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wito-chan-bla-bla · 2 years ago

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A curse named (Y/N)-chan

People... such funny creatures! When you "get to know" little Satoru Gojo, you decide to raise him and enjoy his little baby cheeks. Well, maybe it's also by chance to cultivate in him the desire to "adopt" curses and simultaneously make him fall in love with himself. Oh, I forgot to tell you. You're a curse

When I was writing this, I went crazy, so I used several tenses at the same time, so the story may look a little wavy. Also, initially the reader was a woman, but then I decided that gender is not important, so if there is a mention of "she", it is... It's just a mistake that I didn't see! (Glasses don't help me).

–Aren't you tired of it, Sukuna-kun?

–First of all, if you call me that again, trifle, I'll rip out your tongue. Secondly, do you really have nothing to do that you prefer to desecrate my throne, lying on its back like a flea–ridden cat?

–Firstly, – you mimic him, – you tell me this for the umpteenth time. And don't forget that I can always grow myself a new tongue or even two to annoy you even more. Secondly, I just came to talk. Don't you want to chat with an old friend?

–Since when are we friends?

–And since when not, Sukuna-kun? – you poke him on the cheek a couple of times. The curse irritably tries to bite off your finger with its summoned mouth. – Hey, don't forget that your status as the 'king of curses' doesn't make me a small bug compared to you! Maybe I'm even stronger than you!

–What else will your little brain come up with?

You sigh and jump off the throne, ending up on the marble floor. Looking around the temple, built specifically for your "colleague". Your tail hits the floor a couple of times, and small cracks appear on it. Sukuna sighs, looking at you from his seat.

–I knew that it was necessary to chop off the hands of the master who made this floor.

–As if you wouldn't have killed him in the end anyway.

–Can you leave now and leave me? I wasn't looking for your company and I'm not going to look for it.

–I was just planning to leave. I'll just tell you something, – you look around the temple with four eyes without pupils before you start talking. – I've heard about a newly formed clan of sorcerers. The Gojo clan, if you're interested. They are said to be quite powerful.

–Thank you, (Y/N), I'll go and kill them as soon as you leave here.

–Thank you for listening, – you sigh, shaking your head. – So what am I talking about?.. Oh, right. You're a dictator, Sukuna-kun. History is cyclical, and therefore sooner or later your reign will end. I just want to ask you not to date anyone from Gojo, especially if the sorcerer has strange eyes and the attacks won't hurt him. You will be able to recognize the members of the Gojo clan by their white hair. They often have blue eyes, as far as I've heard.

–Anything else, Mom?

–M-m, yes, definitely. If you do die, then let's meet in a few centuries so that I can laugh at you!

–Yes, yes… Will you leave now?

–Of course! By the way, – you shouted almost at the door, turning to face the curse, – I'll be back in a couple of days to sleep in your garden!

–You're like a little flea cat! Die somewhere already!

–I love you too, Sukuna-kun, – you giggle, waving goodbye to him before leaving.

The curse exhales with relief and throws his head back, hoping that you will not come in a couple of days or a week.

And you really don't come to his abode. Because Sukuna was expelled by a sorcerer from the Gojo clan, and his temple was destroyed to the ground.

*+*

Curses. Terrible and scary. You were one of them, standing on a par with the king of curses many years ago. Funny, isn't it?

You were born from the negative emotions of two sides: slaves and their masters. The former could no longer tolerate the abuse of themselves, the latter hated the fact that the "animals" they bought were so unproductive, weak and disgusting.

Negative emotions have been gathering together for generations. And so you were born. Or maybe not quite you? There are too many riddles of your birth for you to want to solve them. You only knew that ordinary people saw you. You had enough of their pathetic faces, fear and crying to be satisfied. The rest is not so important.

You were a small and cute curse, similar to a human, but at the same time very different from him. You were uselessly near Sukuna, taking him out and chatting useless things. A couple of times the curse wanted to kill you, but it could never win. (Well, or just didn't want to).

You were on different sides of the coin. Sometimes slaughtering entire cities, forcing people to drown in their own blood, sometimes helping slaves, thanks to whose hatred you were born. The "King of Curses" used to say that you must have human blood in you for people to see you, but you always shrugged your shoulders, saying that you had never seen your parents, if there were any at all.

After Sukuna was already "destroyed" in the form of a curse, you decided to hide from the world, not wanting to die the same way. Sometimes you staged little genocides, meeting sorcerers and just smiling at them, sitting on piles of dead bodies before disappearing again for months. But in the end you got bored with it all.

Death, death, and death again. Who would like that? You have seen too many ruined destinies to be pleased with another dead man. Therefore, for the first half of your life without Sukuna, you hid from the world, presenting yourself to everyone as just a human sage, hiding your true appearance with the help of techniques. The second half you came out into the light, showing yourself to people and beginning to understand their way of life and worldly life. Sometimes you even got a job to understand what it's like... to be a person.

Soon it turned out that people needed at least a first and last name. There were no big problems with this, you took advantage of those that a small child had, who was the first person who was not afraid of you.

Then the human child would hand you a flower, smiling awkwardly and swallowing.

–Curse-sama, please don't kill my family.

The whole situation was so funny that you decided to ask the baby's name. (Y/N) (Y/S). You started calling yourself that, and soon people started using the same pseudonym, forgetting about the "creepy creature with a tail and four eyes." (Not that the human name (Y/N) somehow helped to change the attitude towards you).

You barely stuck your head out, sometimes killing curses if they interfered with your "fun with people". But one day everything was going to change.

You heard from a couple in a cafe where you were resting after a long journey from another country that the Gojo clan had an heir with two abilities of his clan. Once this big family killed Sukuna, and you wanted to look at the little boy who has already been called the most powerful sorcerer of the generation.

You carried within you pleas for freedom and thoughts of enslaving people. Your basic abilities didn't work on curses, but they were perfectly used on people.

Your powers were somewhat similar to the Cursed Speech, but to activate your abilities, you had to perform much more actions. For example, you had to touch a person, look into his eyes, or make him hear your voice in order to "connect". Then to be able to say that it wasn't always possible, especially if you had been badly beaten before.

And the stronger your opponent was, the more you had to invest the damned energy, the more actions you had to perform at the same time.

You have met only one person in your life whom you were able to subdue only when you shouted in his ear, touched his skin and looked straight into his eyes, spending a huge amount of cursed energy on each order. And this person still reminds you of himself with a scar on his back.

Three things that connected you with people: needs, external fragility and the ability for people to see you. You were more of a curse than a real person, even if you could look like the last one.

And yet here you are, walking down the corridor with your hands in your pockets, ordering the servants not to notice you, instead of just killing them all. One of the Gojo people's employees was stopped so that you could find out which way the heir of the clan is.

And here he is, sleeping in a crib, surrounded by hired sorcerers. You quickly make them fall asleep by walking up to the wooden furniture and looking at the little boy snoring in his sleep.

As soon as you approach, the child opens his eyes, and incredibly beautiful blue eyes look at you. I want to tear them out and take them away forever as a trophy, but instead you reach out to gently poke the boy in the nose. Little Gojo laughs, reaching out to catch your finger with his palm.

Ah, children, children… You used your weapons on them as well. You could so easily kill this "chosen one" now, wreaking havoc among the sorcerers. But... how could you kill such a cutie?

You chuckle as you continue to play with a child who has finally woken up from sleep. Shifting your weight onto a crib that could support several adult men, you gently stroke the boy's cheeks.

–You're so funny and innocent. I wonder if you will cry if I show you my true form?

A second later, a man no longer ordinary in appearance rises above the crib. It's you, a creepy curse with sharp claws, a tail and four completely white eyes glowing in the dark. The skin looks painful, and the fangs in the mouth are sharp and frightening.

But instead of screaming and crying, the boy only laughs harder, trying to put your claw in his mouth. You stop him by assuming a more human form again. And still the pad of your finger bites with a mouth without teeth.

–You know, the news that a child of the Gojo clan was killed by an unknown curse would surely shock the world, – you bend over and let the boy pull your hair. – But the news that will make everyone even more worried is that... – you chuckle, smiling slightly, – that the most powerful sorcerer was raised by a curse.

*+*

You've been working with children for twenty years. It was... a fun experience. Your hatred of little people was mixed with love, and now you treated children neutrally.

But when it came to Satoru, you returned to the fact that you hate and love children at the same time.

–(Y/N)-cha-an!

–What happened, Satoru-sama? – you ask indifferently, continuing to peel the apple.

–When will all this end?

–Do you mean the whole day as a whole or just your lesson?

–I mean studying, – the boy with blue eyes the color of magic clear water looks at you, dropping his head on the writing table. – I'm tired of listening to the elders saying that my task is to learn all the techniques of the clan as soon as possible. I'm tired of hearing that I have to be a worthy member of my clan, and it's worth working for. I'm tired of reading these dusty scrolls!

You silently watch the whining of the child. He's right about something. From the moment little Satoru learned to read and write, he was constantly forced to study or fight. The little boy looked so innocent, rushing to you after a long workout to get a loving hug. The next minute, he was already being picked up for the next class.

Children should enjoy life and have fun. Satoru was forced to learn and fight. His character does not help to lead such a lifestyle.

–Would you like an apple, Satoru-sama? – you ask, serving a plate with sliced slices.

–They're sour again, aren't they? – Gojo grabs a piece and looks at it for a while. You snort and shake your head negatively. Then the child puts an apple in his mouth, cuts it with his teeth and immediately sticks out his tongue. – (Y/N)-chan, you lied to me!

– I'm sorry, but I have no right to eat the food of the owners.

– Shouldn't you try the dishes in front of me so that I don't get poisoned in case of something?!

– This apple is definitely sweet, – you quickly and deftly translate the topic.

– I don't trust you anymore!

–Then I'll eat it myself. A-a-a!.. – you open your mouth, bringing the fruit closer to you. Satoru sulks, eventually snatching food from you and taking a big bite. Pink flowers appear around him, proving that you did not lie to the boy.

You sigh, shaking your head. You allow yourself to put your cheek on your palm, and your elbow on the table where you are sitting. You are watching a happy Gojo who does not notice the juice flowing down his hands.

The elders and parents of Satoru forced the boy to eat only healthy food. And you agreed with them, but would a few sweets be so bad? Little Gojo almost died in class from lack of strength, constantly lying on tables and trying to sleep during lectures. (Although you were sure that it wasn't a lack of energy, but you understood the boy perfectly, so you continued to believe that it was all because of the lack of sweets in the diet).

You grab a towel, leaning towards the child, starting to wipe the juice tracks. Satoru blinks a couple of times and then gets distracted from eating the fruit, allowing you to take care of it.

You lean closer to Gojo, as if you want to tell some secret, and the boy involuntarily gives in closer.

–If you pass the exam successfully at the end of this stage of training, I promise that I will bake you cookies.

–Cookies? – the boy's eyes light up, and you can't stop admiring the small spring lakes that Satoru's eyes are so similar to.

–Yes, cookies. Lots and lots of sweet cookies.

Gojo looks around for his teacher, who has left on clan business. The boy thinks for a second, and then actively nods. You hold out your hand, and the little wizard shakes it. Smiling, you bend down even more to kiss Satoru on the top of his head.

The boy smiles happily, but then sighs, nibbles the apple and gives you the core. When the teacher returns, he is very surprised, because the heir of the Gojo clan obediently performs the task, and does not try to fall asleep or run away with you, his personal servant, hired by recommendation two months after the birth of little Satoru.

*+*

You laugh when the boy pulls you by the yukata, showing his grades for the test. From the outside, it seems as if you are his parent, and not his personal servant-nanny. And you really do your duty by bending down to pat the boy on the head, tell him that he did a good job, and then take him to the kitchen as soon as night falls.

The room is quiet, only Satoru hums some melodies that don't even exist in reality. The boy complains that he still has to wait until the cookies are baked. You say he can go to bed, but the sorcerer refuses, jumping up from his chair and hugging your leg.

–Thought you could escape from me, (Y/N)-chan? No! I'm going to sit here until I get my cookies!

You nod, stroking the boy's head with a clean hand so far. The dough is almost ready, and soon the cookies will be in the oven.

The oven starts to light up with a soft yellow light, allowing you to look at the food inside. Satoru stares at the sweets for a while, as if watching TV, until eventually he climbs onto your lap, comfortably settling into your arms. You take a book of fairy tales out of yukata's pocket and start reading aloud.

The elders say that such stories will not help prepare the heir of the clan for real life. You silently nod to them, pretending that you respect and accept the opinion of mortals. And all the same, you end up reading Satoru stories about princes and princesses, dragons, knights and true love at night.

As always, the boy falls asleep quickly, but you have to finish the story, because he is ready to wake up at any moment as soon as you stop talking. But then the words "the end of the story" are heard, and Satoru falls into a deeper sleep.

You rock the little sorcerer in your arms, looking at the cookies. When the sweets are ready, you gently wake up the child. The kid is unhappy, but when he smells sweet, he immediately forgets about any anger.

Satoru sits on the floor and eats cookies, washing it down with milk. His cheeks are so round and cute that you can't resist yourself and stroke his baby skin. Gojo opens his eyes, previously closed in ecstasy, and looks at you. Swallowing food, he snuggles closer to your hand, like a little puppy.

You gently run your hand over his head a couple of times before getting up and starting to clean up.

You carry Satoru back to his room in your arms. The boy fell asleep almost immediately after you raised him at his request-by order. You quietly inform an elder who has passed by that the heir of the clan has fallen asleep while studying.

When you tried to leave to get some sleep, Gojo refused to let you go, waking up and clutching your yukata with his hand. You had to stay with him, hugging him like a mother should hug. That night everyone slept peacefully.

*+*

–(Y/N)-chan, (Y/N)-chan, did you see that? That was cool, right? Say it, say it!

You giggle as you watch the boy jump around waiting, wanting to know your answer. You raise your hands and clap your hands several times, showering Satoru with praise. Gojo lights up like a little star, while behind him a sorcerer of a special rank is trying to recover, because part of the Satoru technique touched him and destroyed a little hair on his bangs.

–Will I get anything for being so smart and quick-witted? – he asks quietly, pulling your yukata a couple of times.

You pretend to be thinking. In fact, you bought him sweets a long time ago, but still teasing a small child is so funny and fun that you can't stop doing it every time.

–M-m, I don't even know. Have you done well enough, Satoru-sama?

–I can demolish another half of the forest, if that's what you want! The boy exclaims, turning to the already destroyed territory and putting his hands together, ignoring the still shocked sorcerer on the way.

–No, no, no, I'm already convinced of everything! – you shout, picking him up in your arms and starting to spin him around. – You definitely deserve a reward, Satoru-sama.

–Then can we go eat right now?! – the boy asks, raising his hands and starting to kick in your arms not on purpose.

–I think it depends on your sensei.

–Sense-ei, can I go eat? Or do I need to hit something else?! – Gojo shouts, getting comfortable in your arms and starting to hug you with one hand.

–Y-you can go, G-Gojo-sama, – the magician whispers, looking around the territory and his ruined hairstyle in shock.

Satoru shouts joyfully and tells you to carry him straight to the estate. You shake your head and roll your eyes, lowering the boy to the ground. He wants to start complaining, but then you crouch down, pointing at your back. The child immediately understands what is required of him, and finds himself sitting first on your back, and then on your shoulders.

Satoru hugs your head with one hand, the other he lifts up. The boy shouts joyfully as you run towards the estate, holding his legs. An expensive kimono develops in the wind.

He eats his snacks with pleasure, drinking tea at your quiet order. Little Gojo is absolutely happy and ready to continue his training. Just stay with him and keep spoiling him. Just keep giving him what he doesn't have and is unlikely to have: love.

*+*

–I know you're a sorcerer.

You shudder, looking at the boy who pulls your sleeve. The books you carry in your hands almost fall to the floor.

–What are you talking about, Satoru-sama?

–I noticed a long time ago that you have a cursed energy. When I asked my dad about it, he replied that you are just a person. Why are you hiding your status? If you are a sorcerer, then why do you work as a servant?

You hum nervously, not expecting to be discovered. But in the end it had to happen. A little boy has Six Eyes. He sees everything. (More precisely, almost everything).

You try to avoid this conversation, but Satoru follows you around, attracting the attention of servants and clan members. You bend over and promise to tell him everything later, but for now let him go to class. You will join him as soon as you take the book to his room.

Gojo is unhappy, but obeys. He leaves, taking one last look at you. Too adult a look for a small child.

In the evening, you lie to Satoru that you are just tired of being a sorcerer and decided to devote yourself to growing a new generation. And since you didn't have any children of your own, you decided to take care of little Gojo.

The boy seems to be satisfied with your answer. He is glad that now all your attention belongs to him. The child stretches out his arms to hug you around the neck, and you obediently bend down to make it more comfortable for him.

What would you be doing now if you still decided to kill this child or leave him alive, but without becoming his personal servant? Oh, what's the difference? You exist here and now, ready to entertain the boy and take care of him.

Even if he banishes you in the future. Because you're more of a monster, damn it, than a real person.

*+*

– I want to fight with you, – "Eh?.." – Fight! You said you know some techniques. Let's fight!

You try to refuse, but you are already being dragged towards the forest that has just begun to be covered with grass again. (More precisely, to what is left of the forest). Gojo bounces with every step, and you feel your back starting to hurt. And here you are standing in the middle of a small quarry created by Satoru. The boy stretches, and then gets into a fighting stance. You sigh and summon the spear to start this battle.

You don't plan on putting a lot of effort into fighting Gojo the same way you fight curses when they dare to get at you or the people you "play" with. In addition, you have more experience and cursed energy, so you don't plan to die from Satoru strikes.

The battle consists mainly of you attacking and not being able to break through the barrier. The boy laughs and uses his techniques, which you easily dodge. Sometimes you forget that you don't have a tail in this form, and you almost fall, unable to catch on to anything. But in the end, you still manage to avoid the attack.

At some point, the excitement consumes you, and you use the technique, sending a huge charge of cursed energy from the spear. Satoru, of course, was not injured. Satoru, of course, is delighted. He asks you about a technique that can do the same damage as his clan abilities.

You are silent, looking at the destruction. They can be attributed to the work of a small Gojo. But how do you explain to the head of the clan the sudden appearance of your cursed energy?

You do not comment on Satoru's delight by suggesting that he return home. And his father is waiting for you at home. A man interrogates you about a sudden surge of energy. He asks you why you didn't tell him that the sorcerer, what does such a strong man do in the place of a servant and most importantly… what are you planning to do with Satoru.

You sit with your head down, silent. The head of the clan abruptly gets up from his seat and comes to you, ready to interrogate and find out what you are planning to do with his son.

When he is next to you, you raise your head, grab the man by the bare ankle, visible from under a long kimono, and quietly whisper: "I order!" The man freezes, ready to listen to your order. You exhale with relief, looking around. There's no one around.

You tell the head of the clan never to remember that you own the cursed energy again. You tell him to assume that he called you here to praise you for your work. As soon as there is a click of fingers, the technique is completed, and the man flaps his eyes in surprise, looking around.

Noticing you sitting on your knees in front of him, the sorcerer swallows and moves away a few steps. He says you did a great job and then sends you away. In the evening, you watch Satoru reading some scroll, almost falling asleep. You reach out to touch his neck, but change your mind at the last moment. You bend down and ask Gojo not to tell anyone about your strength. The boy immediately gets a little excited and promises to keep your secret.

Let's see if we can really rely on you.

But, as time has shown, it is quite possible. Because no one will know about your secret for a long time.

*+*

–Where are we going? Satoru asks, looking down at his clothes. It's the first time he's wearing anything other than kimono, and he's surprised by a simple T-shirt and pants, as well as sneakers. The boy is too used to traditional sandals.

–Your parents have gone to a meeting of the three clans with the elders, and this is our chance to walk around the city.

–Are we going to eat? – the blue eyes shone.

–Of course, Satoru-sama.

The boy happily jumps on the spot a couple of times while you giggle. You double-check the bag several times to make sure you don't forget anything. Having forced Gojo to put on a hoodie, you hide his white hair under the hood, then take his hand and lead him away from the clan territory.

The city is visible nearby. You are humming, looking around the lonely paths. Satoru had gone outside the clan's territory before, went down to the city, but then he did it as the heir of Gojo. In addition, the little sorcerer was not really allowed to see anything, because he usually immediately got into the car and left "to visit" other families of sorcerers.

Satoru jumps next to you, clutching your hand tightly. He is not afraid to get lost, he is not afraid to get into danger. He just doesn't want you to ever leave him. Soon you are walking with him through the semi-deserted streets. It's late now, any other day you would have sent Gojo to bed immediately, but this time you made an exception. (Besides, the boy looks quite cheerful, so no problem).

A 24-hour restaurant with ramen greets bored people. You lead Satoru to the farthest table, telling him not to remove the hood from his head yet. Putting Gojo closer to the wall, you hand him the menu, looking through your own bored.

You have tasted many dishes in your long life. You almost didn't feel the taste, unless the food was insanely spicy or sweet. Your meals were always alone, and you began to perceive food consumption as a necessity, and not something exciting and fun, as it could be if you were an ordinary person born in an ordinary family.

Satoru still did not listen to you and pulled off the hood. But now everyone was trying not to fall asleep on the tables, so everyone didn't care about the strange boy. Gojo was constantly tugging at your hand, asking about this or that ingredient or name. You answered quietly, giggling at how innocent and ignorant the boy really was.

Satoru could be at least a hundred times the son of the head of the clan and the future most powerful sorcerer, he still knew so little about the real world so far… You watched Gojo, who was already breaking the third sticks, unable to properly divide them into two parts. You handed him yours with a sigh, feeling sorry for the poor waiter, who was almost asleep on the move. Satoru asked what you would eat, so you just took the two longest wooden cores and started eating.

An ordinary person would die trying your spicy ramen. You just mumbled happily, feeling yourself warming up from the inside. Satoru wanted to steal some from you, but you silently pushed his plate towards him.

Gojo pouted, but his offense didn't last long. A few minutes later, he was already slurping noodles, not caring about the manners and discontented looks of the elders, which can be ignored, but they are still annoying.

You had to wipe Satoru's cheeks several times because he was actually born in the year of the pig! The boy smiled innocently at you, shoving a piece of meat into his mouth with a satisfied grin. Not knowing what to do: giggle or sigh – you just smiled in response, glad that the little child was able to take a little break from the pressure of the clan.

After a warm and hearty dinner, Gojo almost fell asleep on your lap. You casually mentioned sweets in a local store, and the boy immediately opened his eyes, jumped up and pulled your sleeve, bouncing vigorously. You smiled for the umpteenth time today, crouched down to hide his hair with a hood, and dragged the sorcerer towards the convenience store.

Gojo wanted to take all the sweets he could reach. After a lot of bidding, you agreed to five different pieces.

You still had to carry Satoru back in your arms because he was exhausted. You were humming a song that you listened to a hundred years ago, walking along lonely streets.

Suddenly you stopped, turning and looking with disgust at the figure frozen in the alley.

–Well? You wanted to rob me, didn't you? Then come out, you worthless coward.

The robber awkwardly fell out of the shadows, pointing a gun at you. You rolled your eyes as you lowered the shopping bag. It was the outskirts of the city, too quiet area. You looked at the weapon in the man's hands. He has a silencer.

You are slowly moving towards the robber, the face begins to slowly transform, human features are more and more fading into the background. Smiling at a man with a crazy smile, you speak a language that never existed, but still terrifies a person.

Satoru smiles in his sleep, snuggling closer to you. You move close to the frozen man, grabbing the gun and squeezing it with a light movement. Useless metal falls on the asphalt.

–Do you still want to attack us, little mortal? I could use your guts to warm my cold insides.

The man runs away before you have time to come up with enough creepy threats. After showing him your tongue at last, you return your "human face" and go for the package, and then carry the sweet bun-sorcerer and candy back to the clan.

*+*

–Satoru-sama, you... you! ..

–M?

–How can you even live like this?! – you take napkins out of the bag and bend down to wipe the boy's face. – I have not seen a single person who manages to get his forehead dirty while eating ice cream! Okay cheeks, okay nose, but ... forehead?!

–But the ice cream was really delicious!

–Sometimes I really want to quit ... – you whisper to nowhere, and the boy immediately hugs you, anxiously squeezing your body with his hands.

–I'm not letting you go anywhere! Don't even think about getting rid of me, (Y/N)-chan!

You sigh and pat Gojo on the head. Suddenly you freeze, slowly lowering your gaze to your clothes, now stained with ice cream because of the sorcerer's face.

–S-Satoru-sama-a ... – you hiss angrily, and the boy immediately runs away from you. You just get even more napkins. When it comes to the Gojo heir, anyone needs a lot of napkins. (As strange as it may sound).

Rarely have you been able to walk with Satoru not late at night or even at night. His parents and mentors watched the boy like hawks. You had to put a lot of effort so that no one would know that Gojo was watching strange cheap movies with you at night instead of sleeping.

As soon as you wiped your clothes, you immediately started running after the little rascal, who began to show you his tongue. His face is clean thanks to the sacrifice in the form of your sweater. You clenched your teeth, trying to contain your anger, and ran after Satoru, who jumped up and started running away, shouting with laughter that you wouldn't catch him.

You chase him all over the park, as an older sister or mother might do. Satoru is growing fast, his physical skills are already higher than that of an ordinary child, and you might not catch him if you didn't have so much cursed blood in you. Gojo is fast and small, it easily climbs where you can't.

The longer you run, the further you go into a huge park.

Suddenly you stop, feeling cursed. Turning your head, you want to use your abilities to destroy the nasty creature, but Satoru does it earlier, and you become even more dissatisfied.

–I bet I'll destroy more curses this day than you? – the boy asks with a laugh

–Then if I win, then you won't eat sweets for a week!

–Eh?! T-then... then if I win, you'll bake me a cake every day!

–I agree! – you shake his hand. (The Sorcerer does not need to know that you simply will not give him any more sweets, except cakes).

As a result, you split up with him and start looking for curses. Fortunately, there is an abandoned building nearby, which used to be a school. You sneak in with the boy before you start looking for curses without any unnecessary actions. It's quite difficult to do this without a veil, but your inner flair has never failed, and Satoru has Six Eyes.

