#can you imagine they're all wearing glasses and it starts raining

[luna-loveboop]

You know what lacking artistic skills be danged, this makes me happy

CAT EYE WARS

It's *bedazzled*

Twi has same size as Time's, but rectangles

Wild's glasses are rimless (but the lenses are there I promise). They break more easily and it drives the chain insane "could you please stop wearing them in battles this is the fifth pair this week" "I mean yeah but I won't be able to see and you'll get an arrow"

In another reblog, @lupisrex made Wind have round glasses and did AWESOME (I got permission to put the pics in this reblog too, thank you friend)

Here's Wind with the glasses lupisrex did

He's so cute

And finally...

MONOCLE DINK

His lizard face can't fit normal glasses

:D

I'm imagining the absolute chaos of a battle where they all lose their glasses and are trying to find them while shielding- Dink would have taken advantage but he was too worried about trying to find his monocle

They all look amazing with glasses and fighting the forces of evil with them would be so interesting "stop putting on everyone else's glasses Wind" "y'all see like this?"

Hi *gives Four glasses*

Just for funzies, y'know

[inoreuct]

During a supply run with Zoro, a well-meaning lady tells Sanji he's pretty. Not handsome, no--PRETTY. "Your swordsman over there is handsome," she says, pointing at Zoro, who's examining liquor bottles over at another stall. "YOU are pretty." How does he react, & what happens next? 👀 (1/2)

he just laughs at first, if only to cover up how that one word from a stranger has hit him like a punch to the gut.

he looks like a man, and people don't call men pretty. rogueish, certainly. even charming; he's gotten that before at least, but pretty? he laughs some more, gives her a smile and a few words that he doesn't even register, and the merchant lady tilts her head. "you don't get that often, do you?"

"never gotten it at all, actually," he answers, bravado draining away to leave a mumble that he isn't even sure she can hear.

but she must have, because she slides his purchases to him and hums, "well, you're very beautiful. anyone'd have to be blind not to see it."

"maybe," he allows hesitantly, taking the bag with a nod of goodbye. he cannot help but feel as though he's realised something that he won't be able to ignore.

and sure enough, back on the ship, the words swim in his mind. they pop up in blinding white font against the dark of his eyelids as he tries and fails to get to sleep. you're very beautiful.

do i want to be beautiful? he asks himself, and halfway through he already knows, he knows the answer. feels it like an ache in his bones.

sanji's never let himself think about it, but once he starts he can't stop. he imagines himself in makeup, pots and pencils and brushes in front of a mirror, his hair fluffed to perfection, lips red as the dawn and a beauty mark beneath his eye. he thinks about what it would feel like to put on a dress, a proper one; cotton and linen traded for silk, starched dress shirts abandoned in favour of satin blouses and full skirts that nip in with ribbon at the waist. he thinks of the wicker wedge sandals that nami sometimes wears. he thinks about being a man, with a little something more.

he flips over and shoves his face into his pillow. he needs to stop thinking about things that he wants but can never have.

*

sanji's usually better at keeping his secrets, but eventually he slips. he should have known it was only a matter of time before the magnitude of it all became too much to bear and spilled out across the floor.

fortunately, his crew is there to catch him.

they take all of it in stride, even though sanji himself doesn't even know what all of it is yet; he figures things out as they go along. he finds clothes that aren't his in his closet, accessories appearing on his dresser. zoro keeps buying him silk blouses and it makes him want to laugh and cry in equal amounts. nami sees her chance to snag a makeup practice dummy and grabs it, which results in many a night in the girls' quarters, fooling around with makeup until they're either too tired or too giddy with laughter. the rest of the crew show their support in smaller ways, though no less significant—

and now, a year later and leaning against the bar counter of a vaguely familiar town, sanji suspects that he's somehow found himself. it hits him with all the grandeur of someone realising oh, it's stopped raining, or oh, tomorrow's tuesday— sinks into him honey-slow like the burn of the whiskey he sips, warm and comfortable, like a coat he hadn't realised he'd been wearing this whole time and had become his favourite without him even knowing. put like that, it sounds incredibly silly; sanji chuckles as he takes another drink, and a hand settles low on his back where the blue velvet of his dress dips down.

"hey, beautiful," zoro whispers by his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheekbone before leaning over his shoulder to order, and sanji smiles as he swirls his glass with a slow twirl of his wrist.

maybe he'll go look for that merchant lady again. he's fairly sure he owes her a thank you.

[oshi-nakadapiroki]

Nakada Hiroki Channel Nakacha no Ma #45.5 2023.9.24 Notes [Eng translation]

HE'S IN THE BATH

Apparently he's only got it filled up halfway

The sound keeps disconnecting

He doesn't know the hotel's WiFi password

Takeshi is gonna go to heaven eventually if he keeps having him in the bath

He's going off to search for the password

"'Are you wearing clothes?' No, I'm using the bath, I'm completely naked. Sorry, I went away looking for the password completely naked."

He's got water, vitamin drink and apple slices (no beer while he's working)

He'll get to drink after tomorrow's final performance 🍻

Some cast member is making noise in the room next to his (the mic doesn't pick up on it though)

He's brooding over not being shown on camera alot in the Suehirogari livestreams 🥺

He didn't know the camera missed out on his mini stage during the second half of Viva Carnival

He doesn't want to shit on the camera crew, they're doing their best after all

He did not have a script for his haikus!

He hasn't had a single rehearsal for Furuba yet

He says Kenta has gotten so big since he last saw him

Some reminiscing on being the first Touken danshi from Oscar Pro (then followed Kurumu, Yuuta, Kenta)

Ryousei is bigger than Mt. Fuji confirmed

"Akashi would never have a tanki" 😭

He's feeling really tired now that they're doing the actual performances; it's more than just running

He assures us all he has been getting a proper ridiculous amount of sleep recently

He might be completely naked but he is wearing his glasses

He's having us imagine Akashi for a moment

The enter key on his keyboard is stuck for some reason

Female Takeshi starts talking!

He can't even remember himself who's Takeshi and who's Mayumi

He's rly amazed with the weather they've had for Suehirogari so far

It's been raining for weeks, to the point they even had to cancel rehearsals

He's been practicing his haiku recently

It's not that the dance routine in Enbu is hard, rather it's that there's no space on stage to dance lol

He's been in the bath for the past two hours; as soon as it gets lukewarm, he just keeps putting more warm water in

He finds it surprisingly difficult to do the pop-up and jump on stage given his weight and physique

But he still thinks he's rly good at it

His science and engineering side comes out when he starts talking about the physics of jumping and G force

Because he puts alot of force on his legs when he takes off, he thinks it's more physically draining than running

He still hasn't been on the Takabisha

He was probably having a parfait with their choreographer while everyone was off enjoying the rides

He'd rather be doing pop-up jumps for the rest of his life even if it hurts his legs than ride those attractions at Fuji-Q

We get some low voice ASMR

He didn't know Akashi's standee was placed at the back of the pizzeria

He thinks laying on the pizza would make a good futon; it's soft and if you're hungry, you could eat it. It'd be like a pizza beanbag

He's got more otoko gummies in stock

He doesn't like his singing voice but he likes singing

He hasn't taken any raincoat pics

He'd like to tell us his account number but he doesn't know it

He thinks their new outfits are cool! They're super easy to move in and the range of motion is amazing

He's telling everyone who's coming to see the performance tomorrow to bring a jacket because even though it was sunny earlier, it got really cold at night 🥺

He's gonna have some Chocola BB Royal 2

He wants midnight chicken ramen

This is a completely naked bespectacled unscrupulous livestream

His hands are wet so he can't open his bag of sliced apples

We're all tea leaves so we should all go to sleep together

He thinks he'll be able to do a livestream again next month when things have calmed down after his bday event

Ah, necklace (iykyk)

The hotel's bath is bigger than the one at his house cuz he can stretch his legs entirely

They start their stage checks at 8AM

Someone keeps sending gifts in the chat that keep popping up on screen even though Hiroki has said multiple times he doesn't need/want them

Now he's actually getting irritated

He then goes on a tangent on how we should all be respectful of each other's wishes; we don't have to get along but the important thing is to all respect each other

"I'm me, you're you"

He hasn't been able to keep true to his word of livestreaming this month but he asks us to be patient with him

He thinks the temporary image he set for this livestream is creepy

Off-shot from his Bday event 2022

He thinks the cardigan is more of a mustard-colour than Winnie the Pooh-colour

He's gonna have his bag of apples (45 calories)

He won't be doing any birthday wishes or rollcall in this stream

But he's wishing everybody good luck with work and school

He usually drinks three bottles of water (1.5 liters) and it always surprises him

Someone in the chat says they're going to cheat on him and he says it's fine as long as you come back

He gets another gift sent in the chat so he's gonna end the stream already

"Honestly speaking? Don't cheat on me please"

If you've come this far into the stream, you're probably not cheating

He thinks it's fine but please support him as much as you can

🐹🐹🐹🐹🐹🐹

Madagascar 🌍 Revolution 👓

He finally managed to open the bag of apples (but they're lukewarm now so they're not even that good anymore rip)

It depends on the situation but on rare occasion, he uses the hotel shampoo

His regular shampoo is just an ordinary over-the-counter type that he gets at the drugstore

He ends the stream by choking on some apple juice 🙃

[chocolatecakecas]

Hoppy Days Are Here Again: Baby Jack Ficlet

Based off of this genius post by @seasononedean​ and these incredible works of art (x)  (x)  (x) because I couldn’t resist

It had all started with the boots.

Dean and Cas were out at some baby store, Dean can never remember the name of, buying some new clothes for Jack. It's good thing they have an unlimited supply of money, because the kid is growing like a weed (half-angel and all that).

As Dean was sifting through little pairs of jeans trying to find Jack's size a hand grabbed his shoulder, whipping him around.

"Dean we have to get these"

The instinctual fight quickly drained out of him when he met a pair of blue eyes, and what looked like a green blob was shoved in his face.

"Well hello to you too" Dean quipped back with a smirk, downplaying his initial shock.

Cas only graced him with an eye roll, and pushed the green blob closer.

Upon closer, and they couldn't get any closer, inspection Dean realized that it wasn’t a green blob. They were little rain boots, that looked like frogs.

Dean sighed.

(read the rest under the cut)

"Cas, they're cute, but he'll grow ou-"

"Let me rephrase that. Dean, we are getting these" Cas repeated, leveling him with that "I am a billion years old, and will smite you" look.

So that was the end of that (even though Cas can't technically smite him anymore, but it's not like Dean can say no to him anyway), and the boots went home with them.

And it's a good thing too because those boots unleashed a whole new world for Jack.

Now, Jack wears them when he works the garden with Cas, when he jumps in puddles after it rains, hunting for bugs in the field behind the bunker, to the diner in town, to the grocery store, everywhere.

Because now everything, was about frogs.

Jack spent hours asking Cas to tell him everything he knew about the animal, and Dean would help him find books about them at the local library. Books filled with facts, or just stories about them (Jack's new favorite was Frog and Toad).

Frogs were Jack's first obsession, and well, Dean and Cas only fanned the flames. And hey, maybe he’d become a frog exper-a herpetologist (as Cas had informed him), when he grew up.

One day, a green little frog hat, and raincoat, appeared next to the boots ("Dean, it's just unpractical to not own the complete set"). And Dean would normally sigh about it being a "waste" because he'd grow out of them in a month, but Jack just looked so damn cute when he splashed in puddles with Cas, shrieking with excitement (Look! hopping like froggies Dee!”). So really who was he to interfere? Besides, they would donate them when he got too big anyway.

So now they'll all go outside while it's still drizzling too, swinging Jack from their arms, or dance in the rain like crazy people. Or they’ll all march down to the creek in the woods behind the bunker, and hunt for real frogs (even though they never actually find any). And if Dean bought him a matching umbrella too, that's nobody's business but his own.

Then, little green garden tools with frog faces, and matching gloves ("I just thought he should have his own shovels, Cas"), appeared in the shed.

So now Jack shovels along side Cas in the soil, or digs through the rest of the field looking for worms. And if Cas bought him a little frog magnifying glass, and bucket hat, that's nobody's business but his own.

And so it went on just like that. Dean and Cas buying frog themed books, toys, clothes, blankets and giving a flimsier excuse each time. Hell, they even took him to the zoo to see real live frogs (Jack insists it was the happiest day of his little life).

"Jack didn't have enough bath toys, Dean".

"Cas, he grew out of the old overalls, I just replaced them".

