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The Sun Lives in His Eyes

pairing: Vincent Valentine x Fem!Reader rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI; 18+) word count: 6.9k summary: You try on swimsuits for Vincent, and he doesn't know how to handle it.

warnings: porn with feelings, angst, teasing, lots of dry humping and making out, come tasting, sexual tension

Spoilerwise, I made it so the emotions after the second visit to the Golden Saucer were present but didn't get very specific as to why aside from the keystone and what the stone is needed for (which is in the OG game too). Other than that, this is pretty spoiler free!

Also, just to add, when trying on bathing suits, please for the love of GOD keep your underwear on. Don't let your bare cooch touch it.

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It was midday in Costa Del Sol and it was alive as usual. The beach goers were all in their swimsuits, with their beautiful lays and their skin that had been kissed by the sun. The sky was as blue as can be with a slight overcast of clouds. Booths of a multitude of items for sale and fun games that make the atmosphere of the area feel like one big fair. It was a refreshing change of scenery, especially after the last 24 hours.

Traveling back to Costa Del Sol was no easy task, especially when exhaustion, anger, and disappointment have infiltrated the air. With the failure to retrieve the keystone, the direction of the group had faltered. No one had a clue where the Temple of the Ancients was located, and the future seemed bleak. That was until the mysterious man, the one you have grown very attached to, had suggested using the Tiny Bronco’s radio to try and intercept the signal from the Turks to retrieve the coordinates.

Vincent Valentine: the epitome of peculiar. A man, a beast, a creature of mystery. You and everyone else’s first interaction with him being an almost fatal one, for the bestial side of him was quite destructive. He was fairly fast for a creature of his size, strong reflexes, and phenomenal perception. He wasn’t a normal beast, but of course he wasn’t: he was still a human underneath it all. Which is why once he had transformed back into his original form, the brokenness and anguish that appeared on his face was apparent. You remember vividly how he had looked directly at you, stunning you in your place as you wondered what you had done to receive such a stare. 

You never thought you’d make contact with those eyes again with his lack of interest in coming along. So, it was a surprise to see him hop on the Tiny Bronco, explaining the sins he must atone for. It made sense, but a weird part of you sensed that it wasn’t the full truth, especially when he kept looking your way during his tiny monologue. It stirred something within you, having never felt an intensity such as his before. All in all, however, he was a quiet one, kept to himself, and very much an observer. 

A very, very good observer. 

Something that drew you to each other was neither of you were talkers. You’ve always been the reserved one of the group, not minding wandering around on your own while the others stayed together. The introvert in you enjoys the peace and quiet when able to have it, even though you love your found family. You assumed Vincent relates in some way because after the arrival to Costa Del Sol the first time, he has lingered by your side ever since. You didn’t mind the company, especially when there was a silent mutual understanding between you two.

What you did mind, however, was how utterly insane he’d make you feel. You don’t know if it’s all in your head, but day by day you swear he is advancing his way into your heart and loins. It started with simple glances that led to subtle grazes of his covered fingers on your exposed ones. The intimate moments have gradually increased, which have haunted your dreams in the most intimate of ways.

Back at the Golden Saucer, you and Vincent had been off on your own together. You both had stayed in the Queen’s Blood gaming area for a while, playing stacked games since you both were considered pros amongst most people. It was the last round, and you had a slight lead. You were waiting for him to take his turn, watching him contemplate his hand. You were hoping, praying even, that he didn’t see how you had set yourself up to win. 

But of course, he had seen right through it. Once he plucked the card he wanted to use from his deck, you already knew it’s game over. You had let out a groan before he could put it down and the look in his eyes shifted as quickly as they had shifted back in amusement.

“You don’t even know what I am playing.”

“I can take a wild guess.”

“Hmm, is that so?” He had hummed, leaning in as close as he could without his body messing up the board. He had held his card between two of his left fingers, dangling the damn thing in front of you. “If you guess the specific card I’m about to play correctly, you win.”

You were in shock as he was one to never willingly gamble his wins. In your dysfunctional brain, you had thought about all of the cards he had in his possession. Vincent’s biggest asset as a player was knowing how to use his cards, often using ones that didn’t seem to do much on the surface. You had thought long and hard, debating between which cards he could have considered, before deciding there was only one that made the most sense.

“Grandhorn.”

Vincent chuckled, putting his card down, and low and behold the Grandhorn appeared. It boosted his score a point above yours, but it hadn’t mattered. You had won.

“So, I guess I won since I guessed correctly?”

“I suppose so, but I expected nothing less.” He had leaned in once more, a glimmer in his eyes as he looked you dead on. “Smart girl.”

The way he had said it had made your insides curl with delight. Having someone like him be so teasing and flirty in his own way with you had you flushed, and you knew he noticed. Before he had said anything to send you into another flushing fit, you had quickly gotten up and told him exactly what you wanted to do next.

You had dragged him over to the G-Bike game, insisting to play as you’ve always wanted to ride a motorcycle, even if it’s just in simulation form. However, within 30 minutes, you were flinging yourself left to right with frustration with the lack of ability to get at least a one-star rating. It wasn’t until you had felt a weight behind you, recognizable leather clad arms wrapping over yours, did you realize how fucked you really were. His body was pressed right against you with every limb touching your own. His fingers had curled over yours and his breath was brushing against the sensitive skin of your ear. 

“ Give me the glasses ,” he murmured.

“Let me take you for a ride.”

Needless to say, you had to excuse yourself. You had felt a tinge of embarrassment at how you reacted, but it was quickly stomped out by how much you needed to relieve yourself. You had felt bad leaving Vincent alone to wander a place that was outside of what he was acclimated to, but the hormonal teen in your brain was screaming at you to do something. 

You had been thankful that everyone was out doing their thing because the minute the hotel door was shut, you were on your bed with your hand down your pants. All you could think about was how good he felt against you. He was warm and you could feel everything; from the buckles, to the leather creases, to the outline of his long cock you felt pressed against your backside. With every twist and turn, your bodies would shift, and it created a friction so teasing that you couldn’t have helped but whimpered.

You had thought about his groans when you would accidentally push back on him. The sound had vibrated on your skin, proving how close his mouth was to your neck. You remembered how his cock twitched against you. Those thoughts had only made you rub your weeping cunt more, leading to more devious ones. You wondered what would’ve happened if you had just kept grinding on him. Would he have lost control? Would he have been as flushed as you had been 30 minutes prior? Picturing images of him flushed below you as you worked each other up had sent you spiraling into release, biting your arm so as to not cause any alarm. 

You had a hard time looking at him the next day without your mind wandering to something sinful. Things have toned down since due to the interruption of plans, but his gazes have stayed firm. You could always feel the stare of his eyes burning into you, and it never failed to make you squirm and plunder. 

Presently, all of you were on the dock, discussing the coordinates Vincent had found over the radio. A game plan was being formed, an agreement that the rest of the day should be one of rest and preparation before the journey tomorrow. The party started to disperse, some with tasks like gathering supplies and booking rooms for the night. You were left to your own devices, debating on what you wanted to do to pass the time. You look out onto the water, and you don’t know if it is the heat or the exhaustion in your muscles, but going for a swim sounded absolutely divine. 

You heard the metal clanking of Vincent’s shoes behind you, making you turn around to greet him. The thoughts back at the saucer were begging to be reminded but you pushed them back, not sure if you would survive those them with him in front of you. He greets you with a hum, hovering very close to you to the point you have to look up at him. Damn, he is so tall!

Clearing your throat, you greet him back with your thumbs twiddling with each other nervously. “So, is there anything you want to do today?”

“That is entirely up to you. Wherever you’d like to go, I’ll follow.” 

Your breath starts to shutter, but you cough to cover it up. You didn’t want to make it obvious how much he is affecting you right now, even though you are sure it didn’t matter what you did. He always knew. 

“Well, this may sound crazy, but I kind of want to go swimming.”

“Oh?” His head tilts, eyes amused.

“Y-yeah, but I know you cannot be comfortable in this heat. I wouldn’t want to keep you in it.” 

“I can manage.”

You laugh because of course he can. “If you say so, but I will need to get a swimsuit. You don’t mind coming with me to buy one, do you?”

He shakes his head, moving to your side to allow you to lead the way. You both start walking towards the bathing suit booth up ahead and as usual Vincent’s fingers linger by yours. There is no touching, but you can feel them right by you, causing your fingers to twitch. It’s driving you mad, and you are tired of him teasing you to the point of insanity. So out on a whim, confidence boosting, you let your hand grab his metal one. You feel his walk stutter, but he quickly recovers to let the gold claws wrap around your own. 

You lead him to the booth right past the dock and start to look around. There are so many options, and you can feel yourself become a little overwhelmed at your choices. 

“Is everything okay?” Vincent was behind you. You guess he can see the tension in your shoulders as you peruse the different styles.

“I guess I just don’t know what would be best to wear.” You admit. 

The young woman running the booth must have been waiting for an opportunity to sell because the next thing you know she is right in front of you. “Good evening! Would you like some help?”

“Oh, uh…” Before you can utter anymore words, she continues her pitch.

“It is no trouble! I can curate some of our different pieces so you can decide which ones you like best!”

Before you can decline again, she is already ushering you to the changing booth, basically shoving you in. “I’ll be right back with some swimwear!”

You peek out and you can see Vincent about to walk over to the seller, irritation clear on his face. Shit.

“Vincent, come here!”

He turns to you before walking up. As he stops in front of you, you see how much his eyes are flared, burning more red than usual. You aren’t sure how to calm him down, not seeing him like this since the incident at Shinra Manor. You reach out, letting your palm rest against his cheek, hoping that will somehow ease his mind. 

“She shouldn’t have put her hands on you. She is lucky to still be standing on her two feet.”

The protective nature he was exuding was endearing, but also very sexy. You put those thoughts on the backburner, bringing your hand to his neck to stroke the irritation there. 

“I appreciate you looking out for me, but I promise it’s okay. I’m okay.” You reassure, squeezing his skin right above his collarbone. “Let me try on what she offers and then we can get out of here.”

“Alright, here are a few pieces I think would go perfectly with your style!” She hands you the pieces, and turns to Vincent, clueless to the absolute annoyance he wanted to convey in that moment. “I apologize, sir, but let’s give your lady friend some privacy.”

You see his eyes flare again, and you quickly shoot your other hand out from behind the curtain to keep him facing you. “It’s okay! He can stay!”

“Well, if you insist! Just no funny business you two!” She winks at you both and walks back to her station. You gulp out of a nervous habit, even though there is no spit to swallow. Is it that obvious that you two have some unspoken thing for one another?

“Okay, um, let me try these on.” You squeeze his arm in reassurance before going back into the changing booth. You close the curtain and lay out the pieces you were working with. You inspected each one, and you came to a horrifying conclusion: these were very revealing swimsuits.

There was nothing wrong with revealing swimwear, in fact you actually quite liked the ones the lady picked for you. However, Vincent was right outside and would see you in one of these. Would it be too much for him to see you so bare? You are very covered up in your usual attire, so this is a complete 180 and leaves little for the imagination.

