#also when you make his eyepatch he cries too he's just so grateful for you

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Fire and Blood the fanfic (Chapter 6:Punishment)

Concept: Because of you refusing to come with Aemond quitely after Cole smashed your father's brain in, and for you trying to send word to Dragonstone about the usurping, Aemond and Aegon want to punish you for your crimes. And that punishment is bad.

WARNINGS: Smut, dubcon noncon dark aemond dark aegon aegon being depressed. You are warned they are quite dark.

You are still chained, sobbing and hungry. 'Can you behave?' Aemond asks after the sun has set. He went out for a while and left you there; afraid and chained up.

You give a weak nod and a soft whimper. He puts the cup of water to your lips slowly feeding you like an animal. You glare at him. 'Good. My brother hates chains. I adore them. They are so good to keep toys in their place.' He makes you lose again but pushes you back when you get up.

'If you ever mutter a word like that again, in public, it won't be my hand spanking you. I will be forced to bring you to the king and he will likely order you to be whipped.'

Aegon finally enters the room. He looks like he cried. A lot. You rush to him and sink to your knees dragging him down with you. You sob in his arms and seek comfort and gentleness. 'Hello,' he weakly croaks. 'I missed you so dearly.' He says.

Aemond interrupts. 'She needs punishment, brother.' He says keeping his dark eye locked on you. He also has his eyepatch removed and you shudder at the sight of his sapphire eye.

Aegon breaks into a grin. He does not understand the situation at all. 'Does she? Are you a naughty girl?' He asks like he is playing with you again.

Aemond groans. His good eye rolls. 'I'm afraid this is no game. She openly declared herself for that whore. She defied me and ran. She undermined our reign and tried to send word to Dragonstone.' He says, listing your crimes in front of the future king.

'My reign. Not yours.' Aegon sharply remarks. You didnt knew he could be that cruel and sharp.

Aemond looks embarrassed. And then you see it so clearly. Jealously. He always thought himself the better and stronger and braver son. He wants the throne. He always did. You assumed his ambitions were interrupted by the love of his brother but clearly that's not a thing.

You struggle and try to resist when Aemond grabs you. 'Hold her for me, aemond. Hold her down.' He instructs his brother. Your eyes widen.

'No, aegon I dont like this. I'm too sad.' You quickly blurt out. You wont like it. You dont want to play with either of them.

Aegon doesn't want to hear it. 'You are getting punished appropriately. Will you join us, Aemond or will you watch?'

Aemond mutters. 'I want her after this.' He sounds like a little boy asking for a candy.

You cry louder. 'This is wrong!' The king looms over you and slaps you softly across your face as a warning. 'Quit yelling or we will add injury to the list as well.'

Aemond brings you and you are thrown on the bed. Your legs are pulled apart and your slit is briefly stimulated but not nearly enough to get wet. Aegon takes off everything. You shake as Aemond strips you off your dress and forces your head down.

Aegon grabs your hand and let you rub him until there is pre cum on your fingers. You disgustedly try to clean your hands. He enters and fucks you up and down. Hot tears run down your cheeks. You try to enjoy it. But you just cant. It feels wrong. Your heart is broken.

Aegon fucks you like a whore in a pleasure house. Aemond holds you down for him and assist him with his cruel torture. You are never fucked this brutally and you are convinced you are bleeding. It cant be wetness. You dont enjoy this. You look at Aemond face and sob softly. He simply shrugs.

You cry a little louder at that cruelty. 'You should not have tested us, Lady Beesbury. You should be grateful. Most traitors get hanged not fucked in their pretty soaked cunts.' Aegon blurs out when his pleasure is high. He trusts with a grunt and comes. A sensation that used to arouse you but now it do nothing. At least you want it to do nothing. It still makes you wet.

Aemond spreads your legs wider and takes you as well. You groan and try to fight him off. Aegon grins and pins you down for him and also squeezes your wrists, punishing you for resisting. 'Fuck her, brother. Fuck that whore and fuck her good.' He growls. Aemond drops his clothing and inserts himself between your legs before he smashes in, grabbing your throat as well lightly choking you during the fucking.

You give up. You are done fighting. Its useless.

They take turns until the sun comes up. Aemond. Aegon. Aemond. Aegon.

You lose time after a while and dont remember who is fucking you now. You are now on your stomach and get your cunt fucked from behind. Someone is enjoying himself grunting and fucking you with both his cock and his fingers. You lay on the bed, crying in your arms when he fucks you. They stopped holding you down. You'll be a good girl now. He comes. Finally. He grins before coming in your face. Aemond forces your mouth open and Aegon pulls in. Aemond was the one standing by and it was Aegon who took you so brutally. You cant believe it.

You bite harshly on his hand. Aemond punishes you by slamming your head against the wall harshly. You cry a bit louder. Aegon laughs. 'Taste me, you traitor. Taste your rightful king his cock and feel my sperm drip down your throat. Swallow it like a good girl.' You dont want to but you are forced.

Aemond hums before his hands touches your ass. 'We talked, when you were alone. We think you should be properly handled and broken. A full strip of all your maidenheads. Just not your virginal one will do.'

'There is your orally hole, your viginal hole and your..' he Pat's your ass as realisation hits you.

'No! Not there, please..' you are terrifed and sob breaking down. 'Please I'll be a good girl. I wont rebel again.'

'After fucking your ass we'll be very certain you wont.' They cant be serious.

Aegon let's you suck his fingers. 'I took your vaginal virginity. I think my brother can have your anal one.'

'You are a traitor. Traitors get punished.' Aemond bends you a bit you protest and cry before he slowly enters himself in your behind. Your eyes grow big as he starts trusting. Taking you there and then.

It feels unnatural. Forced and rough. It hurts you to have something there. 'Such a tight ass.' Aemond groans holding your hands up so he can trust and move you easily.

Aegon grins. 'Let's fuck her both ways. You her cunt I her ass.' How will they even do that? You wonder scared.

They switch places. They force you up. They tie your hands to the pole and let you stand up. Aemond mockingly kisses your head and you lower it, ashamed.

'Ready?' You sob. 'Here we go.'

They enter at the same time. Aegon is inside your ass and Aemond in your cunt. Trusting and grunting. You sadly feel it build up after enduring it for a while. They build up as well. It releases and you come. They laugh at you and fuck your recently coated pussy. They are brutes, they leave their own coating as well, aemond jerks himself of and makes sure his cum is on your face. Aegon comes inside you and even your ass gets a coating. There is cum all on your body. You whimper and feel so dirty and gross.

Aemond and Aegon fuck you one last time in both your cunt and your ass before giving it all they got. You cry in pain and protest and pray this is the final time. They come. Aegon wants to come on your forehead so he does. Aemond wants to squirt himself down your throat, making you taste every drop of cum that drips down.

But after a humiliating long and rough fucking you are filled up in all your holes and are done. You are lying still on the bed. One of the two smacks your ass. Your very sensitive poor ass. 'Good girl. You know what will happen the next time you defy?'

'I-I will be punished again.' You mutter.

One of the two takes you back to your room. He needs to dress and put you in bed. You refuse to move or blink or think. He also helps with the tea making sure you drink every drop. He sighs before grabbing one of your pillows and puts your sensitive ass on it. You are then tucked in. Like your father would when you were little. That makes you tear up.

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

Family Ties

Recovery was a long and tiring process. Kyojuro always struggled with it, having to rest and take the time to heal properly instead of helping with anything and everything he could. Shinobu had scolded him endlessly on why he couldn’t be messing around and trying to sneak out with his injuries, they were too severe for him to be acting like a child. He couldn’t help it though, his family was at home waiting for him. His beautiful baby girl and her adorable face, those tiny fingers and hands, the small tufts of blonde hair that she had. He only got to hold her once before Shinobu had him taken to the butterfly estate. He felt restless, knowing he couldn’t see his wife in her motherly glow, a glow that he only got to hold onto for a few minutes. It had been a full week since he was brought to the butterfly estate, confined to one of the rooms designated for the hashira, away from the chaos and yelling the rest of the estate contained.

“Rengoku, time for painkillers!” Shinobu fluttered into the room, a small packet of pills in one hand and a letter in the other. “Another love letter, I may have to start charging delivery between you two!” she flashed a smile, setting down the pills and handing Rengoku the letter. He tore it open quickly, not trying to save the envelope as he read over the letter his wife had penned.

My flame,

Hinata and I both miss you very much, her big eyes are always looking for something, I think it’s you. Shinobu says tomorrow if you keep behaving we can start visiting you. For the first time ever my flame, please relax. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out not seeing you. It’s cold at night, I find myself missing your company, your warm hands that are always wandering, holding onto me. Your chest, so warm and firm, I miss laying on it, listening to your heart. I miss hearing your voice, always so loud but so quiet when you only want me to hear what you are saying. It makes me feel so special. Hinata is the only one keeping me sane. She looks so much like you it's almost scary, but I won't lie. Nothing compares to you. I miss you. It's harder knowing you are so close but I can't see you or hear you, I can't even hold you. Please relax so I can come to see you, my love.

I love you to the sun and back,

Your flower

“Let me check your bandages and then I will let you know if they can come tomorrow” Kyojuro jumped at the sudden closeness of the insect Hashira, not quite used to the lack of peripherals on his left side. Setting the letter on the nightstand he scooted towards the edge of the large four-poster bed he had been resting in. Sitting as straight as he could without feeling pain, he raised his arms slightly, letting Shinobu unravel the bandages around his stomach. The wound had hindered most of his movements for the first few days in the estate but he had been getting better, small walks and even sitting in a chair had helped him regain some of that feeling of normal, even through the haze of the painkillers. He had decided not to bother struggling with a shirt, knowing it was too painful to go through the hassle when Shinobu came in every few hours to check the bandages. She mumbled small apologies as she unraveled the tape and gauze directly on the wound, trying to drown out the hisses of pain from Kyojuro.

