#I was getting really frustrated cause I was eating shit (died within like seconds of entering the arena)

[mex-sickos]

I love it when cheese is harder then doing it right man this shit sucks but the payoff is MASSIVE (<-adrenaline high from killing a dragon with bombs)

[zv5x]

I'm curious, if Reader died or got knocked out in last fic with Poly!Spirit and Sen-

Reader is alive, just passed out from pain! The reason it happened so quick and without much effort from Spirit is cause, you know, demon powers. I know this isn't a request for a part two and was just a simple question buttttttt I'm extra as fuck and I wanted to do one anyways, so I'll just get it over with here! Hope you all enjoy!

Request status : open! 💕

tw !!! Be careful guys, Senpai goes a little crazy in this one lolz

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Spirit couldn't help but feel a great deal of pity as he glanced over at Senpai. The look of fear and uneasiness on his face was clear as day, and he nervously played with his loose-fitting tie as he stared at (Y/N) who was unconscious on the bed. Chains held their arms and legs to the bedposts, so there was no chance of escaping.

Spirit hummed, giving (Y/N) an empathetic pat on the leg, before choosing to address Senpai. "I know this isn't the sight you wanted to come home to, but-"

"W-what happened to them? D-did someone hurt them?!" Senpai managed to sputter out, despite the fear eating his body alive. Spirit sighed, as he couldn't help but become slightly irritated as soon as Senpai lost his cool like he was now. Nothing could get done when you're overrun by panic, but he was glad he was at least there to keep everything together. "Did they..." Senpai paused for a second, his past fear slowly draining from his face, replacing it was an expression that even Spirit couldn't fully read. "Did they try something funny again...?" Senpai asked in a low tone, and Spirit made a small noise as his response. The room was consumed by silence for a few moments, before Spirit decided to answer his question for real.

"I suppose you could say that." He said calmly and quietly, not really caring to expose the whole truth of what (Y/N) had done just yet. If Senpai asked for clarification or specification, then he would absolutely tell him, but he just didn't see it as needed at the moment. Senpai groaned in annoyance, stomping on the floor a single time. Spirit only rolled his eyes.

He didn't even bother to take his eyes off of (Y/N)'s "sleeping" form as Senpai made his way towards the two of them, stopping in front of the bed and crossing his arms. "What did they do?" Senpai asked quietly, almost in a whisper, in a tone that implied that maybe he didn't even want to know, but was just simply curious. Spirit shrugged.

"It was nothing too painful, just a punch to the nose. It didn't even hurt for a minute, really." Senpai looked at the entity standing next to him in a mixture of shock and disgust, absolutely baffled by the fact that their darling (Y/N) would ever do something like to that to either of them. He just didn't get it, and frankly, neither did Spirit. Really, they were just trying to help, but their (Y/N) just wasn't listening. It made things so much more tedious than they needed to be. Senpai growled to himself and made his way onto the bed. Spirit looked on in confusion, arching an eyebrow as he watched Senpai set himself down on (Y/N)'s chest, straddling it. He adjusted his position slightly, wriggling to make sure he was in the most comfortable position possible, before raising his hand to above the side of his head and bringing it down forcefully and quickly, slapping (Y/N) in the right cheek. Spirit even flinched himself, as the slap was hard enough to make a loud sound on impact.

However, Spirit couldn't feel too bad. He did try warning (Y/N). Senpai would be a lot harsher on them than he ever would be.

(Y/N) gasped as they woke up from their unconsciousness, Senpai glaring down at them as he watched them do so. It took them about a minute for their eyes to fully adjust to everything going on at the moment, especially since what caused them to wake up was so...violent...

"Well...good morning, honey." Senpai said through gritted teeth, and (Y/N) instinctively tried raising their arms, only for them to be held back by the chains. They swore at Senpai and demanded for either him or Spirit to release them, but that did nothing but anger Senpai further.

"You're lucky me and Spirit as so nice to you, if you were acting this bratty towards anyone else, your throat probably would've been sliced..." Senpai snicked sadistically, only for his slight amusement to completely vanish as (Y/N) leaned up towards him and spit in his face.

Senpai stumbled back, instinctively grabbing a tissue off the bedside table and wiping his face quickly and roughly while whining in disgust. Spirit bit his lip and took a step back, fully expecting Senpai to completely lose his shit within the next few seconds. Senpai began to hyperventilate, looking at the tissue with a look of pure distain. Senpai suddenly slammed the tissue to the side and pulled the table drawer open, his eyes set on a certain black rectangle. He pulled it out and held it up so (Y/N) could see it, and their eyes widened with fear and regret, instantly recognizing it as a taser.

"Do ANYTHING like that again, and this is going straight into your neck, understand?! God, how many times do we have to fucking TELL YOU, (Y/N)?!" Senpai screamed, punching the sides of the bed harshly. (Y/N)'s breathing was quick and heavy, the fear on their face as clear as day. Tears pricked at the corners of their eyes as they were reduced to the bearer of Senpai's rage, Spirit standing in calm silence as Senpai yelled on about what they had been trying to tell (Y/N) for almost a year now.

"You're so fucking GULLIBLE! Without us you'd probably be fucking dead on the side of the road! You think you can just go do whatever the fuck you want with whoever, and then treat us like we're fucking disposable trash?! You sick WORM." Senpai went on and on, even at one point grabbing (Y/N)'s shoulders and shaking them harshly. He was pissed, and Spirit saw his anger as justified. "We're doing this all for YOU! We love YOU! We NEED you, and you need US!" Tears began to fall from Senpai's eyes just as (Y/N) began fearfully sobbing as well, but Senpai's tears were more of frustration and anger than crippling fear. "We love you (Y/N), please, we just want to take care of you, you're our everything! Please!" Senpai choked back sobs as (Y/N) continued crying themselves. "Nobody else can love you like we do, they just can't keep you safe like we can, we'd do anything for you, we just want you to be happy..." Senpai sniffled, but (Y/N) didn't respond.

Spirit didn't feel bad for (Y/N). They wouldn't be here right now if (Y/N) would just learn how to listen. They were doing this for love, for repayment for all the effort (Y/N) put into making sure they were alive and well. (Y/N) saved them. Before Spirit knew it, Senpai seemed satisfied with the agressive lecture, and replaced his seething anger and flowing tears with a cutesy giggle and a wipe of the eyes. "You're just so hopeless, (Y/N)...but that's fine, some people just aren't meant to take care of themselves!"

It was almost scary how quickly Senpai could switch between moods, but who was Spirit to judge? Rejection was never in Sen's programming, and he was meant to be a hopeless romantic almost all of the time, so he really couldn't blame Senpai for having...less than stable moods.

"You're so lucky you have us dolly, where would you even be without us?" Senpai gushed, and Spirit couldn't help but agree. The two of them could tell (Y/N) clearly wanted to detest that, but they didn't care. Their input was irrelevant, since they didn't at all know what they wanted or needed.

Senpai hummed happily, curling (Y/N)'s lips upward in the shape of a smile with his finger. The skin of his digits were soaked at this point, as tears were pooling from (Y/N)'s eyes as they tried squirming away so desperately from his vice grip. Spirit cupped his one cheek with his hand and held (Y/N)'s trembling one in his other, smiling almost as brightly as Senpai.

They deserved this. They deserved something nice after that that bastard put them through. And, this was it. Their present, their compensation, their reward.

Their soulmate.

Senpai giggled, and Spirit followed soon after, the two of them looking at each other as if they were reading the others thoughts perfectly. Senpai turned to (Y/N), that smile still just as strong as it was before.

"Now, go on...tell us you love us~"

[justnerdthings]

New Beginnings Ch.6

female reader x Liu Kang/Kung Lao (Might end up being both)

You're gonna kill Kung Lao, but not today.

________ You were amazed with how much energy you had. Kung Lao tried to pass it off as finally eating right, but you were sure it had more to do with your mind at ease about not having heart disease. Your anxieties weren't gone completely however. Your withdrawal was in full swing now. You felt like shit. You had tremors all morning and another blue ribbon of a headache. Your body hurt too, but you weren't sure if that was the training or withdrawal.

You dropped a dumpling as your hand shook. With a frustrated sigh you slammed your chopsticks on the table. "Fucking meds," you mumbled blame.

Lui reached over with his chopsticks and picked up the dumpling that'd fallen on the table. He placed it back on your plate. "It will pass."

"I know, I know." You growled and ruffed up your hair. Your knee bounced under the table. You took a deep breath and picked up your chopsticks again. Your hand was still. Oh thank God, a break, you thought and lifted the dumpling. Just as it touched your lips, your hand shook and the dumpling tumbled down your chest and to the floor. You growled again, contemplating just ripping your arm off and beating it against a wall. You just wanted to eat!

"Here."

You looked up to see Lao, arm out, reaching for your chopsticks. You handed them over, suspicious of his intent. He then promptly stabbed them into one of the dumplings still on your plate. He held it up, like a lollipop, offering it to you.

Now why couldn't you have thought of that? You took it and even with a shaking hand, managed to get the dumpling in your mouth. Oh, thank you. You munched and stabbed the next dumpling.

Lao grinned and went back to his meal. Liu smiled behind his tea. "Perhaps we should try wearing you out tonight. Might get you to stop shaking," Liu suggested.

“You wouldn’t know the first thing about wearing her out,” Lao quipped.

Liu’s eyes went big at the notion. It took you a moment, but it clicked and you stared at Lao. Lao looked to you and gave you a wink. You then threw a handful of rice at him. “You’re disgusting,” you told him and looked back to your plate, fighting the heat building up on your face.

“Ouch.” Lao raised his brows and brushed the rice out of his hair.

“Honestly, Lao…” Lui breathed. He was fighting his own embarrassment.

But Lao noticed. He’d noticed before, but now he was sure. He chuckled. “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it, Liu.”

Liu almost choked on his tea. “Lao!” He hissed.

You dragged in a deep breath. You were sure your cheeks were as red as Liu’s sash. Was it true? Had Liu thought about you that way? Or was Lao just being an asshole?... Both?

Lao was laughing again. You glanced up at him. “Why don’t you just ask her, Liu?”

“Lao, stop talking,” Liu said.

“What? She might like it!”

“Stop. Talking.”

“You deserve to be happy, brother,” Lao tried to reason with that smirk of his.

“Stop.”

“Don’t let the monks tell you that you shouldn’t.”

“Lao,” Liu warned.

“Why don’t you ask me,” You spoke up, looking right at Kung Lao.

He stopped talking and stared at you in mild shock.

“You obviously have something for me if you’re trying to deflect it onto Liu.” You could have been wrong. Maybe Liu really did have something for you. Maybe Lao wasn’t deflecting. But, you could see his jaw stiffen, as if he was trying to think of a comeback.

You raised your brows expectantly, and curiously. Maybe you were right. Maybe Lao was deflecting.

Lao forced a small laugh and turned his eyes away from you.

Was… Was that embarrassment you saw on his face? Oh. Oh. He was definitely deflecting. A small victory, but you would take it. With a prideful smirk you looked back to your food. “That’s right, you damn eunuch.” Yeah, you said it. He didn’t have the balls to say what he really wanted.

But the air had gotten stiff. You could feel the rising anger coming from Lao. You’d always had a mouth.

“I’m not a eunuch,” Lao spat.

“Then you’re just too small,” you mumbled. Oops. There was that mouth again.

You could feel Lao glaring at you, seething in his embarassment.

“Lao, no,” Liu warned, trying to defuse the situation.

“You want to see just how big it is?!” Lao shouted at you.

“Will I need a magnifying glass?”

“Lao! Y/N!”

Lao stood from the table and you rose, fists shaking, but ready. If he wanted to fight, so be it. Lao opened his mouth to shout again—

BANG!

You and Lao both jumped, then looked down to see Liu’s hand on the table, a very displeased and impatient look on his face. “Sit. Down,” He told you both with surprising control.

You and Lao looked back to each other as if daring the other to move first. After a moment, you relented. Lao sat down after you. Your eyes stayed locked on each other. Shots had been fired. Liu picked his hand up and let out a slow breath. Just that breath alone was enough to plant a seed of guilt in you. You heard Liu mumble, but couldn’t make out what it was. You went back to eating.

Lao mocked your shaking hand as he watched you like a hawk.

“Enough,” Liu warned, his voice taking a higher volume.

“I didn’t say anything,” Lao tried.

“Cause you don’t have the balls for it,” You commented.

Liu sighed. His efforts weren’t working at all. Fine. “Okay. You two want to fight? Then go.” You and Lao looked to him. Liu looked absolutely done with the both of you. “Go. Go fight.” Liu pointed to the door.

You and Lao stood on opposite sides of the arena. Of course Lao would bring you to the one with the ledge. You could feel your nerves creeping up, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. You had no real training. You were going to lose this fight. He’d beat you within a second. Hell, he already had you beat.

“You really think you stand a chance against me?” Lao teased. “You?”

“Of course not. But I’m not going to back down either,” you answered honestly.

Lao nodded as he slipped his hat off and set it aside before walking towards you. “I’ll take it easy on you.” He smirked.

You mocked his grin. “Asshole.”

He closed the distance between you two. You had to tilt your head back to look up at him. His dark eyes searched you for a second as his smirk grew. “I’m not sure if you’re brave or just stupid.”

You shoved at his chest. But you thrusted yourself back more than he budged back.

“Oh? Did I hit a nerve?” He stepped forward, closing the distance again. “Good.”

You shoved him again, failing just as before. He closed the distance again. He was pushing you without even touching you. You were pushing yourself. Flustered, face red, you swung a fist. He caught it. His hand covered yours easily and he held it as you tried to pull it back.

“What’s the matter? I thought you wanted to fight?” He asked.

You huffed and ripped your hand from his, then made to kick. His leg blocked yours. You tried to kick with your other leg. He caught it with his hand and shoved you, letting you fall back in the sand. He stood over you and faked a yawn.

“You think you’re so tough…” You hissed as you pushed yourself back up and brushed the sand off of yourself.

He was on you before you could finish dusting yourself. You punched in reflex, but he deflected it and moved in, causing you to back up. “I’ll give you credit. You haven’t given up yet.”

“And I won't!” You swung for his stupid face. He caught your arm and the next thing you knew, you were on your back in the sand. With your fist pinned down and his other hand on your chest, he held you down as he stooped over you. You tried to push him off, but he didn’t budge an inch. Your legs kicked at the air as you struggled.

“Fight!” Lao demanded.

A frustrated grunt escaped you as you gripped his arm with your free hand. You squeezed and struggled, desperately trying to push him off.

“Harder!” He shouted.

“Get. Off. Me!” You shouted between struggles.

He leaned further down, his face a mere inch from yours. “Make me!”

You growled. You threw your head forward and slammed it right into his with a harsh clap. A grunt escaped him and he pulled off you. In a daze, you quickly scrambled back and to your feet.

Lao rubbed his forehead and looked at you. He smirked. “Not bad.”

“Fucking prick!” You screamed.

“You got a lot of rage.” He started walking to the side, you moved the opposite way. You began circling each other. “I like that. But why are you so set on fighting me? It can’t just be for Liu’s honor.” He chuckled.

“I’ve fought for less.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Shut up.”

“What? Nothing to tell?”

“You’re just a bully.”

“Bully? What is this? Grade school?”

You glared at him.

“What have you fought for?”

“Myself.”

“Not good enough.”

“People.”

“Who?” He pressed.

“Anyone.”

“Anyone? Do you fight for Shang Tsung?”

“No.”

“Then who?!”

“Those who can’t do it for themselves!”

“Who?!”

Your fists were shaking.

“What do you fight?!” He shouted.

“Assholes.”

“What do you fight?!” he repeated, reminiscent of your first meditation lesson.

“Death!” Your nerves fired back up. Oh no.

“You can’t fight death!”

“Yes, I can!”

“How?”

“By saving people!”

“You? Save people? You get scared of trees!”

“I’ve saved people!”

“Who!?”

“People!”

“I thought you worked at a boring office? Who needs to be saved there?”

“It was a fire.”

“Oh? Who was it?”

“A guy who went into cardiac arrest!”

“How did you save him?”

“I performed CPR.”

“In a fire?”

“I wasn’t going to let him die!”

“You saved him?”

“Yes.”

“What was his name?”

You hesitated.

“You don’t know?”

“It doesn’t matter!”

“You fought for someone you didn’t even know?”

“Of course I did!”

“You could have died.”

“So what?!” Tears were in your eyes.

Lao grinned and stopped. You stopped. He walked towards you and you tensed up. “Would you fight for me?”

“Fuck you!” You hissed.

He reached out and took a fist full of your gi, pulling you to his face. “Would you fight for me?!”

“No.”

“No?” He almost looked hurt.

“No.”

“Why?”

“You’re an asshole.”

He grinned and turned, hand still gripped tight to your gi. He practically dragged you… right to the edge of the cliff. Your eyes grew wide in sudden fear. Your heart flip-flopped. You tried to back up, but he moved behind you and held you there, overlooking the ravine. “Look at it.”

You clenched your eyes tight.

“Look at it!” He shouted in your ear.

You peeked through tight lids.

“You see it?”

You were quiet as you stared at certain death, heart beating like kick drum.

“If I fell from here, would you try and save me?”

“...What?” You turned your head to look back at him. What the hell was he talking about? What kind of question—

He swung you around, putting himself between you and the edge. You looked up at him as he let you go with a small shove. You backed up a couple paces and watched him back up, his heels almost over the edge. “Would you try and save me if I fell?” he asked again. “You could die if you did.”

“That’s not funny, Lao. Stop it.” Your heart was racing, watching him, watching his feet.

“No. It’s not. I wonder if I’ll die before I hit the bottom. Maybe break my back while I tumble to the bottom.”

“Lao, stop it.” There was a rising panic in your voice now. “Please. Come here.”

Lao bounced on his toes a bit. You felt your heart skip several beats and you took a step closer. “I’m betting I’d split my skull on a rock on the way down,” He teased.

“Lao…” Your voice shook.

He bounced again. “My blood just splattered everywhere.”

“Lao!” You shouted, pleading.

He chuckled.

His feet slipped. His face changed to panic of his own as he fell. You lunged for him.

You caught his wrist. Half of you was hanging over the ledge. You tightened your grip as much as possible as Lao dangled over the ravine. Lao’s own heart was racing as he looked down at the jagged walls. Looking up, he saw you fighting to keep hold of him and your balance. With his free hand he reached up and grabbed hold of your arm. “Pull!” He shouted.

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing, you moron,” You hissed as you struggled to lift him.

“Harder!” He ordered.

You shouted as you strained. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins. Sliding back on the ledge, you slowly got to your knees.

“Pull!”

Teeth clenching, you managed to pull him up enough to where he could grab hold of the edge. It took some of the weight off you.

Finally you pull him right up and you both fell into the sand.

You laid there, chest aching with how hard your heart was beating. Every breath felt like a sacred gift. You covered your face as you tried to compose yourself.

Hearing Lao’s own heavy breath, you rolled over to face him, then promptly slapped him right across the face, leaving a nice red hand print on his cheek. “You fucking idiot!”

He began laughing breathlessly.

“That wasn’t funny!” You pushed your exhausted self up and kicked at him.

He blocked weakly and kept laughing. “I knew you had it in you.”

Your brows knotted. What did he just— Did he just do that on purpose?! You kicked him right in the ribs.

He shouted through a laugh and turned over to push himself up.

“You fucking idiot!” You screamed and swung at him as he got up.

He grinned and dodged. You swung again. He dodged and turned away, walking off to pick up his hat.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” You shouted as you followed him.

