#he sikes his hair up to make himself look taller

[chaotic-cassowary]

FIYAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Kai is short and i will die on this hill.

Hes willing to beat up anyone who calls him short.

This man would be a big brother to evey person he meets, sees a child alone? Hes now their big brother, their older than him? He doesn't care hes know your big brother.

Still mad about kais hair in his new design its so bad but so was his old hair.

His hair would crunch if you touched it due to so much hair gel. Crunchy hair

Who else should i draw?

[goldenfreddys]

september ‘04, cont.— ndn summer, babe!

A batch of frybread didn't take much: just flour, oil, water and a little bit of baking powder. Simple, easy, difficult to mess up. Most vitally, Nadia liked it. She liked it when she was sad, when she was sick, and even when she seemed to have lost her appetite completely.

Jeremy had one of his mixtapes playing quietly from an old stereo on the counter as he cooked. The dough had been largely trial and error, given measuring spoons weren't exactly on the top of the priority list when it came to getting stuff for their apartment, but it looked good nonetheless.

He flinched hard as a sudden knock came on the door. The puck of dough he was holding hit the oil with a tad too much force, sending small, hot droplets onto his hands.

Jeremy swore quietly and rushed to run some cold tap water over his skin. Another string of knocks.

“Can y'all hold your horses for a minute?!”

He heard a muffled apology from outside. After a couple seconds, he turned off the tap and dried his hands. He twisted the knob on the stove to low heat then headed over to open the door.

Two people stood outside.

“Hey, cousin!” The girl with straight brown hair and long, beaded tassel earrings greeted him.

Jeremy started quickly adding up her features in his head.

“... Chantelle?”

“And Tate. We brought food.” Her older brother added, holding out a foil covered dish.

Both of them were taller than Jeremy remembered, though that was unsurprising given how long ago he last saw them in person. He vaguely remembered spending a summer—maybe sophomore year—with his uncle and cousins, helping them work the trapline. The mosquitos were thick as a veil that year.

Jeremy let them in, then went back to the stove to finish cooking the frybread, nodding along as Chantelle chattered.

“So where are you workin’ now, Remy?”

“Stuck doing graveyard shifts as a security guard.” he said, far more focused on trying to flip the frybread with a fork against the side of the pan without splashing more oil on himself.

“She asked where.” Tate interjected flatly.

The dough sizzled. He managed to get the bottom side perfectly fried, which was a rare feat to accomplish on the first piece— usually, you had to poke around a bit with the stove temperature and cooking time as you went.

“Sorry, uh... One sec.”

Jeremy grabbed a paper plate from the cupboard and put it down by the stove before continuing hesitantly, “... The new pizza place.”

“Freddy’s? Say sike,” Chantelle groaned.

“I told you not to go promising auntie we’d look out for his dumb ass. Doomed from the start.”

“My bad. I assumed most people wouldn't wanna work at the murder arcade.”

Though Chantelle was flippant about it, the way she spoke had a weight to it that surpassed the mere superstition that had surrounded the pizzeria for years. He felt like he might have missed a community notice from the municipality reminding him that the animatronics at the local Freddy’s Pizza, for reasons unknown, become lethally aggressive at night.

Jeremy sighed, “It- uh, gets worse. I’m only making 6.75 an hour, too.”

“My friend’s brother worked there for a while. They haven’t seen him in weeks, but someone found his car in the lake a few days ago.” Chantelle stated, “Not like the cops are gonna do anything, though. They’re fuckin’ allergic to the place.”

“I know. It’s temporary.”

“That’s what everyone says! Then they get killed or get real fucked up, like that Afton guy.”

“Said I know.” Jeremy repeated, though it came out much harsher than he wanted, “... Sorry. I-I just gotta make rent until I hear back from somewhere else, okay?”

He piled hot frybread onto the paper plate and set it down on the beat-up dinner table Nadia had snagged off the side of the road. The room was in desperate need of a subject change.

“You gonna tell me what you brought?”

“Rabbit roast. Dad cut off the head so you wouldn't act like a baby about it.” Tate nudged him teasingly.

“Tell him I said thanks.”

Jeremy felt deep in his gut that this was going to be a phenomenal mistake; though, in his head, he felt a fresh wave of nauseating pain shooting through his temples.

Eventually, his cousins went on their way. Jeremy switched the stereo off, then sighed.

Though he’d spent the duration of their visit waiting for them to leave, a feeling of dread began to pool in his chest. Dimly, thick-fingered beams of light reached through the partially drawn blinds above the sink.

He forced himself to step away from the counter. The pills Dr. Miller gave him were still in his bag, which was on a chair by the door. He took a deep breath, held it for a moment, then exhaled. The bottle was orange with a child resistant cap—fairly standard affair—though entirely unlabelled. No instructions on dosage, nor how and when to take them. Hesitantly, he opened the bottle and took one of the round tablets out. Light purple, round, no imprint number, scored on one side.

The taste of coppery tap water lingered in his mouth with something oddly sweet after he swallowed the tablet.

[angrelysimpping]

SIKE, ITS LUNCH TIME AND NOW IM SUBJECTING ALL OF YOU TO THE SOFT PISS FIC

I’m, like, only a little sorry for how much more Danny and Joaquim I want to post

M!OC x friend’s M!OC uwu

Warnings: soft piss drinking, lol

Joaquim belongs to 💜@inkyquince 💜

Words: 672

Honestly, Danny didn’t expect to make it into the shower without Joaquim noticing him. He thought the moment he eased open the shower door, he’d have the redhead laughing and asking if he’d already gotten lonely by himself.

But, he doesn’t.

Joaquim is softly humming, a sound that makes the corners of Danny’s lips turn up on their own accord.

It doesn’t take long for Danny to undress, shimming out of his jeans and underwear and letting his jacket fall from his shoulders. Even sliding back the curtain doesn’t alert Joaquim to his presence.

For a moment, Danny hesitates. It’s…nice, seeing Joaquim like this. More than nice, really. Tan skin glistening with warm water and back muscles flexing was more than enough for saliva to pool under Danny’s tongue already. Then, there are the scars. Scars he wants to reach out and touch, to kiss, to worship.

As if entranced, Danny’s hand comes up, fingers tracing a scar running over his lover’s shoulder blade.

Joaquim shouts, whirling in the small space of the shower and grabbing at Danny, pushing the taller man back against the wall.

“FUCK, Dankovsky,” he says, grip loosening as Danny’s laughter fills him in on who joined him in the shower. “Near made me piss myself.”

Danny’s stomach flips, a crooked grin spreading across his face. “Shame you didn’t.”

There’s a beat of silence, the only sound that of the running shower before he breaks out into a sharp grin. “You absolute pervert.” Joaquim lets him go, taking a half step back. “Get on your knees if you need a drink that badly.”

Danny doesn’t need to be told twice, dropping to his knees. There’s a fine, giddy tremor in his hands as he reaches out, gripping Joaquim’s hips and pulling him forward. Opening his mouth, Danny sticks his tongue out, pressing it against the other man’s soft cock, letting his warm breath wash over him.

Rich laughter joins steam in filling the small bathroom, Danny’s pupils dilating as a heavy hand rests on top of his head. “Egar boy, huh?”

“Uh huh,” Danny agrees, keeping his tongue pressed against Joaquim’s shaft, eyes sliding shut as Joa starts to toy with his hair.

“Well, since you’re such a thirsty boy.” Joaquim shifts back enough to maneuver his cock into Danny’s mouth. Idly, he rocks back and forth, rubbing his thick tip against Danny’s tongue stud before finally settling.

With his cock resting on Danny’s tongue, he lets go. Warm piss hits the back of Danny’s throat and, as natural as breathing, he swallows it down. His eyes flutter back open, stomach doing summersaults as he sees the wide smile on his lover’s face.

Danny can’t look away from his face. The sharp smile, the wet red hair, the water streaking across his cheeks. It was captivating, all of it. All of him. Dimly, Danny’s aware of how his body is responding, dick slowly hardening between his thighs. Yet, he keeps his hands on Joaquim’s hips, rubbing small circles into the skin with his thumbs as his eyes remain locked on Joaquim’s face, on his smile.

The stream of piss lessens, pittering out until Joaquim is pulling back, tapping the tip of his dick against Danny’s bottom lip to shake off the last few drops. The moment he’s satisfied, he pulls back, reaching to help Danny up.

"Always such a good boy for me, aren't you sweetness?"

Danny can’t keep from grinning as he stands. He knows to anyone else this would be strange, this ‘cat that caught the canary’ level of smugness he feels at having just drank his partner’s piss. It’s not like he can help it, though, not when Joaquim looks so damn proud about the whole situation. And he did that, Danny, he made Joaquim proud.

The moment Danny is standing again, Joaquim presses him into a kiss, the soft clink of their tongue studs meeting as their tongues swirl around each other lost between their heavy breathing and the continuous rain of the shower.

[queenz-z]

Masterlist

imma reveal one of my big sis mari plots

.. here it goes

okay so basically it’s with the end of hawkmoth battle

damian likes to go in the batcave and watch ladybug fights — it’s on live

he’s watching it and basically ladybug gets thrown into a building

though as she gets up her eyes turn green, so she quickly covers her eyes (ppl probably think the girl is crying) when she removes her eyes they’re back to being blue (eye contacts??? hmm 😟😏🤷🏾‍♀️)

so she’s now having an adrenaline rush and starts to literally punch hawkmoth and it’s revealed to be..

.. gabriel agreste

so ladybug being done with this she’s screams

“SAY SIKE RN SAY SIKE RN I KNEW IT” and she’s just like undermining herself, and like all that bc she thought it was gabriel a while ago bc of him owning the grimoire.

and she’s even worried of chat bc in this they had an accidental identity reveal

she screams “LUCKY CHARM” and gets a baseball bat (yes i thought of this genius i know.. if i wanted to be extra i would’ve said crowbar)

she immediately gets it snatched from her hand by chat and he’s beating gabriel with a baseball bat (crazy huh)

and then ladybug holds him back and is like “chat give me the baseball bat” he grudgingly gives it to her and she’s like SIKE I LIED YO PANCAKES IS DRY RESPECTFULLY (she didn’t say that i just wanted to say sike but like i was in the tiktok moment)

she snatched it and hits hawky with the baseball bat until he falls out of consciousness, and chat himself had to stop her

after that she gets Kaalki from her bug phone and uses her phone to get on a call

“yes.. i’ll be opening a portal for you. bye mother.” (😏)

and then the portal opened and ***** walks out in all glory..

~~~~~~

from across the screen Damian yells “MOTHER?”

~~~~~~

okay so talia comes out hugs her daughter and sends her guards to collect gabriel

yup he’s going to the league and he can’t escape sorry not sorry

and in this story mayura/nathalie spends 3 years in prison only bc she quit her job after she realizes gabriel had no intention of loving her, so she gave her miraculous to ladybug and helped her defeat hawky

~~~~~~

now after that all the reporters are in their faces

“ladybug who was that lady?”

“is she your mother?”

“is hawkmoth defeated?”

“what now happens to adrien agreste?”

then chat noir would be like no questions until

then ladybug would pass out (yes the dramatics) and chat noir would carry her.. 😏 bridal style to the dupain-cheng house

~~~~

now the dupain-chengs knew there was something up with her daughter

coming to school late, random excuses, rarely helping in the bakery

they were gonna talk to her about it until one night they hear

“TIKKI! SPOTS ON!” 🤦🏾‍♀️👩🏾‍🦯

from then on they knew not to worry

that was their marinette always helping people

~~~~

(i’m getting lazy guys 😟😟)

anyways ladynoir would sleep for two days in marinette’s bed

then she’s get a guardian sense to teleport to a specific coordinate which someone how lead to..

wayne manor??

(i can’t believe it? i would never expect to- okay i’ll stop lol 😹)

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Now everyone in the wayne family were having a forced family movie night hosted by Dick

Now Dick was coming back to the family room after fixing himself a bowl of cereal when suddenly he dropped it and a portal opened in front of him

“magic portal?! magic portal!!” dick shouted as two gorgeous looking couple came out

(just kidding cut out the gorgeous part 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️ i was trying to say something that adrinette both have in common but like- nvm.)

the wayne members headed to where dick was with their weapons on them

it’s all silent until the woman with black-blue hair shouts “dami!!!”

she hugs dami goes on her tippy toes and ruffles his hair and baby talks him

“omg, you’re so big now!! you’re taller than me! wait- how old are you? wait- wait wait- what’s your measurements?”

she tries to get her sketchbook out until she remembers that she’s being a marinette

ohh.

oh.

“Hello. Um- I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng, this is Adrien and I’m Damians-“ The woman starts, but is cut off with Damian mouthing and no, and shaking his head.

“Damian, you know I kind of have to or else they’re gonna think I’m evil or something.” Says Marinette

“Anyways i’m Damians older sister and i don’t even know how I got here- well i do, but i didn’t even know the address.” Marinette spoke.

“Yes I’m biological, yes i know who my father and mother are, and no i’m not being a bat.” Marinette said, quickly answering any question going to come.

“Anyways, just came here to say hi, and to give you this.” Marinette says, as she gets a gift bag out of thin air.

(I’m getting too lazy guys i’m gonna just summarize)

She hands him a gift bag. (Yes ik i already said that)

she’s says her goodbyes and adrinette leave from the same portal

everyone stares into space for a while, and then jason asks bruce

“Bruce, did even know about this?” Jason said exasperatedly.

Bruce looked completely out of it.

So they all went to Damian. (Next victim- oh i mean person.)

But Damian just walked to his room and locked the door.

