#gah i’m gonna need someone to hold my hand during the show

[pedrospatch]

i’m so nervous for sunday

i want pedro to win

i want bella to win

i want tlou to win

and now i want taylor to win lmao

[suckmybigtoeoikawa]

Hello, I saw your request page. Hopefully, requests are still open. If they are, can I please request some headcanons sfw or nsfw for Keigo(Hawks), Taishiro (Fat Gum), Toshinori (All Might), and Enji (Yes, Endeavor.) With a curvy bbw, beautiful black woman, big beautiful woman. (We thicc girls need love too) I can never find any good ones. They're all so lame. If Enji isn't someone you can't do, maybe you can do (Hizashi) Present Mic. I know a lot of people hate Endeavor, for good reason but I like the direction he's heading. And honestly, the idea of him being put into his place by a tiny sassy black woman, I live for it.😌

dawg i’ve been on break for the longest but i gotchu 🤝

n since i literally haven’t wrote in like an eternity imma do endeavor ans present mic, yk gotta spoil my bby😩

i went over board with hawks…

Keigo

aint no way this man not gonna date a black girl

on top of that i imagine her being thick/plus size so like 👀

Keigo is a ass man for sure ain’t not way this man ain’t about the ass

you’ll catch him staring at you ass or always wanting to feel it

he just wanted to touch you all the time

ONTOP OF THAT HE’S SHAMLESS ABOUT IT TOO

there’s a photo of you guys in public and s his hand is right on your ass while he’s grinning at the camera.. stg that got some news going

he’s the type to like hold onto your stomach, or like play with your stomach fat

and it’s lowkey annoying but he just can’t help himself

everyday there is constant praise for your body, like literally he’s always saying something slick but ofc in an endearing way stuff like

“hey do a 360 for me… now just do a 180.. gah dayum”

“but like wouldn’t it be funny if you just like.. say on my face.. hahaha.. i’m being serious.”

SPEAKING OF SITTING ON FACES, he’s like the type to threaten to throw himself off a building just so u can sit on his face, you think i’m playin he don did it before he will not hesitate to strike again…

whenever you do sit on his face he’s always pressing your cunt down deeper into his face, he wants to taste every part of you

he’s the type to grip your ass when your riding him, he fr act like he can’t handle it but chileeeee

he will have you everywhere

he’s also the type to show u off, like seriously people are sick of him

“look at my baby” this nigga squealin

but yeah he’s so sweet, his heart beat faster when he’s with you and so does his cock 🤭

Taishiro

literally will carry you, like stop bro he’d carry you all over the place

he’s so sweet towards his s/o he thinks you could fr do no wrong cause you just so cute to him omfg

and i cannot stress this enough .. he’s obsessed with you like your literally the first thought on his mind :((

another tummy grabber

he’ll hug you from behind and grab your stomach and just continue have small talk with you like he’s not using you as a personal stress ball

OMFG

he would kiss your stomach too like dawg whattttt so fucking cute

he’s all about body positivity so he loves when your feeling yourself in a nice outfit

especially when all your assets look good, shooooot he gonna be like “come here girl”

he’s also the type to squeeze your cheeks, on your face or the other ones

also kiss your cheeks :(((

he also wouldn’t care if your big spoon or little spoon but he prefers to be big spoon

when he hugs you he lifts you up bro omfg

yea overall he’s so sweet towards you and everytime he sees you he calls you precious cause to him your so precious :((

Enji 🙄

idk he’s giving sugar daddy vibes

he’s the type to buy you nice little silk nightgowns

and pay for everything dawg

but he’s the type to lay on your chest, like your suffocating but it’s a nice way to go out

he treats you really nicely and is in love with you thighs, he will buy you certain outfits that try to make your thighs stand out

during more sensual times he’s the type to kiss you thighs, or if he’s feeling more frisky he’d leave bite marks or hickeys

there was a moment when you and Enji had sex the day before you went to the beach and the press was there

you had to lie to them and tell them that a dog bit your thigh.. and enji wasn’t looking any better with the red scratches on his back

i think he prefers to see your natural hair out and doing it as well, because of the difference in hair types, it’s new to him

before you guys started dating you fr had to put his big ass in check, cause who tf does he think he catching an attitude with 😐

you would grab his by his tie and make his ass get on your level and tell him that you wasn’t there for none of that bullshit dawg

ans he listened 😋

but yeah he’s pretty good

he’s fr the thigh destroyer, will take your thighs off with a knife and fork

Hizashi

i swear if you say anything bad about yourself he’s gonna start fighting the air

his goal is to just make you laugh cause he loves your smile, he loves the way you laugh

but aside from that he lives the way your body moves, like omfg

you don’t think your doing anything, but to him your doing everything

he’ll try to get you to dance with him, cause yk he likes to see you move

and he has a bad (/good) habit of always having his hands on you, but it becomes bad because his hands will go to low… or to high..

like one time you were dancing with him and his hands went from your hips down to your ass

like oh.. we’re in public

or you’ll be cookin something and his hands travel up toooooo far, ans it gets you flustered

i feel like he loves your natural hair because he loves to do hair together at the same times

but i feel like he loves it when you get braids

another bad problem he has his whenever you get braids, especially long ones, he wants to pull on them

fight him. like actually

cause he will do it during random ass times

he lays on your chest dawg, and between your thighs

shoot even on your ass

be thinks the stomach gurgling sounds nice

like oh…

but he’s so funny during your whole relationship, and he’s so accepting of learning and adapting to new things 10/10 partner

**

i’m so sorry this came out so late, but after a whole lot of life events imma try to post a lot more :))

I hope you enjoyed it 🤍 Please Like, comment what you think and follow 🤍 have a great day 🤍

masterlist

[spideyspeaches]

Inconveniences ↬ p.p

AN: This is a reupload from my old account!

An entry for @geminiparkers’s 1k writing challenge!

Pairing- College!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex :)

Wc: 1.7k

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1.

You didn’t understand what people saw in the Avengers. They were annoying and had no concept of personal space.

Or maybe those were just your thoughts. You’ve been living with them ever since quarantine started, finally able to convince your parents that you were capable of living alone, you were an avenger, after all. Well you weren’t really living alone, as the people in question along with your boyfriend, Spider-Man lived with you.

Never were you ever glad that May Parker, the angel, had allowed you two to stay together (without much embarrassment).

Back to the point where you got no privacy. For example:

“Peterrrr” you whined, elongating his name to get his attention. You had been horny all day long, craving some semblance of touch from your extremely sweet, hot, amazing, beautiful boyfriend.

He hummed, not even looking up from the laptop he was typing on. He was laying on his side, so you tried to shimmy yourself between the little space on the couch and him, only to grunt when he wouldn’t move.

So you tried something else, because fuck the Avengers you wanted a dick now.

“Petey petey pie,” you whispered, tracing his abs from under his t-shirt. You knew your trick would work, because you could feel them clench.

“Y/N, not here sweetheart.” He muttered, holding your hand while he continued to ignore you.

Pouting, you huffed and flopped back as much as you could.

“You promised you would be free tonight! Gah you’re such a nerd!” You whined, rolling your eyes when you saw Nat entered the living room.

At first she ignored you both, sipping at her milkshake and walking towards the kitchen.

“You chose me and not Harry remember? Thought you were into nerds not gonna lie.” He smirked, his voice low, the kind that had you clenching without a thought.

“And? Are you questioning my choices? Come on Petey you can do your homework later.” You said.

You climbed on top of him, your foot purposefully catching his dick. By now you were practically on his chest , tracing circles around his nipples.

Smirking, you continued to pepper his exposed neck with featherlight kisses, making sure to moan every now and then.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He clenched his jaw, huffing to show that your kisses were not affecting him.

“Well you’re being a party pooper, so I’m having mine.” You muttered, voice muffled as you slid your hands inside his t-shirt, scratching your fingers against his chest.

Grunting, he gently pushed you off, sitting up with his laptop on his legs, “Y/N this is important."

Mouth open now, you puffed your cheeks, folding your hands on your chest.

"Can you believe this dude?!” You shouted, looking at Nat while pointing at your smirking boyfriend, “he chooses homework over sex!”

***

2.

Sipping at your drink, you smiled at the scene in front of you. It was almost half a year under quarantine, and Tony had finally agreed to host a party, albeit an internal one with only the Avengers, and May, now that she was out of duty from the hospital.

“How’re you feeling babe?” Peter appeared, wrapping his hands around your stomach, resting his nose on the crook of your neck.

Sighing, you leaned onto his head, enjoying the way he kissed your neck, caressing your waist with his thumbs.

“I’m good, things are getting normal again, if only the president caught the virus, this country would be a much better place.” You snorted, feeling your back vibrate as he laughed.

“You hate him so much don’t you?” He said.

“He’s hate worthy.” You shrugged, turning around to wrap your hands around his neck, playing with the baby hair on the nape.

Leaning forward, you hummed against his lips, crading your hands through his hair as he pushed you into his chest, fingers playing with the hem of your pants.

“Someone’s gonna walk in on us.” You mutter against his mouth, moaning as his tongue attacks your lips, parting them hungrily.

Swaying with the loud music, you whimpered when he touched your waist, his fingers hot and leaving shocks, your pussy throbbing and gut coiling with anticipation.

Panting desperately, you pulled at his shirt, fingers scrunching in the material as he lifted you up, planting on the counter top as you wrapped your legs around his waist, effectively straddling him. Feeling his muscles rippling under the shirt, gave a throaty moan, huffing due to the lack of oxygen.

Sweat was already coating your foreheads, creating highlights on his cheekbones and reflecting off the lens of his glasses-

“Peter did you see my- Oh! Oh am I disturbing you? Why don’t you use the bedroom though, I don’t think Tony would like if you do it in the kitchen-"

"May! Oh my god-"

”-It’s okay honey, you’re not a teenager anymore-“

Falling off the counter top, you bit your lip, playing with the hem of your shirt, not meeting May’s eyes. You look at your blushing boyfriend, embarrassed at being caught making out in between a party.

"May, just go, please-”

“Um, sorry I was just leaving anyway, you know, I got work to do. Yeah. You both continue.” She smirked, nodding at you and sending a sly wink at you.

Shaking your head, you looked at Peter, twiddling your hands together.

“Sooo, wanna make out?” You ask.

“Yeah. Sure"

***

3.

The dishes clinked together, the noise echoing in the empty kitchen. Peter moved with agility, hands cleaning the dishes as he passed it to you who were putting them on the rack.

You saw him take a deep breath, biting your lips and gulping. You knew what was coming next.

Peter had always been protective of you, as a friend or as a girlfriend. He protected everyone who he loved.

"I’m sorry-"

"Save it. Take your meds and go to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He grunted, nearly smashing the plates as you raised your eyebrows.

“Well be careful of the plates, they’re fragile.” You joked, heart beating fast as you contemplate his reaction.

“How are you so chill about all this?! You know you were reckless, and yet you do decide to not acknowledge the fact that you almost died!” He slammed his fist, nearly breaking the plate with his hand, a small piece did break, piercing his skin.

You jumped at his sudden aggression, your own anger building.

“I’m a big girl now Peter, I can take care of myself, I don’t need you to look out for me everytime I go out!” You snarled, curling your fist, “and you’re one to talk you hypocrite! You’re always so reckless during patrols, how is me getting blasted by a bomb in a fireproof suit, reckless when you get hit by bullets on a daily basis?"

"I stopped listening after you said you got blasted by a bomb, you’re not enhanced Y/N, how am I supposed to-”, he said voice cracking, “I love you okay? I can’t - I can’t lose you okay?"

Your chest ached at his hurt voice. Peter had lost a lot in his short life, his parents, his uncle, almost lost Tony. And now you felt bad about making him feel that way.

"I’m sorry Petey.” You said, taking his cheek in one hand, holding his suds filled hand in another, “You’re hurt."

He chuckled, looking at his hand where the broken plate had pierced it. Tony wouldn’t mind one broken plate, he was a billionaire after all.

"Yeah.” He said, sniffing and putting it under the faucet to get off any remaining blood. You watched in fascination as the wound closed up, not even leaving a scar behind as if you were watching a time lapse.

Rolling your eyes, you grinned mischievously, poking his chest with you fingers and snorting as he giggled, pulling you closer-

“Bucky! Give me back my cookie now or I swear to god-"

"Ughhh you guys do this purposely don’t you?” You groaned, glaring at Bucky and Sam as they stop in their tracks, looking at each other and smirking.

“We neither confirm nor deny your accusations.” Bucky said, plopping the cookie in his mouth and walking out of the kitchen as you bang your forehead against the table.

Why can’t people just let you be intimate with your boyfriend for one second?

***

+1

“Are you sure no one’s gonna walk in, Spider-Man?” You hummed against his lips, moving in slow motions as he caresses your bum.

“If they do, I’ll take care of it.” He rasps, squeezing your bottom and fingering the hem of your shirt shorts.

You were sitting in Peter’s bedroom after a full day of teasing him, because you were horny and desperate. Softly kneading your fingers through his hair, you whined at the feel of his bulge against your crotch, a wet feeling already seeping through those shorts.

Rubbing your hips faster against his, you huff, tracing his biceps and squeezing them occasionally as he moved down with his lips, slipping off your tank top.

“Thought you had super speed.” You grunted, urging him to go faster as he unclasped your bra before looking at you with a smirk, his eyes shining with mirth and lust.

“You were a bad girl today, teasing me every opportunity you got, it’s only fair if I get to do the same.” He said before squeezing your one boob and sucking on the other, a wet pop noise leaving his mouth every time he sucked on it.

Spreading your legs further, you shimmy out of your shorts, lifting Peter’s shirt up to get him out of it before he stopped you.

“Oh no, you’re not-” he started before the door opened with a bang.

“Did you guys-” before Tony could see anything, Peter produced his web-shooters and shot at the door, locking it for at least another two hours.

A muffled, “at least use protection!” Was heard from outside the door. Your face was burning with embarrassment, looking at Peter with an innocently terrified look on your face. He could hear your heart racing, and it was making him like, really hard.

“Now, where to begin.” He whispered, chills shooting up your spine, goosebumps appearing on your skin and the wet feeling intensifying between your thighs.

“Let me at least undress you.” You plead, lifting his t-shirt and unbuttoning his jeans simultaneously.

“No, you were a brat today, and brats don’t get a taste without punishment.” He smirked, flipping you so you hit the backrest, holding your arms up and…webbing You up against the headboard, “today I’m doing all the work."

And you didn’t mind it really. Like, at all.

[shenglingyuan]

title: seize the day and after hours(ao3) pairing: gojo satoru/geto suguru A jujutsu sorcerer’s life is always busy, especially those of the strongest ones, so when a window of opportunity opens itself up just to relax and be with someone you care most about, one can only give in to it. Notes for this AU: In-demand jujutsu sorcerer Gojo x Teacher Geto! In this setting, Toji failed in his mission and still got k-worded, Riko successfully merged with Tengen, so Geto didn't spiral down the "I hate monkeys" hole and Gojo didn't think of becoming a teacher. \o/

“It’s of vital importance that you do not forget to put up a Curtain before you start a mission, even if you cannot see the curse at first glance,” Suguru then carefully dismantles the Curtain before five pairs of inquisitive eyes, “Can anyone tell me why?”

A hesitant hand rises up in the air.

“Yes, Nanako?”

“Uhm, because non-sorcerers might get to see if ever the exorcism becomes a big event and it’s important that we keep the matters of the jujutsu world hidden from them to keep the status quo?”

“Yes, exactly,” Suguru smiles at her. Then, upon noticing the nearby presence, he makes his voice a little bit louder, “So don’t ever forget to set up a Curtain unless you want to be like a certain someone whose magnificent accomplishment of exploding a house got featured in the news.”

“Hey Suguru, stop slandering my renowned name in front of the kids.” The ‘renowned’ Gojo Satoru saunters over to their group, distributing the several bags on his hands. “Got you all souvenirs!”

“Did I lie?”

“Nope. Totally happened.” Satoru grins cheekily, standing next to Suguru and hooking an arm around his shoulder. “Missed me?”

“We’re still having a lesson here.” Suguru flicks at Satoru’s forehead, but he doesn’t pry away from his hold. It’s been over a week since they last saw each other after all. He did miss the man. “Any contribution to make up for your disturbance?”

“Hmm, let me think…ah! If you want to exorcise curses, you’ve got to be crazier than them.”

“That’s not particularly helpful.”

“It’s because you’re unimaginative.”

In front of five unwilling audiences, Satoru clings to his side like a leech. Suguru tries with all his might to deliver the last few important points of the day’s lesson, with one of his hands keeping Satoru’s face at bay from smothering his own.

“And that’s all for today’s session. Tomorrow, we’ll discuss some preparations before your next field assignment.”

“Yay! Suguru’s mine now!” Satoru almost didn’t let him finish his final remarks, squeezing by his side even tighter.

“Gah,” Nobara is the first one to openly show her complaint about the public display of attention in front of them, “Can you please have some consideration for us single students, Gojo-san?”

“Aren’t you too young to be thinking of romance?” Satoru answers back as if he’s talking to someone of his own age. “No dating until you’ve graduated!”

“Weren’t the two of you already dating during your second year in high school?” Megumi points out without missing a beat.

“What?!” Yuji’s jaw dropped, “They’re that long already?”

“Because it’s true love, dear students,” Satoru answers confidently, providing Suguru much embarrassment.

“Anyway,” Suguru finally cuts them off, “This has been a very fruitful conversation. You can go spar now, maybe the second years are looking for sparring partners as well.”

Teacher and students finally part ways, with the teacher dragging a long clingy blindfolded man with him. Satoru recounts to him every detail of his trip the past two weeks, even those that are not related to the mission at all, and Suguru is all ears. Ever since they reached Special Grade level as sorcerers, they’ve been given fewer missions together. Sorcerers are very few, after all, and they need to maximize their numbers efficiently. Sometimes, Suguru would find himself wishing there’s some especially dangerous situation that would require both of their presence, but he’d take back the thought as soon as it’s out, still preferring this kind of stability. So for now, he can only live through Satoru’s lively retelling.

Right as they arrived at their shared room, Satoru finally ends his narration.

“Seems like it’s another breeze of a mission, huh,” Suguru pulls off the blindfold over Satoru’s eyes and smooths down his hair.

“Mhm,” Satoru wraps his arms tightly around Suguru’s waist, burying his face on the crook of his neck. “Would have been faster if you were there.”

“Do you even need me?”

“Of course! What are you talking about?” Satoru lifts his head and stares directly at Suguru’s eyes, “Individually, we are strong enough to take down the most powerful curses. But together, I bet we could take all over the world.”

“And your point being?”

“Since we’re not onto world domination yet, we can’t help but not be together all the time.”

“Idiot.” Suguru presses a finger on Satoru’s forehead, earning him a pout. “No world domination. Keeping the peace is enough.”

“Mmmm…yeah but I still want to do something about those idiotic higher-ups.”

“You’re too chaotic for your own good. How about settling here and teaching with me instead?”

“Suguru.” Satoru’s tone is suddenly serious. His hands grabbed at Suguru’s waist, pulling him close. “Is that a marriage proposal? You know I’m gonna say yes.”

“Still thinking about it.”

“What a tease.” Satoru’s fingers find their way through Suguru’s hair, undoing his bun to let his hair loose. He then leans forward, uttering lazily against his mouth, “If you don’t propose first, I might just do it ahead of you.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe.” With a smile, Satoru closes the distance with a kiss.

Suguru sighs into it, letting Satoru lazily nibble on his lips. Some days, it’s more than enough to just lay down and let time pass, no rush, no urgency, just the two of them entangled in each other’s arms. A jujutsu sorcerer’s life is always busy, especially those of the strongest ones, so when a window of opportunity opens itself up just to relax and be with someone you care most about, one can only give into it.

_ _

A familiar ringtone wakes Suguru from his sleep, his eyes opening to the darkness. The analog clock by the wall shows 07:21 PM…he has been out for a few hours. A weight is draped over him, rendering him unable to move for a moment.

“Satoru.”

“Hm?”

“Phone.”

Satoru doesn’t budge. “That’s yours.”

“Well, how can I move with you wrapped around me?”

After a slight pause, Satoru reaches for the phone himself and answers the call. “Hello? Oh, Auntie, you called! Yeah, he’s right here. Nah, you didn’t bother us at all. I’ll give the phone to him now.”

Suguru takes the call, stifling a yawn as he answers, “Hello Mom, it’s been a while.”

He watches as Satoru lazily walks to the cabinet and pulls out a set of comfortable clothes, simultaneously gracing him with an unhindered view of his naked back.

“Yeah, it’s good here, just a bit busy with the students’ upcoming field assignment…Hm? Wait let me ask,” he covers the mouthpiece and sits up, “Satoru, Mom’s asking when we can visit.”

“As soon as you’re free,” his head comes out of the shirt, hair all messy, giving him a youthful and unrestrained look, “I have all the privilege to request a leave anytime I want. I’ll go get us dinner, okay?”

“Sure, go ahead.” Suguru waves him away, returning to the phone call with his mother, “I think we can visit during the break if there’s nothing urgent. Is there something up?”

The door outside shuts close. Satoru turns to his side, his gaze landing on the frames displayed on the bedside table. The largest among them is a group picture from last winter vacation — him, his parents, Satoru, and the four kids. For some reason, it felt like a family picture, so he had it especially framed, taking center spot among the others.

“Well, the girls are always on their phones in their free time, of course, they’d be easier to contact than me. It’s a bit busy handling a class of five, they said it’s already a big batch. Yes, yes, I’ll tell them that.”

Ten years ago, after Suguru has successfully rescued Mimiko and Nanako from that one village, he immediately went to his parent's house to ask for their help. After all, what does a seventeen-year-old know about taking care of kids? His parents were initially shocked, but upon hearing the situation, they immediately took pity on the girls and gladly took them in. You’re always in Tokyo anyway, the house feels a bit empty without a kid, they said. But the girls wanted otherwise. After a bit of coaxing, Suguru managed to convince them to stay in his family’s house until at least he graduates from Jujutsu Tech, then he will take them back to Tokyo to live with him.

Little did he know, Satoru would also pick up two kids to take care of, and this was after he declared he would not babysit anymore after they completed their task with Riko two years prior. They’re not simple kids either; though they go by the surname Fushiguro, the boy — Megumi — has an inherited technique of the Zen’ins, and yet Satoru fought tooth and nail to be their guardian. Since he didn’t want them to be involved with the jujutsu world yet, he decided to let the kids stay in Sendai until Megumi has to attend Jujutsu Tech.

The twins and the Fushiguros occasionally met when Suguru would come to Sendai with Satoru, but last year’s winter, they decided to spend it in Suguru’s home much to his parents’ delight, and they were one complete family.

Suguru smiles at the memory, just as his mother finishes her long list of reminders for the kids on the other side of the phone.

“Okay, okay, you take care, too. I won’t forget. Love you. Tell Dad I love him, too. Bye.”

After stretching a bit, Suguru finally gets up from the bed and picks up his scattered clothes on the floor, dressing himself up. Just as he is about to wear his shirt, he catches sight of the marks on his body, most especially the bruising spot on the nook of his neck.