You already want to destroy the little curse, when suddenly the wind blows from behind, and you are forced to summon a spear to block the attack of an adult sorcerer. You don't know where it came from, why it attacks you. Perhaps he realized that you are a curse. But in any case, you are not going to give up.

The walls are covered with cracks from the ongoing battle, you are desperately trying to figure out whether it is worth killing this sorcerer. And if he is the son of some important family, and they try to kill you for his death?

But everything is solved quite simply. Satoru appears in front of you, and the weapon filled with cursed energy hovers in the air before falling to the floor. Gojo looks blankly at the sorcerer, and he shudders. The boy takes a few steps forward with his hands in his pockets. He is silent, the man does not move from his place for a few more seconds before he begins to retreat.

–Why did you want to kill my nanny? – Gojo asks coldly, he barely hides his anger. The man is silent, and then Satoru is next to him for a second before hitting the sorcerer in the face. – Answer me, weakling!

You watch with a calm face as an obviously professional sorcerer is beaten. The man wants to answer, but the young heir of the Gojo clan is strong. At this moment, you allow yourself a grin of pure-blooded curse and say loudly: "I order! Stop."

Both sorcerers freeze, and you pass between people unable to move. You stroke Satoru's head, and the boy immediately relaxes, realizing that this is not an enemy technique. Now he looks at you with shining eyes, but soon everything turns into darkness when you say: "I order! Forget this battle and go to sleep."

You catch Gojo on your hands, another sorcerer hits the floor with his forehead. By placing Satoru neatly on the nearest surviving bench, you force the man to wake up and interrogate him before erasing his memory and throwing him out the window.

Then you wake up Satoru and tell him that he was under the influence of the curse and fell asleep, so you won. The boy is sulking, but you take his face in your palms and kiss his cheek. The boy immediately smiles and says that he wants to go home to listen to a fairy tale from you. You nod and pick him up before carrying him away from school.

That sorcerer will never understand how he woke up in the courtyard of a forgotten school, and most importantly what he was doing there. If he wakes up at all, of course…

*+*

You knew why you were here. All because of Satoru's whining. He pulled you for yukata, saying that he would not go on a mission without you. As a result, his sensei was brazenly forgotten, and you were sent alone with the boy.

Not that you complained, because you could defeat any curse, but still... for the rest, you were an ordinary person, unless you only knew about curses and maybe saw them! Why were you forced to go on a mission where you can die?! (Although maybe they actually tried to get rid of you. But now it is not so important).

You were walking with Gojo through an abandoned building. A boy with a big smile on his lips chatted, destroying curses without even looking at his enemies. He cares more about your safety, constantly turning around at your figure.

You calmly stared at the terrible-looking walls until suddenly you felt a powerful cursed energy that was hiding pretty well. The power of the curse involuntarily resonated with yours, so you were able to understand that a special rank is wandering around here... more precisely, this special rank is approaching you and Gojo.

–Satoru–sama, – you said with a friendly smile, – last time you fell asleep when you were killing curses. How about the same deal, but to win you have to destroy all the curses in half an hour? If you fail, then you won't eat sweets for two weeks! If you win, I will bake cakes for two weeks.

–I won't lose this time! – the sorcerer exclaimed a little arrogantly, giving you a "high five" and then running away to start destroying the curses.

You waved to him and shouted that you would be waiting for the boy near the entrance. As soon as he goes far enough away, you turn with disgust to the wall from which the curse comes out.

–Appear before me already, you nonentity, – you hissed, and the curse with a questioning squeak came out to you completely. – What are you watching? Did you think I'd say I'm glad to see you and we'd go kill the boy together? You think too highly of yourself to think that I would want to have something in common with you!

You summoned a spear and attacked a curse that dodges. The eyes looked at you with a question for a few seconds, and then filled with rage. A powerful stream of cursed energy, concentrated and amplified with the help of your weapon, hits only a small part of the curse, because it again moves away from the attack. Fast. If I didn't have time limits, I would do everything so that he wouldn't underestimate me and my skills. But now we need to act a little faster... although this curse still pisses me off!

You make a dissatisfied click and put away your weapon before folding your hands in a special gesture.

The space around him was transformed instantly, the curse was almost instantly captured by chains that tightly squeezed his body, not allowing him to get out of the grip. You wanted to attack the attacker, but suddenly slowly lowered the spear until you finally withdrew it for that day.

–You know, I usually used this space to capture a person, and then touch his skin, make him hear me, look into the eyes of the captured... or just kill him. These chains won't let you go, but at the same time they won't destroy you so easily. But you know what? – You grinned and sat down on the floor created by your technique. – we still have twenty-five minutes of time. You don't feel pain, but the chains are filled with cursed energy. How about playing a game? – you raise your hand and snap your fingers. "I'm going to add more and more damned energy every minute, and the chains will squeeze your body more and more. Let's find out how long you can hold out against my technique!

You laughed like a madman, watching as more and more chains encircle the curse.

–Make yourself comfortable, – you said with a laugh, watching how the curse is starting to look more and more like a sausage tied with a rope with every second. – I'm only yours for these twenty–five minutes. Well... – you snap your fingers again, filling the chains with even more damned energy, – time has gone!

After a while.

–You're late! – Gojo pointed an accusatory finger at you. – And you're nine minutes late!

–Sorry, sorry, Satoru-sama. I was just looking at the school grounds too much. But I found a gift for you!

–If it's not a cake, then I don't care.

–It's not a cake, it's a finger! – you opened your palm, showing the cursed object. The sorcerer winces and sticks out his tongue in disgust.

–Ugh, what is this?!

–This is a curse finger named Sukuna, who is called the "king of curses".

–Hey, there can only be one king here! And that's me!

–I know, I know, but Sukuna-kun lives longer, so respect his old gray head.

–«Sukuna-kun»? Why do you use "-kun", (Y/N)-chan in relation to the curse?

Damn, I let it slip! You smile nervously and shake your head.

–For make fun of him, of course! – you're telling the truth. – But that's not the most important thing. I need to take this finger to the elders.

–Why?! Let's keep it for ourselves!

–And why? Do you want to eat it?

–And what will happen then?

–Well, you will either die or become a vessel for Sukuna-kun.

–Cool, I'll be even stronger!

–I'm sorry, but I can't stand two annoying idiots in one body.

–Eh? What did you say about me, (Y/N)-chan?! – Satoru jumps next to you, shaking the sleeve of your yukata.

–Nothing, nothing at all, Satoru-sama! – you say in the most innocent voice, laughing at the boy.

–No, I heard you say I'm an idiot!

–Oh? How so? I definitely couldn't say that!

–I demand two cakes a day for insulting my personality!

–Usually at such moments people say they will fire their servants…

–But you are not my servant, – Gojo stops and looks at you with his innocent childish eyes. – You're my nanny! – what's the difference?! – And I don't want you to go anywhere!

The boy hugs your leg, and you gently stroke his hair.

Satoru still kept the finger for himself. Well, you don't mind. Maybe, in this scenario, you will see your friend earlier?..

*+*

Gojo has been hanging on to you for a while now, practically sobbing. His body, which had become incredibly tall, almost completely blocked the sunlight from you. Satoru's father watched with displeasure, but at the same time he was glad that everything would end soon.

–Don't leave me, (Y/N)-cha-a-an! – Gojo stretched out for the umpteenth time, hugging you harder. (If it was possible at all). – Why do you have to go somewhere?!

–Because you are already fifteen, Satoru-sama, – you explained with an empty face, mentally crying too. – I can't be your babysitter at that age.

–Then be my personal servant, – Gojo straightened up to his full height, took your hands in his and looked into your eyes. Do you know that this can actually be regarded as a demotion?! – And then you'll have to come with me!

–I'm sorry, Satoru-sama, but I'm pretty bad at cleaning, – you sighed, raising your hand and stroking his white hair. – I'm not disappearing from this world. We'll still see each other.

–Really? – blue eyes lit up with a new stunning shade. – Then stay in the dorm with me!

–I say I can't! ..

you sighed when the sorcerer once again squeezed you like a teddy bear. The years fly by pretty fast. You didn't even notice how Satoru reached the age of fifteen and started whining about wanting to go to school in Tokyo. All this time you've been around, enjoying killing curses that dared to get too close to "your human". Of course, you still let Gojo dominate strong curses, just sometimes made sure that a sorcerer not yet fully trained would not die.

These years of your life have been filled with shopping trips, persuading Satoru not to buy every souvenir he sees on his way, making sweets and hugging Gojo, who is tired of this life. Every year the sorcerer became more and more affectionate with you, needing love and support, which he did not receive from his ever-pressing clan.

When Satoru wanted to go to school in Tokyo, you realized that you could no longer watch Gojo transform from a cheerful fool into a man with a murderous look in a second. (And all just because some man roughly pushed you towards the road when he tried to pass by).

If for so many years of working in the clan you were able to do everything so that they wouldn't find out about you, but at the same time sorcerers appeared every few months who wanted to kill you for some reason, then what happens if you find yourself on the territory of a school filled with completely different sorcerers? You should have been lying low at least for a while. (Even if they tried to kill you just because you're Satoru Gojo's babysitter).

Satoru would have continued to hang on to you and cry if you hadn't patted his head and kissed him on the cheek. Gojo froze along with all the people who saw him off. The undergrowth's cheeks turned red, he stared at your eternally young face. You gave him a kind smile before only ruining his hair more with your hand.

–How about we meet and chat after the first week of your studies? – you asked, slowly starting to move forward. Gojo began to slowly move backwards, continuing to enjoy stroking his head. – I can bake a cake for you.

–What kind of cake?! He can't have so many sweets! – it was heard from somewhere on the part of the elders, but you ignored them.

–We could chat over a cup of tea and discuss your classmates.

Satoru nodded, enjoying the view of your face, located so close and at the same time so far away. Suddenly, he crashed into something. It was a car whose door was open. You gently pushed the sorcerer forward, forcing him to fall on the seat. Bending down once more, you cupped his cheeks with your hands and brought your face closer to his…

Gojo thought you would kiss him on the lips. He even closed his eyes, hoping to enjoy these moments to the fullest. But you just smacked the sorcerer on the nose before walking away and waving with a small smile.

An agitated and blushing Satoru was cut off from you by a closed door. You waved to the teenager for a while until the car disappeared towards the airport. Turning to the head of the clan, you bowed and asked:

–Am I fired?

–Undoubtedly.

*+*

You visited the school in Tokyo once every few months, making sure to come with a cake for Satoru classmates. Gojo always ran to you with joyful shouts, opening his arms and almost jumping on you, which is why the dessert often almost fell out of your hands. But you didn't scold the sorcerer, you just hugged him by the neck and pressed him to you.

When Suguru and Shoko found out that you are not Satoru's partner, but his former nanny, they had a lot of questions. But you said that asking the age of old people like you is indecent, quickly distracting teenagers with a chocolate cake. (The truth was that you are so old that you don't even remember how old you are).

You preferred to get out of school with Satoru and attend festivals or watch movies. Gojo behaved strangely, stuttered and hugged you more often, but you thought he was just going through some kind of teenage stage, and didn't say anything.

Sometimes the sorcerer himself called you, asking you to come. This happened after long and difficult missions. Sometimes it is difficult even for an adult to cope with such a load, let alone a teenager who has been under pressure from his own family since childhood. But you were always there, often even in his bed, hugging the sorcerer who seemed small at such moments.

One day he came to you completely broken. You didn't ask anything, just pulled him onto your lap and hugged him, rocking him in your arms, as you once rocked a little boy who was unable to sleep just like that. Satoru sobbed softly into your shoulder, but you kept silent and stroked his back up and down. Since then, you have not come to school anymore... for many years.

On that day, Satoru, who turned twenty-eight, told you that he wanted you to go with him. You shrugged your shoulders and started moving towards the airport to fly to him from another city. Soon you were standing in front of the familiar school gates in Tokyo, waiting to be greeted.

–(Y/N)-cha-an! – Gojo shouted happily, appearing unexpectedly from behind and hugging you. He lifted you into the air, making you kick your legs ridiculously before putting you down and hugging you even harder.

–Hi, Satoru-kun, – you muttered softly, a little scared of the sorcerer who suddenly appeared. You got too used to his cursed energy and didn't even perceive him as a possible enemy. – So, what did you want to show me there?

– My students! This year they are absolutely amazing!

–You say that every year, – you giggle and let yourself be dragged up the stairs. – So, who is it this time? A child without cursed energy who wants to become a sorcerer? A big panda? The user of the cursed speech? A child enjoying a huge curse?

–I never guessed it!.. Unless the latter is the closest to the truth. Hey, look, they're ahead. My dear children, I brought "mom" to you!

You looked at Satoru questioningly, but the sorcerer was already lifting you into the air like a little lion cub to show to his "children". Your gaze hovered on one particular person who smiled the brightest of the three.

A mouth suddenly appeared on the young sorcerer's cheek, and you hurried to get out of Gojo's grip.

–Look who I see!..

Before Sukuna could say anything, you slapped the teenager on the cheek so that he almost left a dent in the stone floor as soon as his flight ended.

–W-what was that?! – the young sorcerer shouted, and you giggled awkwardly.

– I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I just don't like the King of curses too much.

–What a nice brazen lie to my face, – Sukuna's voice was heard again, and you pursed your lips irritably. – And you won't even tell me how glad you are to see me, you flea-ridden cat? I thought you'd at least greet your "friend". Or have you finally realized that these insignificant relationships will lead to nothing? – the curse looked at the frozen Satoru. – Although, judging by the blond man's face, you still continued to communicate with pathetic people. Hmm, your standards have always been low.

With an empty face, you snapped your fingers and spoke through your teeth, touching Gojo's cheek with one hand: "I order you! Frozen!"

The sorcerers froze, and Sukuna laughed. You walked up to his vessel and grabbed his cheeks with your thumb and forefinger, turning the teenager's head to look into the red eye of the curse.

–I see you want to die before you can completely subdue this body, don't you? – you asked, hissing.

–You know, I knew that all your brains fit in a teaspoon, but I didn't think that they would dry up so much over the centuries. The local sorcerers would rather kill you for making four of their relatives freeze in place.

–I may not have four eyes right now, but I can see that there is no one around. So don't worry about me, Sukuna-kun.

Blue eyes burned you from behind. You didn't pay attention to the silent order-the request to turn around from Gojo. You continued talking to the king of curses.

–I didn't think to worry about you. The sooner you die, flea cat, the better. And I'll even be able to finally help it!

Sukuna laughed, but you squeezed the teenager's cheeks harder and leaned closer to the red eye, so the curse involuntarily fell silent, interested.

–You know perfectly well that my technique doesn't work on curses, don't you, Sukuna-kun? But you forget that you are now in a human body. So I can control your nasty tongue.

–And what will you do when your "spell" is broken? Or are you not capable of thinking at least one step ahead?

–Oh, I'll just come here more often. I'm sure you'll be happy to see me!

–I doubt it very much.

–But I'm not! – you turn abruptly and approach Gojo before lifting his blindfold and looking straight into his blue eyes. The sky–colored "saucers" best convey the emotions of Satoru. – What? Yes, I am a curse. So what? But I can bake cakes!

You touch his cheek with your fingers, look straight into his eyes and calmly say: "I order you! Forget about what happened after I ordered you to freeze, and a minute before that."

When everyone comes to their senses, you begin to look closer at Yuji, look into his eyes and touch his cheeks. While everyone is distracted by conversations, you say: "I order! Make Sukuna-kun not talk about my life like a curse."

Control. Eternal control. But you can't keep control forever. That's why sooner or later they had to find out about you.

That day Satoru called Sukuna. The sorcerer who wants to go on a mission froze, turning his head to the curse.

–I would just like to ask you to give one last "hello" to a flea-ridden cat. I think she'll be whining in hell if she doesn't say goodbye to me.

–I didn't know that our "great king of curses" loves small animals so much. Maybe I should pet this cat for you again?

–Tc, you're as dumb as they are, – the curse rolls his eye. – Okay, I'll say it more clearly, blond. Say hello to your beloved babysitter before you cut off their head.

–Why would I kill (Y/N)-chan? – Satoru asks with interest. Meanwhile, Yuji hits his mouth with his palm.

– Sorry, sensei, he always talks nonsense when it comes to (Y/S)-san.

–If you can't digest the information, brat, that doesn't mean I'm talking nonsense, – the curse looked at the elder sorcerer again. – You didn't think that your "darling" (Y/N) could be an ordinary person with all the power they hide, did you? Come on, say "I knew something was wrong with them", don't disappoint me... although you don't have to try, you've already done it anyway.

– So you're saying that (Y/N)-chan is a curse? – Gojo asks slowly, trying to digest the information and not kill Sukuna in the same second.

–Yes.

–But people see them! Haven't you thought about that?

–They have some human blood in them. They are a disgusting example of the situation when a child could appear from a person and a curse.

–Do they by any chance look like a creature with pale skin the color of a swamp, four white eyes, a tail and sharp claws? – Gojo asks casually, feeling his heart pounding rapidly in his chest.

–Wow, you were able to remember the description that these old people gave you! I'm just starting to be proud of you.

Satoru abruptly rushes to the side with the words: "I have to find her before the others." Yuji questioningly accompanies his teacher, touching the cheek, on which you hit several times with great force, with the palm of his hand.

*+*

You ran and felt your heart beating fast. (Heart? Did you ever have it at all?) After turning the next corner, you hid in a dark alley before starting to use a masking technique. No one will think of looking for a curse among people, because you will soon look just like them…

Suddenly there was a wall in front of you, and you turned around to see the sorcerer standing in front of you. Swearing, you canceled the technique, because everything was useless. A familiar man has already seen your lower half, clawed legs and tail, so it's useless to try to pretend to be a fool.

–Sato-oru-ku-un! What a meeting!..

–Why have you been so attached to me all these years?

"A?" You blink a couple of times, trying to come to your senses. Gojo's voice is filled with cold and ice. You involuntarily cringe. When was the last time you saw him like this? Have you ever seen him like this?..

–You are a curse and a "friend" of Sukuna. Why didn't you just kill me then?

You try to smile like a madman, like a murderer, you want to intimidate Gojo so that he doesn't regret when he kills you, but you can't cope with your emotions. Curses feel something, too. Even your friend has become attached to the person. Here you are too.

–Why not? – you answer in the end it's windy. – I wanted to see the heir of the Gojo clan. I took a look and decided to stay close to see what would happen to you. Or did you not like my parenting techniques?

You carefully follow his every move. You wait for him to take off the blindfold, and you will have a chance. Most likely, the barrier between you and him has long been built.

–And you didn't even want to kill me? Not once?

–I must admit, I thought about it, but... you were such a sweet child that I couldn't raise my hand against you.

You are trapped. You can never hurt Satoru Gojo. And not even because of their abilities. You just won't be able to see the pain in those blue eyes.

– You're going to use your submission technique, aren't you?

–What are you talking about?

–I heard you talking to Sukuna once. He was laughing at you because you can't completely control Yuji-kun's body, because there is a curse in it. I must admit, I'm surprised that you stopped feeling my damn energy so quickly.

–I'm just used to you hanging out with me most of the time.

Satoru takes a few steps towards you with his hands in his pockets. You take a step back and suddenly notice earplugs in his ears. Growling, you begin to climb the wall with your claws, but an unknown force presses you to the floor.

–These earplugs are filled with cursed energy that should protect my ears. But the plugs themselves are so cheap that I can hear you perfectly.

Satoru sits down next to you and carefully examines your pathetic attempts to get out of his technique.

–I wonder if the elders will let me 'adopt' another curse?

–God loves the Trinity, doesn't he?

–And where does this come from in you at all?

–A hundred years ago I worked part-time in a Christian church…

Gojo giggles while you hiss, trying to resist.

Gojo. You have met them in one way or another throughout your life. First they destroyed your friend, then one of the sorcerers from this clan left a huge scar on your back. And now the other one is going to kill you or send you under the careful supervision of the elders, who will find a way to get rid of you.

Satoru sighs and you look at his tired but beautiful face. The sorcerer always looked cute, and for some reason you were furious when the daughters of other clans and families of sorcerers tried to flirt with him. When Gojo turned eighteen, you understood the reason.

You have fallen in love with a mortal man. You fell in love like a simple person. But you have lived too long to openly show that Satoru is dear to you not just as a son.

You wanted to keep this relationship in your heart along with photos taken on camera and phone. Perhaps someday you will want to leave this world, and next to your heart there will be an image of a white-haired sorcerer.

Well, or this same white-haired sorcerer will kill you.

You continued to resist, when suddenly Satoru sighed.

–What? Forgot to pick up the cake from the bakery? – you asked, grunting from the pressure.

–No. I just booked a table at a restaurant, and if I don't show up there in half an hour, the reservation will be canceled.

–W-why not deal with all this faster, then?

Gojo looks at you for a few seconds and then nods seriously.

–You're right. We're going on a date!

–W-what?! – you scream, and then suddenly faint.

When you open your eyes, you find yourself tied to a chair in the Gojo Estate.

–A good restaurant, – you say sarcastically, looking around the familiar walls.

–I knew you'd like it! – Satoru smiles, but then becomes serious. – But actually I was wrong, we only had five minutes, and you wouldn't have had time to wake up so quickly.

–So, what are you going to do with me?

–M-m, I offer a deal, – Gojo lifts the bandage slightly, and you prepare to scream, but close your mouth, knowing full well that you will not be able to subdue the sorcerer and escape in this way. – How about going on a date anyway? I have already told the elders that I have accepted another curse into our ranks, and now I want to completely annoy them.

–Y-you know that I'm at least thirty times older than you?

–Age is just a figure! – he exclaims in a childish voice before walking towards you.

–Okay... just untie me.

As soon as your hands are free, you are abruptly hugged. You notice that there is no earplugs in Satoru's ears, but he has pulled off his bandage. You could easily escape from him now, but...

–Even if you try to erase my memory, I will never forget you.

...but it's all useless. You have become attached to this person, he is "your human"… You put your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you. You will never be able to leave your "child". Even if you are a creepy curse that Sukuna plans to tease for the rest of the way in this world.

But you don't care. The main thing is that "your human" is completely safe and feels good, as if he has returned to childhood again, where there is only you, he and the chocolate cake you have prepared.

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࿐ “If Malleus had given you anything in the form of gold or diamond. You must prepare yourself. That’s a sign. You may not bear his kids just yet, but once his heat comes, it will be inevitable to stop him.”

➻ warnings: nsfw w/ a mix of fluff, breeding kink intensifies, vaginal penetration, clingy mal mal, rough sex, cunnilingus, just malleus going all out

➻ comments: it’s going to go back and forth between fluff and smut so be aware. minors, do not interact! this is The Dragon’s Temptation part two so enjoy! 4.4k words and fem reader <3

"Lilia…" you called, concerned, "...why are you laughing so much?" With no signs of stopping, the old fae continued to holler in laughter. His whole body shook as he continued to take in deep breaths in between chortles. You were growing even more concerned. It wasn't maniacal laughter, neither was it sadistic, it was just Lilia laughing in… joy if you would put it.

Silver— who was staring at Lilia and is currently half-awake—nudged his father to catch his attention; it didn’t work. Scratching his head with the same concerned expression on his face, he said, “Father. You know how laughing out of nowhere makes me nervous.”

The old fae shimmered down into small chuckles, wiping a tear or two as he laid back on the couch. Out of breath is he, he looked at you and chuckled again. His shoulders mockingly shaking before letting out a loud sigh. “It’s happening again.”

“What’s happening again?” both you and Silver asked simultaneously. Lilia looked over at the second-floor balcony of the castle they resided in. In silence, he caught Malleus, who stood and was staring at nothing; or at you. He was deep in thought, and neither you nor Silver noticed. Lilia asked Silver to give you and him some privacy, and the young man respectfully obeyed. He left you with the older fae and your husband, who now descended down the stairs, yet hid behind the wall. He avoided you, much to his dismay, and you have yet to notice the distance he has been placing.

“y/n, dear.” He sat upright and gestured for you to sit down beside him. You obliged and listened attentively. Lilia’s tone was soft, fatherly— or grandfatherly— like. Your thumb caressed the small black diamond that adorned your wedding ring whilst you glanced around in hopes of looking for Malleus. With half your attention situated in your surroundings, you looked back at Lilia, who held a knowing smile.

“Has Malleus given you anything yet?”

You pondered; it wasn’t your anniversary or was the day anything special. You replied, “Uhh... “ you bit the joint of your index finger in thought, “Give me anything like what? Be specific, please…” In the back of your head, you knew the answer. You have been married to and living with Malleus for five years now, it’s not unusual for Lilia to act like something was going to happen.

“Oh, you know what I’m talking about, dear.” There go the shaking shoulders and the suppressed laughter again.

Knew it.

You took a deep breath of air and leaned back on the couch. Your hands covered your face in embarrassment as you remembered the night before. Malleus gave you a pair of 24-carat gold earrings last night. Additionally, he was very lustful and clingy. He would sniff your neck while you’re in the kitchen, he would kiss your knuckles while you’re at the garden, he would hold and grip your thighs while he handled royal duties, and he would kiss and lick your breasts while you slept.

“Those earrings surely are beautiful.” Lilia grinned and stretched, before continuing, “Looks like I have to tell the gnomes to be ready in nine months again.”

“No, wait, Lilia! I’m not even pregnant—”

“Yet.” He cut you off with a wink.

“How would you even know I would get pregnant again this time?!” you whisper-yelled, face flushed in red. Unbeknownst to you, Malleus has been itching to touch you again as he stayed behind the wall. As each day passes by, he keeps on touching you, making sure to stay close to you at all times. It was only today that he kept his distance. He knew he would break any second and just fuck you on the spot.

“Is Faye enough of an answer for you?”

“Mama!”

Speaking of the devil, a little girl, no older than four, ran inside the castle’s lounge and wore a big grin on her face. She stopped just as your legs caught her from toppling to the ground. In a fit of giggles, she climbed onto your lap and kissed your cheek. “Hi, baby,” you cooed and rubbed your nose against your daughter’s cheek.

“Mama, mama. I found...i-i found—” she spoke, too hyper and giddy to finish her sentences as you tried to calm her down while rubbing her back.

“Deep breaths, sweetie.”