"These books will help strengthen his mind, and he won't have to wait to take them out at the library"

"Cas he's two he can't even read y-"

"I know that's why he needs the books, Dean".

But Jack never grew out of the boots, they had a suspicion Jack was somehow mojo-ing them to grow with him, but neither of them did much to stop this. Besides, the boots were his favorite afterall.

Soon enough, anything that Dean saw that had a frog on it, or that looked remotely like a frog, automatically came home with him. Sam would go on and on about how whipped they were, how Jack had them wrapped around his little finger (and well Sam was right, but still).

Then, one afternoon Sam and Eileen took him out for lunch, and Jack returned hugging a Frog build-a-bear tightly against his chest. Jack chattered on  about his new friend, Mr. Frog ("Just like the book, Dee!”), while Sam of course pointedly ignored Dean and Cas’ smirks.

And yeah all of their "excuses" were fooling no one, but it was all worth it for the way Jack's face would break out into a blinding smiling, blue eyes lighting up with joy. 

It wasn't like they were spoiling Jack,(though he deserved a little spoiling), they were just doing what nobody could properly do for them when they were little. So they fueled his interests, and listened as Jack would tell them everything could remember about frogs, beaming with pride (and the fact that he that he looked adorable in his little rain outfit was an added bonus). They just encouraged him to be passionate about, and love whatever made his little heart happy.

And if Jack loved frogs, then damnit he could have frogs (except not a real one of course).

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[dumdrop]

My Nightmares

This one made me cry while writing it. It's a lot more emotional than my previous nightmares. I apologise for the sudden time jumps. Please enjoy!

I was sleeping in my bed, and I woke up from the sound of my little brother crying like he was scared. I left my room and walked down the hallway to Austin's room. I entered his room and saw him in his bed, wide awake, and crying very sadly.

I walked over to him and sat on the left side of the bed. “Hey, buddy. Did you have another nightmare?”

He nodded with agreement, too afraid to speak. I raised my hand and placed it on top of his head. Usually, physical affection worked best to calm him down. I stroked his head smoothingly, and he grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

“What was your nightmare about?” I said. It's always better to talk about his fears and reassure him they could never happen. He was staring at his hands, nervous to talk about what scared him. His little voice broke the silence of the room.

"I was playing in the front yard with Tony. I saw something shiny in the middle of the road and ran over to it. It was a shiny button. I picked it up because it was a pretty button. It was yellow just like the buttons on Nana's sweater she used to wear."

He stopped crying but was still shaking. "Then I saw a car coming towards me and it hit me."

"Oh, that's a bad one," I said. "I've had nightmares like that before. It's pretty scary."

"You have?" He said, looking up from his hands to look at me. His face lit up, happy knowing he wasn’t alone.

"Yeah, I have those nightmares too. I had thought before what it would be like to be hit by one. And, of course, I had a nightmare about it that night."

He finally stopped shaking after I said this. I tried to think of something else to say that would reassure him. "You know... nightmares are only your mind trying to scare you. And when you have a scary thought in your head, your mind plays it out in your dreams as you sleep. But it's only your imagination so it's not real."

I gave him a side-hug and he rested his head on my shoulder. "So it's not real, right?"

He didn't look up at me but I could still see his smiling face as he said, "Not real."

Time Skip

It was suddenly morning. I was sitting in the dining room looking out the window. It was raining and very grey and cloudy. I always loved the rain. The sound of the spattering raindrops on the roof, the fountain of water falling down the glass, the faint rumble of the thunder and lightning. It makes me feel so peaceful and happy.

Austin came running into the dining room. At full speed, he crashed into me causing us both to be pushed back against the table. "Hey! Slow down next time!" I said.

"Sorry!" He said excitedly, pushing himself up and wrapping his arms around my shoulders. "I love it when it rains! I wanna go outside and play!"

"Not yet! It's still pouring!" I replied, hugging him back. "You know the rules. We don't go out yet until it's sprinkling."

He gave me a dramatic, very sarcastic, frown. "I know! But can't we just go out this time? Just once?"

He looked very desperate, as kids do when they really want something. "Not this time. I don't wanna get soaked today."

"Can we get soaked one day?"

I nodded. "Maybe one day."

He let out a loud and again dramatic sigh. "Fine!" He let go of me and left the dining room. I watched him disappear out of my view and returned my gaze back to the window.

Time Skip

It was suddenly the afternoon and the rain had stopped pouring and was now a quiet drizzle. Perfect for Austin and me. I could take pictures of the outside wearing its drenched coat of dirty puddles and water drops falling off roses.

I quickly grabbed my polaroid camera and jacket and left my room. Austin was already waiting by the door with his jacket on and Tony, his cat doll that was a Ragdoll!

"Come on, Taylor! What's taking you so long?"

"Hang on, Austin, we have to put our rain boots on before we go out." I grabbed our boots that were sitting by the door. I sat his blue boots by his side and started to put my red ones on.

"But I hate rain boots! They aren't as comfortable as my normal boots!" I finished putting mine on as he sat down and started removing his "normal" boots.

I grabbed his left boot and started putting it on his foot. "And they're too long!" He continued. "And I don't like the way they squeak as I walk!"

I finished putting on his boots for him and stood up as he continued. "They are such an Unconvenience."

I grabbed his tiny hands and pulled him to his feet. "Inconvenience."

He grabbed the doorknob, gave it a quick twist, and opened the door. He immediately ran out of the house and left me in the dust. I heard him yell something like whatever! as he ran into the woods.

I quickly moved my camera to my eyes, looking through the camera's viewfinder, and aimed it perfectly at his silhouette approaching the woods. I pushed the button and Flash! The picture was taken. The familiar sound of the photo exiting the camera and into my hands.

"Wait up!" I shouted and ran after him.

I put the instant photo into my jacket's pocket as I was sprinting. I found him by an old oak tree, looking up at its majestic tallness. It was covered in moss and vines. The living things growing around the dead body of bark and branches, I thought.

"Awesome!" Austin said. He touched the moss with his index finger. "And gross!" He sat on the hump of one it's massive roots. "Here. Take a picture!"

My little genius! He found the perfect spot to take a picture! He made a cute pose as I raised my camera. Click! The photo left the camera, into my hands, and into my pocket.

He, again, took off running, ducking under the hanging branches of the old oak tree, avoiding the drizzled leaves, and ran deeper into the forest. I lost sight of him through the fog. I started to chase after him, tapping on the fallen sticks, breaking them in half, the snapping sound echoing through the thickets.

"Aussie!" I cried out.

I heard the sound of sticks breaking again, but not from me this time. Found you!

I quickened my pace towards the sound, getting smacked in the face by the wet leaves. I could only get a glimpse of those bright blue rain boots. "Aussie! Slow down! I'm gonna lose you! Brother!"

"Slowpoke!" He shouted back.

"You know I hate this game!"

"But I love it!"

"You asshole!"

I caught a glimpse of the flapping of his hoodie in between the trees and fog. He wasn't too far. I could catch him.

I was really running now. I knew I could outrun him. I followed the sounds of his steps that were running away from me. They were getting louder and louder, signaling that I was getting closer. I saw his silhouette again, fading in and out of the fog. I quickly held up my camera again and took a shot blindly. Click! The flash lighting up the world in front of me.

I finally caught up to him. I grabbed his shoulder and forced him to slow down. We both managed to stop and I clasped his arms and pulled them to me, trying to stop him from leaving me again.

"You know... I hate it when you do that." I said, gasping through my words.

"I know. I wanted to see if I could outrun you yet." He replied with a cheeky grin.

I had seen a white figure in my peripheral vision. I looked over to it and saw the picture I just took in my hand. Oh right! The picture.

I let go of my grip on his arms and he walked over to another tree that was just about ten feet away. I looked at the picture I took to see if it was good enough to keep. But, something was wrong. I realized something was missing in the picture. Austin.

The picture was the fog and the trees I had seen, but where Austin was standing before, he wasn't. That's odd. I clearly remember him there. I did take the picture while running… maybe I didn't aim it right on him?

I tucked the photo into my pocket along with the two others I took. I looked over to my brother, who was standing by the tree and drawing swirls in the moist dirt with a stick. I lifted my camera again, a motion I was most familiar with, and looked through the viewfinder like a peephole in an apartment door. Nothing looked different. My finger found the button and pushed it. I had seen the flash go off, but there was something I didn't see. My brother.

He had disappeared. His body was completely gone in the light of the flash. Just briefly, though. But I had seen it.

I slowly lowered the camera down from my face. Complete terror flowing through my body and running through my veins. Then came confusion and then denial. Why did he just disappear? Like he's not really there?

I took the picture from my polaroid and stared at it. No Aussie.

I moved my shaking hand into my pocket and pulled out the three pictures of today. I had first seen the picture of just the fog and trees. Next, the old oak tree. No Austin. Last, the silhouette just outside our house. Just the dark woods. No Austin.

I couldn't believe it. What the hell? What does this mean?

It couldn't be true. He's right there!

Better be sure.

"Austin. Look over at me." I demanded, trying to keep my cool.

"Okay." He answered while shrugging his shoulders. I walked over and stood directly across from me. I was going to make sure this time! I looked through the viewfinder and aimed it on Austin, perfectly in the frame. It clicked again and there went the flash.

Just as the flash went, Aussie had teleported right in front of me when he was just ten feet away.

I screamed and jumped back, falling into the mud. He was looking at me with great concern. "What's wrong, Taylor?"

All I did was gasp and wail. So afraid.

I took off running. I couldn't stand the thought of my little brother being a ghost, not being real anymore. He is still alive. This is all a sick nightmare I'm having.

I could hear his sweet and tiny voice crying out for me. "Taylor! Wait up! Where are you going?"

I tried with all of my might to keep running. Don't turn around. Keep running. It's not true!

I was out of the woods and came upon the street. I no longer heard his voice. I had to get away. I knew where I had to go. I knew who I needed to see. I was running to his house without thinking. Daniel.

I ran to my best friend's house. I came to his front door and loudly pounded it. He quickly opened the door and saw me, looking concerned and confused.

"Taylor? What's wrong? What happened?" He said.

"I- I- I- I don't know. I- I'm-" I stuttered, unable to speak.

He grabbed my shaking hands and held them tight. "It's okay, Tbug. You're okay."

I realized I was crying. I felt a tear fall down my cheek.

Danny released my right hand, still holding my left, and raised it to my cheek, brushing away my tear with his thumb. He released my left hand and pulled me into a tight hug. I collapsed into him, releasing all of the tension I was holding. He held me tenderly, whispering soothingly into my ear, one of his curls tickling my nose. I finally felt my fear calming down, my shaking slowing, and my tears falling against his shoulders, soaking the fabric of his shirt.

I eventually heard the sirens. I had seen the reflection of blue and red lights in the window. I let go of Danny and he released his grasp on me. I turned to the flashing lights and the sounds of the sirens. They were near my house, down the street from my friend's house.

I started to freak out again. My body resumed shaking. The blood was sucked out of my face as if a vampire had bitten me. I took small steps off of his front porch and back on the street. My steps quickened as I stared at the police cars and paramedics truck. My steps got faster until I wasn't on my feet anymore.

Daniel had run after me and tackled me to the ground. He pushed his weight against me so I couldn't get up. "No, Danny! Stop! I must see it!"

I knew what I would see. My dead brother on the street, his small body crushed by a car. Danny must have caught on to the situation and prevented me from seeing my living nightmare.

"No! Aussie! Danny let me go!" I cried, attempting to push him off me but failing. "Austin!"

I was repeatedly calling my brother's name, trying desperately to get an answer.

"No Taylor! You don't want to see it!" Danny said, breathing heavily, his grip loosening. He was struggling to keep me in place.

I kicked my feet and managed to slide out of his grasp. I sat up on my butt and tried to stand up but Danny had grabbed my legs and pulled me to him, my backside sliding against the ground. Now face-to-face, he hugged me again, not letting go. Even through my hits and screams, he didn't let go. I looked into his eyes. He looked so sad. I couldn't fight him anymore. I gave up.

I gave in to the truth. The truth that my little brother was gone and I couldn't do anything about it. I never felt such sadness in my life. I couldn't feel anything else. I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything.

I stared into my best friend's sorrowful eyes and started to cry deeply. Danny's eyes were filling up with tears. He cried along with my wails of sorrow. He buried his face into my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Even though his body was on top of mine, I couldn't feel it. I didn't feel the familiar warmth of him. I just cried and cried.

“We didn’t get the chance to get soaked…” I said mindlessly. “I told him 'maybe one day.'”

