull. Too close to a toy you frequently use. Peter cocks his head to the side, just as he was closeing his mouth, you smashed yours on his. Your tongue glazed his teeth before wrestle for dominance with his own. Though you never stood a chance, allowing Peter to take the lead, whispering soft praises between breaths.

Peter sucked your tongue, causing you to moan. The kiss was messy. It was hot. Your mouth stuffed with an inhuman tongue made you nearly choke from the shear size and how breathless the state he's leaving you in. You pull back first, leaving small sloppy kitten kisses before needing to take a break. But Peter was relentless. From attacking your mouth, he attacked your neck. Kissing small trails from your neck down to your coller bone. You moan out his name as he kissed your sensitive spot. Making note , Peter spent his efforts there kissing and sucking your skin, minding his sharp fangs in the process. You certainly were getting hickies from this.

In the mists of everything your top ends up in the other side of the room. How did that happen? Who knows, you weren't really focusing on that, too preoccupied by the pleasure you were receiving.

Peter stares at your supple breasts before scoffing himself in them once again. He moans under his breath as be began to suck on one while kneeling the other. His thumb rolls over your sensitive nub causing you to arch your back. You rub your thigh together, feeling the stickiness of arousal becoming more and more yearing for relief.

"Ahh Peter please" you beg. Your squirming knees Peters clothes erection causing him to grunt. He removes his hand from your breast, slowly traveling downwards, reaching into your pants.

His fingers lightly feathered your panties, teasing you in return, as he suck on the neglect tit. His teasing only annoyed you. You huffed in frustration. "Peter" you whimper out. Squirming around to gain more friction but it wasn't enough. You call out for him again, but Peter didn't notice the difference between a call and your moan, and kept up his action.

You grap a fist full of his hair and pull him off your breasts, making him look into your eyes. Peter hissed from the welcome pain, his stutter as his wings involuntarily flexed out. Now you had his attention.

"Fuck Peter just eat me out, God stop playing with my breast !"

"Hehe whoopsy" He chimed, bouncing his body on your mattress as he moves below. You help him remove your clothes, discarding them on the other side of the room. He signs, admiring your nakedness form. You slick was practically dripping out of your pussy. The inwards of your thighs glistened with your essence.

Now you feel too exposed under Peters hungery gaze. Your shaking with desire and shyness as you felt Peter breath ghosts your cunt before devouring you.

"Fuck" you cried out as your demon takes a long stride from the end of your pussy, to your lips, licking to your clit. Peter saviours your taste, his chest rumblingin in satisfaction. "You taste divine, Master" He speaks before sucking on your clit like his life depends on it. "Fuck I love this pussy!"

You buckle underneath him as you grabbed whatever was closest to you. That was in fact Peter's hair. He snarled under your touch, sending vibrations to your clit. By no means it was unwanted from him, no, he delves deeper into your heat. His fangs flare out spreading your folds as sucks. You instinctively squeeze you legs together hump his face, gaining more friction. This man didn't care if he breathes, the only thing on his mind was drinking your essence. His hands rested beneath your plumb as, giving you a hardy squeeze and earning him a choked moan in return. It wasn't long until your first orgasm crashed. You mewed so sinfully to Peter that he couldn't help grind on your bed, help easing his own arousal.

It was bliss. Your body goes slack as you cum. God it felt great. Finally after numerous times trying to get yourself off , you managed to do so now. Albeit with a bit of help from someone. As you lay back, regaining your breath back, you see Peter shift between your thighs.

You didn't even have time to come down from your high until you felt something warm meet your heat. Peter laps up your cum spilling out of your pussy, not missing any drop of it. Finally he delves his tongue right in. Your insides happily accept finally being filled, squeezing around his barbed tongue.

He couldn't take your eyes off ya as your body gave into him, the rush of lust flushed your cheeks as your breath remained heavy and uncontrolled.

Peter slowly lapped their insides, sliding across the slick groves in their wall. Your eyes were closed shut, being too focused on the feeling on another orgasm build up. But Peter wanted you to see how good he was for you.Peter voice vibrated within as he spoke giving a Yelp in repose. "Naughty Master is me eating you out not making you focus, you don't gotta do anything just let yourself go, I'll take care of you~" Peter playful grabbes a handful of his ass, giving it a forceful squeeze before smacking it. "Ah~ sorry" you gasp, opening your eyes to meet with his.

"Nawww not to worry your pretty little head. Just be a good little girl and let go~" he says with a mouth full of your pussy. He thrust his tongue in and out of you. His groves kisses your walls each time. His thumb creeps to your clit, stimulating you even further.

"AHHHH PETERRR PLEASE please let me come ,ahhHH~" you beg, on the verge of another orgasm. Tears began to form as you were on pure bliss. "Of courses gorgeous, cum for me"'. Unexpectedly you feel Peter curl his demonic tongue inside of you. You rock your body as cum once more. This time Peter gives to a break.

He pulls away, breath heavy, admiring his work abusing your pussy. Your slick was all over his mouth, dripping down to his chin. You watched as Peter wipes his faces and licks off the residue from his figures. See him clean your cum off himself made to whine. The lack of contact from him, was bothering you. Peter took notice of this shuffled beside you, resting his hand on his cheek as he laid in silence as he admired you silence. He had a warm smile on his face as his eyes were foggy with such devotion for you. You couldn't help return a smile, your chest still heaving from an out of breath experience he gave you. Looking at him it got you thinking.

This whole ordeal you really haven't touch him, actually touched him. The poor thing has been ignoring his own needs for yours. You really wanted to touch him. Peter could see your curious gaze, making him raise a brow. You started off slowly, tracing your hands over his chest, lightly adding pressure. He took the hint and laid down his back. You couldn't help but bite your lip as you gaze upon his body. Denial no more you definitely like a dad bod. You rake you nails down his chest, causing your demon to shiver. Reaching to this stomach you couldn't help but rub it. Peter blushed in embarrassment at how tender you were being to him. "Heh Master?"

You shush him, continuing to rub his belly. You laugh at how he's wearing his emotions were on his selves, as his tail wags happily. You lean into him, resting on your side, his lead lays below your chin. "Thankyou" you say to him softy, if the room wasn't bathed in silence right now Peter wouldn't have heard your whisper. This was a vulnerable moment between the two. Peter signed, clearly trying to control himself with how good he was feeling right now. Not really sexual at your touch. It was bubbly, nice and warm feeling. "Whaa? No need to-" you interject Peter, you hand slowly travels down to his happy trial, stopping your movement at his robes.

"No I think I do, you didn't have to do this, really. Like you said, I could have wished for more books, and I would have been happy for that. But you wanted to take care of me despite not being your ...well your job. It's nice. This is nice. So thank you, Peter, really."

Peter was speechless. His mouth hang open by the stock of your words. Truly you were a weird one. But in all honesty he would have this any other way.

"Plus this doesn't go away till I'm satisfied, am I right." You say looking at the bond mark you who share. Peter just nods.

Just then you delve into his robes and grab Peter's cock. He trembles at your touch, slowly jerking him off. The amount of precum from being aroused on such a state for so long make you fist him with ease. He couldn't help rut into it, matching your pace. He couldn't take his eyes off this erotic display, nearly cuming as he saw your thumb rub the precum that dribbled from his leaking tip. "Master~" he moans, delirious for release. But as soon the fun started, it quickly stopped. He whines as he is now left to fuck himself with your hand. He becomes desperate, moving more of his body in the air just to gain some type of friction has caused the bed to creek with each thrust. Tears start forming but you quickly catch them. You coo and shower him with praises. Making his brain to mush.

"Oh Peter your doing so good for me baby." You lean down and nip his ear causing him pur whiney. His wings flap and hit the bed lightly with delight.

"It's my turn to play with you~"

"Can I keep you!" he blurts out, unable to register what he just said before it's too late.

"...."

"...."

You just snort at his confession.

[afreakingdork]

As Luck Would Have It

RotTMNT Donatello x GN!Reader One-Shot

Warnings/Tags: Aged-up Turtles, Death of Past Life, Soulmates, Reincarnation, Violence, Happy Ending

Synopsis:  A glimpse into another lifetime leads to a wish being made that spans the ages. When Donnie happens to activate said parameters, he is sent on a quest to find someone that he's been waiting his whole existence for.

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Hopefully not too long coming, but here she is: the fic requested by my one-shot giveaway winner @anxious-cyanide !!!! 🎉🎉🎉

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“Which means loser Shion has to get water.” From atop a fallen log, a man balanced his odachi on two fingers.

“That hardly seems fair.” Shion scoffed, folding his arms.

Below the first, another man wrinkled his brow as he attempted to fall back into his zazen. “We all agreed to the bet.”

“There were extenuating circumstances!” Shion snapped and turned his head away bitterly.

“Shi’s right!” The third man chimed in from where he was reclined on his back. “It’s not like it’s his fault he lost his weapon!” One of his hands raised up and with an expert flick, a kendama ball landed on its spike.

“That is the definition of his fault.” The first man responded flatly. In one fluid movement, he rose from a sitting position and threw the odachi into the air before catching it by the hilt. “You look like a baby  playing with those kid's toys.”

“And you look like a show-off.” The second man huffed as he squeezed his fingertips together more tightly.

“Yes, let's continue to pass judgement on one another since we all accounted for that kama actually being a kusarigama!” Shion’s voice dripped with venom.

The first man stuttered. He reached unconsciously up and rubbed at the bare, bandaged shoulder that was exposed. He twisted, his blue patterned hakama pooling at his elbows.

“Ok, ok!” The third man groaned before bending backwards and snapping into a kip-up. The motion caused the ball to spin wildly on its string. With only minor adjustments it landed on its spike as he his feet. “Aoi is just grumpy he got injured and can’t play with this sweet baby himself.” The man made a show of flicking the ball off the spike and then onto the two cups in three rapid clacks. “Hisato, weren’t we gonna train some more with those sweet weapons we got in Ryukyu? Why are you meditating?” Not waiting for an answer and taking several leaping strides, he hopped over to Shion. “Will you get the water just ‘cause I asked nicely instead?”

The wreckage of the statements caused a palpable shift. Aoi pulled half his hakama up and puffed out his cheeks in annoyance. Hisato dropped out of his stance and lolled his head. Shion’s shoulders tightened as he scrutinized the question.  

“I swear the toys are all part of the act, Toju.” Shion relented, leaning back. “Somehow the youngest and most formidable.”

Toju chuckled breezily, but there was an unmistakable air of malcontent.

“You wanna spar, let’s spar.” Hisato rose up, his aura flaring as he readied for a fight.

“Bring it!” Toju twirled around Shion’s back and brought his fists up around him.

“I am not a human shield!!” Shion shrieked as Hisato ran full tilt towards him with a prepared punch. Trapped, Shion winced until no impact came.

“Gotcha, bro.” Histao lightly tapped Shion’s nose.

Shion tried to bite his brother’s finger, but he pulled back too fast.

“Aoi, want to watch?” Toju giggled, placing his hands on Shion’s shoulders and rocking him side to side to prevent further nipping.

“We should make camp.” Aoi grumbled, his mood ever souring.

“Upset you can’t spar too?” Hisato craned his neck to see Aoi. “Aw, don’t be like that. You’ll be back up to it in a few days!”

“Let him stew. My question is why aren’t we staying in town? We have the money.” Shion dropped down low out of his youngest brother’s grip and rounded Hisato.

“We’d have to travel after dark, remember?” Hisato murmured, instantly on edge.

“This again?” Shion sighed. “We aren’t deep enough in the mountains to see bears yet.”

“I-I wasn’t worried!”

“We’re fine here. We can stay in a town tomorrow.” There was a finality to Aoi’s voice as he dropped down from the log.

Shion sneered.

“We’ll get pretty thirsty…” Toju mused, holding out his kendama to Hisato.

“That’s two.” Shion rolled his eyes to where Hisato took the toy and tested the string. “What about you?”

“It would be a big help. I’ll set everything else up while you’re gone.” Hisato beamed Shion a reassuring grin before attempting to flick the ball onto the spike. It missed completely and whacked him in the sternum.

“Fine! Use the crafty one to do menial labor! See how disorganized everything gets when Hisa’s big clumsy mits toss everything about without a single care!” Shion threw his hands up and took a few slow steps into the tree line. He listened for one of his brothers to stop him after his poignant fact drop, but he was irritated to find they just resumed their weapons talk. Grumbling to himself, Shion stormed towards the river they had passed earlier.

His path carved straight through forest they’d been strolling through. Little branches picked at the dark purple of his hakama and he tugged at the fabric harshly to free it. With spring nearly at full bloom, the foliage vibrated in a way that meant his struggle was nearly useless. It brought his knees up in retaliation as he took stomping steps to cross the green underfoot. The buzzing vocals of bugs and birds slowly fell to the backdrop static of the rushing water. Clomping on the ever moistening soil, Shion broke free from the thicket and moved his eye along the rolling bank that lead to the water’s edge.

With twilight ever approaching, the sun threw off colorful shades of sky off the river’s flowing surface. Twisting tall lengths of needle thin greenery at the shore reached high to garner as much sunlight in competition with their brethren. This towering wall scaled its way down the water in both directions. Scowl ever deepening, Shion continue to storm forward as he arbitrarily chose to head right along the river’s edge. The clinical regions of his mind reminded him that if he had instead wound the path back that he and his brothers had taken earlier than there was a clear designated bank where the water could be accessed. Shoving the thought away, he watched his steps as rocks and undergrowth dappled the rarely trodden trail. The soothing running of water begged to soothe his agitation, but Shion steeled his brow instead. As the river curved, so did he and just down the way he spied several lengths of cattails crushed to the mossy ground.

If they had curved inward toward the river he would not have been given pause. Instead, they were pressed flat heading in the direction of the trees. Dropping his stance, Shion reflexively palmed at the air to his side before his scowl shifted to a bitter sneer. He’d lost his weapon in a skirmish earlier that day. If that were simply the case than it would be one thing. With their reputation and ever constant stream of offers, the brothers had more than enough funds to replace their weaponry when necessary. Instead, he already had an alternative in the form of the bō he’d picked up in Ryukyu. He’d become rapidly attached to the expertly crafted thing which made it all the more frustrating that he had simply neglected to grab it. It was the type of fatal mistake that a sought after samurai would never make.

Resisting the urge to grumble, he continued to creep towards the foreign outlet. As mad as he was at himself, there was no way he’d trudge back to camp empty handed. His pride and brother’s chiding simply wouldn’t allow it. The river filled the sound void where his footsteps no longer echoed. Drawing close, he followed the line from where the trampled grasses lead to broken branches. Whatever had done said damage appeared to have burst from the water itself and plowed directly into the forest. It made no sense. Finally reaching the downed blades, Shion dropped all the way down to hand and knee. There was a chance that said position were vulnerable, but he had confidence in his hand to hand combat capabilities. Head barely peeking out from the brush, Shion froze as he saw the green expanse of a back.

Or rather, the jumbled network of scutes of a green turtle shell.

Head marginally shifting in surprise, he craned his neck further and watched the human sized carapace rocked gently as its huddled shape fiddled with something out of sight. A memory of a warrior who had made his armor out of turtles came to mind. Wondering if he may have stumbled upon such a being, Shion crawled forward until he could plant his feet on the ground once again. Stowing a flattened rock against the heel of his palm, he rose up incrementally. As he did so, a shock of wet matted hair appeared just beyond the shell’s top edge. Refusing to give credence to the errant thought that this was the creature that had burst from the water, he steeled himself.

“You.” Shion’s voice sliced through the ever present run of water. “Identify yourself.”

The shell jolted and froze so still that for a moment Shion wasn’t sure if he had ever seen it move.

He usually wasn’t one to doubt his own brilliance.

“I said identify yourself.” Shion repeated, authority taking reign of his vocal cords.

The body dipped slightly and Shion’s muscles flexed as he considered that the person could simply dive out of his grasp. Instead, he watched as the shell hunched forward slowly and turned.

His breath hitched as being turned to face him.

