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[white-shadow25]

Getting Back

Tyki Mikk x Fem!Reader

She squeezed her eyelids tightly, but the intensity of the sunlight that had appeared so suddenly was unavoidable. As her eyes adjusted to the landscape in front of her, discomfort gave way to confusion. She was standing outdoors, in the full light of day.

The warm rays of the sun caressed her face and slid over her shoulders, creating a stark contrast to the wintry cold she had felt before lying down in her bed just moments ago. Because it's winter, she thought.

She looked around cautiously. She was on a path in the middle of a forest. She could see the end of the trail from where she stood, and overcome by confusion, she began to walk towards it. It wasn't until she took a step forward that she realized she was carrying a backpack on her shoulder. With desperation, she checked its contents: two changes of clothes, her glasses case, a toothbrush, medication, a charger, and her phone.

She took the small device, still bewildered, and attempted to locate herself on the map. "No signal," she murmured as she sat on the ground, observing her surroundings. The breeze gently swayed the leaves of the trees, and the sound of the forest was comforting. Could I be dreaming? The idea began to solidify in her mind. I must be! There's no other logical explanation!

She jumped to her feet, Not to mention that my dreams have always been strange. Feeling more relaxed and now filled with a new and insatiable curiosity, she cautiously descended the path.

The only thing that doesn't make sense about this is that I don't usually question my dreams until something truly impossible happens, she thought, remembering the dream where Circus Baby was chasing her, and she was flying away. Now, that was a weird one.

Upon reaching the end of the trail, the trees gave way to a picturesque village that stood, warm and welcoming, taking center stage.

It was indeed a small village, but there were three important things to note. First, the image before her eyes was that of a landscape she had never seen before; it wasn't awe-inspiring or magnificent, just entirely unfamiliar. Second, everyone in the village was dressed in accordance with a bygone era, something resembling the 19th century. And third, despite never having been there, something about this place felt eerily familiar. It was hard to describe. She had never set foot in this village, but there was something about the colors, the buildings, the attire, and the sounds of the people that felt strangely familiar.

It looks like something out of an anime, she thought as she debated whether to enter or not. In my dreams, there's always something chasing me, whether it's a forest animal or a mob of outraged fanatics.

She walked along the outskirts of the village, casually hiding among the trees to avoid prying eyes, exploring the small town that stretched before her.

In the distance, there was someone, a figure that stood out from the crowd. A tall man dressed in period attire, with a top hat and a coat, set him apart from the rest. But whether in a suit or rags, from afar or up close, there was no way she couldn't recognize that silhouette.

"No way...," she whispered, hiding behind a tree as she watched the man calmly walk away from the village entrance. It is a dream after all! She silently slipped closer to him. I never manage to control the dreams where Tyki appears; I have to take this opportunity.

She followed the man closely, calculating her steps and making sure to produce the least noise possible. There are two possibilities, she deduced, observing the man's attire and maintaining a prudent distance. He has just met with the Earl, or he's about to meet with him.

What do I do? Where do I steer this dream? I mean, it would be nice to spend time with him; becoming his friend would be a dream come true, literally, she sighed, her eyes glued to the ground. But how do I get closer? It's not like I can surprise him; the man would kill me befo—

She came to an abrupt halt. Her eyes widened as she realized her mistake. Her breath caught for a moment and then became slow and heavy. Her hands began to tremble as she somehow summoned the courage to lift her gaze. She cautiously scanned the path as it stretched out before her, praying that the lethal man was still in sight. When she finally raised her head fully, she couldn't see him. He wasn't there.

She took a step back, fear trembling in her legs. Her back felt the impact of a solid surface, and, as if knowing what would happen, she opened her mouth reflexively, inhaling as much air as she could until a warm and firm hand cut off her airflow. Instinct led her own hands to try to free her throat from the attacker, who, with his other hand and without the slightest effort, managed to immobilize her completely.

"So," [Name] felt the soft caress of his lips on her ear, "who are we looking for?"

She remained still, cold and static. Relax, she thought. Choose your words carefully and appear harmless. For now, regaining oxygen is a priority.

[Name] gently caressed the back of Tyki's hand with her pinky. He opened his eyes and almost dropped his cigarette, but of course, being behind her, [Name] wasn't able to notice it, though she could sense the slight murmur of confusion, even though he refused to let it escape from his throat.

"I would like to answer," she said with great effort; her throat was beginning to burn. "But you see, it's kinda hard when you can't breathe."

Tyki responded with a small "mhh" and loosened his grip on her neck. "Alright, missy. Now, if you don't mind, I'll take the liberty of asking for your name."

"[Name] [Last Name]," she replied instantly, with an attitude that tried to appear cooperative. "Although everyone calls me [Name]," she added after a few seconds.

"Well, [Name], I'm—"

"Tyki Mikk, the Earl's third disciple," Tyki officially dropped his cigarette. In the split second it took him to realize, he grabbed the young woman by the jaw and forced her to face him. For a moment, she thought he looked younger than she remembered. "What?" she asked innocently. Her big, bright eyes locked onto his, golden and icy.

"What's a little creature like you doing alone in the forest?" the noah asked after a while, once he had made sure that the figure clinging to him carried no innocence.

"I got lost (and I'm not that small, you barely top me by a head)."

"Oh, is that so?"

"That's right."

"And were you following me because you were lost?"

