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Synopsis. First time cúmming inside = first time losing his mind.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, creampíes, PÚSSYDRÚNK JJK MEN, breéding, cúmplay, men whímpering, virgínity loss (Choso), overstím, ínnapropriate use of jujutsu, GOJO’S POWERS, proposals, full nélson, true form Sukuna, dp, spítting, p slápping, p talking, limitless, oraI (fem rec.), pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Hope y’all have a lovely week <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Earned it.

“I-is she really tellin’ me to hah- f-fill her up inside, doll?” Toji breathes, dazed eyes locked down at your stuffed entrance. And he can barely focus his gaze - barely even try to sound like himself right now. “I-is this real?”

Ragged rasps just about half as ruined as he feels, lilting up in pitch. In strain. Sharp intakes of breath becoming so labored when his entire hulking body wracks with a heaving shiver. 

And Toji’s scrambling his thick fingers to latch roughly onto your face, your waist - anywhere and everywhere that might help him keep an ounce of his sanity.

But it was too late.

“Heh, did I hngh- fuck the rationality outta ya? You really want me t-to-” Head throwing back, he can’t even think of finishing his sentence. Of doing anything other than curling one set of fingers around your throat. Biceps flexing when he shoves you even harder onto all fours on the silken sheets, he cranes over to place a line of pretty pecks down your teary cheeks, panting, “Well…wh-whatever my girl wants- she gets, right?”

And he meant it.

Oh, he couldn’t even believe it. Toji had your pretty pussy overfilled with all of his thick, thorough inches - slamming his hips drunkenly against yours when you’d babbled to cum inside. Fuck, it’s so real.

And that’s all it takes for him to clamor up one of his staggeringly muscular thighs up onto the plushy bed. To messily slip and slide across the saturated puddle of your sweet, sweet dripping juices and press his foot down shamelessly on your head. Like he couldn’t get enough.

The new angle nestles his hefty cock disruptively, dredges of his sweltering hot precum splat! against every inch of your clingy cunt.

“Oh yeah- th-this is the stuff.” His dark, dewy eyes veer to the very back of his head, hissing when his achy cock expands open your gummy walls. Throbbing head swelling plumper to curve even deeper, “Let me- l-let me hear ya, ma-”

Your trembly fingers rake a reddened line down his calf. Gasping for air at the way the rotund end of his angry, strawberry-pink tip kisses against your g-spot so snugly. “W-wan’ it so badly- please.”

“Want what?” Toji’s teasing tone rumbles from behind, and he’s gyrating his hips ever-so-slightly slower. Making sure to draw out those wet, translucent glides down your tight channel, “Can’t- can’t hear you-”

Honestly, he had absolutely no idea whether it was because of your honeyed tone breaking out into the cutest of whimpers, or because Toji’s ears were popping. Swatting a wet smack! at your beading clit to get you to yelp, his drawling mouth moves all by itself. “Already asked- t-tell me now unless ya want me to cum outside-”

“No! No no no-” And that was all the threat it took to have you careening unsteadily onto your elbows, fully forgetting the mean restraint of Toji’s foot on top of you. “Please- need you to cum inside please-”

“Louder.”

You’re sneakily shivering your hips down every one of his rummaging inches. “Toji-”

“Ohhhh- my bad.” With a slight snicker, his tongue glissades a wet gloss down the very edges of his scar. Leaving rounded circular bruises at your bobbing throat just how harshly Toji was jostling you with the vice-like embrace, and you can only manage out a few sniffles when he drags by one strong arm to crash the recoil into his ruthless hips. Dangerously stopping you in your tracks. Humming, “Stop fuckin’ running, I w-was talkin’ to ya pretty pussy.”

Your bleary eyes snap open, “What–”

“Shhh, doll- stop whining so much–” he’s cooing in a syrupy slow cadence. “Jus’ needa- needa hear it from her.”

Slapping down his leaky cockhead along your sloppy hole every few strokes, having you drooling a glossy sheen down his thick shaft like you were painting him. So much of it that the dripping wet noises were resounding in Toji’s ears, dancing around his melty mind like his new favorite song. 

Oh, he loved to hear it. Over and over and-

“S-so soaked.” he’s groaning out like a mantra, darkened eyes grifting together. Mouth can all but lift his drunken maw slack open at every tightening clamp of your syrupy pussy, “You want me to cum inside this badly, doll?” 

And you feel your puffed-up pussy lips get even more soaked at the utter pussydrunk look on Toji’s usually smug-features. “Because I’ve been thinking about this e-ever since the day I met ya-” He’s craning over - hunching, more like.  Baring you with his most crazed gaze, “To breed ya- to fill you up ‘ntil you think you’re gonna hah burst. To make ya a pretty momma so-” Back muscles flexing, abs aching with fatigue, lips dragging a sopping wet kiss. “-please let me cum inside.”

Ah, who was Toji Fushiguro against you?

Because as soon as your head even dares to move within the inch of that half-delirious nod you send his way, Toji’s sopping your insides sloshing wet with his cum. For the first time. In awe. Load after load being fucked up into you - white flashes behind your eyes when you feel it knock against your womb, trickling down over your cervix.

And there’s so much of it.

“Gonna have yer g-gorgeous eyes-” he slurs, crushing you with his full body weight. “-n’ your smile fuck- my love for ya-” It won’t’ stop - Toji can’t stop, can’t reel back the weepy curving divot of his head. “M’thinking four- no- five.” Still oozing out a milky gloss even when he’s dragging his fat cock out of your hole. 

Still cumming. Smearing every nook and cranny of the sheet below white as he flips you around and plants a sudden smack! on your overspilling pussy, gushing out obscenely when Toji’s urgently bringing his face down, down, down.

“Oh. Fuckin’ delicious.” His eyes droop half-lidded at the heavenly sight - shit, he could get used to this. Mouth watering, his feverish breath wafts all over your sensitive pussy. “I earned this, didn’t I, ma?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Happy wife, happy life

“Ken-”

“...”

“Ken.”

But oh, Nanami Kento can’t even hear his pretty wife right about now. Can’t do anything but shove his greedy tongue down the ends of your sopping wet slit, pooling your syrupy juices all the way down to his throat.

In fact, the only response you’re being gifted with is a furious pull on his dangling work tie - barely even bothering to change out of it - to be able to swipe his nose down more freely in a long kiss down your puffy clit. More, more, more-

Keening, your fingers tangle into Nanami’s blond strands - tugging, dragging, but shit, he couldn’t - wont. It hurt for him to even think of pulling away. Roughened palms scissor past your folds, and he pants, “P-please- fuck- just a bit- more-”

He was addicted. Gone. 

“B-but Ken-” Couldn’t register anything past the way your voice was dipping into a whiny territory right now that made him twitch dangerously. That is, until- “Wan’ to cum w-with you- to have you ah- cum inside-”

Oh.

If you thought that Nanami was drunk on you before then you were completely unprepared for the way that singular babbling plea make him still. 

It makes him gasp, honeyed eyes widening, feverish breaths spilling out in heaving puffs of condensation - once, twice. Before your back is suddenly slamming down on the counter, legs splayed out shamefully by Nanami’s sturdy forearms, and your cunt-

Fuck, in a few split-seconds, you were being stuffed so thoroughly open. Nanami’s reddish cockhead springing down to gift a wet thwack! thwack! thwack! on your puffed-up clit, he’s swiping down the ends of your drooling lips. 

“I-inside?” he breathes, a few octaves higher than usual.

You’re nodding, your fingers twirling around his haphazard tie. “Inside.”

“Anything…” Nanami breathes, and he sounds like he doesn’t even know that he’s saying the words. Barely ripping his gaze from you to scramble for your left hand - before placing a sweet, sweet peck on that cool wedding band on your ring finger. “Anything f-for you, my love.”

You’re almost crying at that ruthless stretch of his globular tip poking at your insides, he’s caving in a way open - and even after so many years, you’ve never gotten used to how staggeringly big Nanami’s girth was. How his curved divot was steaming out a thick wad of precum that already made you feel so full.

Now, you two had discussed kids - but never acted upon it like this. This needy. This frenzied-

“Wh-whatever you want, y’know-” He’s humming depravedly into your mouth like a mantra,  thumbing past your pouty lips to spit into your mouth. And that very sight of those translucent splatters makes his hips stutter mindlessly, “Anything for you- anything for the future momma of my kids-”

Shit, you throw your head back as soon as he’s grazing two digits down the very hood of your neglected clit - only for Nanami to jostle your head over his hands.

“C-careful-” he murmurs, hand dipping down to massage your neck. Your shoulders - all while his fat cock was rummaging every nook and cranny of your insides. “-don’t wan’ you to hurt your- hah-self, darling. S’not good f-for the-”

Baby.

Nanami doesn’t think he can even bear to say that simple word right about now. 

Risking losing whatever’s left of his sanity, he’s wrapping one beefy arm around your middle to crush your body to his. And before you know it, you’re being hastily jostled off of the counter and dangled midair - all while your gentle husband barely even breaks a sweat. Utilizing the lewd properties of gravity to let you bounce down onto his long length and back upwards. His voice cracks, “-baby.”

