#fom tickle

[jettorii]

warm up w bbg and my farmer :3

[kumezyzo]

hii! can you please write about sapnap considering/or shaving his beard off because it causes his partner some troubles ;) iykwim

thank you so much for requesting!! and to this other anon for the brainrot because we alllll want to feel his beard with jaw kisses omg 😭😭

this is for normal (?) or streamer reader! again much love to these anons fr. mildly nsfw. read at your own risk

so yea, enjoy! or dont.... :) m.list

it really got his attention after one night. he was eating you out for so long and starting to ache thinking about fucking you. he was so excited to just get into it lol but then he saw the way you winced at the way his hips rubbed against you.

the next morning he felt so bad when he saw you looking at how red and sore you were. the next few days, he decides to take a break fom eating you out and just sex in general to let you recover.

and one day, you catch him in the bathroom, shaving cream in hand with a razor in the other. the expression on his face making it seem like he was making a huge sacrifice.

"you're shaving?" you ask, startling him. he nods as he goes back to looking at the razor and then his beard. "...why...? i thought you liked your beard."

he looked at you with a frown, "i hurt you, baby," you furrowed your eyebrows at him in confussion before realizing what he meant.

you shake your head and scoff playfully. "baby, you hurt me because you were eating me out for thirty minutes!" he looked away bashfully. "i love your beard. it feels good... but just not when its rubbing against me for so long."

he pouted and set down the items in his hands before he rubbed at the hair on his face. you reached up as well, cupping his cheek and rubbed at the hair there tenderly. you planted a kiss on his cheek and then on on his pouty pink lips.

you pulled away and kissed his jaw. the hair tickling your lips, "but maybe trim it down a little," you giggle. he rolls his eyes before he leans in and starts rubbing his beard all over your face.

you squirm and try to push him away but he has you cornered against the counter, holding you in place by your hips. you yelp when he moves down to your neck.

he pulls away and plants a kiss on your lips. "I'll get on that soon, peaches, dont worry."

its short but again, theres nothing wrong with that 😌 size doesnt matter (i need to stop😭 im sorry😭😭😭😭) -Nony

[maxdreavus]

When the Moon Fell in Love With the Sun | Ch. 1

March x F!Farmer

Rating: Mature/Explicit (eventual smut)

Chapter Summary: The farmer hangs out at the forge on a rainy day!

Author's Note: I wasn't planning to post this until I completed the whole thing, but I got too excited after mapping out my plans for the rest of it LMAO.

The kind comments I got here and on ao3 about December after my last FoM fic boosted my confidence enough to write more about her. That took place before this one, so I recommend reading it if you haven't already!

I hope y'all enjoy this :3 x

Table of Contents + Work Summary

Check it out on ao3!

Next

December woke up with a gasp. 

Her pale skin was moist and clammy, and her white fringe clung to her forehead, having escaped the confines of the clips she often held it back with while she slept. She had a throbbing headache, too. Her dreams had been ruthless, and she spent the night tossing and turning restlessly as a result. 

It wasn’t uncommon for this to happen when she was nearing significant times of the year. For starters, it was the first day of spring — the first day of December’s second year in Mistria. It had also been roughly a year since she left Aldaria’s adventurer’s guild, which she’d joined three years prior. It was a bittersweet change from her snowboarding career, something she’d given up about two years ahead of that after an accident that she would swear up and down was due to a loss of passion and its resulting supposed carelessness.

No matter what horrors December had faced while slaying monsters and saving lives, it never compared to the trauma of landing a move with a loud and excruciating crunch in her hips and knees, a face full of snow, and ultimately darkness when another, louder crunch reverberated through her neck. 

She could’ve easily died that day. The fact that she made it out of her coma afterwards was a damn miracle.

It was a time she re-lived often in her slumber, like last night, and it was the predominant reason why she kept a slew of medications in the drawer of her nightstand. SSRIs. Benzos. Anti-inflammatories, both in over-the-counter and prescribed doses. Steroids for worse days, like today; her joints ached more than usual, and if rain hadn’t already been pitter-pattering against her windows, she would’ve known from her body’s signals that a storm was brewing.

That moment in her earlier 20s was also the reason December craved simplicity. Safety. Not a boring life, but one where she was able to feel impactful without risking everything on a daily basis. 

Her life in Mistria thus far had been perfect for that. But she couldn’t just wave a hand and magically erase what had already happened, so the frequent nightmares and chronic pains were something she’d just have to deal with.

Goose jumped up onto the bed and made a bee-line for December’s torso, purring contentedly while he rubbed his head against her chin once he was situated. Although the cuddles were welcome, it took only a few moments of her lips being tickled by black and white fur for her to abandon ship. She lifted the cat up and held him close, reassuring him that she’d continue snuggling once she readjusted. 

Her vision blurred and sparkled as she sat up. She leaned against the cool wallpaper beside her while she waited for it to pass, taking deep breaths in an attempt to speed up the process and giving Goose neck scratches to distract herself from it. 

She figured she could try to map out her day while this went on, too. She wouldn’t have to tend to her crops because of the rain, so that was nice. Wouldn’t have to worry about ringing the animals in and out of their homes either. On a worse day like this, not having to listen to the clanging of the large bell Hayden had trained them to respond to was more than welcome.

December couldn’t really afford to just sit around and relax, despite everything. There was still plenty to be done: errands to run, forage to gather, materials to acquire for Adeline’s projects, ores to mine and smelt and smith… she felt there was no good in putting her life on hold, even for a little bit. So after patting a few kisses to Goose’s forehead, December set him down on her pillow and went on with her usual morning routine. 

Her meds went down easy, her breakfast was quick and light, and she let the warm water of her shower soothe her weary body for longer than what was probably necessary. After making sure Goose was fed and watered, she did the same with her barn and coop animals, stopping to give each of them some love along the way. And after that, she decided that she’d spend the day at the forge. She was due for a pickaxe upgrade, and it couldn’t hurt to craft a new sword too if she had the time.

She always felt a little excited to go there. December was by no means a fan of smithing — the heat of the furnace made her skin crawl, and the loud clanging of hammers on steel made her wish she didn’t have ears — but she didn’t hate doing it in the rain or snow, and enjoyed spending time with March and Olric.

For the longest time, she didn’t entirely know what to make of Aldaria’s self-proclaimed greatest blacksmith. That didn’t stop her from developing feelings though. March seemed to never know how to treat her, and that didn’t bother her most of the time — if anything, she thought it was very endearing, and found enjoyment in riling him up — but it could get a bit confusing. 

She’d already known that he doesn’t dislike her anymore; and about half a year into her residency in Mistria, he’d stopped basically going after her on-sight. He’d begun to do kind things like teach her his smithing techniques when she struggled, buy her a drink if they ran into each other near Darcy’s stall on Saturdays, and he had tended to her wounds after a particularly rough day in the mines just a few months ago. She’d argue that the last experience softened him even more.

As she passed the inn and waved her hellos to the villagers scrambling to shelter from the weather, December wondered, why was March still so closed off? Why did he try so hard to push her away some days, even after she “proved herself” by being a significant part in restoring Mistria?

The farmer mused that maybe it was their names. Was he mad that there was another month-name in town? She smiled to herself while approaching the fountain, wondering how he’d feel if she tried to duel him about it.

She might as well. Maybe he’d feel like playing today. 

Unsurprisingly, the man in question was outside working hard as ever, keeping himself dry and his metal relatively hot with the large red canopy tent he and Olric often set up on days like this. He only noticed December approaching when she walked through a particularly deep puddle, creating a small splash beneath the weight of her combat boots. 

March directed his attention back to his work just about immediately. 

Foolish mistake. 

Claiming a spot on the opposite side of the anvil, December lifted her hands from her pockets, pointing finger-guns at him with both. The motion in his peripherals prompted March to look back up, and December noticed that he seemed to fight a laugh at the sight before him. 

“What are you doing?”

Her natural voice, although slightly raspy, was light and gentle. She did her best to lower it an octave and put on a drawl anyway for the bit, “This town ain’t big enough for the both of us.” She failed horribly. 

March chewed his bottom lip for a short moment. He was really struggling not to giggle. It made her feel proud. 

“What?”

“Put ‘em up.”

“I’m not—“

December squinted and made a few pew sounds as she flicked her wrists. 

To her absolute delight, March played along.

His brows raised while he observed her movements, patiently standing his ground as if he wasn’t being brutally wounded. Once she settled, he lifted his chin and his hammer with a sly grin, locked his nearly-black eyes onto December’s icy blue ones, and raised the weapon over his head, swinging it in her general direction.

As she clutched her metaphorical pearls and began to feign taking a hit, December took note of how his intense look had made her heart race. Maybe she was falling harder than she thought.

She swiftly pushed that idea back and moved onto wishing that things could always be this way: March messing around with her too, no (well, some) questions asked, rather than trying so hard to be all stone-cold and macho in the wake of her goofiness. She liked it when he allowed her to know she was his friend, rather than having to assume. She’d cherish the feeling while she had it for now.

“You monster.” 

After the exclamation, December straightened herself out and made her way to the stone wall behind her assailant. Over the past year, the corner connecting the wall and the water basin had become the designated spot for her stuff to reside while she smithed. 

“Get better aim,” March quipped, dipping his metal… blob, in its current state, back into the fire for a moment before going back to shaping it. 

After gathering the ores she’d be smelting, December removed her jacket and draped it atop her backpack to protect it from potentially being flooded. It sucked that it would just be in the way if it were under the canopy with them, but while she could leave it inside the shop, she preferred having her things in sight. 

Once she placed her ores down near the furnace, she closed in on March, asking, “How’s this then?” while lifting a single finger-gun to his temple. 

She made the same noises as earlier to mimic gunshots before he could properly react.

Reluctantly, March smiled, swatting her hand away. She couldn’t help but smile herself — she loved breaking his facade more than most things.

After a glimpse at her curled lips and dimpled cheeks, a sight he enjoyed far more than he wanted to let on, he rolled his eyes. “Don’t you have some dirt to shovel?”

Tying her hair into a high ponytail and putting on some protective gear, December responded, “Unfortunately for you, I was planning to hang out here all day.”

March groaned. “Just don’t get in my way.”

“Only if you don’t get in mine.”

The door to the smithy opened. It was probably Olric on his way over.

“Do I ever?” 

December ignored March’s question in favor of greeting his brother with a smile and wave before getting started.

“Hey, it’s December! Nice!”

“She’s not here to help, you know,” March told him. 

“So what?”

“Ugh.”

December turned away from her task to blow a raspberry at March. Another eye roll was all he gave back before locking into his craft again.

Olric stretched his arms across his chest and behind his back while he made his way towards the farmer. “Jo and Hemlock are having everyone at the inn again tonight. Are you coming?”

She shrugged, feeding her silver into the crusher to be broken down. “Depends how much work I get done here.” 

“Come on,” he grinned, “it’ll be fun!”

“Are you trying to make me give up on this?”

Olric jested, two gloved thumbs up, “I suppose I’d never turn down a sale!” 

“I would,” December mumbled. “Shit’s expensive.”

March grumped, “Go complain to a smith in the capital and let me know how it goes.”

“I never said it shouldn’t be expensive. You guys are crazy good at this.” Prepping the coals now that her ores were ready for smelting, December reasoned, “I just prefer to make my own things.”

Olric beamed and patted her on the shoulder. “Very resourceful of you!” The gentle giant didn’t know his own strength, though, and jostled her more than intended. 