“Oh? Have to catch me first.” He looked over his shoulder and gave you a smirk before taking off. You ran after him. You chased him through the halls, dodging monks and furniture. He was fast, but you kept up enough to be able to see which ways he was going. You were going to kill him.

You followed him to the other arena. Liu was meditating in the sand and Lao slid to a stop behind him, causing Liu to open his eyes and see you running right for him. He rose in concern and realized Lao was behind him with a grin a mile long on his face and laughing.

Liu caught you carefully as you reached them and held you back. He stood between you two. He then looked to Lao for an explanation.

“She faced her fear!” Lao announced.

Liu held you firm as you tried to jerk from his hold. “What are you talking about?” He asked Lao.

You answered before Lao could, “He tricked me into hanging off the ledge so I could catch his stupid ass!” You shouted. Liu looked at you with confusion. “He balanced on the edge and teased me, then purposely slipped and fell off,” you growled.

Liu’s face immediately filled with dread. He turned to look at Lao. “Are you crazy? You could have killed yourself. You could have killed her! What if she didn’t catch you?”

Lao gestured to himself grandly. “But she did!”

Liu stared at him for a moment before realization hit him. You had caught him. He looked back to you, his face a mix of amazement and pride for you. You looked between them. You suddenly felt ganged up on, as if Liu had just switched sides. “No,” You said. You pointed out to Lao accusingly but looked to Liu. “No! He does not get out of this!”

Lao laughed again. Liu’s lips pulled into a small smile. Frustrated, you turned away and grabbed a sword off a weapon’s rack, then turned back and started towards Lao. “I’m gonna fucking kill you,” you threatened.

Lao skipped back in his joy, but it quickly melted as Liu moved out of your way, letting you go after him. As you chased Lao with the sword, Liu watched with a hopeful grin.

@ancientowlgirl @miss-nori85

[neoaevis]

How Much I Love You/Hate You 3

Taglist: @ijuuy​ @brrrrrrah

Word Count:1689

Warnings: None

A/N: Aaah finally part 3 is up sorry if this is short and kinda fast paced but I wanna get into to it so yea expect part 4 is into it(the arrange marriage scene will start there proly) and I feel like the last part is really rushed but plss give me some feedback I ish need it alsoo plss chat me or ask me if you wanna be tagged.

Y/N’s POV:

The bright light of the sun hurts your eye the moment it tries to open up making you groan and stretch your arms as you were now getting up slowly from your deep slumber, you eye your room and notice the things you failed to notice the night of your arrival, your childhood room has undergone changes with example the colors that used to be in a pastel shade now in a dark shade to compliment your mature taste but you will never fail to see how all the pictures of your childhood were still on full display on the desk you used to use whenever you were studying, getting up you can’t help but smile how things change so fast the girl who was once playing around in this very room was now getting ready to enter the corporate world, you wash yourself up before coming down to the breakfast that your mom asks the maid to make every single time. The bath made you smell like a full bloom rose which is one of your personal favorites, the outfit you chose for today was the Versace mini blazer dress with a pair of black Louboutin heels and underneath is a sexy lingerie from Victoria secret, the scent you went in for today was from Giorgio Armani Sì.

As you went down everyone was in awe seeing you big smiles evident in their faces, when you were munching yourself with breakfast your mom can’t help but compliment from head to toe and tell you how much she misses you and things she plans now that you are here, her stories made you really miss her so you also told her stories about your stay in New York “Mom, did you know there was one time I was actually really drunk in this one party and when I went to class the next day with a massive hungover my shit ass professor dropped the bomb at how we have a quiz the next day because of that I had to cave myself up the whole day and review this much” you showed her your hand and she chucked at your story remembering how she was during her college days, more exchange of stories went on and that made you feel your mom’s warmth once more( well you were always close to your mom she was the only one you had growing up) the breakfast was special today not until your mom dropped a question you find odd “Honey, do you perhaps have a boyfriend or any potential husband right now?” she asks with a smile plastered on her face which makes you raise your brows “Mom, why talk about that you do remember me saying that I don’t want to get married right?” you tell her with a firm tone but she begins to sigh “You’re only saying that now Y/N, I was like that once but eventually I got married” she counters what you said but you feel frustrated “You got married and dad cheated” you tell her while eyeing her “Y/N not all men cheat, it doesn’t mean if your dad cheated all the boys cheat” she tells you to comfort you a little “Either way I have no plans on marriage, but why the sudden question mom do you perhaps plan to get remarried?” you ask her as you stand up to tuck the chair back in to leave but she replies “M-me no I prefer being single’ she said feeling flustered “ So am I mom” you tell her as you now finally make your leave to go to the company

Mark’s POV

Mark was awaken due to his alarm but truth be told he was never actually been able to sleep well ever since the day his heart got broken and maybe that’s the reason why he would drown himself from too much workload or sultry nights with different girls, as he got up he eyes his room that he never thought he would go back to because this was the room that witnessed his lovely passions to his miserable state but he knew he should not dwell into it much because he is different now, this room should no longer remind him of the girl that tore him, he should move on and be stronger to prove to her how she wronged him. Mark decided to take a shower to finally get ready for another dreadful work day, he did not really enjoy working in a corporate world rather he enjoys creating music but due to too much guilt towards his parents and how he gave up on the life he enjoyed with her he decided it was best to follow the footsteps of his parents, honestly it was hard at first but through time he learned that it was not that bad after all, today he wore a grey suit from Armani that perfectly showed his toned body.

Mark did not bother to have breakfast as it was not really his thing even though his mom insists he eats something, he was fetched by his secretary Taeil and the car ride was rather cold he did not bother to chat with Taeil like would do normally, arriving in the company he was greeted by different department heads right from the entrance and was escorted towards his office, his arrival was a gossip amongst different staffs some saying he was a “playboy”, “spoiled” ,”kind” and many different mixed opinions but one in particular has caught his attention “he got a girl pregnant before they say and the baby died” that caught him in his tracks and immediately diverting his attention towards the girl “What did you say?” he asked with anger filling his eyes making the girl feel small as she was caught red handed “N-nothing s-sir” she said stuttering “Let me just remind you, you don’t get paid to gossip you get paid to work” he said slamming the desk of the girl and immediately heading towards his office Taeil seems to catch on so he gave small apologies towards the people and then following Mark after “S-sir are you alright” he asked the moment he entered Mark’s office but Mark just signaled him to leave to which Taeil cooperated too, deep thoughts occupied Mark’s mind especially since every day he dreams of his baby that died, it always fills him with guilt how it died so soon not even given the chance to see the world.

When Mark’s father knew that he was now in his office he immediately wanted to see his son that he misses so badly, “Mark” his father exclaimed opening his door to which he smiled at “Dad” Mark replies while giving the same enthusiasm “You look great in the office son” he compliments his son to which Mark replied to with a small “Thanks” but since Mark has a meeting soon he tells his dad “I actually have a meeting in about 10 min, let’s catch up later dad” but his dad stops him as he has something really important to tell him and it’s about the most awaited event where there big announcement will be known “I actually have something important to tell you son” Mark raised an eyebrow towards his father at him being so serious suddenly “What is it dad” he asked “We are hosting a charity ball son and I need you to be present” he announced “Yes, you told me” Mark replied “But son this ball will not just be a ball but we will be merging with another company-“ but before his dad can finish his phone rings “Excuse me son” his father said but then left immediately cause he also has a important meeting, Mark just shrugged it and went on about his day as he did not really think of it as something serious.

Y/N’s POV:

You were chilling in your office when your friend Yuna barged in “Y/N,Y/N” he said with a full glee to which you chuckled at “Don’t you have a company to run” you ask her while welcoming her for a embrace, the embrace was rather long with how much you miss each other, well before coming to New York , Yuna was your best friend as you have known each other till you were in diapers “Well I do but it’s lunch time” she said with a smile on her face and a cute doe eyes, you can’t help but giggle at how adorable she is “What brings you here” you asked her while motioning her to sit while you page your secretary to bring you some tea “First of all I miss you and second of all because you are merging with the Lee family and third we need to go shopping for dresses for the ball” she said while pointing her fingers at you “W-wait what merging and what ball?” you asked her very confuse about what’s happening “Oh you don’t know?” she asked again as if she could not believe you don’t know “Well yes idk” you repeated “ Well your mom is merging your company with the company of the Lee’s” you were shocked as your mom did not even bother to tell you “Second they will be holding a charity ball to announce the merge” at this point you really don’t know anymore “When is it” you asked her to which she happily replied to “Saturday”, well it’s basically three days from now “My mom hasn’t told me about that” you tell her as you tea arrived “Thanks” you tell your secretary “Maybe she will, but at least I told you didn’t I?” she said while taking a sip of the tea. Your Mom did indeed tell you within the day that there will be a ball that you need to attend to and it’s with the Lee’s who she wants to merge with, the whole situation made you feel like you are in a very fast paced world because it’s just your first day in Korea yet there are too many surprises that awaits you.

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[suganovakawa]

𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader , slight hajime iwaizumi x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

WARNINGS : cursing , car accident , recovery from amnesia

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 < [ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐍

he knows what could happen if you remember. he’ll do anything to prevent that.

word count : 1.6k

saudade masterlist .

SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀whatever iwaizumi was thinking, he certainly had no logic. honestly, he probably would've been better off just not telling you a thing about oikawa. after all, he should've known from the start it's in human nature to want to push past restrictions forced upon them. and as much as it pained him, he knew he had messed up bad, his anger getting the best of his common sense and regretting it a day later.

⠀he knew you were curious about your boyfriend.

⠀rather, the boyfriend you didn't even know you had.

⠀from the very beginning, hajime could see it in your eyes - the natural attraction your body held as you and oikawa first exchanged short glances towards each other in class. volleyball had taught him to be quite the observer, and you made no effort in being subtle. unfortunately for iwa, oikawa noticed your innocent curiosity as well.

⠀he was afraid to ask you more about what you remember. it was different from the first day you had woken up from your coma, you were completely out of it so your muddled brain couldn't have remembered nor recollected much. now that you were spending regular time at school, just like normal, your memories might have just resurfaced sporadically. as far as hajime knew, you remembered everything, just pretending like you're still suffering from memory loss.

⠀but he knew you weren't like that. you wouldn't do that to him.

⠀you two weren't best friends before the accident, basically just friendly acquaintances who shared the same pain in trying to make the aoba johsai volleyball captain learn how to stop and take a damn breather. you had made it quite obvious in the past that you were an admirer of oikawa's, much to hajime's dismay - but he suppressed such feelings, in fear he'd be seen as too selfish.

⠀and he paid the price by seeing you happy in oikawa's arms.

⠀maybe iwaizumi was biased, but tooru really was more on the shitty side when it came to being a boyfriend. he had asked his peer countless times why he had accepted your feelings when he knew he didn't have time for a relationship; and every single time, hajime would get the exact same answer:

⠀"she made me happy at the winter tournaments, i'm only returning the sentiments."

⠀does causing your car accident count as making you happy?

⠀seeing how determined tooru was to get close to you again, pissed hajime off. what was there to be pissed off about, though? if this was a game, iwaizumi was winning. oikawa lost everything, from his reputation to his girlfriend. hajime was on his way to making you happier than tooru ever could. there was no competition here - he had this hook, line, and sinker.

⠀at least, he should have it in the sinker.

⠀a part of him knew, deep down, he was always default to second place. even without your memories, you still had your conscience, that internal voice in the back of your head that still held its senses. and if your conscience was stupid enough to adore oikawa even after everything he's done to you, how could the ace possibly fight against it? you could've died. and it would've been oikawa's harsh words as the true perpetrator.

⠀he wanted to prove a point to himself, you, and oikawa. that he was worth it. that you shouldn't have to waste your time with a scumbag who took your adoration and admiration for granted. the entire team knew that tooru wasn't the type to put anything over volleyball, and he displayed that when it came to your guys' relationship. while the captain was deserving of any praise he received that was volleyball related, hajime knew that it was unfair for you to be neglected because he spends so much time and energy on it.

⠀"hajime? are you listening to me?"

⠀he turned his head towards you, your words shaking him out of his daze. he blinked a couple of times and sat up, turning his head so his attention was fully on you. "sorry, y/n. a bit tired today. what do you need?"

⠀"huh? i don't need anything." you shook your head. "i was telling you that makki and mattsun were inviting me to go out with them today, just out to eat so they can also fill me in on random things, and to talk a little more. i said yes because they seem nice enough, and you seem to trust them, so i didn't have a reason to say no. i just wanted to tell you because i'm not going to be walking home, so you don't need to take me today."

⠀hajime's heart dropped to the abyss in his stomach.

⠀you were going to what?

⠀he knew exactly what those two were planning on telling you, and he was not having any of it. panic bubbled and almost erupted out in the open, but he saved himself with a deep breath and a plastic smile, nodding his head slowly. "right, i trust them... yeah. you have fun with that." you appeared happy with what he said, giving him a quick hug before walking off. he waited for you to turn the corner before walking off on his own, his jaw clenched and his destination set.

⠀"iwaizumi, where's - " hanamaki was grabbed by the tie as the brunet glared at his former teammate, his eyes anything but nice. "what are you doing? let me go. i'm supposed to be meeting - "

⠀"i know what you're fucking doing," he spat, his grip around makki's uniform only tightening. "this isn't just some random meeting. y/n asked you for this meet up, didn't she? she wants to know stuff, and figured you two would willingly comply." he laughed, more of a mocking volume. "and what do you know, she was right."

⠀"iwaizumi, let me go." the male with pink hued hair snapped more sternly the second time around; hajime hesitated for a few moments before reluctantly releasing his grip on his fellow third year, who pressed his lips together as he fixed his uniform hastily. "you got us," he muttered, his eyes finding iwa's. "she came to us during lunch and kept asking us. you were already on your way back to the table so we simply told her we'd tell her after school. that's all."

⠀"that's all, my fucking ass." pointing an index finger in takahiro's face, hajime shook his head. "you better not tell her about oikawa. she's much better off without that piece of shit in her life."

⠀"but she has a right to know."

⠀iwaizumi's face paled, taking a step back as makki crossed his arms. holy shit, he was serious. he and makki were going to tell you everything. "she's a big girl, iwaizumi. she wants to remember her life before the car accident. i can't imagine what she's going through, having her memories blacked out like that. i know if i was her, i'd want to know every single detail." makki's eyes narrowed. "including the memories that could hurt me."

⠀hajime's hands clenched into fists as he shook his head again in protest, sticking his foot out to prevent the other from walking forward. "over my dead body will i let you do that. the last thing she needs is a reminder of the nightmare he put her through. you won't tell her a fucking word about it."

⠀"or are you just scared you'll lose her to oikawa again?"

⠀just that question was a punch to the stomach as hanamaki observed iwaizumi's reaction. a corner of his lips protruded upwards as he stared at the other male in the hallway, the truth so horribly obvious. "doesn't take an idiot to see how set you are in making y/n fall for you. using her amnesia to your advantage to brainwash her into forgetting oikawa and becoming her new boyfriend... i was on your side at first, iwa. now? you're being just as shitty as he is."

⠀"don't you fucking compare me to him. i'm not like him, and i will never treat her like shit."

⠀"maybe not like shit, but she's certainly more like a prize than an actual person in your eyes."

⠀takahiro watched the frustration boil to hajime's face, taking a deep breath and walking around him before he could be stopped again. "if you excuse me, you made me late. i'm sure y/n will - " he grunted as a sharp pain grabbed hold of his wrist, his eyes widening slightly as hajime seethed at him, jaw clenched and face glowing angrily.

⠀"i said, you're not telling her anything."

⠀"who's going to stop me?"

⠀iwaizumi's smile was anything but pleasant as he pointing towards the school entrance. "mattsun and y/n are waiting for us, right? we shouldn't leave them waiting for too long."

⠀makki's breath hitched in his throat at the realization and cursed to himself quietly, shaking his head as he had no choice but to pull hajime along with him. "your logic is fucked up. y/n is nothing but a trophy for you to show off."

⠀"y/n means more to me than what you could ever hope to understand. keep walking, bastard."

⠀"hajime? what are you doing here?" your face revealed genuine surprise as he had appeared right beside hanamaki, releasing his iron grip on his wrist before exiting aoba johsai. "i thought you were walking home?"

⠀he could see the silent exchange of glances going on between the other two, and he could tell by matsukawa's quiet but exasperated sigh that he understood what was going on. iwaizumi pretended to not notice, however, as he moved to stand next to you. he saw the confusion flickering within your irises, how they were averted towards the ground instead of looking at him. if only he could tell you how important you were to him and why he was acting this way for your own good, maybe you'd understand his side better.

⠀"i figured since i was hungry, i'd join you guys. after all, we all trust each other enough to discuss anything, right?"

a / n : second post today! promised it would come out soon 🥳 ALSO, THANK YOU SM FOR 900 FOLLOWERS !!! it truly means the world to me that you all decide to stick around my profile, i promise i’ll do the best i can to provide content worthy of your attention 🥺❤️

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home | rocky (m)

a/n HAPPY ROCKY DAY EVERYONE!!! I am convinced park minhyuk has the best smile in the world.

{request: what would rocky be like while having a slow passionate vanilla sex with him}

→ pairing: rocky x f!reader

→ genre: smut, fluff

→ word count: 2.3k

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Your POV

You groaned when the bright rays of sunlight infiltrated through your windows, landing directly on your peaceful unsuspecting face. Squinting your closed eyes, you turned to get away from the light, burying your face in your boyfriend's chest.

He hummed slightly at your movement, arms already reaching to secure themselves around your body as he pulled you in closer, nuzzling his nose in your hair as he tried to re-immerse himself in the feeling of sleep.

You relaxed within seconds, a small smile forming on your lips when he kissed the top of your head. The two of you were not asleep, but not really awake either. You don't know how long the two of you laid there just basking in each other's presence. It wasn't until you felt your boyfriend pull back to take a good look at your face when you opened your eyes.

He smiled widely, completely adorned by your puffy eyes which still had the remnants of sleep on them. You blinked a couple times in confusion as he just stared at you, "Was I drooling?"

He laughed, his voice going up an octave, before showering you in little pecks and kisses, marking his mouth all around your face before ending at your lips. You giggled at his attack, eagerly responding when your lips finally made contact. "Morning, Hyukie."

"Good morning baby," He whispered against your mouth, the raspiness of his morning voice bringing shivers down your spine. "You're so cute."

"You're so cute." You grinned pecking his cheek, tightening your arms around his torso. Minhyuk chuckled, his hands mischievously running down the sides of your body before tickling at your waist, a shriek leaving you in surprise. "Minhyuk!"

"Hehe, I love you." He said sweetly before untangling himself from your body, tucking you in with the blanket and pressing a kiss to your pouty lips. "Where are you going?"

Minhyuk smiled at the whine in your tone as he retrieved a new pair of shorts from the drawers, covering up his bare lower-half, "I'm gonna make us breakfast baby."

"Do you want help?" You asked, immediately making the movement to get up. Your boyfriend only shook his head, "Get a little more sleep y/n, you must have been tired from last night."

"Cocky." You scoff as the corner of his mouth quirked up in a tiny smirk, "Let me know when you're done and I'll come out, 'kay?"

Minhyuk nodded, blowing you a hand kiss before leaving the bedroom and situating himself in the kitchen.

--

"Baby, breakfast's ready." Minhyuk said as he gently shook you awake. Yawning, you rubbed your eyes furiously to try and fully wake yourself up, stretching out your arms as you finally got out of bed. Your boyfriend grinned at your actions, hand grazing against your waist as you paddled around the room for some clothes, slipping on one of Minhyuk's shirts that you found on his desk. "Mmm, it smells good Hyukie! What did you make?"