"Yes," she looked him in the eyes. "I was following you because I wanted to ask for directions, but," she shrugged, "I'm a bit shy, so I was gathering courage. And... trying to find the right words so you wouldn't kill me."

"Although it seems I failed miserably."

Tyki looked at her impatiently. Oh man, please, at this rate, I'll wake up from the scare, she thought before adding, "I'm looking for the Earl." Tyki's fingers tensed.

"Why?"

"Well, that's the thing. You see when I said I was lost, it wasn't just a figure of speech. I think he can grant me asylum."

Tyki looked at her bewildered. If I remember correctly, Katsura said that during the early phases of D. Gray-man, Tyki expressed his thoughts with his face. Seeing him like this, up close, I have to admit he's quite transparent, she reflected. He must think I'm stupid. It's not really a lie, but it still hurts.

"The Earl?" he scoffed. "Why would h—"

"Because," [Name] cut in, elongating the "a" in a childish chant, "I have information." She took note of the smug look he had acquired upon hearing her feeble excuse.

"Listen, you don't have to trust me, just confirm that I'm weak (which is true) and I pose no threat of any kind. I promise I won't waste your time, and I know that Adam will find what I have to say interesting enough to at least warrant an audience with him. You can kill me at any time if you think I'm up to something suspicious," Tyki pierced her with his gaze, there was no other way to put it, he was trying to intimidate her, although, to his surprise, she smiled genuinely at him. "Literally," she added, "I have no innocence, and even if I did, I know full well I stand no chance against you in combat, let alone you and the Earl."

Tyki considered the possibilities and came to the conclusion that she was right. Whether she was a deserter from the Order or whoever, she wasn't dangerous, and if she did have valuable information, he had nothing to lose by bringing her to the Earl. Not to mention that she not only knew he was a Noah, no, she was more specific than that, ‘the Earl's third disciple,’ she had said. He didn't even remember that about himself. At the very least, he could confirm that she did indeed know a thing or two.

"Very well," Tyki released her slowly, took off his hat, and made an incredibly graceful bow. The man moved with feline fluidity. "Tyki Mikk, at your service."

[Name] raised an eyebrow as she rubbed her newly liberated wrists. "How gentlemanly," she recalled.

It wasn't until that moment that he took the time to observe her. A young woman, probably not older than twenty-three, she wasn't ugly, nor would he say she was a beauty. The lady in question was quite average, from her height to her features. She had nothing outstanding about her, although he admitted, to himself, that she had a charming sparkle in her gaze. He didn't have much time to think about that; his attention was completely and utterly stolen from her face to her attire. She was wearing strange clothes, and although he had never seen anything like them before, he noted that they eerily resembled something familiar.

"If I'm not mistaken," [Name] said abruptly, shaking him from his trance, "your memory should have records of this clothing." He looked at her with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. She just shrugged. "You couldn't stop looking, and I'm aware that the local fashion doesn't resemble it. I assumed it would catch your attention sooner or later."

This is the most narratively coherent dream I've ever had, she noted in her mind.

Tyki took another cigarette from the pack in his pocket, still not taking his eyes off her clothes, then nodded. "How do you know?"

"I don't. It's just a theory for now," Tyki raised an eyebrow around her to prompt her to elaborate, but [Name] just looked away, slightly embarrassed. "I'll tell you after I talk to the Earl."

"How mysterious."

"I'd prefer to keep it while I’m around you," Tyki responded with an inquisitive "mh," offering her his arm like the gentleman he had been taught to be. "Well, if you find me interesting, there are fewer chances you'll kill me on the spot. If you get bored of me, on the other hand, well... I don't see a tomorrow in that."

Tyki smiled to himself. "You seem to know me quite well, and yet, you're not as scared as most people."

[Name] chuckled softly. "By most, do you mean exorcists?" she asked. "You know, those who are your enemies? Those you're supposed to exterminate?"

Without looking away from the front and with a charming smile on his lips, he asked, "What makes you think your situation is different?"

"That you have no reason to kill me. Not yet, at least."

"Not yet?"

[Name] shrugged. "The Earl might not like me, then you'll have a reason to want to eliminate me, or to be ordered to do so."

They walked the rest of the way in silence, mainly because [Name] was trying not to reveal information until she deemed it appropriate, meaning once she decided what to tell the Earl. They covered a wide stretch of the forest until they reached what appeared to be an abandoned train station. [Name] could see the chubby, green figure of the Earl knitting on a bench.

Tyki noticed how [Name] tensed her muscles and relaxed them with each breath.

Well, this is it. This is the moment, she thought. I guess based on this, the rest of the dream will be decided.

"Tyki, good—" the Earl stopped himself when he saw her. His ears perked up and then lowered as he tilted his head, like a confused dog. "Who is that?"

Tyki let go of her arm and placed her in front of him, resting his hands on her shoulders to respond, "Good morning, Earl. This young lady next to me is [Name][Last Name]. She said she had 'information' that might interest you."

The Earl lifted his head slowly, examining the young woman from head to toe. "A deserter from the Order, perhaps?"

[Name] took a step forward. "No," she took a deep breath, "I'm going to reveal something to you. Something important," she added, "And all I'm going to ask is that, before you decide whether to believe me or not, you allow me to state my case."

Tyki raised an eyebrow skeptically while the Earl carefully set his needles and yarn next to him on the bench.

Now or never, she encouraged herself.