To save herself, December batted him away with the too-long fingertips of her borrowed gloves, prompting him to finally go and help March out with their copious amounts of nails. It was almost comical how many of those orders they fulfilled on a daily basis.

March sighed, pausing for a moment while Olric took his place opposite to him. The redhead made sure to nod his head to the side, prompting his brother to scoot further down with him to make room for December to work. 

“You know,” he added, “for someone who’s always telling me to take more breaks, you’re pretty bad at it yourself.”

“‘Do as I say, not as I do,’ or whatever.”

“Oh yeah? And what if I ban you from using the forge?” he smirked. 

As if it were the most logical answer possible, December stated, “We fight to the death.” 

“Again?” 

March couldn’t see it, but December smiled at the nod he made to their earlier “battle.” 

“A lover’s quarrel..?” Olric wondered. It was barely audible, but loud enough for the two to hear and jump into defense-mode.

“Huh?” December turned to look back at him, wide-eyed and red-cheeked — a rare sight, given how little she usually expressed with her face beyond her mouth — while March told him to fuck off, his own complexion now beet-red and his eyes still plastered on the metal. The older brother snickered, not responding to either of them.

Carefully pouring her molten silver into the multi-ingot mold beside her, December groaned. “If I agree to go, will you stop bugging me about it?” she asked lightheartedly.

“I could be persuaded.” 

She huffed out a laugh, shaking her head. March, unfortunately, couldn’t pass up the chance to see her smile again, so he paused his work and watched as she moved to dip her cast in the water nearby before quickly stopping her in the act. 

He called out a stern “Hey.” Once he got her attention, he shook his head, silently telling her to stop. December froze in place, her stare swimming with curiosity. 

March nodded to the cubby of equipment nestled into the side of the shop and next to the furnace, before instructing her to do the following: grab a pan and a hand towel from it, wet and ring out the towel, then place the towel in the pan and the mold on top of that. 

He felt his heart swell with pride as she nodded along, following his instructions. Her only question in the process was why she needed to do this, March’s answer being that it would prevent water damage to the metal.

He’s had a few apprentices here and there that thought they were too high and mighty to do something as simple as follow his directions. But she trusted his judgment completely, even now that she was an incredible smith herself. Something about that made him feel… well, something. 

He heard Olric laugh out of his nose and finally turned his attention away from the girl to glare, his cheeks pink again. His brother had been watching the whole interaction and was visibly excited by how smitten March was.

Removing the quickly-cooled ingots from their molds and dipping one into the fire, December finally decided, “I guess I could use a drink...”

“It’s on March!” Olric volunteered his brother, his wide grin sparkling with mischief. 

He’d be damned if he didn’t at least try to nudge March to make the move he’d secretly wanted to for so long.

Little did he know it only made March more reluctant. The blacksmith didn’t like being told what to do, nor did he like when people would beat around the bush. He’d gladly suffer for the sake of his own stubborn nature.

March scoffed, “Why would I do that?”

December joined the brothers, ready to begin shaping her silver. As she reached March’s side — not too closely, lest she whack him in the face with her hammer or be burnt by his own materials — she gave a featherlight kick to his calf. 

“You tell me,” she teased, “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Whatever.”

“So you’re in?” 

“Yeah,” December nodded at Olric, “I’ll go.”

[blanky-anon]

*They take the slice fom Medic and eat before tickling Raboo's belly*

@minnesotamedic186

Ah crap-!

*I start digging through the blankets*

*Muffled gasps of air can be heard*

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Featherary day 21: Surprise!

It's Watahoney's bday!! So I wrote a thingy to celebrate

After that scene in the main story where Hiyori and Wataru get compared as being both nonsensical people, I've had the urge to ship them soo yea-

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Wataru x Hiyori (romantic)

Lee: Hiyori

Ler: Wataru

Warnings: Tickles! Foot tickles!

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It was late at night, Hiyori was currently in his room, laying on his bed as he glanced over a magazine of cute dog outfits when suddenly he felt someone jump on top of him.

"EEK!" Hiyori's magazine flew out of his hands as he yelped in fright, only to then pout when he realized it was just his boyfriend.

"Surprise!" Wataru smiled down at him as he comfortably layed on top of Hiyori, wrapping him in a warm embrace.

"I thought I told you to stop doing that!" the grennette tried to sound pissed, but he could never stay mad for too long at his partner.

"Yeah but... your reactions are always priceless~" the blue haired idol chuckled out, amused by his own antics.

"Hmph... what do you want?".

"Wellllll, since it's still my birthday, I thought you could give me a present~".

"Another one? I already took you out on a shopping spree earlier, was that not enough?".

"Oh no it was wonderful!~ But... I crave something else from you, something that money can't buy".

"And what's that?".

"A smile. A genuine one at that" Wataru blinded him with a smile of his own.

"Huh?? But I smile all the time!"

"True, but it's always that smug grin on your face. I want to see your kind, genuine smile~"

"Make me, why don't you" Hiyori pouted like an angry toddler, as if trying to challenge him.

"If you say so~" Wataru grinned down at him as he moved his hands to Hiyori's sides, playfully scribbling at them.

Hiyori's eyes widened a bit in shock for a moment but overral he didn't react much, or atleast that's what he wants you to think. He was pretty good at keeping his reactions at bay, after all, it would be embarrassing if anyone saw him crumble down from some simple tickling. "N-nice try, but I won't break so easily~" the grennette smirked smugly up at his boyfriend, thinking he had it in the bag.

"Fufu~ I just need to find the right spot to exploit~" Wataru's grin turned into a more teasy look as he started experimenting all over Hiyori's body, trying to find the spot that'll finally get him to melt into a puddle of laughter. He scribbled under his arms, dug into his ribs, squeezed his hips, but nothing. Hiyori's smug smirk only grew with each failed attempt.

"Gonna give up?~"

"Oh not yet! I feel like I'm getting closer~" Wataru chuckled as he went down Hiyori's legs: squeezing his thighs, scribbling under his knees, even ticklish his calves. But of course, nothing. Well... not yet, there was still one spot left to explore. "Hmm... what about your feet?~" before Wataru could even poke at them, Hiyori started scrambling to try to get away. Sadly for him, his boyfriend was too quick and managed to grab a hold of his leg.

"H-hey! Let go!" Hiyori's cheeks grew red by the second, knowing what was to come.

"Not until I see your smile~" Wataru pulled his foot up and started to playfully scribble all along his bare sole.

"GYAH! PFFT- AHAHAHA! S-STAHAHAP!" Hiyori couldn't hold back the cascade of laughter that erupted from his throat. He tried to squirm away but his boyfriend had a firm grip on him, so all he could do was take it.

"There it is! What an amazing smile and most gorgeous laugh!~" Wataru was being genuine with his compliments, but the grennette couldn't help but combust like a flustered tomato on the spot. His entire face turning all shades of red.

"WAHAHA! O-OKAHAHAY! I SMIHIHILED! YOU CAN STOAHAHAP NOHOHOW!" it was pretty comical watching Hiyori struggling with all his might to get a simple, coherent sentence out through his boisterous laughter. He could feel his stomach light up fom how hard he was laughing. Even his cheeks were getting tired of being stretched into such a wide smile.

"Aww... but I was just getting started~" Wataru sent him a playful wink as he softly scratched under his toes, causing him to squeal so high pitched.

"ACK! T-THAT'S EVEN WOHOHORSE!" Hiyori screeched in laughter as he curled his toes out of instinct, banging his fist onto the soft matress from how hysterical he felt.

"Oh alright, I'll spare you for now~" Wataru put his foot down and leaned to place a gentle kiss on Hiyori's forehead. "Thanks for letting me see your smile~"

"Not like I had much of a choice..." Hiyori pouted playfully, acting upset. But he really didn't mind it.

"Well now I know how to turn that frown upside down~" Wataru wiggled his fingers at him threateningly, causing Hiyori to blush at the sight.

"F-fine...! You win this time..." a soft smile grazed Hiyori's lips as they both embraced each other, enjoying each others presence for the rest of the night.

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Does anyone else ship these two? I need to know!!

[lordabovehelpme]

Mother’s day- Din Djarin x Reader

Moodboard by the lovely @jedi-jesi

A/n: So here is the next part to my Days filled with Love series. 

You can find the first part here! :) 

Warnings: mentions of mature themes 

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“Shh, be quiet.”

“I am quiet, you’re the one stomping around like a mudhorn.”

“Gah!”

“Shh, Grogu. We can’t wake Mommy.”

“She’s still asleep.”

“Are you sure? Lift me!”

A grunt falls from Myles lips as he picks his younger sister up.

“See, I’m right. You have to take the trash out next time Dad asks.”

“That’s not fair.”

“We made a deal, you shook on it!”

You can hear Reeza’s sigh of frustration.

“Don’t stick your tongue out. I’ll tell Dad.”

“No, no, no. I’m sorry. I’ll even give you my last candy.”

“Shake on it. You too Grogu, you’re our witness,”

“Gah baa ah.”

“Okay, let’s go tell Dad.”

Three sets of feet pad away from your bed. A smile works itself onto your face at their bickering. Little did they know, but Din already woke you up. Your body still on cloud nine from his very physical gift this morning.

Today is the mandalorians version of mothers day. Having children in their culture is a blessing, so mothers are often celebrated.

Little footsteps echo through the hull as they make their way back to you.

“Don’t drop it! I’ll wake Mommy.”

“Just don’t step on her again.”

You can hear the grunts coming from Reeza, as she tries to climb on your bed. “Myles, help me? Please.”

A soft sigh comes from your first born son and soon enough the mattress dips near your feet.

“Thank you?” Myles comments from the floor.

“Thanks.” It comes out short and forced as her little feet carry her body to your head. “Mommy? Wake up.”

Little hands press against your cheeks and squish them together. Slowly you open your eyes and Reeza smiles at you.

“Good morning Mommy. We brought you your favorite tea!” She climbs over to the side of the bed so Myles can hand her the steaming mug. You sit up and rest against the wall behind you. Taking the mug from her, before she spills it, you set it aside in one of the shelves you begged Din to make.

“Come here, both of you. I want a hug.” Reeza eagerly leeches onto your lap and Myles climbs up the bed and allows you to pull him into an embrace. Squeezing them you press multiple kisses to each of their heads. They both squirm but you can tell from their laughter that they love it just as much as you do.

“Come on, Daddy’s making pancakes!” Reeza exclaims after wiggling her way out of your hold.

“You guys go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.” They both nod and bound back to the kitchen area. Smiling, you pull the blankets off of your body. Grabbing an old pair of pajama bottoms and your mug of tea, you continue after them.

Stopping in your tracks, you lean against the wall. There your husband is, unkempt strands falling into messy waves of hair. His arms flexing with each flick of  the spatula. Tobbi is strapped to his chest while Isabet is strapped to his back, each twin asleep and content as can be. His grey sweats hand low on his hips and practically beg for your attention.

Snapping your from your trance, Reeza grabs your hand and pulls you to the table. “Daddy look, Mommys up!”

The mandalorian turns to look at you and your heart stops. His soft brown eyes twinkle in the morning light as they meet your own. A smile works itself onto his face, pulling his pillowy lips in ways that make your knees weak. His facial hair looks darker and longer than usual, he’s obviously gone a few days past his shaving schedule. But maker, do you love it. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you remember how it scratched this morning between your thighs.