“Ah-” your trembly hands wrap their way around his neck, giving Nanami the perfect angle to pepper peck after sultry peck onto your bouncing tits. “D-don’t hah- drop me, Ken, m’kay?”

Drop you?

Drop you?

God, he lets out a slight chuckle at the very thought. Angling to rut his inches even deeper upwards, every tiny massage of your elastic walls around his painful cock makes Nanami nod. So fervently that stray strands stick to his prespired forehead. Such a pretty mess of your sensible husband. “Mhm- w-won’t drop you, I swear- I swear-”

Hips speeding up in such a sloppy way now, but even how you’re tightening his tie won’t make Nanami stop - slow down.

“Promise?”

Slowly, his dribbling cock gushes out even in even more velvety ribbons, you’re watching in such delirious awe at the way those delicate strings of slick and spit stretch all down his pinkish shaft. 

“Promise-” he groans, feeling light-headed. Heavy balls thwacking in a sticky staccato against your ass. Fingers gliding up, up, up to where he was nudging your sensitive g-spot, bruising out his circumference on all your sensitive areas. Kiss after French kiss into your gooey heaven. He presses down. “-gonna f-fill you up right here- won’t miss. Swear I won’t m-miss-”

And he doesn’t.

God, he grows sullenly quiet to hear all those delicious squelches the very moment Nanami’s steaming hot cum is spilling into you. Warming you from the very insides- and your own orgasm has you seeing stars. 

Sloshing around in his favorite little swivels, he can’t help but let his hips gyrate slowly to feel it coat a creamy gloss down his sensitive cock. To feel your tiny whimpers and whines when his seed dredges down your womb. Drip! drip! dripping onto the kitchen tile in an echoing splatter from your slobbery slit. 

You leave a wet peck at the ends of his curled lips, “W-wan’ keep it all inside, Ken- all of it-”

God, you were going to be the death of him.

“M’gonna marry you all over again- s-swear and- and…” And just then, he shudders so violently that you fear for a split-second, legs around his toned waist tightening. “-o-oh, my love- m’gonna cum again.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - “U-use me.”

“I-I’m so close-”  Geto finds it in himself to grit his teeth, to force his jittery fingers up to pinch your plump clit. “-gonna cum- fuck, s-stop riding me, honey- unless ya want me to fill you up heh-”

It’s said so low and sultry and even through your hazy mind, you know that it’s a simple tease coming from your boyfriend. You know that he didn’t mean anything by it - but that certainly doesn’t stop the way that your hands grasp around his shoulders, knocking your heads into a messy French kiss. “But, I want you to, Sugu.”

Oh. 

Geto Suguru can’t hide the way his chest heaves with a choked-up moan, how his head throws to the very back of his silken pillowcases when his hips rut upwards into you like a fucking animal.

It’s like he was out of control. Ears ringing with the words, it takes the cult leader below you every shred of will in his entire body to groan out, “D-don’t joke like that- fuck- gonna give me a heart attack, y’know-”

“M’not joking.”

Shit, his eyes widen. Straying down to where your puffy pussy lips were bulging around his fat girth, swallowing up every greedy inch that you were being drilled with. Throat dry, every sound that comes out of him now is painfully raspy, “Y-you fuckin’ mean it? Better not be fuck- talking outta this naughty-” Swat! Coming down to kiss a punishing smack against the edges of your drooling cunt. “-pussy.”

You couldn’t fake the way that makes you glissadingingly drenched even if you wanted to. Nails raking down Geto’s curvaceous pecs to steady your stuttering hips, your bounces grow frantic. 

“Please- c-cum inside-” begging. Maybe you were cockdrunk already, pouting in a way that has his hefty, cum-filled balls squeezing. “Jus’ want you all inside-”

And when Geto thinks back to this situation, he doesn’t know how he was ever supposed to stand a chance. Because with a gasping ricochet of his fat, curved cock onto your most precious g-spot, he’s surging stringy wads of seeds that trickles down your inner thigh. Cumming and cumming so hard - it’s never felt this good - that he almost forgets it’s too early.

That is, until you’re gasping a soft “Baby, did you-”

“Sh-shut up-” And you swear your big, strong boyfriend whimpers. He’s furiously blinking away those glittery globular tears at the ends of his eyes. A tiny pout smeared across his rosy pink lips when you’re being flipped.

One hand around your throat, the other plugging back creamy dredge after dredge into your drooling cunt. Almost as if it was offensive to him to catch that syrupy drizzle, he’s making such a fucking mess. 

“Such a filthy girl- n’ a filthy cunt-” He sputters out, and Geto felt like he was burning a bright red blush all down his pretty features. Matching the angry way your hips were being slammed into his, “Think you s-sooo fuckin’ fuck- fuck fuck fuck-”

And shit, he can’t even finish his sentence before those moans are petering out into speechlessness. A singular tight squeeze of your gummy walls encircles his hot girth. And it’s enough to make him whine, “Please- fuck, how are you doing this-”

Sounding so genuinely in disbelief, you watch as Geto’s mouth drops lewdly at the way every pearlescent bead of his cum was directed towards your cunt. Seeping out through the edges of your sopping lips.

You’re giggling in a drunken way that makes him flinch, “S-something wrong, Sugu?”

“Don’t-” he bares you with a feral grin. Heavy limbs throwing apart your limp legs to jostle his hips into you even harder, and it’s like Geto was spearheading into your lungs. Swiping up translucent wet splatters of his fat head in delicious drags down your spongy cervix. Hissing that even the slightest bit of recoil had him parting from the melty depths of your pussy. “-don’t call m that ‘nless you want me to- oh-” His dewy eyes roll to the back of his head, leaving another unapologetic smack! on your peaked clit. “-t-too late. M’gonna cum- fuck fuck fuck- n’ s’all your fault-”

“Awww–” Teasingly, your fingers drag through his long curtain of hair, scratching lightly at Geto’s scalp in a way that makes him purr. “-how can I hah- make it up to you, Sugu?”

The only thing he wanted right now was to cum inside you again. Once more. Twice. Thrice. Again and again and-

“Use me-” Geto gasps, and he’s careening his head down for what you assumed would be one of his favorite messy kisses - only to wrap those pinkish lips around your tongue and suck. “Use me use me- ohh please, use me- honey- make me a daddy. D-don’t even care anymore-”

And when he cums, Geto’s filling your already sloshingly drenched cunt with heavy loads of his seed. Sticky and honeyed enough that it’s next to impossible for him to pull out and sheath his rock-hard dick unforgivingly into your pussy. 

One of the biggest threats to jujutsu society - whimpering when he spews out a stream of wet swears into your open-mouth, shivering at every one of your milking clamps to drag out something delicious from him. 

He’s curling his hulking body into yours, dripping fingers glistening all the way down to Geto’s wrist with just how much of his loads he’d shoveled all the way back inside your cunt. Giving your sloppy hole a languid circle around the diameter with his slender fingers, before popping them into his mouth. 

And Geto can only see stars behind his eyes, he can only moan at the taste, “I think…” Peaking out a hazy eye at your squirming figure - where the hell did you think you were going? He’s hypnotized, dragging you back into his clutches with a hand curled prettily around your throat. “-that w-we’re not done until m’cumming b-blanks, honey.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Marry you…

One swipe - just one swipe of Choso’s fattened, blushing red tip down your slit is all that it takes for his stupidly pussydrunken eyes to run to the back of his head. For his drooling mouth to slack open with all the utter need of a virgin, “Please-”

You’re humming through your moans, arching your body just right for him to feed you more and more of his half-flaccid inches. “Tell me what you want, baby-”

Fuck, he’s winking open his eyes to peer down at you. Hands traveling their way to roughly jostle your pliant body into one of the meanest mating presses you’d never thought your dear inexperienced best friend possible.

“N-noo–” Choso’s whining, pressing wet pecks down your lips. “Don’t call me that, baby- or else m’gonna…”

Choso’s handsome cheeks burn a shameful red when his eyes drift down to the gooey splatters of cum smeared along your stomach from not too long ago. Just the prospect of being able to put it in too much for his fried brain to handle.

And you’re finding your fingers darting across the glossy sheen sticking to your skin, bringing those drippingly wet digits up, up, up for Choso to gladly wrap his lips around. Sucking. 

“But I want you to, Cho–” Watching as his eyes widen, mouth dropping into a soft oh! Your voice drops into such a hum that makes his swollen tip twitch startlingly. “Want you to c-cum inside m-”

Shit, he doesn’t hear the rest of the sentence - and he doesn’t want to. 

Not unless Choso wants to make an even bigger fool of himself in front of his pretty best friend that oh-so-kindly suggested taking away his virginity. Not like there’s anyone else he’d even dream of giving it to.

Thick, sculpted thigh hiking up, he’s slamming his hefty cockhead down until your swollen folds were kissing up in a sweet, sweet pucker against his thick hilt. Grinding in slow, sultry gyrations upwards like he still wanted to stuff you with more, more, more- 

“I-I can can cum inside?” Forehead beading with sweat, lower lip wobbling with the sheer effort that it took to merely hold back the way that his achingly hard cock was straining for release once more. Hissing at the almost sizzling drag of precum down your bulging g-spot. “For my first time? Inside? R-really inside?”