“Goddamnit, Satoru,” he mutters, coming closer to the mirror to check how badly Satoru left evidence. “Gonna make you pay next time.”

“Dinner’s here!” Just then, Satoru’s head pops from the doorway, his blue eyes peeking right above the rim of his sunglasses. He sees Suguru standing in front of the mirror, then chuckles audibly.

“Shut it.”

“What?” A sly smile grows on Satoru’s lips as he strides closer to Suguru. He caresses the bruising mark on the nook of Suguru’s neck, then bends down to lightly kiss it, murmuring, “Any complaints about my service earlier?”

“Magnificent as always,” Suguru sighs defeatedly, “The marks you leave though…”

“I made sure your uniform will hide this,” Satoru winks at him in the mirror. “Come on, I got food.”

He drags them to the dinner table where two bowls of meatballs and steaming rice are waiting for them, “Here, eat up.”

“You bought this?”

“No, the kids made that. Yuji was teaching them earlier when I dropped by. Mimiko and Nanako especially made these meatballs for you.”

“And how about the meatballs in the bowl you’re eating?”

“Megumi made this for me.”

“…”

“He made this for his friends, but I took it.”

Suguru flashes him a smile, “I love it when you’re being honest.”

“Shut up.”

“Did you really make that much of a bad first impression on that kid? I can’t believe it’s been nine years, but he still hasn’t warmed up to you.”

“I dunno,” Satoru pouts, trying to recall the memory of their first meeting together. “I wish he could rely on me more, you know, like how the girls rely on you.”

“I do think they rely too much on me, I’m still wondering if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Well, I guess it’s because they see me as a parental figure, too. Does Megumi see you like one?”

“…”

“Figured as much. He doesn’t know about the real deal from your negotiations with the Zen’in clan, doesn’t he?”

“No need to tell him that. I don’t want him to feel indebted either way.”

“Mm-mh,” Suguru smiles. Satoru can be such an insensitive prick sometimes, but when about the most important matters, his compassion pulls through. “Megumi’s such a spoiled child with you.”

“As if you’re not spoiling the twins yourself? Why is Mimiko’s phone new again?”

“Ah…her previous one got destroyed while on a mission with Nanako last week. Of course, I had to buy a new one immediately.” Suguru reaches into Satoru’s plate and grabs one of the meatballs, quickly eating it before Satoru can complain. “Unlike you, buying stuff for Megumi and Tsumiki even though they don’t need it yet. A good thing those two kids have a sound head above their shoulders. You’re such a bad influence — huh, these meatballs sure have so much ginger.”

In revenge, Satoru steals one of Suguru’s meatballs as well, munching on it with much gusto, “Gonna have to use my money somewhere, you know, since you still don’t want to marry and all.”

“Can we get married here in Japan?”

“Mmm, I don’t think so. Not yet. Flying to another country to make it happen is no big problem though, just say the word.”

“Since when have you been a fan of formalities?” Suguru raises an eyebrow at him, “Don’t use me as an excuse to squander your fortune.”

“Come on! Think of it: when we get married, you’ll be officially under the Gojo clan. We’ll have two Special Grades in one family, the higher-ups would be so pissed!”

“You!” Suguru gives him a light kick underneath the table, “And here I thought you’re being serious. Turns out you just want to get under those old men’s nerves.”

“Of course, I’m serious! Just noting out the fact that there’s that bonus,” Satoru grins, wiggling his eyebrows, “What do you think?”

So many years have passed, it can be said that they’ve also developed in different aspects. But in simple moments like this, Suguru is reminded that though the two of them have grown together, many things never really change through the passing of time. Just like when Satoru once suggested the idea of going against Master Tengen and he readily agreed to it, this newer plan doesn’t seem less achievable. What’re a few higher-ups with the two strongest jujutsu sorcerers in Japan?

Finally, Suguru grins back, “Sounds like a great deal to me.”

[capsteddybear]

Our Playlist: Love Someone - Brett Eldredge

Song lyrics : " Everywhere I want to go and Everywhere I want to be at Everywhere I've ever been Everything I'll ever need Is sitting right here next to me When I wake up in the middle of the night You're holding me so tight Take whole of me, my oh my Sure feels good to love someone"

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"It's gonna be fine. Come on."

Chris holds the car door open as you stay seated. You have your eye doctor appointment today and you are not a fan getting your eyes dilated.

"You're lying."

Chris lets out a breathy laugh, "(y/n), come on. We'll get ice cream on the way home when we're done."

You groan and get out of the car. Chris gives you a kiss on the cheek and takes your hand. You check in at the front desk as Chris grabs a random magazine from the coffee table before taking a seat in the waiting area. Once you're done checking in you take a seat next to Chris. He holds your hand when he notices you shaking your leg.

"Thank you."

He continues reading the magazine that's laid out on his lap as you watch the random movie showing on the tv. When one of the nurses calls your name you squeeze Chris' hand.

"Want me to go with you?"

"Uh, no... I'll be fine."

He squeezes your hand back, "Okay, I'll be right here waiting for you. Love you."

"Love you too."

You take a deep breath and head back with the nurse. The first two tests you do with ease, but before the nurse does the eye pressure test he gives you the eye dilation drops.

"Okay, after I give you these you're gonna be a bit sensitive to the light. Your eyes are gonna be a bit teary too, but that's totally normal."

You tilt your head back and the nurse puts the drops in your eyes. It takes a few minutes for them to start working. He has you wait in another room for your doctor to see you. You sit in the chair for what feels like a lifetime before you hear a knock on the door and you see your doctor walk in.

"Hi miss (y/l/n), glad to see you."

"Hi."

"Let's start with your eye pressure first and then we'll check for your prescription, okay?"

"Alright."

With the eye pressure test not being your favorite it takes a couple of attempts to get a good reading. Once that's over you do the last test to figure out if you need a new prescription. Soon enough you're done and slowly walk out to the front desk to check out. You have a hard time reading the sign out sheet, but Chris sees you and quickly walks up beside you.

"Hey, hi, I got it." He carefully grabs the pen from you and signs you out. Chris reaches for your hand, "Ready to go?"

"Yes, wait I need sunglasses or my eyes will fry as soon as we walk out." You turn around to the front desk and grab a pair of the disposable sunglasses and put them on. Even though you can't really see you can tell Chris is smiling. "Don't even start, Chris."

"What? I'm not laughing."

"Uh sure, I can tell you're about to."

"Sorry, you look so cute." Chris guides you outside and the sunlight is your enemy.

"Holy shit, it's bright." You hide your face in Chris' chest.

Chris opens up his jacket to block the sun for you, "better?"

"Yes." As he's guiding you back to the car you almost trip a few times but luckily Chris has his arm around you to keep you from falling. Once you get to the car you blindly reach for the door handle and when Chris tries to help you open it you bump him with the door. "Oh shit, sorry. Babe are you okay?"

You just hear him giggling, "Yeah I'm fine. Let's get you inside." You carefully get in the car.

"So, what was that thing you said earlier about ice cream?"

Chris gives you a kiss and starts the car, "alright let's go get ice cream."

You guys decide to get the ice cream to go because the lights in the ice cream shoppe bother your eyes. During the drive home Chris holds your hands and lightly rubs your knuckles with his thumb.

When you get home Chris carefully guides you inside of the house. You're greeted by an enthusiastic Dodger. You take small steps, to not step on him. Chris locks the door behind him before getting Dodger's attention.

"Hey bubba, come here. Bubba." You hear Dodger's nails on the hardwood floor as he runs pass you to Chris. "Okay (y/n), it's a straight shot to the couch. I'll get us spoons and be right there."

You squint your eyes open and spot the couch a few steps ahead of you. You carefully make your way to it and take a seat. You reach for the tv remote on the coffee table, turn on the tv, and quickly regret your decision. "Ah shit!"

You quickly hit the off button and just sit there with your eyes closed. Chris comes running into the living room with the ice cream and spoons, "what happened?"

"I can't watch TV. It's too bright." You pout and throw yourself back on the couch. Even though you can't see Chris' expression you know he's making a pouty face to match yours.

"It's okay. We can do something else."

"Really? And what that might be?" You ask still with your eyes closed.

You feel the couch cushion dip next to you as he joins you, "eat ice cream." He takes your hand and gives you a spoon. He peels off the lid to your ice cream and hands it to you as a smile slowly appears on your face.

"Thank you." You sit up on the couch and make yourself more comfortable as Chris kisses your cheek.

"Open your eyes." You slowly open them and blink a few times to clear your vision. "Hi." Chris gives you a kiss on your lips as he sneaks a scoop of your ice cream. "Thank you!"

You look down at your bowl and see a huge scoop of your ice cream missing, "Gah! You have your own ice cream. Why do you have to eat mine?!"

Chris falls back on the couch laughing almost spilling his ice cream in the process.

"Oh shit."

"Hey don't waste the ice cream you stole from me, you robber."

"Don't worry I won't… I stole your heart and I don't waste your love." Chris smiles and takes a bite of the ice cream.

You lean your head on his shoulder as you enjoy your ice cream, "I love you."

"Love you too, (y/n)."

After you're done eating the ice cream you start to drift off to sleep, but Chris softly shakes your shoulder, "hey before you fall asleep do you need any clothes washed? I'm gonna do laundry."

You moan as you force yourself to sit up, "yeah, I gotta get my clothes for the school trip."

Before you get up from the couch Chris rubs your back and kisses your shoulder. You both head to your bedroom and separate your clothes. You only get the clothes you'll need for the trip, but then you had a hard time deciding which concert attire to take with you. You then ask Chris for help.

"You'll be having 4 different performances, right? 3 with the group and then your solo one?"

"Yeah."

Chris places his hands in his hips as he looks at the pieces of clothing you laid out on the bed, "okay, so for sure the blue dress for your solo…. Hmm, the maroon, the turquoise and black button up blouses too."

You give Chris a hug and kiss, "thanks for helping."

"You're welcome. Love you…. Now just get the rest of the stuff you need washed and then you can take your nap."

You gather the rest of your clothes for Chris to wash before heading back to the living room and throwing yourself on the couch. You notice Chris' jacket laying on the back of the couch and you grab it and snuggle with it before drifting off to sleep.

A couple of hours later you're woken up by Chris dumping the whole basket on you "I washed you fold."

You groan and try to unbury yourself from the mountain of laundry, "what the hell???" You can hear Chris giggling as you feel the couch dip. Then you suddenly feel his hands find your sides and he attacks you with tickles. "Noooo!"

"Wake up and help me fold."

"How can I help you if you buried me alive?"

Chris removes the piece of clothing that's covering your face, "do you need to be saved?"

"Yes." Chris helps unbury you and tugs on your arms to help you sit up. "Thanks, my hero." You kiss his cheek and sit next to him as you help him fold the laundry. Chris starts to get antsy and starts messing around with your clothes. He starts walking around with your underwear on his head trying to make the boring task a bit more fun, for both of you. "Chris!! What are you doing?"

"I'm bored and got distracted by your sexy clothes."

"Oh my god, please stop and fold them."

"Okay fine, you party pooper." Chris sits back on the couch next to you and grabs the TV remote and flicks through the channels for something to watch. He gasps and you look up at the TV and see that there's gonna be a space documentary showing later tonight. "Wanna watch it with me?"

You look at the clock on the wall, "hmm, maybe. I still need to get some work done."

"Okay." Chris leans in for a kiss before you guys get back to folding your laundry.

Once you're done you head to your home office to start on your work. Before Chris heads out for a walk with Dodger he brings you your favorite mug with hot cocoa in it. He kisses your shoulder, "we'll be back in a bit. Love you."

"Be careful. Love you too."

You get a lot of work done while they're out on their walk. About an hour later you hear Dodger's nails on the hardwood floor and then Chris leans in on the doorway, "we're home."

"Hi handsome, how was the walk?"

Chris laughs, "it was good, but it was more of a run. Dodger had a lot of energy today. Gonna go shower…. Wanna join me?" As he raises an eyebrow.

"I would really like to, but I really need to get this work done."

"Okay. I'll leave you to it. Love you."

"Love you, babe."

You hear the door open again and Chris kisses your cheek, "I'm proud of you."

You smile and kiss his cheek before he heads out of your office, "love you, now go shower ya stinky."

Once Chris is done with his shower he pops back into your office. "You almost done? The documentary is about to start."

"I'll be there in a bit."

"Okay." Chris heads to the living room and lays on the couch as the program starts. A half an hour passes and you hear him knock at the door "are you done? I miss you, babe. I need snuggle time with you."

You feel kinda bad so you transfer your work to your laptop and head to the living room and see Chris on the couch. When he spots you he has the biggest smile on his face, "my cuddle buddy!"

You laugh and take a seat next to him. You place the laptop on your lap and Chris snuggling your waist as he watches the space documentary. Every once in awhile you hear a little 'woah' from him when he learns something interesting.

“Did you hear what they just said babe?” and you look at him like, 'no Chris, I’m working.' He nuzzles into you even more and just carries on watching.

You finally finish your work with 10 minutes left of the documentary. You feel bad for not paying attention to it so you decide to cook Chris a yummy dinner as an apology. He hops up on the counter as you're cooking explaining everything that you missed. You keep asking him to pass you ingredients since he's blocking the cupboard. He continues his story and his legs sway and makes all the hand gestures. You can't help but smile when Chris gets excited about space stuff. You finish cooking and help Chris set up the kitchen island for you guys to eat. He starts to talk faster because of how excited he is with the new discovery of there being alternate universes.

“Chris your dinner’s getting cold babe.”

"Sorry sorry, I'm just really mind blown about what I just learned."

"I know, I love you, space nerd."

"I love you more, music nerd."

After dinner you start to pack for your trip. Chris keeps you company as he lays on the bed with Dodger.

"Hey would you mind reading my report and concert program?"

"Not at all."

You slide your laptop on the bed to Chris and he rolls on his stomach and opens up your work to read it. You continue packing your stuff. When you're done you jump in the shower. After you get out you see Chris cuddled up with Dodger with the laptop closed. You softly crawl into bed with them and place a light kiss on Chris' cheek. You hear a soft moan escape his lips as he slowly opens his eyes. "Hi," he reaches out for your hand to hold.

"Hi, thanks for reading my work."

"You're welcome. Time for bed?"

"Yes, I gotta wake up early for my flight."

Chris helps you move your stuff off the bed and place it next to the door. Dodger stretches out on the bed before jumping down and laying on the floor with his favorite stuffed lion.

You and Chris get in bed and he rolls a bit so he's laying on top of you and starts kissing you.

"Mmm, we gotta sleep baby. I have an early start tomorrow."

He sighs, "okay." He rests his head on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair making him even more sleepy. Then his arms wrap around your waist and he starts up again with the light kisses. He's sleepy but doesn't wanna go to sleep just then. You give in and kiss him back passionately as he just holds you close. Soon after you both drift off to sleep.

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The next morning you're up before your alarm goes off, excited yet anxious about the trip. You lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thinking. You turn and notice Chris sleeping so you try to go back to sleep, but fail. You turn in bed and Chris wakes up and hugs you because he knows why you can't go back to sleep. He caresses your back while his head is resting on your shoulder so his beard rubs against it, lightly tickling you. He keeps doing it because he loves hearing you giggle. Then his hands start to roam as he starts planting light kisses on your shoulder and neck. Your hands do the same and roam to his lower back. Once there you lay a few light scratches that you can feel Chris smiling while he's kissing you because you've found his tickle spot. You don't tickle too much as not to kill the mood. You also lazily throw one of your legs over to bring you closer to him.

"Good morning, handsome."

"I love you so much, (y/n)."

"I love you, Chris." You both lay in bed in each other's arms and drift back to sleep, but then your alarm goes off. "Fuuuuuuck." You bury your face in Chris chest and he lets out a sleepy laugh.

"Time to get up."

"No."

"I know, but you gotta go, sweetie. Your students need you."

Chris rubs your back and you slowly roll out of bed. You freshen up in the bathroom as Chris also gets dressed to take you to the airport. You put on some comfy clothes since it'll be a long flight. Chris helps carry your bag to the car as you give Dodger a hug bye. "Be a good boy for Chris. Bye bubba." Dodger gives you a puppy kiss before running back inside.

On the way to the airport Chris holds your hand, lightly rubbing his thumb across your knuckles.

At the airport he pulls over to the drop off area and gets out of the car to get your bag from the trunk. You have your head down as you walk to Chris for a goodbye hug.

"Hey, no don't be sad. It's only for 2 and half weeks."

"That's a long time."

"We've been apart for longer. We'll be fine."

"I know, I'm just gonna miss you." Your eyes start to get watery and Chris wraps his arms around you.

"I'm going to miss you too. I love you so much, (y/n)."

"I love you, Chris." You kiss him as he squeezes you tightly. He hands over your bag and his hand runs down your arm and stops at your hand to hold it for a second longer.

"Be safe, sweetheart. Call me when you land."

"I will. Love you."

"I love you."

You head inside as you turn back and see Chris give you a soft smile and wave.

When you're waiting for your plane you open up your laptop and check your work one last time. You notice a saved note on the document. You click on it to open and it's from Chris:

'Hi beautiful, you're probably on the plane already or getting ready to board. Just wanted to say that I love you so much and I'm so proud of you. You've worked so hard for this trip. Enjoy and have fun. Dodger and I will be waiting for you when you come back home. I love you - Chris.'

Attached to the note is a photo of Chris and Dodger snuggled up in bed from the night before. You have a smile on your face and eyes tear up. You feel really lucky to have such an amazing guy like Chris in your life.

[copias-thrall]

@makeupmonsters​

He came in by the open window again (and maybe that’s why you left it open, but: shh), hands scrabbling for purchase before he hefted his skinny, noodle body by increments into your bedroom. It took him what felt like 10min, during which you’d only continued painting your toenails.

After heaving himself in, he sits at the foot of your sill, panting.

“No, no,” he wheezes, “I’m all right. No need to get up.”

“K,” you say as you spread your toes, assessing the paint job.

“Bitch. I’m gonna dick you down so good.”

You turn to him. “I can see that”

He gives you the finger. 

There’s a glass of water on your night table, and you pass it over to him; Mary drinks it down in big, greedy gulps—1/3 of it spilling out the side of his mouth and dribbling down his neck to stain the collar of his tee. He hands it back to you, empty, as he wipes off his chin with the back of his hand.

“Thanks,” he says.

You shrug. “You better be sweating it out over me soon.”

He smiles with too much teeth. “That can be arranged.”

Soon enough he’s on you—and you can only hope your toe polish is dry enough—with too much tongue and all of his weight pressing into you. He’d taken off his studded, denim vest—but his belts still jab into you, so you squirm out from under him and onto your side.

“Fuck,” he says as he slobbers onto the side of your cheek, “I can’t wait to feel you around me. I’m gonna get you all dirty.”

You’re pretty sure he means in a sexy way, but with his hygiene, he could also mean literal dirt and fleas. You try not to think about it, instead wiggling around so that you’re grinding your ass against his erection.

He sucks hard on your neck as he ruts into you. “Mmm, fuck yeah. Lemme feel that sweet ass, baby.”

His hand creeps under the hem of your shirt, splaying against your stomach before it inches closer, closer to the waistband of your sleep pants. A part of you can’t wait to feel his fingers on you and to have him drawing pleasure out of you … but a bigger part can’t help but remember the dark crescents under his nails and ringing his cuticles, the dirt embedded in the whorls of his fingertips. And—as much as you want his cock—you can’t help but remember the smell between his legs that had you gagging for an entirely different reason last time.

All too soon your brain can’t help but remind you of the rumors that you’ve heard—and Mary does nothing to dissuade—of what he gets up to in graveyards.

Suddenly you’re jumping off the bed, away from his touch; his hands are still positioned as if he were still holding you, and the bulge in his jeans is obscene. He looks up at you, startled.

“What? Did I hurt you?”

“I just um,” you stutter as you edge toward the door, “I just need a second.”

You see his brows furrow, his mouth almost forming a word, before you’re fumbling with your doorknob and hightailing it to the bathroom. Once there, you sit on the toilet seat with your head in your hands. The throb between your legs is insistent—but you can’t unknow your thoughts on Mary’s … grime. He’s only a little selfish as a lover—better than you’d initially given him credit for the first night you’d taken him home in a tipsy haze—so you really were looking forward to the dicking down he was going to give you.

But … you’re sober now and: gross.

If only he … . And just like that, you have an idea.

It takes longer than you expected—and honestly you’re half certain Mary probably got bored and left—but when you shimmy back into your room in nothing but your robe, Mary’s still sprawled on your bed, nails half done in the color you’d been using: jungle red.

He looks up at you with a soft Dafuq? you think is meant to convey concern.

You lower your voice to give it a “sexy” intonation. “I prepared something special for you. How ‘bout you strip and follow me, hmm?”

A vulpine smile cracks Mary’s face, and he’s all at once trying to scramble off the bed and take off his clothes as he stumbles behind you. You back into the bathroom—your hand toying with the tie at your waist—as Mary yanks off his ripped tee by the back collar and hops out of his jeans, his clothes now a treasure trail on the floor.

By the time you’ve backed yourself into the tiled wall—your robe undone and dangerously close to parting—Mary is just down to his holy, threadbare boxer briefs. He’s too fixated on the sliver of skin that you’re showing to really be too much aware of anything else in the bathroom. He leers at you—biting his plump lower lip—as his hands go for you.

Which is when—smile firmly fixed on your face—you give him a little shove. He wobbles unsteadily, a look of confusion on his face, and you give another. This time, his arms windmill out, and he grabs onto your shower curtain to right himself … but you’re already right there, giving a jab to his chest. Pulling half the curtain off it’s hooks with a plink plink plink, the back of Mary’s knees hit the lip of the tub, and he goes splashing into the hot, soapy water filling it.

A tidal wave sloshes over the side, splatting on the floor and bathmat, as Mary lets out an ungainly GAH before the receding oceans close back up over him. Even though you’re now fully exposed, you can’t help but cackle at Mary’s situation: he’s half sprawled in the tub, his legs sticking up and out, as his half-wet hair sticks to his face, soapy rivulets dripping down his cheeks. He’s eyes flash with murderous intent … but honestly he just looks like a wet, angry cat.

“What. The. Fuck,” he spits as his hands slip slide against the bottom of the tub for purchase.

You grab his scrawny ankles and chuck them into the bathwater, sock and all, even as he squawks in protest.

“Your dick is good, Goore—but you’re not sticking anything anywhere until I’m sure you’re squeaky clean of whatever the fuck it is you get into.”

“Fuck you, get off,” he bitches as he trashes about, water going everywhere.

You grab a loofa you’d had the forethought to soap up, and start scrubbing—behind his ears as well as his neck and shoulders.

“Fuck, all right—Jesus,” he whines as he squirms away from you. “Lemme fucking do it.” He yanks the loofa away from you, never breaking his glare at you as he begins to scrub himself down. At this point his hair is wet, limp against the sides of his skull and his forehead. The remnants of his makeup are the black ring around his eyes and the white cake sticking to his hairline.

“Don’t forget—” you start as you point to his face, and he snarls at you.

“Bitch, I’m getting to it. Fuck off.”

Settling onto the toilet seat, you draw your robe back together.

Mary’s eyes follow you. “Aw, c’mon!” he whines.