"The staples are holding well, no tearing, no bleeding or abnormal discharge. You are healing as well as you could Kyojuro. I think it's safe to say you can see Y/N and Hinata tomorrow. But I will warn you now and later, Kyojuro. Do. Not. Exert. Yourself. I know you are excited and restless to spend time with your family and your new baby but if you hold her for too long and strain yourself I don't know if I have the knowledge to save you. You are lucky to be here now" Kyojuro understood her warning. He was beyond grateful to work alongside such a skilled and intelligent woman. The people she had trained to deal with life-threatening and fatal wounds like the one on his stomach have led to many lives saved that should have been lost, including his. He owed his life to her. He made a noise of agreement, trying not to move much while she laid a fresh bandage on the fist-sized wound his stomach sported. She was careful as she wrapped the gauze on his stomach, holding his bandage in place and stabilizing his torso so the quilts he was rolling around in didn't scratch him or remove his bandage.

"Tanjiro, inosuke, and Zenitsu have been asking about you. Do you think you feel well enough to see them?" Kyojuro perked up at the mention of the young slayers, their intervention of his fight with the upper 3 was another reason he was alive. He went straight to his estate after the battle, asking the Kakushi to assist him home once they stabilized him, not taking no for an answer. They only agreed once he tried crawling away from them, not bothering to listen. He didn't even explain his eagerness to get home so they deserve answers.

"Yes, is that their names? I would very much like to speak with them. Could they visit?" Shinobu chuckled at the excitement Kyojuro radiated as she threw the dirty bandages into the waste bin before turning back to the flame hashira.

"I'll have aoi bring them. She'll be coming soon with your tea and sweet potatoes. I don't know how you talked her into making your favorite snacks all the time but I think you may be her new favorite." With a smile she bowed, fluttering back out of the room as quick as she arrived.

Morning couldn’t come soon enough, having spent the rest of the afternoon focusing on what he wanted to do while he had the time with his wife and daughter, Kyojuro was distracted. The anticipation had made it hard for him to sleep, thoughts hounded by the idea of finally being able to hold the two most important people in his life. He was feeling strong enough to hold his daughter for more than a few minutes, he had willed his muscles to get better, trying to lift more and hold them for longer amounts of time. Just enough so Shinobu wouldn't yell at him and he could hold his baby girl. He couldn't hold back from the fact he missed his wife as well though, He had been away for a whole month, missing the final month of her pregnancy. When he received the letter from Shinobu, urgently written to tell of his wife giving birth, his heart sank, knowing he wasn’t any closer to going home. Now home had been within reach, and he couldn’t wait to close his fist around it and never let it go.

Kyojuro had adjusted the collar of his shirt for what seemed like the hundredth time, even though the shirt laid almost fully open, tucked into his hakama pants. He felt anxious at the arrival of his wife and daughter, ready to see them and spend all the time he could with them, but also, what if he messed up? This was only the second time he got to see his daughter, what if she didn’t like him or didn’t want to be held by him. His lack of full strength and the pain in his abdomen may be a hindrance to his quality time with his family. His thoughts were everywhere as he fiddled with his shirt and his hair, constantly adjusting everything, it had to be perfect for them. The door opening behind him pulled him from his downward spiral. Looking towards the door Kyojuro met the eyes of the person he had been missing, her reflection staring back at him through the mirror. Her yellow Kimono had been covered with one of his spare Haori, wrapped tightly over the sling on her chest, a gurgling baby nestled into her.

“Hi Handsome” She walked up to him, moving to stand in front of him as he turned to her. She stopped, eyes running over his face, the eyepatch he had been gifted from Shinobu, to cover his injury while it finished healing. The bruises on his temple had almost healed fully, and he was moving. It felt like she could breathe again, finally seeing with her own eyes that he was doing better. She trusted Shinobu with her life, but she felt so anxious not knowing exactly how Kyojuro was doing. He smiled down at her, His hands immediately finding their way to her hips, pulling her into his embrace. Tucking his head into her neck he breathed in, eliciting a giggle from the woman as she wiggled in his grasp. “You're tickling me, Kyo.” He chuckled, the rumble in his chest shaking their daughter who had begun to fuss, the squeals of joy quickly turning to sorrow. Kyojuro jumped away from his wife, her attention turning to their daughter as he looked on. Pulling her from the sling she had she cooed at her baby, softly bouncing her as she sobbed into her shoulder.

“Kyo” She looked at him as she moved to the edge of the bed, sitting down as she patted Hinata’s back. Kyojuro followed her, slowly seating himself next to his wife. He moved as carefully as he could, looking at his crying daughter's face as she wailed into her mother’s shoulder.

“Can I?” He hesitantly reached for Hinata, eyes looking at his wife for permission. With a smile on her face, she lifted Hinata, Allowing Kyokjuro to wrap his hands around her small body, cradling her in his arms so she was on her back.

“Hinata, My beautiful sun child. I’m sorry I shook you like that, Your mommy is so ticklish around her neck, I'm surprised she lets you lay there” He cooed, leaning closer to her face. “Sweet girl, daddies sorry” He rocked her, swaying back and forth, moving Y/N in the process. As they swayed he hummed a tune his mother would often hum. It had no words, but it always reminded him of the early morning, before the sun was fully in the sky, just poking itself over the horizon. He would be in bed, just waking for the day when his mother walked by, humming to herself as she went to the kitchen, getting ready to start breakfast. Her loud humming followed her to the kitchen, where the notes were accented with her chopping the fruits and vegetables to the beat. The cries quickly turned to hiccups. Hinata's round yellow eyes were still glossy with tears as she stared at her father, his tender gaze as he looked down at her, singing softly. Y/N stared at the two of them in awe, the child's enamored look as she listened to her father's melody, the soft song she had heard him humming as he sat in the gardens early in the morning. Motherhood was such a blessing and being able to witness a moment like this was even better. Chubby hands reached up, grabbing at the air as the song came to an end. Her fingers wrapped around nothing before they dropped back onto the blanket she was swaddled in, gripping onto the fabric.

“She’s so beautiful. I could look at her all day” He looked up at his wife briefly before he looked back at his daughter, a smile gracing his lips as he held her closer to him, snuggling into her.

“She really is something special, huh? From her cute little toes all the way to that golden hair. Kyojuro, I think we made the perfect child. Hinata, my sunshine.” Her mother cooed, running her fingers over the small tufts of blonde hair, smoothing it against her head.

“You know” He started, looking back up to Y/N. “I was scared for you to come today. As much as I wanted to see the two of you, What if it didn’t work? What if I wasn't strong enough to get her to stop crying, I would have left you to do it when you’ve been doing it for so long without help. What if I had no-”

“I’m going to stop you there Kyojuro. Shinobu was telling me how you’ve been healing, how you’ve been working. I wouldn’t let you take Hinata from me if I didn’t think that you could handle it. Also, my flame; look at her, look at you. Take a deep breath before you completely lose it.” She stopped, watching as he inhaled and released it, slowly letting out the breath. “Now. Kyojuro, it's scary, I know. I’ve been trying to figure this out almost entirely on my own, but luckily I had some really good advice and a bit of help. my love, I’m right here, we are going to figure this out together and I promise you right now, we aren’t going to be perfect. But look at her, she’s happy, and that’s all I can ask for. She knows you and she loves you, I love you, so incredibly much. Kyo, I was scared you wouldn’t make it, that once Shinobu took you away from me I wouldn’t be seeing you after that. I need you to be patient with this. You are doing so well already, you quieted her faster than I've been able to since she was born. Hinata and I will spend so much time with you once you are home, none of us will leave that bed until you are healed, I mean it.” She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his as he let out another long breath. “Everything will be fine my flame, don’t worry one bit. You are doing just fine with her.” Pulling away from her husband to sit on her heels she reached for Hinata, scooping her out of Kyojuro's arms. A small whine left Hinata's lips, her drooping eyes shooting open as she laid against her mother's shoulder. “Lay back against the pillow, I want to show you something” Kyojuro gave Y/N a puzzled look but did as he was told, moving to the head of the bed and laying flat on his back, head propped up on a pillow. Moving around the bed she stood next to Kyojuros still figure she smiled, moving Hinata so she was laying on his chest, her head instantly cuddling into the warmth his chest always radiated, a spot Y/N also liked to lay on. The lack of a shirt or a kimono on most of his chest created room for direct heat, Hinata own personal heated pillow. Kyojuro burst into giggles as his daughter quickly fell asleep against his chest, her quiet breaths becoming less frequent as she drifted to dreamland.

“She just fell asleep like that!?” it was Y/N’s turn to laugh as she climbed over her husband, laying down next to him.

“You are so warm, and she loves the warmth. When I light a fire at night, she always falls asleep so fast when I sit close to it, or when I bundle her in blankets. You are always so warm my flame, she obviously loves it” He chuckled again, running his fingers over the blanket that covered Hinata.