"Just some eggs and pancakes." He said intertwining your hands together as you walked out of the room. You smiled at the display on the table, cooing at your boyfriend for his hard work, "Aww you made the pancakes heart-shaped, that's so cute!"

"Yeah," Minhyuk said shyly, a small blush on his face. You felt your heart burst at his adorable reaction, wow you loved this man. Excitedly, you sat down at the table, Minhyuk taking his place across from you as you both started to dig into the food.

After eating, you took the task of washing the dishes, it was the least you could do since Minhyuk was the one who cooked the breakfast. He blasted some music from his speaker as background noise, clearing the table while giving you a little show of exaggerated dance moves. You laughed at his antics, endeared at how goofy he was after refueling on some food.

"Why are you laughing?" He grinned wrapping his arms around your waist as he hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. You shook your head casually as you focused your attention back the sink, “You’re just cute.”

Minhyuk chuckled pressing a short kiss to your neck as he watched you wash the dishes, waiting patiently for you to finish. 

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Today was a free day for the both of you, nothing on either of your schedules, and you planned to keep it that way. You loved going out and having fun with your boyfriend, but nothing beats just staying in and doing nothing with him.

“Did you have a high school boyfriend, y/n?” He asked curiously. You hummed in affirmation, lowering the volume of the television as you answered him. “Yeah, but we broke up first semester of college. If this movie is realistic, Lara Jean and Peter would break up in four months tops.”

“I think it’s romantic,” He shrugged snuggling closer to you. “Who knows? Maybe they’re different.”

Giggling, you reached up and lightly patted his cheek, “Your idea of love is admirable, Hyukie. Most high school relationships don’t work out through college. I mean look at mine, look at Myungjun’s too.”

“Yeah, I’m thankful for yours though,” He said, “if you and your ex didn’t break up, I wouldn’t have met you.”

“Exactly.” You nodded shifting your body to face him. Minhyuk smiled softly at you, a sparkle of adoration in his eyes when you puckered your lips out for a kiss. Gladly, he granted your wish, putting all of his emotions into it, completely taking your breath away. “Minhyuk...”

“I love you y/n,” He said sweetly, moving the strands of hair out of your face. “Seriously, meeting you has probably been the best thing that’s happened to me.”

“I love you too,” You said with a gentle smile, “I didn’t think I would believe in love again, if it wasn’t for you.”

Without saying another word, Minhyuk’s lips were on yours again, moving his body so that he was hovering over you. The air was palpable, movie now long forgotten as your focus was on Minhyuk, and Minhyuk only. Your lips moved slowly and languidly, but passionately. 

He took his time with his kiss, as if he was telling you just how much he loved and cherished you through it. You gasped as his teeth dug into your bottom lip, his tongue sneaking through the opening and exploring the cavern of your mouth. You keened in approval, hands snaking around his neck to pull him closer. 

Minhyuk slipped his hands under his shirt that you were wearing, running them up and down your sides, your skin feeling like fire. Your fingers wove through the growing black tufts of his hair, fisting lightly at the base of his neck, causing a little groan to come from the man above you. 

You panted as he pulled away, getting some oxygen back into your lungs. He stared at you intensely, eyes swimming of lust and love as he drank in your glazed expression and flushed cheeks. He thought you were stunning, and this was just from a kiss. 

You moved your hands desperately to his shorts, wanting him to quickly rid himself of the offending piece of clothing. Your boyfriend only chuckled and gently grabbed your wrists, “No rush baby, I wanna take my time with you.”

“Can you at least take your shorts off?” You whined, to which he shook his head, “After I eat you out.”

You blushed at his words, unable to say anything as he suddenly moved south until he was face to face with your cunt. Minhyuk pushed the shirt up to reveal your stomach, kissing the space under your belly button once before hooking his arms under your thighs. 

Your breath hitched as he licked a fat stripe up your pussy, humming at the wetness that already accumulated. In an instant, he delved in, his nose tickling at your clit as he moved his tongue over your cunt, tasting everything that you had to offer him. 

Minhyuk knew how to work his mouth almost as well as he knew how to work his hips, and it always showed when he went down on you. He ate you out like you were a fucking five-star meal, savoring your reactions as he thrusted his tongue in and out of your hole. 

You cursed as his lips latched around your clit and sucked, the sensation making your head spin as your legs started thrashing, threatening to close around his head if it wasn’t for his arms keeping them open. You moaned out his name as you felt your stomach tighten, only for the feeling to go away so quickly as he got up and sat back on his knees, licking his lips clean of your arousal. 

You stared at him in shock, betrayed at your denied orgasm. Minhyuk only smirked at your expression, nodding at you to remove the shirt as he pulled his pants down, his hard cock springing out of its confines. “Don’t look at me like that baby.”

“You fucking tease!” You frowned, begrudgingly removing his shirt and tossing it to the side. He laughed and pecked your lips, fingers deftly pinching your nipples, making you let out a little moan. “I’m sorry baby, you know I like pushing you to the edge.”

You huffed a bit, putting on a little act even though you had no problem with his edging at all. Maybe in the moment right after, you got frustrated, but it always led to a better orgasm in the end, so you had no reason to complain. Minhyuk only smiled at you, amused at how you were trying to be passive even though he saw the pleasure in how your body was reacting to his touch. 

He lined his cock up with your entrance, slowly dragging it up and down to gather some lubrication. “Are you still pouting at me, baby?”

“M-Maybe,” You stuttered, your patience running thin with his teasing. “Minhyuk, I swear if you don’t p–oh fuck”

He sucked in a breath as he bottomed out in one go, the tight squeeze of your walls making him light headed. Stilling his hips to bask in the initial feeling, he buried his face in your neck, teeth nibbling into the skin as you clutched onto his forearms. “Shit, y/n, if I died right now, I would die a happy man.”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped you, hitting his arm in response, “you’re such a dork, but I love you.”

“I love you more,” He said, voice muffled by your skin as he slowly started to thrust in and out of you. You sighed in pleasure at the movement, your nails digging into his arms at the precise aim of his cock. 

You both knew how fast and rough Minhyuk could be–last night was a testament to that. But just as he said, he was taking his time with you. And in a way, Minhyuk going deliberate and thorough only intensified the feeling. The slow drag of his cock against your walls allowed you to feel every inch of pleasure.

Your body was hypersensitive to everything, especially after his tongue’s earlier onslaught on your cunt. All you could see, feel, and hear was Minhyuk. You were craving him, you needed him. No one could make you feel this love and heat except Minhyuk.  

In an overwhelming burst of emotion, you nudged his face with your nose, chasing his lips in a fiery passionate kiss. He responded just as eager, the rapid movement of your mouths a complete opposite of the steady thrusts of his cock. Minhyuk moaned into your mouth, you were intoxicating him, the clenching of your walls giving him an absolute high.

“Minhyuk, I-I’m close.”

Your stomach was getting tighter, your ears starting to ring as your orgasm grew near. He groaned, trailing kisses down your jaw as he began to pick up his pace.

“Let go for me, baby.”

You opened your mouth in a scream, the sudden change in speed allowing him to drill deeper into your cunt. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the band of your orgasm snapped, moaning out his name like a mantra.

“Fuck,” he cursed as the flutter of your walls constricted his cock, the male starting to chase his own orgasm as well. You keened, back arching into his chest, as he thrusted into you without restraint, prolonging your pleasure as he started to reach his high. 

The grip he had on your waist was bruising, but you couldn’t find it in you to care, not when you felt so euphoric, not when Minhyuk literally groaned so pornographically in your ear as he released his load deep in the depths of your cunt. You clenched your hardest as he came, your grip intensifying his orgasm tenfold.

“I love you,” You panted when you felt his cock start to soften inside of you. Minhyuk lifted his head from where it lay against your neck, the post-orgasm glow on his features as he met your eyes, “and I love you y/n, so much.”

You smiled tiredly as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, the two of you exchanging more short confessions of love in between breaths, whispering as if it was a secret that only you two knew.

Although his cock was now flaccid, he still remained inside you, the feelings of your bodies connected uniting your beings together, the closest you could be to each other.

Minhyuk nuzzled his nose against yours, a cute smile on his face as he stared at you. His eyes were so full of love and promise. You could see everything in them, his dreams, his passions, but more importantly you could see your future and the home that the two of you would build together.

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2-25-21

[glitxhwayventeen]

Lonely Together

Jihoon: Chapter 2 (Dark Side)

Characters: Jihoon x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, angst, fluff, potential blood mentions, genocide, runaways, health issue mentions, weapon mentions, panic attack description? (Though honestly it’s more of an anxiety attack), death mentions, child abandonment mentions. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Author’s Note: I recommend listening to Dark Side by R5. I thought the actual lyrics to the song gave off a solid vibe that I wanted to transfer to the start of this particular chapter.

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

Bold= Dialogue Italics= Thoughts

🥀 & ☁️

Lonely Together Master List

Chapter 2: Dark Side

When you woke up this morning, you had the sweet scent of Vanilla and honey hit your nose. It was warm and inviting and made you feel safe. You were glad, normally you’d never feel safe in the wild. The pack helped a lot with that issue. But when you woke up today, you noticed that you had woken up to a quiet house. Which was… strange to say the least. There was always some sort of ruckus going on downstairs in the early hours. So you figured you’d go investigate cautiously, in case something had happened. You grabbed your thigh garter belt with your knives attached before you quietly made your way down the stairs. You saw and heard no one. Nothing was wrong or out of place. Everyone was just… gone. But why?

“Boy, you come prepared don’t you?” A male voice said from the stairs, causing you to jolt back in surprise, automatically drawing your knife from its holster on sheer instinct, ready to release it at any given moment.

You relaxed and placed it back to your thigh as you realized it was just Jihoon, one of the less spoken wolves of the pack.

He was only a few inches taller than you, but you were still incredibly intimidated by him. You weren’t sure why all the others were terrified to piss him off, even the alphas, but you were never worried he’d get mad at you. Which was weird, you were always skeptical of everyone, it was just in your nature as a rogue wolf.

However, with him, it wasn’t horror that overtook your veins, it was nervousness. Like you had some sort of school girl crush on him and you were worried you’d mess something up in front of him and die from the embarrassment of it. But why? Why would you care what some rando wolf would think of you when you’d probably be leaving in a bit when your wounds were healed better?

“Jesus Jihoon! You know I could’ve killed you right? Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to fuck with a bitch with knives?” You huffed out in annoyance while slapping you hands over your face, praying that he hadn’t seen your cherry red cheeks yet.

Of course he had though. He never took his eyes off of you whenever you were in a room. You were just too zoned off to notice

“Uh no… Not really. Never had them so they didn’t teach me shit. Not that any of that matters. We both know you’d never hurt anyone if you could help it.” He shrugged, nudging past you to make his way to the fridge for a bite to eat with a small smile pasted on his glorious lips. God he annoyed you.

“You don’t know that. I always come prepared, I could be a serial killer for all any of you know” you cooly threw his way as you let your guard down slightly, for some reason trusting him enough to have a semi civilized conversation alone.

“Yeah yeah you’re a little vicious killer. Whatever you say kid” He laughed out, trying to keep his amusement in check at your quick replies.

You gritted your teeth, “Hey I am not a kid! I’m centuries old! MUCH older than you.” You smugly responded to his bitch ass nickname for you.

Jihoon looked you up and down for a second, making you a bit self conscious and spreading a heat down to your lower belly, “You don’t look older than me. Matter of fact, you look like the youngest one here. So I’m gonna keep calling you kid, kid.” He leaned in close to you and whispered seductively in your ear.

“Where- where is everyone?” You stuttered out, trying your best not to focus on the minimal contact Jihoon had made with your shoulder while brushing past you moments ago. Curse your dumb instincts. Why did you have to find him attractive? Couldn’t your wolf side ever just stay in check?

“The market? No, to Taeyong’s? Maybe it was to the river? I dont know by the time they left it didn’t seem like they even knew where they were going so I stopped listening.” He answered while taking a bit of an apple he had snagged from the fruit basket on the counter.

“W-why didn’t you go with them?” You questioned him as you tried your best to avoid his piercing gaze.

“Didn’t feel like third wheeling a bunch of mated coupled wolves.” He shrugged once more while sitting himself on the kitchen table you were next to, “Plus, someone needed to stay here and keep an eye on the house.”

“I would’ve been here.” You chimed in, as if he would’ve ever seriously left you alone.

Whether you were a Werewolf or not, he was NOT gonna leave you without some sort of safety net if he could help it. If he had it his way, you wouldn’t even go down to the market with the other mates when supplies were needed. He knew you could handle yourself as a fellow wolf, and he knew you were the best to go because you weren’t marked yet, but he was worried for you.

You definitely had people looking at you because of your different appearance. You were drop dead gorgeous to anyone with eyes, and that greatly concerned him every-time you went out shopping. He may have been more of a lone wolf, but he wanted to protect you at all cost, even if you didn’t realize that’s what he was doing yet.

“Doesn’t count. You’re a FANCY werewolf, remember?” He emphasized the word fancy in a condescending way that irked your nerves all the way to your core.

“We don’t know what you can do yet. Besides, you act like I’d actually want to go watch them make goo goo eyes at each other all day long. Seeing them cuddle and dry hump the whole time we’re doing something isn’t my idea of fun. I’d rather be here and enjoy the peace and quiet while I can.” He said as he tossed the remains of his apple in the garbage can in one swift motion.

“I can do everything you guys can and more!” You defended yourself, getting a bit frustrated at the younger wolf for doubting your abilities.

“Then prove it. Do something… super wolfy” he chuckled out, half jokingly and half seriously in what a normal person would recognize as a flirty manner.

He hadn’t had too many girlfriends. His experience with girls was limited compared to his brothers. So sticking to his sarcastic edgy tone was the only way he knew how to engage with you.

He was curious as to what your powers entailed anyways. They all were, none of them had met a wolf like you before. All the wolves they knew were modern, and the only seriously powerful wolf they knew was from a Chinese pack that had fled to their area who could communicate with heaven, hell, and the nether realms. They had heard stories that had been passed down for some generations about what wolves were like long ago, but none of it was confirmed because nearly all had been killed or died off. So they wanted to see if you could actually do all the things from the legends they heard about your people. For all they knew, you could fly.

You hesitated for a moment, trying your best to think of something, anything that you could do that would shut him up and prove your point. But everything you thought of required you to be much stronger than you currently were. None of the visible powers you had were working right now due to the small amount of silver still running through your system. Even if you were working at full strength and weren’t hurt, you had never been able to use your powers to their full extent do to something having been wrong with you since birth.

“… I- I cant.” You sighed in defeat while bringing your head down to look at your hands.

“Why not?” He wondered aloud, not even really meaning to tease you, he just let the innocent question slip from his lips without thinking.

“Because I got hurt and I have no way to get better! My entire pack is dead! Everyone I love is dead! I don’t have a mate! I need some sort of connection to the people around me to heal faster and I don’t have one anymore! I need one or the other to have my powers come back this quickly after such a traumatic incident and I have neither! I’m fucked up and I’ve been fucked up for a long time okay!” You snapped, your eyes now bleeding and turning emerald green from anger as you yelled at him.

Once you saw his confused and remorseful expression, you quickly closed your eyes and turned around to try and calm down. You didn’t mean to go after him like that, but you were already very worried about your own health not coming back and the taunting tone in his voice just made you break. You could feel the hurt in his heart. It made you want to cry, you didn’t mean to yell at him. You were just a very touchy person who had been asked about a very touchy subject.

“I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get upset. I just- I’m concerned for myself and this conversation… well it made the concerns I already had skyrocket. But that’s not your fault. You would’ve had no way of knowing that. I apologize for getting mad at you over something so childish.” You earnestly said, trying your best to look him in the eyes without blushing from embarrassment.

He quickly moved his head down to look at his lap. He understood your pain. He could feel it everyday. You were his mate, he already did have a connection to you. He knew when you were sad or hurt or worried. He knew that you weren’t just in physical pain, but emotional pain as well. He wished he could take it all away from you so you never felt a negative feeling again. But he just couldn’t. Though, he was upset at himself for making it worse for you. Why did he always have to try and stir the pot? Couldn’t he just leave well enough alone? Couldn’t he just be cool around you and know when to stop?

“It’s okay. I… I understand what it’s like. To not have anyone I mean. I didn’t realize that you actually had to have those things in order to heal better though. With wolves now, we don’t necessarily have to have those things. I mean having them helps, but we get better eventually anyways as long as we get the wound cleaned properly. I didn’t know it was different for you...” He bit his lip as he continued, “But you know, our pack can be your pack, if you want anyway. There’s an opening for another ticking time bomb now that Chan’s found a mate. You’d be perfect for the job” he joked, though you could tell he was serious at the offer for you to join the pack.

“Yeah… how much does it pay an hour?” You played along, trying to lighten the mood from the tension you had made appear due to your little anger outburst.

You hurriedly propped yourself up on the table next to Jihoon, who gave you a small smile in return. It gave you goosebumps all over your skin. So you were thankful you had grabbed a large sweater the pack had given you before you went downstairs this morning.

You were given a bunch of them. They made you feel safe, and you loved the way they smelt. So when the other mates apologized and said they didn’t have many ‘girly clothing items’ to give you as getting clothing was sparse at the moment, you didn’t complain. You were perfectly content with your bigger clothing.

When you sat up on the table, you smelt the same scent of vanilla and honeysuckle that you nostrils had been absorbing from the clothing given to you…

“Not a lot.” Jihoon confessed, “we only offer housing, protection, and being around people who would do anything for you. But honestly, you could do a lot worse in terms of a career.” He bit his lip once more, the action drawing a small pur from your chest, which you tried to cover with a small cough. Of course he still caught the sound though. You weren’t even sure why looking at him made you that happy. The sound made Jihoon swoon, he loved that he already had such an impact on you.

“Of course there’s also some downside like with all jobs… like having to constantly break up fights, having a complete jackass for a mate, and well… you know… sharing bathrooms…” he trailed on, rubbing his neck while he attempted to make it seem like the middle part was casual.

“Wait! A complete WHAT for a WHO and WHERE was I???” You all but yell out in shock, making Jihoon wince.

He couldn’t tell if you were upset that he’d just burst it out like that. He honestly couldn’t even tell if you knew you were his mate or not. He didn’t know if you WANTED a mate or not. From what he knew of you, you usually stayed away from people unless you had to be around them. You told the others that staying alone is how you’d survived all these centuries. But Would you make an exception to your rules for survival to stay with him?

“Uh… yeah. A mate. That would- that would be me. I’m your mate…” He whispered, attempting as best as he could to regain control of his heartbeat that was now almost pounding out of his chest.

That’s when it all clicked in your head. Why they let you eat first with the mates, with the OTHER mates. You were one of them. It’s why they found you when you needed help, he must’ve felt you were in danger. It’s why you didn’t die that day even though your wounds would’ve been normally fatal even to you, because he was near you and never left your side. It’s why you weren’t scared of him like everyone else, you knew he’d never hurt you because he loved you. It’s why the pack always giggled anytime you and Jihoon would get near each other. It’s why the smell on your sweaters and his smell were so familiar, he gave them to you because you were his. You two were mates. It all made sense.

“We’re- we’re mates?” You reaffirmed out loud, but you started to feel dizzy. You weren’t sure what was happening.

Everything was going too fast, it felt like you were moving in slow motion but the entire world was spinning as fast as it could around you. The edges of your vision started becoming fuzzy and dark. You started to feel like you were going to pass out, but before you could fall flat on your face to the floor, Jihoon caught your fragile body in his arms.