You decide to try one on anyway, picking the one-piece swimsuit that is all black and has a long v-line cut. You strip away your clothes, and slip the suit on, adjusting it so everything is even. You go to tie the string in the back, but you can already tell it will be a challenge. You try to tie the knot, but you could feel yourself getting frustrated, grunting in aggravation as the tie keeps going undone. 

“Are you okay?” Vincent called from outside, obviously hearing you struggle.

You sigh in defeat, ready for some assistance. “Um, I think I need help tying the string in the back. Can you give me a hand if I come out?” 

You hear him hum in agreement, and you open the curtain and quickly turn your back. “Just the one string please.”

He hums again and gets to work, grabbing the two ends and crisscrossing them before pulling tightly. You hear him shuffle closer to you, and once again his breath is on your ear. “Is that tight enough for you?”

You freeze. He said it so quietly that you wonder if you are hallucinating but you know what you heard. He is teasing you again. He is trying to rile you up like he did at the Golden Saucer. Well, two can play at that game.

“Yes, that is good. Please tie it.” You feel him take a step back, and he ties the strings to ensure they stay together. 

Once you feel his hands pull away, you turn to him to show off your swimsuit. It hugs you in all the right places, quite comfortably, and it covers you aside from the middle of your body. The v-line shows off your chest, covering your breasts and getting narrower until the point stops down at your belly button. You feel sexy and seeing Vincent’s reaction was the cherry on top.

You watch as his eyes take in your form. You see them wander from your chest to your sternum and it is crazy how much the red of his eyes get smaller as his pupils blow wide. His fingers tremble against his side with slight movement in his arms like he wants to reach out for you, but they stay in place. His control is absolutely astonishing. 

“Vincent? Do I look okay?” 

His eyes snap away, coughing in the process like he didn’t just eye fuck you. He rubbed his neck, forcing himself to look anywhere but towards you. “Yes, it looks fine.” 

You release a smirk, feeling almost powerful seeing this man react the way he had. “Okay, well I am going to try the other ones on.”

You go back inside, and giggle quietly to yourself. It felt good to tease him. With how much he teases you, with how much he riles you up, it is his turn to be on the receiving end of torment. You rip off the one piece, and decide to put on one of the two pieces you were given to try. 

The one you decide to put on is a dark red bikini. The top clips on, so you didn’t need assistance this time. You look in the mirror and you notice how much the top pushes out your breasts. The flesh sticks out, making them look so much bigger than they were. You don’t know if Vincent was a boob man or not, but all you can think is you can’t wait to find out.

“Hey Vincent, can you tell me if this looks okay? I’m not sure how I feel about this one.”

You push the curtain open just as he turns to look in your direction, and his look is priceless. You see him take a heeded breath, one hand turning into a fist and the other gripping his side in what appears to be a hard grip. You hold back a smile, not wanting to give hints to your actions, and walk towards him. You are now standing toe to toe with him, looking up at a man who clearly was losing his cool. 

“Vincent, are you okay? You don’t look so good.” You coo, placing two fingers against his pulse point under his chin. He lets out a grunt at the contact, and your mind is reeling at how fast his pulse is going. 

“Vincent, what are yo-”

“I’m fine.” He grunts, taking your hand away from his neck.

You let it drop, and turn around to the booth. “Just one more and we can go, okay? I’ll be quick.”

You don’t give him another glance as you go back in. You fist pump the air in success as giving him a taste of his own medicine was truly a sight to behold. You are ready to go in for the kill with the last one, which is another bikini. However, this one was black with stretchy black laces that wrap around your stomach. This one felt like a good in between from the other two, but you feel this one will affect him the most. You don’t know why, but something about the intricacies of how it covers your body is simply seducing. 

You finish putting it on and you can’t help the excitement you feel. Out of the three, you like the way this one fits you the most. Not only is it comfortable, but it is an absolute confidence booster. It fits your body well and the laces across your waist accentuates it beautifully. Not only was this the swimsuit you would be purchasing, but you are excited to show it off to Vincent for another reaction. 

You rip open the curtain, cutting right to the chase, only to see he is no longer where he once stood. You hop out of the booth, looking around for the spiky black hair and red cloak, only to see him nowhere in sight. 

“You looking for your boyfriend, babes?” 

You turn to see the seller approaching you, the word boyfriend not even registering. You just want to find him.

“Yeah, did you see where he went?”

She nods over to the dock, back where the Tiny Bronco was located. “He went onto the dock. He seemed to be in quite a rush.”

You quickly thank her. You grab your things from the changing booth, and quickly round up the gil for the swimsuit you were wearing. “Thank you, keep the change.”

You run back to the dock and see the Bronco’s door slightly ajar. You push the door open, not wanting to alarm him as you climb on. You see him sitting on the bench in the very back, hands clutching his head and breathing heavy. Alarmed by how he is reacting, you make yourself known and slowly approach where he is sitting.

“Vincent, are you okay?” 

He grunts roughly, fingers visibly clutching his head harder. “You need to get off.”

You contemplated your next move. You could listen and get off, let him calm himself down. But then you think what if he can’t calm down? What if his mind spirals from his thoughts? Would you leaving really make things better or worse?

You think back to the time when you first met him, how defeated he looked after he had transformed back. How he had stared you down, taking your breath away at how utterly disheveled and beautiful he looked. He had been alone for so long, and that thought turned your rational mind off. You weren’t going to run. He needed you. 

“Vincent, I am not going anywhere.”

His head shoots up, his eyes crimson and face scrunched up like he was holding himself back. He notices your final change of the evening and the growl he lets out is feral. “You,” he snarls, “better not take a single step more.”

You stop again, realization hitting you like a freight train. Did I do this? Did I go too far? 

“Did I do something to upset you?” You ask quietly, afraid of what his response was going to be. “If I did, I am so sorry.”

He doesn’t respond, still looking to the ground although his breathing has subsided slightly. You approach him again, this time making it so you were only a foot away. 

“You don’t want this.” He mutters. 

“What do you mean?”

“I am a monster. The baggage I bring with me, the absolute madness that stirs from within. I don’t know if I can control myself, and that scares me, which means it will scare you.”

You can’t understand what he is saying. “You don’t scare me, Vincent. You could never scare me.”

He grunts out a laugh, like he doesn’t believe a word out of your mouth. “You don’t understand what primal thoughts are going through my mind right now.”

“Well, try me.” You reach out for his face, wanting to touch him, but his right hand grabs your wrist. 

“You don’t know what you want, so stop this.”

You feel like you could cry. The whiplash you are receiving after he has gotten under your skin only to rip himself away is too much. How dare he make your blood run hot and then make it go cold in an instant? You rip your arm away, taking a step back. Your gaze falls to the Bronco’s floor, feeling stupid at your attempt to draw him in. Your arms wrap around your body, sequestering it away from his gaze. 

“You don’t know what I want, so stop putting words into my mouth.” You choke out. Your fists are clenching on your tummy, anger starting to bubble to the surface. “I know you know how I feel about you because you wouldn’t continue to rile me up the way you do if you didn’t. I wouldn’t react the way I do if I didn’t. Truthfully, I love it. So don’t you dare tell me that I don’t know what I want.”

Everything goes quiet. The only thing that can be heard is the heavy breathing on both of your ends. Your anger disappears and is replaced with disappointment. You don’t know if there is any way to convince him, and you aren’t going to be made a fool in the process.

“I know what I want.” You say softly. “I have desires too.” 

It all happens so quickly, your body jolting forward until you are straddling his lap. You gasp, immediately feeling his hard on against your own clothed slit. He’s bigger than I thought, you think, for a man so skinny and sculpted . Two golden claws tilt your chin up, forcing you to be face to face with him. He is much taller than you, so he is slightly over you as he closes in. His breath fans over your lips, eyes erratic and glazed.

You let out a shaky sigh, letting your hands travel up to his face, cupping his cheeks gently as if to let him know what he wants to do is okay. “Do it. Show me you want me too.”

Lips press against yours instantly. It’s intense and intimate with the way he still has a hold on your chin and the way his free arm wraps around your waist to keep you grounded against him. You don’t know if it is the way he has you pressed to him or the way he surrounds your senses, but you feel calm. Even with the aggressive nature of his kisses, it is like he has seeped under your skin, a venomous serum to calm his prey down before he devours. You want more. You need more.

Your hands travel up past his temples to the back of his head, curling your fingers around his black locks. You pull delicately, not knowing how keen he was on pain, only to hear the most delicious whine leave his mouth into yours. You take the opportunity to let your tongue touch his, already becoming addicted to the way he tastes. His grip got tighter on you, trying to pull you in closer even if it wasn’t possible. There was an urgency in his actions as if what you two were doing was too much yet not enough. 

His erection was starting to react more and more against you. You could feel yourself growing restless with the need for some sort of contact. You work to shift your knees slightly, spreading them out more across the bench, and start to grind against the shape of his length. 

A growl from the deepest part of his throat rips out into the open. The claws of his gauntlet let go of your chin and latch to your hip. You stop your movements, thinking he was going to stop you, but he does no such thing. He pushes you down further onto his crotch, moving you himself to urge you to keep going. You follow his movements, letting him guide you back and forth on his cock. All you can think about is how large he is, and how good he feels against your pussy. However, it still isn’t enough. 

You move a hand down to your bottoms, sliding the part covering your heat to the side to get more friction. You can’t help the moan that leaves you the second your clit rubs against the leather of his pants, the roughness different from that of the silk. You move your hips faster, not skipping a beat as to chase a release. 

“That’s it,” Vincent growls against your lips. “Just like that.”

His encouragement sends dopamine right to your brain, giving your hips a mind of their own as you continue to rut against him. Your hips start to tire, becoming noticeable as your knees give out slightly before you readjust. Your mind begs you to keep going, begging to keep your pace so you can reach any type of peak. 

Your knees collapse again, and next thing you know your knees are no longer on the bench but spread far apart by Vincent’s thighs. His garbed hands are on your ass to keep you right where he wants you, and with the motion of his own hips he is rocking up into you slowly with firm pressure. You release his lips, your head resting on his shoulder as he grinds up into your cunt.

“Fuck, Vincent,” you drawl out, gripping his hair tighter with the hand still there, your other hand finding purchase on his shoulder. 

Vincent was having none of that, his right hand shoots to your head to pull it back to face him. What you see invigorates you, as Vincent’s eyes no longer had a red presense. They were the color of the light of day before dusk. The whites of his eyes were illuminated, and his canines had elongated drastically. 

“Is this what you wanted?” Vincent hisses. “Do you still want this?”

The self-pity in his eyes was becoming, and you weren’t having any of that. You were not about to have the man, who is making you go crazy by just nuzzling his long cock into your nethers, get distressed by disillusions. Your left hand drops from his head, dipping down where both of your crotches meet. The tips of your fingers dip into your dripping cunt, the evidence clear as day on his leathers. But if you must show extra proof, you will.

