#and now we're in the phase where his legs are probably way too long

[lemonisntreal]

Oh bOy-

-more alcohol marker sketches that I actually lined and finished, I love a good futile attempt at trying to have an aesthetic sketchbook :D

I want to draw him in so many outfits, I have a list going right now ooga booga.

Note: I need to draw him with more funky mugs

Also here're some alt ideas + pictures I took of the process for once, which is kinda neat I guess

[quinloki]

ABC HeadCanon - Trafalgar D. Water Law

NSFT Alphabet!

18+ only

-:- Table of Consent -:-

NSFT Alphabet!

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

You know he's a gentle soul long before you're experiencing his aftercare, but it still surprises you. He's kind of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde when it comes to his kinks vs his aftercare and it can be a little whiplashy. He'll wash your hair for you, massage your limbs, bring you water and light snacks, ask how you're feeling – if there was anything you really liked, or anything you weren't keen on doing again.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

There's that one place below your scapula just off to the side of your spine, where he sucks and bites the flesh in just the right way and the shudder it sends through you is nearly orgasmic. It's something like that that's 100% his favorite part of yours.

For him it's his fingers. You demonstrated good oral techniques during a round of truth of dare on his fingers (instead of being exhibitionists during a party), and it rattled him how good his fingers had made the rest of him feel. It took him a couple days to process that one.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's licked it off your face after cumming on your face, there is nothing that is gonna phase him about it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It's not dirty per se, but you'd have to stumble into it to get him to admit that he enjoys being humiliated. Get him in a maid outfit and paint lewd words on him with edible chocolate and order him around and he'll be eating out of the palm of your hand.

Now, surviving him "paying you back" afterward – that's a different story.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He's had a relationship or two at least. Unless we're talking high school AU you're probably not his first, and even then he's got enough guy friends that he's certainly seen enough dirty mags or smuggled pornos to have some idea of what's going to happen.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He's open to almost anything and everything, but oddly enough he really likes the missionary position. When your legs and arms wrap around him and your nails trail lines into his back, there's nothing better. The desperate clawing mixed with your legs shuddering in pleasure as you're moaning your enjoyment into his ear.

Sometimes he'll pin your wrists down and ride that first orgasm into a second one just to watch you squirm and cry beneath him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Law's... pretty dry. He's got enough goofy people around him that he tends to seriousness maybe a little too much. He likes to be in, and maintain, control, so he's usually focused on that. There have been some moments where something will give you giggle fits, and you can see that unfair smile on his face, as he's enjoying your enjoyment.

He's not all business though, you've had pillow fights a couple times and one time pilfering his hat had led to some intense intimacy.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps things neat and trimmed, but he can be a little lackadaisical about it. It's, again, frustrating how well it still manages to work out for him. Even when he's getting a little shaggy it's still hot and you almost hate that.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As sensual as velvet and as cool and smooth as silk. He can be so attentive and romantic from beginning to end that it takes your breath away.

He can be a little bit of a romantic dork too, like gifting you a paper flower after he spent all day helping Bepo make some for an event. After a couple hours of making them he got pretty good at it and saved the one he thought came out the best for you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If your schedules don't align for too long he'll take care of himself, but he didn't even really ever jack off before he met you. The problem he has now is that he'll get to thinking about you and get himself riled up and have to take care of things.

He jacked off in front of you when you commanded him too, and it was super hot. You nearly came yourself, and his only gripe is that, after that, he can't just do it once because he ends up thinking about you watching him and ends up riled up all over again.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Law's kinks are pretty clinical – he knows how to use his literal medical equipment to full ( and safe ) effect. Add to that an enjoyment of bondage, and a healthy dash of sadism, and things can get a little weird sometimes. But no matter how unconventional things get you haven't had a complaint as yet.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He's not picky, but you tend to gravitate between the bathroom, the exam room and the bed room. He's teased you into a puddle in public and you did it outside – the rush was incredible, but you leave those decisions up to him. Law's perceptive enough to know when it's something you can get away with, and when it's better not to risk it. Though more often than not any teasing that starts in public ends behind closed doors – he's not big on letting anyone else hear you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Most of the time you just have to be a little overt in making sure he knows what you're after – dressing in specific ways, flat out asking, etc. It wasn't until he accidentally ruined your pajamas in the heat of the moment and you wandered into the kitchen in one of his shirts that either of you knew he had a "hot button".

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

How you two are behind closed doors is meant to stay behind closed doors. He can get real mad real fast if you talk about things even jokingly with other people. He's an intensely private person, and while he's glad *you* are all in for his kinks and kicks, he absolutely does not want other people knowing.

Eustass' tendency to brag is one of the reasons the guy gets under his skin.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's good at giving it, and he doesn't have anything against it, but he's more likely to do other things (if he realizes you really like it though, he'll do it more). He won't stop you from going down on him, but he's usually only initiating it if it's part of a "punishment" and he's more likely to fuck your face than leave you to it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Law's more slow and in control, and less fast and rough – he can be, but he prefers to maintain control, so he's usually riding you to that edge frustratingly slow on purpose. Often his pace has little to do with how much of a tease he can be, it's more he knows where all your sensitive places are and uses that to his advantage.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Law could take 'em or leave 'em. He was quick when you did it outside the first time, but he mitigates the risks of having sex outside so well that he's able to take him time a little more after that.

You made the mistake of teasing him that he couldn't get you off quickly and that's why he didn't really care for them, and then he systematically pushed all your buttons and had your legs buckling in orgasm in under two minutes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Law is willing to take a lot of risks and absolutely experiments. There's a lot of communication before during and after in these situations, and sometimes he'll even utilize his medical stuff to monitor things. I mean, he takes risks, but he absolutely does NOT take unnecessary risks.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Normally he seems like a one-and-done kind of guy – he'll tease and please you through a couple orgasms before he has his, but then he's on to aftercare. You got him to take a legitimate vacation, sleep properly and all that, and you ended up going for five hours. He came so many times you were actually getting concerned he was going to have a problem.

As it was you could barely walk the next day and he spent most of the day reading and snuggling with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has some toys. He's not against bringing anything and everything into your time together, but aside from his medical supplies he's got a hitachi and a sybian and that's really it. Given his sadistic streak you imagined he'd have literal whips and chains, but he's surprisingly more hands on than anything else.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't start out being a tease, but once he learns the faces and sounds you make when he does tease you he ends up enjoying it more and more. His patience and attention to detail means he can really stretch it out, and while you might pout and grumble and beg, by the end of it he has you feeling so good you can't legitimately complain.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Aside from the occasional grunt when he's finishing, or a soft swear when he's trying to restrain himself, he doesn't make much noise. When you basically dommed him one time he made some of the most delicious moans you'd ever heard him make.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) I saw this on @sanjisblackasswife 's head canon post about Law and frankly it made So Much Sense it now lives in my head canon.)

He – and the crew – know ASL. You saw them communicating in it once and Law started to teach you words. It's a subtle way to talk to one another, and you used it a couple of times as a safe word when you were gagged. You had to admit it was also just good to know.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

I mean these tattoos are going to be a distraction, but as for what he's packing, it doesn't look impressive – fairly average if not a little thicker than average - but gods and demons it feels impressive. He knows what he's doing and he knows what he's got, and you have zero complaints.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He was probably teased for being a prude or a monk a lot growing up, but if there's an upper limit to his sex drive you haven't found it yet. He blames you for it, but he also is so stoic and in control, you're not sure if he's holding back for your sake or not.

One day you might ask him to tell you every time he wants to have sex for a day or week (whether you do do it or not), but you're a little afraid to know the answer to that.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't fall asleep until you do, but once he notices your breathing has settled and you're out he's right behind you. – kind of literally too, he enjoys being the big spoon and keeping you close through the night.

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Snow Day, Post Kikus

♫ "If the scattered stories have connections somehow, the threads of time will be rewoven." ♫

A lucky, lucky snow day indeed. I do work a job where we get those off which is nice because I fell on the ice yesterday. Fortunately a long history of theatre and stage combat means I know how to fall. Means I could get around to this, even if it means breaking Shyarly letting me transition out. I hope y'all like tomorrow's post. Today though, we are anchored by a lovely anime Kiku face because it's been a minute. Last chance to recap & refocus as we come out of the holiday slowdown for mainline One Piece chapters. We should have a fun back half of Academy's latest soon too. Still very cool to me I can talk about Kiku the same way for both.

That quote up top, if you're familiar with One Piece you've probably been hearing the Japanese line it's a translation of. It's from the new Egghead opening. Given how we've been looking at this arc so far...feels a little like a promise y'know?

We still really just went and did that with this Kuma flashback didn't we? Ginny at God Valley opens it by showing off a sharp lady preemptively setting up a smokescreen through the snails then Kuma wraps it up through an alternate POV flashback. That was the idea for so long before we got there; Kiku's weird ending and role in Wano is ripe for that style of flashback and you could do it with Egghead via the Grand Fleet. Miss Unassuming who doesn't want a fuss about her quietly slipped away.

It's still that Rashomon angle to me, seems like the simple idea showing all these sidestories might be baiting you to ask who threads the needle was already gaining traction before the opening nudges at it. Right now you have Vivi and Bonney. Both showing something people paid attention to before their stories end on a note that kinda makes them feel more like Law/Kid. We're moving on, you have other things to do behind the main story getting into the final phase. How we now have enough known unknowns to thread another one of these cutaways through Stussy, Marco, and Drake giving his Chekov's Report to SWORD...Kiku's just grown as someone solid to do that through what's on the table in front of us. Still plays pretty nice with the initial Kishotenketsu outline too, Rashomon fits that perfectly by design. The only problem with the initial sketch is it assumed Egghead would be shorter like most of us did.

