#he was so nice... i hope i get to bump into him again someday

[l1ghtn1ngstr1kez]

OH YEAH i almost forgot i met this really cool guy on the train back home yesterday. i doodled him on my notes app to de-stress and we actually got to talk a bit!

he had to get off before i got to ask what his name was though :[ but thanks for cheering me up a bit, blue stranger!

[plutoccult]

NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR LEVI

pairing: levi ackerman x gender neutral reader

description: modern au headcanons of levi as your next-door neighbor.

author’s note: HEY??? it’s been a long, long time. i’m not guaranteeing a comeback to this account, but i have missed posting on here. with the way my adult life has become, i don’t have the time to write like i used to, and i find myself caught up in other things now. i wrote these headcanons a long time ago, but with some changes. maybe someday i’ll write again! but for now, i hope you all enjoy, and i’ve missed you guys!!!!

tags: @solefleurs @heavenfilm @mayariviolet @todorokiskitten @jeanboyjean @cowgirlikets @dawnthequeen @urhotgfmelz @0p1umz @lykak

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— next-door neighbor levi who watched from his front porch with a cup of tea in hand as a handful of movers carried countless boxes into the house next door, the change all happening so fast after the old man who once inhabited it passed away.

— next-door neighbor levi who rolled his eyes upon realizing a young woman had taken over the property, anticipating nights where he struggled to fall asleep thanks to loud music blaring.

— next-door neighbor levi who wasn’t prepared for you to knock on his door, introducing yourself as his new neighbor and explaining that you had inherited your grandfather’s home after his death.

— next-door neighbor levi who felt bad for judging before ever meeting you, welcoming you to the neighborhood and keeping an eye on you from that moment forth, but not in a creepy way. it’s not like a soft spot for you had quickly developed. definitely not that.

— next-door neighbor levi who began to find himself saying good morning to you before you both left for work, you joking that the two of you “need to stop bumping into each other like this.” shockingly enough, levi laughed at such a joke, a rarity from him.

— next-door neighbor levi who noticed your lawn was an atrocious mess and feared you’d get a fine as a result, later knocking on your door and asking if you would like him to cut your lawn for you as he had a mower of his own. when you tried to offer him cash for doing such a thing, saying you had been trying to find someone to do it for ages, he refused, insisting it’s the neighborly thing to do.

— next-door neighbor levi who hated grass, but for some reason he didn’t mind getting a little messy if it was for your sake. it was all about keeping the neighborhood as clean as possible, right?

— next-door neighbor levi who was invited over for dinner after mowing your lawn. although hesitant, he accepted and later came over after washing the smell of grass off of himself.

— next-door neighbor levi who you noticed almost always wore a button up, even now as he entered your place with a bag of tea leaves, one you didn’t ask for him to bring. you were trying to do something nice for him in return for what he’s done for you, but he always seemed to keep on sharing the wealth.

— next-door neighbor levi who was amazed by your tea collection in the kitchen, you explaining how your grandparents loved to drink tea and that you probably got your love for it and also murder mysteries from them.

— next-door neighbor levi who found himself blushing around you that night, unable to pinpoint why he was feeling this way. he wanted to blame the burning sensation in his cheeks on the steaming ramen you cooked, which tasted absolutely delicious, by the way.

— next-door neighbor levi who stayed at your place past his typical bedtime, finding himself in the midst of a murder she wrote marathon with you close to midnight, only leaving because you realized how late the two of you had stayed up, knowing you both had to work the next day.

— next-door neighbor levi who knew after that night he had become smitten by you, but refused to do a thing about it. he didn’t want to end up ruining the friendship you were starting to build and turn into your creepy neighbor instead.

— next-door neighbor levi who tried his best to not overstep any boundaries, the only way he knew how being to keep his distance. he figured it was the safest way to go.

— next-door neighbor levi who hated moments not spent with you. as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was completely head over feet.

— next-door neighbor levi who was surprised on a sunday morning when you confronted him and asked if you did something wrong. he hadn’t realized his avoidance was so cold and regretted it upon seeing the frown on your face.

— next-door neighbor levi who knew he couldn’t run from these feelings he was saddled with any longer. the least he had to do was try, and if you were to say no, then so be it.

— next-door neighbor levi who confessed his attraction towards you, although looking away in shame as his face became scalding hot.

— next-door neighbor levi who was taken aback when you cupped his face so he could look at you, his shock even more evident when you kissed him on the cheek and said you were glad he felt that way.

— next-door neighbor levi who later down the line became boyfriend levi, eventually selling his home in favor of sharing one with you, his future wife.

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[sunseed-fandump]

Not Every Hand

Had a scene for the Liar's Circus AU pop into my head so I decided to write it out rq.

It's when Gingerbrave meets Dark Choco! Enjoy!

Gingerbrave wandered the dark halls alone. This was the palace the Enchantress had claimed as hers. It was kind of old and in need of a lot of loving care, but if he tilted his head just right, squinted his eyes, and imagined really hard, he could see how this would be a beautiful place again someday!

For now though, it was rather dark and dreary. Don’t get him wrong, Gingerbrave wasn’t afraid of the dark. There were plenty of dark places inside the Circus, after all. However, the tent felt a lot… Safer.

The darkness there was cozy, like a perfect summer’s night under the stars. The darkness here felt like it held malice. For who or what, Gingerbrave wasn’t sure, but he sure did hope none of it was directed at him.

Maybe he should have stuck with Strawberry and Wizard instead of going off on his own. If he was sensing this ominous feeling, then no doubt they were feeling it too. Ah, but Wizard Cookie had gone off to prove Licorice Cookie wrong about some sort of spell. Meanwhile Strawberry had taken to showing Poison Mushroom Cookie one of her games. Then there was the Ringmaster…

He’d been talking to the Enchantress for an awful long time by now. The two of them had shut themselves out on a balcony to discuss something important and haven’t emerged yet. Well… Nobody said making the world a better place would be easy. They were probably talking about all sorts of plans! Just thinking about the complexity of it made Gingerbrave’s head spin--

He bumped into something.

It felt as hard as a brick wall, but as he stumbled backwards he realized it was a cookie. He sort of recognized this stranger from when they had all been gathered earlier. The name escaped him, but Gingerbrave remembered him by his one striking red eye and the scar down the side of his face.

A hand caught his arm before he could go toppling over.

“Careful,” Muttered the stranger who helped Gingerbrave back to an upright position.

“Whoops! My bad…” Gingerbrave rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish grin, “Sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going! Thanks for the help. Er…” His smile faltered. The name was on the tip of his tongue...

“Dark Choco Cookie…” The stranger grunted, standing up straight. He seemed rather wary, but about what, Gingerbrave wasn’t sure.

“Thanks for the help, Dark Choco!” Gingerbrave’s sunny smile was wholly out of place in this dark castle. “I’m Gingerbrave, it’s nice to meet you!”

Dark Choco Cookie fixed the boy with an odd look. “You do not… Recognize my name?”

Gingerbrave took a moment to really think on it, his face scrunching up in a way he felt made him think better. After a beat, he shook his head. “Nope! Sorry. Should I?”

A bitter chuckle escaped the dark prince. “No, I… Am rather glad you don’t.” He wouldn’t be surprised if his father had stricken every record of him. “Plus, I suppose you would be a bit too young to have experienced it. Someone who’s only a decade old would not have been around for--”

“Wait, do I really look like I’m ten?!” Gingerbrave cut him off with surprise. Dark Choco faltered and took a moment to reassess the cookie before him.

For all intents and purposes, Gingerbrave looked and acted like a child around ten years of age. Unless, he had been distanced from normal society for so long he was starting to lose track of how proper aging was supposed to look…

“My apologies. I should not have assumed.” Dark Choco said instead, “How old are you?”

“Well… Let’s see…” The boy took a moment to do the math in his head, then redid it while counting off on his fingers to double-check his work. “I’d say… About a year? Year and a half?” When he looked back up at Dark Choco he was met with an astonished expression. The fallen prince’s eye was blown wide and his jaw had gone slack.

“But… There is no way that could be…” He muttered before realization dawned on him, “Unless… Were you baked by a Witch?” He whispered the word Witch as if afraid the shadows would hear him.

Gingerbrave nodded, “My friends Wizard Cookie and Strawberry Cookie were baked around the same time. Sooo, they’re around the same age!”

“I… See…” Dark Choco took a moment to regain his composure. He had heard legends of cookies baked by Witches hands. How they either had strange destinies or were gifted unique powers. The tales and whispers never stayed the same between storytellers, but one thing remained the same: they were forces to be reckoned with.

And yet this child seemed so… Innocent. So kind. His eyes lacked any form of shadow or guilt. Dark Choco couldn’t help but be ever so slightly jealous.

The sword at his side felt heavier.

“Allow me to offer you a piece of advice…” Dark Choco Cookie let his cloak fall closed. “Keep the knowledge of your origin close to you. There are many who would seek to abuse it.”

Gingerbrave fidgeted with his gloves and bounced on his feet. The boy seemingly couldn’t sit still for more than a few minutes at a time. Fitting for - if Dark Choco recalled correctly – an Acrobat.

“Yeah… The Ringmaster told that to me too. Something about how some cookies might want to hurt us or study us or something…” His distracted look turned into a warm smile a moment later. “But, you seem nice! So I trust you.”

Trust… Trust was the last thing Dark Choco Cookie felt like he deserved.

“Not every hand that is extended to you, is a kind one…” The fallen prince grumbled, but he knew it was probably falling on deaf ears.

“I… Don’t understand…” Gingerbrave’s brow furrowed.

He scoffed. Of course… “I’m saying, evil has many faces. Some harder to spot than others. You would be best to learn the difference between an ally and an enemy.”

Gingerbrave thought deeply on this advice for a moment. He still didn’t entirely get it. Bad guys usually did… Well… Bad things. And they liked doing the bad things! And they didn’t really help others so…

“Do you wanna be friends?” The question caught Dark Choco, who had begun to walk away, by surprise.

“… What?”

“You helped me not fall down and gave me some good advice!” Gingerbrave concluded with a confident nod, “You’re a good guy. So let’s be friends!”

He almost wanted to laugh. A good guy. If he was such a good guy then why did the weight of his sins threaten to crush him? Why was he here instead of anywhere else? Why had he betrayed the trust of everyone he had ever known?

Dark Choco did not believe he was a good guy.

And yet… Something about the boy’s innocent declaration made a small part of his frozen heart thaw. That small part of him who wanted to escape this nightmare, who wanted to leave his dark path, who still dared to hope, stirred at the thought that maybe… Just maybe…

He stomped on the emotion before it could turn into anything else.

Dark Choco Cookie didn’t respond. He turned his back and began walking away.

“Uh…! Okay! I guess I’ll catch you later Dark Choco Cookie!” Gingerbrave called after him. “You should come watch me and my friends practice later! It’s going to be cool! Bye!”

And like that the boy was gone, having taken off in the direction he had come.

Dark Choco Cookie sighed, suddenly feeling wound up. He changed his course to the training grounds, hand already itching at the hilt of his sword so he could let out this pent-up energy.

Just a child walking down a fool’s path… He wondered if his father had seen him the same way.

[hyperfixatedonthisnow]

You Belong to Me

*Not my GIF

This is the first thing I’ve written in years but Shadow and Bone (and particularly Nikolai Lantsov!) is my new hyperfixation and I had the urge to write something, so here we are. Based on the prompt: “Mine.” “Say it again.” which I got from tumblr forever ago.

Summary: Reader is in an established relationship with Nikolai and they get jealous seeing someone else flirting with him so they decide to remind him who he belongs to. Turns out the King finds jealous/possessive reader a turn on, who would have guessed?

Word count: 2K

Warnings: NSFW - 18+ only. A tiny hint of a plot but really it’s just smut, hand job, jealousy/possessiveness, slight praise kink if you squint, reader can be any gender you like, I’ve left it deliberately vague for your reading pleasure :)

The grand ballroom was so full that you could barely move an inch without bumping into a visiting noble, courtier or ambassador of some sort. Musicians were playing at one end of the room and waiters flitted about with trays of champagne.

You scanned the crowd in an effort to locate the King. Your eyes found him finally near of the centre of the room, surrounded by young ladies and you sighed, because of course he was. You had only left Nikolai’s side for a few minutes, but that was all it took for the vultures to descend. You supposed you couldn’t really blame them, he was gorgeous. Intelligent and charming too. Wherever he went, people were drawn to him like moths to the proverbial flame. Your relationship with the King had started many years before, when he was just a wayward second son with little hope of ever inheriting the throne and though his circumstances had now changed, your love for each other remained stronger than ever. Nikolai could be a bit of a flirt, but you trusted him implicitly. You knew without a doubt that anyone trying to tempt him would fail. He would be going home with you, still that didn’t stop the surge of jealousy that burned uncomfortably in your stomach as you made your way across the room to join the group. Nikolai’s eyes lit up as he saw you approach and he reached for you immediately, wrapping his arm around your waist without even the slightest hint of hesitation. You watched with a perverse sense of satisfaction as obvious disappointment flitted over the faces of his companions and several of the ladies politely excused themselves, quickly losing interest now they knew for certain that the King was taken. The last young lady however, was not so easily deterred. She looked you up and down with barely concealed distaste as Nikolai made the formal introductions and then finally she offered you a saccharine smile - entirely for his benefit you assumed, since it was obvious that it pained her to do so. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you said, smiling brightly. You would be nice if it killed you. It would only cause problems for Nikolai if you went around being rude to his guests, regardless of wether they deserved it or not. The other woman made no response, already turning her attention back to the King as if you hadn’t even spoken. Apparently she didn’t share your concerns about rudeness. Nikolai cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence, “Miss Antonova was just telling me about her home in Kerch.” “Oh yes,” Miss Antonova exclaimed, twirling a lock of her dark hair around her finger, “As I was saying, you must come for a visit, your highness. I know my father would be honored to host you.” “What a generous offer,” Nikolai smiled, “perhaps we may take you up on it someday.” The young woman beamed at him, pleased with his response. “We could make it one of the stops on our honeymoon,” you suggested, just to watch her face fall. “Absolutely not. I should not consider our honeymoon a success if we are to be fit for company at any point,” Nikolai grinned impishly and you shook your head fondly, a blush spreading across your cheeks at the implication. You could feel Miss Antonova glaring daggers at you. “Well, perhaps you could make the trip to Kerch on your own instead, moi tsar,” she simpered, batting her eyelashes at him, “I would be happy to volunteer as your personal guide.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "I bet you would,” you muttered quietly under your breath, though not quietly enough if Nikolai’s sudden coughing fit was any indicator. Miss Antinova moved closer to him, her face creased in concern, “Goodness, are you alright?” She asked, laying a hand on his arm. You glared at her, touching the King was in no way appropriate. Nikolai gave you a look, shaking his head minutely - a gesture you knew to mean leave it alone. So you bit your tongue even though you wanted to tell her off. “Yes, I’m quite well,” Nikolai assured her once he had recovered, “My apologies.” Despite his reassurance, and the heat of your still disapproving glare, she did not move away or remove her hand. Instead, she moved further into his personal space, close enough to be considered indecent in your opinion. Her delicate hand curled around his clothed bicep. You struggled to fix a polite smile on your face when in your head you were fantasizing about breaking her fingers one by one. “Oh my, you have very strong arms,” she gushed and this time you did roll your eyes. For Saints sake. Nikolai met your gaze over the top of her head and you saw amusement dancing in his eyes. “I work out from time to time,” he told her with a wink, “It’s important to keep my army training up to date.” Miss Antonova giggled girlishly, as if he had said something ridiculously funny, and you decided that was quite enough. “I’m sorry but you’ll have to excuse us,” you stated bluntly, “the King has an urgent, private matter to attend to immediately.” Rather than wait for a response, you turned and firmly grasping Nikolai’s hand, pulled him away and across the crowded room towards the door. Although he could easily have escaped your hold if he had wanted to, Nikolai followed you without complaint, allowing you to lead him out of the ballroom and through the Palace hallways as though he were a boy rather than the King. Entering his chambers you made sure to lock the door behind you and then you stalked towards him, forcing him backwards until his back hit the wall behind him. “Something wrong, my love?” He asked, an amused little smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. “The audacity of that woman,” you grumbled, “Mooning and flirting, and touching you! As if I wasn’t standing right there.” “Oh, I don’t know,” he mused, eyes sparkling with affectionate humor, “I thought she was just being friendly.” “Friendly? She was all over you!” you objected. “Maybe a little bit,” he conceded with a slight tilt of his head, his smirk widening. “But you know that I would never accept her advances, or anyone’s for that matter,” he insisted earnestly as he reached out to tuck a loose lock of hair behind your ear, “So what does it matter?” “I didn’t like it, Kolya,” you muttered irritably, yanking at the knot of his cravat in an effort to remove it and almost choking him in the process. “Really?” he chuckled, “I hadn’t noticed.” He batted your hands away so he could loosen the offending item himself, pulling it free of his collar and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt as he went. You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s not funny.” He hummed in agreement as he dipped his head to kiss you, slow and sweet, just a soft brush of his lips over yours, but your were in no mood for romance. You nipped at his bottom lip impatiently, licking hot and demanding into his mouth when he opened up to you. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as you threaded your fingers through his hair, kissing him hungrily and sucking on his tongue before you surfaced for air. You kissed an open-mouthed line across his jaw and down his throat, pausing to nip and suck at his pulse point. “Ah. Not above the collar,” he reminded you gently. You huffed, pressing yourself tighter against him and wedging a knee between both of his so that your thigh was pressed against his crotch. He was already hard and knowing it was because of you - not her - tempered your jealousy a little. Nosing down into the collar of his shirt to reach the juncture of his shoulder, you sucked a stinging bruise into his skin. His hips bucked in response. You couldn’t help but smile as you admired your handiwork, a surge of possessiveness rolling through you. “Mine,” you murmured as you laved your tongue over the offending mark. Nikolai groaned low in his throat, rutting against you more insistently. “Say it again,” he gasped. His voice was rough with arousal and you lifted your head to regard him, surprised by his reaction. You felt a heady rush of power as you looked him over. His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated with lust. His lips were shiny and kiss–swollen and his face was flushed, a deep blush spreading from the tips of his ears all the way down to his chest. You had barely started and he was already wrecked. “You belong to me,” you purred in his ear, nuzzling at his throat as you reached a hand between you to stroke him through his pants. He made an involuntary keening sound, his eyes slipping closed as he pushed himself into your palm. “No one else gets to touch you like this, do they?” He shook his head frantically, hips straining towards you, desperately seeking more friction. You sighed, feigning disappointment. “I can’t hear you,” you chastised, “Use your words Kolya." “No,” he breathed, “only you.” “That’s right,” you agreed, smiling against his skin.

You rewarded him by freeing him from his pants and he moaned as you used the precum that had gathered at the head of his cock to slick your palm. He laid his forehead against yours, opening his eyes so that he could follow the movement of your hand as you jerked him in a firm, fast rhythm until he was panting. When you knew he was near his peak, you lifted your head to meet his eyes. “Mine,” you whispered possessively, a seductive smile on your lips. He shuddered, his head dropping to your shoulder and his hands tightening on your waist as he came with a soft cry, thick stands of cum covering your hand and the front of his shirt. He slumped against the wall, boneless in the aftermath of his orgasm. “Well,” he said breathlessly, “that was..,” “Intense? Incredible? Life changing?” you suggested helpfully, and he snorted a laugh. “I was going to say unexpected, but those work too.”

You brought your clean hand up to his throat, running your thumb over the dark bruises you had left just below the line of his collar. "I'm afraid I've made quite a mess," you said, "I'm sorry." And you were, now that the bitter sting of jealousy had faded and you had returned to your senses.

"Don't be. I don't know if you could tell but I rather liked it," Nikolai grinned, "and besides, I've made a mess of you too, so I'd say we're even."

"I suppose that's true," you agreed, bringing your hand up to your mouth. Your tongue snaked out to gently lap the remains of his release from your fingers and he groaned, scrubbing a shaky hand across his face. “You’re trying to kill me,” he accused and you laughed as you leaned in to kiss him. Nikolai pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss but keeping it sweet and unhurried.

"Give me a moment to recover and I'll repay the favour," he promised.

[edosianorchids901]

Tomorrow's Not the Same

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "ten years later"

Nothing made Crowley sadder than seeing Aziraphale cry.

His own life sucked half the time, sure. Constant surveillance, perpetual fear that he was gonna be tortured for a minor fuckup, and orders to observe the worst humanity had to offer. But he was used to that, could handle it through a combination of rage, creative thinking, and buckets of alcohol.

He never got used to seeing Aziraphale cry. It broke his heart every damn time.

Slowly, Crowley sank down on the park bench. Aziraphale sat in his usual spot, hands folded, head down. Slow, steady tears rolled down his cheeks and dripped off his chin.

“Hey,” Crowley murmured, unsure what else to do. “You called?”

Lip wobbling, Aziraphale nodded. He didn’t look up, teary eyes firmly fixed on the path in front of them. “Y-yes. I’m sorry. I know it’s an imposition.”

“It’s definitely not an imposition. All part of the Arrangement, yeah?” Hesitant, Crowley edged a little closer, close enough that his arm bumped into Aziraphale’s. “So. What’s up?”

“Bullies,” Aziraphale said, and started to cry harder.

Oh shit. Crowley was awful at this, didn’t have the vaguest idea how to really comfort him. Demons weren’t hardwired for comfort, and thousands of years of constant danger made it loads harder to reach out. Demons weren’t supposed to be soft or gentle.

He patted Aziraphale’s arm awkwardly, chest tight. “M’ sorry. Had a review today, yeah?”