You put your bare foot up on the tub lip, curling your toes over it.

“Be a good boy and clean your ass, and I’ll take the robe off.”

Mary scowls at you and crosses his arms.

“You’re an awful lotta work for a casual lay.”

You shrug unaffectedly, even though your heart is thumping.

“Then go fuck someone else. I’m not stopping you.”

You put on an air of nonchalance that you don’t feel as you as Mary stare at each other. Finally, he lets out a huff and a “whatever,” before he’s peeling off his boxers. He throws them out of the tub, and they hit the wall with a splat before they slide down to the floor in a sloshy mound.

Mary cleans himself almost shyly, and you close your eyes as you rest your head against the side of your sink. There’s some splashing around, and then he says, almost quietly,

“Ok, I’m done.”

You open your eyes and look at him, pale and naked in the now-scummy water. He’s still glaring at you, but the intensity has dimmed somewhat as he crosses his arms in front of himself. Smiling, you untie your robe, letting it pool at your feet before you remember the puddle of water. Mary’s eyes laser onto your naked skin before you’re stepping into the water.

“Um—”

“Shh,” you say, putting a finger to his lips before flicking the drain lever open with your toe. You reach past his sitting form as your fumble to turn on the shower.

“What the f—” he sputters, but you’re pulling him up and drawing him into a kiss. As the spray sputters from cold to hot over you two, you reach down to grab at Mary’s ass, bringing him flush with you.

“Yeah, ok,” he mumbles into your mouth.

Twining your fingers into the wet mess of his flat hair, you say, “If we’re only going to get dirty again, I think we should stay here.” Your hand slides to wrap around his half-hard dick, and he moans, quickly reaching down to touch you. Even as the two of you pet at each other, your one hand reaches up to grab his jaw so that he meets your eyes.

“You may be dicking me, Goore—but I’m the one in charge. And next time I expect you to be clean, or I’ll peel those digits off before you get halfway through my window. Got it?”

He swallows hard—adam’s apple bobbing—before giving you a short, curt nod, his eyes blown wide.

“Good. Now, let’s get filthy.”

[sinnamonn]

Welcome to Hell Ch2. “Meet Mammon”

Gia meets their new guard demon, “Mammon”. It does not go well. Also because this is my fic and I can do whatever I want Obey me is now in the same universe as It’s Always Sunny.

Word count: 1.7 K

The demon pointed an accusatory finger at the redhead.

Gia resisted the urge to bite it right off.

“Listen up, because I’m only gonna say this once!” He barked, “If you value your life then you’ll hand over all your money now! And anything else of value!”

Was this guy for real!? This bitchass was trying to rob them!? Oh hell no, Gia was not going to get robbed by some twink that still used fucking axe body spray!!

“Otherwise I’ll wipe that—“

“Fuck that and fuck you!” Gia yelled, cutting the demon off mid-threat, “Listen here, asshole, I’m not getting robbed by some twink!”

“Who’re you callin’ a twink!?”

“You, dumbass!”

“You don’t know what you’re dealin’ with, little bitch.” He spat, snarling down at them. Gia only bit back,

“I’m dealin’ with a punkass that’s about to get their shit rocked!”

“Mammon! Shut up or I’ll punch you!” Lucifer snapped, “And Gia, language!”

And then Lucifer just punched Mammon, causing him to stumble back a bit while gripping his head.

“GAH, OW! Hey, what’s the big idea!?” Mammon whined, “I thought you were actually gonna give me a chance to shut up before punching me!”

Satan gestured to his older brother, “Gia, meet Mammon, Avatar of Greed. He oversees all forms of it,” he explained, “whenever he takes a liking to someone they suddenly find themselves awash in money.”

“And he’s a masochist, that part’s important~!” Asmo added, “So I can’t wait to see you put him in his place some more!”

Ok. Ew. Gia didn’t need to know that.

“I didn’t need to know that.” Gia replied flatly.

“And it just so happens I have a job for my masochist of a brother.”Lucifer stated, only to be cut off again by Mammon.

“Quit tellin’ lies! I ain’t asked for that punch and I ain’t a masochist!”

“Mammon, you are going to be charged with seeing to this human’s needs during the exchange.” Lucifer ordered, “I expect your full cooperation.”

“WHAT!?” Both Gia and Mammon yelled at the elder demon.

“Wha!? Why me!?” Mammon exclaimed.

“Yeah, why him!? He literally just tried to rob me!” Gia argued.

“As, lucky you, Mammon! I’m so jealous.” Asmo pouted.

“Then you take them!”

Wait no, Gia got the feeling staying with Asmo might just be worse than Mammon.

“Huh? Hell no. Watching them match your energy is too funny.” He replied quickly.

“You just said you were jealous!” Mammon all but screeched.

“Just give up Mammon. There’s no getting out of this.” Satan looked at though he was holding back laughter, “You know you can’t deny a direct order from Lucifer.”

“But why me!? Why can’t Beel do it?” He whined

“If we hand Gia over to Beel we might as well just tell him to eat them.” Asmo said, now scrolling through his DDD.

“Yeah, I can’t promise I wouldn’t.” Beel agreed.

“...Mammon?” Lucifer asked lowley , his tone was dangerous.

“W-What?”

“Surely you’re not going to tell me you object to this arrangement, are you?”

For the first time, during his introduction, Mammon was quiet. He only held a sour look on his face before loudly groaning, “Ugh, I hate you guys! Fine, I’ll do it, ok!?” His attention turned back to Gia, “As much as I don’t wanna look after you, I’ve got no choice. It’s a huge pain in the ass and I’m too important for this kind of thing.”

Sure buddy, keep telling yourself that.

“But Lucifer told me to do it, so I will. But in return you better not cause me any trouble, got it?!”

Gia took back what she first thought of Mammon. He was worse than the high school boys that got stupidly mad when you didn’t stand for the pledge.

“If you can stay off my dick,” Gia sneered, “we might have a deal.”

“Fine by me, human. Just don’t forget whose boss around here.” Mammon shot back.

“Now that that’s settled,” Lucifer cut in before Gia could say anything else, “Mammon, show them to the house and try not to kill each other.”

‘No promises.’ Gia thought, reluctantly following Mammon out of the hell.

———

That lack of depth perception was really biting Gia in the ass. They felt more like a bird trying to escape a hall of mirrors, bumping into and bouncing off of walls. It also didn’t help that Mammon was practically speedwalking away from them.

“Oi! Human! Would ya pick up the pace, we don’t got all night!” He shouted over his shoulder.

“Oh sorry! Lemme just pop my eye back in and magically gain perfect vision!” They sarcastically called back, “OH WAIT! I can’t!”

Mammon stopped mid-step before turning on his heel and striding over to Gia.

“Wait...you’re missing an eye?” He questioned.

Oh great, was he gonna do that mock-sympathy schick they got more than enough back in their world?

“Damn, Lucifer couldn’t even get a human with all their parts!” He cackled, clenching his gut, as if this were the funniest thing in the world, “He had to grab some broken fucking human! That’s hilarious! ”

Broken....

Did he really just call them BROKEN?

Gia saw red, their lip pulled back into a venomous snarl. How fucking dare he! They were a lot of things but broken was not one of them.

“Oh, I’ll show you broken!”

The redhead kicked the demon’s kneecaps with all this might.

“OW! YOU BITCH!”

Satan and Asmodeus watched as the two left for the House of Lamentation, absolutely transfixed on the two’s interaction. It was like one of Asmodeus’ trashy reality tv shows came to life, neither of them could look away.

“Uh, Lucifer, they’re already fighting.” Satan said, earning a groan from the eldest. Lucifer could feel a migraine coming on, a bad one.

“Oh my god the human just kicked Mammon’s kneecaps!” Asmo laughed, he was recording the entire interaction, “Oh he’s mad!”

“Shit, do I need to intervene?” He asked with only mild concern.

“Hmm, maybe..” Satan watched as Mammon grabbed for Gia, “wait, no he’s just carrying them back to the house.”

————

“PUT ME DOWN!” Gia beat on the demons back, “This is demeaning!”

“Just be happy that the Great Mammon was kind enough to help you!” Mammon shot back, “If you think this is demeaning then imagine how I feel! Why should I have to look after some human !?”

“ Um,bitch, I got isekaied to hell without my consent and now I’m stuck with a bunch of rich boys who reek of ‘I peaked in high school’!”

Mammon gasped, “I did not peak! The Great Mammon only goes up!I’m practically a golden god!”

Why did they feel like they heard that somewhere before? Maybe...back home? Oh shit yeah, Mammon talked exactly like this one guy who owned a bar they’d always go to when they were bored. Wasn’t his name Denny or something?

“And just so we’re clear,” Mammon continued, “it’s not like I can’t say no to Lucifer, okay!?”

Gia didn’t ask.

“I only agreed to babysit you because, um...Well you know, because…...uh…”

“It’s ok, take your time.” Gia said

“Grr! It doesn’t matter! Just don’t go thinking I’m scared of Lucifer or anything! Because I’m not!” He snapped.

“Uh-huh, sure.”

Mammon finally put them down when the two got to the house.

Gia whistled, taking in just how...elegant? No, elegant wasn’t the word they were looking for? A better way to describe the house would probably be maximalist. When they entered they were met with a double stairway accented by two gigantic gargoyle statues. Purple wallpaper clung to the walls littered with paintings of people, Allistar Crowley being the only one Gia recognized.

“This is the House of Lamentation. It’s one of the dorms here at RAD.” Mammon explained, stepping forward, “Well, it's not just one of the dorms. It’s the dorm reserved for student council members….and you I guess.” Mammon prattled on, mostly about himself, “Lucifer, Asmo, and the others take every chance they can get to insult me. Callin’ me scum, sayin’ I’m a money- grabber and stuff…..”

Gia was really only half paying attention, they opted rather to try and figure out who the other people in the photos were. Cultists, perhaps?

“...In other words, I’m a big shot. A real big shot. Like, even other big shots are impressed by—hey are you even listening!?”

“Hm? Sorry, what? I got distracted by the pictures.” Gia gestured loosely to the walls.

Mammon growled, “I was just saying, don’t you go thinkingI’m just some ordinary demon. I’m nothing like those other peons walking the halls here.”

“Ok, cool. Figured as much.” Gia shrugged

“So I suggest-wait what?”

“I figured all of you were pretty powerful, why else would Diavolo leave me with all of you? Demons eat humans, so you put the human with your most powerful and loyal demons as protectors.” Gia elaborated, “So that implies that you’re the most trustworthy and capable of this task, right? Even if you did..try to rob me. But why else would Lucifer and the rest of your brothers leave me in your care?”

Mammon stared wide-eyed down at Gia, they could practically see the gears turning in his head—wait did his cheeks get darker?

He turned around before Gia could really tell, “Well-I’m—I mean!—Duh, of course the Great Mammon is capable!!” He sputtered, “B-But don’t think flattery is getting you anywhere! You’re still just some stupid human!”

“I wasn’t trying to, it’s just logic.”

“SHUT UP. Just-! Let’s just go to your room, OK!?”

Instead of lugging Gia over his shoulder, Mammon instead grabbed their wrist and began dragging them up the stairs, avoiding looking at them.

“Ow! Fine! Lay off the dragging, though!”

Gia’s room was cottagecore as fuck. That was the only way they could best describe it. The room looked like it had been taken out of a fairytale book, it wasn’t exactly Gia’s style but they could appreciate the aesthetic. Objectively, the room was very pretty. That idea was hammered in the more Gia explored it.

It was bigger than the apartment they shared with their mom. In truth, it was more like a closet that somehow fit a bed and dresser.

“Holy shit this bed is soft.” Gia commented once they flopped onto the comforter, “And these pillows! They’re not flat! I forgot they could be fluffy.”

“Oi, human, I got some advice for you,” Mammon leaned over the bed, “ If you wanna survive even a day here in the Devildom, you’d better listen real close to what I’m about to say.”

“Aight.” Gia turned their attention back to the demon.

“If it ever looks like a demon is about to attack you..run. Either that, or die.” Mammon said grimly.

“That’s...Honestly not the worst advice I’ve ever gotten.” They replied.

“How about I vote you to die, Mammon!”

Gia jumped at the new voice, shooting up out of the bed and looking towards the door frame. There stood a pissed off looking guy with purple hair, glaring daggers at Mammon

“AH..! Levi…!” Mammon exclaimed.

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Sleepless Nights and Broken Promises (3)

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Deceit caught Virgil as he slumped over, limp from the sword to the gut.

He looked into Virgil’s unconscious face with disbelief and shock. 

Virgil… saved him... saved… Deceit...

Everyone stood stock still in silence for a moment at the shock of what just happened. But then Righ-Moral-Patton broke the silence with a way too small sounding “Virgil?”

That seemed to break everyone out of their shock and a bunch of things happened at once, most of which Deceit couldn’t pay attention to as he searched for any sign of life in his form- no still his  best friend’s face. Though maybe more if Virgil was truly truthful in what he said.

Logan came over to where Deceit had Virgil, not caring about the relationship between them as Dark Side and Light Side, just coming over to help his friend. Patton too darted towards Virgil, cradling his head as he settled down beside  Deceit where he held Virgil.

Roman, however, pulled the sword from Virgil’s body, frozen for a moment of shock at what had just occurred. But after a fleeting moment of shock, his expression turned to utter and complete rage as he looked up to face Deceit, meeting him right in the eyes. Neither of the other two sides seemed to notice as they fretted over Virgil in Deceit’s arms.

“No! Virgil are you alright! Can you speak?” Logan asked, immediately starting to administer first-aid to Virgil’s unconscious body.

“My sweet Stormcloud, please wake up!” Patton pleaded with Virgil’s peaceful face, smoothing Virgil’s hair out of his face.

Deceit froze in fear as Roman stared daggers into his soul, he vaguely heard Logan telling him to “Put Virgil down please, Deceit.” His arms however, did the opposite as he pulled Virgil closer to himself, not heeding the other two sides protests.

“Deceit, please, we need to help him, he’s dying!” Patton pleaded with Deceit, not that he took any stock in Patton’s words, only knowing that Patton was being honest.

“Deceit, you need to let Virgil go or we can’t help him, please, be sensible!” Logan desperately asked Deceit, tugging at one of the arms encircling Virgil. Deceit didn’t pay him any mind as the fear of Roman drowned out any energy to even register their pleas.

Roman took this opportunity to declare, brandishing a blood soaked sword with Deceit best and first true  friend’s blood being the blood covering it, “Fiend! You’ve brainwashed our friend to protect you! You even made him think that he loves you! I don’t know how you’ve managed this, but rest assured it will not stand! I should kill you right now for even daring to touch him!”

“No, I- stop-” Deceit spluttered, failing to call back that cool facade he so easily conjured usually in the face of surprising situations. But in this situation, no one could really be that composed. Unless of course, you were Creativity, as he called upon his sickening persona within a moment’s notice. Deceit inwardly gagged, which was impressive as he lived with the living embodiment of inward gagging in the form of Remus on a daily basis.

Deceit realized he had become distracted by his thoughts and suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing at some point Virgil had been extracted from his arms. He saw Logan and Patton working on him a few feet away. Deceit scrambled towards them, finally getting back onto his feet.

But Roman stepped in front of them, coming nose to nose with Deceit. Deceit could see every pore on his face and felt the heat of Roman’s anger as well as it’s dishonesty. It was the one thing Roman could never change, Deceit always knew when he was putting on a show for the others. The air always tasted sour and Roman’s body language never matched what he was saying.

Deceit launched himself at Roman, not caring now about telling the truth to them as Roman was getting in Deceit’s way of keeping his promise to Virgil. He needed to get to Virgil, he needed to protect him, to make up for his failure to keep their first promise. Roman was now an obstacle between him and that goal. In fact he was the reason Virgil was dead now, so Deceit didn't care about holding back anymore as he launched himself fist first into Roman’s jaw.

I hate you, you’re a monster and everyone should know! Fuck you! Deceit screamed in his mind, not even knowing if he was just thinking it or speaking it.

“Gah!! Oh, you motherfu- fiend!” Roman shouts, drawing his sword with one hand as he cups the blow on his jaw with the other and glancing at Patton as he was about to swear. Deceit got into a defensive position and got ready for Roman’s retaliation. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of silver, but he was too slow to react in time.

Suddenly without warning, Deceit felt a sharp pain in his head, his hand coming up sluggishly to touch it in vague curiosity. Distantly, he felt his arms relax and his body slump forward as his world went black.

Ow...

Deceit’s last full thought was wondering how they thought Remus was so bad when they had someone so much worse constantly with them as his vision tunneled in. He swore he heard someone curse and gasp as his awareness fully faded.

-

Someone prodded his face. He swatted their hand away.

“Dee Dee! Wake up! It’s time to wake up!” A familiar and excited voice exclaims.

“Warm…” Deceit replies, bundling himself more in his thick comforter, trying to float back into that mind-numbing warmth and go back to sleep.

But as the comforter was yanked off of him and he got an overwhelming burst of cold cold cold cold COLD, he was forced to curl into himself as he immediately began to shiver at the cold that overwhelmed his senses.

“An-an-an-anxiety! I to-told you not to-to pull off the covers to wake me up! You know I’m cold-blooded! It’s very unpleasant to wake up cold like that!” Deceit reprimanded a bouncing Virgil on his bed, fistfuls of his comforter in his grasp.

The two Sides looked around 18, with Anxiety being particularly smaller in size, if just a few inches shorter right then, but still share the same resemblance in age.

“I know! I just really want to have some breakfast! I’ve been really anxious I’m gonna starve lately.” Anxiety replied with a slight pout.

Deceit snatched the comforter from Anxiety’s grasp and pressed it to himself, savoring the warmth it brings before sighing exasperatingly and groaning, “Ok, fine! I’m up!”

Deceit swung his legs over the edge of the bed, letting them fall naturally to rest on the floor before pushing himself up. First things first he slipped on his heavy outerwear for the day that served the function similar to the comforter during the night. Even the undergarments he wore every moment of the day and night would cause other Sides to sweat if they wore anything close to what he wore. Not to mention the heavy outfit and cape that insulated him to feel almost hot in the mindscape.

Anxiety had tried on Decet’s coat more than once before and the last time he had almost fainted from overheating within just 2 minutes. Deceit kept his coat far away from Anxiety’s curious hands after that, though Anxiety seemed wary of it anyway as he had been out of commision for 12 hours due to heat stroke, throwing up, being really fatigued among other symptoms. Namely, a hefty bit of disorientation.

Anxiety thought Deceit was a turtle for 3 hours because of his bulky clothes and actually tried to climb back into Deceit’s coat, thinking ‘the turtle's shell leads to salvation’, without a second thought of what had gotten him like he was, was the coat itself. Throughout the ordeal, however, Anxiety’s anxiety seemed to have increased tenfold, he spooked himself a number of times with his own breathing for instance. Deceit thought Anxiety would never stop shaking with how much he was trembling for so long as he recovered.

Despite his complete and utter cautiousness with the other Sides, Anxiety always seemed to put himself into situations that left him hurt or vulnerable enough for the other Sides to possibly hurt him.

That’s why he had cut them off, among other reasons, namely Creativity, from the other Sides, the Sides that Thomas embraced, however flawed they actually were.

Deceit had cut them off from the other Sides, embracing that Dark part of the Mindscape as he had seen when he had first met Anxiety, though vague early memories told him that every Side had emerged from the ‘Darkness’ of Thomas’s mind when they came to be.

That didn’t mean that other Sides couldn’t come there, that just meant that one had to willingly want to enter their part of the Mindscape by sinking down and rising up in their domain.

Deceit was never one to turn up a chance of shenanigans with the other Sides, though he was definitely more covert about his strategy. Deceit was one for social manipulation, to impersonate other Sides and begin a fight between them and watch as they squabbled. Anxiety however, was not secret at all about his influence and would hide in places where Deceit honestly would wonder how he had gotten there and then spook whatever Side happened upon him first, relishing the fear it sparked in them.

More than once Deceit had to force Anxiety to sink down as Creativity would never hesitate to brandish his sword if he was the unlucky target of Anxiety’s antics.

But Deceit wasn’t thinking about that as he ruffled Anxiety’s hair as he went by, eliciting an impassioned “Hey!” from Anxiety.

-

Deceit heard voices that sounded like they were far off in the distance, they sounded concerned, talking in hushed tones. Deceit felt so cold, had he taken off his coat? He didn’t remember. He felt a hand swiping over his knuckles, though that sensation too felt miles away. One of the voices started to sound really angry and Deceit groaned, trying to see what was happening, but his body felt like it was sinking down through the floor and he felt so tired….

-

Deceit rolled his eyes as he exited his room into the hallway to their personal common room, his and Anxiety that is.

But just as he felt a true smile alight his face, a sound that didn’t come from Anxiety back in Deceit’s room behind him  put him immediately on edge.

Anxiety was immediately by his side, clinging to his bulky sleeve, like all those years ago when they were together but alone with the others in those first days they’d know each other.

Anxiety started to shake in the way that Deceit knew his thoughts were racing uncontrollably like when he was building into a panic attack. “What’s that? You think its-”

Deceit put a gentle gloved hand over Anxiety’s mouth, silencing him, but immediately removed it as Anxiety knew panicking was not wise in this situation. Anxiety just couldn’t help it sometimes, and Deceit understood that.

Deceit had finally discovered that he could force Sides to stay quiet. He had been doing it subconsciously for years. The occasional speechlessness other Sides had experienced when they had had heated arguments with Deceit made sense now, he had been silencing them without realizing it or consciously meaning to.

He had a particularly heated argument with Morality about how he was making Thomas miserable worrying him sick about what other people and his teachers thought of him and how he had to have good grades. Morality had said that his parents wanted Thomas to get good grades and that he should care about his classmates because they were all part of the class.  Deceit argued that constantly focusing on others neglected Thomas and Thomas needs at least some time without focusing on others, even in school.

Morality had retaliated saying, “That’s wrong! Having Thomas just think about himself is wrong! It’s selfish!”

Deceit had roared back, saliva spraying towards his verbal opponent, “What’s selfish is that you think everyone needs Thomas when they have their own lives. Thomas is his own person and just like you might think it would be good for other people to indulge in a mental health day, Thomas needs that too!”

And when Deceit looked at Morality’s face to gage his reaction, it was suddenly too much, Deceit was furious and his anger boiled over. Morality opened his mouth to speak, face full of indignation and an anger or frustration all his own.

And Deceit just snapped.

“No! Be quiet! You’re wrong! You’re wrong! You never let me be! Just SHUT UP!” Deceit had erupted, pulling at his hair before pulling his hat off his head and squashing it with both hands before gesturing in a way that felt natural and foreign at once, feeling a new sensation through his connection to Thomas. He felt angry tears roll down his face as his anger-filled exclamation finished.

Suddenly, Morality’s hand had come up and covered his mouth, stunning Morality and stunning Deceit so much that he lost all his anger and forgot what his next point was.

Deceit, being the Side he was, had recovered his composure first, smirking as he remarked, “Hypo-allergenic cat got your tongue? Or have you finally realized that Thomas isn’t the goody two shoes you’re so stubborn to believe he is?”