Obeying, she took a deep breath and exhaled. She then continued with her statement, “I found a mama duck with her…” she stopped and looked at her fingers, mumbling the numbers as she lifted each finger, “...four—” she showed you four fingers, “—baby duckies, and they were going for a swim! I want to touch one, but Silver told me not to.” Faye pouted.

You grinned, giggling as you kissed her cheek. “That’s great! And Silver is right. Don’t touch mama duck and her babies because she might get angry and hurt you. It’s just like how papa and I would get angry if someone else touches you.”

“She looks so much like Malleus. I feel nostalgic,” Lilia spoke and squished Faye’s cheeks. He wasn’t lying; Faye had green eyes and your hair. What made her look a lot like her father was her having his horns. She has developed into a part dragon, and her horns looked like two small bumps on her head.

“Grandpapaaaa…” Faye complained with a giggle as Lilia stopped his pinching. “Where’s papa, where’s papa?!” She looked around and even stood on your lap to look for her father.

“Ah, Faye. Come with grandpapa for a second. Playtime is over. It's time for your reading sessions. Your mother will look for your father while we read.” Lilia nodded his head towards the wall near the stairs, indicating Malleus' whereabouts. He carried the princess away from you and into another room. She even waved at you and sent you a flying kiss before Lilia closed the door. You sighed.

Malleus is in heat and Faye needs not to know about that.

“Mal?” you called and stood. You hear shifting from behind the wall and as you glance over, you see your husband. He was a bit bigger than his usual height and he had his long tail gently swishing behind him. The formal (it was casual in a way) attire he was wearing had the top buttons unbuttoned, giving you the best breast window you would ever see. As you took in a sharp inhale, he approached you.

You couldn’t speak as he eyed you; you eyed him back. Your brain absorbed this work of art of a husband in front of you. Handsome would be an understatement. “Dearest,” he sighed.

“Why...Why are you like this?” you asked, now concerned as you held his arms.

“You already know the answer.”

“I know but...why…” You moved your hands around, gesturing his whole physique while he looked down at himself. “Has Faye seen you like this?”

“She has,” Malleus said, making you surprised. “She likes playing with my tail. It gave me enough of a distraction from wanting to touch you,” he admitted. His tail wrapped around your waist and pulled you flushed against his chest. The closer you are to Malleus, the more you look at his features.

Your hand caressed his jaw as you smiled, "When did this happen?"

"This morning while you were in Faye's room. It was a sign for me to avoid you at all cost." Malleus' voice was strained and gruff. It held the hesitance of him needing to speak those words. He wants to do the exact opposite of course.

"And why would you do that? Mal. I'm your wife. It's my duty to make sure you're alright and sustained with all your needs. Do you really think you could avoid me?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I survived during your first heat," you confidently spoke. You felt the king's possessive and needy hands rub against your clothed hips. Itching their way under your dress and towards your thighs while he kept eye contact with you. "And you wouldn't hurt me."

"y/n, you don't understand," came his strict and authoritative tone. "With me in this form, I am already warning you, it's dangerous—"

"That's not stopping me from staying away from you."

"You're so stubborn." Malleus knew who he married as he exhaled through his nose and looked away in sexual frustration. Blabber here, blabber there, that's what you two are doing. What he wants is to mark you, kiss you, lick you, and make you scream already. Unbelievably horny.

You stood your ground, arms crossed over your chest as you stared up at your man. "I am."

His tail tightened around your waist, teeth gritting in frustration, "I held back on my first heat because you weren't my mate yet," he emphasized, "and now that you are my queen—" His used your chin to bring your face closer to his, lips grazing yours sensually as his slitted pupils glared at you, "—I am not going to hold back."

"I will fuck you. Breed you. And make sure you're pregnant by the end of the week. I can not and will not be able to hold myself back if that were to happen. Even if you tell me to stop, I will not. Do you understand, y/n?"

Air got stuck in your throat as your lips quivered. Either you were sexually turned on by Malleus' demeanor or you could really sense how intense his heat was at the moment. He was right. The moment you said 'I do' was the same moment you were claimed as his mate, his queen. How that sentence made your legs weak if it wasn’t for his tail holding you firm.

"Then so be it."

"y/n—…" Malleus searched your eyes for any signs of hesitance, maybe even fear. There was none. Must he be scared if he were to hurt you. You wanted to be there for him during one of his intense moments. Well, you were the one who gave him an heir; it’s not anything new that you would give him another. He only fears that with his strength and power as a fae, with him going out of control, he might just harm you.

And Malleus never wanted that to happen, not to you, not to Faye, not to anyone.

To you, this man is still your husband. This is still Malleus Draconia. Just different but it’s still him. You are his weakness; no matter how stubborn you get, even now that he YEARNS to be around you, you still have that impact on him. “Mal. I promise I’ll be okay. I’m here to help you.”

He sighed, letting you wrap your arms around his chest. “I’ll tell Lilia to keep Faye away from the castle for a week. I can’t expose her to this,” he mumbled against your hair. “By tomorrow, you should be ready.” You felt him inhale your scent as his grip around you tightened. Smiling, you kissed his neck, “As you wish.”

❥❥ ❥❥ ❥❥

“Faye, don’t give grandpa and your two big brothers a headache, okay?”

Tomorrow came sooner than you expected. Your husband is going to be one horny dragon for a week and it was hard to find an excuse to tell Silver, Sebek, and Faye since they’re going to be living in a cottage in the meantime. While you prepared yourself the previous night for Malleus—he was already impatient while you spoke to Lilia—you were also preparing Faye’s stuff. Not only did you have to prepare yourself for a rough week, but you also need to prepare to conceive another child. Faye is already old enough and you’re most likely going to give her a little sibling.

The first time Malleus was in heat already caught you off guard, but this time, you were ready. Besides knowing his sex patterns already, this new season was going to bring something new. Malleus’ draconic features showed no signs of disappearing and if his heat wasn’t sustained, he’s going to be very grumpy. You trust Lilia enough to look after your daughter. You could even see Malleus stare at his daughter while she got ready to leave. He’ll miss her, even if it was just a week.

“Yes, mama. I promise!” Faye hooked her small pinky around yours and she pecked your cheek. Sebek was already holding her bag while they waited by the door. Malleus looked at Lilia, eyes squinted as if to tell him something. The older fae just chuckled and nodded, “I got her, I got her.”

“Young Master, are you sure you’ll be alright on your own with the young mistress?” Sebek asked worriedly while he gripped the doorknob. It was a surprise to see his king in such a state, more reason for the knight to get worried. Malleus nodded, watching you approach him with Faye in your arms.

“Kiss papa bye-bye,” you said.

Faye pouted and hooked her arms around Malleus’ neck. Her father held her gently as she kissed his cheek. “I’ll have fun with Silver and Bebek but I’ll miss papa,” she admitted. Malleus smiled and placed his daughter down by using his tail, “I will be alright. After one week, you’re sleeping with your mother and I. Be obedient, am I understood?”

An overprotective father is scarier than a dragon if Silver and Sebek would ever compare.

“Yes, papa!” giggled Faye as she held Silver’s hand.

“We’ll be going now. See you in a week.” Lilia grinned while he ushered the two boys outside. You and Malleus stayed by the door, watching your daughter skip away while she held Silver and Sebek’s hands. “Call us if anything goes wrong okay? Don’t hesitate!” you called out. Lilia simply waved his hand at you while hearing Faye say, “Bebek, I want to pick fruit up trees again!” as their figures slowly disappeared from your view.

You sighed, already missing your daughter. And while you moved away from the door, it slammed shut loudly. Malleus’ hand on the door indicated that it was him who slammed it shut. Without you taking notice, you are now trapped between his body and the door. Your back faced him as his nose tickled your neck; his tongue slithered across your nape, the warmth of his tongue and the cold air sent shivers down your spine.

“Mal…” you inhaled, your hand holding onto his thigh while you arch your neck, “We just sent them off. They might come back…” came your quivering breath.

“Oh, they won’t come back.”

“What—”

Before you could even blink, you were thrown on the bed, dazed by the sudden shift of environment. From the living room, you’re now laying submissively on the bed. He towered over you, eyes narrowed, and glared at you so lustfully. “Wait—”

“I warned you, y/n.” The king crawled on top of you. His long tongue slithered across his lips, breath hitting your face as you started to pant in anticipation. The room grew hot. Your body felt like it was burning. Your legs rubbed against the sheets in dire need to be touched and fucked until you could no longer walk. Only he could make you feel this way. Your man.

“I will no longer hold back.”

And holding back he did not, indeed.

Gripping your neck, Malleus captured your lips in a hot, searing kiss. His tongue, with no hesitance, slithered inside your mouth and in desperation and temptation. Incapable of resisting your own muffled moans, and to keep yourself sane, you weakly gripped on his bicep and his wrist. He held you by your neck to keep you in place. It was his way of showing you dominance.

Breath was knocked out of your lungs almost immediately. To keep up with his addicting, electrifying, pace was enough to make you light-headed. With his knees being his support, his other hand roamed on your body. With just a tug of his finger, your clothes were discarded, ripped, on the floor. He was devouring you, really making you feel that you are his mate, his fucktoy for the day.

Moving from your lips to your neck — without even letting you have a moment’s breath — he sensed your pulsating veins. You could feel your heart beating everywhere; from your neck to your chest, and down to your cunt. You laid bare under him and you don’t even know. You felt lightheaded.

“M..Mal…” you panted.

He sucked and bit on every sensitive spot he knew would make you weak. As the rapid beast he is, he left marks, dark and bruising, at his wake. Littering your neck and your chest as his tongue flicked against your nipples. Roughly did he suck and tug with his teeth. He made them look swollen, indescribably sensitive. The hotter your body went, the more you wanted him to touch your throbbing clit already. You don’t know if the marks have satisfied him; it felt like he wanted to add more. To litter your body with hickeys that showed that you're His Highness, Draconia’s only. Waves of arousal hit you strongly as he descended to your navel.

“Shit,” he panted against your skin.

He finally stood upright, kneeling against your whorish spread legs. Your wet, glistening pussy is clear in his sight. He is hungry.

You were left under his gaze feeling so sensitive and aroused, any touch that lingered on your skin would leave goosebumps and shivers. “Mal—!” Just as you were calling out, he dove down to your cunt and latched on your clit. His lips did the work as he greedily sucked and nipped on your hardened clitoris. Your back involuntarily arched as you gripped on his horns. His hands kept your legs open. Choking out loud moans while he slithered his tongue inside your walls.

“M-Mal—..please..please! T-Too much—!” you gasped out.

It was too much, alright. Your cunt so red and wet, your hips shivering as he pushed his tongue in and out. Eating out your wetness with strings sticking and stretching from his lips to your cunt. He groaned with every tug you did on his horns. He was so good, too good, with his ability to pleasure you with his tongue alone. He was right. It was so rough. It was nothing like his first heat.

It was animalistic.

Your overly sensitive nub hardened the more he sucked. Malleus’ thumbs even spread your labia open for more access. You are vulnerable, stimulated, and submissive to him. It was all coming swiftly. You could’ve drenched the sheets with just your wetness alone. Cries of pleasure alone bounced around the bedroom walls along with the audible wet sounds that Malleus’ mouth made on your pussy. He thrusted his tongue, wiggled it inside you, hitting your spots more than you could handle. At this point, you’re shaking with your toes curling.

“I’m close! I’m close— I can’t b-breathe…!” you cried out with your body spasming. Subconsciously, you squirted just as he pulled away from your nub. Now, you’re too overstimulated for you to think straight. You panted at the intense orgasm you had. Your hazy vision looked at Malleus. He was licking your cum from his lips. “You’re ready.”

You couldn’t see his thick cock from your position. All you could do was watch; up until he flipped you onto your stomach with a pillow under your stomach to lift your hips. Your weight leaned on your knees while your arms — as weak as they are — lifted you enough to keep your head from the bed. “Malleus...wait, I’m not—”

He did not listen. Malleus rubbed his cock against your slit and without warning, he slammed into you, deeply. In one sharp thrust, he was balls deep inside you as you cried and gasped loudly. He hovered over you, pushing his hips further into yours. Your cunt was quivering from accommodating his thick cock. You have never felt so full.

“Malleus!..Nngh!”

You’re just where he wanted you to be. Under him, screaming in ecstasy, ready to take his seed. Letting him breed you until your pussy couldn’t hold his cum. And he wouldn’t stop even though it’s already spilling on the bed. Your walls devoured his cock greedily. It sucked him. You're still so tight even after giving birth years ago. To fuck you senseless would drive him mad.

That he did.

Pulling all the way out, Malleus pounded back into you. There was no mercy in his thrusts as he snapped his hips against your ass. He grunted at how you make him feel good. Breathy moans left his lips while you moaned under him. Each thrust was harder and rougher than the last. He was speeding up. One objective in his mind was to make you pregnant. It was just day one. His tail wrapped around your waist, lifting your ass higher for him to fuck you more relentlessly.

“You...take me so well,” he panted as he leaned his lips against your back. “Just hang in there. You’re doing so good…”

His cock grazed and hit just the right spots inside you; he was going to bruise your pussy with his roughness. You were growing addicted to the pleasure building up inside you. As you kept on moaning his name, his relentless thrust fueled you into absolute bliss. Fuck, you wouldn’t even know if you came again. The pleasure just never seems to seize.

His fingers crawled down to your hardened clit, rubbing them in circular motions which sent you twitching and biting down on the sheets. “Mal that’s too much!” you screamed in stimulation. Tears were already dripping down your cheeks. “Aah…! Fuck—!”

“I’m not stopping,” he growled, pounding repeatedly.

Skin slapping against skin was very evident now, the bed rocked under the both of you. You couldn’t even scream anymore, you shimmered down to whimpers and gasped. His deep groans seem to be more audible as you feel him coming closer to his orgasm. You’re trembling as he manhandles you. He really used you like his fleshlight. With a sharp thrust, you moaned loudly. Leaving your mouth hanging open as you squirted for the second, third, or was it the fourth, time.

Watching you erotically cum and stain the sheets just drove Malleus wild. It was beautiful. Seeing you filled up with his seed just urged him more. The tightness of your pussy just made him moan louder, pushing further into you as his pace grew erratic. “Take it, my queen.”

He panted, “Take all of my cum…!”

Malleus’ hips halted, ejaculating deep inside you while you’re left whimpering at his warm cum filling you up. You convulsed and continuously quivered. His thick semen already spilled out of you before he even pulled out. It felt amazing. It was so...fucking addicting. You tried to collect your breathing, left staring at the sheets as sweat ran down both your bodies. He finally pulled out, leaving you empty as you sighed in relief. Malleus watched as cum dripped down your thighs; he grew hard again.

Just as you were lifting yourself up, your husband flipped you onto your back, “You’re not going anywhere,” he smirked as he watched your eyes widen, “You won’t get pregnant in just one round.”

“Wait..wait.. Malleus let me breathe—!”

He ignored you again and sheathed himself back inside your vagina. “Mngh!”

“I’m s-still...sensitive!” You felt your clit pulsate, feeling like you want to cum again.

He moved again, just as relentless as the first round. With this position, he bit you, squeezed your breasts, kissed you, anything he could do to send you into overdrive, he did. Malleus did not let you rest. Hours and hours he bred you. At times where he’s calm, he would bring you a glass of water. Then it would proceed to another set of sex. Again, it was just and still day one. You have four more days before he’s completely satisfied.

When you started, the sun was up high, but now it was the moon that peeked through your window. It was finally the sign that Malleus was content for the night as he laid in bed in a heap of breath and sweat. You felt like passing out as you stared up at the ceiling. Your cunt was really full of his semen. “Are…” you whined, “...you done?”

“For now,” he smiled and pulled you into his arms. “We still have four more days.”

He kissed your nape as he kept you tight in his arms. You whined more, shifting your legs to make you comfortable. “I already feel pregnant…”

“Just think of Faye’s happiness once we give her a little sibling. I’m sure she’ll be delighted.”

You tiredly smiled, intertwining your fingers against Malleus’ larger hand on your stomach. Two little kids will be running around the castle soon. A happy Lilia Vanrouge would be spoiling the younger one. Sebek and Silver would have one of each Draconia child to look after. And… probably another one to come after that if Malleus would ever come to heat again in the future years.

That is what welcomed you as Mrs. Draconia.

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raziroo · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki x motherfigure!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None, as far as I recall

Word count: 1398

Author's Note: Y'all i suck at titles i was so close to just naming this shit The Smile™. anywho enjoy this piece of motherly love churned out in like forty minutes.

She remembered how she’d found him. There was only the smallest crowd surrounding him, murmurs and whispers flitting back and forth. She’d been on her way to get groceries, initially ignoring the group of people herself, when the name ‘Naruto’ attracted her attention.

Naruto. Minato and Kushina’s son.

Instantly she’d stopped in her tracks, changing directions as to investigate what exactly was up. And oh, the condition the boy was in was enough to tug at her heartstrings - gashes and bruises were scattered across his body, peeking out from under the torn tatters of his clothes; blood seeped from his nose, his split lip, the multiple cuts his body had.

Shifting the bag so that it hung on her shoulder, the woman lifted the frail, clearly undernourished child up, and paying no heed to the villagers who were clearly appalled at the sight in front of them, she’d hurried to Konoha’s hospital.

It was while she paid for his medical expenses did the woman decide – she wouldn’t trust the poor child at the Hokage’s hands. However great a Kage may be, in the end of the day, he too was nothing at the hands of the people and politics. The villagers of the Leaf were bent on not accepting the boy solely because he was a Jinchuriki; a fate bestowed upon him by the Fourth Hokage, his father, the man the village worshipped. It truly was strange seeing all these mature adults resent a mere toddler just because he had the Kyuubi sealed inside of him. They didn’t realise that he was protecting them in a manner ever so sacrificial; they didn’t care that the Nine Tails would probably harm the boy more than it would ever them.

He’d woken up (jumped up, rather), began pestering her with questions. It was truly so sorrowful; the boy couldn’t – he simply wouldn’t – believe that someone would actually try to help him. When she’d told him that he was going to be living with her from then on, that she would be his guardian; oh, the sheer, unadulterated joy on his face shook the woman to her core. In all her years, in her entire thirty-three-year lifespan, never had the female witnessed an expression so pure – his euphoria shone through the shocked look on his face, and then through the face-splitting grin he wore.

He’d hugged her. She’d been surprised. After all, no child, even a four-year-old, hugged a stranger this freely.

She’d hugged him back anyways.

“Well, introduce yourself. It’s bad manners not to.”

“I’m Naruto Uzumaki, believe it! I’m going to become Hokage someday, you’ll see! The strongest Hokage ever!

“Oh?”

“Yes! I’ll save the village, and then its people will give me ramen!”

“Oh… you’re quite ambitious. Very determined too. I’m sure you’ll be Hokage, but for now, why don’t we get you something to eat? What would you like?”

“Ramen!”

She remembered the first time he’d called her ‘ma’. He’d been seven-years-old. She’d been putting him to bed, telling him fables of the Yondaime Hokage and his adventures. She hadn’t thought it wise to tell him that she’d been a mentor of his. That was a tale for another time.

She had crossed the threshold when she heard the little child’s voice call out to her.

“Yes, Naruto?”

“…Who were my parents? What were they like?”

“…”

“I - I’m sorry if you don’t wanna say it!”

“Your parents, Naruto, were two of the kindest, bravest people I’ve met. Your father was very charming, and your mother was beautiful. They were like prince and princess.”

“Oh. So… if they were prince and princess, then what am I?”

“Well, that would make you a prince, won’t it? When a prince and princess grow up, they become king and queen. So you’re prince.”

“Oh. You’re so intelligent! So you’re a queen too then?”

“Well… that depends. Would you want me to be queen?”

“Yes! I’m the prince, and the mother of a prince is a queen, isn’t she?”

“…Do you think of me as your mother, Naruto?”

“Of course! You take care of me, make food for me, buy clothes for me, tell me stories, put me in bed at night. That’s everything a mother does!”

“…”

“You’re my Ma, believe it!”

She’d kissed him goodnight. She might have shed a tear or two, too.

She remembered all their friendly banter. The quarrels over ramen, how she’d become a little stern, how he’d apologise fervently.

“Ma?”

“Mm-hm?”

“Can we have ramen for dinner today? Please?”

“Didn’t we have ramen for lunch yesterday? You can’t eat that all the time, you need to eat other stuff too, you know. Vegetables, fish, rice, miso -”

“But none of it is as good as ramen!”

“Really? You think so?”

“Yes! Believe it!”

“I do believe you, you knucklehead. But since you value ramen over my healthy, home cooked food, why don’t you make food for the rest of the week?”

“…Hah? No! Ma, I was kidding, believe it! Please, your food is great, it’s the best!”

“…Better than ramen, then?”

“Well, no, but -!”

She remembered when he left the village for training with Jiraiya. She couldn’t help but compare the scene of Naruto beside Jiraiya to Minato beside Jiraiya.

“Don’t be sad at all Ma! I’m gonna get stronger after training with Pervy Sage, and I’m gonna bring back Sasuke, believe it! I’ll save him from Orochimaru, that bastard -”

“Language, Naruto.”

“Sorry! But anyways, I’m gonna go now. Goodbye, Konoha! I know you’ll miss me! Bye, M – Ma? Ma, what -?”

“It’s nothing, you idiot. I’m your mother, aren’t I? Can’t I hug my boy goodbye?”

She remembered when he’d encountered Sasuke and Orochimaru.

“I was useless, Ma, useless! I couldn’t do a thing! I preached of bringing him back, but in the end, I turned out to be nothing but a pathetic loser who can’t even save his own friend! How am I ever gonna become Hokage?!”

“…”

“…Ma…?”

“…”

“Naruto, did you know I was part of ANBU?”

“W – wha -?”

“While my time there, I had many a companion, many a comrade. I remember them all to this day. There was one, though, one shinobi who stood out among all of us. When any of us would doubt ourselves, would try to blame ourself for a mission’s failure, he smacked us across the face. Be it girl or boy, he did not tolerate self-doubt and deprecation at any cost. He said that if we wished to be worthy shinobi, then pride mattered. If there was something that each and every human shares, it’s the sense of dignity and self-respect. No matter how big or how scarce, everyone has that. He taught me to never let my dignity be stripped of me. Because in the end, even when a man has nothing, he can always hold onto dignity. People who lose their sense of self and self-respect end up becoming like that Kabuto Yakushi. Don’t you ever, Naruto, ever think that you’re not worthy. You, my child, are the bravest, most kind-hearted shinobi I’ve met. It’s understandable that you’d feel weak after defeat at the hands of someone you call a rival, but I can assure you, you will bring Sasuke back. That’s something you can quote me on.”

She remembered how devastated and grief stricken he'd been when Jiraiya died, and how she had hugged him the tightest she'd ever hugged anyone. She remembered how he’d saved her, the Hokage, his friends and so many others when Pain had attacked. She remembered how he’d saved the village over and over. How he’d brought Sasuke back. How he’d rescued Hinata from the moon. How he’d come out victorious against Madara Uchiha, for God’s sake.

She remembered feeling struck when he’d smiled at her on his wedding day. Her boy had grown up, become tall, mature, become a man. But when he smiled at her, all she saw was the four-year-old whom she’d announced to that he was going to live with her.

It hadn’t been much of a surprise when that same blinding smile adorned his features when he had Boruto.

It was expected of him to smile at her that way when he had Himawari.

She felt so proud of him when he gave her the smile when he became Hokage.

Truly, her boy had grown up. He was the strongest shinobi to ever live, surpassing the God of Shinobi, his Master, his father.

Naruto Uzumaki. Her son.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto uzumaki #uzumaki naruto #uchiha sasuke #haruno sakura #hatake kakashi #jiraiya #orochimaru #namikaze minato #uzumaki kushina #naruto x reader #naruto x motherfigure!reader

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absolutepokemontrash · 4 years ago

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MC’s half Demon, and they look AWFULLY familiar...

‘Kay guys, I got a different kind of stupid Headcanon to throw at you. Get ready!

Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Part 2.5 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

*ahem* picture if you will, it’s the day the exchange program is set to start. The student council (nix Mr. Kill All Humans, Weeb-supreme, and our Scummy Sweetheart) have assembled to welcome the new human student. All is going according to schedule, the portal opens up at eight am sharp, they hear the pitiful screams of the selected human who was not given a heads up about the whole thing, and the poor little human falls straight onto the marble floor.

There’s something a tad... off about this human don’t you think? After they’ve peeled their sorry ass off the floor they observed the assembled student council with an air of sophistication and self importance that no one expected. Their posture was perfect, their eyes sharp and calculating... they bared a striking resemblance to-

“Lucifer,” Diavolo looked to his right hand man, then back to the human. “The human kind of looks like you!”

And out popped four pitch black wings from the human’s back and two small horns out of the sides of their head, one horn was a bit bigger than the other. They even still had some of their down feathers! How cute!

((Content warning: Swearing (I have a potty mouth, forgive me), but that’s it.))

Luci-dad

So, the MC is Lucifer’s kid! Of course Mr. Prideypants immediately tries to recall exactly what little romp in the human world uh... spawned this half-human half-demon child of his. Good thing MC’s got the other parent on speed-dial.

“Please note, MC,” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose upon hearing Asmo take even more pictures of his newly discovered hellspawn. “I was not aware of your existence, if I was I’d-”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not upset.”

Lucifer blinked a few times in surprise. “P...pardon? You aren’t upset?”

“No, my parent told me that my father was a high ranking demon, and they bare no ill will against you. Though, I am looking forward to this whole... exchange program thing.”

Oh wow, that was easier than Lucifer thought. Damn. Well, he was a father... (let’s be real, he’s been parenting his brothers for thousands of years, and a good chunk of you sinners call him daddy)

MC is probably the most protected student at RAD, despite the fact that they have no visible security detail whatsoever. They didn’t want to be seen as... weak and pathetic.

Something about this human just... set the lesser demons on edge. Any talk of eating them was stamped out on the first day when they walked by. It’s like Lucifer himself was staring at them, daring the demons to try and bother the human. MC’s powerful presence kept them protected and feared.

...at least until dear uncle Asmo decided to do their hair one morning. All those ribbons may have looked adorable but they kind of ruined the intimidation factor.

MC loved to mess with the other students, keeping their lineage a secret for the first little while just made it so much funnier when the other demons tried to scramble out of MC’s way without looking like they were running from the ‘weak little human exchange student’.