Aziraphale nodded and sobbed again. The brilliant glow of his warm, angelic presence dimmed with sorrow. If he had manifested his wings, they would be drooping. “I-I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t refer to the Archangels as bullies, but…”

“I’m not gonna tell anyone.” Crowley gave a reassuring smile even though Aziraphale wasn’t looking at him. “I’ll call ‘em worse things, how’s that? Massive fucking wankers, bastards who love feeling superior…”

“Crowley!” A smile tugged at Aziraphale’s lips for just a split second. “How dare you say such things?”

“How dare I indeed.” Crowley slid his hand down, nervous, and wrapped it around Aziraphale’s plump fingers. This really wasn’t demonic, but he had to do something. “Lemme guess. Gabriel was an arsehole?”

“You could say that. I-I mean, I can’t, but you could.” Aziraphale sniffled, turning his hand to hold Crowley’s. “It just all feels so hopeless. I used to hope things would get better, but…”

Crowley’s own reserves of hope had been at catastrophic lows, with Armageddon approaching. But anger burned through him, and he seized on it with relief. “They will get better. I promise, Aziraphale. Someday, it’s all gonna be better.”

Aziraphale gave him a skeptical look, holding onto his hand tighter. “I don’t see how. But I appreciate the attempt to cheer me up.”

---

Ten years later

“Crowley! We’re going to be late!”

Crowley pushed the blanket out of his face, blinking blearily. Aziraphale stood beside the bed, arms crossed, pouting. “Mmnnrghk?”

“You promised to take me out for a very nice walk today, remember?” The pout gave way to an annoyingly perky smile. Damn him for never sleeping and always being alert. “It’s getting a bit late in the morning, and I’ve got our picnic all together. So, up you get!”

Still beaming, Aziraphale poked Crowley in the ribs. Crowley snarled and slithered deeper under the blankets.

After being prodded a few more times, he gave up and flung the blankets back, then swatted Aziraphale’s hand away. “Nrgh, stoppit! Awake now, aren’t I?”

“Yes, you are.” Aziraphale swooped in and kissed his forehead, then seized his hand and pulled him out of bed. “Come along, now. No more dawdling!”

“Hrrng.” Still blinking sleepily, Crowley flicked a quick miracle at himself, exchanging his comfy sleep clothes for a more typical outfit. He looked around, bleary. “Where’s sunglasses?”

“With the picnic basket.” Aziraphale pulled him resolutely through their cottage to the kitchen, where he gave Crowley a pleading look. Crowley sighed, put his sunglasses on, and picked up the basket. “There, delightful! Ready?”

“No.”

Aziraphale pulled him outside anyway, and Crowley lost his battle against a smile. This was a little bit ruder than Aziraphale’s usual wake up calls, but the sheer amount of enthusiasm made up for the lack of snuggling and gentle coaxing towards consciousness. Maybe they could make up for the snuggling after the picnic.

Together, hand in hand, they strolled across the rolling green of the South Downs. Crowley’s lingering sleepiness warmed to a quiet contentment. No alarm bells going off inside his head, no worries about someone swooping down on them. Just him, his angel, and freedom.

“That looks like a good spot,” he said, pointing to one of the roughly two hundred picnic spots they frequented. “Sound good?”

Beside him, Aziraphale sobbed.

Alarmed, Crowley twisted towards him, immediately pulling him into a hug. “Angel, what’s wrong?”

“N-nothing’s wrong!” Aziraphale nuzzled into his shoulder, arms locked tight around his waist. “That’s why I’m c-crying. I’m so happy, Crowley. I feel so lucky that we can have this life.”

The moment of panic faded, and Crowley brushed a kiss to Aziraphale’s head. “Me too.”

“And you were right, you know,” Aziraphale said, pressing even closer. “When you told me things would get better someday, I didn’t believe you. But you were right.”

Crowley smiled, his own tears welling. “’Course I was right. I made a promise.”

Crowley held his angel close, rocking him slowly as the emotions resonated between them. It was still hard to see Aziraphale cry. But these days, they were usually tears of happiness.

[lovinkiri]

Undercover Wild Cat, Chapter Twenty-Four: Series Finale

Description: It's time to move into the dorms. The students may have triumphed over many struggles, but they still have a long way to go. For now, all they can do is move forward. Sasha laughs and cries in this chapter as opens up her heart to her friends.

Warning: None.

Art Credit: @.jabberwockyface

OC Credit: @jix-the-dragon

Sasha sighed softly, standing in the doorway of her bare bedroom. Naomasa had just finished bringing the last of her things down to his car and was making sure everything was accounted for. Most of her things were already at the school, but she had a few more boxes. In the meantime, he insisted Sasha have a moment to part ways with her old bedroom. At first, she thought he was being silly, but now that she was standing there, it felt right.

Walking over to the window that used to sit above her desk, she smiled. She remembered sneaking out to do extra training, despite Naomasa telling her to rest. She’d always wake up sore, and it didn’t take long for Naomasa to catch in. When he did, she got a good scolding. That night, Naomasa checked in on her every ten minutes to make sure she’d actually fallen asleep. She felt so bad for keeping him awake that she stopped doing it, and that problem was put to rest.

“I guess I really was a brat, huh?” She murmured softly, placing a hand on the glass, which was covered in a thin veil of dust. She began to think about how she’d have to clean it later, but then she remembered that this wouldn’t be her room later.

“You’re telling me.” Naomasa said from behind her. When she turned to look at him, he was already walking towards her. He smiled down at her, gently bumping his knuckle against her jaw. “I knew having a kid would be interesting, but every day was something else with you around. I don’t regret it but I wouldn’t do that again.”

She gave him a small smirk, nudging him. “Yeah? You’re still young, Nao. Don’t you want kids of your own someday?” She asked, looking back at the window. She remembered hoping for years that Nao would give her a little sister or brother, a friend. Now that she had friends, she’d given up that wish, but the thought was still nice.

He roughly ruffled her hair, smiling as she huffed through her nostrils. “What are you talking about? You are my kid, Sasha.” He said, pulling her into a hug with one arm. “And I’m not even done raising you. It’s way too early to be thinking about another kid.”

She hugged him back, leaning her head against his shoulder. They settled into a comfortable silence before she began speaking again. “... I’m gonna miss you. I’m going to miss my room too. And this house.” She admitted, glancing up at him. 

Nodding, he looked back at her. “Not going to be the same around here without you sneaking up on me. Guess I’ll just have to get used to peace… That’s a scary thought.” He joked. They shared a laugh, Sasha sticking out her tongue before he continued. “Alright, alright, I’ll be serious. The peace that I know is coming really is scary though. I’m not sure if I’m ready for a quiet house. To be reminded of my life before you.”

Her expression changed as she watched him worriedly. Naomasa hadn’t told her he was feeling this way before, and she’d asked about his feelings plenty of times. Reading her expression, he finished his thought. “Don’t worry, Sasha, I want you to do what’s best for you. That’s what you’re supposed to do as a kid, it’s your job. Just don’t forget to visit.”

She reached up a bit to point at him. “I’m not the only one who has to open up, it seems.” She said, poking his shoulder gently so as to not hurt him with her claws. “You can share your feelings with me too, Nao. We’re a team. We always will be.”

He agreed under his breath, a smile widening into a small grin. “I’ll work on that. You have my word, Sasha.” He removed his arm from her shoulder, placing a hand over his heart as if taking an oath. The sight made Sasa giggle a little, something Nao was proud of. Most parents couldn’t talk to their teenagers, let alone make them laugh. He was lucky to have a special bond with such a special daughter

The thought reminded him of something. Walking back to the door, he began examining the door frame. On it, Sasha’s heights throughout her years of living with Naomasa were marked with her claws. It almost felt like he was seeing her grow up again.

Sasha joined him and pointed to the line at the very bottom. “I can’t believe I was ever that small. Promise me you’ll never paint this frame, Nao.” She smiled fondly, running her fingers over the wood.

He crouched to get a better look and was immediately hit with nostalgia, reminiscing on when he had to kneel to be on eye level with her. “Of course, I promise. You were adorable back then. You know, your mom and dad used to call you their cub. Your father in particular couldn't get enough of how cute you were. He carried photos of you and your mother everywhere.” Naomasa laughed fondly.

Sasha paused for a minute to think. She could never forget her father, but it’d been so long since she spoke about him. Though Naomasa was her dad, her father would always hold a place in her heart, and vice versa. Naomasa was best friends with her father when he was alive, so both of them knew that the man wouldn’t want things to be any other way. 

Her father was just as amazing as her mother. He was quite the affectionate man. While her mother was a sweet and passionate woman, her father was always able to keep himself more reserved. Sasha could faintly remember staying at hotels temporarily while her parents carried out missions. Important people would drop by and while her father was able to put on a stone face, her mother’s body language was difficult to control. In Particular, she had a hard time controlling her ears and tail. Sasha worked hard to control that herself, and even she slipped up from time to time.

Suddenly, Naomasa looked like he remembered something. “Oh, right, I wanted to show you something. Stay put, I’ll be right back.” Standing upright again, he briskly exited the room.

Sasha was left wondering what he left to retrieve. It was probably a parting gift. Something practical, something she could use often. Knowing Naomasa, she’d bet her claws that it was something like a humidifier. He mentioned her needing one the day Aizawa and All Might stopped by to get Naomasa’s blessing to move her into the dorms.

As she waited, she took another look at the door frame, caressing every mark for every birthday she spent with Naomasa. She remembered the first time Naomasa mentioned something about needing a way to mark her height, and her first thought was to use her claw to indent it instead of a marker. She was only trying to help, so Naomasa wasn’t exactly angry. He simply explained to her that it wouldn’t be too much trouble to grab a marker from his desk. Still, he let it go quickly when Sasha looked at him with her wide, innocent eyes. It was like trying to scold a kitten, so of course he let her continue to mark her height with her claws, especially if it made her happy.

She giggled at Naomasa's face after every party flashed in her mind. For the first couple of years, he would slump his shoulders and sigh deeply at the sight of his chipped door frame. After she turned ten years old, he didn’t seem to care as much though. If anything, he seemed to find it endearing. 

Just then, he walked back into the room with a small wooden box and a humidifier. The sight of the small machine made her laugh, grinning up at his confusion. “A humidifier!” She exclaimed, almost excited to be right. She didn’t expect it to be so spot on, it was quite a surprise for her.

Raising an eyebrow, he watched her before shaking his head. “You’re a weird kid, you know that?” He sighed, smiling fondly as she stood from her crouching position. “Normal kids say “Oh, thank you for the humidifier, kind father figure who only wants for me to be able to breathe fresh air”. But not Sasha. Sasha laughs.”

His words made her laugh harder and she waved away his concerns. “No, no! It’s not that, I promise. I just.. I was trying to guess what it would be and a humidifier was my first thought. Because you’ve always been good at getting me things I need.” She pointed out. While that wasn’t exactly why she guessed it would be a humidifier, that was part of the reason. She liked how predictable his gifts were, but she wasn’t sure if he’d take that as a compliment.

He smiled at her words, as if proud of himself. That was just the compliment he needed to hear today, that he had always given Sasha what she needed growing up. He felt a little better about letting her leave the nest. Or rather, leave the leap (group of leopards) was a better expression. 

“Well, that’s not the only thing I have for you.” He said, handing her the items. The humidifier sat on top of the box that she now recognized as an old lunch box with the design of a cute little cartoon kitten. It was obvious that it was old because of how worn it looked, even though it was obvious Naomasa had dusted it off. “Don’t open that until you get to your new dorm. Something tells me you’ll want privacy. Or maybe it’s time to let your friends help you through this now, all of them.”

She raised an eyebrow, blinking up at him owlishly before staring at the lunch box once more. “Alright… But where’d this come from? Never seen it before around the house or in the attic.” She pointed out, rubbing her thumb over the metal lunch box. She was gentle when handling it, scared it would fall apart if she wasn’t.

Standing up, he checked the time on his watch. “Speaking of which, it’s about time to go. Let’s get to the car and get you to your new home, kid. New beginnings and all that, right?” He said nudging her and walking out of the room, shaking his head at how behind schedule they were now.

She hummed softly, looking over the room once more. As sad as it was, Naomasa was right. This wasn’t the end, it was the start of something fresh. She would miss Naomasa and her room, but she could get closer to her friends now. She would get to share a routine with them, a life. The thought brought a grin to her face.

“That’s right, Nao,” She started, walking towards the door to follow him. Reaching up, she flicked the light switch off and walked out, not looking back. “New beginnings.” She finished softly.

- One Hour Later, UA High School -

All of Class 1-A stood together at the entrance of the dorm building. She stood in the back, admittedly a little nervous. She was worried that after everything, the others would have some discomfort around her. The problem was she wasn’t the tallest, so she couldn’t get a good look at the building or their instructor. Instead, she found herself staring at her shoes.

Suddenly, her hand was grabbed. When she looked up, Eijirou was grinning at her. She couldn’t understand how someone’s smile could make the day seem so brighter. Something about Eijirou made her heart and her worries feel so much lighter. He truly was a ray of sunshine for her, and for everyone around him.

“What are you doing back here? You can’t see a thing, Sash.” He said, gently tugging her upfront. He chuckled as her eyes widened in surprise. He’d have to tell her all about how cute she was later. “C’mon, let’s see what Aizawa’s got to say. Don’t be shy.”

She gave a small nod and gave him a smile of her own, locking their fingers. Now that she thought about it, she’d get to see Eijirou’s smiling face every day too. She would get to watch movies with him, eat with him, and talk with him whenever. This was just getting better and better. 

“Thanks, Ei.” She murmured, leaning her head against his shoulder affectionately. When they reached the front, Denki looked at them and gave Sasha a wink. She couldn’t help the pink blush that fanned across her cheeks and she stuck her tongue out at him, much to his amusement. 

“Looks like we all got permission to move into the dorms.” Sero said with a grin, the rest of their classmates agreeing. A few, like Hagakure, mentioned how their parents weren’t easily convinced. Sasha understood that though. She hadn’t expected Naomasa to give in as quickly as he did. She definitely didn’t think everyone in their class would get permission after everything that had happened. Yet here they all were, still going strong, everyone together again. 

Now that she thought about it, this was the first time the entire class had been together in one place since they first went to the training grounds in the woods. When they left, they were short one member. With that in mind, she glanced over at the ash-blonde hothead, who seemed to be getting bored. Suddenly, they met eyes, and he seemed to immediately make a face. She held back laughter as she looked away. 

Same old Bakugou. Still, she was grateful for it.

“It’s nice to see that the teachers came back.” Tsuyu said, looking at Aizawa again. “I was worried. After the press conference, it seemed like no one was happy with you guys.” She pointed out. 

Sasha nodded. “Yeah. I can’t believe you guys were forced in such a tight corner like that. You guys didn’t deserve to be treated like that. They were looking at you guys like it was all your fault.” She said, getting annoyed at the thought. The heroes were always fighting for the citizens, but the citizens had never been quick to fight for the heroes. Sometimes, it truly seemed like a thankless job, despite all of the fans. Still, the heroes always gave it their all to protect those around them, and to save lives. And that was a path Sasha was ready to go down no matter what.

“As you’re teachers, we are responsible for you all when you’re under our care. As far as we are concerned, we could have done better.” Aizawa seemed to sigh when remembering the aftermath of the press conference. Sasha concluded that it must have been very tiring for Aizawa, all of the meetings and conferences. “As for our return, I was surprised too. I suppose it was just easier to allow the teachers to return rather than replace the entire faculty.”

Sasha understood what Aizawa was saying. Still, she felt guilty. Some of this had been her fault, after all. Yet because she was a part of the commission and still a student, not a word of her part in it got out. If it ever did, she couldn’t imagine she’d have an easy time becoming a hero, no one would trust her. But being responsible and seeing others pay for it didn’t feel great. 

“Now, I’ll explain how your dorm assignments will work shortly, but first things first, I haven’t forgotten about the provisional licenses you were supposed to get at the training camp.” Aizawa’s next words sparked excitement. Sasha realized that with her connections with the commission severed, she would need a license of her own. She figured they probably prepared one for her at some point, not having known she was undercover. 

It seemed like Sasha wasn’t the only one to forget about the licenses either. The entire class seemed to be surprised, but she couldn’t blame them. So much had happened, the day they arrived at the training camp felt like so long ago. The original; objective was to get provisional licenses, but it had shifted, the objective becoming survival. As for Sasha, Eijirou, Izuku, Iida, Todoroki, and Momo, their objective had shifted again, to a rescue mission.

Aizawa began to talk again. “Listen well. What I’m about to say is very important.” He said, gaining everyone’s attention. One by one, he called the names of all six of the students involved with saving Bakugou. Eijirou and Sasha exchanged a nervous look before returning their gaze back to their teacher just as he started speaking again.

“You are the five students who broke the rules and rescued Bakugou that night.” He seemed to narrow his eyes, obviously unhappy. The mood seemed to shift. Almost all of the six students were nervous about their fate, and their classmates were nervous for them but also surprised that they’d actually gone through with the plan. Even Bakugou seemed to be nervous, having looked away from everyone. 

Aizawa seemed to look over the faces of the entire class before bowing his head in disappointment. “Based on the reactions I’m seeing, I assume you all know about this plan.” As he spoke, the tension only grew thicker. 

Not knowing where he was going with this, Sasha felt the urge to speak up. “Please don’t be upset with the others, Sir. They tried very hard to convince us otherwise. I won’t try to plead our case, but the others are innocent.” She said, bowing her head out of respect. She’d earned everyone’s attention when she chose to speak up. The entire class's eyes were on her. Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, Eijirou, Iida, and Izuku slowly began to bow their heads, showing that they silently agreed and stood with her.

Aizawa took a long pause, thinking deeply about their words and actions before sighing. “Still, they should have informed someone of your plans. If it weren’t for All Might’s retirement, I would expel everyone here except for Bakugou, Hagakure, and Jirou. The five of you who went and the twelve who did nothing to stop them, you all betrayed UA’s trust.”

Sasha’s heart felt heavy. She’d been betraying their trust often, or it felt like it. And now, her classmates were in trouble because of the decisions she made. Still, as horrible as it sounded, she didn’t regret saving Bakugou or helping All Might during his fight. They were both alive and that’s why she would never regret it. Still, the guilt of the consequences would eat her alive.

Aizawa continued to speak, not done scolding them just yet. “In order to regain our confidence in you, you’ll need to get your act together. Live your lives as model students and don’t cause any more trouble.” He said, placing his hands in his pockets. “Now then. Let’s look alive now. Come enjoy the dorm. It’s your new home, after all.” He finished, turning away and walking into the building.

Everyone watched him, the atmosphere getting significantly more depressing. The same question was on everyone’s mind. How were they supposed to cheer up after that speech? Aizawa had really torn into them after all, and his blatant honesty on how they could’ve been expelled certainly didn’t help. 

Looking up at Eijirou, Sasha noticed the look on his face. It was similar to the face she wanted to make. She squeezed his hand, trying to give him a sense of comfort, and he returned the gesture, glancing down to meet her eyes. They didn’t have the exchange words to know that they were both feeling bad. Though Eijirou almost looked like he wanted to cry. 

Suddenly, Bakugou stomped his way over to them and grabbed Denki, who was in front of them. Denki was looking down at his feet one minute, then was getting dragged the next minute. Everyone’s eyes followed, watching as Denki struggled against Bakugou’s grip. 

“Come here!”

“Huh? Wait– for what?!”

Sasha raised an eyebrow, only getting more confused when Bakugou dragged Denki behind a bush. No matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn’t come up with anything to explain Bakugou’s actions. Not only that, but she was wondering why he needed Denki. She had the urge to call out, just to see if they were okay.

Before she, or anyone else, could voice their concerns, there was a burst of lightning from inside the bush, making everyone jump. Sasha wasn’t startled often, but Eijirou could tell it had gotten her from the way her tail seemed to puff a little and how her ears went down. It was also obvious from the way she jumped back into his chest, but he was trying not to focus on that, or else that's all he’d think about.

Denki came stumbling out of the bush almost immediately after, both hands forming a thumb up. It seemed that Bakugou had done something to make Denki “short-circuit”, for lack of better words. “Yay, yay, yay, yay..” He babbled, walking towards the group unsteadily. A few of their classmates seemed shaking from holding in their laughter, 

“Kirishima.” Bakugou said, walking over to them. They looked at him and Sasha moved from Eijirou’s chest to his side. This was Eijirou’s first time speaking to Bakugou properly after what happened and she didn’t want to be standing between them, literally. Eijirou didn’t know what to say, but then Bakugou pulled out cash, holding it out to him. 

Eijirou tensed, a panicked look on his face. “No way! Did you shake him down for cash?!” Eijirou exclaimed, looking at the money with wide eyes. Sasha smiled a little, holding back a giggle. Bakugou didn’t need to shake people down, but she only knew that because she’d met his family, who were pretty well off. Still, she probably might have had the same suspicion if she hadn’t known more about his background. He accosted Denki, did something to him, and came with money. It was a plausible theory.

As funny as the accusation was, Bakugou was quick to shut it down. “No! This is my money, you idiot! To replace what you spent!” He said, a sense of familiarity washing over Eijirou and Sasha. They didn’t know how much they’d miss being called an idiot. 

Bakugou brushed past them as Eijirou questioned how Bakugou knew he had bought night vision goggles. He only looked back once, and only to say one last thing. “Don’t ever say I never gave you anything, and don’t say I didn’t pay you back. Show ‘em your dumb side, Kaminari.” He grunted, turning away.

Sasha huffed and called after him. “You owe Denki an apology, Explodo Boy!” She said, glancing at the electric blonde. She was happy to see Bakugou cheering the class up and breaking the ice, but she felt bad that Denki had to be the butt of the joke.