“Daddy, aren’t you gonna give Mommy a kiss?”

Smiling up at him as he approaches, you throw him an innocent look. “Yeah, Daddy, come give me a kiss.” You make sure to emphasize the nickname.

His eyes grow slightly darker as his pupils expand. A low growl falls from his lips and he rushes over to you. His hands grab the sides of your face before pressing his mouth against your own.

You break away before you expose your children to something they should never have to see. Rubbing Tobbi’s head, you inform him, “Your pancake is burning.”

“Dank ferrick!” Din rushes over to the stove and grimaces at the dark completion of the pancake.

Gasping, you throw your hands over Grogu’s large ears. “Din! Children don’t ever repeat that.”

Soon enough, Din places a tower of unburnt pancakes on the table. “Dig in.”

You smile at him and purse your lips, begging for another kiss. He looks at you before bending down and giving you what you so desired. “Let me hold Isabet, please.”

He turns around and kneels so you can carefully pry your daughter from his back. Her little arms stretch out and her face scrunches. A soft breath of air tickles your arm and her legs kick out. One of her brilliant brown eyes opens, she looks up at you before closing it and snuggling into your embrace.

Din watches it unfold from his spot at the stove. Tobbi still is asleep at his chest and he can feel the rhythmic breathing of his son. At the table, he watches as Reeza tries to cut her pancake into bites. Myles points to a piece of fruit and soon enough it lifts into the air. Grogu’s hand is outstretched and his eyes squint as he wills the fruit into Myles mouth.

And then he focuses on you. There you are, smiling down at his child, offering more love than he could ever understand. His heart swells and a smile breaks loose on his face. You’ve given him more than he ever had imagined. You’re his wife, and the mother of his children. What more could he ever possibly ask for?

Your eyes flick up to meet his gaze. They soften and he melts with the emotions they hold.

His legs move before he processes it. Kneeling, he takes you and Isabet into his arms. “I love you cyare.”

Your free arm wraps around his neck and your face presses into his neck, inhaling his scent. ���Love you too baby.”

Leaning back, he scans your face. “Beautiful.” It’s uttered quietly as his hand moves to cup your cheek, thumb tracing the space below your eye. Your head tilts into his hold and your eyes close. His own head lifts and presses a kiss to each eyelid of yours. “Stay here, I have to get your gift.”

Even as he stands, his hand never leaves your cheek. It’s like you’ve been glued together. His thumb still traces your skin. Whenever he slightly pulls away his heart aches.

“Wait, let me get it Daddy!” Reeza jumps from her seat. Yet her voice cannot harm the trance you two are in.

However, Myles interjects, “What’s up with you guys?”

Din turns to look at him, “One day son, when you find someone who makes you happy, you’ll understand.” His thumb gives one last trace, before finally leaving your skin. “Be right back.”

After about a minute, your husband climbs down the ladder, an envelope in his hand. On his back, Reeza clings as if her life depends on it. You giggle slightly, “It seems you’ve found another leech.”

Reeza laughs before yelling, “Leech!” Her tiny mouth bites Din’s shoulder and he yelps.

“Hey! Your teeth are getting sharp.” Lowering to the ground, he lets her slide off his back. She runs back to her seat and once more and attacks the unsuspecting pancake.

Walking over to you, he hands you the envelope. “Ooo, what’s this.”

“Telling you would defeat the point of the gift.” Myles informs you. Reaching over, you ruffle his hair. “Mom!”

Smiling, you grant him mercy and look at your husband. “You guys really didn’t have to get me anything. Just having you all as my family is enough for me.”

Tobbi starts to wiggle around and his eyes open. One of Din’s palms instantly moves to pat his little butt. “Nonsense, open it.”

Moving your sleeping daughter to rest against your chest, you use your free hand to tear at the seam. Two pieces of paper greet you.

The first has a drawing on it, Five figures are on it. The tallest has a helmet on its head, obviously Din, and it holds the hand of a smaller one. This one has short brown hair and a helmet is at its feet. Whoever drew this must have forgotten that Myles now has his own helmet and drew it at the last minute. Next is a figure with long wavy brown hair, that must be Reeza. Then the second tallest figure is drawn with two bundles in its arms. Ah, that must be you with the twins. Hearts have been drawn all over the paper and underneath all the figures, in blue crayon, the words, “We love you Mommy” are written.

Smiling, your eyes start to water. “Did you guys draw this?”

Reeza smiles before bounding over to you. “Look I drew all the hearts and flowers. Myles drew all of us! And that scribble over there is fom Grogu. We couldn’t get Tobbi or Isabet to do anything though.”

Setting the card down, you open your one arm. “Come here you three.” Myles gets up from his seat and grabs Grogu then walks over and snuggles into your side. Reeza follows and you look up at your husband. “You too.”

He smiles and wraps his arms around you and his kids. His family.

After a good minute of family hug time, Tobbi gets hot and starts to slap Din’s chest. “Alright, alright.” Backing up, he pats his bottom, trying to keep him calm. “Now, open the rest.”

Myles and Reeza sit down on the floor in front of you, Grogu plops down on Myles lap. Your heart swells at the sight, but you stay focused on the task at hand.

Picking up the second piece of paper, you take one look before gasping and dropping it. Your eyes snap to Din’s eager face.

“You didn’t!”

“I did.”

You can’t help it as tears start to fall from your eyes. “Oh thank you!” Standing up, you rush into his embrace.

On the piece of paper was a picture of a house. But not just any house. The house you have been dreaming of for the past… well, forever. It has acres of land and it even sits on it’s own lake. Perfect, for raising a family in.

“I can’t believe you got it.”

Your husband chuckles at your disbelief. “Well start believing, because it’s yours.”

“Maker, I love you.”

“Love you too. Happy mother’s day cyare.” 

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Hey! Can I get a story with Galen? I'd love to read something smutty with that hot pirate!

"Had I known this port was home to such beauty, I would come far more often."

You whipped around from where you were sitting at a table and looked at the newcomer that had waltzed into the tavern. A charming smile on their face, an equally charming twinkle in their eye, fitting the charming voice - but if they had expected you to fall at their feet, overcome with swooning, they were mistaken. Instead, you smirked at them.

"If I had a gold piece for every time a sailor said that to me, I'd be rich by now."

"I would lie if I said that was surprising. May I get another chance?"

You chuckled, unable to resist the little smirk that had crept on their face, or the challenging look in their eyes.

"This one time."

"Splendid! Very well then..."

The sailor cleared their throat and then put a hand on their heart, looking into your eyes.

"They call me Starchaser."

"And?"

"Your eyes shine brighter than any in the night sky. May I gaze into them for a while longer?"

That brings a smile to your face as you avert your eyes for a moment, a slight flush springing to your cheeks at the sincerity in the sailor's eyes.

"Fine, I give you points for uniqueness on that one."

"I have heard no sweeter words today."

"You might later, if you would stop with the pick-up lines and take a seat."

"Ah, but before I do that, may I buy you a drink?"

"Only if you'll allow me the same later."

"That sounds like something I can live with."

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The door was hard in your back when Galen shoved you against it, their lips soft but unrelenting on yours, their hands holding the key to your room - had you even given it to them? - and unlocking the entrance quickly, as if they'd done this sort of thing multiple times by now. Both of you didn't want to break the kiss while you half walked, half tumbled towards the bed, impatiently tugging at each others clothes. Their coat came off just before your vest, then you were pushed onto the bed, propping yourself up on an arm as you looked at them taking their shirt off.

"If you meant it when you said I'm the most stunning you've seen today, you certainly haven't looked into the mirror this morning."

Galen laughs quietly, climbing on the bed and on top of you, straddling you, cupping your cheek with one hand as their other begins opening the buttons on your top, deft fingers quickly making work of them, their eyes switching between yours and the new skin exposed, clearly unable to decide where to look.

"Oh, but I have."

"In that case, you clearly didn't speak true."

"Are you calling me a liar?"

"Possibly."

"You wound me."

You smirk.

"Enough to ruin the mood for you, or will your heart be able to handle this?"

They chuckle again, although their eyes are darker this time, their teeth sinking into their own lip as they fully open your shirt and slide it off of your shoulders.

"Looking at you now, nothing could ruin my mood. May I?"

"I was under the impression we're past the stage of asking."

A low purr comes from Galen's throat as their lips descent back onto yours, their cool chest brushing over yours. You wrap your arms around them and pull them against you completely, moaning softly at the contact - just as they do, your foreheads resting together for a moment. Then you move up and take their bottom lip between your teeth, sucking, just as their hands stroke down your sides and to your hips, thumbs sliding under the waistband of your clothes. It tickles slightly, but yet it feels so cool, so perfect that you let go of their lip to moan again, a chance they use to trail tiny kisses along your jaw.

Galen quickly divests you of your clothing completely, groaning against you as you rake your nails over their back and tease your fingertips over their scales, kissing down your body - they nip at your collar bone with sharp teeth, just enough to sting a tiny bit amidst the pleasure, moving lower and lower, teasing their tongue over one of your nipples as their fingers toy with the other, their other hand on your hip, holding you steady when you want to grind against them.

"Patience, sweet star."

They purr into your skin, making you groan in impatience, continuing their path down, mapping you with their mouth and fingers.

"If you weren't such a smooth talker..."

"Then what? You'd flip me and return the like?"

"Possibly."

"You'll have plenty of chance for that later."

"I'm counting on it."

Galen purrs as they suck on your hipbone, trailing their tongue inwards, causing you to shiver - and the guttural moan that slips from your lips when they reach your core is more than earned, your hand tangling in their hair as their tongue skirts over your clit - ever so slightly at first, more teasing than anything else - but then they angle their head upwards, looking into your eyes as they sink two fingers inside of you, pressing against you with a hum. You claw into the sheets, your head falling back, back arching in pleasure as they begin to move both hand and mouth, curling their strong fingers against you, sucking and moving their tongue in a slightly different pace, never leaving you without sensation. You hold them against you as you pant, your eyes closed in delight, one of your legs moving to rest over their shoulder, giving you better hold as you give them better access.

For a moment, their mouth leaves you. Your whine fom the loss is quickly replaced by a moan as you look at them in the just perfect moment to see them sink their teeth into your leg, biting, sucking a mark on the inside of your thigh where no one but you will see it. Still holding your eyes, they lick back to where they were, tongue leaving a warm, wet trail on the inside of your leg right up to your core.

"Stars, Galen-"

You moan out their name more than say it, more curses spilling from your lips as they increase their pace just the right amount, taking their other hand away from your hips and allowing you to roll them freely against their face, hand scratching down your thigh before they move it up your side to tease your breasts.

"Don't stop. Fuck, I-"

With a hum, they continue just as before, listening to your words and your body to keep you there, closer and closer to the edge, holding you on it for a few torturous moments before allowing you to fall over, increasing their pace ever so slightly when you come and slowing down then, prolonging your orgasm for as much as they can and leaving you panting under them as the pleasure fades out, replaced by satisfaction and bliss.

"Fuck."

Their grin is warm against your neck before they fall to their side next to you.

"I stand corrected on my earlier statement."

Galen murmurs against your skin ever so softly, sighing a tiny bit.

"I've heard sweeter words since then."

"Told... you so."

They chuckle as they kiss your cheek, following your wordless demand as you angle your face and kissing you properly. Their lips taste slightly better with yourself still on them, their tongue tracing over your lower lip and deepening the kiss for a moment. You roll onto your side and stroke your fingertips over their back, enjoying the slight shiver that runs over their skin - and just a moment after, you kiss their neck and nip on their shoulder, the low groan and hiss from their lips a beautiful reward when you haven't even started yet.