“Yes. We are. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but I wanted to give you some time to adjust to being around normal people before I told you.” He assured you as he started moving towards the stairs, bringing you to his room and setting you down on his bed. He was incredibly worried for you, he could hear your heart rate slowing by the second.

“You might need to lay down. You don’t look well” he spoke softly as he held the back of one of his larger hands to your clammy forehead.

“Yeah… okay… rest… that makes sense… I’m sorry I- I just wasn’t expecting-” You tried to say as you start to give into the panicking darkness, not wanting to fight the urge to black out anymore.

“It’s okay. It’s a lot to take in. Just try and sleep okay?” He shushed you as he moved his blankets over your petite form, hesitant to touch you as he didn’t want to make matters worse. But his inner wolf was screaming at him to hold you and rock you to help you.

Everything you had heard about Jihoon told you he wasn’t someone who could have a relationship. All the others always talked about him wanting no one around him ever. They called him a grumpy old rogue wolf who miraculously got stuck in their pack. They said that He did things his own way. He did things alone. So did you.

“Jihoon, how the hell are we supposed to be together when we’re both lone wolves?” You whimpered out to him before everything went dark.

Another Author’s Note: alright so you guys know the drill. I wrote this close to midnight and I’m too tired to care about revising rn. So i shall look at it and fix any mistakes tomorrow when I get the time. Tomorrow I don’t think I’ll be praying more than once. Sorry, I’m working a doubt shift. But Wednesday I’m hoping to post three times! Here’s to hoping!

(Updated 9/6)

[goldenlaquer]

Hey, can I ask for some headcanons, please? For Gin, Toshi, Sougo and Kamui. About how they were in a fight, separated from their so and something happened like an exposion or whatever, anyway the main point is that they thought that their so have died but later they see her alive and relatively unharmed. So the headcanons of them when they thought they lost their so and when they see that she is ok. Sorry, this is so specific and long, I'm just a slut for some angst and I love your writings

Thank you for the support and sorry for the wait! I don’t know if I’m that much good at conveying angst but let’s bring on the feels! 

Gintama Headcanons: 

Hijikata Toushirou: 

Hijikata stands on top of a pile of rubble, and surveys the destruction around him. 

His hands don’t shake. His feet are firm against the ground. His shoulders are straight and rigid against the fleeting wind. Smoke escapes him in steady stream, and when he inhales in, the dust and fire of the air sticks to the walls of his lungs like sludge. 

To the men who stop to look at their vice-commander with their ugly concerns plastered on their ugly mugs: He’s fine. 

To the Gorilla who can’t stop asking him the question every ten minutes and that, he really should take a break or else at this rate, he’ll collapse: He’s fine. 

To the brat who stubbornly stays by his side like spit-up gum on the sole of his shoe: He’s fine, damn it, so go do your job and leave him alone. 

For once, Sougo doesn’t have anything clever to quip back at him. He doesn’t need to-- the silence between them speaks better than words. And Hijikata hates what it says, so he turns back to the grey landscape, eyes darting and sifting through the mangled and charred parts to see something, anything that is you. 

Nothing. 

He reaches for a cigarette, pulls it out of his pocket like second nature. The lighter is the trickier to work. The blasted thing refuses to flicker on. Oh, the cigarette falls down. Hijikata bends to pick it up. He tries again. The cigarette falls down. He stares at it. His shoe crushes it. He’s stomping down hard. Sougo is still silent, watching. Hijikata doesn’t care. 

The facade of normalcy is gone. Here he is: Taking his frustrations out on a sad little cig, like it’s the cause of all his fucking problems, like it’s going to bring you back. Harsh pants come out of his mouth, and in another series, they’d sound like something akin to sobs, but his face is dry.

“Hijikata.” He ignores Sougo. The cigarette is reduced to paper and dry leaves scuffed against concrete. “Hijikata.” He doesn’t answer.

Okita, with an eye-roll, kicks Hijikata square in the back and knocks him off the pile. 

Sougo, what the fuck? He. Is. Mourning. Hijikata has always known Sougo to be insensitive, but this is blatantly crossing several lines and he clearly doesn’t have the emotional capacity to deal with. 

But if it’s a fight that bastard wants, Hijikata will give it to him. He leaps up from the ground, ready to hand Sougo an express ticket to hell, misty eyes narrowing in anger as he looks up

and the breath is knocked out of him in a way that years of chain-smoking had miraculously failed to do 

Standing before him, white particles clinging to your clothes, hair, and eyebrows, is the damn most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. The feet move faster than he can process, and by the time his arms are around you and he’s breathing in the scent he thought he’d lost forever

“Fuck.” Because that’s the only appropriate response he can say without his voice cracking. “Don’t do that again.”

Kamui:

Loss is not a new thing. It was in the labored rise and fall of his mother’s chest, the pallidness of her white skin. The feel of his sister’s small hands, fisting in his clothes and pleadingly tugging back, her blue eyes wide and wet. It was in the looming shape of his father’s retreating back.

But there were other, worthier things to focus on. The pain in his knuckles slamming against bone and muscle. The taut stretch of his lips as he licks his wounds, tasting metal and victory. The title of ‘Universe’s Strongest’ nearly within his grasp. He didn’t have time for the weak. Didn’t have time to be weak.

Loss is not new, and yet there is something about this loss. Now, Loss is a sentient being, latching to his throat and squeezing as he grapples through the mud.

Abuto’s face is too blank and too careful. His voice is low and calm and reasoning, and he is saying things, but Kamui doesn’t listen. The words ‘she’ and ‘gone’ don’t mix, they don’t make any sense, so why should he listen? He digs and digs and digs, not hearing, he can’t, his ears and eyes are filled with the same muddy brown that must also be filling yours. Kamui works even faster, his nails splintering against the rocks embedded in the wet ground.

Hair released from its braid, trussed and caked in dirt. Pupils dilated, black swallowing blue. His face abnormally slack as he claws in frenzy, in desperation at the ground like a wild animal.

There are few things in this world Kamui can’t fight. No matter his strength, one cannot simply beat Mother Nature into submission. But there is no excuse. If he cannot save one woman from something as stupid as dirt, then what is the point? What use is his strength? He didn’t leave that tiny, rainy planet, ignoring all the things left behind with it, to become this weakling who couldn’t even manage to keep you by his side like he promised.

He’s a young brat again, helplessness coloring every pore. A damsel in distress. Someone who can’t save, but needs saving. He is no different than the baldy. Unable to keep promises. Unable to protect. Unable to do anything. Was he always this fragile? Pathetic.

Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic. The word is a punishing mantra in his mind.

Something crashes into him. It’s not near enough to make him pause in his digging, but the something is tugging on his clothes. Incoherent, muffled shouting in his ears. He doesn’t pay it any mind because mud keeps slipping back in place despite all his useless strength and you’re still trapped, waiting for him--

“KAMUI!”

He blinks in surprise, snapping from the heavy cloud covering his mind. He’s flat on the ground, staring up at you. How he got there, he doesn’t know, but you are here in front of him, covered head-to-toe in mud and crying.

He is silent, watching as you blubber concerns and curses. A curious hand reaches out to your face in wonder, carefully tracing the path that a salty tear had made down your cheek. The familiarity of your soft skin warms his numb body and a small smile emerges from his lips.

As you sit on top of him, crying not because you are scared but because he’s such a stupid idiot, he realizes that that he isn’t all alone just yet, that there’s one thing that refuses to leave him. 

Okita Sougo: 

It’s happening again. And it honestly makes him want to laugh. 

He doesn’t believe in it, karma, but when you think that you’ve gotten used to the pain of losing someone you love, his rotten, black heart has to go and get ripped out for the second time as if he forgot, as if he needed reminding that there’s no way someone like him deserves something as good as happiness. There’s no other explanation to this shit luck other than that, for the accumulation of every filthy deed he’s done with his filthy hands and every fucking sin he has committed once and twice and will most definitely commit thrice, someone has to pay for it. 

And because Karma is two bitches and a half, that someone wasn’t him. 

There it is. The laughter finally comes out as he looks at the torn fabric in his clenched fist. It comes out harsh and hollow and, if you listened hard enough, choked, but who’s checking? Not him. Not Mitsuba. And certainly not you. 

He reported it to the vice-commander himself, voice robotic, telling how he was walking front of you when it happened, how the enemy somehow managed to predict your movements and ambushed the both of you on a bridge, how he had been unable to react in time to stop the silver flash of a knife and how the world tilted, too fast and too slow, and that there was a piece of hanging rope that he managed to snag on to with one hand and when he blindly flashed out the other to grasp at you, reaching through free air and snatching at cloth, it ripped from his fingers, and you fell to the chasm below.  Deep enough, Okita said as he looked straight into Hijikata’s eyes, that death would be quick and painless.

If nothing else could go right for him, then at least for this, he hoped, even fucking prayed, that it was painless.

Hijikata doesn’t react to the report with anything unnecessary, just a stiff upper lip and an “okay” before he walks off to stand somewhere far enough, yet close enough. For all their differences, Hijikata knows. He understands losing youthful love, and that the pity that comes with it is nothing more than steaming trash. In this way and other ways that he’d sooner eat shit than to admit aloud, Okita is grateful for him.  

He stops mid mirthless chuckle to shove the hand holding what’s left of  you up to his eyes, slanting his head downwards so his bangs cover what he doesn’t want the world to know what he’s somehow still capable of. Hijikata is tactfully looking away. Over the distance, Kondo is bellowing orders to his men who keep a wide berth from the spot where their 1st Division Captain stands. This is the only opportunity he can afford to be an eighteen year old again. Sougo swallows thickly, feeling the roughness of fabric dampen against his eyelids. 

Acutely, he hears the sound of footsteps. It is slow and steady and he thinks that they belong Kondo at first but the weight of them is too light for a gorilla. Before he can process this information further, the steps halt for several long seconds before starting again, this time faster and more urgent, lurching in his direction. Hijikata mutters an astounded “shit” but  for whatever reason doesn’t move to intercept. Okita really isn’t in the mood to deal with dumbasses but the sword by his side is already unsheathed and he’s aiming his red eyes to glare at whoever the fuck--

Arms wrap around his waist. A face burrows into his chest. His knees almost give out, but his name is Okita Sougo and he has already maxed out his whiny bitch points for the next decade. Instead, he drops his sword to cup the back of your very-much-alive head, caressing the wet silk of it before threading his trembling fingers through the strands to

sharply tug you from his chest and grasp your cheeks with one hand, squeezing your expression to that of a startled fish. 

“Now,” Okita murmers, the smirk on his lips at odds with how fucking great it feels to see you again. “What should I do with you?”

Sakata Gintoki:

Before they say anything, he knows. 

He has seen that type of expression too many times to ever forget the set jaw, the horrible attempt at stilling a trembling bottom lip, the unshed tears of eyes that can’t seem to stop roving, unable to face the recipient of bad news for more than half a second, and the pallidness of knuckles straining against skin, holding onto their clothes like a lifeline. 

He knows this expression so well he can gaze down at Shinpachi and Kagura with well-placed apathy, perfectly appearing as if his lungs aren’t threatening to collapse on itself when he notices who is not there with them, and tell them in his same old way to stop sucking on their teeth and finish what they can’t seem to get out because he has an appointment at the pachinko parlor at four and if they don’t finish up this job by three-thirty he is going to dock their nonexistent pay by 80%. It hides the rising nausea and stone weight of the stomach well. 

This time, however, his casual rudeness doesn’t make them react the way he wants them to, it only makes them fold into themselves even further. 

The thing is, no matter how many times you see it and know better than to entertain it, there’s always this one glimmer of hope, so ridiculously strong that you’d gladly pray to anyone and everyone, even if you don’t really believe, because if anything is possible then it better be possible that this isn’t bad news, or that even if it is bad news then the worst of the pinched expression is just a by-product of eating food gone bad or the pain of an ingrown toenail, that it isn’t about someone dying or dead. 

But life rarely goes like that, and Gintoki lives in an extra-shittier life compared to most people. 

When you stumble across them, hair singed and smelling of gunpowder and smoke, there is something so thick and so wrong with the air, something that makes you stop from crying out in elation at seeing the people you love most. Shinpachi is fastidiously rubbing his eyes and Kagura has her face buried against Sadaharu’s fur and Gintoki

Gintoki looks alone. And you don’t think you have ever seen him look like that, so withdrawn into himself that even if he is surrounded by people, there’s nothing that can come close to him, nothing that can ease the dull bleakness of his eyes and the defeated hunch of his shoulders. He looks like a single thread worn too thin, on the verge of snapping. He looks like nothing matters anymore. Nothing. 

You dislike it. You hate it. You hate it so much, to see this man turn into something so unfamiliar and terrifying and gut out. You don’t know this Gintoki. You want the other one back, the one who wouldn’t hesitate to smear dog shit and boogers on the back of your jacket and the one who doesn’t really mind it when you take a sip of his spoiled strawberry milk. 

So when you shout out loudly, so loud that vibrates the space, that you’re here and alive and that you didn’t, couldn’t die because how could such a measly explosion off you when there were idiots waiting back home for you, to see Kagura and Shinpachi fly to you, screaming and whooping as they open their arms wide for your hug, snot running down their noses, and Gintoki snap his head up, disbelieving at first, yet searching your form with a speck of hope that brings life back to his dead eyes, and when he finds whatever he was searching for, he goes to you on steady feet, folding his arms around the group, gaze still drinking your form up as he leans across Shinpachi’s and Kagura’s heads to bump his forehead against yours, his breath sighing out something like relief-- it almost makes you cry, or maybe it does because you can feel something wet trailing down your face.

Gintoki is silent for the most part, because Kagura and Shinpachi are doing most of the talking for him, but when he does speak, it is to say: 

“Damn, there goes the life insurance money.” 

[cuinnamonbun]

Hi again! I got another HC idea. 😌

How would the brothers + angels react to a laidback Muslim MC whose also really violent? Like their mood switch flips instantly lmao

Aye, wassup friend! Regarding your ask, at this point you’re just describing ME lmao, somedays I really do just wake up and choose violence 😭 aite let’s do this 😎

The Demon Brothers + Angels Reacting to a Laidback Muslim!MC Turning Violent

Lucifer

At first this man loves MC and the amount of calm and composure that they have

Though he finds it irritating when he’s threatening them and they would just look up at him with the most dull expression on their face (like seriously human, you should be SCARED)

But still, with how chaotic his brothers are, he appreciates a collected and peaceful demeanour whenever he finds it and MC is breath of fresh air even if he won’t admit it

Silence with them always felt comforting and never awkward

One day, he noticed that MC was rather tense and rigid and had asked them if they were fine to which they replied yes through gritted teeth

Sensing that perhaps they were not in the best of moods, he let them go only to hear them politely ask Mammon to get out of their room

Of course our resident dumbass (affectionate) refused in an attempt to tease them, only to be YEETED from the room and into the hallway where Lucifer was standing with a bewildered look on his face

MC was standing by the door with a dark look in their eyes and the most sinister looking scowl that could rival Satan’s before they slammed the door shut in their faces

When he finally got over his shock, he would be extremely, extremely enthused

He will now spend his free time trying to rile up MC just so he can see them lose their temper again

He couldn’t help himself. He knew that Islam emphasises heavily on the virtues of patience as a sign of piety and so he just assumes that MC would just,,,,never yield to anything

This is when he realises he has a corruption kink ok sorry not sorry

May or may not pop a boner if/when he succeeds and they blow up (not literally) in his face

Mammon

He adores this human. Partly because he’s head over heels in love with them he hardly has anyone to drag with him along with his schemes and this human just seems to be down for anything, and mostly because they’re always so coolheaded

It allows him to pull off his plans without a hitch because MC’s composure allows them to be able to think up a quick solution whenever the two of them inevitably face a brick wall during one of Mammon’s schemes

With them around, Mammon would be 15% richer than he would be if he went alone so he’s keeping them around thank u very much

The first time he witnessed them turn violent is when the two of them were hanging out in his room when Levi bursted in, screaming his head off about how Mammon stole his wallet (he didn’t) and that the limited edition Ruri-chan collection was dropping soon in 24 hours and yada yada yada

And when he found out that Mammon didn’t, in fact, steal it, Levi wouldn’t apologise, oh no no no no. Rather, he would proceed to insult and degrade his brother until MC finally have had enough and went. off.

Seriously, the two demons were so shocked that the usually chill human was now on their feet and threatening to ‘deck Levi over the head WWE style if he didn’t quit it with the insults’ that the two brothers just stopped arguing

If Mammon weren’t so astounded, he would’ve found the whole thing hilarious because here is one of the rulers of Hell, turning white as a sheet as he is being cussed out by a small, furious human

After their long-winded (and frankly terrifying) speech that were riddled with not-so-subtle threats, Levi mumbled an apology and quickly shuffled out of the room with his tail between his legs and MC just plopped back down on his couch with their usual dull expression back on their face as if they didn’t just go on a tirade just seconds prior

Mammon’s love for the MC increased tenfold right then and there

Leviathan

Oh, you’re really quiet and laidback? Cool.

He doesn’t really care about it but he does enjoy having them around during his gaming sessions or when he needs a buddy to watch anime with him because they’re the only ones who would listen to him prattle on about theories and endings whilst enjoying the game/anime

He also vents to them A LOT and is the first person he seeks whenever he’s annoyed or frustrated by his brothers

He was heading over to the living room for movie night with his brothers and MC when he found his brothers all bickering with one another (no shocker there) and MC sitting on the couch reading a hard cover book

Of course, once they saw him enter, he was immediately dragged into the argument about which movie they were gonna watch

Now as the otaku of the family, Levi’s pretty very vocal and highly opinionated about the type of film they should watch for movie night and he dislikes it whenever someone would argue with him on his choice of film

So when Satan told him to his face that his movie selection sucked and he should just leave his input out, Levi would be so, so, SO offended and upset which was evident from his expression alone

Before he could defend himself though, a book suddenly went hurtling through the air and hit Satan right in the middle of his forehead like a bullseye

At first Satan was FURIOUS but it quickly died down when all the brothers finally realised where the book had come from: MC’s direction

They all turned to see an irritated look on their usually placid face and dominant arm raised as if they’d just thrown a shot put

“Oops. My hand slipped,” they said monotonously before sauntering away from the now-quiet living room

Levi is now cautious of accidentally angering MC, but he can’t help that moe feeling that MC actually threw that book in his defense

Satan

As the Avatar of Wrath, Satan is extremely attuned to people’s rage and MC is no different

He was honestly the only one out of his brothers who wouldn’t be surprised if one day MC woke up and chose violence

I mean, he usually keeps his wrath under wraps, hiding it well with an easy smile and friendly demeanour and he could tell that MC was the same

He knew that no one human could ever have that high amount of patience, especially when dealing with his brothers, doesn’t matter if they’re religious or not

In fact, he was waiting for the day he would finally see them snap and release all the pent up rage he knew they bottle carefully within themselves

Of course it happened when Asmo would not stop pestering MC about going to the club

As MC is a Muslim, it’s not a surprise that they’re against going to places like clubs, casinos or bars

Usually MC was able to tune out Asmo’s pleas like white noise but it was when Asmo turned to physically dragging them that became the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back

The poker-faced MC now looked more like an Avatar of Wrath than Satan himself

Satan only watched in amusement as MC dug their heels in the pavement, cradled a confused Asmo’s face in their hands...and pulled his cheeks with a bright smile and the most ominous look in their eyes before telling him ‘fuck off before I proceed to give all of ur prized makeup and skincare for Mammon to sell and use our pact to make u watch as he earns his cash’ in the sweetest way possible

Asmo no longer pesters them to join him clubbing

Satan: I’d just like to say, I’m your biggest fan

Asmodeus

Asmo loves loves LOVES having this human around because they always let him use them as his own personal doll

That means impromptu fashion shows in his room, makeovers, spa days, mani-pedis you name it

So he always assumed they were this paragon of patience and stoicism, never once losing their cool

The first time he saw them turn violent was when the two of them were walking down to the kitchen with Asmo chatting their ear off about some scandal this succubus has found herself in with these two demon best friends while they just listened and occassionally chiming in

When they reached the kitchen however, they found Beel by the kitchen, no shocker there

But MC had stopped dead in their tracks because right there in his hands was the chilled lemon soufflé that they’d been making for Lucifer (upon his request)

It’d taken them hours to perfect the dessert to Lucifer’s standards and they’d left it in the fridge to chill before serving it to him for tea time

So when Beel raised the now-empty glass to show to MC with a happy look on his face, it was enough to send them over the edge and scream bloody murder to the brothers’ surprise

Beel will apologise sheepishly but MC will force him to remake the dessert without letting him eat anything until it is perfect

It was torture for him and Asmo vows to never unintentionally set them off again because...holy shit MC

Beelzebub

Beel is a chill dude most of them time when he’s not hungry

All he wants is for his brothers to stay safe, happy and healthy and he’s a happy demon 🥺

He likes having a laidback MC around whether it’s during studying, snacking or even when he’s working out

Their presence is always so calming and comforting for him since their lax nature just reminds him so much of Belphie

The first time he saw them truly angry was when they’d found out that their favourite sweater that they brought back from the human world had been destroyed and discarded in the trash

As it turned out, Belphie had been rumaging through their room for something to snuggle with while MC had been away at Purgatory Hall and found their sweater

In an unfortunate string of events, a loose thread from the sweater had caught on the end of a door latch and the sleepy Belphegor hadn’t enough patience at the time to gently untangle it

Instead, he forcefully yanked it, causing the sweater to tear

Deciding that it’s better to just grab their blanket or something, Belphie discarded the article of clothing in the trash before stealing their blanket and stalking away to the attic for a nap

When MC found out, they. were. furious.