You stuff two of your fingers into your hole, still making eye contact with his yellow orbs as you let your face contort. Your fingers come out covered in your sticky fluid, translucent webbing formed in between your fingers. You bring it between your faces, your eyes bold and lips curling devilishly. “Does this answer your question?”

You don’t know what possessed you, but you let those fingers touch his lips. You pull his lower lip down, seeing if he would let his tongue travel out for a taste. You hum approvingly when he lets the tip give a small lick, and moan all together when he starts to lick them clean. Seeing Vincent obey such a small, unspoken command was the sexiest thing you have witnessed to date, and it makes you want to push him even more. 

You pull your fingers away, causing him to follow them to continue getting his fill. “Look at you,” you purr. “Like a kitten begging for milk.”

“You are one to talk.” He grumbles, thrusting his hips up so it rubs right against your clit. “You’re the one rubbing your bare cunt against me.”

A high-pitched moan wrangles from your throat as he bounced you up and down, followed by a sex drunken laugh. “Why don’t we change that?”

You push his chest so he is leaning way back on the bench, allowing you to steady yourself as you unbuckle his belts. As soon as you open his fly, his bulge pushes outward and you can hear the sigh of relief leave his lungs. Your hands dip into his underwear, pulling the elastic down to release his cock fully. His cock springs up, precum drooling from his swollen head. Your hand wraps around the tip, squeezing to see another pearl form. Your thumb sweeps over it, gathering as much as you can, before bringing it up to your mouth with the need to taste him.

If Vincent’s eyes could glow brighter, they would have blinded you with the way he was watching you. You let your thumb pop out of your mouth, letting some spit travel down your hand before rubbing it over his cock. You readjust once more, angling your hips so your clit would connect with his tip with each roll, and sit right back onto his lap. You both cry out in unison, both of you sensitive and in dire need of release. You crash your lips against his as you roll your hips in a slow, yet firm rhythm. Your hands grip at his hair, loving the way he ruts into you when you pull on it. You don’t hold back, too far gone to tease the daylights out of him, moaning into his mouth every time the head of his cock kisses your bud. 

Vincent wasn’t faring any better, his volume only increasing at the friction. He releases your lips, his head falling onto your shoulder with a long groan. You feel tiny prickles against your skin, his fangs grazing it as he kisses and sucks on your flesh. His hands go over the strings of your swimsuit, gripping the skin of your waist to pull you closer.

His mouth proceeds up your shoulder to your jaw, nipping your pulse point before licking it. The difference between the movement of his hips and his lips is drastic. His lips move slowly, caressing the skin after every love bite he gives you like you are delicate, while his hips buck into you with conviction. It is like he doesn’t know whether he wants to cherish you, or prove to you how much of a monster he can be. 

Both of your essences are mixing as you continue, creating easier movement and a more heavenly feeling. You can feel yourself getting close to your release, hips flying back and forth trying to grasp onto it. It isn’t until your hips give out, a frustrated whine leaving you as the peak downtrails.

“Don’t you dare give up on me.” Vincent orders into your ear. 

“Fuck, I can’t,” you sob, the ache in your hips and knees showing as you start to slow down.

You don’t fully comprehend what happens next, not until you feel the cold metal of the Bronco’s floor on your back. Vincent yanks your bottoms down your legs, exposing all you have to offer to him. He is on you, hunched over you as he thrusts against your fully exposed cunt. You can’t help but shove your head into the crevice of his neck, wailing at how fast he is going. You are surprised he hasn’t accidentally slipped in with how wet you are, the sounds coming from your nethers making that more apparent. 

“I am so close, fuck!” You whimper. You are on the cusp. You needed something. Just a little push to put you over.  “Please, please, please, Vincent! I need it so bad! I need you!”

You feel his fangs against your shoulder, nipping and licking the same spot over and over again. A warm sensation fills you, not registering it until the piercing pain of his incisors sink into your skin. It hurts so good, the combination of pain and pleasure shooting through your system. It sets the tone for your release, causing you to scream into his shoulder. It is electrifying, ecstasy filling in the gaps as your orgasm rolls in waves. Vincent wasn’t far behind, and something about your blood must have sent him into a frenzy. His hips are going inhumanly quick, and after a few more thrusts he ejects his fangs from your body as he cums.

His moans echoing into your ear has you gripping onto him harder, comforting him as he rides out his high. Fingers stroke the hairs on the back of his neck, hushing him soothingly as his body shakes. It isn’t long after he starts groaning, his grip tightening on your thighs. 

“Are you okay?” You ask worried, lifting his head so you can get a good look at him. But what you see stirs something from deep within your chest.

You don’t know if it’s because golden hour has reached its peak, but he looks ethereal. His fangs were no more, but there was blood that has stained his mouth. The beams of golden light reflect off of him, his pale skin shining from the light perspiration on his face. He looks so beautiful in the sun’s rays, like an angel wrapped in light. His eyes slowly open, and a soft gasp leaves your lips. His eyes were no longer illuminating yellow. His eyes, the vibrancy of them, have transformed into the sun. Their usual molten color is bright like the sun's surface. His usual orange rings that surround his pupil are golden, and you can see your reflection in the deep black.

He takes a minute to gather himself before nodding, a sigh passing through his lips before sitting up on his knees. You peer down to your lower half, which is now covered in his seed and your own mess. Vincent’s eyes are glued to your mound, his cum having pooled there from his heavy release. After a moment, he takes his leather glove off his right hand, skin pale and blue from the veins protruding. His fingers dip into his cooled cum, letting it collect on his fingers before pulling his hand away. 

“Vincent, what are yo-” you start before you watch him bring his fingers towards your lips. He lets them hover, waiting to see if you would be as keen to sampling him again like he did with you. 

A light chuckle leaves your lips. He is just full of surprises.

You sit up on your elbows, your mouth pressing light kisses to his fingers before indulging. Your eyes flutter close, a quiet moan rumbling from your chest as take in his taste for a second time. He tastes neutral, nothing too bitter or too musky. It tastes exactly as you expected. Because it was him, he tasted absolutely delectable. And you can’t get enough.

“Look at you,” Vincent mimics your tone from earlier, smirking in the process. “Like a kitten begging for milk.”

His fingers leave your mouth, making you chase after them until he kisses you suddenly. The iron attacks your senses pleasantly, and his humming tells you that his seed is having the same effect on him. You both stay there for a while, just kissing in each other’s mess, and before you know it the sky has turned into its orange hue before the nightfall. 

You decide to pull away first, bringing your hands to his face to soothe the sweat dried skin. “I don’t want this to end, but we should get going. The others may be wondering where we wandered off to.”

He hums slowly, like he was debating whether he cared or not, but ultimately decided to sit fully up. He puts his cock back into his leathers, getting himself situated before he helps you stand up properly. Your body doesn’t feel real from how drained your muscles are, and you think he can tell by the way he guides your hands to his shoulders. He brings your bottoms over to your legs, and urges you to put your feet through the openings. Using his shoulders as leverage, you do as he silently instructs and he pulls them up until you are covered. You look down and see the cum has dried on your skin, and the thought of anyone possibly seeing it makes your cheeks burn, knowing you’d never live it down. 

“Do you think anyone will notice?”

Instantly, like he was already planning to do this, he undid the buckles of his cape and wrapped it around your shoulders. With him being such a broad and tall man, his cape covered you very well and hid the evidence of your coupling.

“It gets cool during nightfall. It won’t be suspicious.”

“But what about your pants? There is cum on them too.”

“Truthfully, I don’t care.”

You pull the cape closer to you, inhaling and exhaling his scent, filling your brain with a sense of safety. Vincent believed he wasn’t deserving of you, that he was a danger to you and others. But when you feel such a sense of security with him, how can he not see that you need him?

He finishes putting his glove back on, flexing his fingers before he goes to open the door of the Bronco. Your brain reacts first, hand grabbing his arm before he could expose you both to the outside world. You needed to know something. You needed to know if he still feels how he felt earlier.

“Vincent, can I ask you something?”

He turns to you, curiosity peaking. He places his golden fingers over the hand gripping his arm, signaling for you to ask your question.

“You don’t regret what just happened, do you? I’m not going to wake up like it was yesterday, am I?” 

There is silence, and you mentally hit yourself for the lack of confidence, your voice having dropped to a whisper. Your head drops again, worried about what was about to not be said, before you feel a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“There is nothing to regret,” he murmurs. “Especially when it comes to you.”

You lift your head up, eyes meeting his, before letting a smile form on your face. His facial features match your own, and he brings you in for a sweet kiss before you two return to the others. You don’t think about them though, because all you can think is that he let you in.

He willingly let you in.

[das6]

Some danganronpa 2 re-designs and hcs ↓

Pekoyama: I thought her schoolgirl outfit was kinda weird and that she would look more professional, i thought of her wearing a suit but that would make her link to fuyuhiko too obvious so I decided on a less formal outfit. I also think the pigtails don’t really suit her, but I think she would have some ribbons on her sword case and some cute keychains.

Sonia: her dress is based on traditional Norwegian dress, it’s longer and more princess-like I think. I kept her bow. she definitely has the longest hair out of everyone. her dress would have red and yellow embroidery on it I just got lazy

Teruteru: the only way I could cope with him is completely rewriting his character along with redesign, he’s just a very sheltered momma’s boy, who’s very passionate about cooking. he’d probably still have a rarity complex about his background and have accent slip ups. He might easily get lil crushes on his classmates at most, but he’s not weird about it

Mahiru: I feel that mahiru’s original design is overlooked, and she was basically just used so they’d have a camera in the first trial, and a background murder in the second trial. I made her a masc lesbian bc I feel it suits her character a lot more for various reasons, from her relationship with hiyoko who has complex trauma, to creating more background as to why she was the target of so much aggression in the twilight murder case. I feel like it would give her a deeper background because presenting as a masc woman or trans masculine person is often responded to with hostility or ostracism. her relationship to hiyoko makes me think she’s someone who understands her trauma.

Hiyoko: I didn’t like how hiyoko is basically a l@li in the game, so she’s the same age as everyone in my version, she’s just more petite and groomed into behaving certain ways and lashes out due to that trauma and not fully understanding her upbringing. I got rid of her weird pigtails, otherwise not much changes.

Mikan: with mikan’s background, I think it’s more natural and reasonable for her to wear nurse scrubs.

Akane: her redesign is based on a sprite edit I saw, I’ll add credits here once I find the source. akane is my favorite I think they did her horribly wrong oversexualizing and dumbing down her character, and i think being the ultimate boxer or something related to combat sports would suit her much more than gymnast, so she would be working towards gaining that title as she only became a gymnast as a means to make money. I also hc akane as maybe bi-gender or trans masculine

And I just drew fuyuhiko and nekomaru because I like them 🕴️nekomaru’s outfit is kinda toned down and he’s wearing a chain necklace instead of lugging around a giant one

[new-revenant]

Dannymay Day 24: Electricity

She’s back! A redraw-and redesign-of Dani as a Batman vigilante, Bataze! Why did name her Bantaze before. The bat theming was right there. Also Battaze is a good variant, can’t decide which is better.

