#but i need several days to recover from that preferably in my comfy room alone

[milk-lover]

Ohhh my gosh my parents are so exhausting. I love them but goddamn i just want to sleep for 100 years. This was day 2 of Family Time we have Brunch in less than 10 hours I am going to Die

[reader-no-danna]

character(s): amai mask/sweet mask/handsome kamen

request: @fijiflower “Amai Mask learns how to do his black s/o's hair as soon as he starts getting comfy with them. It's like a bonding activity for them. (Also, if he NEVER hires a stylist that can't do black hair, no matter how good they are. That's a crime in his eyes.)”

synopsis: amai’s career has prevented him from spending time with his black s/o. so when he finds out that they plan to twist their hair for a special occasion, what better way to make amends than to help them?

fandom: one punch man

warnings: none!

a/n: i decided to make this a one-shot. i had a reallyyy good time writing this... thanks for making me simp for amai, yet again 🤧 and yes, stylists not knowing how to manage black hair is a crime 🙄 i hope you enjoy!!

the room was filled with the aroma of shea butter and natural oils. Several products had been strewn across the bathroom sinks countertop, some opened, more regrettably untouched. you were lounging comfortably in a small, plush sofa chair that had been placed in the room especially for you. and behind you, busying himself with the task of managing your hair for the day, was amai mask.

the two of you had been together for a month now. and while dating the famous hero had numerous perks, you had also come to realize its downsides. with his demanding career as a hero, and his even more demanding career as an entertainer, he couldn’t spend as much time as he wanted with you.

for the longest time, your communication was limited to texts and yearnful phone calls, only late at night when he arrived home after a busy day would he find you half asleep in your condo, slipping into the sheets beside you and whispering quietly so as not to rouse you.

today, however, was a special occasion.

he hadn’t been oblivious to your actions for the past month. surprisingly enough, he had been very observant of you since you began dating. he took notice of the frequent trips you made to your favorite beauty supply stores, reluctantly using the credit card he’d gifted to you to purchase products for your well kept hair. thanks to the receipts, he was able to make note of all the leave ins and creams you preferred, and he’d even developed a fair idea of your hair regimen.

so yesterday night, when you had told him of your plans to do twists on your hair, he was ready. it was atypical for him to refuse a booking for his numerous talk shows, but he’d canceled his plans to appear on them the entire weekend. today, he decided, would be best spent helping you. and tomorrow, he’d treat you to the best restaurant in the city, one only he and a few select others had permissions to.

it was long overdue, and he was looking forward to talking to you as he worked. of course, he hadn’t anticipated its difficulty.

he was sectioning your hair as you instructed, marveling at its thickness. he could tell your hair was healthy, despite its length. “just because hair is short doesn’t necessarily mean it’s unhealthy.” you had said once. he now understood what you meant.

you winced slightly as he tugged a little too hard on some strands. “my apologies, y/n!”

“no, no, it’s alright,” you said with a slight smirk, watching him work through the mirror. amai had always been overconfident, and to be frank, a little conceited. it was actually amusing watching him work with your hair, his brow knit in frustration, his eyes narrowing slightly as deeply concentrated on the task at hand.

you’d had to guide him through the entire process, telling him which product he was supposed to apply and when. he had been surprisingly patient, a stark contrast to his normal irritability around most people, spare you. but you could still tell it frustrated him. “i don’t know how you do it… wouldn’t it be better if you just left it alone for a while?”

“that’s what braids are for. now use the mousse you bought for me,” you felt his hands pause. “i… thought that’s what i was already using?” “what? amai, no- that was the leave in- nevermind…” you laughed as his face flushed red with embarrassment. “oh, don’t feel bad about it. my hair just needs more product than yours,”

he nodded slightly, but you could tell he didn’t fully understand. you thought to yourself for a bit, trying to word it in a way that he would get. “here, think of it this way. you take good care of your hair, right?” he opened his mouth to respond before you spoke again. “-don’t answer that, i know you do… you typically just wash your hair in the shower and then moisturize it and it’s all good, right? well it’s different for me,”

“i wash mine less often, otherwise it’ll be too dry. and there’s a process to moisturizing it that helps lock in that moisture, you know?” you eyed the mirror to see amai nodding slowly. he was picking up where he’d left off, on the last section of your scalp that had yet to be conditioned, after spritzing it with water, he gently applied the conditioner to your hair, careful to separate the strands delicately and detangle them with his lithe fingers. “so the water and leave-in is just to ensure the hair is hydrated, yes?”

“right! usually, that’s enough, but i wanted to twist it out for our date tomorrow…”

“...so we’re using the mousse.” he finished for you. you beamed at him in response and he knew he’d gotten it right. he gave a little sigh of relief, he’d finally understood something at least. “i see… it looks like won’t be long until i’m fully equipped to style your hair,” he mused. you gave him a look through the mirror, noticing the smirk on his face. “...i wouldn’t bet on that, amai.” you replied with a laugh.

the two of you spent the rest of the time talking animatedly. you could feel the previous distance between the two of you dissipate as he worked through your mane. amai had forgotten to comb your hair from the ends first at a point, yanking on the root with the comb. you elbowed him in the side as he laughed out his apologies.

you explained how he was supposed to apply the curl definition mousse, lifting one hand to pantomime the way you normally twisted your hair. he nodded as if he fully understood before making a few limp, uneven, and honestly saddening twists. “put your hand down, y/n,” he said when you tried to help him. “i want to figure it out for myself…”

it wasn’t long until he’d gotten the hand of the twists. and he worked fast, too. soon enough, he’d finished. “how… how do they look? not too bad, i hope?” he glanced at your face, trying to discern how you felt about the hair. your eyes flickered with amusement. was he… nervous?

“these look good! not bad at all for your first time,” you replied truthfully. amai simply smiled in response, and you were surprised yet again that he hadn’t basked in the compliment like he usually did. “oh! hold on just a minute,” he shuffled through his pockets before pulling out his phone. you covered you face, clearly embarrassed as he flipped through the apps before opening the camera.

“come on, y/n, my darling, just a few pictures? i won’t share them if you don’t want me to,” your face was heated with embarrassment as you laughed, your head bobbing in a nod. amai clicked away as you recovered, giving him a smile for the last few shots.

“these last ones look beautiful. i’ll share them with my stylist. if she sees what i was able to do, then there’s really no excuse for her not to learn how to manage hair like yours too.”

“and what about the others? sorry, i was laughing too much... i hate getting my picture taken. you can delete those,” you finally turned around in your chair to face him completely. his eyes met yours as he flashed a grin at you.

“i think i’ll keep them.”