Oh wow, what a sadist. Like father like child

Flying lessons are a must. Poor MC isn’t terribly good at controlling their wings, and their horns are still growing in so when they pop into their demon form the first thing they get is a sore skull. Ow... it sucks that Lucifer isn’t outwardly very sympathetic.

“Ow!” MC crashed face first into the grass in the backyard of the House of Lamentation. “Father! My wings are cramping! Can’t we practice this tomorrow?”

The sight of seeing his dear child crash face first into the ground had lost its hilarity after the first three times. Lucifer slowly lowered himself to the ground and crossed his arms as he stood over his incredibly grass-stained kid.

“MC, we’ve been ‘practicing this tomorrow’ for the past month. If you want to learn to fly you’re going to have to actually manage to stay in the air for more than three minutes.”

MC shot Lucifer a withering glare that only preteens were capable of, Lucifer matched it with his own much more sophisticated glare.

“You’ve been flying for over a thousand years! Don’t you have any tips that can actually help other than ‘don’t panic, you’ll look ridiculous’?”

Lucifer dragged a gloved hand down his face and looked around, the two were alone as far as he could see.

“MC,” Lucifer began. “When I was a young angel, I needed to learn how to fly with someone else.”

MC perked up. “Who?”

“Michael. The smug bastard picked up flying quicker than I did.”

“What’d you do?!”

Lucifer smiled at his child’s intense investment. “I practiced flying every day for five extra hours until I could do everything that Michael could do, just better.”

MC’s starry eyed interest died almost instantly upon hearing about the extra five hours of practice. “Humph, I bet I could outfly younger you and Michael with only two hours of practice a day.”

“Really now?”

“Yes! Watch!” MC shook off their wings and took off in a running start before shakily making it into the air. Their form was decent enough, and they weren’t shaking as much as the previous attempts. “SEE?!”

“Yes MC,” Lucifer smiled. “I can see.”

You know what else Lucifer could see? MC crashing right into a tree.

“Ouch...”

Okay... maybe they could halt practice a little early and order a treat from Madame Scream’s. A little sugar to refuel is needed when the end goal is crushing a mutual rival beneath their heels. Just some good old fashioned father/child bonding time!

MC has a smaller seat right next to Lucifer’s seat in the Assembly Hall. I will not compromise on this one.

For all your fluff needs, I give you: Lucifer teaching MC how to play the piano. He has a proud little smile on his face when his kid finally starts getting it. That’s all. Enjoy the image.

That one Uncle who gives you Alcohol at Family Gatherings (Mammon)

Yeah, when Mammon burst in late to the party and whining about everyone’s spamming him with texts to haul his scummy ass to the Assembly Hall, the last thing he expected was to see a mini-Lucifer.

“What the fuck am I lookin’ at?!”

The glare the two Lucifers gave the poor Avatar of Greed was enough to make him want to turn tail (uh, wing) and book it down the hall.

“Mammon, this is MC. They’re my child.”

“Hello.”

“...whaaaa..?” Mammon looked between the two, same glare, same intimidating aura, same annoyingly good posture.

Mammon scratched the back of his neck and looked over at his older brother. “Do I uh... still gotta babysit em’ if they’re not human?”

“The lake of Cocytus will melt the day I let you babysit without supervision.” Lucifer grumbled.

“I don’t need a babysitter!”

Despite Lucifer’s initial denial, Mammon and MC ended up spending a lot of time hanging out when Lucifer was busy with paperwork. Of course Mammon’s first thought was ‘how do I profit off this situation?’

MC is now Mammon’s designated babysitter after they caught him picking up their feathers that had fallen off with the intention of painting them white and claiming they were Lucifer’s from back in the Celestial Realm.

Mammon does end up spoiling MC a little. Just a smidge. They’re the kid of his totally not his favourite brother after all! How could he not? Whether or not these gifts are obtained legally or are legal at all is subject to scrutiny.

“Mammon, I can’t drink this!” MC placed the bottle of Demonus back on the counter of the kitchen.

“Why not? That’s a bottle of the good stuff! We gotta celebrate you gettin’ an A on that test somehow!”

“I’m underage! Incredibly underage. I’m not legally allowed to drink.”

Mammon wordlessly plopped a silly straw into the bottle. “...does that help?”

“No.” MC then inclined their head to the bottle. “And I don’t want to get hung from the ceiling, that bottle was in my father’s study yesterday, I’m above theft.”

“How old are you s’posed to be anyway? Never mind... uh...” Mammon wracked his brain for something else he could do for MC that didn’t cost anything (don’t judge him, the poor bastard was flat broke!). “I could... teach you to drive!”

“Driving?”

“Yeah! Drivin’ is awesome! We can take my car!”

The bills for the damages done to the car and the Devildom were mailed to Lucifer the next day, and MC and Mammon got to keep each other company as they hung from the ceiling. Ah well! At least MC wasn’t upside down!

Mammon wasn’t that good of a flight teacher either, he also crashed into a tree (the same tree MC crashed into, actually) when he was cheering for MC. They were finally able to do a loopdy loop! He was proud and distracted! Okay?! Lucifer! Stop smirkin’ at him! It’s not that funny!

At least the vantage point from the tree was decent and the branches didn’t scratch him up too badly. Oh hey... that person walking by was wearing a very nice watch... he’d be right back-

That Uncle That is Always Absent From Family Gatherings and When He is Present He Leaves Early (Levi)

He missed everything. That is not an exaggeration. He was in the middle of an online raid battle and couldn’t look at his phone! No Lucifer he can’t pause an online game! That’s not how it works!

Okay, the human exchange student is half demon? WOAH! THAT’S JUST LIKE THAT ONE ANIME- W A I T. THE LITTLE NORMIE IS LUCIFER’S KID?!

Okie doke, he was fully convinced that MC just had to be an anime protagonist.

They binged every series that Levi compared them to. Sure MC might have missed a few assignments because of late night anime binges, but they were too good for this school crap anyway, right?

Nope. Lucifer put a ban on the two watching anime until both their grades improved. Surviving that hell brought the two together.

“Ugh!”

The sound of a pencil case being haphazardly thrown across the room made Levi peek out of his bed-tub. If his figurines got knocked over so HELP HIM-

“This is stupid!!I shouldn’t have to catch up with this!” MC crossed their arms and gave their Demonology textbook their best disapproving glare.

Lucifer Lite (tm) was having a hell of a time trying to claw through their missed work, and Levi sympathized, he really did, it’s just... he was playing Animal Crossing-

Levi paused the game to placate his anime-buddy when their wings popped out and he feared for his rare merch’s safety.

“H-hey, MC? Do you need help?” Levi’s offer was met with a bone chilling glare that lived rent free in his nightmares ever since. He had pulled a Mammon and forgotten he was talking to Lucifer’s child. Lucifer’s allergy to help must have passed down to MC.

“No! I don’t! It’s just... dumb!” MC hissed, she turned and looked over at the fish tank. “Right Henry 2.0?”

Henry 2.0 did not respond.

“MC, you need to finish your homework or we can’t watch anything together,” Levi sighed, he had finished his work over an hour earlier. He had mastered the art of all night anime binges and managing to do most of his work in the fifteen minutes between the time he woke up and the time school was supposed to begin. “We haven’t even binged all of volume 4 of TSL yet!”

“Mmm...” MC grumbled. “Fine...”

MC picked up their pencil case and began continued their work. Levi breathed a sigh of relief and went back to Animal Crossing.

The tiny normie did in fact finish their work, only after they caved and asked Levi for help. Swore him to secrecy, they did... very intimidating, they were.

Just saying, he most definitely sent that one Keanu Reeves meme with big Keanu and little Keanu but with Lucifer and MC to the wrong group chat. Poor bastard.

Flying lessons? No. Levi hadn’t flown since his time in the Celestial Realm, he had no advice to give other than: “Flap your wings!”

“THAT’S WHAT I’M DOING YOU-”

MC didn’t get to finish that thought, they lost their balance and fell right into RAD’s fountain. Ah well, Levi had a head start on running for his life that he squandered by laughing at MC. RIP.

The Uncle/brother/whatever the fuck that Starts a Fight With Your Dad at the Family Reunion. (Satan)

Oh... another Lucifer? Eugh. Gross.

Satan gave the kid a wide berth when they first met. Everything the kid said or did ticked him off. “Tsk. Look at MC. Making an omelette. So annoying.” “Oh wow, MC vacuumed? Roll out the red carpet, we need to celebrate their existence!” “Look at them. Breathing. Disgusting.”

MC’s pride wouldn’t ever let them admit it but... they knew Satan didn’t like them, and it hurt their feelings.

“Shhhh,” Satan whispered into his backpack.

“Meow.” The backpack replied.

“I said shhhhh.”

The backpack did not reply after that, which was a good thing considering the little princet of the HOL was nearby.

“Satan?” They asked. “Who are you talking to?”

Satan coldly brushed past them as he made his way to his room. “No one you need to concern yourself with.”

When the little calico kitten was safe in his room, Satan quickly realized a mistake in his foolproof ‘sneak a cat into the house’ plan. He didn’t have any toys for the kitten, and he didn’t want his books getting scratched...

It was alright, he’d just rush out to the a store that sold cat things and rush back! Five minute trip tops!

Well when Satan got back the cat was no longer in the room. Oh dear. He discreetly tore apart the house looking for the poor little thing until he ended up finding it in the library, happily chasing around a loose feather being held up by MC.

“Oh, hello Satan.” MC chirped as the kitten batted it’s adorable little paws at the feather.

“My... my door was closed. Did you let the cat out?”

MC shrugged. “I heard meowing.”

Satan ran a hand through his hair and grumbled. Stupid smaller Lucifer. Stupid original Lucifer. Everyone sucked.

“Let me guess, you’re going to run to Lucifer and tell him all about the meowing and the rule breaking.”

MC shook their head and glared at Satan. “Of course not. I’ve already gotten way too attached to this little guy anyway. We’re co-parenting this kitten like mature adults.”

With some coaxing, Satan did sit down and play with the kitten, maybe MC wasn’t... so terrible.

The two watch Unsolved Mysteries together, that’s their show. “This guy did it.” “Satan, we’re two minutes into the episode-” “Trust me.”

Thirty minutes later.

“He did it.” “See MC, what’d I tell you?”

Lucifer did find out about the cat, but with enough pleading, MC and Satan managed to warm up the cold spot in Lucifer’s chest where his heart should have been. The cat’s name is Detective Toe Beans (or just Bean).

Satan can’t fly, he has a tail, but he did read up on wing anatomy and how flight actually works in demons, his advice would be good in theory, but it’s full of so much technical jargon that MC can’t understand it.

At least MC didn’t crash into something, they barrel rolled through one of the HOL’s windows. Good thing it was the window to their room. The broken arm still hurt like hell.

The Best Dressed Bitch Who Brings The Booze to The Reunion. (Asmo)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Lucifer’s kid was SO CUTE! A thousand pictures commemorating that adorable moment needed to be taken! Wait- Lucifer- GIVE BACK THE PHONE-

Asmo, surprise surprise, absolutely adores little MC! So cute! So small! He was just so excited to announce to all his Devilgram followers that Lucifer was finally a certified DILF.

That post disappeared five minutes after it was made but the damage had already been done.

Asmo made sure MC looked their best at all times, if they needed help talking to anyone? Asmo’s got their back!

Sure, maybe he’s a little pushy, but pushy’s a good thing sometimes, right?

“Asmodeus-”

“No, these shoes wouldn’t fit you...”

“Asmo-”

“No, not these ones either...”

“ASMODEUS.”

Asmo squeaked and jumped upwards, Geez Louise... little MC’s voice could sure be scary when they wanted it to be...

“I don’t need any fancy new shoes.” MC huffed, sitting up straighter in one of the chairs in Asmo’s room. “I thought this was supposed to be a sleepover.”

“Hmmm...” Asmo pouted. “Makeovers are an essential part of sleepovers... what’d you do with your human friends up in the human world that could possibly be better than a make-over?!”

MC began to list things off. “Ordered junk food, talked about people we hated, watched movies,”

“Greasy food is so bad for your skin...” Asmo cringed and shook his head violently. “But I’m totally down to watch a movie and bitch about people I hate!”

“Ah yes, human sleepovers, a tradition I never quite had the chance to enjoy.” Solomon said from Asmo’s bed. “Who are we bitching about?”

“Remind me what Solomon is doing here.” MC muttered as they sat down in front of Asmo’s TV.

“Because, I wanted to hang out with my two favourite humans.” Asmo cooed, reaching over and trying to pinch MC’s cheek, which they awkwardly dodged.

“Can we watch The Exorcist?” Solomon asked, propping his head up with his hands.

“Ew, no.” Asmo made a face at him. “That scene with the vomit? Hell NO.”

“Mm.” MC mumbled. Asmo turned to look at them.

“MC? Are you doing okay? You don’t look like you’re having any fun...”

“I’m fine.” MC grumbled.

Asmo pursed his lips, as much as it made his little narcissistic heart break, he nudged MC. “Why don’t you pick the movie, sweetie. I’m sure Solomon and I will like anything you pick!”

MC noticeably brightened. “Let’s watch Scream!”

The strangled noise that came from Asmo was... concerning, but to his credit, The Avatar of Lust held his tongue about his distaste for the movie, and the three slumber-party goers had quite the lovely time.

After the movie ended, MC went back to their room, sure it was a sleepover but their bed was right down the hall.

Good for Asmo and Solomon. Horny fuckers. We stan.

Asmo just claps and tries to cheer MC on when it comes to their flying lessons. (The idea that Asmo came up with to wear his cheerleader costume from the previous Halloween was immediately shot down by Lucifer)

“You’re doing wonderful, MC- WATCH OUT FOR THE POWER LINE!”

MC didn’t hit the power line, but Asmo’s scream of terror caused them to fall butt-first into a dumpster. Their injured tailbone served as a tragic memory of the incident.

Oh well, good thing Asmo had nice smelling soap to give that could mask dumpster-stink.

The Uncle that eats everything and tells you to eat your veggies while you angrily pick at your broccoli at the kid’s table. (Beel)

Lucifer... has a kid?! Beel choked on the cheetos he had snuck into the Assembly Hall when the kid’s wings popped out.

Oh wow, that’s nice :) maybe they can eat together. Belphie would probably like them.

Wait what is the gender neutral term for Niece or Nephew?

...Nibling? Uh... let’s not say that around Beel. We don’t need him to get hungrier and begin associating MC with nibbling on things.

The Underground Tomb incident probably went a little differently, but after all that nonsense, the two are closer than two peas in a pod!

Mmm... peas...

“Beel?” MC stepped into the Avatar of Gluttony’s room.

“Hi MC.” Beel was doing push-ups in the middle of the room, on the ground right beneath his head was a massive bowl of spaghetti that he bit into every time he completed a push-up. “Can you come stand on my back? I need the extra weight.”

“On your back?” MC padded closer. “Are you sure? It’s not going to hurt?”

“No, it’ll be okay.” Beel assured them. “Belphie and I did this all the time. Except Belphie is normally asleep.”

MC tentatively stepped onto Beel’s back. It was a balancing act to say the least, they eventually gave up on standing and ended up sitting cross legged between Beel’s shoulder blades.

“You did this with Belphegor?” MC asked.

“Yeah,” Beel sighed. “He was always too tired to exercise, but he’d let me bench press him sometimes...”

MC frowned and hugged their knees to their chest. Knowing full well that Beel’s twin wasn’t in the human world like Lucifer said was absolutely ripping them apart from the inside. Guilt felt just as rotten as their pride did when they were being belittled...

“Maybe you’ll see him again sometime soon.” MC whispered. “Maybe my father’ll come to his senses and let him come back down to the Devildom.”

Beel paused his push-ups for a brief moment, then nodded and went back to his eating exercising combo. “I hope so. He’ll like you, MC. I’m sure of it.”

MC nodded. “I... hope so.”

Beel’s a pretty decent flight teacher, but his wings are just so different from MC’s that it renders any tips he had next to useless.

“MC, maybe your wings aren’t flapping fast enough.”

“Beel, I appreciate the thought, but I’m not a hummingbird. Or a fly. I don’t need to flap my wings a million times a minute to stay afloat.”

Ah well, MC tried to take some of Beel’s advice, but their lower right wing cramped up and they ended up flying in circles until Beel was able to catch them. Ah well, better than the dumpster incident the previous week.

The Uncle That Passes Out in The Basement and You’re Not Allowed to Wake Him Up Even Though All Your Toys and Video Games Are Down There. He Also Picks a Fight With Your Dad’s New S/O Before He Passes Out. (Belphie)

Sitting in the attic was quite a drag, and this supposedly weak little human was quite the annoyance to try and call out to. It took a lot longer than expected, but when he heard little footsteps coming towards his prison, Belphegor nearly jumped with joy.

Oh... it... looked like Lucifer. Smelled like Lucifer. Stood like Lucifer. Quacked like Lucifer. Or... trilled..? Whatever sound a peacock made, this brat sounded an awful lot like Lucifer.

A... half-demon. Hmph. Belphie honestly thought Lucifer had actual standards. Not anymore, he guessed.

(Man I could fill a whole-ass fic with the Belphie betrayal thing, but for now let’s skip to post attic nonsense)

Okay so maybe MC wasn’t disgusting. They made a good nap buddy. It was cute when their wings came out when they were sleeping sometimes. Well... it was cute when they didn’t hit him in the face and make him wake up with his mouth full of feathers.

What Beel said had been true, Belphie made a good substitute when weights weren’t available, but Beel didn’t want MC to feel left out, so Belphie and MC ended up sitting on his back while he did push ups. MC once got bored and started playing Go Fish with Belphie on Beel’s back while he exercised.

Yes. MC is still a member of the Formerly-Anti-Lucifer League.

“Are you sure he’s not going to be too mad at us?” MC asked for the dozenth time that day. Detective Toe Beans was wrapped around their neck like a scarf (he had gotten so big!!!) while MC nervously sat in one of the Library chairs.

“Positive.” Belphie said with a toothy grin. “Besides, he’s like putty when it comes to you. Just give him your best puppy eyes and we’re not guilty on all charges.”

Putty..? Really..? Lucifer..? How strict was he before MC got there... they wondered.

“Sh! He’s coming!” Satan stuck his nose into a random book, it was the Oxford English Dictionary... and it was upside down.

Belphie pretended to pass out and MC decided that the best course of action was to stare deeply into their cat’s eyes. Yeah... that looked casual and not weird.

“Satan, MC, Belphie.” Lucifer nodded to the three of them as he walked towards the entrance to his study.

“Lucifer.”

“Afternoon, father.”

Belphie let out a cartoonishly loud fake snore that nearly caused both MC and Satan to break cover and start laughing.

Side note, Bean had adorable widdle eyes! That cute little face was just to die for-

“You three..!”

Belphie, Satan, and MC peeked their heads into Lucifer’s study, their handiwork was perfect. Everything was covered in red post it notes. Perfectly not harmful, but SO inconvenient!

“You’re all cleaning this up or so help me-”

“GO!” Belphie and Satan each grabbed one of MC’s arms (Satan also grabbed Bean) and sprinted out of the House of Lamentation. Maybe they’d move back there in twenty years... they hoped that Solomon and The Angels would let them crash at Purgatory Hall...

Belphie had used up his physical energy supply for the next four years. He passed out the moment they stepped into sanctuary. Time for a nap...

Flight practice? Ha. Belphie’s napping. Though, he was suspiciously awake and filming whenever MC did something stupid.

“Try not to suck so bad.”

“GO TO HELL BELPHIE!”

“I’m already there. Hell is every second I’m stuck here watching you fail.”

“YOU’RE GOING TO GET IT FOR THAT!”

Well... MC mastered the dive bomb that day. Lucifer bought them a cake.

Bonus! Your Dad’s New Husband! That Has Managed to Somehow Make Everyone Hate Him Despite the Fact That He’s A Cinnamon Roll. (Diavolo)

A mini Lucifer? A mini Lucifer!

Diavolo dotes on MC like he’d dote on his own kid. MC wants a crown? They’re getting a crown! A damn nice one too! MC wants a title? Here! MC is now... idk Ruler of the area between Majolish and Hell’s Kitchen.

Poor Uncle Mammon’s got some financial insecurity, he’s still the cool uncle... right?!

He is very much that ‘how do you do fellow kids?’ Meme.

He tries to do stereotypical ‘dad’ things but he’s not very good at them. Once he tried to host a barbecue...

Barbatos saved the day, but Mammon’s hair was still singed, Solomon’s cooking still gave Beel food poisoning (SOLOMON EATS TOXIC WASTE I SWEAR-), Luke still got hit in the face with a frisbee, and Simeon got an unhealthy dose of DAD NERVES and got so stressed everyone was almost blinded by the holy light he suddenly started blasting. We do not mention the water guns.

(Seriously whose bright idea was it to give Belphie and Satan water guns while they were in Lucifer’s presence?)

Praise Barbie. He’s too good for them.

“Um...” MC awkwardly held up the baseball, trying to look at it from all angles like it was a completely alien object. “Lord Diavolo... are you sure you want to play catch?”

Diavolo clapped his hands and bounced on the balls of his feet. “Yes! It’s a thing human fathers do with their children, correct? We must make up for lost time between you and Lucifer, right?”

Lucifer massaged his temples and nodded. “If you two would like to play catch...” Lucifer grimaced. “I will too.”

“Okay! MC, throw the ball to Lucifer!” Diavolo instructed.

Lucifer half heartedly held up his baseball glove as MC tossed him the ball. He caught it, and looked over at Diavolo, who was applauding like he just witnessed the greatest feat in sports history.

“Okay! Throw it to me!” Diavolo waved his glove in the air, Lucifer rolled his eyes and smiled. He threw the ball at Diavolo with... a lot of force. Enough force to probably dent steel... Diavolo caught it like it was nothing.

MC suddenly feared for their safety.

“Okay MC, catch!”

Diavolo threw the ball with enough force to break the god damn sound barrier. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but the ball sailed way over MC’s head and crashed right through a window.

“Oh my...” Diavolo put a hand on his hip and surveyed the damage to the window. “This isn’t so bad, I believe in human world TV shows this happens quite often. Look! The glass broke in a perfect circle!”

“Yay... property damage...” MC murmured.

Lucifer sighed and pulled out his DDD. “I’ll phone someone to replace the win-”

“Lucifer no! Now according to human world customs we must,” Diavolo took a deep breath, rushed forward, grabbed both Lucifer and MC’s hands and started sprinting away from the Demon Lord’s Castle. “RUN FOR IT!”

“Di- Diavolo!” Lucifer gasped.

“Who are we running from?! That’s your castle!” MC squeaked.

“I don’t know! Just run! That’s what the human TV show says to do!”

Weirdly enough, Diavolo was the best flight instructor. MC’s ability to fly increased tenfold after Diavolo found out that MC was learning to fly.

“You’re doing amazing MC! That was a perfect turn!”

“Thanks Lord Diavolo, I’m surprised I haven’t crashed into anyone or fallen yet!”

“Well, I highly doubt you’ll be crashing into anyone anymore, your flying is practically perfect now!”

Mammon proceeded to fly past them holding what looked like Lucifer’s wallet.

“M-mammon?!”

“Oh... I wonder what he’s doing. Look, MC! It’s Lucifer! Hello Lucifer dea-”

Lucifer ended up colliding with the two of them and sending them all crashing to the floor.

That was the last time MC fell during flying practice.

(We currently have a Go Fund Me set up for Mammon to get the funds necessary to flee the Devildom after that incident. Please donate to save- oh shit hi Lucifer-)

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Idk if you’re still taking Bucky requests, but I came across a quote and I feel in love with it because it just screamed Bucky to me. It read: “there is nothing as beautiful as seeing someone who has been unlucky, finally being loved so effortlessly by the right person” if this sparks anything in you, I would love to read it 💜

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.9k

Warnings | dad!Bucky, slight language, slight suggestive theme

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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Bucky bit back a yawn as he closed the car door and headed towards the front door. The smell of spring, the freshly mowed grass and blooming flowers overwhelmed his senses along with the warm summer sun hitting his skin. This was nice, he realized, the calculated simplicity and domestic nature of it all. He hiked his bag on his shoulder, the gold in his vibranium arm glinting brilliantly in the slowly dying light of the day. He didn’t bother to hide it anymore, somehow long past that part of his life. At one point he never thought he’d reach that point in his life and now he had the world in front of him.

Walking up the stairs, he smiled to himself as he could already smell something delicious cooking through the open windows. In a vain attempt to keep the household from falling into complete and utter chaos, he slowly opened the door and tried to tip-toe inside. He managed to get about two feet inside and kick off his work boots before he heard an exciting squeal followed by a few loud woofs.

The pitter-patter of two small feet and four paws quickly reached him as Falcon, the trusted family dog, and Emily, your oldest daughter, ran down the hall towards him. Any stress he had remaining quickly melted away at the sight of two of his favorite beings as they almost knocked him over in their rush.

“Daddy!” an excited shout was followed by another bark. He bent down and scooped the small girl in his arms, the weight of the world off his shoulders as she wrapped her little arms around his neck, “hi daddy, you’re home!”

“Of course I am,” he propped her on his hip and studied her sweet little face. She took after him with his dark unruly hair and ocean eyes, but the rest he swore was all you, especially that sweet smile, “I’ll always come home to my sweetest girl. Did you have a good day, baby?”

“Yeah,” she nodded excitedly as he brushed her hair out of her face and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “mama and I painted and then we planted some new flowers. She said she picked them out because they reminded her of you!”

“She did, did she?” he couldn’t stop the grin that spread from ear to ear as his heart fluttered in his chest. Even to this day you still managed to make him weak in the knees and set off butterflies in his belly. He held Emily tightly in his grip as he bent down to give Falcon a few pets, causing the dog to rub against his legs as he wagged his tail, “what would I do without my little hellraisers?”

“Mama says that’s a bad word!” Emily looked at him with wide eyes and he chuckled softly before holding a finger to his lips.

“It’s our little secret,” he whispered as she nodded, “do you know why this secret is okay?”

“Because it’s not gonna hurt anyone,” she asked as he nodded. She gave him a wide gap toothed grin as he set her back down, “will you play with me later, daddy? Falcon wants to have a tea party!”