Another moment later, they're on their back and you on top of them, pinning their hands down next to their head.

"And what's this supposed to be?"

You smirk and nip on their lower lip again.

"Payback."

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Vampire!pertwee x F!reader

Warnings : blood, syringe and dead animals noting mature or expliset.

Paring : vampire!pertwee x F!reader

Words : 2653

I know this probably would suck but i had the idea in my head for quite some time now

Please ignore any spelling mistakes i tried my best thank you 😊

I don't take x reader request but i do take doctor who imagines requests classic and new

It was a warm afternoon y/n had the window wide open trying to cool off a bit She was doing (prefered hobby) and listening to some music. "Y/n its time for dinner!!" She heard her mom scream, "comming!" She walked down the stairs "what do we have for dinner mom?", "we have (favorite food)", "Nice" y/n said smiling, while eating dinner y/n and her brother(s)/sister(s) were joking around and telling stories while her parents talked about how their day was. What they din't know is that a bat flew into her open window and crashed in to y/n her bedroom.

After cleaning the table and putting everything away y/n went back to her bedroom she opend the door and saw the bat laying on the floor "Oh poor thing" she checked if the animal was still alive y/n picked up the bat and placed the animal on a pillow, y/n turned on her phone and started to look up how to take care of a bat and what kind of bats they are she came to the concluion that it was a vampire bat. "A vampire bat eats blood" she readed how "am i going to profide blood" she thought about it and looked out the window then she saw the woods "yes of course mabey i can find some dead animals", she grabed an old syringe that she used for old school experiments . "Mom! Im going out to the woods for a bit!", "alright sweety but don't stay out to late". Y/n went out and found a dead bird she checked if the Bird was dead for long or not it was dead for about an hour or so, perfect she drained some blood fom the animal just enough to give to the bat.

She walked back home with the syringe in her pocket her mom could not know that she has a bat in her room "im back", " hi dear, did you enjoy your walk" "yes i did im up stairs If you guys need me" y/n went in to her bedroom and the bat had not moved but it was breathing Lucky enough. She got the syringe out of her pocket and grabed a spoon and put some blood on the spoon the bat started to sniff the air and woke up "hey there little guy I have something for you" the bat turned around and sniffed again she put the spoon before the bat and he started to lick up the blood. "Aw you were hungry weren't you" y/n putt her vinger on the head of the bat and started to rubb it. After the bat was done eating the blood he started to rub his head against y/n her hand the bat jumpt in to her hand and started to lick her fingers. She laught "that tickles". the bat looked at her with his black eyes.

Y/n was getting tired she yawed "its getting late" y/n placed the pillow on a chair and put the bat on there "sleep wel little guy" she got under the blankets and fell asleep. An hour later the bat woke up and transformed in to a tall man with white curly hair a verry handsome face he wore a black suit with frills and a long black cloak with a golden lion chain and red on the inside of the cloak. He walked up to the girl who helped him he was verry greatfull for that. "Thank you so mutch for taking care of me" he run his fingers trough her hair, the girl turned around in her sleep but not waking up she was beautyfull the moon light shone trough the window falling on her (color) hair. The window was still open he transformed back in to a bat and went outside to take a flight, he flew trough streets all the lights inside the houses were out only the street lamps and the moon gave light for him to see. He came across a garden with beautyfull red roses he took a rose from the garden and took it with him back to the girl her bedroom he placed the rose on the nightstand next to her bed.

The next morning when y/n woke up the window was closed and she found the red rose on her nightstand she rubbed her eyes "i don't remember closing the window, wait a rose where does this come from?" Y/n swung her feet of the bed and stood up she walked to the chair where she put the bat last night, he was still sleeping she cheked the syringe the blood was still fluid so she could use it again. She went down stairs to get breakfast y/n's parents wer sitting at the table "morning", "morning sweety" said her mom "did you sleep wel?" Asked her dad, "Yes fine but i have a question did you guys come in to my room last night close the window and place a red rose on my nightstand?", "no how so?". "Wel i woke up and i din't close the window last night i kept it open because it was warm", "And the rose?" Asked her dad "I have no idea where that came from" y/n shrugged her shoulders. Y/n went back upstairs to get changed and feed her little friend "hello little one here i am again i have food for you" the bat sat up and snift the air he got closer to the spoon that was filled with blood "i keep the window open for you so that you can fly outside" y/n took her clothes and went to the bathroom to get changed the bat fell asleep again while y/n enjoyed the day.

She got back and went to feed her little friend again "looks like i need to get new blood for you little one" do you want to come with me y/n thought that she dreamed when she saw the bat nodd at her y/n put the bat in the pocket of her blouse "alright little one lets go" they went to the woods and y/n found a dead crow this time "would this be alright" she held the bat over the dead animal and the bat nodded again as if to say that it was alright y/n drained the blood of the crow. She went back to bed that night and put her little friend back on the pillow "sleep well little one i keep the window open" she fell asleep whithin a hour, again the bat went outside and transformed back to his human (vampire) form And took a walk outside he really started to like the girl she was so kind, the man never met someone like her, he needed to think of a way to show her his true form but he doesn't want to scare her of course. He went back to the garden where he got the rose from that he took last night he got a few more and went back he placed the roses on her nightstand again it was just a little way to say thank you.

The next morning y/n woke up again to find new roses on her nightstand just like the night before "where do these roses keep coming from?" She walked up to the chair again "hello there little friend did you give me these Roses last night?" The bat nodded "well thank you so mutch thats so sweet" she took the little bat in her hands lets show you to my parents. "Mom, dad i finaly know who left the rose on my nightstand last night it was this little guy" her mom looked at her with an alarmed look on her face "is that a bat?" Asked her dad, "yes a vampire bat Don't worry he's harmless, he crashed in to my bedroom two nights ago while we wer having dinner i have been taking good care of him thats why he brought the roses as to say thank you", "and how are you so sure he's harmless", "come on mom look at him he's so cute" she placed the bat on her shoulder. "Oh alright but its your responsibility", "Yes, thanks mom and dad". After breakfast y/n did the same thing she did yesterday Feed her little friend get dressed and go to her (job/friends etc..) her little friend was sleeping he heared y/n comming in to her bedroom and woke up, y/n and grabed her phone and earbuds and sat down on her bed. He flew over to her and sat with her on the bed "hello little friend sorry for wakking you" the bat went to sit on her stomach "are you hungry?" He nodded, she grabed the stuff she needs "here you go" after the bat was done eating she put the stuff away. While listening to music she fell asleep.

In the middle of the night y/n woke up again and looked out the window she saw the moon, her little friend was haning upside down from her ceiling "hey im awake sorry for not opening the window" she got the window open and the bat woke up he flew to her and landed on her window sill "look at the wonderfull night sky its beautyfull" the bat flew ouside again, the bat transformed back in to his human form he paced around "i should show her my real form tonight" he walked trough the woods and got an other rose for her he transformed again and went back to y/n her house she was still looking out the window he dropped the rose before her on the bed "an other rose thank you so mutch" he flew to the other side of her room jon transformed again and y/n turned around and all of the sudden there stood a man in a long black cloak y/n gasped "who are you?", "please don't be scared im not here to hurt you" replied the man he was really handsome in y/n her opinion. "Tell me who you are or i wake up my parents", "my dear there is no need to wake up your parents im verry thankfull that you took sutch good care of me", "wait its you, you are the bat arn't you?" He nodded "Yes i am", are you a vampire then?", "Yes i am but im not going to hurt you, i just thought it was the right moment that i showed you who i am" "whats your name?" He walked up to her and kissed her hand "my name is jon pertwee its so good to finaly meet you y/n". Y/n started to blush "Oh thank you please do sit down, so tell me how did you crash in to my bedroom?", "I could not see very wel and i was hungry wich resulted in crashing in to your bedroom", "i see, about the blood do you drink human blood as wel?", "Somethimes but not always animal blood is just fine when im hungry". "But why did you stay i mean you wer alright when i was done with you after i gave you some blood", "i started to like you y/n i never met someone as kind as you", "you should go back to sleep its 1 AM dear" said jon "Your right good night" she yawed and lay down under the blankets.

The next morning she found jon in his bat form sleeping on the pillow "Morning jon" y/n walked up to his sleeping form and rubbed his little head "I wil get you some blood after breakfast" she walked to the kitchen "Morning mom", morning sweety did you sleep wel" replied her mom, "I slept fine", "who were you talking to last night?", "my little friend jon", "who's jon?", "the bat mom his name is jon", "oh i see now". the next few days went the same as the day before get ready go to (school/job etc...) get some blood from the dead animals out of the woods and talk to jon then go to sleep. Unknown to y/n or jon they started to fall in love with echoter a vampire and a human not the kind of love that you expect. Y/n came back after a long day she slamed the door and locked it, closed the blinds and flopped down on her bed screaming in to her pillow, jon woke up and transformed back to his human form he sat down next to y/n on the bed "hey whats wrong dear?", "nothig" came the muffled reply "come on y/n you can talk to me" jon ran his hand trough her hair, y/n turned around and sat up the tears were running down her face "Im tired, angry i had A bad day at (work/school etc) nothing Works out the past few days. "Oh Y/n" jon took her in his arms. "I need some sleep im tried", "alright" jon stood up and walked away "wait would you like to lay down with me?", "are you sure about that dear", "yes" came the soft reply. Jon walked back to her bed and lay down next to her he took y/n in his arms and put the blankets over them both "sleep wel dear I watch over you", "thanks jon".

They woke up in the middle of the night it was 12 oclock, y/n sat up and opend the blinds and window she looked at the night sky she could see the stars and moon "beautyfull isn't it?" Said jon "yes", "would you like to go outside?", "but how do we do that?", "trough the window of course". jon picked y/n up under her knees and behind her back "hold on tight" jon jumpt out of the window with y/n in his arms and landed on the ground with no sound he let go of her "shal we go for a walk?" Asked jon "Sure why not" they both sat down on a bench "Jon i have a question, are you in love with someone?", "yes i am how about you dear", y/n was sad to hear that he already loved somone unknown to her is that jon loves y/n and that he ment her. "so am i" she replied back to him, "whats the name of the person that you love?" jon looked at her waiting for an awnser to his question. "Its you" she said out of no where he, looked at her shocked then a soft smile formed on his face. "Your feelings are returned my dear" y/n started to cry tears of joy "Oh jon" she huged him, "wait how am i going to tell my parents", "don't worry about that".

the next morning they woke up early and went down stairs to the kitchen y/n made (coffee/thee etc) and jon put the plates on the table and got the other stuff needed for breakfast. about 30 minuts later her parents came down stairs "morning mum and dad", "morning sweety", "who is this?" Asked her dad, " this is my boyfriend jon", " you mean the bat?", "Umm yes..... long story short jon is a vampire". Her parents looked shocked, "don't worry he's harmless he never hurt anyone nor me". Jon transformed in to his bat form and sat on y/n her shoulder "see would not even hurt a fly". her mom sighed "fine but please don't do anything Stuppid. "i won't mom don't worry" jon transformed back " miss and mister y/l/n i swear to my vampire life that i wil not Harm your daughter in any way, " alright but if you do hurt my daughter we will haunt you down. "promessed" he huged y/n side ways and gave her a kiss up on her forhead.