"I probably shouldn't start like this, but I can't think of any other way to say it... Well, I'm almost certain that I come from the future."

[Name] could hear Tyki trying to stifle a laugh behind her.

The Earl, on the other hand, didn't find it funny. "Miss, you have a very poor sense of humor."

[Name] frowned. "Actually, you're right, I do laugh at very bad jokes, I won't lie, but that’s not related to what I just said."

Adam lowered his head and shook it slightly. "You've brought me an unfunny clown."

Tyki removed his hat and made a very slight bow with an amused smile on his face. "Yes, it seems so. My apologies, let me—"

"Wait!" [Name] approached the Earl and looked into his eyes. "I know it's hard to believe, to be totally honest, I'm more inclined to think this is a dream than reality." She sat down on the bench next to the Earl. "So, I don't really care much about the consequences of my actions, but I prefer to stay asleep a little longer, and I'm sure that if you execute me in the dream, I'll wake up (and I don't feel like studying for my exams or looking for a job right now)."

Tyki was leaning towards believing that the woman he had found in the forest was crazy, and Adam almost agreed with him. However, there was something about her that left him unsettled. He decided that trying wouldn't cost him anything, so he added, "Then, Miss [Last Name]..." She raised her hand and cut him off before he could finish the sentence.

"I’m sure I said, let me finish stating my case before deciding whether to believe me or not." She leaned closer, closing the distance between her and the Earl. "May I?"

The irreverence caused him a nervous tic, but out of sheer curiosity, he gestured with his hand to invite her to continue speaking.

[Name] let out a breath through her nose and relaxed a bit. "Now, here's my evidence, because, of course, I don't expect you to simply believe me (I wouldn't)."

She turned in her seat toward the Earl. "As I've told Tyki, I have information from both the past and the future. If you promise not to get defensive, I will reveal something from your past and something from your future, so you can draw your own conclusions."

The Earl's ears perked up again, and he chuckled softly. "Very well."

[Name] reached out her hand. "Deal?"

"Deal," said the patriarch, shaking the offered hand.

"Okay."

Now, the question is, what do I tell him? I can't tell him anything he doesn't know about himself, like that he split in two about fifty years ago, no, or that he's actually Mana Walker.

Tyki decided to approach to observe the scene. The young woman who had presumably lost her mind was looking at the ground at her feet while playing with her fingers. She seemed truly lost in her thoughts until a spark lit up her face when she met the Earl's gaze.

"You killed Nea D. Campbell around thirty or forty years ago, and you're looking for the musician who can move the Ark."

The Earl stopped breathing for a moment, and both [Name] and Tyki noticed the tension in his body. Tyki, in particular, could detect the slight nervous tremor in the patriarch's hands. As he had suspected, even if this girl was crazy, it was evident that she had information. Not even he knew about that. He didn’t even know who Nea D. Campbell was.

"While that is confidential information—"

"Cross Marian also knows about it, yes. And he could have told me if he knew me. I don't really think he would, but it's a logical conclusion that I could find out about this from someone else. That's why I'll add a detail about your future. To place me in time, tell me, have you happened to meet any cursed exorcist recently?"

The Earl looked expectant, she was managing at least a bit of information; that seemed to be true. "No."

[Name] nodded. Then it's safe to assume I'm somewhere before the original story begins, she thought.

"You'll hear about Nea again. Since I don't know exactly what year it is, I'll take a risk and say it will be in about three or four years... Although, well, since you all reincarnate, I don't know if that's something you wouldn't know..."

The Earl stopped hearing the woman in front of him. Yes, it was true that he had suspected he would see Nea again, but he hadn't dared to guess a date.

With narrowed eyes, he returned his attention to the girl who was still babbling, now lower, definitely more for herself, and asked her one more thing: "How do you know?" he demanded, shaking her out of her monologue and bringing her back to the conversation.

"I read it," she answered immediately, without even thinking about it. "You see," she scratched her neck and looked at the ground, as if trying to find the words in the earth to explain, "where I come from, there's something like a history book."

"In fact, it's more like a biography than a neutral textbook about the war, so I lack details, especially about the noah. It's fair to admit from the start that most of the information I have comes without exact dates and is very centered on this specific exorcist, so everything I know revolves around him. Still, I have vague details about your past and future. The thing is," she explained, gesturing with her hands, "I didn't finish the book, so I have very limited information.

"More specifically, two years of events from when this exorcist joins the Order."

Tyki unconsciously bit the filter of his cigarette. What this woman was telling him sounded unreal, impossible, but somehow, feasible. No wonder she thinks it's a dream, he thought. After all, if what she said was true, he wouldn't believe it either.

The Earl was beginning to open up to the possibility that everything [Name] was telling him was indeed real, but he remained skeptical.

[Name] noticed it instantly and, looking at Tyki, jumped from her seat.

"You!" she pointed with a shout. "I have an idea," she said, still pointing at Tyki. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but Tyki can pass through anything, right? Anything belonging to this world, which is why you can't pass through innocence because it's not from 'this world'."

The Earl chuckled softly. "What are you suggesting?" he asked, having a light idea of where she was going.

"Well, I'm not sure if it will work, because the future still belongs to 'this world.'"

Since I definitely didn't come from the future, if this dream remains as coherent as it has been so far, it should work without any issues, she thought.

"But I understand that it's physically impossible to travel back in time, so what about," [Name] raised both index fingers in parallel and separated them a bit, "instead of coming from the future, I come from a parallel world with a different time?"