And despite the way that he was so patiently waiting for your answer, Choso couldn’t help the way the greedy curve of his thumb swipes down your peaked clit. Rolling in lazy circles - low, and slow to make your gummy walls clench in that particular way he’s slowly gotten addicted to. 

You’re nodding with a smug smile at how pretty he looked all fucked-out like this. Darkened eyes all droopy and half-lidded like he was blinking through syrup, muscles twitching mouth-wateringly, hair browner than usual with his sweat-dampened streaks. You can’t help but wring your fingers through his locks and tug, in a way that makes him hiss. In a way that makes him gasp. 

In a way that has him spurting out a thicker stream of precum into your gooey cunt - close. So close. “Mhm– let it a-all out inside, baby.”

Oh god, and then he does-

He does and Choso’s sure he sees the pearly gates of heaven right then and there, and he knows you’re his very own angel.

“Move your pretty fingers, baby– I wan’ you to t-take it all-” It’s not even mean the way he swats away one of your hands subconsciously cupping your split pussy - it’s just desperate. So that he can place pound after filthy pound to fuck you into the soaked sheets. 

Whining out, “Yeah please- fuck-”  Snapping his flexible body down until you were folded helplessly in half, every languid second is spent with such velvety ropes of cum being stuffed down to the bottom of your pussy. “Wan’ this forever- forever please-” Thick, stringy wads that stick and slide down your walls - that overspills when it’s too much for your snug channel to take. “W-want this…”

And just one look of his greedy gazy downwards And Choso’s gasping like he couldn’t even believe he could cum this much - couldn’t even believe he could stop at this point.

“Marry me-” he’s sputtering, eyes clearer with the sudden idea. As if he’s imagining it already. Hips shifting to lazy down his sloppy staccato into something more thorough. “B-be my wife- have my kids- please-” Something that has your toes curling with pleasure, branding every ridge and thumping vein down his shaft into your walls contorting around him. Hiccuping - little sobs curling at the back of his throat, “Please- please I need you to marry me-” 

It’s overspilling - adding to that little milky pool from below. He’s barely even thinking before swiping a hand through some of those creamy remnants of cum. Sucking. Taking your own - popping that ring finger of yours into his mouth.

Drool drips down the side of his sodden lips, moving to mewl softly. “D-did that really just happen?”

The words come out nothing but a whisper, strangled and strained from the very depths of his rumbling chest. And Choso’s peering down at you like you were everything - his softening cock sending sparks down his spine with every slight rub down your sopping wet folds. 

“Mhm–” your hands make their way down his pecs, rubbing over pert, pink nipples. Something that makes him let out a low shudder, reddened divot bursting in a few more wispy strings of seed. “N’ you did so hngh- good, Cho.”

“D-did I? Was I your oh- good boy?” he stutters, before letting out a keening pout. “B-but I need to have you cum, too, baby- need to have you cum-” And you’re so at his ravenous mercy when Choso swipes a wet thumb over and over down your throbbing clit. “-and then- then can we get married?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - MESS!

“What the fuck-” The king of curses breathes - he heaves - like never before, even in that human form of his right now. “Wh-what the fuck have you done to me, woman-”

And all the foes in the world had nothing against your honeyed whines. Absolutely no match for the way your elastic walls were clinging around his throbbing cock so tight. No match for your cockdrunk babbling that drove him insane.

“Such a filthy mouth you h-have-” he groans, leering over his inhumanly powerful body to bend over yours. You’re gaping when one of his big, beefy arms jostle you upwards into a headlock. Even shapeshifted from his true form, he was still so strong. Spitting, “Do you dare to- fuck- move those pretty lips of yours n’ repeat those words back to me, brat.”

As if you could do anything else. 

“I-I said-” you’re choking out, panting in feverish gasps of the heady air. “-said I want you to c-cum inside-”

Oh. 

In a split-second, you’re feeling your tautly stretched walls expand to limits you weren’t even sure were possible. The very bottom of your pussy being ravaged with two circular brandings - two. Two matching rock-hard cocks jostling around you. 

And the stretch of Sukuna’s devilishly true form opening your cunt to its very limits is so maddening that it takes you a second to realize that the rest of him had shapeshifted, too. 

Suddenly bigger, suddenly more towering, suddenly the king of curses. 

His strong forearm curls even tighter around your throat, knocking the remaining gasps out of your lungs. “Seriously? L-look where talking outta ya slutty pussy hah- got me-” Sukuna chuckles. Deep and rumbling from his bulging pecs, “-c-can’t even hold a n-normal form- you made me do this- fuck-”

He was fucking you like it was your fault.

Solid inches upon inches that were bruising. And if you thought that Sukuna’s size was staggering in whatever human form he’d conjured up for the safety of your poor pussy - it was absolutely incredible with both his twin girthy cocks. Bigger, thicker. The slightest ruts and grinds into your gushing cunt having him knocking into your lungs, painting down a hefty load of steamy precum. 

Messy.

“Messy-” you hear a primal rumble from above you. Shit, did you say that out loud? Condensed breath heady and hot against your ear, “Heheh- you think this is m-messy, lil’ human? Wait until I-I- hah-”

“Y-you’re really gonna cum inside, Kuna?” you’re batting your teary lashes up at your king, a delirious smile smearing itself all over your face. 

Wobbling when his snapping hips purposefully slow down to mere gyrating squelches, every push and pull feeding your slobbery pussy languidly. You have him hypnotized, maw slacking open with every lazy drag of his heavy cocks back and forth back and forth back and- “Mhm- gonna fill ya up. Breed ya u-until you’re begging that ya can’t take it. Until y-you’re all round n’ glowing with my heirs.”

God. He was out of control.

“I-I can take it-” Your nails rake airily down his ever-tightening forearm - nothing but mere kitten scratches to Sukuna. “Promise Kuna- I can-”

“Tch- this damn naughty m-mouth of yours.” he smirks in a sleazy way - just about all that Sukuna can do to not let his voice break out in whimpers right now. All he can do to hold back his building high, curvaceous tips of his thickened cocks spazzing out tight, voluminous globs of wispy white. He’s covering your prattling mouth with one hand, “Take it then- take it- but ya better make an equal mess f’me. Heh-”

Even through your bleary mind, you already knew what he wanted - to have you squirt all down Sukuna’s weepy cocks. To make a mess. 

Always his favorite.

“Th-think ya can do that?” He snarls down at you, twiddling a few sopping wet digits to toy with your pulsing clit. Third and fourth arms snaking around your waist to keep from your pathetic scrambling. To stop your escape when his hips jackhammer away harder. “Can you- my queen?”

Oh, he cuts himself off with a whimper.

Because all of a sudden your gushing cunt is surging out in waves of translucent slick. It sticks to his rubbing cocks - and all the way to his washboard abs -like a gloss, stars behind your eyes when Sukuna’s fucking you through your high. Praises slipping out in a way that would’ve tarnished the king’s reputation if anyone found out.

But right now, he didn’t care. 

Not when he’s all but bursting from his bawling tips - such thick rivers of cum that knock mercilessly into your gummy spots. The force of both his fat heads streaming out relentlessly is enough to leave your forbidden sweet spots all bruised and battered. 

Inflating your snug channel until Sukuna only had to slide a hand down to about halfway down your abdomen, pressing down at that nudge. “Heh, s’right at h-home-” 

And now that he’s filled your pretty pussy with seed, Ryomen Sukuna doesn’t think it’s possible to cum anywhere else. With a shuddering hiss, he’s dragging his cocks out, spying down with hooded eyes at the way your sloppy entrance was molding and constrictign around him - like you were trying to milk the fucking soul out of him.

But Sukuna had other plans - plans that included letting his second tongue loll out, rough tastebuds sweeping a long lick down your leaky slit. Creamy cum trickling down the pinkish muscle, and he could feel his mouth grinning. Something he’s been wanting to do since he moment he fucking saw you.

“H-hey-” you’re turning your head to huff back at him. 

Smack!

“Ahh, stop yer whining-” Sukuna’s smoothing one hand down over the raised bumps of all five digits on your ass, another one of his hands guiding his fat bases to drive up your sopping crease. Pooling the milky remnants on his rotund tips. “-because m’not done breeding this cunt properly yet, my queen.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Limit(less)

“This time-” Gojo’s heaving out a dragging shudder, his face burying hotly within the tender crook of your neck. Spitting - panting, “This time this time- this- time-”

Oh, it’s been just about the same thing that he’s been babbling for the past few hours now. All that he can utter after so long of his sensitively overworked cock stuffing in and out over your overspilling cunt, flickers of jujutsu bolting with every sodden drag down your melty walls.

Truly, the strongest didn’t expect to be addicted the first time he filled your drooling pussy with thick globs of his seed - it was an accident, the first trial of trying to use limitless for its…unintended purposes. 