About a year later y/n and jon got maried they found a way to make her parents (brother(s)/sister(s)) imortal and they all lived happy ever after.

The end

I hope you enjoyed reading 😊

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Two Brothers, Many Paths - Ch 20

Chapter 20?! When did that happen?!?

Oh my gosh, I can't believe it's been 20 chapters already with these dear boys! I've been having an amazing time writing this story, and absolutely adore Sans and Papyrus like my own sons! (Plot twist--*I* am their father! haha, j/k....or AM I!?)

Thank you so, so, SO much for reading, for all the likes, the reblogs, the awesome comments, and for sticking with these precious boys as they continue their struggles through their difficult life. I really hope you're enjoying it, as I absolutely love writing it!

Don't worry, this isn't anywhere near the end, there's still more to go! Here's to more chapters and more time with Sans and Papyrus!

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Sans stood out in the snow just outside the shelter, trembling fiercely. He sucked in air in sharp gasps, struggling to breathe, and staggered. His legs and knees were too weak and could no longer support him. They buckled, forcing him to collapse upon his stomach.

He slowly shut his eyes as he feebly slammed his left hand down on to the snow.

“I...I can’t—”

 -

 The day before, after the tickle fight and dinner, Sans sat with Papyrus on the bed quietly. Sans had been in deep thought throughout the meal about his new magic—or rather, his failure to do his new magic.

Thanks to his brother, Sans understood that he shouldn’t harbor any blame or guilt for what led to the accident. That didn’t, however, answer why he couldn’t do the magic without feeling like the accident happened all over again. He needed to figure that out—fast—because their food supplies were dangerously low.

It had been weeks since they had last foraged for food—aside from the pine cones—and they desperately needed to get to the darkened area for more mouseshroom nightlights. But with the threat of monsters leaving the cavern, walking out in the valley for hours at a time was exceedingly risky. Sans needed to get his magic to work, or his brother would starve.

Papyrus could tell that Sans had something on his mind, so he nudged his brother’s knee as he sat across from him on the bed.

“What Sas finkin bout?”

Sans snapped out of his train of thought and blinked back to reality. He sighed deeply, rubbing the sides of his lap nervously.

“I’m thinking about that new magic, and why I can’t do it anymore. Every time I think about doing it, I keep feeling like I’m getting hurt all over again.”

Papyrus’ eyebrows creased worriedly. “Sas hurt?”

Sans waggled his hands. “No, no, I’m not actually getting hurt again. It just feels like I am.”

Sans heaved another sigh.

Papyrus looked down and played with a bit of fabric by his foot. “M’sorry....”

“It’s ok,” Sans said, leaning back on the bed, supporting himself up with his hands by his sides.

“Mebbe—” Papyrus started, then went quiet, focusing on the fabric piece.

Sans sat back up, urging him to continue gently. “Maybe what?”

“No, s’dumb,” he mumbled, eyes still down.

Sans’ face furrowed momentarily. “Nothing you say is ever dumb, Pap. You’ve got brilliant ideas, you know that.”

The side of Papyrus’ mouth twitched, not believing his brother’s words.

Sans leaned down in front of his brother’s face and grinned. “Papyrus, you have some of the best ideas I’ve ever heard. If you don’t believe me, then I will tickle you again until next week.”

At this, Papyrus giggled, curling himself up to prevent any tickling fingers from finding his weak spots. “No!”

“Yes,” Sans said, a mischievous grin growing on his face.

“Kay, kay,” the little skeleton conceded. “But Pa don know if Sas fink it dumb. Pa don know if Sas feel hurt wif it.”

Sans tilted his head, his grin dying. “I’m sure it won’t hurt me, Pap. What is it? Really, I’m desperate to try anything to get this magic to work.”

Papyrus took a deep breath and released it. “Well, Sas say he go dere, dere, dere an not get hurt, right?” He pointed out various directions with each “dere”.

“Yeah,” his brother said, sitting up straight. “I was able to go to a few different places before. And...and then—” He flinched.

“Tell Pa where Sas go,” Papyrus said, looking up at him.

“Well,” Sans said, holding up a hand and counting on his fingers. “The first time was just outside, and that was when I was carrying you with me. The second was out on the trail in the spot we had finished. Then I went to the darkened area, then the tunnel, then—”

“Stop!” Papyrus shouted suddenly, making Sans jump.

“Wh-what?” Sans gasped.

“Don say more places. Das enough.”

Sans blinked, then twisted his eyebrows in confusion. “Um...okay...?”

Papyrus pointed at his brother’s face. “When Sas fink bout uver places, Sas don hurt, don make face like dis.” He imitated Sans’ flinching expression.

“Well, no,” Sans agreed.

“Sas on’y have one axyden, right?”

“Yeah...just the one.”

Papyrus grinned. “Sas! Das good!”

Sans raised an eyebrow and frowned. “Pap, in what world is that good?!”

The little skeleton shook his head “No, no. Axyden not good. On’y one is good!”

Sans blinked wide as he shook his head slowly, thoroughly confused, and didn’t even know how to answer. Papyrus sensed he wasn’t getting through, so he explained further.

“Sas go outside wif Pa—no axyden. Sas go farway snow we dig—no axyden. Sas go darky ayea—no axyden. Sas go tunnel—no axyden. Den, Sas have axyden.”

Sans watched as Papyrus held up four fingers on his hand. “Das four no axydens.” He held up his other hand with a single finger. “And on’y one axyden.”

“Ok,” Sans said slowly. “I see what you’re saying....”

“One axyden—don fink bout.” He hid the hand with one finger behind his back. He moved the hand with four fingers closer to Sans. “Four no axydens—on’y fink bout dem.”

“That’s great and all, Pap,” Sans sighed. “But it’s not that easy. I wasn’t thinking about the accident when I started feeling like I was going through it again.”

“Pa know,” he said, putting his hand down. “But las time Sas do magic, Sas have axyden, and dat what Sas fink bout.”

Sans blinked, looking away as his brother’s words seeped in. Sans wasn’t sure what he was thinking about the day before when he tried to get him and his brother to the darkened area, but that had to have been in the back of his mind.

“I don’t know, Pap,” he said, returning his eyes to his brother. “I wasn’t really thinking about it at all. What if it’s too deep in my mind? What if I never get over it?”

Papyrus looked up at his brother sadly, recalling a detail his brother had mentioned a while back. “Sas had axyden where Mommy was....”

Sans flinched, grabbing his head and shutting his eyes tight. After a few seconds, he opened them and let his hands fall back to his lap as he grunted his answer. “Y-yeah....”

“Dat way Sas an Pa come in, dat have big winnow in it now.”

Sans tilted his head, his breath steady now. “A ‘big window’?”

Pap answered, illustrating with his hands. “Yeah, big winnow Sas an Pa bang on but no open.”

“Oh, yeah,” Sans said, realizing what his brother meant. “That clear wall blocking the opening. Yeah.”

“Pa fink dat big winnow bad.”

Sans clutched his chest, thinking of how he had been pinned in the barrier as it came down over the cave opening. How it had sliced through his soul, permanently reduced his health, almost killed him—twice, now—and how it trapped them inside the mountain. He whined just thinking about it.

“Yeah, Pap.... That big window is definitely bad....”

“Dat winnow not in da four no axydens,” Papyrus stated, putting his hand on his brother’s knee.

“No,” Sans answered, his voice still low. “No, it’s not.”

Papyrus stood up and took hold of his brother’s face by the cheekbones to look him squarely in the eyes.

“Dat big winnow make axyden. Don go to big winnow. Uver places safe fom big winnow, so Sas can go to uver places wifout gettin hurt.”

Sans cringed sadly, really wishing it was as easy as his little brother made it seem. He averted his eyes again, doubt creeping into his mind.

Papyrus put his forehead against Sans’ and looked squarely into his brother’s eyes. He spoke firmly, yet softly.

“Big winnow make axyden. Not Sas. Sas can do magic. Pa bewieve in Sas.”

Sans shut his eyes for a moment, then reached up and pulled his brother in for a hug.

“Thanks for believing in me, Papyrus.... That means a lot....”

 -

 Sans slept on his brother’s words, waking up a couple times from nightmares of the incident. While his sleep might have been broken, he was extremely glad to see that Papyrus wasn’t having any of his own nightmares. Looks like the talk they had did them both good.

After each nightmare, Sans tried to push the fear and anxiety away and struggled to focus on the times he had succeeded with his magic—just as Papyrus had suggested. It was extremely hard to do, as the dark thoughts were louder than the good ones.

Fortunately, the fight between the two sides was so exhausting, Sans fell asleep quickly each time.

 -

 Sans regretted eating breakfast. The mushrooms sat heavy in his nervous stomach, making him feel slightly ill.

Sans regretted deciding to try the new magic after breakfast even more. Why did he agree to Papyrus’ suggestion?

Sans sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall across from him as his brother sat beside him silently. He tried to keep his mind on the positives, while the reasons he shouldn’t even bother attempting it crawled up and choked at him.

Papyrus broke his silence gently. “Sas did good so far.”

Sans gave a short, hollow laugh and stared at his hands. “Yeah....”

Earlier that morning, Papyrus mentioned that he should think about doing the magic before actually attempting it, so that his fear became more manageable.

So Sans went through every step except the final one—taking a literal step forward. The first few times he tried, he flinched as soon as he shut his eyes. Papyrus was right there, comforting him with soothing words and gentle hugs.

Then he was able to focus on where he wanted to go—the darkened area. This also started off difficult, as the picture of the area with the mouseshroom nightlights and glowing gems in the wall soon turned into the dark cave with its iridescent barrier that taunted his mind. At last, he could clearly see the darkened area and was able to hold on to the image.

By breakfast, Sans had been able to get through all but the final step without flinching. Papyrus thought this was an amazing breakthrough and used breakfast to celebrate.

Sans wished he had an ounce of his brother’s confidence in him. Papyrus didn’t have any idea what a mess up his brother really was....

Papyrus put his hand on his brother’s back, leaning his head on his brother’s arm. “Really, Sas did good so far. Sas can do it.”

Sans heaved a deep sigh, then stood up from the bed. He had to get this over with, hesitating was only making things worse. And he needed to do this now—the mushrooms they had eaten were the last pair. They didn’t have enough food for dinner, so time to get this magic right had all but run out.

“O-ok,” Sans stammered, his voice as shaky as his legs. “I’m just going to try a short trip, in case anything bad...happens....”

He started rethinking the whole thing, then shook his head, wiping the doubts away.

Papyrus jumped off the bed and took Sans’ hand.

“No, Pap,” Sans said, turning to him. “I don’t dare take you with me yet.”

The little skeleton looked up sadly.

Sans hugged him tightly. “Papyrus, I still don’t know if this is going to work. If anything ever happened to you, I’d never forgive myself. I have to make this first trip by myself.”

Papyrus hugged back, his voice betraying his hurt. “Ok....”

“And listen,” Sans said, pulling back to face his brother. “I’m going to try to go right outside. If anything happens to me, I’m depending on you to heal me. You’ve got a far more important job than I do, so that’s why I can’t take you with me. I’m not leaving you behind, Pap. I need you here to help me if something goes wrong.”

Papyrus’ face lit up momentarily, then he raised his eyebrow and grinned heroically. “Pa potec Sas. Pa fix Sas wif gween if hurt.”

“Great,” Sans grinned, rubbing the top of his brother’s head. “I knew I could depend on you.”