That means a lot of smashing, screaming and shouting until Beelzebub or Lucifer finally managed to calm them down

He’s sad that MC is so angry at his twin but he never wanted to see MC lose their temper like that ever again

Belphegor

Exam season was rapidly approaching at RAD and that means more assignments, quizzes and tests 

For the average student, it also means sleepless nights, mental breakdowns and consuming a concerning amount of caffeine

For Belphegor, he simply couldn’t give a shit

No amount of exams is scary enough to get his ass out of bed and study 

And like his other brothers, he assumed the same for MC

They always had that poker face on them as they studied and they never once argued or talked back to one of his brothers even though they were being so annoying and irritating (to him) and were clearly disturbing their revision time

He sees the hard work that they’re putting in their studies and reputation and even though they hide it behind a blasé mask, he knew they were exhausted

It was up to Belphegor to recognise their cues and force them to take breaks by napping with him

He was peacefully napping in the common room beside a studying MC, patiently waiting for their 25 minute break from their pomodoro session when Lucifer had walked in and begun to bark chores at them that even woke up the younger demon beside them

And to their surprise, rather than wordlessly carrying out his commands like the demons had expected them to, MC slammed their pen down on the coffee table and yelled at him

MC: you know what, Lucifer? Why don’t you take your ***** and ****** then shove it up your ****** and let’s not forget to *****, you little ***** ***** *****!!!

Belphegor had never been more proud and concerned for this little human who was far too brave for their own good

Simeon

It’s said by everyone who knew him that Simeon is always so calm and composed, always greeting everybody with a kind smile and gentle eyes

He never once loses his cool, but that doesn’t mean that he does not feel anger from time to time

Like Satan, Simeon is understanding of MC’s anger and would never reprimand them for blowing up

Anger is healthy after all

He has expressed concern before for MC’s mental wellbeing as they were far too patient for their own good

Of course, in all his years of living, he has seen remarkable humans with superhuman patience before like the Prophets Muhammad and Jesus (peace be upon them) but even that was because they had divine intervention 

The first time he saw them finally snap was when the two of them were enjoying a pleasant walk towards the House of Lamentation from RAD when Mammon and Levi appeared out of nowhere and began fighting again

It had been non-stop screaming, insulting and fighting with these two for almost three weeks now and MC was so, so, sooo close to yeeting them off the side of a cliff

Their composure finally snapped when Mammon and Levi had been roughhousing so close to them that they accidentally stepped on Simeon’s robe (or is it more of a cape?? idk) and tore a small hole in it

Simeon has never been more surprised to see MC roar at them and begin a stern lecture that reminded him so terribly of Lucifer

He was so amused that he couldn’t help but laugh when they forced the two to apologise to him before dragging them over to the House by their ears, completely ignoring their desperate cries for mercy 

It was a hilarious sight and he would’ve recorded that entire scene on his DDD if he weren’t so hopeless with technology

Luke

MY SONNN

Luke is reminded of Simeon when he first got to know MC

They were always so collected and level-headed even though they were thrown in Hell out of the blue for an exchange programme that lasts a whole year

He never understood how they could be so chill with living with 7 demons under one roof though like??? hello????? human are u functioning well?

But he likes having them around because they’re always so nice to him and always keen on spending time with him

Which is where he finally saw them snap

The two of them were carrying their cupcakes that they’d made for their picnic date alongside Simeon and Solomon and had left them on the table for a few minutes while they went to gather the rest of the supplies

They came back to see that the cupcakes had been ravaged by Mammon, Levi and Beel who all looked so pleasantly happy munching on their hard work

Luke was extremely distraught and upset over this and protective MC will NOT tolerate this kind of behaviour to their son

So using the power of the pacts, they forced the brothers to grovel at his feet and apologise by doing whatever Luke wants them to do

He wants a glass of water? LEVI GET UR ASS TO THE KITCHEN RN! He wants pizza? MAMMON U RUN UR CUT LIL BUTT TO HELL’S KITCHEN AND GET HIM A LARGE PIZZA STAT! He wants to be fed? BEEL U BETTER MOVE THAT FOOD FROM UR MOUTH SON AND FEED IT TO HIM ASAP!

Luke secretly enjoys it but he still can’t help but feel kinda bad for the brothers and slightly scared of MC now

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Humans are Space orcs, “Revelation.”

Hey guys, I had a bunch of trouble writing last night for some reason, but I managed to get something out, so I hope you like it :) 

“So what do you think, am I more of a Han Solo type or a Captain Kirk type because you know if I am being honest it really depends. I think I would like to think of myself as a Han Solo type, you know dashing and sarcastic, the hero you want to have come in to save the day, but Captain Kirk I can also see. You see I make dumb decisions sometimes and get everyone into trouble. Oh oh oh!! wait ! How about Captain Malcom Renylds. I feel like he is just enough of an idiot and just enough of a badass to work, what do you think detective?”

The Detective groaned loudly and took a long slow breath, “Admiral, listen to m-”

“You know I was also thinking about other parallels. You know how about that old animated movie Titan EA. I think I kind of look like Cale, and Sunny acts just a bit like Stith, you know, the angry chick with big legs. I liked captain Korso of course, just for simple aesthetic reasons, than he had to go and be a bad guy, but damn that redemption arc was surprising and well timed, at least I think, others may disagree.”

“ADMIRAL VIR I-”

“You know I have seen every space related science fiction movie and TV show that ever existed, and I am totally cool to keep talking. I mean I have to pass the time somehow until my lawyer gets here. You see my mother always said I liked to talk. I talked early, in fact, my brothers don’t like the fact that I talk so much, they say I talk TOO much, can you believe that.”

With an angry yawl like a Cat who just got their tail stepped on, the detective rose to his feet, hands to his head, “That is IT, that is IT. We will continue this interrogation LATER.” He turned on his heels and stormed out of the room muttering to himself the entire way, “I need a break.”

Adam Vir watched him go with an expression of pure innocence on his face as the door closed, only to morph into an expression of devilish amusement not dissimilar to that of the grinch in his original animated form. He leaned back in his chair resting his hands behind his head. The Detective had seen fit to undue his cuffs as it might make him more cooperative. The irony being that he would totally love to cooperate if someone was willing to cooperate with him, and actually believe his story.

He cleared his throat wishing he had accepted the drink of water offered to him earlier. He had been talking for about five hours now, straight. Apparently a filibuster isn’t just something you can use in politics. It is apparently a very effective way of driving young and inexperienced detectives insane.

He smugly leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

Interrogation techniques were designed to work on the guilty, or, if done wrong, on the slow, but he was neither of those things. Granted he was kind of an idiot, but he was more of an idiot in the way of his idols like captain Kirk and Malclom reynolds and less of an idiot like every disney villain’s cronies. He was smart just…. Selectively.

He cracked an eye as the door opened opposite.

At first he expected to see the detective ready to go another round already, but instead a group of Drev guards walked in. He smiled his best winning smile at them and rose from his seat, “Back to the cells boys.”

The Drev didn’t say anything.

He tried a different tactic, “Zhad chal dana tsa najastich.” May the sun watch over you: A traditional, and respectful, Drev greeting 

The two creatures pulled up in their tracks.

“Tsa Dzhal cheeych” You speak Drev

“Yid.” Yes 

His little greeting had the desired effect, and soon he had the two Drev warriors conversing like two Rundi at a political debate. They laughed together as they walked down the halls of the precinct.

Still in Drev, the three of them continued to converse, Adam talking animatedly, “So then I told him that I can’t hit kids right,  and he was all like. Then you can fight me.”

“What happened.”

“Got my ass beat. You don’t just challenge a sentinel to open combat as a rookie, and you know, at only six feet tall.”

The Drev chirped with laughter, coming around the corner to nearly run face first into the Detective who was open mouthed and staring, holding a fresh mug of coffee before him. The Drev’s laughter died down seconds to late, and the man narrowed his eyes, glowering at them.

“What are you doing?”

Adam turned to look at the other drev, “Tin Najastich.” watch this.

HE turned to look back at the Detective, “Ne’e j’ya eeneenat nehtehich.” He can’t understand us.  He didn’t do much, but he could tell by the face the detective made, he had done it right. 

It was a little trick he had learned from Sunny, a Drev dialect that tended to cause breaks in the middle of words as if adding a apostrophe, while simultaneously pronouncing all the ts and ks as clicks, the ts as a forward mouth clicks and the ks glottal clicks at the back of the throat. Either way, it was like putting on a thick southern accent to confuse an alien translator, and it seemed, it simultaneously worked for Drev.

The Drev began to laugh and babble at each other in the dialect as the detective sat there in frustrated anger, “What are they saying!” He demanded.

Adam frowned allowing his face to go straight as he deadpanned, “I wouldn’t know. I am xenopobic and would never dane to learn an alien language, you know, like Drev, or Vrul, or.” he leaned towards the Dredv, “I am currently working on learning tesraki.”

The Drev continued to laugh as they pulled him back towards his cell.:

Adam grinned and waved at the Tesraki guard as he walked past, “You know I have it on good authority that stock prices are about to go way up for holywood inc. They are working on becoming intergalactic. I would suggest getting on that bandwagon”

The Tesraki looked surprised, but grinned and waved at him as he was moved into the other room.

Behind him, the Detective was practically blowing steam out of his ears as the door slammed shut.

***

The human glanced over at Krill for the fifteenth time eyes wide in an expression of barely concealed terror.

Krill would have rolled his eyes if his eyes could roll.

Catching the look, Sunny frowned and leaned in, “You did threaten to eat him.”

Krill scoffed, “I don’t even have TEETH sunny, how was I supposed to eat him!” He turned to glance over at the man who was still giving him a bit of a side eye. He frowned, “Well, I suppose blending him up and turning him into a meat smoothie could work.”

It became pretty evident in the next few seconds that they hadn’t been speaking quietly enough, at least when it came to the comment about a meat smoothie.

Krill waved him off with a hand, “Oh just ignore us, now when is this meeting supposed to take place.”

“Ten minutes, maybe.”

Sunny tilted her head back, looking overhead at the darkened sky and approaching rain. 

It was just beginning to drizzle when the man nodded and pointed forward into the darkness, “There.”

Sunny squinted hard, just barely able to make out a shadowy shape slipping through the darkness.

Sunny nudged him forward, “Well, go on. If you do this for us, I won’t let captain cannibal hurt you.”

WIth that urging, it didn’t take long for the man to vanish off into the dark, boots slapping on the wet concrete.

Krill turned to look at her in annoyance, “Its only considered cannibalism if you eat your own species.”

“Whatever,” She muttered, moving into a low crouch and slipping into the shadows off to the side. She managed to parallel the movement of their man for a few streets by ducking behind dumpsters and concealing herself within dark alcoves. At one time in her life she might have considered such actions to be heretical against her beliefs, but her opinions on such things had changed as of recently, and she continued to inch forward through the darkness.

Besides, this was about saving Adam.

Didn’t matter what she had to do, she was going to do it.

The human was close now stopping a few feet away from the shadow. The way the rain fell, it almost concealed the two figures as they spoke. Any bystander just passing by might not have noticed them, but Sunny was not just any bystander.

As the two figures disengaged, she had eyes only for one.

The human, likely scared out of his skin went sprinting off into the darkness likely thinking about krill and his meat blender, but his escape didn’t matter to Sunny. She could find him later if she had to, they had his name after all. What they didn’t have was knowledge about this strange hooded figure in black. The one who had paid the humans to incriminate adam, and themselves by proxy. 

Sunny didn’t know much about stealth as a general rule, but She, still, somehow managed to make it up the street without being seen, tailing the small dark figure. That was her first clue, whoever it was was either a very short human, or not human at all. Now that didn’t really narrow things down as there were several species who could fit into that category, burg iotins even some rundi, or a finnari to name a few. Not that she would ever assume a finnari of doing something like this.

She watched as the figure slipping into one of the large buildings, door shutting quietly behind it. She might have worried about losing the tail if she hadn’t already considered that, and lowjacked the package.

She crouched in the darkness her hands resting on the ground before her, eyes narrowed,

A soft rustling behind her, and she turned nearly jumping out of her skin as a figure scuttled from the darkness, its movements disjointed and aggressive.

“SHHH!” Krill hissed

She snorted fuming, “What the fuck, krill you scared the shit out of me.”

“What, why.”

“Oh I dont know, maybe it has been your recent pension for violence, or the fact that you keep talking about eating people, or your uncanny ability to sneak up behind me.”

“You know, I find all of this to be very insulting. You can stab people in the face, and adam can threaten to punch people in the trachea, but the moment I do something that is even slightly off color, it bothers everyone, and then people get all uppity.”

Sunny sighed, pulling her hood up over her head to block out the deluge, “Generally Adam and I don’t threaten to eat people, Krill. That is the difference.”

“Well no one ever told me there were rules.” He said, gripping onto sunny’s cloak as they inched forward into the darkness, following the signal towards the dark building. They didn’t take the same entrance as the cloaked figure, instead going for a more discreet entrance, finding themselves in a maintenance tunnel lined with pipes and power boxes.

The only illumination they got was afforded to them by the glowing dimness of red lights above and the occasional emergency strip. Somewhere, a distant roar alerted them to the presence of some sort of generator. 

They moved up the hall in near silence as the rumbling continued, and Sunny was forced to stop a few times, listening to the distant echoes of footsteps up the hallway though none of them ever came close enough to cause a real problem.

KRill followed at her back.

Soon enough, they had made it out of the maintenance corridors, following a set of slim metal steps upward and into a nice, tiled hallway. The make was very modern for Tesraki, emulating human style which was rather popular in the galaxy these days, and signified wealth despite the fact that humans were hardly the wealthiest of species.

Fake plants, or maybe real ones --sunny didn’t know-- lined the hallways as little fountains of water trickled through artificial streams on the floor.

The aesthetic was rather pleasing, giving an almost outdoor field inside a city that hadn’t seen green in over a thousand years.

They were almost to the end of the hall when sunny went very still freezing in her tracks fast enough to cause krill to plow into her open back.

“What are you doing.” krill hissed glancing over her shoulder, pausing when a pointed finger motioned him to the target.

“No. That can’t be right.

“I am afraid it is.” ***

Adam woke that night not knowing why.

It was almost as if he had hard a strange noise somewhere in the darkness, but when he sat up, the only thing he could see was the glowing blue/purple wall of the containment field.

He tried rolling over and going back to sleep, but something just felt wrong.

Eventually he forced himself to sit up and look around. In the galaxy, human intuition was nothing more than mere myth, but, despite what others said, he believed in it, and wasn’t about to ignore it’s prodding as it moved him up towards the edge of the containment field to peer into the darkness.

His eyes were almost immediately drawn to one of the other cells -- the one where his attackers had been staying--. Squinting past the glowing surface and into the darkness, he thought he could sense movement.

It was at that moment, that the containment field went down, and he was left blinking into the darkness backing away into his little field of light. When nothing happened, he inched forward and out into the darkness.

Had the containment field malfunctioned?

He took another step into the darkness before turning on the infrared on his mechanical eye and flipping up his eyepatch.

He immediately froze in palace gasping in shock.

“NO!”

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It’s Not Rabies, It’s . . . Ch. 3

Summary: Lunky gets to meet some more of the family.

A/N: This was a suggestion-request from the anon Nightfall on AO3. Which resulted in this story and since this one was getting a bit long it inspired a bit for the Visitation Day on Sunday which will be a lot less angsty.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

Chapter 3: Meet the Family

Bim was on stage when, apparently, Dark had contacted Wilford, saying to come to the Manor when they both finished up at the studio.

Which Dark tended not to do unless it was something serious. Usually he ordered Illinois and Yan to jump at his command.

But Wil took him home and they found Dark’s office empty. Which was strange because all his important meetings with them were in there.

There was talking in the living room and Wil quickly poked his head out of the room and let out a delighted gasp.

“Now who is this delightful little configuration of being?” Wilford threw open the door and Bim followed more hesitantly.

Bim stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Dark with a child in his arms. He looked at that kid and he could feel his hackles rising.

“Hello,” Wil leaned in close to the child, bracing his hands on his knees. “Are you lucky number seven?”

The spawnling screeched at Wil.

Wilford chuckled, absolutely delighted. “Is that so?”

The madman looked up at Dark with a huge smile, “Their hiss sounds a bit like your echo, Darky.”

“They’re Kay’s child,” Dark told Wil. “Their name is Lunky.”

“Really?” Wil’s enthusiasm didn’t dampen, he clapped his hands on his knees and stood up to look around. “Where is that boy?”

“Hey dad,” King smiled and waved at Wil from where he was sitting in an armchair.

“Congratulations my boy,” Wil moved to his side to clap his hand on King’s shoulder. “Who’s the lucky partner I’ve never met?”

“No one,” King told him. “I got stabbed by a soul splitter and almost died. It gave me a kid instead.”

“That sounds fake as shit,” Bim told him.

Lunky made a little screech.

Wilford roared with laughter, “Learn quick, don’t you?”

King surged up, “Are you teaching my kid to curse, I have to deal with that later.”

“Kid’ll learn sooner rather than later when Anti shows up,” Bim defended with a huge smile on his face as King stomped over to him.

Before King could shake or punch his younger brother, Dark spoke up, “Let’s not Kay.”

The animal magnet threw his arms up in the air, and glared at Bim, “Next time I get you alone you insufferable brat.”

Bim gave him a sharp toothy smile, “Try it Dolittle.”

“Bim, if you keep antagonizing him, you might not win,” Dark warned.

“So to clear the air, this is my nephew?” Bim asked, walking over to the spawnling who maintained eye contact with Bim and both of them began a low warning growl as Bim approached.