~~~~~

When Damian opened the bag.

There was a box.

When he opened the box. (i’m so annoying ik)

There were pictures of Marinette and Damian together.

-One with him being completely straight faced.

-One with Marinette hugging and kissing his cheek.

-One with Marinette dressing him up. (Fashion designer okay?)

-*you can make stuff up*

Damian quickly looked around. (Not trying to be caught in 4k i see, huh?)

and softly smiled before drifting off to sleep

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ty for sticking around with my crazy thoughts.

ngl it was wayy better in my head, and every time i said i’m getting lazy i kept going so ig i’m making progress.

bye besties ao3, and wattpad in my bio !!— though don’t expect any updates 😭🥸😃

[askthekuvaqbrothers]

I know you're still working on other prompts, but here me out... the boys meeting Wenzel and Toni for the first time. :)

“Have you considered schooling?”

Hermes withheld his mumbling, “I've…. Considered.”

Taking a tea break with Gizmo had become a regular occurrence during work, letting the two talk without having to take up more time in the day with official meetings. The town's service provider was a trusted confidant to Hermes, and not just because of patient confidentiality.

He'd already offered so much assistance in the wild world of child raising, and he'd probably continue to as the boys got older. There were just a few suggestions that Hermes couldn't see working. Like that one.

“See, I've tried a little bit of home learning, but only Cletus is taking to it. The other two lose interest quickly, cause disruptions, and before you know it the three are off doing something else."

“Well, a structured environment like a classroom, and peers of similar age, might just be the thing to change their behaviour. There aren’t many children in Kuvaq, but perhaps if they could make friends with one or two others?”

The encounter with Burnert and his daughter Toni came to mind.

“Hmm.”

“Even just as a trial. And they know who to call if there's trouble.”

“Well...”

Gizmo poured him another cup, giving his best reassuring smile. He’d been so trusted in all matters around his sons, but he was also a great personal confidant. It must have been years since he’d been able to have someone he could talk with, intellectually, and trust to understand him.

“I suppose we can try.”

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“Yeah we're going to school!!" Rufus bounced around the house, bumping into furniture and his family alike. When he shoved into Cletus’ shoulder, the green-haired boy shoved back.

“I bet you don’t even know what a school is.”

“Maybe so! But it means we're going somewhere new, somewhere outside, right Dad?!”

“That’s right, and because we’re going out, I need you all to be on your best behaviour. Understand?”

They all nodded, each at different levels of enthusiasm, with Argus pointedly looking at the floor.

“Good. Now hold hands, and let's go see what school is like.”

Cletus took Hermes' hand, the old man hunching a little further so he didn’t have to reach too far, while Rufus took his free hand and Argus took the remaining one to stop any wandering fingers.They left their small house and made their way across town, heading out the gates and down towards a smaller walled area which has its own gates, and gate keeper, who greeted them warmly.

“Hello there, would you happen to be the Herald family?”

“Yes, I’m Hermes and these are my sons Cletus, Ruf- Rufus stop that.”

He was swinging his arms wildly, to which Cletus was resisting and Argus was competing against. A measured frown got them to calm the motions.

“Cletus, Rufus and Argus. They’ll be trialing school today.”

“Wonderful! I’m Gary, Kuvaq’s main teacher. Most other kids are here already, so if you’d like to come in.”

Gary pushed open the gates, revealing a large flat and open area that looked to have most hazards removed. A large rectangle was drawn in the centre, while off to the left were rows of tables and chairs placed in front of a large board. Towards the back was a standalone building with a large window and an awning, and to the right was another that had various extensions added onto it. There were several children of varying ages playing within the space, once of which Hermes noticed was Toni, who was with another girl looking at a cactus.

“Were you planning on staying for the lesson Mr Herald?”

“Oh, as much as I’d love to, I must get to work soon. Though if there’s any trouble-”

“Haha, don’t worry, Gizmo has informed me of the situation. I keep flare guns for communication just in case!”

Gray pulled the gun from the waistband of his pants, grinning, before slipping it back into place. He then cupped his hands around his mouth, calling out for the children to gather. Hermes knelt to address his sons.

“Alright, now please, be on your best behaviour-”

Rufus slapped a hand on his mouth.

“Shushushu… shu. You have n’uttn to be worried about!” He slung his arms over his brother's shoulders, dragging them into an unwanted huddle, “We’ll be good!”

With a hopeful smile, Hermes drew them all into a hug, praying that nothing would go wrong.

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“This is boooring.”

Gary was going on and on about something, which Rufus could only define as completely uninteresting. They were sitting at the tables with all the other kids, who were also at different levels of interest and very much not. Cletus had his eyes focused forward, but his frown was clearly aimed.

“Maybe to a simpleton like you, I on the other hand-”

“Come on, let's ditch.” Rufus turned enough to begin kicking Argus’s chair, “Hey, hey, hey.”

Cletus rolled his eyes, “He’s asleep.”

They stared at their brother, who looked to be staring ahead, but his mouth was slightly open and a tiny drip of drool was forming.

“Drat, how does he do that? I have to use little sticks to hold mine open!”

“Just still still for once and listen to the teacher.”

Rufus faced the front with a pout, swinging his legs. If he swung them far enough, he could see his toes on the other side of the table. And if he spilled down and stretched his toes, he could nudge the chair in front of him. Which he did.

Several times.

Until the kid who was seated in it spun around and growled at him.

‘Growling? Who does that?’

So obviously he growled back.

“Stop that! You’re being embarrassing.” Cletus hissed.

“Alright class,” Gary clapped his hands, “Now we’re going to pair off to do a task. I will give each group a letter, and you’ll have to think of a word that starts with that letter. Then, you need to figure out a way to have everyone guess the word, without talking!”

Whispers went around the group. Argus’ head fell forward before it snapped back to alert, giving Rufus a giggle, to which Cletus further shushed him.

“Now, the pairs will be-”

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Argus kicked at the dirt, completely ignoring his work partner. He wasn’t interested in whatever they were supposed to be doing, he would much rather be playing with his brothers, or napping. Though he napped best around his brothers so really, he just wanted to be home.

“Hey! Are you even listening?!”

The boy he’d been paired with (‘S... Se..Sick? Sike?’) was around a head taller than him, and really thin, probably making him a few years older. Though that didn’t mean anything really, just that he probably shouldn’t look like he was about to throw a tantrum.

“This a baby task, meant for dumb little babies. Since I’m clearly not the baby here, then you should do all the work.”

Argus regarded him for a moment, then went back to kicking the dirt, gazing around the yard to see what the other two were doing.

“Hey, pay attention when someone talks to you!”

Rufus looked to be enjoying himself, waving wildly at the tiny kid he was with. Cletus was with the girl they’d met the other day, but he didn’t look comfortable-

There was a hand gripping the top of his head.

“Hey! What’s wrong with you?! Can’t do anything without your dumb brothers?”

Argus felt his eye twitch. The hand shook his head from side to side.

“I’m surprised I don’t hear rattling. Though, maybe afterwards I’ll go shake the other two to make sure you're not just sharing one bolt for a brain around.”

He grabbed the offending hand by the wrist in a vice grip, and looked up at the older boy.

“Don’t touch them.”

“Or you’ll what little baby-”

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Toni stared at Cletus.

Cletus… struggled to match her gaze.

It was really scrutinising.

He hadn’t even said anything to her yet, but here he was, stuck being judged by the girl who defeated all three of them.

“You really are a drago-”

Her expression became a glare.

“What was that?”

“...nothing.”

“Right.”

It softened again, and thankfully this time she turned her eyes to the sky.

“Sooo, what are we gonna pick?”

Cletus turned the metal square the teacher had given them in hand, until the line beneath the letter was at the bottom.

“We got the letter P.”

“Wow, I’m kinda surprised you knew to do that.”

“Someone in the family needs reading comprehension.”

“P… Hmmm…. Oh! I’ve got the perfect idea!”

“What, you’re not even going to ask for my thoughts?”

“I-” Toni was taken back a little by how offended he immediately looked, “...sure, what’s your idea?”

His smile was very proud, “Well, words are my speciality.”

Reading his fathers growing collection of books was one of his favourite things to do, making him much more versed in the world of words than either of his brothers, something he took great pride in.

“Well, for the letter P there is- plagiarize, prosecution, participate, profound, plutonium… pigeon.”

Toni just stared at him.

“And how exactly would we get people to guess those? I mean, maybe the last one, that would be funny, but the other ones...”

“If they can’t guess them, then we’re clearly too smart for them.”

She sighed.

“No, we’re going to do things my way. You just follow along.”

“Hu? But, you haven’t even said what word you thought of!”

She slung an arm over his shoulders, bringing him in close.

“Do as I say, or you’ll be playing ‘pigeon’, by yourself, in front of allll the other kids.”

He gulped, and nodded.

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“Hi!”

“H-hi.”

Rufus bent over at a 90 degree angle, staring directly into the face of his work partner.

"You're reeeeally small!"

He almost looked to get smaller when he sighed, which was even funnier. He couldn’t stop the grin covering his face, but he did manage to stick out a hand.

“I’m Rufus!”

He didn’t reach for it right away, adjusting his glasses and checking how far away the teacher was, before he accepted the shake.

“Wenzel.”

His whole arm was rapidly shaken.

“That’s a funny name!”

When he was finally released, Wenzel had to also adjust his hair and coat to straighten himself out. He had no idea what to make of this new kid.

“You look like you’d know a thing or two about funny.”

“Yeah I know all about fun! You wanna play?”

“We should be doing what the teacher asked.”

“Oh, right. What was that again?”

Wenzel tilted his head, watching the other boy curiously. He opened his mouth, but then reconsidered, instead holding up the letter square. Rufus just blinked at it.

“We have to pick a word, remember?”

Recognition, finally, as he waved his arms about, “An eff word!”

“Yes. And it has to be something we can pretend for others to guess.”

“Let’s pick something exciting! With energy!”

“Hmmm, energetic, f… what about fire? Teacher didn't say anything against using sound effects, so maybe-"

Rufus gasped.

"Great idea! It's like I thought of it myself! Or maybe I did, and I beemed it into your head- AH!” He grabbed his little round head, "We're connected Wenzel. With you as my sidekick, I’ll be unstoppable.”

“Sidekick-?!”

“Shush, say no more. I know exactly what you’re thinking now, and yes, it’s a great honor. Now we’ll just need a few things to do the best presentation ever!”

Wenzel wriggled from Rufus’ grip, stepping out of his arms reach for now.

“What ‘things’?”

“Well first I need a g-”

“CHILDREN. THIS IS NOT AN APPROVED SCHOOL ACTIVITY.”

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”

Both boys turned out the sudden shouting, looking to where all the other children were quickly gathering around Gary. Grabbing Wenzels hand, Rufus practically dragged his new friend to the scene, coming up behind their teacher to join the chanting mob.

“ARGH! Make him stop! Make him stop!!”

Gary was trying his hardest to simply push the two children apart, but when it proved useless he had to resort to using both hands to try to pry Argus’ teeth off the other boy's hand. When even that failed, Gary moved one hand to fumble for the flare gun, but had to drop it when Argus shifted his jaw to also bite down on the other invading fingers. Wenzel looked up at Rufus, who didn’t seem to care for the scene.

“Isn’t that your brother? Shouldn’t you do something?

Rufus was wholly focused on the gun on the floor, “Just what the presentation needs.”

“We won’t have a presentation if the teacher is hurt!” When he didn’t look convinced, Wenzel added, “Plus, you’d be showing off how cool you are to the whole class if you step in right now.”

Rufus finally looked at his short friend, then looked around the group. Cletus was watching beside Toni, both talking to each other, not looking like they were going to help out. He sighed, but looked a bit smug about it.

“Guess it all falls to Rufus to save the day.”

He stepped into the scene (while also grabbing the gun and slipping it into his belt pouch), and put himself between his brother and the others.

“Hey. You’re gonna ruin my chance to do a awesome presentation. Stop.”

He pinched Argus’ nose to get his attention. When they locked eyes, Rufus broke out his best pout, the one that alway got Dad to give him an extra snack. He knew that with any luck-

Argus let go, shaking his head to release Rufu’s grip, before spitting blood onto the ground. The boy he’d bit wailed, cradling his hand, and Gary took stock of his own injury, gaze flicking to the brothers in case of more violence. When it looked that Argus was now content with his actions, Gary stood tall to address the class.