Especially with how Vegapunk punted on the question of what happened last night in the lab. That was clever. That's still hanging. Don't forget Robonosuke came online. It'd be cute as hell if Luffy was right about only needing to know his name and someone who knew Toki well could believably know that detail without stepping on Robin's general role too much. I didn't get this nice little exchange last time to show the real meat of skipping that. But isn't it really close to say...what you could draw out of that hypothetical time to talk between Kiku & Marco? Funny thing is, you're really just a twist of fate away from Kin'emon doing the same right away in Act 1.

Kin & Kanjuro are out for this little scene tail end of Dressrosa. They're the ones who hear the rumor about Rebecca's parentage and sorta spur the last leg of the Straw Hat story into motion from there. So they don't see this quiet side story. It's kind of interesting how the Samurai are kept away from knowing too much about Luffy's story with the Whitebeard Pirates because of Izo. Neko is probably worldly enough to just know it offhand and we already have that idea he was playing a little coy saying he was seeking out Marco. That's all on top of Kiku & Izo already being this parallel reunion turned tragic.

It's still too weird to leave all that hanging tacked onto someone who already pulls a perfect little thematic bookend about Wano's deeper darkness then constantly have Egghead play with the same ideas. If these scattered stories could be connected somehow, time would be rewoven. The time part is easy. Past to future arcs and the element of Toki as this adjacent unraveled enigma. Been thinking about the Grand Fleet too...does it just have to be serving as the cavalry at Egghead? Don't get me wrong, that's spectacle enough but don't forget we've woven their captains into these sidestories already.

One thing I wonder about more and more is how them and like, potential with Robonosuke don't even need to be mutually exclusive. How much are they needed on Egghead? How much could they, under smart guidance, tip the scales on these side stories? Ginny wasn't a sudden precedent, the reveal just like we suggested before was that she was setting things up the whole time. Even if you wanted reinforcements Orlumbus has the bulk of your raw numbers. But like...you could spin something grander.

What if the Fleet intervened everywhere? Circle back to Kid's story, he does get fished out because shortly after Barto showed up to make a formal apology. Law's/Koby's retreat ends up being covered by someone like Cavendish and Ideo. Sai or Leo serve as a go-between to relay a high-stakes negotiation to figure out Vivi's safe without exposing her. That's a cool idea too. And would work well with the idea Egghead's main story is a lateral move. Luffy almost went to either Blackbeard or Shanks but a game of rock-paper-scissors had him stumble into a story we've pointed out is irrelevant to the Straw Hats and their own interests. There's a lot of cool ways to spin that, but going into a new year it still feels like the best anchor to the broader story lines up with what was left unfinished on Wano.

And if nothing else, we'll always have Academy.

[three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat]

GHIRAHIM

PHASE TWO

OBSERVATIONS

Why's he laughing

At least he said hi this time?

Thread of fate. I just can't.

Ghirahim really just said "we're soulmates" huh

Hair flip

The way he presents the drawings is hilarious actually

These drawings are actually very strange- presumably, back when the gates were built, Lanayru wasn't all sandy, yet the depiction of it clearly shows a desert

Goddess's guard dog = twig = Impa?

Rainbows? It's filled your heart with rainbows?

(I know what you are)

WHY IS HE KNEELING LIKE THAT

"I know I can be honest with you" 🤨

Dramatic bastard (affectionate)

JUMP

Giggly

This is probably the best side by side comparison and IN CONCLUSION: Ghirahim is like. His chin touches the top of Link's head. Idk.

Ok they're a bit far away now but yeah. I stand by that.

I'm honestly curious where he learned Link's name. Did Link introduce himself at Skyview? Was it when he heard it from Zelda???

This is a surprisingly nice offer (by which I mean said nice)

...Where did the wind come from? Is one of Ghirahim's abilities the power to summon a breeze to dramatically blow back his hair and cape?

(Once more: I like his cape)

Literally no straight explanation for the way he shows off

Also the way it looks like corruption, sort of, is very interesting. Looks cool. Can't imagine it's not painful.

WAIT does he only have one ear???

Again with the thread of fate. You have something you want to say?

Ohhh cool the background sound is intensifying

Still does the hair flip if you stand still long enough

Anyway if I don't have my shield out he slaps me so I can't get a good height comparison that way BUT. Perhaps a bit taller than what I said before. Hard to tell.

You can make his daggers land in the ground (they'll disappear after a second but they're very clearly stuck there)

MMMM DUEL WIELDING

Ohhhh now he licks the blade. Kinda unsanitary if you ask me

Ooh the corruption is on his back too

Skyward Strikes are still blocked by... something. Kinda weird how it looks

Never noticed before but he blocks the daggers you direct back at him with his sword

There ARE diamond slits on the back his pants, as well as his left leg being dark like the front

The daggers track you! Never noticed that before!

If you parry his hit he'll respond with an identical slash

His swords are crossed when he buries them in the ground

He has an overhead slash, a sideways slash that's a bit twirly (can lead with either hand), a one sword at a time slash (starting with his right), and one where he spreads his arms out and brings his swords in to hit you (like scissors)

Trying to hit him with the bow results in the same thing as the Skyward Strike, but its almost like he... moves really fast to the side to dodge it

YEAH you can see it with the clawshot he's somehow able to move really fast to dodge it

Ok there was more stuff I wanted to test but apparently knocking the daggers back actually DOES hurt him

Anyway. In conclusion.

WHY CAN HE SPEED TO THE SIDE LIKE THAT? WHY?

Also: dramatic bastard (affectionate)

[carma-bis]

Okay, I'm kinda getting what ur saying a bit more, and I can see how the way I come across would make some people intimidated, thinking I'm attacking their mental rather than talking about the concept. I think I'm just not good at playing this middle ground. There's no harm in being connected to a prosthetic limb and the fact that can make life easier to function is nothing to glance at. I could come up with a billion stupid scenarios where blatantly, no matter the attachment, it's not living compared to the rest of your body nor anyone elses body and i would be concerned if someone couldn't draw this line vs just being attached to something that's incredibly helpful and makes you feel "normal", functioning perhaps. This is not to say any of the struggle or cost around prothestic limbs is worthless either, just that..you can't regrow a limb. I would hope anyone is dropping that prosthetic leg in a second if its that or an actual piece of their body they would have to trade. Because it's not 'them'. And, with BIID, I'm seeing that some subsets or unique conditions of phantom limbs arise from one side of the brain being injured, thus your recognition for a body part associated with that part/side of the brain will start having phantom limb issues sometimes, otherwise for blatant cases of wanting a limb gone, there's rarely any association beyond they grew up around someone with an amputated limb (socialization). The brain being injured thus causing phantom limb is a direct result of physical trauma, which as I said, is not my bone to pick. I'm also seeing that sexual arousal is a possible side effect/symptom of BIID which, I hate to be the Oprah gif, is 99% a consequence of sexual abuse/emotional abuse/porn addiction. This is also tied to how a majority of those who have BIID are male lol. Which is the same shit we're running into with the entire trans movement where we have now deemed this disorder distinctly perverted in context because males develop it more than females WITH that symptom of it becoming a fetish, vs females who most likely develop forms of the disorder directly from abuse and skip the having to fetish it phase, although the rise of porn being accessible to ALL rather than a kind of "boys club" will move this trend a bit. Which leads me even more into believing its socially developed by a brain that's vulnerable from previous abuse.

No one wants to hear that part of it tho though lmao. I've given up on being a therapist cause I'm really not good at walking the middle ground of affirming peoples thoughts in case I might scare them away, and I've accepted it! I definitely believe there's a place for arguments like yours, and it's a long road to walk.

I think the closest I can relate to the breast "feeling detached" was after I was sexually assaulted, my chest was being groped by a 6ft dude and I couldn't stop him for the life of me while he was drunk off his ass. it never went further, but just that made me feel for months like they itched, they felt uncomfortable, excessive, in the way, not ME, i wanted them *gone*. I still struggle being grabbed from behind for hugs and can't wear bras/anything too tight around my chest cause it just reminds me they're THERE. I also also had a pretty bad shoulder injury as a small child and if i disassociate hard enough (like it's a skill!), it's almost like I have my hand and then my torso and the rest of my limb is just, not there. There's nothing attaching my hand. It's a weird feeling and it's probably the close I can get, but It's nothing permanent. I'm sorry you have been going through that endlessly, with no end in sight. Genuinely. And I wish you the best finding comfort where you can.

Hello radical feminist community. I am a dysphoric person who has seen a lot of differing opinions on here. I'm looking for some people to host a civil discussion about radical feminism, dysphoria, and the trans community.

I don't know much about the radical feminist community, but this seems like a good start. If you're interested in politely educating me, message or comment, or even reblog with a comment.

I will engage with anyone who comes to this post in good taste

[may-day-voice]

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The Rook

Part of Villain AU Phase One | 122532019

Your heart fluttered in your chest, breathing slowly and silently in a cramped small space, tucking your legs close to your chest in an attempt to shrink into a ball.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," cooed the smooth voice, his boots slowly trekking through the commercial kitchen. You dared not peek from your hiding spot, eyeing the warped reflection of his body against the silver surfaces of the cabinetry. Not much has changed, except for those gnarled, tattered wings that draped along the floor behind him.