[krypteretnetwork]

Camp NanoWrimo April 2021: Day 7

Word count: 989 (8140 total)

    “I…” said Alleos softly as her gaze wandered around the room. While it was very comfy and very her in a sense, it sure as hell wasn’t the room she remembered- also known as, her slightly more comfy room back in Iceland. Again, Finland tried to get her to lay down, but she found herself resisting.

    “Alleos… what’s wrong? Have the numbers not yet fully restored?” And to think he had been concerned before, now he was seriously concerned.

    “The network…” she muttered, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Then, despite the Finn’s protests, she made her way to the networking room, pretty much dragging herself along in her exhausted, recovering state. She wasted no time in signing into the client computer, which thankfully used the same password as the client in Iceland had. Then, she started scrolling and clicking through things, and as soon as she saw it, her heart sank.

    “This is… these are Finnish addresses… the entire domain is Finnish…”

    As she stared at the computer in shock and confusion, Finland finally stepped in. “Muru, is everything okay…? I understand there was just an issue with the network, but you’re acting very unusual… come back to bed, Swe will be up with some food soon.”

    But the micronation continued to stare at the computer screen blankly. Finally, Finland chose to step in, gently placing the computer back in its spot before ushering Alleos back to bed where he placed her tablet and got her cozy. Or, at least, as cozy as she would even allow him to get her.

~~~

    “Please, muru, you need to eat something, at least…” pleaded the Finn, but his words seemingly fell to deaf ears as Alleos did nothing other than stare at the tray of food that rested on her lap. It was a simple meal, prepared by Sweden, who sat down next to Finland on the side of the bed. It consisted of some soup, a cinnamon roll, and a cup of coffee.

    Pushing up his glasses, Sweden looked over to the micronation. His navy blue eyes narrowed as he just observed her. Similarly to Finland, he knew that something was off, but he just… didn’t know what that something was. Normally, she’d be excited to see either of them.

    “...I’m not hungry,” she finally said. Her gaze, while staring in the general direction of the food, most definitely wasn’t focused on the food.

    Exhaling a sigh of defeat, Finland just nodded. “I see… well, we can always save it for later… I suppose, at least…”

    The three sat in silence. The silence was suffocating; tension was palpable in the air, yet even Finland couldn’t think of anything to say to break the silence. It was when Alleos’s eyes narrowed that Finland perked up a little bit. He hoped she’d say something, anything, that was more like her.

    “Is there something on your mind?” the hope he felt reflected in his voice.

    Fidgeting with her hands in an anxious manner, Alleos nodded. “I… I want to see…” she knew she would be taking a gamble when she said this. “I want to see Norway.”

    This shocked the two, and it was evident- yes, even in stony faced Sweden’s expression. “Norway…? Why is that, if you don’t mind my asking?”

    “I do mind,” she said simply. “I would just like to see him.”

    The two were taken aback by how blunt she was being. They had to keep reminding themselves, she just had an accident; and a pretty severe one at that. While the numbers in the network may have restored, there was no doubt that she would need some time to recover as a human.

    “A-alright, then… I’m sure we can get in touch somehow. Say, isn’t Ice more responsive to you?”

    Yet another gamble was being taken as she responded. For a few moments, she hesitated. “...Yes.”

    Her hesitation didn’t go unnoticed, and she was aware that it didn’t go unnoticed. Just as Finland was about to speak up regarding this, Sweden placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and shook his head slightly.

    “Well… alright. You go about arranging this meeting however you please, okay?” Then, there was a stretch of awkward silence. “...Would you prefer if we left you to your own devices?”

    The immediate nod from Alleos almost hurt the both of them, more Finland than Sweden. However, the two were respectful of the micronation’s wishes, and were quick to step out with the tray of food.

    The second she was alone, Alleos pulled out her phone. How could she have not thought of checking it before?! The first app she checked was the messaging app, and much to her surprise and relief, she and Iceland indeed seemed to be close in this new… world? Reality? She didn’t know what to classify what was going on, let alone where she really even was, as.

    The next challenge, however, would be starting a conversation with Iceland. Even though she could easily see how she appeared to message him beforehand, she was still worried about messing something up. Taking in a deep breath, she sent the initial message:

    [SMS: Iceland] I have a request.

    [SMS: Alleos] huh? what’s up?

    [SMS: Iceland] I would like to meet up with Norway.

    Upon reading the message, Iceland tilted his head. He and Alleos were undoubtedly rather close, but from what he could tell, her relations to Norway were… kind of nonexistent.

    [SMS: Iceland] Do you think you could contact him for me?

    [SMS: Alleos] i mean, sure, but… could i ask why? >.>

    [SMS: Iceland] I have a few questions. I would rather not disclose anything more than that.

    Again, the Icelander found himself just a little bit confused. Regardless, however…

    [SMS: Alleos] alright…

    [SMS: Alleos] i’ll get in touch with him asap

    Alleos’s heart began to race a little bit upon reading that message.

    [SMS: Iceland] Thank you.

[phalloplastytime]

Phalloplasty Consultation with Dr. Chen & Dr. Watt

Here is what I remember from my experience going through my consultation with Dr. Chen from GU Recon (his private practice) and Dr. Watt from the Buncke clinic in San Francisco, CA, USA. My apologies for the length, I wanted this to feel kind of immersive for those of us still in the waiting process because stuff like this helped me. Also - small content warning I do use a couple anatomical terms.

For those of you unfamiliar, Dr. Chen is a urologist and Dr. Watt is a microsurgeon.

My partner and I traveled down to San Francisco to stay for two nights. We flew in on Thursday evening and flew out on Saturday evening, not wanting to be gone for too long and rack up even more expense on the hotel bill. If I had planned ahead several months ago, I would have tried to stay at the Quest House during this time but I didn’t realize a short stay was potentially possible. 

We are fortunate to be able to use the public transit system offered in SF, which is pretty good in my opinion. They have buses, trolleys (cable cars?), and an underground/train system. We utilized this to make our way over to Castro street, where the medical office building and also the hospital are located. 

Without any plans for the day we went ahead and headed over about 3 hours early because I had seen that there was a dog park right nearby. We sat and watched local dogs come and play and have a break in the middle of the day and we ended up meeting an older gentleman whose dog wouldn’t leave us alone asking for pets. It was pretty great, and nicely calming as I was pretty nervous before the consultation. We then got some food at the local cafe on the corner. It was actually pretty good. 

We realized we still had time to kill so we decided to hike up the hill to the Buena Vista park where we looked out over the city and rested for a bit. There’s a path that has some disturbingly friendly squirrels on it.