“W-well, I hope you all take this as an example of what not to do during class. If you must bite someone, please do it off school property. Now, I’m going to take Sikke to see Gizmo. Argus, please see yourself to the timeout box,” He pointed to a little cage by the nearest building, “And the rest of you, keep working on your presentations until I return. Then we can all show off what amazing words we chose!”

With a grin, Gary left the school yard with Sikke.

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“I’m so sorry-”

“Please Mr. Herald, all things considered, a little biting should have been expected. A new environment can be stressful and scary to young children. I should have kept a closer eye on how he was reacting to others.”

Hermes wrung his hands, but tried to copy Gary’s smile. Yes, Argus had apparently come within millimetres of taking Sikke’s pinky finger off, but other than that (and a few nicks on Gary’s hand) the boys hadn’t caused any trouble. The school day had been mostly a success.

He’d made the choice to return with Gary after Gizmo had explained the situation, so he could scold Argus while the event was still fresh, and be able to watch Rufus and Cletus’ presentations before they headed home.

As they entered the yard, they found most of the children just playing their own games. When Gary pointed out the timeout box, they did in fact find Argus sitting inside, watching Rufus who was using the cage to climb up onto the building's awning. Wenzel was already on it, trying to help pull him up.

“Okay children! Back to your desks, it’s time to present!”

Once they’d gotten the two off the awning, Hermes collected Argus in his arms and stood where they could watch. Rufus wouldn’t stop squirming in his seat as each pair went up, though it was Toni and Cletus who went before him.

“Just like I said.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

Cletus held up the letter square, Toni cleared her throat.

“We got the letter P. Please try to guess our word.”

He squatted down to set the square aside, then curled his arms over his head and stayed in that position. Toni began to mime; acting like she was carrying something, setting it down, moving something up and down, picking the first again, but it was heavier now, then she shuffled next to Cletus and pretended to pour it on him. Cletus then slowly unfurled, until he was standing tall with his arms in the air, face dead serious.

Rufus lost it, almost falling from his seat with laughter.

To his credit, Cletus scowled, but remained in his position. There were 'umm's and 'ahh's around the group, until the girl Toni had been originally playing with raised her hand.

"Plant!"

"You got it An!"

Toni went over and gave her a high-five, while Cletus went back to his seat, head held high. He bopped Rufus on the head for good measure.

"Nice choice of word and wonderful display you two! Okay, the next pair is Wenzel and Rufus."

"Finally!"

He launched from his seat, dashing to the front with Wenzel following as close as his short legs would let him. When they were both facing the class, Wenzel held the letter square as high as he could while Rufus addressed everyone.

"Our letter was Fff! Watch and be amazed at our presentation!"

Hermes shivered.

"Why do I feel like…"

Wenzel began to mime clicking to rocks together.

"Chk, Chk, Chk-"

"BWOOSH!"

Rufus whipped out the flare gun, firing it at the nearby building, where the flare landed and ignited something on the awning. It only took seconds before something else caught, and quickly the whole thing was alight.

Rufus grinned widely.

"GUESS! Go on, GUESS!!"

Gary leapt forward, moving to usher the children away from the growing inferno, while Hermes stood in shock, feeling years slipping off his lifespan. When Argus began tugging at his collar, he got enough sense back to step away.

"I can guess this one. It's fire."

"... Good job. I think that's enough school for now. "

[belpheroo]

Title: Untitled Genre: Hurt/Comfort, short bit of fluff. Pairing: Mammon x MC Summary: In which Mammon gets in trouble, Lucifer makes a half-hearted declaration Mammon then takes way too seriously and MC is there to make it better. Notes: I just like taking an insecure Mammon and showering him with affirmations until he cries. - MC Includes some of my headcanons about pact bonds aka emotional walkie talkie and pact marks appearing in the same spot on both MC and the bros. There is a passing reference to my other fic Between the Flash and the Thunder in this one, but you don’t need to read it to know what is going on.

In Mammon’s defense, he had done nothing that he hadn’t done before, so why Lucifer was so angry over some missing dusty old statue was truly a mystery. Lucifer turned a blind eye so often to his petty thefts and insurmountable debts to highly shrewd yet beautiful witches, but for some reason today was different.

He could practically feel the heat radiating off Lucifer’s body, a faint scent of sulfur warning that he could, at any moment, transform. Mammon knew better than to talk back in these moments so instead he waited with his arms crossed over his chest, head ducked down as if he could make himself smaller and unnoticable.

“You gave those harpies a relic of immense value.” Lucifer said, voice teetering between even and ragged, “It was one of the components that protects and seals this House from outside intruders… evidently… we have far worse concerns within!”

His voice raised to a near shout at the end, but Lucifer restrained it back, eyes shut tightly as he composed himself. Mammon felt his pulse all the way to his fingertips, clenching the fabric of his sleeves tight in his fists, focusing on the solidness of the floor beneath him rather than the lightness that threatened to swarm through his head.

“… I-I’ll get it back.”

“No. You will not. I will retrieve it. You can not be trusted to any position of responsibility. In fact, I begin to think I made a mistake entrusting the well being of our human guest with such an irresponsible lout.”

Insults were nothing, Mammon felt the blow of words meant in teasing and in earnest all the time… but this was different. His eyes widened, a breath caught in his chest. He wheezed trying to form words of protest, but Lucifer simply threw up his hand, silencing him.

“These thefts will stop. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah…”

“I will think upon your status as protector. Until then, if you so much as step one centimeter out of line—“

“I got it, okay? …I got it. I’m sorry.” Mammon hurried to change his tone and must have appeared sufficiently abashed because Lucifer’s shoulders relaxed and he turned his eyes away from Mammon. That alone hurt worse than anything his brother had said.

“…okay. Good.”

As always, something softened in Lucifer’s features and Mammon could feel the regret mixed into his anger. It wasn’t like Lucifer enjoyed this shit and Mammon knew that… but thievery was a compulsion he wasn’t likely to kick for good anytime soon. Perks of being the Avatar of Greed.

“You can go back to class.” Lucifer said instead of what else was on his mind and Mammon did.

—

It was nearly impossible not to hide the sharpness in his breath as Mammon half gasped and half panted as he strode down the halls of RAD. Being away from the House was good, it got out from under the oppressive aura Lucifer gave off when he was angry… but in the back of his mind he kept hearing those words over and over.

…I made a mistake entrusting the well being of our human guest…

The thought of Lucifer taking her away from him made his stomach churn. He’d still see her, sure, but her concerns? Her needs and her wants? Those would fall to another brother. He’d be sidelined and unimportant, pushed aside. Would she make a pact with that brother? Who would it be? Asmo? Beel? Most likely Satan if Lucifer could stomach granting such a privilege to him. He was reliable, he was smart.

Mammon growled under his breath, pushing a hand roughly through his hair and tugging, trying to distract himself with the pain.

“Stupid, worthless idiot… shut the fuck up, stop thinkin’ bout it.”

It was no use. His thoughts were spiraling and his chest was prickling with tightness. His eyes stung and Mammon knew then, without a shadow of a doubt, he needed to get out of sight. He found an empty classroom just in time, forcing open the door and slamming it closed as he furiously began rubbing at his eyes with the back of his fist.

Why the hell was he so upset?! He didn’t give a shit about Lucifer being mad! Luci would posture and raise his voice and be rough and then by tomorrow he’d be apologetic … even if Mammon did probably deserve this scolding and worse for having stolen from Lucifer yet again.

But… but dammit just the thought of Lucifer giving her to someone else made him want to fuckin’ scream. He didn’t want them near her! She was his to protect! He was the one she should be comin’ to in the middle of the night, when she was scared of thunderstorms. He was the one who should be taking her around Devildom, the one she was glued to and brought her homework to when she needed “help”… even if they just played on Devilgram the whole time instead.

Mammon was so preoccupied with these thoughts he jolted when the classroom door opened and softly someone slipped in.

“… hey um— so. You like, okay?”

Her voice was quiet and strained, but he knew the human exchange student’s voice anymore. In confusion, Mammon turned and saw in the light that her eyes were red-rimmed and her cheeks blotchy… as if she had been crying. His entire demeanor shifted, brows snapping together as he stood up taller.

“Whose responsible for this, huh? Who messed with ya?”

“Uh? What? Dude. I’m not crying because I want to. It’s you!” She waved back and forth between them, indicating to something invisible.

“Ha…w-what? Me? The Great Mammon? Absolutely not, I would never be all weepy and pitiful and junk.”

She gave him a skeptical look, one well-groomed brow lifting and a smirk on her lips. She reached into the pocket of her RAD uniform and produced a handkerchief.

“Your nose is running.”

He swiped it with a scowl, balling it up and roughly scrubbing his face.

“It’s the pact. I can feel what you feel when you are close.”

Mammon grumbled some reply, but it was indecipherable behind the handkerchief.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No… man, this sucks. Just stupid really, but it’s gonna mess everything up.”

She nodded, not pointing out he had said “no” and then proceeded to begin talking about it. That was pretty typical Mammon behavior.

“I got in trouble.” He mumbled, looking away from her sheepishly, “…Lucifer said I ain’t responsible enough to be lookin’ after ya anymore. So… guess ya will have to get used to Satan or someone.”

The silence after he stopped speaking was deafening, but he felt something in his chest… a tiny twinge of anxiety similar to what he had felt before but… faded. Like someone speaking through a tin can on a string into his heart. Mammon risked a short sideways glance over to her and found she was standing rigid, fists clenched at her sides. Her glossy lips were pressed tight together, redness spreading from her cheeks down her throat like a lit fuse before she exploded.

“Lucifer can shove it, I’m not taking anyone else! He can’t make me.”

“W-well… I dunno, it might be better cause I ain’t exactly the most reliable kinda guy. Ya probably would be better off if you had someone else watchin’ out—“

“What? What? What are you saying? Like, I can’t hear you over Lucifer talking out your mouth!”

Not what he had expected, he’d give her that.

“Say sike like right now!!!” she demanded.

“Wha- wait?! Why are you mad at me!”

“Because I don’t hear you saying you told him no!” She said, crossing her arms tightly against her chest and huffing, “Because you are standing there talking bad about my best friend… I don’t want someone ‘more’ reliable or whatever. I rely on you just fine. You are…I…”

She struggled to get the words out, the redness in her face having little to do with anger now.

“Mammon, I want you. No one else. I don’t care whether they are better at the job or not, they will suck at it because they aren’t you!”

Relief was immediate, followed closely by sheer embarrassment as Mammon hid his face with her handkerchief, covering his nose and mouth and hoping she wouldn’t notice the flush creeping down his own neck now.

She took in a shaky breath, eyes going wide as her chest rose and fell a bit faster.

“Wow… wow, I can like totally feel that.” She said, voice hushed, “You’re so—“

“Shuddup!” Mammon groaned, tossing aside her handkerchief and dragging her close. With her face pressed into his chest, she couldn’t see his face anymore and honestly… Mammon couldn’t bare to let her see him, pact or no pact.

His embrace was crushing and no doubt not very comfortable, but she softened under his touch and gently her hands came up to soothe over his back.

It was too much. It was just too fuckin’ much.

“…you’re just so happy.” She murmured into his shirt and Mammon swore he could feel her smiling.

“What if I am?! W-what’s it to ya, huh? Human?”

She giggled, arms wrapping around him fully as she squeezed back as tightly as she could.

“You’re so weak… puny human arms. Nuthin’ compared to the Mammon.”

“Ohhh, can you pick me up!? That’d be fun!”

“N-no!”

“Oh, so you can’t? Got puny demon arms?”

Mammon wasn’t one to take a challenge laying down. Her feet lifted off the floor as he hoisted her up, wiggling and giggling with delight. She got her arms up between them so she could wrap them around his neck, hooking her legs behind his own.

“Whee! Much better.” She hummed, looking down at his very unamused face with a smile. She had succeeded in her goal of distracting him and Mammon knew it.

“...I ain’t got puny arms.”

“I know, Mammon.”

“You’re bein’ extra needy, human.”

It wasn’t true. He was the one who needed and needed and needed. Her affirmation, her affection… don’t look at anyone else. Don’t be with anyone else. Mammon was suddenly struck with the knowledge he’d give up every penny in his bank accounts if it meant no one else ever got to have her.

And he didn’t know what that meant, but he knew what she wanted it to mean right now.

“…I’ll tell Lucifer no.”

“Hmm? What was that?” She cooed, voice teasing and light.

“I said I’ll tell um no! I ain’t given ya up!”

She weighed next to nothing with his strength, but still he settled her unto the instructor’s desk, palms flat on either side of it’s smooth surface as he leaned in, caging her.

She kept her legs locked around him, but now she could put them around his waist. Her hands slid from his neck down his arms, coming to rest on his forearms where she kneaded and rubbed at the bare skin where his sleeves were rolled up.

Normally, this kind of position would have Mammon a stuttering mess, but there was something determined and direct in his eyes, as if he couldn’t focus on anything right now but making sure she knew he was in earnest when he said what he said.

“I’m not giving you up either.”