But much to Deceit’s surprise, and Deceit was rarely so surprised, much less twice in thirty seconds, Morality didn’t even try to remove his hand from his mouth, he had just muffledly shouted something through his fingers.

“Um… Morality, just take your hand off your mouth and then speak.” Deceit had instructed Morality, dumbfounded as to why Morality wasn’t doing that to begin with.

Morality had then looked at Deceit incredulously, like there was some insult thrown by Deceit through that simple suggestion or something.

“What? What’s so hard about removing your hand? You just…” Deceit had mimed placing his hand over his mouth and then removing it, waiting for Morality to do the same.

Morality had a sudden expression of realization and then started rapid-fire gesturing with his other hand at the hand covering his mouth.

Deceit could barely keep up with the gestures Morality was making, but when he caught a gesture and a pointer finger at him and then to where Morality was covering his mouth with his hand, it clicked.

“Wait… I’m doing that? Fuck! Oh, shit sorry! I mean…” Deceit had spluttered as he naturally cursed in realization, forgetting Morality’s great dislike of swears. Even if they disagreed, Deceit had never been one to be outright rude to disregard some etiquette of mutual respect. Deceit had then gathered himself for the 3rd time in 2 minutes and then concentrated, trying to undo whatever he did to Morality, feeling out that foreign sensation.

For a moment as he had felt out the sensation, he feared he wouldn’t be able to reverse what he had caused, but Morality's surprisingly gentle voice pulled his eyelids back open.

“Deceit, it’s alright, you’ve stopped whatever happened, just breathe.” Morality had gently cooed.

When had he curled up on the floor, when had his breathing become so difficult, when had the darkness behind his eyes as well as the room itself gotten tinged a shade of red at the edges?

Oh, I’m having a panic attack. Fun.

Those had been the last words he thought before he woke up back in his room, that oh so familiar feeling of aching, no that was too tame a word, of agony all over every inch of his body. He had to use every inch of resolve in him to not scream out like Creativity relished hearing him do in his special room, in addition to warranting more of that pai from Creativity  if any of the other Sides discovered him like that. Creativity did not like to have to explain Deceit’s... ‘accidents’ too often. It made him… cranky. And cranky Creativity was not fun to be around.

Creativity had apparently found him with Morality, promising to Morality to return Deceit to his room to wake in a calmer environment that would feel safer. Creativity, however, apparently had other plans, learning Deceit was the one that silenced him, even without knowing, all those times Creativity had ‘needed’ his voice. And Deceit’s body was the receiver of Creativity’s frustrations, whether Deceit wanted it to be or not.

But Deceit would never subject Anxiety to his muting power, all Deceit needed was that tiny gesture to both soothe and quiet Anxiety.

“Sh…” Deceit shushed Anxiety, placing a single finger gently on his own lips.

Anxiety pulled back, eyes closing as he focused on his next action. Anxiety took in a few deep, slightly shuddering breaths before looking into Deceit’s eyes and nodding grimly.

Deceit went first, going past the kitchen he had originally intended to go to after exiting his room, fists out in a combination of an offensive and a defensive position. Deceit had to be ready for either, knowing the likely cause of the disturbance.

But as he repeated the same trek down the bend of their own personal mini-Mindscape hall, he stopped short when he saw what was there.

The memories of that day with Anxiety were flashing through his mind as he saw a Side curled up on the far wall, silently crying.

Fear coiled in his stomach as he took in their attire, though strangely it looked half formed, like the Side hadn’t consolidated fully yet. The Side had a green regal attire on, with lines across the chest Deceit knew to be Creativity’s staple of his outfit, though why he chose to change costume like this wasn’t important to Deceit.

What was important to Deceit was why he was here and why he was pretending to be upset. No doubt to trick them into a trap of some sort.

Deceit was both equal measures fearful and furious, the only thing holding him back was the tentative hand gripping his from behind him.

With much less care than all those years ago with Anxiety, Deceit approached this Side in front of him he knew to be Creativity.

“Why are you here? To mock us? To try to pull me into another one of your games? Well, it won’t work, you’re in our territory now.” Deceit accused the quivering Side, not surprised at how authentic his cries were. Creativity had had plenty of time to learn new ways to cry listening to Deceit as they ‘had fun together.’

But much to Deceit’s surprise, Creativity looked up, tears in his eyes, and Deceit was overwhelmed by the truth in his expression, in fact, Deceit didn’t even sense a way there could be a lie on the Sides lips. This... wasn't that Creativity, the Creativity that had the desire to manipulate him into silence while breaking him from the inside out. The beginnings of a full blown moustache clued him in to what was truly occuring, but before he could speak the Side panicked and started to yell and scream his pleas.

“No! I’m not! He left me! He’s the one that’s bad! The others hate me because of him! He lies so much! He told me… He told me…” Green Creativity trailed off as Deceit opened his arms, face full of pure understanding and dare he hasten to call it love. He hesitated only for a moment before slamming into Deceit in a hug. Anxiety exclaimed in indignation and yelled for Creativity not to hurt Deceit, but faltered when he realized what Green Creativity was doing.

“Whoa, it’s okay, I do understand. You’re alright now, I know you’re not him. That you could never do the things he wants to do, I see it in your eyes. And you know I see people’s true intentions, their truths they would want hidden and locked away.” Deceit soothed the sobbing Side, glancing at Anxiety and giving him a small smile to go ahead.

Anxiety tentatively placed his hand on Green Creativity’s Side, but that caused the Side to wail into the crook of Deceit’s neck. “He told me that I’m what was wrong with him, that I was the one who wanted to do those things to you and the other Sides. That I was getting in the way of him being the best Creativity he could be, but he’s wrong! I don’t want to do that to you or anyone else, even if the thought crosses my mind!”

Deceit sighed softly as he felt the truth in the Side’s words, lowering them both to sit on the ground, Anxiety still standing up nearby. Deceit slowly brought Green Creativity’s head up from the crook of his neck, looking him directly in the eye with purpose.

“You are not like that other Creativity. That Creativity is a manipulative asshole that lies even more than I do and that is my job to help Thomas lie. He isn’t here.” Deceit gently but firmly said, maintaining eye contact with the other Side, relieved when he saw him calming down.

Green Creativity mumbled while dropping his eyes to look at the floor, “Morality would have a conniption hearing those words.”

Deceit smiled and brought the Side’s chin up with his hand to look him in the eyes again.

“And Morality isn’t here either, so you can say all the shitty motherfucking goddamn curse words you damn well please here.”

And for the first time, Deceit heard real laughter come from the regal Side, though even if it was now a part of that original singular regal Side. But Anxiety’s hesitant voice spoke up before either of them could continue.

“Deceit?”

“Yes, Anxiety?”

“Is this Creativity good?” Anxiety asked, looking warily at the Green Creative Side.

“He won’t hurt us, my sweet shadow friend. He wasn’t lying.” Deceit reassured Anxiety, knowing and understanding his concerns.

“Okay.”

Deceit smiled at the suddenly shy Anxiety, as the fear from before in Anxiety was mostly gone. It was quite endearing to see Anxiety so shy. Deceit was silent for a moment, looking the newly split Side over before asking, “What would you like us to call you? I suppose Creativity might not be something you would want to be referred to due to... past memories.”

Green Creativity nodded solemnly, thinking for a long moment before speaking one word.

“Remus.”

-

A voice cut through Deceit’s sleepy haze as he became semi-conscious, not really knowing where the memory stopped and reality began. He vaguely registered the words as words, but he knew their meaning. His body was still so heavy.

“Wake up!”

And really, Deceit didn’t have much of a choice.

Deceit opened his eyes.

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{R} [DMC Reactions] S/O Sacrifice Scramble

AN: No, thank you! For supporting my angsty ass during my days of procrastination and getting my life together, lmao! That is an interesting idea! So... let’s take the same scenarios from the original reaction post... and just replace the s/o with another character’s s/o! :3

Let’s be honest... it’s not gonna be a happy affair! And given how the DMC universe is... it’s highly likely something like this would happen.

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Dante

Gets saved by Vergil’s S/O

He’d needed an expert with him on a job when it happened. His usual carelessness had gotten a loved one killed. 

Dante cried in agony as your head rolled away, remembering how he’d promised his older brother that he’d bring you back safe and sound. 

How Vergil had promised Dante a slow painful death if anything happened to you. How Dante had agreed that if anything happened, he would let Vergil kill him. 

He didn’t know what to do, going into a full blown demonic rage and butchering the demon that killed you. 

All he could think to do after was to bring your body back to Vergil. 

The moment Dante returned, the roar of his motorcycle the telltale sign of his return, Vergil had practically flown through the shop front doors. His face didn’t show it, but his heart leapt in joy at your return, longing to hold you in his arms after a time apart.  

Upon seeing only Dante standing in the dark, tears in his eyes and a white bundle in his arms, Vergil paused, his mind quickly connecting two and two together. “Y/N?” Vergil asked for you, his lips twitching to fight a frown. When Dante only met his twin’s eyes and tearfully looked away, Vergil took a step back. “No.” He denied, eyes shifting to stare at the human sized bundle in Dante’s arms, “She can’t have…” 

“I’m sorry, Vergil.” Dante tried to apologize, but his brother practically snarled in denial. 

But little by little, Vergil’s mask crumbled when a hand fell out of the bundle. Your hand. Your wedding ring. You. Unmoving.

A sob escaped Vergil’s lips before he could stop it, and his legs suddenly gave way as he could only stare in despair. You’d loved him during his darkest time, and gotten him through it. And you were dead. 

Was this karma for all the harm that he’d done in the past? Was this the world taking its revenge against him for nearly bringing the end of humanity two times?You were supposed to be his redemption. His salvation. That you were gone… did that mean he was damned for all eternity? That he was destined to stand alone forever.

He’d wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but now that was a distant dream.

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Vergil

Get’s saved by Dante’s S/O

“Gah! Fecking hell, Vergil!” You screamed, practically diving into the swarm that your brother-in-law had sprinted into. From behind, you could hear Dante calling for you to let Vergil do his thing. But from his position on the cliff below, he couldn’t see the number of demons that awaited his twin.

They’d finally started to have some semblance of a non-toxic relationship again, and you were damned if you would just let Vergil get himself killed.

Dante had only just gotten his brother back, and it made you happy that the brothers had started to mend their relationship. If anything were to happen to either brother, you were sure that their relationship would have been set back by a great deal. And with how much you loved Dante, you couldn’t allow anything to happen to the only surviving member of his family.

That was why you threw yourself in front of a fireball, suffering through burns in order to protect a man that was usually frigid in demeanor despite his turning over a new leaf. And the pain was unbearable, your skin melting and clothes burning. You were only able to verify that Vergil was unharmed before you collapsed into his arms unconscious.

Vergil knew that he was a class A jerk to you, so he was surprised that you, someone who only held a small fraction of demonic blood, would throw yourself in the way of an attack that might have left him incapacitated, but not too severely injured.

He caught your falling body as it fell in front of him, surprise flickering on his face for a brief moment before he schooled his expression.

The demon that had burned you so badly shook in fear at the icy malice on Vergil’s face after he’d laid you on the ground and covered your damaged body with his coat.

“Y/N is precious to someone important to me. I hope you’re ready to suffer through a slow and painful death.” Vergil hissed, unsheathing the Yamato with a deadly ring of metal.

After the demon had been dealt with, Vergil calmly picked your body up from the ground, noting that you were still alive. With the still unsheathed Yamato, Vergil quickly opened a portal back to Devil May Cry, where he gave Dante the scare of his life by immediately barking out instructions on how to treat your wounds.

After you had been treated and left to rest, Vergil would break the news to Dante like ripping off a band aid. “She saved me from an attack.” Vergil saw the punch coming at him, but didn’t move, letting his younger twin land a strike to his face.

“Next time, you better be the one looking after her.” Dante growled, clenching and unclenching his fist, beyond furious that Vergil had been so negligent as to let you get hurt.

Knowing that there would be a next time because of your stubbornness, Vergil nodded. “Next time, I’ll look after her.”

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Nero

Get’s saved by V’s S/O

As loathe as Nero was to have to take you along on a hunt, he didn’t quite have the balls to defy you when it was your fiance’s life on the line

A few days prior, several demons had appeared to attack V, vowing revenge on the Sons of Sparda, blah blah blah, like you hadn’t heard that reason half a million times.

Due to having been a part of Vergil, V’s continued existence was sustained through absorbing demonic energy, much to your surprise and confusion on how that would work in the first place.

During the attack, V had been alone except for his demon contracts, Shadow, Griffon, and Nightmare. Normally, this wouldn’t have been much of a challenge for the four of them, but V had been severely weakened after Vergil ‘resurrected.’

Not only did the attacking demons manage to severely wound V, they had also taken it upon themselves to steal V’s demonic power. The only thing sustaining V was his contracts with Shadow and Nightmare. Griffon had decided to forge a contract with you in order to help. Now, you and Nero were racing against the clock to kill the demon that housed V’s power.

Despite not having an upraising involving combat, you held your own whenever demons appeared, brandishing V’s cane and a rifle borrowed from Lady.

“A Bride on a Mission” Griffon had called you after you struck down a demon with no mercy.

Despite being able to hold your own, you were under no illusion that you could kill the demon that had assaulted your fiance and left him for dead. So, when you saw Nero getting backed into a corner, still reluctant to use his Devil Trigger, you commanded Griffon to give you a boost, sending you soaring towards Nero.

Though you stuck the landing wrong, earning you a twisted ankle, you’d managed to blast through part of the horde. You didn’t get to celebrate your victory much, when you felt the painful end of a horn dig into your stomach and send you tumbling backwards.

“Y/N!” Nero cried out in alarm.

Now, normally, you tried not to curse... but laying on your back with a hole in your abdomen, you couldn’t help but let out a swear, “Fuck!”

The demon that had stolen your fiance’s power had come out to play, and you were pretty much down for the count. Nevertheless, you propped yourself up on an elbow and aimed with your rifle. “Heh, I’m not dead yet, you fucker.”

Nero, meanwhile, had finally started to take the fight seriously, blasting through the rest of the demon horde before advancing on the bastardization of a bull demon that had attacked you when he wasn’t looking. “Hey! Do you know how much trouble I’m in now that you’ve poked a hole into my friend’s fiance?!”

The banter was a front. Nero was scared shitless that he’d have to bury another friend and break the news to V... who might just find a way to kill him for not looking after you.

Activating his Devil Trigger for the sake of killing the beast, Nero followed the battle up with picking up the crystallized demonic energy embedded in the bull demon’s horn before using his Devil Trigger to get you to a hospital.

Somehow, between getting checked into the hospital, and waking up from surgery, Griffon had left you to return to V, who found out about what had happened and immediately brought himself to the hospital to yell at Nero and look after you.

When you woke up, V sat in a chair beside your bed, one hand holding yours and another holding a book. Seeing you awake, V set the book down and gently chided you after making sure you were okay. “Please, Y/N... Don’t do that again. I couldn’t bear it if I lost you.”

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V

Get’s saved by Nero’s S/O

For the sake of this request, we’ll say that Nero’s S/O is different from Kyrie (even if it’s the canon pairing >.>, The reason why I have to clarify... well, that’s a story for another time)

V had long since retired from hunting demons, instead, investing his newly mortal life in learning about the world with the help of you, Nero, and Kyrie.

He was only a month old when he’d assisted in defeating Urizen, and had barely grasps the basic human mannerisms and fundamentals. Like the use of money, or the fact that a bullet to the head would kill him, or your personal favorite, that he had to consume food for survival. Truly, when Nero first introduced you to V, you thought him to be a child.

Though, the first thing you did after meeting him had been to take him clothes shopping. Sure, it was summer, but once the colder seasons rolled in, you were sure that V would need proper shirts instead of... the trench coat corset thing? You’re amazed the thing didn’t come apart during his battles.

There were a few times that V was forced to fight demons, either to absorb their demonic energy in order to extend his life, or to beat off random assaults from demons that swear revenge upon the Sons of Sparda. These times were increasingly annoying for the young man, as he’d long since separated himself from Vergil.

Most of the times that he’d get attacked were during his walks in the streets of Fortuna. It was a beautiful town with old architecture, so V often found himself observing the towering structures.

One day, you decided to accompany V on one of his strolls, taking a sketchbook along just in case you found another spot to stop and sketch while V took his time looking at the building designs.

It is unfortunate, then, that while the two of you were doing just that, Shadow popped out of the ground beneath you, growling in warning as several demons decided to claw out of the ground around you.

Despite having V, Griffon, Shadow, and Nightmare with you, your group was quickly overwhelmed by attacks from all sides. You’d never had to fight in your life, and by not having a weapon on you, you were just a burdening presence. That didn’t stop you from calling out enemy presence in the street and slapping bitches with your sketchbook, mind you. You were unprepared and untrained, but damn it you weren’t going to be a useless damsel.

This was foolhardy of you, taking on demons despite the fact that V probably had it all handled... especially the fact that V had asked you to stay back from the demons. You didn’t listen to your fiance’s friend, and so when you’d taken a shot at one of the downed demons, raising an arm up to slap the mofo, you suddenly felt pain, and heard a thump to the floor. The blood that trickled down your arm brought your attention to the fact that you were now missing your non dominant hand.

“Fucking hell!” you screamed, wanting to panic and flail around as V quickly took care of the remaining demons before hobbling on unsteady feat towards you, unbuckling his belt to tie it around your bleeding arm.

“Y/N...” V called your name as he applied the make shift tourniquet, “Y/N, which way is the hospital? We need to get you to the hospital soon, or you really will lose your arm.”

The two of you sprinted with as much haste as possible to the hospital, you trying not to scream in panic, and V, trying not to imagine your fiance’s ire as he held your severed arm.

The minute you entered the surgery room, Nero arrived on scene at the hospital, and practically accosted V, “What the hell, V! Y/N’s not a demon hunter! You’re supposed to protect them!”

V, already feeling guilty for being unable to protect you, winced and responded with a calm voice, “I should have had Shadow escort them away, that was my mistake. But your fiance is as stubborn as you, Nero. They wanted to help... and now they may lose their arm... or not. You did regrow your arm after all.”

Brain running a mile a minute and having already decided that he should now at the very least teach you some basic defense, Nero growled, “That’s not a normal thing humans can do, V. I know you’re still getting used to being a real boy and all, but...” Nero simply sighed tiredly. “Just... make sure you watch their back when you’re with them, okay? We were lucky that they’re not half dead.”

Hours later, your arm was reattached, but you made stump jokes that made Nero simultaneously want to kiss you and slam his face in the wall.

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[camillemontespan]

her one constant [part ten: head vs heart] [drake the bodyguard AU]

Master List

A/N: Such a cliche of a chapter but I don’t care, I enjoyed writing it! And it follows canon but with a twist! :)

Big thanks to @jovialyouthmusic​ for your pointers! Very helpful and appreciated x

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The following morning, Drake and Camille joined each other in the Manor ballroom for self defence class. Drake had instructed Camille to wear something comfortable. 

He wished he hadn't. 

She was wearing tight black leggings and a pink sports bra that showed her toned stomach. Her hair was pulled into a ballerina bun. 

Drake swallowed hard. Of course she looked good in gym gear. 

'So, what are we doing today?' Camille asked eagerly. 

Drake chuckled at her enthusiasm. 'We're going to learn basic self defence skills so that if you are ever in a situation where you feel unsafe or are threatened, you can hold your own.'

Camille nodded. 'Sounds good. What first?' 

Drake smiled. 'How's your punch?' 

Camille blinked. 'Um, I don't know.. I've never had to punch someone before.' 

Drake smirked. 'I had a feeling.' 

Camille rolled her eyes but smiled. 'Okay, so I'm a really nice person. I settle disputes with communication.' 

'God you're such a Duchess,' Drake teased. 

Camille giggled. 'And I also settle disputes with a bottle of wine.' 

Drake laughed. 'Maybe not a typical Duchess..' 

Camille gave him a wink and followed him to the centre of the room. She was trying her best not to eye fuck him but it was proving incredibly difficult due to the fact he was wearing a black gym vest that showed off his broad chest and muscles. His arms were corded with veins. Camille pushed down the thought: God I wanna lick one.

Drake cleared his throat and stood before her. He looked powerful. 

'So,' he said. 'Punch me.' 

Camille blinked in shock. 'Uh.. No.' 

Drake sighed. 'Look, just punch me.

'No!' Camille protested, stepping back in horror. 'I can't punch you!' 

'I need to see how you do it,' Drake explained. 'It's a basic move.' 

'It's a shitty move,' Camille corrected him. 'Drake, I'd love to punch the Applewood intruder but I don't wanna punch you.'

Drake pressed his fingers on either side of his nose, trying to gather patience. 'Camille, this is self defence. This is for your own safety. If I'm not around, you need to be able to look after yourself. I can't walk around knowing you can't defend yourself while I am the person who can help you. So, punch me.' 

Camille scrutinised his face. There was a long silence until she said simply, ' No. '

'Why not?!' Drake burst out, frustrated. 

'Because you're handsome and I don't want to give you a black eye!' Camille cried. 'And you're my friend!' 

Drake sighed. 'You won't punch me hard enough to give me a black eye,' he told her. 'Camille, punch me.'

'No.' 

'Punch me.' 

'No.' 

'Camille, for the love of God, fucking punch - FUCK!' 

He reeled back clutching his face. Camille stared at him with wide eyes, holding her painful hand to her chest as she watched him react to the sudden punch that she dealt him. 

'Drake?' 

He let out a deep breath and opened his eyes to give her a warm smile. A bruise was blooming around his eye but he didn't mind. Not one bit. 

'Not that difficult, huh? ,' he asked her softly. 

*********************

'Right, put these on.' 

Camille stared at the stilettos in Drake's hands with her eyebrow raised. 'Drake, when did you break into my dressing room?' 

'This morning,' Drake said casually. 'I chose your favourites.' 

Camille took the Manolos and tried to hide the blush on her cheeks. He knew about her favourite heels. Was there anything about her he didn't know? 

She slipped them onto her feet and swayed her body from side to side. Drake watched her, smiling at how cute she looked. 

'Okay, so you're wearing these because you tend to wear heels on a daily basis,' he said. 'But these heels are your secret weapons.' 

Camille let out a gasp. 'Oh my god, can I be like Catwoman?' 

Drake chuckled. 'Sure, why not?' 

'Does that make you Batman?' Camille teased. 'I mean, you are a loner. You wear black on a daily basis. Your voice is deep. You work alone. But are you Christian Bale Batman or Lego Batman? Lego Batman is the best Batman..' 

Drake rolled his eyes, enjoying her banter. He moved to stand behind her and placed his hands on either side of her hips, making Camille stop chattering. 

'What are you doing?' she whispered, turning her head to the side. 

Drake smirked. 'Relax, Camille,' he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. 

He closed his eyes for a brief moment. He could smell her perfume and her hair. Memories of the night when they kissed filled his mind. Hands. Silk. Coconut. Perfume. 

'So,' he croaked. 'You're gonna stab your heel back onto my shoe -' 

'No!' she gasped. 

Drake reached out to place his hand over her mouth, shutting her up instantly. 

'While you stab the heel down, elbow me in the gut,' he instructed. 'Fast movement, don't give room for any delay or they will know what you're doing to do.' 