About 30 minutes before my appointment headed over. Inside the medical office building, Dr. Chen’s suite is right across the hall from the Buncke clinic. I wasn’t sure where to go to check in, so we walked all the way down to the entrance of GU Recon and saw the door was open. Inside the waiting room was fairly spacious with comfy seating and plenty of random coffee table books to peruse. There was nobody else there at the time. At the receptionist window was a sign indicating to check in over at the Buncke clinic, so we quickly hopped across the hall. 

The Buncke clinic waiting room was much smaller and was actually quite crowded for a Friday afternoon. I checked in and they asked for my ID and insurance card (even though I had sent in pictures), and they didn’t ask for any kind of copay or payment. I suspect I will receive a bill at some point for the specialist copay from my insurance which is $30. Hopefully.

They instructed us to head back over to Dr. Chen’s office to wait, so we went back over and started looking through a photography book. At this point I was still about 25 minutes early to the appointment so I was ready to wait however long it would take. 

About 5 minutes later, Dr. Chen himself appeared behind the reception area with pizza and Starbucks in hand, apparently not expecting anyone to be in the waiting room. He noticed us right away and began apologizing for the wait. He explained the schedule didn’t indicate whether or not we were having a phone consultation, so he just assumed it was going to be over the phone based on my address. 

This whole interaction solidified every good thing I had heard about Dr. Chen, and I immediately felt so… normal. That’s the best way I can describe what I felt. I felt like I had known Dr. Chen for years and that he was.. reachable. Human. 

He told us it would be a few minutes, and sure enough a few minutes later Dr. Chen and Dr. Watt appeared at the door and we made introductions. My partner came with me because I wanted her to hear what the doctors had to say and I wanted another pair of ears listening, and also because I wanted the doctors to see that I had support. 

We went down a narrow hallway and went into Dr. Chen’s office, which hosted another comfy couch which he had us sit on while he and Dr. Watt sat across on office chairs. They each had some papers (my medical information). The room was somewhat dimly lit, but calming and comfortable. 

The consult started with Dr. Chen confirming my reason for the visit (seeking phalloplasty), and he asked me how important it was to me to stand to pee. I explained that my personal goals were 1 - Sensation, 2 - Stand to pee, 3 - Aesthetics, and 4 - Sexual function. Which, again, are personal goals and it is completely valid to have other priorities with lower surgery. This is my own journey. 

We then went over my medical history, which is fairly short, but Dr. Chen was thorough and asked me about my minor eczema, asthma, and migraines. Dr. Watt was quietly taking notes and listening during this time. Next, they asked about any trauma to either arm and I basically explained how my right arm is essentially immediately disqualified from being a donor arm. In my specific case, I broke my right arm when I was 18 months old and had to have a surgical repair. This repair didn’t heal correctly and now my arm when extended is quite crooked. 

This has put some strain on my ulnar nerve and gives me hypersensitivity in my palm.  Further, I had a different surgery on my forearm which involved an incision and left me with a scar right in the middle of the graft area. This could compromise the blood supply, so we pretty much immediately dismissed my right arm as an option. To top it off, it is my dominant arm for most activities. I kind of would have preferred to keep my left arm nice and clear of any scars, but I think having 1.75 properly functioning arms is preferable to only 1 functioning arm in case my right side nerves ever gave out. 

Next, Dr. Chen went on to explain his portion of the surgery - he starts with the vaginectomy and then relocates the end of the urethra to the natal phallus using labia minora tissue. He then mobilizes this and relocates it to the other side of the pubic bone to come out to the site of where the neophallus will be placed. At some point during this discussion, Dr. Chen explained the complication rate and he was both realistic and optimistic about it. He said the vast majority of complications that happen are fixable. Further, the most common complications often heal on their own. I can’t remember the exact numbers, but he said of the patients that do have fistulas, only around 20% of them end up needing a surgical fix. Strictures don’t show up right away, and usually occur within the first year. 

While Dr. Chen does the work down below, Dr. Watt explained his team mobilizes the RFF and prepares it for the new location, using the tube-in-tube method to create the urethra and phallus. Dr. Chen places a foley catheter through the neophallus and into the relocated urethra to line everything up, and he sutures everything together once the microsurgeons connect the blood supply and nerves. Dr. Chen then places the suprapubic catheter and the RFF site is covered with the split-thickness graft from the leg.  If requested, Dr. Watt would place integra on the RFF donor site before the split thickness graft (not staged like other teams).

They then explained what recovery typically looks like - 5 nights in the hospital, including 4 days of strict bed rest and then up and walking on day 5.  If you’re able to walk well enough, you get to leave to recover elsewhere. They then check up every week for four weeks before sending you home. During your 1 week post-op visit, Dr. Chen removes the foley catheter from the neourethra complex. You start your peeing trials just before the 3 week checkup, and if you’re able to empty enough of your bladder the SP catheter can be removed. If you have significant fistula(s), an additional week for healing may be allotted and the SP catheter retained for that time. 

Dr. Watt then did an exam of my arm, performing the Allen’s test to see if my hand receives enough blood if the artery they harvest for the RFF is removed. The test seemed really quick, but I guess with how fast my hand refilled with blood he was very confident I was a candidate for RFF. He indicated that no further testing of my forearm blood supply was needed. 

He examined the hair on my forearm, which turned out to be really funny because while he was looking at it he guessed that I had undergone electrolysis up to about 6 inches down my forearm. I laughed a little and explained nope, I just haven’t grown hair there in my ~5 years on testosterone. He gently pinched/grabbed the skin to see the thickness and said they’ll likely delay my glansplasty, and when he looked at the underside of my arm where the urethra graft would be taken he said I was basically hairless there and that any electrolysis at this point would just to be to remove hair from what will be the outside of my phallus, which is optional and he said I can always shave or use something like Nair. 

I then had a chance to quickly look over my questions to try to find any that hadn’t been answered. They were pretty thorough so the most I asked about was about Integra because I was most curious about it. Dr. Chen then explained that he needed to do a quick visual exam of the genital/mons region and we walked across the hall to an exam room.