Simple words, and yet she could feel where they pierced into his heart, leaving him half joy and half agony. Why did it hurt him so much when she spoke kindly to him? Mammon craved the words, but something held him back.

“You aren’t stupid.” She whispered, gently lifting her hand and resting it on his neck, watching as the pact mark began to appear exactly on him where it was on her.  Her thumb found it, pressing and rubbing in firm circles until she pulled a groan from Mammon’s throat and he tipped his head forward to bury his face against her neck.

She felt his lips brush her mark, a touch more than a kiss, but a kiss all the same.

“You’re my first guy… you’re my favorite guy. I like you best.”

She knew if she kept it up, she was going to make him fall apart… and part of her wanted to. Part of her thought it was exactly what he needed. Instead, she gently kissed the side of his head with a loud and pronounced “mu-wah”.

“C’mon! Let’s cut class.” She said, gently wiping Mammon’s cheeks with the back of her hand when he untangled himself from her. He sniffed once, refusing to meet her eyes and nodding vigorously as he got himself composed.

“Eh… Lucifer did say somethin’ bout not breakin’ anymore rules today.”

“I’ll tell him I was sick and needed company.”

“You ain’t sick!”

“I’ll tell him it was ‘girl troubles’. That one gets him so quiet you’d think I was the Avatar of Awkward Silences.”

Mammon laughed, rolling his eyes which were starting to look a bit less red and a bit more mischievous as he considered the possibilities of ditching. Taking the opportunity, she slid off the desk with a tiny flourish, spinning to fluff out her skirt before brushing it down resolutely.

“It’s decided! Two hellfire boba teas and chocolate newts are what the doctor ordered!”

She took his hand and he resisted only for a moment so he could relish the feel of her tugging him towards her and the sight of her pouting before she stamped her little booted foot on the floor.

“C’mooooon!”

“Alright, human. You’re buying."

[rubidusmagnet]

Beaches and Sandcastle contests

One Piece of Summer Prompt: Beaches, Sandcastles (or sculptures)

Characters: Uni, Heart Pirates

@doctorgerth and @laws-yellow-submarine

Uni was grateful for the time off given to them from their Captain, since after all, the log pose for the island the Tang had currently stopped at was a rather peaceful and benign oceanside beach town known to attract tourists of all kinds including pirates, it was because of this later addition of consumers that prevented Law from fully giving into all the under the sun fun he and the rest of the crew were having, taking full advantage of their shore leave depite the stipulations to stay close to the submarine for now if they planned on having some ‘careless’ fun as their local grumpy boss had put it.

Speaking of that party pooper... Uni tossed a glance from where he was floating on a blue and white striped tube in the surf up towards the beach where Law had relegated himself to at least spend his time sunning himself in yellow trunks beneath the sun on either a towel or against Bepo whenever the Bear came back from soaking himself in the ocean waters, never seeming to mind the small numbing affect such a light splash of sea water probably gave him. Ah, and there he was, it seemed the two have fallen into a short nap by the rise and fall of both of their chests.

Uni need not worry for his Captain getting sunburned as he knew the surgeon was plenty paranoid about matters regarding the health of the body. Instead, he took the time to lean his head back with a squeak of his tube, lazily drifting his long limbs into the cool soothing waters occasionally as he let his thick and fluffy dark brown hair get tugged by the lazy tides.

It wasn’t long however, until his brief lazy drifting was interrupted by a series of harsh splashes before he was suddenly grabbed by someone and dragged off his tube and into the shallow water unceremoniously. Quickly reacting, Uni stood up to his full height before he could accidentally swallow sea water through his chosen solid dark blue bandana for the day. Once he was fully upright, the water from which he was floating on only reached his mid chest while his annoyed dark gaze flit over the amused visage of a certain mischievious Clione who was wadding before him, at least he could take some pleasure in the fact that he was taller than the other.

Waiting for the perfect moment when Clione went to open his mouth to say something, most likely cheeky or playfully taunting to him. Uni launched forward to his surprise and tackled the other into the water with a loud splash, holding onto the other tightly beneath the water for approximately 30 seconds before releasing him and following him back into a stand, his face though hidden from view, now sporting a self satisfies smirk at the others brief gagging.

After coughing up the small amount of sea water he accidentally inhaled on the initial take down, Clione turned watery eyes to a smug looking Uni by the now amused glow in his eyes. Oh have the tables have turned.

“You’re pretty damn sadistic yourself ya know that Uni? Almost like the Captain it’s practically scary to think about.” With a shiver, Uni watched as Clione muttered about ‘Clone Laws’ under his breathe with crossed arms as Clione swiped a hand through thoroughly mussed bowl cut bangs in irritation at being thwarted in his own game.

“Ya know, I actually came out here to tell you something important Uni.”

Raising a disbelieving brow, Uni sought to put down that little theory right away.

“Then why did you drag me off my tube to drown me?”

Jaw dropping, Clione responded back with a punch to his shoulder. “Hey! I wasn’t trying to drown you! if anything, you were the one trying to take me out instead!”

Continuing to play with him for a little bit longer, Uni maintained false seriousness which in a way, was like his own imitation of their Captain with the sadistic gleam coming over Uni’s eyes. 

“You know Clione... If I really wanted to drown you, I easily could since you and everyone else knows how long I can hold my breathe, I can even rival Bepo at that!”

A gasp was heard from Clione. “You wouldn’t” 

Uni tossed him a wink. “Who knows?”

Realizing where this was headed, Clione had temporarily forgotten about exactly what he intended to say to Uni in the first place and in a bid to escape,  attempted to flip himself back wards and began to  shuffle and wade quickly through the water until his feet touched sand.

But unfortunately for him, he could not match Uni for speed, so once more, Uni quickly grasped around his middle from behind and in a show of strength, suplexed him headfirst into the water for only 10 seconds longer than before before finally letting up.

Once the two finally dragged themselves ashore after a bout of rough housing in the water did Clione remember what he was going to say, but that wasn’t until after Law got his two cents in, peering at the two of them behind shades while sipping his cool drink. Apparently the Captain was awake unsurprisingly.

“You really should watch out Uni, one of these days you’re gonna drown Clione by accident you know.”

Dramatically gesturing with both arms towards Uni who had to stifle a chuckle at the action, Clione exclaimed. “See! this is what I have to deal with waking up to each day!”

In return for the jab, Uni finally returned the friendly punch from earlier in kind as Law tutted at them from the side before going back to relaxing on his polar bear recliner, who only shifted minutely in his sleep on occasion.

“Well anyways Uni” Clione moved to grasp Uni’s arm to guide him along the beach to where some of the others were apparently gathered. He could see Penguin and Shachi get into a tussle as Ikkaku moved to break them up with a smack to their heads seeing as they were approaching. While slightly behind the group sat Jean Bart who sported black and white tiger-striped trunks on his person, looking gruff as ever as he watched the two first and second mates grasp their smarting heads which were still clad with their hats.

His attention was drawn back to Clione as he explained why he so wanted him to join his impromptu group activity. “I was thinking of a nice little contest we could host with whoever creates the best sand sculpture of Bepo wins a prize.”

Eyebrows raising at the word prize, Uni figured it had something to do with their usual system of winner gets out of chores for the week, but with Clione he wasn’t so certain about that, it could be anything.

When asked what that prize was, Clione simply shushed him with a finger over his lips and a wink before splitting off as they made their way into the small group.

As the apparent leader of such activities, and seeing as everyone was there that Clione had invited and accepted, he began to hash out the rules, of course stating that he was to be the de facto judge of each sculpture as well as the prize giver. To which Uni rolled his eyes at while Shachi and Penguin gave a few boos. “Shouldn’t I be the judge? I’m 2nd mate after all!”

“Hold on! I should be the one because I’m first mate here!”

In order to get a step on Penguin, Shachi pointed out the fact that maybe Bepo should judge since he’s the model after all. But one quick group glance over to the sleeping Mink changed everyones minds quickly as no one dared to disturb his slumber, especially if the insomniac Captain was resting with him as well.

“Well anyways, if it wasn’t obvious already, there will be a time limit for you guys to finish up on your Bepo sandcastles before I come and check them out... and no sabotaging is allowed are we clear?”

A huff sounded in unison, especially from the two disheartened first and second mates who had hoped to get in each others ways during the little competition. “Understood.”

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The time limit as Clione called it was just within the next hour, he held off on starting the timer until everyone had gotten out the supplies necessary in creating their own depiction of Bepo. Buckets ranged from small to massive in Jean Bart’s case to be used in order to pack wet sand together along with various sculpting tools if necessary.

And in order to make room for each other depending on the size of it, and considering the sheer size of Jean bart’s hands, it was believed that his was bound to be the largest sculpture of them all.

As the timer was set, everybody got to work bringing buckets of sea water over to their area of beach to begin the sculpting process. And not wanting to sike himself out by looking at the others progress, Uni began to mold together a large round mound of wet sand with full intention on using the currently sleeping bear mink as his model.

Unfortunately it seemed he wasn’t the only one with that idea as a majority of the group bar Jean bart were going for the same idea.

‘Guess it’ll be down to who makes the best sleeping polar bear huh?’

Uni didn’t mind the extra pressure of having to compete against other sculptures of a similar type, since after all, he was typically reliable under pressure. The ones he specifically didn’t have to worry about winning was Shachi and Penguin who judging by the disappointed moans and groans coming from their direction, meant they were both not having a good time with their sculpting abilities or lack thereof. 

A singular glance up was all it took to confirm his suspicions as he moved onto forming the basis of the limbs and head for his miniature sculpture. Apparently the pair had been foolish enough to believe that being closer to the surf would help strengthen the stability of.... Whatever it was they were trying to make as it was not remotely anything like Bepo.

An amused huff passed Uni’s lips before he continued on his way, now onto scraping out excess sand in order to best mimic a face for the beloved navigator (It looks something like this- :-3). Pleased with his work there, Uni continued on to using the tips of his fingers to create small claws after he cut up the ‘arm’ mounds to mimic fingers. It really was unfortunate that Bepo chose to lay on his stomach as Uni was looking forward to potentially recreating those soft pink pads of his but oh well, maybe next contest if he happens to be the model again.

It wasn’t long after he finished up on his attempt at ears did Clione’s loud voice call for an immediate stop in sculpting. Now it was time to declare a winner.

Uni’s earlier assumptions were correct when with just one look at Penguins and Shachi’s sand sculptures, he shook his head at them and continued on, not needing to say anything to the pouting 1st and 2nd in commands. And there was no winning for them anyways with the piles of sand and sticks poking out that looked more like a sand monster than any kind of mink.

The pair were quickly shushed before they could disrupt Clione’s ‘concentration’ in selecting a winner when to uni it should be obvious who it was. And he wasn’t being presumptuous by believing he won at all, because even though he and Clione were best friends and like brothers every other time, Clione got serious when it came to these silly little contests, especially when he got to be the judge. So whenever events like this happen, No amount of closeness was going to sway Clione’s scrutiny in his favor as much as Uni might secretly want it to.

The top three was down to himself, Ikkaku, and jean Bart now. though it wasn’t long until Uni was knocked out for an apparent lack of ‘realism’ in his attempt. And Uni shrugged it off, he wasn’t exactly aiming for the win but to only spend some time with his nakama but now it was down to the wire, only the sole woman on their crew or jean was going to get the win now.

And gods did it take a while for him to decide. Clione had gotten extra quiet at this point, with his chin cradled between his left thump and forefinger in deliberation. At the very least, he was doing a good job at making the other two sweat waiting for his final judgement.

Finally, without really any explanation, Clione pointed at Jean Bart to indicate him as the winner of the contest. And giving the half-giants sculpture a once over, Uni had to whistle in agreement. It shouldn’t have been a contest at all considering the detail the former slave was able to get down to and with the biggest model of all of them, it seemed Jean was able to practically recreate a life sized version of the navigator standing up no less!

Ikkaku’s though going with the trend everyone else had gone for, was actually much neater than Uni’s which was probably exactly why he had lost if he had to guess. Not to mention some neater detailing as well, but nothing was going to beat jean and Clione said as much.

“Sorry for giving the rest of you guys hope, but Jeans is the best hands down.”

A hum of agreement rang our around the circle, it was practically agreed upon right then, that this model should be allowed to stay up for as long as possible while the rest were quickly stomped on to rejoin the rest of the beach as a flat soft surface.

Letting his lanky body drop down onto his back, Uni didn’t dare look up to see exactly what Clione had to give as a gift for Jean. Nor did he mind listening to the others still at play all around him. The contest being over, Uni wanted to take the time to get some rest himself as Bepo and his Captain were doing. The grit and dampness of the sand actually doing their work in settling him into a light nap at the natural feel of the earth below his body.

This day as any other time was bound to be a precious memory for Uni to keep in his heart for all time until another one can be made. The simplicity of it all left a smile on hidden features as he closed his eyes for just a little while. He could definitely count on someone waking him up for supper time in the galley should he fall in too deeply into the land of dreams on future adventures.