"Oh come on Pidge. This game is getting old," he purred, his wings fluttering violently against the tables, shuddering the cutlery with a brutish clang. Your shoulders hitched from the sound, clasping your hands around your mouth to keep your breath still. As long as you breathed quietly, he may not find you.

Your eyes peered towards the roof of the kitchen, visualizing yourself still in your hiding spot while the map of the kitchen laid before you in a shadowy reflection. There amongst the map, stood Hawks, his eyes still scanning the kitchen while you began to visualize all probabilities available to him and you. Many revealed failed escape attempts, a few highlighted failure staying where you were; with each probable outcome, the hope of escape was extremely slim.

His boots scuffed before you, still hiding in that tiny hole between the tables. He stopped where he stood, turning every once in a while to survey the empty commercial kitchen, twirling a bright rouge feather in his fingers. He stared at the tiny down, smirking at its colour and vibrancy.

"Smart of you to leave this behind Pidge. You've caught on real quick," he mused while the feather floated in his palm, still attached to its necklace. "But a promise is a promise, and I'm here to return it back to you."

You stared back at the ceiling, ignoring his legs to find that your chances were slipping away with each passing breath. Would he walk by? Or would he find you? You knew he knew better. It all came down to tactical strategy and advantage. He would play his Bishop, which left you with-

"Found you Pidge!"

You kicked into his face as hard as your legs could spring from your hiding spot, catching him off guard briefly before you leapt out and ran for the exit. Your Knight had to take the place of a pawn, leaving you some breathing space to escape. You slammed into the swinging double doors, running down the hall towards the lobby where you had three choices. Exit the building, find your way to the underground garage, or call for help from the reception. You had to keep yourself six steps ahead and find your pawns to halt his advance. The numbers ran through your head, the percentages of success depending on Hawks' recovery and his speed. Getting out would mean a great advantage to the Flying Hero, calling for help was an outlying choice dependent on who would receive your call and for how long. Out of all of your choices, the quickest to give you some time was the underground garage.

Your feet echoed in the dark and empty lobby, only lit by the moonlight through the large windows that revealed the illuminated street lights of the city. Your eyes darted between the elevator or the stairs. Which one would give you more time?

A slam of the doors echoed from behind, revealing Hawks soaring through the hall before he emerged into the lobby, floating above the expanse of the room with his eyes darting everywhere. His blind left eye was of no use, relying so much on his only functioning eye to spot the lights of the elevator illuminate, sending the box to the lobby floor. He floated towards the ground until a sliver of light caught his eye, catching the fire emergency door slowly and hauntingly close. A smirk crawled on his lips before his feet landed on the floor, fluttering his wings from the strain. He stared at the door, contemplating his own choices before he entered through it, taking the flight of stairs down.

The lobby fell silent again, except for the ding of the elevator's door opening absently on the floor. You slowly peeked your head from the reception desk, having hidden under it for the time Hawks had witnessed his available choices. He had an advantage on you in the long run if you had continued to run, exerting all your energy into escaping with the likelihood of Hawks catching up to you. Bluffing was your only option to give you some time.

With Hawks having taken the bait, you carefully collected the phone from the desk, taking the machine under with you. You didn't want to take any chances of Hawks realizing any movement from above now at this stage of the game.

Dialing a set of numbers, you were met with a familiar dial tone, shrinking yourself into a ball with the reception phone in your lap. Your breath was still again, inhaling slowly and exhaling quietly.

"If I show you, then I know you won't tell what I said," spoke a young voice on the line, the gruffness lining his irritation.

"Cause two can keep a secret, if one of them is dead," you answered in a low whisper, still with a quiet breath.

"Hey, where are you?" Asked the voice laced with worry and surprise despite that gruff undertone.

"The old Commission building," you whispered.

"This whole time?"

"Hawks is here too," you continued, eyeing the ceiling once more. "Look, I don't know how long I have left hiding here until he realizes my bluff. What's the status over there?"

"We're on standby. Things are out of control. We've lost our lead investigator for... Deku." The voice strained when it uttered the name, hearing the disdain and the hurt.

"I'm sorry Izumi," you spoke, eyeing your probable outcomes along the tall ceiling of the lobby, eyeing your chances of escape growing slimingly thin.

"Anyway, our insider is still on the case about Todoroki, and we've informed them to advise others out in the field," continued Kota.

"How is Eri?"

"Fine."

You still controlled your breathing, forcing your reaction to his abrupt reply down into the pit of your stomach. He had always been protective of Eri. Not at first, but when the world flipped on its head, it became his purpose. You smiled inwardly at the thought, lucky to find upcoming Heroes in the making in these darker times.

"We can get to you-"

"No," you interrupted. "This is Riot Territory. I don't want you to run in head first while Red Riot is roaming about."

"Then, what do you want us to do?"

Your eyes darted with every outcome that played out on the ceiling above, the shadowy reflection revealing all possibilities with varying levels of failure. In the end, your heart sank. You've reached the endgame phase with only two options left - both zugzwang.

"Hey, are you listening?" spoke Izumi, his voice anxious. "We can't let them have you!"

"I'm sorry Izumi," you whispered, halting the quiet breaths you forced yourself to breathe. "You need to look after Eri. She's going to have to make a big decision soon."

"No, no, no, don't you dare make that decision," he retorted. "It's not yours to make!"

"Make sure the Shimanos are present as well. Eri trusts Katsuma just as much she does with you," you suggested while you slowly stood to your feet from under the desk.

"Stop talking like we're going ahead with that decision. I hated the fact that dumbass even thought of the plan. We are not going ahead with that plan."

You smiled at his irate response, while you placed the phone on the reception desk, now out of hiding. The lobby was silent except for the echo of your voice filling the room, breathing freely from your practiced silent breaths earlier during the night.

"Izumi-"

"We need you back here! We've lost too much now, we can't lose anymore!" His voice echoed through the earpiece, adding an echo in the lobby while you smiled at his reply.

"Then win," you replied calmly. "Win the fight where we couldn't."

You immediately ended the call, slamming the phone into the desk before the rush of air slammed through the emergency doors. Feathers circled around you, grabbing hold of your clothes and carrying you inches from the floor. Hawks entered the lobby, his now featherless wings bearing the scarred tissue left behind from his injuries years ago. His eyes stared into yours, grabbing hold of your chin to force your gaze into his.

"Thought you could outsmart me Pidge?" He queried with a teasing grin. "You almost had me."

"Almost," you emphasized. "I still had you going."

"Yes, but you can't rely on your bluffs forever. Like I said, your games are getting old." His lips closed in on yours, feeling his breath wash over the skin. He was teasing now. You couldn't tell what your body felt - disgusted, revolted, or was that old flame being ignited again, even if it were a glimpse into what he used to be before his mind went mad.

"So, are you going to tell me who you were talking to?" He asked, catching you off guard. "I could be jealous if you gave me the reason why."

You swallowed, raking through your mind on your response. You didn't account for him eavesdropping the breath of your last words on the phone call. Thankfully, he wouldn't have been able to discern the words you spoke, but lying about the phone call wasn't an option.

Hawks was only met with a silent tongue.

"Aw Pidge, we shouldn't be keeping secrets from each other. Trust goes both ways, am I right?" He cooed with a grin. "How about this? You don't have to tell me anything, but I'm going to have to take you with me to a friend of ours for a while. Seems you're not fond of going down memory lane with me here."

His statement was laughable, but to an extent, he was reaching. After he had captured you yesterday, he had brought you to this decrepit building only to relive memories of what once was. It was a day of cat and mouse, one that went astray after your original game plan had shifted drastically. You opened with a King's Gambit by feeding into his plot, offering yourself for capture to make it seem that he had succeeded. However, throughout the day. He had thwarted most of your available moves and outcomes. You read him like a book, but so did he.

With a tug of his feathers, you were pulled towards the front doors, followed by Hawks who kept his steely gaze on you. Perhaps there was a way out from this, you thought, eyeing the outside street lights from your peripherals. You contemplated the notion of what very little options you had left, until you spotted Hawks pull a small bottle from his person, dowsing a cloth in what substance it contained.

Immediately, he shoved the cloth into your face, covering your nose and mouth that filled with a sweet and nutty scent. You struggled recognizing that smell, pulling at the small tugs of Hawks' feathers before your limbs felt limp.

"Now, relax Pidge," reassured Hawks through your drowsiness. "I'll make sure you're comfortable when you wake up."

That sweet scent was the last you recalled before your eyes fluttered shut, your head feeling light from the dizziness. Of course, it was chloroform.

Knocked out and comatose, you dangled from Hawks' feathers before they gently released you into his arms, each one returning to his back while he hissed in pain. His Quirk felt like a nuisance now, each use of it always a burden on his body. His painful cries echoed in the lobby, leaving his wings limp while they dragged along the floor.

"You'll be in safe-keeping Pidge," he remarked, straining his back to lift his wings, spreading them ready for take-off. With a push, his wings lifted himself from the ground with you in his arms, flying into the night sky while he made his way across Musatafu. He aimed towards the salty breeze, finding his way to Endor Docks for another well-deserved appointment.

[amane-by-together]

Hanafuda || Amane Yugi

(Part 4 of 10)

genre: fluff, school, slice of life, modern au (where all wonders live)

warning: cursing

summary: amane yugi spends his school days skipping classes until he meets [name] [surname], a student from the other class, who was also skipping classes and eventually the two of them formed a platonic friendship. cutting classes and playing hanafuda together strengthens their friendship but soon unexpected feelings blossom between the two.