He apologized for the discomfort and had me just quickly drop my shorts while standing. All in all I think it took about 5 seconds of exposure. When we got back into the other room he reported to Dr. Watt something along the lines of “minor prominence” of the mons. I checked my questions one more time and asked if they had any testicular implants that I could feel, but Dr. Chen explained that he had a patient waiting that was somewhat urgent and he promised that he would show me next time. He was very polite about it and I understood, and all in all I think the consultation took about 30 minutes. 

We said our nice to meet yous and goodbyes and Dr. Chen showed us out the shortcut out of the clinic and boom it was over. Despite the quick ending, I still didn’t feel rushed out of there and felt like they really took the time to make sure I understood the surgery and that my possible concerns were heard. 

All in all I left feeling really good, which for me was everything. I was actually excited about the future. Also, they said they would be forwarding my information to the phalloplasty team about our consultation, and that they should be reaching out to schedule with me. What ended up happening was I emailed Logan with a follow-up question and after we emailed back a forth a couple times, Logan asked me if I wanted to set my date. So now I am officially on the books for Left RFF Phalloplasty and words cannot describe how much joy/relief/excitement I feel about it. 

Like, I still can’t believe I get to do this and I don’t know when reality will set in. But for the first time in months, I am hopeful and optimistic about the future. 

Edit: I forgot to mention that Dr. Chen also will perform a scrotoplasty during his part of the procedure.

[maybeaprincess6]

*Affectionate finger guns at @margoteve and @iristovevo *

(Several of these are highly inspired by conversations and headcanons from our Discord chat, lol, so shout out XD)

 1. Who is the most affectionate?

They both are very open and liberal with their affection (Much to Praxina’s discomfort) but Mephisto is especially clingy and will often come and drape himself over Iris randomly. They are both fond of unexpected little kisses on the forehead or cheek.

 2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

It switches several times throughout the night, but Mephisto sleeps curled up on his side more often than not, making him a natural little spoon for Iris to just sorta grab onto. They don’t have a strong preference either way; they’re both equally comfy in either position.

 3. Most common argument?

*winks at chat* Food discourse is a biggie. Iris is not a fan of many staple Ephedian foods.

More seriously, they get worried when the other puts themselves in harm’s way. Mephisto is supposed to protect her, but her magic is much stronger than his. This argument arises pretty much every time they go into battle, but they know it’s born of mutual concern, and they trust and believe in each other enough not to let it get in the way of what must be done.

 4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

They do stop to eat and sleep sometimes.

Okay but seriously they like training together, riding the Ephedian equivalent of horses, (whatever Amaru is, I guess?) reading quietly in the same room, (I know Mephisto has said he isn’t a reader but that’s obviously not entirely true, he’s definitely studied a lot of magic books at the very least, plus Iris probably helps him warm up to the hobby in general,) cooking/baking together, even just chilling in the same proximity.

 5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

Mephisto, 100%. He carries her any and every time she’ll allow it. She weighs almost nothing to him. If he can find an excuse to pick her up he will use it. XD

 6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Physical features? Mephisto loves her hair (both colors he doesn't care) and her smile and her freckles. She loves his hair, too, as well as his jaw and his biceps. They both absolutely adore each other’s eyes.

Non-physically, Iris loves his childlike wonder, his openness, the way he gets excited about everything, even his childish immature side, (though sometimes he can be very irritating XD) He loves her joy, her goodness, her compassion, how she sees the good in everyone and everything, the way she makes him want to be more. Better.

 7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

The very first thing is the way they battle. (If battles are still happening at this point in a given universe.) A lot of magic blasts just barely miss, or are shot just a half-second too late to hit before a shield can be raised.

Any hand-to-hand combat causes the breath to catch in their throats and they pause just a moment too long, looking at each other’s eyes and trying to process exactly how close their lips suddenly are.

The banter takes a flirtier undertone than usual, though they try to be subtle.

 8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

*snorts* Pumpkin, started as an inside joke (referencing the love spell incident) but he ends up using it unironically. They also call each other by their titles a lot, i.e. “Princess,” “my King,” “my Queen.” Because they revere and respect one another and this shows that. (Plus throwing a “my” in there makes both of them a little lightheaded and fluttery bc they feel so lucky.)

 9. Who worries the most?

As addressed above, they both worry a lot. Mephisto is slightly prone to paranoia, though. He's lost too many loved ones. He doesn't think he could take it if he lost her, too.

For Iris’ part, while she doesn't doubt his skill and knowledge, he doesn't have as much raw power backing him up and that scares her.

 10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Iris has a better memory, in general, but Mephisto can surprise her with exactly how much trivial information he retains.So both I guess.

 11. Who tops?

They switch frequently next question

 12. Who initiates kisses?

Both, pretty much 50/50. They're both masters of the distraction kiss, too. Mephisto was definitely more shy at the start, though.

 13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Iris, I think. It catches him off guard a lot at first. (My poor touch-starved son.) But he always welcomes it.

 14. Who kisses the hardest?

Once he's used to it, definitely Mephisto. He tends to take it just a half step too far and she has to calm him down if they're in public. He's just so enthusiastic and she loves it.

 15. Who wakes up first?

Iris is a morning person and Mephisto is a little groggier, so she usually wakes up first and watches him breathe for a while before she smooches him awake.

 16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Mephisto, most mornings. His sleep schedule under Gramorr wasn't exactly regular or sufficient so he has a little trouble adjusting to an actual, proper sleep pattern. Moreover, he considers being able to sleep in a bit as one of the luxuries of being free.

He doesn't mind so much if Iris kisses him awake, though. Seeing her as soon as he opens his eyes is worth it.

 17. Who says I love you first?

Mephisto probably lets it slip accidentally (and possibly in pun form) without too much forethought. He was embarrassed and nervous until she said it back, then he was completely elated.

 18. Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

They are both constantly leaving each other cute little love notes and even just simple “I love you”s just because they can.

 19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

Well, pre-reform (and probably in general) they're actively trying to keep it a secret. Their success varies. Praxina and the other Princesses may find out without having to be told. Iris obviously tells her parents, probably while she and Mephisto nervously hold hands behind their backs. (They needn't worry so much, her parents probably love him.)