The dark green of the carapace gave way to a skin in lighter shades of moss that ran acros the visible body's expanse. Fear laden golden eyes matched the hue of the plastron that encircled the humanoid’s torso. Gangly limbs seemed to sprout from it and between webbed phalanges was the half eaten body of a very small fish.

“A yokai.” His lips moved without his permission. He had, of course, heard tale of such creatures, but only his brothers ever entertained mysticism. Reason and rationale ruled Shion’s mind which made being faced with exactly such a creature grind his gears to a halt.

“H-human!” The being stuttered before rising up to match the voice.

Shion took a tentative step back.

The creature shined with a moment of unbridled pride before resuming a cocky air. “You l-look quite plump! Give me your rations and I will spare you.”

Shion dropped his lids and gave a bored stare. In the time he’d adjusted his stance, he’d cataloged a hundred little ticks and notes about his opposite. From the way they still clung to the little fish carcass to their weak stance, it read as an obvious conclusion. “If you’re so powerful than why are you starving?”

The yokai's arrogant air falted and they stumbled back water's edge. A webbed foot dipped into the water causing the creature to shudder.

Staring down at the appendage with light curiosity, Shion brought his bored stare back up to those large eyes. “You’re aquatic, right?”

“Y-yeah?” The yokai stammered.

Making a little noise of interest, Shion shoved down any debate and stepped forward. In exchange, the creature stepped back until their heels were almost touching the water. Watching for a sign of attack and only seeing anxiety in response, Shion reached out to snatch one of the yokai’s elbows.

“H-hey! What are you doing, mortal f-fool!?” The creature all but squawked out of its pointed beak.

The beings protests were far too easy to circumvent. Lip quirked in study, Shion found the creature's arms reduced to near sinew. Grabbing a green wrist with his other hand, he used it to bring up hand up for similar examination. He found dulled claws with distinct ridging that often attributed to poor nutrition. He had seen it many times before, but preferred not to look on too long at such people. “I have a game I’d like to play.”

“What?” Finally finding enough energy to pull free, the yokai took a step to the side. “I am not here to amuse you!”

“Exactly, if you’ll indulge me I think I know why you’re here.” Shion watched the creature move carefully. Almost every tale about yokai spoke of their power and yet before him stood a thing that looked as if it would blow away in a light breeze. It bred a thousand questions. Though the stories were told far and wide there was no concrete evidence about these beings. The precipice of discovering stretching out ahead of him was so tantalizing his mouth could almost water.

“You know nothing!” The creature continued to shuffle away incrementally.

Shion squared his shoulders in an imposing manner. “I have an ongoing bet with my brother about analyzing an opponent.”

The move worked and the yokai seemed to realize that chances of escape were low. Shion watched as the creature came to terms with this and then searched his person rapidly. He failed to conceal the rock in hand before the being caught sight of it. “If you’re going to kill me, just do it already. I’m not going to entertain you until then!”

“What a waste that would be.” Shion gave a frustrated sigh.

“Waste?” The creature shook its head in confusion.

“Look.” Shion dropped his stance in a show of amity. “There’s a lot of fearmongering between yokai and humans and I don’t know what your transgressions are, but I’m not interested in senseless violence.”

Those huge golden eyes surveyed with him wary curiosity.

“Allow me to guess your situation and answer some of my questions and I’ll give you my rations. A more even trade then whatever empty threats you were throwing around before.”

The yokai gave a distinct snort of indignity before their eye turned away. Shion watched as the being blatantly debated his offer. A hungry gaze won out before it returned their attention to him. “It better not be rotten or anything.”

“It’s rice and dried fish.” Shion clarified with a dry tone.

“Koi!?” The yokai surged forward and Shion reflexively brought up a hand to block. Instead the creature grabbed his appendage and their eyes nearly sparkled at this range.

“No. What? Why would we eat koi!?” Shion twisted his head up in disgust.

“Because you’re rich?” The yokai asked with a confused expression that said that should have been obvious.

“Nobles don’t eat koi, they keep them as pets.” Finally remembering he was being held, Shion wrenched his arm free.

“Pets!?” The yokai reeled with surprise. “You’re joking!? Those fat things!?”

“I’m not!” He couldn’t figure out when he had lost control of the conversation. “I am the one who is supposed to be questioning you!”

“I haven’t agreed to the deal yet. I want to make sure it’s worth my time.”

Shion made a indignant face. This creature’s pride was off the charts. The demonic facsimile of Aoi appeared in his mind and joked about how only his own was larger. Scowling to dissipate the thought, Shion narrowed his gaze. “I told you what you’ll get. It isn’t spoiled. It was meant to be my meal tonight. Now do you agree or not? I’ll leave otherwise.”

At the mention of losing food the yokai went rigid.

Shion folded his arms as a show of how serious he was.

“O-ok! Fine! That’s fine! I accept! Ask your questions!” The being scrambled.

It took quite a bit of effort to keep the satisfied smile off of his face. “Excellent.”

“You said it was some game?” The yokai mumbled, resentment dripping from their words.

Though the creature had conceded, Shion took in the tone carefully. He had to filter it through a mental apparition of Toju, but once it came out the other side he seemingly realized the issue with the statement. “Ah, I see, allow me to rephrase.”

The being tilted their head.

“I don’t see you as a notch to be garnered in some contest. Rather it would be for my own self satisfaction to see if my guess was correct.”

The yokai’s head continued to further loll, unconvinced.

Refusing to give in to the nervous prickles in the back of his neck, Shion straightened. “Fine, how many humans have you conversed with?”

“Ones that lived?” A little wicked smile grew on their lips.

Shion’s lids came down in an unimpressed fashion.

The yokai held strong for several moments before rolling their eyes. “Not many if I can help it. Usually kids or a particularly desperate villager giving an offering.”

Shion perked up at that note and logged it away into his ever evolving list. “And I, who have traveled across this great land, have never once actually come in contact with a being such as yourself.”

“Ok?” The creature took a bored bite of their fish.

“Cultural exchange!” Shion clarified, his hands coming up in excitement.

“Huh?” The yokai squinted.

“That is what I am after. I’m far more interested in a factual record on yokai.”

“Y-you’re going to tell others?” The being twisted into themselves and Shion was once again reminded that they could flee into the water at any moment.

“Wait!” Shion lunged and caught the creature’s wrist. “I’m no fool! If I were to try to share what I learn here with no evidence than I would be no better than the mindless geezers that pedal their yokai folktales as if they were truths.”

Not realizing the implication of his words, the being surged in his grasp. “Let go!”

Noting the sudden spike in fear, a mental version of Hisato shook his head. “Oh. Oh.” Shion made a slow show of bringing up his free hand before carefully releasing his grasp.

The sudden change caused the yokai to slow, but their feet were still positioned in a way that prepared for escape.

“I have no intention of capturing or hurting you.”

“How can I believe that?!” Taking a small wary step back, the yokai’s hands squeezed into fists. “That you won’t go get that supposed dinner and bring your brother back with weapons!? You’ve said exactly what you want! Just like all those humans! All you do is take for your own gain!!”   

In spite of himself, Shino’s lips parted momentarily before he pressed them into a thin line.

“Well!?”

“I have no way to convince you.”

The yokai jolted at his quiet tone. The river continued to drone on through the long held pause before the being moved to break it. “You aren’t going to defend yourself…? Make up a lie even?”

“No.” Shion took his own step back, his hands still held up in accord. “It would make no difference. All I can give you is my word.”

“What’s the point of your ‘cultural exchange’ if you can’t tell anyone?”

Breaking eye contact, Shion searched the crushed greenery for a long moment. “It’s hard to say. Usually, proving others wrong is what I live for.”

The yokai made a sharp snorting noise.

“Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing I find sweeter than tearing someone’s moronic false ideas to shreds, but…”

Again, the water filled the void.

“I don’t know!” Shion growled, voice suddenly spiking. When he brought his gaze back to the yokai, he found them watching him curiously. “You’re unprecedented! A truly unique specimen and for the time being all I am interested in is gathering information about you.”

It was the being’s turn to look away. Through the waning light, there was a rosy quality to the green skin of their cheeks. “Fine, but I want to change the deal.”

“Again?” Shion sighed. “What now?”

“While I’m still not sure about the concept, doesn’t exchange go both ways?”

“Yes, it does. I’d also be happy to explain the concept and length if you-”

“We will each ask a question.” The yokai cut him off with a fold of their arms.

Shion sneered, but when the creature didn’t relent he gave an even headier sigh. “Fine, I suppose I was the one to use the terminology.”

“Great, go ahead then.”

“I wanted to begin with a ventured guess about your status.”

“That’s not really a question.” The yokai shook their head.

“Not yet.” Shion smirked and brought his chin up high. “From studying this scene you’ve left-” He made a show to pointing along the crush reeds up to the broken limbs in the treeline. “-In addition to your sorry state and resistance to initially fleeing…”

The yokai’s beak parted as if they were going to protest, but nothing came out.

“Along with the scant information you’ve mentioned, I believe I can make a credible hypothesis on your standing.” Without waiting, Shion lowered his gaze which sparkled with excitement. “I postulate that you were ousted from your home which I presume was a body of water you presided over as a local kami down south. You’ve traveled the waters up north, but the chilly overnight temperatures make it so you cannot stay in the water. The trip alone probably drained any resources you took with you, leaving you near destitute and unquestionably starving. As for my question, I’m asking if I was correct?”

Eyes somehow growing even larger, the creature gawked. Their beak opened and closed a few more times before they settled for falling out of their crossed armed stance to sulk. “Is it that obvious?”

To keep a lid on his surge of satisfaction at being right, Shion settled for shuffling his shoulders side to side. “I’m not interested in speaking for most people.”

The yokai huffed.

“I’ll count that as your question, moving on!”

“H-hey! That’s not fair!”

“Be more careful with your wording in the future!” Shion tutted with an air of amusement. “Could you tell me about your domain in length?”

The being shook their head hopelessly before making a show of taking a seat. Shion followed suit onto his knees and listened in rapt attention as the yokai described their lake in Funai. Nodding furiously at the information, he then supplied the creature with more information about his occupation. Breaching the culture in this regard seemed difficult as yokai hierarchy was left as broken as the warring states. Once he thoroughly translated the concept of samurai, Shion moved on to ask about their journey. Moonlight glistened off the water and made for just enough light as the creature went through a laundry list of hardships. Having lived a life of not quite luxury, but without exceeding want, Shion tried not to let pity cloud his account. The yokai seemed to catch on to this and was just asking about his human status when a snapping twig seemed to reverberate through the whole forest. Shion immediately took to his feet and his hand again went reflexively to his hip. This time he couldn’t keep the curse off his lips at his lack of weapon. Beside him, the yokai curled up, pressing into the cattails and blending in well with the shaded greens.

“I’d recognize that big forehead anywhere!”

For a split second, Shion relaxed at the sound of his brother’s voice before fear brought his muscles tense once again. Setting his jaw, Shion cast his eyes down to the creature and found them staring back at him with horrified expression. Shion mouthed for them to stay put and stepped in close, using his body as barrier as Aoi’s form approached. “You only see the signifier of my genius every single day.”

“Mhm, sure, sure.” Shion watched as Aoi came in, his brother’s eye taking in all the same detail that he had. “Forget something?”

For a moment, Shion scrambled mentally.

Aoi caught on immediately and brought rope with several carved bottles hanging off of it.

“The water.” Shion balked.

“Find something?” Aoi craned his neck curiously, following the environmental story telling.

Shion waffled and prayed for one of the few times in his life that his terrible lies would for once persuade someone. “I came across this strange display and got caught up in studying… what kind of creature had done this.”

Aoi swept his gaze up from the reeds to his brother’s face.

Shion thanked the moon for being behind him as it hopefully hid any sweat forming on his brow.

“You fell in didn’t you.”

“What?!” Shion shrieked.

“You didn’t want to come back all wet!” Aoi burst out laughing and the move caused the strung gourds to clatter along with his barks.

“I certainly did not!!” Shion hissed. It took some stretching, but he was just able to shove his brother without moving from his spot.

Aoi languidly walked off the move before circling back. “I can’t wait to tell Hisa and Juju!”

“You’ll tell them nothing!” Shion tried to make a swipe for the bottles, but Aoi outmaneuvered him.

“Nothing better than when you’re off you’re game.” Aoi continued to chuckle. “We’ll get the water together and then we can get you all toasty by the fire.”

“I-It’s fine! I’ll finish my assignment while you get back!” Shion internally screamed when the chirpy quality to his voice suddenly brought his brother’s curious brow up.

Before he could dodge, Aoi shot forward and fisted a bunch of Shion’s sleeve.

“W-wait-!”

“Bone dry.” Aoi frowned and leaned in close to his brother. “What have you been doing all this time?”

“Studying the scene!” Shion’s pupils rapidly scanned the close proximity before breaking away. “Yeah, that’s what I said earlier.”

“Are you telling me or yourself?” Aoi’s voice dropped its usual levity.

“You.” Shion set his features along with his will.

As Aoi’s gaze narrowed and Shion wasn’t going to be circumvented a third time. Both brothers moved in tandem. Aoi twisted to look behind Shion but before he could do so Shion intercepted by trying to catch his sibling in a headlock. The two then grappled with lightning fast reflexes before the engagement shifted Shion’s stance. Kicking out his brother’s feet, Aoi wrapped an arm around Shion’s waist to keep him from falling while also getting a look at what was behind him. “AH-ha…!”

Shion squirmed from where he was caught around the waist. “If you would let me-!”

“Seriously?!” Aoi huffed and let go.

Shion fell to the ground harshly, but snapped onto to his hands and knees. A dozen excuses formed on his tongue only to dissipate when he found nothing amongst the reeds he was once blocking. “What…?”

“You’re such a nerd.” Aoi griped, swinging the string of bottles into Shion’s face. “Fine, fill them up by yourself if that’s what you want!” Shion weakly reached up to take the rope. As soon as it left his hands, Aoi, turned and started walking away. “I can’t believe you actually got so distracted just looking at some smushed grass! Hurry up already or I’m gonna let Hisa eat your portion.”

“Alright!” Shion gripped with learned snark. Hobbling, but keeping to the ground, he twisted around searching for the yokai. Not finding them, Shion listened until his brother’s steps had retreated. “Are you…?” He bit down on the question as he wondered if his brother was somehow still listening. Caught between thoughts, Shion crawled forward until he was at the water’s edge. He then dragged up the string of bottles with a frown and started to fill them. As his finger’s dipped into the cool water, the tension of the surface bubbled several feet away. Freezing, he retracted the gourd in time as the shape rose up.

Instead of bursting out, the yokai’s head breeched the water in near silence. “That your brother?”

“Yes.” Shion clipped. He could feel how wide his eyes were, but was helpless to stop it.  

“I see why you play that game with him.”

Shion made a noise of affirmation and lowered the bottle to keep continue filing it. “How’d you get away?”

“Wasn’t it my turn?” The yokai gave a bobbing giggle.

Shion let out a single dry chuckle of his own and moved to fill the next gourd. “I don’t believe I have enough time to accurately answer your question.”

“Then I’ll say ‘it’s kinda my thing.’” The yokai’s hand broke the surface next and expertly squirted a spurt of water at Shion that landed just shy of his person.

“Aquatic.” Shion responded knowingly, shaking his head.

“So I’ll never get my answer?”

“As if you were the only one with more to ask.” Shion hummed, moving to fill the penultimate bottle. “I won’t penalize you for it. I’ll be sure to bring your food as soon as everyone’s asleep.”

“Can we continue then?” The yokai floated forward, but gave breadth for Shion’s work.

“I wouldn’t risk it…” Shion mused, bringing up the gourd prematurely with a loud popping bubble. “You. I wouldn’t risk you.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the yokai dip slightly below the surface for a moment.

Slipping the gourd back into the river, Shion racked his brain. Trying to subdue the part of his mind that spiraled anxiously about missing his chance, he tried to sort out reasonable solutions. He’d barely scratched the surface of this cultural exchange and wasn’t about to let it slip through his fingers. Corking the third bottle and moving to fill the last, Shion felt every droplet that cycled in as if it were counting down time. The movement of which, thankfully, sparked an idea. “Was this your destination?”