Walking over to Denki, she placed an arm around his shoulder, guiding him into the building. “There, there. I gotcha buddy…” She comforted him, trailing off as she took in the scenery. She figured the building would be big, but it wasn’t like just any dorm. It felt comfortable, truly like she was at home. She could already imagine study sessions and movie nights in the common area.

“Pretty, pretty…” Denki said before giggling.

She nodded, still looking around. “I know… This place is huge. Very pretty too.” She smiled, agreeing with him. She hadn’t noticed how Denki wasn’t looking around the building, how his eyes were on her. He wasn’t seeing something pretty, he was seeing someone pretty. Still, he continued to smile, letting his head fall to her shoulder.

She looked back at him and smiled. “Don’t listen to Bakugou, you aren’t dumb. You know him, he just pops off at the mouth. We’ll get him back later for that stunt.” She grinned at him, reaching up to ruffle his hair. 

Aizawa began to give everyone the basics of the building, telling everyone where the facilities and the dorm rooms would be located. It seemed Sasha wasn’t the only one who was impressed. She couldn’t believe this place had been constructed in such a short amount of time. She wasn’t sure if he understood or retained what she was saying, but she made sure to quietly repeat everything to Denki.

As she looked around, her ears picked up on the voice of Mineta. “Did I hear that right… Our bathroom is located in the common area. Is this heaven?”He said, practically drooling. Sasha made a face, she knew exactly what he was thinking.

Thankfully, Aizawa had noticed him too. “They are separated by gender and you will behave yourself.” He said, not even sparing Mineta a glance. His tone of voice made it obvious that the consequences would be severe if he decided not to behave, and was enough to put Mineta back in his place.

Then his eyes met Sasha’s, and she narrowed her, as if daring him to try anything funny at any point. If she even heard from the other girls that he was invading such a private area, she’d be at his door. Her gaze sent a shiver up his spine and he went into a slouched position.

Next, they were shown their living quarters on the next floor. As much as Sasha missed home, she knew she was going to love it here. Their rooms gave them their own personal AC, fridges, and toilets. Not only that, but they had balconies. 

She left Denki inside the room so that she could step out onto the balcony, not wanting him to fall. Izuku was out there, looking over the railing. “This is impressive, huh? Never thought I’d have my own balcony here at school.” She said, leaning against the metal bar, and looking down at the ground beneath them. 

Whenever she saw a window or a balcony, she felt the urge to look out of it, as if trying to secure an escape route. It was one of the things she learned as an agent; Identify as many escape routes as you possibly can upon entering a room or building.

“Old habits die hard,” She thought to herself with a small, thoughtful hum. “I guess it isn't too bad to be prepared for anything though. At least I know I could make it down from here. Worst case scenario, I’ll scale the wall.”

Izuku snapped her out of her daze by responding to her previous statement. “No kidding. These rooms are amazing.” He said, going quiet for a moment before looking at her. “Do you think you could scale the wall going down? If you ever had to, of course.”

She blinked, taken aback by how similar his line of thinking was to hers. She had forgotten how much of an overthinker he was. She definitely didn’t think that their thoughts would overlap like that. Izuku definitely would have made a good agent, like she had thought when they were saving Bakugou. Though she was still thankful he wasn’t going down such a path.

“You know what, Izuku? I was thinking the same thing. Let’s test the theory one day.” She suggested, smirking at him mischievously. “You bring your notes, I’ll bring my claws. Just as long as we don’t tell Aizawa.” She placed a finger to her lips. 

“Oh? After I clearly said to behave yourself?” 

Aizawa’s voice came from behind them. He didn’t sound as angry as he was with Mineta, but he did sound annoyed enough to make the pair jump. Slowly turning, they met his red eyes, a shiver going up their spines from the intensity of his gaze.

“No, Sir!”

“We were just joking around!” 

They pleaded their case in unison, straightening their backs with nervous smiles. The teacher stared the both of them down for a few more seconds before turning away, shaking his head with an exasperated expression. Aizawa would always prefer sleep to almost anything, but it was times like this when he really wished he was sleeping. He’d lost a lot of it teaching these kids, he’d be upset if he missed anymore because Sasha fell from a balcony.

They walked back into the bedroom with Aizawa. Momo and Iida were looking around, as if doing a thorough investigation. It made sense, they would be living in these rooms, and she imagined Iida and Yaoyorozu weren’t used to rooms like these. Though she hadn’t ever seen their rooms back home, she knew enough about their backgrounds to make an educated guess.

“This room is about the size of my closet at home.” Yaoyorozu said with a hand on her chin, confirming Sasha’s own analysis of her. Rich or not, Sasha just always liked it when her theories got confirmed. 

Walking over, she smiled at the girl. “Wow, Momo, that’s a pretty big closet. I’ve got to see all of the clothes you put in your closet, just to see how much clothing it takes to fill it.” She said, making her chuckle in response.

“Sure thing, Sasha,” She agreed, the thought of having a girl friend to dress up with made her excited. “I have this one skirt that would look perfect on you too. You must come try it on one day.”

Sasha didn’t wear skirts often, as most didn’t, but she didn’t mind trying new things. She’d never let a friend loan her clothes and dress her up. She’d heard that this was something a lot of girls her age did with friends, and she didn’t want to push away the opportunity to get closer to Yaoyorozu, especially after what they’d been through together lately. 

Besides, she’d always wanted to dress a little more feminine. She wondered if Eijirou would like it too, though he never seemed to pay much mind to her casual wear. Every time Eijirou looked at her, his eyes were usually on hers. The only time he paid close attention to her clothes was when they first wore their hero costumes.

Aizawa gathered everyone back downstairs and gave one final announcement to the class. He handed out thin pamphlets that showed their room assignments. “I’ll drop by tomorrow to discuss a few more things with you all. For tonight, unpack and get settled.” He said, closing up the tour he’d given.

“Yes, Mr. Aizawa!” The class exclaimed in unison, smiling at their teacher brightly. Aizawa let out a small hum, then gave Sasher and Izuku a look. He gave Mineta a look over, this one more stern than the last. And he left, thinking quietly to himself with their smiles on his mind.

“Maybe the lack of sleep is worth a little. Just a bit.”

-  A Couple of Hours Later, Class 1-A Dorms - 

Sasha sighed softly, throwing herself on the couch, right next to Eijirou. She’d just taken a bath, and it was the most relaxing thing she’d done in weeks. “Man, that really hit the spot.” She smiled, leaning her cheek on his shoulder. 

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “I know, right? I forgot what it was like to be that worry-free. It reminded me of when you, Kaminari, Bakugou, and I hung out on the weekends. We gotta do that again sometime.” His suggestion made Sasha nod. She understood, she’d briefly been reminded of the same thing. “Oh, and with Momo, Iida, Todoroki, and Midoriya too.” He added happily.

Her response was unspoken but clear, as her smile turned into a grin at the thought of being able to hang out with even more friends outside of school. She was really loving this “normal teenager” thing so far. She knew that this wasn’t what it was all about, but she’d like to think it was sometimes. Just focusing on the people you care about most.

She and everyone else, most of the boys, began talking about the dorms and how amazing they were. Denki seemed back to normal and seemed to be the most talkative. That wasn’t unusual, he had missed the opportunity to express all of his thoughts during the tour, which was what led to Bakugou being scolded all the way to his own room (where he promptly slammed the door on Sasha).

Most of the girls joined the group, just finishing up with their rooms. “So, the girls and I were talking, and we had an idea.” Mina announced before looking at Sasha apologetically. “Sorry, Sasha. We wanted to ask you about it, but you kinda ran off, girl.”

Sasha blushed and sank into her seat. Knowing that she rushed off to shower and cuddle Eijirou afterward. She had missed him from the moment they went their separate ways outside of Bakugou’s dorm. They hadn’t had the time to properly spend time with each other, after all. “It’s okay, I get it. My bad, ladies.” She nodded at them.

Mina assured her that didn’t have to be sorry about anything before moving on with her announcement. Apparently, the rest of the girls had the idea of starting a contest. The point was to visit every room, everyone would vote on who has the coolest room and the winner would be decided. 

Sasha wasn’t opposed to the idea. Her room looked pretty similar to the one she had at home, it was pretty normal. With that being said, she had nothing to hide. She was more excited to see everyone else’s room.

Next thing she knew, they were heading to Izuku’s room first. While he begged for them not to enter, Sasha tried her best to comfort him, as she knew that this was happening no matter what. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.” She assured him, only to end up practically blinded by the amount of red, white, and blue in his room. She knew he liked All Might, but this was a lot.

“... Wow.” Was all she could manage, squinting her eyes as Izuku hid his face.

They went to everyone’s rooms, starting with the boys. Sash had tons more fun than she thought she would. She’d played with Koda’s bunny, punched Eijirou’s punching bag, and gotten to eat cake after. She and the rest of the girls seemed content with themselves. By the time they ended, she was sure she knew where her vote was going.

The girls of the class were up next. Sasha had just as much in their rooms too. She’d got to lie on Yaoyorozu’s bed, which was covered in expensive sheets, pillows, and blankets. Jirou's room was probably the most interesting with all of the instruments. It made Sasha consider taking lessons with one. The only thing that bothered her was Mineta, who seemed to be smelling Hagakure’s drawers. Thankfully Eijirou was there to stop her from kicking him where the sun didn’t shine, though she did drag him out.

When they got to her room, she showed them around happily. “It’s not much, but I like it. Reminds me of home, but I get to have you guys as neighbors. Though I do sometimes forget Nao isn’t down the hall.” She said, her hand rubbing the back of her head sheepishly.

Her classmates looked around curiously, almost as if looking for something in particular. Sasha seemed to notice and began wondering what they were doing, before laughing and shaking her head. “Oh, and there’s new secret rooms or spy gadgets. I quit and I believe work should stay at work. I went home to get away, after all.”

Everyone looked at her, almost seeming embarrassed that they’d been found out. They hadn’t broached the spy topic with her yet. Maybe they’d ask someday when they got more settled with what had happened in the woods. Still, Sasha noticed that a few of them looked disappointed, especially Denki, who thought a secret room would be awesome. 

They pointed out the fact that her floor had a fluffy carpet on the flooring. She laughed and shrugged. “Well, My feet are kinda loud because of my claws, and I hate shoes. Now my floor is quiet and comfortable.” She explained, getting a chorus of sounds of understanding.

When she went to speak to Eijirou, she noticed him standing by her dresser and glancing down at Mineta, who was probably closer than he should have been. Once he caught wind of Eijirou’s looks, he was quick to move away, and Eijirou unconsciously narrowed his eyes, as if saying “Yeah I bet you won’t”. Honestly, it made her happy to see him so protective of her boundaries with others. Instead of speaking, she found herself thinking about how happy she was that she’d found him. 

She decided not too long after that to leave her room, which was the last. Finally, the classmates who remained awake, everyone minus Bakugou and Tsuyu, did a vote to see who won. Mina made the declaration herself. Unsurprisingly to the girls, Sato was the winner due to his cake.

Suddenly, Ochako called out her name. Right after, she called for Eijirou, Izuku, Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, and Iida. All six of the students who went to save Bakugou, and Sasha didn’t think it was a coincidence. She wondered what was going on, but Ochako said it was really important, so she didn’t ask too many questions.

Ochako led them all outside, where Tsuyu was standing. She said that Tsuyu had something she wanted to share with them. Sasha could see that whatever it was, it wasn’t happy. That was clear from their expressions, tone of voice, and the entire atmosphere. 

Tsysu proceeded to pour her heart out, sharing her deep feelings with them. The harsh words she said at the hospital, comparing them to villains, were only said in an attempt to keep her classmates safe. When she found it this morning they still went, she felt bad because she thought she was able to stop them. Because of that, she didn’t think she deserved to laugh with them, so she hid away in her room. But, in her words…

“It made me so sad to be without you.” She said to them, her voice trembling as fat tears rolled down her cheeks. Sasha���s heart felt tight when she saw her cry like that, but she continued to listen. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you all about my feelings. Because I want to put everything behind us and hang out again.” She finished, trying to wipe her tears.

Ochako reassured her, letting her and everyone else know that they’d all felt bad about what happened, but deep down, they all wanted to move forward from this together like a family would. That was why they did the room contest, which was very sudden now that Sasha thought about it. She ended things off with positivity, just like Ochako usually did. She encouraged them to train hard together with the rest of the class and to do their best.

A familiar feeling came to Sasha and brought tears to her eyes for a second time. She was feeling hopeful again. Newfound hope for a future where her classmates could forgive her. Smiling, she took a step forward and took Tsuyu’s hand in her own. “I’m sorry that we made you feel that way, we never meant to hurt anyone. And I’m sorry about lying about my identity so long, and then for disappearing. I’d really like a fresh start too, Tsu.” She said, gently squeezing her hand. 

The rest of the group took turns giving their own apologies. It seemed Tsuyu and Sasha weren’t the only ones moved to tears either. They huddled around Tsuyu and made sure to comfort her. Sasha took Ochako’s hand into her free hand. She nodded at her and gave her hand a squeeze.

“I’m sorry to you too, Ochako. For everything.” She said truthfully. Ochako was one of the first people she met, one of her closest classmates. She had to apologize to her personally. She’d even brought them out here.

Ochako nodded her head and grinned at Sasha. “Thank you. Now let’s be friends again, just like before.” She said softly. Sasha’s hands were being squeezed tightly, and she was glad for it.

- 20 Minutes Later -

“No offense, Sasha, but it’s late.” Mina yawned, earning agreement from the rest of the class. She had even managed to get Bakugou out after knocking on his door for long enough and dodging a fist.

She’d gathered everyone into the common area. Some sat by her side on the couch, others stood behind her. And she sat calmly, her hands on the old lunchbox her dad/uncle gave her. According to Izuku, the cat on the front was from an old, unpopular cartoon that didn’t air anymore. All Might must have loved that cartoon.

 “Sorry guys,” She said, looking at the box. “But I got this from Nao today and he said something about letting my friends help me, and it had something to do with this box. Just please, bare with me, at least until I open it.” She pleaded with them, placing her hands together.

No one made a move to lean so she quickly moved to unlatch the lunch box, and she swung it open. Her curiosity quickly got the better of her. There was a sticky note on the lid that read: “I found this time capsule from back in my day – Nao”.  

Now she was even more excited to look through this thing.But she froze when she gazed down into the lunchbox. She began to tear up again as she slowly moved to lift a photograph. 

It was an old photo of her mother holding a baby. Holding Sasha on the day she was born. “Oh God, it’s her… It’s my mom.” She choked out, a tearful chuckle leaving her as she traced over the picture. She hadn’t seen her mother’s face in years. She was now crying freely. 

Her classmates were surprised by what was happening. Still, not everyone knew Sasha’s mother was gone now. As Eijirou put an arm around her, Denki placed a hand over hers, trying to comfort her.

She lifted the next photo. Again, it was taken the day she was born with her mother, but now her father was in the photo. She let out a sober. It’d been longer since she’d seen him, way longer. “A-And my dad, my daddy…” She sniffled, noticing how the rest of the box was filled with metals and jewelry, each of which held the names and initials of her parents. These were their only known personal possessions. Their yearbook photos, high school diplomas, etc. All of this stuff would have been burned when they became agents, including her baby pictures with them. But they’d trusted Naomasa, their best friend, with copies. 

Sasha began to understand what Naomasa meant by letting her friends in. She turned to her class, trying not to let snot leave her nostrils. “... M-My parents lived as spies, and All For One killed them as spies. My dad… He went first. They found his remains years ago. But my mom.. I found out she didn’t make it just a few days ago. I should have known when she never came home, but nobody ever mentioned her body…” She explained to them, wiping away more tears that would only replace themselves.

Her classmates began to gasp and murmur, immediately comforting her. She had mentioned at the hospital that villains took her parents. They had no idea that it was All For One’s doing. Suddenly, they understood Sasha’s actions a little more, why losing Bakugou too might have broken her and drove her to make the decisions she did.

“Apparently, she died years ago. But to me, it feels like I just lost her. Now, after all these years I’m seeing their faces, and I just…” She began sobbing again, burying her face in the pictures she held, her body trembling. “I just love them so much, and I miss them! And I wish they could see me happy too!” She cried out, curling up in herself a bit.

Everyone drew closer, quite a few of them giving her hugs, rubbing her back, and petting her hair in an attempt to soothe her. Now all of her classmates were seeing this vulnerable side. She wasn’t holding anything else back. She’d given them everything she had.

They stayed up for just a bit longer, and then Sasha willed herself to stop crying. Looking at her friends, she pointed to the clock. “I think we should get to bed now. Thank you for staying up with me, but it’s late now.”

It took a few more minutes, but Sasha was eventually able to send them to their rooms. Eijirou left her side last, walking her to her bedroom. When they got there, he took a deep breath and kissed the top of her head. She blushed but smiled, looking up at him when he pulled away. 

“That was sweet.” She said, holding the lunchbox close to her heart. She knew she was going to have to place everything on her shelves and desk the next day. She almost wanted to do it tonight.

Eijirou chuckled and smiled at her, adoration clear on his face. “Well, I wanted to kiss my girlfriend goodnight. Is that okay…?” He seemed a little nervous when he asked. Sasha could tell he wasn’t just asking about the kiss. 

“Girlfriend”

Eijirou had called her his “Girlfriend” for the first time.

She placed her hands over her mouth and nodded. “Yeah, that’s okay… Boyfriend.” She said, kissing his cheek to return the affection. He placed a hand on his cheek and watched as she quickly made her way into her room. He stood there for a moment before grinning, practically floating off to his own room.

Sasha fell into bed and sighed softly, opening the lunchbox and pulling out her parents’ wedding photo. She kissed the photo and hugged, smiling up at the ceilings as a few more tears fell from the corner of her eyes.

“Thank you for your sacrifice, Mom and Dad. Thank you for your love, and for Nao.” She said, shutting her eyes. The exhaustion was starting to finally hit her. 

“Until next time…”

[askingdiabolikbois]

helloo! I'm here asking about match-ups again bsgsvsbsjd– I'm Not sure how much of this is actually helpful, but thanks in advance and please take your time💞💞

I'm an INTP-A fashion design student, smart and creative as fuck but very stubborn and self-demanding on the downside. I spend most of my time on either assignments, passion projects or scholarship tasks (it's writing short interviews + articles and organizing a small event this year), while reading and watching stuff as recreation. I'm usually perceived as either 'cultured' or 'independent' by outsiders, but actually get really bubbly and talkative whenever I like someone. my current goal is to earn enough to be able to retire to the countryside someday.

on that note, I'm not much into dressing up and have a rather urban style (stylish jeans + oversized top) that's easy to wear when carrying baggage around. I have a dislike for anything overly classy or glamorous, and am pretty non-becomingly clumsy too. physically, I have a small frame and moderately active lifestyle.

I ship you with : Yuma !

• Yuma appreciates your creative side, and whilst he doesn’t exactly share your interests per say, he’s interested in watching you do your assignments, and appreciates the hard work that goes into them

• Yuma thought you seemed stuck up at first and compared you to the Sakamaki family, however once getting to know you better he saw your true personality

• He was surprised to hear how enthusiastic and talkative you could get

• He soon wanted that energy to help him in the garden

• He knew you could pull your weight around as he’d seen you carrying many bags, multiple books, and whatever else you carry for your projects

• Yuma was honestly shocked how much you could carry despite your height

• Yuma too has a dislike for anything too fancy, and prefers simple / non glamorous things

• He likes your style, nice and easy to pull off, as well as suitable for helping in his garden too

• Your first date was a picnic in the woods, Yuma has treated you to some delicious food from his garden, though he does expect your blood in return

• It’s here on your date he learns about your retirement dream

• When he learns your dream is to retire in the countryside he’s grinning ear to ear

• He imagines the two of you, a little cottage in the middle of the woods.

• His brothers not too far from yourselves if they’re not already living with you guys.

• Wild flowers and berry trees growing naturally around your small , cosy home

• A very large garden full of fresh fruit and vegetables, and some beautiful flowers native to the demon world

• The garden is Yumas second greatest pride, after you!

You and Yuma met at school, he was watching you from afar thinking you were pretty cute, but decided to not talk to you thinking you seemed too uptight. It was later that day he saw you carrying a ton of things like a champ. He was honestly so impressed he wondered if you were supernatural! He waited until you were carrying more things and took the opportunity to bump into you, all your work scattering on the floor, along with yourself. Yuma pretended your height was the reason he couldn’t see you, and you put it down to being clumsy. You apologised for not seeing where you were going (typical Yuma not taking blame 🫠). Yuma helped pick your things up and offered to help carry them, you said you didn’t need the help and Yuma knew you didn’t either, but he insisted. You too slowly walked along, talking about your projects, and just making general talk. Yuma brought you an apple he grew to school the next day, and from then on he was stuck by your side.

Hope this okay! Feel free to request more if you’d like :)

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 211

McCoy

He had never been as proud to be a McCoy as he did when his mother hugged Scotty close to comfort him. He glanced over and shared a smile with his father. McCoy could only hope to someday be half as good with people as his mother.

When Scotty moved back by him, he was ready and slipped his arm around his boyfriend’s waist.

“Did you boys have a nice day away?” David asked.

“Yes,” Scotty answered before McCoy could.

“Have you heard from your family?” David continued.

McCoy nodded as Scotty answered “yes” again.

“We called them. They’re…” Scotty shrugged. “…as good as can be.”

“If they need help with anything- keeping reporters away- please let me know,” David told Scotty. “We will be more than willing to help.”

McCoy gently squeezed Scotty’s side as he nodded slowly.

“Let’s go eat boys,” Eleanor said. “Scotty, I didn’t know your favorite dinner, so I asked the kitchen to make Leonard’s.”