I could hear the words but I couldn't feel them leave my mouth. “It wasn’t real… I told him it wasn’t real. I told him that! I told him…”

It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real! It's not real! It's not real! IT'S NOT REAL! NOT REAL NOT REAL NITREALNOTREALNOTREALNOTREALNOT-

And that's when I woke up.

Previous Nightmare

[thedyingmoon]

🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

~ A V X Reader set in an Alternate Universe where things are getting worse than the Qliphoth Tree. 😱😱😱

~ This is for these wonderful people who support me and this fic - @acieoj , @heaven-on-a-landslide , @ehrzeth , and @lessy86 . 🖤

~ I also wanted to thank everyone who liked and reblogged the previous parts. 🖤

~And to my new followers! Thank you so much! 🖤

~ Photo edit by yours, truly. 🖤

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IX

You closed your eyes, waiting for his lips to cover yours in sweet delight -

"Ahem,..." A voice that was magnified by a microphone was heard all of a sudden. It came from inside the mansion. "May we have your attention, please?"

You looked up at V and noticed the disappointment in his eyes. Well, he might have noticed yours, as well. Despite that, he still gave you a smile as he gently took your left hand from his right shoulder, giving it a light kiss that actually lasted for a few, heart - wrenching moments.

He let go of your hand after what seemed like an eternity, letting him receive the cane from Griffon's waiting talon.

"We must go." he said, then walked away, giving you no other choice but to follow.

"Thank you!" The announcer spoke, giving way to let the master of the house speak.

As the huge, yet charismatic, man stepped onto the platform, all of the Devil Hunters in the room became silent. They watched as he positioned himself in front of the microphone, waiting for him to finally reveal the mission he had in store for all of them. Some were excited, some not. Some were even suspicious, including Dante, Trish, and Lady, who stood at the far end of the room, safely away from the others. Nero, who prevailed from the long argument against Nico, stood alone on the other end of the room, the heavy, flowery - scented coat hanging on his arm.

It was in this exact moment when V and you finally arrived.

And right there, you immediately noticed the quick change in the atmosphere.

Like something huge was coming.

"My sincerest felicitations to each and everyone of you who answered the call." the master of the house began his introduction, looking at all of the Devil Hunters gathered into one place. "However, not only that would be said to those who would prevail against the Wrath of The Gods."

"That shit again?" Nero muttered under his breath, getting uneasy by the mere presence of the man.

"What is fatso spouting out now?" Dante, who sobered down thanks to his female companions, uttered, eyes narrowed and arms crossed. He was leaning against one of the pillars, looking uninterested and clearly annoyed by the turn of events.

"Exactly the reason why we're here." Trish answered him.

"And that is?"

"The Wrath of The Gods." Lady, who was the only one who actually looked excited among the three, said, leaning an elbow against Dante's shoulder. "Maybe the biggest gig, yet."

"We'll see about that." Trish said, smiling at her rival in a clear invitation of a challenge.

The master of the mansion made a grand gesture by spreading his arms wide, and a short moment later, multiple pieces of paper rained down upon all the guests. At first, they were suspicious but, when some of them picked those papers up, they noticed that they were, indeed, dollar bills. Dollar bills of high value that kept on falling down upon all of them.

At the realization that the master was easily giving them the huge amount of the supposed commission's pay firsthand, some greedy ones started picking them up, even fighting against each other. Some clever ones remained unmoved by the riches that was raining down on them.

"What in the world?!" Nero muttered as he picked some up, checking if they were authentic. He thought that these things only happen in action movies, so he was understandably and honestly awed by it.

On the other hand, V, who was suspicious of this whole event from the start, didn't pick one up. His eyes remained fixed on that man on the platform, and you noticed how his eyebrows furrow and his eyes ignite with a strong emotion as he focused on the outrageous scene before him.

"V?" You whispered when you suddenly noticed his trembling hand, like he was getting nervous or frightened or angry or all three at the same time. You took it and gave it a gentle squeeze, hoping it would calm him down. Upon noticing your gesture, he looked down at you and gave you a sincere smile despite his feelings of foreboding, hoping it would reassure you.

Even Dante, whose eyes narrowed even further, left the pillar, flexed his arms and warned the two ladies.

"You two," he said. "Get your weapons. Now."

"Now?" Lady complained, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

Trish placed a hand on Lady's shoulder, making her look in disdain. "Let's go." she said. She, like V and Dante, knew in her bones that something was really off.

"Infinite riches, eternal fame, and unending glory to those who are strong and brave enough to face the Dreadnought that is upon us!" The man on the platform boomed, his voice reaching the far end of the room.

"What is this?!"

"Is this some kind of a joke?!"

"What is that Dreadnought?!"

The man smirked as the Devil Hunters started questioning him like he was some kind of a false prophet. Despite that, he remained rooted to the ground.

"The Demon of the north that lies sleeping for a hundred years has now awoken! It is coming! And in its tow is its army of lesser Demons who, as I speak, walk the earth and reduce everything to ashes!"

"We'll crush that shit!"

"Yeah!"

"How can we tell if you're saying the truth?!"

The master heard the question, and as he held his huge palms up in a gesture to make them silent once more, he turned towards the window on his left, making his guests do so, as well.

And before anyone could even notice, V instantly realized that the place, and the whole city, itself, had been awfully quiet since the moment this ruse of a party started.

Could it mean - ?

"As we argue amongst each other," The man said, finally making everyone silent in nervous anticipation. "The authorities have already begun the Dreadnought operation, evacuating not only Red Grave but, all of the neighboring cities, as well, leaving only us behind. You can take a look if you want to."

"V!" Griffon flew towards you and his master, hysterically flapping his wings like something wrong was definitely happening. "It's exodus shit out there! They're all leaving!"

"Are you sure?" you asked, still unable to believe the gravity of the situation you're about to enter.

"Do I look like I'm lying?!" Griffon shrieked at your face as some guests started flocking towards the window to see the massive evacuation that was currently happening outside below the city. "Come on! What are we waiting for?! Let's get the hell outta here! We're all gonna die!"

"Who will prevail against the Wrath of The Gods?! Who will prevail against the Dreadnought?!" The man, who remained unfazed by all the potential danger he's been spouting, spoke, addressing all of the Devil Hunters he invited for the massive job. "This the end! Apocalypse is upon us!"

All of a sudden, the electricity went out, earning some gasps from the people inside.

And still, the man went on talking in all his eccentric glory.

"Will you run? Or will you hide?" he whispered, his voice ringing creepily around the deathly silent place.

Then, it happened faster than anyone could imagine. The ceiling caved in, destroying the crystal chandelier and making it fall to the marble floor in the process, missing some Devil Hunters, who dove just in time, by mere inches.

However, the chandelier was not the only thing that came down from the ceiling. Everyone nervously looked as an unknown black mass sat on the broken pieces of glass. It trembled a bit, and when it suddenly grew, forming into one tall creature of about seven feet, its sharp eyes glowed green, making almost everyone draw back in fear. Long spikes sprout out of its forearms and down its spine as its sharp - looking fur glowed unearthly green. It raised a spiked arm, drawing it like a weapon, and when its claws reached the ground, it suddenly split into four, six, eight,... twelve creatures of the same kind, disappearing into the room and leaving only green traces of blur in midair.

"Shit!" Nero cursed as he reached for his weapon -

Only to find nothing there!

"Furies!" Griffon shrieked as the whole room went into an instant panic.

"They're not Furies." V answered as calmly as he could, drawing his cane and summoning Shadow.

"Then, what are those things?!" the bird panicked as one creature grazed his left wing before disappearing in a blur once more, leaving a few of his blue black feathers suspended in the air until they fell on the ground. "SHIT! V, WHAT DO WE DO?!"

"We fight." V said as he waved his cane, making Shadow deflect an incoming attack by morphing into a set of dark spears that also wounded another creature. He looked at his right,...

... and realized that you were gone!

Where did the girl go?! V thought nervously as he glanced all over the whole chaos looking for you while commanding Shadow and Griffon to attack with all their might.

And right there on the floor, he noticed something,...

... a large piece of the white gown you were wearing, slashed into tiny pieces,...

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Not Out Home

Prologue/Chapter 1

A hundred years ago the human race did the unspeakable, bombs were dropped. Most of the population wasn't prepared for it and millions died as a result. The entire top side of the planet was laid to waste, the land is barren. Constant blowing of hot radioactive winds whip up dust and sand, changing the landscape year by year with large sand dunes. Storms are a constant reminder that our ancestors messed up, these storms drop acidic rain on the soil contaminating it further. Everything that society had known, had become accustomed to was gone in the blink of an eye. Life as they knew it, gone.

You're probably wondering how I know all of this. A small sect of the government foresaw the dropping of the bombs and acted accordingly. They built large complexes made of reinforced materials, not only to withstand the blast but also the inevitable fallout. Small buildings out cropped amongst the wasteland of a landscape. Connect by tunnels underground, and tubes above ground. These tubes are serviced every four years by volunteers, as the blowing sand weakens the tubes reinforced plexiglass. Last year was the last fix year.

I was born in one of these complexes seventy years after the bombs stopped. Growing up in school we learned what life used to be like, what the trees looked like. We learned about the animals that inhabited our planet, what day to day activities those before us did. What I'd give to have been alive during that time. To feel a fresh breeze on my face, to put my feet in a stream.

Everything is recycled, the air that is pushed through our ventilation system is recycled, as is our water. It's collected, purified, and rebottled. And don't get me started on the food.

Why does any of this matter you ask? Well, as a dreamer of times gone by I take the long route wherever I go. I walk through the plexi tubes, staring out imagining what it would be like to take a step out there.

When I saw human foot prints on the outside of the tube and large hand prints on the side I was a little more then startled. We have been told time and time again how toxic the air is outside the walls of our compound. Nothing is said to be able survive out there without the proper suits, even then four hours tops.

Chapter 1

I watched as the sands swirled in and around the steps, slowly covering them. They were definitely human, and large at that. Whoever had made them must have been heavy as the prints themselves were deep. I raised my hand to compare the handprint to mine. My hand was dwarfed by the size and I am no small woman.

I stepped back, dumbfounded, here was someone's feet and hand prints but I saw nothing leading to them or away. It was like they had materialized and vanished back into thin air. I surveyed the tan landscape before me, nothing out of place. Slowly I turned and continued my short walk to work

I work at store the sells the staples of life, preprocessed dinners in four flavors. These bricks came in chicken, beef, pork, and what's that. It's something you just can't quite put you're finger on. Some people say it taste like lamb, others say fish, hence the reason I call it what I do. None of us alive today have tasted true lamb or fish, then again we have never tasted beef, pork, or chicken either.

We also sell bottled water, and a lot of it. Our store also sells clothing, all identical. The same black pants and a polo that comes in four colors, dusty grey, dull blue, dark sand, and white.

When I say our life is boring that is no understatement.

"Julianne, you're late!" Elise, my coworker and best friend stumbled through her whispered words. "You're like never late."

"I was walking the tubes." I caught sight of my boss out of the corner of my eye, so I quickly shut myself up.

"Julianne!" He bellowed, waddling over on short stubby legs. His hair combed over his balding crown. When I said our food was crap I wasn't referring to everyone, just us in lower class. "This is the only warning I'll give, don't not be late again or I'll have them reassign you to the factories."

Elise and I watched as he grabbed a box off the table to our left. He tucked it under his short arm, resting it against one of his rolls. He turned and toddled back to the front of the store favoring his right foot.

"One day I hope he chokes on a sandwich." Elise hissed, crossing her arms.

"Most likely a stroke or a heart attack." I replied, walking into the stockroom. When I said earlier about the whole bricks coming in four flavors that only goes for lower class, like Elise and I. Fat cats like my boss, Robert, are considered upper class. They have a wider variety of foods to chose from.

He was from a wealthy back ground. His grandparents were some kind of oil tycoons before the bombs dropped and they paid a pretty penny to get in the complex. Which pretty much cemented him into a life of luxury. He can go places only other upper class can go. Places I could only dream of.

"Yeah, but choking on a sandwich would not only be far more entertaining but a fitting death as well. Anyway back to your tube story." We loaded a dolly full of boxes with the same dull clothes we were wearing.

"Right, the tube. It's was weird, I saw handprints on the side and foot prints on the ground. But there wasn't any leading to or away from the spot. Like they were dropped there and sucked back into whatever black hole they came from."

"And?" She asked excitedly, I met her eyes. I've been known to make up stories of the could of, would of, should of beens.