“I don’t have a specific place in mind, though, like you said, the north is too cold.”

“It will continue to warm with spring here. Would you consider making an exception?” Keeping his eyes on task, Shion silently pleaded.

“Why do you ask?”

The bottle filled and he brought it up along with his gaze. “Keep following along the river; it’s the same route my brothers and I are taking to collect our payment. I’ll keep supplying you with food and we can continue to meet.”

The yokai bobbed up enough that Shion could see the owlish surprise in their golden orbs.

“Aren’t you cold?” Corking the bottle, Shion’s brow came down around the question. He wasn’t sure where it had come from.

“A little.”

Picking up the rope, Shion retreated backwards and watched in awe as the yokai’s head floated toward the bank. The being then seemed to walk straight out of the water which was undisturbed by the loss of its tenant. With the moon pouring light around the sparkling droplets on the yokai’s skin, Shion breathed deeply from where he hadn’t realized he’d stopped.

“I guess if you actually drop the food off tonight, then I can trust you’ll continue to hold up your end of the deal…”

There was a tentative surge of joy in Shion’s chest. He stamped it down. “I swear it.”

The yokai blinked widely and then through their beak gave a little smile. “I look forward to a steady meal.”

“Is that all?” Shion feigned a huff, the strange feeling still lingering in his chest.

“Of course, why else would I bother with such a stuffy human?” The yokai approached him.

He stiffened and they brought their hands up in amity as he had done to them earlier.

“Quick learner.” Shion grumbled more to himself.

The yokai either didn’t hear him or chose to ignore the comment. “You’ll have to come to me at the river.” The being held out a webbed hand.

“Unless you want my brothers to see you…” Confused but curious, Shion looked between glowing eyes and the appendage several times before carefully offering his limb.

The yokai took it and turned it over so his palm was facing up. They then brought their other hand up with a single dull claw and dropped it to his skin. “To call me, just dip your finger into the water two times, then pause, then three times.” The being demonstrated barely scratching at his palm in the process. “I’ll know it’s you and the coast is clear.”

Shion nodded dumbly and watched as the yokai released him.

“You alright?”

“Yes.” He came back to himself and shook off the lingering buzzing in his hand by clenching it into a fist. “Yes.” He repeated more firmly. “From now on it will always be after my family is asleep.”

“Alright.” The yokai nodded with a bob.

It was the first time he’d seen an amicable air from them. Something about it made his chest surge with what Shion identified as pride. “I need to get back.” He pulled up the rope with the bottles.

The being hummed in agreement.

Shion took a stiff step back. “I’ll be back.”

“You said that.” The yokai gave that beaky smile again.

Several more bow legged steps were made.

“Bye.” The being gave a genial wave.

Shion dipped around it and finally made the turn towards where he had come. He made it approximately half a foot before something occurred to him. “I didn’t get your name!”

“Doremi.” The yokai nodded. “And what shall I call you, human?”

Resisting the urge to stare, Shion tried to swallow the ever pertinent odd feeling. “Shion.”

“Hurry up then, Shion-human. The sooner you return the sooner I can eat.”

“Sleep doesn’t work like that.” He called back before forcing himself to trudge forward. He cursed his idiotic parting and heard a small crop of laughter from the yokai he left by the riverside.

Back at camp, the evening banter with his brothers seemed to both fly by whilst drag on at a snail’s pace. The dying embers lingered longer than the even snores of his family. Though they didn’t know of the Doremi’s existence, part of Shion’s mind wondered how they could sleep knowing such a unique creature lay a short walk away. The moon had made it’s less noticeable trek across the sky by the time Shion was able to sneak away once again. This time he made sure footing through the underbrush and revealed his rations from the sleeve of his hakama. He left them at the water’s edge where the reeds were trampled and dipped his finger in the water as instructed. Against his better judgment, he refused to linger and hurried back to camp. With his brothers still collapsed on their rolls, Shion settled in and spent a sleepless night reviewing what he had learned again and again.

When morning’s light came, Toju found his rinsed container at the edge of camp. Shion babbled a line of excuses, but it was Aoi who laid down the agreed upon defense of late night snacking. It was a minor indignity, but nothing Shion couldn’t handle. After packing up, it was another day of traveling amongst his closest companions. There was both a learned air of family to their connection, but an unmistakable fondness that Shion wouldn’t trade for the world. Though they quarreled, he would pick no other occupation or persons to share his life with. Meeting with Doremi the first night was what he akinned to the rare spice in the pot. When it came to food, Toju did his best with dishes on the road and for the most part Shion couldn’t care less about the finished product. As long as a meal was palatable and gave enough nutrients, eating had always been more a necessity than a pleasure.

Doremi shifted his view on that as well. Watching the yokai partake in meals was an experience. They relished flavors they had never tasted before and regaled him in what humans usually offered. If the dish was good, then Doremi’s eyes would light up with enough sheen that it pushed Shion to make his first requests to the chef. It ended up being a win-win as Toju was over the moon that his brother had finally shown interest. It eased any guilt about Shion's ever mounting lies while the trope and yokai moved further north and into the mountains.

The nights spent in towns were the easiest to slip away from his brethren, but the hardest to easily gain access to the river. For whatever hurdles lay for Shion, they were always double that for Doremi. The yokai not only had to dodge humanity's vigilant eye, but they also had to navigate between multiple water ways while also keeping pace with a party they couldn’t see. The resilience wasn’t lost on Shion and neither were the changes in Doremi. Having a consistent and more balanced diet meant the yokai was rapidly on the mend. Though it wasn’t an overnight change, Shion’s studious eye noted every minute advance. From the enhanced green luster to fuller limbs, even Doremi’s claws seemed to sharpen themselves with good nutrition. Less to protect himself and more for his own comfort, he showed Doremi his new blade and bō. Shion was delighted to find no fear in place and instead curiosity at human construction. To say the cultural exchange was going well was by far an understatement.

When the brothers reached their destination to pick up payment, they were tipped off to their next job down south. The constant treks across the country had become commonplace and the group rarely complained about the backtracking. A night of celebration with overflowing wallets gave way to Shion’s first missed meeting. Carrying the veritable basket of apology confections and rations, Shion was surprised when he was met with blatant concern instead of anger. It twisted up that feeling that never seemed to leave him with Doremi was near. The scolding was light as he passed chewy delights to the yokai. Gushing about the flavor, Shion found the way the moonlight played off Doremi’s now glossy locks to be an image he wished he could immortalize in paint. It was one amongst a growing list.

Shion found he didn’t need and excuse to breach the topic of their next destination and his chest swelled when Doremi instead asked where they were going. His mind was quick to remind him that the noun could also include his brothers, but a hopeful part of his mind told him that Doremi instead considered themselves an unofficial member of the group. The sticky humidity of summer reared its head and the yokai was thriving in the weather. It wasn’t just the warmth of the sun that tingled in Shion’s cheeks at the thought of an extension to their partnership. Within a few days, the brothers and yokai departed.

As time stretched on, a rhythm was established. Shion knew with each meeting that he should be more wary that his brother’s would discover what he was doing, but in inverse occurred. Though he kept the same care in escape, he allowed his worries to wane. As they spent all their time together, it was inevitable that the group would need time apart. It wasn’t unusual to wake up and find someone had wandered off. Toju could often be found smearing berries on trees and Hisato’s faraway destructive punches could sometimes be heard on the wind if it blew in just the right way. It was Aoi that Shion feared the most. His twin’s perception and familial priorities were leagues ahead of the others. If Aoi did know, he thankfully had decided that it wasn’t worth his time to interrupt. Even if it was just his imagination, Shion was thankful.

In a similar vein, there was naturally a shift in the so-called cultural exchange that made the title less accurate. The countless hours spent discussing customs waned as the topics were stretched to their limits. From there informality grew and they moved on to discussing their personal lives. Though he’d gotten a taste for it, Shion never tired of Doremi’s attentive nature. They talked a haughty game, but had taken their responsibility as caretaker of their lake very seriously. The humans they had exposed themselves to were all done so in a means to help. From saving a drowning child to comforting a woman who lost her husband, Doremi even had been known to give back their own offerings if it meant a hungry mouth could be fed. Shion had long made adjustments so his own nutrition wasn’t at risk, but Doremi staunchly still tried to share every meal with him.

He’d indulged the yokai’s emphasis on food at first with an eye roll and eventually as a heady reminder. Though he never considered himself rich and there had always been times when a decent meal was scarce on the road. True hunger, however, wasn’t something Shion thought of. It revealed to him the deficits in society he tried to turn a blind eye to. It had taken some time, but guilt cropped up; not over their different statuses, though that was a given, but instead that she held a certain level of burden having to also explain them to him. It was a grounding he hadn’t realized he’d been missing. All that being said, he couldn’t help but still laugh at Doremi’s obsession with koi. Beyond eating it, if he happened to pass through a town that had some, endless questions were abound. He’d made sure to get a wooden carving, much to the confusion of his brothers. Overnight a necklace was woven out of reeds with the trinket dangling right at the upper edge of the yokai’s plastron. It brought Shion a satisfaction he couldn’t at first place. He began to jokingly refer to Doremi as such. He wasn’t sure if the yokai knew how selfish that thought was or the double meaning it entailed, but just their shiny locks were excuse enough to remind him of the ornate fish's fins. The nickname heralded a tidal shift that moved far beyond conversation alone.

The pair took to strolling through whatever path was afforded them near the rivers. Thousands of steps were matched as dreams were shared amongst them and the fireflies of summer. In time, an arm was offered and hips grazed with nearly every thought bubbling off tongues. It was on one particular night, when the cicadas screamed their loudest, that they found a forgotten boat docked on still waters of a connecting lake. Doremi pushed the boat out and Shion took helm on steering. When the yokai had turned, overjoyed at the ride and happiness sparkling in honeyed orbs, Shion finally pinned the feeling that had been ever growing. It left him awestruck and he nearly capsized at the identification. Doremi fretted and sent him to bed worrying about his health. The next morning his distracted state left his brothers in a similar fuss.

How could he tell them he wasn’t sick, but in love?

It was the culmination of a thousand tiny things he could both list in an instant and never in a lifetime. It crushed him within an inch of his life. It felt like he was the luckist man alive. He wanted to deny the feeling. He labeled it selfish. He despised how his heart had betrayed him. They were completely different species. He had no way to take his earnings and settle down. Their lives, Doremi’s life, would always be in danger. It already was, but adding his existence to the mix made it more so. Humans had only fear for yokai, as yokai feared them in turn. Years of bloodshed, confusion, and hate weren’t something that would change overnight no matter how many facts Shion would plaster even the whiff of a naysayer with. It had taken him months to see and he had an open mind. He had little hope for the stupidity of the masses. It left him hopelessly happy and disheartened. It didn’t matter if Doremi felt the same. He couldn’t put that on her.

Lost in these ever swirling thoughts, a billow of black smoke shot up into the otherwise unmarred blue sky.

“That’s a big fire…” Toju murmured to Shion’s left.

“We just passed the charred remains of a village, what? Two days ago?” Hisato added over his shoulder.

“Sounds like we’re going on a detour, eh guys?” Aoi shifted his stance toward the plume.

“From the wreckage and timing, I’d say we’re in for a group of at least seven bandits.” Shion tapped his arm absentmindedly as he did the mental math.

“Don’t’cya just hate when we can’t split them up evenly!?” Aoi huffed. In a few bounding leaps, he shot in front of Hisato.

“Do you wish there were more or less?” Shion sneered.

Aoi spun around and made a show of whipping both his odachi out to his sides. “It’s a 50/50 for one guess!” He then winked and turned into a run. The brothers pulled out their own blades and quickly fell into formation. As the village grew on the horizon, a villager stumbled towards them on the path.

In several bounds, Toju broke away to intercept. As soon as he got close, the youngest brother halted so quickly that the dust from the path kicked up around him.

The brothers readied themselves.

As the dust cleared, they watched in stunned silence as the man turned, covered in blood. The left side of his face hung off and he routinely choked on the steady stream of his life fluids draining from the wound.

“Aoi!?” Toju squeaked, reaching for the man. “Sir?”

“There’s nothing we can do for him… I don’t know how the poor bastard's on his feet…” Aoi’s voice dropped low, circling.

“T-they…” The man choked, his form teetering more and more.

“How many?” Shion pressed, pulling away from Hisato.

“The men…” Strangled by something in his windpipe, the brothers each took their own step back as the man dropped to his knees and then the ground, silent.

“No more jokes.” Hisato decreed. “These people need help.”

The others nodded and shot straight to the village. Within seconds the screams poured from the flaming shacks. Bodies littered the ground and mud was formed from the amount of viscera spilled. Hoofbeats soared above the chaos and an armored man on hoseback appeared. Aoi leaped forward and bounded off Hisato’s shoulders to made a clean cut through the man’s neck.

Shion rounded the fallen figure and snatched the banner from the fleeing steed. “It’s a clan army…”

“What do they want with this small place?!” Hisato shot to the right and stabbed through a man coming around the corner.

Toju who had dropped down to check one of the bodies, rose up with an orange cloth fisted in his hands.

It was a marker they only implemented in battle.

Aoi stared at the younger sibling for a moment before setting his brow. “Let’s go!”

The brothers tied colored wraps up around their forehads and dove into the smoke. A cacophony of blades, shouts, arrows, and thudding hooves rose from every direction. Between the distinct flashes of his brother’s colors, Shion fell into the numbing rhythm of falling any other being that crossed his path. As his count soared above the double digits, the brothers broke free of the smoldering shacks and out onto a field bordering the village. There, nearly a hundred men sat idly with various stages of weaponry and horseback.  

“What the hell are you doing!?” Aoi roared, flicking blood from his odachi.

“Ah.” A man on an ornately decorated horse strode free from the line. Shion identified him as the general. “Well this is a surprise.”

“Not what I would call it.” Aoi all but hissed.

“Blue.” The general chuckled.

Aoi bared his teeth.

“Purple.”

Shion spun away from a downed foe and held his blade to his side.

“Red.”

Hisato knocked two men back and glared down the line.

“Orange.”

Toju slit a man’s throat and let him down with a teetering thud.

“I’ve heard of your little samurai family group. Your father was quite revered and he seems to have trained you well.”

“You haven’t answered my question.” Aoi seethed, taking a single step forward.

The general’s horse threw its head at the move and the man pulled at the reigns to stop it. “Oh this? We asked the villagers kindly to share their harvest as we head out to our little… rendezvous. They were gracious enough with food, but were lacking in the entertainment department…”

Shion squeezed his blade and could hear the thundering steps as Hisato approached.

“Under stimulated men get too zealous in battle so I’m letting the ones that are pent up release their energy.”

Aoi glanced back as a shack collapsed under a raging fire.

“Who hired you? I’ll double the pay to have you all scurry off.”

Aoi’s return rotation to the general oozed malice. “You could say we’re between jobs at the moment.”

“Then why are you bothering my men?” The general scoffed, looking bored of the conversation. “Here.” He reached into a pouch hanging from his horse’s saddle and pulled out a bag. He then tossed it straight across the field. It landed out Aoi’s feet and rolled over, spilling coin into the blood stained dirt. “Take this and leave.”

“Aoi…” Hisato’s voice was thick.

Aoi bent forward and took a hold of the mouth of the bag.

“Shion…” Toju murmured, exchanging glances.

Aoi smiled. “I see…”

Shion nodded.

“Well? It’s more than enough considering I lost how many men?” Leaving the question rhetorical, the general pulled at his reigns to rejoin the ranks.

“The price of man…” Aoi said.

“Let’s regroup. Did we get everything?” The general addressed his men.

Hisato sighed.

“I think you owe us one more thing!” Aoi shouted, an unhinged buoyancy to his stance.

“Huh?” Before the general could fully turn, an odachi stabbed right through his neck. It seemed as if even the flames went silent as the man gurgled around his own blood before falling off his horse into a heap.

“Now we’re square.” Aoi hummed, twirling his remaining Odachi in hand.