“Of course,” he promised his daughter as she held tightly onto his hand, “now go and get cleaned up for dinner. It smells like it should all be done soon.”

“Okie dokie,” she dropped his hand and motioned for Falcon to follow her instead, practically bouncing up the stairs.

Bucky sighed in content as he shook his head before slowly making his way into the kitchen where he was sure you were. He found at the island, brows furrowed in concentration as you chopped vegetables for the salad. Your baby boy was slung around your chest, and despite the commotion from Bucky’s entrance, he was fast asleep. A lump welled up in his throat as he watched the sight. It would be nothing special to most people, but to him it was everything.

You looked so beautiful, even in your sweatpants and t-shirt with your hair a chaotic bun as you hummed to the baby under your breath. You looked tired and he felt bad for a moment; leaving you with a toddler and a baby was a ton of work and he would have gladly stayed home with you and helped, but you were insistent that he work if he wanted. You’d never hold it against him, he knew that.

As soon as you sensed you his presence in the kitchen, you turned to him and gave him a soft smile, and his own features softened even more, “hello, my love. I’m so glad you’re so home!”

You set down the knife before slowly making your way over to him, careful not to disturb the baby as he immediately leaned down to kiss you. Your whole body was practically humming from his touch as you stole you a few more kisses, “rough day? You should have called me and I could have come home, honey baby.”

“It wasn’t bad actually,” you promised, watching with nothing but adoration in your eyes as he stroked Stevie’s chubby little cheek, “the chaos duo was on their best behavior today and the little one has been sleeping most of the day. I think he wore himself out from all his fussing last night.”

“Miracles do happen,” he laughed lightly as his hand went to your face and he gently stroked your cheek. You grinned at him, keening into his touch like a cat to the sun, “you are so beautiful.”

“Shut up,” you playfully pushed his chest before hiding your face behind your hands. Funny, how even after all this time he still managed to make you feel nervous and shy, “I’m in my ugliest mom clothes which I’m pretty sure these sweats have permanent puke stains, I haven’t showered today and I look like I haven’t slept in five years. Hardly beautiful.”

“You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on regardless of all of that,” he insisted softly, reaching for your hands and pulling them away from your face. Your whole body flushed with pleasant warmth as you looked into his eyes, “and I love you more than anything in this world.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause I let you knock me up twice,” you joked as he playfully rolled his eyes, “god, Bucky, how do you still make me feel like this?”

“Like what?” he asked as he slowly moved to undo the sling from your chest and take the baby from you. Stevie made a few small sounds before cuddling up on Bucky’s chest.

“Like I’m still falling in love with you every day,” you whispered as you leaned in and let him wrap arm around you as well. He kissed the top of your head before sighing in content, “I guess I am. We’re a little different every day - we’re definitely not the same fools from when we first met, huh?”

“I mean, we’re married and have kids, and the whole you know, typical suburban thing going on,” he teased, “so I’d say we’re pretty different. But you’re still my favorite pain in the ass.”

“James!” your eyes widened before the two of you broke into a fit of giggles, “I will get you back for that later!”

“Oh, I definitely count on it,” he promised, “now, go and take a few moments to yourself, shower or whatever, and I’ll finish dinner and get the kiddos and Falcon settled.”

“Whatever would I do without you, my love?”

“I think the better question is what would I do without you, honey baby?”

You blew him a little kiss as you all but ran towards the stairs in order to fit in a quick shower. Sometimes even ten minutes of peace and quiet would suffice. Bucky watched you go with a soft smile on his face, before turning his attention back to his softly cooing son, “your mama’s the best person in this entire world, I hope you always know that.”

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“What?” you could feel Bucky’s eyes on your back as you brushed your teeth in the bathroom en suite. He was sitting in bed, winding down with some television as he waited for you, “I can feel you checking out the goods, Barnes.”

“That’s because I am,” you could practically hear the cheeky smirk in his voice, “it’s not wrong to admire, is it?”

“You’re too much,” you dried your face off before making your way back over to him. He offered you a lazy smile as he pulled back your side of the blankets and made room for you. You were only wearing his shirt and a pair of old cotton panties but he was watching you like you were the best in this world. Because to him - you were. The end all and be all, “James? What’s wrong, honey?”

“Nothing,” he whispered as he immediately reached for you and gently pulled you into his lap. You made a small sound of surprise but easily gave into his touch, “nothing at all. I’m perfect.”

“Hmm,” you leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his plump lips, gently tugging on his dog tags, “me too. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but I kind of like you a lot.”

“Is that why you married me? Had two kids with me? Got the dog?” he raised a brow as you carded a hand through his dark locks, scratching lightly at his scalp, “I bet it was all for the dog.”

“He didn’t hurt,” you joked, gently stroking his cheek, “but you aren’t so bad either. I love you, Bucky. So much. I hope you know. I hope you know you deserve this, everything we have - the whole world.”

“I…” he paused for a moment, suddenly feeling overwhelmed as you showed him so much tenderness and delicate love, “I love you too.”

“Hey,” you put your hand under your chin and turned his face up towards yours, “I mean it James Buchanan Barnes. You have been through so much, so much that other people forced on you, and you deserve happiness. You deserve all the happiness this world has to offer. I know you have some bad days, and I understand that, but I want you to know I will always be here for you and I will always love you. You are my best friend, my husband, the father of my children, you are my everything.”

“I don’t deserve you,” he took your hand in his and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Yes,” you insisted softly, “you do, James.”

“I-”

“How about for one moment you hush up,” you pushed him back against the headboard and pressed a few gentle, lazy kisses to his lips, “and just listen to me. And let me love you.”

“I love you, honey baby.”

“I love you too, James.”

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thesunshinebunny · 4 years ago

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I don't think I saw any request like this in your profile, so I'll be the first to do it: Leona and female!MC/Yuu have been in a relationship for years, with Mc's graduation from NRC she stayed in TW, married Leona and now they are expecting the first baby. Could you do a one-shot of what that situation would be like? super fluffy and happy ending. The gender of the baby is up to you

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, this type of requests are sooooooooooo wholesome for me, I find them realllllllllllly cuuuute. Thank u for being the first to ask for something like this.

I recommend you listening to this song for obvious reasons

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjfM6NiMGG4&ab_channel=classicdisneyluver1

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The dawn sun greeted you with a warm hug on your face. As you woke up you felt the heat and humidity in the Afterglow Savanna’s wind ... or was it your own body heat thanks to the movements in your belly? Whatever the reason was, your awakening wasn’t the most pleasant. Moving was almost impossible given the advanced state of pregnancy and with soon to be cub moving like it’s a party. You grunted as you tried to get up, immediately waking up the sleeping lion next to you.

"Wake up already?"

"I almost couldn't sleep the whole night, someone kept me awake"

Leona's hand went straight to your belly, giving it small massages and thus alleviating your discomfort a bit. During these nine months, Leona couldn’t have been more proud of you. There weren’t many records of humans getting pregnant with the cubs of a demihuman, less along with a lion, and much less of a member of the royal family. So you, "a simple herbivore" as he liked to call you, have tamed his heart and had the strength to breed his first heir ... girl, you have some balls of steal.

"Don't you think it would be better for you to postpone your play day with that hairball of my nephew and rest?"

Like pride, Leona couldn’t help but feel great protection towards yourself, making him even more possessive than he already was, and beware of anyone who dared to put a hand on your belly, that unlucky buddy would end with a hand converted in sand.

“I promised Cheka a week ago that I would watch him play in the shadows, I am not going to play per say. That ball of hair, as you say, is no longer five years old, he understands the state I'm in"

"No, he's nine and he's even more unbearable"

"Leona-"

Leona grunted under his breath at not being able to convince you to stay in bed with him. If something happened, he would be the first to be by your side, instead of running through the hallways to find you.

"Come on, help me get up and change"

"Oh? But the clothes would overshadow your beautiful and swollen belly thanks to my cub, I would rather for you to stay naked"

You could tell from his malicious gaze that he was eating you internally. You couldn't explain why, but with every month that passed and your belly grew, Leona felt his attraction to you increase. The last time you were intimate was around your eighth month, one of the best experiences Leona had. You were a mess from head to toe, your legs and his covered by the multiple orgasms and overstimulation sex was giving you. But such intensity almost made you faint. So from that moment you couldn’t have any encounter.

“God, you horny and cheesy lion. I'm about to pop"

You gently pulled his face away, getting a growl. His hand had not moved away from your belly, what's more, his hold became stronger.

"You better help me right now or I swear to God you're going to regret the day you got me pregnant Kingscholar"

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Your sit in the shade was more than comforting. In the distance, you could see little Cheka gathering flowers and chasing after a few butterflies. Every now and then the little one would come back and place the flowers with a bright smile on your swollen belly. His mother was sitting next to you, checking your physical condition and taking care that nothing could endanger your peace of mind. Guards were scattered throughout the field, avoiding any threat that endangered the royal family.

"Honey, we have to go back to the palace"

Your sister-in-law called from the shadow to her little child, whose ears had fallen from disappointment.

"Awww, but I want to keep playing"

"You will be able to continue playing, but we need to take Y/N to her room"

"Do I really have to get in? I like to be outdoors"

If you had ears and a tail, they would undoubtedly show your disappointment just like the little redhead.

"I understand what you are saying dear, but you are about to have a cub, the best thing for you is to stay in the care of your husband"

Your sister-in-law was already clutching Cheka in her arms when the guards were heading to the palace gate, some stayed behind to help you. You got up with great heaviness and when you took a couple of steps you noticed a liquid going down your shaking legs.

You looked down in fear when you realized that you had broken bag. You called with a trembling voice to your sister-in-law, who turned her head carelessly but her gaze was decomposed when she saw your current state. The next events were a catastrophe.

The world seemed to move in slow motion. Guards carrying you in their arms, heading to the infirmary. Cheka being carried inside by a young soldier, asking in his weak voice what was going on. Servants running out of the way to let you pass. You heard the queen speak to a guard, but you couldn't make out a word given the pain that was rising from your belly.

The contractions were starting.

You cursed whoever invented the palace corridors, they were huge and long and the infirmary was still too far away. As you turned a corner, you saw a figure approach at full speed and snatch you from the guard’s arms.

"I warned you not to leave the room and stay with me, now look at the problem we are in"

Leona ran faster, dodging anyone who got in the way. You had your head placed on his chest and you could hear his heart beating very quickly, unable to tell if it was because of the nervousness of the situation or how quickly he was heading to the infirmary.

Upon arrival, everyone was already prepared… prepared to spend four long hours between contractions and screaming.

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In the early afternoon, with your ragged breaths, your hands white from squeezing the side of the bed and Leona's hand, and a layer of sweat covering your forehead, you heard the first cries of your cub. The midwife wrapped the pink bundle in a blanket and placed it in your tired arms. Below them, was the hand of your beloved lion, who didnt stop smiling since he heard his baby cry, a sign that they were healthy.

Your hands went to the face of your cub who was now smiling and about to fall asleep in the arms of their parents and your body heat. Their lion-specific ears were slightly lowered and flattened over their brown hair. Their had taken on the greatest physical features of their father, now we would have to wait to see their eyes, even though you wouldn't mind if they turned out just as intense green.

"Can I know what-"

Your voice broke, unable to hold back the tears of happiness. Either way, the midwife completely understood you.

“You have a beautiful girl. Congratulations Your Highnesses"

Leona, who looked at the scene with extraordinary sweetness, was radiating pride, for you, for his newborn and for the family he was forming. He no longer cared about being the second prince if it meant forming his own pride with you.

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anais-mitchell · 4 years ago

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a comprehensive list of every never before seen hadestown lyric revealed in “working on a song”

Note: This list will not include any lyrics from the OBCR, Broadway previews documented in audios, the London run, the Edmonton run, or the NYTW run. Only lyrics that Anaïs has never revealed before. Also, I strongly recommend everyone actually read the book and support Anaïs! It has amazing insights into the show we love.

(Also, any ellipses mean the song just goes into the lyrics we already know)

Wedding Song

In early Vermont productions, Wedding Song did not exist; there was another duet called Everything Written.

Fates: Seven Sisters / Little Dipper / Great Bear, Hunter / Drinking Gourd / Libra, Leo / Pisces, Pluto / Venus, Virgo / Capricorn

Eurydice: Don’t it make, don’t it make you feel so small? / Orpheus, when you look up at it all? / When I look into the skies / I lose my head for scale and size / And still you’re larger in my eyes / Than any star / You pull on me like gravity / I want to be where you are

They say that everything is written / Everything written in those stars / The very lives we’re living / The very love in our hearts

Orpheus: Who could write, who could write this kind if love? / From such a height, all these light-years up above? / And all these light-years down below / I don’t need any star to show me / What my heart already knows / Eurydice / You pull on me like gravity / I want to be where you are

Eurydice: Come here

Orpheus: I’m here

Eurydice: It’s so cold

Orpheus: So clear

Eurydice: It’s so dark

Orpheus: So fair

Eurydice: Come near

Orpheus: I’m here

Eurydice: You’re there

A workshop version of Wedding Song included this exchange:

Eurydice: You have a way with words don’t you? It’s too bad none of them are true

Orpheus: It’s not a lie- It’s poetry

Eurydice: How many mouths does a poem feed?

Epic I

From 2007 Vermont:

Orpheus: King of diamonds, king of spades! / First there was Hades, king of the dirt / Miners of mines, diggers of graves / They bowed down to Hades who gave them work / And they bowed down to Hades who made them sweat / Who paid them their wages and set them about / Digging and dredging and dragging the depths / Of the Earth to turn its insides out / Singing la la la la la la la...

Then came Persephone, Hades’s wife / Our Lady of Shadows and Meadows entwined / Made to spend half of the days of her life / Right alongside of him down in the mine / But the other half she could walk in the sun / And the sun in turn burned half as bright / Which is where the seasons come from / And with them the cycle / Of the seed and the sickle / And the lives of the people / And the birds in their flight / Singing la la la la la la la...

So it was and it might have stayed / And the sun came up and the sun went down / A circle of fourths, a perfect cadence / The serpent’s tail in the serpent’s mouth / But the strong will take what they want to take / And the weak can only tell the tale / And the king began to lay his heavy hand upon the scale / What did he want? He wanted Our Lady / To have and to hold, not half, but wholly / To love him and never to leave him again / And as for the seasons, to hell with them! / And the earth warmed over in the dead of winter / The stillborn spring lay cold beneath / Summer gave a stormy sermon / Autumn walked in the wake with a wreath / And the people moved like weather patterns / Looking for shelter, looking for warmth / Helter-skelter the four winds scattered / The scavengers over the ravaged earth / Singing la la la la la la la...

From a workshop, presumably pre-London:

Hermes: Orpheus was a poor boy / But he had a gift to give / There was one song he’d been working on / He could never seem to finish / A song about this broken world / That he rewrote again and again / As though if he could find the words / He could fix the world with them

Livin’ It Up On Top

From pre-NYTW workshops:

Persephone: A hundred sunny summer days / Till my lover comes to find me / A hundred blooming olive trees / And a hundred grapevines climbing / Singing songs when the sun goes down / Light the fire in the darkness / Brother, pass that bottle around / And we’ll raise a glass to the harvest, it’s / Just enough fruit for the pressing / Just enough wine to fill our cups / But what we have is a blessing / It isn’t much but it’s enough

Eurydice: A hundred starry summer nights / Since my lover came and found me / Picking fruit and hopping freights / With his music all around me / Stay up late making love / All the stars are naked / Talking sweet and sleeping rough / Our bed is where we make it, there’s / Just enough fruit for the pressing...

Way Down Hadestown

From when Anaïs was 21, long before the show was even a concept:

Follow that dollar for a long way down / Far away from the poorhouse door / You either get to hell or a border town / Ain’t no difference anymore...

Suckin’ on the gristle and chewin’ on the bone / Thinkin’ ‘bout missiles and the old Dow Jones / All alone on your chromium throne /And lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely...

From 2006:

Persephone: Though I’m happy at his side / He’s not an easy man to love / I used to keep him satisfied / But lately he can’t get enough / Never enough of the mine and the mill / Never enough of his working girls / Never enough of the wall he’s building / All around the underworld / Way down Hadestown...

Orpheus: Mr. Hades is slick as an eel / Fountain pen, crocodile shoes / Quick as a snake, and he’s hot on your heels / He’ll make you an offer that you can’t refuse! / Way down Hadestown...

Hermes: Speak of the devil and the devil comes / Here comes Mister Hades now / To gather up his chosen ones / And bring ‘em down to Hadestown / Way down Hadestown...

From 2007:

Hermes: Make room, make room for Hermes, sir! / Make a little room for Hermes, ma’am / They call me a messenger / But that ain’t half of who I am

I’m a man of influence / I’m connected up and down / And I got all the documents / You need to get to Hadestown / Way down Hadestown...

Tired of walking in your worn-out shoes? / Tired of running on nothing at all? / Tired of standing your bets to lose? / Tired of losing? Give me a call, we’ll go... / Way down Hadestown...

Orpheus: Mister Hades got an iron fist / Step outta line and he’ll have your head / In the blink of an eye, with a flick of the wrist

Hermes: Hang around here and starve instead!

Orpheus: It’s a cattle pen!

Hermes: It’s a feeding trough!

Orpheus: He’ll fatten you up just to cut you down! / I’d rather starve

Hermes: I’d rather stuff my pockets down in Hadestown! / Way down Hadestown...

Hey, Little Songbird

Anaïs says she tried out this line in 2017 to include a more explicit “job offer” in the wake of the MeToo movement:

Hades: Hey, little songbird, gimme a song / I’m a busy man, and I can’t stay long / I’ve got clients to call, I’ve got orders to fill / I’ve got millions of souls on my payroll, but hell / I could fit you as well if you wanted

When the Chips are Down

From Vermont, 2006:

Fates: Cross my palm! Grease my chin / Can’t you see the kind of shape you’re in? / What you gonna do... ?

Wait For Me

From Vermont, 2007:

(These exchanges intercut the chorus)

Hades: Hermes! / Hermes: Hades! / Hades: Back in town! / Please, sit down / Please, relax / You’ve been around the world and back / Haven’t you, Hermes? / Hermes: I have / Hades: How’s the weather? / Hermes: Worse than ever / How’s your wife? / Hades: My wife is fine / Hermes: You’ve been spending a lot of time together / Haven’t you, Hades?

Hades: What have you brought? / Hermes: The latest crop / Hades: The freshest cut? / Hermes: A cut above / Hades: How many of them, a lot? / Hermes: A lot / Hades: A few too many perhaps / What’s this? / Why have you brought me Orpheus? / I know I never ordered that / It seems you’ve gone behind my back / Haven’t you, Hermes?

Hades: What was that? / Hermes: What was what? / Hades: I heard a voice / Hermes: I heard it not / Hades: Someone singing / Hermes: I heard nothing / Hades: Some kind of song / Hermes: You could be wrong / It could have been the wind / Hades: The wind? / Hermes: It could have been the rain / Hades: The rain? / Hermes: It could have been the train... (the train / the train / the train / the train...)

From “an early cutting room floor version”:

Fates: One (one, one) / You forget the sun

Eurydice: I forget the sun

Fates: You forget where you come from / You forget the sun

Eurydice: I forget the sun

Fates: Two (two, two)

Why We Build the Wall

Pre-NYTW:

Hermes: A lot can happen behind closed doors / With the big boss and his fountain pen / A lot of dirty deals go down / When there ain’t nobody watching...

Our Lady of the Underground

The 2006 version of the song was called “A Crack in the Wall” and these were the lyrics:

Persephone: Come and see the stars! / They’re fixin to fall / Slidin’ and a-slipping’ / In their gravity shoes / Old Man Mars / Taking Venus to the ball / Big dipper dippin’ / To the blue-sky blues

Have you forgot? / Which was is up? / I think you’ll find / I have just the thing for you / Put a quarter in the slot / You can fill your loving cup / With a little bit of moonshine / From the pay-per-view

How selfless! / The silent moon / Holding a mirror / For an ungrateful sun / Hey, Orpheus! / Are you leaving so soon? / Every night around here / Is a fateful one

Maybe you got blindsided / Lost your papers! / Lost your mind! / Maybe you once lost an angel / Just to watch her fall / Look a little closer and / The water turns to wine / Look a little closer: there’s a crack in the wall!

So I raise my cup / To the stars in the sky / If you want a show / Go on, get in line / Step right up brothers / Don’t be shy / What the boss don’t know / The boss won’t mind

Way Down Hadestown (Reprise)

A 2013 version of this song was called “No One Now,” delivered to Orpheus, and these are the lyrics:

Fates: Used to be a blushing bride / That was on the other side / Better to forget her face / Now she’s like the rest of us / One more number in a crowd / Maybe she was someone once / She ain’t no one now

Used to be a loving wife / That was in another life / Carve it on a marble stone / Now she’s like the rest of us / One more body in the ground / Maybe she was someone once / She ain’t no one now

Brother don’t you think we all / Used to have a name to call? / A tale to tell as well as her? / Now she’s like the rest of us...

Maybe when she first arrived / So alive, so naive / All the bright lights in her eyes / All her insides fluttering (alt. Heart aflutter on her sleeve) / Maybe she was someone then / Back when Hades drew her in / Like a moth into his flame / Borne aloft on burning wings / Well she ain’t the first and she ain’t the last / Hades’ fire is hot and fast / Just ask all the other girls / Sweeping up the ashes in the underworld / See even when the flame is new / She doesn’t hold a candle to / The woman Hades truly loves / So maybe she was someone once / But now she’s like the rest of us / All used up, all burned out / Maybe she was someone once / She ain’t no one now

From the Dartmouth workshop:

Hermes (to Orpheus): If you wanna get around down here in the tank / Down here in the clink / Down here in the hole / You got to think the way they think / Which is to say, your mind is blank / Which is to say, don’t think at all / Come / I’ll show you how it’s done

Welcome to the skeleton crew! / Welcome to the chain gang, kid / Lemme introduce you to / The members of the working dead / Old Jack Hammer! / Mister Miner / Wandering forever in the catacombs / Working on a hole to China / Diggin’ up them dino bones / Way down...

Sweatshop Sally! Missus Miller! / Workin’ in the cellar where the sun don’t shine / Sad eyed little Cinderella / Sweeping up the ashes of the summertime / Used to be one a the boss’s pets / Now she’s just another stiff / One night in the boss’s bed / And a lifetime on the graveyard shift / Way down...

Flowers

Did not exist in Vermont, but there was a brief reprise of “Everything Written”:

Eurydice: If it’s me- if it’s me you’re looking for / Orpheus, I can’t be with you anymore

Fates: She signed in blood / She signed for good

Eurydice: I signed before I understood / And I’d unsign it if I could / But it’s too late / They say that everything is written / Everything is written in those stars / Even these lives we’re living / Even this love

Fates: Seven sisters...

Papers

Pre-NYTW:

Hades: Let me see your papers, son / Let me see your documents / Or could it be that you have none? / You’re on the wrong side of the fence...

If It’s True

Pre-concept album:

Orpheus: If it’s true what they say / If there’s nothing to be done / If there’s no part left to play / If there’s no song to be sung / If it’s true what they say / If there’s no stone left to turn / If there’s no prayer left to pray / If there’s no bridge left to burn / If it’s true what they say / I’ll be on my way / If it’s true what they say / Then I have lived a lie / They can take the sky away / Take the stars out of my eyes / And my face will be a mask / And my heart will be a stone / And I’ll throw away the past / And I’ll go away alone...

How Long?

Pre-concept album:

Persephone (to Hermes): Brother Hermes, god of speed / Put your feathers on his feet / Hasten his delivery / Keep him hale and whole / Brother, I’m a jaded woman / But there’s something in his singing / And it feels like spring a-comin’ / To the winter of my soul

Brother Hermes, god of speed / Put your feathers on his feet / Hasten his delivery / Keep him safe and sound / He reminds me of the lover / That I was when I was younger / Back before my heart went under / Undercover / Underground

Chant (Reprise)

Dartmouth Workshop, 2014:

Hades: And in this symphony of mine / Are power chords and power lines / Which I arrange and orchestrate / And every day I dedicate / The magnum opus of my life / To my unkind, ungrateful wife / Persephone, and she shall see / Her name in lights on my marquee / And every night, another show / My symphony will never close! / And she shall have a front row seat / Which she shall never, ever leave! / Young man, you can strum your lyre...

Epic III

Vermont:

Orpheus: The strong will take what they want to take / And the weak can only tell the tale / And the heart of the king loves everything / Like the hammer loves the nail

The heart of the king is iron and steel / The heart of the king is the color of rust / The heart of the king is soldered and sealed / The heart of the king is a tinderbox / That he has to keep under lock and key / That it not catch fire inside his chest / Cos a lover’s desire is a mutiny / A lover’s desire is a wilderness

But even that hardest of hearts unhardened...

(I just have to say I fucking love this imagery of a fire oh my god)

Lover’s Desire

Anaïs once set the original Lover’s Desire melody to lyrics around the area of Wedding Song:

Orpheus: Lover, can you hear me? / I’m asking for your hand / Your hand for better or for worse / Forever / Whether you’re sick or well / For rich or poorer, to have and to hold for as / Long as we both shall live

Eurydice: Lover, can you hear me? / I’m asking for a hand / A hand that’s steady and strong / To lean on / To catch me if I fall / That’s the hand that I’ll have and I’ll hold for as / Long as we both shall live

Word to the Wise

Early workshops:

Fates: Hey / Hey / Hey / It’s judgement day! / Are you gonna let ‘em just walk away? / What you gonna do... ?

Wait For Me (Reprise)

Vermont:

Hades: Hermes!

Hermes: Hades!

Hades: Time to go / Time to bring this to a close / Time to lay this thing to rest

Hermes: Orpheus?

Hades: Orpheus / It’s all agreed / We’ve struck a deal / He’s free

Hermes: He’s free?

Hades: He’s free to walk

Hermes: And she?

Hades: To follow at his heel / And she, to follow at his back

Eurydice: Wait for me, I’m coming...

Hades: And she shall follow at his back / And she shall follow in his wake

Hermes: And what’s the catch?

Hades: The catch is this: / He shall not turn to see her face / And if he turns, the game is up / The deal is off, his race is run / And that’s the end of Orpheus / You’ll see it done?