"I'm serious, this isn't a story." Fictional books have all been banned. The elites are worried that it'll implant ideas in the lower class that it's safe outside. Thus leading them to opening the compound doors. Not going to lie, I may or may not have a few illegal copies.

"You know as well as I do nothing survives out in that wasteland." She sighed, folding some shirts as she put them on the table.

"But what if something could? It would mean everything everyone knows is wrong."

"Would it be awesome? Certainly, cause no more Pudgy McPudgerson ruling over our lives but it's just not possible. The air is radioactive, so it can't breathe. The water is toxic, so it can't drink and nothing grows out there so no food." She shook her head, blonde hair whipped about. "The outside cannot sustain any kind of life."

"But what if they're wrong? What if they just think the air is still bad?"

"Jules, you go topside, you've seen the Geiger meter."

"Yes, I know and the numbers have never changed. What if it was damaged by the sands, and it's been broken this whole time?" I replied in a hushed tone as someone passed behind us.

"I'm sure they have someone who does maintenance on it, just like the tubes."

"I've been walking the tubes since I was ten. I've seen the crews six times fixing them and not once have I seen anybody doing work on the meter." Grabbing her by the shoulders, I looked her dead in the eye. "Something or someone was out there."

"Okay, fine, I'll humor you. So someone was out there. Where did they go? You said you saw no other prints. So where did they go?" Dang it, she had a point. I let her go, letting out a deep sigh. I felt my shoulders sag. "I don't mean to be mean, but, think about this logically?"

"You're right. It must have been a figment of my imagination." I dropped it, I knew I couldn't make a good point, at least not logically.

The rest of the day was spent stocking shelves and me trying to wrap my brain around the prints. Maybe I had been seeing things earlier or could the wind have displaced the sands to resemble foot prints. That wouldn't account for the handprints on the glass though. The last fix was just over a year ago, surely those would of been washed off in the rain. Then again could the gloves from the protective suits even make hand prints.

I was still deep in thought as I reached my locker. Absentmindedly I retrieved my jacket from it's depths.

"Earth to Jules." Elise waved her hand in front of my face.

"Huh? Sorry, I was thinking."

"Are you taking the tunnels home?" She enquired grabbing her purse.

"Not tonight, I'm going to take the tube back."

"Is that even safe?" Her brows knitted together as her voice raised a notched. There have been rumors of criminal activity that happens in the tubes at night. I have never seen it personally, nor have I ever met anyone who has been attacked either. Normally I don't take them at night, there aren't any lights in them so when the moon is gone or a storm rolls in it's pitch black.

"I'll be fine. Anyway, I'm running low on fare." I responded, shutting my locker. We walked to the front of the store together, Elise shook her head.

"I can spot you, I really don't like the idea of walking them at night." She paused, I turned to my friend, her face was etched with worry.

"Really, I'll be fine."

"Fine, since I can't get you to change your mind, will you at least call me when the home? Just so I won't stay up half the night worrying."

"Okay, mom." I teased, I pushed the door handle to the tube entrance as we parted ways.

I stepped out into the darkness, I inhaled a deep breath. Calmly I started my journey home, my foot steps echoing off the walls. I could hear the faint whisper of the sands as they whipped across the plexiglass. The path before me barely illuminated by the small sliver of moonlight that peaked around the edge of the clouds that were slowly rolling in.

I pulled my pepper spray from my pocket, yet another illegal item that I had acquired. The things you can get your hands on when you know the right people. I had only recently started carrying it after Robert had made a pass at me. He didn't like my response to his advances.

Slowly the tube began to darken completely. It didn't take long before I was surrounded by the inky blackness of the night. I took a slow breath trying to still my heart rate.

There is something about walking in the darkness that preys on your subconscious. Makes you aware of stuff that isn't really there. You see and hear things that aren't real , it's almost like it's hardwired into our DNA. Pareidolia, that's the name for it. Seeing a face in the curtains or hearing a phone ring while the shower is running.

I thought I saw something out of there as I continued walking through the tube. Whatever it was it was a good distance out, it might have been the silhouette of person I really couldn't be sure. Whatever it was, it seemed to be keeping pace with me.

I stopped, my heart slowly accelerating, as I took step to the tube wall. I pressed my face to the cool glass and wrapped my hands around my temples. Nothing just a dark void of nothingness was on the other side.

I had to have been seeing things. If it was out there, it had stopped moving and was no longer visible. I heard a plink on the ceiling of the tube, quickly succeeded by other. I couldn't see, but I knew it had started to rain. I dropped my arms to side and sighed.

I continued my walk home, my fingers gracing the cold glass for guidance. I listened to the song of the rain as it cascaded down from the heavens. Wondering if the droplets were cold or warm. A green bolt danced lazily across the sky. In that flash, I stopped dead in my tracks. The silhouette was still out there, parallel with me, I saw it just out of the corner of my eye.

Thunder rolled, as my heart leapt in my throat threatening jump from my body. My hand tremble against the wall, I knew I saw it. My mind was not playing tricks on me, something was out there. Another green flashed etched itself through the clouds, he was closer this time. He was watching me.

I took a deep breath as the air crackled with a loud rumble. I braced myself, willing myself not tremble as I again stepped up to the tube wall. I placed my shaking hands on the wall completely as I turned.

The sky lit up again, and he was standing before me on the opposite side of the glass. His dark brown hair hung just short of his massive shoulders, stringy from the rain. Mahogany eyes bore down upon me with curiosity. The thunder reverberated through the tube before the lighting had stopped.

It is at this point I wish I could say I stood transfixed, and excitedly watched the watcher watching me. Alas, I did what any normal, healthy person would do. I stumbled back screaming, losing my footing in the process and landed on my rear.

In hindsight, this was not the smartest thing I have ever done. Remember earlier how I said I could hear my own footsteps as I walked? Well, if you have stuck your head in a enclosed glass box and screamed you would know that that amplifies the sound.

Needless to say, my ears were ringing as I sprang to my feet and rushed down the hall. It was disorienting, running in complete darkness with a lazy green strobe light going off. I tripped a couple of time, my heart hammering hard in my chest, attempting to break free. Too scared to turn around to see if he was still there, I ran full speed down the enclosed corridor.

I didn't realize how far down the tube I was, but when my face greeted the door I figured out I must of been half through by the time I saw him. In retrospect, I'm really surprised I didn't knock myself out.

I threw the door open to my building and sprinted up the four flights of stairs. I pulled my keys from my pocket as I reached my apartment, the key shook in my trembling fingers. Finally I was able to get it in the lock. I turned the knob, threw open my door and slammed it behind me. I turned the thumb lock, re-locking the door behind me.

My lungs burned with that raw feeling as I sucked in air. My chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. I have no idea why I ran for my life, it's not like he could get in the building. All doors to the outside were locked and secured, there was no way in.

"What the heck Julianne?" My sister, Sasha, came bounding around from the kitchen to the living room.

"There was," I took a deep breath, locking eyes with confused woman. "Someone out there."

"Uh, yeah, that's what happens when you go to work. There's lost of someones." She smirked, leaning against the wall.

"No, outside." I rushed the window looking down, lighting lit up the sky but the ground was to far away to make anything out.

"Yeah, as I said there are people outside as rule." She jested, watching me in amusement.

"No, I mean outside outside. Not out side our place." I almost shriek, point out the window. "Out there!"

"What?" She rushed over the window, peering out. She turned and looked me, her eyes narrowed as her brows scrunched up. "I don't see anything, I think you hit you head to hard."

"No, I saw him first, then I hit my head."

"Oh, so now it's him?" She grinned, folding one arm over the other.

"Look, I saw foot prints this morning, on the outside of the tube." I stressed the second half of that statement before she could make another joke out of it. "And now I've seen him. How is this possible?"

"It's not, are you sure you saw someone? It's really dark out there." Her face was puzzled at my indignation, I didn't blame her. What I was saying didn't make any sense.

"I saw him when the lighting was going off, not just once or twice but three times. And one of those times he was as close me as you are." I looked back out the window, trying to wrap my mind around the whole ordeal. The phone rang somewhere behind me as I scoured the ground.

"Hey Elise." I heard Sasha in the kitchen. "She's home. And going on about some guy she saw outside the tube.'

'I know, I know. I'm still trying to calm her down right now. She's shaken up pretty good at the moment." I glanced over my shoulder at my sister, sighing heavily. I gave up and wandered back to my bedroom. Trying to explain this to either of them wasn't going to work.

I laid down on my bed, staring up at the white ceiling. His face flashed through my mind. He seem just a surprised to see me as I was of him. I know one thing, I was going to walk the tubes tomorrow to find him again, even if the meant all day

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What sort of world do Strumm and Shiver live in? What race (species?) are they? Do they have magic? Are they native to the world/city/plane they live on? I assume they know each other or are related to each other, if they're new at the same time -- how do they know each other?

What sort of world do Strumm and Shiver live in? 

i want to make this a world where recovery is encouraged. it’s a magical and powerful place, and so many people can do all of these extraordinary things, so why can’t we bring them up when they’re trying to function, to get better? they deserve that chance, and we should give it to them. this is an affectionate world, that teaches love and mercy. it can still have it’s cruel moments, and we’ll explore that thru strumm, but only after the matter, while they’re recovering, and trying to move past what happened. which is why i’m calling it “a delicate tale of recovery” bc i think that these things require a lot of attention, and care. it certainly isn’t an easy road to getting better, but thru the brambles and briers, there is a path, and u can make it thru. 

aside from that, magic is everywhere, it’s a near-constant, and it’s beautiful. people make elaborate shops that r so custom-designed that u recognize them as much as u would a person. no two shops r the same!! like magic, they have their own spin on them. it’s something i’m excited to explore as i flesh out this world. :~))

What race (species?) are they? 

i’m not sure on this yet tbh!! not human, and i think there’s multiple, but that’s something i’ll have to explore. I think that bodies can be shaped depending on what kind of magic they manifest, if it’s powerful enough. there are probably examples of metal Base witches that r made out of metal, in part, or entirely. or by choice!! you embody your magic, and reap what u sow!! there are some ppl who can change parts of their bodies at will, and some that are completely embodying their magic, like plant ppl, or those who have rough earth-skin, and can change the material. this isn’t for sure yet, but is a possibility. maybe corruption from magic is a thing!! we’ll have to see where the story goes :~)) it’s mostly going to focus on recovery as a main theme. i have the first few panels thought out, and then i’m going to play it a bit by ear until i get some time w the characters to hear what they need to go thru, u kno!!

Do they have magic? 

they do!! they have rly diff magic from each other, and i think everyone does, really; some ppl get water manipulation, others can make clay sculptures from mud, and marble from ordinary stone. i like to imagine there’s as many magics as there r ppl. some correlate, but it’s more common that two people will have differing magics than the same, and ofc, even if u get two with the same power, they’ve had different upbringings, so they’ll have different styles and flavor to them. someone who can summon and wield water could use it like a whip, while someone with the same power might summon water-constructs shaped like animals to attack. it’s all about training, and how creative they can get with it!! the more imagination u have, the stronger u are as a witch. witches can have more than one magic, but typically they’re born with one, and then train others under witches’ wings. (sometimes literally)

strumm’s base magic is creation. at its root, their magic can b used to create anything they can imagine. it’s really powerful, but has its setbacks. it takes a lot of focus, and concentration to make something complex. they don’t need to know exactly how things work to make them, but it goes a long way. I think people have a Base, and then their Spin on it. strumm’s Spin is mainly life, but also dreams. their ability to create is typically used to make their thoughts and dreams come to life; whether this be storms coming out of nowhere, candles popping up into existence, or giving ordinary things life. I think they made one of their blankets into a cat, and it eats yarn when it’s getting a little rough for wear to patch itself up. they made a bear for their friend joyce (who i’ll also talk about) that dispenses cough/cold medicine. it also works for situations, sometimes, and they can gently push fate into play. they were thinking of a song all day, and then heard it on the radio; or miss a person, and a few hours later, they run into them/get a message. little things like that. it’s an unreliable way of forecasting, and is a result of their imagination being pretty active. they can’t control it, and honestly they shouldn’t even be able to do these things with creation as their base, but it’s such a strong spin that they can. they can’t super control it yet tho, so it’s more of a subconscious thing when forecasting happens. 