“Two women that like the heat, huh”

[accessfuckingdenied]

It’s ok if your uncomfortable with smut stuff but can you just make normal Genda x Sakuma headcanons bc I love this gay ship so much-

Understandable, anon. Thank you for your understanding ~ I may have done headcanons for them in the past? Idk?? But who cares i don't remember it anyway because it was 2 years ago

I'd like to think that Sakuma has dyed hair and Genda helps him dye it every once a month

Genda has a lion plushie from Sakuma and he sleeps with it every night

Sakuma has a necklace from Genda, but he always loses his necklaces, so Sakuma carries it in his bag and claims it brings him luck

They are very polite to each other. Never made jokes about each other, never

They're just afraid not to hurt each other's feelings :'(

Well the only jokes they do are those song lyric pranks, but they are always thoughtful about what lyrics they choose

Sakuma is always feeling down around other guys with Genda, because he thinks Genda finds them prettier, but he couldn't be more wrong

Genda always reminds him that he is one of a kind and he will never dare to leave him

They conduct their own soccer practices in Genda's backyard

Send snaps to each other, and it's always selfies

Own a matching pair of headphones

Everyone thinks Sakuma likes classical music, but he is into the hardest metal ever. He shocked Genda with this fact

Likewise Genda, but everyone thought he listened to hard songs, instead he listens to 20th-century pop. Also shocked Sakuma with this fact

Sakuma can get sassy after a long exhausting day and starts talking sh-it about almost everyone and Genda thinks it is cute

Sometimes Genda just wants to look good for Sakuma and dresses fancy, even if he is gonna be at his place

Both laugh at dad jokes

Actually, Genda doesn't find them that funny but Sakuma's laugh is making him all giggly and shiz

They have their own song they jam to (i'll leave this to your imagination)

Sakuma is interested in various cultures and Genda likes to buy him little trinkets from different cultures

Genda likes learning about guns and Sakuma thought of buying him a gun but got scared for his safety and what is gonna happen if Genda gets too excited

Sakuma secretly cries sometimes because he is grateful for having Genda as his lover

Genda likes bringing Sakuma pills when he is sick because Sakuma never tells his parents

Sakuma always buys something extra for Genda with his money after a visit to the store

Genda likes to style Sakuma with his clothes because they look baggy af

Sakuma is always without his eyepatch around Genda (if they're alone ofc)

They never gossip about other people's secrets. These people trusted them so no-no

Sakuma knows the best hair products for each type of hair, but Genda is oblivious so if he has to buy a shampoo or sth he asks Sakuma for advice

That is all I have for this couple. Stay healthy

[writer-akihiko]

IkeSen Boys + Widow!MC

MC and Sasuke come from a village far away in the mountains. Sasuke left the village before the village was burned and terrorised by bandits. In that incident, you had lost your husband, escaping with your twins, Atsumu and Osamu.

@delicateikemenmemes wished their names to be Atsumu and Osamu, so it shall be.

As a message in general, this scenario is to give MC another chance at finding love again, because everyone deserves a second chance at love.

Nobunaga Oda

After you saved Nobunaga from the fire, you realised you had lost your kids

You were internally panicking, not comprehending what this man was saying

"Atsumu! Where are you?" You push this man away from you, attempting to

"Who is this man you call out to?" Nobunaga holds you back, despite you kicking and screaming at him

He misunderstands you, thinking this Atsumu is your lover or husband. He fully intended to challenge him if it were as he has decided that you were his lucky charm

Two little boys run into the tent from behind, seeing their mother in another man's arms

"Let our Mama go!" Osamu threw a tiny little rock at the commander, almost in tears

Hideyoshi lost control on seeing two kids throw rocks at Lord Nobunaga

You relaxed, seeing that your children are safe

After all the confusion got out of the way, Nobunaga only became more interested in you

"A widowed woman with two children who doesn't want anything in return…" He muttered, watching you scold Hideyoshi for putting a hand on your boys. "All the more interesting as a lucky charm."

Atsumu and Osamu were quite scared of him at first, but they quickly warmed up to Nobunaga seeing him slightly spoil their mother

He finds it amusing how protective your sons are when he gets touchy with you, especially when he hugs you close

He finds you quite enchanting, seeing you play with your sons

When he's courting, he doesn't care that you're a widow. He even takes the initiative to make your sons the next heirs if they're interested

Hideyoshi Toyotomi

Initially, he disapproved of you because he doesn't trust you

However, every time he looks at you, hugging your sons close to your chest and afraid of the Oda guards, he's reminded of his mother

"Don't harm her and the children."

He does find you suspicious but it lessens, seeing you simply as a single mother trying to get by

He was taken aback when you yelled at him with tears brimming in your eyes when he pulled your children away from attacking Nobunaga

He sees himself in Atsumu and Osamu, as young boys relying on their mother and trying to make her comfortable

After the whole debacle on his mistrust, the twins started to admire Hideyoshi as they look up to him as a caring brother

They see him as a strict brother, as Hideyoshi tends to move them away from having fun in the stables

You swoop in to tell Hideyoshi to let the twins play whatever

He finds it adorable how you sew coordinating kimonos for the twins

He, at first, gets the twins mixed up.

"Get back here Osa- ATSUMU!"

When he's courting you in his utter denial he starts to see how the twins need a father

And he also starts to see how he needs you

Mitsunari Ishida

He actually helped you when you were crying out for your sons

A few of his vassals found two little boys scurrying around the horses

Unfortunately, Osamu and Atsumu took an odd dislike to Mitsunari at first

They assumed this angel was going to kidnap them

He was relieved, seeing you three reunited

He saw the twins' potential with their interest in horses

He asked for Nobunaga to let the boys work with the stable master

You as chatelaine agreed, and the twins grew to like Mitsunari eventually

Mitsunari would lend them books and they would ask him to teach them how to read

Sometimes you'd join in during their reading sessions

He'd blush when you scoot closer to him, almost feeling like a family

"Mama, can Mitsunari be our Papa?"

"E-EH?!"

You and Mitsunari would blush and turn away from each other

He'd only start courting you when Hideyoshi and Nobunaga said they'd be a great couple together

"YN-san, can I take you on a picnic to the gardens?"

"Mama say yes! We wanna go!"

Mitsuhide Akechi

"Scary man!"

He looks down to see two little boys point at him, and they did remind him of someone...

"Osamu! Atsumu! What are you doing?" You called, almost getting off Masamune's horse

That was his first encounter. He watched as the twins scurry around the stables, pulling horses to vassals and helping out the stable master

With him going off to other businesses a lot, he frequents the stables. The twins stay away from him often

He occasionally gifts the tiny twins an onigiri each, and at the end of the day see two little tots run off to their Mama with a rice ball in hand

Once, you had business in Mitsuhide's estate and the twins were insisting you bring them along

"Mama please don't go to the scary man's palace..."

He also couldn't help teasing the twins, "Atsumu, Osamu, it's too late. I've kidnapped your mother," He says as he hoists you up on his horse

This leads to the twins in distress, jumping up and trying to grab onto their mother

The two are left crying, seeing Mitsuhide trot off with their mother

He doesn't court you as much, but he teases you in these moments, often leaving you red

"Mitsuhide, please let me down. My children are crying..."

"If I let you down to comfort them, will you dine with me tonight?"

Ieyasu Tokugawa

He wasn't that too thrilled meeting you

Neither were the twins to meet him

"It's better for you to spend time on makeup and games instead of a chatelaine job-"

Thwap!

"Don't insult my Mama!"

"Atsumu! Behave yourself..."

Masamune and Nobunaga are hurling over in laughter while you and Mitsunari were apologising to Ieyasu

Ieyasu was just irritated at the pillow thrown at his face

He was also irritated on how doting Nobunaga was to your sons

"Ah, are you jealous Atsumu and Osamu have replaced you as Nobunaga's favourite?" Mitsuhide teased in YN's welcoming banquet

Hideyoshi and Masamune would notice too

When you were learning medicine from Ieyasu, you'd tell him of how grateful you were to everyone for doting on your sons

"I don't mean to intrude, but what about their father?"

You almost dropped the bottle of ink when he asked that

"He's... He's dead. Our village was ambushed and burned by bandits... He fought to the bitter end, trying to protect me and our sons."

Ieyasu internally regrets ever asking you that question

When you finished your story, you got up to leave. Ieyasu grabbed you by the hand, unknowingly acting on instinct

"I... I'm sorry."

"Don't be Ieyasu-san. That is my own experience."

Eventually, Ieyasu and you talked over your own traumas

You felt quite welcomed when Ieyasu allowed you to talk about anything

You even convinced the twins to be nicer to Ieyasu

He looks up to you for being so strong. You were even stronger than him and the warlords

Masamune Date

He was amused by how persistent you were about escaping Nobunaga

He caught you anyway, finding you a pretty little thing

"Mama!"

"Osamu! Atsumu!"

You called out to two little boys who stood in front of his horse

Hideyoshi eventually picked the two up and he also found your two boys amusing

He didn't understand why they stared so intently at you and him

"It might be your eyepatch and your horse. They're quite fond of horses."

Masamune definitely rough houses them when they're not attending to horses

"Mama, Masamune taught me how to hold a sword!"

"And I got to hold a bow!"

You do internally panic, seeing your kids hold weapons

You and Masamune have a playful relationship and he willingly takes Atsumu and Osamu under his wing

Once, you followed Masamune to a campaign as a healer

"Mama, Masamune brought us with him!"

"DATE MASAMUNE, YOU DARE BRING MY SONS TO THE BATTLEFIELD?!"

That day, the Date Army did not fear the fury of the enemy, but they feared the wrath of LN YN

Kenshin Uesugi

Kenshin didn't know of your children when you met

As a widowed woman,  you didn't want to be a target, especially not to a man who held a sword at you

You were cautious of Kenshin, but you both couldn't deny how close you two had gotten

Once, you had to leave early and Kenshin demanded you stay. That's when you broke it to him that you had two little boys waiting for you at home

He almost gave up on you, presuming you were married

"Is your husband waiting as well?"