Sans went to stand in the center of the main room. Papyrus backed up against the bed, keeping an eye on his brother.

Sans shifted from foot to foot nervously, breathing heavily in an effort not to hyperventilate. He shut his eyes as he tried to talk himself down under his breath.

“Oookay, Sans...you’ve got this, you can do this, just relax, just focus, just breathe, just....”

He whimpered, cringing at the thought of his body going through all that damage again.

“Sas!”

His eyes shot open at his brother’s call.

Papyrus stood in front of him, smiling. “I bewieve in you!”

Sans smiled warmly, bolstered by his brother’s words. He gave the little skeleton a nod.

He shut his eyes and took a deep breath in, held it, then released it slowly. He pictured one of the open areas just outside the shelter, keeping it firmly framed in his mind.

It’s going to hurt....

He flinched slightly, then shook his head. No, I’ll be fine. I’ll be ok.

The image of the area came back into his mind’s view. He studied the snow, the placement of the boulders near it, and where the shelter was from its location.

I really want to go there, I need to know if I can do this. I need to be in that spot, please take me there safely.

His feet felt like lead. Urging himself while holding the picture in his mind, repeating his desire to be there, he cautiously lifted his left foot. His entire body was shaking feverishly as panic gripped him tightly. He was terrified that laying his foot down meant he would be setting it at death’s door again.

Please...keep me safe.... Please...I need to go there.... I need to know.... He is depending on me.... I want to go right there, right now....

He moved his foot forward and felt it hit the floor. The deafening fwoosh filled his ears, and he tried to cry out in terror, but the blast of wind pushed his voice back into his throat. The moment it started, the sensation ended, though his panic did not. He opened his eyes slowly.

Sans was standing out in the valley, just outside the shelter, trembling fiercely. He sucked in gulps of air in sharp gasps, struggling to breathe, and staggered forward. His legs and knees were too weak with relief from the fear he had embraced and could no longer support him. They buckled, forcing him to collapse down upon his stomach in the snow.

He slowly shut his eyes as he feebly slammed his left hand down on to the snow in triumph.

“I...I can’t—” he gasped. “I-I can’t believe it.... I did it.... I did it....”

Papyrus was running towards him, calling out for him. “Sas! Sas!”

Sans shakily raised his head to his brother’s voice. “Pap....”

The little skeleton flung himself onto the snow at his brother’s side. “Sas hurt?!”

Sans grinned weakly. “No...no, I’m fine.... Just...tired....”

With Papyrus’ help, he got up to sit in the snow. He was still breathing heavily.

Papyrus still looked concerned, and Sans shook his head.

“I’m ok.... I was just so terrified.... and when it happened, it was loud and fast, and I was so scared I was going to wind up hurt again.... I’m still shaking from being so panicked like that. I just need a minute, I’ll be fine.”

Sans sat back, putting his hands in the snow to hold himself up. He started laughing softly, his grin widening.

“Pap...I did it.”

Papyrus’ face split into a grin. “Sas did it!”

“I did it.”

Papyrus came in to give him a crushing hug, giggling happily.

“Pa knew Sas could do it! Pa beweived in you!”

Sans shut his eyes as he hugged his brother back, his relief and joy washing away the fear, anxiety, and doubts, leaving him exhausted and shaky, but happy. The two brothers held onto each other, laughing at Sans’ accomplishment, as swirls of snow danced around them in celebration.

[jettorii]

chase - ler!march / lee!reader

a game of cat and mouse in which you want to lose.

“you think you can just do that and get away with it?” you nervously squeaked, scrambling to the opposing side of the couch where both you and march were having a standoff.

he glared at you, obviously flustered, and now seeking revenge. you had just snuck up behind him while he was working on his blacksmithing project, startling him with a few squeezes to his side.

needless to say, he was not happy.

“c-come on march- you know how much i love hearing your laugh, it was cute!!” you stutter, trying to make light of the very high pitched squeak he let out when you squeezed him.

his face reddened a bit, and you couldnt tell if it was from annoyance or embarrassment. something deep inside tells you its the latter.

“oh no, im not letting this one go. and youre going nowhere until youre pinned right here,” march points at the couch, “with my thumbs squeezing your hips until i hear begging.” you shiver, knowing his threats, these kind specifically never went undone.

you flush, knowing that theres no getting out of this, and all you can do is delay the inevitable. your small place the two of you shared only had so much room to run.

you pretended to move to the right, march falling suit, before you quickly ran to the left off to the direction of your room.

you slammed the door behind you, not before march slammed his slipper through the crack, both of you now fighting for the door to be closed or opened.

“theres no use~ you already know im going to open this door. and besides, we both know youve been waiting for this.” march snared, stating the obvious. he was right, and there was nothing you could do but let the door go as he overpowered you with the door. he scoops you up with ease, trotting off with you in his arms as he casually walks back in the direction of the living room couch.

“no- march!!” you groan, struggling in his grip trying to get yourself down. damn him and his stupid blacksmithing strength. without another word, he throws you on the couch and swiftly climbs onto you. march pins you down with his left hand, a sinister smirk forming on his lips.

“are you ready, honey?” march says, raising his hand and wiggling his fingers, you gulp, blushing and rolling your eyes at the ‘honey’ remark. you knew he hated petnames, and the only times he used them was when they were at your demise.

“oh how romantic- maha- mahaHARCH!!” you near shook the house down, as march began to precisely knead at the spot right above your hip, pinching the area with the perfect amount of strength that made it tickle so bad. you drove your heels into the couch, stomping and kicking in response, throwing your head back. i mean, what else was there to do with your boyfriend with a mission to wreck you to pieces?

nothing, there was absolutely nothing to do but to take it.

“aw, is it really that bad? how about i just stay here, huh? youd like that, wouldnt you?” you shrieked, throwing your head back as he indeed did stay in that specific spot that drove you mad. you knew he only did that if he truly wanted to be mean, and you guess thats exactly what he wanted to do today.

“MERCY!! MEHEHERCY!!” you cry out before falling into another laughing fit, until he finally slowed down, letting you catch your breath.

until he started again.

the same treatment went on, hed go for your worst spot, pinching and squeezing for a good few seconds before stopping completely. then continuing on right where he left off. it was terrible, leaving you a chance to catch your breath while also knowing that he was going to start it all over again.

“come on, beg more~ i mean, thats all you can do about it anyways-“ march snarked, before taking a look at you in your flustered and giggly state. it made him pause to stare, before his whole face turned bright red.

without another word, he cleared his throat and let you go. youre finally able to catch your breath, wondering what caused him to blush. ah, right. you forgot. how he gets embarrassed tickling you.

it was really cute that he didnt realize it up until now, which had also gotten you a little wound up in embarrassment from the whole situation. you sat up, gaze fixed on his back as all you could see were his cute little ears which were completely red.

“whats got you all flustered, hon~” you smile, crawling towards him and caressing his cheek. march rolls his eyes at the ‘hon’ comment, before surprisingly leaning into your touch.

“.. shut up.” he mumbles, kissing your hand which was on his cheek.

[dahcyst]

PURPLISH BLUE [Chapter 5 : First step]

[AO3 link : http://archiveofourown.org/works/9645383/chapters/22775855]

Chapter 5

"I don't mind who you are for now. The fact that you're here living amongst some of the highest dirigeants of the Galra army only means that you have a great reason, may it be suicidal tendencies or something else. But be careful that nobody finds out about it or you're dead, for sure. And so I am for helping you out."

It had been Shiro's words before he left the bathroom, leaving Lance alone in a barely tiedous bath. The water felt like it was sticking to his fur, soaking it. It was the first time that Lance was bathing under this form, and with a dead shiver he wondered what would have been his life if something like this -Keith casually destroying the door for example- had happened when he was under his altean form.

Oh my.

He would be dead by now.

Zipping up his dark suit in the small bathroom, Lance quickly checked his appareance with the tip of his fingers instead of looking in the mirror. Fur: ok. If was soft under his fingers' pads, and not wet anymore. It was such a pain in the ass to dry it! He should ask Thace how to deal with it next time. Ears: ok. They twitched a little on his head when he touched them and the feeling made him jump. Shiro chose that very moment to push the broken door aside and the view of Lance with his hands on his head made him arc an eyebrow with wonder.

"Don't you even dare say a thing," Lance mumbled, hands immediatly down.

This time, he gave a quick look at his reflection in the mirror, not far fom him, but it only made him tighten his mouth into a thin line of disgust.

That Galra face.

"What's wrong?" Shiro asked.

"I--"

If the man had understood a part of his secret, he certainly didn't know the truth about Lance and his origins, the fact that it wasn't his real appearance. It would be dangerous if he did. Probably for both them.

"Nothing," he finally said. "Just feeling a little tired."

"From what I heard, you didn't leave the flat in three days," Shiro replied. "You need to go out, for sure. Some fresh air might help."

How nice of him.

Lance pulled a little on the thick fabric of Thace's suit that stuck a bit between his ass cheeks and decided not to mind about Shiro's funny gaze at it.

"Tight?" He asked.

"Not your business," Lance snorted. It wasn't that tight actually, but Lance probably was...A bit taller than the young Thace who used that suit before.

It only earned him a soft chuckle from Shiro.

"Really. Well, are you ready, princess Lanice?"

With a surprised jump, Lance probably made a face at it, and opened wide eyes at the man who raised his eyebrows. Did he mean--

"What? I've barely seen a man using the bathroom for more than an hour like you did."

"An hour?"

"Yeah. Pretty long for a normal bath. Well, for any bath at all, actually."

Lance felt like his heart was about to explode. It might be a false alert for this time, but maybe one day it wouldn't. Refraining some awful and scary thoughts he was getting used to have, Lance shook his head a little.

"I like taking my time," he simply said.

At that, Shiro frowned, and with a quick motion he pushed the door closed before grabbing Lance by the collar, not caring at all about his sudden gasp as they got nose to nose.

"Taking your time isn't Galra," Shiro breathed with a low voice, careful that no one coud hear him. "You should watch your mouth."

Lance didn't answer at that, still unsure about the man being an ally or not. Not an enemy, for sure. A strand of white hair tickled the tip of his nose and he pushed Shiro away without a warning. His hands were trembling a little from the sudden stress of the whole situation. During three days, he had thought that maybe it could be ok. He hadn't been thinking about the right way: living.

He teared his eyes off the man, and the mirror greeted him instantly, making him jaw tense at the view.

"You're right."

Then, with a last look down at his body and a quick pat at the suit, Lance sighed. "I'm ready."

"Follow me."

The corridor was silent when they walked to the door, and Lance observe Shiro all the way until they left the appartment. The human was incredibly used to the place, had his small habits -like the way he brushed his fingers against what Lance supposed was Keith's door. Later, Shiro would explain that it was a way of telling the Galra that he was leaving for a while, going outside. Because of his condition as a human, as a pet, a lot of things could happen to him if they weren't careful enough. But despite this facts, Shiro didn't look scared by any mean at the idea of leaving the place.

He was even rather at ease.

The carship that Thace had used to bring Lance from the basement three days ago wasn't parked in that huge dark place underground. The lot was almot empty and as Lance was giving head all around them, Shiro turned his attention to him. "Problem?"

"Last time there were...A lot of ships here..."

"They're gone for now," Shiro explained with a quite surprised look. "They needed it to go and work. I don't know where you're from, but that's how it works on many planets actually."