[theoneandonlyameliajones]

My Hero

Summary: After the truth of One for All is leaked out to the public, Deku faces a lot of unfriendly criticism. His boyfriend, Shoto is ready to get to the bottom of this scandal and cheer Izuku up.

“The pro-hero Deku has been found to have been born quirkless. Weeks ago we received an anonymous tip that he had been given his quirk from none other than All Might himself. We at Hero newsroom were confused by the allegation at first, but it was confirmed by the villain All for One himself. Not only that, but Izuku Midoriya’s doctor and middle school teacher have both confirmed that he was quirkless before his time at UA.” The male newscaster announced on television.

“Well, that certainly is some big news. We have reached out to Midoriya’s mother as well as colleague Ground Zero. However, neither of them has decided to comment on the situation. The news has shaken the industry, many people have lost respect for Deku. Now, why do you think that is Takashi?” The female newscaster turned back to her colleague.

“It’s simple really, many feel like Deku doesn’t deserve the title as one of the top heroes when he got his quirk from the former symbol of peace. They feel like he cheated on his path to the top. Others feel like if such a transferable quirk did exist it should have gone to someone more capable-”

  Izuku turned off the television not wanting to hear any more. It was all too much for him, the press, the backlash he received from his agency, and the amount of hate mail he’s been getting recently.

 “You okay?” Shoto went over and took a seat by his boyfriend. They had been living together for just over a year now, and in all that time he’s never seen Izuku so deflated. He knew about the scandal that was going around and did not understand why it was that big of a deal. He found out about One for All soon after they started dating. Still, who cares if Izuku was given his quirk, he was still a great hero.

 “As good as I can be.” Izuku sighed, “I don’t know what to do.” Shoto pulled him into a hug, he hated seeing Izuku drained of his spirit. He swore he would beat up whoever tipped the journalists about One for All.

 “I can’t believe what these journalists are saying about you. It’s ridiculous, I know how strong you are Izuku. I watched you go from a boy who would always break his bones to the strongest person I’ve ever met. Whatever flack you’re getting, it’ll blow over I promise.” Shoto kissed his boyfriend on the head. 

 “Thanks, Shoto, I think I just need some time. I’m going to head to bed.” Izuku walked back into the bedroom, leaving Shoto alone on the couch. He knew despite what he told him, Izuku would still feel bad about the situation. If only All Might were still here, he could clear up this entire thing. It didn’t help that Shoto had a live TV interview the next morning. It’s not like he wanted to go, but it was a requirement of his agency to keep on the press’ good side. The public knew that Izuku and Shoto were dating, and his agency didn’t want him to get dragged down with the scandal. When he looked back over at the spot that Izuku occupied earlier, he noticed an envelope. He opened it cautiously. It read:

Dear Deku,

 You are not a real hero, you are just some All Might wannabe. Even with his quirk, you are only half the hero he was. Do us all a favor and give your special “One for All” quirk to someone who can do something useful with it. After you do that, then just disappear. Better yet, why don’t you just go and kill yourself.

 Shoto was ready to erupt into flames while reading the letter. He loved his boyfriend more than the entire world, and looking at this letter, he just wanted to burn it. Still, there was something suspicious about it, so he pocketed it and decided to go out to see a friend. Something was going on here. Shoto walked over to a small storefront sandwiched between an insurance office and a restaurant. There worked a friend of his agency, he went by the name Sike and had the gift of psychometry. He often aided detectives and hero agencies in finding villains.

 “Well, isn’t it the pro-hero Shoto?” Despite his talent, he had a disturbing voice which always made Shoto uncomfortable.

 “Just figure out who wrote this,” the bicolored boy handed the man the letter.

 “Very well.” Sike touched the letter and a soft glow erupted from his fingers. “Worried about your boyfriend are we?” The pro hero glared at him. The glow continued to intensify until it burnt out completely.

 “Well? Who wrote it?” Shoto asked impatiently.

 “Some guy, looked pretty strange if you ask me, blue hair and some sort of hand fetish.”

 “Hand Fetish? Shigaraki? That doesn’t make sense, he was arrested by Deku over two years ago.”

 “And he escaped about two months ago. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was the one leaking the information about your boyfriend.” Sike pulled out a cigar, in this day and age, he was probably one of the only people to still smoke.

 “Does that mean he wants to get rid of Deku? Is this his way of doing so?” he grabbed the letter from Sike angrily.

 “Looks like it, I mean I thought Shigaraki was too dumb for psychological manipulation, but I’ve heard it’s done a number on your boyfriend. Doesn’t seem like he’s been going out much recently, has he?”

 “I’m going to kill him,” Shoto said through gritted teeth.

 “Calm down hero.” He smiled slyly, “Now for your payment.”

 Shoto walked out of there quite ready to beat Shigaraki up. He thought that the League of Villains were finally passed them. When he got home he expected to find Izuku fast asleep, but instead, he was wide awake waiting for him in the living room.

 “Where were you?” the green-haired boy asked worriedly as Shoto came in.

 “This letter,” he pulled it out angrily, “was written by Shigaraki.”

 “Shoto…”

 “I swear I’m going to kill him.”

 “Shoto…”

 “Like what the hell, he probably was the one who leaked information about One for All in the first place. I swear-”

 “Shoto I know! I went to Sike earlier.” The bicolored boy went quiet. 

 “What do you mean you went to Sike? I was just at his place and he never mentioned anything about you coming.”

 “Well, you know that guy is in it for the money. Anyway, I’ve been trying to track Shigaraki down since he escaped and figured this whole thing was because of him,” explained Izuku. “I had Sike confirm it when I got the letter and I’m working on tracking him right now.”

 “But earlier…you seemed so deflated at the news. I read the letter and I thought maybe you were thinking about…” Shoto struggled to say the rest of his sentence, losing Izuku was his biggest fear. 

 “Shoto,” Izuku pulled the taller boy in for an embrace, “I was sad that the public had to find out like this, but I would never even think of leaving you. I know I’m not All Might or the symbol of peace, but All Might sacrificed a lot for that title. I am just Deku, an ordinary pro-hero, but that’s okay because I have friends like Ururaka and Kachan, my mom and most importantly you.”

“I love you Izuku Midoriya,” said Shoto as he settled into the hug.

“I love you too.”

“So, what are you planning to do?” Despite what Izuku told him, Shoto was still worried.

“My agency told me to lay low for a little bit, so I’m not allowed on big rescues for a while. It’s going to be mostly petty criminals and paperwork. Behind the scenes, I’ll be tracking Shigaraki. If he thinks he crushed my spirits, he’ll be more careless and we’ll be able to catch him!” Izuku said excitedly.

“So you're okay with all this?”

“Despite what people say about me or my borrowed power, I’m going to still work on saving them because actions speak louder than words, right? I never became a hero for the praise, I became a hero so I can help people.” Shoto’s heart swelled at Izuku’s words. He wondered if it was humanly possible to love a person this much.

“So, my hero interview tomorrow. Will you be able to come?” Izuku looked at him puzzled. They tried to support each other as much as possible, but with their busy schedules, they didn’t have time to attend each other's interviews and public events. Moreover, it was frowned upon because the questions asked would often concern their relationship. Even if Izuku wanted to go, he couldn’t due to his agency’s policies.

“Unfortunately, I can’t due to agency restrictions,” Izuku watched Todoroki’s face fall, “but I’ll make sure to watch it on T.V.” Shoto gave him a soft smile and proceeded to pull him in for a kiss which caused Izuku to blush. It wasn’t like his boyfriend to normally be this affectionate.

The next day Shoto was preparing for his hero interview. He hated interviews, to him they were the worst formality about being a hero. Still, his agency insisted that he give one.

“Shoto, make sure you don’t mention anything about your boyfriend’s quirk-scandal, or anything about Deku at all.” urged his publicist. His agency wanted to get as far away from the scandal as possible. As he sat down with the interviewer on the stage, he felt a familiar sense of dread. Still, at least this time he had something he wanted to say.

Back at his agency, Deku had the T.V playing as he filled out paperwork. He knew Shoto hated interviews, but he oddly didn’t seem to hate this one as much.

“Now joining me is pro-hero Shoto, everyone give him a welcoming applause.” Izuku smiled at the screen. Shoto was a popular hero, which made him proud. The only time he would get jealous is when ladies would approach his boyfriend. The rest of the interview carried on as expected and the interviewer talked about Shoto as a pro-hero and recent villains he had defeated. That was until one question caught Izuku’s attention.

 “So, I know that you and Deku have been in a relationship for quite a while now. What is your opinion on his quirk-scandal?” This earned a confused murmuring from the audience. There were certain subjects you didn’t touch on interviews like this and Izuku was sure Shoto’s publicist had talked to the interviewer beforehand.

 “Well, that certainly has been a discussion in our household,” explained Shoto. When he looked back towards his publicist, he could see that she was a nervous wreck. He was going to have to apologize later for all of this. “That being said I think the public is blowing this all out of proportion. Yes, Deku’s quirk was not what he was born with, but All Might chose him for a reason. Let me tell you, he had to struggle with that quirk for a while. His body totally rejected it and he ended up with many broken bones, but even then he kept trying. He worked hard and made that quirk his own. Now, he is a very capable hero. I think he is the greatest hero Japan could ask for. All he wants to do is help people and even with people cursing his name every 5 minutes, he still wants to help them. That’s why he is my hero.”

 “Well, that certainly is an interesting take on it.” said the interviewer. Shoto was happy, he hoped Izuku heard what he had said. He hoped the public realized how much of an amazing hero his boyfriend was. 

 Izuku’s eyes filled with tears, Shoto was defending him on live television. He knew Shoto was warned against it, but he still decided to address the public. He felt so lucky to have such a great boyfriend. “I love you Shoto Todoroki,” he muttered under his breath. Later that night, he would say the same thing to his boyfriend as they enjoyed each other's company well past midnight.

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smut: yes | no

warnings: smut, rough sex, swearing (note: the link to the previous chapters is on my masterlist, which can be found in my bio)

“Trust me.” It’s the fourth time she’s said it, but you still don’t feel at ease. “Just like, don’t reciprocate. Last time was about him, tonight is about you. Get in, get laid get out.”

“Good god.”

“Seriously. Make sure you leave right after, kiss him on the cheek say bye, and tell him you’ll text him when you get home. But then don’t, he’ll be confused as hell. And if you can, make some uncomfortable comments. Ones about how he’s obviously seeing other people.”

If you’re being honest the whole thing doesn’t really make sense to you, but you’re going along with it for the worst reasons.

Like feeling powerful is a good excuse for toying with someone’s emotions, right?

“You look hot.” You make a face at Lindsay in the mirror as you curl the last strand of your hair.

“Ready to finesse this bitch?” She pops her lips and you cringe, shaking your head at her.

“Don’t say that.”

A light laugh follows as she smooths a piece of your hair. “He’s gonna be so confused.” She chuckles, slapping your bum as you lead her out of the bathroom, going to get your shoes and jacket. She hugs you goodbye after giving you another pep talk, and you roll your eyes as you shut the door on her.

The walk to your car and the drive to Josh’s are quiet, and desperately needed after the last nights with Lindsay. She hadn’t stopped talking about Josh’s message since he’d sent it.

You’d agreed to meet up with him a week later, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little excited. You weren’t sure if it was the sex or this game that had you buzzing more.

All you know is you’re so ready to see him when finally make it to his place.

There’s a smirk on his face before he even opens the door all the way. “Hey,” He draws it out, looking you up and down as you step inside. “How are you?”

“Not bad, you?” He pulls your jacket from your shoulders as you respond, and you slip your arms out of the sleeves.

“Great.” He hangs your bomber up and then smiles at you, it’s a crooked adorable grin that makes you lose your breath just a little.

Eyes dropping to your legs again he checks you out and pulls a lip inbetween his teeth, stepping closer to grab at your waist. You’re pretty shocked if you’re being honest, cause he plants a chaste kiss on your lips before crowding you against his chest in a tight hug.

It feels like coming home to your boyfriend after work and it’s all too domestic. This was the type of behaviour that was gonna derail your plan and have you catching feelings.

“You smell nice,” He points out as he pulls back, his hand lingering intertwined with your own. You feel fuzzy on the inside looking at him, like you want to crawl into his hoodie with him and lay there, but you’re pretty sure that hoodie isn’t gonna be staying on either of you long. You’re just here to fuck.

Repeating it in your head you try to act as uninterested as possible, murmuring a passive, “Thanks,”

“I figured we’d just relax and watch a movie? I got some food.” He flicks his head towards the kitchen, beckoning you to follow him in.

There’s at least a hundred dollars worth of junk food on the counter when you turn the corner.

Your eyes blow up wide and Josh chuckles. “I wasn’t really sure what you liked so I kinda got a little bit of everything.” Theres a bowl of popcorn, chips, cans of pop, bags of candy, chocolate bars, and a bowl of something you can’t see set off a little bit to the side.

You rise up onto your tip toes to see what’s in the mystery bowl, letting out a breathy laugh when you see Maynard’s fuzzy peaches. He obviously knew you’d want them, cause they’re opened and in a bowl for you. “You weren’t sure what I liked?” You ask, raising your brows.