Camille's tongue shot out to lick his palm. 

'Gah, Camille!' Drake groaned, pulling his hand away. 

Camille giggled and turned to face him, a mischievous smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. 'Fast movement, don't give room for any delay or they will know what you're going to do, right?' she teased, raising her eyebrow. 

Drake chuckled. 'I can't believe you licked my hand. Such a child..' 

Camille stuck her tongue out, proving his point. Drake shook his head and gestured for her to turn around. Camille obeyed and turned. 

'I'm going to grab your arm,' he told her. 'And you are going to strike the heel down and elbow me at the same time. Can you do it?' 

'I don't want to..' 

'Camille.' 

'But I need to learn so fine!' Camille said quickly. 

Drake nodded and took her arm, being gentle. He wasn't going to hurt her. 

His fingers felt like fire against her skin. Camille felt goosebumps blossom on her skin. She hoped Drake wouldn't notice. 

'Now.. Heel,' he said. 

Camille brought her heel down, making Drake wince in pain but he didn't let go of her arm. Her elbow stabbed into his gut, making him let out a groan. He let go of her arm instantly. 

'Well done,' he finally said once he recovered. 'Manolos are your weapon of choice now, okay?' 

Camille grinned. 'I knew I had a good excuse to buy them.' 

****************

'Last move,' Drake said, facing her. Camille threw her shoulders back and started to jog on the spot. She was filled with adrenaline now. Kicking ass was fun - though shame it had to be Drake getting his ass whipped. 

'Knee me in the crotch.' 

Camille stopped jogging. 'No,' she said. 'No, no, no -' 

'Camille, as a woman, you need to kick dick head men in the balls if they try to hurt you,' Drake told her. 'Balls are precious. It fucking hurts. I've not worn anything to protect myself because I need to see how hard you do it.'

'But it'll hurt you!' 

'I'll live.' 

Camille sighed but stepped closer. Drake braced himself. 

The things I do for her.. 

She kneed him in the crotch. 

Drake fell to his knees, holding his groin. His eyes watered as he felt pain fill every nerve. 

'You.. Did.. Good..' he choked out before falling on his back. 

Camille raced to his side and fell to her knees beside him. Her hair fell like a curtain from her bun, so that all Drake could smell was coconut and all he could see was her brown eyes with golden flecks. 

'I'm so sorry..' Camille whispered, reaching out to place her hand on his cheek. Her hand was cool against his skin. Drake closed his eyes, allowing her cool skin to soothe him. 

'I asked you to do it,' he croaked. 'No harm done.' 

Camille grimaced but she didn't protest. She knew this was Drake's job. He had to protect her and teaching her self defence fell into that category. But that didn't mean that sat right with her. 

Drake awkwardly sat up, leaning back on his elbows. He looked at Camille now, taking in her regretful expression. 

'Camille, I'm okay,' he murmured. 'Honestly. Stop feeling guilty.' 

Camille let out a shakey breath. She looked down at her hands, wringing them together. Drake's heart softened more. 

'Camille, look at me.' 

Camille sniffled. 

Alarmed, Drake reached out to rest his finger under her chin so he could raise her face up. Their eyes locked. Hers were filled with tears. 

'What's wrong?' he asked gently. 

'I know you're teaching me self defence,' Camille said, her voice trembling, 'but the idea that you could get hurt protecting me.. It really scares me, Drake. I can't.. I can't bear the idea. Like it kills me having to hurt you during this lesson. But what happens if you get hurt in real life? I can't stand to think about it.'

She rubbed her eyes harshly. Drake caught at her wrists, forcing her to look at him. 

' Camille,' he said steadily. 'I am your bodyguard, first and foremost. My job is to be your human shield. If you are in danger, it is my job to get you out of it, no matter the consequences.' 

Camille's eyes bore into his. 'You are so much more than a human shield, Drake,' she told him, her voice growing fierce. 'Your life has no less equal value than mine -' 

'But it's something I will happily give away if it meant you're safe,' Drake interrupted. 'Camille, I knew when I became a bodyguard that I could get hurt or even die in duty. But I don't care. And when it comes to you, I will protect you with my life. Because its my duty but also -' 

Camille blinked. 'Also?' she echoed. 

Drake kept his eyes on hers. His heart was hammering inside his chest, threatening to explode from the way she was looking at him and the thoughts going through his mind. 

'But also because you are the single most important thing in my life,' Drake finally said. 'I'll be damned if I let anything take that away from me. If that means getting hurt in the process, I don't give a shit. I'd never hesitate to take a bullet for you, Camille. So you better get used to the possibility-' 

Camille's mouth crashed against Drake's. 

He let out a surprised gasp as her lips pressed hard against his. When he realised what was happening, he automatically reached out to pull her into him, his hands spreading across her back. Camille kissed him hungrily, as if she had been starving for years and only now had found sustenance. 

'Camille..' he said against her lips, his voice like a warning. Be normal. Be normal. 

'Don't talk,' she whispered against his mouth, drowning out the warnings in his mind. 

'Yes ma'am,' Drake growled. 

He pulled her down onto him so he was lying on the floor. Camille straddled him, her kisses urgent as her lips travelled down his jaw towards his throat, kisses filled with heat and longing. 

Camille could feel his erection through his sweatpants. Testing the waters, she rolled her hips against his. 

Drake let out a visceral groan that rumbled from the pit of his stomach. Camille smiled like she had discovered a dirty little secret.

He rolled her over suddenly so he was suspended above her. His hands rested on either side of her head, supporting his weight, as he kissed her neck. He nipped at her throat with his teeth, making her curl her fingers into his hair. 

'I like self defence classes..' she whispered in his ear. 

Drake pulled back to give her a smirk. 'Oh really?' he asked. 'How about this?' 

He pinned her arms above her head, holding her down. Camille arched her back as Drake's lips kissed her collarbone and jaw. As he kissed her, Camille's hand roamed down his chest to the waistband of his sweats. Her hand brushed his crotch. 

Drake stilled. 

Camille blinked, sensing a change in the atmosphere. 'Drake?' 

'We should stop..' Drake whispered, his eyes dark as he looked down at her. 'Before we go too far.' 

Camille looked down at the tent situation in Drake's crotch region. 'But its right there.' 

Drake chuckled despite the awkward situation. 'We agreed to be professional,' he said. 'Be normal, whatever that means. Right now, we are doing the opposite.' 

Camille cleared her throat and sat up. She arranged her hair, now a tousled mess, back into a neat bun. 

'You were just saying all these things..' she muttered. 'I overstepped. I'm sorry.'

'Don't be,' Drake said. 'I meant every single thing.' 

An awkward silence. Drake sighed, wishing things weren't so complicated with them. 

'I'd never hesitate to take a bullet for you too,' Camille whispered, referring to their previous conversation, her eyes meeting his. 'I hope you know that. I care about you, Drake. I know how complicated our situation is and I'm sorry I've made it worse by kissing you.. My heart overruled my head.' 

Drake smiled weakly. He reached out to take her hand and squeezed it gently. 

'I've got to use my head when it comes to you,' he told her. 'I can't let feelings cloud my judgement. But that doesn't mean my heart isn't beating. It is, Camille.'

Camille brought her hand out to rest over Drake's heart which was indeed beating hard in his chest. 

'I understand,' she murmured. 

Drake's heart quickened, each beat betraying his determination to take it slow and be normal. 

I love her. I love her. I love her. 

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The following night detailed yet another ball at the palace. Camille was sick of balls but as the newest Duchess, she had to go to the opening of an envelope. 

She sat beside Drake in the car as Geoffrey drove them through the city streets towards the palace. 

They were both acting 'normal'. There was no awkwardness between them after the kissing during their self defence lesson - far from it. 

Drake and Camille were perfecting their performance of 'normal'. 

To pass the time on the way to the palace, Drake and Camille were playing Rock Paper Scissors. 

'Damn it!' Drake swore. 

Camille let out a laugh. 'Everytime with the scissors, Drake!' 

Drake groaned. 'You and your damn rock.' 

Camille giggled and tucked her hair behind her ear. Drake smiled at her unguarded moment when she was just being free and silly. Camille savoured moments to be silly now - her role as a Duchess meant she had to hide part of her personality, something which she was still trying to get used to. 

They arrived at the palace and as usual, Drake got out of the car first to ward off any photographers. He opened her door and shielded her from the cameras, making sure she felt comfortable enough to proceed. 

Camille gave him her usual smile to show she was ready. 

'Let's go, kid,' Drake whispered, giving her a wink. 

*********************

Camille helped herself to a glass of champagne, feeling Drake's eyes on her as she did so. His eye never strayed from her whenever they went to these balls.

He was the reason why she could summon the courage to set foot in this ballroom again. 

'So we meet again,' a sleek and revoltingly familiar voice sounded in her ear. 

It was Leo. 

'Your Highness,' Camille greeted him, curtseying to him. She resisted the urge to vomit as she played the part of the Duchess of Valtoria. 

Leo smirked. 'After last time, I'm surprised you would even curtsey to me. I admit, I was very rude and inappropriate. So sorry.' 

He didn't sound sorry. Not one bit. 

Camille smiled thinly. 'It's water under the bridge,' she said. 'I have to speak to Liam, good to see you.' 

She turned to leave but was stopped by Leo grabbing her arm. Camille's breath caught. She could see Drake standing in the corner, his eyes furious. Any moment now, Drake would leave his post and rescue her. 

Camille closed her eyes. One day, Drake might not be in the room. He might be somewhere different. He wasn't in the room at Applewood. Camille was alone with a man who was holding her too tightly, asking for too much, demanding everything. 

Enough now. 

Camille's heel stamped down onto Leo's foot and her elbow jabbed him in the gut. 

'Fuck!' Leo cried out, letting her go. Camille saw the nobles around them turn to look at them, curious at the disturbance. Without hesitation, Camille 'accidently' spilled her champagne down Leo's chest, acting as if that had been the reason for Leo to shout out. 

'Soooo sorry Your Highness!' she cried. Leo had a face like thunder but Camille didn't care. She picked up two glasses of champagne and strutted away from him, her head held high. She looked over at Drake with a triumphant smile on her face and could see that Drake's expression reflected hers. 

His eyes sparkled with joy as he watched Camille regain some of her much needed confidence. 

Camille reached him and passed him a glass of champagne. 'Thank you,' she whispered, giving him a warm smile. Drake laughed and took the champagne glass, tossing the bubbly drink down his throat and grimacing at the taste. But the sickening taste faded quickly as his joy at seeing Camille free and happy enveloped him. 

Leo watched the Duchess of Valtoria and her bodyguard stand too close together, sharing smiles that showed a hint of something more. He glowered as the Duchess threw her head back as she laughed at something the bodyguard had said. She turned to leave him, squeezing his hand before she went, and moved across the room to speak to Maxwell, but Leo's eyes slid across to the bodyguard. 

He was watching her with a hopeless expression on his face. Hopeless and lovesick, that's what it looked like. 

Leo clutched his champagne glass, feeling revulsion in the pit of his stomach as he put two and two together. The Duchess wasn't returning his affections because she was close with her bodyguard. No wonder Leo hadn't been able to break through to her. A literal human shield was in the way. 

Leo would fix that. 

[bssaz97]

“Call Me Back” Finale

* Patch Maternity Ward *

Ruby always knew that labor and delivery was going to be one of, if not, the hardest and most excruciating part of her pregnancy. She vividly remembered the tired faces of when Winter, Weiss, Blake, and Nora had delivered their babies and how happy they were after they got to hold onto their babies for the first time. But Ruby also remembered the seemingly endless amount of screaming and curses she heard from down the hallway of the maturity ward each time one of her friends went into the second stage of labor. When Ruby tried to ask for any ideas for how she could make the delivery stage easier for herself (that was the time when she learned she was carrying twins). However, all four girls just looked at her and collectively said one statement.

Past Winter/Weiss/Blake/Nora: “Practice breathing and pray.”

Ruby had greatly underestimated the counsel of her close friends and was convinced that they were trying to spare her the terrible truth about childbirth. The truth being that no matter what, childbirth is the most intense and painful experience that a woman can experience. How Mrs. Arc was willing to go through this experience five times (two of those resulting in twins) was truly a mystery to Ruby. But if Mrs. Arc could make it through all that amount of pain and struggle, then so could world savior Ruby Rose right? Oh poor, poor sweet past Ruby, how foolish she was to think that optimistically about the stages of childbirth.

Ruby: “GAAAA-HAAAHHHHhhhh!!!” *she screamed in utter agony, sweating profusely*

Taiyang: “It’s ok sweetie you’re doing great. You just need to wait until the head starts popping out. And by then it’ll be- Gah!” *feels his hand crushing under the pressure of Ruby’s grip on it.*

Ruby: “‘huff!’ If you say... it’ll be a piece of cake. ‘Huff!’ Or any other stupid birthday pun. ‘Huff!’ I’m going to kill you Dad!”

Taiyang: “Yeeep! Read you loud and clear sweetie!” *groaned as his grip was once again under the pressure of a mother birthing her offspring*

Doctor: “Ok Miss Rose you’re doing great, just keep breathing and PUSH!”

Ruby: “AAAAAAAHHHH!!!”

* Waiting Room Area *

Yang waits anxiously in her seat along with the other members of her team, their husbands, and Ren and Nora. Yang was trying to find something to focus on but came up blank. She was gripping tightly on chairs arms and ponders about how her baby sister is doing... well for lack of a better term ‘birthing babies’. She tries to calm herself through any means, but when a family member is expected to wait until the end of more or less a twelve-hour process is done, then calm is the last thing she wants to be right now. Yang has spent a good portion of her life fighting monsters and many groups hellbent on the destruction of humanity as a whole along with other things. However, if there was any situation that she dreaded the most was the feeling of helplessness when someone she cherishes is in pain or hurting. But then again, this isn’t normally like any of those cases, this was supposed to be a special day for both Ruby and...

Yang: ‘God damnit.’ *internally trying not to start any waterworks*

This was supposed to be a good day for the two of them, where they would start a new chapter of their lives together. Now there’s only her sister, who’s now all alone on this supposedly special day. Yang felt something in her boiling, a rage she had felt only a few times before in her life. She felt hatred, hatred towards whoever deemed it fit to take away not only her baby sister’s fiancé, but her happy future as well. A future that everyone worked and fought so hard for was taken away from Ruby without her knowledge.

The parallels between her own childhood and right felt so unbearably similar that all Yang wanted to do was hit something. A happy family who was robbed of someone who was so loved and admired by everyone that was close to them, only to never see them alive again. To that was the most painful part, he-Jaune did not deserve to be taken away from his family, friends or his soon to be mother of his children. But someone sought it fit to do just that, and now his parents lost their son, they lost a friend or brother, and Ruby lost the love of her life, the father of her soon to be born children. Just like Summer and so many others were taken away from them, a tragic repeat of history in their family.

Yang: ‘why...? Why?...WHY DID WHENEVER SOMETHING GOOD WAS GOING TO HAPPEN TO RUBY DID SOMEONE HAVE TO TAKE IT AWAY?!’ *She didn’t notice when tears started to trail down her face before shaking her head*

Yang had come to terms with the fact that Jaune was gone, they did have a body after all but that didn’t make it any less painful to know. She tried to remain strong for her sister who was no doubt going through the darkest part of her life, and she knew that it would only persist if not addressed. But Yang felt that she lost a friend and a brother many months ago, the saddest part was that it wasn’t something she’s not used to feeling. The sad cycle of their family was supposed to end with Ruby and Jaune’s union but maybe they had placed too much hope in their happily ever after. But whatever the result was, there was nothing that could be done to change it. That to her was perhaps the most painful thing about it.

Blake: “ Yang are you ok?” *places her hand on her friend’s shoulder*

Yang: “Hmm? Oh sorry, guess I was lost in thought. Got a lot on my mind I guess. Hehehe... ‘sigh.’”

Weiss: “Yang Xiao-Long. If you think for a moment that we’re going to believe that poor excuse, then you clearly do not realize who you are speaking to.”

Yang: “Heh. Yeah I should’ve figured that wasn’t gonna go pass through you Weiss-Cream. Well... I guess I’m just thinking about how Ruby’s doing right now.” *she leans back into her seat*

Neptune: “Yeah, by the way. How has she doing? Before right now I mean!” *adds in quickly*

Yang: “Honestly, not too good. Ok that’s an understatement, she was a mess, had to keep my eyes on her almost all the time. I’ve... never seen her look so defeated before. There’s been bad times before but now... it just brings back some bad memories.” *drags her prosthetic hand over her face*

Blake: “Yang...” *Looks at her old partner sympathetically*

Sun: “Sorry to hear.”

Neptune: “How’ve you been holding up?”

Yang: “What do you mean?”

Neptune: “Well you’ve been there for Ruby all during this time, but I can’t imagine it will be easy for you when you have to... well go back to doing your ‘other’ job.”

Yang: “Wha-? Do you actually think I would leave Ruby all alone during this time!” *eyes briefly flash red*

Weiss: “We’re not suggesting that Yang. But we do need to address this matter, because we have noticed that you haven’t been to Mistral since this... we found out what happened. That’s why we need to talk about it.”

Yang couldn’t deny what Weiss was saying and she had to admit that she has been slacking in a duty she’s neglecting for sometime. Although she would prefer not to do this today if all days. But rarely did they ever have time to hang out with one another.

Yang: “‘sigh’ Okay. Let’s talk.”

Weiss: “Well from what we remember you telling us, you spent most of your looking after Ruby. Even as a child back then you placed yourself with a lot of responsibility. So now after everything that has happened, you may not notice but we see how you are reverting back to the position of a helicopter sibling. However, as you know, you’re also in a position where you have to uphold a duty to the people of Mistral, so you cannot be in two places at once.”

Yang: “So what’s your point Weiss.”

Weiss: “The point that WE want to make is... we want to help easing up the burden you’ve been holding for so long.”

Yang: “...What?” *her face displaying confusion*

Ren: “It’s true Yang. While you are Ruby’s sister, the responsibility of helping her shouldn’t be on your shoulders alone. Nora and I are the godparents of these coming children, so it’s our responsibility to be there for them and Ruby as well.”

Nora: “That’s right.”

Blake: “You and Ruby are one of the best friends I have, who have fought many personal battles alongside me. So let Sun and I return the favor.”

Sun: “Yep.”

Weiss: “Yang, do you remember what I told my father when he tried to force me back home all those years ago. Your not just friends to me, you’re family. So as part of my family, I want to be able to help out as best as I can. Plus I refuse to not help with expenses she may need.”

Neptune: “‘laughs’ What she says.”

Weiss: “So what do you think.” *gives a small smile*

Yang: “..... Y-You guys would really be willing to do all this... for us? *moving her gaze to look at all of them*

Weiss: “Of course. Did you really expect to go any other way?”

Yang: “I-I don’t know what to say.”

Nora: “There ain’t nothing to say, you can’t get rid of us that easily!”

Yang: “Guys..... ‘sniff, sniff’ ....thank you.” *bows her head a little, mostly to hid the fact that she couldn’t hold the tears she had built up earlier at bay any longer*

Blake, Weiss, and Nora group around Yang so that the girls could have group hug around their blonde friend. Soon enough the husbands of the group also formed another layer of hugging to show their support as well. Yang felt as if a large load was taken off her shoulders that she had no idea she was carrying but was just happy to have friends and family such as these. Maybe with them around, she wouldn’t have to worry as much to care for her sister. Even if one of them was gone, there were still others there to help carry the load alongside her, as one big happy family.

Female Doctor: “*Cough, cough*”

Everyone: ‘⁉️’ *They all look up to see a doctor standing in front of them in scrubs*

Female Doctor: “Sorry to interrupt this special moment but I wanted to inform Miss Xiao-Long that her sister has completeld her delivery.”

Yang: “‘gasp!’ Oh my gods, is Ruby ok! Did everything go ok! Please tell me everything is ok!” *she knocked everyone off of her to get up close to the doctor pleadingly, hands clasped together*

Female Doctor: “*laughs* Yes Miss Xiao-Long, everything went off without any problems. Would you like to meet your niece and nephew?”

Yang: “Do I?!”

Weiss: “Ahem!”

Yang: “Eh?” * turns around to see the others picking themselves up after Yang unceremoniously pushed them off after a such touching moment*

Yang: “Oops. Sorry guys, got a little too excited there. Hehe...” *raises hands in a defensive manner*

Weiss: “‘Hmph’ I will forgive you right now but only because it’s a special occasion.”

Yang: “*laughs* Thanks.”

. . . . .

Nora: *sprints past the two of them* “FIRSTONETHEREGETSTOSEETHEBABIESFIRST!”

Female Doctor: “Mam, please no running in-!”

Yang: “Ohhh Hell No Lie-Valkyrie! Those kids are my blood so I get first dibs!” *follows hot on Nora’s trail*

Female Doctor: “Miss Schnee could you please-!”

Weiss: “Damn Brutes, you get there before me I will have words!” *uses Glyphs to boost her speed*

Blake: *Uses Shadow to follow after*

Female Doctor: “NO RUNNING IN THE HOSPITAL!”

Ren/Neptune/Sun: “So sorry about this.” *starts lightly jogging to catch up to their respective wife*

Female Doctor: “...... ‘sigh’ It’s always like this with Huntresses.” *shakes her head*

*Few Minutes Later*

Nora/Weiss/Blake: *sulking in defeat*

Nora: *pouting* “Using special powers in the last lap is cheating Yang!” *forms an X with her arms*

Yang: “Hey, you got a good five seconds head start on all of us so I don’t wanna hear it.”

Ren: “Nora, you can still see the babies today. You’ll just have to wait your turn.” *he says but internally is just as upset that he can’t see his godchildren first*

Yang: *looks at the door* “Ok. *breathes* Here we go Yang.”

*Door Opens then closes*

Yang enters the room and hears a small tune playing that sounds almost like a lullaby. Just as she does she sees her father standing on the right Ruby, with what seemed to be the biggest smile on his face she’s ever seen. Her dad turns to look to see that Yang had entered and signaled her to come over quietly. She gently walks over to the opposite side of Ruby’s hospital bed and after moving the curtain that was blocking her view Yang stood still, holding her breath. There she saw Ruby, her baby sis, holding two bundles of white blankets in both arms that only showed two tiny, squishy, baby faces. Ruby’s hair was damp with sweat and seemed very tired but was awake enough to soothe her newborns with a lullaby.

Ruby: *stops humming and looks up to see Yang, then smiles* “Hi Yang.”

Yang: “Ruby... They look... I mean just look at them.” *says with a hushed quivering voice, barely able to contain her smile*

Ruby: “*giggles* Yeah. Aren’t they just perfect. Took awhile getting them out but... they look so beautiful don’t they.” *she smiles tiredly*

Yang: “I-Is it ok if I...?” *hold both hands out*

Ruby: “Sure. Dad, could you?”

Taiyang: “Sure sweetie.” *he grabs onto one baby with blonde hair*

Ruby: “Here you go Sis.” *gently holds her other baby with reddish hair*

Yang gently takes one baby into her arms from Ruby and takes the other from her Dad. She looks at both of the babies up close and her lips were trembling with tears threatening to spill out.