“Mother…” McCoy protested jokingly.

They followed the king and queen into the dining room. Leah and Jim and Spock were already sitting, talking quietly. Dr. Boyce entered a moment after McCoy and Scotty. They had just sat down when Sarek and Amanda came in.

Dinner began quietly, but between Leah and Jim, they got the table talking, and laughing. McCoy was happy to hear the first laugh out of Scotty. He could only imagine how uncomfortable Scotty might feel coming back to the room and people he had run from that morning.

Under the table, McCoy eased his foot around the inside of Scotty’s. He wanted something more than just their knees bumping. Scotty looked up at him and McCoy smiled. Scotty smiled back at him and his heart fluttered like it hadn’t since the night they had first said they loved each other.

Warmth crept up McCoy’s neck and he looked back at his plate. How could Scotty still make him flush?

“What did ye have in mind Jim?” Scotty asked across the table.

“We thought…” Jim glanced at Spock, who gave the slightest nod, “We thought maybe a swim and then some games? Billiards or cards?”

That sounded good to McCoy, but he looked at Scotty. He had shown his boyfriend the pool when he had shown him around the palace, but they had yet to go for a swim. From Archer’s lessons and McCoy’s help, Scotty had become a decent swimmer.

“Aye,” Scotty agreed slowly. “What about ye lassie? Are you joining us?”

“Oh,” Leah said, looking up. “You guys have fun. I, uh, have a book I want to finish.”

McCoy kept from grinning. He knew his sister was going to call Robbie. Scotty had asked her to and she had said she’d been planning on it.

His smile faded a bit as he remembered why Scotty had asked her to. He glanced again at Scotty and saw the hints of sadness still in his eyes. It had lessened since that morning, but it was still there. McCoy hoped a good evening of fun and friends would help more.

McCoy couldn’t stop himself from the admiring look he gave Scotty when he pulled his shirt off poolside. With heat on his face he pulled his eyes away. The last few evenings they had been tired and gone almost straight to sleep. McCoy suddenly wished they weren’t spending time with Jim and Spock and could just go straight up to his room.

He turned his back on Scotty and took a deep breath as he pulled his own shirt over his head. Jim’s laughter reached him as he breathed out. He and Spock were just entering the room.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you swim yet Scotty,” Jim said, clapping his hand on Scotty’s shoulder.

“He’s getting pretty good,” McCoy said proudly.

“Wanna race?” Jim asked.

“I’m not that good yet Jimbo,” Scotty chuckled.

“Oh, well, then we should race. I’ll be able to beat someone!” Jim grinned then laughed loudly.

“He can’t beat me or Leah or Spock,” McCoy told Scotty. “Though he’s desperately tried.”

“I will race for you if you would like Scotty,” Spock offered.

McCoy snorted back a laugh, seeing a twinkle of amusement in Spock’s eye.

“You think I’m fast,” McCoy said to Scotty, “you haven’t seen Spock.”

“Vulcans are stronger than humans,” Jim protested. “It isn’t really a fair race!”

“Jim,” Spock said, “I have given you half a lap head start.”

“And ye still can’t win?” Scotty teased.

“Whatever,” Jim said. “I still dive the best.”

“That’s what you think,” McCoy muttered under his breath. “Come on,” he said out loud. “Let’s get in already.”

Part 212

Scotty

Dinner had been a nice and happy affair with Leah and Jim cheering him up, making jokes. Scotty was grateful that he had friends like them.

When Spock offered to take his place in the race, Scotty couldn't help but be surprised though. He liked the Vulcan, he really did, but he never expected him to be that much of a friend.

They got into the water and Scotty relaxed when he felt how warm it was. The pool at school was usually a little bit chilly.

It had been some time since the Scotsman had last taken a swim. He didn't need classes with Archer anymore since the teacher had claimed that he was good enough now, so he didn't have the chance yet to get back into it.

At home he hadn't dared to visit the lido all by himself or with his friends. He was still a little bit insecure about everything. But with Leonard and the others it was different. He knew that they'd understand if he was slow and careful.

Scotty let himself float on the back for a moment. He wanted to get used to this pool first.

Even with his ears underwater, he heard Jim starting a water fight with the other boys. They yelled and laughed loudly - at least Jim and Leonard did.

Scotty moved his body into an upright position and swam at the spot, watching the boys start to chase each other. He wanted to join them, but he didn't feel that safe yet.

His eyes fell on Spock who was swimming a few laps to get warm. Maybe Scotty should try to swim next to the Vulcan first.

He waited for Spock to arrive at the spot he was currently at and then started to follow.

Spock seemed to notice as he reduced his speed a little bit and turned his head to look at Scotty.

"You've gotten way better Scotty."

"Thanks, I try," the Scotsman admitted with a slight blush. It was strange for him to be complimented for something that others could do quite easily.

They swam for a while before they eventually joined in and played tag with Leonard and Jim. It was fun even though Scotty noticed that his friends had to adjust their speed to his own.

Before Scotty knew it Spock and Jim had left them alone to get a room set for their game night. Jim told them to take all the time they wanted with a wink and Scotty chuckled at Leonard rolling his eyes.

They both knew what Jim was going on about.

Still, they decided to follow his advice and took their time. They swam beside each other, exchanging warm smiles and looks.

Until suddenly they didn't anymore. Leonard hugged him from behind and Scotty turned in his boyfriend's arms.

He smiled as Leonard ran a hand down his wet face. Scotty placed his own hand at the back of Leonard's head and buried his fingers in his hair.

A moment later, their lips crushed and their tongues entangled.

Scotty felt Leonard's arms wrap around him and he really wondered how they didn't drown with their legs starting to entangle too.

More wild kisses followed and for a moment Scotty couldn't think of anything else than that moment. He felt his heart beating out of his chest, heat running through his body, blood rushing through his veins.

It almost felt like they were flying, the water around them seemed to vanish into thin air.

When they eventually stopped their kissing and gasped for air, Scotty felt like the first genuine smile spread across his face that day.

He felt happy. He felt relieved.

"Tha gaol agam ort!" Scotty pressed another kiss to Leonard's lips. "I love ye so much."

"And I love you."

For a moment they just stayed like that, just staring into each other's eyes.

"I... I guess the others are waiting for us," Scotty said breathlessly and Leonard nodded, chuckling.

"Yeah, we... we should get going."

Though Scotty would have loved to stay, he had to agree. Still, he pulled Leonard close again to whisper something into his ear.

"Maybe... we'll continue this after game night?"

He saw the blush on Leonard's surprised face before it turned into a smile.

"Sounds great."

[sorceress-queen]

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#//speaking of which merlin as patroclus or odysseus even and arthur as achilleus and gwen as briseis maybe 🤔 heck that role could even fit

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#5

So I did this wonderful uquiz again, well tried to do it as Mogs from the rock star au. And I teared up when reading the result cause it fits to where she is with love right now, and how hopeful she is about it all. Maybe next time I try and do this quiz for her college days or just pre love confessions between her and @arthur-rex 's amazing Arthur 🥰. We'll see, I just really love this quiz a lot for some reason 😅.

soft fresh green

Nice breeze, bare feet and freshly cut grass. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's protecting your eyes from the sun but enjoying the light rays still, it's laying on the grass and feeling it tickle your neck. You look to the side and they look back at you, full of hope and plans too. You plan together and laugh all day and your sunburn will feel like them.

Your love is delicate, hesitant. A well curated binder full of collages for a future you can't be sure will come, but you keep going, you keep planning, you keep squinting at the sun and smiling, and running your hands through the grass so it will smell better. You keep holding onto the bright sky even as the sunsets, even as the starry night stares back. But you keep on holding, you keep on dreaming, you close your eyes and feel the sun on your skin and convince yourself that the sunburn is good, it's something to hold on to, just makes it linger a bit longer. Your love is a lighthearted hope for the future. It's sweet and wonderful and it keeps love alive, makes the world a better place. You run your hands through the grass, clench your fingers tighter and keep making plans. And I can only thank you and hope I can learn to love like you someday.

17 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

#4

I really wish that we would have gotten an episode in S1 when ArMor was still a thing on the show as a romantic pairing about a noble/prince being interested in marrying/courting Morgana when he comes to visit Camelot or for the main four (Arthur, Morgana, Merlin, Gwen) to travel to another kingdom for diplomatic reasons (would give us a chance to see places other than Camelot and expand the world) And if we put this ep sometime after the Valiant one, just imagine Arthur trying to prove that the man is evil or sg, in order to protect Morgana. (plus there could be some funny scenes happening while he tries to prove the guy's evilness, who could just be a good person really)

@twisted-shipper 💕 I thought this idea might interest you.

18 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#3

Arthur x Morgana [ArMor]

Pure marital bliss & marshmallow sweet fluff + Morgana is pregnant. 🤗

"Arthur," Morgana nudges his side and he gives her an annoyed look after getting woken up, then his expression becomes alarmed. "Is everything alright?" He questions her as he sits up, his hair standing in all directions while he looks around.

"Yes, I..." she trails off and giggles when she notices his hair in the moonlight. "Yes, everything is fine." She assures him and takes his hand in her own.

"The baby kicked for the first time." Morgana smiles as she places his hand over her baby bump.

"Night owl like you, hmmm?" He asks as he settles back on the bed, rubbing her stomach slowly, experimentally, with an awed expression on his face at the life that they have created together with Morgana.

"Maybe," she chuckles as she leans back against the pillows. "or just energetic like their dad." Morgana smiles and runs her fingers through his messy hair for a moment.

Arthur hums and looks at her while he continues to caress her stomach. "Now, 'Gana you are energetic too." He mumbles and kisses her shoulder before he nuzzles his nose against her neck to make her laugh which she does.

"It tickles," she complains between giggles before stilling completely when the baby kicks again. "Did you feel it?" She asks as she turns to her husband; their noses pressing together. "I did," he nods and smiles brightly at her, twirling a lock of her hair between his fingers before he leans in for a kiss.

"You are amazing," he whispers against her mouth while he pulls his wife into another kiss.

"And what else?" She asks playfully as she moves to straddle his lap, the covers falling around her body as she does so. "A shirt stealer." He jests and tugs at the hem of one of his red shirts on her.

"Arthur," she pouts and moves to swat at his shoulder, something she has done since they were kids and she never quite grown out of, not that he would ever want her to.

"Alright, alright," he sighs as he gives in, she is far too adorable not to; he pulls the covers back around her to keep her nice and warm.

"You are clever, you are magical, you are the most beautiful woman in my eyes. I admire your sharp tongue and your horsemanship and the way you use a sword, taught by me, of course." He grins as he punctuates each word with gentle caresses all over her body, paying close attention to the spots he knows ache due to her pregnancy.

"You have gotten so much better at complimenting me, my King." She smirks as she leans down to kiss him but he meets her halfway, his fingers twining in the soft curls at the back of her head. "Mhm... I have had time to practice, my Queen." He chuckles and presses a kiss to her mouth and then her cheeks and temples.

"We should go back to sleep." He whispers; his forehead is pressed against the side of her head. "Yes, we should... ." Morgana agrees and squirms a little.

"You know I am always here for you, I am not going anywhere. Should you have a bad dream or... a vision wake me up." He presses kisses all over her face until she smiles and nods her head.

"I'll hold you, as always." Arthur assures Morgana as they settle back into a more comfortable sleeping position, their heads resting on the same pillow.

"I love you." He whispers as her hand seeks out the spot over the left side of his chest to feel the drumming of his heart beneath her hand.

"I love you too, Arthur." She says it back as she gazes into his loving eyes, his hand seeks out her rounded belly once more. He doesn't take it off even after he falls back into a peaceful slumber with his other arm lazily thrown over her waist.

19 notes - Posted December 2, 2022

#2

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It's likely to sleep deprivation (I woke up like five-six times for no apparent reason) and my mind being in ArMor gutter rn but this got me thinking of them having an almost-kiss moment and Uther walking in lmao. Pre reveal though if it happens after the reveal then ooooooooh, the angst just unf.... Also, I wonder if they were each other's first kiss when they were younger; Arthur is older than her in the series, I think, so I can see them having an 'argument' about stuff like kissing that leads to them exploring it but IDK. I don't even think I am making sense at this point and this is not going to reach a lot of people anyway, which due to how silly this is I don't mind at all. Perks of shipping a not-so-popular ship in a fandom.

22 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I have been thinking and I feel like we were robbed from getting an episode of Morgana under a love spell in s1-2 era, possibly even s3, but I'd really prefer s1. Like imagine some Duke believeing that he could get Uther's support and all by marrying his son to the King's Ward.

Gwen trying to be supportive but confused about Morgana's behaviour, compared to the last time this particular noble family came to visit Camelot. Plus, she hasn't heard Morgana 'complain' about Arthur in days now.

Arthur trying to cover up his jealousy and being offended should Morgana consider that man over him as her Champion. And trying to make her see reason that that buffon is no good for her. I'd low-key love for them to have a chat like the one they had about Sophia, I think, where he says something like 'If you are jealous Morgana it's okay to admit it, it wouldn't be the first time now would it?'

Merlin being on the fence about finding a cure cause Killgarah probably said something about how it would be better if Morgana married the Duke's son compared to her staying in Camelot, but in the end deciding to do the right thing and cure Morgana.

@twisted-shipper I thought you might like this idea of yet another s1 era episode I wish we would have gotten. And yep jealous Arthur again cause why not 😌.

23 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

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[roadkillxd]

18, cis male. What about Kurt having abandonment issues? Sometimes the reader has to remind him that he won't be abandoned, comfort him, something like that, this wouldn't be in a controlling way. They are roommates, and Kurt has a crush on the reader. Someday, the reader starts to get suspicious when he hears his name from Kurt sleeping, and to confirm if that is really true, the reader decides to talk to Kurt. This is when the fun begins. Go crazy with the kinky stuff.

Sorry if this isn't as kinky as you wanted. I didn't feel like it fit the vibe. Hope you enjoy it anyway!

↪ 2054 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for minor somnophilia.

Content tags — cis male bottom reader / cis male top Kurt / inexperienced Kurt / experienced reader / loss of virginity, wet dreams, frotting, fingering, masturbation, penetrative sex, anal sex.

You’re sitting beside Kurt in bed, backs propped up against the pillows. He’s gently bumping your foot with his own as you two watch a movie together, an empty bag of popcorn discarded on the nightstand as the film draws closer to its end.

You readjust to lessen some strain, breaking your only point of contact with him to crisscross your legs, leaning forward on your elbows as the final scene plays. You don’t miss how Kurt glances over at you and frowns, just barely visible in your peripheral.

He remains quiet, not even looking at the movie anymore as he begins to pick at a loose string on the hem of his shorts. You sigh softly through your nose, grabbing the remote to switch the TV off. You shift to face him, but he keeps his head down.

“What’s going on with you, man?” You ask, voice low. 

Kurt looks up at you, eyes a little wide and nervous, brow furrowed. He scoffs an ingenuine laugh.

“N-nothing! See?” He gives a forced, awkward smile. “Just peachy!”

You roll your eyes.

“Kurt.”

He frowns again at your tone, looking even more dejected. He shrugs and looks away. It’s a long moment before he finally speaks again.

“I–I…I have—I had a lot of friends, you know?” He lies. You nod anyways. You know how he is. “But you’re the o-only one that’s… stuck around this long. And I guess I just…”

Your eyes widen a bit as it clicks. With how he always behaves so goofy and optimistic and almost obliviously confident, it’s easy to forget how insecure he is, especially when it comes to his relationships. You scoot closer and place a hand on his bicep, giving a gentle squeeze.

“Kurt, I’m not going anywhere, okay? I care about you,” you urge, giving him a soft smile.

“R-really?” He asks. It hurts your heart how small and disbelieving his voice is.

“Yeah, man. I’m always gonna be here for you. You’re stuck with me, now.”

He laughs, almost a giggle, flushing and turning away to fidget with the loose string again. Back to his goofy, awkward self. His bangs fall into his eyes as he smiles.

“O-okay, okay. Cool. Sor—mm, uh, sorry. Uhm…” he stutters out. 

You sigh a soft breath of relief. You glance over at the clock and groan at the time, flopping back onto the mattress. Kurt seems to take that as some sort of cue and begins to shuffle off of the bed before you reach out and grab his wrist.

He startles, looking back at you with a bright red face.

“You can sleep in here if you want. No biggie,” you shrug, casually offering. Your stomach flutters when he gives a small nod and climbs underneath the covers. You’ve always thought he was so pretty, but he never really seemed to show any interest in other men. You knew you couldn’t have him, but it was nice to pretend sometimes, laying in bed beside him.

You fumble behind you to turn the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. 

“Night,” Kurt whispers, shifting to curl up further into the blankets. You smile and murmur a small ‘night’ in return. You don’t manage to fall asleep for a long time. Instead, you stare ahead at the dark shape Kurt’s body forms in the shadows. You listen to his breathing even out, followed by the occasional cute little snore. 

You don’t know how long it’s been, but your eyes are starting to burn a bit, your eyelids heavy. You’re about to flutter into sleep when Kurt’s voice snaps you awake again.

“Y/N,” he breathes out, his voice a quiet whisper.

“Yeah?” You groggily respond, trying to peer through the dark to see his face.

You get no response for a long moment. You sigh, about to fall asleep again when another noise startles you. Kurt softly moans, followed by your name again. You catch how his hips shift forward under the blankets. His fingers grip tight at the bedsheets as he starts to pant. Your eyes widen in realization, your face flushing.

You hesitantly scoot closer to him, barely letting your fronts brush. He immediately bucks his hips forward, beginning to grind against your leg. You groan low in the back of your throat at his eagerness. Your left hand comes up to cup his cheek.

“Kurt, baby, wake up,” you urge, voice just above a whisper.

He awakens slowly, eyes fluttering open. He blinks against the darkness, letting out a small whine at your body pressed to his, his cock hard and staining the front of his briefs.

“I’m s-so sorry,” he gasps out, about to shift away from you. You move your hand from his cheek down to his waist, holding him still. He looks back up at you, the moon shining against his wide, wet eyes. “Wh-what’re you…?”

“Do you want this?” You ask, hot breath blowing across his parted lips. Your faces are so close. Your thumb is rubbing little circles against his hipbone. He hesitates for a long moment. You can make out his eyes fluttering closed as he nods.

You smile, ducking down to capture his lips with your own. You kiss him slow and sweet, giving him time to adjust. He’s messy—inexperienced—but he kisses you fervently. Small, throaty little noises escape from his lips. You pull him flush to you, the both of you groaning as your clothed erections brush. 

His hands move from where they’re tucked between your bodies down to your hips. He gently pushes you back, carefully keeping your lips locked. He finally pulls away, panting, on his hands and knees above you. You smile and he laughs softly, disbelievingly. 

“I’m not…I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admits, nervous. 

You pull him back down to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Have you ever had anything inside you, baby?” You ask, testing the waters. He shakes his head, then grimaces.

“I, well, uhm,” he clears his throat awkwardly, hips shifting. “I tried a-a…finger. Once. But it…hurt. So.”

You nod, snaking your hand down between your bodies to toy with the hem of his shorts, slipping your fingers beneath the waistband to grab his cock, giving him a few dry tugs that have him whining and burying his face against the crook of your shoulder.

You feel an incessant amount of precum leak from his cockhead, slicking up his cock as you stroke him slow and steady. You feel his prick twitch ever so slightly and pull away, grinning at the petulant whine he makes.

“How ‘bout you fuck me instead?” You murmur against his ear, using your hand to push his shorts and briefs down, using your foot to get them the rest of the way off until he’s kicking them away entirely. 

He moans and nods as his cock springs free, slapping wetly against his tummy. You quickly shuffle out of your own underwear, splaying your palm at the base of his back to pull his body down against yours, frotting your cocks together. 

He produces another small puddle of pre, the hot wetness feeling like bliss against your dick. You fumble with the bedside drawer to pull out a bottle of lube. Kurt’s too busy grinding against you to notice, clinging tight to your shoulders and whimpering. 

You slick up your fingers, arching your hips up ever so slightly to reach down, slipping two fingers into yourself. Your body gives easily to the intrusion and you moan, head thrown back as Kurt begins to suck and nibble at your neck. 

He begins to make these panting whine, hips stuttering before he comes between the both of your bodies, smearing cum across your stomachs as he continues to rut. You groan at his endurance, surely a result of being so pent up. He doesn’t even soften, just continuing to buck against you like he’s starving for it. 

You work three fingers into yourself, stretching them wide apart before deciding you’re ready. You gently tug at Kurt’s messy locks with your clean hand, prying his lips from your throat. He groans, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes.

“C’mon, baby,” you coo, shifting so you can hitch your hips up against the top of his thighs. “Fuck me.”

Kurt glances down between the two of your bodies, seemingly apprehensive. He sits up straight, resting one of his hands on your hip, the other gripping the base of his cock to steady himself. The fleshy head of his cock presses against your hole and you involuntarily moan. Kurt lets out a little gasp at the noise, gaze flickering to your face. 

“Don’t gotta go slow,” you smile, letting out another breathy moan as he starts to press forward again, “you’re gonna feel so good inside of me, Kurt, baby, fuck.”

Kurt moans, low and drawn out as your hole gives to the intrusion, the head of his cock popping into you with a wet squelch. He gives you no time to adjust—not that you need it—before he’s pushing all the way into your wet heat.

He has both his hands on your waist now, slowly beginning to roll his hips up into you, gradually picking up his pace. 

“I-it’s so… you’re—” he gasps, hips bucking particularly hard before he pulls back out and begins to slam into you with each thrust, his balls slapping against your ass as he moans. “Warm. A-and tight.”

