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nethhiri · 5 months ago

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Marooned: Chapter 46

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: 1% plot, aphrodisiac use, no holes barred, group sex/orgy, lite kink (bit of shibari, bit of breeding, degradation, praise, domination), sex workers

I'm pretty proud that I could write this much smut; sorry it took so long!

Doing Business

Kid was getting impatient. A minute ago he had half a dozen women fawning over him and now he had just one. Don't get him wrong, she was super hot. But why did the rest all run off to Y/N? It seemed the rest of the crew was dealing with the same problem, though none of them seemed to mind. One pretty lady in their lap at a time was enough to keep them occupied. If he was gonna pay good money, he wanted the full experience. He was soon distracted by barely contained tits in his face as the woman hand-fed him. Kid had told the madame that he wanted to be treated like the Pirate King, after all, he would be in due time.

You were ushered into one of the back rooms by what felt like hundreds of hands and excited giggles. The woman you knew as Jade held your hands in hers seated across from each other on luxurious stools. She kissed both of your cheeks and had tear streaks down her own even though she was clearly happy. You were honestly surprised at yourself for remembering her name. Your paths crossed very briefly when you had attacked the ship her and some other women were being held captive on. There wasn't supposed to be any 'merchandise' on the ship, but they had failed to offload the cargo when they didn't get a fair offer from the skin trader. The only one that was inadvertently hurt was Jade. Her hip had been crushed by falling debris and you had to carry her off the ship. You had done your best to set it but there wasn't much you could do for her. At the next safe island, you had made sure they had a place to stay for a few nights and helped them as much as you could before setting off.

"I knew you weren't gone! They kept saying you were dead but I didn't believe it for a second." Jade gestured at the rest of the girls who were knelt down or standing near you. "These are some of the other women you've set free, either the same night as me or from different places. They all seem to find me somehow."

"I was gone for some time, just stranded on an island. The pirates I came here with rescued me." You left out the bit where you tried to kill each other. "I don't understand. Why are you all still doing... this? I thought you would all return home or find work that you actually enjoy."

Jade laughed. "Yeah we get that a lot. It's different. We work for ourselves now. Some of us did this sort of thing before we were captured and some of us were taken so young we don't have any other marketable skills." Jade paused. "We can choose our own clients and we can turn anyone we want down. And what's not to like, especially when clients look like your pals out there. We're completely free to make our own decisions. Thanks to you."

"Any decent person would do the same thing. There's a lack of decent people in the world is all."

"So if you're with them," she gestured in your crewmate's direction, "have you stopped the whole Sea Snake thing?"

"Course not." Seeing these women made you more resolute in your personal mission.

Jade smiled. "Good."

A thought occurred to you. You could help Jade more than you had those some odd years ago now that you had a Devil Fruit. "Hey. I have some new abilities. Would you like it if I fixed your hip? Correctly this time."

She happily accepted and made a few more requests on behalf of her girls when you explained your power. When you were done, Jade no longer limped, and her and her girls were free of the slave marks that marred their skin. You had also noticed that a few of the girls had matching tattoos.

"What with the snake tattoos?"

"Oh! You didn't make the connection?" According to Jade, they were in honor of you, just as the club itself was, hence the name and the entrance decor.

It was a bit embarrassing. You didn't feel like you were special enough to be praised in this manner. You did what was right.

Jade stretched her newly healed leg and walked around on it. "This is incredible. I haven't walked without pain in so long." You winced knowing that it was your fault. She must have noticed. "Please don't feel bad. A little wince is better than being traded like meat." A smug grin crept across Jade's face. "I haven't been able to be on top in ages." She turned to you. "Say, which one of your comrades wouldn't mind giving this hip a test drive?"

"Probably any of them, but if you want to be on top, probably the masked blonde one or the gray-blue-haired one. Sorry, I forgot you knew their names, Killer or Heat."

She nodded. "Girls, treat Y/N to some relaxation." She pointed to a few other girls. "You come with me. You've kept our guests waiting long enough."

You were whisked away yet again to another chamber, this time with a bath. The girls stripped you down and languidly lathered you up, taking their time, not allowing you to lift a finger. All you had to do was lay back and relax. Their touch was gentle, every now and then their fingers grazed are sensitive areas seemingly by accident, but it was all part of the experience. They put you in a silk robe and led you into a chamber with a large bed. The light was low, lit only by hundreds of candles. The scent was foreign to you, yet very pleasant. You already felt relaxed from the warm bath. Next, each girl was stationed at a different part of you, rubbing massage oil into your skin with skilled hands. An interesting shot was offered to you in a small glass, a special tincture to help you relax. You let your head fall back as they worked every muscle with increasing pressure. There was even someone at your head massaging your scalp. You felt someone put something soft over your closed eyes. What they neglected to let you in on was that this was the aphrodisiac room, where everything was carefully crafted to heighten and entice your senses, the candles, the massage oil, the food, even the material of the sheets. You hadn't begun to feel the effects yet, currently feeling like you were melting into the bed itself.

Elsewhere, Wire was allowing himself to give up control, being patient as his body was contorted and bound by silk rope. Every knot made his dick twitch. The girls were more than happy to stroke him or give him a kitten lick as a tease. When they were satisfied that he was begging hard enough, they would allow him a release. However, currently, they were keen on touching each other in front of him, not allowing him any touch or taste. Blood rushed to his cock, making it stand at full attention. It was harder than he knew for the girls to resist touching such an impressive member. His usual self would want them in his position, he would want them to beg. He rarely allowed himself the opportunity to play the other role. Any movement of his hips or flex of his muscles made the ropes dig harder into his skin.

"His cock is so desperate for us. Look at it weeping." One of the girls blew air across it, making Wire shiver. "You want us to touch it so badly don't you. What kind of pathetic man would grovel to two whores?"

He clenched his teeth to stifle a whine. Wire's cock ached from the absence of touch. He watched as the girls took turns tasting each other, cumin on each others' tongues. One of the girls took her own slick and wiped it down his shaft in one stroke. He let the groan out this time. More pre-cum leaked from him. He was in a kneeling position on the bed with his thighs spread apart. Another of the girls backed her cunt up to him without touching him. He could feel the warmth though, and he hissed as the ropes dug into him again, instinctively trying to rut against her. The other girl dove her fingers into her partner, demonstrating her wetness by eliciting squelches from her pussy. She removed her fingers and held her open so Wire could get a good look at the glistening pink walls.

"Please. Touch me. Use me to get off." Wire gave in. "I-I want to be..."

"What do you want?"

"I want to be your sex toy."

It would have been embarrassing how quickly he came when he was finally sheathed within one of them, but he didn't care because it felt so good and because he was hard again soon after.

In the next room, Heat was sticky. One after the other, girls took turns riding his face. Heat loved eating pussy, so it was no wonder what he wanted to do with his time. his face was coated in the various combined juices of his partners. He licked his lips and groaned. The sweet, metallic taste of pussy clung to his tongue. He had cum a few times without his cock even being touched, gooey white stripes were scattered on his belly. Using it as a lubricant, one of the girls ground her center against his abdomen. Another was riding his thigh. Heat was a giver. He got off on getting other people off. He loved watching the pleasure take over another's features while they used him. He loved feeling the wetness against his skin or his tongue.

Usually, he enjoyed being degraded. Today, however, he was being praised, and by the Madame herself, who had joined in late. He was being such a good boy for them, letting them use him however they pleased. They praised his tongue for how perfectly it lapped up their juices. They praised his lips and how they expertly worked their clits. His thighs were so muscular and fit to be ridden. His hands were rough and wonderfully calloused in a way that felt exquisite against their skin, brushing against their nipples and squeezing their breasts. They saved his cock for last, the Madame stood on the balls of her feet, guiding herself up and down his shaft, while another girl stifled his moans with her cunt. They rode him like a tandem bike until he couldn't last any longer.

Killer was enjoying himself down the hall. He had wanted to try this with you and Kid sometime, but hadn't gotten around to it, though he was pretty sure you would both be into it. He was balls deep in one of the girls, while the other was balls deep in him, with a strap-on of course. He could have cum several times by now, though he stopped himself from getting too close. He had the first girl's knees next to her ears, bending her in half. She hadn't stopped wailing since he started. These kinds of days were a dream, the ones where the girls thought they should be the ones paying for a service for how good they were getting fucked.

Killer's hips stuttered as he got close again. The feeling of getting fucked himself was almost too much. He was feeling pleasure from both sides as the girl behind him, rammed into his sweet spot. He had to stop. He didn't want to finish yet. Killer was used to being the giver, today, he wanted to be selfish. He wanted to be the one cumming over and over again. He let go of his self-control, pumping straight through his orgasm, allowing himself to cum. He let out a guttural moan as he was fucked from behind until he saw stars, spilling his seed until it leaked from around where his cock was buried.

They allowed him no rest as he was pushed onto his back. The girl with the strap puled out during the rearrangement, and slowly pushed the silicone cock back into Killer, causing another small spurt of cum to leak from his tip. Her hand smeared it down his cock as she started pumping it back to life. He wanted to cum over and over again and that's exactly what he was going to get.

Kid, ever the problem child, grew more and more frustrated. He had several girls to accompany him, at the moment two were taking turns sucking his cock. It had been half-hard the entire time. He hadn't even drank that much, so what gives? He demanded more girls, with little improvement. He was being pampered with any number of techniques. Some nipple play here, some asshole teasing there, and still his cock refused to stand tall. It wasn't the girls. They were all quite stunning, each in her own unique way. He knew why it was like this, and couldn't admit it to himself.

Only when he let his eyes close, and pretend that it was you who was touching him, did his erection grow. He had to pretend it was your tight cunt wrapped around his cock when one of the girls was riding him. He had to pretend it was you who was stroking him or touching him. He had to pretend it was you when he fucked them. And he had to pretend it was you to cum. But it wasn't satisfying. He had to have the real thing.

Kid begrudgingly got up. He tugged his pants on but left everything else on the floor. He walked in the direction that your collar alerted him to, pausing briefly to listen in to the other rooms. Everyone else could enjoy themselves freely. Why couldn't he? It wasn't fair. This was something completely new to him. Never had he been like this. He nearly bowled over the Madame, who had slipped into the hallway.

"Something wrong? Were my girls not satisfactory?"

"Nah. They were fine."

She studied his face. "But they weren't what you wanted, or rather, who you wanted, were they?" She had seen it enough times to know.

Kid frowned.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Kid frowned even more.

"Have you told her how you feel?"

"And say what?!" This was so stupid. Talking about this in a whorehouse with the head whore. "That I haven't been able to get her dumb face out of my head since I first saw her? That she's so fucking annoying she makes my stomach hurt? That she makes me insane when she does stupid shit that might kill her? Those aren't feelings!" Kid released a breath. It felt good to say something out loud. He hoped no one had heard it though.

"You're right. Those aren't feelings." She held up one finger. "It's one feeling."

"That's not-! I don't-!" Kid stepped past her. "Where's Y/N?" Kid turned and growled. "UNRELATED!"

"Very end of the hallway." The Madame smiled a knowing smile. How lucky you were to have someone so passionate. She walked to the back room, where the girls hung out or recovered and freshened up. She walked through to another back room filled with tools and props. Someone had left out the ingredients for their infamous Snake Venom shot, a powerful aphrodisiac, except there was a lot less of the active ingredient left in the bottle than there should have been. Whoever mixed it must have not been paying attention and doubled the amount. It was perfectly safe to ingest, but it was no wonder you hadn't come out of the back room yet. It was going to take a while for the effects to wear off.

Kid huffed and stomped down the hallway, stopping at the end. He pressed his ear against the door. There was a lot of whimpering and whining behind it, maybe even... crying? It was enough for Kid to step in. Whatever scene lay in front of him, he could never have conjured in his head. You were lying across dark sheets with a silk robe falling off your body, which was bare underneath. He could see that your skin was coated in sweat and your entire body was trembling. There was a blindfold over your eyes and the girls surrounding you were teasing you with feathers or ice cubes against your sensitive skin. There were soft, loose restraints holding your wrists and ankles to keep you from flailing too much. Your thighs rubbed against each other as much as the restraints allowed and your back arched off the bed with frustration. The girls didn't give into your pleads to be touched, hence the tear streaked cheeks that Kid could see from the doorway.

"Please. I want- I want-"

"What is it?" One of the girls giggled.

"G-gimme my boys." You panted. "They'll h-help m-me."

"What a coincidence. One of your boys just walked in."

Kid felt himself be pushed towards you, the door slamming behind him. He was pushed until his knees touched the edge of the bed, amber eyes devouring your erotic form. A girl took his hand and spread it on your thigh. The rough skin of his palm elicited a moan that went straight to his groin. A moan like that just from one small touch? His eyes drifted to the sheets below you and how soaked they were. What was going on with you that you had clearly been cumming for a while and still acted as if you hadn't been touched at all?

You couldn't see anything but there was a faint smell of weld smoke and oil. "Kid?" Judging from the feel of his hand, it was definitely Kid. He had the roughest palm since he only had the one to work with. You heard the jingle and felt the tug of your collar. "Kid!" Your wrists were held back from trying to grab him. "Oh fuck please, Kid. Please." You couldn't articulate anything past that. In the time that you had been in this room, something happened to you. The part of your brain that controlled lust was uninhibited, running rampant. The thing about sex with strangers is that it didn't matter how they perceived you because you would never see them again. When you were with one of your crewmates, part of you was preoccupied with keeping up your prideful, tough girl front. But now, you couldn't give any less of a shit how Kid saw you. You felt like you would combust if you didn't cum soon. Whatever they had given you made it impossible to be satisfied. Even when they made you cum over and over again without ever touching any of your erogenous zones, it wasn't enough. You needed to get fucked and you needed it now.

A chuckle rumbled in his throat. You were so cute begging without any pride holding you back. It was raw lust controlling you. "Don't ya worry, doll. Yer captain will take care of ya."

You whined at his promising words, toes curling in anticipation. A breath was shakily sucked through your teeth as you felt his hand slide up your thigh to the silk tie that was still around your middle and untie it. His hand was splayed over your stomach and dragged up to your throat, pausing to squeeze before continuing to cup your cheek. You turned your head, chasing his thumb with your mouth. He let you suck on his thumb before switching it with his index and middle fingers. You swiped your tongue against them and your cheeks were hollow as you sucked your saliva off them. Kid pressed them further past your lips until you gagged.

Kid took your saliva and used it to pump himself, not that he really needed to since he had been rock hard the second he stepped in the room. He got on top of you and seemed to change his mind about what he was going to do, turning around so that his cock loomed over your face. He positioned it against your lips and you opened wide. Kid's girth was hard to take. He moved slowly at first so you could get used to the feeling, at the same time bending down to lick a stripe down your cunt, tasting all the times you'd cum without him. There was a vibration around his cock as you moaned.

You didn't even care that Kid tasted like another woman's pussy, or that he was fucking your face, one of your least favorite things to do, especially with him because his cock was suffocatingly big. All you cared about was getting to your climax. More tears fell from your eyes and saliva leaked from the corners of your mouth as Kid moved faster. You were hardly aware of yourself gagging on him because a few strokes of his tongue were sending you to the moon. You felt the brush of teeth against your clit and that was your undoing. His cock muffled your cry of release. The restraints tugged against your skin as your body attempted to contort. Your muscles were beginning to get sore with the amount of times they had clenched during your orgasms. Without warning, salty, thick cum poured down your throat.

"Oh fuck!" Kid came much faster than he thought. He got off on how only a few of his touches turned you into a writhing mess. He took his cock from your mouth and watched you cough, choking on his seed. "What's wrong, doll? Couldn't take it?" He turned around to wipe the cum from the edges of your mouth and stuff those fingers back between your lips so you could clean them off.

"Need more." Your back arched off the bed again. You hadn't stopped moving, trying to gain more friction between your legs. "Captain, fuck my pussy please," you begged. "Touch me."

Kid was definitely going to ask for a to go sample of whatever they gave you. He trailed his fingers from your mouth to the apex of your slit, where he rubbed in slow, lazy circles. He could already feel you trembling against his touch. "What if I want yer ass?"

You shivered and groaned. "Take whatever you want. Just m-make me cum some more." It was confusing to want to stop cumming because it was beginning to exhaust you, yet still crave the release. You couldn't see because of the blindfold, but you could tell Kid was grinning by the inflection of his voice.

The girls who were in the room had mostly dissipated, though a few were still left in case anyone needed anything, or wanted them to jump back in. Kid asked one of them for lube. He spread a decent amount on his fingers.

You could hear some adjusting of position and feel the weight shift on the bed. There was a wet squelch of lube being squirted from the bottle. Then a cool sensation of the liquid touching your asshole. You bit your lip as Kid slipped his index finger in easily. He pushed in and out a few times before adding his middle finger. With that came a mild burning with the stretch. The third finger was when you started to squirm. It danced the line between pleasure and pain. There was another cold sensation as Kid pressed his metal thumb to your bud. A low vibration was added with the fourth finger to ease the painful stretch.

By this time, Kid was fully hard again. He removed his hand from your ass and transferred the lubricant to his cock, adding more as well. He admired the small gape before pushing his cock in. Even with four fingers, there was still some stretching to be done.

The feeling of being entered made your pussy clench around nothing. You were full and yet empty at the same time. You felt Kid release the restraints on your ankles and you greedily wrapped your legs around him, pushing against his ass to make him move.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you against his own until he bottomed out. Fuck, he loved seeing your hole stuffed, and he loved being stuffed in it. He loved seeing how open and pink and wet your greedy pussy was, just begging for another cock. For now, his finger would have to do.

You groaned when you felt him press his metal finger against your entrance. He couldn't go past the joint for safety reasons, but the cold sensation and something to grip against was good enough. He moved his finger and his hips at the same time, building that release yet again in the pit of your belly. You were getting closer with every movement, even if it wasn't a full thrust. Kid removed his finger and focused on pounding into you, sensing that you want more.

"F-fuck. K-keep go-nghhh." You threw your head back and came hard on his cock.

Kid couldn't resist letting himself cum again. Your ass was so tight around him, and like a vice when you came. The way you were slowly coming undone turned him on. You didn't want to stop and neither did he until you were fucked silly and stupid. Even now, right after you had cum, you were already grinding on his softening cock, still in your ass.

"Girlie, stop squirmin' or I'm gonna get Wire to tie ya up."

"Oh fuck yes. Please."

Kid was very much used to you resisting everything he said and was taken aback.

"Tell him to gimme that monster cock, too."

Kid untied the rest of your restraints and flipped you over his lap, giving your ass a hard spank. "Mine ain't good enough?"

Thoughts were difficult to form when every word and every touch went straight to the nerves connected to your cunt. "I n-need more."

Kid spread your cheeks to watch his cum leak from your stretched hole. "Little slut wants all her holes filled." Kid saw your pussy clench.

You nodded. Getting fucked by all of them at once would fix you, probably.

Kid beckoned one of the girls to fetch Wire and another to get rope. He would get the others when the time came, but he figured Wire might have some fun with you first. The tall man walked through the door a few minutes later, looking bewildered, glancing between you and Kid. Then a dark grin appeared on his face. There was noticeable rope burn in symmetric lines across his body that Kid didn't comment on.

"Look what we have here." He liked what he saw. You looked like a bitch in heat, melted across Kid's lap and literally begging to get fucked.

"She won't keep her ass still." He nodded to the various ropes that were piled on the bed. "Ya know I'm not patient enough for that shit."

Wire was all too eager to grab you from Kid's lap and throw you on the bed, facedown. He had wanted to bind and gag you since you came on board, mostly for practical reasons. He grabbed both of your hands and placed them behind your back, starting from there, he tied your forearms together horizontally. He wanted to create a harness around you so they could manhandle you however they liked by grabbing it.

You felt your arms become more and more immobilized as Wire tied you up. The large man had his knee on your back, firmly keeping you in place. The pressure pressed your pelvis into the sheets and if you wiggled your hips you could achieve som friction. You moaned as Wire pressed you down harder. Wire slapped your ass, making you stop. When the sting wore off, you couldn't help but do it again, earning another smack. The cycle repeated enough that by the time Wire had finished, your ass was full of bright red handprints.

Wire flipped you over again so you were face up. "You're being a brat."

Still blindfolded, you could tell where Wire was based on the way the bed shifted. You stretched your foot out to find Wire's cock, rubbing the underside with the sole of your foot, lightly pressing it to his abdomen. "Give it to me," you whined. You pulled your ankles up to the back of your thighs and let your knees fall open.

"Needy little brat. You're dripping for me. Tell me how badly you want it." Wire loomed over you, bringing his fingers to your entrance, touching you so lightly you wouldn't be able to feel it normally.

"Wire, please. I h-have to have it. I h-have to c-cum on it." Your hips bucked against his fingertips.

"Will you be a good fuck toy and take everything I give you?"

You nodded vigorously. "I'll do whatever you w-want."

"Don't cum until I say you can. Understand?"

You nodded again, legs shaking with need as he pressed his fingers into you. He worked you open to make sure you could handle him. You didn't know if you could actually keep yourself from finishing in this state, so you hoped he would go easy on you. He withdrew his fingers, satisfied. The continuous orgasms helped you stay wet and ready. Wire pressed the tip of his cock into you. You held your breath, trying not to cum just from that. He couldn't sheath his entire cock into you due to its length, but you took more of him than he thought you could.

Kid stroked himself at a lazy pace watching the scene before him. He twitched seeing your cunt at its limit and he swore he could see a slight bulge in your stomach whenever Wire went all the way in. Your increasingly needy voice brought his erection back to life in no time at all.

"Fuck. You're gripping me so tight. Don't you dare cum yet." He felt your walls twitch around him.

The threats coming from Wire were only making it harder for you to contain your orgasm. You could feel your thighs shaking, trying to hold it off. "I'm c-can't hold it." Wire fucked into you at a fast pace, bumping into your cervix with every thrust.

"You can. Your slutty pussy is just being greedy." He could tell you really were on the edge with how sloppy his thrusts sounded when his hips slammed into yours. He could barely pull out you were clenched so hard around him.

"P-please." You were gritting your teeth and tears fell from behind the fabric covering your eyes trying to hold out.

"Take all my cum first and then you can."

There were no more words coming out so you nodded. All your thinking power went to your focus on not finishing. It was like he was dangling you over the edge but not letting you go over.

"Fuck!" Wire released his cum inside, more spurting out with every stroke, much of it spilling out around his shaft as it disappeared in your hole.