Yang: “They’re so precious! Did you decide on names yet?” *says quietly so as to not disturb the tiny babies*

Ruby: “Yep. If one was a girl Me and Jaune wanted to giver her both Mom’s and Pyrrha’s name. Then if we wanted a boy we would name him Rowan... named after Jaune’s favorite fairytale character as a kid, ‘Rowan the Red.’”

Yang: “... Wasn’t that story about a squirrel?” *starts to giggle*

Ruby: “Yeah. But it was so cute that I couldn’t think of anything better than that. Plus I actually like the sound of it. My little Rowan.”

Yang: “Wow. Summer *kissed the redhead* and Rowan *kissed the blonde*”

Taiyang/Ruby: “....*holds in laughter*”

Yang: “What?” *face becomes confused*

Taiyang: “Yang, Rowan’s the one with red hair and Summer’s the blonde one.”

Yang: *eyes widen drastically and looks down at the two babies she just mixed up* “Whoops. Rowan *kisses redhead* and Summer *kisses blonde*”

Ruby: “That’s better, almost thought you were gonna check just to be sure.”

Yang: “To be fair if I wasn’t holding two bundles of joy in my arms, I would have tried that.”

Ruby: *shakes head while giggling*

Yang: *Looks fondly at both babies once more* “They’re amazing Ruby. How’re you holding up?”

Ruby: “Well the Doctor gave me some painkillers to dull the pain so right now I am doing greeeaaaat~”

Yang: “That’s good to hear.”

. . . . .

Ruby/Yang: “There’s something-.” *both laughs*

Ruby: “Sorry you go first.”

Yang: “Nah it can wait, there something on your mind?”

Ruby: “Ok... So I’ve been thinking for a bit while I have been here, thinking about what happens after I get out of this hospital with my children.”

Yang: “Oh?”

Ruby: “Well you’ve been helping me a lot since what happened to.... after the incident. I reminded me a lot of how things were when we were kids. Then I thought about how these two are going to be living once there back home with me.”

Yang: “Right.”

Ruby: “So with that thinking in mind I realized something that I hadn’t thought of before. How do I wanna raise my kids. Sure I’ve thought about it a lot since I had.... Jaune with me. But now he’s gone, and these little ones only have their mother left in the world. Their mother who is a sworn protector of Remnant...”

Yang: “...Where are you going with this Rubes.”

Ruby: “It’s come to my realization Yang that with Jaune no longer here with me, I’m all my babies have to rely on to care for and nurture them as a parent. But I can’t do that as a Huntress sworn to protect others. So it’s with that I’ve decided...”

Yang: *starts moving closer to Ruby with the babies in tow* “Ruby wait please, before you say anything else-!”

Yang was having a bad feeling about what her sister was going to say next. She hoped, no, prayed that Ruby wasn’t going to do a Raven and give up her kids. Sure these babies had Ren and Nora as godparents but Yang’s seen how that road ends with Raven and she didn’t want Ruby to-!

Ruby: “I’ve decided to retire being a huntress.”

Yang: “.......what?” *her face is one of disbelief and shock*

Ruby: “Yang I love being a huntress. It’s all I ever wanted to be when I was little, it’s what I’ve worked towards my whole life. *holds a hand out playing with Rowan’s hair* But in the short time that these two came into my life, these wonderful things of purity and innocence, I’ve discovered something that’s worth more than all those years spent slaying monsters and stopping the bad guys.”

Ruby: *moves up slowly to retrieve both of her little ones from Yang, who let them go gently* “That’s being these two’s mommy. I don’t want to miss a single moment of either of their lives, I want to see them grow, learn to walk, say their first words and be normal kids with a mom they can come home to who will be there. So that’s my decision, I choose to be my children’s mother..... my little blessings.”

Yang: “...And you’re sure this is what you want Rubes?”

Ruby: *nods* “I know I can’t prevent every hardship they will face, but I at least want them to have a better childhood than what we had.... No offense Daddy.” *turns to look at her father*

Taiyang: “*sniff* There’s no need to apologize sweetie. I’m just so proud of you right now.” *he says as small tears fall from his eyes*

Yang: “Yeah. *sniff* So am I sis.”

Ruby: “Thanks... so what is it you wanted to talk about?”

After much time spent having each and every member of her team and friends see her little blessings they all took time to explain and establish what would be their plan of action to move forward. Nobody could change what happened, Life is filled with hardships and struggles but together they could rise above it. They all had done so many times before and together they would do so again. Ruby was touched that everyone wanted to help so much with caring for her babies, she almost wanted to cry again. She was so happy to have friends and family such as these, a true blessing in her life.

*Knock! Knock!*

Female Doctor: “Miss Rose you have more visitors. They said they’re family to the newborns.”

Ruby: “Were we expectanting anyone else?”

Yang: “Weeeell I might’ve sent a late invitation to one family.”

Saphron: “For the love of- Move out of the way! I want to see my darling niece and nephew!” *pushes by the Doctor*

Female Doctor: “GAH!” *almost trips*

Saphron: *looks around and sees the four couples in the room* “Oh come on! You all got here before me!”

Terra: *entering holding up a five year old Adrian* “Well we would’ve gotten here sooner had someone NOT send us a notice at the very last minute. Then we would’ve been here sooner.”

Adrian: “Hi Everyone!” *while waving*

Ruby: “Hehehe. Sorry it happened so suddenly that well we kinda forgot make a big announcement about it.”

Saphron: “*snort* Ok I guess that’s fair. Now where’s those darling little angels!”

Ruby: “Well they’re right here but they’re sleeping so I would be- *Saphron swiftly takes them* careful with them!”

Saphron: “Oh my gods! Terra look at them! They’re so cute! Rowan has blonde hair like an Arc and Summer has the her mommy’s hair~ Oh could just eat them up!~” *says in a hushed tone*

Terra: “....Saphron. The red haired ones a boy and the blonde is a girl.” *smiles at her wife*

Saphron: *eyes widen and looks at both babies, who she just mixed up* “.... I knew that. I totally knew that I was just saying that to test you.”

Terra: “Sure. Look Adrian, it’s your new cousins. Don’t be like your other mommy and get their genders confused, ok~”

Adrian: “Sum-Sum and Rowen.” *pokes Summer’s cheek*

Summer: “pfff-! Hehehehehe!~”

Everyone: “Awwww~”

Yep. Everything was starting to feel right in the world again.

*One Year Later; Unknown Destination*

Dark Figure 1: “Is he awake?”

Dark Figure 2: “Not yet, but he should awaken soon.”

Dark Figure 1: “I still can’t believe the Master wants to keep this one alive, it took a lot of effort to take him down and we lost too many of our own. We even had to sacrifice brother Nil in order to make a convincing corpse of this one for the Huntsmen to believe.”

Dark Figure 2: “Brother Nil chose to make that sacrifice, his shapeshifting semblance allows him to become the perfect copy of one’s body and blood. Without him we would never had been able to make those heretics believe that £^%3 ^~< was dead.”

Dark Figure 1: “You maybe willing to follow his bold ideas but I do not. I serve only the command of the True Queen, not him.”

Dark Figure 2: “Patience Brother, we will have justice for Nil soon enough. This only serves as a means to fufill the Queen’s Will. Once we have all the pieces of the puzzle, then we can awaken her from her eternal slumber.”

Dark Figure 3: “Quiet! He awakens...”

A man’s eyes open from his deep slumber, he brings one hand up to rub his temple so ease his piercing headache. He tries to raise himself but feels that he is still too weak. What was he sleeping on? He looks around and sees three distinct figures wearing dark robes and were looking at him from different spots of where he was laying. Alarmed by them he tries to get up but the one closest to him places his hand on his shoulders to keep him in place so not for him to go thrashing around.

Dark Figure 3: “My brother, you must not push yourself. You’ve been asleep for a long time, and your body is still too disoriented to move around freely.” *a scraggly male voice*

Awaken Man: “What’s happening? Who are all of you?!”

Dark Figure 2: “Brother, you have been greatly injured in your last mission. You need to be put in a temporary deep sleep in order to heal your wounds. It has been a little over a year ago. As to who we are, we are your companions.” *voice reveals to be a females, who’s sounds like silk*

Awaken Man: “... So I know you all?”

Dark Figure 2: “Yes my friend, you know us all very well. We’ve fought together for many years.”

Awaken Man: “Years...? I... do not recall.”

Dark Figure 3: “Yes. A side effect of the deep sleep treatment I’m afraid. You were dealt a rather heavy injury from the warrior you faced last.”

Awaken Man: “I was fighting someone?”

Dark Figure 3: “Yes, you were fighting against one huntsman named ‘Jaune Arc.’ He was a formidable enemy who had slain over thirty of your own men.”

Awaken Man: “He... killed my men? That bastard! Where is he?!”

Dark Figure 1: “Dead. Slain by your own sword.” *the last member with them stepped in, his voice sounded deep but calm and cold*

Dark Figure 2: “It’s true brother, you had defeated your adversary but soon afterwards you succumbed to your wounds. We had to take you back to our home in order to help you survive.”

Awaken Man: “Yes, I think I’m starting to recall now. I was fighting against a strong warrior, he... had others with him...” *holds his head in an attempt to remember*

Dark Figure 3: “No you are mistaken brother, he was alone when you fought him. But his battle power was vast.”

Awaken Man: “Was he truly? I could’ve sworn...”

Dark Figure 1: “What’s done in the past is done, there is no changing it. You fought Arc, you prevailed and he died. Now come, the Master will be expecting you to fully recover within the next two days.”

Awaken Man: “The Master...?”

Dark Figure 1: “Yes he will be expecting you to come see him, he will want a full report on your mission, Abel.”

Awaken Man: “Abel?”

Dark Figure 1: “Yes, that is your name, Abel Gris. Do you not remember at least that much?”

Abel: “My memory is still not too clear right now, I must have been more injured than I thought.”

Dark Figure 2: “Have no fear brother. We will help you fill in the gaps.” *she runs her hand through his blonde hair*

Abel: “I... thank you my sister.” *it felt odd for him to say that for some reason*

Dark Figure 1: “Well I hope for your sake that you at least remember the events that occurred to you last year before the week is done. The Master is not as understanding as we are and he will expect the full report soon.”

Abel: “Of course... brother.” *why did it feel like there was a spike in his throat to say that*

With that all three of his companions left the healing room. Soon when he felt he was able, he stepped off whatever he was laying on. It looks like a opened metal egg with dark purple crystals sticking out on the sides. He walks forward to wear he sees a mirror at the left side of the room. Slowly he walks over, holding onto what he looks to be injured side that presented the most pain. As he walks up to the mirror he takes a look at himself.

His appearance looks to be young, lean physique despite being in bed for over a year, and what looked to be more than a long horizontal scar to the left of where he supposed his heart is located. A nearly fatal wound indeed. The last thing he looks at is his face. Abel looks at himself as he sees his unkept blonde hair, his pale complexion and his what looked to be dark purple eyes that seemed to have a glow to them. He places his hand ver his reflection in the mirror and narrowed his eyes.

This was the face of Abel Gris. The man who killed Jaune Arc.

- Fin -

[lordxgrinnyxboy]

watching london tgm! pt 2!

they actually carry clarence in in his coffin????

Kupsak sounds Different

OOOOOOOOOOH THAT WAS OSRIC’S VOICE THAT DID THE “Will our land at last be free” LIKE THE LINGERING ECHOES OF THE TRELAW SPIRIT. NICE.

the voice he used leaves me with no doubt he could’ve been another amazing Gwynplaine.

“Get out” WAS OSRIC LITERALLY THERE DID OSRIC STRAIGHT UP GO BUST A FUNERAL

 OOOOH IT’S THE TRELAW REBELLION NOW. SPECIFICALLY THE TRELAW REBELLION. THE REBELLION BELONGING TO TRELAW.

for just a second i was living in a world without Barkilphedro but there he is, man, there he is. i was surprised to see him.

ooooh. oooooh “Angelica has not emerged from her chambers for almost exactly 20 years, during which time, she has not uttered a single word” WHAT?

DON’T SEND SPIKE TO GO GET HER WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU

off topic but getting back to the previous post if the “father she’ll never see” was part of the inscription and Ursus gave it to her then he’d know about it so it can’t be that did the MOM get her a necklace that said she’d never see her father??? was the mom like “ope we gotta pack up and sail away without your dad but lemme get you a cool trinket first” or was there no inscription and Ursus is just assuming that it was the dad who gave her the necklace but it was actually the mom and the mom got a necklace for Dea without telling Ursus but hold up aren’t they poor? wouldn’t somebody have known? do they have separate bank accounts? did the mom say “well I got our unborn child a present but it’s a surprise you’ll find out later” why a necklace that says “dea”? did the mom name her without consulting Ursus? how’d she know wh-? was she going to name the baby ‘Goddess’ regardless of gender? (valid?) was she asking a goddess to protect the baby??? did she have the baby, immediately go get her a little trinket, and then freeze to death? was ‘Dea’ a deliberate move or was it just the last name trinket in the shop? Were all the  “Makynzeiye” necklaces taken? I Have Questions About This Necklace

anyway

the other version always makes me feel almost like Barkilphedro murdered the king himself. i don’t get that so much in this one but i do get the impression he Knows What He’s Doing with this speech and is Doing It On Purpose. Having A Good Time, as it were.

angelica????

oh my

“SWWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE” uhm

b-bird noises?

ooh she’s actually. calling out the corruption of her father. good girl angelica.

“I will make this country great again” did they. have. to say that. did they have to. was it necessary. why make me think about that man. why do that to me. london has no rights u-u

wHAT we’re back in the cart? No JoJo?

london gets rights for the fact that Gwyn’s crouching. that is a very good crouch sir, perfect.

“with mojo and father...GAH” oh gwyn :(

that hit him so hard so sudden like :(

FIDDLIN WITH THE BANDAGES IS CANOOOOON IT’S CANOOOOOOOON I AM VALID! I’M VALID! I KNEW IT! I THOUGHT SO! YES. YES. WOOHOO

gwyn your arm

the drama of that dismount. the delicate self-yeet. incredible.

WHY IN HEAVEN’S NAME IS YOUR SHIRT TUCKED IN YOU STOP THAT THIS INSTANT

“please help me find” gwyn what is she supposed to do, google it?

CROUCH

oh here we go

that was terrifying jojo

jojo that was terrifying

the dance is. worse.

pleeeease no please no please no pl

where did she get that

i am scared for my life rn

JOJO STOP

ohhh i’m dreading Brand New World. can’t believe i’m gonna have to watch Gwynplaine Trelaw literally be killed for sport. she’s gonna snap him like a twig 😭 

JOJO I AM BEGGING YOU TO PUT THAT DOWN

i am so scared of this jojo i am so

oh JOJO’S gonna offer to make the scuttling dream a reality???

book canon right there

😱😬😭

in this one she literally warns david personally to his face he’s got no excuse let’s go david wygd

but sure let’s go to the fair

i don’t hate this david but he’s like the mellow, zero-energy edition.

he bouncin

he’s turned into a starfish???

i hate Bristol!Jojo’s costume so bad but dang if i haven’t gotten used to it and now this one’s a little weird

i’m not strong enough tbh

dirry-moir just crouched and i’m gonna have to sue for copywrighte on gwynplaine’s behalf. i’ve apparently lost my ability to spell

idk man these people are just incredibly scary

oh thank goodness that part’s over

london!gwyn looks like a hobbit that’s been stretched out. like a screenshot of Mr. Elijah Wood in Unexpected Journey, but it’s been pasted into MS Paint and then stretched out a bit and then squished down and stretched out again and somehow pasted back into the movie.

i am genuinely so grateful we get another cart scene. i need time to recover from never seen a face.

the dynamic feels different in this version

awww the shoulder pat :3

this Gwyn is a whole other person. he’s both Calmer and More Wound Up. at the same time.

😭 he just 😭 literally choked 😭 i can’t 😭 he just fell right over 😭 wilted like a flower 😭 howm i supposed to cope with this 😭 

Don’t pat him so hard Ursus for pity’s sake DX

aw we’re not doing Born Broken in front of an audience this time? rights are evaporating.

is Gwyn even alive rn i think he straight up died

did he take the medicine yet?

Ursus are u touching his face?

HE’S HAVING A WHOLE SEIZURE

What Was That Move

i have lost my ability to exhale

i think Gwyn’s doing a physical impersonation of a fish being mercilessly dragged from a lake by a grappling hook thrown from a moving speedboat

i do like how Ursus crouches down to their level while they’re on the ground

love how Mojo looks over like “are y’all seeing this”

LOOK AT THE SMILE OF YOUR MOTHERL

THAT’S WHY URSUS FREAKIN SNAPS

Ursus is holding Gwyn by the wrist and just shaking his arm as punctuation like “I CANT tell you ANYthing you DON’t already KNOW” URSUS STOP

GWYN TRIED TO PULL AWAY AND URSUS YANKED GWYN’S ARM

URSUS YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS

i mean i always thought the near hysteria was valid and acceptable but you know what Gwyn is MORE than allowed the “NOOO NOT TODAY” line. he can HAVE IT. understandable. he did nothing wrong.

someone’s drinking a beer

i’m sorry but the way he just climbed through that curtain was hilarious

it’s too calm. mr. maskell you’ve got three seconds to lose your damn mind and go absolutely OFF

BOING BOING BOING BOING BOING

CLAP

twinge

this one doesn’t have enough hysteria but it gets points for being even more boneless

lost an elbow again

here we go his brain’s going AGSHAFUIABNAVSBKJAG AGFYAIAFIguAI here we go it’s happening i can see the sparks

MR MASKELL PLEASE

GWYN YOUR ARMS

YOUR SPIN GWYN

that right there was what medical professionals commonly diagnose as a Religious Experience.

his pantlegs are even shorter in this version

OH HE JUST YANKS THE BANDAID RIGHT OFF.

jojo please

hangon i gotta go back and see him in Zero Bones mode one more time that was actually so personal

i must say that rewind was Flawless. without even looking i took it back exactly to him coming through the curtain. at myself goodjob man

i would like to formally apologize to myself for just having the “talent show au” thought. stop that.

WIGGLY FINGERS ON “WALKS IN THE NIGHT”

can’t believe i’m in love with an overcooked linguini noodle

he is So Floppy it genuinely hurts to even look at and honestly i love that for me. I’m living. i’m about to watch this scene a third time in a row see if i don’t

it really is a little low on the sheer manic vibe but at the same time it kinda has the energy of if you climbed into the washing machine or maybe dryer while the appliance is on? or if you got in the washing machine but you brought a toaster with you. and threw your phone in separate.

another perfect rewind let’s go I’M THE STUUUUUUUFF OF YOUR NIGHTMARES WAS I

his voice sounds like it’s coming from a vintage record player and it’s definitely in black and white with a smattering of static and just a slight flavor of tin and honestly i love that for me

Gwyn’s literally one of those old door stoppers you know like the little stick on the bottom of the door and sometimes you pull it all the way to one side and then let go and it’s like FWOBBLEFWOBBLEFWOBBLE and you’re like “OOOOOOH”

JEAN VALJEAN

ARMS UPPPPPPPP GO BACK AND BOIIIIIIIIIIING

LOVE that dude. Amazing.

did he just spit actually? he physically can’t? at least traditionally?

steppy leggies!

one more time and then i’ll move on. just one more.

rewound too far i’m now back at “Ursus If You Don’t Let Go Of That Boy’s Wrist”

come on through that curtain Gwynlit i am Ready for You.

I’M THE STUUUUUUFFFFF OF YOUR NIGHTM

i want this played at my funeral and i want mr. maskell to be there to dance to it

so i guess in this version his limbs just short-circuit at different times huh because i mean genuinely for real his elbows just seem to nope out every now and then

this right here is what mr. hugo meant when he said, if not in as many words, that you were a ten.

ARRRMMMS UP! ANNNND BAAAAAAACK AND

B O U N C E

he has the x factor

love how he just shuffles back through the curtain like that one gif of the yellow dude being absorbed into the bushes

JOJO I LOVE YOUR DRESS WHAT

Dirry-Moir’s voice is nice even if it’s Very Different

fr jojo that’s actually kinda cute

Osric my dear i Love You

and now they’re all dirilious

dilirius

dilirious

dileros

d e l i r i o u s ?

that

Dea and Gwyn just dropped out of the sky

awww mojo came to check on him

Mojo’s nudging at Gwyn’s arm and Gwyn’s Not Having It

Ursus you’re banned from touching him i am Mad At You

Gwyn’s having another attack in this version it is constantly happening. has this boy sipped any sauce yet?

he just stood up and now he’s like

HE’S DOING HAND FLAPS HE’S GOT FLAPPY HANDS HE’S ACTUALLY. WHAT. FLAP FLAP FLAP I LIKE IT I AGreE WITH THIS

ooh he reacts a little bit to “all the other fairground freaks”

FIDDLING WITH THE BANDAGES

Ursus sounds Angery

 oh. gwynlit :( he’s cryin :( on “I don’t believe you” :(

😭💀😭💀

these two have PROBLEMS in this version and i am Hurt

he’s doing hand things again

VOCAL THINGS

this is canon now

DEA JUST HELPED HIM WITH THE CRIMSON LETHE

it looked like he was too jittery or something so she puts his hand over his and helps him bring the bottle of crimson lethe up to his mouth

im really just filling up a shopping cart over here

did quake just clock ursus over the head or did someone get shot boy golly that was loud

wait though with the little noise that Gwyn did a second ago, we hear it after the crowd starts doing it but in-universe did they hear him do that at some point and now they’re imitating it 👀 

THAT CRISMSON LETHE JUST KNOCKED HIM OUT HE JUST FLOPPED FORWARD AND DEA HAD TO CATCH HIM 📝👀

oh. “The Grinning Man Is Not To Be Disturbed” is because he’s straight up out of it after having the medicine. oh no

Mojo just growled as Gwyn stood up and i heard it wrong and thought there was like a cartoon sound effect like “LOOK HOW FAST HE JUST STOOD UP. WOOSH.” but no it was a growly bark

he held onto Dea’s hand and kind of hopped over to the door that was neat

i’m gonna start holding everything i read Like That

shjshgsj he just held it Like that and Stared before switching to holding it normally and actually opening it

random Itch

her outfit really is cute though i like this costume

“who I aaaaaaaaaam” stop the voice is too good sir

okay but that maneuver really is illegal y’all ought not to have done that

wait wait lemme go back and

i don’t know how i feel about that

one more time lemme check lemme just ch

*phil collins voice* oh lord

there is no reason

gwyn sweetheart you are not strong enough. she will kill you.

i now know what song this reminds me of now and i’m so upset

why do they have the outside of the cart looking like a happy meal box

GWYN WHAT WAS THAT

he just did the squawkiest laugh oml

HOLD UP

“you must see or you’ll never know” “YOU’RE RIGHT! Something is changing! She wants to meet me!” WHAT IS THIS CONVERSATION

HE SOUNDS HAPPY

SHE KNOWS HE’S GOING TO MEET SOMEBODY AND SHE ACTUALLY KISSES HIM LIKE “You must go!” WHAT

boy i know you did not just finger-gun goodbye at the blind girl

he’s walking in place now and i’m crying

she told him he must go now and he took it so literally he left while she was still talking

THE WALKING IN PLACE THOUGH. IT’S IN SLOW MOTION. I AM DISTRAUGHT

did you just wave at someone Gwyn

he’s so doped up

i think he thinks he’s about to get beat

okay in this version he doesn’t Let Osric grab his hand Osric just kind of grabs him and then Gwyn snatches his hand away and Osric’s like “i’ve got a funny feeling in my hand” meanwhile Gwyn puts his hand up and looks at it for a second and shakes down his sleeve and then he’s all hands-on-hips and looking at Osric like >:?

i think he just did the sound with them

and he’s having another attack.

he just fell back and they caught him and one person grabbed his hand and yanked him forward and now they’re picking him up

idk think he knows he’s alive in this version

AJSHFAJGAH THEY’RE DOING HIM LIKE THE PUPPETS IN THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST DANCE SEQUENCE THEY JUST TOSSED THAT BOY LIKE A FRESHLY-LAUNDERED BEDSHEET

he ain’t well sir

that’s all for now!