“Bim,” Dark warned, shielding Lunky with his aura. “They’re not competition, leave them alone.”

“That’s not why I’m growling,” Bim growled defensively.

“Then why are you growling?” Wil chuckled, leaning his elbows on the back of the couch and resting his chin on the palm of his hands.

Bim glared at Wil before huffing in frustration at Lunky.

“To answer your earlier question, no Lunky is not your brother. You were, to quote Beauregard, a “creation of pure science” and since I killed the other scientists it’s not happening again anytime soon. Besides there are already six of you, and you are all grown adults. Having another child would serve no purpose.”

“I could get a sister,” Yan called as she ran from upstairs with a binder of colored squares and started holding the colors up next to Lunky’s face. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some quality girl time around here?”

“I don’t control that,” Dark reminded her, neither he nor King moving Lunky away from her.

“Come now Darky, we’d get to have another angel running around the house,” Wil pouted.

“That’s what grandchildren are for,” Dark reminded.

“Yes but we have to give them back,” Wilford frowned sadly. Then he seemed to think about that. “We could not give them back.”

“Dad, I am right here,” King reminded. “We don’t live here.”

“A shame,” Wil commented, then he held his hands out. “May I hold them, pretty please?”

“Just don’t kidnap them,” King allowed.

Dark passed Lunky over to Wil, Lunky made an unhappy screeching cry and tried to hold onto Dark’s coat.

Wil chuckled, “Don’t worry, I’ll give you back to him.”

Lunky was suddenly very quiet, going completely limp, their eyes large dark orbs as they started devouring Wil’s aura.

“What a little delight,” Wil smiled. “Can they talk to animals too?”

“No, it’d be so much easier if they could,” King sighed.

Dark walked over and lessened the spells keeping Lunky 3-D and they popped back into their actual form. Wil almost dropped them but Dark caught the spawnling.

Lunky quickly stretched onto the wall and started investigating the room.

“Huh,” Bim commented, “weird gift, do they sleep on a drawing of a bed or an actual bed.”

King let out a bubbling, uncomfortable laugh, “They don’t.”

“What? Sleep?” Bim asked.

“Yes,” King answered. “I’ve barely been sleeping.”

Dark pulled a scroll from the Void and passed it over to King, “This is what I used to use on all of you.”

Looking Dark dead in the eye, King said, “You are the best, if this even works half as well as it did on me.”

Dark smirked at him.

The conversation kept going and Bim went off to hunt again and Wil raced off to the attic with Yan to find something. Leaving Dark, the Host, and King alone with Lunky in the living room. The spawnling seemed to be resting but King knew it wouldn’t last and he would actually go to sleep.

Lunky was resting against Dark’s shoulder, still a flat image, and Dark was just sitting in one of the armchairs, watching them rest.

“You know,” King commented. “When they’re like this, I kinda forget they can be an absolute nightmare.”

“Hopefully that spell works for you,” Dark replied.

“How long did it take Bim to start talking?” King asked. “We came in when he was already talking and walking.”

“We got Bim when he was eight months old, he was walking before he started talking. Wil accidentally said the word “fuck” and that was his first word. I was furious. He started talking when he was almost two. Lunky is a little bit more developed than Bim was. However, Bim was completely artificial.”

King made a face that showed that he wasn’t too reassured by those words. “Okay so should I be doing something?”

“The Host should suggest that there is a strong possibility that Lunky could never be able to fully speak,” the Host warned.

The room went quiet.

“Is that caused by something in their aura?” Dark asked.

“It is something within Lunky’s nature,” the Host reported. “There is a possibility that the Host is wrong, but the Host doubts that.”

“Okay,” King said.

Dark frowned, “A large portion of the heroes can sign, you and Illinois can sign, so can I, Wilford seemed to be able to read his mind. Communication shouldn’t be an issue. It would be a shame if we wasted their time and sanity trying to push them to communicate in a way that makes them uncomfortable.”

“Yeah,” King was very quick to agree, taking in a huge breath and nodding, looking more resolute by the second. “I can talk to birds and dogs. Humans are just another animal, right?”

“Some more so than others,” Dark offered as a barbed comment.

King looked nervous as he looked at Lunky, “I just don’t want to hurt them. I want them to be happy and safe.”

“You’ll do fine,” Dark reassured.

“Because you raised six kids?” King tried to smile.

“Well experience certainly helps,” Dark smiled. “But I meant to say that you won’t be trying to raise this one in secret like I did with all of you.”

“How did you manage that, anyways?” King asked. “We went to Disneyland one year. Dad broke an entire rollercoaster and killed fifteen people.”

“I used the Anomaly to perfectly replicate areas we wished to take you,” Dark answered. “I even replicated police involvement to keep your father entertained.”

“You absolute ass,” King cursed. “You took us to bootleg Disneyland?”

The Host chuckled at that.

“I will have you know it took a full year to investigate the entire park, including how character actors and crowds reacted,” Dark defended. “Did you expect me to bring Wil, Bim, and Arthur to an actual theme park and have nothing happen?”

“Fair,” King grumbled, and then groaned as he checked his phone. “Alright let’s get back to the base.”

“Before you leave,” Dark held up his hand and a necklace with an eye design on it. It swirled with a myriad of colors. “Something I had to learn the hard way. Spawnlings require aura to survive and grow. Like physical activity for a human. Their own will not feed them. So you have a choice: human or demonic aura.”

“To eat?” A pit formed in King’s heart.

“Yes, a new spawnling can strip all the aura from a human and render them a hollow, dry husk, matured demons have more control over it,” Dark warned. “What would you like to feed your child?”

“Uh, how do I get demon aura?” King asked apprehensively.

“Well now that depends, either an older, more experienced demon can donate their aura to a younger one, helping that spawnling grow stronger,” Dark explained. “Or you could kill a lesser, weaker demon and take all their aura to make oneself more powerful.”

That alarmed King instantly. “Demons can actually die?”

“Not from a single hit or even a volley of hits, killing a demon is a drawn out process but if the lesser is significantly weaker and the other demon is significantly stronger the fight is almost not fair. I have to kill some upstart every couple of months who tries to wander into Egoton thinking they can just take over. Typically I can just run them out and if they’re smart they won’t come back, other demons not so much. Why not put all that energy to good use?”

“O-Okay,” King allowed.

“I figured you would side with the humans so I took the time to mix my own aura with another demon’s that I recently subdued,” Dark told him. “At Lunky’s current appetite this should last him a couple months.”

King moved to put on the necklace but Dark stopped him. “Try to avoid putting it on, we wouldn’t want Lunky to associate you with food, now would we? You have far less aura than I do.”

“Right,” King pocketed the necklace and King took Lunky back who was upset to leave Dark’s arms and aura, but was quieted when they were given the necklace to chew on. Wil and Dark said their goodbyes. The Host took Lunky and King back to the base.

A calm settling back over the city.

[drethanramslay]

Oooh um... 31? 😌 but like mc being a shitty cook but trying to cook something for ethan?

Thanks for the ask @noboundariesplease <3

You can find the prompt list here.

#31- I made it. For you. I know it’s not the best, but… 

Word count: 1.1 K

Warning: none, I tried something new so I hope you like it heheheh

Anyone (except Leah) Can Cook

Sienna was leaning against the wall of the hospital eating her sandwich when she felt her phone vibrate. unlocking it she saw a test message from Leah.

After fifteen minutes of searching through twenty websites, she finally found the perfect recipe for two. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine how beautiful it would be.

Candlelit dinner with jazz music playing in the background and the cool night air caressing their skins.

That would be so good, it will blow his mind. Leah though to herself as she texted Sienna her menu of the night.

Putting the phone down, a determined and confident smile graced her features.

I can do this... This is going to be the best anniversary gift ever.

============================================================================ Sienna's shift had just got over. It was an easy day with no deaths so she considered it as an absolute win. As she sat in her car and drove home, her mind wandered to Leah.

I should probably check in on her... Sienna thought to herself as she pulled into the parking lot of their penthouse. As she parked she shot a text to her best friend and within 10 seconds Leah texted back.

Girl... You don't know. Leah winced as she pressed the video icon next to Sienna's name. It rang once and Sienna's smiling face greeted her. Leah made it a point to hold the phone close to her face so that disaster surrounding her was not visible.

"Mission: Save anniversary commences now!" Sienna said.

Leah laughed nervously, eyes landing on the burnt food placed on the counter.

"Yep... Will probably need that."

"Tell me, so far what have you finished."

"Umm... So I decided to start with the garlic bread because that's the easiest. I put cheese and seasoning in to it and placed it into the oven so that I could make a bigger batch."

"That's great!"

"Not really. I almost set the kitchen on fire."

"ON FIRE?!" Sienna exclaimed, shock colouring her features.

"It's not on fire! I said almost." Leah clicked on the reverse camera icon and showed the smoke billowing from the baking tray.

"I don't understand this... How did it happen?"

"I left a plastic butter knife on the tray." She scratched the back of her head.

"Leah i-" Sienna took a deep breath recentring. "Okay so this is what we gonna do. Set the oven on pre heat once again and put a fresh batch of garlic bread for ten minutes. And please don't leave plastic on the tray."

"Okay." Under the supervision, Leah placed the baking tray back again into the oven.

"Now let's start with avocado toast. Pick out those fresh avocados, which on gently squeezing, slightly yield."

Nodding her head she chose the ripe avocados and placed them on the cutting board.

"On slice them into thin layers so that when you mash it you can get a creamy texture." Sienna got comfortable on the sofa and she propped her head on the arm rest.

After a few moments, Sienna spoke up. "Um Leah?"

"Yeah?" She looked up, sweat glistening on her forehead from the exertion.

"How did you cut the avocados?"

Leah picked up the phone and showed it to Sienna which had Sienna face-palming.

"Leah... Sweetie. That's not how you cut avocados. You take out the seed and then cut it."

"Take out the seed? How in the seven hells was I supposed to know that?"

"It's alright. Now scoop it out and continue cutting." Nodding her head diligently, Leah followed the steps given by Sienna and in an hour, she was done with the appetizers.

"Good job! Now let's go on to the main course. The pasta is done boiling?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Now take it-" Sienna's voice was cut off and Leah checked her phone to see if the WiFi had stopped working but, the buffering was not for too long.

"-add the pasta sauce."

Leah, low-key feeling embarrassed to ask her to repeat, decided to trust her instincts. She opened the pasta sauce, and dumped a cup directly into the boiling water.

"LEAH WHAT THE HELL?!"

"What? You told me to add the sauce to the pasta?!"

"I told you to add pasta sauce AFTER STRAINING THE PASTA!"

"Oh."

"Yes oh!! Now strain it and out it into a wok."

"The only wok I know is to stay 'woke'." Leah attempted to joke.

"Leah... I'm gonna ignore that just because you are cute."

"Yes ma'am." Leah said and the screen blacked out. Leah called out here name but the call ended.

Leah's phone pinged and she swiped to check the message out.

"Pour 5 tablespoons... Tomato sauce." Leah spoke to herself. She reached for the can of tomato sauce which she bought from the grocery store.

She was so engrossed in inserting the can opener that she failed to notice, that it was slightly bloated.

The moment Leah pierced the metal, the sauce shot like a geyser all over covering her completely in red.

"HIJO DE PUTA!!" Leah screamed and she heard the door opening.

Ethan stepped into the penthouse and headed to the source of the screaming banshee.

He looked up and cursed. "Holy shit! Who the hell are you-"

"It's me Ethan!! Sunshine." Leah exclaimed, wiping the tomato sauce off her eyes.

"Sunshine, what the hell happened?!"

The day's frustration and tiredness caught up to her and she threw her hands up in defeat. "It's our one month anniversary and I wanted to do something romantic and cute for my boyfriend but, it's just been a series of disaster one after the other. Gosh I'm such a dis-"

"Hey, hey, hey. None of that okay. It's the thought that matters." Reaching for the dishtowel he carefully wiped her face.

Leah sniffled and wringed her hands Seeing Leah like this, made him want to just wrap her in his arms and kiss away all the stress.. Ethan's eyes landed on the (magically survived) avocado toast.

"Hey, you made that?" He asked pointing at it.

Leah turned and nodded. “I made it. For you. I know it’s not the best, but… It's honest work?”

Ethan laughed and took a bite of it while Leah held her breath, gauging his reaction. Minutes passed and there was pin drop silence.

"I knew I would fu-" Leah was interrupted when Ethan gently pushed the creamy and crunchy toast.

And it was heavenly. 

"Oh my god... It ain't that bad." Leah spoke as gulped it down.

"See... My girlfriend is an achiever. Now don't be disheartened. Let's get you and the kitchen cleaned up and then we can make pasta together, okay?"

Leah gave a small smile. "Okay."

Ethan smiled back at her and pressed his lips against hers, causing butterflies to unleash in her stomach and het heart to soar with love for him.

Pulling back he pressed his forehead against hers. Leah nudged her nose against his and Ethan kissed her passionately.

"Ethan, if you continue doing that, I might stain your clothes and that would be a damned shame."

Throwing his head back, he laughed and grabbed Leah's hand as he led her to the bathroom.

Did y'all get the reference for the title?

I had fun writing this prompt heheheh 

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[thelastspeecher]

Superhero/villain AU - Baby Daddy Drama

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a ficlet!  I’ve been busy, haven’t had time to write up ficlets.  But I have a bit of a break right now, and since I won’t be posting the next chapter of Recoil until tomorrow (I decided I needed to edit it more), here’s some stuff I wrote up today.  I’ve danced around Tate’s role in the Superhero/villain AU, mostly because I couldn’t figure out the circumstances behind how he comes to be.  But I finally figured it out, so behold!  Tate McGucket’s origin story.

(Btw, I forgot to mention, but like in most of my nonsense, Fidds is trans in this)

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              “They’re down,” Stan said, walking into the living room. Ford looked up from his book.

              “Good.  That took a bit longer than usual.”

              “Eh.”  Stan joined Ford on the couch.  “Thanks for letting us chill at your place for a while.”

              “No problem.  May I ask why, though?”

              “Fidds had a baby today,” Stan said casually. Ford’s eyes widened.  “Angie went to go see him and the baby, but we figured that we’d wait a couple days before the girls met their new cousin.  They can be hell on wheels, after all.”  Ford chuckled.

              “That’s an apt descriptor of them, yes.”  Stan’s cellphone dinged.  He dug it out of his pocket.  “Is that an update from Angie?”

              “Yep.”  Stan grinned at his phone.  “And a picture.  Aw, that’s a cute kid.  Not as cute as the girls, y’know, but still.  Pretty damn-”  His phone chimed again.  Stan’s face went slack.

              “Stan?” Ford asked, after a few moments passed in silence.

              “Shit,” Stan whispered.  He looked up at Ford.  “Ford…”

              “Yes?”

              “You- uh- nine months ago, you and Fidds didn’t-” Stan rubbed his face.  Ford felt dread begin to build in his gut.  “You guys didn’t knock boots or something, did you?”

              “Wh- my sexual history is none of your concern,” Ford blustered, trying to mask his growing unease.  Stan pinched the bridge of his nose.

              “No, I think it is right now.  Fidds’ kid has twelve fingers.”  A heavy weight settled in Ford’s stomach.

              “Pardon?” he asked.  Stan silently handed him his phone.  Ford looked down at the messages Angie had sent.  The first was a picture of a newborn swaddled in a white blanket, with a large nose like Fiddleford’s and thick, dark brown hair.  Immediately after the picture was a text.

              “Tate here has twelve fingers…” Stan’s phone chimed and buzzed as another text arrived from Angie.  “Fidds won’t say who the other parent is, but I don’t need your mom’s power to figure it out.  You need to talk to Ford right away.”  Ford swallowed and returned Stan’s phone.

              “I didn’t even realize he was expecting.  He didn’t tell me.”

              “Why?  He told everyone else.”

              “I- when we-”  Ford looked away, feeling a flush beginning to creep onto his face.  “I was very…emotionally vulnerable that night. Maybe he was worried about how I’d react.”  Stan was silent.  “As for why he won’t tell anyone outright who helped to- to conceive-”

              “Seems pretty dumb, since it’s obvious,” Stan muttered.

              “I assume Lute is there?”

              “…Yeah.”

              “He probably wants to spare Lute’s feelings.” Ford looked at Stan again.  Stan rubbed his face.  “I mean…”

              “Okay, yeah, you and Lute used to date, which is…really awkward for all this, but Lute’s not an idiot, and Fidds knows that. Lute can figure it out.  Why the hell would he keep his mouth shut when it’s this obvious?”  A strange look crossed Stan’s face.  “…Ford.”

              “Yes?”

              “When did you and Lute break up?” Stan asked in a dangerous tone.

              “…Nine months ago.”

              “Son of a-”  Stan put his head in his hands.  “Please tell me that what I’m thinking is wrong.  Please tell me you didn’t rebound from my brother-in-law by sleeping with one of my other brothers-in-law.”

              “If I was good at lying, I would,” Ford said softly. Stan let out a loud groan. “Look-”

              “Okay, how soon after the breakup did you two sleep together?” Stan interrupted.  Ford was silent.  “Stanford.”

              “That night.”

              “That night?!”  Stan whipped his head up to stare at Ford.  “Holy fucking shit, really?  While Lute was crying over the breakup, sitting on my couch and eating my ice cream, you were banging his older brother?  Son of a bitch, Sixer, the McGuckets aren’t the only family with twiggy, big-nosed farm boys!”

              “I- Fiddleford was visiting, we were reminiscing about our college days, and-”  Ford looked down at his book, still open on his lap.  “Even though Lute and I parted on amicable terms, I was still emotionally vulnerable.  Fiddleford offered me comfort and one thing led to another and-”

              “You do realize he’s gonna kill you, right?” Stan asked flatly.  “The day you two broke up, you slept with his brother.  And you didn’t just sleep with his brother, you got his brother pregnant!”

              “I didn’t know about that last part!” Ford snapped, slamming his book shut.

              “That doesn’t make the rest of it hunky-dory!” Stan shot back.

              “You’re not exactly one to criticize me for who I sleep with!”

              “God fucking-”  Stan ran a hand through his hair, which was beginning to smoke.  “You are not gonna bring me and Angie into this!  We made a shitty decision, yeah, but it wasn’t half as shitty as yours!”

              “You were archnemeses!”

              “You slept with your ex-boyfriend’s older brother the day you broke up!” Stan thundered.  He shook his head.  “God, my three-year-old daughters can tell right from wrong, but I need to explain to you why what you did was bad?”

              “I just- I don’t hear any of this vitriol being sent Fiddleford’s direction,” Ford stammered.  He could feel himself running out of steam, guilt beginning to replace his rage.

              “Two things.  First, he’s not fucking here.  Second, he just had a baby.  I’ll wait for him to be out of the damn hospital before I yell at him.”

              “How considerate,” Ford muttered.  Stan’s eyes narrowed.

              “Don’t get cute with me.”  He jabbed a finger at Ford’s chest.  Ford winced.  Stan was worked up enough that his powers were emerging; the jab felt like it was from a red-hot fire poker.  “You’re the one that fucked up here.  You couldn’t keep it in your pants long enough for the dust to settle from your breakup.  You and Fidds.  Lute’s not gonna be happy about this.”

              “You’re not going to tell him, are you?” Ford asked. Stan scowled.