Eurydice: Wait for me, I’m coming...

Written at an unspecified time but never used:

Hermes: A poor boy and a hungry young girl / Walking single file / While the music played / Brother, they looked for all the world / Like they was walking down the aisle / On their wedding day

We Raise Our Cups

The show once ended with an alternate song called “Cloud Machine” in Vermont, the lyrics of which Anaïs says she is embarrassed by:

Orpheus: What have I done? Mother, what have I done? / Squandered the gift that you gave me / Gambled with Hades and Hades won / And there’s no song now that can save me

Mother, I failed! Oh Mother, I tried / And I fell like a fool would fall / And I left my love / On the other side / On the other side of the wall

(Alt. There’s a crack in the wall / It’s a little bit wider / It’s a little bit wider, that’s all)

Persephone: Come, my son, don’t take it so hard / Everything is forgiven / You have done naught / But to play out the part / That the Fates in their wisdom have written

Orpheus: Raise up the curtain! The crowd goes wild! / The Fates are drunken clowns / All of us dreamers are walking the wire / While they juggle our dream around

Apollo, come down in your cloud machine / Apollo, come swallowing fire / With your thunder and lightning and kerosene / For the Fates and their funeral pyre

Persephone: Come, my son, we try and we fail / Every tail has an end

But the pale dawn breaks / And the snake eats it’s tail / And the tale begins again...

#hadestown #working on a song #anais mitchell #orpheus #eurydice #hades #persephone #hermes #eva noblezada #amber gray #reeve carney #patrick page #andre de shields #my posts #this took so long omg pls don’t sleep on it #so many of these lyrics are so beautiful #if anyone wants to discuss them PLS hop in the inbox or dms

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bearmcpears · 3 years ago

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The Understanding of Pain

Zhongli x Reader

Reader = Gender Neutral

ANGST/HURT/COMFORT

- Zhongli comes back from the Archon war after leaving you suddenly. A small short fic filled with angst and comfort -

You sit near the fireplace in the home that you share with your beloved friend, Zhongli. Though, it seems that this home is no longer considered a home of two, seeing as that your closest friend hasn’t been home for almost 2 years.

Originally you had planned out your life with your childhood friend but once Zhongli had been selected to be one of the archons, everything changed... Nothing was the same, and despite Zhongli’s constant reassurances that nothing will change, his actions didn’t match up to his words.

You began to realize such when Zhongli didn’t match the same energy as much, and in fact.. communicating with him was rather hard. Zhongli became rather inconsistent with spending time with you and suddenly.. he left you with nothing but one simple letter.

Shaking your head, you get up and splash your face to ease the growing headache. Thinking too hard about Zhongli always made your head hurt. But even though, you have still found your way around those nagging feelings to provide some self-comfort.

After a good pep-talk to yourself in the bathroom, you find yourself downstairs to make yourself dinner. There wasn’t much in the small tavern.

“Darn.. need to go to the market soon” You hummed, crouching down to grab a half loaf of bread with little slices of ham.

That would have to suffice for now.

You run a hand through your hair and watch the slices of ham sizzle under the fire of your stove. You begin to zone out as you think mentally about what you plan to do.

You began to voice out your thoughts, “Eggs.. we need eggs.. what else.. maybe some more butter.. we do have more meat in the fridge-”

Your thoughts were cut off when you hear the light pounding of knocks at your door. Eyes narrowing, you slowly blow out the remaining fire of the stove and approach the door. Who on earth would be knocking on the door at this hour? Must be some advertiser or a drunkard that went to the wrong place.

You place the palm of your hand at the door and twist the knob. At first, you glance up to see that the light on your porch was off which made it hard for you to see whoever was at your doorstep.

“Hello?” You asked slowly

Fully opening the door, you stand in front of the doorway and at once you’re legs almost lock and your heart skips a beat.

Approaching the door, the figure standing on the other side was no other than your old friend. The light from inside was the only thing that lit up Zhongli’s face and you couldn’t help but notice the tiredness in his eyes.

You shake your head quickly and compose yourself, “What are you doing here?”

“I live here, don’t I?” Zhongli murmured.

“Do you really get to say that? You left for two years with nothing but one letter. One. Letter. Zhongli!”

Zhongli wore nothing but a look of guilt as his hands nervously rubbed together, “You know that it was for the better. I did not ask to become an Archon, and when duty calls, I must go”

“You could have at least told me with your own mouth! You proclaim yourself as self-less but you’re nothing but-” You hastily clench your jaw as you stare at him with a death glare “a coward”

Zhongli looked at you with nothing but guilt as his feet shuffled a bit closer, “I do not understand why you feel this way. What I did was for the better of our world..-”

“I’m not talking about the world! Or your duty as an Archon! I’m talking about us... What you did to me. How could you suddenly leave me for two years without anything”

“But.. I gave you a letter and-”

“Do you really think that’s enough for me?” You yell.

You find Zhongli growing quiet and your long-held anger begins to grow. You clench your fist and begin to shut the door, only to be stopped by a hand.

“I still live here”

“Not anymore”

It had only been a few days since the night you expressed your anger to Zhongli. You felt relieved that you were able to tell let out all the pent-up emotions but you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. After all, it had been two years since he saw you as well. At least he hasn’t forgotten you...

You run a tired hand through your hair as you lean back into your chair and look at your scribbled notes that were supposed to be a list of groceries but turned into a mess of ink.

“Best not to dwell on things and start doing something productive,” You say to yourself as you get up and walk to your bedroom, making sure to not look in the direction of Zhongli’s room.

You wonder where he is after you didn’t allow him back inside as you get changed into a simple shirt and pants.

After getting ready, you exit the tavern and make your way to the markets. You curse under your breath when you realized that leaving the house without a written list of groceries was definitely not a smart decision. Oh well, it was too late now. You inevitably decide to go off your memory.

About an hour into your shopping you notice a small cat dragging its tail along the lower area of your leg. You look down and smile at the cat who was circling you now.

You attempt to move away but it seems the cat has other priorities and you seem to notice that the cat is trying to lead you somewhere. You consider your options of choosing between shopping and following this grey-colored cat and you decide to go adventure to where the cat leads you.

There was a bit of walking until the cat finally came to a halt. You raise an eyebrow as the cat makes a turn into a slight ally way. Turning your head in the direction of where the cat went, you’re surprised to see Zhongli resting against a trash bag. A dirty-looking one too...

You chewed on your lower lip with a bit of guilt as you kneel in front of Zhongli who was seemingly fast asleep. Raising your hand, you press it to Zhongli’s shoulder and push on it.

Zhongli was instantly awoken and looked surprised to see you.

“Hello, Rex lapis”

Zhongli’s eyes narrowed at you, “What?”

“If you’re confused at why I’m here, then a cat led me to you. Speaking of which, why are you even sleeping on a trash bag”

Zhongli processed the information you told him and took a second to answer, “I had nowhere else to go. Four days on a trash bag isn’t as bad as it seems”

“But, why? There’s inn’s you could rent for a couple of nights, surely you’ll have enough since you’re some big Archon”

“Actually, being an Archon does not ensure that I will have a lot of riches. In fact, I’m... technically no better than a beggar on the street in terms of Mora”

You look at him with disbelief, “No way, you have to be joking”

“Does it look like I’m joking?”

You decide to not respond to that as you stand back up on your feet, “Well seeing as that you’re in a not-so-good situation, I can lend you some Mora for a couple of nights at the inn-”

“Why won’t you let me live in my own home? You do know that there is a contract that states that I still own the shared property, yet you insist that I no longer live there..”

“You really are delusional” You sigh, looking at Zhongli through the corner of your eye, "Fine, you can come back. After all, there is no put in arguing over something I can't win"

With that, you leave without another word.

It had been almost a week since you saw Zhongli in the alleyway of the market. This week has been nerve-wracking for you since even after offering Zhongli to live in your shared tavern again, he hasn't made an effort to come back. Not foot stepped foot on your porch.

"Gosh... I really messed up didn't I?" You groaned. You began to let your thoughts make you weak and regretful. All you wanted was to make Zhongli understand how you felt and now all you've done is pushed him away.

'He probably hates me now' You think to yourself.

Looking outside, you feel yourself grow anxious when the starry night has begun to rain. You wonder if you should run over to where you assumed Zhongli would be... but what if he didn't want to see you.

You shake the thoughts off and you grab your coat, not bothering to grab an umbrella then sprinting out the door to the market.

"Zhongli!" You call urgently called out. Your head spins when your anxiety begins to reach its peak. When you had arrived, Zhongli hadn't been in his original spot and you worry about what has happened to him.

'It was only rain... There's nothing that could have happened to him' You tell yourself as you pace around the area. Maybe Zhongli went to go get something from one of the local bars. Maybe he moved locations.

There were too many thoughts racing through your mind. Though, there was one place that popped into your mind.

"I knew you'd be here" You huffed out, bending over a bit to catch your breath.

Zhongli stared at you from where he stood and hurried over to you, "You- You're drenched... Why would you come outside in this weather without any sort of protection?"

"I have a coat, I'm fine"

"Yes, but your hair... It's as wet as a wet mop" Zhongli cringed as he grabbed a tucked piece of cloth from his pocket and patted the dripping ends of your hair and the droplets of water that trailed down your face.

You laughed for the first time with him, "Rain can't hurt me, Rex lapis"

Zhongli frowned at the name, "Why do you insist on calling me that now? Zhongli is a name that you usually call me by"

"Mmm, what's wrong with doing it without a reason"

"No reason particularly, though... I do like it when you call me 'Zhongli'" He coughed into his hand and finally removed the cloth from your forehead.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"What brings you here anyway?" Zhongli asked.

"I could ask you the same thing, but... I think we both remember the significance of this place" You hummed.

"In fact we do. I still remember the thundering storm and having to hide under the bench because we thought that if we touched any part of the rain... we would be electrocuted. How naive we were"

"It definitely was memorable"

For the first time in years, you felt connected to Zhongli after reminiscing that moment with him. The silence between the two of you grew to be comforting and you finally turn your head to look at him.

"Wanna come back home?"

"It seems you haven't changed the place all that much" Zhongli commented to you as he walked around, running his fingertips across the furniture.

You scratch the back of your neck and smile gingerly, "Well, I didn't have anything to change. I wanted to keep it the same as how you left it"

You began to reconsider your choice of words when you saw Zhongli clench his fists and close his eyes. He was definitely thinking deeply about something.

You attempt to change the subject, "H-Hey... Forget I said that, I meant to say-"

"Do you want to talk?" Zhongli offered, walking closer to you as he held a serious expression.

"A-About?" The proximity made you nervous and want to back away for some reason.

Zhongli sighed, "After thinking over what you said to me the night I returned... I realized that I was wrong. I shouldn't have suddenly left, and I may not understand all of your feelings but that doesn't mean I shouldn't try to understand them"

You considered his words, "Zhongli... It's okay-"

"No. Do not say it is okay when you wore such a pained expression that night. If what I did to you caused so much grief... please tell me what I did wrong"

"I-It's..." You stumbled on your words but slowly gained confidence, "You did leave suddenly and- and, I felt that when you left leaving only but a letter with such little words.. I felt abandoned. As if I didn't matter. Was that all our friendship was to you, Zhongli? You didn't think it was important enough, so you left without even saying goodbye to my face? You have to understand that affected me dearly"

Zhongli nodded at you, "I wasn't thinking clearly that night. I was naive, and I wanted an easy way out to leave without causing you any pain. I thought that leaving you a note would make the pain more bearable. But, It seems that it has done the opposite"

You went to respond with forgiveness but your face heated up when you felt hands wrap around your shoulders and pulled forward into a searing hug. You froze up at the close contact and the smell of Zhongli was more prominent now.

"Z-Zhongli?"

"I also realized something that I should've told you before I left"

You blinked at him slowly and when you're eyes reopened, lips were pressed against yours as Zhongli whispered against them.

"That I love you"

(Wowie, okay. This was actually one of my first genshin fic’s I’ve ever written before so I apologize if somethings are off. I’m more of a small writer but I’ve written a lot of fanfictions. I do plan to continue writing on this platform a little more and I would like to say that I’m open to any requests. So, If you wish for me to write anything.. I’m always down to write something! Thanks for reading this far if you have :) )

#zhongli #zhongli genshin impact #oneshot #angst #zhongli angst #zhongli x reader #genshin impact #fluff #genshinimpact #zhongli x y/n #archon war #hurt #comfort #emotional

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blazehedgehog · 3 years ago

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So.... How about that Sonic Color port?

I don't get the white-knuckle outrage people have about it.

One, bad ports and remasters like this happen a lot. Sonic Colors Ultimate was not the first, and will not be the last. I've told this story before, but it's the one that sticks out the most in my head:

Back in 2011 or 2012, a company called "Just Add Water" announced they were going to remaster Oddworld: Stranger's Wrath. This was important, because Stranger was an Original Xbox exclusive, came out at the tail end of the console's life span, and was a commercial failure. The game was essentially left to rot on the Xbox.

But Stranger's Wrath was a critical darling, people loved that game, so the idea that finally, FINALLY, it would be getting proper PC and modern console releases was a big deal. An easy slam dunk for Just Add Water.

They released the remaster on PC first, a straight-across port from the Xbox hardware, and it was a technical disaster. Tons of effects were broken and it barely ran, especially if you were unlucky enough to have a Radeon GPU.

At the time, there was a thread on the NeoGAF forum (years before it imploded) and developers from Just Add Water were posting in it, seeing how people liked the port. There were a lot of posts from hopeful fans complaining about it being broken on their machine (I was one of them). The developer's response was to make fun of people for having weak PCs, while revealing that "the game usually averaged 30fps at a resolution of 800x600" on their test machine, which was a somewhat high end system for the time. 30fps for a six year old Xbox game on a ~$700 PC build. At a resolution of 600p no less, when we were approaching the dawn of 4K games on PC.

It was disgraceful. I was mad. They were proud of this. They were arrogant about this. What a great favor they had done for us bringing Stranger's Wrath to PC where only the top 25% of their install base could run the game acceptably at low settings.

Just Add Water, perhaps realizing the growing number of scorned users, vowed that they would improve the PC port "soon." In the mean time, they ported Stranger's Wrath to every other platform under the sun. Playstation 3, Vita, Xbox 360, I think even Wii U. The PC version remained in the same broken state. They made announcements for other Oddworld games. They started porting Munch's Odyssey to other platforms, as well. Finally, something like three or four years later, after they'd already wrung everything out of the Oddworld franchise everywhere else, they went back released an updated version of Stranger's Wrath for the PC that looked and played correctly.

That was their definition of "soon."

Sonic Colors and Stranger's Wrath still aren't the only examples of this. I mean, Gearbox's original PC version of Halo was a complete mess of arbitrarily changed effects, and only now, 13 years later, did The Master Chief Collection finally fix that broken port.

Or what about the original 2007 PC port of Resident Evil 4? That looked like this:

The game originally shipped with a complete lack of any lighting whatsoever! It was also a port of the PS2 version, so the textures were visibly worse than the original Gamecube and Wii versions. AND it still ran like unoptimized garbage, too! It took Capcom another 4-5 years to put out the "Ultimate Edition" port we have today.

All of these ultra-dramatic Sonic fans out there like "SEGA WILL PAY THE PRICE FOR HAVING CROSSED US THIS DAY" are like... yeah, it sucks that the port could be better, and we did not deserve to have it be this bad, but could you tone it down just a little?

I mean, we knew going in to this that the port looked a little funky, based on videos Sega was putting out that featured clearly broken effects. Sure, there was the hope that things would get fixed before release, but that's all it should have been: hope. Cool your jets, wait and see. But you don't have to go full Skeletor.

Based on what I've heard, from people I know and from what other rumors have said that seems to line up, it sounds like Sonic Colors Ultimate was a victim of covid-19. I was first informed that Sega was prepping a Sonic Colors remake/remaster in 2019, and it seems like the originally targeted release date was Christmas 2020. However, apparently, in early fall 2020, a performance evaluation revealed the game was in no state to release thanks to covid guidelines gumming up the development, and apparently Blind Squirrel was brought in to rescue the project.

That's probably why Sonic Colors Ultimate is this weird mishmash of original game code + an implementation of Godot bolted on over the top of it. Blind Squirrel tried to clean up the mess as best they could, but it wasn't good enough. The Switch version caught it the worst.

This isn't an excuse for the quality of the remaster. It sucks and we deserve better, but you could say that about a lot of things during this pandemic. We just don't need the big theatrics and the bickering over what is just another mediocre remaster.

I canceled my pre-order and I'm waiting to see if it gets any significant updates before I consider buying it.

#questions #anonymous #sonic colors #ultimate edition #sega #sonic team #blind squirrel #remaster #godot

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yuriko-mukami · 3 years ago

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Yuriko, were you able to meet with Yuuto in your dreams and ask him about his whereabouts? I’m concerned whether he would point us in the right direction or not, but it seems he is our only viable option.

[Yuriko yawned and turned to look at Ruki. His timing was frighteningly perfect.]

Um… yes, I was.

[She shivered as she remembered her nightly meeting with her brother.]

~ Flashback ~

[Yuriko sat down to the floor of the forest and curved her tail around her paws. The night was cold as if winter had already arrived.]

Yuuto: It’s been a long time. Have you been avoiding me, little sister?

Yuriko: You haven’t been very nice to me…

Yuuto: And whose fault it that? You are still living with that bloodsucker, aren’t you?

[Yuriko sighed but nodded quickly.]

Yuriko: It’s better than live with… Keisuke.

[Yuuto snorted.]

Yuuto: I’m willing to admit that he is nothing but a useless human. He still hasn’t located that gate, and I’m still unable to speak with him.

Yuriko: About that! You need to tell me where that gate is and how can I open it!

Yuuto: Huh? Now you are interested in talking about that? What’s gotten into you?

Yuriko: I need you help. I can’t control my powers and –

Yuuto: Hah? Are you afraid of losing that disgusting –

Yuriko: Ruki isn’t disgusting! I love him and nothing can change that!

Yuuto: You might love him, but no human nor vampire will ever really love you. Father is a proof of that, and those bloodsuckers… they are unable to fall in love in the first place.

Yuriko: I don’t want to hear! Just tell me about that gate!

Yuuto: Is it just me or are you a bit full of yourself nowadays? [He was quiet for a moment.] I was only four when they took me, so I don’t remember it very well. They took me to the forest, and I think there was a Shinto shrine nearby, one with Inari statues.

Yuriko: Okay! I’ll find that place and come for you. How do I open the gate?

Yuuto: All I know is that you need your blood to do that.

Yuriko: You have the same blood. Why can’t you open it?

[Yuuto turned his yellow gaze to the starless sky and frowned. There was something dark in his eyes.]

Yuuto: …my power is too weak… It’s father’s blood, it’s too strong in me, but you are probably different. Mother told me that your power awakened when you were only one year old; I was three, almost four, before that happened. So… I guess there isn’t as much kitsune in me as in you. Believe me, I’ve tried to get through that gate.

Yuriko: I… don’t know… what to say. I’m really sorry, Yuuto.

[Yuuto turned his gaze back to Yuriko.]

Yuuto: I don’t need your pity. Just open the gate.

Yuriko: I… I’ll do that!

Yuuto: Though I do wonder… how come you don’t control your power if you got it so early on? And how have you been able to hide it from that love of your life…?

[Yuuto said the last words so spitefully that Yuriko shivered. He was the only blood relative she could reach for… and she wanted him and Ruki to get along, not be on each other’s throats as Ruki and Keisuke had been. But would Yuuto ever accept Ruki?]

~ End of Flashback ~

[Yuriko sighed. Her gaze wandered through the bedroom as she told what she now knew about the gate and her awakened powers. She left out all the things Yuuto had said about Ruki. Those words pained her heart and she never wanted Ruki to hear them.]

I think… that we need to find that Shinto shrine and then… use my blood somehow.

#ruki mukami #yuruki #interactions #long post #(( sorry for the late reply ))#(( my computer somehow destroyed the first version of this :( ))#(( this turned out rather long :D ))#(( but it's a story time again! ))

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undertalethingems · 4 years ago

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Bark at the Moon Chapter 19: Darker Yet Darker

Or read on my Ao3>

Rating, Setting: Gen, Pre-canon

Chapter Warnings: None?

Chapter Summary: If Alphys is going to help the brothers overcome their inability to shift forms, she needs more information. Information that lies in the grim, long-abandoned sections of the lab she never knew about. The lab where the brothers were made.

Alphys breathed. In, and out. She meshed her fingers together, then snapped them outwards with a crackle. She picked up a hammer, a blowtorch, and lowered the welding visor over her eyes.

It was time to 'hack' into the abandoned labs.

Of all the floors listed on the elevator, all but two seemed to be operational--the entry floor, and the lowest, where she'd conducted her experiments. She'd wondered about the others, of course, but had never been able to verify that they existed. As far as she could tell, they'd been dummied out, so to speak--placeholders in the elevator's control panel that weren't actually connected to anything.

Thanks to a couple of skeletons, she knew that wasn't true. There were whole sections of her facility that had been sealed off, and who was she, as a scientist, if she didn't investigate? This was supposed to be her lab, what if there was important equipment to salvage? Not to mention the implications it might have for her friends. So she'd gathered her tools and her courage, turned off most of the elevator's safeties to keep its doors open, and began lowering it manually so there'd be no bypassing whatever floors lay between. Slowly sinking downwards, her heart leapt when a door finally rose into view in the dim light--but she quickly got to work.

The blowtorch hissed and sparked, and a clang announced it had done its work. Alphys shut it off and switched to the hammer, using it to knock the doors loose and slowly pry her way through. She could really use Undyne's muscles right now... Her strong, broad shoulders... those powerful biceps covered in glimmering scales... No! She could dream later. There were people counting on her. She wedged herself in the half-open door, braced herself against the other, and pushed with her leg. It grated open, and finally, she set foot on a floor it seemed no one had used for decades.

The landing was nondescript, lit by the weak emergency lighting she was familiar with. Even so, she exchanged the welding mask for a headlamp and flicked it on, illuminating the rest of the hall down to a doorway. She took a deep breath--and tried not to choke on the stale air. Even the ventilation system seemed to have been cut off here... She'd have to be careful. Gripping her hammer, she shuffled forward into the gloom.

A greyish-white mass erupted from the wall. Alphys shrieked, backpedaling so fast she tripped over her own tail. She landed on her back and rolled, scrambling on all fours for the elevator--and then she stopped. She recognized that electronic buzzing...

She turned, looking over her shoulder. "M-m... Memoryheads?"

The mass screeched, coalescing into a more familiar appearance, and Alphys turned over and sat as she tried to catch her breath. What were they doing here...?

"U-um, hi... you know you can leave the lab now, i-if you wanted," she said, slowly recovering from her nerves. "S-sorry I yelled, by the way, you just startled me. It's... k-kind of spooky down here, huh?"

The memoryheads buzzed like an old computer's disk drive.

"W-well, maybe not to you, ha ha... U-um... I sure hope you're the only thing lurking down here! I-I... I'm going to keep going now, okay?"

She got to her feet, brushed off her coat, and picked up her scattered tools before proceeding back down the hallway. She passed the memoryheads, and looked back to see they'd begun following her a few feet behind. What Undyne had shared about them popped into her head, and she had to wonder... Maybe they could help her.

"H-hey! So, I... I didn't make you, did I? You weren't part of my experiment."

A harsh grating sound emanated from the amalgamate. Oh, that's right--Alphys dug into her pocket for her phone. The speaker crackled with static, and she listened.

"NEGATIVE RESULT."

"O-Oh, that means, no, right?"

"That is correct."

"O-oh... Oh man... so my hypothesis... C... Can you... show me where you were made?"

"One moment, please."

The memoryheads phased through the floor.

"H-hey! I can't do that!" Alphys spluttered, then sighed. She should have known... the memoryheads were the more enigmatic of her charges... and they weren't even hers! What had she gotten into...?

"You may join us now," the phone suddenly crackled, and she jumped.

"Wh-where? What floor? What number?"

"666666666666666666666666666666666666--"

She shut the phone off, ending the harsh screech. Was there even a sixth floor? She turned back for the elevator once more--though she definitely wanted to check out all the abandoned labs had to offer, she had a priority. Back inside, she checked the panel--and there was indeed a sixth level. She'd head there, and could only hope the memoryheads actually had something for her.

A bang, clang, and scrape, and Alphys forced another set of doors open. The air here was even stuffier--a lingering chemical trace intermingled with decaying tile and carpet. She coughed, and hoped the air coming down the elevator shaft would be enough until she got the ventilation working. She'd take it slow until then.

"O-okay, I'm on the sixth floor, Memoryheads," she spoke into the phone, and static rose on the line.

"Come join the fun." "Come join the fun." "Come join the fun."

She sighed. They were helping, in their limited way. There was nothing for it but to venture into the dark, and see what she'd find. She shuffled forward, feet padding along warped linoleum--the first monster to tread these halls in years.

No.

Alphys' breath caught in her throat. There, in the dust--there were footprints. She swallowed hard, and followed them. The hall opened into a room, and she passed by rows of deteriorating machines. She could only guess at their purpose--all rotten rubber tubing, peeling paint, and oxidizing metal. Generators, perhaps. The footprints passed them by, and so did she. Another hall lead to another room, this one lined with all kinds of monitoring equipment, their paneling and readouts coated with years of dust and stained by a burst pipe. But nothing here seemed to have a means of storing information--there wasn't much to be gleaned here. So she continued on.

She finally came to a room that looked like a laboratory, with workbenches and cabinets on one side--and a pair of operating tables on the other. There was also some kind of device on the floor--it had been shattered by an incredible force. The footprints seemed to stop by it before moving on.

The next room made Alphys gasp--and not because the air was thin. It was U-shaped, and tall cisterns lined the walls, nearly reaching the vaulted ceiling. The memoryheads waited here.

"Th... This is...?"

"It's a real get together," the memoryheads stated, apparently confirming her unfinished thought.

Alphys hurried over to examine the nearest tank, pouring over its construction. The craftsmanship, the expert tooling! What she wouldn't give for a set of blueprints or schematics or--a chill suddenly ran down her spine. No. This wasn't anything to get excited about.