Adam arched an eyebrow, hidden under his hat. His eyes fixed on the finger a few inches from his face.

"Come on, don't make that face. You came here somehow, right?" The Earl raised his head suddenly to face her. "Yes, I know about that too. Now, back to the important, if my conclusion is right (which I doubt), Tyki shouldn't be able to pass through me. In fact, I'm inclined to believe that if Tyki can't pass through me, Wisely won't be able to read my mind, Sheril won't control my body, and Road won't be able to take my mind anywhere." She looked at the Earl with determined eyes. "And since I'm betting on all or nothing, I'll also say that you won't be able to absorb me."

Adam pondered it for a moment; in a way, everything she said made sense.

"And what if you're wrong?"

[Name] smiled. "All or nothing, sir. If I'm wrong, Tyki kills me."

Tyki watched her with wide eyes and a mouth that looked somewhat like a nervous smile. She's insane, he thought. He looked over the young woman's shoulder at the Earl, who gestured for him to come closer.

“Tyki, may I entrust you with this task?”

The Noah sighed in resignation and shrugged. If she really didn't care for her life, there was nothing he could do about it.

[Name] and Tyki stood facing each other, less than a meter apart, with the Earl watching from the bench.

"You know? Maybe if you beg a little, you might save yourself from this."

[Name] shook her head, and Tyki noticed the excited smile she was trying hard to hide. “Honestly, I think I'm more curious to know if this will work out than he is.”

Totally out of her mind… but 'I'm more inclined to believe this is a dream than a reality' that's what she had said. She really thinks she's dreaming, he concluded. Well, is better to die like this.

Tyki decided to be merciful and handle things delicately. He brushed the fabric of her shirt with just two fingers and looked her in the eyes. "Any last words?"

She gazed at him with an intensity he couldn’t recall ever seeing. After a cute mouth twitch and a glance around the place, she looked back at him.

“Did you hear about the Italian chef who died?” Tyki frowned, totally bewildered. “He pasta-way.”

Officially, the noah lost his second cigarette of the day. He bit his lip trying to restrain himself from smiling, but failed. The absurdity of the moment overwhelmed him, and he burst into laughter that he could barely control.

When he had finished, he straightened up and caught the young woman looking at him with soft eyes and a gentle smile played at the corners of her lips. A faint pink covered her cheeks, and she let out a small giggle.

"You have a really lovely laugh. It's a pleasure to hear it before I die."

Tyki blinked with a silly smile on his face, unsure of how to react. While he was used to flirting, this was different. And absurd. Absurd above everything else. Although he couldn't deny that it was the nicest compliment he had received in a while.

Tyki sighed. All of a sudden, he no longer felt like killing her, but a job was a job. He placed two fingers above her heart again, with every intention of making it as painless as possible, and swiftly pierced.

He withdrew his hand immediately and shook his wrist as he felt the sudden pain in his fingers. [Name] was on the ground in front of him, gently rubbing the area where he had just hit with a wince curving her lips and furrowed brows.

"Ouch," she whimpered, still softly rubbing the spot where he had poked her just a moment ago. "I didn't think that if it didn't work, the impact would hurt."

The Earl interlaced his fingers and watched the scene without a word.

Tyki glanced at his hand, then at the young woman on the ground. His eyes widened again, and he was thankful he didn't have a cigarette in his mouth, as he would have lost it once more time. He leaned down next to her and grabbed her arms, applying force in an attempt to pass through her.

"Hey!" [Name] called, trying to break free from his grip. "You can do the same without hurting me, you know?"

From the future, Tyki saw the young woman in a new light. Does she really come from the future?

"Very well."

Both [Name] and Tyki turned their heads abruptly toward the Earl, realizing they had forgotten about him.

The Earl kept his gaze fixed on the scene before him as [Name] and Tyki interacted. The situation was incredibly strange, but the young woman had provided evidence that was hard to ignore or completely dismissed.

"As difficult as it may seem, I am inclined to think that everything you say is true," the Earl declared finally, breaking his silence. His voice was calm and thoughtful as he continued to watch [Name] and Tyki.

[Name] jumped up. "Really?" Adam just nodded. "Well, that's good news," she said, placing her hands on her hips. "I can't even fully believe it myself," she added, her laughter fading as she noticed the persistent pain in her chest. It wasn't unbearable, just what you'd expect after someone forcefully jabbed two fingers into you. But there was something unsettling about it.

The noah, who had noticed the nervous and almost hysterical atmosphere surrounding the small figure, stood up and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Missy?" he asked, watching as she rubbed the area where he had tried to penetrate. Just as he started to wonder if he had hurt her too badly, she murmured, "I've never felt pain in a dream before," she turned slowly to see his hand on her shoulder,  “nor… warmth."

She opened her eyes wide as acceptance settled into the depths of her mind. A wave of nausea washed over her, and her vision blurred. Her heart adopted a dangerous rhythm that threatened to burst out of her chest, and her legs turned into jelly, barely able to support her weight. It felt as if the ground had been ripped out from under her feet. She clung to Tyki's arm for support as she struggled to breathe.

Tyki witnessed the scene in slow motion and managed to catch her before she completely lost consciousness. It's not a dream anymore, is it? he thought. He held her in his arms and looked at the Earl.

"What should we do with her?"