“I don't know how I will face her...” Amane was wiping one of the tables in the cafe he's working in. It's a donut cafe, no wonder why he chose that. “Is [name]-san mad at me?”

The two teens decided to take the whole class out of awkwardness. “Yo, Yugi-san!” one of his seniors playfully smacked his back. “You've been sputtering nonsense while blushing, you okay lil bud?”

“It's no big deal Senpai.” Amane sheepishly laughs, rubbing the back of his neck with imaginary flowers surrounding him. Akaji is Amane's senior who is in college and probably the only person he could talk to in the cafe.

“Hm.” Akaji took a seat and skeptically looked at Amane. “My gut instincts told me you're having girl problems.”

“S-Senpai!” Amane swatted his hand while chuckling nervously. Currently, he's having problems wondering what was [name]'s reaction when he tried to kiss her.

Akaji grinned, putting his legs on top of the table as he crossed his arms. “Girl problems then, I knew this day would come—ow?!”

“Ah, Good evening! Matsubara-senpai!” Amane bowed when the sky blue-haired girl whacked the back of Akaji's head.

“Good evening to you too, Yugi-kouhai.” Matsubara greeted him back in a stern tone. Akaji rubbed the back of his head and gave the female a sour look. “You should set a better example towards your juniors, Houta!” she scolded.

“I was about to tell him some advice, Kanon.” Akaji deadpanned. Matsubara was Akaji's childhood friend, they're both in college but they go to different schools. “Looks like Yugi-san has a crush on someone from his school.”

“So what if I do?” Amane retorted back.

“Stop it.” Matsubara gave Akaji a cold glare to prevent him from teasing Amane even further. “It's normal to have a crush on someone from school, besides we've been through that phase.”

Amane slumped his shoulders while pouting slightly. Asking advice from his seniors from work is a handful, Akaji is someone who would give bad but useful advice while Matsubara, being a calm and collected woman, is the one telling them whether you should follow his ways. “I do have a crush on someone from school...”

“But I may have made things awkward between us.”

“What did you do though?” Akaji asks.

“I almost kissed her...” Amane mumbled which Matsubara and Akaji heard him. Akaji lets out a small snicker, earning a pinch from his childhood friend. “So I decided to go to class without saying a word to her.”

“I think she hates me now.” Amane covered his face. Matsubara stayed behind the counter as a cashier. Akaji stood up to stretch his arms. Amane pulled out his phone to check out the time. It was already 6:17 pm.

“Who's that on your wallpaper?” Akaji places his arm on top of Amane's head while looking at his phone.

“Akaji-senpai!” Amane hid his phone from the redhead quickly. Akaji snickered mischievously at his embarrassed junior. Akaji is like that one friend who had polished nails and hoops who knows all sorts of tea. “I-It's none of your business—”

“Houta!” Akaji flinched at the blue-haired girl's voice coming from the counter. “Give the kid some personal space!”

“Isn't Yugi like 16?”

“Guys, guys, cut it off.” Amane prevents them from bickering by raising his left hand like a cop. Sometimes you would think that Amane is the mature one in the trio yet he was dubbed as childish from [name]. “We don't want customers to think that the two of you aren't working together.”

Amane adjusts his apron wrapped around his hips. He brushes his choppy locks between his fingers while licking his lips. The door opened with a ringing of the small bell. “Welcome—[name]-san?!”

[name] entered the cafe with eyes of bewilderment as her eyes landed on Amane. She was wearing an unzipped oversized hoodie, a tucked-in white shirt, and a denim skirt. “E-Eh? A-Amane-kun?!” she stammered.

Her little brother, who's in grade school, was standing next to her. “Neechan?” Jiro asked, looking up to his big sister. The siblings sat at a table near the counter. Amane couldn't look at [name] in the eye without blushing.

“So you work here, Amane-kun?” [name] asked in a slightly teasing tone. Amane averted his gaze while holding the notepad, waiting for [name]'s order. “Not gonna lie, your outfit suits you.”

“I told you it's embarrassing.”

“I said it's not, you're pretty handsome Amane-kun.” [name] convinces him otherwise. Amane's heart skipped a beat and wrote down [name]'s order. “You know, I almost cried recently...”

“Why did you cry?” Amane worryingly asks [name] until he realizes why. He went to the bathroom and never came back to the rooftop since he decided to take classes to avoid her. He didn't mean to do it, it's just that he's too flustered. “Wanna sort things out privately?”

“That sounded like a booty call to me—”

“Houta, you ass!” Matsubara pulled on to Akaji's ear, pinching it painfully. “There's a kid!”

[name] nodded slowly in Amane's direction. She told Jiro that she needed to sort things out with Amane so that they could go back to being best friends again. The two of them went to the locker room. “I'm sorry,” Amane apologizes. “I didn't come back, it was an accident I swear—”

“I thought you hate me or something...” [name] started to tear up. Amane died a little inside because of how precious she is, like, you just gotta protect [name].

“No, no.” Amane cupped her cheeks while smiling fondly at [name]. “I will never hate you, [name]-san.”

“Really?” [name] asked while placing her palms on top of Amane's warm hands. Amane hummed in response, he doesn't hate [name], how could he hate her if she keeps making him fall for her even more?

“You're too cute, I swear to god~” Amane nuzzled his nose against [name]'s, eliciting a blissful giggle from the female. “By the way, I'm still sorry about before I invaded your personal space.”

“It's fine.” [name]'s face lit up with happiness with a warm blush enveloping on her mochi cheeks. “You can be affectionate and clingy around me. I felt really warm when you gave me that hug.”

“Then, will a kiss on the cheek suffice~?”

“I'll just hug you—” Amane interrupts her by pressing a kiss on her cheek. [name] froze yet she was warm. Amane chuckled at her reaction, so he gave her a closed eye grin.

“They say kisses heal a burn so your whole face is burning, can't help it~” He says at her blushing state, then he lightly pinches her cheek. “Cute~”

“Okay, okay, that's enough—” [name] pried his hand off her cheek. Amane obliged and pulled his hand away. “So we're good now?”

“Always~!” Amane dusted off his apron. “I gotta go work now or Akaji-senpai will get the wrong idea if we take too long.”

Amane turned around to leave the locker room. [name] twiddled her fingers while smiling. “You know, it would have been better if you continued it...” she mumbled.

“Hm?” He turned his head back to [name]'s direction. Amane was sure she had said something but he couldn't make out what he had heard. “Were you saying something?”

“Nothing.” [name] flails her hands with a quick smile to reassure him that it wasn't a big deal. Amane sighed in relief and headed out first as [name] followed.

“Neechan!” Jiro waved his french fries to get [name]'s attention. Her eyes brightened as she immediately went over to her little brother. “I watched your milk tea and donuts by the way.”

“Thanks, kid.” [name] ruffled his hair and sat back down to her seat as she grabbed her milk tea with pearls. “Sorry I took longer, I had to sort things out with Amane-kun.”

“Is he your boyfriend Neechan?”

[name] choked on the pearl when Jiro asked if Amane was her boyfriend. “J-Jiro—!” she scolded between coughs. “Why so sudden?”

“Here, have some fries Oneechan.” Jiro offered her some of his fries. Amane chuckled at their dynamic, to think that [name] was also an older sibling is admirable.

“He's your younger brother?” Amane grabbed a chair and sat in front of their table.

“Yeah,” [name] replied. “Jiro [surname], he's 5th grade.”

“Nii-chan, want some?” Jiro handed Amane a donut. Amane quickly thanked the little boy and received the donut, munching it gratefully. “Ah, Oneechan! A classmate of mine is gonna come over tomorrow!”

“Ne, Amane-kun.”

“Hm?”

“When's your shift over?” [name] asked.

“Later at 7:00 pm, why?” Amane questioned her back.

“I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my house...”

Amane choked internally. He looked at [name] in pure disbelief, shakily pointing a finger at her. “You want me to come over?” he asked.

“I hope you don't mind, it's okay if you decline of course.” [name] swats her hands in front of Amane. “You're probably busy after this.”

“Maybe some other time, [name].” Amane answers, it made [name] a little bit sad but it's fine nonetheless. Amane felt kind of bad for declining her request of coming over. He has his own life too, like taking care of his brother or doing the housework. But then an idea came to mind. “I'll walk you two home instead.”

“Is that okay for you, though?��

“I don't want you to go alone at night, it might be dangerous.” Amane insists. [name] nodded and sipped on her milk tea slowly. He slowly averted his gaze with a small blush on his face. “And I can't afford to lose you...” he murmured.

[name]’s cheeks warmed at his sudden words. She glances away from the amber-eyed boy and continues to sip on her milk tea to compose herself before she can face him again. Amane shyly stares at [name]. He lets out an exaggerated sigh, thinking to himself that he was crushing so damn hard on [name].

Amane pulls out his phone from the pocket of his apron. “Ah, [name]-san,” The amber-eyed boy looked at the time. “My shift is finished, come on, let's get you two home.”

“We'll wait for you outside.” [name] stands up from the table along with her little brother. Amane cleaned up the table with a stupid in loved smile upon his strikingly perfect visuals.

Akaji rests his elbow on top of Amane's choppy hair. “So, that's your crush?” he asked with a teasing tone. Amane blushes and pried his senior's arm off his head. “It's amusing seeing you being in love~”

“Then what if she is my crush?” Amane glared at him as his whole face was heating up like crazy. He let out a small 'hmph' from his lips and headed over to the locker room.