              “Hell no.  But it doesn’t matter.  Underneath that blustery, overprotective twink exterior, Lute’s just as smart as Angie and Fidds.  He’ll be able to figure it out.  And he’s gonna be hurt.”  Ford felt his chest ache.  “He’s gonna be hurt that the ex-boyfriend he loved so much and parted on such good terms with slept with his brother.  And he’s gonna be hurt that his brother – the one he’s stood up for his whole life – would sleep with his ex-boyfriend.”  Ford slumped against the couch.  “He’s gonna use that anger of his to hide how much this whole thing hurts him.  He was so damned excited to have a new nephew to spoil, and now he knows how that nephew was made.”  Stan looked away.  “Lute and I might have started off rough, but we’re good now.  I’m not gonna be on your side this time.”  Stan stood up.  “I’m gonna take the girls and head home.”

              “But you just got them to nap.”

              “I don’t wanna be anywhere near you when Lute comes to your door demanding answers,” Stan said.  His voice was devoid of emotion.  “I sure don’t want my kids around.”  Stan’s phone chimed again.  Stan looked down at it.  His face hardened.  “Yep.”

              “What?” Ford asked weakly.  Stan shoved his phone in his pocket.

              “Lute figured it out.  He’s on his way.”

              “How bad-”

              “Count yourself lucky that he needs Angie’s help to make tornadoes.”  Stan began to head towards the room his daughters were napping in.  “You might wanna invest in some scuba gear, though.”

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              The door opened to reveal Fiddleford, dressed in baggy clothes, a towel tossed over one shoulder.  Fiddleford rubbed the bags under his eyes.

              “I was expectin’ you at some point,” he said tiredly. Ford swallowed.

              “May- may I come in?”

              “By all means.”  Fiddleford stood to the side, allowing Ford to enter.  Ford had visited Fiddleford’s home a few times.  Each time, it had been somehow both cluttered and clean; every single one of the many pieces of machinery tucked away on some shelf or in a drawer somewhere.  Now, though, it was a mess.  Empty boxes for various baby-related items lined the hallway leading to the door.  In the far-off living room, Ford could see baby clothes and toys scattered on the floor.

              “How- how are you doing?” Ford asked softly as he stepped inside.  Fiddleford closed the door behind him with a shaky laugh.

              “I’ve got no clue how Stan ‘n Angie managed to deal with two at once.”  A shadow fell over Fiddleford’s face.  “Then again, no one in the fam’ly was just pretendin’ to be nice when they helped out with Danny ‘n Daisy.”

              “What do you mean?”

              “My folks are here,” Fiddleford said in a low voice. Ford’s mouth went dry.  “They wanted to stop by fer a couple days to help. And…well…once word spread about Tate’s parentage…”  Fiddleford trailed off.  “They’re goin’ easy on me right now, ‘cause I’m still a bit vulnerable.  But once I’m back to normal, I wouldn’t be surprised if my whole garden up and died, or if a freak windstorm dinged up the house.” Fiddleford sighed.  “Honestly, I wish they’d be upfront about their frustration. It’d be better than this fake cheerfulness.”

              “This seems rather…harsh,” Ford ventured cautiously. Fiddleford slumped against the wall, rubbing his face.

              “I wonder if their reactions would be dif’rent if we weren’t a fam’ly of villains.  The ‘no snitches, no traitors’ code runs deep.  And I’ve betrayed Lute.”  Fiddleford’s voice broke.  “My own brother.”

              “How is he?” Ford asked.  Fiddleford shook his head.

              “If I knew, I’d tell ya.  Within about five minutes of seein’ Tate up close, he stormed out.  Haven’t seen him since.  He’s- Lute ‘n Angie are awful sim’lar.  They struggle to keep their emotions under wraps, ‘specially in the heat of the moment. I get the feelin’ Lute knows he wouldn’t be able to control his powers if he spent time with me or Tate.  He might be fine if I got a bit scratched up, but he wouldn’t want Tate to get caught in the crossfire.”

              “It doesn’t help that Lute tends to use anger to mask his more vulnerable emotions.”

              “No.  It doesn’t.” Fiddleford bit his lip.  Finally, he let out a long sigh.  “Well, no point in delayin’ it.  Come meet the lil Tater Tot.”  Ford silently followed Fiddleford down the hall and into the living room. Mrs. McGucket sat in a rocking chair, holding a small bundle, while Mr. McGucket was tidying the room.  Mr. McGucket looked up at the sound of footsteps. His face twisted.

              “You!” he snarled, stomping over to Ford.  “Get out!”

              “Mr. McGucket, I just-”

              “Leave!  You broke my son’s heart and then broke it again!  Lute’s been devastated by this.”  Mr. McGucket shook his head.  “Can’t believe I was naïve enough to think that Stan would be the problem of the two of ya.”

              “Mr. McGucket-”

              “No arguin’, boyo.  Yer not welcome in this place.  Not after what you’ve done.”

              “Pa,” Fiddleford interjected.  “This is my home.  I let Stanford in.  He can stay until I kick him out.”  Mr. McGucket glared at Fiddleford.  The venom in his expression startled Ford.

              “If Lute hears-”

              “Mearl,” Mrs. McGucket said, still rocking back and forth in her chair.  “Stanford has a right to meet his son.”

              “Th-” Ford started.

              “Don’t thank me,” Mrs. McGucket said shortly. “Then I’d have to say you were welcome. And you aren’t.”  Ford’s body filled with ice at her vicious tone.  She got up from the chair and strode over. As she got closer, Ford could feel harsh, dry, hot wind biting where his skin was exposed.  Fiddleford looked at his mother, exasperated.

              “Ma.  Please cut that out.”

              “Hmph.”  Mrs. McGucket pursed her lips into a straight line, but the wind stopped.  “Hold out yer arms.”  Ford did as he was told.  Mrs. McGucket carefully deposited the bundle she was holding into his arms.  Ford felt his heart begin to race.  He carefully parted the infant’s bangs to reveal his eyes. Tate stared stoically at him, his eyes brown, rather than Fiddleford’s blue.

              “Hello, Tate,” Ford croaked.  Mr. and Mrs. McGucket exchanged a frustrated look before turning away and marching out of the room.  Ford swallowed the sudden lump in his throat.  “Fiddleford, I’m sorry that your parents are-”

              “We’re both to blame,” Fiddleford said.  He stroked Tate’s cheek with one finger.  “I refuse to let ya bear it all on yer own.” His voice was thick with emotion. Ford could only nod, unable to speak, the weight of everything that was happening finally crashing over him in full.

              “He’s very- he’s very handsome,” Ford managed, still staring at Tate.

              “I agree,” Fiddleford said softly.  Tate yawned widely.  Despite himself, Ford smiled.  He held out a finger.  Tate eagerly grabbed it with his hand.

              His six-fingered hand.  Ford had known Tate had twelve fingers like him, but actually seeing it in person was more than he could bear.  He let out a choked sob.

              “You all right?” Fiddleford asked.  Ford shook his head.  “What’s wrong?”

              “Well, my ex-boyfriend flooded my house, my sister-in-law refuses to let me in her house, my twin brother is following her lead, and the relationship I built with my sister-in-law’s family is crumbling.  And all of it is because of the conception and birth of my son.”  Ford closed his eyes.  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

              “I hoped it wouldn’t be obvious whose he was,” Fiddleford said.  “I thought I might be able to get away with no one suspecting a thing.”

              “Polydactyly is dominant.  There was a 50% chance he’d be like me.”

              “And 50% chance he wouldn’t.”

              “I just- you were really going to keep me in the dark?” Ford asked softly.  “About my son?  You expected to raise him as a single parent, never telling me whose he was?”

              “I hadn’t planned that far ahead.  All’s I planned was keepin’ it a secret from Lute fer a while. Maybe until he’d found himself a new main squeeze.”

              “What if I had gotten back together with Lute? What then?”

              “I…”  Fiddleford looked away.  “Like I said. I didn’t plan nearly as far in advance as I should have.  I just wanted to keep Lute from gettin’ upset like he did.”

              “No matter how long you held off telling him, he would have been upset,” Ford pointed out.  Fiddleford sighed.

              “Yer right.”  He rubbed his forehead.  “All I can hope for now is that he cools off a bit.  Give the sit’ation some time, and maybe I can build up a relationship with him again.”  Tate began to fuss loudly.  “He’s prob’ly hungry.”

              “Oh.”  Ford handed Tate to Fiddleford.  “I- I should probably go.  I have some work to do at my mom’s place.”  Fiddleford cocked his head curiously.  “She was the only person willing to take me in while my house gets repaired.”

              “Ah.”

              “Even still, she’s pissed at me.  Stan told her what happened.”  Ford rubbed his forehead.  “It feels a bit like it’s just me against the world right now.  And rightfully so.”

              “I’ve been feelin’ the same way m’self,” Fiddleford said softly.  He took a hold of Ford’s hand and squeezed it.  “Don’t worry.  It might take a while, but things’ll blow over soon.”

              “Easy enough for you to say.  Aerokinesis runs in your family,” Ford said.  Fiddleford managed a small smile.  On impulse, Ford leaned over to kiss Tate’s forehead. “Goodbye, Tate.  I look forward to spending more time with you.”  Tate stopped fussing for a moment to stare at him in shock.  Fiddleford chuckled softly.

              “I think he’s lookin’ forward to it, too.”

[bonnieisaway]

lost my discretion

cough ow this is really bad but here’s chp 4 to my shit saiki k x reader

tw for mentions of kidnapping

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"S-Saiki..?" (L/n) asks, shakily as she sits on the ground behind the boy. He had suddenly appeared out of thin air, separating the girl and the body in front of Saiki. "Wh-wha...h-how did you..?"

He had teleported, obviously, but the weeping girl behind him didn't necessarily understand. Saiki cursed himself under his breath. There wasn't any way to get out of this one.

Saiki sighed in frustration. It was a simple Saturday morning, but something was annoying. He had had the same stupid prophetic dream and headache ever since the night where (L/n) had walked him home. It was weird, and why he had been assuming his powers were off lately, because usually there was't that much of a gap between when his dreams happened and, well, when it actually happened. The volcano- as much as he hated to think about it- didn't count really, it was only so long ago because he had rewound the Earth fuck knows how many times.

The answer was 6. But, we don't talk about that.

He had no choice but to shake it off as his mother called him down for breakfast. Walking down the stairs he tried his best to clear his mind, sitting at the table and ignoring the idle chatter his mother and father started.

(L/n) was a strange girl. Everything about her seemed contradictory. She was average, yet unique in a way that seemed to keep Saiki guessing, somehow- it felt like there were parts of her unknown. Which was odd, since, he could literally read her mind. Hell, even from where he sat now, if he tried hard enough he could hear her thoughts.

Or, well, dreams. She liked to sleep in.

Regardless, that wasn't all. She carried herself as if she was nothing special- and even then acknowledged by some very wrong people as such- but she was talented and beautiful. An average girl who was unique. Part of Saiki supposed everyone was like that, really. Another part of him supposed there was something different. Other than that that hid within her that he was curious of.

Very rarely was Saiki curious. Very rarely did people manage to hide things from Saiki Kusuo.

Of course, there were things like Nendo, and bugs, that were completely unreadable. But you were complex. He heard your thoughts, yes, but you never turned to stone without his glasses and his x-ray vision never worked on you. It was, well, confusing. Emotions that Saiki didn't necessarily understand.

"Ku, are you alright? You haven't touched your food..." Saiki's mother, Kurumi, fretted.

Saiki blinked for a second. He had zoned out. "Yes... I'm fine.." He sighs, finally picking up his spoon and digging into his coffee jelly. Who needed anything else? Coffee jelly makes all your problems go away.

What? Don't look at him like that. You're reading an x reader fanfiction. He can use coffee jelly as a stress coping mechanism all he wants.

Kurumi looks at his doubtfully before sighing. 'I really do hope he's okay..' Her thoughts echoed. Saiki sighed, finishing his food and excusing himself from the table, walking back up to his room.

He figured he'd read a book. Play that one game he never finished. Something enjoyable. he doesn't want to waste a perfectly fine Saturday fretting about nothing.

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As you woke up slowly, you heard your phone vibrate on the stand next to your bed. You sighed. Who wanted what this early in the morning..? You rubbed your eyes with one hand and grabbed the phone with the other.

Oh. It's 1pm. It's not that early. You just really, really like sleep. You unlock your phone, which is an unholy level of bright, to find a text from an unfamiliar number

???

Heey! I got your number from Chiopipi.

...Who, got it from Teryukoko.. ehhe..

(Y/n)

..uh.. who's this??

???

Oh, sorry! It's Aiura Mikoto.

I'm in ur class?? lol

(Y/n)

oh! you're the gyaru with the crystal ball right??

Aiura Mikoto

That's me! haha

Teryukoko was planning to have all us girls hang at her house tmrw

Her brother's gonna be out of town and her parents are off on some business trip

So it's just us

You in???

(Y/n)

..yeah sure why not

Aiura Mikoto

Lit!!! I'll text you the details tmrw

Read, 1:32pm

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You set your phone down on your bedside table again and sighed. Well, that was your plans for tomorrow. But you had absolutely nothing to do today. You eyed your bag in the corner of the room.

Nope. Absolutely nothing. Nada. None.

You swung your legs over your bed and sat up, head dizzying and vision blurring momentarily from the swiftness of the motion. You sighed, standing and walking off..you had to take care of yourself, for once. Get dressed, brush your hair, your teeth, blah blah... you get the point.

The day goes by slowly, a steady day of jamming to your tunes and doing work. And totally not watching Netflix. Nope. But eventually the steadily changing light of the sun setting begins to noticeably change the lighting of your living room until the sun is still barely left straddling the horizon.

You stare out the window until you turn, grabbing your shoes and hoodie, slipping them on and grabbing your keys and phone as you leave your apartment, locking it behind you. You weren't sure why.. but something told you to go outside. Take a walk. Vibe in the loneliness of the playground. You'd be fine, I mean, Japan has an awfully low crime rate, doesn't it?

Yeah.. It does.. you remember your mother hovering over your shoulder as you researched the country while still in America. Your father nonchalant about the decision but inside he cared. A lot. His baby would move across the world. Your sister, jealous but proud. You were always the smarter of the two. She was an adrenaline junkie who valued smarts last.

Walking along the empty and quiet streets oddly reminded you of her. She was a type of girl who would run down these streets screaming for some demon to come eat her ass while you laughed in disappointment behind her. Sometimes, if you close your eyes hard enough..

Sometimes you could see her running.  

Sometimes, when you closed your eyes, you saw the day you lost them instead. It's hard to shake.. your bruised and broken sister holding your hand in a hospital bed as heart dropped and the doctors came in like a SWAT team.

It was really hard to shake that thought away from your head.

You had lost your family a while ago now. Just before you started your first year at PK Academy. See, the original plan was you were going to study at PK and live in Japan while your family in America dealt with most expenses. When they died, there was a new plan offered, mainly out of sympathy. Your living situation was paid by the school as you attended. As long as you kept your grades high, they would pay. Once you were out of PK Academy, then you're on your own.

You shook the thought from your head- or at least tried- as you arrived at your destination, the playground. You kicked rocks littered around under the light of the light post that's near.  You're not really sure why you came here. Nostalgia? Wanting to vibe? Bored? Who knew.

It's when you're staring up at the cloudy night sky you feel a tight grip on your wrist, causing you to nearly scream before snapping around. It's a man, obviously older than you, accompanied by his friend, grinning happily.

"Hey, you lost, girlie?" He asks, curiously. You shake your head furiously, mind racing. You did not want to die. Nor get kidnapped. Or anything else like that. "What are you doing out here all alone? It's late, you know."

You don't respond. His grip tightens, and you know it's going to leave a mark. "Let me go."

"You didn't answer my question." His face falls. His buddy behind him pulls up his hood, obscuring his already shadowy face. You feel yourself tremble, and when you look down, you see your fingers shaking like an earthquake tremor.

"I don't have to." You argue, tugging against his grip. "Let me go." You keep a stern face but you're panicking. You want to scream. Cry. You tell yourself you're stronger than this- hell, you work out with fucking Hairo sometimes, of all people, and everything is telling you to knee this man straight where the sun doesn't shine and run away but the fear has you rooted still.

There's a second, where he's going to say something back, and you feel him start to raise your arm up so he can tug you closer, but it stops when a certain force appears suddenly between you and the man, plus his friend, knocking you away and promptly letting you fall on your ass. Ouchie.  

You stare up at the object and when you recognize the stature, the bright pink hair, and weird hairpins, you realize it's Saiki. "S-Saiki..?" You ask, staring up at him.  "Wh-wha...h-how did you..?"

He turns his head back towards the two men, both as shocked as you are. "Close your eyes." He tells you, and you can't tell if it's soft or stern. A wavering mix of both. You listen to him, and when you're given the signal to open them, both men are gone.

"Whe-"

"Don't ask." He spins his body to you and holds out a hand. You shakily take it, and he pulls you to your feet effortlessly. You're shaking so much you can't help but fall forwards to his chest and he lets you, letting you rest for a second.

"..Thank you.." You mutter.

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You sat on the swing, swinging your legs quietly. Saiki had pulled you out of his chest and when he was going to say something you asked that he didn't- that he just stayed with you here. You knew it was nonsensical, asking to stay, but you felt safer when he was with you all of a sudden. Your phone lay under your feet softly playing music and Saiki sat on the swing next to you. It was quiet- a kind of quiet where you couldn't decipher comfort or a still, awkward feeling.

You hesitate, briefly. "How did you...?" The question drifts, before you clear your throat, trying again. "How did you just appear out of nowhere?"

Saiki doesn't respond. He sat still as a statue on his swing, compared to yours, drifting back and fourth slowly, the occasional creek of the swing an undecipherable melody. It's a minute before you speak again.

"You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to." You look away from him and kick your feet at the ground. "..How did you know to come?"

A moment of hesitation follows, before all you hear is a quiet "precognition." It's not part of an unheard sentence, and he won't add anything more, you can tell- it's all he's willing to momentarily share. You accept the answer, humming along to your phone- quietly letting unfamiliar songs drift from the phone. He stands, suddenly, the chain of the swing jingling as the weight leaves.

"I'll take you home." He says, offering a hand. "It's late."

"It can't be.. that late." You look up at him.

"It's 2am." He argues. You sigh and hang your head, muttering an apology as you pick up your phone.

You place your hand in his, and this time it feels different. Tender and understanding, but somewhere you know he's upset that you nearly got yourself killed. You blink, and you're in your apartment, with a nauseating feeling. What the fu-

"Goodnight, (L/n)."

You hesitate. "..'night, Saiki."

He dissapears.

For a fleeting moment, your day feels like a blurry dream- you stare at your hand, steadily counting a precise 5 fingers. You're awake. You're tired, and crave your bed, but you're awake.

The pitter-patter of your feet is all you hear in your quiet apartment before you kick closed the door to your bedroom. It was late now, and if you'd ever fall asleep was a gamble.

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[demonsofhunting]

"Hunter Husbands" #1 ( A Destiel One Shot, feat. Sam )

Summary: So, this is literally Dean and Cas acting married during a case and Sam being the one who has to deal with it. XD

Warnings: fluff, very light angst if you squint, a creepy ghost, hunter husbands level 4000

Words: about 1200

A/N: I love it when the Winchesters take Cas on hunts with them and I wish they would do it more often in the show! Like "Damn it, Cas! Stop smelling the dead guy!" So, here we are. ( I mean Dean and Cas acting married is like the whole plot of the show since season 4...XD )

{ I decided to split this into two parts, because it's easier to post it that way. The next part will be posted within the next days! <3 }

I hope you'll like it! Enjoy! <3

"Hey, Sam! Look!" Dean shouts, grabbing a big old bone from one of the shelfs. He flips it from one hand in the other, a shit eating grin on his face. Sam rolls his eyes in desperation.

"Dean! Put that damn thing down!" the younger Winchester moans, tugging on his tie, uncomfortably. They're in the middle of a case and his brother can't stop acting like a child. Again.