When you felt the twitch of his cock and the sticky sensation on your thighs, you finally let go. Screaming as your walls tried to milk more cum out of Wire. Without a second to spare, Wire lifted your torso from the bed so you were in a sitting position and you felt his hot, sticky member on your cheek.

"Clean it off."

You were still blindfolded, and you couldn't use your hands, so you used your mouth to feel what you were doing. You licked all the juices from him until it was only you saliva coating it. And even there, you didn't stop. Finding the tip, you sucked on it, getting the last salty drops from his slit, and taking as much of him as you could in your mouth to make him hard again. You felt his hand in your hair.

"Good girl. Keep doing that." Wire pressed your face into him until you were gagging. He grabbed you by the ropes and laid you down before getting on top of you again, this time his legs were on either side of your chest.

You could feel his heavy member sitting between your breasts. His hands were big enough to take one breast in each, which was saying something since your chest wasn't small. The tip of his cock pressed against your lips and you opened your mouth letting him in. You heard him spit and felt him squish your tits around his shaft. He was big enough that he could tittyfuck you and you could suck him off at the same time.

This was the scene that Heat walked into. He was told he was needed here, but it looked like you had been well taken care of. Kid held a finger up to his lips, indicating to Heat not to reveal himself. He walked around to get a better view. Your knees were pressed together, though the mess on your thighs and how wet the sheets were betrayed the amount of times you or someone else had cum.

"Clean my cum out of her." Wire didn't have to say it twice.

You assumed it was Kid who parted your legs. You quivered at the feeling of hot breath against your thighs and then against your exposed pussy. Your mouth was too stuffed to say anything. All you could do was moan as lips moved against your overstimulated clit, then licked down your center. A tongue slowly lapped at your folds, teasing your entrance as it got closer. This didn't feel like Kid. This felt like someone making out with your pussy, not bullying it. So it could either be Heat or Killer, though you hadn't heard anyone come in. The tongue moved in and out of you, dipping deep to reach all of Wire's mess. The next pass of the tongue lingered on your clit, where lips stayed to suck at it. Wire's weight prevented your back from coming off the bed, though your hips could still move to grind.

You felt one hand come off your breast before you felt a slap across the face.

"Don't pay attention to him. Suck my cock."

You moved your head as much as you could to please Wire. You flicked your tongue along the edge of his glans, swirled it around the tip, pressed it into his slit.

You felt another slap on the opposite side.

"Too slow."

It hurt, yet you wanted more of it. And you again, were so close to another release, clit aching in someone's mouth. You tried to go faster and couldn't do much more than you were already doing. You felt both of Wire's hands leave your breasts and his weight shift. Then suddenly his hands were gripping your hair, tilting your head up slightly.

"If you can't listen to instruction, I'm gonna teach you how." Wire used his grip as leverage and pulled you along his shaft while he fucked your throat.

The juxtaposition of the rough treatment on one end and gentle on the other was confusing to your horny brain. It hurt your throat when Wire forced his way deeper, and you tried your best not to gag. You very much enjoyed the way he was roughly tugging your hair though and it made you groan around his shaft. It was hard to breathe with Wire's cock taking up all the space in your throat. Black tugged at the edges of your vision as you teetered on the edge of both passing out and climaxing. With a gasp, you could breathe again and you felt warm spurts hit your face and chest. The rush of oxygen sent fire through your lungs and pushed you over the edge. Your thighs squeezed around the source of pleasure between your legs, which must have been Heat, judging by the hair texture. Killer's was softer. You shrieked with the intensity of the orgasm, irritating your now sore throat.

Wire grabbed Heat from between your thighs by his hair and shoved him into your chest. "Clean that up too, dog."

You felt Heat lick and suck at different parts of your chest, lingering around your nipples to play with them a little. He moved up to your neck, burying his face in its crook to bite, earning a whine from you.

Wire's eyes narrowed. "Heat, are you fucking around or are you doing as I told you?"

A whimper came from Heat above you and he went back to licking up the dots of cum on your face.

"Heat," you whined. "Kiss me." Your legs wrapped around him, pinning him place. "Fuck me."

"You want to get fucked by this mongrel?" You were startled by how close Wire was to your ear. "Fine. You want to be fucked by an animal then you can get fucked like one." Wire shoved Heat off you and flipped you on your stomach, pulling your ass up in the air.

You felt Heat behind you. Your cunt was slick enough he slid right in, causing you both to moan. Heat grabbed your arms and used them like a handle to pull you backwards onto him. His ground his cock up into you, reaching for the spot he knew would make you cum.

Wire's voice was in your ear again. "Tell him what you want."

"P-please make me cum, H-Heat."

"No, tell him what you really want." Wire prompted. "You're a bitch in heat aren't you? Tell me you want to get bred."

"I-" It was hard to think of anything when Heat was purposefully trying to make you cum quickly.

"Tell him or I'll make him stop."

"B-breed me, Heat. Fuck!" Saying it out loud made your cunt clench. "Fucking breed me!"

Kid had walked back in with Killer at the right time because hearing that tear from your lips made them both hard.

It was too much. Heat finally got you to your climax without a moment to spare. Those words had an instant effect of him. You were faintly aware of his dick twitching inside you as you pressed your face int the sheets and cried out. You couldn't even hold yourself up anymore, sinking down with your legs splayed as soon as Heat pulled out. There was a hand on your back.

"Look at you, breadcrumb. I guess you're more of a glazed donut now. You did so well taking everyone." Killer cooed, leaning down to be closer to you. "Do you think you could go one more round? For me?"

You nodded. The effects of the shot were wearing off and exhaustion was setting in.

"That's our girl." He kissed the top of your head and pulled you to sit upright, holding on so you didn't fall over. He admired how pink and puffy your pussy was after hours of orgasms. It was still so wet and glistening, partially with your own fluids and partially Heat's cum.

You felt the weight shift on the mattress again, in front of you and behind you. You were pulled into a lap, an erection rubbing your lower stomach. Then you were lifted and placed on it, as hips thrusting into you slowly, before you were settled into a lap. You had to lean forward and rest against him. You leaned up slightly to kiss his neck, but were met with helmet after a few seconds kissing upward. You made a noise of disappointment.

Kid's voice came from behind you. "Sorry, doll. There's company."

You felt him kiss up your back and bite the back of your neck, sending a shiver up your spine. Killer's hand grabbed your asscheeks and spread them apart, using them to stroke himself a few times before stopping to steady you. Again, you felt the cool sensation of lube being applied to your asshole. You expected one of them to lay back, but they both stayed on their knees, sandwiching you between them. You bit down on Killer's shoulder and groaned as Kid pushed his way into you with his dick. Killer held your hips and helped you ride both of them at once. You were doubled over, leaned against Killer's shoulder and drooling on it in a matter of minutes. You were so weak and so close to climaxing again.

"Y-you both f-feel so g-good. So b-big."

"That's it, bunny. Cum for us."

"Let it out."

You clenched around both of them, moaning wantonly with your orgasm, feeling your slick coat Killer and run down your thighs. Panting, you fell backward onto Kid's shoulder. He trailed a metal finger up your center and made a weak spark against your nipple, making you gasp. He caught it with his own mouth, placed over yours. He wanted to taste the sweet noises coming from your mouth. Your tongues mingled and his grunts were exchanged for your moans. With kiss-swollen lips, you pulled away.

"Killer, p-please. I want t-to kiss you."

He made a noise.

You don't know when she got here, but you heard Jade's voice, "Girls, l-leave us."

Why did it sound like...?

Suddenly, you could see. Wire grabbed the blindfold from you and tied it around Jade's eyes instead. Jade who was in very much the same position as you, though with Heat and Wire. "O-oh." You supposed you didn't hear her over yourself even though they were right next to you. Your eyes were glued to where Wire's dick was fully buried in her ass. Impressive.

"Do you like watching, too?" Killer teased. "She liked watching you so much she had to come try it."

You looked back at him to see that he had removed his helmet, and promptly attacked his lips with your own. Slowly, you felt your arms becoming more free. Killer's hands had left your hips to untie you. When you were freed, you stretched your arms, leaning back again and lacing them around Kid's thick neck. The change in angle had Killer hard-pressed against your clit from the inside. Kid pushed his mouth against yours again, panting. With your own noises stifled by him, you could hear Jade's pleasure tumbling from her lips. Her noises went straight to your pussy. The urge struck to break from Kid and pull Jade to your mouth instead. She tasted sweet, and even sweeter were the high-pitched cries coming from her mouth.

"C-cumming," she wailed and leaned on Heat, twitching.

"Oh fuck. I'm- g-onna..." Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt your walls flutter around Killer and your ass clench around Kid. Your cry almost sounded pained. You were starting to cramp and your throat was sore from all the panting, screaming, and Wire. You were aching and you wanted to be done, but your body was still ready for another.

Killer could tell you were about used up. "It's ok. You're doing great." He held you against his chest with a hand on your back.

"O-one more." You panted. "Gotta c-cum one more t-time." You pushed yourself up. "L-let me do it."

"Are ya sure, bunny? Ya look fucked out."

As an answer, you moved yourself up and down, grinding your hips against both of them. They let you do the work, but they helped support you, Killer with his hands on your hips, and Kid with his hands slightly higher. If this wasn't an orgy in a brothel with other people present, it might have been romantic. You swapped between kissing Killer and Kid. Your eyes were half-lidded, and you were basically on autopilot with a singular goal in mind.

"K-Kid can you do t-that thing?"

He had no idea what you were referring to and you didn't appear to be in a state where you could coherently answer. So he guessed. In the background, it sounded like the others were wrapping up too.

As you rode them, Kid pressed his metal finger against your clit, vibrating the metal. A stream of curses left your mouth as you approached your orgasm. You felt the molten hot core within your belly burn brighter with every drag of their cocks inside you. "W-want you t-to c-um first." Your legs were starting to feel like jelly. "Wan to f-f-feel it." Kid pressed his finger more firmly to your core and laughed darkly, making your legs shake. He had no intentions of finishing first. Killer pushed you onto his cock and thrusted into your sweet spot, having you burying your face into his chest to moan. Kid pulled you back so Killer could see your face. There was the slightest, tinging spark, like what Kid had done to your nipple earlier, causing the little bundle of nerves to be set off. You were pressed into Kid's chest with your back arching, eyes rolled back, mouth open without noise coming out because you couldn't release your breath. You heard a moan from Killer as your cunt milked him dry, seed spilling from between your thighs. A flood of warmth spread over your body as endorphins rushed through your blood. Kid's dick was buried in your ass and the way you tightened around him made it hard to move.

Kid made a few more pumps into your ass before falling over the edge himself, muttering into your ear, almost a whisper, "Ah fuck! I love ya."

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#so this is the biggest chapter yet #uh I hope you like it #x reader #eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #marooned #killer x reader #eustass kid x reader #kid x reader x killer #one piece #heat x reader #wire x reader

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𝘿𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙣 | part.2

Featuring : Kid and Ace

(No use of pronouns)

Rosie’s rant : writing for them was so much fun 😭, unfortunately I couldn’t find a third character for this part, so I tried to make it longer. Hope you enjoyed it ;)

Kid was sure of one thing. He will never listen to any advice from his best friend. When Killer suggested buying a Christmas tree for the holiday, he didn’t expect to see you so enthusiastic about decorating it. He eyed the decorations with mild disdain, but begrudgingly accepted an ornament. "Fine, let's get this over with."

"Come on, Kid, it's supposed to be fun," you insisted, your eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief, attempting to coax a rare smile out of the usually grumpy captain.

He snorted, "Fun's not my thing." Yet, he found himself carefully placing the ornament on a branch, a hint of concentration marring his expression.

You handed him a string of lights, "Give it a shot."

Kid grumbled but took the lights, putting them around the tree. "There. Done."

You grinned, "Not bad, Captain Kid. Maybe decorating isn't as terrible as you thought."

A blonde head suddenly emerged from behind the Christmas tree. "See? I told you," Killer responded.

"You, get the hell out of here!" Kid shouted, his cheeks as red as his hair.

He then turned to you, "And y/n don't get used to it," but a subtle softness in his eyes betrayed a hint of satisfaction and joy in sharing a sweet moment with his love and his friend.

After a long research across all the ships of the Whitebeard crew, you finally found a Christmas tree for the holidays. Many of your comrades offered their help, and, of course, your silly boyfriend was the most insistent.

He pleaded so much that Marco begged you to let him decorate the tree, so everyone could sleep without Ace whining.

After Marco's plea, you relented, allowing him to take charge of decorating to ensure a peaceful night's sleep for everyone.

Ace approached the Christmas tree with a grin, his enthusiasm apparent. "Alright, let's make this tree as awesome as it gets! It will be the best of all Grande Line !"

You chuckled, a playful glint in your eyes. "Easy, Ace. We're not in a competition."

"Who said we're not?" Ace winked, hanging ornaments with precision and delicacy.

You handed him a string of lights. "Careful with those, Ace, don’t burn it."

"Relax, I've got this" Ace assured, putting the lights all around the big tree.

As the Christmas tree transformed into a vibrant spectacle, Ace stepped back, a satisfied smile on his face. "Now that's what I call a tree worth celebrating!"

"Wow, I didn't expect it to turn out like this. Are you sure it's Ace who decorated it, y/n?" Marco teased, a playful smirk crossing his face, doubt evident in his amused expression.

Ace grinned, his usual confidence shining through. "Hey, doubt me all you want, but this tree's got my signature touch."

Staring at both men arguing about the tree, you laughed, "You really know how to light up the holidays, Ace."

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soraviie · 2 years ago

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you're oblivious.txt

━ type: bts x gn! reader ━ masterlist

━ about: fluff + crack ━ pictures taken from Pinterest

━ a/n: lowkey inspired by a video of Hoseok being oblivious to BTS. Literary wise is not that complicated but it's humourous

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON:

sAVE HIM

Literally

He’s struggling so bad bro it’s not even funny

Fights the battle against your ignorance on two sides

By night, he’s your suave secret admirer, leaving behind finely crafted letters of adoration that would put the brightest of the Romantic Age into a second grave

By day, he’s fucking shitting himself

Knees weak, palms sweaty, mom’s spaghetti

“This is made of silk,” he tugs at his own shirt during a short elevator ride

“Hmm,” comes your reply and from the gleam in your eye, he might just bear this suspicion you’re orbiting Mars right now

Alas he can’t stop

Because Holy SHIT! You’re here! Hi!

(truthfully, in the beginning, he was somehow much more put together, wowing you with sleazy smiles, breathy laughs and all the glory of that fuckboy gene that sleeps somewhere in his DNA but after that flew over your head and he listened to a podcast about the scarcity of sincere romantic gestures and the respect of polite admiration, the attempts to seduce you grow exponentially worse with time)

“It’s not velvet because it doesn’t feel velvety. Or tweed. Because obviously, it’s not…tweedy.”

“I see,” you conclude, dead to the world. “Have a nice day, Mr Kim.”

Watches you leave, bites on his fist, bites on his shirt, sulks the day away

plEASE just let him talk to you, I beg

Wants to hear your opinion, your insights, what you like and dislike, everything

Thus he tries to break the ice by initiating the dumbest subjects

“Grape?” he leans against the table, a total playboy. “Thoughts?”

“Of a singular grape?” you clarify

He sweats. “yEah.”

“None,” you reply flatly

So think a teenage boy with a crush but more wholesome

If he’s ever seen talking to you and/or trying to subtly touch you (which is another thing on its own) know that the last twenty minutes were spent shitting, screaming, vomiting

Ah! The Touching!

Tries to be subtle and casual - a hand over your shoulder because of some vague reasons, plays with your clothes a lot while pointing out this looks pretty on you

HAND! ON! LOWER! WAIST!

The excuse is he’s just guiding you where you need to be

And where you need to be is in his arms

And his bed he's actually so horny for you damn checking out left and right and then feeling conflicted over it because as a man...!

All this circus is, of course, detrimental to everyone’s mental health

It is deeply painful to watch

Yoongi probably goes around citing the long-term health damage this inflicts upon him

In the end, Namjoon is ousted by someone in the group. Anonymously but still the e-mail “Go out with Namjoon, he’s the one writing the letters. You have 24 hours.” is accompanied by “sent from Jimin’s iPhone”

YOONGI:

What have you done

You’ve created a monster!

When the saccharine first stage of catching feelings is gone with no results, honey boy, shyly twitching and squirming at every sentence, smiling softly at you in the distance, is no longer

This is Min Yoongi a.k.a. Agust D a.k.a. don’t wear converse a.k.a. the infamous Tokyo deliverer

Because, yes, Yoongi is not the stone-cold bastard everyone thinks he is, he’s actually a caring, considerate man interested in the simple life not the grand scheme of the universe

But you must remember - what Yoongi wants, Yoongi gets

You’ve ever seen shameless Min Yoongi?

Lord

He will not give a single shit

Will sit in your lap even with 1000 chairs available, invites you to dinner all the time with some handwavy excuse

Turns into his version of a whore (wears one layer instead of three)

(tight, white t-shirts displaying the Min Buffgi agenda, hello)

Points at a tattoo parlour and says you should get each other’s names engraved then he sort of laughs but does he??

Has created a ship name for you and does bring it up at any moment he pleases to be fit which is coincidentally all the time

Definitely says “this is because I like you” in passing

But all in all, you can sEE it in HIS EYES!

They sparkle!

Requests your presence like a tyrannical king if he’s feeling down

Gives you probably weirdly affectionate names like “heater” or “vitamin water” meaning you make him warm and energized

Sorry, he just can’t get anything like “honey” past his lips so “solar panel” it is

To keep you around him longer plays his favourite version of the game "two truths one lie" which is "all lie, pure shit"

Basically says the most blatantly untrue shit so you would sit and debate that coconuts in fact do not migrate due to birds

Sometimes he's still not up to talk and wants to just submerge himself in the music but even so, oftentimes he's okay with you chilling on the couch doing your own thing

Basically having a crush for him means wanting head pats and then doing the absolute most to receive them (while taking good care of you in turn)

JIN:

Clings

He doesn't usually do that so that's how everyone knows something's up

Back hugs because it’s cold, back hugs because it’s warm, it’s raining in Madagascar, he doesn’t care

Paradoxically, says the most ego-inflated things whilst sweltering red like a forest fire

“Look at me, haven’t I passed even my normal rate of attractiveness? I’m definitely 12 today,” says he whilst pushing hair out of his forehead, thus showcasing the flaming ears

He will NOT! have anyone embarrass him during this crucial time!

If any one of these degenerates opens their foul fucking mouth to spill the practice conversation he had between himself and the mirror, he will kICK THEM INTO THE SUN!

Lame, couple puns

All the time

Neverending

He has to rehash them after a while

Really wants to make you laugh :(

Wants your compliments so bad, he's fishing for them every second of the day

hehe fishing get it because he likes to fish

“Doesn’t this shirt match my hair?” he asks

“Hmm. You look like a grapefruit.”

Turns away in shame, palm over mouth

Definitely hands RJ so you could watch over him

It’s his child so he wants only the most elite care and seeing you play with the plush has him melting in heart-shaped goo

Ooo! Smooth Jin has entered the station! He’s boarding the train! Look at him go!

Whispers in your ear, establishes his dominance over the seat next to you, makes up the most random bullshit for you to touch him - can you adjust this, adjust that, could you help him brush his hair etc.

Oh, and if you don’t take proper care of yourself, he activates his strict care mode

You know those moments when Jin becomes The Eldest? Hot

“All life is precious,” says with a frown but one born out of worry standing in front of you, arms on hips as you sit there with your head hung low. “Your’s even more so don’t be careless with it.”

But after scolding he treats you either via food or by saying he's just worried for you

Definitely offers to do something for you and throws fake tantrums about it

"Ah, __________, I can't believe you're making me pay for this meal!"

"I'm not ??? I can pay for my own share if your rich ass is so stingy."

Pouts to the max -

"Yah, you don't think I can take care of you?! Yah, you're underestimating me. Oh, ____________ you won't be underestimating ever again!"

HOSEOK:

Doesn’t embarrass himself quite as much as the rest

He’s actually kinda chill about it

Perhaps because he’s been the oblivious one in the past and he’s reserved himself

And he doesn’t want to overwhelm you or make you uncomfortable

One word that comes to mind - solid

(not that, you pervert)

Trustworthy you know

Offers a ride everywhere whenever he can especially from home to work and back

Do you need something? He’s got it. Do you want extra help? He’ll do it

You're sad?

He'll cheer you up in no time

So really becomes like your rock

Starts nonsensical conversations as well but unlike Namjoon he actually succeeds

“This one they had in pink last year, it was all over Instagram. How is it purple now?”

“Dunno,” you look at the flowers. “Maybe different species. Maybe they repainted them. Purple is trendy right now.”

“Haha, borahae.”

Then plucks one flower and tugs it behind your ear

“There. Pretty.”

Feeds you a lot, really attentive

Doesn’t really care what you see him as for now - a friend or a helpful guy - as long as you’re living good, he’s happy :’)

The only thing giving away his crush is the constant playing with his ears to alleviate nervousness

And the handmade jewellery, for sure has by now given you ten to twelve handmade bracelets which he nearly passed away when gifting

Whenever he sees them on your wrists gets ultra shy but happy cause this might actually happen in due time

JIMIN:

Did I say save Namjoon? Save this guy

You don’t know what his deal is? He doesn’t either

Know of his duality? Prepared to be exposed to it on a rhythmic rotation from here on out

Was he just yesterday, playing with your earring, whispering in a sultry, whiny tone:

“Why don’t you like me, __________?”

“I do like you.”

“You could like me a bit more. I would really like it if you would.”

And is he now, on this fine fucking day, hiding behind Namjoon whispering into his ear to tell you you’re doing a great job?!

Yes.

He’s feeling shy today :(

Lingering touches all the time

It’s a scientific fact published in the new issue of an international medical journal - if he’s going ten minutes without touching you, his kidneys, lungs, stomach and tendons experience abrupt and painful deterioration

So you better get your ass here asap :)

He’s stretching? Somehow hugging you. You’re sitting? His hand is on your thigh

HAND! ON! THE! THIGH!