You laugh breathily, getting caught on a groan. You have your arms above your head, arching your back until his cock rubs over your prostate on each thrust in and each pull out. Your hole is dripping with lube and precum. You reach down to take your own throbbing prick in hand, stroking it in time with Kurt’s harsh thrusts.

He pants above you, sweat dripping from his hairline and into his eyes. His hips are starting to falter, his body tired. He locks eyes with you and you give him a vicious grin, wrapping your legs around his body to pull him flush into you before using the leverage to flip the two of you.

You both gasp at the change in position, Kurt’s cock sinking that much deeper into you with the new angle. You quickly begin to rise until just the tip is inside of you before you’re dropping back down, doing your best to maintain a steady pace despite how your thighs burn in protest.

He stares up at you, enraptured. Starstruck. His mouth is slightly agape, small little moans and breathy noises escaping from past his lips. He’s pushed up slightly onto his elbows, deliriously rocking his hips up into yours as you bounce on his cock. 

Your own dick jumps with the movements and he watches it hesitantly, his face evening out a bit as he seemingly comes to a decision, reaching out to wrap his hand around it. The moan you emit makes his brain buzz. He begins to stroke you, rubbing his thumb over the head on each tug upwards as you’d done for him. 

“I love you,” he gasps out. You groan deeply, feeling your prick twitch in his hand.

“Love you, too, Kurt, oh God—”

He comes nearly without warning, the only sign being the hitch in his breath. He keens loud and long as he finishes, filling your sore, used hole with his hot seed. You can almost feel it spurt out inside of you, warming your insides. You moan at the sensation, hunching forward as you come only seconds after him, painting his belly in even more release.

You take a moment to catch your breath. Your eyes flutter open to see Kurt staring up at you, doe-eyed and mouth agape. You chuckle and lean down to kiss him, whining at his soft cock slipping from your hole, his cum swelling at your entrance as it begins to dribble out and down your balls. 

You lay your weight onto him and he grunts, cringing at the tacky feeling of cum drying between your stomachs. You shift slightly to move to the side and he wraps his arms tight around you. You smile against his throat.

“I’m not going anywhere, Kurt.”

“O-okay,” he murmurs, and then, after a long pause: “I know you aren’t.”

[eupheme]

I have fallen so in love with Penny For Your Thoughts, it’s been such a ride! Congrats on completing such a great series and getting me hooked on ✨Dilfred✨! I went back to find a little excerpt in one of the chapters that I’d love to maybe see a drabble of someday if you ever feel inspired and it’s this one:

“Moving until he’s cupping your ass again, tilting you against his mouth, his lips closing around and sucking as his fingers slip between the curve of your cheeks until they’re teasing you again.” “Because of course he noticed how you reacted-the touch not one that was completely new. But it had been with him.”

Something about Alfred and anal is so dirty but so hot to me and I just know you’d end me with your smut if you ever turned it into something for In For a Penny In For a Pound! Much love to you, J!!! 💖

Oh my god I was so excited to see this - thank you so much for your kind comments (so happy you loved the series!), and thank you for this request! 💖 I had actually been secretly hoping to write a little more about this at some point. It felt like you were reading my mind! Thank you again, and so much love to you, too!

I wanted to note - I was lucky enough to read (and be inspired by) this amazing HC by @stargirlfics and this kintober fic by @squidlywiddly87 for Alfred while I have been working on this. Please check these out, they are incredible!

Something New

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Alfred Pennyworth x F!Reader

Rated E - 3k

Tags: soft smut, oral (sixty-nine), rimming, sex toys (plug), PiV, anal fingering, mention of tears (nice ones)

(and thank you to @thaddeuscranes for letting me squeak about this in their dms)

Admittedly, this was perhaps not your best idea. It wasn’t a bad per se one, not at all - you just hadn’t anticipated the few… complications that had arisen.

Like how the dinner would drag on. How every shift in your seat would send the heavy, silver plug bumping inside you.

How good it would make you feel.

Your jaw clenches as you sip your coffee, distractedly listening to the conversation around you, managing a weak smile when your attention is expected.

Fingers running over the embroidered tablecloth to keep them from wandering - which they had done plenty of tonight.

It’s not your fault that his hand felt so nice, so heavy, resting on your knee under the table - in a perfectly polite location.

But maybe the warning look he had given you soon after was - when your own hand had started at the same place on his leg, slowly moving up and up. Until the tips were brushing against his inner thigh, until the muscles beneath were clenching and he was capturing it with his own.

Improper, he would have told you - if he could do so. Fingers curling around your own as his eyes dart sideways at you, with a lowered brow, a pointed, stern expression.

The look had made you clench, bite back another soft sound. But you had tried to behave.

And then, you mind had drifted. Another bad idea, because it had also made you squirm - your thighs pressing together to quell some of the ache that pulses between them.

Remembering the weekend before - what had lead you to your decisions tonight.

How you had hovered, just above his wanting, waiting mouth. Palms flat against the broad plane of his chest - facing his hips, the heavy curve of his cock where it rested against his thigh. The hair there sticky, from the bead of precum that had leaked from the head, dropping down.

Carefully lowering yourself - first your stomach, then your breasts pillowing against his abdomen. Putting yourself on display as you relaxed onto him.

Alfred’s mouth meeting your soaked folds, your head dropping as you groaned. Rocking the tiniest bit into the flick of his tongue, as your own hand reached out and wrapped around him.

His cock flexed in your loose grip, his own groan rumbling in his chest when you lowered your lips to the tip, slowly enveloping him. Taking him into the heat of your mouth, bobbing your head as you tasted the salt of his velvety skin.

You had shifted forward to take even more of him, a soft whine in your throat when you lost contact with his mouth, feeling the exhale of his breath against you.

“Christ, just look at how you’re clenching for me.” He had murmured, into the curve of your inner thigh.

Lips pressed against the soft skin, leaving a wet mark behind. The slightest brush of teeth, the scrape of his beard that made you twitch, moan. Then, a question that had been breathed out against your skin.

“Can I eat you, darling?”

You had swallowed down the saliva that had flooded your mouth, a wet ‘pop’ as your lips had lifted off his cock, “You are.”

There had been a low hum, the softest laugh.

“I don’t mean your pretty cunt, love.”

Your fingers had flexed around his base, brain lagging just a second as you had caught up. Thinking about what he’s asking, the edge to his voice when he had.

He rarely asked you for anything. Letting you lead, never disappointing.

It made you want to give him anything he wanted.

“Yes.”

He groaned with your answer, fingers sinking into soft flesh, angling you as his kissed up to your clit, then higher. Past puffy, slick folds, until he was at a place that only the tips of his fingers had explored.

The first brush of his tongue was light, the barest flick against your tight rim. You had been holding your breath, a tension in your thighs as you kneel above him - cheek resting against his abdomen as your eyes fluttered shut.

Another press then, dragging with more pressure - his thumb denting the soft flesh of your cheek, tugging to open you wider against his eager mouth.

A soft, ragged soft had burst from your lips, your face pressing against his skin - his own rough moan as he does it again.

You wonder now, if that had been why you liked it so much. The way he had asked, how it had affected him, the sounds he had made.

Eyes darting now to the man sitting next to you, so perfectly put-together. You doubted anyone would suspect the things he’s done to you with his fingers. With his mouth.

What you’ll hope he’ll do with his cock, if you’re lucky.

Thinking again back to then - when said cock had flexed in your hand, achingly hard as you finally started to pump your spit-slicked fist, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the base. Then his forearm had reached, curling around your thigh - pinning you in place against his mouth.

Angling so his fingers could slip between your thighs - gathering your arousal on the tips, bringing them to circle your clit.

The sounds you had made then, a whimper, then - eyes still shut - the cries going lower, louder, the smallest rock of your hips to meet his tongue. To where it had met you, from flat and wet, to pointed and pressing just inside.

He had you close so quickly, the burning arousal fueled by the newness, the taboo, his eagerness. Your fingers slowing, the jerk of your fist growing sloppy as the pressure built - until the tight ball of pleasure reached it’s peak, and it was spilling over.

Coming hard against his mouth - moaning against his thigh, the coarse silver-peppered curls as you clenched around nothing.

Remembering now how he followed so soon after, spilling messily across your knuckles as he groaned against you.

Eyes wide with sense of self-discovery when you carefully eased off him, dropping down to lie panting next to him on the bed. His own expression a pleased, curling smile, and interestingly enough - seemingly unsurprised.

You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.

And so, you had done a little shopping.

Finding a store you could visit in person, paying in cash so they wouldn’t send you mail, a catalog - you could only imagine the depths of your own embarrassment and humiliation if something had shown up at the Tower.

Eying the aisles, curiosity welling in you at all the toys, all the possibilities. Making mental lists of things that looked interesting, though your eyes kept getting drawn to one item in particular.

A small, silver plug - the base crafted in the shape of a heart, topped with a shining, pink gem.

It was pretty.

You wanted to look that way - pretty - for him. You wanted him to want it, want you.

So you bought it, taking some time after a hot, steaming shower to carefully fit it into place. To get yourself used to the weight, the fullness, before you were whisked off to dinner.

Leading you to now - wishing desperately for dinner to be over. A look of relief when the chairs are pushed back, his eyes worriedly flickering your way when you sigh as it’s indicated that after-dinner drinks would continue in the lounge.

His voice low, fingers curling around your elbow as he leans close to your ear.

“Is everything alright, darling?”

Your lips press together to hide your smile, your laugh. Not wanting to explain here - but as he guides you towards the room, it’s hard to school your expression as it nudges inside you with each step.

So, you wait - a hand on his arm as the other couples pass you. His eyes bouncing between your face as the people filing into the room, trying to guess, as he often did.

“I’m fine,” You tell him, when it’s a little more private. Not wanting him to worry, so you try to explain, “I wore something for you, tonight. It has me… distracted.”

Alfred’s clever eyes drop on their own, to the low neckline of your dress, and then down further - assessing - before flicking back up.

A tilt of his head, the peek of his tongue between his teeth as he considers - before asking, “Would you like to leave? I can meet you in the car in a few minutes.”

God, you loved him.

“Please.”

———

His fingers work at his tie, and if you didn’t know any better - how the curiosity had ensnared him, you’d think he was uninterested. That he was simply undressing at the end of the day, the movements familiar and ritualistic.

But you caught the glitter of his eyes, the subtle shift in his torso whenever you moved, always facing you.

And in the car, he had pried.

“Are you going to let me in on your secret?” He asked, as soon as the doors were locked. The windows tinted, his elbow pressing into the leather of the center console as he leaned.

His dark look making you think that he was considering finding out for himself, right now - with wandering hands and mouth - public location be damned.

“Not yet.” You had smiled, and he had given you another of his infamous looks, before the car roared to life.

Making record time home.

Your fingers work at the hidden zipper as you walk over to him, as he shifts again. Shoes kicked off by the door as you as you had stepped in. The straps falling from your shoulders as you invaded his space - eager, now that you were home.

His fingers fumbling against the buttons of his vest as your arm snakes around his waist, your breasts crushed against his chest. Lips that touch down on the sliver of skin that appears at his throat, then his neck.

Fingers curling into the belt loops of his trousers, right where the crisp white shirt tucks in, tugging. Still undressing with careful steps as you guide him over to the shared bed.

It’s there that your mouths finally meet - a soft hum of relief from your own. It’s when his hands start to roam, over the skin of your exposed shoulders. Lingering there as you let go of him to pluck at the clasp of your bra, until it falls free.

The tips of his fingers skating over the flesh that was now bared as he invades your space, a knee rising to sink into the soft bed, where you sit on the edge. His shirt falling to the floor as his back curves over you as your head tilts up, the kisses turning messy - tongue and teeth - when you reach out to palm him.

The following flex of his hips into your hand, your back hitting the mattress as his mouth follows the path of his hands, kissing at the curves of your breasts, his tongue flicking over a nipple.

Curious fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties as you coax him to full hardness with your touch. A rough groan then, when they meet you soft, soaked flesh. Sliding almost, not expecting now ready you were - had been - for him.

“Oh, darling,” his head tilts up, and you can see the sharp flash of blue, hips jolting as the swipe of his fingers skate over your folds. “What has gotten you so worked up?”

All of it - his body pressing into yours, the steady press of his fingers, the plug filling you - it makes your brain fuzzy with desire, your words sliding out smooth as you smile up at him.

“You.”

Coaxing him up to kiss you again as he circles your clit, mumbling against his mouth, “I need you.”

His own moan, as his other hand tugs at his belt, “You have me.”

Without thought you’re moving, as he lifts off you, standing at the edge of the bed. As you flip around onto your stomach, pushing up onto hands and knees - a position that you’ve done often.

Fingers that tug your underwear down your thighs, and then - freeze.

You know he sees it, the plug pressed deep. The blush gem glinting off the light, above where you’re swollen and soaked for him.

An sharp intake of breath, the ghost of fingertips tracing up your leg, the plush curve of your ass.

“Look at you.” He clicks his tongue, the pad of his thumb coming to rest on the base of the jeweled plug. Pressing down, nudging it just the tiniest bit deeper into you, making you groan.

“Have you been wearing this all night, dove?”

When you meet his eyes, nodding - telling him yes - his lips part with a rough moan. Ridding himself of his trousers, still somehow managing to step neatly out of them while his thumb still circles, pressing again.

Your head sags between your shoulders, against the mattress - hips high as you rock back into his hand. Clinging on as you feel the fat head of his cock nudge at your entrance, before the tip slips in.

A moan is pulled from you as he eases in - he feels big with the new addition, everything feeling tight and snug and he’s not even fully in you yet.

You can hear his own gasp behind you, a steadying hand on your hip when your ass sits flush with his front.

“Christ, you are gripping me so tightly,” He grits out with a shallow thrust of his hips, but it has your eyes fluttering closed, fingers curling.

Another sound as he does it again, until he’s setting a slow, steady pace. The drag of his cock against you, a rock of his hips as he presses deep again.

All the while a hand grips your hip - the other still running over the plug. Fingers carefully catching the edge, fitting the tip of his index underneath. Giving it the smallest tug, a replication of a thrust in time with the grind of his hips.

It has you breathless, fucking you with his cock and the plug - you’re not even aware that you’ve been chanting the word “please” over and over until his left hand smoothes down your back, his voice catching your attention.

“What do you want, darling?”

The ache is enough that you’re shameless now, ready and willing to beg.

“You. God - I want you so bad.” Your eyes crack open, head tilting again so you can look at him. The breadth of his shoulders curving above you, lips parted as he sucks in a breath.

“Want you to take it out and fuck me. Please.”

Because you do want him, want to know what it feels like to have him take you - trusting him to make it feel as good as his teasing had felt.

His expression changes, from careful concentration and devotion - to a low laugh, a bright flash of teeth as he smiles.

“Oh dove.” He sighs, voice turning rough and rueful, “You’re going to need a lot more practice before you take me.”

It makes you whimper, his tone and the denial, but he’s quick to make amends. His cock nudged deep as he carefully eases the plug from you, as he makes a promise.

“But I would never leave you wanting.”

There’s the rustle of the bedside drawer, a cap opening. Lube-slicked fingers circling where you’re soft and worked open, the tip of one pressing into you as you clench around him.

Easing it in, a knuckle at a time until he’s past the tight ring of muscle, as you get used to the feeling. Until you’re begging again, until the thrust of his cock matches the careful pump of his finger.

It’s a lot. For both of you, the sensation new and filthy and your fingers are snaking between your thighs, the first rub against your clit making you keen.

A second, slicked finger teases, pressing against the puckered skin - the deep thrust of his cock has you panting into the sheets, each breath coming out strangled and needy.

“That’s it,” He coos, knowing you’re close, can feel it in the strung-tight tremble of your limbs, “Want to know how this feels when you come.”

How it feels with him buried in both your holes, and you want to know, too - never feeling so full and stretched and your fingers are pressing against soaked skin as your breath turns into a long cry.

His name on your lips as the need becomes overwhelming, before it engulfs you. A coil that twists so tightly and then snaps, the waves of relief and pleasure hot in your belly, coursing down your limbs as you come.

You can feel him, achingly hard inside you, the hand on your hip gripping almost painfully as he feels the way you clench around him, the tight, hot pulse around his cock and fingers. The way you soak him, your whimper when the press of his fingers within you become too much, overstimulating.

They ease out as he slows, waiting until there’s a small grin that forms on your lips as you peek back at him, the heel of your hand scrubbing the hollow under your eye, wiping away tears from how much you had felt.

“Thank you.” You tell him with a soft sigh, and that alone almost does him in.

Hands rest on your hips now, his thrusts shorter, rougher now. His own release building until it’s all but bursting from him - as he gazes down to where you’re wrapped so snugly around him, the slightest gape where his fingers had been.

“My gorgeous, filthy girl.” His voice lower and rougher than you’ve ever heard, “I won’t tonight, dove. But I promise you, one day I’m going to come in this tight, perfect ass.”

Selfishly, the pad of his thumb rubs against your rim one more time, just barely pressing down. And with your soft moan, the thought of how tightly and sweetly you had just come around him - he’s there.

A rough “fuck”, a long moan ripped from him as his hips snap against yours, grinding himself deep as he comes. Stomach and chest pressing into your back as he curls around you, messy kisses peppered against your shoulder as the rock of his hips slow.

As the throbbing pulse of his cock wanes, his release pushed deep into you as you sigh - content and weary after the excitement of the evening.

The kisses against your shoulder moving to your neck, under you ear, then your cheek as his cock withdraws from you. Leaving you needy and empty, though he’s there to clean you up, drawing a bath for you both.

It’s deep in the bubbles, lounging against him when you ask, “Did you like your surprise?”

You’re teasing, and he laughs - the sound a low, incredulous huff.

“Yes, my darling. I most certainly did.”

A smile still in his voice, as he adds, “In fact, consider this encouragement to surprise me… at any time you wish.”

[heartfullofleeches]

Haven't seen a lot of Elliot love in awhile, no hate of course! But I'm here to break that streak >:00 okay, so I'm thinking right, what if a oblivious darling asked to star in one of his movies? Y/N doesn't care if it's as small as a background character or even being a assistant to him. The love for his movies made them want to go into film production, so maybe starting from the ground up would be helpful for experience!

"No."

Elliott doesn't even look away from his phone as he gives his answer. It's only to stop himself from giving in and giving you what he wanted. Your relationship was still developing; ignoring months of stalking on his end- and he hadn’t done the whole "my horror movies are actually snuff films.. and I killed a few people you bumped into." chat with you yet.

"What? Why not?" You cry out.

"It's... not that easy, Y/n. You need training which could take months; making the film itself is a very long and grueling process even for professionals.

He was pulling things out of his ass at the point, but hoped any of it could convince you to stop. He would love your help; he truly love, but your reaction to the truth could be the end of your relationship as it is, and he wanted nothing more than a peaceful life with you. He would give up everything for that, even himself. He could always just make a normal movie for you, but too much of his true work was hidden in all of the tools he used.

Elliott studied your face, hoping he'd broken your mind away from the topic so he could do take you out on a date to completely erase the thought, but you weren't going to give in so easily. You loved his movies and the passion he poured into everything surrounding them. Being apart of something so important to him would be nice, on top of the learning process to possibly become like him someday.

"I don’t mind with you helping me out it shouldn't be that hard, plus we're doing it together so it'll be even more special."

You knew just what to say to get his rotten heart to bleed for you. He'd get himself killed, or caught, with how much he bent over backwards for you. Elliott scolded himself for being a pushover, but knew it'd happen again in the future.

"Alright, fine. You can help me go over the script, and maybe- maybe I'll take a few shots of you to put in the film. They won't show your face, though."

There wasn't actually any script, but he'd make something over night. He didn't really have a reason for his second point though- aside from you possibly getting questioned if he was imprisoned. He just didn't want any photography of you to be seen by anyone else unless the day came that you had an important roll and he could show you off as his beautiful accomplice.

[bowieandqueen11]

Leon Kennedy Fluff Headcanons

Request: saw your requests were open 😏 what about some recent leon (damnation, re6, vendetta...)? maybe a little hc about the reader doing something nice for him, a little surprise breakfast or just... washing his hair or being gentle w him or getting him a little gift for him bc god knows he deserves to be taken care of for a change, this man has been through so much i just wanna see him happy and HEALTHY for once.

I hope you don’t mind me writing for Vendetta Leon! But YES I want to see this man HAPPY!!

I’m also just getting used to writing for Leon, so sorry this is short, but I just need to practice!

(Plus I just saw the Infinite Darkness character trail and I am crying inside help he’s SO PRETTY-)

You and Leon have known each other since you met as rookies during the whole crisis at Racoon City. Young, terrified, and invariably drawn together, the two of you had known your hearts were intertwined together for a reason. Sitting together on the train, shoulders gently bumping together with each jolt of the track, Leon was absolutely exhausted as he grabbed your hands and wrapped his larger ones around them.

As you placed your head on his shoulder, sighing in a mix of relief and stilted fear, he knew from the pit of his stomach, that he was going to marry you someday.

The two of you finally soon got the chance after the mission in Spain to rescue Ashley Graham. It was the first time you had ever seen Leon cry.

After that, you know every mission gets harder and harder for him to be sent off onto, especially ones that the two of you aren’t working on together. He’s just so scared of something bad happening to you when you’re gone, sometimes he just wants to quit, or give up, or just run away to somewhere where you are his only priority.

He’ll always have to take a piece of you away with him. Whether it’s frayed jumper you always wear, that he can hold while he sleeps because it smells like you, or your favourite book that he takes out to smile at the curls of the yellowed, curled pages. He has a polaroid you took of the two of you a few months after you started dating, though, on him all the time. He places it in his breast pocket, the edges worn away, every inch seared into his memory from looking at it so often.