Lance frowned a little, his mouth already shaping the firt letters for his usual lies, but Shiro shook his head at him with a sigh as he was going to a black motorbike.

"Keep it for the others, Lanice," he said.

Carefully, Shiro watched around, but the silence was all around them, overwhelming and heavy. They were alone. The day was already half gone, and probably no one would come by the time.

Lance shrugged a little. If he didn't intend to say the truth to Shiro, at least he didn't have to lie to the man; it was useless and somehow he felt happy with it. Lying hadn't been his thing at all, guilt always having a after effect on him.

While Lance was wondering again about how things where going, Shiro didn't waste his time, quickly bestriding the motorbike and making the engine roar. At first, it sounded like some rough noise to Lance, but the soft smile on Shiro's face at the low and steady sound soon changed his mind.

"Come on, Lanice!"

Well.

Why not?

Lance had never ride any of these vehicles. There were some on Altea, of course, it wasn't especially a Galra product, but it wasn't something that they, Royalties, would think about for their personnal use. They had their own drivers, with their own carships, and it had always been enough. But sometimes, when he was looking at others, going home by themselves in small bunches of people, a hint of jealousy was softly blossoming in the depth of his stomach. But he'd always followed the rules, always walked behind his big sister.

When the motorbike started moving, Lance didn't expect it to be like that and with as much surprise as much fear he had grabbed Shiro's waist, his arms tightly circled aroung the thick muscles working under the dark suit.

The air was suddenly full of freshness on his face, and his face full of Shiro's shoulder as he felt himself almost about to climb on the man because of the incredible fear that he was about to fall from the motorbike. His ears were full of Shiro's laughter at that.

"Knees up, Lanice!" The man laughed and Lance immediatly obeyed, his knees meeting Shiro's thighs.

It was scary. How could Shiro like it so much?

The sound of the air was filling his head and he wondered if he would be able to hear properly again after that as they were leaving the underground through a flat platform allowing them to drive higher.

Outside was the darkest city Lance had ever seen. He had already thought such a thing the first time he'd been here with Thace, watching the dark places, the small and narrow streets, the deep and dark sky full of that huge and purple moon.

But this time, it felt different. He was't sure how, he didn't know why, but something was different from the first day. The sound of the outside wasn't muffled by the thick windows of a carship he was stuck in. Beyond the high pitched air hissing hard in his ears, Lance could hear carships low flying above the dark surface of the ground and following clean and smooth roads. When he was lookng around them, he could see Galras walking on each side of those roads, chatting, running, taking a quick glance at different shops' windows with sometimes a real interest.

It was a city, full of life, full of Galras living their lives.

It was full of people. They were different, but they were here, acting casually and for the first time in his whole life, Lance wasn't sure if he wanted to refere to those creatures as cruel and dangerous right now.

Actually, he wasn't sure of anything anymore and was slightly considering the thing itself: he didn't know anything about Galras. History had put them on the top of the galactic enemies in Altean classes. But were they all the same?

Was that old Galra, with his probably painful arched back, really dangerous?

Would that other Galra, holding the hand of a Galra kid, suddenly kill a bunch of people for his own pleasure?

There was that shop featuring those amazingly graven gems behind a clear window.

There was that shop with the most recent bodysuits on metal lay-figures and more casual clothes in another shop nearby. Lance could feel the strong power and presence of the army in the Galra culture just by looking at most of the people.

Even if he was trying to melt with Shiro's body as much as possible and still trembling when the motorbike finally stopped, Lance couldn't help but feel--

Free.

Even with that Galra fabric under his pads, on Shiro's belly, muscles moving under his curled fingers.

Even with his eyes widened as big as he could, to stare at everything at once -but it was impossible.

"Lanice, would you leave me now?"

Lance didn't answer immediatly. It was something that hadn't hit him at first when he arrived on this planet, when he'd left his castle, when he learned about what would be his life for the next four years at least.

There was still the weight of fear in his mind, amongst all type of thoughts now burning his brain. But it was something he clearly didn't mind about.

"Lanice? Really, your claws--"

How had he not understood it before?

Freedom.

"--truly hurt, I don't have your skin, man."

Lance jumped a little at that, back to earth in less than a second, and lowered his hands instantly. He felt the stretch fabric go back against Shiro's stomach right away and the man sighed softly in relief before standing, keys already in his hand.

Lance blinked. When had Shiro turned the engin off? Was he gone so far in his own thoughts?

But Shiro didn't seem to mind a lot about Lance's behaviour, holding out a hand to pull the so-called Galra off the bike. He laughed a little at Lance's undone face.

"Wow, looks like it was your first time?"

"N--not at all!" Lance mumbled, tearing his eyes away to avoid Shiro's gaze. Actually, the deep scar under his eyes made them look even more intense than what they should look.

"Even Keith doesn't have that grip on me -and God knows that he's fucking scared on this,' Shiro stated like it was nothing, but Lance pouted at the words.

"Are you comparing us?"

Lance was now following Shiro, quickly catching up with his speed. The human was following a particular path traced on the ground near the road, and the Altean prince imitated him with no question.

"Well, not really? A little. Keith didn't try to open my stomach with his bare hands, at least."

Lance narrowed his eyes, trying to loo threatening but it just made Shiro chuckle at his weak attempt.

"Not bad," he said. "With some practise--" he lowered his voice with a playful smirk and leaned a little on Lance as the Prince was walking by his side. "--I bet we can make a good Galra of you."

Lance gasped at it, taken off gard and pushed Shiro away with a quick motion. "Sh--shut up! What do you ean by 'we' by the way?"

"Mh? Thace, of course."

It made Lance choke on his own saliva and he struggled a little on his feet to keep Shiro's speed.

"Wha--Thace!?"

"Yeah. He's the one who brought you here, I guess he knows what's going on then."

Lance felt like he was turning white -but he was probably more lavender than anything else. He suddenly grabbed Shiro's arm, earning a surprised look.

"Mh? Well, he's the one who brought you here, if I'm not wrong. Who else?"

"Don't!"

Shiro blinked and Lance thought, a bit to late, that it was certainly a bad idea to talk so much to Shiro. To let him know that he truly wasn't a Galra. He could have refute his words, he could have acted so Shiro wouldn't be sure that Lance wasn't what he pretended to be.

So Shiro wouldn't think about talking to Thace about that secret.

If Thace had to learn that the human knew it...

Lance wasn't sure of what the Galra could do. But still, he had made it pretty clear that Lance shouldn't get too close to Shiro. The pet.

"I mean--"

Shiro frowned and stopped in the middle of his walk, Lance still hanging at his arm. "Lanice, is it some serious thing?"

"I--Uh." Lance hesitated. Well, was being one of the heir princes of a kingdom a serious thing? Or should he only answer at that as a altean student? "Not for now?" He tried, unsure himself.

Shiro's face got a bit dark, his grey eyes staring at Lance. It sent him a long shiver along his spin, but there was no possibility to run away.

"If you ever get us all in trouble for any stupid reason we should actually know, I warn you here and now: you're a dead alien."

"Alien?" Lance had grinned at the word despite himself, making Shiro blush a little. "Isn't that word for kids? Who still say it?"

"Oh my god, Lanice, you sound like Keith--Just shut up and don't switch our positions! I'm being serious!"

"And so I am," Lance replied. This time, he gave Shiro a concerned look and the man sighed at it before looking away. His feet moved a little on the dark ground and he continued his way, Lance on his heels. "Ah, Shiro, wait--"

"Everybody has is own secrets," Shiro said. His voice was a bit low and Lance had to catch up with his sudden speed, ears twitching with interest on his head as he was trying to get the man's words. "Just, this is a warning. Don't fuck up everything. Not for something selfish, at least."

Lance frowned at it. "Selfish? Do you think I'm that stupid?"

"I don't know you at all and you've been wandering in the flat with Altean clothes on you, so yeah, definitely, stupid suits you pretty well, princess."

Shiro had talked so casually that it took Lance some seconds to process what was behind all that. He froze, throat suddenly dry, but tried to hide his qualm. "What, Altean?" He asked.

"Oh my god, you don't even know where it was from? Your friend wanted to see you dead or something by giving you such a poisoned present?"

Lance could see the human's shoulders drop with annoyance at the situation and somehow he could feel how hard it was for Shiro to take this all. Would he even try to go further in all of this? As a pet, was he even allowed to lie to his owner and protect Lance like he'd done before in the bathroom?

Too many questions, Lance!

Shiro pushed the door of a big shop, and Lance grimaced at the frontage featuring pieces of meat. It was impossible to define what creatures they'd cut. There was no skin, no fur anymore and...No head. No tail. Without the skin and fur, Lance couldn't see how the paws might have looked like when it was alive.

Inside, there was even more pieces of fresh meat on display behind a large window. The smell of raw meat was strong. Awful. Disgusting.

An impressive Galra was standing there, cuting small blocs of meat with a huge knife. His head tilted a little at the two men coming in the shop, but soon a grin enlighted his purple face.

"Oh, isn't that the pet!" he greeted, and then he raised his eyebrows at Lance who was following in Shiro's shadow. "Aaaand?"

"Lanice," Shiro said with a glance behind his back and Lance felt his ears flat on his head under the big Galra's curious gaze.

"New owner? Never saw his fa--"

"Keith's cousin," Shiro cut out.

The butcher frowned at that, looking first upset that Shiro dared cutting him -Lance could almost read a threat on his features against the human, but after two seconds his face changed.

"Wait, you mean Sendak's cousin then? Thace's cousin? Ulaz's cousin?"

Half hidden behind Shiro's body, Lance nodded a little under the intense gaze. It was more like the Galra was looking at him as if he was a ghost and somehow it felt uncomfortable, making Lance squirm a little on place.

"Y-yeah?"

"From the garrison on Balmera," Shiro added and Lance shivered as the gladiator used the lie they'd been setting up for Lance. Why was he doing it? Why was he even trying to help Lance and make up for him?

It was probably a human thing, he chose to think in the end. The Galra made some big eyes, still staring at Lance. It was even worse after he heard about Balmera.

"Oh my god, Balmera? Boy, when did you arrived here?"

Lance blinked. "Uh, three days--"

"How can you be so fucking lucky? PET!" Shiro slightly jumped at the sudden call, but it seemed that only Lance was able to see it from so close. Hands clenched into fists on his thighs, Shiro was just standing, straight and defensive in front of the huge Galra. "Do they know anything about Balmera? No, they didn't tell you? Do you know? They just said about the attack in the morning but--"

The Galra was only scary by looking at him. If he was shutting his eyes down, Lance didn't hear the same thing, and by staring at the floor he only could find a man in a huge worry. An attack? On Balmera? The planet wan't one that could easily been attacked, half of it was under the Galra's influence and there were mostly military training camps there.

"--See, there's my son in the third corp, couldn't call him, it wasn't working again...Hey pet, do you know something?"

"Sir, we don't have any news about anything," Shiro stated. His body was stiff and Lance, silent, only shook his head under the Galra's gaze falling on him again. "Keith and Ulaz are back from their last mission. Thace and Sendak aren't here today."

"I--I see. Well, if ever...Tell them that we're waiting for news, ok pet?" The Galra let out a deep sigh and, again, put all his attention back on Lance. "Aaaah, sorry for this, Lanice. So Sendak's cousin, uh? Having a break for a few days? Never heard of you before."