Adam looked at the unconscious body in Tyki's arms. "We'll take her with us for now. That's what she wanted, right?"

Tyki nodded. "She mentioned needing a place to stay."

"Very well, then. It's settled," the Earl said, his ears twitching up and down one last time. "Let's go. We're already running late, and on top of that, we'll have to add an extra seat at the table."

The Earl made a mental note to find some proper clothes for their unconscious guest. He watched as Tyki performed a complicated maneuver to lift the young woman's backpack and added, "Be careful. You're carrying a very special guest."

[octibee]

fuck it saw art dump

[mothiidae]

just met the main group and it the dynamic feels as if yakou is the babysitter to a bunch of errant detectives.

close ups of each of the characters are below because damn, i did not plan for how long this would be

[sharkpeeko]

yugioh chap 5

og image

[oyster-mash]

Majimama

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 39

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Sex (but there's plot this time I swear)

Fu-sion Ha!

"As far as Kid's punishments go, this isn't the worst," Heat offered.

You were stripping off your pants in a supply closet. "Oh yeah since cumming on the deck in front of everyone because it feels like you're getting fucked in the ass is fantastic!" You bitched at him sarcastically. 

"Maybe no one noticed." His usual frown twitched up in a smile. 

You paused to stare at him. "Heat. I think they noticed." He managed to pin you, only because Kid was fucking interfering, and by the time he put his forearm across your throat Kid had worked you up so much that you failed to conceal your eyes rolling back and your hands gripping the front of Heat's corset. And the way you cried out was just a little too enthusiastic to be from pain. 

"I had half a boner the whole time if that's any consolation."

You tugged your shirt off. "You must not pay attention because everyone has at least half a boner when they spar with me. Usually after I get their head locked between my thighs." You smirked. 

Heat pushed you up against the wall. "I'm only not paying attention because I'm imagining it's me there instead." 

You rolled your eyes. "Wow, what a charmer." 

He picked your legs up on either side of him, pressing your back into the wall for support. He had his pants down far enough to free his cock, which was now pressed up against your stomach. You looked down, checking to see that his half boner was now a full one, as it should be. Was it a requirement to have a big dick to be an officer? You lifted your self slightly so he could direct his cock to your entrance. He let you move first, so you could sink down on it at your own pace. You sucked a hiss through your teeth. Your cunt was already twitching around him, made sensitive from your untimely orgasm earlier. If he was worked up as much as you, this wouldn't be long. Heat leaned in a way where he could get a better view of where your bodies were joined, watching for a minute before pressing a thumb to your clit. You were impressed that he was holding you up with one arm, even if some of your weight was supported by the wall. You watched his length pull almost all the way out before slamming back in. 

Without warning, the door to the supply closet opened, revealing one of the rookies. "I- sorry I- j-just needed a m-mop." His face was so red it was nearly purple.

"If you don't shut that fucking door, I'm going to cut off your head, shove a handle in it, and mop the deck with your hair," you snarled at him. The door slammed shut before you finished saying the last word.

Heat pressed you harder against the wall, increasing his pace, and biting your neck. "You're sexy when you threaten people," he mumbled against your skin.

"You're ngh-next if you don't m-make me cum."

Heat grunted in acknowledgement. He grabbed your hips and brought your pelvis down hard on his own, until there was a steady stream of curses tumbling from your lips. Heat licked his lips and pressed them against your own. He brought his hand up to your throat and squeezed, remembering how much you liked when Killer did it and how you came when he put his forearm across your neck during your sparring. You groaned into his mouth. Heat didn't think you knew you were doing it, but your nails were leaving angry red stripes down his back. 

"H-Heat." You didn't have to say anything else. Your glassy eyes and head lolling back told him you were almost there. That look alone had him cumming. You felt his cock throb as he unloaded in you. Fuck it was hot to watch him unravel like that. Feeling the wetness leak onto your thighs, your own orgasm washed over you. Heat grunted as your pussy milked him for all his was worth. He stayed buried in you with his head nestled in your neck until his dick started to soften. You were definitely going to have to get new panties with the amount of cum that was dripping down your legs. 

Both of you got dressed, leaving the supply closest in a much more relaxed state than you had been in when you entered. "By the way," you told Heat, "I would have won in normal circumstances." 

He laughed. "Guess we'll need a rematch." He reached to smooth some of your hair that had gotten wild. 

"Heat, have you been in there this whole fucking time?" Wire walked up, looked pissed. "What the fuck were you doing?" He looked between the two of you and answered for himself. 

"Inventory," Heat said quickly.

"Fucking," you said at the same time. You looked at Heat and then at Wire. You cleared your throat, "Multitasking." 

"'Multitask' on your own time." Wire put it in air-quotes. 

Heat punched him in the arm. "You're just jealous."

"If you need me to help you with inventory some time, let me know," you ventured, unsure if you and Wire were on joking terms yet. 

Wire's face turned red and he quickly spun on his foot to retreat to the helm. "Get to work, assholes!" 

Kid found you and Heat later to release you both from his torment. Then, the rest of the day, you spent cleaning every barrel on the ship, gun and cannon alike. When you finally finished with everything, you went to the galley to help Killer. You hadn't really seen him all day and you wanted to. Was it weird that you sought his attention? Not even for anything nefarious, you simply liked being around his calm presence. When you got to the galley, he wasn't there yet. You busied yourself with the usual prep work. This time, you cheated. You don't know why you didn't think of it sooner. All the veggies were cut into perfect cubes thanks to your devil fruit. Killer was never going to buy that you did it by hand. 