 20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Her parents are probably down with it. He's powerful and has obviously changed and they clearly love each other. Talia spends about a year lowkey suspicious and claiming it’s a bad idea but eventually warms up to him. Carissa and Lyna get used to it and end up approving after about a month. Auriana instantly accepts them, lol.

Praxina... has complicated feelings about it. On the one hand, the thought of anybody finding her brother attractive, and specifically the idea of someone being physical with him, is inherently repulsive to her and she often voices her disgust. On the other, she’s scared of losing him. Deep down, though, she’s happy that he’s happy, and is their staunchest supporter when push comes to shove. (Ofc she pulls Iris aside and warns her that she’d better not hurt him.)

 21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

Probably Mephisto but Iris certainly isn’t complaining. They’re that one couple that stays on the dancefloor longer than everybody else and tend to forget they aren’t alone bc all they can see is each other.

 22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

They like cooking and baking together, though Iris is much better at it. It’s not so much lack of skill; Mephisto can follow instructions well enough and he has good taste, but he’s extremely accident prone. He has enough kitchen horror stories to fill a whole evening if you get him going on the topic.

 23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

They’re both guilty of it, but Mephisto. Good lord, Mephisto. Nobody knows where or how he comes up with them all, or how he rattles them off so fast. It’s been speculated that he stays up nights, inventing and memorizing them, but no, too many are obviously born of context. He’s an enigma.

 24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Once over his initial reluctance, (he’s very nervous and awkward about intimacy at first, partly from inexperience and partly bc he’s terrified of hurting her, but she’s more than willing to wait as long as he needs and eventually he warms up to the idea,) Mephisto is extremely guilty of it.

His innocent nature makes it even more shocking than his cheesy pick up line talents. Iris would rather forget how many times he’s made her blush in public before darting off as if nothing had happened. Of course, Iris’ skill in this area isn’t exactly lacking, and she’s gotten plenty of revenge.

(There are certain foreign dignitaries that honestly believe both the Ephedian royals suffer chronic hot flashes, they turn red so often.)

 25. Who needs more assurance?

Both of them can be vulnerable. They both have bad days, weaknesses, fears. But Mephisto is... definitely the more fragile of the two.

He’s seen things, done things, that haunt him. He spent most of his life being used and abused by Gramorr. He clawed his way back into the light, fighting to get away from the dark magic that had been corrupting him for all those years. He’s been broken and mended himself so many times. He’s got trauma. He has nightmares.

Iris is there for him. She’s his rock. She comforts him and holds him and makes him feel safe. For the first time in so long, he feels safe. He trusts her. He lets his guard down with her, shows her his scars, and she takes them all and soothes them. She helps him heal his long-broken heart. Finally, after so many years of hurting, he’s begun recovering.

 26. What would be their theme song?

(I mean I’ve got a whole playlist but) This cover of Ed Sheeran’s Perfect

 27. Who would sing their child back to sleep?

Both, definitely, either taking turns or together. Incidentally, they tend to sing each other back to sleep, too. (Praxina and Mephisto used to do it for one another, sometimes, but now their spouses have willingly picked up the habit.)

 28. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

It isn't often that a Queen is made to be apart from her King, or vice versa. Nor a Princess from her Knight. But it happens. When it does, they feel very lonely and uncomfortable and oddly frail. Like part of them, the best and strongest part, is suddenly gone.

They do their best on their own, (ideally with frequent conversations over magical communicators, if possible,) until they are able to reunite.

(Every such reunion involves running over to each other and him picking her up and spinning her around and they kiss as if they've been apart for months. Even if it's only been a few days.)

 29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

...There's three upsetting aus I can think of off the top of my head. Idk if they count as headcanons but if not then the answer for 25 certainly does.

Say they were together but “Crowning Glory part II” still happened and Mephisto “died...”

Or Praxina “died” instead and Mephisto gets the mask, and honestly that might be worse, because he would blame Iris and hate her...

Or say everything's fine but his corruption runs too deep and he can't help but turn on her and stay evil.

 30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

Here's a bunch bc we need a lot of fluff to make up for that lol

Even though the odds are stacked really high against them, they work through it all, together. They support and comfort each other and make it happen.

Mephisto learns light magic and rids himself of any remaining corruption and fights alongside Iris as her partner and protector.

And just like. Imagine the proposal and wedding like ahhhh so cute and pure and good!!!

Also they eventually have twins, themselves, and they do their very best to be the parents they wish they'd had, growing up.

Plus you know they’re the best dang rulers Ephedia’s ever had.

I really love this ship, okay? I have a lot of feels.

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((not my art, that was done by the wonderful, and lovely @ronyascribbles)

“ I will help you if so desired, if you need my staff or bow just call me. ”

Name: Kari Age: 20-24 Gender: Female Nationality: Nohrian Race: Human Birthday: 08/02

Height: 5'4" (162.56 cm ) Eye color: Apple green Hair color: Light blue Hair style: Typically up, mainly in twin tails. She will wear it in a bun if she’s either in the bath house or its just a super hot day. Though she will wear it down at times. Clothing style: Other then her adventure outfit that she wears to battle; she typically wears comfy clothes. Tank tops and short shorts or pants, depending on the weather. Her clothes are typically black.

Hobies: walking Around, exploring, window shopping. Likes: Talking to people she gets along with, playing with Animals, looking at things she finds interesting, almost all things sweet, ice coffee, relaxing, enjoying nature, making up stories about her scars and seeing how far she can go and what people would believe, stimulating conversation, storms, and rainy weather. Dislikes: Being around so many people, being touched in any way, by a person, unless she is very close with said person, talking to someone she just met, messy things, getting dirty, chocolate flavored things.

Personal Skill: Vigilante - Grants +20 Hit/Str/Crit if attacking a unit that has attacked another unit without a weapon equipped.

Affiliation: None (Recruitable in Birthright, Conquest, and Revelation. )

Roster: A traveling young woman without a set destination. Cold and distant, she is hard to befriend. If you gain her trust she will become a very loyal and trust worthy friend. Most likely to comfort others in distress. Born August 2nd.