You shook your head, explaining you were a widow

He wanted to shout "Thank GOD." out loud but it wouldn't be appropriate

He saw you as more vulnerable with two young children. He made up his mind. He's going to take you away

"YN, come with me."

You knew who he was. And yet… you couldn't leave. Your prospects of working as a seamstress was too good and your sons were in a safe habitat

Kenshin eventually left without you. He decided he's gonna go back to Azuchi and take you away. He just has to finish this job

However, it wasn't that easy. He saw you on the battlefield, and it was now or never

He took you away and locked you up, realising how many people could potentially hurt you

On your first stay, you cried in the cell, begging Kenshin to let you out and return to Azuchi

"Kenshin, please. Atsumu and Osamu need me."

"I will bring them here if that's what you want."

Kenshin only ever meets the twins after you two had established a relationship

As the twins scurried over to hug their beloved Mama, he regrets in his heart for separating child and parent

"Atsumu, Osamu, this is Kenshin."

The twins were iffy about Kenshin at first. After all, he is the person who took Mama away. But… the twins want a Papa to take care of Mama, and Mama loves Kenshin… and besides that…

Bunnies. The twins enjoy being buried in the bunnies all day.

Staying in Kasugayama means they get to go with Uncle Sasuke

Kenshin gets jealous of Sasuke's closeness to the kids

He eventually gives in and asks Sasuke how to get along with them

If the person who killed your husband ever shows up in your life again, no matter where they stand, Kenshin would cut them down.

You and the twins are his family. The person who tries to take that away faces hell by Kenshin's blade

Sasuke Sarutobi

Uncle Sasuke Babysitter Supreme

He understands your situation, especially when your past husband was his best friend

He asks you to move to Kasugayama with him, and let the twins live in peace

In this case, since you can trust Sasuke, you go along with it. You decided it's best

It was even easier to convince the Oda, despite you moving to Kasugayama

"My husband's best friend works in Kasugayama. I am grateful for your help…"

Nobunaga surprisingly lets go of you that easily, at the demand you bring the twins to Azuchi often

Sasuke offers you work in the castle, but you decided to just work with the seamstresses from home

Sasuke often brings Atsumu and Osamu to observe and study the fine horses of Kasugayama

On his days off, he spends it making sure you're settled

He does try to investigate who terrorised the village

He feels as if he owes you, since he left the village before the terror happened

He wants to be there for you, every step of the way

He does notice that Atsumu and Osamu get fidgety around the higher ups like Kenshin and Shingen

He brings you on tours in Kasugayama, even teaching the twins his secret ninja skills

"Sasuke, Sasuke! Do magic!"

He pulls out his smoke bombs and throws it to the ground

The twins are delighted every time Kenshin duels Sasuke or Yukimura and find it an enjoyable show

He puts in extra effort when the twins are watching

"Mama, Mama, we wanna be ninjas too!"

"Sasuke, what did you do?"

He and Yukimura co-babysit, albeit sometimes Yuki's not that great at it

"Mama, today we helped Sasuke and Yukimura hide the umeboshi!"

Shingen Takeda

He does meet you through Sasuke, but he was the first person to know of your husband

He thought it would work in his favour, but it backfires

"You’re his wife right? He boasts of you all the time…"

You completely shut down, as you grew scared of Shingen. You never met this man who claims to be acquainted with your husband

He does explain that he had seen your husband's trips to Kai, his previous land and had known him

You calmed down, and the twins peaked out from your cape

"Oh? And these are the two sons of his joy?"

Atsumu and Osamu were very shy meeting Shingen, but he eventually got them with the excessive amount of sweets he orders

He does flirt with you out in the open, even making a move in front of your sons

"Don't you agree YN is a goddess, Atsumu and Osamu?"

"Mama's the prettiest goddess!"

Shingen, out of all of them, is the quickest to propose marriage in your relationship

Ah yes, he is an experienced father with Yukimura

"Yuki, these are your siblings."

"Hah? Atsumu and Osamu?"

He fully supports your sons' interests in horses

He lets them watch over his horse when he goes to Kasugayama

They love Shingen's pet. As they play together, Shingen whisks you away

He loves to pretend to be an evil king kidnapping his wife

"Hahahaha! Prince Atsumu and Prince Osamu! You're too late! The Goddess YN is mine!"

"Shingen!" You yelp as he lifts you in his arms

"Let's save Mama!"

"Yeah! With our ninja skills!"

Yukimura Sanada

He met the children when you went on your market trips

You had been acquainted with Yuki from Sasuke before, so you two were… friends?

The moment the children saw what he was selling, they decided to buy the pretty hairpin for their Mama

"Mr. Yuki, can you save this hairpin for us?" Osamu asked when Atsumu distracted you with the pretty fabrics

"What for?"

"We're gonna buy it from you for Mama!"

They got a small allowance each from the stable master in the Azuchi castle, so they managed to get enough money

"Mama, let's go to Mr. Yuki's stall!"

There he was, and the twins presented their earnings for the prettiest pin

"Mama, we bought it for you!"

You were overwhelmed, unable to contain your excitement

"Really? Mama is really happy Osamu and Atsumu!"

Yuki coughed to get your attention, and returned the twins' money. "Buy them a nice toy or book. Take the pin."

You and Yuki grew closer, the twins occasionally coming along

When you and Yuki were alone, Yuki became such a klutz when it came to courting you

Osamu and Atsumu caught on, and since they grew fond of Yuki, they interrupted your romantic moments a lot

"Mr. Yuki is trying to say you look very pretty today Mama."

"Oh really?"

"N-NO I WAS NOT! You shouldn't meddle with adult things!"

He does also ask you to go with him, and dreams of taking you away to meet Shingen and the rest

He even tries to convince you how safe it is for the twins

"Why are you trying so hard Yuki?"

"Because I don't want you hurt okay?!"

He pulls you close, surrounded by the serene forest. "Just… I need to know you're safe."

You nod. "I will be safe. In Azuchi."

You two do get separated for long, but as the war approached, you two meet once again on the battlefield

Yuki is more than willing to help Sasuke discover who was behind the terrorism of your village

When he takes you away, he begs the Oda to give the twins to be reunited with their mother

He would propose marriage the latest, not wanting to pressure you knowing what happened to your husband

[tf2-hellhole]

Can i get some hcs of an s/o kissing the mercs scars and just an really emotional moment overall🥺

I’m sorry this is so so long, I got carried away and I still have like seven requests to finish up-

Ok so I only wrote the characters who canonically have scars and those who I head canon have scars.

Note: Scout’s head canon is kind of based on another I read somewhere, and I kinda accepted it as a headcanon for Scout because I think it makes sense. I just thought it’d be important to establish.

Warning: Self-harm, trauma

Scout:

Growing up was really hard for Scout. He was always really small and was often bullied and beaten by his classmates, and some of his brothers weren’t too nice to him either. He also didn’t receive a lot of attention from his mother. Like I said in the past, his mother wasn’t bad by any means, but it was hard to give all of her boys the attention they needed and hold down multiple jobs to support them all. But even then, sometimes there wasn’t enough food and the table and they would all still be hungry when they went to bed.

All of these things culminated in Scout having an extremely stressful childhood. School was a nightmare for him and he dropped out as soon as he could. The stress, insults, and abuse he received regularly had a horrible effect on his mental health that led to him often harming himself to feel better. The way he would do this is often hiding and harshly biting his hands when he got really stressed. He started bandaging his hands to hide them from his family, and he was careful enough that they didn’t realize what he was doing to himself. He stopped after he became a merc and built a healthy friendship with some of the other mercs, but he doesn’t want anyone to ever find out what he did to himself.

But one day, Scout had just come out of the shower and was already dressed, and he was sitting on his bed, wrapping his hands. His head shot up when his S/O called from outside and started opening the door. He called out, “Wait, babe, I-“ but it was too late. His S/O’s eyes were on his hands, following the lines of the short, pale scars dotting his fingers and palms.

He turned to hide his face and hands from them, but they hurried over to sit next to him and put a hand on his back. He didn’t look up at them; he couldn’t work up the courage to. He was horrified and panicking. He wanted to get up and run away, but he couldn’t move. What were they going to think of him now? Were they going to think he’s weak? Were they going to tease him too? Were they going t-

He almost gasped when they took his hand in theirs. They looked at his hand closely, making sure there were no new red marks, and sighed shakily when they found none. Scout’s head snapped up when his S/O lifted his hand and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it. They looked up at him and were surprised to find him on the verge of crying; His face was bright red and tears were welling up in his eyes. “Babe…” his S/O started, “I’m not gonna make you talk about this if you don’t want to, but I’m just letting you know that you don’t have to hide your past from me. I love you, and I’m here for you.”

In response, Scout’s face scrunched up and the tears finally spilled down his face and he yanked his S/O into a hug and cried into their shoulder. Scout absolutely fell apart, and to comfort him his S/O ordered some food and spent the rest of the day cuddling him and kissing his fingers and the back of his palms. He was so grateful to have them there and he’s so happy that he can talk to them when he needs to, even though emotionally he’s not ready for that. Just knowing that he can pull them close without the expectation of opening up yet makes him feel so much better.

Pyro:

(I tried to describe Pyro’s appearance or gender as little as possible so the reader can imagine them however they want, so sorry if this is a little short or vague). 