It's like an entirely new brand of love for him and there are many different flavours to this

Calming, comforting, jealous, they’re mine back off

Cutely annoys you for attention

Like standing in the doorway, asking you 1000 times if he’s cute or not, sing songs your name for no reason

Oh my god, mentions your name at random times of the day, sometimes while singing, sometimes improvising a tune, sometimes just underneath his breath

You're always on his mind, so naturally, it sits on his tongue all the time as well

A stream nay an ocean of compliments, not just to you but to everyone whose listening

Or is forced to listen

Like Taehyung whose ear he has yapped off already

Because to him, you are the best and everyone else should also think that

“Hey, isn’t ___________ so cool these days?” “You always look so bright!” “Thank you, _____________, you’re an angel! We can be a fairy angel duo!”

And then the other shoe drops

Shameless Jimin is a menace and a half

Biting his lips, laughing breathily, sorta being a dom

“Don’t pout, _________, brats don’t get awards” :)

“You should look only at me, got it” :)

Just really sweet, cute, menacing, really caring and attentive if you’re feeling down

Oh and lest we forget his special soft whiny voice! In full throttle when you’re around

“_________, we should be around each other for a very long time.”

TAEHYUNG:

Does this seem menacing? Because Taehyung is

Where does one even start with this little shit?

Says the most heinous, out-of-pocket shit.

“__________, I want to see what our children would look like.”

And if you somehow manage to not see it, when Taehyung is as subtle as the asteroid that plunged Earth into the Ice age, that’s fine he’s just going to be even bolder :)

Treats it almost like a game

The more oblivious you are, the more he’ll hammer through the walls of blindness :) don’t worry :) he’ll succeed next time :)

Unlike Jimin who probably has a laugh of “how they’re so blind”, his laugh says “you’re so cute :) I’ll get you next time”

Gift giving!

Waffles, flowers, little jewellery brought with no excuse or explanation

Always ropes you into doing something together, even if it’s something silly

He’s confident but it is warm and yeah kind of cocky but with no malice behind it

It’s like he’s oozing a pink romantic light from within

Watches out for you, like proper gentleman stuff - walks on the side of the road in case of splashes, pulls out the chair, waits for you to finish work to accompany you home

But no personal space you just have to live with it

If there’s music can and will dance with you ranging from a slow waltz to nuzzling you whilst swaying

Definitely does weird things like if you bump into something, he must “inspect the damage” which means sitting you down and lowkey and respectfully admiring you and softly touching you (in appropriate places, you pervs)

If he annoys you so much, you threaten to put him in a chokehold, he looks like a man in the gate of Heaven

Honey, darling, lovely is a must

Has his gallery full of pictures of you (taken consensually) though I always imagine them as being super blurry

He's a blurry sorta guy

Says he misses you a lot even if you haven't gone anywhere

Definitely has had a conversation about your past lives and that you must have met at some point

He’s persistent but not in a creepy way, only does this much because he sees you being oblivious but not weirded out by all these gestures

Definitely and 100% insists that his angel brought you to him

JUNGKOOK:

If there wouldn’t be a child protection squad engaged at all times, he would have already snapped his neck trying to impress you

Giggles a lot!

Sort of jokes about it

Like if you somehow end up lying next to each other, he will say something like “oo the air changes, it’s becoming heavy”

Definitely adds your gestures to the infinite list to mimic

But genuinely does pick up your habits because he’s watching you a lot

Protective! To the max!

If you’re scared of anything, anything at all, be it a stranger or a moth, he’ll be there to avert the threat

Calls you his dog’s other parent for sure and instructs Bam especially to protect you

Very cuddly once he gets to know you

At first not really talkative mostly just reacts to you, laughing along your jokes, commenting on how good you’re doing something but then asks for your opinions, invites you to play games and such

If you’re mad at him - the literal impersonation of 🥺

Holds your hand while walking sometimes and then teases himself for it???

Who knows what goes on in that head

Gets jealous and definitely glares if someone is trying to make moves even if you’re not together

Afterwards, he pouts and whines

"They're not even that great. I can do all that and more"

Does and promises to do stupid things to impress you, like if you need to move a table, he’ll definitely bust through the wall and say all cool like “I can get it by myself, don’t worry” only to strain his muscles

Shows off his tattoos and if you want to get one as well will be so enthusiastic, you’ll get the best parlour in the city, the most thorough care afterwards provided by him of course

At times when he’s talking and you turn to look at him, his brain stops and there’s audible error noise coming behind those eyes

Sometimes he stutters when speaking to you, especially if trying to be smooth but he’s doing his best

Actually, he's the hottest when he's not trying

Like he's driving you back home, music on the low playing all sexy and he's like clicking his tongue while leaning back into the seat

And that does something to your brain, breaks through the wall and surmises a point that this dude is actually kind of hot

And he's taking special care of you

He then turns and chuckles taking in your wide eyes

"Do I have something on my face?" he asks. "Or have you begun liking me, ____________?"

You blush and look out the window

"It's nothing"

He doesn't push further but secretly hopes to high heaven you do

Has told about you indirectly to his mom by asking questions about how people like to be wooed

But then definitely has that shy smile when she teases him about it

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mama-qwerty · 10 days ago

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Dark Mirror

Behold, what grabbed me to write last night and today.

Okay, this came out WAY different than it started in my head. It was supposed to be one of those "What if this character were EVIL??" kinda things, but morphed into . . . this.

I still like how it came out but it's surprising how different it is from what it started as in my head.