shiver’s base is food control, and her spin is sweets, usually. she can cook really well, and hasn’t ever burnt anything, nor had it undercooked. if she wants to, she can create some foods, but the process can toy with her emotions, depending on what food. so, as a result, she usually sticks to chocolate, and desserts, bc they’re sweet, and that’s something she can live with being. she’s got thermal manipulation over any food she chooses, and can also dictate its form. so she could make a chocolate bar into a cup of hot cocoa if she wanted, and she usually does, bc it’s less work than dispensing it. she’s rly upbeat, comforting, and warm, and a bit of a mess. sometimes she withdraws for a few days to focus on her, and her friends r understanding of this. in dealing w others’ emotions, she tires herself out. she can move food around by concentrating on it, as a form of telekinesis. her favorite to move around is drinks!! they’re a lot of fun, and it’s good practice on maintaining diff forms w/o having to worry abt botching things up. 

joyce!!!! i’ve not thought abt her a lot yet, aside from a few traits, and appeance. they’re like the mom friend, and relentless abt teasing and “calling out” their friends, and joking. if anyone even hints toward being uncomf, she’ll stop immediately, tho. i think they use she/they bc i can’t decide on one. their base is weaponry, and their spin is stained glass and metals. there are many magics that can aid in fighting, and some witches will spar with each other regularly to hone their skills, and compete. joyce loves this. they can make any weapon they think of out of glass or metal, or a mix of the two. her favorite to use is stained glass, bc it’s pretty, and bc it’s a glass cannon!! it’s sharp as hell, and powerful, but breaks in one hit, but since they have manipulation of it, they can just reform it into a different weapon if they want!! the only requisite is that (for now) she has to be holding some of the original piece. so she’s got a pair of earrings that they never take off!! :~)) same goes for metal, but that’s a lot easier not to shatter. but just in case, they have some piercings from a big pole of stainless steel. they’re able to use other materials, but they’re rly protective, and choose to focus on these two. they could make a sword, and once it hits someone else’s weapon/construct, etc., change it into a ball and chain, and trap them. their fighting style is really fluid, as a result. they’re also vry strong bc they metalwork, and like the physical toll of it, and being a bit sore after a job well done, and it helps them wield heavier weapons.  

Are they native to the world/city/plane they live on?

i think there r different worlds, bc that’s so fun, and how could i not do smth space related,, it’s me. joyce is from another planet, pyrrh (like peerh), shiver and strumm live in the same town, but strumm is from a neighboring one. they don’t have guardians, so they take care of themselves. (houses dont cost money!!! in this world!! bc fuck that. there’s just an application process, and it’s all formality, like ok yeah, u want this house?? sure, sure, just dont break it, and also mail us smth once u get settled in ok to make sure ur livin there, so we dont repurpose it or anything) i’ll explore how they travel thru diff worlds at some point!! but atm i’m gonna have 2 think on it.

they all live on the same plane!! one where they can harness the inherent magic of existence to fit their own expressions, their own worlds. there r multiple planes, tho 

I assume they know each other or are related to each other, if they’re new at the same time – how do they know each other?

strumm met joye one rainy afternoon, as they were coming home from grocery shopping, and kept wishing they would get a ride from someone, and joyce, being the sweetheart that they r, had to save this poor thing from being soaked further than they were. strumm was trusting enough to get in their car, and joyce hasn’t left them alone since. gave them their number, name, and a charm to keep them safe, and went “this person is under my protection now, they’re entirely too kind, and i want to see them grow.�� n they hit it off and became fast friends. every tuesday, they get coffee, and sometimes hold hands. there’s probably going to b a relationship between them?? but also, platonic handholding is important, and joyce does this with all her friends. joyce loves physical affection, and is a big (very buff) softie, n is expressive abt her feelings.

shiver and strumm r childhood friends!! they met in a park, and napped together when they were 5-6, and started hanging out and showing each other their magic, and bonded over being able to create things!! i think base magic manifests at a very early age, and is developed over the course of several years, and never rly stops growing. they like to eat blue foods together, and will bake all the time, it’s fun!! shiver has blue hair, and grey eyes like rain, and the warmest smile you’ll see. they’re pretty cold all the time, and love curling up under blankets, and will tend to cling to ppl if she’s comf w u. also affectionate, a bit quiet at first, but once she knows u, she’ll go on n on abt life w u, and talk til she’s blue

shiver and joyce met each other thru strumm!! they’re friends, and will talk every so often, but hang out less than they each do w strumm, but they’re getting there!! they’ve had a few sleepovers, n r comf enough to sleep all over each other, n cuddle and watch movies!! im making this a vry affectionate world bc i don’t see enough of it, and i’m going 2 make it more prevalent!!!! joyce made a ceramic mug for shiver as a witching day present once, and it gets a lot of use, it’s shiver’s fav thing that they own. 

witching day is a holiday where u use ur abilities to make gifts for ur loved ones, n spend time w them!! there’s also competitions for fun, and matches that u can fight in, and it’s like a big fair, and everyone gets a paid weekend off. 

this was incredibly helpful in shaping the world a bit, thank u for asking!!! i super appreciate it!! lmk if u have any followups 

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We interrupt the month-long memorial for His Royal Highness Noctis Lucis Caelum with exciting news. Our beloved prince is alive! That's right, folks, the sexiest bachelor of Insomnia can be felled by no giant, laser-blasting daemon.

There have been numerous sightings of our lovely angel in black corduroys all over Leide, Duscae and Cleigne over the past couple of weeks, accompanied by a presently unidentified trio – likely candidates include Ignis Scientia from the noble House of Scientia, Prince Noctis' loyal Chamberlain; Gladiolus Amicitia from the warrior House of Amicitia, steadfast shield to our future king; Cor Leonis the Immortal; and Prompto Argentum, Prince Noctis' high school classmate. Anyone who is able to provide further information pertaining to His Highness' companions will be generously compensated. Please direct all relevant emails to princewatch@noctmeup.com.

In light of the heartening news, this week's issue of Noct Me Up will feature a collection of personal accounts detailing Prince Noctis' post-invasion affairs.

Prince Noctis is flawless.

This is a fact we're all very familiar with, but it appears those outside the walls of Insomnia have yet to be blessed by the blinding glory of our esteemed prince. Nevertheless, a chance encounter with his illustrious personage has sent the patrons at Hammerhead reeling.

"So, uh, everyone out here knows, if you wanna get your car fixed, you go to Cid. Best mechanic in these parts, y'know? I mean, of course you do," says starry-eyed customer, Moretum Caesar, "So anyway, I've bust my engine just that morning when I was out on an errand for ma, I don't know what I did to it, I mean if I did, I wouldn't be at Cid's. Had the car towed to the garage and Cid tells me I gotta get in line. Turns out a couple of unlucky schmucks got their car in a pretty bad shape.

"Happens all the time out here. The roads are pretty mean; they'll wear out your tires the way a pack of sabertusks'll run down a weary hunter- Sorry, got a little gruesome there.

"Anyway, the roads here ain't nothing like the shiny black asphalt they've got back in the Crown City. So I'm feeling pretty bad for these guys, might've lent a hand, I don't know, offered them some of ma's fresh leiden pepper- We've got the freshest produce in Duscae, and they're only going for twenty gil a piece!

"Uh, right, but then, when I was walking outta the garage, I saw her. No, not Cindy. The car. It was massive. Built like it could take on a behemoth. I was staring at her thinking, [REDACTED]. That's a damned fine ride. Didn't look anything like any of the cars in these parts. Insomnia-make, could tell from a mile away. And maybe I was feeling… a little less charitable towards… city-folks, you know. Probably rich kids, who've had it good all their lives.

"And that's when I saw him. Well, them. But him. Yeah, I think they were trying to go, what's the term, 'in cognito'? Yeah? Sure ain't cognito from where I was standing. They were wearing the crown's colours, all black. And the prince. Man, I ain't one of those poetic types. But I'd sure as hell try for him. See, he was running towards the garage from across the road – not looking both sides, because all the cars in the world would stop for His Royal Highness.

"I'm not being snarky. With a face like that, and an ass- this isn't going to get me in trouble with the Crownsguard, is it? No? You're sure? Well, an ass like that, all perky and tight, could stare at it for years. Not that I'd ever think of touching. Ever. I mean, he's the prince. So there's no need for any of the Crownsguard to be knocking on my door in the middle of the night.

"Yeah, anyway, he jogged over, hair flipping like in one of those fancy hair commercials. The light all golden and rosy around him, and his skin looked… astral-kissed, all shiny and soft.

"Then he stopped right in front of me, kind of looked at me through his bangs. And he said, hey. He said hey. Hey. Can you imagine? The prince! I think I was standing there for fifteen minutes or something even after they left. And that's when I was hit with the epiphany, you know."

Yes, we do, Prince Noctis is flawless.

I hear his hair's insured for ten million gil.

After assuring Tom Laesus, part-time hunter and self-proclaimed lamialogist, that no, we're not from the empire, and no, we wish no harm on the honourable Crown Prince of Lucis, the NMU team is treated to a most delightful tale of His Highness' never-ending compassion, and surprising insight into the royal beauty regiment.

"Prince Noctis saved my life! He just swooped in and, kapow, wham, bam! Magic sword! And then whoosh, right across the field. And then he did this thingy, and it was like ziiing, glowy weapons all around him. And then he pfkuk, shzoosh, krrek the [REDACTED] out of those [REDACTED] voretooths, and I swear a giant mother-[REDACTED] astral appeared and it was huge and then it was like BOOOOOM!

"And I was- Huh? You want me to back up a little?

"Okay. Yup. [I took up a hunt at] Wiz Chocobo Post. We've been running low on gil lately, and Jen – that's my little sister – needs to see her paediatrician. She's got a lung condition. And it was supposed to be an easy job.

"I'm not suicidal! One gigantoad isn't so bad. I'm a pretty decent shot, so I can kinda snipe it from afar? Anyway. I bagged the job, and I was heading back to Wiz to collect my gil. But this [REDACTED] pack of voretooths showed up all of a sudden, and they were right on my [tail]!

"I knew I had to get to higher ground or I'd be [in serious trouble]. But it was raining, and I just spent half an hour sniping a gigantoad and I was tired, which means careless; and yup, one of them messed up my ankle pretty bad, before I found a decent ledge to take cover on.

"I thought I was going to be daemon fodder for sure! The sun was setting. I was out in the wild, my leg hurt, the voretooths were still out there. We're talking major, major [REDACTED]-fest. Chances of survival looked close to nil.

"So whatever, I started yelling for help. Pretty sure no one would hear me. But… I wasn't just going to lie back and think of Lucis while daemons made mincemeat out of me!

"And Prince Noctis appeared. Prince Noctis! Can you believe it? I thought I was hallucinating. Or dead! Or dead and hallucinating! But there he was! Just schmosh! Cutting the voretooths down like they're… like they're flies!

"He had the guy with glasses hand me a potion after they took care of the [REDACTED] beasts. Prince Noctis was totally chill about it, although I think he was kinda upset that they messed up his hair? I mean, it still looked pretty [REDACTED] awesome to me!

"Uh, I might've told him I'd pay for the damages. Brain to mouth filter went down after all that splooosh. His big, brawny bodyguard dude told me not to bother – kinda implied I wouldn't be able to afford it. Which is, well, duh. I hear his hair's insured for ten million gil or something.

"Although the insurance company's probably under Niflheim control now, if it still exists-

"Guy with glasses was promising the prince to cook up some fancy tomato hair paste? While they were walking away? Prince Noctis didn't seem too psyched about it."

I hear he does car commercials. In Altissia.

The hunters around Cape Caem were a lot more tight-lipped about Prince Noctis' whereabouts, but we are nothing if not tenacious when it comes to news regarding His Royal Highness. After several days of scouting the area, the NMU team chanced upon a friendly restaurateur who's been dealing carrots with a "quite charming" group of four. We've been led to believe that the Prince's retinue is growing a farm right on Cape Caem. But it appears Prince Noctis has bigger plans than agriculture in store.

"Ah, yes. They've rather capable green thumbs, those boys," Tony Cauponi says fondly, "Even though one of them seems to detest carrots quite profusely. Such a shame, caem carrots make for a most delectable palate, quite the rage over at Cupona.

"Hm? A description of the boy? Black hair, blue eyes, I believe- About my height? Yes, I'd say about there. And a penchant for black, which his friends share.

"Handsome lads, all of them. I hear they're in the fashion industry, just enjoying a bit of nature in their free time. The blond one said something about being seaside supermodels. He was taking a lot of pictures, probably for their portfolio. That's quite important for models.

"Anything else I heard? You're fans of the lads, aren't you? Well, let's see…

"The muscled one – he's a sports model, isn't he, considering his physique – was telling his more genteel, high-fashion friend – the one with coiffed chestnut hair and glasses? – that Blue Eyes had been 'taking forever and refused to put the rod back in'.