He rubs this thumb over it with a fond smile when things get a little tough at work, remembering the day like it was yesterday. The two of you had just moved into his apartment together, and he had tried to surprise you by trying to cook a pancake breakfast like his mom used to do when he was tiny. You woke up to a steam of black smoke pummelling into the bedroom, and a string of soft curses as you run out and catch your boyfriend, wearing nothing but his boxers, trying to turn off the fire alarm by whipping the dish towel at it.

When you had finally cleared everything up, you had found the moment too funny and too Leon to forget, tugging him into your side and holding up your camera to capture his blushing face as he gazed at you.

So when you came back, not knowing Leon had already returned from his mission to find Glenn Arias, and could see the outline of your husband sipping whiskey from where he leans against the kitchen counter of our home, you knew you had to help him feel like himself again.

'Hello, you handsome idiot. Why didn’t you tell me you were back, I would have picked you up from the airport.’

‘Well hello there, sweetheart. Sorry, I meant to turn the lights on. And call, but after your driving in Tall Oaks, I’m keeping my promise never to get into a car with you again.’

He chuckles into his drink as you shake your head and drop your bag by the coat rack. His eyes never leave yours, but you can see how weary and needy for you he is by the way they dip every so often.

You don’t need to say anything when you close the front door with your foot and approach Leon, just feeling your heart break at the way he tries to smile convincingly at you, but instead just falls into your reaching arms. He groans into your neck, careful not to put his full weight on you, turning more into a low grunt as you rub your hand over your back and shrug off his jacket.

He lets you pull him into the living room, the two of you giggling as you trip over each other’s feet, tugging and untangling your husband’s shirt from over his head. He places his hands on your waist when his thighs finally bump against the sofa, the intensity of his gaze making heat rise up your cheeks. Before he can complete his mission of rushing down to kiss you, you press your hands flat against his chest and push him down onto the cushions.

He humphs in amusement as you collapse down next to him, rolling him over until his face is comically smushed against the pillow. You straddle his back, thighs sending a shiver up his spine as your begin to rub your hands up and down the dips of his bare back, tickling and pressing over each curve and bump you could map out by memory.

‘Let me take care of you, Rookie.’

‘Hey, that’s my job. And my line!’ 

He tries to get up, but you just wrestle him back down again.

‘That was years ago’, you laugh with a start, enjoying the way he squirms and begins chuckling with you at the way you poke your fingers on the side of his stomach, ‘get over it rookie.’

After a few hours, you can tell he’s beginning to get restless by the way his legs start clenching against your own.

He just wants to hold you so bad that it’s not really a surprise when he rolls over onto his side and knocks you over, hands grabbing onto your wrists before you’re pulled into his side.

You shuffle the two of you until his head is nestled on top of your chest, your heartbeat soothing Leon with each beat. He finds his own jolting at your touch, having spent so long dreaming about this moment. He’d never admit it, but he felt cosy. Not just warm, and comfortable, as he allows you (literally the only person in the world) to card your fingers through his hair and stroke his fringe away from his forehead. Not just so in love, as he presses his chin into your chest and gazes up at you with those deep, lovestruck puppy dog eyes. Not just happier than he ever thought he could be, that he deserved, as your fingers trickle down his arms and send jolts of electricity shooting through his body. No, his cosiness felt like home, like everything he’s ever wanted wrapped into one person.

Gosh, Leon just loves you so much holy moly. You are genuinely the only good thing he’s ever had, and he’s just so scared sometimes because he knows if he loses you, he’ll lose all of him too.

He just can’t do any of this without the love of his life. Without you.

Before he knows it, he’s fallen asleep. You try not to twitch too much, pressing a hand that was stroking the hairs at the nape of his neck to your mouth. You try to choke back your laughter at the little snores that escape Leon’s mouth, and the way he shudders sometimes against your skin. 

He jolts awake once, remnants of Racoon City still clouding his mind, but you cuddle him closer into you. Wrapping your legs around his jeans, he sighs in pleasure as he dozes off again, feeling safe as the little spoon for once.

As he drifts off again, you murmur warm little nothings into his ear, enjoying the way he smiles against your cheek. You whisper about the ice cream date you guys went on after surviving your first zombie outbreak. Or the time you had jumped out with a monster mask on your first Halloween together and made him jump a mile up into the air, spilling his coffee all over his dress shirt. Or happy you were to see him at the gate at Racoon City’s Police Department, how you knew everything would be alright once you found him.

And you were right.

When he wakes up the next morning, alone on the sofa, he immediately sits up in a panic. He completely falls off of the sofa, heart and mind racing a thousand miles a minute as he runs towards the front door, feeling nauseous as he prepares to see the door splintered down and you gone. 

Of course they would take you, he chides himself, you are the most important thing to him in this whole Universe.

He nearly collapses in relief though, when you pop your head out from around the kitchen wall with a smile. You’re holding a pan in one hand, pancake sizzling and a spatula in the other, speakers blasting with the playlist Leon had made for you for your third anniversary.

He tries to settle his breathing, but he finds his heart skips a beat when he sees you wearing his leather jacket.

It turns out, you had called Hunnigan and somehow managed to demand the two of you should have the weekend off, and somehow she agreed.

He does spend the rest of the time in the kitchen trying to distract you though. His large hands are are running over your shoulders, chin pressed onto the top of your head as he sways the two of you from side to side. Every time you try to move away, he tugs you back and showers every inch of your head with kisses until you elbow him away.

He found a huge, genuine smile break out on his face for one of the first times in weeks when he rubs his thumb over your wedding ring, dipping down to sweetly press his lips against your own.

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢 & 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳. #5

(𝘉𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢!𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳! 𝘹 𝘌𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘕𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘯)

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺• 𝘌𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘨𝘰. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺. 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴• 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 ;). 𝘝𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 (𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦), 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘭. 𝘈/𝘕• 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐’𝘮 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳.

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•You try to hate him, but in the end, he’s still your husband and father of your upcoming child, and you know you’ll never love anyone else as much as you do with him.

•He keeps pleasing you, cooking and cleaning for you. He even had gone to the market once, in disguise of course. You were silently freaking out while he was gone, praying that he wouldn’t get caught.

• “I can cook vegetables and mashed potatoes if you are sick of pasta, dear” you nod and stretch to reach the herbs you need. Edward quickly grabs them for you and places a hand on your bump. “Hey, careful, love. You will smash the baby against the sink” It’s the first time he touches your belly, and you react in the worst possible way, feeling angry suddenly.

• “God, stop being nice to me!, you’re only doing it because you’re miserable after all you did!. I don’t need your pity and I don’t want your help!” he looks at you with a sad face, but you turn around and go away, slamming the door of your room. And just as you close it, you regret it, maybe it was the hormones, all the sudden emotions of having him back because you start crying again. You didn’t mean it, you have seen him trying to be there for you.

•After a couple of minutes, you’re silently sobbing, opting to go outside.

•There’s no sign of Edward anywhere, you start to feel scared that he had listened to you and decided to leave. But all his stuff were still there. You’re so tired of crying about everything, so you go to the kitchen and try to make something. Hoping it could ease your emotions that were on a big spiral.

•Edward opens the door of your apartment two hours later, being greeted with a sweet smell. He leaves the pharmacy bags on the table and he spots you.

•Your eyes are red from crying, you look so small, and your bump is notoriously poking under your blue pijamas, he smiles at you, thinking that you couldn’t look prettier.

• “Eddie?” you ask hoping to see him at the door. His hair is slightly tamed, and he wasn’t wearing his glasses, he looked so cute. You run and hug him tightly “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything. I know you’re trying so hard for us, I’m so sorry”

•He’s surprised to see you reciprocating him. But he felt like he was complete again, he hugged you back and smiled brushing your hair. “I’ve done so much damage to you, and you’re not in a position to be constantly overwhelmed. It’s okay, baby”

•You show him the apology cake you made for him, and he blushes and hugs you again.

•You eat dinner on the couch, and suddenly it’s like all the love for him that was locked couldn’t be contained anymore. “It feels like you don’t hate me anymore but… I want to know if you will completely forgive me someday…” his green eyes look at you curiously, causing you to sigh “It’s slowly happening, but I hope I can fully forgive you by the time this little bean decides to join us” you state rubbing at your belly.

• “How are we gonna name it?“ Your question keeps him thinking, “Well, I think we need to know the gender first” that was true.

•“But if it’s a girl, I want her to have your name…” he says after a brief pause. “You’re the only one thing that has been good in my entire life, I want her to continue that”. you kiss him, and it felt like the first time, you were both falling in love with each other again.

•That night is the first time you sleep together again.

•After that, everything gets better.

•You have to keep your husband away from the news, you don’t want him to even remember anything related to Batman, the police, Arkham, and the Riddler. Neither him, he can only think of you and the baby. While you were thinking on how to keep Bruce away from coming to see you.

•Eddie is the biggest sweetheart. Rubbing oil in your belly to prevent serious stretch marks, reminds you to take your vitamins, preparing you the most comfortable space in the shower or tub.

•You finally know the gender of your baby; IT’S A BABY BOY!

•Edward cries again and starts talking to your belly. “Hi little man, mommy and I finally know you’re a boy!, I can’t wait to meet you”

• “ So… How we gonna name him?” you ask while you’re naked in your bed, with Edward pressing his hand and ear on your belly. “What’s your favorite ballet ever?” you’re confused at his question, it’s not like you’re gonna name your baby “Coppelia” or “La Bayadere”. “I don’t know, I like Don Quixote, but I think The Rite of Spring wins” he nods, keeping his head in your bump. “And who composed it?” you smile, comprehending his words.

• “Igor Stravinsky”, Eddie stands, now seated in front of you, massaging your belly. “There you got it, Edward Igor” coincidentally, the baby kicks. It’s the first clear kick he gives, and you look at your husband in disbelief. “I think he likes it” you start laughing as Eddie leans to give you a big kiss on the lips. “Igor is a cute name, sounds like a cartoon character” he agrees, laying beside you.

•It’s impossible to deny that your desire for Edward to touch you escalated a lot after the fifth month of the pregnancy.

•He’s a little worried to hurt you, but he can’t reject you after seeing your beautiful body naked, now carrying his child.

•Greater breeding kink for him, it’s domestic and erotic at the same time.

•Anyways, sex becomes a daily thing. Trying to catch up after all the months you were separated. Neither of you can’t get enough, you’ve done it almost everywhere; the bed duh, the kitchen, the couch, the floor.

•Eddie is fascinated by the new changes in your body, and he’s constantly praising you.

•But it’s very intimate when you’re in the tub together. He’s behind you, and since you’re becoming a little too big, he is happy to please you by gently fingering you and stroking your aching breasts.

•He is losing it when you start producing breast milk, he’s a little perv for his wife.

•One night, you decide to have a proper wedding, just the two of you, reading your vows to each other, you wearing your grandma’s wedding dress this time, it doesn’t fit you right because of your belly. But it’s perfect, this time you can feel the love, and it’s so emotional.

•Eddie becomes obsessed with reading pregnancy books, and you both agree to have a birth at home. Since he can’t go to the hospital, and you want him with you. He’s slowly buying all the equipment needed and preparing for it. (We know he’s smart, he can play the nurse very well)

• After taking a shower together, he’s brushing your hair on the bed while you watch a movie. “Ouchie, that hurts, Eddie” he’s laughing and apologizing right after. “I’m sorry, dear. It’s just you look so cute, you look a child” and then you’re blushing.

•He has to go and pick a fried tofu and dumplings order for you at 11:00 pm, just because he loves his wife so much and she’s pregnant.

•Insomnia is your best friend during those months. That explains why you would end up with Edward, riding him at 2:00 am and finally sleeping at 4:00. That’s you exercising during the rest of your pregnancy.

•As the due date gets closer, Edward is done buying everything for your birth at home. And he already knows what to do, he even knows how to take care of you after you push out the placenta.

•The nursery room is ready, you have a lot of supplies of diapers, clothes, and feeding bottles that you and Edward got online. And there’s this massive pile of onesies, socks and blankets in different green shades for Igor.

•It’s a hot day in Gotham, you promised Bruce you were okay after months of avoiding him, and you tell him that baby Ed-Igor and you would visit him at his tower.

•Edward is doing his job as usual, and you are in bed, thinking about your recent contractions. You are in the final week of the last trimester of your pregnancy, baby Igor could come out at any moment. So you try to count how many contractions you’re having, and noticing how much is growing the pain.

•” Eddie!” he apologizes to the client and hung the phone after hearing you screaming his name. Only to look at a big wet spot on the bed when he came into the bedroom, “I was having contractions since yesterday… my water broke” he relaxes a little, of course, he’s nervous as hell, he’s going to deliver his child, but he studied how to receive the baby, so he’s a little confident.

• “Why you didn’t say anything?” he asks as he helps you get rid of your shorts and underwear. Then he helps you change the sheets of the bed. “I was gonna tell you if they didn’t stop, but I didn’t think that my water would break so fast…”

•Weeks ago, Edward disinfected the bathtub, so you could combat the contractions there since he read it could be better for you.

•So there you are, in the tub with nothing but a light sports bra and a bun in your head. You try to not scream so much during your contractions, you don’t want the neighbors to know you’re delivering a baby in the bathtub.

•Edward is there with you the whole time, he’s constantly checking on how dilated you are and offers his hand for you to squeeze it. He gets you a fan to ease your constant sweating.

•It starts to get intense around 2:00 pm, you’re slightly sobbing, it’s been only one hour, but you can feel the baby is very close to coming out. “I want a popsicle” you cry sinking in the water. “Honey, you’re about to give birth,” says Eddie moving some hairs out of your face. “I don’t care, Edward!, I want a raspberry popsicle!” He runs to the fridge and hands you the cold snack.

•That popsicle helped a lot. Also having a pair of combs in your hands made the pain slightly easier. Then, eight minutes later, you’re pushing the baby out.

•Edward catches him just as he’s out of you; blood, fluids, and more are all over the tub. (he was a serial killer, he’s not scared of blood and natural fluids, it’s his wife and baby after all)

• And everyone is crying.

•The baby is crying, you are crying and Eddie is crying.

• “Hi baby… oh you’re so small!” You say to your son after Edward placed him against your chest. “Eddie look, his little hairs are just like yours, aww” Your husband is in shock, his green eyes are focused on the tiny human in front of him. “He’s like a little meatball” and you both end up laughing and crying.

• Igor gets a little calmed after hearing your and Eddie’s voices. Eddie cuts the umbilical cord and he checks if his son is healthy enough to put him into his newborn clothes, noticing that he is in fact smaller than average newborns, thankfully, you had some premature baby clothes. Then he helps you push the placenta out and you’re ready to get out of the tub and get properly cleaned.

•That poor tub is a mess that day lol

•Once you’re clean, you can see your baby, he’s babbling in your bed, like he’s looking for you. He’s extremely tiny, and even though he’s been out of your for a half-hour, you know you just pushed out a carbon copy of Edward.

•It feels so natural and calm when you seat against the headboard of your bed, Eddie changed baby Igor into some elephant bag onesie and socks. He’s sleepy, but once you attach him to your chest, he’s looking for your nipple and gets quiet, causing you to laugh at the sudden sound of him swallowing “Oh, so you’re hungry…”

•Baby Igor was very desperated, you feed him tofu and noodles for nine months, of course he was hungry. He was making fists his little hands in the baby gloves Edward chose for him.

• “Thank you…” Edward says looking at you. He can’t believe you gave him a son. He was in Arkham five months ago, and now he was watching you breastfeeding your child. He knew you were young to be a mother, but he also knew that you were going to be an amazing mom. Just like he would try to be a good father.

• “For everything, from getting to know me, to letting me be your boyfriend, to letting me be here after all the pain I caused you, and for giving me a son…” you smile looking at him, then at baby Igor, whose done sucking at your right breast. “I’ll try harder for him and you, I’ll give you the life I almost ruined months ago” carefully, trying to not move so much, you kiss Edward, stroking his hair. “I forgive you, Eddie. I forgive you…”

•That night you call your parents and you’re like: “Hi mom, hi dad. I just had my baby at home, Edward has been with me since he broke out of Arkham, but he’s good now. Your grandchild’s name is Edward Igor Nashton, bye”

•The next days are hard, you and Eddie are trying to figure out how to be good parents. Setting the right schedule for Edigor, restoring the milk he won’t finish in the freezer and changing his diapers.

•Eddie had no clue on how to wipe the baby, you had a good time laughing at him.

•One time you were taking a shower, you came out and there’s Eddie on the couch, with Igor in his arms, but once you get closer, they’re looking at each other. Igor is awake and he’s giving a questionable face to his father, it’s funny though.

• “His looking at my soul with those eyes,” Edward says as he keeps looking at your baby. “What if he already hates me?” you huff and seat beside your kid and husband. “He’s a baby, he can’t even see any colors yet, Eddie” you assure him that Igor will understand once he's older, but in the meantime, you just have to team up and raise him correctly. “I love you” he says in your ear, while you both watch Igor sleep, “I love you too, Eddie. A lot…”

•Edward wants to give his son everything he couldn’t have.

•He still wants to kill half of Gotham, he hates Bruce Wayne (future uncle of his son) and he can’t watch the news because he would want to start streaming again, but… he preferred you, and Igor, he preferred to raise his child and grow old with you.

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I love Eddie, he’s crazy but I love him so much 🥺

I want to write a part 6 where reader and Eddie celebrate their first Halloween, Christmas or Igor’s first birthday. 🥲

[sparkbeast20]

Hi! Love your writings! Reaction from both brothers and side characters of Female Gangster MC. Like they just found out

ANS: So, this My first request I ever made. I hope I did you justice with this Anon and also Thank you for the kind words, I'm glad you like my writing <3

If want to send request feel free to send them :3

Warning: Mention of Guns, Blood, Killing, Violence, Taking the fall for someone, and PTSD.

The Brothers and Dateables + (Luke platonic) finding out that F!MC use to be a Gangster

Lucifer

“MC, what’s this” Lucifer points at a scar on her chest, what looks like a stab wound.

“It nothing Lucifer, its just…. It just a remainder not to disobey orders….” She trails off, starting to tear up “it my fault, I got to reckless and almost someone I care about killed” she places a hand on the scar try to keep it together and not show weakness Infront of the Avatar of Pride.

Lucifer slowly took off one of his gloves, and walk closer to MC, and place his hand over hers

“Scars are nothing to be ashamed off, you did it to protect someone you care and….” He places his hand on her chin and lean her head back to met his black and red glance. “Your safe here, you don’t have to worry to go back to that life anymore”

You just the tears fall as your face soft and embrace him, feeling safe knowing that you don’t have hide you past to him.

Mammon

“This all your Mammon!” she angerly whisper in his ear, and groan at her pestering.

“ShHH! Quiet, they’ll hear us human-” then you smack him slightly on the back of his head.

“Whoops, you called me human again”

“Hey! Do you really need to- WAIT there’s a car over there” him point out, and quickly book it to the park vehicle and see that it isn’t lock, however?

“Crap! The key isn’t here” he tries to look around, but quickly push to the passenger, and MC sat the driver sit and open up under the steering wheel.

“Why do I have to do everything around here!” she grabs and cut two wires and start hot wire. In second the car starts up and she buckle her seat belt. “Mams, you guys can survive a car to the face?”

“Yeah…. Why- wait!?! What are you-”

“Buckle yourself in!” She quickly steps on the gas, the demons been chasing them heard the engine, but quickly get hit by the car. As the human and avatar of greed make their escape.

“WHAOOO! I have fun thrill in months” as MC enjoy the adrenaline, Mammon looks over to the human that he was suppose to protect, in amaze and fear. He makes a mental note that Lucifer isn’t the only he shouldn’t just provoke.

Leviathan

“This is impossible!” Levi is struggling with a level from a game from the human world that he just bought, while MC behind him, trying to hold her laughter.

Is a mock version of gang game and Levi, is at the level of the game where to rival gangs are fighting each other for territory?

“You’re focusing on the grunts and not the ones who are hiding from afar- look” she grabs the control from Levi and start playing the level like it was nothing, as she explained how and why he keep dying, all the while Levi is both shock with how MC can play and concern about the implication of how she gotten the knowledge.

“There, now you just have to escape, I never good with car chase, only driving really fast- Huh…. Levi was wrong?”

Levi snap from his train of thought and grab the controller from her, and finishing the level.

“MC, were you-”

“Yeah, but left that behind me.”

Satan

MC and Satan are watch Mammon and Levi being strung up by Lucifer from afar.

“I’m surprise, that you’re not phase about this” Satan asks looking over to her, watching why she not reacting on the display of punishment Infront of her.

“EH… I’ve seen worst”

“Really? What worst then this”

“Being killed-”

“What!?! That’s not punishment!”

“You didn’t let me finish, watching someone being killed Infront of you is worst. It’s a way to learn to obey your boss and survive in world”

She looks on to the demons being strung, while Satan is still letting the information sink in, who know that the human was brought to hell, has already lived in one.

Asmodeus

“I’ve been meaning to asks darling, where did you get your scars?” Asmo asks MC as he and her are taking a bath together.

“Which one?”

“Well…. All of them”

“Ah…. All of them are from fights that I got to”

“Why would you go and get in to fights, you’re to precious” Asmo cooed them move closer and grab her hand, and start scrubbing her arm. She laughs as she is tickled by his action.

“You know, for a bunch of demons. your all nicer than other humans back home” pauses for a moment, by continue with a giggle.

“Well, you don’t have to worry anymore. As long I’m here no one will ever lay a finger on you again” and that’s a promise he made to you and himself.

Beelzebub

“I’m glad you like it Beel” MC made Beel a homemade dish from the human world to calm the hungry demon.