What if Dread and Scarlett had both been taken by Harper all those years ago?

~~~~~

Jonas Flynt, captain of the Devil’s Chariot, wanted on half the continent, and one of the most feared pirates on the seas of No Place, knelt on the hard wood floor of an unsuspecting cabin nestled in the outskirts of the thick jungle on the isle of Dragon’s Fang.

Actually, ‘cabin’ was a generous term for this dwelling—as far as Flynt could tell, there was only this single room. The only light casting long shadows across the floor was from two lanterns mounted to the back wall. Their wicks were turned low, throwing the barest amount of light across the dark wood surrounding him.

He’d been ushered in and ordered to kneel by a large purple cat, one who stood almost his height. Not a small feat when comparing humans to the non-human species that shared this pathetic planet. Normally humans like him towered over these sapient animals. There were only the select few species who could come close in size.

Always on alert, Flynt took in the size, shape, and layout of the room. No furniture. No other doors he could see. He’d gotten a quick glimpse before the door closed behind him, delving the room into the almost black only marred by those two lanterns.

A single figure stood between those two lanterns, and the flickering yellow light cast it into mostly shadow. It stood still, the silhouette seeming to sway as the light on either side danced and moved.

“You tried to pass without payment.”

The figure spoke, her voice low and sharp. Each consonant was pronounced clearly, crisply. Like ice cracking in a glass.

Flynt kept his expression hard. “Big ocean. Hard to place a toll on open waters.”

Her head tilted to the side. “When you come to my island, you are no longer in open waters, Captain.”

The man shrugged. Flynt was a man who didn’t take kindly to being told what to do. Never had been. “Don’t see your name on the place, lass. Not sure why I should do anything more than run my blade across your pretty little throat and be on my way.”

A deep growl sounded from one of the dark corners behind him, and he turned in time to see another figure move from the black shadows. He’d never even known there was anyone else in the room. This figure was stockier, and moved as though it wasn’t used to walking upright.

The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. He’d heard rumors about this place, but thought they were exaggerated, as most stories were when passed around in pubs and taverns once sailors had had one too many pints. Words like ‘haunted’ and ‘cursed’ and ‘deathtrap’ were sprinkled around, like spice in a stew. Always good to embellish a story, and make even the most benign place seem like the stuff of nightmares.

But right now it seemed as though the tales were true. That Dragon’s Fang was under the control of a pair of demons that required payment for passage, and if an agreeable deal wasn’t met, your ship was sent to the bottom of the sea before you could fire a single cannonball in return.

Still, he’d been around enough to know that some tales, as true as they may seem, were merely tricks and misdirection.

The second figure came closer, leaning in to growl in Flynt’s ear.

“Watch yer tongue.” The words hit his ear like hot gravel. “Else I’ll rip it out an’ feed it t’ ye.”

Flynt didn’t move. Didn’t so much as flare his nostrils.

“Attacking me is neither advised, nor possible, considering your weapons were confiscated before you entered here,” the female said, and stepped closer. Her hands were clasped behind her back, and Flynt’s eyes flicked to the cutlass strapped to her hip. “And should you decide to try anyway, well, my Dread can be a little . . . overprotective.”

The second figure, Dread, growled again in Flynt’s ear, before retreating back to the shadows.

Steady, Jonas. You’ve faced worse foes before.

“What do you want?” His voice came out steady, though not as strong as he would have liked.

The figure before him lowered her head slightly. “Two thousand gold coin and half your food supply.”

“Fuck off.”

It was out of his mouth before he realized it, and before he could blink a large hand grabbed him by the throat. He could feel the power in that grip, the tension. The fingers squeezed just enough to make him hold his breath.

“I don’t give second warnings, mate.”

Flynt flicked his eyes to the side and came face to face with a creature that shouldn’t exist.

The second figure, this ‘Dread’, was an echidna. An honest to gods echidna, a species that had long been thought died out. They were a dangerous and formidable people, with stories of their atrocities going back generations. The last had been seen back when Jonas’ grandfather was just a boy of eight, but here was another, in the fur and flesh, staring at him, grinning with its sharp teeth, and blowing its rank breath into his face.

Speaking of breathing, Flynt would very much like to keep doing that.

“Dread.”

The single word fell like ice from the female’s lips, and the echidna reacted instantly. Its grin faltered, and it flicked its purple eyes toward the other. Rather reluctantly, it withdrew its hand from Flynt’s throat, and Flynt sucked in a breath as quietly and with as much dignity as he could muster.

“I won’t stop him again, so you’d do well to mind your manners.”

Flynt cleared his throat, swallowing hard and wisely keeping his mouth shut.

“That is your required payment for safe passage through Dragon’s Pass. If you do not wish to pay, you are free to sail around the bluffs that surround us and take your chances with both the jagged rocks and reef below the water, as well as the remains of past ships that also did not agree to my terms.”

Dread gave a huff that was more of a snort.

She continued. “Some have made it. Not many. But some. You may be lucky.”

The captain contemplated his options. “And what would happen if I decide to go through your pass without paying?”

Another huff from the echidna. Only this time it sounded more like an amused little laugh.

The female didn’t laugh. When she spoke again, her voice was cold, hard, and low.

“You will die.”

It was Flynt’s turn to snort out a laugh. “The Chariot isn’t exactly defenseless, lass. We’ve taken down tougher foes than your little island, here.”

“Then try it.”

Something about the way she challenged him set Flynt’s teeth on edge. There was no fear in her voice. No warble or hint that she were bluffing. No edge to indicate a threat.

It was an invitation. A gentle command, given as one would offer a glass of water to a thirsty man. A meal to one who was starving.

An offer of something that seemed so simple, so wanted. Yet was laced with poison. With danger.

It was possible she simply had a very good poker face . . . or voice, as it were. He still couldn’t make out her face in the dark room.

He’d heard the tales of this place. Told in hushed, frightened tones over mugs of ale and rum. If the price isn’t paid, and the ship tries to pass anyway, it seems as though the very waters themselves seek vengeance. The sea boils. The crew falls, one by one, until only the captain remains. And then he is hunted by the beast held under the witch’s control.

The echidna was likely the beast of those stories. But Flynt didn’t think this woman was a witch.

“Captain. Your answer, if you please.”

Jonas Flynt stared at the shadowed figure before him, his mind working quickly to consider his options. The Chariot was fast, there was a possibility they could get through the Pass before whatever trickery this woman possessed could touch them.

Going the long way around was also an option, but one that didn’t sit well with Flynt. It seemed the coward’s way, and Flynt was no coward.

His eyes flicked to the cutlass on the woman’s hip once again. If he was fast enough, he could steal it from her and strike her down before her beast came near. Or at least hold her hostage until his ship was through.

Movement to his right, and the echidna came around to take a protective stance near the female.

Its fists were massive. Muzzle pulled into a snarl, showing fang. Eyes narrowed.

“You would be dead before you hit the floor.”

The echidna growled as if in agreement, but she sounded almost bored. As though this were something she’d said countless times before.

“Try if you must. I’ll simply call for your first mate to continue negotiations.”

Flynt looked between the beast and shadow.

He could try anyway. He was human, taller than either of these creatures. His height could give him an advantage.

The echidna moved to place itself squarely between Flynt and the woman. Fists clenched, quills bristling, hackles raised.

It was almost daring him to make a move.

Dragon’s Pass was the only way to avoid the treacherous waters surrounding the Devil’s Lighthouse. The straits of Dragon’s Fang were calm and offered a direct conduit to the isle, where the Lighthouse’s own traps awaited. But the treasure that sat atop that mountain promised legendary rewards, and many a pirate had made for it at least once in their lives. For some, it was the last thing they’d ever done. Others had lost their ships and crew in their pursuit of it.

To seek it was to court death.

To have it was to gain everlasting life.

Flynt took in a breath.

“I agree to your terms.”

He grimaced as he spoke, the words feeling bitter as they fell off his tongue. Jonas Flynt had never given in before. Never simply agreed to terms that didn’t give him an advantage, or leave him the victor in the interaction. This made the bile burn his throat.

“A wise move, Captain.” The female nodded, and stepped back to stand where she’d been in the beginning. “You will be given instructions on where to bring your offering. A pleasure doing business with you.”

The door behind him immediately opened, bathing the interior of the room in blinding light. The purple cat was back, and lifted Flynt to his feet as he was escorted from the room.

This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

~X~X~X~

Dread watched as Catfish led the bastard out. This one had been one of the more stubborn captains they’d dealt with, and the whole encounter left him feeling antsy and frustrated.

He straightened to his full height, giving his shoulders a roll. Moving hunched over like that increased the intimidation factor, but left his back grumbling for a while after. A quick turn of his torso gave a loud pop as his spine slipped back into place.

Dread turned, his pupils dilating in the low light to make out the manx cat, standing near the back of the room.

“Ye shoulda let me kill ‘im,” he growled, moving closer. “Didn’t like the way he spoke t’ ye.”

Her lip curled in a little smile, and she shook her head. “You’re too sensitive.”

A little frustrated huff left him at that, followed by a soft amused hum. He stopped before her, hands on hips. “Aye, I’ll remember that next time ye need me t’ bash someone’s head in, Scar.”

She snickered. “Business before pleasure, Dee. He saw reason. That’s what’s important.”

“First mate woulda prob’ly saw reason, too. Dunno why we had t’ keep him alive.”

“Because, my love,” Scarlett said, reaching up to rest a gentle hand on his chest. “Jonas Flynt is a powerful man. A feared man. If he were to talk about what he saw here today, the scary witch and her beast, those words would carry more weight than those of a dozen others. And the more afraid people are of us, the more they’ll either leave us be, or agree to our terms without batting an eye.”

Dread leaned into her touch automatically, and raised his own hand to rub her muzzle with this thumb. “Always thinkin’, ain’t ya?”

She turned her blind eyes up to him. The scar Harper had given her, when he’d dragged his blade across her face and taken her sight, glared at him even in the low light of the room.

“One of us has to.”

Dread snickered as he leaned down to nuzzle against her temple. “Ye she-devil.”

A soft purr reached his ears, and he wrapped her in his arms, holding her close. They were all they had, for so many years. The only thing they could trust and rely on, as they suffered under the hands of Captain Benjamin Harper and his equally cutthroat crew.

They’d both been taken by that bastard when they were children—just snatched off the streets at six years old.

If life had been hard before that, it turned absolutely hellish after.

Put to work on the ship. Beaten. Starved. Tortured for the amusement of the crew. They stuck together, even through that hell. But they were only children, and there were times they were forcibly separated, and Scarlett dragged below deck. Her screams sometimes still haunted his nightmares.

Scarlett had only been a child of twelve when Harper took her sight. She had accidentally seen something she shouldn’t have, some deal between him and another captain, and as punishment, Harper blinded her.

She was different after that.

Colder. Silent to all but him.

He couldn’t help her. Couldn’t save her.

His anger grew. So did his strength. When he injured a crew member during a sparring match, the captain ordered his knuckle spurs filed down. He’d passed out from the pain, and when he awoke, Scarlett was tending to him.

“They’re afraid of you,” she’d whispered as she wrapped his shaking hands. “I heard them talking. They think this will make you more controllable. Less dangerous to them.”

Dread had stared at his hands, the pain radiating up from those gaping wounds.

“They be wrong.”

“You can’t fight them. There are too many. Too loyal to Harper. They’ll kill you.”

“Let them try.” He grit his teeth, trying to force back the tears from the pain. “I don’t need me spurs t’ be dangerous. They’ll see.”

Silence settled for a moment, and when she spoke next, she sounded resigned. “I’m a danger to you.”

He startled. “What?”

“I’m your weakness. If you start getting out of line, they’ll just use me to control you. You’ll never get off this damn ship as long as I’m around. I’m . . .” She paused, lowering her head. “I’m a liability to you.”

“No.” The word was out of his mouth before he could think. “Scar, ye’re talkin’ nonsense.”

She pulled her lips tight, ears flicking back. “I should throw myself overboard so you don’t have to worry about me anymore.”

Dread’s chest tightened at that, and he lifted a bandaged hand it to gently nudge her face up so he could look at her fully. The scar Harper had given her months ago was still healing, an angry red stripe across her face. His heart twisted at the sight.

“Listen t’ me, lass, and listen well,” he said, his voice soft and firm. “The only thing that’ll happen if ye toss yer fool self overboard is I’ll be right behind ye t’ haul yer arse back aboard. An’ then I’ll be givin’ ye an earful ‘bout it.”

A little smile ghosted her lips, and she flicked her ears forward.

“Ye be the only thing that keeps me fr’m losin’ me mind. It be ye an’ me against the world, aye?” He gave her a little brush on her muzzle with the back of his trembling fingers. “Aye?”

Scarlett pulled in a deep breath, letting it out in a shaky exhale. “Yeah.”

He nodded, and leaned forward to press their foreheads together.

“I’ll get ye outta here,” he whispered, and his heart clenched when she let out a little sniffle. “I swear t’ ye, by all the gods above and below. I will get us out o’ here, if I have t’ kill each an’ every one o’ those bastards with me own hands.”

She nodded against him, but the tears were already falling. He pulled her to him the best he could, and she wrapped her arms around him in return. They had held each other for a long time, the reality of their situation weighing heavily on their minds.

It had taken the better part of ten years before they could escape. Dread grew stronger and stronger, but Scarlett had told him to keep it secret so the others wouldn’t realize the extent of his power.

Everything came to a head when Harper decided to sell Scarlett. He’d declared her ‘a drain’ to them, and thought it more worthwhile to sell her for a quick coin the next time they made port.

Dread killed him that very night. Then he’d gathered Scarlett and as many supplies they could fit in a lifeboat, and set the ship on fire, with the rest of the crew trapped in their cabins. The two had sat in the water nearby as the ship sank, the screams of those who’d tortured and ruined them fading into the black night.

That had been five years ago. Since then they’d made a new life for themselves, but the scars of the past still remained.

Now Dread gathered Scarlett into his arms, holding her close to him as he nuzzled against her neck.

“What was that ye said?” he purred, his lips brushing against her. “Somethin’ about business b’fore pleasure?” He growled out a little laugh, gently nipping. “Think business be done, aye?”

She hummed, an amused sound as she wrapped her own arms around him. “It would seem so.”

He gave a deep chuckle, and walked her backwards until she was flat against the wall.

“Ye an’ me against the world.” His nose nuzzled into her fur, inhaling her scent.

“Always,” she whispered, nuzzling him back. “Forever.”

Dread growled, his chest rumbling with a deep satisfaction, as he brought their lips together.

~X~X~X~

The jungle burned around him.

He should have killed Flynt when he had the chance. Should have snapped the bastard’s neck. Should have crushed his chest. Should have popped that smug head right off his shoulders and punted it across the island.

But he hadn’t. Because Scarlett had been thinking ahead, planning and plotting. Seeing the bigger picture.

Except she hadn’t known just how ruthless Flynt actually was.

Dread looked down, adjusting his grip on the body in his arms.

Scarlett stared up at him. Blind eyes open wide. The gash across her throat gaping at him like a crooked smile.

Blood covered her. Covered him. It invaded is nostrils and he had to breathe through his mouth to keep from gagging.

Her blood. Spilled all over the ground.

He should have expected this. Should have seen it coming.

Flynt had ambushed them. He’d come from his ship, carrying the agreed upon payment, before pulling a pistol and shooting Dread. The shot had gone wide and only caught him in the shoulder, but it was enough to put him out of sorts for the split second it took Flynt to get to Scarlett, and run his blade across her throat.

Dread stood still for a second, his brain not wanting to accept what he was seeing.

Scarlett, his Scarlett, on the ground, bleeding out. He’d run to her, gathering her in his arms and talking to her, telling her he was there, he had her, she was going to be okay, all the while whimpering prayers to any god listening.

Holding her tight as she gasped and shook.

Holding her as she faded.

Holding her when she finally went still.

He gently ran a hand down her cheek as Flynt and his men attacked the little settlement he and Scarlett had set up here. Their crew fought hard—Catfish and Sails and Black Rose and Batten. But Flynt’s men were just as ruthless as their captain. They fell, one by one.

And Dread saw red.

He attacked Flynt, killing any who got in his way.

He didn’t hold back his strength.

He didn’t hold back his anger.

Blood soaked into the ground of the little island paradise they’d found all those years ago. He was covered with it, the stench urging him on. The crewmen tried to run, tried to get away, but Dread was faster. Stronger.

Flynt was the last to fall, and Dread took great pleasure in making sure the human’s last moments were as painful as possible.

For Scarlett.

Always, for Scarlett.

His mission done, Dread returned to his lost love and pulled her back into his lap. He sat there for a long time, stroking her muzzle, pulling her hand into his.

Ye an’ me against the world.

Now it was just him.

He turned, looking back over the jungle, where he could see the Devil’s Lighthouse standing above the trees. See the swirling storm of color from the gem that perched atop that rocky spire.

Him against the world.

Dread looked back to Scarlett, and leaned down to plant a soft kiss against her forehead. He closed her eyes, and lifted her to bury her in a spot where they loved to sit and relax. To just be together.

Once she was laid to rest, Dread had a trip to make. He’d get to the Devil’s Lighthouse, and he’d get that Beauty on top.

And the world would regret making Dread its enemy.

The world would burn.

#sonic fanfiction #knuckles the dread #scarlett the manx

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darth-ora · 4 months ago

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That's an Order cassian andor x fem! reader

things could have gone horribly wrong, but they didn't

cute little cassian fluff

(this is my first published writing piece, theres probably so many grammatical errors, so please excuse that)

Your ship ascended above the white salt of Hoth, stirring the blanket of white to reveal the red clay beneath. A gunfight had broken out on the way back to the ship, ever hyperfocused you didn’t comprehend the words being yelled at you by a one Cassian Andor. Everything was fine now, he was safe, you were safe and you had managed to get the drive you were looking for. It was successful in your eyes but not to Andor. You were almost unaware of the anger that bubbled inside of him after he closed the hatch behind you, the last to board the ship. The action that gave his anger away was allowing anyone other than himself to pilot the ship. K-2 was in charge and it was only a few seconds before the sounds of metal doors slamming against the cockpit door frame that jerked you out of your adrenaline rush.

“I told you to leave! I gave you an order!” Cassian yelled at you. You had taken a seat to stop the swimming in your head and the lights of blaster fire shooting from behind closed eyes. He was still standing, clearly unable to calm himself enough even to sit.

“Instincts kicked in.” You shrugged off, “I saw you going back in and I did what I thought I needed to do. We got away just fine Captain, is it a problem?” Maybe the mission hadn’t gone to plan but Cassian always did this. You would follow your instincts and save his ass but he would only see it as you being reckless.

“The problem is you almost died!” Cassian shouted. “You almost die every day?!” You finally raised your voice. “That’s me not you!” “So you’re allowed to die like a martyr but no one else can do the same? Cassian why do you do this every time!” Your voice was the only thing you could hear, reverberating off the metal walls of the ship.

“Because I love you!” Cassian’s voice boomed. It cleared your mind, you couldn’t feel your body, or your heart beating, just a high-pitched ringing in your eyes. Had you just died after hearing those words?

“What?” Your face scrunched in confusion, every sound was muffled. You honestly thought your brain had made up those four words. They never fell from Cassian’s lips, not possible, not to you.

“I…I didn’t mean to say that. Sorry,” Cassian tried to brush past you, but you weren’t going to let that happen. “Cassian seriously what did you say.” Holding your head and bringing yourself to sit back down, the adrenaline was wearing off and you could feel the effects of not listening to your captain. “It sounded like you said you l-…it sounded like you said something Cassian Andor would never say to me.” You laughed it off, breathless, holding onto the scraps of reality. You were in the middle of a revolution, now was not the time to be delusional.

“Then either you heard correctly and think too low or yourself or you are having a hallucination.” Cassian’s anger was gone now, at least you think it is. Your vision is still slightly marred with streaks of light from the blasters. “Cassian, seriously. I don’t have the mental strength to decode your words right now.” Putting your head between your knees you finally ask for help. “Are we going to the med bay?”

Cassian bent down and rubbed your back, “K-2 is taking us there now. We should be there soon.” Cassian took off his jacket and crumpled it into a makeshift pillow. Gingerly he pushed your form to lie down on the bench that occupied the hallway outside of the cockpit. “Rest, I’ll get you when we land.”

You don’t remember getting to the med bay, getting off the ship, or being put into a batca pod but there you were. Panic rose in your system, it alerted everyone outside of the room but the first to your side was a familiar blurry figure, distorted by the liquid you lay in. That brown mess mop of hair couldn’t be anyone other than, “Captain Andor, she will need to stay here for a few days to make sure she is fully healed. Would you like to walk with us to her new room?” Then the memory went black, flashing in and out of consciousness while the nurses and droids wheeled you from the batca room to a new room, secluded from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the hospital. You remember the bright lights of the room blinding you before you decided you needed to rest once again.

When you awoke you had no idea how long had passed but the lights in the room had since dimmed. There was the faintest dip in the bed, some weight that wasn’t from your body. When your eyes adjusted you saw the figure of the famous Captain Cassian Andor mouth wide open, snoring with his head rested against his outstretched arms that were laid right beside yours. If this had been anyone else you would have woken them, wanting desperately to talk to someone. But it was your Captain, your best friend since you two were teenagers, you knew he rarely would rest himself, and usually, his rest was interrupted. You let him sleep, each minute your hand itched to move closer to the one he had in the hospital bed. Only your pinkies were touching when a nurse droid came in— blinding you by turning on the lights and jolting Cassian from his sleep. Blaster pulled out on the poor nurse droid. You laughed causing Cassian to notice you were finally awake.

The look in his eyes made you want to push the nurse droid out of the room but every answer to her made her stay even longer. It felt like an eternity before she said you would be released later today.

“You snore.” As soon as the droid had closed the chamber door. “You do too.” Cassian seemed to be checking over all the vitals, who knows if he knew what any of them meant. “Cassian, will you please tell me what you said on the ship now?” “What, that you almost died? And now here you are after five hours in a batca pod?” “No smartass, after that.” You thought about it for a second, if you just said what you thought he did and it was wrong just blame it on the wooziness of being under batca for that long. “It sounded like you said you love me.” Even with the excuse already planned you couldn’t help but laugh in case of being rejected.

Silence fell in the room, but Cassian’s eyes said everything. “Kassa…” You had reverted to his old name, his real name. Because now he was trying his hardest to act as if he didn’t know the language you were speaking. “I can read you like a book, but I would like for you to confirm or deny with words.” There was caution in your eyes, you could see it reflected in his, past all the stars in the galaxy that floated in the brown irises.

Still no words, just a huff and then movement, movement that led to his lips locked with yours. Breath being taken away, reality and fantasy blurring together. He pulled away far too quickly for your liking, maybe it was because of some machine in the background beeping erratically all of a sudden. His eyes widened for only a split second before you pulled him back down with you. You swear you could feel him laugh against you. It turned out to be true. A droid came back into the room to check on the machine and Cassian with no shame didn’t move from your figure. His forehead rests against yours, a smile graced his face.

“I love you” He whispered as your attention had to be ripped from him and towards the droid nurse once again. Your heart warmed, and you felt like a schoolgirl all over again. You begged mentally for the droid to leave again. And as if it was magic the droid left, leaving you to now be shocked that Kassa, the Kassa, Kassa from your childhood was smiling at you. You were the cause of that smile. “All these years I wished to be the reason for you to smile.” You said slightly cringing at your own words but Cassian’s gaze made it melt away. “You’ve always been the reason behind it, mi amor.” You leaned into his touch, his rough hands caressing your face. “That was kind of gross Captain” you smiled up at him, “but I love you so I’ll look past it.” Another chuckle came from him, you felt the vibrations through his body as you did the best you could to hug him from your place in the bed. He kissed your hair, then your cheek, and lips, before grabbing his coat and kissing your hand. “I’m going to go sign the release forms for you, I’ll be back.” He was halfway through the doorframe when he looked back, “Stay where you are. That’s an order.” “Is that from Captain Andor, or my Cassian?”A burst of confidence was already getting to you. “Captain Andor, soldier.” Voice stern but face was distorted with the cheesiest of smiles. You sat in the bed pinching yourself. How after all these years of pining and hiding it did you get to tell Cassian Andor you love him? and he loves you? An answer you’ll never know but you’ll be sure to get some theories from Maarva.

{thank you so much for reading! i hope you liked it!! like i said this is the first piece ive ever publicly shared so any NICE critiques would be much appreciated... maybe i'll post some more?}

#star wars #star wars andor #andor #cassian andor #cassian andor x reader #star wars reader insert #diego luna #cassian andor fluff