In your boredom waiting for him, you decided to play with your powers some more. You grabbed an apple and a banana. First, you turned the apple into a banana and took an experimental bite. Banana. Then you turned the banana into an apple and tried that too. Next, you decided to combine them. You ended up with a banana-shaped fruit with shiny red skin like an apple. It had a texture that was somewhere in between the two and it tasted like a mixture as well. You were contemplating the implications of this new use when Killer finally showed up. 

"Oh! Hi Y/N." Killer sounded like he was surprised by your presence in a good way. His attention was immediately on the veggies you prepped. "Either your knife skills have improved exponentially or you used your fruit." 

"I might have." You showed him the fruit you created. "Behold. A banapple." 

He inspected it, taking a piece and eating it through the holes on his mask. "You made this?" 

For the next hour, Killer was handing you different foods to combine, to see what would happen. He was a little giddy. This new trick had recipes forming in his brain left and right. You indulged him in whatever he asked. He looked so cute when he was excited about food. The same way Kid looked cute when he talked about his inventions. The only indication of the passage of time was the sound of stomping speedily approaching.

"WHY THE FUCK DO I NOT SMELL FOOD COOKING?" Kid wasn't sure what he walked in on. Every flat surface in the galley had some form of edible monstrosity on it. "What the fuck?" His face instantly turned from irritation to bewilderment. 

As Kid stood in the doorway, a reddish-brown muzzle appeared between his knees, snorting angrily, mirroring Kid's own feelings. The nose at the end of the muzzle twitched as it picked up intriguing new smells. The pig behind the muzzle was so allured by these smells that she threatened to topple Kid over her back when she pushed through his legs to get closer. He moved forward with her, afraid of getting a tusk right up the as. Or worse: an impaled ball.

Killer threw one of the hybrids to him. "Eat that." 

Kid looked at it dubiously. "What the fuck is it?" It looked like a strawberry, but it was bluish-purple. He popped it into his mouth. "Some kind of weird berry?"

"Strawblerry." 

"Blawberry."

You and Killer looked at each other. "We're workshopping the name."

Kid was possibly more confused than he was when he first walked in. "Workshop my fuckin dinner and then ya can do whatever science shit yer doin." He was too damn hungry to care about whatever dumb shit you two were doing. He left to go sit in his spot at the table and grumble until food appeared in front of him. 

Killer cooked faster than you had ever seen him do it before. He even had you sit out because you would "slow him down". For a big guy, he was light on his feet and zipped around the galley easily, throwing things together. You enjoyed watching him. His long blond hair bounced with every step he took and you were not immune to the way his ass sat in his jeans. You couldn't see his face, but you could imagine what it looked like as he was deep in focus. He was trying to get done as soon as he could so he could get back to experimenting with your power. You could have guessed that's why he was moving so quickly, though it was made obvious when he couldn't stop thinking out loud about what to try next. 

While he did that, you were thinking about the implications of being able to fuse living things, organic matter. This is what you wanted to test next. You didn't have the heart to try anything on the sweet little mice that ran around the ship, but with the impending clashes, you could take more prisoners. The thought made you smile. You sat on the counter, after clearing it of your creations, swinging your legs. Patiently, you listened to Killer while he cooked. At several points, he came at you with a spoon of something, pulled down your chin, shoved whatever it was into your mouth, and then closed it for you, barely waiting for your opinion of it before returning to the stove. You weren't against him feeding you. Everything he touched was delicious. And it was kind of hot. 

He handed you a plate, "Can you go give this to Kid?" 

You took it from him. "Do I look like a waitress?" Still, you did what Killer asked and unceremoniously dropped Kid's plate on the table in front of him. Before you could walk away, his armed snaked around your waist and pulled you into his lap. "Hey!"

"Shut up! If I want ya on my knee while I eat, yer gonna sit on my knee while I eat." Kid shoved a forkful of food in his mouth. With less of an edge to his voice, he added, "I haven't gotten to talk to ya in a while." 

You would have put up a fight if there were other crew around, but no one had rung the dinner bell yet, so it was only you and Kid. And Mini under the table. "What are you talking about?" Your eyebrows knit together. "We literally fucked the other day." 

"That's not what I meant." Kid looked down at his plate and pretended to pick out a good piece for his next bite. His pale complexion left his light blush nowhere to hide. "Talk. Have a conversation. Since ya fixed the hole I haven't seen much of ya around." 

"I would classify what we do as bantering or arguing before I call it a conversation." 

"Did I do somethin?" 

"I don't understand what you're asking." What was with Kid? This was not a side you had seen before. 

"To make ya fix the wall. Did I really irritate ya enough to push ya to fix it?" 

"You're constantly irritating. If that was the driver, it would have been fixed same day." You added, "I had to fix it because people won't feel comfortable telling me about personal issues, if there's a gaping hole with their captain on the other side." You poked him in the chest. 

He grunted. 

You studied his face, which seemed, not sad, some other thing. Let down? Disappointed? Sulky? "Eustass Kid," a smirk crawled across your face, "are you trying to say that you miss seeing me?"

The expression fled his face and was replaced with a haughty one. "Of course not! As yer captain it's my duty to check up on everyone." He angrily shoveled more food in his maw. 