No one knows about Pyro’s background, not even their closest friend Engie or their S/O. Because of this, no one knows who they are or where they’re from. Because of this, they can’t even guess anything about Pyro’s appearance, not even their gender. Pyro really doesn’t want to ever show their face, but after a few years with their S/O, they finally worked up the courage to show them. They pulled their S/O into their shared bedroom and sat them down. They sighed softly before reaching up to pull the mask off of their face.

Their S/O took in the features of Pyro’s face. Their hair, their nose, their gorgeous eyes… but then their eyes settled on the scarred skin on their cheek, chin, and nose. They were burn scars.

For a few moments, Pyro’s S/O could only stare and take in the scars. Pyro whimpered and softly called their name. Why were they staring? They think their scars are ugly, don’t they?

Their S/O quickly snapped back to reality when they realized they were making Pyro feel self-conscious. “No, Pyro, I…” they couldn’t continue. They reached out and pulled Pyro close to show them they weren’t disgusted by their appearance. They quickly pulled back and pressed a kiss to their cheek. It took Pyro a few seconds to process the affection, but once they did, they threw their arms around their S/O’s neck and began bawling into their shoulder. Their S/O pulled them as close as they could and pressed more kisses to Pyro’s face.

They spent the rest of the night cuddled together and watching cartoons on the couch. Their S/O made sure to press a kiss to their skin at least every few minutes, which always made Pyro giggle softly and sniffle.

It took a little while longer for Pyro to work up the courage to take off their suit, though. Even though they knew their S/O couldn’t care less about what their body looked like, they couldn’t help but be a little nervous about showing the scars that covered their arm and parts of their back and stomach. They pulled off the suit so they were only in a t-shirt and shorts and looked up at their S/O. They smiled weakly and reached out for them, and their S/O giggled and pulled them into a gentle hug. This time it really wasn’t a big deal, but it was still a very loving and intimate moment for them.

Pyro never explains to their S/O where the burns came from, but his S/O never pushes for them to share and it never causes any tension between them.

Demo:

Demo can be really, really self-conscious about himself because of the constant beratement he receives from his mother and the BLUs. Hearing over and over that he’s not good enough made him feel horrible about himself, which is most of the reason he started drinking. But one of the things he’s most self-conscious about is his missing eye. Other people often make fun of him for only having one, and his mother always tells him that he needs to lose the other. It makes him feel a little torn sometimes because he really wishes he had two eyes but his mother’s made it almost a taboo in his mind to have either of them.

Because of all the abuse he’s received over it, he refuses to talk about it with his S/O or show him what’s under the eye patch. He never takes it off unless they go to bed, and even then he always makes sure the left half of his face is on the pillow so his S/O still can’t see and won’t move until the lights are off. This goes on for several months, and it worries his S/O because they want him to trust them.

His S/O eventually gets to see his eye, but it’s completely by accident. They walk into the bedroom to clean some things up but find Demo passed out on the bed from drinking. He was laying on his back and was facing up, and his eyepatch was tossed aside. His S/O turned to continue cleaning, but their curiosity got the best of them and they turned back to lean over his face.

It was true, what he’d reluctantly told them about his eye in the past; there really was no eyeball. His eyelid was slightly open, showing that there was nothing inside, just a small empty space. His S/O couldn’t help but laugh. This is what all the fuss was about? It was certainly strange, but Demo had acted like they would dump him in disgust if they saw.

They almost jumped when Demo opened his eye and looked up at them, obviously groggy from the hangover. After taking a second to process, his eye went wide. He quickly sat up and clapped a hand over his eye socket to hide it from them, then hissed at the sharp pain from his sudden headache. He angrily questions why they were looking while he picked up and put on his eyepatch. His S/O apologized and reached out to touch his shoulder, but he pushed their hand away. “I don’t need your pity… I know what you think about it!” he hissed.

His S/O sat down next to him and exclaimed that they weren’t pitying him. They apologized, saying that they should’ve respected the fact that he wanted to hide his missing eye from them, but they aren’t grossed out by it at all. Demo shook his head and spoke, his voice breaking, “I don’t believe you.”

His S/O sighed and put a hand to his face to pull him closer, and pressed a soft kiss just below his eyebrow, then another to his lips. “I wish I could prove it to you,” they said softly. When they pulled away, Demo stared at them in surprise. He practically broke when he saw the sincerity and the hurt in his S/O’s eyes as they stared back at him. He pulled them close and pressed another soft kiss to their lips. 

After this, he becomes comfortable with the idea of not wearing his eyepatch when they’re in private. It’s also a bit of a confidence boost for him. Kissing just below the eyebrow becomes a greeting for the two of them.

Sniper:

Sniper isn’t really self-conscious about the scar on his face; he thinks it looks badass. He will never mention the fact that he got it in a fight with a Spy that he lost.

It’s the scars on his torso and arms that he’s really self-conscious about. They’re closely tied to such a traumatic part of his life. They remind him of the feeling of quickly drifting away while he bled to death in New Zealand, the shock of losing the only people he had, his parents. Then there’s the additional shock of learning he was actually adopted then learning that his birth parents didn’t care about him at all. He’s reminded of all the pain and emotion he felt during that time in his life when he looks at the bumpy scars across his chest, to the point sometimes he feels a little sick when he looks down at them.

One night, he and his S/O were in his camper trying to fall sleep. It was ridiculously hot outside, so they had a small fan going inside, and his S/O was only in their undergarments. He was only wearing his boxers and a loose t-shirt. His S/O shifted to look at him and scowled when they saw how sweaty his shirt was. “Babe, aren’t you hot? Take your shirt off.” Sniper declined, saying that he was perfectly comfortable, and they jokingly told him that the smell of his sweat was absolutely disgusting and he needed to take the shirt off so they didn’t have to smell that the whole night (in reality, they just wanted to see him with his shirt off).

He awkwardly reminded them of the time he died and his S/O responded, “Oh… is it the scars? I’m sorry, Mick. I wish I could make you feel better about that. If you ever need to talk, I’m here.”

Mick frowned for a second, but then he sat up and pulled his shirt off and laid back down, and stared at his S/O, who was starting back in surprise. He took their hands and asked them if he really could tell them about what he was feeling, and they nodded. He had realized that bottling everything up could ruin his relationship with his S/O, and he can’t be alone. Not again. He can’t hide from this.

It was finally cooling down, so his S/O cuddled close to him and pressed kisses to where the scars stretched across his collarbones. Sniper was already emotional, but feeling his S/O’s arms around him and their lips lightly brush across the thing he hated most about himself made tears slip down his cheeks. Once they finished and buried their head in his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around them and kissed their forehead and temple. He cried softly until he fell asleep.

The next morning also mostly consisted of Sniper and his S/O cuddling and kissing each other, though it was much less emotional and more just content affection. After that, Sniper was much more comfortable with himself now that he had unloaded the weight from his shoulders. Of course, that didn’t fix everything completely, but it was certainly a step in the right direction.

Spy:

Spy, like I said, has scars that he hates more than anything. They’re thin, pale scars across his nose and left cheek, and down that side of his neck. He got them when he was young and had just started working as an assassin. At the time, he was bold, confident, and very, very reckless. He would never admit it now, but his confidence often made him extremely sloppy in his performance. One day, he was stuck in a melee fight with a very skilled nemesis. His lackluster performance got him pinned to the ground underneath them as they beat him until he almost passed out. The enemy was particularly sadistic, so they decided to ruin the handsome face that Spy was so proud of. They started with many light cuts to hurt him as much as possible. They were about to try to tear his cheek when Spy managed to grab their knife and use it to kill them. 

Even though they were very light cuts and healed nicely, Spy was still extremely self-conscious about his face and believed it was ruined forever. That’s one of the reasons he began to hide his face, though the main reason was to hide his identity. So he vowed he would never show it to his beloved S/O in fear that they would leave him and he would never find someone that would accept someone like him.

One night, Spy found himself standing in front of the mirror with his mask off. He put his hands on the sides of the sink and leaned forward to stare sadly at his face. He had high, sharp cheekbones, bright blue eyes, and beautiful, thick brown hair that greyed slightly at his sideburns. He really was a handsome and elegant-looking man, but he could only focus on the scars on his face, which had slightly blended into his skin with time. He hung his head and allowed himself to cry in silence. They would never find him attractive, they’d be disgusted with his face, and they’d leave him…

He was interrupted by hearing his S/O call his name behind him. Merde, he had never closed the door!

He turned his head in an attempt to hide his face, but his S/O could see his reflection in the mirror. He choked, “Get out, now.” His S/O approached them, saying his name softly and reaching out to him, but he only loudly demand that they leave again.

He heard their voice soften to the volume of a whisper as they said OK and stepped out. After a moment, he looked up at the mirror again. His face was red from embarrassment, and more hot tears were rolling down his cheeks. He stayed there for a while, replaying the moment in his head again and again. He eventually got up and straightened his suit out. He knew his amour would never stay with him now, but he still owed them an apology.

He arrived at their room and knocked lightly. His S/O opened the door and looked up at him, obviously upset and annoyed. He asked if he could come in, and they stepped aside for him to step inside. He turned to them as soon as the door was closed and apologized awkwardly. He wasn’t used to being the bigger person and apologizing, so at first his S/O wasn’t sure that he meant it, but he pulled off his mask to show he was being sincere. They stared up at his handsome face, their eyes following the length of his scars, which made him shift uncomfortably. He acknowledged that they probably didn’t want him any more, but at that his S/O threw their arms around him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. At this, he teared up and pulled them into a soft, long kiss and wrapped his arms around their waist. His S/O could feel the warmth radiating from his bright red face.