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gatheredfates · 7 months ago

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KORET SWAN.

Nickname: Kor. Generally only reserved for people she knows well, otherwise it's Koret or Captain. Age: Mid-thirties. Nameday: 32 Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon (All Saints Wake) Race: Mix-race Ala Mhigan Highlander (on her father's side) and Limsan Midlander (on her mothers). Gender: It's complicated. I could write an entire essay about Kor's perception of gender and where she fits in it but that would take up 90% of this mini dossier. However, to keep it brief: Kor is unsure if her desire to abandon her femininity is due primarily to her father's distain of it or that she simply does not see herself as a woman. There are times where presenting masculine suits her, pronouns and all, until she suddenly feels alienated and abandons it altogether. There are times she feels she is everything and nothing at all. There are times were being a woman is a comfort and strength. She fits somewhere on the spectrum of gender fluidity, but she is constantly questioning her place and constantly feeling invalidated by the way her own mind undermines her when it comes to it. She is a pronoun because it is easy; she is not employed because she believes she is always female. If she could stop thinking about it altogether, she would do it in a heartbeat. Orientation: Bisexual, no preference. Profession: Captain of the Wolfsbane; a notorious galleon once commanded by her father, Dimitri. It was 'gifted' to her in a decrepit state when Kor was considered old enough to command.

Fleet Captain of her father's ships in his death, answering predominately to the thalassocracy of Limsa Lominsa when called upon - though she mostly ships goods for Firelight Trading Company.

Warrior of Light in the applicable verse!

PHYSICAL ASPECTS

Hair: A deep, wavy crimson, cut just above the breast. Kor will often plait it when she is working — if not cut it shorter altogether. See aforementioned gender grappling. Eyes: Amber. Her father's eyes. In her non-WoL verse, she lost her right eye in an altercation with @riftdancing's Blink after her father tried to pit her against the other woman and her forces. The loss of vision was a mercy to spare her life. Skin: Pale, closer to her mothers, though she tans without too much trouble. However, seeing much of her skin beyond her face is reserved only for those she trusts, as beneath her clothes her body is marred with scars and pock-marks from her father's abuse. There are callouses on her hands. Tattoos/Scars: See above regarding scars. She is considering adopting some tattoos in light of seeing Vamp and Rex's, but hasn't committed fully to the idea yet. FAMILY

Parents: Dimitri Swan, youngest in a family of Ala Mhigan men forced to watch their city fall. He abandoned his homeland quickly after revelations about the Garleans and the Mad King emerged and took to Limsa for promises of wealth and prestige. Fighting, bargaining, trading and even killing for what he wanted, he became a notorious figure within Limsa Lominsa — reviled and respected in turn —and was not one readily crossed. His desire for a true-born son to inherit his legacy was all-consuming and, ultimately, his undoing.

I haven't given a name to Kor's mother yet, but she was a pretty little thing Dimitri met one night in the Drowning Wench. He wooed her with promises of a luxurious life and the first few years of their marriage were unremarkable — primarily due to Dimitri being constantly at sea. However, when she failed to produce a living heir after two daughters and numerous miscarriages/stillborn children, his opinion of her soured. She died when Kor was thirteen of a 'mysterious illness', though she maintains her mother simply gave up on life due to his ongoing abuse. In her youth, she hated her. As an adult, her opinion of her is complicated. Siblings: One full-blooded sister, Lily. Because I play hard and fast with character ages, and the canonical passage of XIV time makes no sense to me (and I don't subscribe to it), she died at the start of ARR. Whether that was one year, five years or anything in between... you tell me.

Kor is also aware she must have an innumerable amount of half-siblings due to her father's sexual appetite. Even when their marriage was good, there were always rumours he was taking women in far-flung ports — something he denied at first, but wholeheartedly used as a battering ram later as another blow to hurt his wife. It would bemuse Kor if he only shot blanks, but she's not an optimist. At this stage, none have come out of the woodwork and tried to communicate with her. Grandparents: She knows little about them. The ones on her father's side died during the fall of Ala Mhigo and the ones on her mother's she never learned anything about. Others: (God this is going to get so long).

To begin, Kor has a rather large extended family. On her mother's side, she has her cousin Paprika (played by @riftdancing). On her father's, she has Ashe and Eve. Dimitri tried to look like he was assimilating into Limsan society by taking on his wife's last name and abandoning his own, leaving Ashe with to carry the mantle of 'Hawke'. However, Kor was never close to any of them until adulthood.

In Ashe and Paprika's case, though they lived within the same city-state, Dimitri's iron fist over his family ensured Kor couldn't ask for help. They were also not really in a position to assist without inflicting his retribution onto them. Dimitri abandoned his brother when Ashe's father first arrived, and consequently isolated his wife from any contact with her family.

Eve didn't come into the picture until Kor was well and truly an adult. Ashe kept up with her via letters but, due to going due west to Thanalan with the other refugees, she was only able to escape her own captivity in her mid-twenties. They are incredibly distant for numerous reasons I won't get into here (because it'll be a novel).

Kor found a pseudo-father figure in my partner's character Rex, though she will not admit it to him directly. They came into contact through my character Crow (I enjoy all my characters being loosely interconnected), another fleet-captain hoping to push Dimitri out of the picture because he conflicted with her aspirations, and he quickly surmised her predicament through Crow's inference and Kor's eventual admission. His company is a second home to her, both metaphorically and literally these days.

Literally because she's dating one of the Head Mechanics — an Ala Mhigan man by the name of Vamp. This was another cheeky ploy by Crow to give Kor some connections to her homeland in the company of a man she knew to be gentle and kind; to the point she refused his charter from Limsa to Ul'dah, even if Rex was paying handsomely for the fare. Crow hadn't expected them to grow as close as they did... but she also won a bet, so that was nice. If she's in Firelight, she can be found in the workshop or the airship hanger keeping Vamp company while he works on Firelight's various vehicles.

Her relationship with Blink is... a thing. Don't quantify it. In another life, they're dating. In another-other life, one is dead by the other's hand. She's the embodiment of 'I fucked around and found out' — literally! What are they? Is she an ex, an enemy or something in between? Who knows! She calls her a friend these days. That's close enough.

You know who Kor's best friend is? She won't say it. It's Sarrai. Sarrai will happily say it, though. She'll sing it from the rooftops! She once asked Kor for her bones if she successfully died and the Captain was far too taken aback to say no. Dark humour wins again.

There's also some lore around her and my other best friend's OC Beau, but a lot of that is tied into Beau's WoL verse and makes it hard to properly quantify here without talking about that verse and making this post even longer. However, there's a lot of homoerotic tension. That's all you need to know. Same for the numerous connections she has with my friends' ocs at FTC and beyond. Most of them aren't active on tumblr but they know. They know. Pets: I jokingly have the Ugly Duckling out on Kor. She had a dog called Nipper in her WoW verse. Maybe she has a pet? Who knows.

SKILLS

Abilities: Kor is a captain. With that come a myriad of skills including, but not limited to: commanding a ship and reading the seas; diplomacy, negotiation and bartering; mastery over a myriad of weapons including a gunblade and a musket (I maintain Kor was a musketeer in ARR despite it being moved to machinist in HW); a depth of political understanding/manoeuvring; and a shit-tonne of luck. She also possessed the Echo, a 'gift' given to her the night her sister died. Hobbies: Kor is a workaholic. Down-time is few and far between, because it gives her too much time to think. However, she does enjoy reading for its escapism.

TRAITS

Most positive trait: I think it's her accountability. Kor doesn't like to admit she is wrong and doesn't like to look weak, yet she will grit her teeth and apologise eventually because she knows it's the right thing to do. She's also got mountains of endurance and will put her own life/limb on the line for her love ones because she knows she can take it. Most negative trait: Her melancholy. Kor is jaded from a lot of life's experiences, and this manifests in someone who is closed off, hostile and downright nasty when people push her too far. She battles with extreme suicidal ideation that can often make her endurance a detriment because she doesn't always care if she dies. Her father called her a dog for her bark but she's also known to bite.

LIKES

Colours: Navy blue, bottle-green and red. Smells: Sea-salt, brine and freshly-carved wood. Smoky cedarwood colognes and anise. Rum and other similar spirits. Coffee. Textures: Water, wool and steel. The feeling of wood beneath your fingers. Drinks: Hot chocolate.

OTHER DETAILS

Smokes: Frequently. It's her go-to vice, only because it has less 'negative' side-effects to alcohol. Dimitri was an alcoholic and Kor possesses his rage. She knows what she can be like when she drinks. Drinks: ...Semi-frequently. Just because she knows what she's like doesn't mean she won't partake, especially in times of turmoil and strife. These days she tries to drink sweeter things like mead and wine, rather than hard spirits/beer, because she finds she's more aware of how much she has drunk rather than losing herself to the bottle. Drugs: She's dabbled, but it's not for her. Kor has an addictive personality and wrestles enough with booze and tobacco. She doesn't need anything else. Mount Issuance: Does a ship count? I also fully believe that the fall of Garlemald has brought technological advancements to Eorzea and Rex would not have passed up the chance to build things like cars and motorbikes. If so, Kor has the latter. Been arrested: Sure! She's been drunk and disorderly and had a few nights in a Limsan gaol. That's kind of the part of being a privateer, y'know?

Tagged by: @sundered-souls — at least for this one! I'm going to try and do one character per tag. Tagging: @halikyon, @zylphiacrowley, @abracarabbit, @laurel-resting, @starforger, @corsair-kovacs, @cindernet-explorer & @eriyu! (provided you haven't done it already; if so, maybe an alt?) If you'd like a chance of being tagged, you can like my permanent interaction call here!

#｡･ﾟﾟ･ — sea speaks #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 : koret #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — sea answers things #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — character answers / memes #god i knew this was going to be massive for her and it's like #i didn't even include ~everything~#and it's still huge!!

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heymrsandman · 7 months ago

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I'll probably never write this fanfic, but with Lower Decks coming to an end, I've been revisiting an idea for what they'd be doing in the Picard era. Tendi and Mariner are captains, T'Lyn's back on Vulcan, and Rutherford's gone missing, which is our inciting incident. So wait, what's Boimler doing? He's stolen the Cerritos and joined the Fenris Rangers, and goes around calling himself "Acting Captain". When Starfleet learns that Rutherford actually fled to join Boimler with some powerful new experimental doodad, they task Mariner with tracking him down. Mariner constantly tries to reach her old friend, reminding him of the importance of the "Starfleet way". Of course Boimler is doing things the Mariner way, helping people because it's the right thing to do and damn the rules. Anyway, the big emotional reveal that gets Mariner to help Boimler save the day is the reveal of *why* he only calls himself Acting Captain of the Cerritos. He stole it in the aftermath of the synth attack on Mars on the assumption that Mariner wouldn't just stand back and go along with Starfleet abandoning an entire species. He stole the ship for Mariner to use to go help with the rescue efforts. This whole time, he's assumed that Mariner is the rightful one to lead this mission.

But they were always better as a pair, and the Starfleet kid and the rulebreaker are now here to save the day.

#lower decks #star trek #boimler #mariner #picard is an extremely bad show you don't need to watch it #no not even season 3

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1425fivefive · 9 days ago

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Fic Writer Interview 💕

tagged by @lovelylotusf1 & @foggieststars tysm for the tags 💕

How many works do you have on AO3?

9, which is a surprise to me. I swear I can only remember 3 things I've written at any given time. Every other fic does not exist to me.

What's your total AO3 word count?

126,149. I don't wanna talk about how much time I've spent writing this year (I haven't finished a book since July 🙃)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Don't Want Your Sympathy, Just Your Company (1,259)

Sexy to Someone (Is All I Really Want) (631)

Be Sweet for Me (Only Me) (631)

Feline Fever (575)

I Wouldn't Ask You (To Take Care of Me) (496)

To this day, I'm so surprised by how popular Sexy to Someone is (my first completed fic, featuring Carcar). Like the fact that it has equal kudo to my most popular Lestappen fic shocks me every time.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, always! I'm always so stunned and grateful someone's taken the time to leave a comment about my writing that like ... it would make me so sad not responding to them.

Sometimes it takes me longer, especially when they're comments on older fics, just because I don't really remember fics after I've written them (object permanence issues I guess) and I have to go back and reread a bit of it, especially if the comment is engaging with something specific about the fic

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Lmao as if I could write an angsty ending. Maybe Sexy to Someone, because it's sort of ambiguous what Oscar and Carlos's relationship is at the end of the fic (even though the sequel makes it clear these two bitches are certainly mutually obsessed and made for each other). But I just need people to be happy. I didn't realize I was such a romantic until I started writing fic

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Don't Want Your Sympathy. Oscar asking Lando, "I'm hoping to have you forever, if you'll let me," and Lando saying, "Forever sounds pretty good to me"?? This is the closest I will ever get to writing engagement or marriage in any of my fics

Do you write crossovers?

No!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Never, probably because I lock all my fics. I only receive hate for the opinions about drivers that people project onto me lmao

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I recently posted about how I feel like I should only write smut, so. Yes. I genuinely tried writing a fic without any smut (my Landoscar genie fic which is only 1,000 words away from being finished) but I got so bored and fed up I had to shelve it. I just. Love writing about sex and desire and shame and wanting someone so badly it makes you kind of wretched and pathetic. I would describe most of my smut as dealing with the mortifying ordeal of being known. Like the terrifying intensity of finding someone who fully matches your freak

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

This is so insane, but my friend and I in uni wrote joke fanfic about ... our lives starring like vaguely fictional versions of ourselves and people we had crushes on. We only shared it with each other and honestly like ... lock us up. She wrote me a fic for my birthday about me having a threesome with Aubrey Plaza and Adam Brody. Like we were really unwell

What's your all-time favorite ship?

All-time ship for me for years was Veronica and Logan from Veronica Mars, and it probably still is if I manage to completely ignore season 4. Within F1, my favorite ship to read is probably Galex or Maxiel (the quality of fic is just so high in those ships), but my favorite to write is Landoscar. I just think Landoscar are kind of pathetic losers (affectionate) around each other and it suits so many different tones in fics. A rich canon to draw from etc. etc.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Too many. Probably my Lestappen exes-to-lovers vacation fic. I realized it was just like ... too much work for a fic I wasn't that invested in. I might condense it and turn it into a oneshot with a few flashbacks interspersed.

What are your writing strengths?

Characterization and smut. Like I truly find writing sex so easy. And characterization (for most people, I find Charles weirdly hard) comes pretty easily just because I watch a lot of videos and like imagining how people would respond to different situations

What are your writing weaknesses?

Plot plot plot. I hate planning fics. I have vibes and ideas and scenes and themes, but I despise figuring out how to get from point A to point B. Especially because I'll be writing a fic and think, "He would not fucking say that," but I need him to say it to make the plot work. So then I end up scrapping the plot because I can't bear to have people act out of character

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Lmao I get such secondhand embarrassment when I read my Carcar fics. Why was I having Carlos say those things? (My excuse is that my partner speaks Spanish and uses a lot of those nicknames for me so ... write what you know and all that)

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek Next Generation. I wrote a full screenplay of an episode when I was like nine where the ship computer became sentient and took over the ship

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Norstappen. I need it. I need to write it so bad. I just wrote a scene between Lando and Max in Learned Behavior (my current wip) and ... oh my god their dynamic is so awful and weird and delicious to me

What's your favorite fic you've written?

Don't Want Your Sympathy is the easy pick, just because it was so much work and I felt like I had no idea what I was doing, but so many people love that fic and reading it back I realized I also really like it, even if I felt an insane compulsion to edit it.

But my secret pick is Feline Fever. Like the porn in that is literally all of my kinks, and it was my first truly rarer pair to write and I felt like I was trying to dig for treasure with no map. It was so freeing to realize I could just do whatever I wanted with them because people didn't really know what to expect!

No pressure tagging @disarmd, @wedriftlikelonelyplanets, @utopiastri, and @beensinning if you all are interested!!

#f1 fanfic #f1 #writing process #tag games #fic rec

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depressedstressedlemonzest · 1 year ago

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WIP WEDNESDAY

Alright you three @auds-and-evens @energievie and @lingy910y

that have tagged me in WIP Wednesday.

My indecisive, ADHD, executive dysfuntion having ass can't decide which WIP to work on, which means I haven't worked on ANY.

SOOOO I'm gonna put little synopses of each and have the good people of tumblr decide.

Since I don't have the poll feature you'll have to comment.

Kight In A Shining Youber the one shot that turned to a multi chapter. Mickey is an Uber driver and picks up a fucked up Ian at the Fairy Tale with an older man. During the drive he keeps older man from fucking with Ian and then takes care of Ian. Finds out Ian owes a drug lord thousands of dollars and helps him with that, both of them falling in love along the way.

The Upside A mashup 'Me Before You' and 'The Upside' AU, Mickey is just getting out of prison and Svetlana won't let him stay with her and Yev. He applies for a job not knowing it was a caretaker position.

Ian is a C6/C7 quadriplegic thanks to a manic bipolar episode. After getting out of the hospital for another reason Fiona and Lip decide he needs a caretaker. In comes Mickey.

Can We Skip To The Good Stuff- Ian and his brothers are in a band together PICL and are performing in Chicago. This go round they have a VIP concert experience where they play dodgeball with the fans and Mandy Milkovich brings her brother Mickey along. Mickey beams Ian in the face not knowing who he is, he gets taken to a room where Ian finally comes in and they talk, set up a date later. Then when the show starts Mickey is completely thrown that the bruised redhead is the lead singer.

Valorous Vigilantes- Ian and Carl work together in a EMT/cop unit. They get called to the Alibi where a fight has broken out. Mickey just came out for his boyfriend Trevor (who dumped him right after) and Terry beat the shit out of him. Ian gets a soft spot for Mickey and goes above and beyond the typical EMT duties to help him out.

Once Upon A Food Truck- Ian and Mickey have rival food trucks in the park pavilion. Mickey's truck keeps stealing Ian's customers so a prank war starts. After a few weeks of that they figure out that they are being shipped online and decide to start fake dating to get them both more customers and possibly win a food truck competition.

I have two Stranger Things fics that are WIPS, but I really want to finish my Gallavich ones. Especially because I have a whole fuckton of ideas for more.

I'm tagging more of my mutuals to get more eyes on this to help me figure out what I want to write on next because I miss writing SO MUCH.

@ian-galagher @suzy-queued @celestialmickey @xninetiestrendx @gardenerian @michellemisfit @such-a-barbarian @suchagallabitch @iansfreckles @mikhailoisbaby @juliakayyy @gallawitchxx @flamingbluepanda @trans-alpha-male @milkmaidovich @surviving-maybe @deedala @whatwouldmickeydo @scurvgirl @lupeloto @imnotbrokenimme @guinguin1984 @stocious @too-schoolforcool @golden28s @francesrose3 @softmick @deathclassic @gillyp @look-i-love-u @tsuga-of-mars @creepkinginc @mzshko @sweetbee78 @mmmichyyy @smokey-mickey @ianstummy @imikhailotakeyouian @sickness-health-all-that-shit @twinklyylights @rayrayor @spacerockwriting @thisdivorce @sleepyfacetoughguy @deedala @tidalrace

I tried to tag as many people as I could remember off the top of my head (and a few I had to look up) if I didn't tag you feel 10000% free to comment and vote, hell share around too if you want.

#gallavich #shameless #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallavich fanfic #ian gallagher loves mickey milkovich #mickey milkovich loves ian gallagher #ian x mickey

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nyxvaledoeswriting · 2 months ago

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FFXIV Write, Day 19: Taken

Rated T

Ship: Emet-Selch/Azem

Azem finds out what happened while she was away during the Final Days.

The silence in the conclave was deafening, suffocating. Persephone swore she could hear the heartbeats of the other convocation members that stood around her with heads bowed. They encased her, bearing down on her like disappointed parents.

At the center she stood along with Hades… no, not Hades. Not her Hades. This was Emet-Selch, the Redeemer, in all his glory. Harsh and calculating and cruel.

How could the purpose of Emet-Selch twist her lover so that she couldn’t even recognize him anymore? They stood with much space between them, almost if Emet-Selch was afraid to be near her.

“What have you done?” Persephone questioned in a low voice, eyes trained on Emet-Selch alone.

“Only what was necessary. The Final Days were upon us, we couldn’t-” Elidibus’ words were panicked yet somehow calm in the face of one of his friends. The betrayal on her face must’ve been evident.

“What have you done??” Persephone demanded in a louder voice, her question blatantly meant for Emet-Selch rather than the other members. Her hands were trembling at her sides and nausea threatened to overtake her.

“Only what was necessary,” Emet-Selch repeated Elidibus’ words plainly. His flat, matter-of-fact tone chilled her blood and left her reeling. But she couldn’t let him see how much he was already affecting her. She had to be strong.

What had become of Amaurot while she was away? Her beloved home, devoid of light and life.

“We are the convocation of the fourteen! We are supposed to guide and protect our people! This is a path we will not, nay, can not stray from! How many have perished for this would-be god that promises unshakeable protection from that which we brought upon ourselves? How many more must be taken? What if this ‘Zodiark’ can never be satisfied with the stolen aether of our citizens? How many more will be sacrificed?!” Her voice rose with her fury, her incredulousness.

How could any member of the convocation believe this was truly the best solution? How many did they lose for a god they knew nothing about? Loved ones that could never return from the life stream.

“If you don’t understand our motives behind this plan, then perhaps you weren’t made for the seat of Azem. After seeing the world and how it has been marred in the face of the Final Days, you out of all of us should agree this was the only option.” Lahabrea spoke up in that neutral tone of his. Had he no empathy? Did he not understand the gravity of what has taken place?

“The only option?! If our only option is to murder those who look to us in times of need, then it is no option at all!”

“Azem, that is enough,” Emet-Selch barked out sharply. “You were not here during the talks, ergo you forfeited your right to speak up against this measure. As Lahabrea has reminded you, we had precious few options in the face of this calamity. During times of great catastrophe, the many outweigh the few.”

Persephone’s face heated up and she stepped forward to meet her lover face-to-face. She set her jaw as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She never thought she would ever have to face down the love of her life, but the world was different now. Things would never be the same after this. The moon in her night sky was gone, replaced with whoever this fraud was who wore his mask. The mask placed a barrier between them, unflinching and cold.

“You’ve taken everything from the people, our people. Their loved ones, their homes, their lives,” she tried to keep her voice even as she kept speaking. “You took Hythlodaeus from me, from us. I never got to say goodbye, his life snuffed out as if he were nothing more than smoldering ashes left by a waning fire. I will never get to see my sun again, nor my moon. Hyth is gone and I didn’t even have the chance to tell him how much I loved him.”

Azem lunged out to grip Emet-Selch’s robes as tears streamed down her face. The force knocked the mask from his own face, revealing an expression devoid of emotion. When she looked up into those pale yellow eyes, she saw nothing. Something was terribly wrong. Creators, what had they done?

“Hades,” she choked out, reaching towards his face before stopping short. “No, please, don’t do this to me. Don’t leave me after everything. I’ve already lost Hyth, I can’t lose you too,” she wept against him before she sank to her knees. “You’ve forsaken us all…” Persephone gripped the bottom of his robe to keep herself grounded.

“The conclave will endure, as we were destined to in the face of adversity.”

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv wol #ffxiv gpose #ff14 screenshot #ffxiv screenies #nyx vale screenshot #ffxiv endwalker spoilers #endwalker spoilers #ffxiv endwalker #shadowbringers spoilers #spoilers

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porchlightfairy · 2 years ago

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Shoot for the Moon Part 2

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

rockstar!eddie x reader

summary: Eddie gets to know his kid

wc: 1.4k+

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“If you were an astronaut, where would you go?”

“I'd like to go to the moon.”

“Just the moon?”

“‘Just the moon’?! Fine, um, Mars, be the first Martian.”

He scoffs.

“Oh c’mon, I’m really trying here.”

“You should be aiming bigger, baby. With a mind like yours, you could land on Jupiter.”

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“So… what’s your name?” Eddie, Wayne, and the girl sit in a diner waiting for breakfast. The girl sits across from Eddie and Wayne sits next to her.

“Jupiter.” She says.