The story I was writing for her, “Only God is my Judge in Wayne Manor” is on indefinite hiatus, like my other dp x dc story. I just tried to juggle too many characters with no idea of what I was really doing, which gave me massive burnout. If I were to start over the story from scratch, I would have Duke meet her and have him take her in as her sidekick. And by that I mean Dani would force her way into becoming his sidekick. I honestly should’ve focused the story on him more, I don’t think I even mentioned him much in the fic ha ha. I love you Cass, but this wasn’t supposed to be your story. Anyways, design notes, the original drawing, and a link to the original drawing is under the cut. Oh, and an alt version of his outfit with split color is also under the cut. I dunno, I just like these colors better personally, but you might like the alt version!

This is what the original looked like. While it’s not bad, I still kinda like how it looks actually, there are some noticeable anatomy mistakes. What are those legs. I’ve gotten better but I’m still not perfect. But I am better. Also I don’t know why I drew her boobs like that, idk it just looks weird. And while the fit does look good on her, it also doesn’t look superheroy enough. Which is where this new design comes in:

I made her look more like Danny with the suit. I know I have made a ghost form suit for her before, but I wanted her design to be more simple. Her logo is based on Danny’s and Robin’s, more specifically the fact that Robins have logos on them, so it wouldn’t look too out of place for Dani to have one. The logo looks like a D, P, and B, all in one. People-and probably also the BatFam-would be a bit confused as to why her logo looks so weird, but she knows what it’s supposed to be, so she doesn’t really care ha.

The whole suit is rubber like Danny’s suit, with stainless steal tips on her fingers and the soles of her shoes. I also changed her mask to be more in line with the other Batfam’s masks. And her hair is more symmetrical, it looks like she has little devil horns haha.

Here’s the alt version! And here’s the link to the original drawing -> here. I’m glad I came back to this design, I’ve gotten much better at character design since I first made it. Maybe I’ll came back to again, but it’ll be more like deciding with version of this outfit to use than a total rework.

[mblue-art]

i’m curious about your take on strawberry nightmare! to you, what’s he like? how does he act? what’s he all bout?

He is annoying (/aff hehe), and even more so to regular Nightmare. I tried to figure out (still am, I guess) how to put the flavor theming and '2P!' thing together, but here's what I have in my head for him ^^ (ramble warning!)

Finding out that the concept of '2P!' variants existed in UTMV too, made me happy! Usually 2P!s are inverted or flipped versions of the original character— think Fell'd or Swap'd versions in UTMV terms— so I thought:

Huh. If he's supposed to be a flipped version of Nightmare, would he have similarities with Swap!Dream? 🤔 But softer, nicer? 'cause he's also strawberry milk-themed! 🍓 flavors and aesthetics can be associated with soft, nice, sweet, cheery, and pretty...

(And sometimes, behind that pretty pink, lies red danger. While regular Nightmare clearly shows that he is a threat, S!NM hides it behind a layer of sweetness; (like a yandere— I explored yandere S!NM here), like a 'nice' character hiding their bad side—

But don't worry! Only those who are deserving of his wrath will face it. He's mean when he needs to. The simps are safe, as well as the people he cherishes! He can be a patient man. Just don't be on his bad side and you'll be a-ok! 👍(⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

He's like... If regular NM decided to go uwu for the bit, but forever.........(/hj)

He is friendly, a flirt, flips between being all cutesy and rizzing up the simps,

nicely offers you (suspicious— he loves making people doubt LOL) pink sweets in exchange for company or simply as thanks for spending time with him

(A king can feel so lonely sometimes 😩😔 esp w/o his dear brother around... so maybe he has a massive pink house instead of a castle :] Oooh, imagine how pink and aesthetic the interior would be...),

likes messing with the original Nightmare (Ah!! NM hosting parties! Him getting invited! Yes, he'd def talk to the king of the castle but tries to be civil! This is a nice fancy party with lots of people around; he's not gonna ruin this for anyone 😤 he just wants to socialize!!)

(Yes he owns a few creative 🍓-themed suits, why wouldn't he lean towards his aesthetic 😤)

Like any Guardian of Feelings, he can manipulate/control emotions. He can pull out one's negative emotions to calm them down, and he can also make one feel nervous or any other mix of feelings in his presence, just like how his original counterpart does.

As for his role in the multiverse, I'd say he honestly just tries to have fun. Yk, jus a lil chaos. Teehee. No multiverse domination or anything, he just likes being a menace to people hehehe

An idea I thought of a few times is him hinting that he has visited Nightmare's castle (whether he actually talked to NM or not) by leaving strawberry milk (carton/bottle) in the fridge for the others to see and be confused by.

'hey guys where's my choccy milk? did any of you drink it?? it was my last box!' - 'why is there strawberry milk again... none of you drink this...' - 'who keeps getting this pink stuff'

NM eventually informs them about this visitor, and to be cautious, just... Don't drink whatever pink thing he leaves in the fridge.

I've never really thought of what S!NM's backstory would be, what him and his Dream's 'Dreamtale AU' would be, so right now, he's just... There one day (lol) with a brother that keeps? running away from him?? (His Dream is 🟦 instead of 🟨! (I saw an artist drew him as such) And while 🍓 is happy and excited, 🔵 is kinda gloomy... Interesting to see a happy Negativity Guardian and a grumpy Positivity Guardian...)

You can scroll through the #snm asks tag to read past (mostly simp) shenanigans with him, and you can also click these links for my other rambleposts about him ^^

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

Hey, you know that black and red costume I designed for Peter?

I thought of a better use for it.

I've been writing some stuff about Kaine that's based on Scarlet Spider (2012) (and in fact loosely follows parts of the plot lol) and I realized that it would make some amount of sense for Kaine to switch to something a little more goth-y after *checks notes* being eaten alive by werewolves, and then I was like, you know, I had that design I gave Peter... does he really NEED that suit??? he has like 8 other suit designs I can use...

so then I made the red pink because even in this I want to retain the pink as something he kind of can't bring himself not to use esp in the context of the way kaine is sexually othered (both canonically and in my AU) etc etc etc

edited this with my trackpad (lmao) so did not bother to try to do any shading...

anyway

(Scarlet Spider #13)

The all pink costume w/ the chromatic lenses (you can see the original lineup I did for Kaine: here) will still come into play but I think it will be an after thing. timeline being: pink tarantula costume in most of 2015 until it gets completely destroyed —> then a black costume for a few months at least into 2016 while his head is shaved —> then the pink one with the lensed mask and the open back for his hair when he starts to grow it out again.

the only tragedy of this is that i love the weird opaque-translucent lenses on the OG red and black suit i drew but

that type of light scattering and this kind of rubbery/neoprene-esque texture just would not make sense in context for Kaine. Alas. IDK if I'll be able to find a use for those lenses lol

the other suit lineups (for Ben, Peter and Kaine) are linked in my pinned post.

[b0amagination]

Tastes of Whumptober: Day 24

Equipment often refers to mechanical components, buuuut... I took some creative liberties with the definition.

Equipment Failure

“Oh, that’s very illegal.” A suspicious gaze cast upon his weapon, tightening their grip on something hidden behind their back.

“And fighting in the streets isn’t?”

“I didn’t say my work was legal either. But working for morals is far more respectable than working for the highest bidder.” The mercenary shrugged at that, casually swinging the weapon: a light but sturdy chain with a heavy weight at both ends: one as a handle, one as a bludgeon.

“Someone wants you gone. They’d find a way to do it even if I weren’t here.” And he reeled the chain back to strike at his opponent who jumped out of the way just in time.

“What is that thing anyway?” the vigilante asked.

“Manrikigusari. Or a manriki.” He grinned and held it up, sliding a hand along the chain links. “It originated in Feudal Japan.”

“And you, what, just picked this up? You do understand I’m not the one to test new techniques against, yes?”

His body still remembered the wounds of previous encounters. Yes, they were certainly dangerous.

“I’ve trained in many different techniques. You’d be surprised.”

“Surprise me then.”

The vigilante lunged forth, flicking out a baton and reaching for his side. But the chain flew up and pushed it away before it could make contact. The weight clipped their hand and they gasped softly.

“Surprised?” He was beaming now, proud of his work.

“Not bad at all.” They readjusted their grip on the baton and swung it through the air. Reminding him of the consequences, should he slip up.

He took it as a challenge and struck first this time, sending the weight spiraling through the air at them. They sidestepped and swung again, this time making contact with his hip, and they went for a jab when the weight slammed into their thigh with bruising force.

The vigilante stumbled back, gingerly testing weight on their foot. Thankfully he hadn’t hit a joint. Their opponent took it as a sign of weakness and strode forward to finish them off, but they deflected his blow and pulled themself back upright. 

They exchanged blows like that, both growing wearier as the fight wore on. 

“Just… give up already!” The mercenary huffed.

“I’d rather… not meet your employer… ngh!” His manriki punched them square in the stomach and swung back for a second blow. Out of desperation, they stuck out their hand to defend themself. 

The chain struck hard, but they closed and trapped it in their fist.

“Ha!” It hurt like hell and they could hardly feel more then numb tingling, but this was their chance. He wasn’t letting go of his only defense, but they were physically stronger.

One harsh pull forced him forward to his hands and knees. 

‘Shit! Let go, you- gAH!”

The vigilante smashed his wrist under their foot, digging and twisting their heel until his grip gave out. And that foot stayed in place as they tucked the baton under their shoulder and gathered the manriki into their own hands. 

“This is a handy little thing, really. Maybe I’ll try it myself someday.” They tried it out, spinning it unevenly but making contact with his opposite shoulder, eliciting a cry. It was tucked into their pocket with a satisfied hum and they finally let him back up. 

“Give that back, asshole!” Predictably flailing for their pockets despite his bad wrist... Their baton slammed him up against the narrow alley’s wall. 

“We’re playing with my weapons now, bud.” One hand barred him with steel and the other drew a dagger. “Now, I need a name. Your employer’s in particular.”

Hands flailed for theirs, but with two bad arms it was hardly effective. 

“I ain’t telling you jack!” His carefully curated neural accent slipped away in times of stress, it seemed.

“Would you rather crawl back to bleed out on their doorstep?” The pointed tip explored his side, feeling for the best place of entry.

“I said what I said.”

“Suit yourself.” Their dagger plunged in deep, then pushed to the hilt when that wasn’t deemed quite enough. The mercenary’s mouth was opened in an “O”, only realizing he could scream after looking down past the baton.

“You dick!!! You stabbed me!” Ragged breathing set on rather quickly. “You…! I don’t- I don’t have a phone!”

“Am I to blame for you being an absolute dunce, now?”

“Fuck off!”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” They gripped the hilt, preparing to wrench it out of the wound, but… “You know, on second thought, this isn’t anything special.” They pulled out a handkerchief and rubbed it over the grip to erase their fingerprints, jostling it in the process.

“No, please- don’t!” 