But right now, Gojo had absolutely no clue if this was the nth trial or whether he was simply addicted to breeding your pretty cunt.

“T-Toru–” Your fingers scramble backwards to bury in his snow locks - difficult, with the way that your boyfriend was wrangling you into a tight full nelson. Feeling the push and pull of thick cursed technique in the air - inside you. “-s’not gonna work.”

God, just the sear of your grip on his scalp is enough to have Gojo’s hips rutting up in a perfect curve off the plush king-size mattress. Fucking up into your cunt so thoroughly that you gasp at the syrupy slosh of his cum from before inside you. 

His hiccups, voice cracking into a whine at the very end. “D-do you hate me, sweetheart?”

“No?” you’re breathing out in exasperation. But shit, you underestimate just how crazed this tiniest sentiment would drive him, choking back a strangled cry of your name when he’s sending a buzzing smack! down to the hood of your plump cunt. “Fuck- why would you think-”

“Th-then let me use limitless as a- hah- condom, pretty girl-” he’s whining. And you jolt at the wet splatters of a few stimulated, pearlescent tears slipping their way out of Gojo’s eyes. “It’ll work- this time- m’the strongest- s’gonna hah- w-work- a-and if not m’jus’ breedin’ my girl’s cute cunt, r-right?”

But even as he’s prattling on and on about this, you’re feeling the flickering falter of jujutsu around Gojo’s hefty girth. Molding your gummy walls taut around his fat circumference, your spine arches with electricity. 

“Heheh-” Goosebumps prickle down your spine at the high, humorless bout of laughter at your ear - and you crane your head to look at Gojo. Sure that he’s lost it. Already wondering just how high the kill count would be. “-didn’t think th-this pretty pussy of yours would have me so ruined, sweetheart.”

And truly - he sounded like it. 

He looked like it, with his rosy lips ajar, those cerulean eyes watery and half-lidded. Glowing with power and tiny shivers of lighting at every sodden kiss to the bullseye of your g-spot. Clashing over and over in a wet push and pull, Gojo thinks that he could almost feel the rotund indentations of his curved tip right on your sweetest spots. 

“Looks like y-you’re the one ruining me- Toru-” you whine. “Just look-”

Drunkenly, Gojo’s lolling his head to the sound of your voice. Not even looking, barely even thinking - that is, until he sees.

And Gojo can’t help but let out a slew of honeyed, pathetically cracking profanities at the heavenly sight below. Pale forearms stretching out your trembly thighs even more shamefully wide to get an even closer look. 

Of your quivering hole winking up at him glisteningly, coating his fat hilt a creamy ring of white from so many of his failed attempts. Your saturatedly wet pussy lips were practically gulping up all of his heavy inches, slobbering a slow trail of drool down the side of his strawberry pink shaft and onto his twitchy balls. Needy. 

And if Gojo’s limitless protection was unsteady before then-

“Shit-” Gojo takes in a shuddering gasp, slender digits falling down to plant a wet smack! on the very middle of your bulging slit - as if all of this was your fault. “Shit shit shit shit- I-I can’t- oh-” Sharp canines sinking down so hard into your skin that you think he might break through. Just about all that’s keeping Gojo tethered to reality when his limitless shatters. “Oh god. Th-think s’gonna be another b-baby…”

All the way into a zillion pieces of nothingness and-

And then he’s cumming. 

Cumming so hard that the dim lamps by the side of your bed flickers. Then explodes. 

Pouring out such steaming hot piles of his cum - once. Twice. Before his swollen, overwhelmed balls are clenching and then he’s shooting nothing but pathetic blanks. 

It takes you a second to register the sudden darkness - all across Tokyo, in fact. You’re gasping, “O-oh, Toru did you-”

“Run out-” he’s giggling. Giggling. “Fuck you m-made me- hah- really milked me dry, didn’t ya- Spread those pretty legs a bit more, pretty girl. Let me see.” All five rounded pads of his fingers are bruising on your thigh when Gojo’s splaying them out to confirm the sputtering way his cock was driving into you. “Can’t- can’t believe- no way, baby m’supposed t-to fill you up-”

Shit, he was babbling out his true intentions so stupidly. But luck was on his side, because with a final, jujutsu-sheened swat at your cunt, the buzzing power finally sends you over the edge. 

Crashing headfirst into waves upon waves of white-hot pleasure, the engulfing goodness made you squeal. And it made Gojo grit his teeth with a low whimper at the way the simple clenching convulse of your gripping walls wrapped around his cock made him twitch in another dry orgasm. Another. And another. 

God, his first - well, not quite first - time cumming inside you and he’s already so fucked out.

Yet, despite it all, Gojo could almost count it a success…almost. 

“S-sweetheart, y’know Yaga always taught us that science experiments have hah- twenty-five trials, right?”

“...”

A/N. Gojo’s so annoying I love him.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[mewhenimanangel]

need that, hamzahthefantastic

pt.1* next

—synopsis. mandy invites you to hangout with some of her friends. christmas vlog vid

notes 🫧: guys i need hamzah bad

— 🐞

you sighed with content as you finally landed on an outfit you liked. it was a plain long sleeve with a pair of loose dark wash jeans, you weren’t sure what everyone else would be wearing so you picked something simple.

your phone buzzed, mandy asking if you were on your way to her house. you sent her a voice message as you threw on your coat and grabbed your keys along with your purse and phone.

mandy had invited you over to hang out with her, martin, and hamzah and his friends, who you knew from 4freakshow.

you'd never met chase and claire before, but you've hung out with martin and hamzah a few times with mandy.

you met her when she was in nursing school, becoming friends after a few awkward encounters. she introduced you to martin and after a while you met hamzah, in person at least, since the two of you already followed each other.

you parked your car outside their house and adjusted your lip gloss in the rearview. you were a little nervous for some reason. maybe it was the fact that you were late, maybe it was the new people you were meeting, or maybe it was the vlog.

you have your own youtube channel but being apart of other people's videos always made you feel a little awkward.

you texted mandy that you arrived and headed for the front door, martin opening it before you could knock.

"someone's a little late" martin joked as he let you inside. "oh my god i forgot you guys went bald. that was a freaking jumpscare." you teased.

mandy came up to give you a hug "i know, they look insane. i did not approve." she said  before you were introduced to chase and claire. chase walked up with the camera, focused on you. "hi youtube" you stuck out your tongue.

"now that y/n is finally here, the trio outfit is complete." claire handed you a set of pajamas, matching the ones her and mandy had on. you grinned and complimented the set before hamzah came out from the back hallway.

"oh hey, didn't know you got here already" he dapped you up. "boi yes you did, literally went to the bathroom to fix his hair" claire teased. "oh wait..." chase joined in, making you laugh.

"i don't know why he's got this freaking tuque on anyways. embrace the bald dude, embrace the skin." martin pulled his beanie down and rubbed hamzah's bald head, urging hamzah to push him away.

"yo! he just fucking sniffed me" hamzah laughed, grabbing his beanie from his hand. "we're just cucking the viewers i guess" martin said, leaving everyone just staring at him awkwardly.

"yeah anyways, y/n you could go change in my room" mandy told you. "heh, just be careful what you find in there" martin leaned into a shrug. "dude stop" hamzah flicked his hand over martin's head.

once you were changed, chase made you do a twirl for the camera and you posed before tripping out.

"so how come y/n gets a pajama set, but you said no to me?" martin asked mandy. "cause she's one of the girls and you're not a girl"

"plus nobody told you to wear them freak ass leggings boi" hamzah teased him and you laughed. he looked over at you, taking in the fact that he made you laugh.

hamzah always thought you were really pretty and cool, even back when you first followed each other during the 4freakshow days. you didn't even have a youtube channel back then, only posting random tiktoks he thought were funny.

"alright y'all let's get to baking, i'm hungry" chase said behind the camera before flipping it towards him.

you stood next to hamzah as claire pulled up the recipe on her tiktok and her, mandy, and chase got started on measuring things out.

“you can’t just do it willy nilly style brah, measure it” you told martin as he began pouring sugar into the mix. “sometimes you have to live life on the edge, y/n” martin scoffed.

as you continued baking the cookies, you realized how glad you were that you decided to come. martin and hamzah were always a hoot but you really liked claire and chase too.

“noo it was my legs and he said ‘you’re scratching your ass’” claire defended herself from chase and hamzah’s teasing. “girl no i was right behind you”

“we’re having booty cookies” “we got fucking booty flavor” you and hamzah joked at the same time, causing you to crack up and slap his arm.

you took your hand off, not expecting his bicep to be so strong. he nudged you with his elbow, still laughing.

“so, are you actually gonna help bake, y/n?” chase playfully raised his eyebrow. “right, standing here doing nothing” hamzah added. “oh bitch says you, who’s actually done nothing. mr. nonchalant baldhead.” you joked, grabbing the camera from chase and putting it in hamzah’s face.