History: Kari was born a high class Noble, her father was a leader of one of the higher up fractions from one of the many armies under King Garon, her father was a great Knight and her birth mother was a troubadour. They met in the army. Shortly after Kari’s birth, the mother was killed on the battle field. Her Father developed the habit to get Kari any and everything she could ever want; going above and beyond what she would ask for. He became doting and spoiled her. Though she didn’t like it, her father had her take many lessons, some consist of Piano, violin, dance, chess, singing, stiching and anything else that he felt a proper lady should know how to do. To try and make sure the loss of her mother didn’t affect her to much, he remarried. The woman had the wicked step mom Syndrome, she never wanted children. She would act innocent and kind in front of Kari’s father, but once he wasn’t there she would be mean and horrid. She was a pure Noble woman, both her parents came from money, she never worked a day in her life. She was a floozy and only looked for money in men. She cared more about her social status and looks above all else. She would never allowed Kari to call her “mother” or “mom” though she was in her life for many years. Kari was mainly raised by butlers and maids, due to the demanding hours of her fathers job. This caused her to say humble and kind. The maids and Butler’s tought her many life skills, such as cooking and proper cleaning techniques. she would often help them out with chorus, for fun. When she was still young, but old enough to take care of her self, her father died in battle. Leaving her with the step mom whom really didn’t want anything to do with her. One night, she slipped poison into Kari’s food, though an elderly maid whom took care of Kari since she was born stopped it from ever reaching her. Thus as punishment, the woman made the maid eat the food, losing the closest thing to a mother she had left. After Kari’s father passed, her step mom would bring home a different man every night. One night, the man she took home turned out to be a thief. Him and his small gange turned over the house killing all who lived there. With the help of some maids and Butler’s, Kari managed to stay hidden for a long time, but once he found her he tried to end her life. Though he failed, the man did however leave a large scar going down the left side of her face and partly her neck causing her to have nerve damage on most her face and lose eyesight in that eye. Once she was able to move around once more, she went to an old friend of her fathers. He managed to save her eye. Once he fixed her, and she was fully healed, she left. She now wonders around, she does what she needs to do to survive.

RECRUITMENT

Birthright Recruitment Recruited In: Chapter 12: Dark Reunion Recruitment: The Avatar must talk to her. Starting Class: Adventurer Starting Level: 16 Motivations for joining the Avatar: She wants to help end the war.

Conquest Recruitment Recruited In: Chapter 14: Voice of Paradise Recruitment: The Avatar must talk to her. Starting Class: Adventurer Starting Level: 16 Motivations for joining the Avatar: She wants to help end the War.

Revelation Recruitment Recruited In: Chapter 13: A lost Peace Recruitment: The Avatar must talk to her. Starting Class: Adventurer Starting Level: 16 Motivations for joining the Avatar: She wants to help end the war.

UNIT STATS

Asset: Speed Flaw: Resistance Skill(s): Point Blank, Luna, Resistance +2, Locktouch, Pass Weapon(s): Killer bow, Recover, Mend Class Sets: Adventurer                   Heart Seal > Maid

SUPPORTS

Romance Supports: Corrin (M), Jakob, Kaze, Saizo, Subaki, Silas, Xander, Azama, Hayato, Kaden, Hinata, Ryoma, Takumi, Arthur, Keaton, Odin, Leo, Laslow, Benny, Shura, Niles.

Other Supports: Corrin (F), Felicia, Rinkah, Orochi, Setsuna, Mozu, Oboro, Kagera, Nyx, Beruka, Peri, Charlotte, Selena, Asugi, Dwyer, Sigure, Sophie, Shiro, Kiragi, Selki, Mitama, Rhajat, Siegbert, Forrest, Ignatius, Velouria, Soleil, Nina.

Ideal (‘Canon’) Spouse: Keaton or Shura

QUOTES

Event Tile: “ Hum? What’s this? ” (item) “ No such thing as to much practice.. ” (exp) “ Hmm.. I feel I’m improving.. ” (weapon proficiency)

Level Up: “ Wow! I impress myself sometimes! ” (6+) “ There’s always room for improvement.  ” (4-5) “ Do I disappoint you? ” (2-3) “ Tch, that’s it?  ” (0-1) “ forgive me! ” (0-1, most skills capped)

Class Change: “ This is new.. ”

Support: “ I got your back! ” “ I’ll help you! ” “ don’t worry I got you! ” ” I’ll keep you safe! ” “ I’m here for you! ” “ Who’s the enemy here? Hehee kidding~” “ Don’t back down! ”

Attack Stance: “ Let me have a go! ” “ I’ll take a shot! ” “ My turn! ” “ Time to strike! ”

Guard Stance: “ Time and place! ” “ I thought I was the blind one! ” “ I won’t let them hurt you! ”

Critical / Skill: “ I have no mercy for scum like you. ” “ I’ll make you pay! ” “ I won’t hold back! ” “ I’ll shoot you down! ”

Defeated Enemy: “ On to the next. ” “ To easy. ” “ I suppose that was amusing. ”

Partner Defeated Enemy: “ Nice shot! ” “ I missed that do it again! ” “ killer shot! Hehe. ”

When Healed: “ This is a nice change of pace. ” “ Thanks! ” “ Who are you again? Kidding~”

Defeated by Enemy: “ I-I didn’t see you coming.. ”

Death Quote: “ This is it..  Mother.. Father.. I’ll.. See you Soon.. “

Retreat Quote: “ Ugh! It’s to blurry, I can’t tell who is who! I have to fall back! I don’t want to hurt an ally”

DLC Battle Quotes: Boo Camp “ You’re the monsters everyone’s talking about? You aren’t so scary.. I’ll show you true horror! ” Museum Melee “ Ooo ~ I see something shiny ~ that’s mine now hehee” Ghostly Gold “ Huh… Ghosts… Who would have though.. All well, time to die again~” Anna on the run “ I know my eyesight isn’t the best.. But I think I’m seeing double.. ”

Confession Quote: “ I don’t need my sight to see how much you mean to me. You have my heart now and forever…. (I hope you know what you’re getting in to. Hehee)”

MY CASTLE QUOTES

Castle Grounds Alone - ” Talk about a sugar rush! “ (surge) - ” I snuck in some training, I hope it paid off. “ (weapon proficiency) - ” This is NOT where this belongs, who left it here? “ (item) - ” What do you think will look good on me? “ (accessory)   - ” Wow! Thank you! “ (accessory given)   - ” So pretty! “ (accessory given)   - ” Is.. This a joke? “ (accessory given, not liked)   - ” Hehe thanks shall I try it on now? “ (Bath Towel given)   - ” Hehee thank you, this means a lot to me. “ (Friendship birthday present)   - ” Ahh hehee you know me so well ~ I love this so much! I’ll cherish it always. “ (Lover birthday present) - ” Hmm? Did you need something? “ (idle) - ” W-what? No I was not just dancing! “ (idle) - ” La laa la ~ W-whaa!! H-how long have you been there?! “ (idle) - ” Is someone there? Hehe ~ I’m kidding! I see you just fine. “ (idle) - ” Wow aren’t you cute ~ don’t I know you from somewhere? Hehe “ (idle, married) - “oh? A new face I see, let me know if you need anything. ” (visiting another castle)

Asking - Normal “ What has you so happy? Did something good happen? ” (happy) “ What do you think your future holds for you? ” (dreams) “ I’ll watch your backside- I mean back in the next battle, sound good? ” (team up) “ Indulge me in my curiosity… How do you spend your down time? ” (free time)

Replying - Normal “ I love the feeling I get when I finish cleaning. ” (happy) “ I hope to find true happiness one day. ” (dreams) “ Alright, no promises I won’t mistake you for the enemy ~ I’m kidding,  I’m kidding! ” (team up) “ I often walk beyond the camp boarders, or wonder around the forest. ” (free time)

Private Quarters Friendship “ You called me for something? ” (invite) “ I baked some cookies, want one? No I didn’t put salt instead of sugar in them this time. ” (invite) “ Hehee now this will be fun ~ ” (invite, MU is married)