“I’m letting you keep it, bud. A reminder of who you’re fucking with.” One last hard tap on the hilt and they removed their baton, watching him collapse to the ground, and turning on their heel. “Well, it’s been fun. See you around.”

[theladyofshalott1989]

Writing Prompt #2: Poppy Sweeting x Imelda Reyes

Thanks to @celestial--sapphic for providing the second prompt:

Poppy attending one of Imelda's Quidditch matches

Poppy Sweeting x Imelda Reyes

Word Count: 1328

Rating: Teen

[ AO3 link ] ✨✨✨

Poppy’s first Quidditch match as Imelda’s paramour was going exactly as expected. Splendidly. Imelda was in top-form, directing her teammates confidently, as the Slytherin Quidditch Captain should, and chasing her opponents with a singular focus, like a Hungarian Horntail pursuing its prey. 

Now, if only Poppy knew more about Quidditch…

Seated in the stands with her fellow Hufflepuffs, sporting a very conspicuous Slytherin scarf that drew some pointed glances - though she couldn’t have cared less, especially since Hufflepuff wasn’t even playing today - she tilted her head back, squinting against the sun’s harsh rays. There, amidst the whirl of the other players, she watched Imelda soar by on her broom, a vision of grace and finesse, her ebony ponytail trailing behind her. 

Poppy sighed wistfully. And to think, just yesterday afternoon she had been straddling Imelda on her broom as Imelda deftly maneuvered one of her old broom trial courses from their fifth year, the year Professor Black banned Quidditch. It had been quite a remarkable experience, the wind in her hair, her body pressed tightly against Imelda’s lithe but muscular frame. Poppy didn’t doubt that one day Imelda would realize her dream of joining the ranks of the Holyhead Harpies. She was that good, and oh so passionate. 

Her attention was diverted by raucous cheering coming from the Slytherins in the stands across the way. While it seemed like Slytherin was winning, Poppy couldn’t exactly say for sure. She was too distracted by Imelda’s outrageously talented self, and, well, to be totally honest, Gerald the Puffskein, who was currently squirming around on her lap. In fact, he was humming very loudly, so loudly that Poppy was worried that someone might overhear. She technically wasn’t supposed to have taken him out of Professor Howin’s class, but she couldn’t help it! He had seemed down and she thought a rousing Quidditch match might cheer him up. 

Fortunately, Professor Howin was seated among the other professors in a stand further down the way. There was no chance they’d be spotted together. Unless…

A Bludger streaked across her field of vision, and then, in an unexpected turn of events, zipped back directly from whence it came. The crowd erupted into startled cries and gasps of alarm as they ducked down. Poppy followed suit, shielding Gerald beneath her, her reaction slightly delayed but thankfully swift enough to avoid a potentially deadly blow.

Well, Quidditch was quite exhilarating, that was for certain. Poppy hadn’t been entirely sure, this having been only her second game ever, the first having been back in her first year. She hadn’t found her first particularly thrilling, so she hadn’t bothered attending any more matches since. But now, she had a reason to be here, and a captivating one at that. The mere thought of Imelda caused her cheeks to flush. 

As Poppy regained her composure, adjusting herself back into a comfortable seated position, she whispered, “Are you okay, Gerald?” Gerald remained in her lap, covered in a blanket she’d brought specifically for him to ensure he didn’t catch a chill in the crisp fall air. He wiggled in her lap, snuffling at her hand. “Alright, you.” Poppy pulled a treat out of her pocket and offered it to him. As expected, he gobbled it up immediately.

Poppy soon lost track of time entirely. Tending to an adorably mischievous Puffskein would do that. Every so often she’d steal a glance at Imelda, only to be preoccupied once more with Gerald. She vaguely registered the sound of more cheering, although she couldn’t pinpoint its origin, and then, before she knew it, her classmates began bustling around her, scooting past her as they exited the Quidditch pitch. 

Was the game over already? Who won? Imelda would certainly expect her to know who won, wouldn’t she? Merlin! She should have paid better attention. 

“See this crowd? All my doing,” Poppy heard before Imelda stumbled into view before her, a bit unsteady on her feet. Imelda’s grace on a broom didn’t always seem to extend to solid ground. Poppy suppressed a smile. She would never say so aloud, but she found this quirk oddly endearing.

“You’ve got good flying technique, I’ll give you that,” Poppy teased, lifting Gerald, blanket and all, and cradling him gently in her left arm as she rose to her feet.

“Hello, Gerald,” Imelda said, tugging on the strap of her broom across her shoulder. “Dare I ask?”

“He wanted to go on an adventure!”

“And did he enjoy himself?”

Poppy flashed Imelda a coy smile. “Hmm, perhaps,” she replied. How long could she delay Imelda from finding out she wasn’t quite certain who won the match? A minute? Five?

“Hmph,” Imelda huffed, placing a hand on her cocked hip. “And you? What did you think?”

Poppy weighed her options. Realizing she had a fifty-fifty chance, she decided it was worth the risk. “A well-won victory, I must say,” she ventured, resisting the urge to cross her fingers behind her back. 

At first, Imelda remained stoic, giving away nothing. She was a stubborn mask of solemnity. Then, unexpectedly, she laughed. It was a glorious turn of expression that warmed Poppy to her core. 

“Not bad, for a Hufflepuff,” Imelda finally said.

“Hmm?” Poppy questioned, trying her best to play it cool.

“You were too distracted by Gerald, weren’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her cheeks warmed, presumably flushing, which would inevitably betray her lie.

Imelda surprised Poppy yet again with a playful smirk. “Honestly, some people should be re-Sorted. And you were correct, by the way. We won. Good guess.” 

Poppy let loose a shy smile. “You’re not cross with me?” she asked, rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand.

“Maybe a little,” Imelda admitted. “But this was only the first match of many. I fully expect you to make it up to me.”

“Oh?” 

“And now you can’t say no to my next suggestion.”

Poppy raised a brow. “Your next suggestion?”

“It’s about time you got your own broom.”

“A broom? But I have Highwing!”

“And that’s all well and good, but Highwing needs a rest every once in a while.” 

Poppy glanced down at Gerald who had fallen asleep in the crook of her arm. “Let’s say I agree with you. What’s in it for me?” she teased.

Imelda grinned. Her brown eyes twinkled mischievously in the sunlight. “You. Me. In the air. Flying side by side.” 

“Oh, I don’t know…I’m not much of a flier.”

“If you’re worried about technique, don’t be. I’ll make you better, don’t you worry.”

Poppy brought a hand to her chin in mock contemplation. She took a breath. “Alright, it’s a date. When do we start?”

Imelda swiftly pulled her broom out from behind her back and straddled it. She gestured for Poppy to join her. “We start now. I’ll take you to Spintwitches.” 

Poppy chuckled. “Why’d I even ask?” she muttered, mostly to herself. “Gerald,” she said, shaking her arm gently. “Are you up for another adventure?” He opened one eye, made a movement with his head that seemed like an assent, and then snuggled back into her chest. She’d ensure she kept a firm hold on him in the air. 

Giving Imelda a curt nod, she said, “Gerald says yes.”

“Oh good, if Gerald says so.” 

“Hold on, not so fast.” Poppy strode purposefully forward. She didn’t give Imelda time to react before smacking a kiss on her perfect lips. 

Once she stepped back, she reveled in Imelda’s wide-eyed stare. “What was that for?” Imelda asked.

“Does a girl need an excuse to kiss her ladylove?”

“Pfft, hardly,” Imelda replied, a fleeting hint of affection softening her features before her customary mask of seriousness settled back into place. “Now pop on, Hufflepuff. I’m not the patient sort.”

Poppy did as commanded, tamping down her sudden urge to snog the living daylights out of Imelda. There would be time for that later. Yes, later.

[cloud-somersault]

it's 2AM and everyone's asleep - can i talk about how cool the whole "each time a celestial primate is born an anomaly happens" thing is??

because since it's so ambiguous in JTTW, it's fun to just play around with that, like other media has in the interpretations in the other 3 like.

i just think it's COOL because Wukong's eyes pierced the sky and alerted Heaven -- what other cool things could happen? and Macaque's was so.

Originally, it was going to be "And when you were born, the entire moon went dark." but that couldn't happen for a variety of reasons. The anomalies have to affect something, but it can't be lasting. It has to be something that gets the attention of the divine in a way that they immediately know "hey, something's going on."

and with MK's, it's sooo MUCH, that it drew the attention of everyone! Because, comparatively we have 1) a bright golden light, 2) a shadow falling over the moon, 3) all the stars flashing brighter for a few seconds, 4) an earthquake that shakes all the realms PLUS golden flowers blooming on the trees.

the fact that there's TWO parts is super important. I wanted that to be a showing of MK's power but also to show his nature as the celestial primate of balance. Because the trees bloomed gold in every realm to highlight his influence and duty, but the earthquake speaks to how powerful he is, how that power has to be carefully maintained or it could spiral out of control.

because I kind of just thought about the nature of the anomalies, too. Wukong's being that bright light and it piercing Heaven just makes me think of his title about being equal to Heaven, how he wanted to be recognized and respected and treated as a divine. that craving for attention.

Macaque's is subtle, a "blink and you miss it" type anomaly because it happened so fast, but it's noticeable in a way like "wait, what was that? the moonlight faded for a second" it's sneaky, it's not outright asking for attention...it's making itself known, but keeping to the night, stalking the shadows. and obvs. the moon itself being linked to the tides, Macaque being born from seafoam. It's neat!! just the symbolism that's associated with water -- wisdom, patience, restoration, guidance. it suits him so well.

Can't talk about the third one for Little Star too much, but the stars FLASHING brighter for a few seconds? all that burning gas just... getting HOTTER and more intense, lighting up the night sky??? attention grabbing for sure, but also intense. exciting, captivating, thinking, perhaps, that something wonderful is about to happen, but then it fades...

it's fun to think about it link them to their characters.

[oozmium]

SMT IVF Post-Release Interview WITH SPOILERS (04/13/2016) Translation

Translator: VerdantGrove

ENG Proof: Elegy

This is a translation excerpt of a post-release interview for SMT IVF. The original interview can be found here; the contents that were translated is all of page 3 and half of page 4. This portion of the interview discusses some developmental details regarding the characters.

Interviewees: 

Kazuyuki Yamai (referred to as Yamai) - producer

Satoshi Oyama (referred to as Oyama) - director

Masayuki Doi (referred to as Doi) - character designer

Ryota Kozuka (referred to as Kozuka) - sound composer

Dreamwidth Link

The Appeal of Engaging With This Work That Grows More Fascinating As More Is Revealed

In the previous interview, we heard that in the first iteration of the project, the protagonist was an older adult. We would like to inquire about the particulars involved in both the game, “SMT IVF,” and the transition from that previously established aspect.

Doi: This time, we’ll present this illustration of the protagonist from the early stages of the project for the first time. (Illustration below). Though you may be able to understand this fact just by looking at the illustration, this image was ultimately reflected in Asahi’s father; Asahi inherited the pilot-style attire from him. In the initial stages of the project, the approach we took to the story was that of an adult protagonist, Nozomi, and Navarre journeying together—we’d yet to conceptualize the other companions.