[name] was waiting outside, carrying her brother's school bag while humming. Amane got out of the cafe and tiredly smiled at her. “Sorry if I take too long.”

“No worries.” [name] reassured the boy. “Come on, let's go.”

The three started to walk together in the night. Amane side-eyed the female next to him and his amber eyes trailed down to her hand. ‘Am I in love with [name]?’

Amane subtly wrapped his pinky finger around [name]'s while looking away. ‘Amane what the actual crumbs are you doing—? Should I pull away—?’

[name] clasps his gentle hand, her face warms along with her ears. The two teens averted their glimpses from each other as they continued walking alongside without the knowledge of her little brother. Amane is definitely feeling butterflies in his very own stomach, maybe this isn’t platonic at all since he’s catching feelings.

“Ah, we’re here now,” [name]’s eyes trailed down to his hand that was still interlocked with hers. Amane seems he doesn't want to let go of her gentle hand. “Amane-kun, your hand…”

“Sorry!” The choppy haired boy quickly drew back his hand and scratched his cheek. [name] beckoned her brother to go back inside the apartment just to have an alone time with Amane. Now, the two of them grew silent waiting on who will talk first.

Fate decided, Amane should speak. “No hard feelings?” he winced, shrugging his shoulder like a dork he is. Y/n smiled softly and spread her arms.

“Hug?” she asked. Amane ran in her arms and gave her a big hug, pressing his cheek against hers and squealed a bit as. “Hey Amane-kun?”

“Yeah?” His face warms up.

“I like you.”

Amane pulled away from the hug to look at her while processing what the girl had said. “So I'm going to stay by your side no matter what.” then she swatted her hands to betray her feelings. “Of course I meant it as a friend thing—”

“I like you too, Y/n-san.” He reached over to mess with her hair. “You’re the first girl who ever told me that she liked me, I appreciate that.”

“I gotta go home now,” Amane pats her shoulders and walks away a bit. “I'll be making lunch for us two, so better look forward to it~”

Y/n gave him one last smile. “Always,”

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Ohh, what an excellent answer re: Deanna! But what about John/Deanna? Would Dean being a woman have a difference there? she would probably remind him of Mary; would he treat her more kindly than Sam, in some cases, on the basis of that? (of course, that would also make it oh so wrong on so many levels - on top of the wrongness it already is when we're talking about John/Dean...)

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She didn’t look the same.

There were similarities, of course. The tip and tilt of the eyes, andsomething about the strong turn of her jaw. Mary’s jaw had been strong, and setmore often than not into something stubborn. She looked at him square-on, hisgirl, right in the eye, telling him what she thought and what they should do.It wasn’t defiance, because Mary hadn’t ever thought he was in charge. Theywere equals, through and through, and if they fixed to do something or if theyfought it out or even if they just disagreed, it was done with them bothstanding tall. That jaw, flexed, and her chin high.

Deanna’s not that way. She’s stubborn, sure, and she’s tough. John’s seen tothat. She’ll look a man in the eye, and punch him in the eye too if it comes tothat, a sure right hook that she’ll follow up with whatever dirty trick she hasto. She can strip a gun as fast as John and she’s probably a better shot,though he wouldn’t tell her that. He keeps her on her toes, keeps her sharp. Heneeds her focused, and she is. Probably the best hunter he knows of, man orwoman, and he thinks—he hopes—Mary would be proud, even if he’s sure Marywouldn’t want what’s become of their family with her gone.

But she’s not—she looks at John square, her eyes huge and green (not blue),her long hair swinging over her shoulder (lightest brown, not blonde), but herlips are movie-star full and there are freckles over her nose and when Johnsays sweetheart, she doesn’t smile at him all confident or roll her eyesand push away saying there are dishes to do, or weeds to pull, but instead justflushes up like a rose, her ears going pink and her cheeks red and her chinducking, her shoulders curving, and John can’t forget, ever, that this is hisdaughter, not his wife.

It’s awful. For a hundred reasons, for more than, but that’s what keeps Johnup at night. It’s part of why Sam hates him, he’s pretty sure, even if he knowsSam’s not aware of the full extent of it. John’s mortally certain that, if Samfound out, he’d either disappear on the first bus out of Dodge never to be seenagain, or there’d come some morning when Sam would sneak in while Johnstruggled through whatever passed for sleep that he got now and would slit histhroat, age thirteen or not, and if there is an afterlife, John doesn’t thinkthat even in hell he could blame him for it. John’s done some good, he doesn’tpretend otherwise, but he’s done a lot of bad, too, and this is—the worst, he’ssure, and he doesn’t have an excuse.

If he were better, he thinks sometimes, he’d leave. He could get into thetruck and say he was taking care of some hunt, somewhere, and it was toodangerous to bring the two of them along, and Deanna would frown but shewouldn’t argue, and she’d wave from the door of whatever motel or apartmenthe’d gotten for them, and he’d hold that image of her behind his eyes forwhatever years left that would follow. He can picture it, perfectly. Her hairpulled up into a ponytail, her eyes squinting against the morning. Coffee cupin hand, resting lax against her thigh. She’s kept the family going, and she’ddo fine, better, without him.

But there’s always something. A‌ shadow in the corner of John’s eye; aghoul, pinned under his gun, smiling about the devils lurking in every detail.A‌ demon, in Wichita, with its mouth curving bloody even as John’s got itpinned to a chair, saying and where are those pretty kids of yours, John?,so all he can do is race home, heart in his throat, the truck giving its utmostunder the thinnest carved slice of inconstant moonlight—to get back to a cabin,alone among bare trees, to find the Impala parked safe and quiet, and the lighton in the window, and his girl appearing after a moment behind the glass,rolling her eyes at her little brother, safe. His heart hardly slows, and hesits there in the dark, engine off, watching. He can’t. He can’t, because evenif he brings danger they’re in more danger without him. Even with what he is.Even with what he’s done.

It’s awful, and he has no excuse. There was a fight, he and Mary had—Deannanearly two years old and asleep upstairs, bills coming due, life chafing theway that life did—and he remembers it in weird, sunlit clarity. Mary’s hair hadbeen half-up, in that way she ruefully called messy and that he loved, andshe’d been in bare feet in a thin dress that clung to her, and she’d been tiredbut snapping mad all the same. There’d been a bruise on her arm, which hehadn’t put there; her jaw had been square as a boxer’s. She’d said, excusesare just the thing you say to justify what you did.‌ She was right, andhe’d gone away madder for it. By the time she died he still hadn’t come up withthe right response. Maybe there wasn’t one. He sits in the dark cab of his darktruck, and runs his hand over his face, and feels the week’s worth of notshaving on his jaw, and thinks sweetheart, grieving like he usuallydoesn’t, in no more detail than that.

After a while, the light in the cabin windows dims. Midnight, when he checkshis watch—the kids adhering to their curfew, even if he’s gone. Well, Deannais. Sam’s probably going to read with his flashlight under the blanket untildawn comes or he passes out, whichever’s first, back in the little closet he’sturned into a bedroom. John should go inside. He didn’t bring food, too lit-upby the demon’s hint—that they were too close, that he’d pictured—that he’dthought—and they’ll have to get some cash, in the next few days. Things to do.He doesn’t want to do them.

The door to the cabin opens, and Deanna steps out onto the sagging porch.She’s bare-legged, in the moonlight, though he sees after a second that she’swearing shorts at least, one of his cast-off coats tugged over her shoulders.She looks right at him, even if it’s got to be hard to see. He takes a deepbreath, and doesn’t think about it more. He opens the truck door, and gets out intothe cool autumn night, the wet mulchy ground sinking under his boots. “Heythere, sweetheart,” he says, and it’s quiet but it carries across the clearing,and there’s no way to see it in the moonlight but he knows she’s pinking up,and he watches her chin duck and the little smile tuck into her cheek the wayit always does, and he hates it, hates it, and holds out his hand for her totake.

Her boots are just tugged on, unlaced, silent on the leaf-strewn ground. Herlegs long and white, and the shorts with the frayed hems from where she’ddestroyed some jeans in a werewolf hunt a year or two back, and a baseballshirt with a half-washed-off logo for some band he doesn’t know, and his bigcanvas coat over her shoulders, and her hand with bandaids over three of theknuckles when she slips it into his, and her face still ducked down, and hervoice steady but soft when she says, “Hey, Dad.”

It aches. He tucks her hair behind her ear and feels the heat under herskin. “You good?”‌ he says, and he means all of it but she leans in, looks upat him, licks her lips. He’s seen her play whorish for boys, and for men, andhe’s seen her shift gears into charmingly cute for old guys who want a littleshine of pretty, and he’s seen her, even, with a guy her own age she actuallyliked, grinning and flirty, confident. Never, anywhere else, is she like this.Her lips shine, and her white teeth tug into the bottom one, nervous, and heruns his thumb over her bandaged-up knuckles and says, “Sweetheart,” low andhelpless, except he’s not helpless, except he is.

The truck-bed, folded down for her to sit, and his case of weapons shovedaside. He can’t see the color of her eyes in this light. The metal’s cold andhe shrugs out of his own coat, lays it down, and peels his other coat off hershoulders and chafes her forearms when they appear. “What happened?” he says,quiet, because there’s a bruise on her arm too—memory, jostled—and theknuckles, and now that he’s close a scrape on her jaw, and she shrugs it off,away, says, “Fight at school.” She’ll tell him the truth, later, or Sam will ifhe thinks it’ll get her in trouble—Sam’s in that phase—but all John says fornow is, “Good reason?”