He laughs awkwardly like he’s been caught, rubbing a hand at the back of his neck. “I might have seen that on your Instagram. You with the huge tub of them?”

You nod your head with a smile, trying not to feel special even though he went through your Instagram to see if he could find what food to get. Does he do that with all the others too?

“Thanks.” Intentionally stepping closer to him, you lean up and Josh grins, but before he can kiss you, you reach behind him to snag the bowl of candy. “Sike.” You whisper, biting into one of the peaches.

He shakes his head, picking out a bag of gummy worms for himself. “Do you want anything to drink? There’s these like spiked cream sodas they look really good.” He holds one up and you can’t help but laugh.

“You went all out.” The corners of his mouth perk up and you figure now is the perfect time for one of the comments. “This probably always gets the girls going, yeah?” You keep short eye contact when you say it, wanting to see his reaction but also wanting to keep it very casual.

He looks slightly caught of guard, swallowing hard before he laughs uncomfortably, choosing to not respond he holds one of the cans out for you. You take it and follow him out to the living room. “What movie are we watching?”

“I’m not sure, I was gonna let you pick.”

“Mm, gentleman.” He hands you the remote when you sit down beside him, setting your bowl on the table. You’re not totally sure what to go for, what if movies have some secret code that you should be following? Does picking a romance signify clingy?

You’re pretty sure you’re reading into it too much, so you pick a classic, deciding on Wedding Crashers.

Josh laughs and extends his arm around the back of the couch, lifting a foot onto the table. “How’d you know this was my favourite?”

How on brand.

You think it, but you don’t say it, shrugging while you pull your bowl of sweets into your lap to get comfy for the movie.

You’re actually surprised at how much of it you get through, it’s been you’ve been nearly an hour when you start to get a little antsy. Josh has not made a single move yet. No touching or kissing or anything since you came in.

You reposition yourself on the couch, tucking a leg underneath yourself you set your bowl on the couch so it doesn’t tip over while you get comfortable.

Josh looks quickly over at you and then down at your candy. He innocently reaches over to take one and you scoff, yanking them away before he can get any. “As if!”

Josh looks up at you dumbfounded, broad shoulders shaking with surprised laughter. “What? I can’t have one?”

“No!” You reply instantly, “These are mine!” You’re being dramatic, you know that. But if he wanted one he should have asked earlier because now there’s only six left, and you plan on eating all of them.

“And you can’t share? I just want one.” You can tell he’s having a really hard time taking you seriously, chuckles coming out in between words.

“Well sorry. Not happening.” You try to finalize the topic, hoping he’s come to realize how very serious you are about your fuzzy peaches. Turning back to the movie you pop one in your mouth, trying to ignore Josh’s stare.

You see him move towards you from the corner of your eye, a hand snaking closer to your bowl. “Don’t even!” You warn.

But Josh moves in anyway, laughing loudly when you slap his hand. “C’mon! Give me one!”

You shake your head, moving the bowl to the side he’s not sitting on. He’s persistent though, poking your hip playfully while he rises onto his knees.

It’s suddenly very intimidating. Josh is almost a full foot taller than you and now he’s towering over you threatening your fuzzy peaches. You look up at him with squinted eyes, trying to appear mad.

Josh reaches for the bowl and you push it further behind you trying to block him with your body, but he easily catches you, grabbing both your wrists in one large hand. With his other he reaches behind you for the candy, and you squeal, wiggling around in his grasp.

“Stop moving,” Josh laughs, and then he’s dropping his body weight on you, effectively pinning you to the couch. Suddenly the movie is completely forgotten, and so are the fuzzy peaches. His baby blue eyes are impossible not to stare into, and if he didn’t have your wrists pinned above your head, you’d tug him down to kiss him.

It looks like he might do that himself though, his lids fluttering shut as he leans closer. You shut your own and wait for his lips to meet yours, but they never do.

And when you open your eyes, Josh is snagging a peach from the bowl, murmuring, “Sike!” As he pops it into his mouth.

You’re expecting him to get up, but you kind of don’t want him to. You can barely move and for some reason it’s really turning you on. You wiggle underneath him until your legs are free enough to wrap around his waist.

He looks between the two of you with a smirk, eyes freezing on your chest. “Are you gonna do something? You’ve been holding out all night.”

He grumbles something under his breath, shaking his head. “I had to be at least a little polite.” He insists, scolding you.

“You were, but I came here expecting something... And I don’t really wanna leave without it.” You admit, arching your back towards him.

“Expecting something, hm?” When he speaks his hold on your wrist gets tighter and you suck in a fast breath, “What would that be?”

With an eye roll you push up in the little space that you have, closing the gap between the two of you. He kisses you gently, and arch against him, annoyed, thinking that it’s gonna be you who has to take charge again. This wasn’t really how the plan was supposed to work...

But then his tongue slides into your mouth, his free hand sliding up to the front of your neck. He pushes you back down so you’re flat against the couch, chest rising with uneven breathes.

You’re trapped. He has you pinned underneath him, hands caught above your head, fingers around your throat. He has every advantage and when he looks you over with dark eyes you know he’s gonna use every single one of them, and the thought of that makes your core throb inbetween your legs.

“Is this what you want?” His fingers squeeze a little tighter at your neck and your mouth drops open as you nod. This was the kind of behaviour that you had seen from him the first times you slept together. This was the stuff that had you back at his apartment almost every other night. He could get rough. And you loved it when he tapped into that side.

When he kisses you again you can taste the sweetness of the peaches on his tongue, and you shamelessly wrap your lips around it, moaning at the flavour.

Josh lurches forward with a harsh roll against your hips and a groan is forced out of you. “Yeah you were thinking about this hey?” His hand slides up to your cheeks where he turns your head to the side, biting hard into the skin on your exposed neck.

It’s actually a little bit painful, and you jerk against Josh’s chest, straightening your neck when he lifts. “Ow Josh,”

The smile he pulls back with is borderline sinister and you know what you’re in for now. He turns your head again, this time placing his lips gently over where you’re sure there’s probably a mark. Chewing your bottom lip you stretch out more, giving him better access while he smiles against your skin. He licks a line up your vein and then sits back a little to look you over. His thumb gently comes to rest over the lip in between your teeth, and he tugs it, releasing it from your hold.

He pushes the pad of his thumb in between your lips gently, and you look up at him through your lashes while sucking it into your mouth.

“God you have such a pretty mouth. Why don’t you use it, hey? Tell me what you want me to do.”

Your cheeks are tinging red and you haven’t even said anything, and you’re not quite ready to, so you swirl your tongue around his thumb until he pulls it from your lips with a pop.

“What do you want?” He repeats, dragging his wet thumb down your neck and the center of your chest.

“I want your mouth.” The words are forced out, your heart rate picking up when you say them.

“Yeah?” He breathes, pecking your collarbone. You nod, watching with wide eyes as he kisses down your body, lifting your shirt to place pecks up your stomach. He lets go of your wrists so that you can peel off your top and toss it to the side. When you lay back again you put your hands in the same position and Josh smirks, “That’s a girl.”

You’re eagerly trying to speed up the process, wiggling your hips as Josh presses his thumbs into the crease between your thigh and hip. “Josh I want it now.” The words fall out before you can stop them, and you watch as his lips turn up into a smile, a loose laugh sounding while his eyes flick back up to you.

“Too bad you’re not calling the shots, baby.”

The words make your cheeks flush, and on a whim out of frustration you reach down to undo the button on your jeans, but you’re not even close to getting there cause Josh catches your wrist in his large hand, the contact actually audible.

It kind of hurts but for some reason that only makes your clit throb harder between your legs.

“Don’t.” Josh says simply, but his tone is final. He presses his lips delicately to the skin on your wrist before gently pushing it back above your head, his hands following to do the work you had tried to take on yourself.

Tugging down your jeans he peppers kisses all over your thighs, stopping every once and a while to sink his teeth in a little. It’s driving you insane, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you had a wet spot on your underwear by now. You’re pretty close to begging for it, but also determined to not let it get that far.

Once your jeans are all the way off he works his way up again, completely passing by the area you’d prefer he stayed in, moving back up so he’s he eye level with you.

His lips hover over yours and you try to lean up so you can kiss him but he moves as you do, staying far enough away that you can’t connect your lips fully. It’s frustrating as hell, and honestly you’re pretty close to abandoning any plan you had so that he’ll do something. You figure you’ll try one more time, but Josh does the same thing, and you can’t help the annoyed moan that leaves you, while he grins. His chest shakes with laughter while he reaches an arm behind to pull at the neck of his shirt, slipping it off while his eyes wander your heaving breasts.

“Yeah you want it pretty bad don’t you?”

If he actually wants to get laid tonight he better shut his mouth pretty quick. Honestly he’s lucky you’re this desperate for his dick otherwise you would have left a half hour ago.

“Cut the shit Josh.” You finally say, arching your back to try and press your pelvis to his. He’s obviously hard so you don’t know why he’s still teasing.

You can see him give in for a moment, he falters, biting his lip at the way you’re bent for him. One of his big hands comes to support the small of your back to keep you up with your core pressed against him, and for the smallest moment you get some relief, feeling his hard cock pressed into you.

It doesn’t last long though, he’s regaining control just as fast as he lost it, shoving you back down to the couch. “Fuck, Josh!” You whine.

“Jeez, patience.” He starts, and you take a deep breath in, nostrils already flaring because you know what he’s about to say.

“Long dry spell or something?”

It’s exactly what you said to him in the elevator, but this time it’s far less amusing to you. When he finishes you jut your knee to the side, forcing it into his ribcage, to which he responds with a laugh, hooking his arm under your leg.

After what feels like an eternity he’s finally moved back inbetween your legs, and your hands are relaxing above your head when he presses his lips to your mound over your panties. He pulls them to the side to glide a finger up your slit, sucking it into his mouth afterwards. “Fuck you’re wet.” It sounds like a moan and the response from you is a throaty gasp, stunned into silence when he rubs you roughly through the fabric.

“Hm, look at that, you soaked your panties.” He starts to slide them down your legs, and you wiggle around on the couch trying to help as much as possible.

Then he settles back inbetween your legs, hooking your legs over his broad shoulders so that you’re completely spread for him. Your sigh when he licks you is honestly comedic, but you can’t help it, you’ve been waiting too long to have his mouth on you.

And he doesn’t disappoint, he doesnt build up, instead opting to start off strong and rough from the get go. His tongue is everywhere, firmly flicking over your clit, teasing your entrance. It’s an honest mistake and an instinct when your hands shoot down to sink into his hair.

He doesn’t say anything though, he just groans against your cunt as you tug at his curls. Your back arches and you cry out his name loudly when he sucks your clit into his mouth, unknowingly thrusting your hips against his face. His hands spread out over your stomach and hips, and he pushes you down into the sofa as he burries his face deeper into you.

You’re writhing under his touch, and his hold on you is getting tighter, restricting your movements more and more. “Josh- fuck!” Your words fall off when he shoves his tongue into you, nose rubbing against your clit. He laps greedily at your cunt while you fail miserably to stop the pornographic moans coming out.

With a hard shove of your hips into the couch, one of his hands slides off your waist, his lips wrapping around your clit to suck it hard into his mouth. What you’re not expecting is for two fingers to jab into you at the same time, spreading inside of you, loosening you up just enough to make your body shake underneath him. You’re dying to move, to get closer, deeper, anything, but Josh’s hold remains firm, fingers pressing in and out while you yank at his hair, eyes clamping shut.

At this point, if he continues like he is, you’ll be coming all over his face in no time, and as much as you would love that, your mind isn’t jumbled enough to forget the plan you’re following, so you tug at his hair, murmuring his name, building up your voice until he can here you, “Josh, Josh,”

“What is it baby?” The words are grunted against your cunt and you flinch when he licks up your slit.

“I need your cock.”

“Yeah?” He asks, kissing the side of your thigh.

You respond with a nod, breathing heavy while Josh sits back on his knees. You’re lying to catch your breath for a moment, but Josh is eager, unlike before, as he’s twisting you on the couch before you’ve had time to recover.

Your legs are pulled from under you, flipping you around onto your stomach like you’re nothing. His big hands dig under your skin to raise your hips and you stick your ass up for him, feeling like his personal doll as he positions you as he likes.

He lands a firm slap to your ass as he unbuckles his jeans, getting up momentarily to shove the materials down his legs and to the ground. He stops to pull a condom out of his wallet, ripping it open to slide onto himself. He slaps you again as he gets ready behind you, rubbing the head of his cock through your dripping folds.

“You need it, babe?” He asks, and you nod, looking back at him while you bite your lip. All you want is to feel him inside you, stretching you out while he fucks hard into you. “How bad, hey? Show me,”

When the words leave his mouth you know exactly what it is he wants, so you move back onto him, moaning loudly as he slips into you. Once you feel your ass pressed to Josh’s pelvis you move forward again, fucking yourself on his cock.

You repeat it a few more times before Josh gives in, his hands latching onto your hips firm enough to bruise as he pulls you back onto him, hips meeting yours in an unforgiving thrust.