"I think Blue Eyes replied with, 'All you did was tell me to 'put my back in it'. It was frickin' huge and my arms were tired, alright?'

"Ah. I'm not sure I want to speculate on what they were talking about. Could be plenty of things. Like sex, or… gravure modelling? Or… sex?

"The bespectacled gentleman praised Blue Eyes for his persistence and assured him that he's 'getting much better' and that he does in fact have, ahem, 'a good sense of when to relax and when to use his muscles, although he has been rather tensed lately, so maybe they ought to take some time that night to massage him properly and get him adequately loosened up?'.

"I didn't catch Blue Eyes' response, but he must've been on board with that plan, because there weren't any protests coming from his quarter.

"The smaller blond one was chattering about the quality of Altissia's beds, so maybe that's where they're heading for their next shoot? He said something getting a car on a boat, and how that'll make 'a wicked picture'.

"Huh, I'm guessing, sea-themed car commercials? In Altissia. Sounds like an interesting concept."

Well. If Prince Noctis' looking for a career change, then I'm sure his future works will be highly anticipated!

One time, he met First Secretary Camelia at a bar. And she told him he was pretty.

If that isn't enough to excite you, we're sure the next account will have you on the edge of your seats. One of our subscribers sent us an email a couple of days ago with a few attached pictures. With her permission, we're publishing the contents of the email below: (We're sure you'll find this as interesting as we did!)

Hey girls, you'll never guess who I saw down at Maagho bar.

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Tell me that isn't His Royal Sexiness Prince Naughty Noctis. I dare you. Tell me it isn't him. He's even more gorgeous in person dfdahbjvfa Like you can't see in the photos, but I swear those eye lashes are just wasted on a guy. Are we sure he doesn't use mascara? Like are we actually sure?

Anyway, he and his boy toys showed up out of the blue, looking all sensually dishevelled mmm… I wonder what they've been doing to get their hair and clothes all mussed like that. [Friendly reminder that Noct Me Up frowns upon hate mails directed at any of His Highness' love interests.] Came sashaying in like they totally do not have the empire riding their asses.

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Also, you see that second photo, where he's standing with his hip cocked and his shirt riding up? Our boy has abs! And he was totally flaunting it for his boyfriends, I kid you not. Bending over every flat surface like he's asking for a pounding. The blond one, Prompto iirc, Prince Noctis' classmate(?), he was taking photos like his life depended on it.

Ok I tried to secretly video them, and let me tell you, it was hard. It's like those boys have ESPN or something. They turn every time I have my phone camera up. But whatever, at least I got Something.

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The footage is shaky and grainy, tilted at about 60 degrees off-centre, but it focuses on Noctis' figure as he leans over a barrel – back arched and ankles crossed. Prompto laughs, bumping into Noctis' side as he enthuses about something. It's inaudible due to white noise and background static, but he's pointing at his camera. They move closer, so their bodies are pressed flush against one another, almost huddling. Ignis draws Noctis' attention after a few seconds, and Noctis turns to him. After a short exchange, Ignis leans forward. It's unclear from the angle, but one might assume the prince's advisor is taking liberties. Gladiolus soon enters the frame, casually mussing Noctis' hair with a smug grin. Noctis tries to duck. He fails, and his pout is visible despite the bad video quality. There's a bit of rough-housing, before Gladiolus abruptly freezes. He turns to stare directly into the camera, at which point, the camera spins and the feed cuts to black.

And it's like so obvious they've a Thing. I mean, c'mon. Did you not see that kiss? That was so obviously a kiss. They make such a cute couple. Or foursome. #LOVEWINS Look, all I'm saying is, if Prince Butter-My-Muffins wants his muffins buttered, then who are we to judge? Plus that's some very Fine men he's toting about, I wouldn't blame him for wanting in on that meat sandwich.

Now for the juicy deets, First Secretary Camelia popped by all casual-like to have a word with His Royal Pinchable-Cheeks. Totally not suspicious at all, no siree. Walked straight right up to Weskham and asked for his "pretty boy guests" because everyone's clearly been waiting for Prince Noctis to show up after that announcement about the Oracle.

They were talking real soft and secretive, but I swear the First Secretary invited Prince Noctis back to her apartment 'to discuss terms'. I'm betting they're here for amnesty, the prince and his boyfriends. It only makes sense, since Accordo's the only place with any sort of independence from the Empire. Am I right or amirite?

Since the treaty's screwed six ways to Sunday, he can even tie the knot with one of his boy toys. That's what couples come to Altissia for – no, not the view. Cheap marriage licenses!

You think they'll have a fake King Regis officiating, or is that too tasteless?

One time he stabbed me with his sword. It was awesome.

Our last entry comes from a mysterious man in a fedora who has identified himself as Nydra Ainuzi. He approached one of our Accordo-based NMU associates shortly after we received the email informing us about Prince Noctis' impending elopement. Nydra considers himself, "a well-informed expert on Lucian royalty, their retainers and all other matters concerning the Crown and Crystal," and he has been "paying special attention to the so prodigious last son of Lucis Caelum."

"Where do I begin, where do I begin? Oh, there is just so much to tell about the beautifully tragic Prince Noctis.

"Shall we begin with his battle habits? I think we shall. Behold, the brave and heroic Prince Noctis. He's nimble and quick and oh so skilled with his weapons, and [sharp intake of breath] dear me, is His Royal Highness carrying a moogle plushie into battle?

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"Heavens, who would have guessed that the prince was so attached to stuffed animals? To think he'd be childish enough to lug one around while fighting, such disappointing disregard for proper battle etiquette- I do need that photo back. It was stolen, as in borrowed from someone.

"Yes, a blond-budding-photographer someone.

"Well. I guess he wouldn't miss it.

"Hm, I see you're quite charmed by the prince's utterly unprofessional attachment to toys. But have you seen this appallingly indecent cosplay he did for that crass video game festival?

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"Oh, you're swooning. Yes, it's awfully risqué of the prince. What a blatant lack of respect for decorum, showing so much skin- No, you cannot have that photo. It's borrowed.

"Oh fine.

"You seem quite pleased to have seen Noctis' n- nipple. I can't say I understand the appeal.

"I beg your pardon?

"You wish to know of the prince's steamy dalliances with his secret paramours? Oho, I can definitely help you with that. Let's see here.

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"Feast your eyes.

"Indeed, how terribly promiscuous- Such unruly behaviour from a scion of the distinguished line of Lucis, no less. I'm sure you're all quite horri… fically excited.

"Because it is obviously a cause for celebration – to have a sexually active prince, enamoured with his very male attendants. No cause for concern at all. None at all. The lack of heirs would be sending no one into a state of panic.

"Do you even-

"Why, I'm sure you would even be pleased to know that the prince once stabbed me with his sword. Quite brutally. Are you excited about that, hm? Do his violent tendencies not faze you?  Do they not cloud your sunnily enthusiastic support of whatever that brat-

"I don't think I expected so shrill a reaction, but it's rather flattering to know that you feel so strongly about my well-being- What?

"Was it what? Awesome? Are we on the same page?

"Was it awesome to be stabbed by Prince Noctis' sword? I- Do I look particularly prone to masochistic tendencies? Well, I suppose being tormented and ravaged by daemons for two thousand years does that to-

"You know what, yes. Yes, it was awesome. I absolutely enjoyed being impaled on the pointy end of his magic metal phallic symbol. You can put that down in your little publication. Good day.

"And keep that photo."

And there you have it, the life and times of our ever beloved, ever righteous Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum. Watch out for next week's issue of Noct Me Up to find out more about His Royal Highness' devoted bedmates and their amazing sexcapades.

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[zenyattayatta]

Good luck with the blog, love your work so far! As for a request, I'd like to see a fic in which Reader (any gender is OK) has an ill-advised crush on Reaper, but Reader has had devastating rejections in the past and they're scared of it happening again, especially considering the object of their present affections... Sorry if it's vague or breaks a rule, this is what listening to sad George Micheal songs on repeat (esp. A Different Corner) does to my imagination. Thanks! X

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Author’s Note: Dont be sorry! It doesnt break any rules. ^^ The thing about vague request is that it gives me more room to work with. Hope this to your enjoyment!

Small warning for blood and a bit of violence.

You’re taste in partners has always been… debatable.

Quite frankly, they never panned out the way you had wanted.Rejection often leaving you regretting even coming out about your feelings.However, you weren’t one to fuss about it. Understanding that you could notforce someone to accept your feelings. You’d handled it with grace.

“Just wanted to let you know.” You’d laugh, hiding thequiver of your lip and tremble of your voice. “Thought I’d give it a shot.”

It had been a long while now since you’d last developed aliking to anyone. One too many rejections leaving a sour taste in your mouth wheneven thinking about confessing. In truth, you’d admit it even put you off fromdeveloping feeling for anyone. But now, once more, you’d found yourself in apredicament.

You sighed, eyesdrifting slowly to the curve of your leg, the bandage at your calf and the extensive tear on the formal wear you wore. It was dirty and blood stained,pieces of glass still tangled within the threads. Then you noticed a nastyscuff on the most uncomfortable but gorgeous pair of dress shoes you owned. 

“Damn, these were new too.” You mutter to yourself rubbingdown the scrape in hopes it would smooth the material once more. Unfortunately,it didn’t. “Damn it.”

You had hit a rough spot while on the mission. You needed tothink fast and bursting through the window was your only option. Bullets flewpast you, arms and legs moving in a motion to counteract the enviable work of gravity.

Yet you landed right in the arms of one of your companions.If you could even call him that. Reaper stared at you through black holes ofhis mask as he caught you. For a moment, you wonder if this is death’s finallydream. Being caught in the arms of a man you fancy more than you’d liked to tell yourself. Thestare down between the two of you seems to last ages. His arms are large andyou can feel the muscle of his tone arms keeping you from falling. There’s dust of color on yourcheeks and you can’t tell if the adrenaline is what’s making you heart beatfast. However, your thoughts are cut short as he speaks to get your attention.

“You want to get off already?” He asked, you’re a bitperplexed as to why he didn’t just drop you rather than asking but decide notto question it.

“Ah, yes.” You place an arm on his shoulder in order to keepyour balance as you find your footing. There’s yelling from above you as yourprior engagement has come into relevance once more. “Shit.” You mutter underyour breath.

Reaper looks at the hail of bullets beginning to rain abovethe two of you. It’s almost immediate that your body is enraptured in his armsagain. The wraith using his body as he covers you from the heavy fire. Hegrunts as the bullets pierce his back while as you huddle into the expanse ofhis chest. Though, as the enemy moves to reload he manages to shadow step intocover.

Reaper places you on the ground with ease, worry quicklyovertaking you. “Are you alright?” You ask trying to look over his to his back.You place a hand on his shoulder feeling for blood but find that there is none. Smoke seeps from his wound, angry and hot before the skin begins to close.

He ignores your fretfulness but doesn’t move away from yourtouch. “Do you have what we came for?” His voice

“Yes, the data has been collected and Sombra should have itby now.” You assure him before peeking out from your cover. You can see the menfrom before beginning to search the area for you. Their pistols replaced withmuch more heavy artillery than before. “They haven’t spotted us yet. We canprobably make a run for the drop ship.”

You pull yourself up slightly wincing when you notice a cutalong the length of your calf. A shard of glass having cut you during yourdramatic escape. You frown and Reaper seems to notice the rise in tensionfollowing your gaze. He sighs, twisting his neck trying to work out the kinks.

“Wait for me here.” He warns, not giving you much of anoption. “And do not move.” His tonehaving made your knees weak, as all you can do is nod with your mouth agape.You hang back, leaning on the wall while ripping the sleeveof your formal wear off. There’s the sound of men shouting before you hear thebang of gunshots not long after. Assuming Reaper is doing quick work of themen, you move to tie the ripped sleeve around the wound on your leg.  Its uncomfortable and does little to aid the possibilityof infection but you need the bleeding to stop.

“Alright, let’s go.” Reaper announces swaying towards youwhile discarding a pair of shotguns on the ground. You nod, using the wall tohelp balance yourself while your leg aches in pain. The first step isn’t so baduntil you move your weight to your injured leg. The pain is intense and youhiss at the feeling stumbling a bit in your steps. 