After that, his S/O always makes sure to pull his mask up and press a kiss to his face in private whenever Spy is feeling down. No matter how stressed or upset he is, it never fails to make him smile softly.

[pastelbatfandoms]

The VK’s:Gods and Pirates

Warnings: Slight Smut! But still with plot. Jealous,Dominating Harry,you know the drill. 

A/N: Also I know nothing about a Scottish accent,so I’m not even going to try. Closest I’ll get is probably some Pirate slang. Sorry there isn’t any gifs of Dizzy but they are really hard to find the right ones!

Chapter 5-Hook Me

Harry Hook POV:

Harry Hook,The Son of Captain Hook,strode into The Voodoo Arcade like he owned the place,and since a Pirate’s life was all about ‘Want.Take.Have.’ He kinda did. 

All eyes turned towards him,some in fear some in lust,as well as Meghana’s Friends Esme,Celia and Dizzy,who had joined them after her clean up duty at Her Grandmother’s Salon Curl Up and Dye.

But Harry cared about no one else but Meghana as he called out. “Oi! My lil Duckling where are ye!” 

When he didn’t see nor hear her,his eyes settled on Meghana’s Friends who were sitting off into the corner. They looked up as he approached. But their eyes that usually shown with either friendliness or indifference where now filled with apprehension. 

Harry immediately sensed something was off,but covered it up with his trademark grin and playful attitude. “Aye have any of you lovely ladies,seen My Beautiful little Minx,Meghana anywhere?” Harry asked turning on the charm as he often did when he wanted something. 

“We haven’t seen her.” Celia answered a little too quickly. 

“Really?” Harry looked at each of them in turn,skeptical. “This is like her second home and you mean to tell me NO ONE has seen her all day?” Harry gestured with a wide crazy grin,looking  over at all the other patrons sitting or playing games,but still being wary of Harry. 

It was Esme who spoke up,leaning forward in her seat as she stared calmly into Harry’s wild eyes,the one who out of all of Meghana’s friends actually stood up to Harry. “She’s not here Harry.”

“Ah Good to see you again too Esme. So her oldest friend doesn’t even know where she is?”  Harry gave her a coy look,as they stared at each other face to face. If you didn’t know better you would have thought they had history. Esme said nothing as Harry slowly left Esme’s gaze and let it fall onto Dizzy. 

Dizzy hadn’t said anything this whole time,Harry noticed suspiciously,Narrowing his eyes. Instead The once cheerful redhead looked down and seemed more nervous than usual. Normally Harry would let it go and just wait for Meghana to return but something was up,Harry could feel it and her friends strange behavior weren’t helping to assuage him. 

Harry leaned into Dizzy’s personal space as he asked. “’Hello Little Dizzy,you wouldn’t happen to know where Meggie scandered off to do you?” Harry asked her as if he was talking to a child,which Dizzy only being 14 kinda was. 

“I-I didn’t,I mean I don’t...” Dizzy stammered. 

“Dizzy.” Esme hissed,raising her eyebrows at the girl in warning. 

Nothing got past a Pirate,and Harry now knew for sure something was up and it involved his girl. Harry’s jaw set in irritation as he noticed the silent exchange between all three girls. But his gaze returned toward Dizzy and he smiled menacingly 

“Dizzy Dear,I’m going to need ya to tell me the truth..” Harry held up his Hook and hooked it through one of Dizzy’s looped pigtail buns. “Lest you’d like a new haircut eh lass?” 

Dizzy looked over at Harry’s Hook in his right hand,nervousness replaced by fear,her eyes wide behind her large glasses.“Ok! She’s with Hades!” Dizzy blurted out in a panic,promptly putting a hand over her mouth after. 

Harry smiled widely,though it didn’t meet his eyes as he unhooked her hair. “See was that so hard?” 

“Dizzy...” Celia gave her best friend a look,closing her eyes in exasperation. 

“I’m sorry but he was going to cut off My hair!” Dizzy exclaimed,almost in tears. Everyone knew how important hair was to Dizzy,being a Hairdresser. 

But everyone’s attention quickly turned back to the matter at hand,when Harry suddenly straightened up. “Hades,well...” Harry mused. “Looks like My wee Duckling has some explaining to do.” 

“It was our idea!” Celia exclaimed,jumping up. 

“She’s only meeting up with Hades for closure.” Esme told Harry before he could get any ideas into his head.

It was too late for that. Harry dragged his Hook under his own chin as he pretended to think. “Is that it now? Well looks like I’ll have to break up their lil reunion.” 

“Don’t you hurt her.” Esme warned.

Harry spun around then an innocent look on his smooth handsome features. “Me? Never!”  Putting his hands,and hook,out in mock defense.  As all three of them looked at Harry,he dropped his arms in Concedment. “Truly Ladies,I wouldn’t hurt her,I promise.” 

“ He’s telling the truth,yeah he’s a Pirate,but Harry loves Megs. Even I can see that.” Dizzy spoke surprisingly in Harry’s Defense. 

“I do.” Harry nodded in agreement,giving them a sincere,none mocking, expression. “So if you would excuse me.”  Harry Cleared his throat at Celia and held out his hook. Harry answered her questioning look, “The key.” 

“Right.” Celia nodded in understanding and deposited a large intricate key,similar to the one Meghana had, out of her Jacket and held it out to Harry.

Harry grinned a thank you and procured it with his hook. With a bow to all three girls,Harry spun around and walked out of the arcade,with the same swag and confident manner. As soon as Harry exited though the smirk fell away with a dark expression as he prepared to get his goddess back. 

Meghana’s POV

Meghana’s emotions were still high but they had died down a bit after seeing Hades,she would always have feelings for her former Underworld King and Mentor but there were other fish in the sea.  “Now to go see my Pirate.” Meghana said to herself,locking the grate doors behind her. Then retrieving her rose eyepatch,slips it on. Suddenly Meghana hears a sound in the now darkness and whirls around,seeing a shadow of a man walk towards her. 

Meghana relaxed in relief when she noticed who it was. “Harry. Don’t scare me like that.” 

Harry emerged from the shadows with a dark grin on his face. “Don’t scare you? I would never think of it. My Goddess ” 

“I was just coming to see you.” Meghana told him but at his look,her small smile turned to nerves once again. “What are you doing here?”

“A wee birdie told me you’d be here.” Harry answered his grin turning sour at his next words. “With Hades.” 

“Dammit Dizzy...” Meghana cursed under her breath.

Harry held up a hand not letting Meghana speak. “Before you try an’ explain yourself. They already told me it was their idea. What ah wanna know is,why are ya here?” Harry asked,cocking his head,his expression unreadable as he looked at Meghana.

“I was saying goodbye.” Meghana answered him,knowing it sounded weak even to her.

Harry let out a derisive laugh,looking away with a false smile. “How so?” Harry asked in a mocking tone. 

It was Meghana’s turn to give Harry a look. “ I was letting him go,for you!” She cried out not in anger but in trying to make him hear her. 

Harry looked at her then,arms crossed out. “Really? cause from where am standing,ye never did.” Harry’s eyes were sad now no longer trying to hide it.

“I did though,I have!” Meghana insisted. 

But Harry was having none of it. “May’be now but what about before when he’s all you’d talk about,complain about?! not ta mention tha’ hackit witch.” Referring to Maleficent as ugly in his native tongue. 

Meghana stared at him taken aback,”I didn’t think you...”

“What?! Noticed?!” Harry all but shouted,arms wide,then noticing his stance,Harry stepped back,giving a tight lipped smile,gripping his hook as he tried to compose himself. 

“We should probably have this conversation somewhere else,away from prying eyes an’ ears.” Harry said more calmly still within arms reach of Meghana, eyeing the street merchants and poor around them. C’mon.” Harry held out his hook for Meghana to take,she noticed he didn’t offer his hand,so she did grabbing onto the cool steel with one finger,hoping this meant Harry would forgive her,as they walked down the dark alleyway together. 

UPCOMING SMUT!

Finally Harry and Meghana reached their private quarters on the pirate ship,Harry opening the wooden door for Meghana as they stepped inside. Meghana letting go of Harry’s hook. Meghana searched for the right words to say as Harry closed the door behind them,they stood their for what seemed like forever,Harry not facing her,in the dim light of the gas lamp. 

“Harry could you talk to me now? say something,yell again,I don’t care!” Meghana pleaded,throwing her arms out in defeat. When he didn’t answer,Meghana tried again,reaching for him to face her. 

When Harry finally did turn towards her,his expression was not one she expected,Meghana expected him to be angry still,even sad but not with tears forming behind his light eyes. 

“Do you still want to be with me?” Harry asked so quietly Meghana almost didn’t hear him until he asked almost hesitantly. “Do you..Do you still love me?”

Before Meghana could reply,Harry run his hands through his dark hair and down his face in frustration. “ Fuck I am no good at this.” 

Before Harry could impulsively do something he’d regret,Meghana grabbed his face to look at her. “Harry. of course I love you,I want you.” She insisted looking him in the eyes. 

Harry seemed to calm down at her touch,closing his eyes,when he opened them they were dark. “prove it. or rather let me.” With those words Harry spun her around,her back to him,keeping her close. THIS is what he was good at. 

Meghana let out a small sound of pleasure and closed her eyes. “Anything for you Captain.” No Harry wasn’t a real Captain yet but he was Captain of Meghana’s ship....