“And how old are you?” Eddie wanted to throw up. His stomach was in knots the entire way over to the diner. When they first met no words were exchanged between them until Wayne offered to pay for breakfast. They all awkwardly shuffled to his car and sat in silence before sitting down and ordering food.

“I’m 13.” Jupiter picks at her straw paper.

Eddie choked on the tears that itched at the back of his throat. 13 years ago, he had left Indiana behind to live his dreams of being a rockstar. Why would you not tell him? Leave him in the dark on all of this? He would have been there. He should have been there. Tears welled up in his eyes, “I’m sorry.” He says before quickly wiping them away, “I’m sorry for your loss. And for not knowing you. But I don’t know if that’s a good thing to apologize for.”

“It’s okay.” She says, “I’m sorry I asked that question at the house. I know who you are. I mean from your music and stuff. Mom told me a lot about you. I know you’re my dad.”

“What has she told you?”

Just then, the waitress comes with their food. None of them touch it. “Well, you love music, you’re secretly a nerd, and you loved her.” Jupiter gives an earnest smile.

Eddie smiles too, “Since you know everything about me already, why don’t I get to know you?”

They ate as they talked. Eddie learned more about Jupiter. She was an incredible kid. She was smart, talented, and she wanted to be a physicist when she grew up. She liked Eddie’s band, her mom bought her all his albums. Eddie couldn’t help but smile as the girl rambled on about middle school. She never told anybody he was her dad. She liked it normal here. Her mother probably did too.

His smile falters, “We should head back to the house.”

Wayne nods, “C’mon Jupe.”

They head back home. Jupiter goes back to her room while Wayne sits on the porch with Eddie. “Isn’t she remarkable?”

“She is.” Eddie chuckles but stops abruptly, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It wasn’t my business to tell.” Wayne stops in his tracks and sighs.

“And yet here you are, letting them live with you. I would have come back, I would have been there for her.”

“Maybe she knew that.” Wayne huffs, “Maybe she didn’t want you to.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Neither was giving her the choice in the first place. That long distance crap was never gonna work, Eddie. And with a baby on the way? It was just gonna make things worse.”

Tears fall from Eddie’s eyes. He can’t find the words anymore, so he just cries. How quickly he would have dropped everything to come home. He would have never looked back had you not ignored him. He thought you hated him. That’s why he stopped calling. He stopped writing. He just stopped. He should have never stopped.

His heart hurts now and he can’t breathe. Wayne pats his shoulder as he tries to comfort his son. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I think we all knew you’d come running home in a heartbeat and you’d gone so far to just come back.”

Eddie shrugs his hand off and heads inside. He just needed to be away from Wayne. But the thought of you still plagued his mind. He sits in the guest room sniffling to himself before he hears a familiar sweet voice and then his own. He opens the door and follows the sound upstairs to an ornate door. It’s got Jupiter’s name on it with puffy star stickers and rocket ships.

He knocks in the door. The voice stops and Jupiter opens the door, “Hi.” She only opens it wide enough for her head to peek through.

“What are you watching?” He tilts his head.

“Um, don't tell Wayne? He doesn’t like me looking through her stuff. He says it’ll make me sad.”

“Never.” He crosses his finger over his heart.

She opens the door wider to reveal her room. There was a mess of papers and vhs tapes on the ground. As Eddie looks around he smiles. Her room was covered in space paraphernalia. Stars on strings, a solar system mobile hangs in one corner. Posters of several rockets and astronauts on the wall. Model rockets decorate her dresser and bookshelves. “You must really like space.”

“I love space.” She smiles, “My name being Jupiter is just a perk.” She sits on the floor, “So I found these tapes in my mom's closet, there was barely anything in it anyway.”

“Which one are you watching now?”

“It was labeled ‘86 ” She hits play on the VCR.

The tape starts in the dark before the camera is set down on a dresser. Eddie smiles as he recognizes the background of his own room. You walk into frame and smile, “And we’re rolling.” You then pounce on the bed jolting the young Eddie awake. “Mr. Munson, it’s 1986. What are your plans for the future?”

Young Eddie groans, “What time is it? It’s too early to answer anything”

“It’s actually late in the morning. Now c’mon answer the question.” You pinch his sides.

“Uh, graduate.” He mumbles.

Eddie laughs at the response, he doesn’t remember this conversation. It was nice to see you and him together again. He feels an itch in the back of his throat.

The video continues, “Okay, then what?”

“What? You want more?” He whines

“Yes, c’mon. You graduate and then… we move into our own place.”

Eddie sits up at the offer, “Yeah? Together?”

“Mhm. and then…?”

“I get a job.”

“Oh? Then so do I.”

“Okay, we both get jobs and save up for…”

“A ring.” Eddie smiles at you longingly, “Then we get married at the courthouse. Nothing crazy, just enough.”

“Enough is good.” You smile widely, “You want to marry me?”

“Of course I do. I love you.” He kisses you.

“Okay okay I love you too.” You can’t help but smile again, “After that, we quit our jobs and get better ones.”

“We do?”

“Yep, And you will pursue music.” Eddie starts to shake his head, “Yes yes, you will. And while you do that, I will become an astronaut.”

“An Astronaut?” Eddie laughs, “So if you were an astronaut where would you go?”

“I'd like to go to the moon.” You claim boldly.

“Just the moon?” He cocks an eyebrow. He’s playing with some of your hair.

“‘Just the moon’?! Fine, um, Mars, be the first Martian.” You fold your arms and frown.

He scoffs.

“Oh c’mon, I’m really trying here.” You flop on top of him in defeat.

“You should be aiming bigger, baby. With a mind like yours, you could land on Jupiter.” He starts to tickle her, “You could grab hold the rings of Saturn in your hands if you wanted to.” Soon both of you are having fits of laughter as you tickle and wrestle each other.

The tape ends and Eddie wipes his nose. Jupiter ejects the tape, “You two really loved each other.”

“We did.” He sighs, “That was way before you though. I got into my music, and your mom…”

“Stayed here.” She says. She doesn’t look at him. She didn’t really like Eddie, but she couldn’t bring herself to say hate. She didn’t hate him, she just wished that he would have come back. Even if he didn’t know she had existed yet, Jupiter wished her dad’s love for mom would have been strong enough for him to have come back.

As she avoids his gaze, Eddie looks around her room. He rubs his sweaty palms on his pants. “I’ll leave you to your scavenging. Thanks for letting me watch.” He heads towards the door, “I think it's nice of you to look at her stuff. She kept it for a reason y’know?”

Jupiter nods, “Thank you… Eddie.”

“No worries.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson angst #rockstar!eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie x black!reader #rockstar!eddie angst

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aoioozora · 4 months ago

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Original Characters Stuff

This is a masterlist for the written (and some art) content I've made for my OCs!

TAGS:

#aoioozora ocs #aoioozora writes #aoioozora draws #ivy vampire salvador #adelheid storm petrel krause #LogAdel

FEATURED OCS:

Arjun Dhingra [@/welldonekhushi] Livi Wittkop [@/blacktacmopsi] Latte Wong [@/milkteaarttime] Jemíma Ámbar del Mar Hernández [@/thatonesillyducko]

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CALL OF DUTY

Modern Warfare

Ivy "Vampire" Valentina Salvador de Almeida

Tag: #ivy vampire salvador Info: 🔸Basic details 🔸Detailed biography 🔸How Ivy got her callsign "Vampire" 🔸More details + Favourite things 🔸Behind the name 🔸OC Interview Incorrect Quotes: 🔸Why Vampire is in the British Army 🔸Period Blood 🔸Indians are British 🔸Tea and Chicken Tikka Masala 🔸Lesbian or American With Canon Characters: 🔸Vampire and Soap's Friendship With Other OCs: 🔸Arjun's opinion of Ivy 🔸Ivy's opinion of Arjun 🔸With Livi Miscellaneous: 🔸Ivy's cousin, Kausalya

Ghosts

Adelheid "Storm Petrel" Krause

Tag: #adelheid storm petrel krause Ship tag: #LogAdel Info: 🔸Basic details 🔸Detailed biography 🔸OC Interview 🔸Face claim Incorrect Quotes: 🔸Dealing with bigots 🔸Crayons 🔸Adelheid gives Logan Cola 🔸Being German 🔸Alone with Riley 🔸When Logan is doing something stupid 🔸Pronouncing Birkenstock With Canon Characters: 🔸With Logan 🔸First Meeting Logan 🔸Relationship with Logan 🔸Dynamic with Keegan 🔸Dynamic with Hesh With Other OCs: 🔸With Latte and Livi 🔸Livi tries to make Adelheid smile 🔸Adelheid and Jemíma 🔸Hesh introduces Latte to Adelheid 🔸Master Race

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #references #aoioozora ocs #ivy vampire salvador #adelheid storm petrel krause #cod original character #cod oc #call of duty oc #aoioozora writes #aoioozora draws #cod ghosts original character #cod ghosts oc #LogAdel

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tezuka-brainrot · 1 year ago

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Figured I should put up an intro post...

Hi! This is my Osamu Tezuka anime and manga blog for any fans of his work! Mainly though I post about Astro Boy and Jetter Mars as those are my favorites!

I live in the USA.

I really enjoy writing, always looking for suggestions on things to write about and tips on improval.

Neurodivergent with ADHD. Also have physical disabilities and am an ambulatory mobility aid user.

Female, but questioning gender. Currently any pronouns are working.

Update: He/They

Do not interact if you are: anti LGBT in any way, racist, ableist, pro cringe culture or bullying, Alabaster fan. (As that is an incredibly outdated series that Tezuka himself said he hates) or proshipper/NSFW artist of characters like Astro and his siblings or Mars as it makes me incredibly uncomfortable when minors are sexualized. I don't care if you are a creator of NSFW for adult characters although I'm not really into that.

My main blog is KosmicPowers where I post about all my other interests, and my AO3 account is Diamond Dusty where I am currently working on an Astro Boy fic.

Also I LOVE the character Cobalt! He is probably my favorite character of any media and my comfort character. Also I kin him to and sometimes roleplay or talk as him because I deeply relate to him. Usually when I do this I will sign off as -Cobalt 🤖💖 to avoid confusion as to who is talking. I know it's kinda weird but I'm a weird person/robot in general... ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

I have shown my real name to a few people I trust in private messages but I'd prefer it is not used where anyone can see it.

Also another favorite character of mine is Doctor Yamanoue from Jetter Mars so I post about him too. I ship him with Kawashimo (and also myself don't judge.) and headcannon him as disabled after surviving the lab incident. I know that he has many flaws and I don't agree with everything he does, but I believe deep down he tries to be a good father.

I feel the exact opposite way about Tenma and he can go die.

Update: um... Screw Yamanoue/lh Expect a lotta Blackjack nows.

#astro boy #jetter mars #mighty atom #osamu tezuka #astro boy cobalt #tezuka star system #intro post #about me #doctor yamanoue #neurodivergent #writer #fictokin #cobalt fan #Yamanoue fan #Tezuka lover #old anime #thanks for stopping by!

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lgwilt · 4 months ago

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10 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @loki-is-my-kink-awakening and @boredintjqueen, thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

A grand total of 10

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

143,259

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I’m currently hopping between wips for Lokius and M*A*S*H (I haven’t posted anything M*A*S*H-related yet, but I'd like to), and semi-actively working on wips for Doctor Who/Life on Mars and Big Finish’s Gallifrey audios. (I'm starting to think prioritisation might be an issue...)

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely!! 💖 Even if it isn't always right away. Comments mean the world, and it’s genuinely a joy to interact with people who love these characters/fandoms as much as I do.

I used to be very shy about leaving comments on fics, but I'm making up for lost time—there's so much talent and love and enthusiasm in each and every one of the fandoms I've engaged with.

5. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

6. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I'd be open to the idea.

7. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Ohhh this is tricky.

Mulder/Scully was formative, Doctor/Master is the template for one of my favourite ship dynamics (friends/lovers -> enemies -> ???), obviously I adore Lokius... the list goes on (and on).

No, I give up, I can’t choose.

8. What are your writing strengths?

Hmmmm.

Character studies, drawing out patterns and overarching Themes™️, building up (piling on?) the angst/emotional tension (or maybe that's just what I enjoy the most, which isn't necessarily the same thing).

Coming up with last lines for chapters or fics is one of my favourite parts of the writing process—I almost always start out knowing exactly how I want a chapter or story to end (then get tangled up in knots trying to get there).

9. What are your writing weaknesses?

Starting with the Big Emotional Scenes and then scrambling to come up with a coherent plot to provide a framework.

Overworking individual sentences/paragraphs (and losing the natural "flow").

Trying to cram all my favourite things into the same scene/chapter/fic (usually a chaotic mess of ideas, disconnected phrases, snatches of dialogue), even when it clearly isn't working. I need to pin "murder your darlings" to my wall.

Relatedly, I write out of order, so I end up spending an inordinate amount of time fretting over how to join the dots between scenes (or within scenes). Sometimes/often I feel like the cracks I've poured cement over are still visible.

10. First fandom you wrote for?

If we’re talking very first? Probably Lord of the Rings when I was in my early teens.

The first fanfic I tried writing as an adult was a Tenth Doctor/Simm!Master epic back in 2015 (which tragically remains unfinished).

First fic posted to AO3 (or anywhere!) was for Doctor Who/Big Finish Eighth Doctor Adventures/Torchwood (posted in 2022, written in 2016).

No-pressure tagging (and probably double tagging) @insert-witty-user-name-here @mirilyawrites @blackbirdofasgard @dewdropreader, and anyone else who sees this 💚

#tag game #writing

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twistedtummies2 · 5 months ago

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Super Beanfest, or Harps & Monsters - Part 2 (Commission)

My final commission for what SHOULD have been my March 2024 round of comms. I am just as angry about how long all this has taken as you are, trust me. -_- ANYWAY...this is the continuation of a multi-part story. The commissioner is @clouddreamer101. For a very long time, they and I have had an idea for a multi-part story for Twisted Wonderland. The story has two basic purposes: introducing their OC, Harmonia (based on the Golden Harp from “Mickey and the Beanstalk”) in a proper piece of writing, and also shipping them with my big lad, Billy (based on Willie the Giant from the same cartoon). The two have been shipped together by us for a VERY long time, so it’s nice to finally write a full and proper story getting that ship sailing.

Oh, there’s also some stuff going on with the canon cast, for the record, with the main focus being Epel Felmier. Because why not? XD

This is the second part of the story, and I will write the other parts with the other commission rounds to come. On that note, if anyone from that next round is reading this, I will be contacting you all sometime within the coming week. YOU CAN FIND PART ONE HERE.

WARNING: THIS SECTION CONTAINS NON-FATAL VORE, BELCHING, VERY MILD RUMP SMOTHERING/BUTT CRUSHING, SOME FANTASY-BASED ACTION, AND GENERAL INSANITY. DON’T LIKE? DON’T READ.

You can find Chapter 3 here.

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THUMP-A-THUMP-A-THUMP.

Harmonia A’Cappella had to hold himself back from flinching at every pounding, powerful footstep that sounded off below him. Ironically, he found comfort in the warm, soft, fatty flesh that acted as a cushion beneath him…though the comfort was slightly marred by the view of five large, strong-looking fingers that could easily curl inwards, cage him, and then crush him to a pulp. The Golden Harp’s descendant bit his lip, trying to not to shudder at such thoughts. He brushed his hair out of his face and tried to keep his focus on the landscape around him, yellow eyes watching the trees go by as the giant that held him stomped through the forest, en route to the Colosseum of Night Raven College. It was only so long, however, before his eyes would wander to other sights: to the strong arm the hand he sat in was attached to; or the giant belly that swayed and shook, padded with more blubber than a whale, below; or even the broad, powerful-looking shoulders and chest that loomed over him. And then his eyes would float upwards towards the face of the ogre…and it was as if a light switch was flipped in the harp-boy’s brain. After all, Billy Geant hardly had the most threatening features. His smile was bright and chipper as he marched along his merry way, humming a soft tune to himself. It was…calming to see such a sweet, happy look on the giant’s face, and for a moment, Harmonia could forget what was, in his mind, a somewhat harrowing situation. But then the eyes would roll and look down on him. And even though the look in them didn’t change, the sensation of being gazed upon by the giant - by eyes that were about as big as Harmonia himself, in comparison - was certainly perturbing. Harmonia would quickly avert his gaze to peer around the wilderness of Sage’s Island. “Doing okay there, little friend?” Billy asked, sweetly and seemingly obliviously. “Yeah,” Harmonia half-lied (he wasn’t hurt or physically uncomfortable, after all). “Are we, ah…a-are we nearly there?” “Yep! It doesn’t take me long to move across this island to the campus; the Colosseum’s just a little further away from things. That’s why they picked it,” Billy replied. “Gotcha. Cool,” mumbled Harmonia, not sure what else to say. Billy blinked and tilted his head…then shrugged and continued his journey. It was less than a minute later when they reached the Colosseum. Billy wasn’t QUITE huge enough to just step over the wall, which Harmonia had half-expected to be the case. He could, of course, climb over the wall…but that would require two hands, and Harmonia was currently occupying one of them. “So…how do we get in?” asked the blonde. Billy smirked, looking rather proud of himself. “For me? It’s super easy,” he giggled, and then began to chant: “Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum…Hee-Hi-Ho-Hum!” SWOOMPH! The giant transformed into a huge cloud of pinkish mist. Harmonia gasped as he suddenly found himself in the grip of a fist made from vapor. How it kept its grasp so tight, he could not fathom…but - with a sensation not unlike riding a log flume ride - he was thrown and pulled over the wall and into the center of the Colosseum. A few seconds later - after hovering precariously in the air, surrounded by the cotton-candy-colored smoke - he heard Geant utter the same chant in reverse, and with another SWOOMPH, the titan reappeared in solid, humanoid form. “Ha HA!” Billy cheered, and made a show of brushing himself off with his free hand, before giving a sort of cocksure smirk. “Pretty cool, huh, little friend? Am I an awesome giant, or am I an awesome giant?”

“Put me down!” was all Harmonia could sputter out, feeling rather disoriented after all that. Billy’s smile faded. He quickly obliged, first sitting down before carefully placing Harmonia down on one of the bleachers on the top row, closest to his head. Harmonia collapsed into the bench with a few gasping breaths. “Are you alright?” Billy asked, his voice unusually soft for someone so massive. Harmonia looked up and swallowed, eyes flickering as he took in the giant’s expression. Billy looked…sad. Maybe even a little scared. Certainly concerned. There was no sign of maliciousness or mocking intensity to his face or his voice. “I’m…I’m f-fine,” Harmonia insisted, and let out a nervous laugh. “Just…j-just haven’t traveled that way before.” “Ohhhhhh,” Billy nodded in understanding, and his smile returned, bright as ever. “Well, don’t you worry, little friend! Now that we’re here, all you have to do is sit there and wait for the Farmers to try and pick you up!” He smirked and looked away, crossing his arms over his chest. “Heh…if they can get close enough…” “I…I guess that’s true…” Billy looked back at Harmonia. He raised an eyebrow, noticing the way the harp boy curled in on himself, looking at anything but the giant. Once more, his smile began to fade. “Are you nervous, Harmonia?” Harmonia looked up at Billy. Silently, he nodded, not sure how wise it would be to give away all the thoughts and feelings he had in that moment. Billy smiled gently. “It’s just a game,” he reminded Harmonia. “When the contest is over, you can go back to Royal Sword, and I can go back to Night Raven. I won’t hurt you, little friend. I told you that before.” “I…I know,” Harmonia admitted, quietly. “It’s just…well…I guess I’m…kinda intimidated by you, y’know?” Billy blinked blankly. “Initiated?” “No, intimidated.” “...Emaciated?” Harmonia sighed. “In-tim-i-dated.” “In-tim-i-dated,” repeated Billy, and nodded. “Got it. Cool. Um…what does…that word mean?”

Harmonia smiled almost sadly. “It means you’re very, very big, and you’re from my school’s rival campus, and so I’m kinda scared.” Billy looked a little hurt. “N-Not REALLY scared!” Harmonia quickly backpedaled. “Just…um…kinda. A little bit. Like…this much.” He held up a thumb and forefinger in a pinched posture to indicate. Billy’s expression cooled. “I getcha,” he said, and smiled. “Well, I can’t do anything about the big part right now - even if I could, I don’t really wanna; being big is super amazing - but if it helps, I don’t really care about the whole ‘rival’ thing between our schools.” “You don’t?” blinked Harmonia. He was a bit surprised: the feud between the two campuses was rather pronounced. Most Night Raven Students were known to attack RSA students on sight. He’d expected the literal giant on campus to be much the same; as far as he knew, the civility Billy had displayed so far was just him being a good sport. “Not really,” Billy confirmed, shaking his head. “I mean…I wanted Night Raven because it’s where my first real friends were. It was just luck the Dark Mirror chose me. But to me, both schools were just as good each other, and still are. I don’t get why little ones fight so much over stuff like that.” Harmonia’s eyes widened a bit. “I feel the same way,” he said. “I mean…it’s not that I’m not proud to be part of Royal Sword, because I am. I don’t think I’d want to study anywhere else. But I really don’t get why it’s such a big deal that our two campuses compete so much. I mean, they’re both pretty great and have some great people in them. It’s kinda silly to me, to be honest.” Billy grinned and nodded in agreement. “Yuh-huh! Exactly! So there’s nothing to worry about!” “I guess not,” chuckled Harmonia, scratching the back of his head. “So, uh…can I ask you a question, big guy?” Billy grinned wider and waved a hand around the empty Colosseum. “We’ve got lots of time, you can ask me anything,” he said. “Well…you ARE descended from the Giant of Happy Valley, aren’t you?” “Oh, yeah!” Billy said excitedly, with a joyful nod. “So, um…y-you...how do you feel about it?” “About what?” “Being related to that Giant?” “Heh. Actually, it’s something I’m super proud of,” grinned Billy, sticking up his head confidently. “I mean, it IS pretty awesome, don’t you think?” “That’s…one word for it, heh…”

“It’s why I love Beanfest! It kinda gives me a chance to follow in my ancestor’s footsteps. It’s one of the few things about my family, I actually am proud of, really…” Billy’s voice trailed off, and a slightly sad look came to his face. Harmonia felt his anxiety ebb as he saw the expression. He glanced over and saw Billy’s hand resting near the bleachers where he sat. Scooting closer, the tiny harp-boy placed his own small palm on one of the giant’s fingers. “I know how you feel,” he said gently. Billy looked up and blinked, wide-eyed. “You…you do?” Harmonia smiled and nodded. The giant began to smile wider once more. “Well, thanks. Um…mind if I ask you a question now?” “Go ahead, big guy.” “How come you got chosen to play the Golden Harp?” Something icy seized Harmonia’s heart. “Oh, uh…n-no reason,” he said, hastily and evasively. Then, before Geant could press him further, he shifted in his seat to face the titan. “So. We have time till the game really gets underway! How ‘bout you tell me a few things about yourself?” “Um…o-okay, I…don’t actually know where to start,” admitted Billy, with obvious embarrassment, tapping his forefingers together childishly. Harmonia giggled, then quickly chose a topic: “Vil Schoenheit is your Housewarden, right?” “Mm-hm!” Billy nodded happily. “Well, why don’t you tell me what he’s like? I’m really curious to know, I’ve…actually been a big fan of his for a while, you see…” “Oh! Well, sure, I’m happy to talk about Mom!” “...Mom…?” “So, the Housewarden is super, SUPER strict, but he’s actually really nice when you get to know him! You know…aside from the whole poisoning people thing, but I guess that just comes with the territory. ANYWAY, when we first met, he was REALLY mean, but I guess I kinda deserved it…” “What makes you think that?” “Okay, so, it happened when I was first sorted into Pomefiore, right…?” Billy thus began to ramble on about his experiences under Vil’s leadership. Harmonia smiled, laughed, and nodded along with his story. He had to admit, he was really warming up to his giant companion. "Maybe this whole event wasn’t such a bad idea after all,” he muttered to himself. “Hm? You say something, little friend?” “No, nothing. Go on, tell me more…”

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“Aaaand click! Now, just gotta prep this post…HashtagSavetheHarp, HashtagForestFarming, HashtagSuperBeanfest! That oughta do it!” “HUMAN! WILL YOU PLEASE STAY QUIET?! THE WHOLE FOREST CAN HEAR YOU!” “Look who’s talking,” grumbled Deuce Spade, nudging both Cater and Sebek. “Keep it down, both of you!” Cater blushed and mimed zipping his lip. Sebek just growled. Near the head of the group creeping through the woods, Epel Felmier shook his head, glancing back with a sigh. At the start of the competition, he had decided it was an obvious but wise idea to split up the Farmers into different sub-groups. He’d elected to make his own team that of the Captain’s Pool…along with one other person… “Rook,” whispered Epel, turning to the grand archer of Pomefiore, who stood to his left. “Make sure those three don’t cause too much trouble.” “Oui, Mon Capitaine,” winked Rook, with a smirk, and scurried back as ordered. Epel nodded, then turned forward. Jack Howl was leading the pack, sniffing as he prowled through the bushes and around the trees. “Still clear, Jack?” Epel checked. “I think so,” grunted the wolfman, and glanced back with an arched eyebrow. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Epel.” “Just trust me,” smiled Epel. “And keep alert.” Jack nodded stiffly, and continued to move forward, the rest of the team trailing behind him. “Jack may have a point,” spoke up a voice from the right. “This strategy seems…a bit too plain.” “Especially with who we’re really up against,” mumbled another from the same basic direction. Epel paused and turned to face the ones who had spoken up. It wasn’t long till his soft eyes met those of Riddle Rosehearts and Felmier’s own dorm leader. “It makes sense to me,” he protested. “With all the other teams fanning out to find gear and keep the Monsters occupied, that gives our team an easy route to reach the Colosseum and rescue the Harp. We just have to charge forward and do what we do best!” “What YOU do best,” Vil Schoenheit retorted, somewhat cuttingly. “And I think you’re missing something important: if any team is going to be a high-profile target, it’s the one with the Head Farmer and his runner ups. Che’Nya can identify us, and he WILL be looking for us.” “Well, yeah, that’s why I have Jack up at the front,” snorted Epel. “He’s got better senses than any of us, so he can keep us posted if danger pops up.” He turned away and continued to move forward, adding almost under his breath: “Besides, I think you’re worrying a little too much about their Captain.” Vil narrowed his eyes. He and Riddle shared a dark look between them, then moved to catch up with Epel. Deuce and Rook waved to Cater and Sebek to follow as they took up the rear, the four checking around carefully. While all of them were armed with bags of beans, none of them had proper gear or camouflage yet; having yet to stumble across any loot crates, they would need to be on highest alert. “If the Captain were that fool, Neige,” Vil whispered, “I might be inclined to agree with you. But I think you are unwise to underestimate the Cheshire Cat.”