She looked back up at the cracked glass walls of the tank before her. This was where the brothers had been... made. They'd both come from one of these--not sparked from a parent's soul like any other monster. If Gaster had stopped there, he might have been alright, but then he'd...

She turned back to the memoryheads. "C-can you show me... Do you know where the brothers lived down here? Sans and Papyrus?"

"Invalid statement. Please try again."

"Oh, you don't know... O-okay, I can figure it out. Thank you for leading me here."

"Our pleasure."

She nodded to them, and headed back the way she'd come. It seemed the owner of the footprints had done the same--but then had seemed to stagger... and then the trail vanished...? Weird...

Wait. Alphys squinted, and found a clear print. She placed her own foot beside it to compare. It was just a little smaller, left by rounded footwear... These were Sans' footprints. She should have known...! She sighed. What had Sans been looking for down here...? In any case, his trail went cold. Alphys only had her own guidance to go on now.

There was another doorway opposite of the tank room, so she headed for it--and thanked her luck as rows of ancient computers greeted her. Finally! This was what she'd been hoping for. She headed for the nearest one, and booted it up--or, tried to. It briefly wheezed to life, only to die, and she swore under her breath as she dove under the desk to open it up. These were built into the floor?! Oh come on... Maybe she could remove the hard drives and take them back to her lab for analysis. She pried the side panel open and took a look--well, that was unusual.

And bad.

The main drives had melted together somehow, the plastic and metal a bubbled mess. She swore under her breath again, and reached in to see what her magic could tell her. The spark of magical electricity raced out, laying the computer's wiring bare in her mind's eye. It was the skill that had made her such a mechanical genius, and as she sensed the magic's ebb and flow, she sighed. She'd salvaged many a broken machine others had written off, but the chances of getting anything more than parts out of this were slim. She squeezed back out from under the desk, and surveyed the room. There were at least a dozen more... She had to hope she could get something out of those. She dusted herself off, moved to the next station, and got to work.

Three hours later, and Alphys had pulled as many drives from the remaining computers. She didn't have high hopes for these either, but they'd seemingly suffered the least damage from whatever event had fried an entire room of computers. She suspected the events leading to Gaster's disappearance might have been it... but that didn't help her now. She put the drives in her tool satchel, took one last look around the room, then headed back for the elevator.

The memoryheads burst from the floor again, and Alphys shrieked.

"G-guys! I know I sh-should be used to that by now, but please--"

The amalgamates buzzed, and she pulled out her phone to listen.

"Right this way."

"O-oh, you know of... more stuff?"

"CORRECT."

"Okay. Um, lead the way then."

Alphys shuffled after the memoryheads as they flit down the hall and into the elevator. She gave them a quizzical look--and jumped as the elevator started without any input--any visible input, at least. It rose to the next floor up, and Alphys dug for her tools, expecting another round of cutting her way in. But the doors dinged and opened smoothly onto a wide landing, and she watched the amalgamate glide out. But she shook her head and followed.

The hallway opened into a larger room, with windows along one side and a door to another hallway that continued on straight. Of chief interest to her was the large computer terminal set into the wall, but there was also a monitor near the windows, and she could just make out another placed in the hallway. If nothing else, this looked promising.

She padded over to the terminal, then blinked and turned back to the memoryheads. "Hey, u-um... thank you."

"DON'T MENTION IT." "You're welcome" "be seeing you."

They phased out, leaving Alphys alone in the abandoned lab once more. She took a deep breath, and turned back to the main terminal. This looked more advanced than the computers she'd already raided, and she hoped it had been better shielded from damage. She gathered her nerves, and turned it on. It flickered--and command-line text spurted across the screen. Alphys grinned, cracked her knuckles, and got to work. Alphys dug into the files, many of which, though corrupted, still held tantalizing fragments of data.

"O-okay, this said something about behavioral sources, and that other file mentioned cross-referencing a natural history encyclopedia with the behaviors observed in a study group... A study group of what though...?" Alphys muttered to herself as she wrote her own notes on what she'd pieced together. She'd copied down a few tables of measurements, and found parameters for the tubes she'd seen in the other rooms. But there was still more to comb through, and amid the gibberish of corrupted text more complete phrases stood out, forming a log of observations.

"...UBJECT REQUIRES FOOD. UNFORTUNATE. I WAS HOPING IT WOU..."

"...BEAM OUTPUT UNDER EXPECTED PERFORMANCE. SUBJECT CONTINUES TO EXHIB... URTHER TESTING REQUIRED..."

"...SUBJECT EXHIBITS UNUSUAL BEHAVIO... NGE OUTSIDE PREDICTED... NOT FOLLOWING MY INTENDED..."

"Y-yeah, of course they didn't, you jerk," Alphys muttered to herself as she continued to scroll through the files and copy whatever had survived. She already didn't like Gaster very much, but these files were doing nothing for his reputation. She found a proposed recipe for whatever he'd used to feed the brothers and grimaced. "Just plain food-grade magic and a few basic vitamins...? Really? That would have no flavor... No wonder Sans loves fast food and Papyrus can't cook... Oh, this log looks pretty complete! Let's see what it says..."

"I HAVE NOW CONFIRMED IT... BOTH SUBJECTS EXHIBIT TROUBLING ABILITY. PHENOTYPE EXPRESSION IS VARIABLE... SEEMINGLY AT WILL. MORE TESTING WILL BE NEEDED TO DETERMINE IF THIS COULD BE... PREVENTED IN SOME WAY. FOR NOW, UNDESIRABLE ATTRIBUTES WILL BE MITIGATED."

Alphys shuddered. "M-mitigated... I guess that's a nice way of saying he made them be what he wanted... ugh. Well... there's another entry, so..."

"PHENOTYPE ISSUES PERSIST. NO PROGRESS MADE ON SUPPRESSING THE ABILITY. IT APPEARS TO BE A FUNCTION OF THEIR... DESIGN FLAW."

Alphys stared at the words before her. "Design flaw... what does he... wait.... Does he mean their souls?!"

Disgusted, she pushed away from the terminal and paced. Suggesting a soul was a flaw... she couldn't understand it, couldn't comprehend the callousness this log boasted. She bristled, and static crackled across her scales--oh, the last time she'd been this angry it had been watching Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 2! But as angry as she was, she needed to keep looking. She needed whatever information this place still held. She took a few more deep breaths, ran her hands over her face, and returned to the computer to keep digging.

As it so often did, the time flew as she worked. She only realized how long she'd spent browsing and recovering files when her stomach growled, signaling it was well into the night and she'd forgotten to eat. She sighed, and rubbed at weary eyes... She'd collected so much, but there was still more, dozens of files she hadn't gotten to. She'd have to come back and keep looking at this--at least she knew where it was now. And all she'd read was enough to start formulating a hypothesis.

She shut the computer down and gathered her things, then shuffled over to the windows to have a look before she headed up. She couldn't make out much in the dim light, but the room beyond seemed... huge. She looked around and... oh! There was a light switch here. She pressed it, and overhead lighting clicked on, revealing the room beyond. It was huge--perhaps twice the size of the main floor upstairs, if not bigger. The walls were stained--but had clearly once been a stark, sterile white. Was this where the brothers had been... tested?

Alphys pursed her lips, and backed away. The lights had also been turned on in the hallway, showing more rooms. She wasn't sure she wanted to, but... she was curious. She shuffled on, and came to the first door. It was reinforced, and she could only just see through the window if she stood on her toes. More stark walls, though the room was much smaller--then she realized it was subdivided, with a thick window and another reinforced door splitting the room...

A pit grew in her stomach. This... had to be...

She wouldn't have believed anyone could keep a fellow monster like this. But, considering what she'd just read she wasn't surprised Gaster had only provided the bare essential to the brothers. She glanced up at the monitor set into the wall nearby. If it was anything like the ones she'd used herself... She waved her hand in front of it.

"HOLDING ROOM 1. CONTENTS: UNOCCUPIED."

"A-ah..." she uttered, and shuffled to the next. It was identical to the first.

"HOLDING ROOM 2. CONTENTS: UNOCCUPIED."

She supposed it was better they were empty... but she wanted to see them all. The third room was slightly different--it was a bit larger, and had a raised shelf on one side. If she squinted, she could just make out what seemed to be a ragged scrap of fabric laid on top of it. Was that... supposed to be a bed? Maybe this was where the brothers really lived... At least it had more space than the holding rooms, but there was nothing to make it any more comfortable. It was just bare, featureless metal walls. She grimaced, and activated the nearby monitor.

"ENCLOSURE 1: SUBJECT 1. WARNING: DO NOT APPROACH. SUBJECT IS KNOWN TO BE DANGEROUS. DO NOT PERMIT INTERACTION WITH SUBJECT 2. EXPERIMENT CONCLUSION: FAILURE."

Alphys shuddered, then turned to the next room. It was similarly barren.

"ENCLOSURE 2: SUBJECT 2. WARNING: DO NOT APPROACH. SUBJECT IS KNOWN TO ESCAPE, MAY BE DANGEROUS. DO NOT PERMIT INTERACTION WITH SUBJECT 1. EXPERIMENT CONCLUSION: FAILURE."

Alphys clenched her fists. Her friends weren't failures... they were incredible for holding together for so long, getting through so much, and then doing nice things for her and trusting her to help them. They had survived all of--this. Her goal was clearer than ever--but she was too tired to work on it now. She turned her back on the abandoned lab and headed for the elevator.

Reaching the fresh air of the main floor was a relief. As tempted as she was to immediately plug the hard drives she'd collected into her computer and start recovering them, she opted to fix some instant noodles and catch up on the Undernet instead. It had been a long day... she'd get back to work tomorrow, after she'd had some time to recharge.

The drives she'd recovered from the lab were plugged into her main computer as she heated up breakfast, and she sipped at a mug of coffee as she poked at them virtually. If she could coax more information out of them, it'd bolster her suspicions. To say the code structure was archaic was... an understatement. But, it meant the password protection was easily bypassed with a few tricks--she was better at actual hacking than the 'hacking' she'd done to get into the abandoned lab floors, and in moments she'd begun browsing whatever files remained. There were plenty to choose from, many of which seemed to relate to details of the Core and other technological projects. But none seemed to relate to the brothers' origins, and after thoroughly checking the rest of the available files, she moved to the next drive.

It seemed these computers hadn't been used for anything relating to the brothers, however. Barring any damage or corruption, each drive contained essentially the same files. Alphys' best guess was that that room of computers had been used by everyone in the lab... and perhaps not everyone was allowed access to the files detailing Gaster's little project. She sighed, setting the old disks aside. She'd have to go back to that main computer after all, see what else she could get, and collect her own data to compare. And that would mean calling the brothers in for some tests.

"O-okay, just, hold still please!" Alphys said, trying to steady her own hands as Papyrus fidgeted.

"Are all of these really necessary?" he griped. "They're making me, itchy, I think."

"I n-need them so I can properly read your magic! Th-these sensors are the only way to tell what's going on with it, and they won't work if I don't get them placed just right," Alphys explained.

"think of it like one of your puzzles bro," Sans suggested helpfully from where he half-dozed nearby. "do it in the wrong order and ya gotta start over, right?"

Papyrus sighed. "I suppose. Very well!"

He finally sat perfectly still, allowing Alphys to place the rest of the sensors.

"Okay! There! That's it for that--now I need to make sure they work, and then we can get, um, some data. You guys ready?"

"Finally! We're doing real science!"

"instead of being the science done," Sans joked--was it a joke? Alphys hoped so as she flicked the electro-magical field reader on.

"Okay, just like we did for S-Sans, I'm going to need you to hold still and wait for a minute so we can get a baseline," she explained.

"Of course! I was paying attention!" Papyrus huffed. "I'm just excited! To think, after all this time, we might find out why... I'm tall, and Sans isn't!"

"well, that's one possibility," Sans said, and Alphys couldn't help but laugh.

"I sure hope we find out more than that. O-okay, just a little bit longer, and...!" She watched the timer count up to one minute, then cut the data collection off. "Okay, now, I'm going to start it again, but I'd like for you to cast a few attacks. I-it can be any pattern or bullet type, you just have to keep it up for thirty seconds!"

"A simple task for someone as great as me! I'm ready!"

"Target's over there--aaand go!"

Papyrus obliged, sending a flurry of bones at the dummy Undyne had loaned them for the day. He started with a basic array, then quickly built up to a complex pattern before finishing with a blast from his own jaws. Alphys gave him a smile as she cut the reading off.

"Okay, that was great! Sans, are you sure you can't give me at least a couple attacks to compare...?"

"Yeah, come on, Sans! Your patterns may not be as good as mine, but you don't want to mess up Alphys' data, do you? I know you can do it!" Papyrus encouraged, and his brother gave a drawn-out sigh as he got up and trudged over.

"alright, alright. i'll throw you a bone."

"Sans! You better throw more than one! You have to fill thirty seconds of data!"

"geez, don't remind me."

Alphys finished disconnecting the wires that had linked Papyrus to her machine, and reconnected the lines that were still attached to Sans from his first round of tests. "Okay, everything should be hooked back up. Are you ready?"

"as i'll ever be."

"And... go!"

Sans immediately opened with a pair of blasters before tearing into the dummy with a bone maze, then sent alternating blue and white bones at it before summoning another round of blasters. As she watched, Alphys wondered if they would have a training dummy to return to Undyne by the time this was through. She gave the signal for him to stop, and he flopped to the tile floor panting.

"Sans, you showoff! Alphys, I want to do mine again, I can do better than my troll of a brother," Papyrus said, indignant. Despite his breathlessness, Sans chuckled from the floor.

"U-uh, well, maybe later--I only needed to see you guys using your attacks, it didn't really matter how, um, flashy they were," she replied, holding up her hands. "That should be good enough for now. Th... There's one other thing I wish I could test, b-but, I think I can just use the old... the old data I was able to recover for that."

"I thought the point of this was to collect brand new, un-possibly-corrupted data?" Papyrus said, fiddling with one of the wires trailing from his skull.

"W-well, yeah, but... I can't ask you guys to do it, not when you guys have worked so hard to..." Alphys fidgeted. "I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything you don't want to, and I can't imagine you'd want to do, um, this potential round of testing... so, f-forget it! It's fine."

"you wanna know what our magic's doing when we slip," Sans surmised, pushing up into a sitting position. "isolating those patterns might tell us how to turn 'em off... that's what you're thinking, right?"

Alphys sighed. "Y-yeah... but... I know how hard it is for you guys to break out of it. And... I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to. I... I saw where he kept you. I... I read at least... some of what he did to you... And I don't want this to be anything like what you went through down there."

The brothers exchanged looks. After a moment, Sans sighed. "we want to get this figured out as much as anyone. if that means... letting go... well, with any luck it'll be worth the trouble, right? plus, i'll have you guys to pull me out of it."

"Oh no you don't Sans, you are not sacrificing yourself! I mean, it's very selfless of you, but! You also have the worst time with it. So I volunteer!"

"no way papyrus, i'm not letting you do that to yourself. i'll feel better knowing you're looking out for me."

"And! You'll be looking out for me! It's fair either way!"

"no, you're not doing it. end of story bro."

"Guys," Alphys interrupted, "we don't have to do it! I shouldn't have even mentioned it, ugh."

Papyrus turned to her. "Doctor Alphys, if this is going to help us figure out how to never do this again, then I think we should. I... I want to know what he did to us."

Alphys looked at his earnest expression, and turned to Sans. "Is... Is that how you feel too?"

Sans closed his eyes and rubbed his face with a claw. "... yeah. everything we've tried... it hasn't worked. i have no idea how we figured it out as kids. so... anything that might help us get this over with... we gotta try all our options, right?"

"O-okay... If you guys are sure... then, I'll take care of my side of things. If you need a few days to decide who's going t-to... do the tests, or if we're doing them at all, that's fine. I can analyze what we collected today in the meantime."

"I think that may be best!" Papyrus replied, and Sans nodded. "You'll hear from us soon enough! You can count on it!"

"J-just, take care, okay?" Alphys said as she hurried to help remove the sensors from the brothers' skulls. "I d-don't want you guys to get hurt because of me..."

Papyrus turned to pat her head. "Don't worry about us, Doctor Alphys! We've gotten through far worse! And! This time! It's on our terms!"

She bid them farewell, hoping they hadn't all just made a terrible mistake... but she had to trust the brothers. They had gotten through worse, and come out on top every time. They were counting on her to do her job--so she ought to do it. She gathered up the lines from the EM reader, and wheeled it closer to the computer so she could input the data and begin her analysis. She'd compare the brothers' readouts to samples she'd taken of herself, some of the engineers from the Core, and her friends--all to see if anything differed between them. It was bound to be interesting.

The days passed, and even as she continued trawling through the data collected by a cruel man, she realized she was having fun doing science again. Watching the numbers come together, formulating a hypothesis, tweaking variables to monitor the effects... This was so much more up her alley, finding how all the pieces fit together. And as she collected more pieces, she was getting a clearer picture of just what state the brothers' souls were in, and what Gaster's experiment had been meant to achieve.

She just needed was one last piece to confirm her idea and start working on a solution. She could only hope she'd hear from the brothers soon...

Finally, Sans called her one afternoon, sounding especially weary. "heya alph."

"Oh! H-hi, Sans! What's up?"

"i, uh think we're ready."

"... I guess Papyrus won the argument, huh?"

Sans managed a laugh. "yeah. i couldn't stand up to his flawless logic... which was 'go into the woods for a few days to loosen up' before i could get around to it myself."

"Uh. Wow."

"yeah. he's always really on top of things."

"He's... okay, right?"

"oh yeah, my bro's fine. it's just... rough, seeing him like this, y'know?"

"I bet. A-anyway, I'm ready whenever you guys are."

"ok. we'll be right up."

"Okay! I'l be ready!"

Sans hung up, and she scrambled to actually be ready, because whenever Sans said he was about to be somewhere, he was almost always already there. She pulled the EM reader away from the wall, and gathered a bundle of sensors and draped them over the top just as there was a knock at the door. She squinted, because that was an automatic door...

"Come in!" she called, and the door slid open.

"you're supposed to say 'who's there'," Sans replied as he ambled in, Papyrus in tow. "alright, good luck getting him to hold still this time. don't think he's, uh, as far as he could be, but, should be enough for your tests."

Alphys looked from him to Papyrus, who was warily sniffing the floor. She could already tell in how he carried himself and studied the room that he really had fallen back on instincts. Which was what they needed for the test, but... like Sans had said. It was rough seeing him like this.

"O-okay. Papyrus?"

He perked up, and swung his head around, tilting it to one side.

"Um, hi. Can you come over here, please?"

He looked to Sans, who nodded before walking slowly over to the machine. Papyrus followed, and scrutinized the device thoroughly before sitting down and studying her patiently.

"Okay, now, I need you to hold still while I stick these on," she explained, feeling like she was repeating herself--but she wasn't sure Papyrus remembered the last time he'd been here. "Th-they might get a little itchy, but, I need you to let them stay on, okay?"

Papyrus made an uncertain warble as she approached, but Sans gave him a reassuring hoot and laid down. Alphys gave him a look.

"U-um... you're not... slipping too, are you?"

He gave her a weary shrug. "doing my best not to, but... we stick close, y'know?"

Alphys pursed her lips, but continued with her task. Papyrus was surprisingly patient despite his former concern, only fidgeting a little as she pasted the sensors onto his skull and sternum. He tried to scratch at them once--but Sans batted his hand down with a gruff rasp, and though Papyrus shot him an annoyed look, he settled down.

"Okay, they're all hooked up! I'm starting the test now--just, hang in there okay?"

Well before the minute was up, Papyrus got too fidgety again, and risked pulling away from the machine--but before Alphys could scold him, Sans started a game with him. He summoned a small bone just within the reach of Papyrus' neck, and Papyrus snapped at it--missing as Sans pulled it away at the last moment. Papyrus uttered a playful growl, his tail flicking before he lunged at the bone's new spot--and missed again. Sans evaded him a few more times before Papyrus caught the bone in his jaws and it fizzled out of existence. Sans summoned another bone, and the game began anew.

"Alright, that should be enough!" Alphys announced, and the two looked up--though Papyrus took the opportunity to catch the latest bone Sans had been taunting him with. "I think I can work with this--thank you so, so much you guys. I should have more info in a week or two... Are you really going to be okay?"

Sans shrugged. "we're going to undyne's after this, she'll get him to shape up. we'll see ya later, alph."

"O-oh, okay! Tell her I said hi," Alphys said, hoping she wasn't blushing as she peeled the last of the sensors off Papyrus. "With any luck, I'll be able to help you with a different kind of shape."

"heh, good one. ok bro, ready to see undyne?"

Papyrus warbled an affirmative, and with a click, and a blink, they were gone.

Alphys shook her head, and turned to begin analyzing her results. She still didn't get how Sans did that. Maybe there'd be something in the data.

There certainly was a lot of data to go through. Alphys had been building her hypothesis, but as she got deeper into the numbers, she realized there was more to it. She dug back into the abandoned lab's computers, hacked and reconfigured her way in, and scraped every last bit from the broken registries and hidden backups. She cheered when she found a nearly complete log charting the brothers' growth, only to feel sickened by Gaster's actions yet again as she read the suggestions on how to alter their physiology and diet to get better results--whatever that meant.

"Subject had human-derived willpower substance drawn today..." Alphys read, squinting. "Human derived... willpower substance? What does he mean by..."

A chill seized her. Surely it wasn't the same...? She scrambled back through the readouts she'd taken from the brothers, and cross referenced them. Oh. That would explain... why that part of the wavelengths had looked so odd. She sank back in her chair--it really was the same. Determination... Really, knowing the memoryheads hadn't been her doing, and the blueprints she'd found, she shouldn't be so surprised. Somehow, the brothers were stable--thank god. But, why...? Why add that to... a living weapon? Or a monster? She kept digging, trying to understand the man who'd created life just to use it as a tool.

But before she could make much progress or come to any conclusions, Undyne called her.

"Alphys, are you busy?" she said ugently, and Alphys dropped the stack of papers she'd collected.

"N-no, why?"

"It's Papyrus. We can't get him back."

Alphys froze, heart racing instantly. "...Wh-what? It wasn't too b-bad when he was here--what's going on?"

"It's," she started, frustration clear, "it's like he just keeps sliding, no matter what we do. Sans won't say anything but I can tell he's worried. We thought you might be able to tell us something..."

Alphys gave a shuddering breath. "I... It's too early, I haven't had a chance to analyze everything yet. I-I only have a guess as to why the brothers can change at all, not--not how to help them yet..."

Undyne grunted. "Okay, well, we'll help him as much as we can. Let us know as soon as you find something, okay? Please."

"I-I'm working as fast as I can. Just.. just tell them to hang in there, I should have something soon."

"Okay. Thank you, Alph."

She hung up, and Alphys was left staring ahead at her desk. It... was... probably okay? The brothers had been stuck in their feral states before, and both had snapped out of it eventually. It was the pattern--even if they stayed in the blaster form for a while, they'd get back to their true selves...

A pattern.

The idea seized her. Scrambling through the papers before her, she began compiling all the notes, charts, anything that was relevant. She hoped her hunch was wrong, dread coiled tight in her chest as she began running the numbers.

A week of nearly constant work later, and she had her results in hand.

Alphys stared at it, threw it aside to pace, then came back to it. This couldn't be right. But it explained... too much about the problems they'd had. She couldn't bear the thought of telling them... but she had to, didn't she? They deserved to know. But if she told them, wouldn't they hate her...? No, they might hate her more if she didn't say something, tell them that they...

She had to tell them.

"Th-thanks for coming," she uttered, trying not to let her voice shake as Undyne and the brothers entered her lab again. Papyrus balked at the doorway, and only scuttled in once Sans had plodded into the center of the room, proving it was safe. His gaze darted around his surroundings, and he chittered nervously. Alphys frowned. They really hadn't gotten him back, and today... she'd be telling them why.

"Uh, so, how's it going?" Undyne said, trying to lighten the mood with small talk as they gathered around a fold-out table. "You said you had something for us, right? Not gonna lie, I've been super excited for the results."

Alphys sighed, and Undyne's smile fell.

"Alph... what did you find?"

"I-I," she stammered, "I found... well... I found a lot. Not everything, but, enough to figure some things out. I was able to piece together what Gaster did to make the brothers the way they are, b-but... I also found something... that's... bad. And it has to do with why Papyrus isn't back to being himself... but I didn't find out any way to help you... I'm sorry."

"s'ok. you did your best," Sans said, his head laid on the table and eyes dim. What was happening now had clearly taken its toll.

Undyne grimaced. "Well, it's only been a little bit since you started working, right? Maybe you just haven't found the answer yet. But, I think you should tell us what you did find."

"Maybe," Alphys said, trying not to sound defeated. It was true she'd only had all the data for a little while, but... she wasn't sure it would matter. "I... I want to be more honest about my work, s-so... I'll tell you what I found, even though it's bad news... If... if you don't want to hear it, I don't blame you..."

Sans closed his eyes. "Papyrus... isn't going to understand it. So... you can say whatever."

"We're not gonna be mad or anything just because you did your job," Undyne reassured her. "Tell us what you found out."

Alphys grit her teeth, and turned to Sans. "S-so... I guess I'll start with why you guys are like this to begin with. The beginning's usually a good place to start, right? Ha ha... Anyway... I'll, um, try not to ramble but... I think the gist of it... is that, Gaster tried to make a living... bullet. You know how some monsters can cast attacks that, um, seem like their own entity, right? That sort of construct is uncommon, but not unheard of--but, they're not truly living things, they're attacks the same as any other. It seems like... Gaster wanted to take this idea further, and make attacks that could potentially think for themselves and last outside of battle a long time. All to hunt humans...

"He constructed some extremely advanced attacks--based on what I could find, he figured out their most intricate workings, even how to 'program' them with certain traits or behaviors--ones he learned hunting animals on the surface have. It looks like he spent years refining this technique. But... he still couldn't get them to last outside of battle like he wanted. The way he saw it... the next step was to add a little bit of soul energy. H-he, um, apparently didn't expect... that even a small amount would become a full soul. S-so... the soul formed inside this... programmed attack format.

"It was easiest for the magic to flow along these pre-constructed paths... but the soul... still contained the genetic format for a skeleton monster--a bipedal form with intelligence and skills beyond what Gaster had intended. So... without realizing it... he ended up with a sort of... hybrid, of his specialized attack, and a monster that, um... technically... was his... child."