[crazy-moko]

Boyfriend (Beta): Shinkai Rinto (SSR) - The Bridegroom’s Tears of Gratitude

CV: Ono Yuuki

Raws: *confidential*

Proofreaders: Jessi & 山崎ルカ

Heroine name: Takamiya Akane  **The raws were provided by someone else but since this is a repost, I will be using this name as well

IMPORTANT: Under a friend’s suggestion, I will be reposting my old translation of Boyfriend (Beta) from my blogspot on this tumblr as well. Only the ones I have posted of course. But I will change a few things here and there. Looking at my blogspot again, I see everything was terribly made and some things were hard to read. I did this translation years ago so the quality might be bad. I didn’t change much either.

TRANSLATION UNDER CUT

To Be Happier Together

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Chapter 1

Stylist: ──Here, I’m done~. You look stunning. 

Takamiya Akane: …………Eh?

Stylist: Well then, if you could move over here…….

Takamiya Akane: （Wha-, what’s going on? Why am I putting on a dress──）

？？？: ……It’s me. I’m finished with the preparations. I’m coming in.

Takamiya Akane: Eh-……coming in!? Pl-, please wait a minute!

Shinkai Rinto: I’m not going to wait. Exactly how long do you plan to make me wait until you’re satisfied. Wh── …………*shock*!

Takamiya Akane: ……Shi-, Shinkai-kun!? ……Those clothes……!? （I’m also in these kind of clothes, what exactly is going o──……）

Shinkai Rinto: ……What’s this. It suits you nicely.

Takamiya Akane: ……Eh?

Shinkai Rinto: Like I said, the dress suits you. ……Really, what’s with that expression. Even if you say “I want to quit after all”, I definitely won’t listen to you. Or rather, don’t even try to run away, you hear?

Takamiya Akane: Eh? O-, Okay. But I won’t do something like that……. （Ah, I see. Today is our wedding day……）Today, Shinkai-kun and I……will become spouses.

Shinkai Rinto: ……! Th-, That’s right! What's with you all of a sudden……. I mean, why are you saying my name so formally, today?

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Chapter 2

Takamiya Akane: Ah, Y-, you’re right. Well……Rinto, -kun?

Shinkai Rinto: That’s better …… Today you might be nervous, but, I’ll try to follow up, so don’t get too excited.

Takamiya Akane: Ye-, yeah…… Thank you.

Shinkai Rinto: I’m pretty much finished with the greetings. The only thing that’s left is, with you….., wha-, what? Why are you staring at my face like that?

Takamiya Akane: …… It’s just that today’s Rinto-kun seemed very reliable. 

Shinkai Rinto: Huh? You. Are you making fun of me? Besides, this much is normal. It’s an important day after all…….

Takamiya Akane: …… An important day…… Yeah, I see. You’re right…….

Shinkai Rinto: Gah! Look, don’t make the atmosphere weird! Listen, we’re gonna quickly finish up the greetings……!

Takamiya Akane: Ah…… Wa-, wait a minute, Rinto-kun……! 

Takamiya Akane: (We finished the greetings safely and the previous meeting is also a success!) It’s great that all of our acquaintances from Fujishiro came. Moreover, to think that Kagami-senpai would be the one giving the speech…….

Shinkai Rinto: ……Tch. Can that guy even give a proper speech?

Takamiya Akane: (Putting it that way…… He’s really not honest)

Shinkai Rinto: What’s with those eyes? They’re implying that you have something to say. ……., it’s almost time, this is bad. I’m going. Until later then.

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Chapter 3

Takamiya Akane: (It’s finally starting but…… as expected I’m feeling nervous)

Priest: Mr. Shinkai Rinto. ……Do you, in sickness and in health swear to devote yourself to ──?

Shinkai Rinto: Yes…… I do.

Takamiya Akane: (I’m glad that I got to do something like this with Rinto-kun……)

Priest: ──do you swear?

Takamiya Akane: ……Yes, I do.

Shinkai Rinto: Why do you look like you’re about to cry? The ceremony had only just finished you know. In that case, I don’t have to worry about the wedding reception after this.

Takamiya Akane: I’m sorry…… Somehow I recalled our memories together all at once……. ……But, I’ll do my best not to look gloomy…….

Shinkai Rinto: It’s nothing, I don’t really mind…… didn’t I just say so, I’ll cover for you as much as possible. ……Don’t make me say it so many times.

Takamiya Akane: Shinkai-kun……. You’re right, thank you very much. 

Shinkai Rinto: Di-, didn’t I say not to thank me for something like this……. Besides, even if I managed to cover for you, don’t let a weird face get taken during the photoshoot ‘cause I won’t be taking responsibility for that. That’s why smile with all you’ve got.

Takamiya Akane: Eeh, I, I really don’t like the sound of that…….

Shinkai Rinto: I’m joking. I think that you’ll look beautiful no matter how it’s taken……. Wait, don’t misunderstand. It’s because today is a meaningful day!

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Chapter 4

Takamiya Akane : (I can see everyone’s faces from the reception desk and they all seem pretty calm……)

Shinkai Rinto: Stop spacing out. We’re cutting the cake now.

Takamiya Akane: Ah! Y-, yeah……!

Shinkai Rinto: You put both of your hands here, like this. Then I support your hands with mine.

Photographer: I’m taking the picture. Can both you move closer?

Shinkai Rinto: Huh? Sure…… Here, you should come closer.

Takamiya Akane: Eh……closer…… I-, is this, okay?

Shinkai Rinto: Arghー, seriously, what’s with that. It didn’t change at all. …… Tch. This is because you’re so slow.

Takamiya Akane: (Wah, Rinto-kun is holding my shoulders ……!)

Shinkai Rinto: We’re taking a picture right? Don’t make a stupid face, okay?

Takamiya Akane: Stu-, stupid face…… I’m sorry.

Shinkai Rinto: Don’t apologize. …… Look, let’s show everyone here. Your most beautiful “blissful” expression.

Takamiya Akane: (I’m done changing my dress but it’s finally time for the speech. Oh, Kagami-senpai went on stage after being introduced by the chairperson……)

Kagami Saku: I’m Kagami who was introduced to take over.

Shinkai Rinto: ………….

Kagami Saku: I knew the bridegroom, Rinto-kun, since high school and up until now, as a member from the same band──.

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Chapter 5

Takamiya Akane: (Rinto-kun, seem to be listening to the speech attentively……)

Kagami Saku: He, has a strong self-confidence and passion compared to others, and occasionally gets into intense fights but──.

Takamiya Akane: (……To think that Rinto-kun during high school worried about music―― When did he get into a lot of fights with his band members again? I want to at least be part of his strength and listen to him ……)

Kagami Saku: With his passion, I hope he and Akane-san, from here on will become a blissful family──.

Shinkai Rinto: ………….

Takamiya Akane: (………… Rinto-kun……?)

Kagami Saku: ──This is my congratulatory speech.

Shinkai Rinto: …………Damn…… that bastard Saku…….

Takamiya Akane: …… Rinto-kun…… are you okay? ……Do you need a handkerchief?

Shinkai Rinto: Huh!? I, I don’t need it…… Or rather, don’t look!

Takamiya Akane: ……I’ll leave it here, you can use it when you feel like it.

Shinkai Rinto: Like I said, I’m not using itー! The hell, I’m so lame…….

Takamiya Akane: ……You’re not lame. I know how much you treasure your fellow band members after all…….  Kagami-senpai’s speech also really touched me. ……I’m so glad that they asked Kagami-senpai to give a speech.

Shinkai Rinto: Well…… at least it wasn’t a failure…….

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Chapter 6

Shinkai Rinto: *sighs*…… It’s over. Today was a long day……. I, I’ve been thinking during today’s ceremony…… how to put it, I am unexpectedly being looked after by the others……. Especially…… by you, I feel like I’ve been taken care of by you the most.

Takamiya Akane: ……M-, me……?

Shinkai Rinto: When I listened to Saku’s speech, I remembered the times during high school. I was always doing band activities but you were always by my side. You also listened to all sorts of things that I say, remember? …… Now that I remembered, I think that I’ve been spoilt by you. From now on, I’ll be spoiling you instead. ……So that, both of us can be happier together.

Takamiya Akane: Rinto-kun………….

Shinkai Rinto: H-, hey, seriously? You didn’t have to cry from just that.

Takamiya Akane: You too, didn’t you look like you were about to cry just now……?

Shinkai Rinto: ……Shuddup, don’t say that!

Takamiya Akane: (……This is blissful. But we’ll become happier from now on)

Takamiya Akane: …………huh……eh? Perhaps, was that a dream!? ( It was because I was reading a magazine featuring weddings before I fell asleep ―― Maybe it’s because of that dream……? Because I don’t think I can face Shinkai-kun for awhile……!)

END

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Note: This one had such terrible translations asdflkjga;lkjsdfkhjh, how did I have the courage to post this.

[chubbydrawer]

George Gingerbread

They say there is a tale of a father named George who always put his family off during the holidays, working long nights. Choosing to make money rather than be with his family. Until that fateful day on Christmas Eve. While driving to work he got into a car accident instantly killing him. Santa saw what had happened and the regret the man had for not seeing his family. So his soul was turned into a gingerbread man and in exchange for helping Santa convince other fathers to spend less time at work and more with their families, he could see his family every holiday.

Kyle sat at the office working hard on his board for demonstrating a new idea to the office by January second. It was December 24th and everyone was just leaving the building to go home to their families. Kyles friend Doug stood in the doorway shaking his head.

“I can’t believe you are going to continue working when you are free to go home to your family!” He said disappointed l.

“I gotta get this done! It’s very important, especially if I want that raise!”

“Kyle I get wanting more money but you need to go home! You have a wife and two kids waiting for you to come home!”

“I will I will! Just staying later till this is finished.”

“Well suit yourself. I am heading home for the holidays! See you next week.”

Doug turned to gather his coat and left on the elevator home. Kyle however sat plugging away at numbers.

A few hours went by and it was now 10pm Kyle got thirsty so he went into the offices break room to grab some water. As he headed back to his desk he saw a small little box wrapped in red and had a green bow on it.

“Hello, who dropped this off?”

Nobody replied, he figured it was maybe Doug or someone in the office who left it hear and left while he got the water. He sat in his office chair and slid the small box in front of him. On his desk. He ran his hand through his full brown locks wondering what on earth it could be! He tugged at the bow until it came loose and gently peeled back the wrapping paper to a red box with a lid. He slowly lifted the lid revealing a cute gingerbread man cookie. Funnily enough the cookie was dressed just like him and had the same features! It had slightly long brown hair piped with frosting and his chestnut brown eyes too! He even wore the same blue button down shirt and Kahkis followed by his brown Clark’s boots! He stared at the cookie amused! Must have been a funny office prank from one of his co workers. The only weird part about the cookie was it didn’t look like a normal cookie cutter type this cookie was rounder like it was supposed to resemble a chubby man. Maybe the cookie just got too spread out when it baked her thought. He was a tad hungry so he put the cookie up to his mouth and took a bite. It was absolutely delicious! He promptly finished the cookie within a few bites and got back to work!

It was another thirty minutes after he had finished his cookie when he heard a strange noise. It sounded like small footsteps entering his office but when he looked up he saw nobody.”Hello?” He called out, but nobody replied. He thought it was his imagination until someone called out his name “Kyyyle.” He looked up again a bit startled seeing there was nobody there. He pushed himself away from his desk in his chair a bit scared.

“Who’s there, don’t try to scare me!”

“You should go home to your family Kyle!” The voice said.

“I don’t know who you are but leVe me alone I’m trying to work!”

Just then he saw a small gingerbread man hop up onto his desk. Kyles jaw dropped in disbelief!

“What the fuck” he said surprised

“Hiya the names George Gingerbread”

Kyle just stared at him confused and shocked. How was a cookie talking to him!

“ listen buddy I tried the ole scary tactic to try to get you home but it obviously didn’t work so I’m going to try another approach here. First off yes I am a gingerbread man so close your lip and stop gawking!”

Kyle closed his mouth but kept staring confused.

“Icame here today because you are here on Christmas Eve rather than at home with your family.Its Christmas Eve you need to spend time with them, money isn’t everything trust me!”

“How can you talk!?” Kyle said still shocked

“I used to be a man just like you but I made a mistake and now I’m a gingerbread man and I’m trying to prevent people like you from doing the same!”

“People like me?”

“Yes workoholics who would rather choose work over their families.”

“ listen I just want to get a raise that’s all it’s not wrong to work hard for the people you love!”

@ sure it’s not wrong for you to work hard for the people you love but it is wrong to ignore them day to day and especially on a holiday!”

“ I’m just going to finish my work and then I’ll head home I. A few hours.”

“It’s already late and you still want to work l...I’m obviously not getting through to you. I used to be like you a working man who always thought about the money or the next raise and my family suffered. It only took till me dying in an accident to understand how wrong I was! Don’t suffer the same fate!”

“ Im really sorry that that happened to you but promise in a few hours I will go home I just really want that raise.”

“*sigh* I guess if you want it that bad. I would just be careful with these desk jobs. I hear they’re notorious for causeing people to pack on the pounds!” George said with a small smirk.

Just then Kyle felt a small rumble in his belly.he looked down to see his belly slight visible under his shirt which was impossible! He was a skinny guy with a nice bit of muscles, there was no way he had a belly! He thought it was bloating until he saw it expand before his eyes pressing tighter into his button up.”what the fuck?” He pressed his fingers into his belly but what he felt shocked him! Instead of a stiff hard belly it was soft and dough like. “What the hell is going on?!” He looked angrily at George

“Just giving you your just desserts! Let me show you the toll years in the office sitting on your ass will do to you in just one night!”

“How are you doing this!”

“That cookie you ate had magic in it... just in case I had to be more persuasive...”

“Ah please make it stop!” He said as his stomach continued to expand further tightening his shirt.”

“Go home to your family”

“I can’t I have to work!”

“Then you can enjoy your new size while you work!”

“Gah no! P-lease”

His belly was now the size of a basketball, his shirt revealing strips of flesh between his buttons. He sat there in his office chair holding the sides of his belly watching and feeling it expand under his fingers! “Oh fuck” he said feeling aroused and terrified at the same time. His pecs were not starting to swell with his belly now causing the top buttons of his dress shirt to tighten. Around his growing form. He started to feel pain around his waist as his love handles grew thicker,further tightening his pants . PING! He watched as his pants button flew off of him sending his belly surging forward. The button flew across the room smacking George clean i. The face knocking him of the desk! “Ah damn that smarted” he said rubbing his head. For the minute that distracted George making Kyle stop expanding for the moment. He looked around at his body. He could tell by the way his arms pressed into his shirt that they lost all definition his thighs were also seemingly bigger making his pants more skinny jean like. He could also feel his ass had grown taking up a bit more of the chair. George hopped back up on the desk. “Now where were we? Oh yes I was making you a dough boy!” He grinned and the Kyle resumed expanding! “ please stop everything is so tight ah!” There is only one way I’ll stop and that’s to go home!”

“I need the promotion”

“Hm wow your persistent. We’ll go on with work then don’t mind me!”

Kyle was still growing! He felt a POP! And then another POP! One buy one the buttons around his belly pinged off and shot across the room. His belly wobbled forward flopping into his lap. His sleeves and pant legs were now so tight they were tearing at the seams. RIIIIIIPPP.!!!! “Oh my it seems your fat ass got to big for your britches!” George said mockingly! “You are gonna pay for this!” Kyle said in anger!” “Oh I highly doubt it but I know you definitely are!” Kyle looked in a mirror on his wall in the office. He couldn’t recognize himself. His face was no longer angular but now was filled with fat blending into his neck. His belly was big and round and covered most of his lap now! He looked 350 lbs a pure lard! “Oh fuck” he said shocked at his size. With another big surge of his body his shirt and pants completely burst of sending his body into a fit of quivering.

“PLEASE make it stop I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?”

“Yes please I don’t want to be so huge” as he said this the chair broke from under him causing him to fall to the floor his whole body shaking as he fell.

“ ok I will not only stop this but also make you thinner if you agree to leave work and spend the entire holidays with our family from now on!”

“Fine whatever you want! I get it I love them and I promise I will just please make this stop!

“Ok it’s a deal!... but before I stop this and change you back.... I want to see you fill up this office.”

“Oh gosh please no. I want to be thin again!”

“I promise after I will but come on let’s have some fun!”

“ uh...fine but only if you change me back once you’re done!”

“Perfect!” He said with a grin.

With that Kyle grew and grew! He laid flat on the floor as his body thickened and his belly continued to rise. He was bearing 400 lbs and his underwear was feeling every inch of it! He just got fatter and fatter. He didn’t want to admit it to George but now he was secretly enjoying it. He continued to grow and grow his whole backside was now causing him to round out with fat. He filled out more and more of the room. Every bit a growth causing hi. To quiver! He rounded out more now so fat that his appendages were being sucks so to his bulbous frame. By the time he stopped his whole body took up half the room and looked like a marshmallow. He laid there imobile. Just then he felt his whole body ripple as George jumped all around his belly like a giant trampoline!

“Wow you are so huge and squishy!”

“Haha I guess I am!”

“Hmmm part of me wants to keep you this big forever!”

“Oh god please no!”

“Don’t worry I won’t! You wouldn’t really be able to be a dad if you were this size!” So I’ll shrink you down!”

With that jack started to decrease in size all his blubber melting away. Jack stood up now completely naked!

“Hey I thought you were going to make me the size I was before? Well I was but u think you look good with a bit of chub!

He looked in the mirror and observed himself! He looked well built and had a nice structure of muscle but was covered in a nice thick layer of fat and he had a nice round belly.

“Haha thanks man I guess I do look good this way!.... do you think you could get me some clothes?”

“ OH YEAH SURE!”

A red button up and green kahkis appeared before him and he through them on ready for his travels home to his family!

“Thank you again for making me realize that I had been wrong.”

“It’s what I do now go get your family! Also I want to give you a gift!”

He handed a small red box to Kyle. He opened it to reveal a pair of red and green underwear!

“I know you secretly enjoyed getting fatter so whenever you put these on you will have the powers to control your weight to any size you want!”

“Wow thanks! I’ll admit I kinda did!”

He gave George a high five and left to go to his wife and kids. George’s work was done so he transformed into his normal self and headed to see his family. Meanwhile As Kyle drove home he was wondering how he was going to explain his new size to his wife. And he also couldn’t wait to try out his new gift

[thiswasinevitableid]

9 danbrey? (nsfw or sfw!)

9 was “Meditation.” I went SFW, hope you like it! Dani’s coloration is inspired by a Green and Gold Cory

Dani likes watching the humans, especially the ones her age, from a tangle of kelp near the shore. Human children are always running up and down the seashore, shrieking and splashing. She’s asked if she can play with them, but her parents keep reminding her that humans don’t generally react calmly to merfolk. 

This child, however, is just sitting there, legs crossed and eyes shut, hands on her knees (Dani’s pretty sure that’s what they’re called). Her hair is dark, springing about in the wind, and Dani swims closer. The girl doesn’t react, even when Dani is as far as she can go in the water. Cautiously, she wiggles up on onto the beach, tail still firmly in the surf.

“Hi.” She says with a smile. The girl doesn’t open her eyes. 

Dani tries again, thinking she didn’t hear her, “Hi.”

The girl furrows her brow and purses her lips. A little annoyed at her rudeness, Dani splashes her with her tail.

“HEY!” The girl wipes water from her eyes, glaring. Then she notices the tail. “WOW, are you are you mermaid?”

“Yes.” Dani nods proudly. 

“Woooow” the girl crawls forward to get a better look at her tail. 

“How come you were just sitting here?”

“I’m meditating. My teacher says it’s good for me to practice focusing and letting the things I think come into my head and then go.”

“Why?”

“I have problems paying attention to things sometimes.”

“Ohhh” Dani nods, trying to show she understands this could be a problem but isn’t sure why. When the other girl doesn’t say more, she adds, “do you want to see a hermit crab?

“Yeah!”

Dani shows her hermit crabs and small fish until a voice calls, “Aubrey, time for dinner firebug!”

“Oops, that’s my mom. Gotta go, see you later!” 

As she runs up the beach, Dani calls, “Bye Aubrey!” before slipping back into the waves.

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To Dani’s excitement, Aubrey’s family has just bought a house up on a hill by the beach, near the cove where Dani likes to swim. Which means the other girl comes down to see her almost every day. They tell stories about their families, Aubrey explaining what human school is like and Dani telling her what school is like under the sea. 

Dani weaves her necklaces out of kelp and Aubrey brings her crowns made of small flowers she calls dandelions. Dani keeps them in a small stone box until all the petals float away. 

The only thing Aubrey won’t do is swim with her, saying her mom and dad have forbidden her from going into the water without an adult. No matter how much Dani demonstrates her strength as a swimmer, or offers to bring her older brother to watch them, Aubrey stays on shore.

Today, a year and a half since they first met, Aubrey is sitting glumly beside the sea when Dani surfaces on the beach.

“What’s wrong?”

“Today’s Valentines Day. Um, a day when you celebrate love. My mom says it’s just a day to sell cards and candy. But, well, it’s also a day when you tell people you like them. In fifth grade, you just gave everyone in class a valentine. A card where you, like, tell them you like them or just say hi.” she draws a heart shape in the sand, “But this year you just give them to people you like-like. I gave them to John and Lilly. I didn’t get any though.” She draws a frowny face into the surf, then drags a piece of driftwood through it, muttering, “Emily Ross got stuff from four different people.”

Dani is both upset on her friend’s behalf and completely baffled. How could there be anyone at the school more deserving of gifts and attention than Aubrey? Aubrey is funny and lively and is learning how to do magic tricks, and her nose crinkles in a really cute way when she laughs, and she’s just the best person Dani can imagine.

“Wait here.” Dani splashes back into the waves, swimming to one of the spots she knows holds oysters. 

A few minutes later she reappears, triumphant.

“Here. Oh wait.” She drags her finger through the sand to make a heart, then places her gift in it.

“Holy cow is that a pearl?” 

“Uh huh. I asked the oysters politely if any of them had one.”

“But that’s, like, a really fancy thing! It’s a gem.”

Dani shakes water from her blonde hair, “So? You deserve it.”