“Vil has a point. Trust me,” Riddle butted in. Epel paused again, frowning at them both with some confusion. “What makes you think that pink pussycat will be so much trouble?” he asked, point blank. Vil leaned in close, his expression toxic. “Have you forgotten the lessons I taught you?” he asked, coldly, and lifted a hand, placing a finger to Epel’s forehead, making Felmier freeze up. “There’s always more to a person than what first meets the eye.” Epel gulped slightly and cautiously brushed Vil’s hand away. “But…even Riddle seemed shocked by Billy’s decision!” he exclaimed. “And he knows Che’Nya better than anybody, except maybe Trey…” “I was shocked,” Riddle confirmed, with a nod and a cross of his arms. “But not for the reasons you expect. Billy actually made an EXCELLENT choice.” Epel blinked. For the first time, a look of slight dread crossed his features. Riddle smirked for a split-second, and then elaborated… “Che’Nya is NOT like many other students at RSA. Most of them play things by the book. There are exceptions, of course - Matthew Satyr is fond of a few tricks here and there, according to James - but they are, at the end of the day, what I think Ace would call ‘goody two-shoes.’ They won’t use the same tactics and don’t have the same ideals as many at Night Raven have. Che’Nya is another story: he’s a Cheshire Cat. They are creatures of chaos and deception; they thrive on conflict and take great delight in trickery. While there are lines he won’t cross, there are also boundaries he’ll step over that others at RSA wouldn’t. He’s much more cunning, much more clever, than he seems at first, and he uses that fact to his advantage.” Epel nodded slowly, digesting all this information. He glanced between Vil and Riddle. “If I were you, I’d take the hint. After all, we’re your seniors,” snorted Riddle, huffishly. “Age and grade level have nothing to do with it,” Vil put in, and looked sternly at Epel. “It may do you well, regardless, to take our advice.” Epel looked Vil up and down, then took a deep breath… “Jack?” he called out. “Have you smelled anything yet?” “No, not so far,” the lycanthrope replied. Epel let out the deep breath, and smiled with slight triumph. “For now, I think you’re overselling him,” he said to the two, and tossed his head. “Now come on! After all, I’M the Captain this time.” With a slightly over-proud smirk, he tromped away. Riddle glared and reached out a hand, opening his mouth to protest…but stopped when Vil swept out an arm to block him. His own expression was icy. Silently, he shook his head at Riddle and mouthed three words: Let him learn. Riddle looked skeptical - and a bit miffed at obviously being ordered around - but stepped back obligingly. The two Housewardens nodded respectfully to one another, and continued to follow Epel.

Meanwhile, at the back of the posse, the four other students had gathered into a sort of box-like formation, and were each eyeing different points. Cater and Sebek would jog forward a few steps, then turn around and steadily walk backwards, to keep their eyes on the rear flanks. Deuce and Rook, meanwhile, were peering through the gaps in the trees, to see if there was anything they could spy which the four others ahead had missed. “Have you spotted anything of interest yet, Monsieur Spade?” Rook checked. “No, not so far,” Deuce answered, and looked towards Rook. “How about you?” “Oui,” smirked Rook with a nod. “After all, a Hunter must be always aware of his surroundings.” Deuce halted, and Sebek and Cater came to a sharp stop behind them. “What do you see?” he asked, seriously. “Monsters?” “Non,” Rook replied, and waved a hand off in another direction. “Something much more useful. Ah, like rye on troubled waters; mana from the Heaven’s above!” “...You see bread?” droned Deuce. “How’s that gonna help us, we don’t need snacks…right now…” “It is an expression,” chortled Rook, and then called out to the leaders. “Mon Capitaine! Rois du Poison! Riddle, Jack! Je crois que je vois des fournitures!” “What did he say?” Sebek blinked, whispering to Cater. “I dunno,” Cater shrugged. “Sounded totes romantic though! Hey, can you repeat that, Rook? Wanna share that with my followers!” “He said he’s found some supplies,” smirked Jack, before Rook could do any such thing, as he trotted past Epel and the Housewardens and moved in the direction Hunt had indicated. “HUZZAH!” boomed Sebek, and followed them quickly. “TO ARMS, THEN!” Cater and Deuce blinked after them, and looked at each other. “Jack can speak French?” Cater whispered. Deuce shrugged. It was news to him, too. The pair soon caught up with Rook and Sebek. Epel, Riddle, and Vil soon followed as well, the three leading members glancing around briefly to make sure they weren’t being followed, before slipping between a gap in the bushes after their partners. They found themselves in a fairly small, crescent-shaped clearing; it was hard to tell if it was natural or man-made. Regardless, at the base of a tree at the opposite end from where the arrived, they could see a particularly large wooden crate, with the Farmer team’s insignia stenciled upon it. “Strange,” mumbled Jack, inspecting the crate. “It’s not locked.” “Maybe someone already claimed what was inside it?” suggested Deuce. “Only one way to find out,” Epel grinned.

“Careful now,” Vil spoke up, warningly. “This feels too easy, don’t you think?” “Again, you’re worrying too much,” Epel replied, dismissively. “Perhaps you’re not worrying enough,” scowled Vil. “A large crate, unlocked, unguarded, all for us?” “What’s wrong about that? We’re getting all the goods we need on a silver platter!” grinned Cater, as Sebek moved to flip open the lid of the box. “Exactly,” said Vil. “Never trust a silver platter.” “Vil may have a point,” said Jack, and looked at Epel. “I’ll stand guard at the entrance, see if anybody is trying to sneak up on us.” “Good idea,” nodded Epel. “Thanks, Jack.” Jack grunted and blushed slightly, muttering, “Just doing my job,” before striding over to the spot in question. Meanwhile, Deuce and Riddle were digging into the crate, pulling out the items inside to pass out to the rest of the team. “Ha Ha! Looks like we hit the mother lode!” Deuce declared. “Enough bean shooters for six of us…” “...And one of le Roi de Ta Chambre’s Bean Launchers pour moi!” chuckled Rook, hugging the sniper-rifle-esque weapon close and patting it. “Ah, mon bleu…it is like Christmas has come early!” “Which is precisely why we should be on guard,” Vil spoke up, even as he checked his launcher and quickly began to load it with beans. “Something like this is too good for the Monster team to pass up.” “Whoa…I’m glad none of the Farmers got here first, I have to admit!” Epel grinned, as he reached into the box and pulled out a familiar-looking beret and special camouflaged jacket. “Heh…hey, these are my size…” “Are you even listening?!” snapped Riddle. “I’d love to see any of those humans get near us now,” smirked Sebek, checking the sight on his shooter. “Awww, man, there’s no other outfits in there. Uncool, I was hoping for another mega cammable photo like the last couple Beanfests,” huffed Cater. Riddle’s eye twitched…and he facepalmed. “That’s a no,” he growled to himself. “Keep your eyes on the trees,” Vil whispered to his fellow housewarden. “At least two of us know better than to have rose-colored glasses on…” “Nya-ow, that hardly seems fair,” a familiar voice sounded out, from above and behind them. “After all, Riddle loves roses! And rose-colored anything sounds purr-fect to me!” Everyone (except Vil) seemed to nearly jump out of their skin, and whirled about to face the voice. Many eyes widened (and a few others narrowed) as they saw the familiar figure of Che’Nya lounging lazily in the bough of a tree overhead. He was dressed in a long purple-and-green trenchcoat - typical of a Monster team leader - beneath which was, appropriately, a black “catsuit” and fingerless black gloves. He carried a long pole-net, similar to one Rook had used a couple of Beanfests back, and wore goggles not unlike the sort Azul had worn once upon a time.

Epel felt himself step back. As he saw the Cheshire Cat’s slight, toothy grin, combined with this arraignment, he suddenly had a feeling maybe Riddle and Vil had been making a good point. “Hello there,” cooed the Cheshire Cat, and winked. “Did you like the present I left for you all?” “You left this for us?” Deuce blinked. “Why?” “Well, it’s no fun if my little mice don’t have a CHANCE to win, is it?” Che’Nya almost seemed to pout. “I’d say you’ve ruined your own chances,” Sebek growled, baring his own fangs and pointing his bean shooter up at the Cheshire Cat. “After all, we have you outnumbered!” Che’Nya grinned a little wider. His long, bushy, pink tail swished in the space between the tree branches and the ground. “Do you?” he meowed, and melodramatically threw one hand across his forehead. “Oh, dearie me-ow! What-EVER will I do?” With a flute-like giggle, Che’Nya then snapped his fingers…and with many a rattling, scraping sound of branches and twigs being disturbed, a group of seven other Monsters - all RSA students that none of the others recognized - popped out from behind the cover of the trees. Each wielded a different trapping device; two of them held nets like Che’Nya’s, another two had large claw-like weapons, which Jack knew all too well; the remaining pair had larger nets, which they whipped about with a flourish around their heads. “WHAT?!” barked Jack, alarmed, as he lifted his own bean shooter, the rest of the team, trying to keep an eye on their surrounding attackers. “How? I never picked up your scents!” Che’Nya whistled from the treetops. Jack looked up…and his eyes widened as he saw a small, black aerosol can held in the cat’s hand. Che’Nya winked and waggled it about teasingly. “Scent-disguising spray. I made sure to pack enough to mask all the Monsters on my personal ‘strike team,’” he purred. “Pretty neat, right, doggy?” Jack snarled violently. Epel cursed under his breath, realizing how thoroughly he and his team had been played. “Alright, guys,” he started to say, as Che’Nya hopped down from the tree, twirling his pole-net with a cocky smirk. Carefully, Epel began to move into a battle-ready posture. “It looks like we’re going to have to-” “RETREAT!” The sudden, sharp, frigid-sounding command caught everyone off-guard. It came not from Epel, but from Vil. Standing ramrod-straight, with all the authority of a military general, Vil fired two beans, putting out two of the Monsters who were trying to block the way they’d come - one with a claw-arm, another with a net. “Retreat!” he repeated. “Conserve your ammo and retreat!” For a few seconds, the remaining members of the team hesitated. Epel quickly realized why: Vil wasn’t the Captain. He was. They were waiting for his command. Against his better judgment, he hastily called out: “Yes! Retreat! Retreat now!” “Nya! No you don’t!” mrowled Che’Nya, and at almost the same time ordered his own troops: “SNAG ‘EM!”

The remaining Monsters lunged forward, but by now the NRC gang was in motion. Jack held open the gap, beaning out another two Monsters, as Epel, Vil, Deuce, Cater, and Sebek raced through and fled into the woods. Riddle was the last to run, urging Jack to get moving as well. He readied his own Bean Shooter, aiming at Che’Nya… …And missing, as the cat disappeared in an instant as the Rosehearts pulled the trigger. A second later, Riddle yelped as a spider-web-like material flew over his head seemingly out of nowhere, surrounding his whole body. Riddle froze up as Che’Nya reappeared, grinning with mischievous glee as he held the magical net. “Gotcha!” he sang out happily, swishing his tail gleefully, then turned to his remaining Monsters. “Go on, kittens! Follow them!” The RSA students all voiced their acquiescence, and trotted after the fleeing NRC Farmers. Riddle sighed as he watched them go, and gave a miffed look at the Cheshire Cat. “Congratulations,” he drawled. “Well-played.” “Awww, thanks, Riddle!” meowed Che’Nya, seemingly genuinely delighted at the praise. “I mean, I know I’m purr-fect, but it’s nice to hear somebody else remind me.” Riddle rolled his eyes. “Well, don’t get too confident. You haven’t won yet.” Che’Nya giggled. “Ooh-hoo-hoo! If your Head Farmer doesn’t learn better strategy, it won’t be long till my team DOES win.” Che’Nya swiftly secured the net in place, stringing a new “web” into the pole’s expanding center. He then smirked and playfully patted Riddle on the head. “Now, you just stay riiiiight here. We’ll have some strawberry tarts when it’s all done, okay? See ya!” Before Riddle could reply, the Cheshire Cat had disappeared. The head of Heartslabyul sighed again, and sat down petulantly, huffing behind the cage of the net as he puffed out his cheeks. “Someone’s head will roll for this,” he grumbled.

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“I spy, with my little eye, something…white.” “It’s a cloud.” “Nice job, little friend! Now I spy, with my little eye, something else that’s white.” “It’s a cloud.” “Wow! You’re on a roll! Okay, now I spy with my little eye-” “Can I take a wild guess and say it’s another cloud?” “HOW DID YOU KNOW?!” Harmonia let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a light laugh, shaking his head with a weary smile. “Just lucky,” he mumbled. Billy just smiled with real admiration, and looked back up at the sky. The giant and the harp had been sitting pretty in the Colosseum for a while now. It was very quiet; the Farmers and Monsters duking it out in the forests across the island beyond were much too far away to register in Harmonia’s ears, and even Billy’s heightened senses could only really pick up faint smatterings of commotion. To be honest, each was feeling a bit bored. Harmonia, for his part, was twiddling his thumbs and fidgeting in his seat. His brow was knitted in thought; he was pondering what Che’Nya had told him when he’d confided in the cat about his misgivings over his role as the Golden Harp. The cat had indicated there were other things he could do than just “sit pretty,” as he was doing now. And with boredom overcoming his brain, the golden boy was wondering what those other things could be. Unfortunately, nothing came to mind. “Ahhhhhhmmmmmmmm…I’m feelin’ kinda sleepy…” Harmonia looked up at the giant. Billy lightly scratched his nose and smiled in a blithe, lazy way, eyes half-lidded as he reclined back against the wall of the great Colosseum. A brief lightbulb seemed to go off in the harp’s head, and he spoke up, scooting closer. “Why not take a nap, or go walk around?” he suggested. Billy glanced at Harmonia and chuckled, shaking his head. “Nice try, little treasure, but it’s not gonna be that easy.” “...T-Treasure…?” “I’m not falling asleep while on watch,” the giant went on, not noticing the blonde’s reaction. He then checked a wristwatch he was wearing. “And it’s not my time to walk yet.” “Your…time to walk?” Harmonia repeated, curiously. “Yuh-huh!” chirruped Billy, bobbing his head in a happy nod and pointing at the watch. “See, in the legend, when the Farmers arrived at the Giant’s castle, he wasn’t there. Yet. He was patrolling around his territory and came inside for lunch when he found them trying to steal from him. So, to kinda…kinda…um…home-lodge…?”

“Homage?” “Yeah, that word! To do that, the Headmages told me to routinely patrol a specific distance around the Colosseum, for specific amounts of time. You can’t leave, but it gives the other team a fairer shot at getting in here, and also gives me a chance to stop people ahead of time if I catch them. Makes everything fair, and acts as a nice callback to the story.” “Huh,” blinked Harmonia, and cocked his head. “I…guess I forgot that part of the legend.” “Lots of people do,” chuckled Billy, and slung his arms behind his head, eyes closed as he slothfully basked in the daylight. “I mostly just remember because it’s part of my family history.” Harmonia nodded quietly. A faint blush was painting his cheeks as he looked up and down Billy where the giant rested. Something…strange, unfamiliar, was flowing into his bloodstream, filling his heart and his mind with feelings he’d never really experienced before. Something about seeing this big, soft, rather handsome young giant stretch out - so careless, and so content - was sending a new sort of warmth through his veins and arteries, different from that coming from the sunlight above. He gazed down at Billy’s large, buttery belly…took in the way it folded at the sides, how it sagged and nestled down onto his tree-sized thighs. Peering closely, he swore he could see the indentation formed by the ogre’s navel, right in the center of the purple-and-green camo top. The stomach rumbled deeply, suddenly, and one of Billy’s huge hands swept over and scratched at its upper curve with two fingers. As this happened, the giant let out a deep, almost hoggish grunting noise. Harmonia felt the warmth heighten inside of him, and his eyes drifted back up to Billy’s face. With his eyes closed, his smile so satisfied and almost smug, the giant looked…not just cute, but…honestly really, REALLY handsome. Then one of Billy’s eyes opened, quizzically. His tone matched it as he spoke. “What’s up, little friend? Have I got something on my face?” asked Billy, scratching one of his plump cheeks with the same two fingers. “N-No!” Harmonia said, and then cleared his voice when he realized his voice had cracked. He shook his head, wondering what on Earth was going through his mind now. “Oh,” Billy blinked, now with both eyes open. An innocent, perplexed look was on his face. “Then…what were you staring at?” “Nothing,” Harmonia lied. “I was just thinking, um…it must be pretty cool. To know so much about the legend, I mean.” Billy smiled, clearly accepting that answer, much to Harmonia’s relief. “Ha! Well, like I said, it’s the one thing in my family history I’m proud of,” he repeated. “I didn’t get along well with my parents, but I’m genuinely really glad to be descended from the Giant of Happy Valley. It…kinda makes me feel…I dunno, like I’ve got something more important in me, y’know? I like that feeling.” “Well, that makes one of us,” snorted Harmonia, rolling his eyes. “Personally, I would have given anything NOT to be descended from the Golden Harp, but-” Harmonia froze and clapped his hands over his mouth as he realized what he said. He looked up at Billy with sudden mortification as the giant suddenly sat up straighter. He looked down, slack-jawed and wide-eyed, at A’Cappella. “Y-You’re…you’re descended from…the harp?” Billy asked, breathlessly.

“Y-yes,” Harmonia confirmed, a little hesitantly, worried about where this might go. Billy was visibly starting to hyperventilate. “The harp? Like…THE harp?” he pressed. Harmonia scooted away and gave a frightened sort of nod, as he felt the warmth of the ogre’s breath from that open mouth. “Y-yes, I…I am,” he peeped, bracing himself. Billy Geant took a deep breath…and then let out a squeal of childish delight, clapping his hands excitedly and wiggling where he sat like an overgrown kindergartner. “That is SO COOL! Wow, it’s almost like this was meant to be! Ha Ha! No wonder the Headmages wanted to do things this way, it all makes sense now!” “Y-Yeah, I…I guess it would,” Harmonia replied, slowly, a little overwhelmed by the enthusiastic response…then let out an “eep!” as Billy’s head swooped in closer. He all but had stars in his giant eyes. “How does that work, huh? Like…how are you descended from her? You don’t have strings or anything…wait! Did she REALLY have strings? Was she not an actual harp? Or…o-or was it, like, something she just called herself? Like a stage name? Oh, gosh, I have SO MANY QUESTIONS, THIS IS AWESOME!” The booming roar of joy made Harmonia flinch, but a slight, crooked smile returned to his face. He was…not expecting this kind of reaction. He’d half-expected Billy to go berserk with rage, or to suddenly demand to keep him like a pet, or something…but instead, he was just excited to learn more. “I…w-well, um…it’s a bit complicated. Basically, the original Harp no longer has any sentience or power. She’s sitting in a museum, dead to the world. I don’t really know WHY, but the Golden Harp’s power is passed on genetically, and has been through my family tree,” he explained. “Every other generation, a new person gains the Unique Magic the Harp had, and…well…now that person is me. So we’re not exactly related in BLOOD, per say, but the Golden Harp literally resonates within me.” “Whoa,” murmured Billy, looking and sounding spellbound, seated cross-legged with all the energy of a toddler listening to his mother tell him a story. “And…Happy Valley? Have you actually been there?” Harmonia nodded. “Not for a long time,” he said. “But yes, I’ve been there.” “Why aren’t you there now?” Billy asked, cocking his head. “Doesn’t the Valley need the Harp’s power to prosper?” “Again, it’s kinda complicated,” chuckled Harmonia, rubbing one arm. “Don’t worry, though, all you need to know is it’s not in any danger right now. Which is more than okay by me, because I don’t really wanna go back there anytime soon.” “I guess it’s not as ‘happy’ as the legend made it sound?” Billy asked, rather ruefully. “Depends on who you ask,” Harmonia mumbled. Billy looked Harmonia up and down briefly…then grinned. “So…do you sing?” he asked, rather shyly. “Or…o-or is that just something you can do with your Unique Magic?”

“Oh, sure, I can sing!” Harmonia smiled. “My Unique Magic just gives my singing special power. It’s not like I need the power to perform, it’s…more like my performance is a conduit for that power.” “Ohhhhh, I see,” Billy nodded, surprisingly seeming to understand the word “conduit.” This was almost as surprising as his next question: “So, what kinda music do you like most?” Harmonia’s smile widened. His heart seemed to flip for a moment in his chest. He wasn’t sure why, but…that question meant a lot. He’d expected the giant to ask more about his family, or to demand that he sing for him, but…Billy just…wanted to know more about HIM. And Harmonia was happy to tell him. He’d officially decided it: he liked Billy. “Well, like I was telling Epel, before everyone else got to the rendezvous point: my specialty is classical, but I also like other genres.” “Classical? Like opera?” “Yes, actually! Do…you like opera?” “Heh…sorry, I’m…kinda more of a wrestling than an opera guy. Another little friend of mine - Eli - likes opera, though; he’s even shown me some bits of music! It’s soooo cool the way people can sing like that…” “Well, maybe I can sing for you sometime, if you’d like?” “Oh! Well, um…I wouldn’t mind, but only if you want to, heh. I mean…I’m guessing, being the Harp, a lot of people ask you to sing for them, and I-I don’t wanna make you do that unless you really wanna.” This simple admission made Harmonia’s smile widen. His heart seemed to flip in his chest. In that instant, he officially decided it: he liked Billy. He liked him very much. “We’ll see,” he promised the giant. “So…wrestling, huh? I don’t know much about that, but are you any good at it?” “HA! Am I any good? I’m the BEST! Hey, um…d-do you mind if I…tell you a bit?” “We’ve still got lots of time, and I liked hearing you tell me all about Pomefiore. You can tell me anything you want to, big guy.” Billy grinned widely and made a happy squeaking sound. “Alright! Hee hee…y’know something, little harp? I think you and I are gonna be SUPER good friends!” Harmonia’s smile became warm and soft. He somehow found that phrases like “little treasure” and “little harp” weren’t so bad when coming from this handsome, sweetheart titan’s mouth. “You know something, Billy? I think you’re absolutely right.”

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Epel Felmier took a few heavy, deep breaths as he leaned against a tree, palms resting on the bark and head turned down. He and his crew had made it to a safe haven, somehow managing to give Che’Nya and his allies the slip. His breath hitched and he froze up for a moment, as he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He turned around fast - faster than he probably expected - startling the one who had placed their hand there. Two peacock-feather eyes widened - one surrounded by the tattoo of a playing card spade - before softening in concern. “Hey…are you okay?” Epel sighed with relief and smiled gratefully at Deuce. “Yeah. Sorry, just…that was close.” Deuce smirked slightly. “Heh. Trust me, I noticed,” he chuckled, then seemed to squirm uncomfortably. “Um…on that note, uh…you might have a problem.” Rubbing the back of his head with one hand, Deuce jabbed the thumb of his other over his shoulder. Epel blinked his large, aqua-hued eyes around Deuce. In the distance, he could see Sebek, Cater, and Jack all arguing. His heart sank, and alarm filled his heart, when Jack just snorted and flipped a hand dismissively in the air, turning away. A second later, Sebek snorted right back, and picked up his bean shooter, gesturing to Cater. Diamond looked a bit uncertain, but did the same…as the two began to walk away from the group. “H-Hey…HEY!” Epel called out, and ran over to the pair. They stopped and turned to face him as he frowned upon approaching. “Where are you two going?” “To the Colosseum,” announced Sebek. “It IS our intended destination for all Farmers, is it not? And I am very much finished dealing with silly humans and their pathetic plans!” “Jeeze, Sebek…HashtagHarshMuch?” muttered Cater, and moved around him to face Epel directly, an apologetic look on his face. “Listen, uh…after what happened to Riddle, both of us are kinda feeling like maybe we’d have better luck going YOLO Solo.” “...Yo-Yo what?” “Basically, we wanna do this on our own terms,” Cater explained. “Heh…so…sorry, Captain. We’re breaking off.” “But…b-but you can’t just-!”

“We can and we will,” sniffed Sebek, snootily. “I will not disgrace the name of the Great Malleus and House Diasomnia by being led astray by one who does not know how to lead! Now, come, Diamond! We have a harp to save!” Sebek marched off authoritatively. Cater sighed and then gave Epel another feeble smile. “Between you and me,” he whispered, “I mostly just want to go with him to make sure he doesn’t get netted in about five seconds flat. No hard feelings, kay-kay?” Epel tried to smile back, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. Unsure of what to say, he just nodded. Cater chuckled and gave a mock salute and a wink, then jogged after Sebek. “DIAMOND! PICK UP THE PACE!” “Stop yelling so much! C’mon, Sebek, this isn’t social media; keep a low profile!” Epel’s weak smile disappeared as he watched the pair go. A sudden wave of hopeless guilt flowed over him. He glanced back towards Deuce. Spade smiled, but the look was as feeble as Epel’s own had been seconds before. He then looked towards Jack Howl, who was leaning against a tree with a grumpy sort of look on his face. Jack didn’t even seem to acknowledge him. A sort of prim-sounding sigh caught Epel’s attention, and he turned to see Vil and Rook standing near another tree; each had been checking their ammunition supply. “Rook? Would you be so kind as to follow Sebek and Cater?” he requested. “They clearly have no solid plan in mind, perhaps you could assist there.” “Ahhh…well, to hunt a giant would be a real challenge. Magnifique!” cheered Rook, with a smile that was perhaps slightly too wide. He then looked at Epel, rubbing his hands together. “What does Mon Capitaine say?” Epel was taken aback. He glanced between the pair…then nodded. This time, he was able to find his voice. “Yes. Go after them. Please make sure to keep them safe. If you reach the Colosseum, help them figure out a way to get to Harmonia.” “Oui, Monsieur Pommette!” Rook declared, with an elegant bow, and picked up his Bean Launcher before sprinting off after the retreating breakaways. Epel watched Rook go, then turned to Vil. The icy lord of Pomefiore glared at him, and the Poison Apple glared right back, his hands curled into fists at his side. “Don’t look so petulant,” sniffed Vil. “It’s hardly becoming for anybody.” “Do NOT give me orders right now,” Epel growled, a bit of fire sparking in his vocal chords as he went on. “What in tarn-I mean…wh-what do you think you’re doing?! Who’s running this rodeo, huh?!” Vil arched a single, immaculate eyebrow. “I’m not sure,” he replied, coolly and calmly. “Why don’t you tell me?” “You’ve been undermining my command since this started!” Epel protested. “Telling the others to retreat, giving Rook orders…!” “...Warning you about Che’Nya and the loot crate,” Vil finished, in the same tone. “How did failing to listen to me pan out for us?”