"Gaster should count himself lucky he's erased, because if I got my hands on him..." Undyne growled, her fists clenched tightly, "he'd WISH he was."

"Y-yeah, seeing all this, I was furious too," Alphys breathed. "He... in what little I read, he just... talked like he was working with animals. M-maybe... he'd convinced himself that's all you were. B-but... so... that's... where your instincts, and ability to transform, come from. It was all him--he, unwittingly, gave your souls this ability by trying to fit them into another form."

"...huh," Sans uttered. "guess that does explain it... why we can do it, and why the instincts only come up when we're like this."

"So is there any way to like... turn it off?" Undyne said. "It's not really a part of them, so maybe--"

"I-it is, though" Alphys said, downcast. "It's as much a part of their soul as, I dunno, bone magic. A-and, turning it off, w-well... Gaster wanted to do the opposite, and take away their other form... He never actually succeeded, obviously, but... that... brings me to the bad news."

"Wh... What do you mean?"

Alphys heaved another sigh. "I didn't think anything of it at first. It just seemed like... like a coincidence, or maybe Gaster just wore you guys down over time, but... You've said it was easier to change back and forth when you were younger, right? And you just... did it less as time went on... B-but... well... with Papyrus being unable to get back from even a relatively mild slip with your guys' help... I got to thinking...

"Maybe... maybe there was actually a pattern to it. Th-that... as time has gone on... it really.... It really is getting harder for you guys to switch back and forth. Like... like the forms get more entrenched as time goes on, a-and, the longer you stay in them. S-so... I plotted all the times it mentioned you guys switching forms on a graph... a-and..."

She slid a pair of papers across the table for Sans and Undyne to study. Each was labeled with their names, and the points on the graphs plotted lines--but they looked more like waves, the crests and troughs of which increased in amplitude as time went on as their frequency decreased. A fainter line projected the waves' path into the future--and it went off the page.

"I-I... I think... W-well, the data suggests, that, if... if we can't get you guys changed back soon... you... you might... slip, and... not... not be able t-to break out of it... e-ever... ever again."

Sans' eyes blinked out. "... papyrus is going to be stuck like this forever?"

Alphys had never heard his voice break like that before. She could barely speak herself, but she couldn't leave things there. "I-I don't know, there's--there's still a chance we can bring him out of this. We just--we can't let it get too far, o-or... A-and I mean, I could be wrong! God, I hope I'm wrong... My d-data is probably pretty incomplete, I don't have much f-from, when you were younger or before all this... B-but, it's... It's a possibility, and, when you called and said you hadn't gotten him out of it, that's when I realized what might be going on, why you might not be able to change back like you did a long time ago... and, I... I'm so sorry..."

Undyne clenched her fists. "I... I really hate Gaster. ALL of this, ALL of your guys' suffering, is because of HIM, and hearing it might not be something you can escape? I WON'T accept that. Alphys, if I can help you, just tell me what to do--I'm NOT letting this guy take my friends away after he's already DEAD."

"we'll still be around," Sans uttered, voice subdued. "just won't be like we used to. i... i dunno what we'll do to live, but... h... hey, just... keep being nice to my bro, ok?"

"Sans, we're not giving up! I can't give up! I WON'T give up! I--" Undyne was interrupted as Papyrus, seeing her upset, had put his head against her arm and nuzzled it. She grimaced, and patted him with a hand as she continued. "I said it before, I'll say it as long as I need to. I won't rest until you guys are back the way you want to be. Alphys hasn't finished her research, so there might still be something we can do. For your brother's sake, don't you DARE slip, or give up, or let go. Okay?"

Sans looked up at her, beleaguered. "dunno... i was never good at fighting the inevitable..."

"Well it's not inevitable yet," Undyne stated firmly. "Alphys, if we get the bros changed back soon, what will happen?"

She thought. "I-it... it should mean it's their other forms--the regular skeleton monster form--that becomes dominant. A-at least, at least on this scale. I didn't plot ahead like... decades, s-so it's possible this doesn't show every outcome... B-but... the sooner we avert the current trend, the better..."

"so... how much time... before we're too far gone?" Sans murmured, and Alphys winced. Despite Undyne's words of encouragement, he was obviously doing pretty badly.

"I can't be sure--it, I think it depends on how much you keep exercising your mind, since that seems to be what's helped you break out of it. I'd... I'd keep trying with Papyrus too. I... I'm with Undyne on this one, I... I don't want to give up, even though it looks really bad... S-so, please... you can't give up, Sans. I know that's really hard for you, b-but... one of the other things I discovered, that I'm still researching is... that... You both have artificially elevated levels of Determination. I... I think that's something else he figured out--how to give Determination to monsters in a safe way. It might be another factor in why you haven't been able to change back, but... It might help keep you going, too."

Sans studied her for a while, then closed his eyes. "i dunno. all this... sounds like there was never anything we could do about it. the moment either of us changed this last time... our fate was sealed. i'm... i'm just so tired. all the work we've done to keep ourselves together... it didn't get us anywhere. i... i'll try to keep it together, for papyrus... i don't want to leave him hanging. but... it's been real hard. and if it's only going to get harder... i don't think i can keep it up for much longer."

Undyne reached over to pat his shoulder. "Look, we'll get through this. You just keep holding on to yourself, I'll help with Papyrus--done that before--and Alphys will keep looking for a solution. Monsters didn't get to where we are today by giving up, so you can't either."

"Yeah Sans, I promise I'll keep looking," Alphys stated--Undyne's will was bolstering her own. "Now that I have an idea of what's going on... maybe I can figure out how to undo it--not, not all the way. Like I said, this... this is a part of your soul. But... if we can figure out how you can change back, then, it should stay dormant for a long, long time. And, that's worth going after."

Sans opened his eyes, their lights returned as he studied them both, then looked to his brother, who had gotten bored and wandered off to bat a piece of crumpled paper across the floor. "i... to be honest? i dunno if i care how we end up. all i want is for papyrus to be happy. but... i guess... if i slip too, i dunno who's gonna take care of him. if i can't hold a job, we can't pay for a house, or good food, or... he couldn't do any of the stuff he really loves. i, uh, remember how it was when we lived in the forest, and... i don't want him living like that ever again. so... i guess i do have to keep it together, huh?"

Alphys smiled with relief. "Y-yeah, you do. I still have a lot of data to go through, s-so, nothing's decided yet, b-but... I figured you should know what might be happening, and... hopefully... do something about it. I know I'm going to try."

"Yeah, don't worry! We've got your backs, okay?" Undyne said, grinning widely. She wound up to slap him on the back, but he dodged out of the way.

"ok, don't make that literal," he said, sounding a little better as he squinted at her. "i, uh... won't make any promises. but... hey, maybe i should help with the research too. if there's anything good i inherited from gaster, it was his smarts. science stuff is still cool, despite him."

"I'm glad he didn't totally ruin it for you," Alphys replied, heart soaring as her own hopes returned. "I certainly could use the help, and it would help keep your mind sharp, s-so, if it's not too much for you... that might be good for both of us."

"heh... using gaster's own specialty against him? can't say i don't like the sound of that," Sans replied, something like spiteful glee shining in his eyes now. "yeah. count me in."

"Aw man, all of us working together!" Undyne cheered. "It'll be great!"

"Yeah... yeah, I think that'll be nice. I'm... I'm sorry I couldn't give you guys good news today, but... That's hardly the end of it," Alphys said. "We'll see where the data leads us, and go from there, and not give up until we're sure we've thought of everything. Until then... I'm not through with Gaster's work. He... he's dead... But I won't let him win!"

#Undertalethingem writes #bark at the moon fic #gaster blaster au #sans (undertale)#papyrus (undertale)#alphys (undertale)#Undyne (undertale)#aaaah finally! sorry it took so long to get this out but it's done now ^^#let me know if i need to tag anything??? i don't think there's anything obvious but #this is an angsty story with bad things happening so =u=;

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You forced this upon yourself😂 you forced this rambo simp.(and i dont mind)

Okay this may not be as good! But! Im giving you the liberty to take it where you want!(because i love your little details and how you express the feeling in your writing i- AH! Its great. I cant say it enough, it’s great. I mean it.)

How about Rambo finally getting enough courage to show The rancher around the tunnels, in a date sort of way!(they don’t know thats actually where he lives. Aka that photo i showed you before.) i really saw how the rancher was so happy to have him at their house, I’d love to see rambos side of scheduling a house tour and date type deal!! Maybe him even sitting and showing the rancher through all his old photos, and them just in awe because wow. He’s so much cooler than they even thought! He just so nervous and surprised seeing them so interested in him after all this time alone, and them just- in awe of him.

( i also really think it would be funny seeing rambo go through his friends house and seeing-“why the hell you have so many plants???” And just. Adorable assassin living with a wholesome and loving hardworking s/o)

Ah! Im sorry if that’s not as good!! But hey, you feel free to describe their antics and relationship as you will!!

I think I may have run a bit with this, but I hope you like it regardless!😊💛

I've Got Your Back, You've Got Mine.

John Rambo (Rambo IV/V) x reader

Warnings: mention of death, mention of war, mention of injury, mention of PTSD, mention of violence, (possible flash warning for gif?)

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The heavy knock on the door surprises me where I'm sitting, the sharp sound snapping me from my thoughts. Looking over at it from my position at the table, I frown and set down my spoon, standing to go answer, unsure of who it is: I'm not expecting anyone today. Colt looks up from his place on the floor, the dog just as curious as I am as to whom it may be, though he doesn't bark, so it must be someone we know. He watches me as I cross the room, going straight to the door.

Opening it, I'm somewhat surprised to see my neighbour, John, standing there, a tentative smile on his face as he looks me over appreciatively, his gaze drawing a blush to my face.

"Mornin' (Y/n)." He greets, rough voice friendly as he waits for me to let him in.

"Morning John." I smile back, delighted to see him, "What can I do for you?"

I step back, waiting for him to enter, which he does so with a nod of thanks.

"Since when have I needed a reason to see you?" The veteran chuckles, the sound reverberating within me, my brain subconsciously storing the action away for later recall. Gently, John moves into my space, one hand coming to lightly rest on my hips as the other cups my face, drawing me in for a slow kiss.

Kissing back, I feel a glow of happiness flare up in me at this contact: he's never really one to initiate touch like this, so it's a whole lot more intimate when he does. Relaxed, I loosely wrap my arms around his neck, languidly caressing his dark hair as our lips move together.

Being the killjoy he often loves to be, Colt pushes in between us, nosing at John's leg, tail wagging enthusiastically as he recognises the familiar man, the dog as fond of his company as I am. Chuckling, John and I pull apart, looking down at the large canine between us, the dark eyes staring up at us imploring us to pay attention to him. Still smiling, John lowers a hand to scratch Colt's head, ruffling his floppy ears a little as the dog instantly allows his mouth to hang open, tongue lolling in content.

"Hey, Colt." The veteran greets, biting back a laugh as the dog pushes me out of the way, nudging at John's stomach.

"He never gets that excited to see me." I complain jokingly, standing back to watch the two interact, a smile playing at my lips.

"Sure he does." John replies, eyes fixing on mine with an expression of fondness, one that had me weak at the knees.

"He really doesn't, he just sits in the corner and whines at me until I feed him. Isn't that right?" I address the dog himself, giving him a light slap on the rear, his ridiculous height meaning I can quite easily reach it, "Anyhow, did you need something? Or did you just come here to kiss me? I can't say I'll complain if that's the case."

Cheekily, I wink at the veteran, leaning back against a nearby counter.

"As nice as that sounds, it's not the reason I came by." He chuckles, blushing lightly, "Though that does sound good."

Grinning, I nod my agreement, only now taking in his body language: he's nervous. His hands fidget, rubbing his fingers over scars and lines on his palms, and he shifts from foot to foot every now and then, small tells he's never quite managed to hide from me.

"Is something up?" I ask him, slightly more serious this time, unnerved by his discomfort.

"No, no, not at all. I, err, well, I just wanted to ask you something." He rubs the back of his neck, head tilted to the side as he regards me, dark eyes fixed on mine.

"Ok, go for it." I prompt him, curiosity sparking my interest.

"Well, do you wanna come to mine? I mean properly, like in the house." John cocks his head to the side, lowering his arm again.

Blinking, I feel shock flood my system, before it turns to unbelievable happiness that he's trusting me enough to come into his private space. Initially, I can't find the right words, somehow struggling to respond, until I find my tongue again.

"I would love to, John." I agree, features lighting up as my mood brightens, "There's nothing I've really got to do today except train up one of the younger horses, so I've got as long as you want after that."

"Great. Is four o'clock alright?" The veteran smiles broadly, though he still looks somewhat nervous.

"Yeah, should be. I'll be there." I promise him, taking up my Stetson from the table as I briefly turn away to put away the plate I was using, having lost my appetite in my sudden excitement.

"I'll get it tidy." He says, looking around the room again, "I'll never understand why you have so many plants in your house. It's like a damn jungle."

At his comment, I laugh loudly, glancing around at the variety of different houseplants I have placed on various shelves, the greenery practically covering every available surface.

"Because it's way too dry to grow anything like this outside all the time. Anyway, they look nice." I shrug, calling Colt to my side as I follow John from the house, grabbing my jacket from the hook as I pass.

"But why so many?"

Once again, I shrug, following him over to a nearby post, where he's hitched Bandit, the horse I gave him a few months ago. The buckskin stallion paws at the ground, his pale coat looking as clean as ever even as he noses at the dust, the dark colouring around his eyes (the reason for his name) and legs standing out much more in the bright sun. As we approach, he looks up, snorting in greeting.

"He's looking good." I acknowledge, admiring the strong stallion appreciatively - I had reared Bandit from a foal, before I had given him to the veteran as a gift four months ago, hoping it will help him to grow his own ranch. My plan had worked, and John now has four horses, including Bandit, as well as a couple of other animals, such as a cow, a pig and five chickens. I'd sold him a couple of goats as well, but we soon found out that John and goats just didn't get along. At all.

"Yeah, he's doing well, too. Takes the training very well, too." John runs a hand through the stallion's dark mane, untying the reins.

"That's good. Reckon he'll be ready for a competition soon?"

"Should be."

Snorting again, Bandit pulls at the reins, clearly eager to get going, especially as Colt moves up to sniff at the horse's back legs. I quickly whistle him over, knowing Bandit has always been shifty around the dog.

"I'll see you at four then." I finally say, unwilling to say goodbye, even if it is only for a few hours.

"Yeah, see you then." John smiles, leaning in to kiss me again, keeping it brief this time, leaving me wishing for more, as he always does.

"See ya." I grin, watching him climb into the saddle, still somehow fluid in doing so despite his age.

Gathering the reins in hand, John adjusts himself in the saddle, before he smiles down at me again as he gently urges Bandit into motion. Obediently, the stallion moves into a swift trot, which turns into a faster canter as the two move off down the driveway, heading towards the split in the fence separating our land. I watch as they go, still finding myself enraptured by the sight of the muscular man sat astride the horse, Colt eventually snapping me from my mind as he barks at me. Shaking my head, I follow him towards the stable.

Hours later, having showered and cleaned up, I feel a sense of relief go through me as I hoist myself into the saddle secured into place on Leo's back. It's relaxing, the stallion beneath me more relaxed than the youngster I've been trying to train all day: she never gave me a break. Seemingly sensing this, as he always does, Leo flicks his ears back and nickers softly, very lightly pawing the ground as I give him a pat on the neck, glad to have a more reliable horse taking me where I need to be.

Tilting back my Stetson, I take the reins in hand and ease the stallion into a trot, intending to let him pick up his own pace, my trust in this horse far greater than in the mare from before. Obediently, Leo moves into the correct gait, the two of us moving as if as one, years of riding together having made it easy for us to become in tune with each other. Together, we start off down the road towards John's ranch, the new path we've created beaten and well-used, allowing for relatively easy riding. Leo's hooves pound the dry ground rhythmically, my hips moving in time with his every stride, the relaxing movement helping to calm the nerves that have sprung up inside me.

A part of me is still unconvinced about going into John's home. Yes, I had helped him rebuild it and had seen very little of the inside rooms, but it still feels as if I'm intruding upon the veteran's safe space, his reprieve from the cruelty of the world he lives in. Something about that doesn't sit right with me, but I tell myself it's John's decision to make, not mine, so I should trust him, which I do, wholeheartedly.

I'm still torn by the time I reach the main house, where John is already sat waiting for me in his rocking chair, dark eyes fixed on me as I approach. Lifting a hand to him, I smile and slow Leo to a halt, praising the horse as I climb down, the gray stallion nosing affectionately at me. Swiftly, I tie him to a nearby post, only to stop when John calls out to me.

"Put him in the stable for the night." He instructs me, gesturing for me to follow him as I try to fight back the sudden onslaught of racing thoughts at his implications: he wants me to stay the night?

"Sure, thanks." I smile back at him, walking after him with Leo in tow.

"Don't worry about it. It's not fair on him if he has to stay out all night." John waves me off with a short grin, "How'd training go?"

I groan.

"Not great. That horse has it in for me, I swear." I complain, rubbing at my arm, remembering the moment I got the new bruise forming there.

"Oh yeah?" He muses, looking amused.

"Yeah. She threw me off eight times!"

"Eight times? Wow, must be a new record." The veteran jokes, something that stirs up the familiar fondness inside me at his more personable behaviour.

"I reckon so. Painful one to set, though, I'll tell you." I remark, smiling broadly as we enter the stable, where I quickly house Leo next to Bandit, removing his tack and other gear.

"Must be." John watches me work, leaning against the door to the large building, muscular arms crossed over an equally muscular chest. Turning back to him, I have to stop and admire the bulging of his biceps as his hands grip his forearms, the veins I've come to love laying out a pattern on the tanned limbs. Everytime I see them, I imagine his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me safe and secure against his solid body, wishing I could feel his hands splayed against me more often.

"Like what you see?" John interrupts my thoughts, voice teasing as he lifts an eyebrow at me, almost smirking at me.

Blushing furiously, I avert my gaze, lifting a hand to gently tap the brim of my Stetson out of my vision.

"You know I do." I laugh nervously, before I look back up at him, "Anyway, since when do you use pickup lines?"

"Since I figured out they get you all flustered." His playful tone is new to me, though it's gone almost as soon as I see it, his guarded expression falling back into place as he returns within himself, probably thinking he overstepped some invisible boundary.

I still can't help stammering for a response, his gruff tone awakening something within me.

"Heh, I guess you're right." I stutter, going over to him.

Nodding, he keeps his expression straight, leading me out back to the house, where he quickly welcomes me inside.

"I tried to tidy it as much as possible, but it's still a bit messy." The veteran apologises, observing the interior of his home critically, even as I do so in awe.

The rooms, from what I can see, are mostly filled with sparse furniture, a few chairs here and there, an old sofa, a couple of vanities and dressers, with a mantlepiece in most, if not all, of them. He hasn't used much colour, but what he has used is tasteful and works well with the overall appearance. The walls, however, are what really draw me into the place.

They are littered with photographs and memorabilia, frames and objects cleaned and polished so they shine brightly in the afternoon sun, many smiling faces visible in them. Curious, I go over to one wall, looking over the array of pictures, which I now recognise to be images of John and his friends from the years he spent here. Amongst them is a creased black and white photo of a young John sat astride a horse not unlike Bandit, a broad grin on the boy's face as he stares at the camera from under a mop of thick black hair. I can feel a small smile creep onto my face at the sight of the veteran looking so happy and carefree, something I've not seen very much of at all in my time around him.

"That was my first horse, Hector. I had him until I left for the army." John says from behind me, sounding somewhat quiet, eyes softened from nostalgia as he stares at the picture along with me, "I loved him a lot, but my father always said he wasn't good enough."

His words hang in the air as I stay speechless, listening intently to what he's saying to me: it's the first I'm hearing about his life before he came here again.

"What happened to him? Hector, I mean." I ask him quietly, tearing my eyes away to look up at John.

The veteran shrugs, appearing somewhat remorseful.

"I'll never know, but I reckon my father sold him as soon as I was gone."

"Oh." I frown, glancing back at the photograph.

"The horse was getting old by that time, though. He probably wasn't much use." John chuckles wryly, moving away towards the stairs nearby, "Do you want to see upstairs?"

"Yeah, sure." I nod, following him as he ascends to the second floor, which I now see consists of three different rooms.

He takes me to the farthest, opening the door to reveal an old study, which looks as if it hasn't been used in a good few years.

"This was my father's study, where he did all his business. I was never allowed in here as a kid." John sweeps his arm around the room, staying by the threshold, as if abiding by a rule that no longer exists, "Not that I go in here that much as an adult."

I look around, finding the neat area interesting: images of a young John hovering by the door, waiting for his father to finish business entering my head.

"It's nice, I like it." I remark, turning to find him smiling very slightly at me.

"It's the only room in the house that's exactly as it used to be. I haven't had time to do up the others properly." John says, leaving the study and going back down the hall, where he opens the other two doors to reveal a bathroom and an empty room.

A dull curiosity flares up within me as I realise one thing about the top floor, but I easily find a solution to it, following John back down the stairs. As we go, however, I realise that my assumption is wrong, as the only other rooms down here are missing the one thing I'd expect in any house.

"Where do you sleep? I haven't seen a bed or anything anywhere." I ask him, cocking my head to the side as he takes me to one final door.

"I'm gonna show you." He smiles at me, before he opens the door.

I blink as I see the dark steps descending into the ground, unease biting at my throat as I flash John a hesitant look. A cool draft wafts up from the black depth, but John only chuckles and moves down into the space below, gesturing for me to follow.

"It's perfectly safe, don't worry." He calls to me, a light flickering on as he reaches the bottom of the steps, illuminating the path to me.

Swallowing, I gingerly step down the stairs, emerging into a tunnel of sorts, my curiosity piqued as I take in the chiselled walls around me, the rock cast in an odd light from the naked bulbs positioned along the length of the cavern. Struts of wood hold the ceiling steady, wiring hanging off of them in places where he's had to hastily put it all together. John watches as I take in the passage, a thoughtful look in place on his face.

"What is this place?" I wonder aloud, still taken aback by the oddity of having a tunnel beneath the house that stretches off in both directions.

"This is my safe space." The veteran informs me, urging me along with him as we go further into the tunnel, walking together for a minute before we emerge out into a larger room of sorts, which is well lit.

My eyes widen as I realise exactly what he means.

The room acts as his bedroom and bathroom, and also has space to sit and relax, the whole area having a homely feel to it. What was missing in the rooms in the house can be found down here, including more photographs, though these ones seem different to the others. They adorn the walls, all except one, which is decorated with a variety of weapons, both guns and knives. Going over to it, I look over the rifles and shotguns hooked onto the wall, struck speechless as I then turn my attention to a machete, the blade honed but chipped from use, seemingly out of place as it hangs beside another, smaller hunting knife.

Moving on, I regard the photographs, only now realising that they're military pictures, many of them containing images of a youthful John in fatigues and uniform. A smile creeps back onto my lips as I feel my eyes land on a particular image of a group of men, where I can see John standing amongst them, a triumphant grin on his face, long locks of dark hair held back by a strip of fabric around his head. The others also smile, though there's something bittersweet about the inscription at the corner of the photo: Baker Team, Vietnam. As I look past the other pictures, I notice that the team slowly dwindles, beaming faces becoming drawn and solemn, eventually just leaving two people behind. Beneath this image is another inscription: Baker Team Survivors.

"That was my team in 'Nam." John says suddenly, voice husky as he remembers the friends he had, "None of them made it back. Not really."

Eyes wide, I look back at him, taking in the distant look in his own eyes, the barely concealed grief still raw in his expression as he stares at the photographs. Noticing my gaze, John gestures for me to come sit on the edge of his bed with him, the veteran pulling another photograph from it's place on his bedside table. Doing so, I make sure I'm not touching him, but am close enough to reassure him, waiting patiently for him to start talking of his own accord, knowing that this is a sensitive subject for him.

After a moment, he starts, his voice low as he pulls me into his stories, taking me through suffocating jungles and blistering heats, through recon and rescue missions, through bloody gunfights and hellfire, through hours spent in torturous situations. He puts me in his shoes as he loses every single member of his team to the gruesome fight he should never have fought, the harrowing grief and pain of letting go of a comrade, someone who's supposed to be by your side for as long as the two of you can stay alive, laid bare for me to see and experience. And even as he moves on, back to familiar territory in the States, the fight never leaves him.

Facing harassment in what should be his safety and security, I can feel every bit of betrayal, of anger and grief that he felt as he is let down by his own country time after time, used again and again by the authorities to do their dirty work, only to be cast aside when it doesn't go their way, the old catchphrase he once lived by, "I've got your back, you've got mine" completely meaningless in this hollow life. His disgust in humanity is plain to me as he outlines his most recent forays into warfare, where the rage he felt is once again transferred to me, and I experience the violent need to take out the parasites in the world that destroy anything good that he did. It's as if I'm there with him, through everything, his description and memories so vivid they chill me to the core, keeping me hooked on his every word.

After a long while, he eventually trails off, and I realise there's a tear rolling down his cheek, his body shaking a little as he holds himself back. My heart breaking, I have to fight the urge to reach out and pull him into an embrace, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. I place my hand on his shoulder instead, rubbing the tight muscles soothingly until he looks up at me with the most heart-rending gaze I've ever seen in my life. At that point, my resolve breaks.

Carefully, I lean in and wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling the veteran towards me. He goes willingly, sobs wracking his body as he wraps his own hands around me, burying his face into my neck, tears flowing freely now as he lets himself go, each pained sound agonising to hear. Tightening my grip, I lay back onto the bed, allowing him to press his body around me, holding me against his muscular form as I rub his back, whispering soothing things to him as his breathing starts to calm a little. It takes time, but eventually he starts to relax, body going limp as he lays in my arms, his larger form awkwardly wrapped around mine as he depresses his face into the crook of my neck.

I barely hear his broken voice as he whispers to me.

"Thank you."

Breathing in his familiar scent, I just mould myself closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead as he does the same to my neck.

"I'm here for you, John. I'm here, and I'll never leave. Not as long as I live, I promise."

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