“SELFISH INGRATES!” The man next to the general screamed and gave the signal. The full army surged to life and stormed right at the brothers as they fell in line with one another. If the earlier chaos in the village was a cacophony, then this was completely deafening. The sounds engulfed Shion’s ears until they were ringing and everything dropped to a cottoned muffle. Every single movement had to be precise. They were outnumbered in a way they had never been before. Twisting and pushing his body beyond its limits, he struck again and again. A blade behind him clipped his shoulder and he kicked off one man and slammed into a horse. The neighing broke through the fuzz and the horse kicked a series of screaming men. Twisting his sword out, another blade hooked his hand along with the hilt. The ensuing pull sprayed blood and took his weapon away.

Dropping down to avoid the next strike, Shion pulled the bō from his back. Its lethality was less, but his range grew to make up for it. With a swift spin, he carved himself out a radius where he could take a single breath before men and hooves were upon him again. From the ground, someone he thought was dead stabbing into the plump part of his calf. Hissing, he jut the staff back and heard the sickening squelch of it entering the man’s head. If he had time he would have gagged.

“Hisato!!!” Toju’s voice screeched through the battle.

Shion spun around with the sound and let his weapon lead the way. Grunts echoed where the bō moved and he tried to carve that radial path once again. No matter how hard he spun, he couldn’t achive the arch without both his legs firmly planted. The torn muscle refused to cooperate so Shion shuck the weapon back to stabilize a forward shot instead. A blade swung back just as he took off and it was a flash of blue that kept him from being inadvertently decapitated.

“Pay attention!!” Aoi seethed, his own face painted red which dripped down making Shion’s color around his collar.

“Hisato!” Shion protested as they instinctually went back to back.

“We’re no good to him if we’re dead!” Aoi growled before shooting forward again.

Shion twisted in learned synchronization and, in time with Aoi, finally carved a path. The two dove deeper into the skirmish, each swinging in tandem with the other. It might have been exhilarating had a sword not plunged right through Aoi’s right arm. Shion watched in seeming slow motion as the strike shot through his brother. The grimace on his sibling’s face twisted along with the blade as it then cleaved most of the flesh off in a single swipe. Screaming at the top of his lungs, Shion lunged at the attacker. Aoi choked on something beside him as Shion put all his force into a forward jut of his bō. His shoulders screamed in protest as the wood punctured the man’s wind pipe.

Spinning around to catch his brother, Shion found Aoi nowhere in sight. Twisting his staff around, he prepared his lungs for another shout when his heart seemingly skipped a beat. His blood pressure plummeted as his head lolled down. Right through the left side of his chest, a shiny red blade stuck out several inches. Blinking slowly, he felt a sting in his left arm. Unable to lift his bō any longer, Shion rolled his head in that direction to find another blade cleaving his arm in a similar way it had Aoi’s. It was a weird cosmic symmetricality that they had always shared. When he moved to jerk away from the strike, his arm came mostly free from him. The weight distribution suddenly shifted, Shion watched as the ground rapidly soared towards his vision. In another bit of cruel irony, it was upon falling on the ground that the sword in his chest was finally dislodged.

Shion had no idea how long he lay on the ground, but it was long enough that the battle came to an end.

At least, that’s what the silence indicated.

Through a slow blink, he opened his eyes from where he hadn’t known he closed them. Around him, there wasn’t a single sign that a skirmish had taken place. On two wobbly stems, Shion propped himself up and stared across the field. It lay with the summer’s growth of a crop he suddenly couldn’t identify. He was usually so good with plants too. With some difficultly, Shion looked back to where the village should be. In its place there was nothing but continuous rolling fields. He watched as the thin green blades flicked with wind that didn’t seem to be reaching his person. Curious, a numb hand reached up to touch his face. He wasn’t sure contact was even made because none could be felt.

Opening his mouth, Shion tried to force out a call for his brothers but no air escaped him. He pushed and pushed, but it was as if there were no lungs in his body to move the sound. Terror gripped him and he spun around in a crazed semicircle. Miles and miles of empty land surrounded him on all sides. Unable to decide, Shion took off in the direction his pivot landed on. He tore through the grasses, but with every step that should have trampled them, they seemed unwieldy underfoot. It caused him to slow once more. Unsure, he racked his brain for the immense knowledge he had collected throughout his lifetime. No explanation of this supernatural occurrence came to mind, but the mysticism of it tore a single image from him: Doremi.

Renewed, he again tried to scream. No sound came out and his face screwed up as he put all his force into it. Though he didn’t seem to have any oxygen, the move made him light headed and brought him to the ground once again. In a horrible slideshow he watched a simultaneous projection of all the times he had spent with the yokai amidst all the times he hoped would come. When the reel ended, he was struck by how little there was. There hadn’t been enough time. He needed more time. Abandoning his voice, he clawed at the earth, but found he couldn’t make a dent. He felt tears that didn’t exist prick at his retinas and he did the only thing left, the one thing he’d all but abandoned; he prayed.

He’d dismissed the ideas of some overseeing being around the age of nine. Between his training and what he watched his father go through, Shion swore there was no way some magical entity could allow such indignities on his creations. Shion himself was often cited as cruel, but the machinations of this world far exceeding anything he could stomach.

Still be pleaded. He begged the force and made no apologies for the time he spent not believing. He instead argued for his due.

For his brothers.

For Doremi.

For Doremi.

For what seemed like an eternity, he kneeled. His mantra repeating in his brain at such a severe rate he might never have another thought other than that again.

No night came.

The sun continued to shine on a cloudless sky.

The grass continued to gentle jostle with a summer’s breeze.

His brothers.

Doremi.

He never even got to show her a real koi fish.

“You should have passed on by now.”

Shion jerked, the mantra still ringing in his ears.

“Why do you linger?”

Shooting to his feet, Shion spun around and was once again met with only rolling fields.

“A stubborn one.”

The plea continued to repeat as an earworm, but Shion was able to manage a single alternate thought. A question.

“Who am I?”

Shion blinked before opening and closing his mouth. There was still no sound.

“I can hear you just fine. No need to waste your time.”

Then why haven’t you answered my prayers?!

“Prayers?” The voice sounded genuinely confused.

Imaging a drum being played with exahsutive ferocity, Shion mentally turned up the mantra.

“Oh, that! You’ve been going on about that for so long that I’d gotten used to it!”

HOW DARE YOU-!

“Enough.”

…

“I meant more that you have already been granted one of those things.”

What do you mean?

“Your brothers. You are intrinsically tied to them. In fact, they are waiting for you now, but you need to move on.”

Shion spun around, searching the grasses once more.

“Not here, little one. You need to move to the next plane.”

Doremi!

“Doremi?” The voice again seemed genuinely surprised.

Doremi! Doremi! Green skin! Shell! Golden eyes! Hair like-

“Silence, allow me to see.”

Shion furrowed his brow. If this was some type of god, why didn’t they just already know? Why was he trapped in his inane conversation?

“It is not for you to comprehend.”

Spoken like someone who also has no idea.

“Aren’t you something.”

Far be it for a puny human to ask questions.

“I would call it amusing, but we don’t have to agree.”

Don’t we?

“We don’t. Tell me, what is it that you want with the kappa?”

Kappa?

“You didn’t even know what kind of yokai Doremi was? I see why you requested more time.”

Then you already know what I want!

“I didn’t say that. Your thoughts were too simplistic. You simply wished for your brothers and the yokai, but how? You already have one of those things. Why should I give you more?”

More?!

Shion turned, his chest aching painfully.

I barely got any time.

In quick repeat, he played the reel of his time with Doremi over.

Again, it ended in what seemed like the blink of an eye.

You can see, right?! You saw!?

“I saw.”

Then you know!

A long stretch of silence played out. Shion continued the mantra in a failed attempt to soothe himself.

“Do you want to know how many lifetimes it’s been since you found your soulmate?”

Soulmate?

“73.”

What do you mean soulmate!?

“It’s astounding in a way. It’s not like the system is rigged for you to not meet them. There’s free will to contend with, but the chance occurs in every lifetime.”

Answer me!

“Maybe it’s because you get coddled by your brothers in every existence…”

Don’t… Don’t you dare-!!!

“That’s not mine to undo. Do not fret.”

Not yours?! What does that mean!?

“It is a pity though.”

Hey!

“How about a compromise?”

…

“I can’t give you another gift. As I’ve said, you’re already tied to three beings, but I can grant you something else.”

Why?

“I find 73 lifetimes without true love to be a bit despairing. I guess I’m a romantic in that sense.”

Great. My life is in the hands of an being that doesn’t use reason.

“If I were then we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.”

…

“The opportunity will occur in your next lifetime. If you make contact with your soulmate then I will allow you to glimpse a moment; a little gift so you may not let them slip through your clutches again.”

And what if I don’t? I’ve apparently failed 73 other times…

“Then you will be born again. My gift will be of one time use, but it will continue on until the meeting occurs.”

This is stupid.

A sharp ring of laughter echoed from the skies above.

It was so loud Shion’s knees buckled.

”You truly are something! I haven’t had a laugh in eons!”

Scoff.

“As much resentment as you hold, I can tell you're ready to move on.”

Something about the way it was said sent an icy cold shot of fear through Shion’s veins. He looked down to find his body rapidly becoming translucent.

Wait! I haven’t-!

“There will never be enough time. Just remember this moment-”

Shion winced as the image of Doremi eating a confectionery was forced into his mind.

“-and live your life to its fullest.”

Watching his hand, Shion found he could barely see his outline.

One! One final question!!!

“Hurry.”

Does that mean Doremi was-?!

“Good luck finding them in your next life.”

The breeze continued to roll through the unchanging empty landscape.

-

Cleaved by the earth in a continental divide.

Over and over in a gambit long tried.

A butterflies wings.

The sweep of tree's shade.

Castle doors open to mist.

Whilst the sun bathed you in a gentle kiss. 

The eternal dance of you and I.

Unable to seek.

Unwilling to hide.

-

“I just wanted a gazpacho burrito!” Leo whined as he rolled out of the way of a tenderizing mallet.

“What is wrong with you!?” Mikey turned up his nose in disgust.

“Honestly!” Rupert Swaggart huffed as he lifted his mallet again. “Food trucks are an affront to the culinary world!”

“No!” Mikey wrapped a chain around a light pole and swung around to kick Meat Sweats in the side of the head. The force launched the pig mutant across the park. “I am not agreeing with you on that! Food trucks have been instrumental in fusion shifts!”

“Perfect, I’d had enough of the banter.” Donnie clapped as his bō telescoped in hand. “I’d rather we get to lunch as soon as possible.”

“See! Donnie wants a burrito too!” Leo jumped excitedly to point.

“Eugh, no!” Donnie scrunched up his face in disgust.

“Et tu!?” Leo hissed.

“Ok, ok!” Raph scrubbed his face. “Isn’t that why we’re here?! ‘Cause no one could decide on one type of food!”

The others all paused to give it some thought.

“Huh, I guess so.” Leo shrugged. “Hey, how is there still a line!?”

“There can’t possibly be. There’s a mutant attack and-” Donnie looked as Leo gestured with an angry grimace. “Oh, wow, there actually is.”

Raph approached the slew of New Yorkers who were huddled down in fear but still queued at the various food trucks. “Uh, you guys ok?”

“I-I waited t-two hours.” A shaky voice rose up from the line. “I-I’m n-not going a-anywhere!”

“For the, and let me emphasize this, gazpacho burrito!?” Pinching the air to accentuate his point, Mikey dropped down onto Raph’s shoulder to loom over the person.

“Y-yeah?” The civilian choked.

“No taste.” Mikey sighed, crawling down from his perch. “So did Rupert just bail or…?”

“Maybe ya knocked him out?” Raph hummed in thought.

“That is a distinct possibility.” Donnie noted, tapping his staff to the ground.

Leo watched his brothers for a moment and then looked down the line from the trucks. “Uh… guys?”

“Huh? I can’t hear someone who no taste buds!” Mikey mimed a hand up to his ear and rolled his gaze skyward.

“Har har.” Leo retorted dryly. “Where do these trucks get their power?”

“Either from the truck itself or usually a generator.” Donnie walked over to one said square and gestured to it. “The output on this model is poor though. A few tweaks and…”

“No.” Raph stomped over and swatted Donnie’s flexing fingertips. “You gotta stop upgrading stuff without people’s consent!”

Leo started to walk down the queue. “But not like tapping into the city?”

Donnie rubbed his hand indignantly. “I believe that would invoke some kind of violation.”

“You’re basically stealing power.” Mikey nodded, slyly watching Leo out of the corner of his eye.

Leo reached down and picked up a thick orange cord. “Uh huh…”

“What is that?” Donnie slipped around Raph’s form and towards Leo.

Mikey seemed to catch sight of it too, but turned the other way. “It looks like there’s one going to every food truck…”

“One going to…?” Donnie spun around.

“Alas there’s bound to be causalities in the cutthroat world of cuisine!” Rupert’s voice rose up from above and the brothers turned to see the pig mutant perched on a nearby building with the end of the orange cord in hand.

“Donnie! Raph! Civilians! Mikey, on me!” Leo sliced open a portal as Mikey’s chains soared out towards Rupert.

Meat Sweats grinned manically and plugged in the cord.

“On it!” Raph shouted, turning back to the crowd. “Lunch times over! Y’all gotta-!”

A deep rumbling seemed to bubble up from somewhere other than the ground.

“Raph…” Donnie warned, wildly looking for the source.

“EVERYONE MOVE NOW!” Raph roared, his formed rapidly expanding with his ninpo. The line finally relented in an attempt to escape when the tires of the row of food trucks started to sway.

Donnie balked as the rumbling noise soared in pitch. He brought his staff up just as the metal roof of each truck burst open. Boiling oil shot straight into the sky and immediately hit an arch point where it curved to rain back down. Scrambling, Donnie activated his own ninpo and a giant purple umbrella formed out of the top of his staff. He bolted towards the civilians that had yet to escape and covered them as the oil rain down with a steaming sizzle.

“Hot, hot hot!!” Raph hissed as droplets dripped down through his projection.

Donnie planted his feet and increased the size of the umbrella. “Unless you want to be the ones deep fried, I suggest you move, people!” 

Raph’s form winced as he ducked under the umbrella and urged the masses along. “Alright, no shoving…”

The crowd shuffled around Donnie, bumping him as he tried to keep the umbrella steady. "Honestly-!” He was cut off when someone shouldered him with enough force that one hand came free from his bō. Hissing, the throng of people rushed across his arm and Donnie had difficulty reigning the limb back in while still holding the oversized object steady. With a sharp tug he retracted the appendage and his vision whited out.

“Well?” Shion watched carefully as Doremi went in to take a bite.

���Don’t rush me!” The yokai giggled with a shake of their head.

“As slow as a lazy koi.” Shion smiled fondly as Doremi’s beak cut right through the chewy mochi.

From where the yokai’s eyes had fallen in satisfaction, they popped open as they went on to gush about the flavor. Time stopped as moonlight played off Doremi’s glossy locks.

A sizzling sound hissed in his ears and the image seemed to burn away as if it were on an old film reel.

“Donnie!?” Raph’s voice reached his ears.

Donnie croaked and felt small bits of oil sting his legs. Blinking free, he found that he was on the ground with his big brother hunkered over him in an attempt to protect him from most of the boiling substance.

“What happened?!” Donnie shouted, hand wildly searching for his staff.

“I don’t know!? You kinda just passed out!” Raph’s face contorted in pain.

Finally grazing titanium, Donnie reestablished the umbrella. “Are you ok? Was anyone else hurt?”

“Heh.” Raph’s shoulders dropped, unable to cover his wounds. “Don’t worry about ole Raph. I got everyone out. I’m more worried about you and why the others haven’t unplugged the dang… whatever it is yet!”

“I…I’m fine.” Donnie twisted around to look at the rooftop where Rupert had been. “They’re gone.”