“You are not the one in charge here!” snapped Epel, jabbing a finger in Vil’s direction, then pointing at himself. “I’M the one who was chosen to lead the Farmers!” “Then I suggest you start leading them.” Epel turned red as any delicious apple. “Being a leader doesn’t just mean ordering people about. I consider that more of a perk to the job,” Vil said, a slight smirk crossing his face on the last few words, before falling again. “In a film or a play, the director steers the ship, but a good director will also know to trust their performers or their crew. They listen to advice and suggestions, and think ahead towards the final product in a broader sense. They only give orders when something has to be done, has to be fixed, and only they can make it happen.” There was a pause. “I am not trying to undermine your efforts, Epel,” Vil went on. “Though I’ll admit it is irksome to act as underling to one of my own underclassmen, I’ve seen that you have the potential to be a good leader. You’re a capable warrior, and you have no great shortage of self-confidence despite everything…but what you lack is the ability to see the big picture. I am an experienced leader of more than one sort.” “That doesn’t mean I can relinquish command,” sneered Epel. “No,” Vil agreed. “Nor do I want you to. But don’t dismiss me simply because of the history we have, or the situation we’re in.” So saying, he stood straight and tall before Epel, almost like a soldier. “Every leader needs a guide. A queen needs a counselor. A director needs a manager. You’re the conductor of this performance, Epel; will you let me help you write the score, or is the symphony going to be nothing but chaotic noise?” Epel looked at Vil for a bit longer, his expression hard to read…then took a deep breath, and let it out. His face became contrite. “I…I’m sorry,” he said quietly, then quickly cleared his throat and strengthened his voice. “Ahem…I’m sorry. I guess I got a little too carried away with the responsibility. You’re right. It’s my fault Riddle got caught, and most of my decisions so far haven’t been the best. I don’t want to lose anymore people, so…if you’re willing to offer help, I’ll accept it.” Vil’s lips quirked into a slightly victorious smile. But there was more than supercilious triumph in the expression; he seemed proud of Epel. “Well, I can hardly let you make a mockery of my own dorm while I’m around, can I?” he teased. Epel smiled and then turned to Jack and Deuce. “Are you two still with us?” he asked. The two were smirking, standing side by side. They’d heard everything. “I’m not goin’ anywhere!” Deuce grinned, and pumped his fists. “Doesn’t matter what Che’Nya or even Billy decides to throw at us! I’m not letting our school down. We’re winning this game, and I’m with the Captain all the way!”

“You and Vil are the alphas here,” intoned Jack. “Where you decide to go, I will follow. It’s just what wolves do.” “Well. Good to know somebody knows their place,” smirked Vil, a glimmer in his eyes. Jack blushed and growled, quickly turning away. “Don’t read too much into it. I just don’t wanna give Sebek the satisfaction of thinkin’ he’s right,” he grumbled. Vil chuckled, while Deuce and Epel sniggered. “So,” Epel said at length, adjusting the beret atop his head as he looked up at Vil, before picking up his bean shooter. “Have you got any suggestions for what to do next?” “I do indeed,” Vil replied, picking up his own gun. “With your permission, Captain?” “By all means,” grinned Epel. “Fine,” Vil said, and waved for Jack and Deuce to step closer, so they could plot more privately. “Here’s what I think we should do next…”

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Glllllrrrrrrlllllg… Harmonia winced and clutched his belly, biting his lip. Billy Geant paused and blinked down at the harp; in his fat mitts he held half of a large sandwich - which was stuffed with cheese, garlic cloves, a couple slices of lettuce, and an entire chicken leg. He’d packed his snack into one of the small packs nestled against his hip (part of his Beanfest uniform). He gulped down a mouthful of food, licking some stray flecks of black pepper off his plump lips, before addressing the little harp boy. “Hey, are you okay?” “Y-yeah,” stammered Harmonia with a nod, rubbing his small stomach. “Just, uh…kinda hungry. I didn’t really eat very much for breakfast.” “Neither did I,” Billy said. “Just six eggs, thirteen strips of bacon, four sausage links, a bit of ham, three large pancakes, a bunch of grapes, and a few glasses of chocolate milk. Pretty light stuff.” “O-Oh,” was all Harmonia could reply with, rather flabbergasted. “Yeah,” Billy sighed, and gestured to his sandwich. “Hence why I figured I might need this. So, um…what did you eat for breakfast.” “Oh, um…a muffin.” “...One muffin.” “Yeah.” “Just one.” “Uh-huh.” “How big was this muffin?” “Um…muffin-sized, I guess? Like, not one of those really big ones, but-” “Did you…have anything else to go with that?” “Well, I drank some tea.” “...And?” “That’s it.” Billy was staring at Harmonia as if he was shocked the harp was even alive and breathing. “I-I’ll be fine till the contest, is over, really!” Harmonia eeked out, worriedly, afraid he’d somehow angered the giant. “Nope,” Billy responded, in a stern, firm kind of voice, and stuck out his tongue as he pinched one of the unbitten edges of his sandwich, and pulled away a bit of bread with some chicken and cheese attached to it. To him, it was not much more than a crumb, but to Harmonia, it was the size of…well…a chicken-and-cheese sandwich. “Here. Have this, at least.” “I-I don’t really-” “Eat it.” Harmonia gulped nervously. Billy’s voice and face made it clear the giant would brook no denial. Remembering Epel’s warning from earlier that day, the harp reached out and muttered a quiet word of thanks, taking the sandwich in his hands.

Billy didn’t look away. He didn’t even blink. He was clearly not going to do either till A’Cappella took at least one bite of food. So, Harmonia did. The instant he did so, his face lit up, fear and nerves fading as he tasted the crispy, toasted bread…the excellently roasted chicken…the flavorful, sharp cheddar cheese… “Wow, this…this is…really good!” he murmured. “I mean…it’s not extravagant, but…it’s still delicious!” “I always use the best ingredients,” smiled Billy, nodding with satisfaction, the brief cloud that had fallen over his expression dissipating immediately. “I think I did a pretty good job with the chicken; had to get up early to make sure it would be fresh and hot-” “Wait! You cooked the chicken in this yourself?” “Yep!” Billy chirped, before taking another bite of his sandwich. The next things he said were half-spoken with a full mouth, and half-spoken after he swallowed: “See, I’ve kinda had to fend for myself for a long time. So I learned how to cook a lot of things to keep my belly full. Incidentally, I guess one other thing I can thank my family for is our special recipe…” “Special recipe?” “Chocolate-glazed pot roast!” boomed Billy, proudly. “I’ll have to share some with you sometime; it’s been in the family ever since the original Giant!” Harmonia giggled. “Maybe you should have made some of that to eat for this event,” he teased. “Would have been fitting.” “Yeah, well, a sandwich is a lot easier to pack,” chuckled Billy, waggling the remains of the sandwich in the air before stuffing the rest into his mouth. Even as he continued to bite and chew his own bit of edible goodness, Harmonia couldn’t help but watch as the giant stuffed the entire sandwich past his broad, sharp-and-strong-looking teeth and into his vast mouth. He watched those pudgy cheeks puff up a bit more as he chewed, and shuddered a little as he heard the molars and incisors crunch through the solid bone of the chicken leg as easily as if it were a graham cracker. After a few chomps, Billy tilted his head back, and Harmonia saw his Adam’s Apple bob in his neck as he swallowed the remainder of the sandwich down into his great belly in a single gulp. Billy then sighed, and patted his belly…before grunting, grimacing, and thumping his chest. His lips flapped as a big, whopping burp left his mouth, echoing through the colosseum. “BUUUURRRRROOOORRRRRRRP! Hoo! Oh, man, I needed that! Pretty good, huh, little friend?” he grinned down at Harmonia, clearly proud of himself. Harmonia was afraid of answering vocally; his voicebox seemed to have seized up, and he could feel his cheeks turning pink as a pair of rosebuds. So he simply gave a thumbs-up. Judging from the way Billy’s eyes brightened and his smile grew wider, that was enough for the commodious colossus. Harmonia’s own smile widened in return. So far, this whole experience really hadn’t been as bad as he expected. He and Billy had found much to talk about, and much to share, and he was quickly finding the giant’s company…pleasant, to say the least. The blush on his own face agreed with him on that last part.

All in all, he was beginning to think that maybe everything he’d learned about giants had been a lie. The half-harp was about to say this…but stopped short of doing so when Billy’s smile faded. His eyes widened and his ears seemed to prick up slightly as he turned his head quickly, looking around on obvious high alert. As the ogre sniffed at the air with his small, round nose, Harmonia found himself on the verge of giggling; the whole demeanor of the giant was so like a big puppy dog, distracted by something they smelled in the distance, he couldn’t help himself. “Is…something the matter?” he asked, slowly. “Maybe,” mumbled Billy, then looked to Harmonia with a stern sort of expression. He jabbed one huge finger - larger than Harmonia was tall - in the Golden Harp’s direction. “Stay right here, don’t move.” Harmonia, a bit startled by the shift in demeanor, crossed his heart to show he wouldn’t. Billy smirked for a split second, then groaned as he hauled his hulking mass up onto his feet. His hands slapped against his trousers - the clapping made Harmonia wince and adjust his hearing aid - and he began to move around the circumference of the arena. He sniffed the air several times, eyes darting about in a chary, wary way. It took Harmonia a few seconds longer than he personally felt comfortable with to realize what was happening: the giant was hunting. The Farmers had finally arrived. Within the halls that stretched through the behind-the-scenes interior of the colosseum, three figures crept quietly. They paused before an open portal, which led out to the stadium field, from between the rows of stands. Each was dressed in a Night Raven athletics uniform…and one wore a baseball cap. This one carried a Bean Launcher; their forest green eyes and blonde pageboy-style hair made it clear who they were, which likely made the identities of the two students behind them equally obvious. Especially given the Farmer patches each had pinned to their outfits. “I can’t believe we’re the first ones here!” hissed Cater. “Like, this is gonna make my likes and shares go through the ROOF!” “Wait on that post, Monsieur Magicam,” advised Rook. His usual mask-like smile was on his face, even if his tone was warning and dangerous. “We must wait till we have the harp to celebrate. And we are at a decided disadvantage.” Cater blushed at that and nodded in acquiescence. The three had run into further interference from the Monsters of RSA on the way up; now, he and Sebek were low on ammo, as Rook had elected to save his “bullets” till they reached their final destination. The moment of contemplation was interrupted by a wall-rocking shout from Sebek. “DO YOU SEE IT?!” “Shhhh!” hushed Cater, urgently. “Not so loud! He already knows we’re here!” “What?! Does he? THEN WHY ARE WE STILL TALKING?!” Cater facepalmed. A loud, deep growl from outside, followed by approaching, elephantine footsteps told the trio that Billy Geant had most certainly heard those rash shouts, and was now stomping towards their hiding spot. Quickly, the three darted past the portal and made their way further down the hall. They were just in time, for a moment later Billy got down onto his belly, peering into the passage with one blue eye.

Billy blinked and frowned, wiggling forward a little to try and get a better look. Unbeknownst to him, from behind, Harmonia was getting quite an eyeful. The musical RSA student felt his face flush red as a beet as Billy’s bubble-butt was stuck up pertly into the air. With every motion the giant made, it jiggled and bounced like a pair of giant jelly molds. Harmonia cupped one of his blushing cheeks and looked away, shivering a little. “What is wrong with me?” he whispered to himself, having never felt attraction this strong or sudden in his entire life. Was he really falling for the giant so easily? “Hm? Did you say something, little treasure?” rumbled Billy, looking up and back at Harmonia innocently. “Nope. Nope, nothing at all,” Harmonia lied, shaking his head quickly. Billy looked at him for a few seconds…then shrugged and began to crawl around on his hands and knees, still sniffing about. “Come on out, little friends,” he called in a sing-song way, a mischievous sort of smile on his face. “I know you’re here somewheeeere…wherever you are, I’ll find yoooouuuu…” His words whistled through the halls, and into the ears of the first three farmers, who were still in hiding in a new part of the hall. Sebek and Cater let out matching sighs of relief at still evading capture, while Rook just looked excited. He could feel his heart pounding with every sound of the giant’s movements; with every vibration of the ground quaking beneath his feet. It had been quite some time since he’d enjoyed a hunt quite like this! “Can you see the Harp, Monsieur Crocodile?” he asked Sebek. Sebek peered cautiously around the edge, through a different portal about a quarter of the way around the Colosseum from where they’d previously stood. His yellow-green eyes scoured the stands beyond…then widened slightly. “YES! HE’S…ahem,” he quickly lowered his voice at a scathing look from Cater and what could only be described as a homicidal smile from Rook. “He’s…in the stands directly ahead of us, at the very top of the seats.” “Tres magnifique,” Rook purred, like a housecat ready to filch a canary from its cage. “Have you got a plan?” Cater asked, curiously. “Oui-oui,” nodded Rook. “Our best bet is to put Monsieur Geant out of the proverbial running. Ah! To strike down one of my own dormmates…it is enough to make one weep! Alas, the vicissitudes of fate!” “The what of fate?” blinked Cater. “Peasant! To not know what…that word means!” huffed Sebek…then leaned close and whispered to Rook: “What does that word mean? I must learn it; my liege has used it before, and I still haven’t got a clue.” “It is not important right now,” Rook replied, and took a second the relish the distraught look on Zigvolt’s face before continuing: “As I was saying…if we try to make off with the harp while he’s still active on the field, Monsieur Geant will doubtless pursue us. And as there are only three of us, and he is a VERY large fellow, this probably will not end well.” “What do you suggest then?” Sebek scowled. Rook pointed around the portal, towards one of the towering statues - each topped with a couple of stone ravens - that ran in a ring around the edges of the colosseum walls.

“One of those would make a prime sniping position pour moi,” he said. “You two run interference, while I make my way up there. I’ll shoot a bean straight at Monsieur Geant’s head, put him out, and then clamber down to fetch the Harp. We can then work together to bring Monsieur Dore to the rendezvous point. C’est bien, non?” “Totes ‘bien,’ yeah!” grinned Cater with an enthusiastic nod. Sebek just grinned, fangs glinting in the thin light that streamed into the darkened hall. “Conserve whatever ammunition you have and focus on simply getting his attention,” Rook said. “I shall deal le coup fatal. Allez! Tout suite!” Rook thus took off down the hall in one direction. Sebek and Cater shouldered their bean shooters, and then began to stroll out of the passage and onto the field. Meanwhile, Billy had his tongue stuck out, brow knitted and furrowed, as he peered into the original portal once more. The smell was fainter now, but still lingered, and he could have sworn he heard something! If only he could see… “Where are you, little friends?” he almost whined out. “C’mon, y’know you can’t hide from me!” “NOR DO WE WISH TO, GIANT!” Billy rose up to his knees and looked back…then a beaming grin split his face as he saw Cater and Sebek hop out into view, waving their arms to ensure they got his attention. “There you are, little friends!” Billy cheered, and smirked as he rose to his full height and loomed over them. “Guess you knew you couldn’t fool me, huh?” “PREPARE TO FACE DEFEAT, OGRE!” boomed Sebek, thrusting out one arm imperiously. “WE ARE HERE TO RETRIEVE THE-” “Hey! Billy!” Cater interrupted, and held out his cell phone. “Before we get into the whole ‘saving the harp thing,’ mind smilin’ for Cay-Cay’s camera?” Billy’s smirk changed to a genuinely happy grin. “Oh! Sure thing, little friend! Um…how do you want me to pose first?” “Just smile and wave, and we’ll go on from there! A big cutie like you is ALWAYS mega-cammable, no matter what!” “Awwww,” Billy blushed, and giggled before sitting down cross-legged and waving with one hand. “Like this?” “Yeah! That’s ten-outta-ten right there!” laughed Cater, and snapped a photo. “Now, let’s try a fierce pose, like a big, mean giant!” “I can do that,” smirked Billy, and gave an evil sort of grin, lifting his hands in claw-like shapes. “Grrrrr! How’s that?” “Perfect!” Sebek just gaped, glancing between the ogre and Cater as Diamond continued to snap pictures. “What are you doing?!” he hissed. “We’re supposed to be fighting!”

“Wrong-o. We’re supposed to be DISTRACTING him,” corrected Cater, with a wily smile. “And do you know how hard it is to get pics of giants? Especially one like him? He’s totes kawaii!” “...What in the name of the Thorn Fairy does THAT mean?” “It means, as long as he’s focused on us, it doesn’t matter what we do. Now, lemme do my thing.” “Any more pics, little friend?” chirped Billy, oblivious to the conversation. “Just a couple more!” Cater called out. “How ‘bout you do a silly face for the next one…?” Sebek groaned and looked up at the sky, crossing his arms in a huff. “Thank the Gods that My Liege isn’t here to see this stupidity,” he grumbled. While Cater and Sebek (mostly Cater) distracted Billy - and while Harmonia was scratching his head, wondering what in the world was really going on - Rook made his way to the top of the colosseum, emerging from a trap door that was used by the utilities personnel to reach the statues on the rim of the great structure. Adjusting his grip on the Bean Launcher, he stealthily tip-toed across the roof of the arena, till he reached a vantage point behind Billy’s head. Rook bit his lip as he moved onto one knee and took a position against the side of one of the stone constructs. He lifted the Bean Launcher upwards, closing one eye as he nestled the sniper blaster into the crook of his neck, his chin resting lightly upon it, and peered down the leaf-marked sight of the weapon. He aimed, and began to squeeze the trigger…timing the incoming shot with his breath… Cater had just taken another photo of Billy, as he and Billy gave each other a thumbs-up…but then the giant noticed something. A shadow. Behind him. The Sun was in just the right position that he could make out something, or someone, nesting in the presence of one of the statues on the Colosseum wall. It was a mistake Rook likely should have calculated, but somehow he had not yet realized it. The Master Hunter of Pomefiore took the shot. PANG! A single bean popped out from the barrel of the launcher, and went spinning through the air, shot out at tremendous velocity towards Billy Geant’s carrot-colored crew cut. Victory for the grand marksman seemed inevitable… …Until Billy - with genuinely startling speed - whipped around fast, mouth wide open…and caught the bean inside his jaws with a SNAP! Everyone watching froze up and jerked back, including Rook. Billy grinned from ear to ear, a slightly wild look in his blue eyes. The swallow was barely audible. The slick sound his tongue made as it slid across his teeth was another story. “Nice try,” he hissed through the gap in his teeth, and suddenly shot out a fat hand, grabbing hold of Rook the way one might grab hold of a small doll. Rook - winded more than in any real pain - let out a sort of grunting gasp, and his grip on the launcher was slackened. Billy let out a bear-like growl and lightly shook him, knocking the weapon out of his hand. It tumbled back onto the roof with a clatter, as Rook struggled to pry away the oversized sausage-fingers around him, the arm withdrawing with him in tow.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Billy smirked cockily, clearly proud of himself as he held Rook before his face. Rook grunted again, this time in exertion as he tried to move the fingers…then sighed and gave a sort of defeated smile. “You have quite the grip, Monsieur Geant,” he said. “Your strength is one of the things that makes you beautiful. But I never knew you had such speed!” “I’ve been practicing,” winked Billy, still grinning almost devilishly. “Looks like you’re out of the game, Rook. Sorry!” “I would agree, but I don’t see any traps here,” Rook pointed out, gesturing around the arena. “Unless you mean to keep me in your hand all day.” Billy’s grin widened. Rook could see just a hint of his gums. “I don’t need any other traps,” Billy replied, and patted his belly as he moved his head closer to Rook, whispering four shaky, excited-sounding words: “I AM the trap.” Rook’s eyes widened. For just a moment, his smile disappeared, a look bordering on stunned on his face…then, his smile slid back into view, and his eyes seemed to sparkle. “Well, Beanfest is meant to give one new experiences each time…bon appetit, Monsieur Geant.” Billy giggled. “Marcy, BoCo!” he replied. “...Ah…I think you mean merci beaucoup, actua-” OMPH! Without any other warning, Billy opened his mouth and tossed Rook inside like a cherry. His mouth shut fast around the hunter before Rook could make any other sound. Billy’s eyes closed, and he rumbled happily, taking a moment to swirl his fellow Pomefiore student around in his mouth for a moment; the hunter tasted like liver pate, spread over fine crusts of toasted, buttery bread. It was a rich, hearty, yet strangely elegant flavor. After savoring for a few seconds, Billy tossed his head back and swallowed Rook whole. The resounding GULP was accompanied by a distended, oblong lump forming in his throat, which disappeared behind his collarbone. The giant sighed and rubbed over his stomach as it gurgled, signalling the arrival of more food within. “Ahhhh…I’ve always wanted to do that,” sighed the giant, happily, then grinned down at Sebek and Cater. “Now, for the next couple of snacks…” Cater and Sebek stared up with something approaching horror in their eyes as they watched Billy devour Rook so easily. The dread upon their expressions only heightened when the giant reached for them. Quickly snapping out of it, each lifted their bean shooters, but before they coud fire… “Boop! Bop!” Billy giggled as he flicked the guns clean out of their hands with his fingers, knocking the pair over as their weapons dropped onto the gray field. Along with something else… “MY PHONE!” screamed Cater, as it flipped out of his hand and fell near his weapon. “HOLD ON, BABY, CAY-CAY’S COMING!” “ARE YOU MAD?!” roared Sebek, as Cater lunged to recover his beloved mobile device. “WE CAN’T…j-just…”

Sebek faltered as he felt a shadow fall over him. A round, vaguely heart-shaped shadow. Slowly, he looked up…and his whole body went slack where he stood, eyes wide, face pale, as he found the ogre’s massive butt looming over him. The sight was like watching a huge moon, falling from orbit…or rather two moons, as the tightness of Billy’s pants made the crease between his glutes very pronounced. Sebek felt his mouth go dry and whimpered. “...Save me, Malleus-sama…” WHUMPH! Billy sat down and snickered as he carefully ground back and forth, making sure Sebek was firmly pinned beneath his blubbery bottom. “Just stay there for a second,” he teased. “I’ll be with ya in a minute!” Billy then grinned as he looked towards Cater, who was currently holding his phone in his hands, nuzzling it and cooing to it like it was his own child. “Oh, sweetie, Daddy’s so glad you don’t have a scratch on you!” he crooned. “I swear, I’m never gonna leave you again-EEP!” Cater fumbled, nearly dropping his phone all over again, as Billy’s hand reached out and grabbed hold of the back of his outfit. He was dangled belly-down over space as Billy smacked his lips, scratching his gut as he picked Cater up with a wicked gleam in his blue eyes. “Don’t feel bad, little friend,” taunted Billy, puffing his breath into Cater’s face. “I was just too awesome for you to defeat. I bet you’ll taste all salty!” Cater just coughed and gagged, trying to shake away the air blasting into his hair. His nose crinkled. “Y-Yeah, well…whatever I taste like? Please remember to use a breath mint after, Billy…seriously, P.U. with a capital…everything!” “Sorry! Didn’t bring any mints with me!” shrugged Billy. “I only use them because of the Housewarden…and TODAY…” He gave a sneaky sort of cackle. “Anyway…hope you got lots of good pics, Cater! You’re gonna need flash for the next set.” So saying, Billy opened his jaws wide, upending Cater Diamond as he tilted his head back, dangling him over the abyss of his maw. Cater gaped, wide-eyed, as he gazed down into the mouth of the giant…past the powerful teeth, over the sloppy pink tongue…deep into the gaping, black hole that was his gullet, where ropes of saliva seemed to pour down like a fountain… Cater blinked…gulped…and then slowly lifted his phone to snap a single photo. Only then did Billy drop him into his jaws. Like Rook before him, Billy took a moment to savor him - he was right, Cater did taste salty! Sort of like a big pretzel! - before swallowing Diamond in a single GULP! Billy patted his belly, and muffled a deep BRRRRRLLLLLLLLMMMMPH of a burp in his fat cheeks with one fist. He then smirked superiorly as he glanced back over his shoulder, and rolled his butt to one side.

“Two down, one to go,” he mumbled. Sebek just groaned where he lay, dazed and barely passing for conscious after being ass-slammed by the titan. If Billy had put just a little more force into sitting on the crocodile-fairy, he might have been crushed, or at least faced a few bruised bones. As it stood, he mostly just felt a sort of numb ache in his limbs, and his head was spinning, from the sparse, musky air he’d been forced to breathe while beneath Geant’s rump. It was a relief, at first, when he was lifted by both his legs - held between a finger and a thumb - into the air, upside-down. As the blood swirled around his body, between his head and his feet, he blinked in a delirious fashion…then, Sebek’s eyes widened, and he began to shout as he saw Billy’s open jaws drawing nearer to him. “Remember what it was like in here, little crocodile?” Billy breathed over him, mockingly. “My tummy and my tongue have missed you…” Sebek let out a sound between a yowl and a snarl, and flailed his arms wildly. His hands scrabbled at Billy’s lips and the dull edges of his teeth, as if to try and push away those hungry mandibles. He had been eaten by Billy once before - swallowed during the previous Beanfest - and he was in no mood to get gobbled up a second time, and vocally made this clear. “NOT AGAIN!” he yelled. “RELEASE ME, YOU OVERGROWN OX! PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN! PUT! ME-!” SCHLOMPH. Geant popped Zigvolt into his mouth, slurping up his kicking legs as they wiggled beyond his lips for just a moment before disappearing into the gluttonous cave. Small dents and divots could be seen on his cheeks as he spun Sebek between them like a piece of candy, relishing the long-forgotten flavor on his tastebuds. He then blinked, as, suddenly - gasping like he’d been trying not to drown - Sebek’s head popped free of those lips. “F-FAT FOOL!” boomed Sebek, wiggling an arm free and trying to drag himself out of the giant’s mouth. “You…w-won’t…swallow me…so easily aga-ACK!” POPK! A push from one finger proved Billy would, as he pushed Sebek back into his mouth with a chortle: just like last time, the half-reptile proved to be quite the fighter. But that was okay. Struggling felt good in his stomach. GULP! A final swallow sealed the fate of the Farmer Trio, as Sebek was sent slithering down the ogre’s esophagus. Billy licked his lips messily, drumming on his belly happily with both hands as it jiggled like jelly in his lap. “Mmm-MMM! Yummy in the tummy!” he sang out, joyfully, and grinned down at his gut. “I hope you’re all comfy in there!” His guts gurgled; muffled noises could be heard beneath all the layers of fat. Billy chuckled and stroked his belly with his fingertips, before letting out a rumbling, thick belch. “BLLLLUUUURRRRRRAAAAARRRRRRRKLP! Oh, wow…you guys are already making me gassy! Don’t worry, little friends: I’ll make sure to take real good care of you.” He shivered and quivered as his belly visibly rippled with another rumble. “Oooooh…squirming so much…keep kicking, little guys. You are NOT coming out. Not for a while, anyway. Heh…at least you won’t be lonely. After all, there’s bound to be at least a few more Farmers who’ll make it this far.”

Billy drummed his fingers over his stomach with an almost dreamy sigh. “Yeah…I’m gonna be eating GOOD today…” For a few seconds, he basked in the sensation of the three tiny forms wriggling around in his belly…then blinked and looked over to where Harmonia sat. “Oh! Uh…sorry about all that, little friend,” he said, in a cheerful, happy way, as if nothing had happened at all, lazily scratching the side of his stomach as he smiled sweetly. “What were talking about before, again?” Harmonia just gazed with a look of absolute mortification. His heart had never sounded so loud in his own ears. He realized then and there…maybe not EVERYTHING he’d been told about giants was a lie.

To Be Continued in Part 3…

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