She scoffs, but her teeth catch in her lip again and she only nods,eyelashes cast down, and he thumbs over her jaw, careful of the scrape. Hetouches her knee and it bumps up into the shape of his palm. Eagerness orsurprise, he can’t tell. She isn’t wearing a bra, nipples pebbled hard in thecool air. His hands feel very rough when he’s near her. The callus on his thumbslides over her skin, marbled in the light but so, so warm, and he steps closeand her knees part automatic around his hips. His balls ache. With Marysometimes it was like a fight, push and pull, her giving as good as she got. Hehad to hide marks, sometimes, at the garage. With Deanna—he slips his thumbover her bottom lip and her mouth parts instantly, hot breath rushing over hisskin. Her hands fist in his canvas shirt, her chest rising. He pushes his thumbin, just a little, just enough to catch the soft wet of her tongue, and then hecups her jaw and leans down and kisses her, finally, and groans hard not at thetaste but at how her whole body curves up into his.

A fumble, a rush. Like being a teenager himself again. A‌ week since he washere last, and a week before that when nothing happened—and he doesn’t muchlook to other women, and knows in his gut how sick that is. He slides his handsup her cold thighs, over her hips and up her sides under the shirt, her skinblazing hot there against his cold fingers, and she gasps, clutches at hischest, her knees around his hips. She’s sitting too far back but it gives himroom—he slips a hand over her ribs, up the soft swell of her tit, her nipple sohard against his fingertips the skin feels rough, and just brushing it makesher chest heave, her breath coming gaspy and stuttered against his lips.They’ve got practice being quiet but maybe it’s been too long because she says oh,a complete syllable, and his dick strains against his zipper to hear it.

Jesus, the need in her. How easy it is, to bring it up to the surface. Heskims his hand down her belly and goes right for gold, curving his hand downover her worn-thin shorts, the seam slipping against his palm. She flinches,grips his shoulders. “Dad,”‌ she says, breathless, and it’s like there’sa roaring in his ears, a forest fire burning through the trees on all sides. Hecan’t feel the wet yet but he knows if he had the patience—but just rolling hisfingers has her gulping, flattening her weight against his hand, her hipssquirming, and he—yes, god—yes—“Come on,” he says and he knows it sounds rough,but she understands and nods frantic, pushing back and sliding on her ass upthe truck bed, bringing his coat with her—and he climbs up, standing for asecond above her, seeing her spread out, still clothed but—her eyes are on him,then, her mouth open, and he gets down on his knees and goes for the button onher shorts, gets it open and helps her wriggle them down over her hips,bringing her undies down too—purple cotton, printed with turtles—and he pullsthem down, off along with one boot, and her knees spread and he leans down withhis body covering hers from the light and rubs his fingers in her short-trimmedhair and finds the wet seam of her and slips, and then pushes in, just one, andshe’s so hot and tight and clinging that he bites her shoulder through hershirt, even as she grabs his wrist and lifts into it.

God, god. “Fuck,”‌ she breathes, and he gets one knee between hers and pullsout and pushes back in with two, with an audibly wet squishing noise which hasgot to be setting her face on fire—she gets so wet so fast and doesn’tunderstand that it’s the hottest thing in this universe—and he sets his thumbover her clit and works steady, firm, not that it’ll take much. Her thighsspasm and he can’t feel her skin through his jeans but god, if only—and shekeeps her hold on his wrist but doesn’t try to guide him, which is just as wellbecause it’s not as though he needs it, because he knows this body, knows whatit wants, and he knows she’s had boyfriends—has at least gone home with boys,and when very drunk he’s wondered, vicious with himself, if she compares whatshe gets from them to this—if it’s better, two kids fumbling stupid, awkward—ifshe doesn’t get there, if she lays in the dark after the kid’s emptied intosome Planned Parenthood free condom and passed out and she’s throbbing, unsatisfied—ifshe remembers—and he’s kissing her then, soft, pushing his tongue against hersand letting their mouths brush together, her hand clutched into his shirt, andshe comes rippling, her hips curling into his hand, her muscles seizing hardaround his fingers and her nails in his wrist for just the most intense handfulof throbbing seconds before she lets go, her breath sobbing in her chest, herinsides spasming still around the fingers he hasn’t moved.

He lays his cheek against her hair, rubs his thumb over her pubic mound. Twoyears since the first time and still, even with all he thinks about himself,the first thing he feels is this overwhelming sense of protectiveness. Shepants, clutches her thighs around his hand and his leg, muscles twitching, and hekisses her forehead, her cheek. He shifts his wrist and his fingers glide likethrough silk, his knuckles slipping together, and—sometimes he’d slip down,shoulder her legs apart and do his best, and there’ve been times that was it,that he’d brought her there shuddering three times, five, and then pushed offand said—wash up, honey, and taken himself away before he could do moredamage.

Tonight, though—with it cold, and her hand still locked into his shirt. Hepulls his fingers out and drags them flat over the whole messy swale betweenher legs, from her so-sensitive clit to her vagina and past, sliding smooth,until his fingertip curls against the rim of her asshole. He looks her full inthe face and she blinks at him in a wave of clear moonlight, lips bitten andwet, and he thinks, he could. He could, and she wouldn’t stop him, and she’dlike it after a while—and maybe want it, too, and tip her ass up for it thesame way she’ll spread and offer her pussy, bright red and eager to please, andhe groans and says, entirely without input from his brain, “You’re killing me,”and her face does something he doesn’t understand but it’s—he has to be in her,he has to, and he kneels up between her legs and undoes his belt, his button,his zip, and she scoots up, seeing, spreads wider, lifts on an elbow andreaches down, and his dick practically leaps straight out when he shoves hisjeans down his hips, his ass bare to the night sky, but—god—her hand, knowing,and he picks up her thigh and leans in, lets her guide because he always has,always, even that first time when they really were both drunk and frightenedand she’d shushed him saying dad, come on—it’s okay—and thistime’s just like that time in how she presses him up in the wrong place atfirst, too high, and drags his cockhead down between the lips to home and holdshim there for an unbearable second before she presses, in, and he takesover and pushes, steady, hilting up inside with her making that same breathlesshigh noise in her chest, her thigh clutching over his hip, the heatunimaginable, fuck, fuck, Mary.

No—

“Oh, fuck,” she says again, and he’s reoriented, and fucks in quick andsharp without fully meaning to. She groans then, deep, deeper, and he slides ahand under her shirt to tweak her nipple, gripping her tit in a rough palm,fucking forward, bringing her hips with his. The truck rocks, counter to theirrhythm, and she gets a hand in his hair, grips, says, “D—” but he fucks intoher again before she can say it and she gasps instead, and then he’s fuckingher easy, slipping through her wet and letting her clutch all around him,knowing that he’s making it good, that he’s getting her there, and the worldfading past his back—just the pound of her heart in her throat where he’sburied his face, and the press of her skin, and below where his balls slapagainst her ass and he grinds in deep, forces his pelvis against hers and feelsher thighs start to shake, her hands gripping. She goes off again, his easygirl, and he wants to yank out of her, to shove her on her belly and push inagain—to take her ass—to get her on his lap and play with her clit until she’swrung out and desperate, wanting only to sleep—to get her to say, at last—no,Dad, no—stop—but she doesn’t, and he doesn’t, and he lifts up and drags hischeek against hers and gets a hand under her ass to tilt her into just theposition he wants and drills her hard, not trying to get her off but justwanting to empty himself out—to be done—but she does come again, shocked andsuddenly-loud, clutching around his dick, and he unloads in her only then,stomach coiled and gritting whatever noise he might’ve made into silencebetween his teeth, his hips slamming in two, three more times, his fingersgripped so tight into the meat of her ass that his knuckles hurt, and ache morewhen he finally lets go.

She’s quiet, after. Always is. Their breath slows down only slowly, anddespite the cool air John’s sweating like a pig but she doesn’t push him off,or complain. Her fingers are soft against his neck, light on his side. Hekisses her jaw, obscure apology, and she makes a very soft sound for that, andnone at all when he pulls out, wet following. She’s been on the pill since shewas fifteen but he has a moment, every time, where he thinks—good—andthen the sickness washes in to cover it, and he has to turn his face away. Heturns away now, kneeling up, tugging his jeans into place. She’s a mess belowhim, breathing quietly at the night sky. He glances around, habit, but ofcourse there’s nothing to see. Just the woods, and the dark cabin, and hisgirl.

Her jean-shorts fell down to ground, and both boots too. She’s left in hersocks, bunched around her ankles. He climbs down and says, “C’mere,” and hesees her chest expand on a big breath before she sits up. She wrinkles hernose, slipping a hand between her legs, and his stomach flips, knowing thatit’s him she’s feeling. She just scoots forward, though, and he holds up theshorts and she blinks at him, but presents one foot and then the other, lettinghim slide them up her legs. She missed a little patch in her shaving, on theside of one knee, and he holds his palm over that and leans down and kisses hersoft, her mouth opening plush and giving. Endlessly giving.

“Go on,” he says, when he pulls away. He puts a little smile in it, so asnot to seem cruel. It’d be too cruel, to be cruel now. He picks her up by thehips—he can still pick her up, even with her grown—and she slides her shorts upthe rest of the way, and drops onto her bare feet on the soft wet ground. Hepicks up her boots and hands them to her. “I’ll get this squared away,” hesays. “You go and clean up.”