Reaper looks over his shoulder, watching as you limpsluggishly behind him. The blood beginning to seep through the makeshift bandageat your calf. He continues to walk on until you manage to fall too far behindfor his liking. With a growl, he turns around and walks over to you.You stop, looking at him questioningly as his arms reach outto you. One hooks at your back and the other behind your knees lifting you upeffortlessly. Heat rushes to your face and you move to protest but he speaksbefore you.

“You’re slowing us down.” He says matter-of-factly. “We’llget there faster this way.” 

You can’t argue with his reasoning. You were slowing himdown and him carrying you adds less stress to your leg. A tight pull of yourlips leaves you silent. Though, the closeness this particular situation has youin leaves your heart to beat loudly in your ears. You begin to feel the effectsof the blood loss when you start swaying in his hold. He notices too, pullingyou to lean on his chest as your eyelids begin to feel heavy. You curseyourself for wanting to stay awake to revel in the arms of your crush but thenull of sleep pulls at your stronger than your resolve. It’s not long afterthat he feels you go limp in his arms, your head on his chest and your breathingslow but steady.

He carries you until you both make it back into the hanger,settling you into one of the seats before leaving you there for the duration ofthe flight. You only wake once checking over yourself when the pilot announces your arrival at base. 

The walk back to your dorm was quiet.

You mind mulled overthe course of tonight’s events. After Reaper had cleared the area of guards,he’d practically carried you back into the drop ship. Though, your walk backinto the base was of your own accord since he had misted away as soon as you’dlanded. One long trip to the medical bay had you dismissed hours later with a “You’re fine, don’t be a baby”. Althougha bit rude, you were thankful you had escaped with the least damage possiblefor your situation.

Silently, you kicked yourself for not giving him a properthank you. Although, you knew better than to push your good luck so far withReaper, it still left you feeling awkward not thanking him. You pondered yourthoughts for a moment if you should approach him or leave the matter be.

This man killed for a living. He was known as a livingnightmare. Yet, here you were. Wondering why you wanted to thank the same manwho saved your behind three times in one mission.

You smiled dumbly to yourself. He saved me three times.

The pads of your feet flinching every time you made contactwith the cold tile. You held your uncomfortable dress shoes in your handswinging them as you walked along with a slight limp. The corridors were silent,save for the buzz of the lights and electricity, and no one else seemed to beawake at this hour. That is until you rounded the corner to your hall, findingyour ‘hero’ walking through.

“Reaper!” You called out before you could stop yourself.  The man halted before turning as you caught upwith him.

“What.” His tone was none too pleased. You stopped beforehim with a hint of nervousness rather than fear.

“I, um,” You took a steady breath, fiddling with your shoeson one hand. “I wanted to thank you.” You began, “For helping me earlier. I wasa bit surprised when you caught me, I’m sure you were too.” You laughed. Hesimply stares at you motionless. “But, uh, yea. Sorry to bother you.” You gavehim curt bow before moving to walk past him.

He blocks your way by extending a leg out. His mask movesslightly towards your, as if he’s watching you through the corners of his eyes.“Your leg.” He states, you’re a bit confused on what he means till the holes ofhis mask gaze down your calf.

“Oh!” You pipe, moving your hands nervously. “Doc said itwas fine. Just a minor graze and no real damage. Might leave a scar though.” Abit of nervous laughter is added at the end as his gaze went back up to levelwith yours. It’s quiet for a moment before he moves his leg out of the way andbrings his arms to cross of his chest.

“Do you always make it a habit of falling into people’sarms?” He asked, his tone was suddenly different. Almost as if it was flirtatious. You raise a brow before tossing him a wink.

“Only the good-looking ones.” You wink, clicking your tongueat him before stepping around him. “Have a nice night, Reaper.” You add,turning the corner towards your dorm room.  You almost feel a weight leave your shouldersas the door shuts behind you. A rush of realization hitting you with fever.

Did I really just dothat?

You place a hand over your beating chest before closing youreyes. The way he asked you was more than just a question. The way he blockedyou, his tone, and even his body language. You’d seen him work with Sombra andWidowmaker before and he always held a different aura. Though, he seemed a bitmore relaxed, maybe even playful? A wave of laughter rushed through you as youfelt giddy.

Alright, alright, takeit slow. You assure yourself. Take itslow this time. Maybe it’ll work out, you never know!  You shut your eyes, thinking at thepossibility a bit to eagerly. Maybe.