Lovers “ Hey! I finished cleaning up, don’t mess it up. ” (greeting) “ I missed you! Don’t leave me again.. ” (greeting) “ I-I’ve been practicing my violin.. Would you mind listening? ” (greeting) “ Hehee that’s the best sight to wake up to. ” (awakening, good) “ Do that again and you will regret it.. ” (awakening, bad) “ My hair is such a pain to dry.. ” (greeting, cool down) “ Hehee thanks that felt nice ~ your turn now ~ ” (cooling down successful) “ Oh my! How beautiful! Thank you! ” (flowers)

Bonding “ If that’s all you need, mind if I go? ” (friendship bonding) “ It was a pleasure spending this time with you. Invite me again some time. ” (friendship bonding) “ I’m glad we can spend this time together..   These are the happiest moments of my day. ” (lover bonding) “ I just want to hold you in my arms and never let go.. Promise you won’t leave me.. ” (lover bonding) “ Come here for a moment, Hehee I’m not going to bit you… (See, I told you I wouldn’t bite you, This time. Hehe) ” (kiss)

Extras/little quirks: She won’t dule someone unless there is a wager of some sort; even if she manages to win she will let the other party have their winnings as well. After her father passed away she continues to practice all the things he wanted her to learn when ever she can. Typically after doing one of them she would cry a little and say softly to her self,  “are you proud papa? ” or “am I improving father? ” she can be fairly vain when it comes to her hair, she takes pride in its soft silky texture. When she’s in deep thought she will twirl the ends of her hair. Because of the damage to her left side of her face, she can no longer produce tears from that eye. The left eye is also significantly lighter in color, and has a small thin line down it from where it was cut. Though she hates chocolate flavored things she loves normal chocolate. If she eats anything remotely spicy she turns red and gets sick, if it’s really spicy she will pass out. She is very flexible and uses it to an advantage in hand to hand fighting.

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Have this WIP for now. Dunno if I’ll try to straighten it out, improve it, and finish it tomorrow or not.  Just not feeling it right now. Spelling and grammar is a mess and I’m not sure if I’m real wild about the tone I’ve got going either. Give feedback if you want, I guess.

He turned the corner mindlessly, heading to go relax and put his feet up on the couch.  It wasn't terribly late, but he was used to going to sleep fairly early, since he often had to get up early for the Kipper run.  Enough light still filtered through the windows to illuminate the room without overhea lights.  Not a problem for him.  He usually just buried his face in a pillow and pretended it was Gordon's tummy.  

Speaking of him, he happened to be occupying his spot on the couch currently.

"Move it, that's my spot."

"Yes, I'm done for the day.  Now shoo."

He approached the shape poking up above the cushion and lightly stroked his cheek.

"Pfft, I see plenty of roo to sit here."

"Please, Henry.  Just go away!"

He circled around the side of it and noticed the familiar shape of an ice ceam container.

"Rough day, right"

He recoiled a bit, clutching it closer to himself and hissing a little.

"Why block out your pain by stuffing yourself silly when I could be te one doing it, hm?"

"Let me suffer alone, please."

"How about I make you suffer instead?  Wouldn't that be interesting?

He smirked and lowered his eyelids suggestively.  

"Well, I suppose..."

His grin grew even bigger.  He settled down across his thighs and stroked his plump midsection, giving it a little squeeze at the end to get him riled up, before taking the spoon from his hand.  He slowly scraped up a good scoop of ice cream, and suddently shoved it between his lips.

"Like that, don't you?"

He nodded sharply, spoon still stuck in his mouth.  Henry tugged it out and just as quickly stuck another spoonful in, teasingly stroking his cheek.  The two remained wordless as he pressed spoonful afterspoonful to his lips at an increasing pace as he mindlessly packed it in. Occaisonally a free hand would reach to squeeze his swelling belly.  He could feel it getting nice and warm and started to relax again him, relishing in his body heat.  It was cute how engines like him got hotter the more they ate. It was certainly appreciated with how nippy it had been outside that day.

"Oh, you A-classes.  You and your ridiculous appetites.  Not that it surprises me from a bunch of engines with an axle just to support your big fireboxes."

He lovingly caressed the side of his stomach, feeling how it was starting to swell, making him grind his teeth in frustration.

"Oh, quit your nonsense!  Just get me more ice cream you-"

"The problem is, I'm all out.   I'll have to find you something else.  How do brownies sound?  Duchess of SUtherland taught me a little something about baking while I was visiting the museum."

"I don't care... As long as they taste decent."

He came back with several trays of brownies, but wasn't going to make himself too comfy in case he needed to get more later.  

"Here, find out for yourself."

They weren't as good at Duchess's, but still rich and sweet.  It was a happy coincidence that Gordon seemed to enjoy cold desserts with how well they froze.  If he was ever going to let him do thsi to him again, he was going to need some time to make enough to settle his enormous appetite at the rate these ones were disappearing at.  He wasn't even sure hpw anyone could eat this fast and ravenously, escpecially with all the ice cream he'd blown through beforehand.  He had to stop rubbing him to start feeding him two-handed.  In a matter of minutes, he felt him bite his hand.  

"Ow!  What was that for?"

"Just get more.  Don't dawdle."

He finally feeling a little uncomfortable after all that.  Much to his annoyance, he felt Henry loosening his pants for him a after he returned with three more trays.  But something about the humiliation ironically felt kind of nice.  

"I wonder if you can get through all these?  I even tried giving them some frosting, so they're better than the last ones."

Crawling almost on top of him, he popped each brownie in a little more forcefully each time.  FInally, he seemed satisfied with his speed.  It was a shame that he wasn'y going to appreciate his baking more, but he well understood the satisfaction og just mindlessly consuming.  He felt Gordon starting to relax under him after the second tray, getting lazier as he got tired, but still sucking them in just as quickly as before.

"Are you sure you don't want to slow down a bit?  My arms are getting tired."

"Don't underestimate me, dammit."

"But that's my l-"

"Pot and kettle, Henry.  Give me more."

"Fine, then!"

This was going better than he imagined.  He couldn't believe how much Gordon could really pack away when determined to.  He could feel his stomach getting tight and swollen beside him as he was finishing yet another round of brownies.  It gave a pained gurgle and his eyes were getting hazy, but he didn't seem to care.

"Gordon, it's probably best you stop, okay?  You don't look so good.  I don't want you to hurt yourself, okay?

"I'll manage.... Keep it coming, lazybones."

Even rude when getting exhausted like this.   WOnderful.  All the more reason to stuff his face with increasingly large pieces of brownie.  He could hear him groaning ad straining after each one, struggling with how the bloated feeling was getting to him.  

"Maybe.. I am about done.  Ugh."

"Mmm, I'd say you are.  You feel like it."

He slowly circled him and slid his form on top of his, settling his hands on his middle.  He leaned and slid back a little to let his head rest on his shoulder.  He began to trace gentle circles