“Fights moved so we should too!” Raph straightened and shook himself off. Donnie reigned the size of the umbrella in and together the two brothers left the splash zone. Once free, purple pixels flittered down and shifted to form a safety barrier in a radius around the gushing oil. Raph gave Donnie an assuring nod before the two moved to scale the building. Unplugging the cord and watch the oil slowly taper off, the pair were about to dart off when a portal appeared beside him.

“We gotta unplug the-! Oh, it’s done!” Leo stepped through with Mikey following close behind.

“Where’s Meat Sweats?” Raph wondered, rubbing a blister on his bicep.

“We knocked him down into Hidden City jail. Maybe ruining a prison kitchen we’ll keep him busy for a bit.” Leo shook his head.

“Oh, to be a prisoner…” Mikey sang wistfully.

“No.” Leo said simply before bonking his younger brother with the hilt of his odachi.

“I swear, Michael, you are one step away from a life of crime at any moment.” Donnie mused with a wry smile.

“I think you’re mixing us up dear bro-there!” Mikey hummed and stuck his tongue out.

“You ok, big guy?” Leo took several slinking steps forward and around Raph.

“Just a little burn…” Raph responded with a rolling shoulder.

“I thought D had you covered?” Leo looked back at Donnie who was staring at the oil pooling on the concrete.

“That… Well…” Raph tried and failed.

“Something happened?” Mikey filled in.

“I passed out.” Donnie said flatly and felt all eyes land on him. “I had a vision, I think.”

“That’s…” Leo started and stopped to think. “What? Like a new power?”

“Casey’s never mentioned one like that before!” Mikey jumped excitedly at Donnie and snatched his arm to study it.

“No.” Donnie tugged his limb free and eyed Leo. “Not like that. I’m not sure. I feel fine now. I need to do some research…”

“But…!” Leo teased, leaning into Donnie face before moving downward to poke the plastron covering his stomach. “Lunch, right? Coulda just been a hunger induced fainting spell.”

“Ah!” Donnie telescoped his tech-bō to a handheld size. “I’m all for ruling out easy maladies. Yes, let us gather sustenance!”

“So, I was thinking Spanish?” Leo chided, looking beyond Donnie to Mikey.

“You heathen! You are not making that monstrosity at the table!” Mikey prickled.

“Let’s just hit a food hall…” Raph sighed, shaking his head.

-

Leaning back, Donnie looked down the blurry pen balanced on his snout. This act was far more Leo’s speed, but he had reached a point where channeling his other brothers’ energies was the next best thing. Beyond him, many tabs sat up on his enormous monitor. They culminated in countless hours of online research that had been proceeded by at least a dozen medical and mystic analyses. The tests yielded a slew of normal data while the internet had thin estimations at best. Giving a sigh, he wrinkled his nose and allowed the pen to fall. In a flash, he caught the writing utensil and lurched forward in the process. He brought the pen down to an errant piece of paper and made a scribble before discarding the object all together.

A frustrating query with no apparent result was the bane of his existence.

Swiveling around, he walked out of his chair within the rotation and prepared to hit the library again. Though he’d already spent an unknown amount of time there, none of the literature on visions seemed of much help. There were at least a dozen scenarios that seemingly applied, but something about all of them felt inherently wrong. The inexplicable emotions attached to the seemingly nonsensical sight had been another annoying factor. It had brought him on a detour to Draxum’s apartment the last time he was out and there he found little more than tepid curiosity from the yokai.

Fiddling with other abandoned projects, Donnie grimaced as he caught sight at a digital readout that noted the date. It had been almost five useless wheel spinning days since the food truck debacle. It hadn’t been a constant, he had the years of experience to know that nonstop research rarely amounted to much, but good night’s sleeps and meals hadn’t brought their usual fresh clarity. Flicking a lose wire, Donnie pulled a half constructed surveillance bot out from under scattered blueprints. He had unconscious timetables for things of this nature. They had a neat little file folder that sat in the back of his mind, labeled for future reference. Whatever he had seen in the park was simply something he didn’t have the current tools to crack. He didn’t consider it a loss, but instead a project to be explored at a later date. His ever expanding intellect acted as a means. He’d eventually create some new technology that would inevitably solve his dilemma.

Satisfied, Donnie reached across the table to grab a screwdriver. The instrument was almost underhand when a wash of green swaying grass appeared where a workbench had been. Recoiling on instinct, he took a few steps back and found himself in his lab just as he had been. Blinking rapidly in an attempt to check his eyesight, Donnie hunkered down. He became very keenly aware of the hum of the overhead lights and the multiple running processors. Not ready to brush the hallucination off, he turned and reached across the short expanses to his computer’s keyboard. A few swapped windows found he had only been awake nine hours with an average amount of sleep achieved prior to that. There was no cause to question his sanity, but still he frowned.

“Hello?”

There was always a chance it was a joke or even some villain’s ploy, but all of his trained senses said he was certainly alone. Giving a long moment for anyone to reveal themselves, Donnie gave himself a little shake to get his blood flowing before deciding to return to his bot once again. Turning back to the workbench, he stiffened as his lifted foot came down on a lush field. This time when he drew back, the greenery didn’t disappear. Spinning rapidly, he found the landscape stretched on endlessly in all directions. His blood pressure bottoming out, Donnie tossed his head up and squinted directly at the gently beaming sun overhead. It warmed his skin and he brought an arm up to chase the sensation. Everything about this felt real, but so did Hypno’s more ridiculous spells.

“You forgot the brainwashing part!” Donnie gripped, slowly rotating to find any sign of a culprit. Reaching onto his person, he cursed as he found that while his wraps were still in place, both his battleshell and tech-bō were left charging on ports that seemingly no longer existed. Feeling very exposed, he readied his stance and waited as only a shallow breeze caressed his cheek.

It took what felt like several long minutes before he dropped his shoulders with irritation. “So, just nothing? Seriously?”

Only the rustling of grasses responded.

Bored, Donnie took several strides forward before looking back to find any plants he crushed underfoot seemed unaffected. The scientist in him reared its head as he purposely stomped. Each step would press down on the greenery, but as soon as he lifted off, they sprang back up in time. It was like a video game with little finesse. Crouching down, he made an attempt to pull the plants from the ground. A faint ring of laughter echoed from the skies above. Donnie jolted to his feet from where he had just wrapped his hands around a fistful of grass. Scanning wildly, he spied the figure of a black haired man in the far distance toward where he had just come. Staring, he reminded himself that he had definitely looked there previously and found nothing. A tingling sensation tickled the back of his neck. Craning an arm to rub at the spot, Donnie slowly started to approach the man.

“Hey!” Calling out, the man didn’t react and instead was staring at the sky above. At a distance where he couldn’t make out any facial features, he watched as the man swayed as if he were locked in some intense conversation. Shouting again, Donnie felt the tickling spread down his arms. It sent a fear response through his spine so he picked up the pace. Eyes locked on the figure, he narrowed his gaze as he didn’t seem to be getting any closer. With each passing stride, his limbs felt both heavier and lighter. He dropped his center of gravity to make a jump, but found that pushing off barely sent him more than a foot off the ground.

Knowing he had far more power than that, Donnie scowled as when he was about to search his person for the cause, he noticed the man slowly lose his opacity. Flexing his fingers, he felt a longing pull to gaze at his hand. Refusing to look away, he could sense his brain sending signals to his legs to keep running, but it didn’t feel like the action was being carried out. The man still loomed on the horizon, now looking down at his limbs as Donnie had just felt the call to. It felt like déjà vu and so much more.

Pushing so hard, Donnie could feel the veins in his neck grow taunt, he felt a whiplash sensation as all the ground he never covered suddenly rushed around him. Eyes unable to focus at the intense speed, he soared until his limp form was brought right up to the man; only the faintest traces of him could be seen. Only able to see the man's back, Donnie watched as his own hand came into view as he reached out to the now phantom. The figure disappeared just as a green hand had made contact with it and overhead buzz of lab lighting rushed into his ears.

“You aren’t going to give up are you? You finally almost had your chance.”

Gasping, Donnie jolted upright and found he was laying on the floor. Resisting the urge to scream, he scrambled to his feet. “Analysis! Scan the lab for intruders and playback the last 15 minutes!” Donnie rounded on his monitor and watched himself walk up to his workbench. After a few moments, he ran through pulling out the surveillance bot and recoiling at nothing. Grimacing until his lip pulled away from his teeth, he felt a cold chill as he watched tangible proof that there hadn’t been anything there. Dread reared its head as he watched as past him decided to table the issue and return to work. The footage changed from his memory as he watched himself collapse to the floor of the lab instead. Leaning in close to study the image for signs of seizure, he instead found his past self’s expression twist as he presumably ran through the dream-like state.

As the footage caught up to the present, Donnie swapped screens for the scan. There was no one else present. Brow coming down, he restarted the recording and watched as inevitably his past self mouthed the questions to the lab. The silence of the footage caught him and he quickly turned the volume up on his computer where he had at some point muted it. Starting the footage over once more, he stared numbly as he listened to himself question the empty air. He heard the thump of a crumpled body smacking onto concrete and then, just as his past self awoke, he heard a garbled statement. His head nearly bobbed as he rolled the footage back just a few seconds to hear the sound again. It was useless crunchy audio so he brought up a program to isolate it. Passing it through filter after adjustment, he could just barely make out a question about giving up and a chance.

Chewing on his lower lip, Donnie collapsed in his chair and set the still barely understandable audio on loop. It’s distorted sound had an odd rhythm to it that brought his lids down. Donnie let it echo as he recalled the only close up image he had gotten of the man in the field. Trying to recall as much detail he could about the person, a flash of a beak biting down into mochi appeared.

“Koi.” The syllable hit Donnie’s ears and took several moments before he was able to acknowledge it was his own. As registration occurred, he shot forward. His fingers flew across his keyboard and the measured  hammering filled the air.

-

“Help me explain to the others that I need to find a single person in a city of almost 9 million people!”

From where Mikey was balanced on one toe atop a precarious several foot tall stack of knickknacks, the younger brother opened a single eye. “What?”

“Look-” Donnie shuffled in from the doorway of Mikey’s room, trailing continuous stationary with hundreds of lines of little black print on it. “I don’t know how to explain this. I guess it’s a mystic thing, so you would understand best! I need to find someone and I need to explain to the others because I need help.”

Shifting his weight, Mikey hopped off the stack and landed beside his brother only to have the pile crash to the ground as soon as he came up. “Dang…”

“I’ll help you rebuild it.” Donnie offered the sentiment along with a sheet of paper.

Mikey took it and read over the list of names. “Is this what you’ve been working on?”

“No. Yes. It’s not important.”

“Donnie…” Mikey warned, letting the page loosen in his hands.

“None of this mystic stuff ever makes sense!” Donnie reeled, trying to pull up the rest of the pages up and finally realizing he had been leaving a breadcrumb trail of them behind.

“I would say mysterious ways, but I don’t think that’s gonna be much help now.” Mikey rounded his older brother and started to collect the paper. “Maybe take a breath and try telling me what happened?”

Donnie groaned loudly before relenting. By the time Mikey had stacked all the paper back up neatly, Donnie had just mentioned the ominous carp phrase that had come off his lips. “-so I pulled surveillance from the area the day of Meat Sweats' attack and this is the culmination of identified persons who were waiting in line at the food trucks.”

“This many!?” Mikey ran a thumb through the pages.

“I was able to narrow it down to about 1000 people hence why I need-”

“The help.” Mikey winced.

“Interrupting, but correct.” Donnie sighed.

“Who do you think the mystery person is?”

“I have no idea, but they chose the wrong person to reach out to. Everyone should know apathy is my specialty.” Tilting his head to one side, Donnie put on his carefully curated aloof visage.

“Maybe it’s because they knew you’d have the tech to find them?” Mikey stared down at the first page with a furrowed brow.

“That’s as good a guess as any at this point.” Donnie shrugged and reached out.

Mikey catching wind of what was happening and handed over the top half of the stack. “Are they in danger? Cause this is uh… gonna take awhile?”

Shaking his head, Donnie looked down from the pages in hand to where they were still connected to the ones in Mikey’s.

Coming up to view the younger, Donnie watched as something occurred to Mikey and he set his portion on the floor. He then cascaded around his room in a sorting flurry with craft supplies flying around his wake. When he returned he had a slew of highlighters and plopped down cross-legged in front of his stack and started marking. “Let’s color coordinate by the boroughs!”

Donnie sat down as well and took an offered green highlighter from Mikey.

“That’ll be Manhattan.”

Nodding, the two flipped through the pages with only the soft scrap of pen to paper sounding in the room. After making substantial progress, Mikey blinked up to spy on his brother.

“Feeling a little calmer?”

“I knew what you were doing.” Donnie smirked and didn't look away from his work.

“You’re gonna have to pull the ‘trust me on this’ card.”

“Ugh, can’t you play into your skills? Say something like you found someone’s personal effect and you are in dire need of returning it!”

“Donnie.”

Donnie chewed the inside of his cheek and flipped over to a new line of names.

“You said there was a recording?”

Perking up only slightly, Donnie brought his cuff up and played the audio.

Mikey closed his eyes and leaned in close with a turned ear to the sound. Donnie replayed it several times before the younger brother’s eyes flew open. “Fate.”

“What?” Donnie soured, turning the sound bite off.

“’You finally almost had your chance!’”

Eyes blinking wide, Donnie slammed a finger to play the clip one more time. “You understood it?!”

“Only that last part.” Mikey hummed before taking a deep breath. “Oh man, why didn’t I think of it sooner?! You have fate stink all over you!”

“I most assuredly do not!” Donnie hissed, retrieving his highlight as a mock sword.

“A fated chance!”Mikey crooned, his excitement taking him to his feet. “You missed them before, but when?” Switching gears from romanticized cheer to curiosity, the younger brought an uncapped red highlighter dangerously close to his chin in thought.

“Only 20 years to sift through.” Donnie made a show of rolling his eyes and marking another name.

“Only…” Mikey mouthed before tapping the pen nib to his cheek. “Or more...”

“More, sure.” Not dismissing with a barb, but instead out of distraction, Donnie reached out and grabbed a discarded purple highlighter to continue working.

“A vision… A otherworldly voice… a destined meeting….” Taking counting steps, Mikey’s footfalls echoed loudly. “Uh duh!!!”

The sound brought Donnie’s head up and he watched his younger brother scrub his hands over his face.

“It’s gotta be your soulmate!!!”

Donnie dropped his jaw in disgust at both the sentence and the red lines that now smeared across Mikey’s face.

“Don’t give me that look! You were just trying to get me to act out some kinda romcom trope to trick our brothers!” Mikey turned and pointed the highlighter right at his brother.

Affronted, Donnie looked away nervously.

“Ha! Got you! Which movie was it?” Mikey chirped, dropping down to his knees in his original spot.  

Before Donnie could open his mouth, a different voice floated in.

“We watching a movie?” Leo leaned languidly in the door frame before busting out laughing. “You look like if I went through a wash cycle and you know I’m dry clean only!!”

“Who? Donnie?” Mikey pondered, rapidly looking between the pair.

Donnie rolled his eyes. “We are not watching a movie, Mikey is helping me with some important work-”

“We’re narrowing down the list for Donnie’s soulmate!” Mikey nearly sang.

Leo who had almost recovered from his first bout of laughter broke down again.

“Mikey!” Donnie seethed, squeezing his two highlighters with bareful force.

The sounds of the blue brother wheezing seemed to summon Raph, who looked over each part of the scene curiously.

“What? You wanted my help and honesty is the best policy!” Mikey folded his arms, streaking red across his left bicep in the process.

“The cap!” Donnie screeched, grabbing said red hunk of plastic and throwing it right into Mikey’s forehead. “And you-!” Spinning around, Donnie launched the blue highlighter at Leo’s hacking form.

“Guys, we ain’t 10 anymore. Don’t throw art supplies…” Raph sighed, sidestepping Leo who only laughed harder at the implement thrown at him. “What’s going on?”

“Do-” Leo gapsed for air.

“Wait, did I get marker on me?” Finally capping the pen, Mikey examined his right arm carefully.

“Don-” Leo crawled forward.