“boi get outta here boi” he laughed.

while the cookies baked, you guys moved on to putting up the christmas tree. you sat down with chase and claire and began unfolding the branches of the tree. hamzah followed suit, taking a seat on the floor next to you.

rudy walked up to hamzah, who grabbed him with one hand under his belly and placed him in his lap. “awww rudy, who’s a cutie cootie coo. ah poochy poochy poo” you reached over hamzah’s leg to pet the dog.

you scratched behind his ear, unknowing of hamzah staring at you while you did it. “alright let’s put in some freaking work guys” claire said and hamzah lifted rudy into the couch behind him.

“why do you literally manhandle everything that comes your way?” you teased. “like in the video where you’re flinging around fish” hamzah just chuckled in response.

“wait chase, i like your leggings” claire said from behind the camera. “what these aren’t leggings?”

“i’m just saying i’ve never seen a boy wear leggings, it’s a compliment”

“they’re not leggings, they’re thermals! they’re long johns..long johns?” martin retorted, displaying his leg out in front of the other. “you’re wearing fucking leggings”

you and hamzah stifled your laughs in the corner as they continued and martin teared up, walking off with the camera as a bit. “claire you actually made him cry” you giggled.

you felt hamzah lean himself closer to you, taking advantage of the laughing fit everyone was in.

after a while, the cookies were done as you finished decorating the tree, adding a little christmas bunny along with everyone else’s personalized ornaments.

you turned around to hamzah manspreading on the couch, trying to ignore your thoughts about how sexy it was and followed everyone else into the kitchen.

you all iced the cookies before doing a taste test, “boi crumbl cookie could neverrrr” you joked, as the cookies actually turned out bad. “this shit is way too sweet oh my god” hamzah said, spitting his into the trash. “ew dude have some manners” martin scolded him.

once mandy ended the vlog, you all lounged around her living room until you got a emergency text from your roommate.

“bruh, my roommate messed up something with our dryer. i have to go” you frowned. “awww noooo” chase frowned with you. “it was really nice meeting you” he said. “yeah, you’re funny as fuck” claire added. “oh i love you” you hugged her before getting your coat off the rack.

“im so glad you actually came” mandy said. “well thanks for inviting me” you playfully stuck out your tongue. “i’ll see you next time we hang out in like four to six weeks” you said, sarcastically. “ugh tell me about it” she smiled as you dapped martin.

hamzah came out from the bathroom, “you’re leaving?” he asked. “yeah my roommate needs help” you pressed your lips together. “oh…..it was cool seeing you though” he dapped you up, pulling you into a small hug. “you too” you smiled, holding his hand a little longer before your phone buzzed again.

“anyways merry christmas and happy holidays everyone! byeeeee” you closed the door behind you and head for your car.

lvryn

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lvryn mini dump 💩

user omg is she the reason hamzah was acting so mysterious this video

user yall saw the way they were so close to each other this video

user love your whole life 😍

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[frownyalfred]

Fic idea: Ra’s al Ghul grows tired of waiting for Bruce Wayne to come back to his service in the League of Assassins after spurring his offer ten years ago at the end of his training. He can no longer function as the Demon’s Head due to repeated exposure to the Lazarus Pits, and Talia cannot take his place. Ra’s travels to Gotham with his closest shadows/guards, desperate to make a deal. He corners Bruce Wayne as his famed Bat on a rooftop and gives him an ultimatum: one year of service, one year as the Demon’s Head in his place, and Ra’s will spare his city and family.

Bruce, as Batman, prepares to fight the League shadows and Ra’s, defending his beloved Gotham, until Ra’s adds that amid the carnage and confusion of their resulting fight, he will take a son — any son — and force them to the Demon’s Head in Bruce’s stead. Even the Bat cannot run forever, not from the League. Their existence has always been in passive recognition of the other; fighting will draw heavy losses on both sides.

And so, recalling his own days of training under Ra’s and the horror that await, Bruce agrees. He swears to service for one year, and one year only; no more, no less. No killing. Ra’s tells him his moral code may outlast all of them.

Bruce returns with Ra’s and Talia, faking his death for his family to discover. He hides the traces of League activity and follows them back to Nanda Parbat, where he had trained ten years before. As he embraces his year as the Demon’s Head, certain strained seams begin to appear. Ra’s is dying, and will not return to service in a year. There is no clear successor after Bruce. Killing is “off the table” when he meets with his advisors, but everyone gives him an amused, indulgent look when he mentions it. Talia is not interested in him romantically or sexually, but he gets the impression the word soon is floating around somewhere in her mind.

Soon comes around quickly into his tenure and new life. Ra’s orders him bathed in the Lazarus Pits one night. It takes sixteen League shadows to wrestle him into the water. Once submerged, he sinks without knowing how, all the way down. In the waters, he realizes that the Pits remember everything. This cave system knew Ra’s, it held Jason, and it drowned and changed dozens of powerful men over the years. The waters know, and he knows. He sinks past the shallow cove of Jason’s trauma, so blotted out that he cannot remember the Pit at all; he sinks down into Ra’s life, at the very bottom, and it becomes him. He becomes it. There is no line between them down here, where knowledge simply is.

The man who emerges from the Pits is not Bruce Wayne, not entirely. But it is the man he would have been, had he agreed to LoA service all those years ago. He is sharp and uncompromising. He is the Bat without his code, without his guardrails or rules. He is everything the Demon Head had lost, in the last few centuries of existence. He glows with a dark fire so bright, it sucks away the light from every other source in the room. He is dressed in dark, simple armor and black robes that call back to his former life. His face is bare. His eyes are a bright, all-knowing green.

Our fic picks up after this Demon’s Head comes into his own destiny and power. Told from the perspective of the children Bruce Wayne left behind, who find themselves chasing a shadowy figure around the world with the help of the Justice League. The new Demon’s Head is causing problems for everyone, and things have changed at the global level under his mysterious hand — so why does it feel like the Batkids know him?

It all comes to a head (heh) when the Justice League arrest the Demon’s Head and bring him up to the Watchtower. Only for him to be unmasked as Bruce Wayne, a dead man walking, an unfulfilled legacy, the person who built the very satellite under their feet in another life. Batman himself, with glowing green eyes and a Father’s face. Gone, but remade again. All in service of something greater than one man.

[bacchusbasil]

Ficlet- Stan Loses his Memory (Shapes and Pines AU)

“Oh my gosh, Grunkle Stan you did it!” Mabel excitedly exclaimed as she placed the fez upon the kneeling man’s head.

Ford, Dipper, and Tad lingered behind, sober looks on their faces. Ford rubs his arm as a tear wells up in Tad’s eye.

“Oh uh... Hey there… Kiddo,” Stan hesitantly greets, gently removing Mabel’s arms from his shoulders. “What’s your name?”

Mabel laughs nervously. “Uh, Grunkle Stan?”

Dipper covers his mouth silently, joining next to his sister.

The man in the trench coat touched the back of his neck with an awkward chuckle and looked around. “Heh… who ya talkin’ to?” 

Tad floats up to Stan’s face, reaching for his chin. “C’mon, Mack! You know us! Don’t ya remember me? Your husband-for-tax-purposes?”

The blue being’s supposed husband just stares blankly. Tad grabs him by the collar. “You can’t just forget our anniversary that easily! C’mon, does twenty years of commitment mean nothing to you?!”

Stan backs away from the two, who now have tears flowing over their faces, and Dipper grabs each by the shoulders to pull them away.

Ford leans over to comfort Mabel. “We had to erase his mind to defeat Bill. It’s all gone.”

The older man glances up at his brother. “Stan has no idea, but he did it. He saved the world.”

Ford moves closer to Stan, placing his arms on either shoulder. “He saved me.”

The amnesiac blinked unrecognizingly as Ford teared up. “You’re our hero, Stanley.” His voice cracks. He embraces his brother for the first time in forty years.

Tad reaches for Mabel’s hand, who takes it and pulls him close like a teddy bear. The square cries into her sweater sleeve and she cries into his bowler hat, Dipper putting a hand on her shoulder and lowering his cap.

The family took a solemn moment to mourn.

(Shapes and Pines belongs to @void-dude )

[divinityandfanfics]

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Tulak ng Bibig, Kabig ng Dibdib

SELLER COMMENT . the title means ���The Mouth Pushes, but the Heart Embraces’ so don’t google translate it anymore (the translation was incorrect)

PRODUCT INFO . The King of Curses meets a brave traveller on his way home. She is exactly like him; arrogant, mean, and cocky. After a bit of fights, can they ever get along?

PRODUCT CONTENTS . trueform!sukuna , power couple , heian era setting , enemies to lovers

part 1 , part 2

Ryomen Sukuna was the most feared in the land. He goes out to destroy villages for fun, as if just taking a walk outside. Sukuna has hundreds of servants under his control, on his beck and call. They, the servants, know that disobeying this monstrous being would lead to a gruesome death, so they hold on to his orders.

Today, Sukuna just got done lighting an entire village to flames with his Flame Arrow, saying it was just to “waste some excess cursed energy”. Of course, every supervillain has an assistant! For him, it was Uraume, his chef.

Sukuna was just going back to his mansion, two of his arms crossed, the other two on his sides. “Lord Sukuna, are you sure you just wasted your Flame Arrow on a small village?” Uraume asked, walking beside Sukuna.