“Its so good, I like your cooking”

“Nah…. You would like Sal’s cooking, he’s the one who taught me how to cook this”

“Maybe, if we go to the human world, you might think he’ll cook for me and my brothers”

“Yeah totally! He loves my friends…...but he can’t”

“Why? Did he leave or something?”

“His at prison, he took the blame for me. And said you should get out of this life….. I guess cooking isn’t the only thing I learn from him” she laughs to hide the fact she misses her mentor.

Beel quickly engulfs her in bear hug, and rub her back.

“Is okay, maybe we can visit him someday”

She sighs and let the tears fall as she return the hug.

“I-I’ll like that, thank Beel”

Belphegor

“You’re still up” MC asks Belphie who is standing at the doorway at her room.

“Sorry, I was waiting for you”

“Really why?”

“You been having nightmare with some men with guns, I figure to help you” she let out sharp gasp and turn away from Belphie.

“I’m sorry to keep you up-”

“No! I already cause so much pain; I want to help you to keep those nightmares away. Like I promise.”

She looks back with her eyes widen and clenching his pact mark on her wrist. She hastily grabs his hand with her head hang low.

“P-please…. Make the nightmares go away….”

“Anything for you, I’ll keep the nightmares and the bad men away”

Diavolo

“You like what you see” Diavolo spoke behind MC startling her, Diavolo was shock to her reaction almost bumping into crown in display.

“Oh, I-I wasn’t planning to steal this I swear-”

“Calm down, I trust you. Sorry for startling you.”

“You trust me, even with my background” she mutters, and look directly at Diavolo’s eyes to see if his lying or not.

“I didn’t look in to your past, only your connection with Lilith. I believe in Demons, Angel, and Humans can have second chances. If you’re a good person now, as long you learn from your past. I don’t see to bring up old scars”

“Thank you, My lord”

“Please, Call me Diavolo”

“I don’t think Lucifer will like that”

Barbatos

MC is inside Barbatos room, helping him clean, to the surprise of the demon butler seeing that he didn’t help in clean. But he can’t refuse the human.

But then she stops and look at the door she uses in going back in time in the time of the “Incident”

“Barbatos, can you see any path where I stayed in the human world and never came here in the first places”

“I’m afraid, I am forbidden to use my powers like that, why may I ask what makes you think of that?”

“I think, I got the luckiest path. And I’m thankfully for this. I think I’ll be in the side of the road-”

Suddenly Barbatos places a hand on her shoulder, causing her to look at the demon.

“Its better not to think of what could’ve happen and focus on your presents self”

Simeon

“Simeon, am I bad person?” She asks while Simeon is writing a draft of his story.

“No, why do you ask?”

“You’re the closes person to being pure and good, is it good for me to threaten people even though I was just following orders”

Simeon stop writing and put the quill down, and look over to MC.

“Did they threat you?”

“Yes”

“Did you, like doing things like that to other?”

“No!” she quickly sat up to that question.

“Are you willing to do that again?”

“Never!”

“Then you’re a good person.”

Solomon

Solomon and MC are at purgatory hall practicing spells for class, when MC spill the potion on to herself, then she starts taking off her shirt, leaving Solomon blushing and turning his back to give her some privacy.

“MC!?! Warner me next time, before you start striping.”

“Sorry, force of habit”

“What you always spill potion on yourself all the time, back home” she looks with bows rise up.

“Oh… No, every time I get back home from a job, I’m usually covered in blood and I don’t want to leave any evidence behind”

“W-what exactly, are those “Jobs” of yours?”

“I you know shady things, if you can keep secrets about yourself. Then I have secrets of my own” she smiled teasing him.

But to him, its no tease.

Luke

“Luke, little advise from me. Don’t be like Mammon or Me” MC and Luke watches Mammon, Levi and Solomon playing poker in class waiting the bell to ring.

“I know Mammon shouldn’t be followed, but you’re a good person I don’t see why you rope yourself with him.”

“Oh sweetie, I’m just nice to people I care about. I don’t care for others outside my gan- never mind”

“Wha-” then the bell rings, and Mammon rushes and grab MC by arm and dragging her out the classroom.

Leaving Luke confuse and worried.

[dangerousenemies]

IDEALS. pt.3 - time.

He had been torn away from his home not once, but twice. He wanted to return. But he wanted it to be along his own terms. He was certain… certain he would see them all again. That he could not have been so lost within time, that wherever he did end up - there was always a choice. An option. He did not like parting ways.

There's a lot of people who never got to say goodbye. There's plenty more waiting to say hello again.

A republished fix-it fic. Ingo has been returned from his unexpected time in Hisui, found by Clay just outside route 6. Sorry, I don't know how to format fics onto Tumblr.

> 8,464 words. Enjoy !

It was odd cooking for two people again, but it was kind of nice, too. The house was warm. The boys were fed. The rain had subsided for the first time in hours. Clay'd been up all night, though he didn't mind too much. This was a big deal, & he had plenty more calls to make now that Ingo had rested. He could talk to him now & prepare him for the next few days. A bit of a briefing on things. Just like Clay would have to go & warn Drayden in advance. Easing into everything was the best way to go about it in his mind. Give Ingo something to work with, inform Drayden first, let him decide how to tell his nephew & daughter from there. That wasn’t Clay’s place, it was Drayden’s as Ingo's Uncle & previous guardian. He hopes that call goes well. That Drayden doesn’t chew his ear off – or worse, for not calling him in the dead of night, when he'd very first found him. He was letting Ingo get some rest & gain his strength before he was thrown head first into the deep end. He was scattered. He had nothing to go on besides his own scrambled head, & he couldn't imagine what he's been going through for four years. Ingo needed a little grounding long before he sent him along to his family. It was only eight hours Ingo had been with him. Drayden was probably just getting up for the day, anyways.

Clay sighs loud, exhaling out of his nose as he pinches the bridge of it with his free hand.

He was doing a good thing, even if it wracked his head. He didn’t feel guilty. He knew in his own mind that this was just a bump in the road. But Drayden was … notably fiery, when he was upset. But he hoped the news of Ingo being found would push away any concerns of Clay’s conviction. He would just have to forgive him someday if he got angry with him. Clay lets the eggs simmer as he grabs two glasses, filling them both with water. He sets them aside, alongside some premade toast settled atop a plate.

Excadrill had been sent off in the hopes of waking Ingo up minutes ago. He almost wanted to go make sure that Ingo was alright, that he wasn't just gone again, or that his Gliscor hadn't picked a fight with Mortar. He debates it for a second, then reminds himself he would have heard a commotion far before now. That Gliscor of his would just have to get over it, other people & pokemon were going to be around its trainer.

Kind of endearing the man went & found himself a teammate who never stopped smiling. He wonders, even with Ingo's memory gone, he subconsciously chose it for that reason. A little piece of home away from home. Seemed like those two, the twins, never left each other's sides even if he reasonably knew they had separate lives. They just worked so damn much – Elesa's words, not his. Though the more he got to know them as they made a name for themselves, it became starkly clear that they were workaholics. Their teams, too. Apparently the two worked 6 days a week, for 10 hours. Insanity. Downright silly of them. Clay looks down at the food he was cooking, a little ashamed he hadn't gotten ahold of Ingo's family yet. No, no it was better to give him some time. To help remind him, hopefully. At least know their names.

A chitter from his side tells him Excadrill was back. He grunts, letting him know he heard him, still preoccupied ensuring their eggs don't burn – he was known for not being the best cook. Good thing all three of his partners were keen to a raw diet, else he wasn’t sure he’d ever get them to eat what he makes. He turns his head, half expecting to see Ingo following the little critter, but when he sees nothing; he looks to his side. It was Sandslash staring up at him, begging for some of his own meal. "You already got yer breakfast." He snorts. "Don't act all cute cos you want more."

The pangolin proceeded to place his snout against the counter, acting cute. His eyes were big, claws tapping against the wood as he whined. Clay snorts again, letting his gaze fall back onto the food. "Go see what's keepin' Excadrill so long. We got company, y'know."

Sandslash stared at him for a long, hard minute unrelenting before padding off. Acting like he was starving when Clay didn't even feed them pellets like they were pets. He had to wake up early just to arrange their food, then their supplements, then himself, & now he has a guest. Not that he was complaining. A particularly loud voice told him Ingo was awake - though not startled or alarmed. Just awake. He never had volume control, even as a kid. He could hear him greeting Clay’s own pokemon, quieting himself the more he spoke. Clay smiles wistfully as he turns the flames off, & takes two plates from his cupboard. He closes the cabinet with the back of his arm, his back still turned as he hears the approaching paws of Excadrill. His were heavier than Sandslash's. Less scratchy, more of a thunk, thunk. Not sure how he'd confused the two.

He sets the plates down, lifting the pan & scraping the contents onto the two plates. Clay fetches the toast he'd baked & buttered minutes ago, setting it beside the scrambled eggs. "Good morning, Ingo." Said Clay, hearing human steps join Excadrill's, then the rushed paws of Sandslash who ran in front of the others to make his way back to Clay’s side.

"Good morning. Thank you. I had not realized how encumbered my exhaustion had left me."

Clay gave him a side-eyed gaze. Ingo looked much smaller without his coat & hat, though he didn't look frail. Just … smaller. He was well taken care of, he could tell. Clay couldn't help but wince at the noticeable black eye Ingo had, now lit up by the kitchen light. It was an ugly blue, nasty & stretched across to his jaw. He inhales. "Not a problem. Are y'hungry? You certainly look it."

"Yes, I am." Seems like it wasn't keeping him down though. Clay nods his head, gesturing to his table with his spatula. Excadrill had situated himself atop his fortress of pillows on the other side of the table, lounging in the Sun. He had no clue where Krookodile was.

"Get yerself situated. You okay w'eggs?" Ingo nods, though looked more than a little lost. A little awkward, especially as he continued to stand there for a few seconds more, wringing his hands before he headed for the table. Clay turned his back, taking the glasses of water & sliding one to Ingo.

"You don't gotta be a stranger, y'know." He sets the other on the edge of the table. Ingo eyed the water as if he hadn't been given a lick of the stuff in weeks. He was the same way when he woke up. Clay gives him a bit of a nod of the head, encouraging him to take his fill if he was thirsty. Ingo stared for a few seconds, hesitantly taking the glass to sip.

"I am a stranger, it seems." Ingo replied as he pulled out a chair, seating himself. He watched Clay a moment, as he grabbed up both plates in two hands, leaving the dirty spatula on the counter for a later issue.

"Well that's a harsh way to put it." He sets Ingo's plate down, pulling a fork from a container he had nearby. Clay looked at him, trying to read whatever he was feeling. Lost, certainly. Ingo didn't meet his eye. Forgot about that. "Here."

Ingo took it between two pinched fingers, with a "Thank you." as he placed it atop his plate. Clay pulls a chair out from the other side, though not across from Ingo, & sits down. Didn't have to force eye contact if Ingo didn't want to make it. The other man was just staring at his plate, his face long & tired. Frown pulled across his face, his forearms flat against the table. Clay held off on eating, to pat the top of Ingo's hand. "Stranger or not, yer still a person. People gotta eat."

Ingo looked up at him. Contemplating. He could tell the way he scanned his features, then slowly nodded. He took his fork, & hesitantly began to pick apart his food. Clay felt his shoulders relax, leaning forward in his chair to scarf down his own meal.

"How's yer head feel?" He asked, mouth a little full but it wasn’t unbecoming enough for him to really care. Ingo paused, making a disconnected noise, his fork still in his mouth. He removes it, placing it on his plate.

"In disrepair." Ingo took another small bite, immediately silencing himself. Clay could tell he was trying to be polite & not stuff his face, but the growl of his stomach betrayed him. Clay chuckled at that. Ingo’s face twisted a second, looking a bit flustered, his eyes falling on his plate. "Thank you, again." He says, quiet. "You are… very generous."

"You're plenty welcome." Clay looked at his own quickly depleting plate, scooping up a large chunk of scrambled eggs & just about inhaled it. Ingo looked up at him like he was insane, but didn't vocalize it. God, he had to call Drayden. Just seeing him in person was enough to make his stomach flip, but seeing him like this made him feel ill. Clay taps his fingers against the table.

"Ingo," Clay started. He looks up at him again, silent. "I need t'get a hold of your family, sometime. An' you were sayin' you don't even recall your brother–"

He heard a fork hit the glass quietly. Ingo used his thumb to wipe a small bit of food from his face. "I do. It is just… faint."

"Right, right. That's my issue, see. I wanted to know if you'd be in the right mind to talk t'yer uncle. He's just about th' closest thing you got as a father.”

"I see." He whispers, his hands held at his chest, twisting the band around his wrist nervously. It was peculiar to hear Ingo so quiet. "Do I have a mother, then?"

"No. They both passed when you were young." He had to be honest with him. There was no point in sugarcoating the truth. He'd find out someday, & it was better to let him know now than have him ask for someone who'd been dead for 22 years & dredge it up for someone else. Ingo looked indiscernible. His face was flat, his eyebrows didn't move, his mouth a frown. He was someone who was very, very hard to read. Clay watched him for the slightest changes.

"I see. What of my brother?" Right, right. He had mentioned Emmet to him last night & never explained. That was unfair to him, especially when he had explicitly asked. When he promised he’d let him know. He planned on it - but Ingo had crashed in his arms, exhausted from his day long before he could explain anything about the other Subway Boss.

"An identical twin. Named Emmet." Clay said.

"Emmet?" Ingo parroted, his hand on his wrist stilling as he stared at him. His eyes were at his mouth, watching, waiting for the next syllables that met them. He sounded like he was questioning the name long & hard.

"Yes?" What was going on behind those eyes, he couldn’t tell.

"That is very funny." Said Ingo, it sounded like he was amused. His eyes crinkled, & his grip on his wrist loosened. "That is very, very funny."

He sounded like Emmet dropping that many very's in short succession. Clay cocks an eyebrow. "Why's that?"

"My Gliscor's nickname is Emit. Like emitting a sound. Not omit – " He strained the O sound. "Though I… suppose that, too, would work in this situation." His gaze fell on the table, shame washing across his face.

Clay makes a face & Ingo doesn't meet it. "That so?"

"Yes. Something about the name sounded proper." He says, his growling stomach encouraging him to eat a bit more. A bit faster. He takes his toast in hand, examining it a moment before biting into it with a crunch. Clay looks at him, as if he had said something odd. Ingo swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Y'know," Clay says, twisting the gold earring that had been from his grandmother. Dammit Ingo. "Yer brother, Emmet is the exact opposite of ya. Don't think I've ever seen y'smile – but Emmet, Emmet I've never seen frown. Not ever. Not even …" at Ingo's funeral.

"That is… very alarming. I have… not understood why my own face has haunted me. Why it had felt as though I had departed something very important." Ingo places his head in one hand, leaning his elbow against the table.

"How bout this." Says Clay, sounding more firm now. "I'll show y'some photos of your family. Tell y'some names. 'm sure I could even find some of yer old team." He could scour some social media he had access to. Some personal account he'd been added to, & find a few photos of them all.

Ingo nods his head, quietly. "I would like that. I think that may be the best course of action. To help my mind come back on schedule."

"Alright, alright." Clay pats around his jacket, finding his phone in his pocket. He opens it, Ingo watches him silently. He went back to his food, but peered up at him occasionally. Expectantly. He was very curious, now. He tried to swallow down the bile in the back of his mind that told him he was abandoning the people who loved him. Another half of him reminded him this was what he'd wanted, & he was returning to people who loved him, too. He was never where he was supposed to be. But it didn't mean he wasn't where he wanted to be. He wished he could walk amongst both, unhindered by the laws of space-time.

"Ingo?" He looks up. "Lost ya there, y'okay?"

"I am… I am okay." He nods his head briskly. He needed to be honest. He needed to talk about it – last night his voice had been lost, long before he began weeping. "As happy as I am to walk within my own time, I cannot help but recognize all that I have lost. And all that I must work to reobtain."

Clay's face softened. Ingo felt ashamed.

"I know this is the right path for me. That my track must run its course, & I am home. But I, too, have been displaced & the path ahead will be… challenging. I am mourning those I have forgotten, those I remember, & those I must meet again. And I do not know what lies ahead. I am sorry. This is… a lot, to handle alone, & I know, too you are only trying to help. I do not want to overencumber you with my own burden."

Clay was silent, he set his phone aside face down as he nodded. He watched him a moment, before exhaling quietly out of his nose. He nods again, slower this time as he clasped his hands together, pressing his thumbs against one another. "I know it's rough. And it's gunna be rough fer a long time. But that's why we're gunna get y'home. They'll be able to help you plenty, 'n' y'can start healing from everythin', together."

Ingo swallowed hard. "You're right."

Clay turned the phone to him, having saved photos to his phone in Ingo's minutes of silence. It was a lot, to go through images back when Ingo's family was still all together. Images from Drayden, of his sister & her husband. Photos of Emmet & Ingo together, some from events, some were personal. Some were from their work, taken by Elesa who had done a multi battle against the two with Skyla. There were plenty of cute photos of their teams, some of them during battles. A couple where the two twins were shaming one another's pokemon jokingly. "Y'ready to face things, so you can get yerself there?"

Ingo hesitated. He scratched his wrist nervously, his eyes adverting to the floor. His breathing was funny. He took a long, shaking breath as he steeled his nerves. This was for himself, & for his family. He nods slowly, before adding some vigor. Clay took that as his cue as he turns his phone back over, lying it between them.

"This is yer Uncle Drayden." Said Clay, gesturing to a broad, white haired man with an admittedly funny beard, stood between two large dragons. One made of hues of blues & pinks, jagged on every edge. Claws that looked like they could tear someone apart, & jaws that could snap bone. The other was a large, tall green dragon with tusks so sharp they glinted in the unnatural lighting. Its arms were short, but its body was long & strong. In front of the man & his companions was a small, stout green hatchling that looked as though it was babbling through it's small tusks. He's seen them before.

"He's a real tough nut, Mayor of Opelucid City & th'local gym leader. You an' your brother were raised by him. Never knew what happened to yer parents, personally. I'm real sorry I can't tell you any fine details."

"It's… Okay. I am certain it will hurt again one day, but today it is just life. Life goes on."

Clay grunts in agreement, allowing Ingo his time to take in the photo. "Does white hair run in our family? Or am I just getting old, too…"

There's a rumbling chuckle from Clay. "Ingo, son. You're only 30."

"Pardon me?" He'd forgotten how old he was, really. But his poor posture, wrinkling skin & silver hair had led him to believe he was much, much older than just 30. That means when he'd shown up in Hisui he was only… 26. That didn't feel right. He'd suffered through being called an old man by Melli when Melli was, in fact, 32. He'd really like to rub that in his face right about now. He could be polite. He is polite. Ingo is polite. Do not be mean to the other Wardens. Do not start issues. The other Wardens are polite, unlike someone. Ingo blinks a few times, before he snaps his attention back to Clay. He had heard something about his Uncle, though had missed it.

" But uh — I'm just startin' to grey, y'know. Rearin' on sixty. You were only twenty-six when you went & fell off th' face of th' Earth, 'n' I remember yer head bein like a snowy day. It's gotta run in th' family, or somethin'." Clay chuckles. He hadn't heard much of what he said.

"I see." Ingo was silent. He was pressing his thumbs together like Clay had been prior, without realizing. "What are the names of those pokemon? I have… procured memories of one, in the past."

"Oh those three? Th' little ones an Axew, th' big green ones a Haxorus – Axew evolves into that big fella. Th' real vibrant ones a Druddigon. Your brother has a vendetta against that thing, swear on my heart. Elesa calls 'm Gruddgigon"

"Tell me did I… have any of these pokemon, once?" Ingo was looking between the green dragons intermediately, taking the sight of them in. Was it the tusks he recalled? Or the green scales. "The Haxorus. I remember when y'came into my gym, probably 12 years old, with your little Fraxure. I swear it only knew earth power. It was your favourite move, swear to all that is good & green the moment it could learn earthquake you taught 'em it right there 'n' then." Clay affirmed. So he did fight with dragons. That was something he had always wanted to try, but never felt he was skilled enough to do. He still wants to see Galarian dragon types, in all of their ferocity.

"Haxorus." Ingo repeats. He stares at the image long & hard. His eyes were fixated on his Uncle, seeing features in him that Ingo saw in himself. Even his posture reminded Ingo of himself. It kind of reminded him how he would point & call, even if he had no station to supervise. Clay watches him, noting the man's expression as he took it all in. White hair ran in the family, he wasn't that old. He felt very old. Silly sideburns & facial hair, too it seemed. Ingo rubs at an eye, his dry, cracked hands scratching at the skin.

"Would you like to see your siblings?" Clay asks, a finger hovering near his phone as to shift the photo at the drop of a hat.

"I… Yes I would." Ingo says, catching his eyes. "I have been uncoupled for some time. I do not want to be the weak link between us."

"Mh–hm." Clay swipes his phone screen to the side, displaying a new photo. It was of a dark skinned girl, dangling, swinging between Ingo & another man. Ingo's uniform was in the state he had appeared to the Pearl Clan in. Pristine, no holes or frayed edges. No burn marks. No chew marks. No tattered edges, cuffs – his jacket had cuffs. He had forgotten that. It reached near his calves, rather than his waist. Even then he did not smile. This was correct. But he could tell, he was happy. It was small details, like the shape of his eyes. The way they crinkled & moved. Or his nose scrunching up, the posture of his arms.

The other man was a spitting image of Ingo. The same silver hair - grey eyes. His uniform was a mirror copy of his own, but white in colour. His smile was broad. It met ear to ear, & very genuine. It seemed they opposed one another in all fashions – Ingo wore a white undershirt, where his brother wore a black one. He can't help a quiet, sad snicker that escaped him. What a small little thing to do, & yet it warmed his heart to see it.