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Harvey

Date: Wed, 22 May 2019 13:39:09 -0500 From: gwen uni <unicorn2012111@gmail.com> Subject: Harvey Was A Bitch by Cutter09 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories available for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 Harvey Was A Bitch  To say that we were surprised by the impact of Harvey would be an understatement. Being in Houston for years, and having worked on oil rigs in the gulf, I had survived many bad storms. But Harvey was a real bitch.  In my area of town there had been flooding a few years earlier that had come to within a couple of blocks of my highrise apartment. They had said at the time it was a once in five hundred years flood. So, with Harvey imminent, I stocked up on food, water, batteries, etc., and planned to hunker in and ride it out. I was even smart enough to get coolers filled with dry ice for perishables.  I expected power outages, and not being able to get out of the area for a few days, but Harvey decided that wasn't enough of an inconvenience.  I watched the storm from my window on the sixth floor. The wind and rain were incredible. The lights went out fairly early in the storm, and with the flashes of lightning I could see the trees swaying as much as a forty five degree angle.  Across from my building is a very nice subdivision with large houses set on large lots. Many nights I would sit on my balcony and watch the residents around their secluded pools, thinking they weren't being seen as they did all sorts of fun things. A lot of the women liked to sunbathe topless during the day too, and with my binoculars, I got some nice views.  As I watched the storm, I happened to look down at that subdivision. One house in particular, I had seen the lady of the house blowing her hubby poolside one night. I couldn't see the pool.  I thought the storm was just distorting things, so I got out my trusty binoculars. That's when I realized Harvey was a bitch. I couldn't see the pool because it was under water. The car in the driveway was only half visible too. The last flood hadn't even come close to these people's house.  I don't know what the difference was, but within five minutes, the half visible car was no longer visible at all. The water was rising rapidly.  I didn't have a lot of time to consider the situation because another situation knocked at my door just then.  "Oh thank God. I was afraid the whole building was empty," said the young teen boy at my door.  "What are you doing out in this storm?" I asked, opening the door to let him in.  He was a full foot shorter than me at about five feet two inches [1.55 m] tall, maybe a hundred ten pounds [50 kg], tousled light brown hair, big brown eyes.  "I live on the second floor. I didn't know how bad it was, until water started coming under the door. I tried to stop it by putting towels under it, but soon that was useless. It was up to my ankles when I decided to leave, I opened the door, and the water in the hall was already knee deep. I knew the first floor was flooded, so I decide to try and find someone else still in the building. I knocked on every door on the way up. Nobody's here. You're the first one to actually answer the door."  "Where are your parents? Do they need help?"  "No. My mom just married her boyfriend. They're in Paris on their honeymoon."  "They left you alone?"  "No. My grandmother was supposed to check up on me. When we heard the storm was going to be bad, she said she'd come pick me up.That was yesterday. I think something might have happened to her."  "Do you know your mom's cell number?"  "Yes."  Surprisingly I got a signal, and handed him my cell phone. "Call her and let her know you're okay."  "Mom?... Yeah, I'm fine... I don't know where she is, she was supposed to pick me up but I think something happened... I'm with some guy on the sixth floor... Just a second. She wants to speak to you."  "Hello."  "Hello. Uh... Who am I speaking with?"  "Brandon Duncan."  ""Mr. Duncan, how bad is it there?"  "Well, I'm afraid your apartment is completely flooded. The power is out, and the storm isn't letting up. I have food and water to last awhile, so I think we'll be alright."  "We've just heard about the storm, and were going to fly home, but nothing is landing in Houston."  "Don't bother. It's going to be awhile before the water recedes enough to get here even if you were able to land. Just enjoy your honeymoon as much as you can under the circumstances. I'll keep you informed if things worsen."  "Thank you Mr. Duncan."  I handed the phone back to the boy.  "Yes Mom... He does seem like a nice guy... yeah I'll behave... Ok, love you too. Bye."  "So, what's your name kid?"  "Blake."  "Well Blake, are you hungry?"  "A little."  "I doubt that Domino's pizza is delivering tonight, so how about some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?"  He shivered as he nodded his head. I noticed his jeans were soaked halfway up his thighs.  "First, let's find you something to wear."  Leading him to my bedroom by flashlight, I pulled out an old basketball jersey from my bottom drawer.  "It might be a little big, but it will do," I said handing it to him.  Blake wasted little time in taking his jeans off. Then he removed his tee shirt too. I had the flashlight trained on him, and could see his tight white briefs in it's glow. The jersey fit him like a dress, hanging to his thighs. It was then I realized it was mesh, and I could see through it. He either didn't notice, or didn't care.  "Thanks. It feels good to get out of those wet jeans."  I made the sandwiches and poured the last of my milk into two glasses to go with it. At least it wouldn't spoil. I lit a candle and set it on the table. In its dim light, I could still see Blake's chest and and briefs through the mesh material.  After we ate, we stood at the patio door watching the storm ravage the city.  "May I use your toilet?"  "Sure. Down the hall on the left."  I started to lead him there with the flashlight, then had a thought.  "Wait. Uh... the plumbing is probably not going to work. We'll have to go down to water level and do our business in the water."  "Won't it go into people's apartments, including mine?"  "Afraid so. But they're already ruined, and that water is a sewer now too. You don't even want to know all that's in it."  He worked it through his head, and nodded."  I reached for some toilet paper. "Uh... I don't need that right now," he said.  I led him down the stairwell till we reached the water halfway up the second story.  "I never thought I would be doing this," Blake said as he tucked the jersey under his chin.  The beam of the flashlight was soon joined by a stream of urine from Blake. I slowly trailed the beam up the stream to its origin.  Blake had a thumb holding his underwear waistband down, as his other hand held his dick. It was soft, about three and a half inches [8½ cm], fairly thick, with a nice round knob. I could make out a few hairs at its base, and his balls were mashed against his cock by his underwear. I would imagine it being a really nice cock when hard.  When he finished, I turned to go back upstairs.  "Don't you need to go too?" he asked.  "I might as well, since we're already here."  I pulled the waistband of my sweatshorts down in front. It took me awhile to get my stream started since I wasn't in dire need. The whole time, Blake had the flashlight pointed at my cock.  We headed back upstairs after I finished. Blake broke the silence by saying, "I've never seen a dick that big."  "Your's is pretty big too for your age. How old are you anyway?"  "I'll be thirteen next week. You're not mad about me looking at your dick?"  "I can't complain, I looked at yours too. It's only natural. If someone is standing in front of you with their genitals on display, you're gonna look. Male or female, it's hard not to look."  "At school if you're caught looking at another guy's dick, they call you names," Blake noted.  "Yes, that does seem to be the case. It's the unspoken rule in any public restroom. But most guys are gonna look if they can get by with it."  The storm continued to rage outside as we watched from the balcony door. Blake seemed pensive, so I asked him if he was okay.  "Yeah, I guess. It just seems like this storm is never going to end. Do you think we'll be alright here?"  "We're about forty feet [12 m] above the water. If it get's this high, there really isn't anyplace safe to be. Most of Texas would be gone. If worse comes to worse, we'll move higher. This building has ten floors."  Later I showed him to the guest room and left him with a candle. I had barely settled in my bed before the door opened.  "Brandon, can I stay with you?"  "Uh... sure."  He approached the bed, and with the candlelight, I could see he had taken off the jersey. His briefs glowed in the flickering light as he sat the candle down on the bedside table.  He blew out the candle and crawled in beside me. He lay perched on the edge of the bed as if he didn't want to invade my space.  "It's okay to be scared, Blake. This is a really bad storm. A lot of people are scared right now, even grown men."  "Are you scared?"  "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared. But I know we're gonna be okay."  Blake moved closer and drew my arm around him, laying his head on my shoulder.  "Thanks, Brandon."  He lay his hand down between our bodies, and discovered I was naked.  "Brandon, are... uh..."  "What?"  "Uh... nothing, never mind. Good night."  "Good night, Blake," I replied placing a light kiss on his head. ***  It was still raining when I woke up, though some light was coming in the windows. Blake lay on his side, drooling on my chest. His morning erection poking at my hip, his hand on my own morning wood. I thought about removing it, but if he woke up at that moment, it might appear as if I was trying to place it there, not remove it.  I decided to just leave it and let him figure out what to do. I lay there about fifteen minutes until Blake began to wake. I feigned sleep as he looked up at my face. He then squeezed my cock, checking how hard it was I guessed. His hand slowly made its way down to the base squeezing it along the way. Then all the way to the head, still squeezing it, checking the length.  He stroked it a couple of times, causing me to moan slightly. This scared his hand away from me, and he rolled onto his back. So I rolled onto my side facing him. I still pretended to be asleep, as I lay my hand down on the front of his underwear.  He let out a moan as my fingers lightly gripped his cotton encased erection. I released it, then moved my hand up to his belly, to slip my fingers under the waistband. He made no move to stop me, so I proceeded down to grip his young cock.  "You have a nice dick, Blake."  "Um..Thanks. I thought you were asleep."  "I was until you played with my cock."  "I'm sorry. I woke up and it was in my hand. I just wanted to see how big it was when it was hard."  "Show me yours, and I'll show you mine," I said with a smile.  He understood the schoolyard humor, and reached for his underwear. Once free of confinement, I could see his dick was a little over five inches [13 cm] long and thick for his age. On his tiny body, it looked huge. He only had a few hairs, and a set of balls that I couldn't wait to run my tongue over.  He got impatient as I stared at his jewels. "Can I see yours now?"  I pulled the cover off us, and got on my knees in front of him.  Blake gazed at it for a moment, then his hand wrapped around it.  He looked up at me and asked, "Can I suck it?"  Thank you God for sending me this angel.  "Only if I get to suck yours too."  He leaned toward me and took it into his mouth. It had been twenty years since I had been with a boy. My best friend Aaron and I had messed around when we were about Blake's age. I have dreamed of being with a boy ever since. Now I had that chance, I was going to take full advantage of it.  I could tell he hadn't ever done this before, but he was very enthusiastic. He knew what he wanted. A cock in his mouth. He yearned to feel it, and taste it. He also wanted what was soon coming his way. A full load of man sperm.  He worked hard for what he knew was his reward. His lips and hand moved in sync, enticing the load from my cock.  "Do you want me to cum in your mouth?"  Blake nodded and picked up the pace.  "I'm cumming."  Blake's cheeks puffed out a bit as my first shot fired. He quickly swallowed, and coaxed the rest out with his hand. Swallowing twice more before slowing his motion. Then he just lovingly sucked on it.  The kid was a natural, and liked it. I had just given him his first taste of something he would crave the rest of his life. Even after taking his mouth away, he still stared at it, wondering when he would get to do it again.  That time would come soon enough, but first, it was my turn. I swooped down and swallowed his boy dick. My mind instantly flooded with the memory of sucking Aaron's dick. His silky hardness filled my mouth, reaching the entrance to my throat. Blake was so turned on by sucking me, he didn't last thirty seconds before I got a taste of his boy cream.  The worst of the storm had passed, but it was still raining. We didn't bother to dress as we went down the stairwell to stand side by side and piss into the water below.  We laughed all the way back to the apartment. Blake immediately reached for my cock. He already needed another serving of cream. Who was I to deny a budding cocksucker.  We were sitting on the sofa, when his face dropped into my lap. His lips wrapped around my cock, and he slowly sild up and down on it. He didn't seem to be trying to make me cum, it was more like he just wanted to enjoy having a cock in his mouth.  I leaned back and let him have his way. His head lay on my stomach as he nursed on my cock, almost like a baby with a pacifier. After a couple of minutes, he pulled it out of his mouth, and held it straight up admiring it. His hand slid up the shaft and swirled around the knob end before sliding back down. Then he put it back in his mouth to nurse on it some more.  "You really like my dick, don't you," I pointed out.  Blake nodded, then pulled away long enough to say "It's beautiful. And so big."  As he put his lips around it again, I slid my hand down to his butt. I squeezed his little butt cheeks before slipping my middle finger into his crack. He pressed back into my hand as I toyed with his pucker. This got him excited enough to start sucking my cock in earnest. His head bobbed up and down my shaft quickly and when he felt my balls tighten up, he took me into his throat for me to explode there.  I pushed my finger into him up to the second knuckle and worked it in and out. Blake grabbed his dick and stroked it twice before firing his load onto his stomach.  "Are you ready for some breakfast?" I asked after we had calmed.  I scrambled eggs on the side burner of my gas grill, and we sat down to eat. I had never sat and ate with a naked teenager, but hoped it wouldn't be the last time. Neither of us seemed bothered by it, in fact I think Blake enjoyed it as much as I. He had a constant smile on his face, and kept glancing down at my cock.  We were cuddling on the sofa when I heard something. A motor. I stepped to the balcony railing and looked down. There was a guy in a bass boat looking for people who needed rescuing.  I yelled down to him, "Hey! Is all of Houston under water?"  "Just about. You need help?"  "If it doesn't get any worse, we'll be alright. It would be hard to get down there anyway. We have food and water to last awhile."  "Ok. I'll swing by again in a day or two to check on you."  "Thanks. I'd appreciate it."  Blake had a smile on his face as I entered the patio door.  "What?" I asked.  "Nothing. At first I thought you were going to ask him to rescue us.  "Do you want to be rescued?"  "You already did," he said, and threw his arms around me.  Later I was teaching him to play the card game 'Spades', and he began looking a little pensive.  "What's wrong?"  "Nothing. I'm just worried."  "We're gonna be just fine. The rain will stop soon, then the water will go down, and you'll be back with your mom."  "That's just it. When they get back we're gonna move in with Lucas."  "He didn't live with you here?"  "No. He's rich, and has a really big house north of here."  "Oh? What's Lucas's last name?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't say Bishop.  "Bishop."  "Shit. He owns the company I work for. He's probably fifty years old. How old is your mom?"  "Thirty. I guess she's like a trophy wife or something. She's really pretty."  Now I was getting curious. "What happened to your dad?"  "Never had one. Mom's worked for Bishop since she was sixteen. He got divorced last year, and started dating my mom."  "Had you met him before they started dating?"  "Yeah, he's been to our place lots of times. I can't remember when he wasn't around."  Okay, things were getting clearer. There has always been rumors about Bishop and a young girl. So, putting the rumors with this information, I would guess that Bishop knocked up a sixteen year old girl, kept her and her son around, divorced his wife and now married the mother of his son, I also knew he only had two daughters by his first wife. Maybe he decided he wanted a male heir.  "Well, after this storm, I'm sure you would have to move anyway."  "You're right. I know. But now that I've met you, I don't think I want to move. I've never been so comfortable around anybody like I am with you."  He reached for my cock again. "I've never been able to sit around naked with anybody, or play with their dick, and let them play with mine, like I can with you."  "You know, I will probably have to move too. The lobby is gone, all resident services are gone, the elevator probably won't work for a long time. It will be at least a year before this building is habitable again. Maybe I'll check into a hotel near where you live, and we can still see each other."  This brought a smile to his face. "Will you really? You will still want to see me after all this is over?" He seemed surprised that I would want to.  "Of course I will. Why wouldn't I?" I asked.  "I sorta thought this was like a convenience for you. You know. Like, 'I'm stuck with this kid, I might as well get my dick sucked' kinda thing."  "I don't let just anyone suck my dick. You're a beautiful boy and I like you a lot. And you have a pretty suckable dick too," I laughed.  My cock had grown hard in his hand. He was staring at it while lost in thought for a moment.  "So... If I wanted to do more, would you?" he asked without looking away from my cock.  "More? Like what?"  He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I really liked the way your finger felt in me this morning..."  "So you want to try something a little bigger?"  Blake smiled and nodded at me.  "I'm pretty big. Are you sure you want to?"  "I trust you."  I used my fingers, then a couple of different sized candles, to stretch him a bit. With each progressively larger item, he moaned and groaned as his hole was widened, but he never said stop. In fact, he seemed to enjoy every step of the way. His dick receded at each step, then returned to rigid hardness as I worked the candle in and out.  Blake lay on his back, and I was poised at his opening when I gave him one last chance to back out.  "Are you sure?"  He smiled and pulled my cock to his hole. "Please fuck me."  I leaned down to kiss him as I applied pressure. All the prep work had helped, and I popped in fairly easily. Blake groaned into my kiss, and wrapped his arms around me. I moved slowly in and out, gaining ground with every third or fourth stroke. He moaned as I took possession of each additional inch of his chute.  At about six inches [15 cm], I tried just fucking him with that, but he wanted more. Bucking up at me, and wrapping his legs around me to pull me deeper, I gave in and slowly fed him the last three inches [7 cm] of thick cockmeat.  As my balls banged against his butt cheeks, Blake screamed out, "Oh God!"  I felt his dick throbbing between our bellies as he unloaded his cream there. When his orgasm passed, Blake's lips met mine again, and he humped his hips up at me wanting more fucking. I obliged, and started to pound him pretty hard.  This kid was born to be fucked. I've never had a woman who was as enthusiastic and responsive as Blake was. His moans of pleasure in my ear were just as exciting as his tight tunnel gripping my cock.  His second orgasm pushed me over the brink, and I unleashed my cum in his colon. I collapsed on top of him, and we both tried to recover.  "Are you okay?" I asked after a couple of minutes.  "Couldn't be better," he whispered.  I started to pull away. "Please don't take it out yet. I like the way you feel inside me."  Looking down at him I said, "Where have you been all my life?"  "The first fifteen years or so of it, I wasn't born yet," Blake laughed, causing his ass to squeeze my cock.  "Just for that..." I said, and jerked my cock from his butt.  "Ooh... That was mean," Blake complained.  "It's up to us old guys to teach you young whippersnappers a lesson."  He pulled me back for a kiss. "Lesson learned. Now put it back in me."  "Later. Let's get something to eat."  Blake made his way downstairs to our toilet, as I grilled steaks and roasted corn on the gas grill. The rain had slowed, but still coming.  "The water didn't get to the third floor, but almost. And I think it's gone down some."  He sat with a big grin and watched me going to and fro as I prepared our dinner. His gaze never far from my swinging cock. When I sat the plates on the table, he stood on his toes and leaned up for a kiss. I leaned down to kiss him, and his hand grabbed my cock.  "I feel like a girl on her honeymoon, and I can't wait till my husband fucks me again."  I didn't make him wait too long. As soon as it was too dark to see, we went to bed. Blake was so anxious, he practically raped me. He pushed me onto my back, straddled me, and impaled himself on my pole. In the flickering candlelight, I watched his face. There was nothing but pure bliss to be seen. His dick was hard and drooling as he rode me. He soon squirted out his first orgasm, and I flipped him over and fucked him hard. ***  The man in the bass boat returned, but we declined assistance. The water slowly receded, and we spent the time fucking and sucking as it did.  As suspected, there was nothing in his apartment worth saving. The lobby area was even worse, and I knew I was going to have to move.  When I heard the first cars moving down on the streets below, I told Blake he should get dressed.  An hour later there was a knock at the door. Blake's mom and her new husband were happy to see Blake.  "As soon as I heard your name, I knew Blake was in good hands," my boss said.  "How is that sir?" I asked, taking his offered handshake.  "I make it a point to know about my employees. I told Tammy to relax, that you would make sure Blake was safe."  I wasn't aware that Mr. Bishop even knew my name.  Blake's mom still had him in a strangling hug as Bishop said, "Pack a bag. There's no reason to stay here. You're coming with us."  Blake told of how scared he had been and that I took really good care of him. He loved telling how we used the staircase as a toilet.  "Just think Mom, you probably walked through my poop on your way to the apartment."  She turned to her husband and said, "I'm throwing these shoes away." Which brought a laugh to everyone.  Bishop's house is excessively huge and luxurious. I was assigned a bedroom next to Blake's. I was a bit apprehensive when Blake snuck into my room the first night. That didn't stop me from planting his face in the pillow and fucking the life out of him.  It was two weeks before I could get my stuff packed and moved. Bishop gave me a condo in the building across the street from our company headquarters. I got the impression it was where he had taken sixteen year old Tammy and put Blake in her belly. Probably spent many a lunch hour there with her since then too.  My new position as 'Head of Operations' pays double what I was making before, and Bishop never questions the amount of time I spend with Blake.  He has however mentioned how well Blake fills out a speedo, then adds "As I'm sure you know." I suspect he knows about our relationship.  He says Blake and I are like the two sons he never had. I know that I am the only one that isn't his son, and since Tammy is pregnant now, maybe he'll have another.  Yes, Harvey was a real son of a bitch to Houston, but it was great to me. The End © Cutter09 Please send comments: Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! Do you enjoy having access to all the great fantasy material and also having a place to share your own stories without having to censer them for a general audience? Please donate to Nifty and help support and maintain this free service. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html