It's frustrating.

Great. At least Cas tries his best to keep it together this time.

The angel stands next to him, a forced serious look on his face. He didn't want to take his trenchcoat off, so he's the only one of the them who wears something other than FBI clothes.

But with Dean acting like an idiot we're not really trustworthy anyway.

Sam tries to ignore his brother as Dean starts to poke Castiel in the back with the bone he found. The angel winces.

"Dean! Stop it!" he rants, his hands longing for the thing.

Dean smirks. "Make me! I'm bored," he mutters, rolling his eyes.

Sam sighs, looking around. They're at the stock of a museum in a small town, searching for cursed objects.

At least he tries to do that.

The man, who gave the key for this room to them, is currently answering a phone call down the hall.

And I'm alone with these idiots.

Suddenly, there's a loud clanking noise behind him, paired with a muffled scream from Dean.

Oh Lord, please no.

Sam turns around, slowly, already preparing himself for the worst. He hesitates, throwing his hands in the air: "Guys!"

"Damn it, Cas!" Dean growls, buried under tons of antique objects. Cas is standing above him, the big bone of doom in his hands. He raises an eyebrow, making a face.

"You didn't want to give it to me, so I had to take it," he says.

"Cas! You pushed me into this shelf!" Dean rants, trying to crawl out of the mess around him, "Sammy! Tell him that he's an idiot!"

"The hell I won't!" Sam hisses, completely done, "Now get up, before - "

He can't finish the sentence, because suddenly the door to the hall opens, and a small, old man enters the room. His mouth falls open as his gaze flows to the struggling FBI agent under his antiques.

"What happened?" he asks stunned, his voice almost higher than Cas' real voice.

The angel shrugs. "He tripped," he says, a serious expression on his face.

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Later, when they're all back at the hotel, Dean immendiately throws himself on the bed. With his clothes on, of course.

And his shoes.

Sam wants to say something, but then he gives up, making his way to his own bed.

Cas squints his eyes, staring at Dean.

Sam sighs, and sits down. After their little fight in the museum, Dean decided to ignore his boyfriend for the rest of the day. Seems like he's really offended.

Cas frowns. "Dean!" he calls.

As the elder Winchester doesn't answer, the angel looks at Sam with a helpless expression on his face. The hunter nods, mouthing a helpful word in the other's direction: Pie.

Cas understands, but obviously he is offended as well and definitely not interested in making the first step to a reconciliation. He shrugs, and goes to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

"What a drama queen," Dean mutters against his pillow, "Goes to the bathroom just 'cause there's no other door in the room to slam shut except the front door. He doesn't even need to pee and stuff."

Sam growns. "I know, Dean. I know," he says, already standing up.

"What?" the elder Winchester asks, turning around, "Where are you going, Sam? Don't leave me alone with this idiot of an angel!"

"I can still hear you, Dean Winchester!" a raging voice rings over to them from behind the closed bathroom door.

Sam shivers. Things are getting really complicated. Oh hell no.

He turns to his big brother who looks at him with a disturbed expression on his face. "I'm going for a walk. Right now," he clarifies.

Dean moans: "A walk? Why?"

Sam makes an epic bitchface.

"Research," he says, already heading for the motel door. A few steps and he's outside. Finally.

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A couple of hours later, Sam walks over the parking lot of the motel, freezing. It's kinda cold outside, and a strong wind tugs on his clothes. He knocks at the door of their motel room, extra loudly.

He wants to be heard for sure...until he steps in and witnesses something that will haunt him in his darkest dreams.

"Hello?" he asks, "Dean! Cas!"

He can hear a row of curse words from inside, something falls to the ground.

Cas moans in pain. Dean mutters: "Damn it, Cas!"

A few footsteps, then Dean opens the door. His hair is messy as hell, his shirt full of...what is that, feathers?! He raises an eyebrow, asking a silent question.

Sam swallows. "Hi," he says, "I'm back."

"Yeah," Dean says, "I can see that." He lets Sam in.

"Hello, Sam," Cas greets him, innocently, "We had a deep conversation about our feelings for each other. And then we - "

"So, what's the next step on this case, huh?" Dean interrupts, quickly, shooting his boyfriend a panicked look.

"So," Sam begins, "You sorted everything out? No more fights?"

Dean nods, his lips curling into a smirk:

"No more fights. For now."

"Oh thank God!" Sam blurts out, while Castiel chuckles.

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"So, it is a ghost? Again?" Dean moans, looking more than just a little disappointed. He frowns. Cas squints his eyes. Obviously, he tries really hard, but has absolutely no clue what they're actually talking about.

"A ghost," the angel mutters, thoughtfully.

"Yes, a ghost," Sam continues, running a hand through his hair, "While I was going for a walk, I had enough time to think about it. I even talked to some people in town for a second time. I'm pretty sure now. It's the ghost of a nameless girl that died in the stock of the museum. She got brutally murdered. Her ghost is full of anger and revenge, no wonder she cursed random objects to hurt people."

"Wait," Dean says, tilting his head, "What do you mean when you say 'nameless'?"

Cas looks from the elder Winchester to his little brother with wide eyes, his face pure confusion. It looks like he wants to say something, but then he shakes his head, and doesn't.

"It means that nobody knew her. Nobody. She was new in town, very new. It didn't seem like she had any relatives or things like that. She died, and the people in town found her. They buried her without knowing her name. Nobody ever remembered her," Sam says, seriously.

He knows how strange the story sounds, but hey, even the internet doesn't know everything. And nor do the books.

It's a hopeless cause to search for further information. They don't have that much time.

Dean blinks. "Somebody must have known her! C'mon!" he bursts.

Sam shakes his head: "Obviously not."

The elder Winchester snorts: "Great! And how are we supposed to dig her fucking grave up without knowing the chick's name?!"

Sam just smiles.

"What?" Cas asks, curiously.

"I know where the grave is," Sam answers, "It's near a tree at the backyard of the museum."

{ A/N: PART TWO ♡ }

Aaaand that's it ( for now )! Thank you so much for reading and if you would like to leave a comment or reblog this shit, I will love you forever! <3

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[katlyn1948]

I’ll Keep You Safe (AxG Week part 7: I’ll be there)

I'll Keep You Safe

Katlyn1948

Summary:

Arya and Gendry finally tell the Stark clan

Notes:

So....this is the last part to my little mini story for AxG week. The prompt is "I'll Be There." I hoped you all enjoyed AxG week as much as I did and I cannot wait for next year! I will obvi still be updating my other fics, so keep on the look out! Anyway, happy reading!

Work Text:

Arya was fidgeting with the charm on her bracelet. Gendry had given her the wolf pendant years ago for her birthday. Whenever she was nervous or lost in thought, it was the first thing her fingers gravitated towards in order to keep her mind distracted. In all her life, Arya Stark had never been this nervous. She was scared to see how her family would react to the news she was about to share and even more terrified to see what her bothers would do to Gendry. Sure, they were all best mates, but that didn’t stop them from punching Podrick square in the jaw when Sansa told them that they were dating.

“Arya, stop fidgeting. If anyone should be nervous, it’s should be me. Image what your brothers will do when you say ‘I’m dating Gendry’ followed by ‘And I’m pregnant.’ Might as well call the funeral home.” Gendry joked. He was trying to lighten the mood before they entered the Stark manor for the annual Stark Summer Barbeque.

She glared at him, shifting in the passenger seat uncomfortably. They had been sitting in Gendry’s pickup for little over an hour, just staring at the people entering her former childhood home. The annual Stark Summer Barbeque garnered nearly a hundred people every year. It was more like a charity event, then an annual family gathering and Arya hated every minute of it. Every year since she was seven, people from all over Westeros would come to gawk at the Stark Manor and marvel in the family history that her mother would display on the walls.

It was at this event that she decided to announce two major life occurrences.

She wasn’t sure what her mother would be mad at the most. Her dating Gendry or the fact that she got pregnant by Gendry. Although she never blatantly stated that she didn’t like Gendry, Arya could tell that her mother always disapproved of their friendship. In fact, her mother disapproved with nearly all of Arya’s friendships. With Gendry, it was probably because he didn’t come from money. He grew up with a single mom and barely two pennies to rub together. He worked his way up from the bottom, and was now a very successful engineer.

Her mother was never rude to Gendry, but always had a watchful eye on him.

Arya let out a deep sigh and pulled at the door handle to open the car door, “Well, there is no use in procrastinating. Come on.”

She jumped down from the large truck, slamming the door behind her. Gendry had shuffled his way over to where she was and they walked together up the long driveway, hand in hand. She had received a few questioning glances from people that she hadn’t seen since she was teenager, making her even more nervous than before.

She hated that she felt this way. For the most part, she really didn’t care what her family would think, but the prospect of them not approving and maybe never speaking to them again because of that, made her feel uneasy.

They reached the gate leading into the back yard and pushed themselves through a small crowd of people. The yard was bustling with partygoers and the smell of food wafted into Arya’s nose causing her to gag. She was only four months along, but it was already proving to be a difficult pregnancy. She would wake in the middle of the night running to the bathroom just to relieve herself. On the other hand, during the day when she would teach her fencing class, a wave of nausea would rack her body causing her spill the contents of her barely full stomach.

When she told Gendry, she was only two months along and the symptoms had yet to make their full appearance. The smells were a new thing. That symptom had begun just a week before the barbeque when Gendry decided to make a very Garlic centric meal. Arya was in the bathroom within seconds of stepping inside their apartment. She had hoped that the smells at the barbeque wouldn’t be as aromatic, but of course, luck would have it, they were.

“Are you alright?” Gendry whispered into her ear.

Arya nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. She squeezed his hand, hoping to quench any doubt he may have.

Her family had yet to see her and she swiftly shook her hand from his.

“We meet in the center in an hour. I’ll be there,” She pointed to the table that sat Sansa, Margaery, Dany and Meera, “If you need me.”

Gendry nodded, “Okay, and I’ll be over there where your brothers are.”

They quickly embraced and departed to their respective places.

As Arya approached the table, she noticed that Sansa was wearing a very revealing red summer dress. Her cleavage was on full display and her lips were the same shade as her dress. Sansa had always gone full out for these kinds of social events. There was more than one occasion where she tried to put Arya into a dress, but in typically Arya fashion, she refused. That wasn’t the case today. Arya had opted to wear a light simple summer dress. It would be the best garment to hide her small bump from prying eyes.

“Arya, I thought you weren’t coming?” Sansa questioned as she embraced her sister into a small hug.

Arya shrugged, “Well, I changed my mind.”

“Good. We haven’t seen you since Jon and Dany’s engagement party. We thought you had fallen off the face of the earth.” Sansa chuckled.

“I’ve been busy.” Arya simply stated.

She knew that Sansa was trying to make small talk, but every time she opened her mouth, it sounded like she trying to accuse her of something.

“You look cute in your dress.” It was a genuine complement and Arya couldn’t help but smile at her older sister.

“Mmm, I concur.” Dany quipped from where she sat.

The girls engaged in casual conversation and it was nice to enjoy their company. Arya rarely mingled with her sister or her brother’s significant others and it was nice to hear their similar frustrations towards their lovers. She didn’t have anyone else in the city to talk to about those things, so it was a treat to feel understood.

“Robb and I have been married for nearly three years and he has still yet to learn how to put the cap back onto the toothpaste!” Margaery exclaimed.

“I hate that Bran never puts his dirty socks into the clothes bin. It is right by our bedroom door! It really isn’t that hard to miss.” Meera added.

Arya laughed and she couldn’t wait to use all of this newfound information as blackmail.

“Yeah, I get what you mean.” She said without thinking.

Suddenly four pairs of eyes were on her, all with questioning stares.

“What?” Arya shrugged.

“You’re seeing someone?” Sansa suddenly jabbed.

“I-I didn’t say that.” She stuttered.  

Shit.

“No, but you basically did. Who is he? Do we know him? Is he from the city?” Sansa’s excitement made her nauseous.

Arya glanced over to where Gendry was standing. He seemed to be faring well while Arya was on a sinking ship. Sansa followed her gaze and landed on a familiar face.

“Oh my gods!” She squealed. “You’re with Gendry!”

Arya’s heart race quickened, “No-no I’m not.”

She could feel her palms become sweaty as she tried to divert the conversation. Thankfully, Dany saw how uncomfortable Arya was becoming and tried to intervene. “Sans, come off it. She obviously doesn’t want people to know. Besides, even if she is dating Gendry, it’s none of our business.”

“Oh, alright.” Sansa pouted.

Arya sighed and silently thanked Dany.

The ladies continued to gossip causing Arya to tune out the conversation. She wasn’t one for petty grievances and stop listening to what the girl were saying when they started talking about Theon’s recent fling with Jeyne Poole. She was, however, very much enamored with the lemon cakes that were centered in the middle of the table. She stuffed three into her mouth without so much as chewing the one before. The taste was sweetly sour and made Arya’s mouth water even more. This was one of the only few things that she was able to keep down within the last few months.

“What are you doing?” Sansa asked when the conversation had died down.

“I’m eating lemon cakes, why?” Arya inquired as she brushed the crumbs from her dress.

“Arya, you hate lemon cakes. I think this is the first time you’ve eaten one since you were twelve.” Sansa pointed out.

Arya scoffed, “I do not hate lemon cakes.”

“I’ve lived with you for eighteen years, Arya. You hate any kind of sweets. Are you feeling alright?” Sansa moved to place a hand on Arya’s forehead, trying to check her temperature. Arya swatted her hand away, pushing up from her seat. She straightened her dress of any creases that may have made their way onto the garment.

“I’m fine. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” She shuffled over to where the boys were standing. Robb and Jon were laughing at something Gendry had said and Bran and Rickon were just lingering about, not paying attention to their conversation.

“Boys?” she said as she approached them.

“Arya! We were wondering when you would ditch the girls to come talk to us. Here let me get you a drink.” Robb said as he began to pour ale into a plastic cup.

“No, thank you, Robb. I’m not in the mood for a drink.” Arya polity replied.

Robb let out a laugh, “That’s a nice one, sis.”

“I’m not kidding, I don’t want a drink. Have you seen mum and dad?

“Uh…yeah, they are back in the kitchen, why?” Robb answered. He was dumbstruck that Arya had refused a drink, but didn’t press the matter further.

“Because I’m calling a family meeting.” She said simply. Her brother’s faces were that of confusion, but they agreed. “Make sure you grab the girls on your way.”

Arya tugged Gendry from his conversation and pulled him towards the kitchen. Robb was right, her parents were discussing in the kitchen before having to return to hose the gathering crowd. As always, her mother was dressed in a dress that was too fancy for a summer barbeque. Her father was a little more modest in khaki pants and a golf shirt.

“Arya, dear! So good of you to come!” Her mother chimed as she pulled Arya into a hug. Arya gave a half-hearted smile and gave a quick pat on her back.

“Yeah, mum.”

“Oh, I hadn’t realized you bought Gendry. How are you, dear?”

Arya immediately noticed how her mother became more posh in just a matter of seconds. Her voice had changed and she was standing straighter.

“I’m well, Mrs. Stark, thank you.” Gendry smiled.

“Gendry, lad. It’s good to see you.” Her father greeted Gendry with a smile.

“So, why are you in here and not out there mingling? I noticed that Ned Dayne came with his mother. Have you said hello?” Her mother inquired.

“Mother, you know Ned and I dated a long time ago, right? Anyway, I am calling a family meeting. I was hoping that we could take this to the parlor. Away from the gossip?”

“Oh, dear. Well it must be serious if you want privacy. I suppose your father and I can spare time away from our guests. Gendry, if you want, you can go back outside.” Her mother offered.

Arya shook her head, “No, mother. This has to deal with Gendry too.”

Her mother was taken aback, but reluctantly nodded.

It didn’t take long for the complete Stark clan to gather in the parlor. It was in intimate setting, allowing Arya to address her family privately. The last time they had gathered for a family meeting was when Robb and Margaery announced they were expecting their first child nearly two years prior. Arya found the situation humorous; here she was about to announce her own pregnancy with a man that her mother disliked.

She shifted uncomfortably as she stood in front her family. She shouldn’t have been this nervous, but with ten pairs of eyes glued on her every move made her hands shake. She was grateful that Gendry was by her side looking equally as nervous as she did.

“Arya, dear. What is going on?” her mother asked, her voice filled with concern and impatience.

Arya sighed, “Right, well I guess I will start with the easiest. Gendry and I are dating. We have been for a little over a year now. Does anyone have an issue with that? No? Great, moving on.” She paused and grabbed Gendry’s hand for the next announcement. “The second thing I wanted to say to you all, my fami-”

“Wait, wait, and wait. You and Gendry have been together this whole time?” Jon asked perplexed.

“Yes…we have.” Arya said slowly.

“So, even during our engagement party? Wait, when I knocked on your bedroom door was he…were you two…oh gods.” His face paled and he darted his gaze towards Gendry. If looks could kill, Gendry would be struck dead by Jon, Robb, and her mother.

“Oh, get over yourself Jon. I’ve been having sex since I was seventeen. I’m twenty four, so do the math.” She jabbed.

“It’s about bloody time.” Bran finally spoke. “I’ve been calling this since Arya moved to King’s Landing. Hey, Sans, pay up. You lost the bet.”

Sansa laughed, “No, you pay up. You said they would hook up on Jon and Dany’s engagement party, I said they would hook up before.”

Bran grumbled and pulled a bill out of his wallet, shoving it into Sansa’s hand.

“Now, as I was saying-”

“Arya dear, are you sure that a relationship with him is wise, I mean don’t you think that you would fare better with Ned?” he mother interrupted.

Arya gritted her teeth, “No, mother! I love Gendry and I choose to be with him. I’m not breaking up with him.”

“But, Arya-”

“Oh my gods! I’m pregnant! I am pregnant and Gendry is the father and I am not getting back together with Ned Dayne!” She exploded. Everything she had been feeling over the last couple of months had finally unleashed. She was like a bubbling volcano that erupted with full force. Her family had gone silent and Gendry looked as if he was going to faint. She could see the mild disappointment in her mother’s eyes, which Arya ignored. She then looked over at her father who had tears in his eyes. There weren’t tear of anger or sadness, but rather tears of joy and happiness. Jon and Robb had the same look of surprise and Arya knew that Gendry wasn’t getting out of this barbeque unscathed. Sansa was giddy; a mix of excitement and wonder present on her face.

“Well then. I am happy for you two.” Her mother stiffly said as she rose from her seat. She walked over to the bar and poured a glass of whiskey before exiting the parlor.

“Father?” Arya asked.

“Your mother will be fine. Let her vent and she’ll come around.” He said as he embraced Arya. He turned to Gendry and gave him a sturdy pat on the back.

The rest of her family congratulated her, and although her brothers were being overprotective, they too congratulated the couple. The Stark clan shuffled out of the parlor, leaving Gendry and Arya alone.

“Well, that wasn’t so bad.” Gendry observed.

“I supposed you’re right. Although, I don’t think you are out of the clear quite yet. My brothers are going to want to talk to you.”

“Maybe I can just hide out here with you.” He said as he pulled her into his embrace.

“I’ll keep you safe. I promise.” Arya said with a smirk.

She breathed in deep and welcomed the musky scent that Gendry emitted. It was one of the only smells that didn’t make her sick to her stomach.

“And to think, this all started with a drunken night.” He joked.

Arya laughed, “You think you can get our zipper off? Like right now?”

Gendry looked down at Arya, “Oh, you bet.”

Arya smiled and pulled from his embrace to close the parlor door. She locked it swiftly and heard the distinctive sound of a zipper opening