Kozuka: I had seen the project proposal at that time as well, but they were also considering making Navarre the protagonist for a short while, and, although it’s MegaTen, they were coming out with dramatic parts that were a bit “slice-of-life”-ish, so it proved to be quite challenging content—I was puzzling over what music would be suited for such a story.

Yamai: With regards to the sequence of events prior to the beginning of the major conflict of this work, Jonathan had become the seraph Merkabah, Walter had consecrated himself to the Demon King Lucifer, and Flynn and Isabeau had come to bear the respect and aspirations of the people of Tokyo on their backs. Out of all of those samurai, it was only the failure Navarre who had been unable to accomplish anything. Which is exactly why we thought that we’d dig even deeper into his character.

Oyama: However, there was some mixed reception in-house to the idea of intertwining Navarre with the main characters, so I recall, contrary to expectation, being stirred into action by the phrase “You hate him that much? Then I’ll just make him a ghost!”

Yamai: The theme we wanted to depict in this project was “growth from failure,” so myself and Mr. Oyama were both Navarre stans¹ to a degree (laughs). However, if it were to be a completely new work, Mr. Doi wanted to create a protagonist who could stand alongside Flynn. We also reconsidered the idea of making the protagonist an adult, determining that if we were to depict a theme of growth, boys and girls would be much more suited to that—thus, ultimately, the work settled into what it is today.

—So the other companions came to be after you decided to make the protagonist a child, then?

Doi: To give you a glimpse into the change in setting, initially, Asahi had much more of a strong-minded personality, and Toki was a frail shrine maiden of the Ring of Gaea, and such—so there was a considerable change. As everyone was pitching their ideas on what kind of partners we should add to make the drama more interesting for the protagonist, I drew various concepts for them. And as the construction of the scenario and systems progressed, the character’s settings and roles began to solidify.

Yamai: One of the reasons we changed Asahi’s personality to a braver one was because every character that surrounds her, including the protagonist who returned from the dead with the strength of the demon god Dagda, is a superhuman being. Amidst all of this, we found ourselves wanting to include a character who was almost an ordinary person while still making her into a childhood friend who stood close to the protagonist.

—In regards to Toki, she wasn’t an assassin at first, yes? Her “true face” is also quite striking.

Doi: I knew that I wanted to illustrate some sort of gap, so I had her wear a mask to hide her true face, as well as having her give off the unapproachable aura of the Ring of Gaea that she’s a member of. Even so, I aimed to bring about the charm and appeal that you’ll discover when a girl like that opens up her heart.

Yamai: Also, as for why she’s an assassin—The Ring of Gaea is an influence that holds the chaotic ideology of “it is those with strength who survive.” However, since those associated with them are humans, there are also likely cases of married couples who enter the Ring and sacrifice their children to it. Toki’s upbringing, of course, was within this environment, and thus was very unusual.

Doi: As for the gap aspect, that also has a backing in Hallelujah showing a sort of “awakening.” At the start of the project, we had him as half-Japanese and half-Black. We thought, “Naturally there’d be foreigners in this closed-off Tokyo, so if a child like this made an appearance, it could show the current status quo or idiosyncrasies of this world or something.” Afterward, once we established him to be a member of the Ashura-Kai, he became half-human and half-demon. I was asking for ideas on how to portray Hallelujah’s “awakening” in a way that’d fire everyone up, and I expressed that to the staff who were helping me with my work. When it came to the hair color and such, they just switched through the options on the computer super fast, and when I thought “that’s the one!” we discussed it together.

—So the player’s impression of both Toki and Hallelujah changes the more they play the game. Especially with the depiction of the Tokugawa Mandala surrounding them…

Yamai: Throughout a series of events, Toki comes into contact with the Aether, which elicits many emotions such as that of lust, and that later causes her hidden side to peek through again and again. (laughs). That serves as the background for some drama as well. To begin with, on top of that scenario, a situation occurs where the Demon Summoning Program becomes unusable, yet there also exists in this world a force that can transcend the program and summon demons. On top of that, if we look back at Japan’s history, during the Edo Period, this country was closed off to the rest of the world and was forcefully opened in its final years. Furthermore, there’s also the interpretation that Japan’s ancient gods ended up being encroached upon by gods and demons of other countries and that we should push back against that encroachment. When in reality, there are plenty of temples all over Japan that worship those kinds of unsavory things. The Divine Powers that appeared for the first time in SMT IVF used the Tokugawa Mandala, composed of the five Fudo temples located all over Tokyo, like a mystical barrier to seal off the Demon Summoning Program. By no means was this an event that was created for the sole purpose of making Toki do or say something provocative—when we were deciding who would be the best at practicing self-restraint when their heart was assailed by the desire that comes from being touched by the Aether, we came to the conclusion that Toki, as an assassin from the Ring of Gaea who was raised to discard her emotions as much as possible, would be the most suitable.

—The demon Krishna, leader of the Divine Powers, had quite a strong impact within the story as well, wouldn’t you say?

Doi: For me personally, Krishna was the one who I designed to be closer to a human, rather than a god or a demon. The reason for that is that he’s in a position where he’s appealing to mankind for “salvation,” and so we thought that it would be better suited to our goals to have him take the image of someone who meets the humans halfway rather than someone divine. Originally, in the form where he’s depicted as a god of Hindu mythology, the color of his body was blue, as opposed to black, which is considered impure. However, if he were to retain his blue color after taking a human form, he would be feared, so we gave him brown skin in this work. Even so, we wanted to leave remnants of that blue-skinned image behind, so we kept that element in his hair color. The fact that he’s clad in Western-style clothing in this work is intended to capture the hearts of people today, and it’s also historically grounded in the British rule of India.

Kozuka: As for the sound design, we gave all of the other gods and demons a voice effect that gives them an otherworldly feeling, but it’s only Krishna whose voice we left as human-like, yet powerful. 

—I see. I suppose that means that hundreds of years before Krishna’s resurrection in this work, when he was in this world, he took a different form than he currently has…?

Doi: That’s how I think of it. To add on, this is only one interpretation of the work, but I believe that the “Vishnu Flynn” who makes an appearance in the story is closer to Krishna’s original form. 

Yamai: There’s the dimension that the gods of “SMT IV” and “SMT IVF” have established their power and existence due to the faith and recognition of humans, which is very unique compared to other related MegaTen games. In a sense, the gods are in a scramble competing for the attention of humans, but it’s difficult to truly move people’s hearts by simply forcing them to say something. In this work, Lucifer and Merkabah both take human forms, and that’s one reason why.

Doi: You can see a trend among angels who want to gather the faith of humans in that those towards the bottom will have a form more similar to a human, and the higher they rank, the further detached from humanity they become—you can think of that as another reason.

Yamai: Of course, this is the world of “SMT IV” and “SMT IVF,” so even if there is a next installment, it won’t necessarily be the same.

—

TL Notes

1: The original Japanese word used is oshi, which literally means “to push for/support.” However, in fan culture, oshi has grown to be used in a similar way to “stan”—a Navarre oshi would be considered a Navarre stan, and someone saying their oshi is Navarre would be equivalent to saying that he is their favorite/bias. 

[inviernainvicta]

Moonlit Thieves Chapter 3 Reflection

Hey there. I thought it would be fun to talk a little bit about Moonlit Thieves, my fanfiction that takes the cast of Persona 3 and puts them in the setting of Persona 5.

For Chapter 3, I'd like to talk about Aigis! The decision to make Aigis the Morgana expy was honestly pretty easy. It was always going to be her or Koromaru, and while I love Koromaru he's not really well suited to being a guide imo (and every piece of art I've seen that morganafies him is terrifying, no matter what direction it goes). So, Aigis it is! She fits the role kinda perfectly as I hope you'll see, and there's a lot about her I'm excited to explore in future chapters. Her real world form is... fun, let's say. ...I don't know why I'm playing coy there, it's on the cover art lmao. Beyond having Aigis as a guide though, I do also want to talk about her Persona. Her original Persona, Palladion, was a wooden statue of Athena that was said to protect the city of Troy. That evolution into the actual Athena later on is crucial to her character arc, but I did love the idea of her starting with a concept instead of a person or myth. As for the Persona itself, I drew inspiration primarily from Sophia! Her "Persona" was the main source for both choosing a concept as a Persona, and just how Aigis' looks and behaves. Robots unite! If you want to read this chapter, or the rest of the fic in general, here's the link!

[smilesrobotlover]

what inspired your Link’s outfits? I love them!

Thank you! I’m not sure what inspired them but I’ll just talk about them (without pictures cuz I can’t 😔)

Sky: I really loved the green color he had from LU, how everyone had a deeper green shade while he had a lighter, more minty green shade (maybe not minty green but sh), so I went with that color cuz it suited him so well! I also like him having his sash so I keep them. His design sorta changed, I originally had him wearing more baggy clothes, but I added bracers and tightened up his clothes a tad. I also kept his green pants from the beginning of the game cuz I thought that’d look quirky. The biggest things were the sailcloth and loftwing feather. I always vibed with feather earrings, and I wanted the feather to be king, but when I actually drew it, it was a HUGE pain. So I removed it and just put it on his belt. And I put the sailcloth on his belt as well cuz I HATE drawing capes lol. Luckily drawing Sky for a bit made me realize what I liked and disliked about his design so I was able to change some things. I do love the diamond thing on his chest. Admittedly LU inspired the design a lot lol, but in the end I kept some stuff for myself :)

Minish: the Minish clothes inspired his shirt! I found his og shirt very bland so I spiced things up with a leafy shirt and called it a day UwU. I also liked him having a headband with an Ezlo pendant at the end, thought it looked cute! And I think I added some metal toes cuz what if you dropped a hammer on your feet? Anyways, it’s safe to say LU inspired a lot of these designs and I’m not ashamed to admit that (LU did NOT inspire this au tho)

Time: I was actually inspired by bonus Links with their oot Link having a vest. I thought it was a cute and gave my Time a more farm outfit. I made his shirt a more forest green and gave him a weird eyepatch to cover half his face, and then gave him cowboy boots cuz I thought they looked cool. I lvoe his pants cuz he looks like a sexy mom so there’s that lol. Also, about his hair, this is an unpopular opinion but I prefer his short and spiky hair 😔 I’m sorry to the folks who loved the long ponytail. I also added some gloves that I think are strength gloves that aren’t ungraded? Made his outfit more battle ready (in the beginning the Links were in more comfy clothes but I didn’t like that)

Legend: oh boy, he probably has my fav design lol. I sorta added this red sash thing to go against his green shirt and I think it turned out cool! And the red accents look dope as well! I’m particularly proud of his boots, which sorta resemble the Pegasus boots (I think that’s what they’re called 😭). Also I love the idea of legend link hating pants so he wears shorts. He hates pants. He’s just like me fr

Hyrule: I’m not sure how much of Lu inspired my Hyrule, but I always ADORED Lu Hyrule’s floofy hair so I kept that. I kinda like his clothes being baggy and casual, and I made his boots a little scuffed since he travels a lot. Idk what is going on with his design tho. I cant think of anything specific that I did with his design minus the boots and turtle neck (I noticed one of the designs for Zelda 2 had link in a turtle neck and I thought that was perfect for Hyrule). Yeah not many thoughts. Just like the amount of thoughts going through his head

Twi: oh boy, I just gave him a shirt that matched Rusl’s cuz it has a boob window, gave him that dumb arm thing, his ordon sash and obi, and just sorta lightly tweaked his farmer’s outfit. His boots are meant to have goat fur popping out cuz I thought that’d be cool. Plus an ordon goat on his design cuz he likes goats. Not much to say

Four: I looked at all the knights from the FS manga and tried to make him look like that. I always thought his braid and color thing was unique and showed the four colors well. I also made his clothes more white and cream colored cuz I’ve seen four Links as white and then go colorful when they split and I LOVED that. He also gets a cool cape. He sued to have more Arno but I removed it cuz he’s still a kid and I hate drawing Armor.