"Oh? So then should I get Killer to come sit on your lap next? Do you need to check up on him, too?" You were bounced off his lap when he kicked his knee up.

"Go finish helping Killer!" 

You rolled your eyes. People started to trickle in, their growling stomachs telling them it was almost time. You returned to Killer and helped him set out food. The two of you ate in the galley, alternating bites of food with practicing your devil fruit. Killer was so animated as he went on and on about how many different things you could probably do, all kitchen related. This is one of the moments where you would have liked to see his face. You bet his smile was wide and his sapphire eyes were shining with eagerness. After the food was long gone, and the mess hall long cleared, you realized how much time had passed. 

You yawned. "Hey, Kil, I'm kinda tired." You had a long day, the sparring, Heat, cleaning, helping Killer. 

He scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry. I didn't realize how late it was." You imagined that there was a blush on his face, but couldn't tell for sure past his mask.

"It's ok. You were so enthusiastic, I didn't want to stop you." Your eyelids were heavy. "But I think I'm spent."

"Thanks for indulging me." 

"Anything for you, Massacre Soldier Killer." You grinned at him, half-sarcastic. You really did enjoy seeing him like this though. 

He stood there silently, like he was debating something. This time you knew he was blushing because it spread down his neck and he was fidgeting with his hands. "Why don't you come to my room?" He promptly added, "You might wake up the girls if you go back to the women's quarters.... You don't want to see Dive on lack of sleep." 

You were going to say something crass but decided against it. "Good idea, Killer." You knew full well that he knew you were more than capable of sneaking in somewhere quietly. Both he and Kid had been acting so strangely, asking you things in roundabout ways instead of being direct, as they had been before. So Killer could interrogate you but couldn't ask if you wanted to spend the night with him? So Kid could be a gaping asshole and try to kill you multiple times but was too shy to ask if you wanted to hang out? What the fuck was going on? At least Heat was being normal.

As was the routine, Killer gave you one of his old shirts to sleep in. You planned on keeping your hands to yourself anyway, though you wouldn't have the chance to fool around with him because you fell asleep almost instantly. When you awoke, Killer's hand was splayed out on your stomach again, thumb slowly rubbing the soft skin underneath, indicating he was already awake. You rolled halfway to see his bright blue eyes staring back at you. You wondered how long he had been awake. Usually he went right to the kitchen when he woke up.

"Mornin," you sounded groggy. You stared at his face, remembering what it looked like when he was half-dead on the beach compared to now. "I know you have your reasons, but I wish you wouldn't cover this up." You rolled completely to face him, putting a hand on his cheek, then brushing his bangs out of his eyes. "If anyone should cover their face, it should be me," you laughed sleepily.

He reached out to touch the scar on your face, retracting his hand when you flinched away.

"I'm sorry." You didn't see hurt in his face, nor pity. "It's a reflex. It reminds me of too many bad memories. Makes me sick to my stomach if it's touched." 

He nodded with understanding. "Do you think...maybe one day you would tell me what happened?" If he was to know more, maybe he would come to understand you even better.

You looked down. "I don't know," you said softly. 

"Hey. Forget I said anything." His voice was reassuring. "Don't think about that right now." 

"I want to." You said after a while. "to tell you I mean." You had never openly talked about it, not even to yourself when you were alone for those years on the island. It might relieve you of some of the anguish to tell someone. You felt safe with Killer, emotionally safe. You don't think you could ever tell Kid. He was too unpredictable when it came to stuff like that. He had his kind moments, but in his anger, you didn't trust him not to use it against you. Killer would never do that. "When I'm ready." You smiled weakly at him. 

"Of course." Killer appeared pensive. "I don't like my smile," he blurted out. His face immediately turned tomato red and cleared his voice. "I wear the mask because I don't like my smile. I don't like my laugh and I don't like my smile." He let out a deep breath. 

Your eyes widened. You didn't expect him to actually tell you what his reasons were. He had told you about the laugh already, but not the smile. "You don't have to like it." You smiled warmly at him. "Because I like it enough for both of us." The fact that he let himself be vulnerable meant a lot to you. He continued to stare at you and you could feel your face burning.

Abruptly, Killer closed the distance between the two of you and kissed you. His lips were gentle and warm and softer than you remembered. His hand rested on your hip and pulled you closer. It slid up your back to your neck, pulling you in to deepen the kiss. You opened your mouth, letting his tongue slide past yours. He flipped you so that he was above you now, pressing his weight into you. You moaned, feeling his erection through his underwear rubbing against your bare slit. Killer sucked at your neck, rutting against you slowly. You wrapped your legs around him, forcing him harder against you. He removed your shirt, then his underwear. His cock brushed against your leg.

"Killer!" There was a frantic knock at his door. "We have a problem." 

He looked at you with a pained expression. If it weren't for the panic to their voice, he would have told them to fuck right off. "Later?"

You sighed and nodded. You had waited this long, what's a few more hours. Your heart was racing in your chest. Why did you have butterflies like you were about to lose your virginity? Maybe because no one had denied you for this long. It felt new and different? You moved slower than he did, but got dressed to see what the issue was. It better be good to twat swat you like this. You groaned.