V2

He turned the corner mindlessly, heading to go relax and put his feet up on the couch.  It wasn't terribly late, but he was used to going to sleep fairly early.  Had to get up to take the Kipper at 5 in the morning anyways.  Enough light still filtered through the windows to illuminate the room without overhead lights.  It didn't bother him.  He usually just buried his face in a pillow and pretended it was Gordon's tummy.  

Speaking of him, he happened to be occupying his spot on the couch currently.

"What are you doing here?  Shouldn't you be out working still?"

He groaned a rolled over.

"He's got me on light duties.  I still haen;t recovered from.. that race.  The extended repairs didn't help either.  I'm so sore right now.  I'm a wreck right now, okay?"

He approached the shape poking up above the cushions and lightly stroked his cheek.

"It's okay.  It's not as if I don't know that feeling myself."

"Please, Henry.  Just go away!"

He circled around and sat down beside him.

"IS there anything I can do?  Want something to eat?"

He placed an unsure hand on his belly, feeling a little vibration of a gurgle.

Gordon recoiled a bit, knocking his hand off.

"I guess that might be nice."

He gave him a gentle nod and left for the kitchen to retrieve some ice cream for him, then took his place beside him again and offered him a small spoonful.

"Oh please, more than that, Henry."

He chuckled to himself.  Even pained like this GOrdonw as so demanding and whiny.  He scraped up a bit more and brought it to his lips.  

"That is better.  Thank you."

Unaccustomed to physical strain after an extended time in the workshops, he was tired from work and clammy from the cool weather.  The coolness of the ice cream didn't bother him, though, as Henry was now settled across his thighs and gradually leaning more and more against his form, lending him some of his body heat.  He eagerly accepted a second spoonful from him

"Thought you'd be hungry."

He paused a moment after giving him a third scoop.  He lightly rubbed his stomach and placed a hand on his flushed cheek, stroking it gently.  Usually he shook off his affection like earlier,  but seemed to like it right now.  He leaned his head against his palm and relaxed his eyes, letting them hang lazily half-open.  Henry's hand gravitated towards his side and snuck a little squeeze, grinning a little at how soft and nice he felt.  He had to slow down with only one hand to steady the container and scoop with, but steadily offered him spoonful after spoonful.  Gradually, he felt him further relax against his hand and the cushions until his rested again the back corner of the couch.  He cautiously removed his hand from his cheek and wrapped it around his back hugging himself against him and feeling around his shoulders.  

He pulled himself right up to his face, making him whip his eyes open in confusion and surprise.

"Psst, we're out of ice cream.  You want me to get something else?"

He moved to sit up, but struggled from the growing weight of his belly.  Noticing him looking down in confusion, Henry rested a hand on its growing bulge and gave it a pat.  

"You may not have noticed, but you went through the whole thing already.  You're not going anywhere stuffed like this.  I'd gladly rub it for you, though."

"How about you get me some more, then I'll let you touch it."

"Of course, dear."

"What? Dear?"

He didn't hear him, having already left to retrieve several trays of brownies.  

"I made these myself.  Duchess taught me something about baking while I was visiting the museum.  They're not as good as hers, admittedly..."

He brought one to Gordon's lips, as well as one to himself.  

"Mm, not sweet enough, but not bad I guess."

"I like them a bit better that way.  THough dakr chocolate would be much preferred."

"You can have all the brownies you want, Big Blue."

He brought a hand to his plump, soft belly.  It felt even better than his sides.  It was probably one of his favorite aspects of Gordon.   He'd been dying to snuggle against it some more some day, perhaps after he finished eating.  He felt it swelling and pressing against his own own middle as it stretched to take all the brownies he was feeding him.  Chilly from the nippy weather as well, he appreciated its growing warmth and felt himself inching further into his form.  A gurgle vibrated through his own and he started sneaking brownies for himself every one in a while as well.

He gently began to rub his warm, and now increasingly bloated tummy.  He carefully slipped his pants loose to give it a little room, letting it bulge forward a little more.  As he worked more slowly through each brownie, Henry began sliding his hand up his shirt to feel his warm flesh more directly.  Soft, full, and fat.  Just like the rest of him.  The heat emanating from him and the plush feeling made him shiver with delight.  His hand strayed towards the center of his belly and he flinched.  He couldn't see what it was that bothered him, but he slid his hand away and grabbed another brownie for himself.  

"Please don't touch me there until I'm fully healed, Henry.  I believe it's mostly scarred over by now, but still very sore and I don't want to risk aggravating anything."

"Poor thing."

He tried to pull back a little to give him a little more room, but realized that he was rather full himself and struggled to bend his torso.

"Oh dear.  I might have snacked a bit too much as well.  Oops."

WIthout the comforting pressure of Henry's weight against himself, he quickly realized how overstuffed he was himself.  One of his hands clumsily grasped at his waist to feel how distended he was beneath the chub.  The touch made him whimper in pain a bit. Henry sighed and giggled at him.

"Oh, you A-classes.  You and your ridiculous appetites.  Not that it surprises me from a bunch of engines with an axle just to support your big fireboxes"

He put the tray aside and faced him directly, gently pressing his belly against his own and sandwiching his hands between them.  He rubbed him gently, the backs of his hands soothing himself as well.  

"Say, you finally let me do this to you instead of you doing it yourself.  Isn't it nice?  I've love to do this again, you know.  You're even cuter with your tummy bulging and full and you're so helpless.  It doesn't really do anything to either of us, but it's nice to see you so well-fed and relaxed.  Oh. Dear."

He let too much come out.  Gordon was silent, a little awkward about his situation.  Henry's rubbing made a burp escape.   The silence grew even more awkward.

"No, that's good, keep gettin that air out and you'll feel much better."

He burped some more as Henry continued to rub him.  Despite how much he liked seeing him doing it, Henry was shy about it himself and covered his mouth and flushed a bit as he felt one rise.

Their breathing was relaxing as their stomachs settled.  he reclined further until he was practically laying down nearly flat.  Still achy and sore from eating so much, Gordon welcomed Henry's continued gentle rubbing and kneading.  His affection could be odd a little uncomfortable at times, but he appreciated how soothing his touch was right now.  His arms felt heavy, but he draped them over Henry's back, hugging him against him.  Not as taut as his, his soft belly felt nice pressed against him.  He graually removed his han from between the two of them and folded them against his thick, powerful chest, nuzzling his face into it as well.  It wasn't what he usually fantasized about while dozing off to sleep at twilight, but he was happy to get to snuggle with one part of him as he fell asleep.