“Yeah, it was just to waste excess cursed energy.” Sukuna said, eyes focusing on the mansion ahead. Until the marked beast heard something rustling. He turned his head, spotting a horse charging at them. “Huh?” Sukuna kept his gaze on the horse, also seeing someone riding it, until Uraume acted on it.

Uraume blocked the horse’s direction, cold hard ice almost hitting the poor animal. “Oi, careful, you could’ve killed my baby.” A woman said behind the ice, and Sukuna raised a brow. “Who’s that?” He asked, nudging his chef. “No clue, Lord Sukuna.”

“You’re damn lucky she’s alright,” The woman said, walking out from behind the ice, leaning against the cold barrier. “Damn, this is cold.” She instinctively squirmed away from it, fanning herself dramatically. She had a mask that prevented Sukuna and Uraume from seeing her.

“We don’t have time for you, human.” Sukuna narrows his eyes at you, nudging Uraume to ignore you to speed up the way back home. “Y’all aren’t gonna clear this up?” The woman asked, raising a brow.

“Tch, clean it up yourself, woman.” Sukuna growled, already walking away with Uraume. “I’ll come back for you again soon, Ryomen Sukuna.” She grinned.

Sukuna turned his head to glare at her, but she was already gone — with her horse. “What a weird human.” He mutters, getting a bit curious on who she was.

At the mansion, Sukuna told Uraume before entering, “That human pissed me off.” Uraume bit back a chuckle,  a smile on their face. “Should we go back to a village?” Uraume asked, and Sukuna shook his head. “No, no.”

October 31, 2024

As Sukuna was outside, enjoying the fresh air, he again heard that rustling from his first meeting with the woman. Turning his head, he sees her again. “Tch, human.” He stands up, facing you. “Ryomen Sukuna, remember what I said? I’ll come back for you.” You grinned, the sly smirk on your face hidden by your mask.

“What do you want?” Sukuna asks, crossing two of his arms. “A fight,” You smiled, hands on your hips. “I would like to beat the King of Curses in a fight. Would give me a lot of honor.” You challenged, and Sukuna smirked.

“Heh, you think you can beat me?” He chuckles, leaning down to your level. “I actually do.” You said, not backing down.

“And here I thought Lord Sukuna was heartless,” Uraume said playfully, and Sukuna immediately turned to look at them. “What was that, Uraume?” — “Nothing, my lord.”

[sturmjeager]

Soo... I made a little something based on my TFP AU in the Post-war Phase.

Basically everything is being rebuilt And bla bla but the cities have their own leaders And dont really Stand to each other until After a Attack against Cybertron (i aint quite sure who did it tho) And so on.

Sometimes my brain makes up random scenes in AU's where it will take ages to reach, And this is one of em.

The scene of Starscream's death.

(yes, i kill him off Post war for everything He has done including killing Skywarp. I will colour the small Comic once i got a replacement for my digital pen)

Aaaand the full scene i came up With below:

(English isnt my native language so i am sorry for any mistakes)

A battle had shaken all of Cybertron... All the leaders standing now United beneath the light of the distant Star that Gifted Cybertron it's light. The enemy was Finally slain... Leaving behind a Scar of death And destruction on the Planets once again Energon stained surface. The ones left were searching for their fallen, to wish their Sparks a Final farewell to join the Allspark.

A message reached the Airqueen of Vos, from a comm that was too familiar to her. Coordinates were the only thing written on them. She followed the lead to the Desert Mountains next to the battlefield, finding a crack that led deeper in to the Mountain. And there in the darkness, two Red eyes stared up at her, surrounded by the blue gloom of spilled Energon

"Look who.." A cough shook the Mechs Silver frame, Energon spluttering out of his mouth And on to his torn chestplate "Came..." A snarl layed in his deep And scratch voice, there was no fear in the Airprince's eyes, that reminded her of her long deceased Conjunx...

The Airqueen said nothing, looking down at the torn frame of her firstborn son, the shredded wings, the cables hanging loosely out of his frame.

"Got nothing to say, Heh..?" A laugh rose from his lips, who didnt had the strength to Form a smirk anymore. "It's for the better..." his deeply Red eyes flickered in the slowing rythm of his Spark, fading more from Minute to Minute "I've always been the Bastard of the 3.. The one that never fit in, the one who wanted..." A hiss came from his vents, his torn wings lowering And scratching against the Rock, as if they had lost any sensitivity. Nothing more than already dead weight on his back. "Power... Good old Starscream... Good for nothing then a fucking waste of fuel And time." A chocked groan escaped him, as Energon stared to drip down his chin, the streaks of blue feeling hot against his slowly cooling frame.

His mother didnt respond... The ice in her eyes hadn't melted at All, even as she was about to loose her last Child left. The Child, that had brought a And to her other two children, the one who somehow had always managed to escape And fool death in the worst ways possible. But now it seemed, Primus was done letting him astray... Stripping his soul away from this world, where He brought so much pain to many Different Sparks

His head slowly sank back against the cave wall, his eyelids closing half over his eyes as his Talons layed useless over his wounded stomach And sides. "I havent killed Thundercracker..." He whispered. "He got killed by a Bastard no longer alive... But as if this would... Change... A thing..." his sight slowly became blurry, starring up at the caves ceiling as if He would be able to See the skies again... Maybe spread his wings one more time to embrace the cool Winds of his home... But they were useless now... As useless as he had been all his life... "Dont let anyone mourn... It's not like i... Earned it anyways... To be... Forgotten... Is better... T-than..." His voice cracked, a static hiss taking it's place as his eyes moved once again to the Femme that had raised him... Raised And loved him... And He has payed it back With murder And betrayal. What a irony... With one last gaze to the light behind her, his features relaxed, letting his wings drip to the Hard floor With a loud thud. His head rollend to the side, Energon still dripping from his silvery lips, making a End to the tongue of Silver He had used all of his life..

As the Airqueen turned around, her eyes followed the last gaze of her son, seeing the bluish sky, that faded in to a purplish Red, as the dawn advanced... On this quiet, wakeless place...

[snnprins-ya]

Sneeze tease

Hanna and Ben are a couple with the kink.

Here’s how they spend a boring night.

MINORS DNI! DO NOT REBLOG TO NON KINK BLOGS!!

It was a quiet night in their cozy apartment, the flicker of the TV casting soft shadows over the living room. Hanna lay on the couch beside Ben, her head nestled comfortably against his chest. His strong arm was draped over her, fingers absentmindedly stroking her arm as they half-watched some late-night movie, more focused on simply being close to each other. But Hanna, bored and with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, had something else in mind.

“Be right back,” she murmured, pulling herself away from Ben’s warm embrace. He nodded, not thinking much of it, his attention still on the movie as she slipped away.

Hanna headed toward the bedroom, her steps quick and quiet. The small window by their bed overlooked the garden, where a potted lily sat in full bloom. Lilies were notorious for their potent pollen, perfect for what she had in mind. With a sly smile, she reached out, plucking one of the blooming heads with care. She’d planted this lily with one very specific purpose—to tease Ben, to watch his wonderfully sensitive nose succumb to a delightful, sneezy torment.

Flower in hand, she made her way back to the living room, hiding the blossom behind her as she resumed her place beside Ben. He didn’t seem to notice, still engrossed in the film. She laid her head on his shoulder, subtly glancing up at his face from her spot. Ben’s nose—strong and prominent, with a slight downward curve at the tip—was perfectly framed by his high cheekbones. She adored his nose, especially the way it reddened when irritated, the way his large, flaring nostrils twitched just before a sneeze. And she loved the way he sneezed, always building up with a cartoonish display of hitching breaths and exaggerated expressions.

With a playful glint in her eye, Hanna shifted slightly, bringing her hand, which clutched the lily, up behind the couch. She raised the flower carefully above Ben’s head, still unnoticed. A gentle pat to the bloom sent a swirl of yellow pollen sprinkling down. The fine dust floated through the air, drifting right into Ben’s unsuspecting nose.

At first, he didn’t react. But then came the faint sniffle, the quiet twitch of his nostrils. Hanna’s heart raced with anticipation as she watched him rub lightly at his nose, his brow furrowing in that familiar way. He sniffled again, this time more forcefully, and brought his knuckles to his nose to rub at it. His large nostrils flared briefly, the tickle growing more insistent as the pollen worked its magic.

Hanna’s lips curled into a smile as she watched him fight it, still watching the movie but clearly distracted now. His breath began to hitch, the first involuntary gasps escaping his chest. “H-hah… heh…” His hands moved instinctively toward his face, cupping in preparation as his nostrils flared wide, his eyes fluttering with the impending sneeze.

Hanna leaned in, feigning concern though she knew exactly what was happening. “Everything okay?” she asked sweetly, her voice laced with playful innocence.

Ben’s breath hitched again, his eyes squeezed shut as his nose twitched uncontrollably. “I—heh… my n-nose… it tickles…” he stammered between shaky breaths.