“The other one.” Raph offered before looking around.

Donnie took a deep breath. “Glossing over the fact that I specifically asked you to help me ‘convince them’ and not just ‘tell them outright,’ you think you could have, I don’t know, called a meeting or something!?”

“We always have each other’s backs!” Mikey protested, still examining the wrong arm. 

“Scoff doesn’t even begin to label my response to that!” Donnie reeled with annoyance.

Locating a box of tissues, Raph walked it over to Mikey. “Right arm and your whole face.”

“Oh!!!” Mikey crooned as if it were an epiphany. He then snatched a tissue and buried his nose into it.

“Donnie!” Leo finally managed both a word and to reach said brother.

“What?” Donnie responded flatly, hands ready to push him away at any moment.

“Did...” Leo sucked down another gulp of oxygen before laying himself out as if he were the picture of poise. “…you print out your online dating matches off some nerd website? Connect with local eggheads in your area?”

Raph moved first, but he wasn’t close enough as Donnie wrapped his hands around Leo’s throat. The three scuffled and Mikey stood up in an unhurried fashion. The youngest then took the orange highlighter and flicked the cap off with one hand. He smeared war paint on each of his cheeks and then tossed the marker aside. Planting his feet, he then flexed at his knees a few times and then breathed deeply.

“HOLD IT!!!”

The other three froze mid-fight with Donnie on Raph’s back clawing at Leo who was being held out by his arm pits at Raph’s front.

They watched as Mikey momentarily scrambled away, only to return wearing an orange helmet. “Sit!”

With a honed exchange of vicious glances, the other three brothers took to a line on the floor.

“As the resident mystic master, this is my domain. Now Donnie has been mystically chosen to find someone. I will not admit to jumping the gun because I do think it’s his soulmate, but I guess we don’t know that for sure.” Mikey shot Donnie a quick wink and then resumed his authoritative demonstration. “We are gonna help our dear brother out and-” He threw out a finger to the forgotten stack of pages. “-Narrow down this list because that’s what fate wants!”

Silence held for a moment before Raph looked to Donnie and then Leo flanking him on either side. Donnie pouted and sulked into himself while Leo looked on with growing confusion. Bringing his gaze back to Mikey, Raph raised his hand.

“Yes!” Mikey swooped his digit to point at the eldest.

“What the heck are we talking about?”

“Well, you see-” Donnie started, scotching forward at the chance to drop an explanation.

“Wait, I wanna tell it this time!” Mikey hopped forward a few eager steps.

“Wouldn’t it make more sense if I-” Donnie made out before Mikey came in close enough to press that same outstretched finger to his brother’s lips.

“It all started the day of the food truck meet up…!” Mikey threw out his other hand as if painting a picture.

-

“So…” Leo drew out the syllable in a manner that mimicked the last three days.

Perched in various trees, the brothers overlooked a gentleman sitting on a park bench. After an agonizing afternoon of back and forths over the purpose of the visions, Donnie was at his wit’s end. When he thought they finally understood at least that much, he’d let it slip how long he’d been studying the query which then triggered the annoyed protests of a week leaving them out of the loop. Disorganization followed before a plan was set. In a bit of cosmic cruelty, their first outing ended in them not able to locate a single person on their first list. The city that never sleeps earned its reputation as the four learned the hard way that an address does not always mean someone is home. The others had also annoyingly stopped him from activating a tracking network on all potential suspects. Invasion of privacy extended only to what was available in a phone book even though his argument that he’d already hacked surveillance cameras was more than sturdy enough. Still, he needed the help so he agreed. He just might go ahead and stumble upon more data if this night were to end in another failure.

“That’s him…” Mikey hummed checking his phone. “Number 23!”

Nerves oddly waning, Donnie gazed at the man through his goggles. A slew of tagging data appeared along with a telltale checkmark. “Correct.”

“That’s obvious, hermano. Didn’t you hear me before?” Leo huffed.

“We can always hear you, Leo.” Raph gave his brother a cheeky smile.

Leo played up his offense at the statement before smiling out of it. “I meant more what do we do now? Should he like glow or something when he comes in contact with D?”

Hearing the approximation of his name, Donnie flicked his head so his goggles snapped into their upright position. He frowned slightly and stared down at the man who seemed fatigued. The distance between them felt like miles of desert. “I’m not sure.”

“It’s ok to be worried…” Mikey dropped both his voice and body to Donnie’s branch. “It’s the first one.”

“Just think of him as some guy!” Leo added, kicking his legs. “The mystic connection thing will happen or not.”

“If it’s like our powers, it’s something we need to activate though.” Raph brought a corner of his mouth up in thought.

“Good point.” Leo closed his eyes in mock thought.

“Might as well talk to him in the meantime.” Mikey urged.

“We’re still mutant turtles. Am I going to just expose myself to 1000 people?” Donnie looked at Mikey’s out stretched hand with ever chasmed worry.  He wasn’t sure if he said that because it was a good point or because his brain was scrambling at the prospects of this grossly uncharted territory.

“Ehhh…” Leo hissed through clenched teeth.

“Well…” Raph started and stopped. “They already saw us.”

“Yeah?” Mikey rolled on the branch causing Donnie to clutch on for dear life.

“These are all people from the food truck thing, right? They saw us save them.” Raph pointed downward to Mikey.

“Yeah!” Mikey tittered, shaking the branch more.

Leaves sprinkled down and Donnie wished he wasn’t already on thin mental ice. “That doesn’t mean they’ll be friendly. The amount of people who have watched us save their actual lives and still mix up which mutant side we were on has been astonishing.”

Leo stood up on his branch and walked toward the base. The other brothers stopped to watch his movements. “Well… you know how this goes…”

Donnie felt his stomach bottom out. Fight or flight kicked in and he slammed a hand to the tree in a desperate attempt to get to his feet. He watched as Mikey, already well balanced, shot away and a flash of a blade cut the limb free from its wooden attachment. Donnie stifled a yelp as he careened down and just barely managed to land on his feet before the downed branch bumped him. His momentum toppled and he landed in a bush with a resounding thud. Groaning off the fall, Donnie popped up to yell at his brother only to hear a timid voice instead.

“Uh… Y-you ok?”

Staring at the man who looked back at him with a similar owlish expression, Donnie glanced in the trees to find all his brothers now missing. Bringing his gaze back to the stranger, Donnie gave a fake grin and forced an awkward foot forward out of the shrubbery. “Yes, I’m fine. I apologize for…” He cursed himself as he’d already mostly walked into the Leo-level joke. “…dropping in on you like this.”

The man’s wide eyes dropped slightly.

“You see I was just-”

“I’ve seen you!” The man animated, the surprise taking him out of his seat.

“Yes-”

“You saved me from getting burned!” The man shot forward and Donnie barely resisted the urge to step back. Before the mutant could register what was happening, his hand was taken and being shook at a furious level. “Thank you so much!”

“You’re… welcome…?” Donnie staggered, the whole exchange leaving him empty. He watched as the man’s hand retracted from his own and there was a ghostly cold left in its wake. There was no scientific basis for it, but every one of his senses was telling him that this wasn’t the right person. All the ever-present dread evaporated as his usual sureness flooded in.

“Is there anything I can do for you? Did something happen? Do you need me to ID the guy!? He was a pig!” The man seemed to get progressively more excited.

“Not at all.” Donnie raised a hand to stop him and the gesture seemed to work. “I am simply… conducting a survey. How would you rate my heroic experience? ‘Very satisfied, very, very satisfied, extremely satisfied?’”

The man thought on this very hard before looking up. “Just very. It was fine, but the aftermath sucked because I never got any food.”

Donnie grimaced. “And how is that my fault?”

The man rebuffed the indignity with one of his own. “I don’t know. You’re the hero! Sure, you saved me, but you could stick around for clean up more!”           

“That’s-” Donnie sneered. “We’re vigilantes! It’s illegal!”

“Nobody asked you to act outside the law.” The man shrugged, stepping back.

“You would literally be a battered if it weren’t for me!” Donnie seethed.

“I think I could have managed.” The man shrugged.

“Alright, alright!” Leo dropped down on the other side of the man. “We got his… response or whatever, time to go!”

The man gaped at Leo openly and then pointed. “You…”

“Yes, go on! More thank yous are in order?” Leo flicked his mask tails and waited for his praise.

“You’re the one that ran away with that other useless orange one!” The man gawked.

“Ran-!?” Leo seized up.

“Useless!?” Mikey’s voice echoed somewhere in the distance.

“Enough!” Raph dropped down behind Leo long enough to wrap an arm around him before shooting forward to snatch Donnie. “Thank you for your time, sir. Have an… ok day and maybe be less rude next time!” He parted the man with a final wave before soaring off back into the trees.

“Can you believe the nerve!?” Leo stewed as trunks flew around them.

“Let’s just-” Raph started as Mikey came into view and he dropped down beside him, depositing the other brothers. “He’s a jerk; people can be jerks!”

“Ungrateful!” Leo barked, storming in a small circle.

“Ingrate.” Donnie corrected, shaking his head free of the situation.

“Tell me he’s not your person?!” Leo looked to Donnie with pleading eyes before sweeping them to the left and talking out the side of his mouth. “Though he does match your personality.”

Donnie seized up for a moment before forcing the irritation out in one quick tensing of muscles. “No, he’s not my person.” Even with the exercise in restraint, the phrase still came out from beneath clenched teeth.

“Was there like a sign?” Mikey wondered, stepping forward to examine Donnie.

Donnie evaluated the youngest evenly for a moment before watching over the reel of the interaction again. He looked down at his hand and almost thought he saw an apparition of a translucent one over it. Turning the green appendage over, he seemed to remember his brother’s presence and looked up. “I think… I need to touch them?”

“That helps. So we got something to go off of!” Raph nodded, staring down at Donnie’s hand.

“You could probably get away with a little New York bump here and there instead of having to chat each person up.” Mikey bobbed with excitement.

“It’ll be a little touch and go for awhile, but at least we’ll be able to knock out the list!” Leo leaned forward with a bright smile.

The other brothers stood caught for a second before Donnie dispelled it. “Alright then, gentlemen! Shall we continue?” Tapping his cuff, he brought up a digital display of the list and the others crouched in close to see.

-

He had fulfilled his touch quota for a lifetime.

Donnie assumed he looked the definition of haggard, but couldn’t find the strength to glimpse himself in a mirror, front facing camera, or any of the like.

The past month had been an agonizing exercise in trials and tribulations. If he ever had so much of an inkling to take the most inane sample audience and test them against one of the most unknown variables of all time again, he now knew for a fact that he would take dip in a vat of slugs instead. Dragging a hand over his worn face, Donnie tried to force himself upright. The table he collapsed against wasn’t inviting in the slightest, but his plastron didn’t seem to care. Sighing, he relented and keeled over until his face pressed against the surface as well. There was a faint trace of stickiness that made his skin crawl, but even then he couldn’t bring himself to adjust. Instead he laid his arm cuff in front of his eyes and pressed the display on with his nose. It slowly ran a calculated cycle through the hundreds of red checkmarks that signified each and every failure. It was the digital count of exactly 1037 New Yorkers that were not this fabled person.

Groaning until the screen went to sleep, Donnie gave a slow blink. He could see the cycling of the different categories of people he had been forced to interact with. There was a good portion that fell under the header that Leo had frustratingly been able to make stick as the ‘touch and gos.’ They were the cleanest bunch data-wise by far in that he’d been able to tap them in passing and move on. Donnie had almost refined his technique to the point that he considered himself the candidate for a great life in pickpocketing were that something he’d want to cultivate. It had also helped, for once, that his brothers had made it into a game. They silently bet on whether or not a target would take notice as they were tapped in passing on the street. It was a nice little bolster to Donnie’s ego, not that he’d admit it.

From there, were the slew of typical New York talk-backs. They’d feel the touch and gripe loudly about it in a stereotypical confrontational manner. Donnie’s reactions depended on his mood. Either way he’d end up exercising a gross misuse of his skills whether it was to disappear without a trace or let off a little steam in a quick show of strength. His brother’s opinions on those interactions broke apart in a lazy divide.

After that came those who had to be creatively handled. They were a subset of persons that rarely allowed themselves open interaction on the street. It had been a fun utilization of Donnie’s costumed wardrobe that he rarely got to pedal out. In a play of sorts, he’d assumed the role of everything from bodega clerk to a businessman. There had been another split amongst the peanut gallery, but this time it was more for Donnie’s performance and less about the morality of his actions. The acting portion had been more of a distraction to the task at hand, but as time had worn on, it was almost necessary.

Though his brother’s would deny it until their last breath, Donnie saw that they were exhausted with the mystery. They vehemently stayed by his side out of a obligation he understood; if it was any of them that were cursed to find some person who was mystically calling out, he’d want to be right there whenever the exchange finally occurred. They had been through too much together to not worry about what could be any of a million outcomes.  Still, filtering through a thousand people while also still maintaining their protectors of New York status stole away almost all their free time. When they’d checked the final person off in the wee hours of this same morning and found it to be another failure, the drop in morale had been palpable. Donnie loved them unquestionably, but watching the mixture of reactions from Raph’s weary pity to Mikey’s near tears was something he wished he could have shooed them off from. It was Leo’s look especially that still haunted Donnie; that let down of what should have been something of a Holmesian fallacy, but there was just a shred in Leo’s eyes that doubted the whole thing. If Donnie were in his brother’s place, he knew he’d feel the same. This intangible haunting occurring was something he’d love to write off too. Unfortunately, in addition to the ghostly reminder, there was this  inexplicable ache in his chest that he had yet to solve.

In the end, Leo had called for a temporary parting to give Donnie his space. It had stung in its own way even if he had been about to ask for it. They all had heavy bags darkening their eyes and the weight of the supposedly loss was excruciating. All the time sunk with no apparent cost in sight. In another slow blink, he saw flickers of how he assumed they were. Mikey was presumably conked out after making breakfast for the others. Raph was either mediatating or in bed himself and Donnie just knew Leo was doing his own research. It had been something he’d caught an inkling of about halfway through the list. Leo seemed to know a little more about the target then the manifest noted. Donnie could almost laugh at the double standard. Leo was surely breaking some kind of law to get his information. Frowning, it was another similarity between the two had the shoe been on the other foot.

Bringing his lids up, the futility of the whole thing hung around Donnie’s neck like a noose. He wondered if he tried to file the problem away again if that mysterious entity would fling him back to that strange field. He’d idly tried to place it one sleepless morning, but they were indistinct grasses native to so many Asian regions that it left him with an exhaustive search area. It didn’t quite feel ethereal either and he didn’t want to begin to count the options if mystic realms were involved. Donnie debated the lesser of two evils between ignoring the headings of a mystic entity or asking Leo for help when between blinks a to-go coffee cup appeared between his face and his arm. The generic cup’s pale appearance was just jarring enough that it brought his head up.

“Sorry, um…!”

Giving the cup one last linger glance, he dragged his eye line up to the source of the voice.

You jolted as eye contact was established. “…How do I say this?”

He arched a brow.

“You looked like you needed a pick me up!” Your body bobbed as you brought your fists up in weak assurance.

You weren’t wrong. Donnie looked back down to the drink. He had almost forgotten he had wandered into a coffee shop in his defeated stupor earlier. It was surprising no one had thrown him out sooner. He had basically been darkening this corner spot for what felt like hours without purchasing anything.

“It’s just drip, but if you don’t like that I can get you something else.”

What an attentive stranger. Swinging his gaze back up, he evaluated you closely. You didn’t seem to work here, so you weren’t taking pity on him in that sense. Instead you looked a sort of put together version of someone who rolled out of bed. It was early, there were any number of possibilities for your attendance. “What roast?”

That probably wasn’t the kindest thing to say to someone who just bought you a drink.

“House…?” You straightened your back and tried to hide the way you looked out of the corner of your eye to catch a glimpse of the menu board.

Donnie chuckled. “That should be fine. Thank you.”