Next Chapter

[proof-by-intimidation]

alright, Lurie's higher topos theory hits so hard. Can't wait to get into it seriously

[mari-lair]

shout out to Adashiro Kou (from the pilot) for being the ultimate fail boy

[tetzoro]

good morning friendz and happy thursday ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ᰔ today is gonna be a good day i can feel it teehee im sending out good vibes !! have a wonderful day ^_^

[rotcolon]

IT IS DONE!!!!

I have alternate versions for them because I like how the pants came out but I wanted the cowboy chaps so both

[crkbrokenfuture]

0.1 - PROLOGUE

The storm outside rages on as always. Not quite the pristine land claimed by the otherwise luxury living Elites... But in this case, they would claim that they have to "make do" with these conditions.

Espresso Cookie has hushed any attention away from himself, isolated in his tower like some kind of Rapunzel. Only, the person he's expecting isn't here to get him out. Just his information.

ESPRESSO: You have a sense for drama as always, don't you?

The hooded figure smirks, and as if completely ignoring the deathly fall they're barely a few footsteps away from, they remove their hood with a casual swagger.

ROYAL MARGARINE: Oh, whatever could you mean, my dear professor?

ESPRESSO: Ugh...

The window flutters loudly, and the mage finds himself assertively pressing against them to prevent creating any noise that would lure nosy, paranoid elite guards their way.

ESPRESSO: We have no time for the 'friendly' chit-chat. You know what you're supposed to do with this, right?

ROYAL MARGARINE: Obviously! Fear not, I have no ill intentions within my bones, not even an ounce! The mission will be completed switfly and without hesitation!

ESPRESSO: I said we don't have time for this- Just yes or no!

ROYAL MARGARINE: ...Yes, yes, you sourdough.

Taking his final chance to look around and ensure the two of them truly are on their own, Espresso Cookie paces around the nooks and crannies of his 'laboratory' for anything out of place.

Once satisfied, he delivers a peculiar trinket - A parchment within a glass bottle, designated to protect it against the elements. Likely stolen from within the former post-office room that has laid abandoned within the fortress for much too long now.

ESPRESSO: I expect to hear from them soon, so don't delay like last time.

ROYAL MARGARINE: Hmph! You speak to me as if I'm a lowly courier, and not someone doing a grand heroic effort!

ESPRESSO: Does a title really concern you right now?

ROYAL MARGARINE: Of course it's nothing as petty as that! It's just- I hope you understand we're all equals, of course!

ESPRESSO: ...Well that's very well not true.

Royal Margarine Cookie is about to argue back, however something tells him it's better to not do so. Seeing the grand fortress makes it obvious that the mage is quite correct in this situaiton.

ROYAL MARGARINE: Very well then! Be seeing you, dear ally!

To anyone else, it would've been a frightening sight to see him so carelessly step off of the tiny ledge. However, they had done this dance before, so much so that Espresso could time precisely when the wyvern, Buttercream, would be catching him before dashing right up into the clouds...

[ottosbigtop]

They will not lie btw that dungeon meshi will make you want to learn how to cook new foods

[aza-trash-can]

I feel I gotta check on my Arcane moots after the absolute angst apocalypse that my tiktok fyp has become

Like, my dudes, I know you're not okay. Need to scream? Need to cry? Let it all out man, I know you gotta

[sojourner-between-worlds]

In the process if packing up to move and I've had so little time/motivation/inspiration lately that I already packed all my writing stuff....

So you know what THAT means

[qualityrain]

i cant word it but theres smth abt the way asagiri treats shinpei like we all know that asagiri is playing with them like her dolls rn but the way she only tells satoko her demands even when shinpei is involved and the way theres a speech bubble for her demand and then a separate one for asagiri to go oh yeah and shinpei too like hes an afterthought when shes the only character that calls him w/o an honourifc and idt its a status thing when mitsueda calls him goto and shes the only character that knows him like the back of her hand like hm. that is certainly something!

[1eos]

In the mess I saw ppl screaming about when is leo and kens contracts up so they can finally leave jelpi. what do you think? do you think they will?

honestly? idk. it's not something i really think abt mainly bc it's impossible to predict what leo will do 😭😭😭😭 and also most kpop fans beg for them to leave their companies in bad faith. everyone wants vixx to reunite under some new company for literally no reason but their own vixx is a family delusions rather than understanding these men are doing what's best for their careers. it made sense that everyone that left jelpi left bc jelpi couldn't provide what they wanted to do but with leo and jaehwan....theyre singers. jellyfish has connections for singers. leo got in a musical 2 years after debut hellooooooo. and the problems with jelpi aren't unique to jelpi. a LOT of companies just wait around for idols to do all of the producing and a LOT of companies don't have crazy budgets but under jelpi leo gets to do projects he wants to do and get concerts and fansigns when some soloists deadass dont even get mvs lol

and when u ask the ppl begging for them to leave what they think they'll benefit its just shit abt vixx. 'b b but i want vixx to be together' SHUT THE FUCK UP ABT VIXX 😭😭😭😭 WHO GIVES A FUCK? they can have a comeback under different companies if they *want* to. (key word being want *looks at hakyeon pointedly) or they say some shit abt [redacted] ruining their rep bro that beast has not been under jelpi in forever his funk has funked up the place regardless. these bitches do nothing but complain and complain and complain and complain and complain and complain but will nawt check up on the ppl they want to strike out on their own. so as a leonite who actually likes leo for his talent and not a fuck doll ......idk! and i don't really care either bc i understand there is no such thing as a good kpop company and he's gonna eat with whatever he's given! purr!