“Is that so?” Hanna purred, her smirk widening. “Do you… need my help?”

Ben chuckled weakly, though the growing tickle in his nose made it hard to speak. “S-sure… hih…”

She shifted closer, bringing her hand up to his face, the lily hidden behind her back. “Close your eyes,” she instructed, and Ben, too far gone to question her, obeyed. His pink-tinged nostrils quivered as he took shallow breaths, his nose growing redder by the second.

With a devilish grin, Hanna brought the flower to his face, twirling it gently under his nose. The pollen from the lily wafted directly into his sensitive nostrils, and the effect was immediate. Ben’s brows knitted, and his breath hitched wildly as his nose flared wide, desperate for release. “H-hih—h-hah—how are y-you doing th-that?” he asked, barely managing to open his eyes before the sneeze took hold.

“Ah—ah—ahh’choo! H-hat’choo!” His whole body jerked with the force of the sneezes, his cupped hands catching each one as his nostrils flared, red and irritated. “Aaap’chooo!”

Hanna beamed, biting her lip in delight as she watched his nostrils twitch and quiver with each explosive sneeze. “That’s it, babe, let it out,” she cooed, brushing a hand over his cheek as he recovered. “They sound so itchy… is your little nose itching?”

Ben couldn’t even respond, his nose still twitching wildly, the tickle refusing to die down. He tried to speak, but another sneeze overtook him, cutting off his words. His breath hitched between each attempt at speech, his hands still cupped in front of his face. “Hah… h-hih… Y-you—hah!—is this how… y-you wanna p-play?”

With a playful grin, Ben reached behind him, pulling a pillow closer and plucking out a small, fluffy feather from inside the pillowcase. Hanna’s eyes widened, realizing what was about to happen. She giggled nervously, starting to scoot away from him.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Ben growled playfully, twirling the feather between his fingers. Hanna’s heart skipped a beat. Ben was ruthless when it came to making her sneeze, and she knew she was in for it now. He adored watching her hitch and beg, her own sensitive nose betraying her as much as his did.

The game was about to take an exciting turn.

Ben held the feather between his fingers, twirling it with a slow, deliberate motion as he brought it closer to Hanna's face. Her wide eyes watched with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation, knowing exactly what was about to happen. She loved this game, the way Ben always took his time, teasing her until she was a breathless, sneezing mess.

The tip of the feather brushed gently against her nostrils, and immediately, she felt the tickle bloom inside her nose. "B-Ben..." she whispered, her breath already starting to hitch as her sensitive nose reacted to the delicate touch. "It—hih—it tickles so much..."

"Good," Ben murmured, his voice low and soothing. His hand cupped her cheek as he continued to twirl the feather with careful precision, swirling it just inside her nostrils. "You're doing so well. Let it out for me, Hanna."

Her breath hitched wildly, her chest rising and falling as the tickle spread deeper. "H-hah... heh-hih…... Ic-can't— hah-it's s-stuck..." she whimpered, her nose twitching uncontrollably. Her nostrils flared, red and irritated, the need to sneeze building stronger with every moment.

"Shh, just focus on the feeling," Ben whispered, leaning closer to kiss her forehead, his fingers never stopping their gentle work. "Let it come, darling.

You've got this."

Hanna's head tilted back slightly as she gave in to the overwhelming itch.

"Hih—hah—nngh... ahh—ah'kchoo!

Ng'ktsch! Aht'chooo!" Each sneeze rocked her body, her hands gripping Ben's arms for support. Her cheeks flushed, her nose twitching as the sneezes kept coming, relentless and strong.

"Bless you," Ben cooed, his voice dripping with admiration. "Such a good girl. Keep going, Hanna. Sneeze it all out."

Her breath was ragged, a mix of hitched gasps and small moans as the sneezes continued to build. The tickle was unbearable now, a constant, tantalizing itch that she couldn't escape. But with every sneeze, with every breathless gasp, she felt herself growing more and more aroused.

The intensity of the sneezes, the way Ben held her cheeks so gently, his eyes locked on hers-everything about this moment had her trembling with need.

"I-hah—nngh-Ben, I can't-hah-it's so... it's so much.." she whimpered, her voice a breathless mix of excitement and desperation. Her nose twitched again, the itch overwhelming as she felt another sneeze building.

"H-hah—hih-p-please..."

Ben's eyes darkened with desire as he watched her, the way she was struggling to hold it together, the way her body responded to every little touch. He could feel himself growing harder, the sight of her hitching breaths and desperate, needy gasps sending him over the edge. "You're so beautiful like this," he whispered, his voice rough with arousal. "Tell me how it feels, darling."

Hanna's voice was a shaky, breathless whisper as she answered. "It t-tickles so much... m-my nose... hah—hih—it's probably so red by now..." Her breath hitched again, and she whimpered, her head tilting back as another sneeze teased the edge of her senses.

"Please, Ben, I... I need it—hah—I need you."

Ben smirked, his hand slipping away from her cheek as he eased himself back slightly. Hanna's breath caught in her throat, and she gasped as he moved, her body trembling with anticipation. But just when she thought he would finally ease her frustration, he reached for the pillow again, plucking another feather from inside.

Hanna's eyes widened, her heart racing. "B-Ben, please," she begged, her voice a soft, desperate whimper.

"It's. it's so stuck... In-need to—hih— sneeze…"

Ben smiled, his eyes locked on hers as he brought the feather to her nose once again, twirling it slowly, just like before. And as he did, he eased himself closer, his body pressed against hers, the tension between them palpable. "I've got you," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear.

"Let it out, Hanna. Let it all out."

The combination of the tickling feather and the pressure of his body sent Hanna over the edge. Her breath hitched violently, her nostrils flaring wide as the sneeze built and built. "H-hah—hah—ahh'chooo! Nng'ktsch! Ae'choo!" Each sneeze came faster and stronger, her body shaking with the force of them, her hands clutching at Ben's shoulders.

"Good girl," Ben whispered, his voice thick with arousal. "That's it, let it all out."

As Hanna sneezed, her body quivering with every release, she could feel Ben pressed against her, his own excitement growing in tandem with hers. Every sneeze seemed to drive him wild, his hands gripping her tighter as the intensity of the moment built between them. She whimpered, her voice a mix of gasping breaths and soft moans, each sneeze drawing her closer to him.

voice a mix ot gasping breaths and soft moans, each sneeze drawing her closer to him.

With one final, desperate sneeze, Hanna's body trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the sneezing finally subsided. "Hah...

Ben.." she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

Ben leaned down, kissing her tenderly as he held her close, the feather still resting between his fingers. "You're incredible," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and full of desire.

And with that, he moved closer, the anticipation of what was to come hanging heavy in the air between them.

[charliedawn]

How would the Slashers react when their nice nurse introduces her boyfriend to them who build like Henry Cavill kind of shi? Charming and all, he's a real a gentleman too. But the problem is, they have feelings for her...and I'd like to know how they feel and deal with it. I just like a little bit of jealousy, y'know 🥲

You had warned your boyfriend of the very special circumstances of your job just before inviting him to see your place of work. True. It wasn't the ideal place for a romantic date, but he would have eventually figured it out. You were absent most of the day because the job was time-consuming and he had insisted on being a part of both worlds.

But, you still decided to warn him before entering the grounds of the facility.

"Are you sure about this ? You really don't have to."

But, your boyfriend smiled and took your hands before replying confidently.

"Hey. Believe me. Whatever they throw at me. I can take it."

You weren't exactly as certain as him, but he seemed so sure of himself that you could only believe him.

"Yeah...Alright. Just...stay next to me.", you instructed him and he chuckled before nodding in agreement.

"Alright. I will. I promise."

Bo and Vincent :

Bo was working on one of the hospital trucks as a sort of community service when he saw the both of you enter. He frowned at the way you were holding hands and it then occured to him that you had never said if you were single or not. The grip on his tool tightened perceptibly and his eyes darkened. He didn't notice when the car he was working on suddenly collapsed on his arm and he howled.

"MOTHERFUCK—!"

He tried to move, but his arm was stuck and you were alerted by the curse. You ran to him and tried to move the car, but couldn't. However, H/N came in and helped you. You finally succeeded in lifting the car just enough time for someone else to pull Bo out from underneath the car.

When it was done, you bandaged Bo's arm and he tsskd.

"It's nothin'. Barely a graze..."

You shot him such a dark glare that he immediately shut up.

"A graze ? Don't play stupid. Your arm was almost ripped off, Bo."

He let out a light groan as you tightened the bandage and his eyes then settled on the man standing a few feet behind you.

"...So, that's your boyfriend, heh ?"

H/N waved at the both of you with a kind smile and somehow, the fact that this ass-kisser looking four-eyed dunce had helped him unnerved Bo. You smiled tenderly at your boyfriend and nodded.

"Yes. The best."

Bo shouldn't feel his heart squeeze at the loving gaze you addressed H/N. He knew he was probably a good guy, better than him anyway...But, he couldn't help himself. He got up and left, ignoring the quizzical glance you gave him. He couldn't stay. He couldn't stand it. But then, Vince arrived.