Aubrey gives her a funny look, then scoots forward. Her lips are chilly when they press against Dani’s cheek, but her chest heats up all the same.

“There,” Aubrey says softly, “now it’s really a valentine gift, cause I kissed you  for giving it.”

“Okay.” Dani blushes at the silly response, but before she can say anything else a familiar voice calls and Aubrey heads up the hill towards home.

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“Gah, it’s so pretty!” Dani spins, admiring her new golden stripes in her tail. She’s gotten it during her sixteenth summer, just as her brother did. Said brother is watching her proudly. 

“Gonna swim up and show your girlfriend.”

“Shut up, Barclay.” She thwacks his arm with her tail, “she’s not my girlfriend.”

“Uh huh, sure, you only see her everyday and bring her presents and talk about her constantly.”

“Do I need to bring up your writer friend? And the hickey you gave him?”

“I told you, an octopus did that!”

“No, it didn’t.”

“...Yeah, it didn’t.” He grabs her hand, spinning her as she laughs, “just be careful, okay sis? Loving humans is a tricky thing, and I’d hate to see you heartbroken.”

His warning echoes in her mind as she grabs the green swimsuit top she uses for surface visits (merfolk don’t wear clothes, but about three years ago she’d surfaced and Aubrey had turned pink, eyes firmly shut as she stuttered that maybe Dani might want to maybe possibly wear something on her chest. She found a bikini top that had floated free of it’s owner a few days later).

When she surfaces, Aubrey is nowhere in sight. Instead, in the waterproof notebook they keep stashed in a rock crevice, she's written, “busy tonight, will be here tomorrow for sure.”

Oh, right, she said tonight is something called prom, and that an older student had asked her to go. Of course, she should choose to court her own kind, just as Dani could choose the same. She just doesn’t want to.

She puts on a brave face during dinner, brushes off Barclay’s worried questions at moonrise. A late night swim should ease her mind. 

Or cause her to bump her head on a familiar paddle board. One a certain human bought so she and Dani could chat out in open water.

“Aubrey?”

“Mmm? Oh, hey.” Aubrey opens her eyes and uncrosses her legs, “thought you might still be up.”

“Were you...meditating? You haven’t done that in years.”

“I still do it sometimes. Like, if I’m trying to focus or calm myself down for something big.” 

“Is prom something big?”

Aubrey snorts a little laugh, “no. In fact, I told my date I wasn’t going to go.”

“Why?” Dani rests her arms on the edge of the board.

“I think he’s actually super into me. But, like, I’m not really that into him and I don’t wanna get his hopes up. Not when I like someone else.”

Dani’s tail twitches nervously, “Someone else?”

Aubrey cups her face, leans forward hurriedly and kisses her so hard she gasps, throwing her arms around Aubrey’s neck. Emboldened, Aubrey deepens the kiss, tangling her fingers into her hair. 

Then, with a shriek and splash, she leans too far and falls off the board, only to surface in Dani’s embrace.

“Really?” Dani whispers, still not sure it’s all real.

‘“Uh huh. I’m so, like, into you, Dani. I have been for awhile I was just...look there’s not a guidebook for how to confess your deepest feelings to a mermaid okay?”

“I forgive you.” Dani kisses her nose, teases the back of her legs with her tail, “You know, it’s a wonderful night for a swim. Care to stay awhile, cutie?”

Aubrey kisses her slow and happy, wrapping her legs around her waist, “That sounds perfect. Honey.”

[gaamagirl565]

Matters of the heart S2 Ep13

Matters of the heart Season 2 Episode 13 Lost Dreams

{OPENING CREDITS}

{Open to Isaiah opening his small pouch and counting out the coins; Benny walks by with a cloth bag} Isaiah: Find anything good? Benny: not really... a couple of moldy pieces of bread,  an old turkey wing that looks like it was already eaten,  and some old fruit. ‘Saiah, if we eat in any of this we’re gonna get real sick. {Isaiah doesn’t listen and keeps counting with a conflicted face} Benny: ‘Saiah?...Isaiah? {He still doesn’t listen and she leaps on him} Benny: ‘SAIAH! Isaiah: AH! WHAT!? Benny:  what’cha doing? Isaiah:  I'm counting out how much funds I have... it's not enough… Benny:  Not enough for what? Isaiah:  enough for a map and food... I can't get both. Benny: then it looks like you're in a pickle. Food is necessary and it's a long trip back to Corona on foot. Isaiah:  and I can't leave without a map.  I've no idea how to get back to Corona from the dark kingdom.

Benny: Well don't look at me I've never left the dark Kingdom. I was practically born here. Isaiah: Benny you were born here.  I can't really afford to make this choice. a map or food. both are necessary. Benny:  there's always another option. Isaiah: and what would that be? if I get a map I'll barely have enough money for food, and if I get food I won't have enough money for a map.  but please tell me your grand scheme. Benny: don't buy food. Isaiah:... and here I was thinking you were some sort of survival genius Benny:  watch it stinky! you didn't let me finish! don't buy the food... hunt for it! Isaiah: Hunt for food? I've never really killed anything before. Benny: well boo hoo!  where do you think the leg of mutton that you eat for supper comes from?  it's either that or starve on your trip your choice! {Isaiah looks back at his coins and sighs; Cut to Varian looking over the map of Corona with Eugene and Lance} Eugene: From what we've been able to gather from him The cult has multiple hideouts. they never stay in one place very long. Varian has told us this before but now we have it confirmed by an actual member. or rather a former member. Varian:  I was able to find out some of the previous hideouts from him and under your order I've already sent some Scouts to the areas.  perhaps we'll be able to find some members still lurking there. Lance:  if that's true that means that this group is bigger than we ever thought. Varian:  it's because they target those low in spirit.  basically people who have been screwed over in life, people easy to manipulate. Eugene: like trying to train an animal to be violent. you can do the beating yourself or let Society do it for you. {a knock sounds through the room; Rapunzel walks in} Eugene: Sunshine! Rapunzel: I think I have an idea. Eugene: well do tell cause this is just getting depressing honestly. Rapunzel:   from what Noremoth has told us the cult targets the weak, gives them false promises of Glory, and a better Society.  we also know that Noremoth was one of the first to join. Varian: and? Rapunzel:  he told you about his past.  he was a child on the street.  an orphan misanthrope.   he may have been given a high rank within the cult but I think he's just another Pawn. and given the fact that he was one of my subjects I feel just as responsible for what happened. Lance: how do we know he's not lying? Rapunzel:  the kingdom keeps a book of all subjects, homeless, and those passing through.  I decided to take a look back at the pages during my father's reign.  he's telling the truth. his name is written in the book. it looks like he came to Corona a little bit before I was found. Varian: I knew King Fredric was a control freak but… Rapunzel: the point is he was a member of Coronin Society. he was ignored and had to fight every day of his life.  he never really got to see the true beauty of Corona or life as a whole. Eugene:  so what are you suggesting? Rapunzel:  we show him some Corona spirit.  we show him what it means to be a true Society! to work together! Eugene:  we integrate him into our kingdom? Rapunzel:  exactly! we show him life doesn't have to be dark and depressing and a constant fight for survival. we teach him to trust again. Varian: I don't know if that'll work. Rapunzel:  we have to try. The most beaten of dogs can become the most loyal of hounds if given the chance and a little bit of kindness. {Varian sighs} Varian:  sorry but I have request. Rapunzel: Oh um...okay? Varian:  it takes place in Old Corona. that way I can keep an eye on him. I’ll alert you if I see any funny business. Lance: sounds fair to me.  this whole thing has been really hard on Akina. My girl lost a good friend and Varian lost a son.  as long as we can get answers from this guy I don't care what has to be done. Eugene:  then I guess it's agreed. I'll have Noremoth released within the hour. {Both rapunzel and Eugene walk out of the room; Lance looks at Varian who groans}

Varian: My wife is going to kill me. {cut to Isaiah being rung up by a cashier} Cashier: one map to Corona. that'll be twenty gold pieces. {isaiah hands it over} Cashier:  thank you...you seem a little young to be venturing out. Isaiah: you seem a little old to still be working cashier. Cashier:... touche...now get! {Isaiah walks out of the store and Benny runs over} Benny: Did ya get it? Isaiah: Yeah and it cost me twenty gold pieces. Benny: ouch...how much ya got left? Isaiah: Well that was all my gold pieces.  I have 10 silver and 4 copper. Benny:  that'll maybe get one loaf of bread and some jerky… Isaiah:  I had a sailor tell me the four days walk to Corona but I reason to believe that it's more than that.  mostly because he was sleeping on some crates and was probably not in his right mind. Benny:  oh yeah it's totally more than 4 days.  also he was using a boat so his sense of time is probably a little..meh… Isaiah: Great!...just great...so I got the map but now I do need to hunt for food. how am I supposed to do that without any wea- OOF! {Isaiah falls back after bumping into someone} Isaiah: HEY! WATCH WHERE YOUR-..... {He looks up at Hector} Isaiah: ...Okay...N-Nevermind. Hector:  don't I know you from somewhere? Isaiah:... I hope not… Hector:.... you're that kid that was passed out in the cave a few days ago.  I told Juniper you were a kid from town. {Hector pulls him up making Isaiah yelp} Isaiah:...gah...A-actually... I'm not from this town I'm not even from this Kingdom I'm trying to get back to Corona. Hector:  Corona? you're a long way from home. Isaiah:  yeah I just practically spend all my money on a map to go back there.  now I need to find a way to get provisions. Hector:  you don't need to pay for Provisions around here.  the forest has all you could possibly need. Isaiah: do you know how to hunt? Hector:  did you really just ask a man with the fur cloak on his back if he knows how to hunt? Isaiah:... that is a very fair point and that one is on me.  maybe I should be a little more clear do you know how to hunt when you don't have a weapon. Hector: Good lord kid, how are you not dead?   I'll say it again the forest has all you need. break off a stick from a tree and then sharpen it with a rock that should make a pretty good spear. And as for traps.. your little friend hiding By The Fruit stand over there should know all about those. Isaiah: hiding by the-!? {Isaiah turns around to see Benny hiding behind a cart of apples} Isaiah: BENNY! {Benny ducks} Isaiah: I can still see you! Hector:  she's always sabotaging traps in the forest trying to steal food.  she should be more than aware of how to build and work one. Isaiah: this is some really useful information I don't know how to thank you. Hector:  when you get back to Corona... if you could say hello to some people on my behalf it would be most appreciated. {Isaiah turns to leave} Isaiah:  yeah I'd be more than happy to just tell me who they are. Hector: my sister Adira and my nephew Varian. Isaiah: Adira and dad!? {Isaiah turns around but hector is already gone; Benny runs up to him} Benny:  well did you get an answer to your problem? Isaiah: yeah... but I also think I gained more questions… {Cut to Noremoth sitting next to Varian on the wagon; Cat and Keira sit in the back} Keira: Thanks for giving us a ride, V. Varian: really it's no issue. {Noremoth looks back at Catalina} Noremoth:...Cat? Catalina:  I have nothing to say to you. Noremoth:  please cat I just want- Keira:  she said she has nothing to say to you. back off! {Varian motions Noremoth to turn back around} Noremoth:   women will always continue to be a mystery to me. Varian: Noremoth... she's right there. {Catalina stares Angrily at him} Noremoth: nevermind. {She rolls her eyes; as they pull up to Old Corona a Villager runs up} Villager: Varian! Sir! Thank goodness! {Varian is immediately at attention and hopes down} Varian: What's going on? is everyone okay? Villager:  it's Nathaniel!  we're all worried about him.  he went into the South Orchard some time ago and hasn't come out.  we sent someone to go check on him and they came right back saying he was just striking a tree with a dagger. Varian:  ugh...alright I'll go talk to him.  Keira can you put the horse back? Keira:  yeah no problem. {Varian walks off; Noremoth grins at Catalina and hmphs and turns away; cut to  Nathaniel driving a dagger into an apple tree that is already covered with many holes} Varian: I think you about got that tree, Nathaniel… Nathaniel: AH!  Mr.V-Varian!...I was just..I...um..it’s not what it looks like. Varian: well it looks like you're stabbing a tree I don't know how else I'm supposed to take that. {Varian holds out his hand and motions for him to hand over the dagger;  Nathaniel hands it over} Varian:  now tell me what this is about.  recently you haven't been the one to be causing trouble. Nathaniel: I just...umm… {Varian sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose} Varian:  Nathaniel you have to tell me what's going o.n this isn't like you. hasn't been like you for a long time. {Nathaniel’s shoulders heave and Varian jumps slightly but his face softens} Nathaniel: I-I’m sorry… Varian: you don't have to apologize Nathaniel I just want to know what's going on.  you stabbed a tree it's not like you stabbed person. Nathaniel:  me and Isaiah came up with this... it's a way to relieve anger...started off with a flour sack in a pumpkin head.  B-but Isaiah started to do it to trees. {Varian bites his lip at the mention of Isaiah} Varian:...Okay... so you developed a healthy way to get rid of your anger.  so tell me... what are you angry about? Nathaniel: I..I’m.. Varian:...C’mon buddy... I'm not mad at you I want to make that clear. Just tell me what you're mad about. Nathaniel: I’M MAD AT EVERYTHING! {Varian jumps at his shout} Nathaniel:  I'm mad at everything!  I was an idiot!  I made fun of Isaiah and then he went blind and I got these burns on my arms!  my dad betrayed The Village and killed Quirin as a result!  A-and with Dad gone I have to put bread on the table by going out to the field every morning! Varian:....Buddy...thats- Nathaniel: and now my best friend is dead!  he was murdered! And there's nothing I can do about it!  I feel so useless and stupid, and...and tired. I just want everything to go back to the way it was. I want my dad back... I want Isaiah back. I want everything to go back! {Varian walks over, bends down and pulls Nathaniel into a hug; Nathaniel looks shocked at first but eventually hugs back and sobs out loud into his shoulder} Varian:....it...it’s okay...it’s gonna be okay… {Nathaniel continues to cry and unbeknownst to Varian he is crying to; Fade out to Isaiah walking into the forest with Benny} Isaiah: Okay... look for a stick and sharpen it with a rock... seems simple enough.  and you little missy since you like to steal from people's traps you get to make some. {He hands over the bag of supplies} Benny:  Or ya know we could just steal what’s out here. {Isaiah glares at her} Benny: Fiiinnnee!  No Stealing I get it…. {She walks off to set up the traps and Isaiah jumps up and pulls a branch off a tree; He grabs a rock and strikes it a few times} Isaiah: Okay this is going to be a lot harder than I thought… {He hears barking and growling; Benny screams} Isaiah: BENNY! {He grabs his stick and runs in her direction} Isaiah: BENNY! WHERE ARE YOU!? Benny: Over here! {He runs towards her hiding behind a tree} Isaiah: Benny! Are you hurt? Benny: No...but look! { Isaiah turns and sees a thin canine of some sort  with its leg caught in a trap} Isaiah: that was fast... did you-? Benny:  no! That trap was already set up by a hunter! a professional Hunter! {The wolf lunges but yelps with its leg still caught} Isaiah: H-hang on...hold this… {Isaiah slowly walks over  towards it} Benny: What are you doing!? {Isaiah shrugs and slowly inches closer; the wolf growls} Isaiah: Steady... Steady girl... it's okay.. {The wolf bites at him and he dodges} Isaiah:...Verbena... give me your apron. Benny: What!? Isaiah:  just give me your apron!  I have to trigger the release mechanism on the trap! Benny:... we're all going to die… {She unties it and hands it over; Isaiah takes it and moves to the side} Isaiah: Easy…. {he cautiously places the apron on the wolfs head and pets her side} Isaiah:  good girl… {Isaiah reaches down and springs the trap; once the wolf feels that the Trap has been released it immediately moves its foot.  the wolf shakes the apron off of its face and stares at Isaiah} Benny: ‘Saiah! Isaiah: Steady...easy girl… { the wolf inches closer and sniffs Isaiah’s face;  Isaiah clenches his fists and try to remain absolutely still; after a few moments the wolf begins licking his face} Isaiah: Ah! Haha! Good girl! What a good girl! Benny: Huh!? Isaiah:  see you're not a big bad wolf you're just a little puppy dog. Benny:  we have very different ideas on what is a little puppy dog. {The wolf flops over for belly rubs} Isaiah:  I've read about this breed of wolf it's native to the dark kingdom.  a very lean and thin body perfect for running through the trees.  a Sleek coat... perfect for blending in. looks like a dog but is actually a wolf. Benny: You're crazy… Isaiah:  we could use a nice Guard Dog in Old Corona. Benny:  you know what we can also use? some food! stop playing with your puppy and lets actually get some hunting done. Isaiah:  all right all right!  Benny's quite the Grumpy One!  but you'll learn to like her. you need a name. hmm... I know! Gaia! Like the forest! {The wolf groans as he scratches her chin} Isaiah: Oh good girl… {Cut to old Corona; Zapada stares at Noremoth} Noremoth:...Can... can I help you? Varian your wife is staring at me. Varian:  she tends to do that at people she doesn't like careful she also bites. Zapada:...grr… Noremoth: what the... anyway... thank you for taking me in. I know you didn't have to. Varian: you're right I didn't have to especially after everything you've done.  let's make one thing clear I still don't like you and I don't have to like you. the only reason that you're here in my house is so I can keep an eye on you. the queen believes that you have the chance of being rehabilitated.  and considering what happened with me...I want to believe her. Noremoth: what? Varian:.... I want to believe there's good in everyone.  you've had it rough I'm not going to lie.  you've been used and abused in many different ways.  I just need one thing to be made clear.  you may not like what I have to say. Noremoth: honestly what could possibly be worse and what I've already went through? Varian:  I want to know...are you clear on the fact that the cult has betrayed you? I need to know this because we're giving you a straight shot here.  I need to know if you'll take it. Noremoth:.. yes... I do know that.   Varian: Good the-!? {Screaming is heard outside} Varian:  never a dull moment! {Noremoth watches Varian grab his alchemy belt and sword and run out the door; He looks at Zapadawith concern and follows him; once he’s outside he sees Varian toss a goo bomb at a bandit} Varian: oh petty thieves back for round 2. Bandit 1:  do you ever take a vacation? Varian:  no not really... {Varian dodges an attack and clashes swords with one of the bandits; Noremoth watches from the road; Varian swipes the feet out from one bandit but is cut on the cheek but another} Varian: Augh! Zapada: Varian! {Varian is hit with the hilt of a sword and hits the ground harshly; Noremoth looks around for a weapon; one of the bandits prepares to bring his sword down on Varian; Varian looks up in shocked horror} Bandit 2: RAGH! {Just as he brings it down Noremoth jumps in with a wooden leg from a table and blocks it; Varian’s eyes widen; Noremoth pushes against the man, his body trembling; eventually he overpowers him and shoves him before smacking the man in the head with the wooden table leg} Bandit 2: AUGH! MY EYE! {one of the other bandits runs over and grabs him} Bandit 1: Fall back! Run! {They jump on their horses and ride away; the crowd of villagers cheer; Noremoth drops the wooden table leg and helps Varian up by the arm} Noremoth: You alright?  they did quite a number on you there, you might need some stitches in that cheek..seriously those guys weren't even Petty thieves they were just bullies. Bleh… {Varian rubs his cheek and Zapada runs over and hugs him} Zapada: Iubirea mea! Thank the heavens...O, Doamne! Your face! Varian: I’m okay Zapada...just tired. Zapada: I go fetch the first aid kit! {She runs off} Varian: ...You... you saved my life. Noremoth:  I couldn't just stand there and let them decapitate you.  despite popular belief Varian I'm not heartless. Varian:...I...I um...thanks...thank you Noremoth. Noremoth: yeah. Don’t mention it. {Cut to Isaiah walking into town with Benny holding a rabbit by the feet and himself holding a bag of three fish; Gaia walks behind them} Benny: I can't believe you're actually keeping that thing. Isaiah:  if the dog follows how can you turn it away? Benny:  by saying no, go away, or shoo! Also, that’s not a dog. Isaiah: ... well we have a rabbit three fish and two loaves of bread.  plus at least we know how to hunt now. we should be able to get back to Corona. Benny:  I'm sorry… “we”? Isaiah:  yeah! umm... I was going to ask you... I don't really feel comfortable leaving you behind it in the town where you’re scraping by for food every day. {something catches benny’s eye and she walks away from him} Isaiah:  you know Coronas a nice place. big Kingdom, lots of people…  I'm sure somebody there would be willing to-...Benny? {he looks over and sees her staring in a shop window; curiously he walks over and looks; in the window on a display is a silver pendant necklace with a blue gem in the middle} Isaiah: …. you like that? Benny:.. yeah.. I kept my eye on it every day. it was my mama's. Isaiah: what? Benny:  after the fire people started looting around my house.  pulling whatever they could from the wreckage. that was my mama's necklace. My papa gave it to her when I was little. Isaiah: and you just come here every day to stare at it? Benny:  until the store owner chases me off with his broom… Isaiah:... you got to be kidding me. Benny: huh? {Isaiah walks into the store} Benny: ‘Saiah! Isaiah:  excuse me? Shop keeper:  how many help you? Isaiah: I was wondering about that pendant in the display window. Shop keeper:  that piece of junk?  I only put it out there because it looks nice and catches the eye, in reality, it's pretty worthless. Isaiah: Is that so? Shop keeper:  quite.  the pendant itself may be made out of silver but the gemstone is so comedy.  a typical blue sapphire. Not as rare as beautiful as the other gemstones in my shop.  if you want to go give you a nice deal on a pretty emerald necklace for a lady friend. Isaiah:  what do you want for the pendant?  I have 10 silver pieces and 4 copper pieces.  I'll give you all I have for it. Shop keeper:  hmm...10 silver and 4 copper. Isaiah:  you could always smelt down the 10 silver pieces and make a new necklace. I'm sure you have plenty of gems in here to make a far more illustrious necklace.  you said yourself it's pretty worthless. Shop keeper: I did. That I did...fine. Deal. {Isaiah throws his money pouch on the counter; The shop keeper goes over and takes the pendent and hands it to him} Isaiah: Pleasure doing business with you. {He walks out of the shop and over to benny} Isaiah:  here turn around. {She does so and he places the necklace on her} Benny: ... Mama's.. necklace…Thank you! {She tackles him in a hug: he hugs back} Benny: Thank you so much ‘Saiah! Isaiah:  trust me.. I get it. and I was wanting to ask you something. Benny: huh? Isaiah:  I don't feel right about leaving you behind.  I know the dark kingdom is your home and it's where you were born but you have to think about this.  you're only seven and you're living on the streets eating scraps from garbage cans.  you talk like you're a grown adult because you’ve been surviving like one.  I want the chance to show you how to be a kid. Verbena... will you come back to Corona with me? Benny: what? Isaiah:  there's plenty of warm homes and a lot of kind villagers!  especially my Village! we're always welcoming of newcomers! I'm sure you'd be able to find a great home there and you wouldn't have to eat loves of moldy bread ever again! I swear it!  will you come home with me? {She nods} Benny: mmhmm! Yeah!  of course, I'll go! {Gaia runsover and licks them both; Isaiah laughs} Benny: EWWW! Dog germs! {END CREDITS}