Your skin is slapping against eachother, both of you moaning loud and uncensored. If he didn’t have noise complaints tomorrow you’d be surprised. The way he’s fucking into you is borderline violent, but you can feel his head swiping against your g spot everytime he pounds into you, and it feels so good that you can barely keep your eyes open, head falling onto the couch as you cry out.

“Fuck yeah,” Josh grunts, a hand coming to gather up your hair. He wraps it around his fist before pulling you up until your back is flush against his chest, his other arm moving to rest across your stomach while his fingers toy with your clit.

He’s hitting you from a new angle now, each thrust deeper than before and it literally feels like he’s railing into your cervix. Everytime his hips meet your ass the pleasure spreads out, like you’re being shocked with a defibrillator everytime he fucks into you.

You’re so focused on how good it feels that your muscles are barely supporting you anymore, and your head tips back to fall onto his shoulder as he rubs harder at your clit, bringing you closer to your orgasm as he starts to twitch inside you.

“C’mon baby,” He goads, “Cum for me. Cum on my cock.”

His words push you over the edge, and you’re mind goes blank while you struggle to breathe, body going limp against his.

He fucks you through your orgasm, and you shudder as you come down from your high, laying yourself down for a moment when you have more control over your limbs.

Josh pulls the condom off, tossing it into the garbage can beside the couch before dropping onto the cushions beside you. He tugs a blanket over the both of you, and your heart flutters a little. He looks so cuddley right now, and you’re so tired that all you feel like doing is curling against him.

But that’d be breaking the post nut clarity rule. Stupid fucking rule. You can’t get too close after you finish.

It’s hard to force yourself up, but you do it anyway.

“Thanks for that,” Josh jerks up as you stumble off the couch, brows furrowing while you pull your jeans up your legs.

“You’re... uh, leaving?” Josh asks, clearly expecting something else to happen.

“Yeah I should really get going.” You say the words with a gentle smile, trying not to sound smug even though that’s exactly how you feel.

“Oh sure. Okay.” He looks like he’s about to stand up but you stop him, placing a hand on his broad shoulder to support yourself while you lean down to kiss him quick on the cheek.

“I’ll text you when I’m home.” You say the words quickly as you turn, bee lining for the door before he can say anything else.

The entire way back to your place you’re buzzing, driving over the speed limit even though you’re not in a hurry, you’re just really excited to recite every single detail to Lindsay.

And apparently she’s excited too, cause she’s waiting on the couch for you when you walk through the front door, two glasses of wine on the table.

“Everything went according to plan,” You gloat, feeling sort of like an evil genius as you flop down onto the sofa.

“So if he’s where we want him you should have a text soon?”

You nod and Lindsay squeals, taking a sip of her wine she shakes her head at you. “Finessing a fuckboy. Man I’m proud of you for giving that boy what he deserves.”

Her words bring a dull queasiness to your stomach as you think them over in your head. Did he really deserve to be toyed with?

It was easy to shut your feelings off when you were with Josh. You were so focused on the physical side of things that you didn’t really see much of anything else, but tonight was different. He was playful, and polite, and he bought your favourite candy.

Looking over at Lindsay with weary eyes you tell her what you’re thinking, going into detail about the fuzzy peaches.

“Don’t get cold feet now,” She begs. “He’s nice to you because he has to be if he wants to keep getting laid. Don’t start thinking that he hasn’t looked through other girls instagrams too because he has. You said yourself, he’s a professional at this.”

Professional fuckboy.

You repeat the words over in your head with a sigh, nodding while you take a sip of your wine. “You’re right.”

After some more talk about the night you start an episode of New Girl, curling up under a blanket while you try not to look at your phone every thirty seconds.

If this worked, if everything went according to plan, Josh should have been waiting for a text from you, and because he never got one, he should be urging to send one himself.

But after three more episodes of New Girl it’s beginning to look like it hasn’t worked. And you’re beginning to feel more tired than disappointed, but you know that will change in the morning.

You’re so close to falling asleep when the sound of Lindsay shrieking jolts you right into a sitting position.

“Look!” She squeals, pointing at your lit up phone screen. Josh’s name is written across the top as it rings, and you turn to your friend with an accomplished look on your face, reaching for the phone.

“No don’t answer it!” Lindsay slaps at your hand and you turn to her, confused.

“What?”

“The podcast only said stuff about texting.” She explains. “I don’t know how to handle this.”

By the time you’re finished arguing, the call has already gone to voicemail, and you look at Lindsay with annoyed eyes, thinking you might have missed your shot.

“What if you text him in a few minutes and say something like, ‘you called?” She suggests, “It’ll make it sound like you’re completely oblivious.”

And it actually is a good idea. It’s just the right amount of innocence and ignorance to leave him confused. So you wait, and then send him a simple text.

Sorry, busy. You called?

His response is so fast it’s honestly laughable.

Yeah, you said you’d text when you got home, I was worried :(

You roll your eyes at the sad face emoji and flip the phone to Lindsay, giggling at her wide smile, watching another fifteen minutes of the sitcom before responding for the second time.

Oops, forgot!

The text bubble appears and disappears right away, and it happens a few more times before you finally get another message.

All good. Glad you’re home safe.

And then another not even five seconds later.

When can I see you again?

This was going almost a little too well.

[princess-faelivrin]

It’s a very abridged list of characters, BUT I wanted to make a post about my interpretations of some of the CoH characters despite the fact that Nobody Asked. Apologies in advance for 100000 blocks of text and yelling. 

TÚRIN

Call it projecting, ‘cause I guess it is, but Túrin has always been half-Asian in my head, in terms of appearance. I don’t know if I do a good enough job of showing it in my art, but Morwen reminds me of my Taiwanese mom and Húrin of my white-passing dad, so my Túrin takes after his mom. He’s stated to have grey eyes, so grey eyes he will have, but I tend to draw them dark enough that they almost look black. Aside from that, he’s tallish with unruly also-almost-black hair and a tendency to wear dark colors, which... might also be projection except for the tall part. It is what it is. 

Anyway, personality-wise... I mean this with all the love in my heart, but Túrin’s a dumb emo. Actually I partially take that back-- he’s a smart emo, smart and charismatic enough to be a natural leader with a good head for battle, but a ridiculous emo nonetheless. 

As stated in the Childhood of Túrin, he was kind of a weird kid, too old for his age and slightly unsettling, with a quick temper and an ability to hold grudges, but he cared deeply for the feelings of those around him and had a strong protective instinct for his little sis Lalaith. He’s also shown to have a leaning towards pity throughout his life, for anyone hurt or sad or at a disadvantage, which is really sweet and kinda makes me want to cry. 

Later on, Túrin is clearly pretty impulsive and can be ruled by anger, like when he smacked Saeros in the nose with a cup (which is valid) and lashed out at Beleg when he tried to give him bread. He felt bad about that second one pretty quickly, but I think it’s mentioned a couple times throughout CoH that people are scared of Túrin because of how quickly his mood can go south. 

On the other hand, despite the fact that he keeps directly and indirectly killing them, Túrin actually does really love his friends. Obvs he loves Beleg, and he loved Sador and probably Nellas too, and during the Nargothrond chapter he tries his best to look after Gwindor and Finduilas and try to figure out what’s making both of them so damned sad all the time. He fails, of course, because he’s too oblivious to notice the romantic tension so thick you’d have to use Gurthang to cut it, but he tries and that’s what counts. 

BELEG

I think it might just be because of fanart, but Beleg as I see him has silver hair. Between Beleg and Mablung, the consensus seems to be that one of them has dark hair and the other silver, so my Beleg is the silver one. I have actually no idea what color his eyes are, though. Hazel? Who knows. He’s taller than Túrin, that’s for sure, with long legs and broad shoulders. I like drawing him with a little white flower pin on his clothes. 

He seems to be a pretty cheerful dude, probably the most cheerful in all of CoH, which is good for him, I guess. He laughs when the outlaws see him and go “oh shit, who is that?” and lets them be in suspense for a second or two before going “haha, sike, it’s me! Beleg! I have food for y’all starving dudes.” Thus, he’s a good foil/companion to Túrin’s depressing nature and his death removes a lot of the scant happiness in Túrin’s life. 

Something I love about Beleg is that he’s very forgiving and just like... a ridiculously nice person for the situation. Beleg doesn’t hold anything against Túrin, doesn’t hold anything against Andróg either (which is pretty impressive,) and immediately decides to give Gwindor lembas and take him along for the ride after finding him under a tree in the forest. 

The big important thing to Beleg’s personality, imo, is that he’s very loyal (to Túrin specifically.) Despite being told it’s a dangerous idea, he goes and looks for Túrin in the wilderness, and even Thingol is well aware he won’t be stopped. It also outright says that where Túrin is concerned, Beleg “yield[s] to his love against his wisdom” to be with him. He’s straight up referred to as the most steadfast of friends, which is really sad because it’s like a sentence after he dies, but there it is-- Beleg is a good friend and a loyal one. 

TÚRIN’S FAMILY

I already mentioned the fact that Túrin’s family reminds me a lot of mine, which definitely influences my perception of them, but anyway: 

Morwen is a fairly angular lady, who has dark dark hair pulled into a chopstick bun behind her head and a pair of raven-feather earrings that gleam in low light. She’s the parent that Túrin got his unsettling edgy aura from, and her Displeased Face is enough to scare any intruder out of her house. She loves her kids and her husband, but she’s stern so sometimes it’s hard to tell. 

Húrin is the neighborhood guy who knows everyone and who everyone knows in return. He’s kind of a square-looking blond guy, like Van Hohenheim from Fullmetal Alchemist except happier and more of a jock. He apparently can play the harp, which is cool, and he probably has lots of stories from being out and about with the elf-host. He loves his kids and his wife and likes to joke around sometimes with Túrin because he’s so straightforward and less inclined to humor. 

Niënor outstripped her parents and her brother in height, and ended up the tallest of the family. She has her dad’s blonde hair, and is slightly more square shaped than her mom or her brother. She’s also half-Asian, but you have to squint. She doesn’t fight like her brother, and is acutely aware of the Túrin-shaped hole in her mother’s life and heart and the matching shadow cast over her own life. However unlike Túrin she is in some ways, she has the same occasional fiery stubbornness and penchant for anguished theatrics, albeit on a smaller scale. 

Lalaith... poor kid. She was charming and cute but didn’t last long. 

MABLUNG

My Mablung has wavy-ish dark hair in a similar style to Beleg’s, and has a slightly less willowy build, for lack of a better way to compare them. He’s got dark eyebrows to better express how utterly unimpressed he is with whatever dumb shit is going down in Doriath, and probably a few not-too-flashy piercings. He’s very dignified in posture and appearance, but not like... pretentious, because he fights people in the woods on a regular basis. 

Out of Túrin’s friends, Mablung is probably the most akin to the Responsible One, with Gwindor at a close second. He’s less willing than Beleg to drop everything for a friend, and requires more evidence to support it, but he’ll still do it after thinking it over and will probably beat himself up about not having gone for it sooner. 

On that point, poor guy takes too much onto his own shoulders and ends up feeling shitty and miserable when he fails at something that he could not have possibly succeeded at. This is demonstrated in terrible, heartwrenching fashion throughout the story, when Mablung asks Thingol to fire him because he lost Morwen and Niënor, to which Thingol says “what no, you’re too good, we need you” and Melian says “don’t feel too bad about it, ok?” (he ignores the last part and continues to feel bad enough about it that he looks for Niënor for Literal Years.) Also on that topic is the scene in which Mablung sees Túrin dead and stands there like some sort of Beleriand Benvolio, realizing that all his friends are dead and that “thus with words have I slain one that I loved.” 

NELLAS

I almost forgot her, can you imagine? You probably can, because she’s a minor character who disappeared like a third of the way through the story, but let’s not talk about that. She’s a forest girl, so I imagine she likes to wear a lot of nice leaves on her head, and/or make a bunch of flower crowns and then drop them in fright if anyone happens to find her in the process. She has dark brown hair and big, curious eyes, and is short and slight even by human standards. 

Nellas has... hardcore dirt lesbian energy. It’s implied that she had a crush on Túrin, but honestly, I doubt that very much. In my head, she and Túrin were just really close pals, and she taught him about how to live in the woods and how to rescue worms from the rain. Her moment of glory, basically, is going into the city once and immediately proceeding to freeze up from anxiety in front of the king. Is that a mood? Yeah and I love her. I hope she’s okay.  

ANDRÓG

I realize he’s another minor character, but he is a very compelling one to me specifically, so. As I imagine him, he’s a fairly lean young dude with a hungry-wolf look about him, which is sort of a mixture of desperation, suspicion, and plain snappishness. He has dark eyes and hair a little darker than what could be called ‘mousy brown,’ tied back in a short ponytail. He also has a frequent scowl and generally is a little bit scary, although he isn’t exactly physically imposing in the ‘tall and buff’ sense. 