Windy: oh boy, I had to change his design since I aged him down, but I gave him a sleeveless overcoat since there are a lot of overcoats with pirates. I also gave him a pirate-esque shirt and made his colors more deadpan green which I ADORE. I always liked his gray pants and simple shoes so I kept those!

Spirit: it’s just his engineer outfit, nothing special lol. A boy…

Age: idk how I feel about his design, but I mixed the knight’s outfit with the champion’s tunic with a hint of the zora armor and Mipha’s scale!

Wild: I sorta mixed the Hylian tunic with the champion’s tunic. Again, idk how I feel about it but Wild has his entire wardrobe on him so I can just change his design whenever I want UwU

Warriors: made his scarf look more triangle and covering his neck, and added some pizzaz to it, idk.

[hyperactivetransdrone]

Drone god/goddess concept art I drew more information under the picture:

First of all: I don't have a drawing tablet or like a large touch screen and pencil and I don't like the screen moving except for maybe tiny details so I need a large screen with art that is locked in place like paper to draw digitally so I did it on paper

Anyway on the left is the full art which I now realize was a stupid decision as I should have done it on the right to minimize the art streaking because I'm left handed but on the right is the line art. I didn't draw hands as that's the hardest part. I did draw the hands on the glove concept just to show what it would look like if done correctly, same with the heel concept but reverse.

The mask itself has essentially a "breathing hole" in the front. The god doesn't need to breathe so it's there for aesthetic purposes and if anyone wants to make this an actual mask. I took a lot from drones I saw on the internet and tried to incorporate as much as I could into it's design. The tubes on the mask just go into the suit as shown with the head concept the tubes on the mouth go back and into the head and combine onto the larger tube in the back of it's head going to probably an oxygen tank or something. I realize as I was finishing this that it's sort of like the Pokémon Mewtwo but that was entirely coincidental. The visor is, well first and foremost it's eyes but Secondly it can make that visor into a Hypnotic spiral to create more drones although I will go over it's personality later.

The hair isn't actual hair as it doesn't even have a scalp the "hair" is there to make is seem both more intimidating but also less at the same time as the more human it looks the more approachable something is.

It's skin is made entirely of a latex-like substance hence all the shiny bits I did mess up on the legs on that part as I originally used marker but after I did that I couldn't draw in the shadows so I opted for a metallic black paint painting over the original marker so the legs do look a bit jank compared to the arms. The shoulders I stole from some of Lady Gaga's outfits, it also helps to make it's shoulders seem wider, therefore more intimidating.

Originally I wanted to do ballet heels for it's feet instead of normal heels but I wanted it to be more of a "mother of all drones" type thing so it would have to look more dominant so I chose to not do ballet heels, instead opting for near-thigh-high-boot-heels as the lip of the boots (and also elbows) would prevent it from moving comfortably when walking (or doing arm gestures)

I purposely put her in an A-Pose as I just wanted to see her in her base standing form before I put her where she basically lives, which I may also post when I finish this. I would have posted this on my soon to be general blog where that would hold all my story telling things, however as this character is more... erotic in nature I opted to post it here

Anyway with its personality it fully thinks that being a drone is first of all must be completely consensual, anyone caught forcing someone to become a drone against his/her will (Including their but this is storytelling so just assume I mean anyone when I say his/her) due to it being the top of the hivemind and is the only drone capable of independent thought they WILL be caught will be Hunted down by it (or some kind of drone, it depends on how I want to take this story, maybe all active drones) and have something done (don't know what yet) and the person force droned will be taken extreme care of by the goddess and given an option of whether or not that person wishes to leave. Nextly, all human drones (so drone converts) must be human at least once or twice a week, for example if you are being a drone because you are depressed and just don't want to feel, that's perfectly okay with the god but if you never want to come out you will be kicked out of being a drone for 24 hours if you stay a drone for too long. Then it doesn't care why you decided to become a drone, it could be for sex, depression, productivity, but all it does care about is if you take care of yourself. Anyone who does decide to be a drone, however will always not only be taken care of by it but also it will always try to protect it's drones. Finally it will never force anyone to become a drone (except maybe those who abuse the power of dronification to have power over people) and will gladly show anyone who think that what it does is evil, the reason why people come to it to be a drone.

There is of course a hierarchy of drones but I haven't ironed out all the details yet. The place where it basically lives, however, is in a ceo like office on a computer behind the desk where the central Hive of drones go to. That place is sort of like a hotel for drones, and it's free to stay in if your a drone as well.

Final note about my artwork:

Please do not use my artwork without crediting me, if you see some of my art without any credit, please either ask them to credit me or report it to me, with a link, thank you! :3

[dabbingonronpa]

Did a little doodle last night about a Spidey-suit inspired by Link's fit in TOTK so I just drew... this in about 2-3 hours before crashing.

original sketch below

[tendertendrils1]

For the ask game!! 🌩️💧

🌩️ something funny from a wip. (The story I originally thought of in response to this was simply too spicy for tumblr, so here’s another; a bit of dialogue for several years down the line from where Rupees and Rods is now.)

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“Link.” The salesman wheedle rode the edges of even that simple, short name.

Link’s eyes narrowed. Suspicion rearing, he lifted his head. 

Ravio gave him a nervous smile. Which, of course, just made Link’s lips purse and his brow tighten further. 

Ravio rallied anyway. “You know how we’ve talked about Hilda wanting me to establish more firm diplomatic relations with Hyrule’s neighbors? In person, not just in letters? And how you’re coming with?” He rushed to add, clearly not eager to have a repeat of the circular arguments they’d gotten into in regards to the entire topic.

“Yes?” Link drew the end of the word out. 

“The nearest one is Hytopia. I've already been in contact with–”

Immediate horror. Link recoiled. "No." 

“But!”

“No.” 

Every single one of those stupid outfits was still there. Probably still in the same trunk Stylia cheerfully told him they’d be stored in, just in case he ever returned. Visions danced in Link’s head. He could well imagine Ravio’s reaction to seeing even one of them, and it did not bode well for Link’s pride.

The salesman’s smile grew blinding. “Perfect! Hytopia it is!”

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💧 something romantic/hot from a wip (Link and Ravio share one last quiet moment before their wedding party) -

They’d helped each other dress in the richly appointed room of the castle that would also serve as their honeymoon suite before a pair of assistants dragged them to separate rooms to do their hair. But they had another brief moment in it now, their last chance to be alone before the party.

“Are you all right?” Seeing his obvious nerves, Ravio leaned in close, smoothing his hands over the already-perfect shoulders of Link’s rich new outfit. He was almost afraid of touching Ravio in return lest he cause any rumpled clothing. The tightness around his eyes quickly overrode the moment of hesitation. He put his hands on Ravio’s hips. Ravio didn’t hesitate to step closer, fully into Link’s personal space. 

“I’ll be fine. It’s just our friends.” 

And a few nobles. And–

Ravio leaned in, lips brushing soft over Link's own. And then, on the second pass, lingering and firm. His hands fluttered up towards Link’s hair and then away again, remembering at the last moment not to dislodge the decorations there. 

“Thank you for this,” he breathed. 

“Are you happy? With how all the planning turned out?” Link could put up with one party if it meant Ravio would be happy. “Yes.” His eyes gleamed. The next touch that landed on Link’s chest made him very aware of what he wore under the fancy new garments. “I’m happy with my plans for after, as well,” he purred. Link swallowed, suddenly both more and less confident in his ability to get through this. More, because that look promised distraction, often, probably whenever Ravio noticed him growing tense and possibly just when it would be annoying. Less, because Link found himself desperate for having what those bedroom eyes promised right now.

[smaptain-smerica]

Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

Master list

Time

Third Person POV

DAY 1

Rooster sat in a waiting room chair, anxiously bouncing his let up and down as him and the rest of the pilots waited for news on wolf. Rooster looked down at his watch. 4:37 am.

It had been just about an hour after the end of their mission. The rescue boat retrieved y/n within 15 minutes, avoiding the enemy fleets return to base. The rescue crew had told everybody that she was awake and swimming when they found her. The second she got on the boat, her body gave into the cold from the ocean and the injury on her back. They immediately rushed her to the hospital and everybody else followed.

And now, the dagger team waited for an update. The rest of the team sat exhausted in the waiting room. Coyote and Bob were closing their eyes, no telling if they were actually sleeping. Rooster couldn't imagine sleeping, he could hardly sit still. Phoenix walked back into the room, two cups of hot coffee in her hands. She walked over to Rooster and sat down next to him, holding out a cup.

"Here." She said.

Rooster looked over at his friend, a grateful smile on his face. "Thanks." He said dryly, taking the cup in his hand and taking a drink of the cheap, hospital coffee.

"I figured you would want to stay awake."

Rooster sighed, putting his head in his empty hand and shaking it. "I shouldn't have panicked. I should have used my guns when we first saw it. The plane just came out of nowhere..."

"Hey," Phoenix put a hand on her friend in comfort. "Don't talk like that. There isn't anything I would have done differently. You were out of options."

Rooster looked over at Phoenix and sheepishly smiled. He didn't believe what she had said. There was a list of a million different things he wish he would have done differently.

"You really like her don't you?" Phoenix asked.

"Yes, I really do."

Rooster and Phoenix shared a silent moment between the two of them. "I'm happy for you, Bradley."

Roosters attention was drawn to a hushed argument around the corner. One voice that stood out to him was Maverick. He stood up and leaned around the corner, listening in on Mavericks conversation with Cyclone.

"I just don't understand why it was that bad. The flight suits are supposed to be fire retardant."

"Fire retardant does not mean fire proof, Pete."

"But it should have lasted longer than that! She was airborne for 15 seconds, tops."

"I know, I know. I'm already in contact with lawyers for investigation."

Roosters heart dropped to his stomach. His expression must have reflected what he felt because Phoenix immediately asked what was wrong.

"Cyclone said they're going to investigate our flight suits."

"Investigate?" Fanboy asked.

"Something about her suit being faulty, it should have withstood the fire for longer than it did." Rooster explained.