Turning and confirming to himself that the interaction was saved, Donnie palmed the coffee. Through the sleeve, the warmth tickled at his palm. He almost smiled as he brought it to his lips and took a sip. It was just a touch burnt, but it went down smooth enough that his shoulders relaxed. Staring out the window at those passing by, he noted that his emotional bar had ticked a little bit closer to neutral. That was as much as he could ask for with the looming preparations for a whole new set of search criteria. Who was he if he gave up against insurmountable odds? That was just every other day for him. Eyes drifting shut, he thought on how much a few sips of caffeine had affected him and how food would surely compound the effect.  

“Of course, you’re busy… or tired…”

You were still here; that was odd. Against his lids protest, Donnie opened his eyes again. Though blurry, he instantly made out a hand reaching towards his cup. His nerves tried to seize up, but it was too late. He really was off his game.

“I just wanted to thank you. Have a good day.”

He watched as your hand finally made it through the motions and gave the back of his the slightest brush with your fingertips.

Donnie wasn’t even sure he blinked when he felt the oddly familiar rush.

“Something this good should be savored!” Doremi threw up their chin, moonlight gleaming ethereal as their hair flittered around the motion.

“So it was good?” Shion looked down at his threaded hands to keep from staring any longer. He smiled to himself as the image had indeed burned itself into his mind.

“Of course, I mean, you got it for me!”

Coming out of the vision, Donnie spun out of his stool so fast his knees harshly slammed into the underside of the table. The sound was loud enough that several people looked on curiously as he watched you push open the café door. “Wait!!!”

You slowed, one foot still lifted.

Against stinging limbs, Donnie freed himself from his seat and staggered over. “It’s you!”

“Yeah?” You wondered, your brows traveling as far north as possible.

“You! I found you! Well you found me, but-” The feeling was overwhelming; he felt a thousand fireworks go off in his chest and it translated down his appendages. The radiating excitement converted into kinetic energy and before he could register what he was doing he scooped you up. You squealed at the motion and he sort of registered something falling to the floor as he spun you around.

“Stop! What!?” He could feel your protesting and finally the action caught up with his mind.

“Oh.” He set you down and surveyed the damage. It was your coffee that had been knocked to the ground and it’s leaking contents soaked through the pastry bag lying in its wake. Coming up with a sheepish bob of his shoulders, he noted the confused fear scrunched up in your features and body language.

That was certainly the right reaction to what just happened.

“I know how this looks…” He began.

“You-” You choked on the sound as an employee headed towards you.

Donnie watched you catch sight of them and then the unmistakable glance you then made to the door.

You weren’t on the list.

You were about to leave.

“Please.” He resisted the urge to step further into your space and trigger any more discomfort. “I know that was erratic and uncalled for, but there’s…” He trailed off realizing that he had no way of trying to explain to what was presumably a regular New Yorker something he barely understood himself. He shook the thought off and pleaded with his gaze. “I can’t explain it, but if you wouldn’t mind sparing some of your time. I’ll buy you another coffee and whatever else it is that I accidentally ruined… Just… If you could?”

Still curled in a defensive position you scanned his gaze for a long moment then took in his body language.

The employee appeared with a miniature mop cart. “Hey, you two alright?”  

Donnie swallowed hard in an attempt to keep himself from taking control of the situation. He’d already crossed a line and, though it pained him to no end, he needed you to decide.

Your brows came together as you debated and you knealt down to pick up the cup. “Sorry about this.”

Donnie could feel his chest tightening as the employee clearly took note that their question was dodged.

“It’s alright. We have spills all the time.” The employee ducked down near you and though they dropped their voice, his ears still picked up what was said next. “Are you ok? I can stall him if you need to leave.”

The part of indignity it served him was harshly undercut but how much he deserved that. Stepping back to give the two more breadth, Donnie glanced at his forgotten coffee.

“I’m… alright actually. Thanks for your help.”

That vibrating excitement returned, but this time Donnie shoved it all the way down to his feet. He kept his chin stiffly set in its turn so as not to alert you that he was listening in. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you rise up and give him a look that said you knew regardless.

“If you need anything else, I’ll be at the counter when I finish up here. How about  a replacement?”  The employee discarded the trash and moved to prepare the mop with a placed sign.

“That’s alright. He’s got it.” You tipped your head, pointedly staring at Donnie.

“Yes.” He hoped the excitement in his voice was kept to a decent level. “Order whatever you want.”

You moved back to the counter and he followed behind making sure to maintain a safety bubble of distance. You ordered and with a sly look added on a breakfast sandwich that could not have fit in the bag he saw. He could appreciate that you took advantage of the situation.

“You should get something to eat too.” You noted, giving him a flicking once over.

“Can we saw low blood sugar is to blame?” He bobbed his head at you before turning to the cashier. “I’ll have one of the same.”

“Not a chance.” You hummed and watched as he paid. You both traveled back to where he had been sitting at the window and slipped onto the stools facing one another.

Palming his lukewarm coffee, Donnie chose to drink the liquid with only a minor sneer.

“So… Did you mistake me for someone else or…?” You craned an elbow to the table and rested your cheek against your hand in lazy wait.

He forced the kickback burn of his drink down and chased it with a gulp of oxygen. “Something like that?”  He followed it up with a wincing smile.

You seemed less than enthused.

“I want to explain, trust me, but it is…” He looked between the cup and you before setting it down. “You can trust me when I say it’s a complicated ordeal.”

You softened up a bit. “I guess that comes with the mutant hero territory?”

“Very much so.” He nodded approvingly.

You gave your own nod and the silence laid over the moment like a blanket.

With part of his mind still trying to find a suitable explanation for the mystic events, Donnie set a little processing power to some of the other unknowns from this chance meeting. “You said you wanted to thank me?”

“Oh… Yeah…” You tightened up in your stool and your arm fell from your face. “I was… uh…”

“At the food truck event?” He offered, using a sip from the cup as a means to hide his curiosity.

You snapped to attention. “Do you remember me from there?”

“Sadly, no.”

“But you-?”

“Order up!”

You both moved to get it, but you raised your hand. “Let me.”

Donnie nodded and watched as you slipped off your stool. You grappled slightly with the multitude of bags and to-go cup, but managed the handful and brought it back over. As if laying out a bounty, he smiled as you lined everything up and then slid his wrapped sandwich over like it was a payment for some misdeed.

“There were a lot of people there that day.” Donnie remarked as he picked at a sticker sealing the wrapping.

“It was crazy.” You huffed, taking a swig from your cup. “All that oil!”

“Which truck were you trying to order from?” Finally freeing his sandwich, he surveyed it before taking a handful. How you had fallen through the cracks of his pristine list making reared its head as an assaulting high priority.

“None of them!” You chuckled, mimicking his move with your food.

He froze, mouth still open from the bite he was about to take. “Then how?”

“How…?” You lead, watching him out of the corner of your eye as you kept your attention on your sandwich.

His lips made a thin line. “How were you there? Where were you?”

“Where was the event held?”

Your sudden airy attitude irked him. “In a plaza by the park.”

You nodded and took your first bite.

He watched you chew and then lolled his head back as he realized. “You were in the park.”

“Bingo.” You pointed at him with one finger that popped up from the bread.

“Where Meat Sweats was tossed into.” Donnie grumbled, vexation growing. “The park! Why didn’t I add that to my calculations!? It’s so obvious!”

He could feel amusement pouring off of you as you continued your meal.

Remembering his own, Donnie took a bitter bite of his sandwich. He paused as the flavors hit his tongue and with each subsequent chew his anger slowly dissipated. His earlier food assessment had been correct at least. He needed a little win.

“Calculations, ‘I found you,’ ‘sadly, no.’” You listed off before taking a sip of coffee.

Donnie stiffened as he realized where you were going.

“Think of a way to explain it yet?” You turned to him finally. “Why you were looking for me?”

He absolutely did not.

“You won’t believe me.” He left the last half of his sandwich and turned to you in show of opening up. “I still don’t quite understand.”

“You know…” You trailed off and gave a lingering glance to the window. “I have the day off. I think I have time for a crazy story.” You turned back to him with a bright smile.

For a moment, Donnie swore he saw gigantic golden eyes. It immediately disappeared, but spurned him to sink down in his stool. “If you insist…”

He went on to explain the past month leaving out very little detail as the story went on because the treading emotions crested as he recounted them. He had heard tale of how easy it could be to share a secret with a strange and while that rung true to a point, part of him intrinsically felt like he knew you. He also couldn’t shake the unmistakable flicker of joy in watching you. It stemmed from some deep recess of his psyche in a way that almost felt foreign. An never-ending line of people came and went with their orders. At some point you broke out a muffin and nibbled on it. Cups were drained and new ones were ordered by the time he caught up to the present.

Setting down your second cup, you had a haggard look on your eye. “That…”

“Yeah.” Donnie commiserated, sipping a fresh coffee.

“It’s a lot…” You swallowed hard.

“Yeah.” Setting his cup down, his eye chased it.

He wouldn’t blame you if you left now. At least he had gotten his chance.

In his periphery he watched you shake your head before bringing an arm up. It raked through your hair and stayed atop your head as you weighed the hefty connotations. The stretch pulled at your t-shirt and he caught a glimpse of a bit of color.

That little flicker exploded into a full blown flame.

“What’s that?” He pointed, glad he’d had freed his hands up.

“What’s what?” You murmured beside your arm. You followed his eye line and strained to see from your awkward angle. “Oh!” Finally bringing the limb down, you turned it towards him and rolled up your sleeve. “It’s my tattoo!”

His tongue went dry.

Skirting along your shoulder, a orange and white koi fish swam freely from somewhere behind your back and down your arm. Little droplets of water punctuated it’s lazy trek and shimmering scales reflecting in fine needlework.

A single chuckle escaped his lips.

“For as long as I can remember, I’ve always liked koi. I don’t know what it is, you know?”

Another single chortle.

“Woah! You ok?”

A few more dribbled bits of laughter came off his lips before the wetness chased them. Bringing a hand up, he touched the tears and could feel they weren’t his. As that recessed emotions gained form, he could feel someone else. They were both him and not at the same time. Their joy was so overwhelming. The crashing sensation brought forth more laughter to him. He wrapped his hands around his plastron to keep himself together. It wasn’t that he thought he was splitting, but it felt like there was too much inside for one body to contain. Outright sobbing and uncontrollably cackling, Donnie felt his consciousness pulled deep inside. In a dark space, his body seemed to free float and he watched that translucent man from the field appeared with a smile and tears on his own face. It was the first time Donnie had seen him so clearly, but at the same time he felt as though he'd always known. He gave Donnie a single nod before reality crashed back around him.

Donnie looked up through bleary eyes to find you had one hand on his shoulder and the other at his cheek.

He leaned your palm and tapered off the giggles until they formed a bright smile.

Mikey was right.

He’d have to tell him that later.

He’d have to tell them all about their fates later.

“I’m fine.”

“Yeah…?” You seemed pale and confused.

In this reality that made sense.

You couldn’t know.

At least, that wasn’t part of the deal.

Right?

“Can I ask you something that’s going to sound ridiculous?”

“I… guess?” Your voice peaked with frazzled worry.

“Have you ever wanted to eat koi?”

Your first reaction was to shake your head into a rollback of confusion.

Then there was a spark.

A blink and he would have missed it moment where something seemed to click; a hue of gold appeared to spin in your iris before disappeared. A single tear ran down your cheek and he watched as an odd calm seemed to wash over you. The hand on his shoulder left him before you brought it to touch the droplet in a similar manner as he had just done. Looking at it curiously, there was none of the similarly overwhelming follow-up that he had endured, but he didn’t want that for you.

“N-no.” You choked out, your voice thick. “I don’t think I have…”

He nodded and reached up to gently remove your hand from his cheek. He held it in his palm and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“What just happened?” You sounded breathless.

“Something a long time coming.”

It was slow, but through your conjoined hands, he felt you shake. He looked up in time to watch stifled laughter bubble up in you. He watched fondly as you shook what was certainly the exhausting length of emotions off before looking at him with lingering snickers. “What luck!”

If you liked this, there will be a whole list of behind the scenes notes posted on the membership tier of my ko-fi!

[evita-shelby]

12 Days of Smuff: Day 10

Day 10: Bed sharing + accidental stimulation.

Robert Fischer (Inception) x Eva Smith

Cw: dry humping, mentions of a blighted ovum/miscarriage, angst, some smut

It had been a bad idea.

In a moment of vulnerability, Eva had asked him to stay with her and he had.

Robert had offered to stay in the guest room or sleep on the floor, but Eva had shaken her head and asked him to sleep with her.

There was too much history between them for this to work. He couldn’t forget her no matter how much he tried and she couldn’t move on because their last night together resulted in the worst case scenario.

Had anyone told him he’d be here holding her because they’d have to see a doctor for an embryo that didn’t form, Robert would’ve siced security on them.

But here he was holding his ex girlfriend who used him to keep her company above the water because tomorrow they’ll pretend nothing ever happened and go their separate ways.

“I was wondering where my pajamas went.” The Fischer Morrow heir comments as tried his best to remember they were over and the sex they had last week was merely a fluke.

“I had intended to give them back, but then I remembered you still have some of my panties and I thought they were worth about the same, in sentimental value at least.” The dark haired woman moved slightly as she got comfortable and he pretends he’s fine when her ass brushed against his dick.

“Sorry.” She said before moving away to prevent it from happening again, but it would once Eva fell asleep.

“Don’t apologize, remember when I was high on painkillers after my surgery?” Rob would be lying if he didn’t miss all those times they’d cuddle and end up fucking because the accidental stimulation was enough to drive him fucking insane.

So many times where she’d rub against him ---on purpose as well as in her sleep--- and he’d be waking up rock hard and wanting nothing more than to fuck her good morning.

But they can’t do that, because after tomorrow it is over for good.

Or so they’ve been telling themselves this past week.

“Oh, how could I? You were like a very horny puppy most of the week.” She answered bemused. She’d been on edge all evening, terrified about tomorrow even if the procedure was rather simple and the doctor the best in California.

It was good for her to regain her usual good humor. Even it drudge up memories that had the both of them wanting to regain what they lost.

He wanted to, but he had agreed to her terms because he didn’t want to push. She’d used him and she didn’t feel worthy of him, and Robert has disappointed his father enough to know he’s a fucking dumbass when comes to love.

“Six weeks without sex was a nightmare for you too, Evie.” Robert pointed out and fought the urge to thrust his hips seeking out her ass to rut against it like a horny teenager.

“I missed you.” Evie admits and does something worse than grinding against him, she seeks out his hand and holds it like she used to do when she was troubled.

“I missed you too.” Robert admits as he interlaced his fingers with hers and held her tightly.

“I know I said I didn’t want us to give us another try ,but ---” she stops herself fighting with the proud part of her that thinks she knows what’s best for the both of them.

“A do over would be nice. Once you’re recovered, if you need time to come around to it.” He doesn’t let her change her mind and once again considered not going to Sydney this week.

He didn’t need to think about it, he’s had plenty of time this week. Robert had wanted his pound of flesh that day at her office, but then he ended up looking forward to seeing her each evening. Even as ‘friends’ he couldn’t imagine a better person to share his life with.

“No dream sharing this time.” Eva sets a new boundary, one he doesn’t pretend to agree with…for now.

“Agreed.”

This time he is the one rubbing his growing erection against her ass and this time they don’t stop doing it. Between her presence and knowing there’s still hope for them, Robert can’t seem to get himself under control.

Never been good at self-control, anyways.

“Doctor didn’t say anything about not having sex before the procedure, you know.” She supplies as a sigh escapes her lips.

“We don’t have to do it, Evie.” He protests half embarrassed at their predicament. The other half of him is letting his ex girlfriend ---or just girlfriend since its inevitable that they’ll be getting back together by morning--- take his hand under her shirt and very obediently playing with her tits.

That time last week in the dining room had been a frantic fuck, of thinking that just one last time would be enough. Right now it was knowing that desire won’t go away and why the should they deny themselves something they desperately needed.

“What I wanted you to fuck me, Robert?” such a crude question she said as he slid his free hand past the waistband of her sleeping shorts. “What if I told you the mere knowledge of feeling you like this has me thinking about all those times we fucked until I couldn’t remember my own name?"