“Anything?” Harry purred low in her ear,his accent becoming stronger as he said. “Mmmm that’s what I Ah like ta hear Love, A’m gonna ruin yeh...” Meghana’s stomach started to get butterflies and her heart and eyes fluttered at his touch, she nodded her permission as Harry dragged his hook through her hair and down her cheek softer than expected. 

Harry moved Meghana’s hair out of the way and kissed her neck then gave it a swift bite. Meghana gasped in surprise. “Easy Vampire!” 

Harry smirked. “That little Ducklin’ was a warnin’. Do ya really think A’m gonna be easy on ya tonight?” 

Meghana looked down in reproach. “Of course not Sir.” 

“Good.” Harry spun her around to face him, as he hooked her around the waist then kissed her hungrily,running his free hand through her hair, clothes tore a little but Meghana didn’t care,as long as Harry forgave her,still wanted her to be his,then he could do whatever he wanted. 

 Still kissing passionately they made their way over to the small bed,clothes tearing and ripping in there rush to get them off. Harry stopped Meghana when she went for his pants and pushed her onto the bed. “Uhhu,not so fast,I told ya I was gonna ruin yeh and ah meant it.” 

To be Continued...

A/N: So yeah My Muse Disappeared....and was replaced by Chad Charming lol so I will be writing up a side story with Chad and Esme!

[tirasiantrouper]

Soon

Soon.

Whoever came up with the word soon? It was timeless, yet used to give some measure of time. The very word now grated on Sarah's nerves as she had drawn on clothes and boots. She had 'borrowed' one of Merrick's sweaters. It was big and bulky enough to make Sarah look a bit frumpy. To help her blend in a bit.  She had opted to not paint on her usual eye-catching shade of ruby red lipstick. Whatever she could do to not draw attention to herself. As she stumbled and bumbled about the docks of Freehold, she'd ask here and there on if people had seen anything out of sorts.

Uncomfortable.

That was another word she cursed. She hated that it was accurate for her. She felt uncomfortable, exposed, standing out on the docks, trying to get some form of heading on where to begin looking for Merrick and Graham. After some time she had at least figured out which direction the nearest tavern was in. That would be a good place to check, she reasoned. And yet...

Taverns in Freehold were more like lamplights.

There was one, or more, for every street corner -- often stacked one upon the other. The nearest tavern to their particular dockhead was a rather boring affair named the ‘Colorful Carnation’. True to its name, the sign which swung in the sea-breeze was carved into the shape of a blooming flower. Outside stood a great-many manner of men and women, all seaside sorts who were drinking and smoking, even at the afternoon hour.

To misfortune perhaps, none appeared to be a gargantuan foreman nor finely-tailored director. The great expanse of the patrons visible were all rough-and-tumble, salty sorts who looked inquiring for a place to spend their voyage’s pay.

Sarah had her eyes peeled, looking for both of them, but mostly looking for Merrick as she was sure to notice him in a crowd before Graham. Something about his size, she figured, would make him stand out. She made her way towards the gathered group, trying to peer through the  crowd of them to see what the kerfuffle was. All the while, cursing and grumbling under her breath. It had been hours. Merrick knew she gave them two.

Kerfuffles were many and a-plenty, it seemed.

“Oooh -- ooh, I see what yer’ game is boy! You really gonna go ahead and try to swap-a-swindle on me? No, no -- no no. Come on, you really wanna have me chewin’ up your backside from here to fuckin’ Tel Abim? Gimme the doubloons, swabbie.”

“Okay -- I can see you are upset. I feel your energy, and I am putting good energy back. But … the thing is … these are my doubloons. See, you did bet them against my hand -- and now, see, I’ve won that hand. So under all the laws of Gods, Fortune and Men, these are my doubloons.”

There appeared to be a rather profound argument on the outer deck of the Colorful Carnation regarding a particular hand of cards. A brutish, thick-jawed sailor bearing a red-dyed tricorne was arguing his loss of wealth with a svelte, rather dapper -- and handsome, by some measure -- one-eyed man with a gilded eyepatch.

Freehold. It never changed.

As attractive as one might have been, those weren't her men. Therefore they weren't hers to mind about. Especially given she was certain at least one of them was unscrupulous in their sea-faring ways. Even if the argument reminded her of a certain illusionist. That reminder only served to make her frown, remembering why she was there.

Onto the next tavern! Slinking away as best she could, to avoid the crowd and the fight going on behind her, Sarah tugged her-- well, Merrick's-- sweater closer around herself.

The great expanse of Freehold’s ramshackle streets was vast.

There were no shortage of taverns, sea-side spitting houses, ‘breweries’, and pubs. Perhaps a few square feet of the entirety of Freehold was not built for the express intention of putting liquor into the bloodstreams of sailing sorts. It was that kind of a town.

With no defining marks, and a far -- far -- too big garment wrapped around her, Sarah did not poke out. Amongst the peoples of Freehold, cause for ‘catcalling’ was as broad as physiology could abide. Men, women, and all else got the side-eye and a hoot-and-holler from various sorts. The afternoon as it was did not hold so ripe a contest of maritime debauchery as surely would come about by nightfall. Fortuitous, as it were.

Beyond the din of many sailors cavorting, arguing, and fist-fighting with one another -- there came a sound. It was small, given the surrounding cries and yells, but it seemed to be coming from deeper down a corner alleyway.

“-- in good faith. And now? Look, look what you’ve done. -- Ah! Ah, no. No. That was all you, Cal. Do not try to assuage you and your boys embarrassment on account of my behavior. I was nothing but genial until they drew.”

That was a sense of familiarity. The voice and the confident attitude, and the 'genial' nature of it all.

Sarah crept closer, and turned to lean about at the end of the alleyway, within hearing distance, but around the corner so as to not be seen. She did her best to make it look like she was just another Freehold Free-person lingering about, wasting time outside of the building. She felt around inside of Merrick's pockets, trying to find something that could resemble a smoke. Not that she knew the foreman to smoke, but it would have been useful. Even just the gesture of searching for a smoke to discover she had 'forgotten' it elsewhere would do to any passerbys while she eavesdropped.

To her chagrin, there was no ‘smoke’. There was, however, a ringlet of measuring spoons. They still held the gentle dust of cinnamon from the last tray of muffins Merrick had baked at the estate. Indeed, there was also a bundled up tea-towel which retained the scent of whatever blend he had mixed together to help ease Graham’s hangovers. Curious man, their foreman.

Down the alleyway, there were a variety of peculiar shopfronts. Most were empty in the afternoon -- unsavory sorts, perhaps. But the end of the alleyway was a tavern. Or something approximating a tavern. There was a bar, and grog behind it, so -- tavern.

But in the briny expanse of ‘street’ ahead of that tavern, stood a man in quite a lovely charcoal suit. It was somewhat marred by apparent physicality. There was an imprint of dust on the rear, where a hand had apparently tried to take hold of him. He grasped a cane in his left hand, tip pointed downward at an angle befitting a fencing saber rather than a walking appendage. Five men lay prone around him.

A sixth man, quite unfortunate, was being held by his ankle by a mammoth of a man standing beside the well-tailored gentleman. He was stumbling over his words, bumbling and making some plea which amounted to, ’please, please-please put me down!’

Past the commotion, stood another man. Less well-dressed, but wearing the same sense of quiet confidence as the cane-wielder.

Sarah had to duck her head to hide her smirk as she heard something along the lines of someone pleading to be put down. She knew without looking-- that was Merrick's doing. Still, she listened, trying to gauge the rest of the scenario and whether or not she was needed or could even be of use. At least, she reasoned, it didn't sound as if either of them were harmed. Yet.

No one -- bar the five men unconscious, and the one held aloft -- appeared harmed.

“Now … is there a particular reason you decided to throw your goons at me, Cal? Or have you simply gotten so incredibly doughy in your old age that you rely on these upstart young gentleman to protect you from similarly ancient friends?” A quirk of a smile ate through the tone of Graham’s voice, loud enough to still be heard down the alley. He had lungs.

The man opposite him, ‘Cal’ apparently, spoke in a harsher tone. His voice was marred with the rasp common to habitual smokers. But in a handsome fashion, as if he had a long go at some back-room lounge singing. Not an untoward tone, all considered.

“Forgive me, Ellingham. When a ghost decides to come haunting on a sunny afternoon, you have to be sure its real -- you understand. My dearest apologies,” the man brought his hands up, fingers pinched together and wiggling in sincerity. “What can I do for you .. ?”

“Unfortunately my cause for visitation comes in two words, Cal. ‘Ignacio Mordrey’.”

That seemed to quirk the man’s brow.

“Oh. And here I thought I’d have a nice afternoon, enjoy a nap, slay a half-snifter of brandy. Alright -- come in. And I hope if that is your young man down the street, that you did not teach him to be so unsubtle.” From down the alleyway, ‘Cal’ threw a glance toward Sarah.

Young man?! Sarah had to bite on her tongue to keep from vocalizing that offense. Perhaps it was compliment that her attempt to be frumpy had succeeded so well.

Still-- young man?!

‘Thump!’

The man whom Merrick had been holding in precarious aeriality fell to earth. He scampered away quite quickly, seemingly afeared of the enormous man who once grasped him. At the mention of ‘young man’, the foreman peeked over to see -- Sarah.

A little frown colored his face, creasing them as he observed her. A mutter escaped, “.. Are’b that m’sweater? … “

Graham was not so unsubtle, merely casting a momentary glance over one shoulder. He beheld Sarah easily, well-accustomed to the glint of her eyes and the swell of her lips. As he came back around to look at ‘Cal’, he rolled his eyes.