With a sudden stress, Lance looked at Shiro, but the man only stepped aside to let the Galra see Lance entirely this time. The gladiator wouldn't help here -and it wasn't so surprising, Lance realized all of a sudden. Now, it was all about what Thace and Lance had set together. The lie.

"I had to leave the army," he started, putting every part of it one by one in his mind not to forget anything. "Too soon," he added. "My body is too weak and I'm sick, my superiors couldn't use it anymore."

Lance wasn't sure about the way he had to say it, it sounded weird but Thace had insisted on it: the training was so hard that young Galras were mostly used, due to their amazingly strong bodies and superiors wouldn't go easy on them. The butcher nodded at that.

"Father?" he asked, visibly curious.

The Galra was into it and not even doubted about Lance's words. Nor Lance's race. It was a Galra to Galra talk and it gave the prince some adrenalin and he lift his head, eyes meeting the butcher's gaze. The glowing eyes were almost smiling on the softening face while he was talking.

"Draek," Lance said, and he thought about his own father for a few second. Would the king still be proud of him as was lying so easily?

"Mh, Draek?" The Galra looked a bit thoughtful at the name but suddenly opened wide eyes as if putting every pieces of a puzzle at the good place. "Draek! You're the son!? Man, that boy left years ago without a word! Didn't think that the son himself would show up! How is Draek doing now? What did he do this whole time? Hey, pet! Why did you come, by the way?"

By Lance's side, Shiro rolled his eyes a little, mumbling. "Meat for one week, five Galras. Sendak's account."

The Galra grunted at that and instantly went back on Lance who felt a little bad for Shiro. But the human didn't seem to really matter about the situation. He looked more...Concentrated? His eyebrows were slightly frowning as he was listening to them.

It took Lance a moment to realize what was happening.

"Father isn't...Here anymore," Lance continued. Somehow, it was hard to talk about a fake father. His thoughts were instinctively going to the Altean king and the idea of his father being dead just took him at the throat, a huge lump keeping him from swallowing.

The Galra scowled a little.

Under his suit, Shiro's muscles were tensing for a moment. Hard. Impressive.

He was taking care of the situation, ready to act if anything was happening. It hit Lance that, actually, Shiro wasn't really a gladiator, nor a pet, nor a simple human. He was more than that, but a Galra would probably never notice the small nuance in all of that.

He was a Guardian. Lance was pretty sure of that. It'd been a long time since the day he met one, but here he could feel the same aura emanating from the man.

"So Draek is dead after all," the butcher said with a loud sigh. "Should have guessed. Not coming back after all that time really meant something in the end."

Shoulders falling down a little, Lance remained silent.

Their stay in the butchery didn't last forever after that, the Galra soon back to work for Shiro's order -or, Lance would rather say, for Sendak's order. It was incredible to think about how the huge Galra was into that hierarchy even if he wasn't in the army at all.

As they were back outside, the door closing behind them, Shiro finally let out a loud sigh after a moment of silence. They had walked for a while now, the man carring two awfully huge bags full of meat. But Shiro was walking with it like nothing.

"Wanna some help?" Lance offered nonetheless.

Shiro lifted an eyebrow at him. "I'm not sure if--"

Lance rolled his eyes at him -was it as weird as when a real Galra was doing it? "Oh, come on man!"

A few seconds later, he was swearing all he could at Shiro, the man properly smirking at him and the heavy bag stuck on the ground. "S--stop laughing, dumbass!" he hissed, and Shiro hold a hand up, chucking even harder.

"I'm not laughing."

"What are you made of, Shiro?" Lance huffed as he was trying to lift the bad again -but it wasn't even moving from the ground. At all.

"Something like meat and metal, I guess?"

Shiro's laughter became a little bitter somehow, and Lance lowered his eyes to the prosthesis hanging by his side. Metal, and it sounded like Shiro wasn't refering about himself as a human being anymore. There was something sad in his words, in his tone, in his smile fading little by little.

But Lance didn't have time to ask anything; Shiro had already taken the second bad from Lance's useless try at lifting it, and was walking along the street.

It was a sensible topic, and Lance noted that.

Hands free, Lance didn't really know what to do with them and crossed his finger together in his back while oberving the different shops they were passing by.

"How could a human become a pet, Shiro?"

"I'm not sure you could understand."

"You don't know me."

"That's why I won't answer to this. For now. Ah, there..."

Shiro pushed a new door and Lance stared at the front. It was the shop featuring amazingly beautiful gems from before when they were driving. From that far, it had taken his attention.

From this close, it was even more. Something breath taking.

"Lanice?" Shiro asked, holding the door opened for the young man.

"Ah, uh, sorry."

The inside was dazzling. His heart beating hard in his chest, Lance didn't care so much about the reason why Shiro was here. Instead, he went to the small glass case displaying different types of gems.

It was something he knew pretty well. As a Royal Altean, rich gems were his thing, a part of the royal heritage. He knew them by heart.

Diamonds. Sapphires. Amethysts -he loved those ones even more, they were so rare on Altea. Many other gems with a multitude of colors, and he silently remember their names, trying not to get trapped by their ressemblance with one or another.

Here, there wasn't the smell of meat -except for the bags Shiro was carring.

It was bright, the soft purple light of the giant moon coming inside and making the gems glitter so nicely that it made Lance want to cry from their beauty.

Here, it felt like tht huge room in the castle, where hundreds of gems were on display.

It felt like home.

"May I help you?"A voice asked and made Lance jump.

If Shiro was still waiting patiently at the glass counter -everything seemed made out of glass- the old Galra standing behind wasn't there anymore. He was standing in front of Lance, on the other side of that round and small glass case the prince was staring at, counting how many sides this purple gem had. He loved it.

Small glasses where hanging on the tip of his nose, the pair of glowing eyes staring at him.

With a quick glance at Shiro, Lance hesitated.

"I, uh--Not really, I'm waiting for--"

A nod from the human. "--The pet."

"Oh! First time I see him with someone else than the young Keith. New master of yours, Shiro?"

"No way!" They both replied in a hurry before sharing a new gaze and obviously refraining a small laughter.

"I'm Lanice," Lance said with a grin. In front of the old man, the fear of that race wasn't that strong, probably due to the weak old body facing him.

"Really?" The old man raised his eyes up to the ceiling with a expression of deep annoyance, but kept talking nonetheless. "You look interested, young boy?"

Lance looked down at the gems. "Uh, yeah...I like them a lot."

"Those ones," the old man continued with a look at the purple gems, "are this planet specialty. You know it, of course?"

A little taken by surprise but still aware of his situation, Lance nodded slowly. "They're still amazing though. Whenever I look at them, it always feels like they're smoothing my mood. If they could talk, I'm pretty sure their voices would be the most beautiful song we've ever heard--"

He stopped at the silence Shiro wasn't talking, eyes wide while staring at Lance. He was in the back of the old Galra and probblu couldn't see the blank expression on the purple face. The two bland glowing eyes blinked at the prince for a moment in silence, and in the end a funny laughter raised from the small chest.

"Oh boy, you're funny! Haven't heard something like this for so long!"

From his place, Lance could see Shiro breath hard in relief, his face almost white. The human seemed even more stressed than Lance about someone finding out the truth. The old man finally smiled, with small and damaged teeth.

"You seem to be interesting, boy," he said and there was a genuine interest in his voice.

It reminded Lance of the old Alteans toward hiw everytime he was studying the gems, alone in that huge room. They liked it and couldn't help but tell him every story they had in memory about this or that stone, precious or not.

Lance had never cared about their preciousness. He was more into their beauty, the way they could shine, more or less according to their robe, to their clearness. Their colors, flickle and depending on the light, on their support, on how you had to look at them, sometimes depending on the time itself.

"I just like them," Lance repeated, and this time he let his passion come through his words.

"You must be a good person, then."

"Uh?"

Lance's eyes left the beautiful gems to blink at the old Galra. The soft expression on his face took him appart and he didn't know what to say, to be honest. Behind him, Shiro looked the same, with an incredulous look on his face.

"I'm Torek," the Galra said. He left the glass case, going back to his counter witout even a look for Shiro. "I'm done with the pet's arm for now, you can tell Keith. But you, Lanice--"

With the tip of a finger, he adjusted his glasses on his nose and glance at the young man with a gentle and amused grin. "--come anytime to watch them. You're welcome."

The street didn't feel the same after that. The way back to the motorbike seemed a little less long this time and Lance was slowly getting used to the dim light of that moon. It was enough to properly see though.

Shiro didn't talk on the way back, leaving Lance alone with his own thoughts -which where mostly lost between an amethyst and a topaz. When they reach the dark engine, Lance straddled it at Shiro's gesture for him to do so, and raised his gaze to the human when he caught a glance of Shiro's arm.

"Who was that man?" he asked. "He said he was done with your arm, did he do something?"

Shiro paused, as if he was thinking too much about the answer -ad it kind of irritated Lance. "Well, the jeweller..." he started. "

"Don't mess with me, pet," Lance growled -and for once, he liked this appearence for letting him talk like this more comfortably.

Shiro gave him a dark glare at the name. "Torek is a jeweller and a prosthesis maker."

While talking, he straddled the bike too, and managed to wedge the huge bags between his thighs and arms -and it looked like he as rather used to it, which made Lance smile.

"Oh, so he's the one who made this?" And with the tip of his finger, he touched Shiro's elbow, feeling for a second the hard surface hidden under the fabric of the Galra suit.

One second only though, because Shiro teared his arm away, turning his head to look at Lance as he was getting the motor starting. "Don't touch it, princess."

Lance pouted at it. "I'm not a--"

"I'm not a pet. Just keep in mind that I'm just another race."

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advice? skinship

뭐효? send ‘advice?’ to ask my muses for advice!누구? @imseiun​!상태? accepting! 

         ❛Ah, someone’s caught your interest, hyung? Worry not, expert on love matters Hong is here for the rescue! Now let’s begin to adress the issue – you claim to want to know how to skinship with a girl, don’t you? Well, in that case there are a few simple factures to consider at first before we jump into the physics; are you close to one another? Let’s say that you are; do you… well, basing on a somewhat close relationship in which you’re both mildly comfortable with one another – begin the skinship with light touches. Touches like… removing a fallen eyelash fom her cheek or some dust from her eyelashes – you’ve watched romance dramas, right? Small and tender touches like these, like brushing hair from her face if it’s windy or in the way, cleaning her cheek or nose from something that dirtied it like a pastry she ate and so on. Then, when she’s comfortable with it  —  progress to playing with her hair, letting your knees ‘accidentally’ touch, (small touches here and there leaves her wanting more)  and say something funny, or laugh at her jokes and while you’re laughing, gently touch the top of her hand or forearm teasingly, but don’t force it too much or it will be obvious – just try to appear carefree to make it look casual and natural – like it’s a normal gesture you perform towards everyone when laughing and such… sit close to her, naturally, and have your eyes locked often. Push her playfully (please be gentle of the delicate being!) as you joke around and brush her hair tenderly behind her shoulder, hand persuming downwards it slowly when you speak. Make such things appear natural and comfortable so she gets used to it, and becomes a part of it, too. If you’re very comfortable with one another hugs are an excellent thing! Hug her when she’s upset or just for no reason at all; back hugs, side hugs, wrap your arm around her shoulder when you pull her closer to you in a crowded street… so on so on… tickle her in playfights and if it goes well enough (you know, we’ve watched cliche romance dramas) don’t miss your chance! Just don’t forget to be patient and respectful towards her. Text me when you guys go full house, ‘kay? ❜