And she wasn’t lying, her pussy was wet and hot as his fingers toyed with it.

“Then I’d say your wish is my command.” His father was right in being disappointed with him, Robert could never live without Eva and this week had only proven it.

Robert’s hand leaves her chest and with ease he freed his aching cock from its confines as he entered her from behind with a groan.

No woman had been able to satisfy him like she did, and now he knows no one ever will.

He rocks against her, takes his time seeking ti make the night last as long as possible. Knowing Eva she may change her mind by the time the sun rose.

But for tonight, he is hers, she is his and nothing exists beyond the moment.

“Did you try to forget me like I did?” he asks thinking how she’d pretended not to care that his latest conquest had kept calling last week.

“No, didn’t want to.” She shook her head as he reminded her no other person could ever make feel like this.

They were made for each other, if such a thing existed. As if they had always been lifetimes ago.

He didn’t believe in soulmates, but she did.

“Then why fight it, why push me away, Evie?” he asks and clenched beautifully around his cock and Robert thanked his lucky stars there was no need for caution tonight.

“I don’t want to hurt you again.” The brunette answered as she lost herself to the pleasure.

As much as he wanted to make it last, it isn’t long before he takes her over the edge with him.

He doesn’t let go of her, not yet. “You won’t hurt me, I’m not as fragile as you think, sweetheart.”

[chronicallysweet]

aika + amma — lovefool

summ. aika is being a jelly belly :(

per. third person / narrator

pt. short oneshot

caution : jelly belly , amma likes aika’s boobs , implications of stalking , mentions of violence

aika wasn’t a very jealous person, or even protective at that. that was always amma’s job as she’d put it. something she didn’t have to worry about. nana never did anything that made her jealous per se.

maybe they’d upset her sometimes with harmless teasing , but that was something that was forgivable.

it wasn’t until very , very recently that aika learned of the culture that amma’s nation held. it was also very recently that aika found out that she could even feel this jealous.

it’s not like she didn’t expect people to not want amma , it just came with being that good looking .. and being of higher status .

but with all of that in mind , aika still sat upon their shared bed with her arms crossed and lips curled up in a pout. she was mad and amma was going to know one way or another.

as they entered the room, aika tensed up slightly, taking a deep inhale before putting back on the angry wife facade. and amma most certainly knew , but they wanted to play with this situation for just a little longer.

“ my goddess? ” amma said in a sing-songy voice , approaching aika and lazily wrapping an arm around her waist , fingers snaking up and into the loose lace top she had on , kneading and rubbing at her breast as they rested their head on their beloved bride’s shoulder , patiently waiting for the act aika had going on to break.

and yet she stayed persistent.

they used a free hand to push aside a tawny cyan strand of hair out of aika’s face to get a better look at her , taking a good look of the pout on her face and her icy blue eyes that had a slight glaze to them from the tears that were welling up.

her cheeks were puffed out slightly as she only turned away more , although they deflated completely once ammatudori grabbed her cheeks with their other hand to cause her to look directly at them. “ tell me what’s wrong , ai. ” they said , concern laced within their voice.

aika’s brows furrowed downwards as she stuck her bottom lip out , biting down on it to prevent herself from crying. “ you like them more than you like me , don’t you? ” she mumbled accusingly , although her voice was wobbly and what she said would’ve been unintelligible if amma hadn’t known her so well.

“ what was that , my love? ” they said with all the patience in the world , tilting their head in curiosity and wiping a tear off of aika’s cheek. “ i — i said you like those girls more .. more than me. ” she said , still pouting at ammatudori as if they were going to confirm something as outlandish as that. but alas , they only pulled her onto their lap.

she protested , but they only hushed her. “ my dear , such a baseless accusation .. ” they cooed , pulling her head into their chest and rocking her slightly as if she were a little princess

(she was to them actually , and she knew that.)

“ do you know how many i’ve put to death for you , my love? ” amma whispered , continuing to wipe aika’s tears away and rock her slowly as she buried her head in their chest. “ i got rid of that little pest — the one with the purple hair .. dahlia , i believe.. but usually i don’t care to remember the names of those i don’t care about. ”

aika buried her head further.

“ oh , dear .. ” amma said , rubbing aika’s head and petting her slowly. “ i could see she was bothering you , i do my research.. ” they whispered into her ear , although their research was just stalking and they know that full and well. no wonder dahlia hadn’t been showing up anymore once heat came around ..

aika looked up at them.

“ are you sure? ”

“ as sure as i’ll ever be, ai. ”

“ you love me? ”

“ always and forever. ”

fin

i don’t like this , it’s old :/

[firewolf-pyro]

Episode three: map of a star Ship’s voyage

The glow of a shiny device on the center of a desk was the only source of light lighting up the office. The surface of the orb was absolutely crawling with deep glowing grooves, swirls and writing that could have come from ancient intelligent life. The light pulses every few moments mimicking that of a human’s breath. All in all the orb was near hypnotizing to watch.

“So this is the thing those poor unfortunate souls caught a glance of.” Jones sighed as he nudged the dark sunglasses that had begun to droop down his nose back up to fit on his pudgy face.

“I… I can’t take my eyes away from it-“ Kendra nearly whispered. She was not wearing anything to prevent the rays of soft blue from hitting her irises. Her tone was dreamy even as she leaned closer- reached out to touch the object.

“It’s just- gorgeous…” Henry agreed before shaking himself and grabbing Kendra by the shoulders to stop her from touching the orb with her bare hands.

“You all should be wearing your anomaly sunglasses for this.” Olesia insisted, coming around the side of the desk and pushing some dark sunglasses into both Kendra’s and Henry’s hands.

“Why should I want to look away-“ Kendra lulled as her stare became more intense. Her and Henry both whispered intensely-

“It’s trying to take us somewhere.”

Jones grabbed the sphere off of the desk and shoved it away into a bag. With a harrumph he pressed the sacked orb away into one of his many pockets.

“Okay! That’s enough for the two of you.” Jones scoffed before turning away from the crew. The two who had been entrances blinked and began rubbing at their eyes to wipe away the last of the sleep.

“What did you two see?” Olesia pressed once the pair had finally regained some of their senses.

“It wasn’t really… anything visual.” Henry began as he found his way back into a chair. His skin had spiked considerably as he began recollecting what he had just felt.

“It was more of like- a feeling. A pull almost. Like it wanted us to follow it.” Kendra continued for Henry. She was resting her head in her hands as she blinked down at the disc where the device had been laying only moments before.

“So it’s some sort of whisp technology? Get’s you to follow it and poof- you’re no longer part of this earthly world.” Jones snorted in amusement. He was in his office now messing around with one of the many lockers there on the wall. Without much thought he had placed it into one of the boxes and locked it away.

“I don’t want any of you touching this thing without your sunglasses. Just study it with caution.” Jones said as he patted the now locked locker. He turned to look at the three others who were now sitting idly at their own desks. He could see the stress, the wonder on each of their faces.

Olesia sat staring at her desk. She was busy drawing up theoretical blueprints that could explain what was going on inside of a device like that. Kendra had provided her with the exterior drawings- so now she knew the spacial limits she needed to work with. Or so she had thought. The drawings, though, were not enough for her. Olesia stood and walked past the rest of the crew, walked right past a sleeping Jones. It didn’t take her long to pick the orb up and out of the locked box. She had only had the device in her hands for a few seconds when the thing pulsed a brilliant white light loud enough that the room around her sounded with a CRACK.

Olesia stared wide eyed at a blue holographic world that she had been thrown into. It was all fast paced around her, stars zoomed across the sky as if a ship were moving near light speed through space. Briefly time slowed down for her. It had slowed enough for her to see a fleet of Dalek ships swarming to her side before the whole scene suddenly shifted directions. Kendra the ship suddenly turned away from the incoming fleet back in the direction she had come from. Then it all slowed again- her focus shifting to a space rock that was hurtling closer and closer towards her. Time seemed to freeze on that moment in a sort of glitchy way. Moments before she nose dived into the rocky surface of the massive stone.

Olesia threw the orb hard back into the locker she had only just picked it up from. Her body shook violently as she looked around herself. Jones was still asleep at his desk. No one else seemed to notice that she had even unlocked the locker in front of her.

“Are you alright?” Kendra asked once the sound of the orb being tossed back into the locker registered in her mind. She was peering over the privacy screen of her desk into the office. Olesia took a shaky breath in and turned to look at her coworker. Despite her terrified expression she shook her head confirming that she was okay.

“Yup!” Olesia squeaked as she wandered back to her desk. Henry could tell she was lying, the man standing up from his desk to join her at her desk.

“What did you see?” Henry asked in a low tone. He was leaning over her as she was trying to catch her shaky breath.

“It, I think it showed me how it got here. Well, at least a part of how it got here.” Olesia stammered as she pushed Henry away from herself.

“I pushed something - that there. The symbol there,” Olesia spun around in her seat to point at a spinning circle that Kendra had added to her drawings. Henry leaned over her shoulder to look at what she was pointing at.

“This one here?” Henry asked and ran off with the paper after having snatched it from her desk. Kendra gasped and tried to stand up to follow him but ended up sitting right back down. Henry skidded to a halt at the locker which was still open. The device sat at the back of the locker, glowing ominously.

Without a second thought Henry grabbed the orb up and pressed his finger right into the swirling symbol. The brilliant white flash transported Henry’s mind through what felt like time. He felt as if he had been crushed under rubble for decades, billions of years even- only slowly rising up away from the center of the earth as the days passed by. He felt as if he hadn’t seen the stars for so long- the relief he had felt when a sudden earth quake ripped away the last layer of earth above him was immeasurable.

It wasn’t the stars he saw however. The faces of some strange looking aliens took over his vision. Their faces were covered in scales yet their clothes looked more than modern. They were like the lizard people he saw in movies. He was scooped up from the earth, clumsy claws dropped him down onto the side of a ruined concrete roadway.

“Owe-“ Henry yelped as he tumbled down a short distance of the path. Without a warning he was back standing in the office room.

“Is it some sort of telepathy?” Kendra asked from the door of the office. She had regained herself but now Henry was shaken to his core. He set the orb back into the lock box before sinking down onto the ground in front of her.

“Maybe it’s some sort of nano-bot? I’m not sure my mind feels foggy all of a sudden.” Olesia whispered as she pushed past Kendra to get into the room. She too picked the orb up from the box and began turning it over and over again in her hands. She pressed the button too and went rigid as her mind was torn from her.

“What did you see?” Kendra asked as she walked around her friend’s side. Olesia was standing stall still staring straight at the wall in front of her. No one was home it seemed.

“What happened?” She asked only moments later as she wobbled in place. The orb dropped out of her hands onto the floor in front of her.

“It was as if it was playing in fast forward- but skipping years, decades even. I watched it - watched myself get passed from hand to hand - the technology being replicated and studied until -“ Kendra whispered to Olesia as she pressed herself into her arms.

“I think there is something a lot more dangerous in that pond than just this orb.” Kendra sobbed, burying her face into Olesia’s shoulder. She closed her eyes tight, the image of a Dalek’s dome lights flashing a brilliant blue against the dark black halls as it screamed a hate filled war cry the only thing her mind could fully retain.

[dr4cking]

a Quickie, please?

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | kinda fluff |

a/n : i mean a quickie with draco could never gone wrong😼

"there you go! all done and ready to get those clients! you look so fricking good, babe" y/n said as she finishing one last step at her boyfriend's look.

he must look decent today even though he's already a good looking guy, but today was special. he has a meeting where he has to get his big clients to deal with his company.

"thank you, love, but only it's because of all of the work by your pretty hands" draco takes her hand on his and kissed it gently making y/n laughed at his little action.

"mhmm.. i wonder what these hands could do with another thing tho" draco winked at her seductively and leaned into her ear, whispering the words like it was an innocent thing to say, sending chills to her spine.

he brought her hand closer to his face, putting 2 of her fingers into his mouth sucking hardly causing her to moaned lowly.

"draco, get your shit together, you are all set i don't wanna redoing you" y/n pushes him away by his shoulder shaking her head in disagreement at his sudden mood.

"yeah but you look too hot to resist now, cant blame me." he pulls her waist closer to his, burying his face on her hair smelling her scent, and he let out a soft moan into her ear, teasing her.

his erection growing more painful as he thinks about the sinful things of what he could do to his girlfriend now.

"draco you-"

"dont act like you dont want it, love" draco starts to pressing wet kisses onto her jaw and neck, grinding his boner on her clothed cunt making her legs shuddered at the sensation.

"no draco, you will be late. it's important, you will not lose your client because you are too horny at this time" both of them chuckles at her words but draco still not letting her go.

"oh cmon baby, let's have a quickie. you know i need the ‘motivation’.. dont worry i will not messing my looks, i dont even have to take off my clothes, please i need to be inside you now"

y/n moaned at his last sentences and the feeling of his fingers now rubbing her sex, she gives him a little nod and pulls him closer to her by his tie.

"you better make this quick draco or you will get nothing at all" y/n grabbed his face and colliding their lips together, both groaning at the feeling.

"damn, yes ma'am" draco wasted no time and pick her up by her waist and throw her to the bed with him landing on top of her, he quickly takes off her shorts and underwear.

"hmm you already soaking wet, love, i’m pretty sure you said no earlier" he thrusts two digits into her pumping them a few times stretching her out a bit, y/n arched her back and bite down on her bottom lip to prevent any noises coming out of her mouth, but it was no use.

draco knelt in between her legs, he pulled down only his zipper on his trousers and pulling out his throbbing cock that already hard as a rock.

he lining up his cock on his girlfriend's entrance collecting her juices, he rubbed his red swollen tip on her clit making y/n squirmed.

"hurry draco!" she gets impatient as she takes a look at the clock hanging on the wall.

draco pumped his cock twice before starting to push in all the way inside her, he put his hand on her throat, gripping it and give it a light squeeze, choking her.

both of them were screaming each other’s name at the feeling of finally being connected in one. he starts to rock in and out of her, thrusting hard and deep.

"oh fuck baby, you're so goddamn tight.. wrapping my cock so fucking tight inside you"

draco placed one of her legs on his shoulder and began thrusting harder and rougher, the new angle somehow making him go deeper inside her, y/n is already a moaning mess under his thrusts.

"yes- oh my god dray.. you're fucking me so good, shit-" she cant even speak properly as her body keep bouncing up and down under him, draco leaned down to her and captures her lips on his, his hand still on her throat.

"holyfuck- princess, you feel so good, keep clenching around me like that and i wont last longer" draco let out a moan every time her walls keep clenching around his cock squeezing him tighter, he screwed his eyes shut in pleasure, his mouth shaped in 'o".

"yes yes! fuck- harder, please.." and draco granted her wish, snapping his hips harder on her leaving no space between their bodies.

he pushed her hips down with his other hand as y/n didnt stop moving, his rough thrust not only making her moving uncontrollably but the bed hit the walls repeatedly too.

draco knows he wont last longer as he feels the familiar feeling tighten in his stomach, he moved his hand down and circles her clit always wanting her to cum first. y/n moaned his name non stop at the double pleasure he gave her.

"cmon cum for me darling" with his permission, she moan his name out lou as she came hard around him, covering his cock in her juices.

draco look down at the way his cock still riding her high and he instantly spilled all of his white warm liquid inside his girlfriend at the sight.

he moans at his release, muffling his sounds by kissing her lips, and biting her bottom lip softly, he ride out his high before naturally pulling out, he smiles at y/n and thanking her.

"told you babe i can make it quick" draco said as he tuck his softening cock back in his trousers and pulled up the zipper back on.

he cleaned her up and putting her shorts on before sitting her up straightly.

y/n was wondering how can he not be messy at all like nothing had just happened. he literally just fucked her at animalistic pace few minutes ago.

"good. now go draco before you really gonna be late, make momma proud!" draco laughs at y/n before taking his bag and wand in his hand, apparating to his office.

lets just say, he got the deal.

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(just wanna say thankyou for your kind words in the form it makes me happy 😘💞)