“... Yes, unfortunately that is my young man. A ward of an old colleague, you understand. Have to take care of him. I promise he will not be a burden in your home. -- Please, lead on. You were just about to tell me about the recent state of affairs with the ‘Devil Ignacio’ .. ?”

As he spoke, Graham came forward with his cane finally utilized for its genuine purpose, rather than bludgeoning poor young men. ‘Cal’ and Graham went ahead and entered the tiny tavern at the end of the street, with Merrick hanging back and waving at Sarah.

“Young MAN?” Sarah mouthed to Merrick, her face scrunched up in offense.

@thegreatgrahamellingham

[sarnehthelostboy]

Kaet and Prison

So I’ve taken on the endeavor of recreating my Saints Row boss, Kate, in the World of Warcraft. My motivation for the game has been kinda low recently, but this has given me some new energy for it, and is turning out to be a lot more fun than I first thought. It’s still a WIP of course, but I’ve managed to make a decent crew for her, and have started working on writing out a scene to explain how she met each member. This’ll be the first in the series, as it explains how she ended up founding the gang! 

--

“... So am I getting a turn, or what?”

“Yea sure, right after I'm done.”

“Been saying for hours now, Kaet...”

The ball bounced off the floor and smacked into an open hand of grayed purple skin. Just like it had been doing all day. The hands' owner turned and glanced at her cell-mate...

“For Light's sake, don't stare at me with the bad one, fuck!” said the other woman, waving at her “friend” to encourage a turn of her head. “Getting you an eyepatch first thing when we get out...” she muttered.

“So you don't want it?” asked Kaet, raising the dull red ball up and turning it back and forth.

“Don't need to look at me to give me the ball.”

“Yea and you don't need to look at me to take it.”

“Fuck you.”

“Yea you too.”

Kaet tossed the bouncy sphere over to the woman at her side, a wide smirk on her face.

“Thanks.”

With one less thing keeping her mind busy, Kaet began to gently bump her head against the wall behind her. Not enough to break anything, but just enough send her thoughts bouncing around. Preferable, compared to more dwelling.

Kaet had been in the Stormwind City Prison for almost a month. Maylith had been in for six. Kaet got put in with Maylith after her last cellmate got killed in a fight with one of the guards.

The days were moving by a lot slower than Kaet remembered. When she was out in the world, seemed like they were going by too fast. Never had enough time to pull off a jewelry swipe and make it to the shoreline of Silvermoon for sundown.

“Silvermoon...” She mumbled the name, barely audible. Maylith turned to look at her, but glanced away once she'd figured out it wasn't anything directed at her. Silvermoon was something she didn't want to think about, but she was going to anyways, because she was homesick and also an idiot. Silvermoon wasn't home anymore, thanks to Umbric and his Magisters. She was stuck in Stormwind because of him, and he and so many others just went along with it like it was their only choice.

Kaet had gone a crime spree first thing after she set foot in Stormwind. She wasn't going to sit and listen to Alleria preach about how great the Alliance was; Kaet was going to rob them blind as best she could while she was in their capital. She made it through a good handful of stores, one of which she put to the flame on her way out, but they'd caught up long enough. None of her fellow “Ren'dorei” vouched for her, likely because she wasn't supposed to be there in the first place. She was a stowaway, and was definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“... Your skull, human! I'll crack it like an egg and drink -”

The words of defiance were spoken in orcish, a tongue Kaet was not expecting to hear this deep in Alliance territory. She and Maylith both looked away from the wall in time to see the two newest arrivals at the prison; a pair of orcs, both male, wrapped in dark shrouds that were torn, cut, and wet with blood. Escorted by a trio of guards each, the orcs and their captors took up most of the hallway, so much that Kaet could probably reach one of them if she tried... But that was an “if” that might cost her a hand. So, instead of doing that, she and Maylith watched their new brothers in chains be guided down the hall and around the bend to the lower cells. Other prisoners shouted out insults, directed at the guards and orcs both, but neither of two women chimed in.

Eventually the excitement had passed and the two returned to reclaim their seats on Kaet's bunk, Maylith beginning to bounce the ball off the opposite wall again, and Kaet trying to think of things other than how much she wanted to get out.

-

A few hours later, the excitement returned. This time, in the form of a full on prison riot.

The two orcs hadn't even been in for a day, and yet there was already someone on the inside to help them... Or, maybe they just pulled a guard through the railing, killed him, and took his keys. Either way, the cold stone halls were echoing with shouting and cries for blood. Human, dwarves, goblins, orcs, and others all began to force their way out, some stopping to release people along the way. Kaet and Maylith waited for their turn, but after enough bodies had passed, it seemed like they were going to be forgotten.

Maylith had already torn up the sheet from her cot and stuffed a few shreds behind the waistband of her pants, while Kaet had gone to their cell bars. “Hey! Someone get a key over here! Hey! Come on, get us out of here, too!” Two human men hurried past her, and Kaet gave them a quick rundown on how good their mothers were in bed before they got out of earshot, but soon enough she had to look elsewhere for help.

One of the orcs from earlier in the day rounded the corner of the hall, covered from head to toe in blood. Seems that they really did pulled one of the guards through the railing. He started down the hallway with the other orc following close behind, armed with a bloodied sword. As the two reached Kaet cell, she spoke up in orcish. “Hey! You! Open!” she said, gesturing towards the lock that kept their door shut.

The first of the two kept walking, but the second paused. He looked at Kaet that spoke of his surprise at hearing orcish being spoken by someone in Stormwind. He stared at her, then down at the lock, and then turned to see where his fellow had gone to. He hesitated, then grunted and slammed the pommel of his sword down against the lock. The first hit didn't mean much, but the second, and then the third did. With the fourth the lock was finally broken open, and the orc grunted something that Kaet didn't quite understand before dashing towards the stairs leading out, leaving red prints in his wake.

With the door open and chaos still maintaining a hold on the prison, Kaet made to follow the orcs, but was stopped by a hand pulling on the purple hair of her ponytail. “TAUREN TITS, WHAT -” she shouted, whirling. Maylith was the culprit, and gestured for Kaet to follow her with an urgency in her eyes. “You run out there and you're dead in the streets. We're taking the sewers out.”

Kaet followed her without a second thought, the two hurrying past a dwarf and goblin bloodying each other against steel bars. “Next time just yell at me! Haven't even gone on a date and you're already pulling my hair...”

Even with present circumstances at hand, Maylith managed to laugh, which Kaet matched with a grin.

When they reached the sewer grate, it was clear they weren't the first ones that had had the thought. The grate had been pulled up from the ground, leaving the grimy entrance wide open. It wasn't the tightest fit, but Kaet was still feeling her shoulders brush up against the walls now and then, taking a bit of slime with them. It was less noticeable on Maylith's dark skin, but both knew that they'd need a long bath if they managed to get out. Distant footsteps splashing through murky water could be heard further down, and the two went after the sound of their fellow escapees.

By the time order was restored and the guards had managed to assess the losses, Kaet and Maylith were swimming downriver to freedom.

-

“So, where are you two going after this?”

Maylith looked over at her brother, who had turned to look at her. Kaet glanced between the two of them.

“... Well, nowhere,” said Maxwell, after a long moment of silence. He finally broke away from his sister's stare to meet the single glowing blue eye that belonged to Kaet. Thankfully, she'd acquired an eyepatch since the break out at the prison, and now her void-wounded eye was now covered, though a few of the cracks in her skin were still slightly visible around the rim. Much less disturbing to look at, and that was what was important.

“Nowhere?” repeated Kaet, looking between the two, a brow raised.

Maylith shrugged. “Don't have anywhere to go, Kaet. My brother and I have been moving between camps and inns for...” She turned to Max. “What, two years now?”

The older of the two siblings nodded, scratching his fingers through the rough beard on his chin. “Sounds about right.” He looked towards Kaet with a weight behind his eyes. “Never been able to keep enough gold in our pockets to stay anywhere long. Being a merc doesn't cut it in this part of Azeroth, and its hard for Maylith to make much when she's in prison...”

“First time,” she shot back, pointing her knife in Max's direction. The firelight caught on the blade and made Kaet squint her good eye.

“Yea, and you made exactly this much during the six months that you were in there.” Max held up his hand, shaping his fingers into the shape of a big zero.

Maylith sneered and waved away the number, but the knot in her brow said she knew he was right.

Kaet continued to look between the two of them, a frown pulling down the corners of her lips. Kaet had both the muscle and skills to carry herself through bad times in Silvermoon, but she was unfamiliar ground with Elwynn, with the Alliance's lands. No contacts, no hideouts to duck into, …

“Let's start something,” she said.

Both Max and Maylith looked up at her, curious.

“Start what?” asked Maylith, brown eyes glowing with the glint of the fire.

“Something. A crew.” Kaet gestured to herself, then to Maylith, and then to Maxwell. “Me, you, and you. We'll get something going and get a place for ourselves. Even if it's a hole in the wall of some hill, better than nothing.”

The siblings exchanged a look, but neither one turned the idea down.

“I was pulling shit out from under merchants in Silvermoon all the time. This place can't be that different.” The void-tainted elf tilted her chin up towards the two figures across the fire pit from her. “What do you say?”

“I'm in.”

Max turned and looked at his sister again, and she met him with a stony gaze. A moment passed, and then he met the good eye of Kaet. “Alright. We're both in. If this turns into nothing, though, I'm gone.”

Kaet nodded, but a smile was beginning to spread across her face. “Deal. Let's start making some gold.”