She’ll need it—wet as they were—and she’ll need to pee, to wash up. Deannanods, and fishes a hairtie out of her pocket, and in an instant her hair’s in amessy bun, heavy at the back of her head. She picks up her boots again, buthesitates, and then leans into his side, not exactly a hug. “Glad you’re home,Dad,” she says, quiet, eyes flashing up, and then walks barefooted across thebig clearing, up the steps. Into the cabin, without looking back.

John drags a hand over his face. There’s spunk on his coat. Where arethose pretty kids of yours, he hears, like it’s echoing across theclearing, and he looks behind himself like a fool, and then up at the moon.“Yeah,” he says, chest sore. When he looks down he sees her panties, floateddown among the leaves. He stoops and picks them up, stuffs them into hispocket, and gets to work. He’s got to clean this up and square it away, andthen get into the house where the broken-spring old couch is waiting to be hisbed, and then—the morning, and Sam wanting to join some club or other, andDeanna making breakfast in the lit-up kitchen, and looking in the paper forsome kind of dark, something that’ll take him away from here again. “Excuses,”he says, to no one, and bites the inside of his cheek. Then he grabs up thecoats, and puts up the tailgate, and heads over to the water pump, to wash.

[blueberryrock]

I'm so tired rn, it is currently 12:49 am so im going to bed after this. But enjoy!

(Blue's pov)

"Are you sure you can handle this?" I look down at the tiny pink gem in front of me.

"Of course, I've seen Pink do it a bunch of times" Spinel gives one of the biggest grins I've ever seen.

"A-and you know what to do? " I ask another question "oh and you know some of the rules....right?" I shift nervously on my sore feet.

"Rules?" Spinel shoots me a confused look "how can a ball have rules?"

"Well, there aren't many, just simple ones" I cross my arms "like for instance, we're not allowed to leave our seats, although White has definitely changed that one.....oh and cannons can't be in the ballroom, or the castle for that matter" I stroke my chin trying to think of any rules.

"Well, liquids are no longer forbidden, cause it turns out that Steven is about seventy percent water...."  I trail off.

"Speaking of steven, is he coming?" Spinel bounces happily in place.

"I think so, he said that he would come with gifts, although I don't exactly know what gifts he could make..since we are quite bigger then him" I shrug.

"Quite?" Spinel crosses her arms.

I chuckle and roll my eyes "you should probably go and get the ball ready, and is there a dress code" I cursorily ask.

"Dress code?" Spinel scratches her head.

"Yeah, like we could dress...I don't know...nicer? Or different at least" I try to explain but Spinel just shrugs.

"That sounds good, I think I will try something new but I don't really know, you can too if you'd like, that goes for Yellow and White too" Spinel turns around "but like you said, I've got work to do" she starts running down the empty hallway we were talking in.

"And if you need any help, you can always call me or Steven, he has thrown at least two balls" I shout after her. I definitely shouldn't tell her that the first ball turned into a disaster, but it wasn't his fault...

A spike of pain washes over me, starting from my feet and quickly ends as soon as it reaches my mid-calf.

I sigh, I should go and sit down, maybe I'll run a bath. Yeah, that sounds nice. I turn around and painfully make my way to my chambers. As soon as the doors close behind me I instantly phase into nothing but a very loose and thin blue shirt and a pair of comfortable panties.

I slowly make my way across my room towards my extraction chambers (which everyone now calls it a bathroom).

I hit the now higher panel and the doors in front of me open, letting the slightly cold air into the room. I shiver when my bare feet touch the freezing tile floor, but I try my best to ignore it and turn on the bath.

As soon as the room becomes filled to the brim with steam. I phase away the rest of my clothes, and carefully lower myself into the warm water.

I let out a relaxed sigh as I finally make contact with the bottom and sit down. This time I accidentally filled the bath with to much water and it's now up to my chin.

I gently place my hand on my big baby bump, ever since I opened up to Yellow, I've been feeling..... better I guess...I'm certainly not one hundred percent a-okay, but I've been feeling happier about the gemlings.

Every now and then I occasionally have a few bad thoughts, but I'm glad that I have Yellow to help me with it, I just can't help but feel like I'm dragging Yellow.

I shake my head trying to get rid of that last thought, I need to think of something else...hmm what should I wear to Spinel's ball?

She didn't really specify if there was going to be a dress code or not. I smile as a wonderful idea comes to mind, I should wear the dress I wore to my first ball! I will have to make some adjustments, I rub my baby bump, man Yellow will love it!

I quickly finish my lovely bath and I wrap a towel around my body and hair. I sit down on my very comfortable stool in front of my vanity, I unwrap my now wet towel from my hair, I dry my soaking wet hair as best as I can with the towel before I instantly remove all the water from it with my powers.

I toss the damp towel onto the floor, but before it actually lands on the ground it phases away.

I grab my new blue hairbrush and I run it through my very tangled hair, I faintly hum some human song. Humming quickly turns into quietly singing.

"From the shell, the song of the sea" I softly sing to myself, I shapeshift my hair to get rid of my loop so I can braid my hair "neither quiet nor calm, searching for love again".

I easily hum the rest of the song as I quickly and effortlessly finish my long braid, I unnecessarily fiddle with the end of my braid, trying to make it not fall apart. I sigh as I throw the end of it over my shoulder, what time is it? I pull up a screen to find that Spinel's ball is in five hours.

I droop onto my vanity and let out another sigh, I should probably finish designing the gemlings little room, but all I need are the colors. If it's going to be anything like that weird vivid dream I had, I should be able to guess the colors correctly.

But alas, I am not a sapphire. The medical pearl did say that the next appointment I'll have should tell us what colors they might be.

I sit straight up and whip around at the sound of my doors opening, I smile when Yellow diamond steps into my room. She turns on my crystal chandelier as she grumbles something to herself.

"I don't understand how you can see so well in the dark" she walks directly towards me and smiles "it's like a new power, and I lovee what you did with your hair your hair"

"Thank you" I grab her hips and pull her closer, I wrap my arms around her and stand up "I wanted to do something new for Spinel's ball, while the braid may not be entirely new, but what I'm planning is...also not entirely new" I quietly giggle "but I know you'll love it"

"You know I'll love anything you'll do, even if you've done it before" Yellow plants a soft kiss on top of my head.

"I know, I know" I release my hold from her and I grab my still open screen "Since you are here, I wanted to show you the nursery design for our gemlings!"

I pull up the blueprints and proudly show her, she grabs the screen and studies each picture for a few seconds before moving onto the next one.

"They look good, but what is the color scheme?" Yellow hands me the screen back.

"I wanted to do the colors of what the gemlings are, but that'll have to wait a couple of days or so" I pull up the time and date again "well, it says the next appointment is actually tomorrow, so the plans will be done quickly"

A sudden rush of fatigue washes over me, I let out a yawn as I dismiss the screen "I think I'm going to take a nap before the ball" I phase into a soft shirt and pants.

I walk around Yellow and head straight for my bed "wake me up at least half a cycle before it starts." I pull all the blankets onto me.

"Noted" Yellow lays down right beside me, I lay down on my back as Yellow messes with my braid, she hums as I flip onto my side, trying to find a good position.

I let out a very long and relaxed sigh as I finally get comfortable, I feel myself drift into slumber as Yellow finishes humming.

"Have a good nap, I'll be back to wake you up" She whispers, I grumble something back to her, but I don't know what it was.

Since I took a nap I surprisingly didn't have a dream, I just fell asleep then bam! Instantly woke up.

"Blue? You said to wake you up now, so I need you to wake up" Yellow shakes me awake.

"Hmmm" I sit up, I wipe the sleep from my eyes, I squint from the light and I turn to the golden diamond next to me.

"Yellow? Mmm, what time is it?" I pull back the very warm covers and shiver slightly as Yellow helps me off of the bed.

"It's about a cycle till the ball, I decided you might need some time to actually wake up" Yellow let's go of me, I let out a groan as I stretch my arms.

"It seems like I did the right thing" Yellow hands me a glass of water.

"Thank you" I croak, I take a few sips of the cold water, I hand her the glass as I yawn.

After a few minutes of Yellow talking to me, making sure I don't fall asleep again, I push her out of the room so I can get ready.

I sit back down on my vanity chair and I fix my messy braid, damn, I knew I should've waited until after I took a nap. But then again, I didn't know that I'd actually take one...

As soon as my braid is done, I stand up and phase off my pajamas and I put on a comfortable pair of matching panties and a bra.

Now, this is the hard part, I have to remember what my dress looked like. It really won't be hard, but it was a very very long time ago.

As soon as remember what the dress I wore for my first ball looks like, I phase it on. I quickly adjust the waist so it's not clinging to my body, but instead it flowing at the bottom.

I turn around to face the mirror, I take a few steps back to see the entire dress.

And it's almost just how I remember it.

The top clings to my form, I had to just the neckline so it ends at the tip of my gem, I kept the long sleeves but moved the end of them just an inch or two back. The color of the entire dress is still blue, but as dark as the night sky, and it still shimmers when I move.

Moving past my waist, I shortened the slit by my leg a lot, so now it goes from my mid-calf to my ankles, which is where the dress stops, I also added the same sized slit on the other side.

This time I finally put on shoes, but they are a simple pair of knee-length boots with a lot of extra padding inside.

I smooth down the front of the dress, I smile as the familiar softness tickles my hands. A familiar chime breaks the silence in my room "come in" I half yell.

I sit back down on my plush stool as the big blue doors open. Steven, Amethyst, Pearl, and Connie walk into my room.