Hangman scoffed from his chair and shook his head. "First a faulty partner, now faulty equipment."

"Come on Hangman don't do this. Not now." Rooster was exhausted when he spoke, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Hangman stood up from his chair, his face hardened into a more serious expression. "You're right, I should have done this earlier. She should not have been with you on that mission."

"What, and she should have been with you? To get left high and dry with that enemy MiG?" Rooster defended himself, squaring off his shoulders and balling his fists up.

Hangman stepped closer to Rooster, the two hot headed, yelling men now only a foot apart. "I wouldn't have bitched out like you! The only reason you two were partners is because you're sleeping together! Did you ask Mav to partner you-"

Before hangman could finish his sentence, Roosters fist connected with hangman's jaw. Before hangman or rooster had the chance to jump at one another again, the rest of the pilot crew separated them.  "What the hell is wrong with you two?" Maverick said sternly.

All the pilots turned to look at their mentor. "You are in uniform, representing the United States Navy. Your teammate- your friend, is unconscious in a hospital bed right now and this is how you choose to portray yourselves? I am so disappointed in you!"

The pilots looked around at one another, all their faces turned to guilt and they suddenly looked like school children getting lectured. "Seresin. Take a walk. I don't want to see you for at least 15 minutes. Bradshaw, come with me."

Rooster cursed to himself, secretly hoping Maverick had not heard what Hangman had said. He was dreading this conversation.

Maverick led them down the hall a ways and slipped into an empty hallway of the hospital. Maverick turned around to face rooster and held out his hand. "Let me see." He instructed.

Rooster held out his hand, his knuckles were sore and reddening. "Does it hurt?" Maverick asked.

"Just sore."

"Good. That's good."

"Are you not mad at me?"

Maverick looked at Rooster, a smirk slowly growing on his face. "For defending yourself and my daughter? No. Absolutely not. I saw the whole thing."

Rooster winced his face, suddenly feeling ashamed. "The whole thing?"

Maverick sighed, looking up and down the hallways to check briefly for people. "Yes... is what hangman said true?"

Rooster sighed, his face flushing up in embarrassment from the situation. "Yes, well no. Not- not really? We went on one actual date."

"You guys weren't going to tell me?" The pain in mavericks voice made Roosters heart ache. This is not how he wanted him to find out.

"I'm sorry. We didn't know how you would feel." Rooster admitted sheepishly.

"How I would feel? I have a daughter that I didn't know existed and you're the closer to her than me. That hurts. I've known you for a long time Brad, there's not another person I would rather date my daughter. But what happens if you two break up? It's just such a mess." Maverick put his hands on his head and looked around in distress. The things he was saying were flying out of his mouth as he thought them.

"I'm sorry Mav..." was all rooster was able to muster up on top of his feelings of guilt and shame.

"We will talk about this when she is awake and okay." Mavericks voice suddenly became harsh, like his emotions were fluctuating and he couldn't decide how he was feeling. "You're dismissed."

Rooster left immediately, not wanting to face Maverick any longer.

Rooster returned to the group in the waiting room only to wait for another two hours before a doctor came down.

"Family of Y/n Blackwood-l/n?"

The entire group of pilots stood up, loosing any tiredness they may have developed. The doctors face was shocked. "Oh! Is there any immediate family here?"

Maverick stood up and cleared his throat. "Im her father,"

"Mr. Harold L/n?" The doctor asked.

"No, that's her step father he is on his way." Maverick explained. "Anything that needs to be said can be said in front of them. We're all her family."

The doctor nodded with a smile. "Well, my name is Dr. Wilson and I'm the primary doctor on y/n's case. Y/n suffered a pretty bad case of hypothermia along with second degree burns along her back. Luckily the burns will heal in 6-8 weeks with proper medication and care, but we are concerned about the hypothermia. She is stable and warming up now but still unconscious."

"Can we see her?" Rooster jumped at the question, earning a glare from Maverick.

Dr. Wilson smiled. "Maybe just a few at a time for now."

DAY 2

There was no update on y/n's condition. Maverick had been texting the group chat updates as he had received them.

Rooster didn't leave the hospital. He ended up falling asleep in the hallway after he saw y/n. He needed to look at her and see her breathing before his brain let him believe that he didn't get her killed.

It was now about 8 am and Rooster had just retrieved a coffee and a muffin from the cafeteria. He felt the drag of exhaustion combining with the lack of sleep. Though the tiredness wore off when he heard the sound of a distressed male voice.

"Hi, I'm looking for y/n Blackwood? Or it might be l/n? I don't know what it would be under."

This had to be her step-father. Rooster jogged over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hi, are you Harry?" He asked.

"Yes, I am." He responded hesitantly.

"My name is Bradley," he held out a hand for Harry to shake. "I fly with Y/n. I can show you to her room."

"Oh, thank you." He seemed distressed, his eyes red and face puffy. It seemed to Rooster that he had to force himself to stop crying before entering the building.

"What did you say your name was again?" Harry asked.

"Bradley, Bradley Bradshaw."

"Bradshaw... I don't know that I recognize your name."

Rooster chuckled a little as they entered the elevator. "We usually go by our call-signs. Mine is Rooster."

Harry snapped his fingers and smiled. "Yes, that's it. I remember y/n mentioning something about a Rooster. It makes more sense now knowing there's not a chicken at base." Harry gave a halfhearted chuckle.

Rooster hummed a laugh through a tight lipped smile. "I'm glad we could clear that up."

Rooster led them down a series of hallways until they finally reached y/n's room number. 3046. Rooster slid the door open and allowed Harry to step inside. Roosters heart ached every time he saw her unconscious form. She looked so far from herself, her complexion was pale and cold as opposed to her usual lively and fiery self.

Harry slowly approached the bed. He tenderly reached his hand out and placed it on y/n's hairline. "Oh little wolf... I am so sorry."

A knock at the door alerted both their attentions behind them. Maverick stood in the door way with a coffee cup in his hand. He shot a dirty look at Rooster before turning his attention to Harry.

"You must be Harold, I'm-"

"It's Pete, right?"

Maverick raised his eyebrows at the man before him. Rooster bit the inside of his lip. There were so many ways this could go. Did Harry know about Maverick? Was Maverick going to have to explain that? Harry seemed like a down to earth guy, would he explode?

"Yes, it is. Could we talk outside a moment?"

Harry nodded to mavericks suggestion. Rooster took a seat in one of the chairs inside of y/n's room. He looked over at her sleeping figure, watching her chest slowly rose and fall.

Rooster laid his head back on the wall, the door to her room was open just enough that he could hear what was being said by the other two men. Maverick was explaining to Harry what the doctors had told them late last night.

"But the burns, aren't flight suits supposed to be fireproof?" Harry asked.

"Fire retardant, not entirely fire proof. But you're correct the suit should have protected her. The manufacturer and the suits are being investigated."

There was a brief moment of silence between the two of them, Maverick waiting for Harry to say something. "Are we going to need a lawyer to sue them?"

"The U.S. Navy will take care of the investigation, you guys shouldn't have to do anything, but definitely call a trusted lawyer. Our admiral will come by later and talk to you about the legal matters."

Another moment of silence. "Did y/n give you Charlotte's letter?"

"You know?" Maverick asked, his voice quieter now.

Harry chuckled. "I've known from the beginning. I tried many times to convince Charlotte to let her see you but she always said it was never the right time."

This time, Rooster turned around and looked through the blinds to see what was happening. Maverick had a hand on his face, his eyes seeming to well up with tears.

Harry walked over and placed a hand on Mavericks shoulder. "I'm glad she is with you now. You two share so much more than we ever could. Charlotte loved you, for a long time. I saw it every time she looked at y/n."

For the first time in a very, very long time, rooster saw Maverick cry. Tears fell from his blue eyes and down his aged face. He sucked in a sharp breath of air and nodded to Harry. Harry pulled him in for a hug, two fathers, joined by their love for one person.

DAY 3

"Boogie boogie, 12:00!"

"Rooster on your 6!"

"Eject, eject, eject!"

Rooster jolted awake from his nightmare about the situation that happened in the days prior. Her voice in his head was so real, he could see and feel everything from that day. Rooster looked down at his watch.

11:27 am. Man he slept late. And uncomfortably in the poorly cushioned hospital chairs. Much to roosters surprise, Maverick was on the opposite side of the room from him, sitting on a small bench under the window.

"You okay, Brad?" He asked, pausing from typing on his laptop.

Rooster grunted into more of a sitting position. He put his head in his hands and let out a long sigh. "No."

Maverick frowned. As mad as he was at the two for going behind his back, he loved them both equally. And now, they were both hurting. His heart couldn't stand it. "Don't beat yourself up over this. It wasn't your fault."

"But it was!" Rooster snapped. "I should have protected her, I should have kept my cool." Rooster was distraught, his emotions getting the better of him.

Maverick heaved himself up off the bench and walked over to Rooster with his laptop in hand. He sat next to Rooster and handed him the computer.

"I've been emailing with Admiral Simpson all morning. The manufacturer confirmed that the shipment with the same serial number as y/n's suit were defective. It's the first time that this has ever happened. I think they're planning on offering y/n a settlement to sign."

Rooster scrolled through the emails. He scanned over the words but wasn't quite sure what most of them meant. "What settlement?" He asked.

"When y/n wakes up, she will have her lawyers look over the document that the manufacturers lawyers will send. Usually, they'll offer her a certain amount of money as a promise if she doesn't take legal action. If she chooses to take legal action, it's possible that the court will sue the company for more money than the settlement offered."

Rooster nodded his head. "I think I understand." He responded, handing Maverick back his computer.

"I suggest that you find a lawyer too. Admiral Simpson is suggesting we all do. You all can decide to sue the manufacturer as well for potentially endangering your lives."

Rooster nodded, appreciating that Maverick was looking out for the entire team; as usual. There was one question. Rooster couldn't get off his mind. A question that haunted his very existence.

"Mav, what if she doesn't wake up?"

Maverick was silent, thinking about what to say. He licked his lips getting ready to speak when a quiet and weak voice entered the room.

"Who doesn't wake up?"

Maverick and rooster turned their heads towards the bed and stood up immediately.

Y/n, with her eyes half open, gave the two a weak smile. "Did you miss me?"

Disclaimer: I am not a doctor, nor a lawyer. The information I could find is sourced from free internet sources and not based in actual legal fact. This is solely for entertainment purposes only. <3

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#OnThisDay: Jan 8th, 2017

Title: Freedom Road

I drew a colored sketched of Freedom MuruKir 🤖🔵⭐ soar through the sky and sea. The reason? Originally, no reason at all, but he want it to test it out the thrusters at breakneck speed before it runs out. Yes, I drew him many times every year, even If I remember this artwork 'Freedom Kirby'. No called 'Freedom MuruKir'. 🤖🪽💨🚀😄

MuruKir (Kirby OC) - created by ME! Armor (Mobile Suit Gundam SEED) - Gundam series © Bandai Namco Filmworks, Inc. (SUNRISE), Sotsu