"We look happy." Ingo says, his voice much more acquainted with his emotions. Louder. He gently took the phone in his hands, staring intently at his own face. That was him. This was who he was. Who he could be again. He would keep the memories of those who opened their homes to him, who protected him. Who he loved, & in returned loved back. Today he needed to meet those who had awaited him. Who he had sought to find, & remember. Faces he would know in time, & names that would feel like clockwork, that click as easily as a turntable. He had so many people to say goodbye to, but so many people to say hello to. Ingo closes his eyes, allowing a tear or two run down his cheeks.

"I am okay." He says, setting the phone down, his band clicking gently against wood. "It is good to see physical proof of myself, as I once was." Clay patted the top of Ingo's hand, gently.

"My cousin, or, perhaps, little sister… What is her name?" Ingo felt the words fall into place like they were normal to him. Brother, sister. Cousin, uncle. It felt right, even if he still could not reach them.

"Iris." Iris. A pretty name. Like the flower. He remembers those from the Fieldlands. He wipes the tears from his chin, & the new one welling in his good eye.

"I see." Ingo replies. No you don't, your eyes are all puffy. Ingo couldn't help but crack a small snicker at that thought. It sounded like a joke he'd hear someone he knew make. He could almost hear the groans, & the pleas for her to stop – but once she made one, the rest kept coming. Clay shifts back in his seat, crossing his arms as he laid his head back. "She's uh. The Champion of the region, she's gotten even better than her old man. Even beat yer brother a few times, keepin him preoccupied, that she is." Clay nods his head, "That she is. She's growin' up fast, too."

That word buzzed in his head. Like he could recall something he had done – where that word was a blessing. Or maybe a curse. "What is a Champion?"

"They're uh. They're the top trainer in a region, meanin' they hold the title. They have t'go against all of the gyms t'prove they got what it takes. Then they gotta face the Elite Four – they're like a prerequisite, even tougher than the toughest leaders. Then if, if they beat the Champion themselves, they take the old one's place. Y'see?"

Ingo pauses. Yes, that sounded familiar. It reminded him of campfires. Campfires & electric pokemon. Thunder stones & tiny jolts of electricity. Metal pokemon that could never seem to sit still, always fussing the other's company in their joint bodies.

Or Campfires alongside Gaeric & Calaba, at the beginning of summer. Where Lian had begun to shown him a thunder stone he had procured just minutes before, with the assistance of Ursaluna. The small boy sitting alongside him, between the large bear's head, who snored as the boy rattling off about the two pokemon he knew that could evolve with it. Of those pokemon's specialities, of their weaknesses. About Irida's father who had a Jolteon that evolved with such a stone. And of a cheeky Raichu who had tried to steal from Lord Kleavor's offerings right in front of him, while the Noble ate.

Ingo remembers fondly ruffling the child's hair, asking him if he would like to see the effects of a thunder stone in person. It was to the other Warden's dismay when the child agreed. Lian had shook Ingo by the arm & pleaded with him to let him help a pokemon evolve. To see it first hand.

Ingo had drawn out his Magneton - Velocity - their trio heads twisting & churring at the sight of the four Wardens. Calaba seemed almost a little frightened by the mechanical triplets, but Ingo insisted they were harmless. They were. He nodded softly, assuring her with his expression. She trusted his judgement. He suspected the calmness of Ursaluna to play a part in that. The large bear hadn't even moved, let alone make a sound.

' What is it? ' Had asked Lian. Ingo had no reply, but knew deep down it evolved upon contact with a thunder stone.

' I do not recall its name – but its origins reside within my time. I discovered it within a rift. Or more, they discovered me. Their name is Velocity. '

' Velocity. ' Came the echoed voice of Lian. Ingo nodded. Gaeric was surprised to find he named his partners. Ingo explained it made him feel closer to them. To give them identity. He was just glad the man didn't seem to question his usage of pokeballs, such as the Galaxy Team's ranks, having forgotten their inexistence amongst the clan. They felt right. The shape was wrong, but the form was correct. Ingo had looked to Lian, the boy eyes a glow as he held the stone in one hand. Having a competition with the pokemon, making faces back & forth between the two.

' What do you say? I believe it is time to help them along to their final stage of life. '

-

Magnezone rested in his coat pocket, just a mere room away. Ingo was silent. His motions had stopped, his hands just resting against one another as he stared blankly at the table. When he remembered he had been holding a conversation, Ingo slowly, almost robotically turned to look up Clay. He blinks a few times. The older man gave him a look that begged to ask if he was alright, but Ingo just looked down at his brace. "So it is … a gauntlet to test your strength & resolve?" Ingo asked at last, his words didn't fit in his mouth. They felt clunky & unused.

Clay was silent, for a long moment. He watched Ingo twist the band around his wrist, palm ignoring the carved feather of Sneasler's visage pressing into his inner hand. The wood & metal were a comforting touch to his hands, though he was certain he would be handing away the item to Clay, when the time came. Or perhaps he would keep it, as a remnant of his responsibilities. He presses his knuckles to his face quietly, leaning against his hand.

"I suppose y'could say that." Clay replied, at last. He had noticed him drift away, spaced out & got caught up in his own head. Ingo ignores fact. It was easier to think that everyone was just as oblivious as he was. Ingo hums, quietly, letting his gaze fall back onto the image of his siblings as he tried to detach himself from the memory of his fellow Wardens.

Emmet was a spitting image of himself, but in a contrasting uniform & features. The uniform. "Zoroark." Ingo whispers.

"What's what?" Asked Clay. His gaze was tunnel visioned on his attire. His expression. That's why his tormentors were so effective. Their red & white coats that couldn't quite mock his jacket & cap. Their not right forms met him with a gaping smile as they mocked him. They were reminding him of Emmet, unintentionally. They were mimicking Ingo, but his subconscious was screaming that it wasn't him. It was someone else. Someone he loved trying to tear him apart, just to turn into snapping, drooling maws. Teeth that bore close to his throat, & snapped like a famished Houndoom, but with the strength of a human man. He remembers the almost human whimper it made when Machamp flung it into a snowbank. The blood that pooled at his fingers, where he hadn't realized it had tore into his sides. Ingo felt his breathing rise. Ignore it. It was hard to forget things like that. Ignore it. He had a twin. His twin. Emmet. That was not a Zoroark. He is safe. He is family. He would not hurt him.

He knew Clay was watching him. He didn't really care. Ingo was used to being observed by others. "Nothing." Ingo said, looking at the photo longer, just taking the sight in. Ignore it. A brother. A sister. I like winning more than anything else. "Was one of them… particularly competitive?"

Clay chuckles. It made his shoulders shake, & devolved into full blown laughter. It was loud. It was a warm belly laugh, but Ingo couldn't find comfort in it. He just waited, feeling a little mocked. He blinks a few times, taking a shaky breath. "Ingo, yer brother & you were some of the most competitive duos I've done near ever met. Emmet – God, he's a sore loser. Nice about it, don't get me wrong. But y'were always more humble, always cheerin' for the opposin' teams, even when ultimately y'lost." Clay faked wiping a tear from his eye, with a sigh of amusement. "God, I think he almost tore my head off when he went 'n' lost the first time you came t'my gym. You both did. Came back with a little Klink & tore my team a new one with the little guy. You two bein so set on a fire type 'n' an electric type did y'no favours."

"What… pokemon does my brother use? Does it evolve with a thunder stone? Is it steel? Or - have more than one head?" Ingo asked, absentmindedly searching for Magnezone's ball before realizing his jacket was gone. He had been noticing the change in pressure over his shoulders, & had been trying to ignore he only has Gliscor at his hip. But now it was stressing him out. He reasonably knew his jacket was filthy, but the weight of his team holding it down & the collar against his neck was stabilizing. He pulls his hood closer to his neck, trying to replace the lost sensation. Ignore it. "I have… a partner who I recall being familiar with."

Clay hums at that, curious what he could mean by that. "Beats me." Ingo visibly deflated at the comment. Clay put up one finger, as if to say hold on. "I can fish up a photo of your teams, though. See if it rings any bells."

Yes, yes that would be good. Ingo placed his hand on Gliscor's ball, holding it in his hands. He had to be hungry by now. Soon, he promises. He'd repay Clay anything to help him feed the six of them. He always had such a debt to pay for his kindness. Ingo's thumb traced the shape of the carving, absentmindedly, hoping he wouldn't be too fussy when he let him out. He hadn't been too happy when Excadrill had come & woken them up, hissing at the mole. Ingo had withdrawn him before either of them could start a preemptive fight inside a house. Clay took the phone, turning it to its side as he showed him a wide photo. Ingo looked up at the sight of motion, pushing down the worries of his current team. He hopes the ones of his past didn't see them as replacements, but as new friends. Ingo gnaws on his bottom lip, as he scans the photo.

It was a large, open space. With large columns, & tiled floors. It was far larger than any building he had seen in quite a long time. It rivaled that of the Galaxy Hall, with its large red floors & plaster walls. These looked like they had a dull shine. The photo was taken from a far angle, with the two twins on either side. Ingo was to the right, his hand on his cap but arm in that signature point & pose of his. Haxorus, he remembers Clay called it, stood at his side. Its head was reared back in a smiling roar, its tusks threatening to bat Ingo's hat clear off his head. At his waist floated a pair of twin gears, bound by a third, faceless set. It reminded him of Magnezone. Yes, this was the one that drew him to them when they were just a Magnemite. A little thing that had followed him out of a rift, that danced at his hands. Not zapping him, nor ramming him with their head. Just a small little thing that found a kindred in Ingo.

A broad, beige pokemon with a strained frown & bulky arms stood underneath the twin gears. It had pink, almost vein-like protrusions that reminded him of backpack straps. It even had a little goatee like Ingo had grown - to make his reflection seem less familiar. It was a little funny to see little things in his own team that he had in himself. An Excadrill posed dramatically, with its arms thrown out on both sides of it beside the bulky pokemon.

He needed to address the elephant in the room.

The twirling lavender flames that illuminated his face, lighting his silver eyes. This was his partner. Was. The steel handles of the ghost reminded him of Magnezone, yet he knew that it was not a steel-type. He remembers her. Yes, he remembers her. Freight. That word brought a bubbling, laughing smile to his face. Tears welled in his eyes, but he rubbed them away as quickly as they sprung up. Yes he remembers her, catching her alongside Emmet. They had found her clinging to Ingo on a camping trip they had taken, the little ghost clinging to Ingo like a lifeline. He had a different name then. It was dead to him if he found it in him to change it. Ingo thumbed away his tears, laughing quietly. Oh & Emmet. Emmet, he knew it would be stressful to see him again. He knew it was going to take so long to remember every small idiosyncratic detail. Everything he'd been trying to claw to remember. It was going to be hard on them both, wasn't it?

He would be a stranger in a home that had known him for years. To people who knew his face, every little thing about him. But he could not do the same. Pokemon were so much easier to come back to, he thought. But he needed to see his own family. He wanted to see his own family. To meet the man who haunted his mind & memories – as a ghost. A reminder that what once will never be. But it could be. It would be. He had family.

"I want to talk to them." Ingo says. He felt certain. Determined. If speaking to Rei helped him remember his dear partner, what would speaking to his family do for his recollection? He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure at all. But he's been a stranger before, & he could do it again. This time it would be harder to be a ghost in his own home, rather than an outsider in a world that was never his. "I do, I… I am not ready at all. But I believe this is the point where I step over the yellow line – allow myself to stand on the tracks, & follow them to where they lead me. Even if there is oncoming danger."

"Right. Right." Clay replied. Ingo had so much to digest. His fumbling hands popped open the latch of Gliscor's ball, the bat swinging its large arms around his neck, ignoring the other three pokemon he had upset earlier. Ingo leaned into his side, the bat clinging to the edges of the steel chair he sat in. He placed his head against his chest, he felt the churr that rumbled from him as he did. Ingo clasped the ball shut, closing his eyes as he swallowed the lump in his throat. He was tired, even with some hours of sleep, & food in his stomach. He was sure Gliscor was the same, & he hadn't eaten since he left Lady Sneasler her own meal.

Ingo always fed the six of them afterwards, though he made sure to wander off from Lady Sneasler's den. She wasn't keen on other pokemon trying to set up in her territory, especially not when little kittens had just hatched. Her third litter. Her successor had been born years in the first litter he had been there for. Helped raise her from a little hatchling. These ones were only to be her own. He wouldn't be there to see her heir evolve, or take her mothers place as Nobility. Maybe he didn't want to be there when his dear friend passed. She had already passed, he noted bitterly. Pokemon don't live forever. Ingo hid his head in Gliscor's chest, who whined quietly, chirping to get his attention. He needed to eat. All of them did. Ingo sits up, sturdying himself, although Gliscor's pincers did not move. Clay had been watching him, the man silent as he allowed him space. He set his phone on the table again, a number displayed on it. "Call him when yer ready. You just have’ta press that green button there."

Ingo nodded. He looked up at the bat who rested his head atop his own. "I will repay you, in whatever way possible, when I am able. But you would not have food for five pokemon, do you?"

Clay looked at him dumbfounded. He put an arm on the back of his chair, leaning back in it as if to gauge his own supplies. He looked back at Ingo with a slow nod, then tipped his hat back. "Yea, I got some."

"We may need to feed them outdoors." Ingo warned

Clay stares at him, smiling with a cocked eyebrow. "That so?"

Ingo nods. "Quite, I am afraid."

Clay laughs, clapping his hands together with a firm nod. "Alright, give me a few minutes." Gliscor leans forward, sniffing him in an expectant, investigative way. Clay smirks. "You wanna be friendly now, big fella?"

The bat sneers with a flash of his fangs. Ingo rolled his eyes, scratching him behind the ears. He immediately stuck his tongue out, & coiled back into a more passive demeanor. "Did he cause you problems? I saw he was asleep at my side when I woke."

"Just a few glares. A hiss or two."

Ingo looks up, catching his orange eyes, with a scornful stare. Gliscor looked back a little abashed. He leans down now, placing his head on his shoulder as an apology. "I appreciate you being so kind to watch over me, but we do not disrespect our hosts." He pointedly holds a finger out to him.

"It's fine, Ingo." He peers at him, side eyeing Clay, then nods. As long as he says so. "Lets get somethin' in his system. Might help that temper of his."

Gliscor sneered. Clay shot him a similar glance. Ingo laughed.

-

They had taken to the outdoors to let the rest of Ingo's team out. It was with wide eyes that Clay agreed this was a much, much better space for them all. All of them he could place a finger on, they were all from the same three or four regions. They all bordered Sinnoh or were native. But the size of many of them was impressive. Ingo certainly didn't choose small teammates. Five of them needed meals. The sixth was Magnezone, inorganic, which perplexed Clay to the manner that Ingo obtained it. It floated beside the man as Ingo finished passing the final meal to a large, rocky insect. Clay knew exactly what the creature was, & where she came from. He wouldn't bother her during her meal, but he watched the Kleavor with baited breath. "Ingo," Clay began. The other man looked up from where he crouched, setting a tray of pellets Clay left lying around down for his least fussy eater. For the most part, his team was mostly made up of herbivores, content to a bowl of some of the berries that Clay offered. But he had a limited amount, & didn’t grow them himself. Tangrowth was picking them apart with her long hands beside Ingo & his Alakazam, who was now holding the bowl, scarfing the odd food down without question. When he had offered it to any of the carnivores, they gave it a discontented sniff then turned their nose up at it. Gliscor was preoccupied gnawing on his insect-only meal. Sandslash & Excadrill had plenty to share, fair was fair.

Kleavor was content to mostly berries, although was given a share of the insects Clay had offered to the insectivores. He knew Kleavor's eating habits like the back of his hand. Ingo wipes his hands against one another, tipping his hat up, as he turns to Clay. He was still slouching. "Yes?"

"Is that…" His eyes drifted to Kleavor. Ingo jolted, realizing something as he lifted up the insects' own food, fumbling with it as he did. The man nodded to the large creature, offering a berry to her hesitance. "She cannot eat comfortably without aid or an elevated surface." Said Ingo, "Thank you for reminding me." He was holding a berry out in his palm to the mantid, who leaned forward & took it with unprecedented gentleness.

Clay's brow furrowed. He approached the two, the pokemon looking up from Ingo to lay her eyes on Clay. White eyes narrowed, then widened. Slowly she staggered forward, near taking Ingo's foot under her blades - thankfully he shuffled backwards, his shoulder bumping into Clay's as he scampered out of her way. Clay reached a hand up, placing it on the pokemon's pointed face. "I remember you." He says. It was long ago. When his grandfather still lived. When he was raised in the same home as the child of the Noble, deceased Lord Kleavor. When the Lord passed, Lian revoked his title as a Warden. He was replaced by his own kin, of course, but the young Scyther was not enough to dull the ache he felt for his Ward. His best friend, he remembers. He couldn’t live with the idea of him being gone. But here was one just before him, living. Breathing. She clicks, pressing her head against his cap, tipping it up & off of his head. Clay laughs, wrapping his broad arms around her thin, craggily waist, careful of the saw-like shoulder blades. The pokemon nuzzled into his shoulder gently, as to not scratch him. "Hello, old friend." Clay whispers. "I have not seen your likes in a very long time."

Kleavor churrs as Ingo lifts Clay's cap from behind them, dusting it off gently, holding it to his chest. "I believe she thinks you are Lian."

"Let her." The answer was immediate, backing up to scoop up another berry off the platter Ingo still held. The other man offers it to him, & Clay takes it graciously. He’d do this in a heartbeat. He holds out the cheri berry out to the mantid. She stares at it a moment before taking the berry in one bite. Clay smiles, looking at Ingo. "Where did y'manage to… Is this where th' other egg went off to?"

Ingo stared at him a moment, before tipping his hat down with a nod. "Warden Lian thought it would be best if I raised the Lord's last kin. That, should the time come, she would be ready in her fathers stead & not without training."

It was odd to hear him speak so familiarly about the family Clay had lost years ago. It seemed like they’d both be reacquainting with their pasts. "Right." Clay said, taking a half insect out of the bowl to offer it to Kleavor. There was no hesitance this time, taking it hungrily between her incisors. "Atta girl." He held it until she had a firm grasp, gnawing through it thoroughly delighted at her meal. He smiles. "My grandfather had brought along one of the Scyther from the final clutch of eggs, & with it, some of the final black augerite he could manage to find. I lived alongside him, in some of his final years. This would be his elder sister, then."

"That would be… correct." Clay hums at Ingo's hesitance. He looks at the man, who looked about ready to crawl out of his skin. He's jittery nowadays. That wasn't there before. Clay lifts the last of the berries to Kleavor in his palms. He could see Ingo turn away in the corner of his eye. He watches him settle himself next to Machamp, who to his surprise, was a herbivore. They were just notably territorial & strong to protect young Machop, it seemed. The man had since put back on his jacket, as dirtied as it was, & pulled the collar up close to his neck. Clay looked back to the Kleavor, who was now staring down at him intently. "I got nothin' more, I’m mighty sorry my friend."

She stared at him a moment, but then turned herself - large blades striking the earth to ground herself. It was a sight to see. It had been a long, long time. He remembers picking berries for his own friend, knowing he would be unable himself. That his blades did not allow his the same accessibility it did when he was young. Where did the time go? The mantid sauntered away, resting herself next to Tangrowth. The large beast did nothing but drag her own meal away from her with a huff. Clay snorts, before turning his attention back to Ingo. He had been watching him. It was obvious, the way his eyes darted to the ground, his hands fidgeting with the clasps of a pokeball. His Magnezone rested itself beside him, all of its gadgets twisting & whirring. Ingo place a hand against it gently, rubbing it’s head with his knuckles.

It was a good distraction for both of them. The dread of calling up Drayden was starting to weigh on his shoulders, & he wasn't certain how he'd react at this point. He certainly was going to have a few words when he saw Ingo, battered up the way he was. And he wasn't sure how to explain the obvious. Ingo had been sent back in time, & it was scary to wonder what got him there in the first place. Clay had heard rumours about it before, but never really believed them. But when Ingo kept talking. When he saw his attire, he knew that some rumours were true. That he couldn't just be making this up. No one could, besides himself. There was so little written history of that time, despite it being just at the turn of the century. It was why that Chandelure of his could never find him. They were known for recognizing souls, weren’t they? The different energies of other people, the manifestations that humans could never seek to understand.

When he saw the ghost at Ingo's funeral, when he heard that the poor girl didn't leave the man's room unless Emmet made her, to try & lift her spirits. Everyone knew Ingo had to be long gone. That she would have far more hope, had she been able to find him that day. She was the last to be seen with him. She wouldn’t budge, despite Chandelure as a species being used to find humans, in odd occasions. Some even tried to say that the little phantom had done the deed herself, the pokemon known for the rumours about its life-stealing nature. Some even tried to say that Emmet had gone out of his way to dispose of his own brother. Clay didn’t buy it. Chandelure had been found within a long since blocked off section of the city’s underground. He remembers reading in the papers that they had been built into an unsafe cave system, walled off long before the twins had even been born. It took experts to try & search the caves, to see if Ingo had been lost within them. But when humans fell short, & scent pokemon only ran in circles, it was obvious. There was only one Subway Boss of Nimbasa City, & that, too would not last.

Yet here he was, resting in the Sun that peered through the clouds. It’s warm rays warming the ground. His skin not gaunt, or rotting off the bone. Not feet below the earth, but here before him, enjoying the Sun as it met him kindly. Resting among pokemon he loved & trained by. Allowing the wind to carry his overgrown hair with it. Hat resting over his eyes, like a shield. Clay’s own resting in his lap, awaiting it’s owner to retrieve it. Ingo was alive. Now it was a matter of getting him home.

And that meant they were making that call when they got inside.