Steven and Pearl laugh at something that Amethyst had probably said, and in Steven's and Connie's hands are some big wrapped items.

As soon as Connie sees me, she accidentally drops the gifts she was carrying and her brown eyes go wide.

I push myself off of the stool and walk over to them "is something wrong" I ask the shocked Connie as I pick up the thing she dropped.

"N-no, nothing is wrong" she shakes her head and smiles "it's just that Steven said that you were at least six months in, but I had no idea you were." I cut her off "Big? Huge?" I smile little.

"Well, no, I was going to say, I had no idea you were so pregnant" she nervously laughs "and your dress looks amazing!"

I slightly blush from the complement. "Well, I am carrying twins" I smile warmly, I gently place my hand on my belly. I examine the nicely wrapped item, it's wrapped in different styles of a human material, which I think is paper and it fits perfectly in my hand. "You guys really didn't need to bring us anything."

"Well, my art teacher had me and my class make stuffed animals" I neatly unwrap all the paper to reveal a very soft, mixed fabric, lion "and I decided to go all out." Connie very proudly says.

I neatly place the paper on my vanity and inspect the toy lion. It has stitched black eyes and a black heart-shaped nose, with a wild rainbow mane and matching tail.

"It may not be the prettiest thing in the world, but I'm pretty sure that bad boy gave me an A+ for the rest of the year" Connie smiles "and it took me a little more than a week to make it, not including the time it took to gather the materials, luckily my mom and dad were there to help me."

I put the adorable lion on my vanity and I grab the gift that Steven was holding, "Man, you do not know how long it took to wrap those, and how much wrapping paper it took" Steven smiles as I once again, neatly take the paper off.

"As I said, you really didn't need to bring us anything, but I really do appreciate it" I happily say, I place all the paper on the vanity with the other paper.

In my hand is a beautiful wooden box with a wind-up on the back, it's a lovely shade of dark green with the diamond insignia top.

"C'mon, wind it up!" Steven excitedly says.

I smile at his lack of patience, I delicately wind up the box, as excitement builds inside me with each crank.

Suddenly the little box makes a strange CLICK sound and a wonderful tune starts playing, I shoot a confused look towards Steven. But he just looks at me with what I think are tearful eyes.

The song ends quickly, Steven sighs "The song is called you are my sunshine, my dad would sing that to me whenever I got scared, I'll teach you the lyrics later, but now we've got a ball to attend!" Steven turns on his heel towards the door.

"I'll be right after you" I call out to him and his friends as they leave. I quickly set the box next to the lion, I take one last glance over my outfit before I turn around and leave.

(At the ball)

I stand in front of familiar ballroom doors, this time I'm not being introduced to gems, this time I'm just going to go in and enjoy the ball without any pressure, what so ever.

I take a deep breath in, hold my head up high, and hit the panel that opens the doors. Music fills up the small hallway I'm standing in, I walk into the very crowded room. I spot Steven and Connie dancing with a multitude of different gems and fusions.

I also see Spinel dancing with Amethyst and a handful of other quartzes, and Pearl talking to Blue and Yellow Pearl. I carefully move towards one of the back corners of the room, once I'm there I look around the room trying to find Yellow, I don't think she's here. I'd would've spotted her by now.

I sadly sigh, guess I'll have to wait for some time. As I wait I eagerly watch the only door that we can fit through, and it hasn't been all bad, a lot of different gems came up to me to say hello and to congratulate me. One gem even brought me a tray of brown and white sweets, which attracted Steven and Connie. They then told me the sweets were called 'chocolate', and I told them I love the really dark ones, which turned out to be dark chocolate.

They did have to take the tray away from me before I ate it all, then the diamond doors opened and I got very excited, but then White Diamond appeared then the doors remained close for quite a while.

She seemed to easily notice my mood and made quickly walked over to me.

"I'm going to assume you're waiting for Yellow?" White rests her back against the wall.

"Well...yeah" I sigh "I wanted to surprise her by putting on the dress from my first ball" when I finished my sentence, White did a double-take on my outfit.

"Oh wow, I didn't even notice" She runs her hand over my covered arm "you still look as beautiful as the day you first put it on"

I blush from the compliment "look, this time I actually put on shoes!" I lift my dress and flaunt my boots.

White laughs "they're not the heels that go with the dress, but those are pretty close".

I let go of my dress "I don't understand how you and Yellow can wear something with heels, I'd trip in them very easily"

"Which is why I let you go barefoot" White smiles warmly.

I smile back. "Anyways, I've really only came to the ball to say hello to every, so after that, I'm probably going to leave" I nod as White pushes herself off of the wall and heads towards Steven and his friends.

I sigh and rest my head against the hard stone wall. I continue to watch the door until Yellow diamond finally walks through it. Happiness builds inside of me as she spots me.

She carefully makes her way across the very crowded ballroom floor, I frown as I notice a few sparks dance across her shoulders and chest.

She finally stops in front of me and sighs "I'm sorry for being so late, as soon as you pushed me out of your room a topaz said there was an emergency, so I had to deal with that, then I got a reminder that the ball has started so I quickly polished my armor and...wait..." Yellow takes a step away from me. A big smile creeps on to my face.

"Is that?" Yellow looks me up and down.

"In fact it is! I did have to make a few adjustments to the dress, but I kept it pretty much the same" I wrap my arms around Yellow, she does the same, she gives me a short but passionate kiss on the lips before she pulls away and leads me towards where everyone is dancing. "C'mon, let's join them."

"Okay, but only for a little bit" I grab her hand and wrap my arm and she twirls me.

We continue to dance for some time before I start to feel sick from all the chocolates, so we say goodbye and thank you to everyone before Yellow whisks me away to my room, where I then have a 'stomach ache' for a few hours.

I painfully groan into my plush pillow, Yellow lovingly rubs my aching pregnant belly.

"Just try to sleep" Yellow kisses my neck.

"C-can't.. hurts too much" I whimper.

"Steven said it'll go away soon, just sleep it off" Yellow slows down, she rubs slow soothing circles.

Unfortunately, her touch is very soothing, I can feel myself growing tired every second.

I let out a long yawn which turns into another groan "mmmm fine, I'll try to sleep, but I'm telling you it's not going to work" I grumble. I tightly close my eyes, trying to get my self to fall asleep.

It eventually works when I finally relax and mumble good night.

"Good night Blue" Yellow places a kiss on my head before I quickly pass out.

Splish

Splash

Sploosh

I'm going to bed, gn

[lovelyplayground]

Trust me, you'll come back here, Venus. And if you don't, I'll just drag you here, I guess.

We laughed together while I cleaned her body, a hot towel wiping our juices off her thighs. 

Until she started talking about her life, and this guy named Ken. He seemed like a fucker to me, and listening carefully, nodding when things reasonnated inside me, I looked at her, seeing how years we're slowly forming in her eyes.

So. Your father acts like a bastard with me only because of that huh? I do understand how protective he is, I swear I do. But I'm nothing like this Ken you're talking about. I'm an honest man. I'm rude and rough around the edges I have to admit. But I would never use people the way this guy did - and still probably is-. Show me a picture of this guy and I swear to god the day I'll see him will be his last on earth.

And then, Venus showed me her phone, the photograph representing her, younger, and a guy that seemed too familiar to me.

Hirosho… I didn't know what to say anymore. I was confused and lost, but mostly angry at myself. I did research on each of my employees, to make sure no one held bad intentions. And him, who was my right hand man, was posing in the picture, an arm wrapped around Venus's waist.

Is it him? You sure? She nodded through the tears, making me grit my teeth together.

Well then, I have bad news and good news for you, kitten. The bad one is that I know this man very well. The good one is that I know exactly where he is right now.

Her eyes widened at my words, and I smiled darkly. 

But before anything, I have to ask you. Do you like revenge? Do you wanna avenge yourself and your father for what this guy did?

I was dumbfounded, I really was. But the maths worked. He entered my firm not a long time after the apparent break up with Venus. He didn't seem sketchy to me, and his file was pure of criminal records. But I got blind. He probably tried his luck with me after realising he couldn't with Venus and her father. But who did he think he was? Hell, who did he think I was?

But as I loved to say, two could play the game. 

Let's go for a small ride, yeah? I'm thirsty for blood, kitten.

-Toji F.

How does he know where he is? How is that even possible? Questions were swarming my mind but I couldn’t come to voice them. His question took me off guard but I couldn’t help but smile at them. I’ve always thought about getting my revenge, he played me for a fool and I never got to say anything back to him. I wiped my eyes of the tears that unknowingly spilled and nodded

Let’s go, I need to get my final say in the matter with him but how do you know him?

I was shocked to say the least but I can’t put it past him to do something like that. He probably wanted to use Toji for the same reason he used me and my father. It would be a relief to know that he would be put to an end and death wasn’t foreign to me. The first man I saw get killed was when I was 7, it didn’t phase me much, not like my brother and mother but I guess that’s why I stood with my father all this time.

I moved and dangled my legs off the bed before getting up and almost immediately toppling over on the bed, he laughed at me and I couldn’t help but join him

Well since you did this to me can you help me up daddy?

I smiled at him when he helped me sit back on the bed and practically dressed me like I was a child. I thanked him lowly and felt the embarrassment kick in, which was pretty late considering what we just did. He gave me slippers to borrow and I moved to cling onto him once he was dressed and walked out with him. Once we were met with the steps he lifted me up making me yelp and burst out in laughter. As we reached the foot of the steps he put me on my feet and I walked with a limp, when we reached the door I looked up at him

Why are you doing this?