There really is no other way to describe Andróg’s personality than ‘he’s a particularly mean tsundere.’ He’s just... full of rage and repressed Feelings for Túrin and possibly also Beleg. Unfortunately, these feelings manifest in Being A Bitch And Generally Not Nice. It takes him so long to admit he can’t actually hate Beleg that he literally just up and dies after doing one (1) nice thing. Why do I like him? It’s anyone’s guess tbh. 

GWINDOR

Ah... yes...... the character who nobody talks about but who I love with my whole heart and soul. To start off with appearance, the only canon things about what he looks like is that he has dark hair and looks older than he would otherwise because torture. Immediately post-imprisonment and during it, I imagine his hair is short, but beforehand and a while after, it gets back to being long. He has a bunch of scars from all that too, and generally has the bearing and amount of grey hairs as a substitute teacher who nobody listens to. I draw him with grey eyes usually, but saw @bisexualturin‘s hc of him having had violet eyes before and I’m kinda in love thanks. 

In terms of who he is as a person, we don’t know much of what he was like before the Nirnaeth, but as I see him, he’s always had a fiery streak and a slightly acerbic sense of humor. Being tormented for 14 years forced him to mellow out some, by which I mean a) how the hell are you supposed to keep your sense of humor after that and b) as shown in his arguments with Túrin over tactics, he’s now extremely wary of head-on battle. 

He’s fundamentally someone who wants the best for the people around him, and who loves both Finduilas and Túrin very much despite feeling hurt and miserable over the fact that his opinion is now worth nothing to those in charge and the sense that he’s not good enough for anyone (much less his two best friends) in his current state. Overall, his dying speech is emblematic of the very Oof Ouch and Complicated feelings he ended up having toward Túrin, namely “you’re a dumbass and probably should have listened to me, but I love you and I am going to try my damndest to give both you and Finduilas as much of a chance at life as I can, even here as I bleed out in your arms.” 

Which brings us to... 

FINDUILAS

Finduilas is sweet like honey chamomile tea and her whole being radiates soft sunlight. In my mind, she’s somewhat round-faced, with really fluffy golden hair, sparkly freckles on tan skin, and a liking for wearing light blue clothes that match her eyes. She smiles a lot and possibly gives off actual light??? Also my heart is full of affection for chubby Finduilas. General consensus is Soft. 

Canon-wise, whether she’s more introverted or extroverted is kind of up to interpretation, as all we’re really given is that she worries about Túrin when he’s out fighting and “wishe[s] not to add one tear to [Gwindor’s] suffering.” I tend to think of her as sunny and gregarious, with way more game than her dad, and with endless reserves of empathy, sympathy, and compassion for the people she loves. 

As a Finwean princess, she absolutely has the capacity for badassery, which makes me very into the idea of Túrin rescuing her post-Nargothrond as per Gwindor’s request and the two of them going on a road trip of doom. But unfortunately, we don’t get to see another side of her in the book. 

I usually just put the book down and cry after the sack of Nargothrond, so I’ll just do one more character: 

ORODRETH

Ok, so Finduilas has to have gotten her Vanyarin hair from her dad, clearly. But since Elves can probably change their appearances based on willpower to some degree, Orodreth’s hair is nowhere near as fluffy, and is a darker honey-blonde than Finduilas’ gold. He’s one of the plainest-looking Finweans by virtue of the fact that he perpetually has this look on his face that makes him seem like he wants to melt into the floor and go back to Aman. Which he kinda does. 

Unfortunately, Orodreth didn’t do much in the story except be a doormat to like five different people and then die, but I still like him for whatever reason. Way early on, before Húrin or his kids were a thing, Orodreth was still himself, aka someone who asked nicely for people to not make bad decisions, and predictably didn’t get listened to. Sure, some of Fëanor’s terrible boys took over his hidden elf city, but what was he going to do? Fight them? No. He’d rather just Not. 

...I feel bad for him. He literally did not ask for Any Of That. 

that’s all y’all, I am so sorry for making you read the entirety of the inside of my head as it has been for the past four months 

[worseandworser]

What doesn’t kill you

Chapter 1

This is a weird mix of ABO, chimera!Ed, and the werewolf!Ed, I guess.

Ship: RoyEd

Summary: “You were on a mission,” Ed turns to Alphonse, who carries on with the explanation, “There was this alchemist messing with chimeras, Brigadier general Mustang sent you there to check, and apparently you got caught up in a transmutation.”

Oh. That would explain why Edward can’t remember the basement.

Rating: Mature (chances of turning n/s/f/w)

Warnings/tags: AU, Post fmab, Pining, Scenting, Taller!Ed jhagdcfjh

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When the day ahead is not that promising and the bed seems to be the only one who truly understands you, waking up is quite a bother. The sensorial deprivation turns into a safe space, in which you have no obligations other than to carry on shifting between the cadence of dreams. Will you remember them? All those fragments conjured to keep your brain working even when the rest of you doesn’t?

No. That’s the first thing on Edward’s mind when his eyes snap open.

He doesn’t need to look around to know where he is — the roof is white and his clothes are not wool; where the fuck is his underwear? — because the room reeks. Of antiseptic and bleach and whatever other cleaning chemicals and… blood? It sure smells like it. And it’s a weird combo attacking Edward’s nostrils, so strong that it makes him gag.

“Brother?”

Edward blinks, trying to get his vision to work properly, and inhales deeply.

And there it is, a significant change. The hospital’s scent becomes background, almost completely overcome by another. This is one is much more pleasing, however, and Ed takes it in gladly. Orange juice, he muses; not oranges but specifically the juice and in some part of his brain there’s the question if it makes a difference. Apparently, it does.

Its calming effect is instantaneous, reducing the uneasy feeling of being in a hospital to mild annoyance. Edward raises his head looking for the source, only to find Alphonse slowly approaching the bed.

“Hey, Al.”

His voice is hoarse, a bit weak; Alphonse smiles relieved.

“How are you feeling?”

The scent is stronger now, and it fills Edward’s chest with something… comfortable. Like a favorite song or that book he’s read so many times he decorated several excerpts.

“Kinda nauseous, but fine, I guess.”

“Nothing hurts?”

“Nah, I’m alright.”

The younger Elric leans in, pressing his palm against Ed’s forehead as if checking his temperature. His brows are lightly furrowed, but Edward is still too sleepy to curse himself for making his brother worry.

“I’m going to call the doctor, just stay here, okay?”

Ed hums in response and relaxes against the cushions. The scent is so… nice. Comforting, like a hug, and it almost makes him forget that he should be antsy due to his current location.

The door clicks close and he is wrenched to wakefulness. Because suddenly it’s not there anymore.

Correction: it is — but it’s like a shadow, a faint reminiscent of what was once enveloping. Edward’s nose is filled with the disgusting hospital odor, and this is the moment he realizes it is abnormally intense. He has never been to a hospital this stinky, who the fuck brought him here? Stuck between anger and anxiety, Edward scrambles to a sitting position.

“Alphonse!”

His brother’s face pops up through a slight opening at the door, “Yes?”

Orange juice. Edward squints his eyes, and motions for the other to come closer. And Alphonse does, with the questions he doesn’t ask written all over his face. As soon he is within reach, Edward hauls him down by the lapels and breathes. Deeply, only a few inches away from Alphonse’s cheek.

“Brother?”

Edward lets go of him but maintain the closure. Sniffing and sniffing like a dog trying to understand…

“Are you wearing some kind of perfume?”

“I… don’t think so?”

“Did you drink orange juice today?”

“Not that I remember,” Alphonse arches his brows, “Why…?”

Another unusual scent reaches his nostrils, and Edward’s head immediately snaps to its direction. A woman enters the room, checking what looks like a notepad.

“Edward Elric, right?,” she leaves the papers on a desk and pulls a stethoscope from around her neck, “I’m Dr. Becker, I’m just here to ch—”

“Don’t touch me!”

At Ed’s aggressive tone, she jumps back two full steps.

Dr. Becker seems like a good person. She’s young, probably around her late twenties or early thirties, and has a focused expression that surely should transmit security to her patients. Brown eyes and curly hair, the latter tied on a tight bun on top of her head, the white hospital clothes contrasting with her dark skin. She just stands there and slowly raises her hands, as if to show she’s not here to inflict harm.

Except that Edward’s whole body scream that she is.

The scent is… threatening. There’s no other word for it. It’s like coconut but with a salty feel to it, like the smell of the Cretan sea. Those things are not nasty — actually, Ed likes both — but their combination on this specific person in this specific place makes Edward cringe. His muscles are tense and he grips the linens with such strength his knuckles go white.

“Brother, what are you doing?!” Alphonse sound distressed, but Edward is too involved with glaring at the woman in front of him to care.

Dr. Becker intervenes in a low voice:

“It’s okay, he’s still in shock.”

The fear subsides, substituted by curiosity, “In shock?! Why would I be in shock?”

“You don’t remember?”

“Not really.”

“You were on a mission,” Ed turns to Alphonse, who carries on with the explanation, “There was this alchemist messing with chimeras, Brigadier general Mustang sent you there to check, and apparently you—”

Edward winces. Yes, he remembers it now. All of the guy’s experiments had been with animals and — even if the morality of it is questionable — that is completely legal by Amestrian laws. However, he was a major freak and Edward recalls the man squirming when Ed asked to see the basement.

“—got caught up in a transmutation.”

Oh. That would explains why Edward can’t remember the basement.

He’s aware that his lack of reaction is not very helpful to prove that he’s not in shock but, well. Alchemical disasters have been a constant in Edward’s life ever since... always, perhaps. If Alphonse still has got a body and Ed’s limbs are all there then there’s not much to—

“Excuse my language, Doctor, but where the fuck is my leg?”

Becker looks at him with a puzzled expression, “You mean the automail? It was really yours? We had it detached since it was obviously not fit for you, I’m sorry.”

“The hell you mean with not fit, I have the best mechanic in the whole fu—”

“Brother!”

“What I meant, Mr. Elric,” her lips twitch in amusement, “Is that it was more than five centimeters too short for your stature.”

The world freezes. He watches her, eyes wide and jaw slack, searching for the joke — at any moment now she will snap, sike!, and start laughing maniacally. Except that she doesn’t; she holds his gaze with equal intensity.

“You’re messing with me.”

“She’s not,” intervenes Alphonse, “It probably happened because of transmutation, but I can’t be sure. The Brigadier general didn’t let me see the array.”

Edward stares at his lonely flesh leg in disbelief. More than five centimeters. That’s significant, isn’t it? He’s taller than Alphonse now, and that is surely more than he ever thought of accomplishing.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t be that happy yet, Mr. Elric. We have no idea what was done to you or the side effects, so we need you to be very careful and to warn us if you feel any different.”

Side effects, uh.

“I can smell things.”

Alphonse snorts, “Nice.”

“No!” Ed hissed, “I can smell things in a deeper sense like… I don’t know, heightened olfaction or some shit like that.”

Becker takes a few steps closer to the bed. Her scent is tolerable now, mixing with the others and softening. Edward tenses up anyway.

“Well, that’s new,” she says, “I’ve got patients who came out of alchemy accidents with fewer senses, but you’re the first one that tells me you have more.”

Her tone is not even teasing, but some part of Edward takes this as a personal insult and he growls:

“Then I guess you’re not the best one for this job, hm?”

The doctor arches a brow, giving Ed an unsurprised look, “Please, keep your rudeness to yourself, I’m just doing my work.”

Edward’s mood turns to the foulest possible in a matter of seconds. He hates hospitals and everyone involved with them, it’s not even personal. And it’s not his fault if Becker stinks. He is about to tell her that, when he catches a whiff of someone else.

He looks around, but there are only two people besides him in the room; the obvious conclusion is that it comes from the outside. It must be a strong one because the door is closed and yet it still finds its way to Ed’s nostrils. Edward takes a long breath, trying to pinpoint the exact substance, but his brain seems to not be working properly.

It’s good, really good, delicious, even. It makes him dizzy and warm, and he closes his eyes to concentrate on that pleasant feeling. Alluring, that’s the word. Edward wants to know where it comes from, so he can sink into this person and—

Oh no.

“I see you are finally awake, Fullmetal.”

The instant Roy Mustang steps into the room, Edward covers his face with his hands. However, it’s too late; the scent is everywhere, overpowering the others to the point Ed can’t smell anything but that. He reacts with such intensity… He is burning all over, drunk in the man standing by the door.

He’s consumed by the need to touch. To walk to Mustang and press him against his body, until the two of them merge together. He squirms at the thought, feeling the ghost of Roy’s skin underneath his fingertips. He needs.

“Get out!,” he manages to growl.

Mustang blinks at him, confused, “What happened?”

Oh god, his voice.

Edward is dying. He wants to shove Roy against the closest wall and just… shit. There are so many things he wants, all at the same time, and Roy is the protagonist of each one of them. He keeps chanting nonono because there’s this small part of him that insists that he shouldn’t. That it’s wrong to force your commanding officer onto his knees and—

Alphonse is shouting something and so is Dr. Becker and the last thing Ed remembers is a needle on his arm.