What happened ?, Vince asked in sign language as he saw his bandaged arm—but Bo ignored him. Vince then tried to get a look at the wound, but Bo pulled away instinctively.

"Nothing. Fuck off, Vince."

Vince waited a second or two before trying to look at the bandage again and Bo snapped.

"I SAID FUCK OFF, VINCE !"

Bo had never yelled at Vincent before and you all seemed shocked at his outburst. But, before you could say anything—he was gone.

It wasn't until he was in his room that he let go and screamed. It was too much. He didn't want to feel anything...He threw various objects at the wall that smashed or bursted into pieces. He failed to hear when Vince entered, not until he felt his arms wrap themselves around his middle part from behind.

It was always like that when they were little. He would have tantrums and Vince would come to calm him down. But, it didn't feel like anything he's ever felt before...It burned.

And for the first time since they were born, Bo cried. He leant back into Vince's embrace and started crying.

"Fuck off, Vince...Please." But it wasn't a real request and they both knew it. His voice had never sounded so pathetic. Vincent tightened his hold on Bo and ignored his own struggle. He knew who was the man who had been standing next to you. And he knew how he felt about it. But, Bo was the one in distress, and he would always put his emotions and feelings first. No matter what. Because that's what bros did...right ?

They took care of each other.

Inside the hospital :

Freddy and Jack :

When you and H/N reached the main hall, you could see Freddy and Jack together—playing cards. They raised their heads from the game when you came in and Freddy smirked as he saw your boyfriend.

"Well well...How nice. Fresh meat."

"Freddy. Behave.", you warned him. But Freddy still had his eyes on your boyfriend with a predatory look in his face.

"Who is the newbie, nurse ?", Jack asked and you turned towards him with a smile.

"My boyfriend. H/N."

Suddenly, Freddy's smile faltered and Jack's eyes widened as his smile turned fake.

“…Wow. Aren’t you just the perfect match ?”, he said while eyeing the both of you with a an ironic smile. Your boyfriend was eye-catching and you both formed a good couple, but it didn't mean the slashers didn't feel jealous. They all thought they stood a chance, but it seemed it was all just wishful thinking...

"Ever heard of threesomes, pretty boy ?", Freddy tried—but one look from you and he already knew the answer to that one.

"What ? Don't look so mad, beautiful. Asking for a friend.", he lied and winked cheekily at you. You rolled your eyes before leading H/N away. It was best to move on. Once you were gone, both Jack add Freddy seemed to lose their playful attitude and Jack sighed before pulling out a bottle of whiskey he had been saving for a rainy day.

"Booze ?", he offered Freddy who sighed before nodding in agreement.

"Booze."

It wasn't like they hadn't expected it. Even if you weren't taken—and by some miracle you'd be interested in dating one of the slashers—those two know they'd be at the end of that list. They had no illusion, hence couldn't be disappointed.

But still, a tiny part of them had hoped.

Jason Voorhees :

Jason seemed a little dumbfounded when they met and he stayed in retreat. He didn't know what to make of him and they didn't talk until H/N decided to go and have a walk near the pond. It was Jason's territory and he was about to do something about it when H/N smiled at him.

"Hey. You must be Jason. Nice to meet you."

He looked at his outstretched hand and warm smile and remembered the first time he met you. You had had the exact same smile and kindness radiating from you. It made his want to see the man drowning in a pool of blood lower significantly.

He left his axe in the grass and wordlessly sat down near the pound.

"So...You like frogs ?", H/N asked before sitting down next to him and Jason smiled before nodding. He looked at the green creatures jumping up and down in joy, swallowing flies as they went and it made Jason happy.

H/N understood and smiled too.

"You know...I used to have a lot of those around the cabin my family and I grew up in."

"..."

"My name is H/N by the way."

"..."

H/N quickly understood that Jason wasn't of the talking type and smiled before surprising him with sign language.

'My. Name. Is. H/N.' , he signed each word carefully and Jason shyly replied.

Jason.

It wasn't a lot, but coming from Jason ? It was progress. You smiled as you saw the both of them bonding and were happy to find one person who actually made the effort.

However, when Jason noticed you...His smile vanished and he suddenly stormed off. You frowned as it seemed your presence had disturbed whatever progress the both of them had made. You sighed and went to see H/N who seemed as surprised as you at the sudden change in demeanor.

"He'll come back.", you tried to reassure him—but H/N didn't seem worried as he kissed the back of your hand lovingly.

"Sure. At least, I actually got to have a conversation with one. Well...A short one. But, a conversation nonetheless."

You were unaware of the silent witness watching you from the shadows...Penny growled lowly in annoyance to himself as he saw the display of affection and shook his head before returning inside.

Now he understood why you had seemed not to actually link to him the way he wanted you to. You were in love. And not with him.

Penny and Pennywise :

He decided to eat his feelings. Literally.

He found a guard and before anyone could stop him—he pounced on him and started tearing him apart.

Pennywise found him and his eyes widened as he saw the carnage. It wasn't the carnage in itself that surprised him, but the fact that Penny hadn't asked him to join in.

"Hey, champ. How is it going ?"

Penny didn't answer. Pennywise expected it and sighed before crouching next to him and they stayed in silence until Penny had finished his 'meal'. He then wiped his mouth and his eyes glowed ominously.

"He must DIE."

Pennywise waited for him to elaborate—but he didn't. Instead, the other being cackled to himself while thinking of all the ways he was going to kill the...INSECT ! Pennywise had never been one to worry about Penny before—about anyone really. But, he had never seen Penny like this since the Loser club.

"Penny. Stay calm.", he instructed—but Penny wasn't in a listening mood.

"I'LL DEVOUR HIM ! HOW DARE HE ?! HOW DARE HE TRY TO TAKE HER AWAY !", he snarled and Pennywise bit his inner cheek. Shit.

That wasn't good. If he kept going, he would set the alarms on and this whole place would be in lock down for weeks—maybe months. And he really didn't want to be trapped in his cage again.

"Okay, bucko. Let's see...Tell me. What's going on ?", he tried to engage Penny in the conversation. But, it seemed that Penny was already pissed off way beyond stopping.

"THE NURSE HAS A MATE ! A PUNY LITTLE MORTAL ! A NOTHING ! UNWORTHY ! SOILED ! PESKY AND DUMB !"

It would be a lie if Pennywise didn't say the news left him completely unaffected. He knew how all the slashers were attached to you—including himself. But, it wasn't the time to sympathize, it was the time for cold harsh truth.

"And ?"

Penny's eyes widened and he slowly turned around to face his brother who still had this amused expression on his face—as if he didn't understand the situation.

"...And ?", he repeated—dumbfounded. Pennywise sighed and shrugged.

"Why does it matter ? Matter-of-fact, why do YOU care ?"

Penny stayed silent before gritting his teeth at Pennywise—knowing he had just fell into a sort of mind trap of his. He suddenly shoved his brother against a wall and growled lowly.

"Careful, brother. I refuse to be toyed with."

Pennywise didn't seem scared as he leaned forward and grinned.

"We are monsters, Penny. Unkillable. Unable to feel. Unable to love. Now, tell me...Why does it bother you ? The nurse is human. They'll love. They'll die. Humans all do eventually. So, tell me. Why do YOU care ?!"

Penny's expression turned sour and Pennywise thought he would actually bite his head off, but Penny released him. He took a couple of steps back and finally confessed begrudgingly.

"Because it hurts...", he pointed to his own chest. "Here."

Pennywise followed Penny's finger and he frowned before sighing.

"Don't be dumb. It'll pass."

Penny stayed silent for a while before asking knowingly.

"...Did it go away for you ?"

He could pretend he had no idea of what he was talking about, but he couldn't deny that his own heart had softened around you as well.

"...Yes.", Pennywise lied. He couldn't tell his little brother that even creatures such as themselves could fall in love. He couldn't tell him that they could suffer through loss and heartbreak.

He preferred to lie. Lying hurt less.

Michael and Brahms:

News of Y/N's new boyfriend traveled all around the hospital and it eventually ended in the ears of the only slasher traveling through the walls (walls you had asked to be made into safe tunnels for Brahms who preferred to stay out of sight). Brahms froze as he heard and even though he didn't want to believe it at first, he couldn't deny it when he saw the both of you walking around—hand in hand.

"Y/N really...has a boyfriend ?", he realized and felt himself grow upset. No...Nononono...

She belonged to the slashers. She didn't have a life outside of those walls. She couldn't. She wouldn't...He punched the wall in front of him so hard that it left a hole.

You heard it and turned around to find Brahms standing there. His chest heaving up and down heavily and you could see that he was mad at you for something.

H/N instinctively shielded you and Brahms glared at him. You tried to explain to H/N that it was alright and that Brahms wouldn't hurt you. But, before you could—Michael entered the room.

He first looked at you and your boyfriend, then at Brahms. He could feel the tension in the air and knew that one more misdemeanor from the young slasher and he would be sent back to the pit.

It was in the left wing, a dark and cold place with little light or air to breathe. And even though Brahms wasn't claustrophobic, he couldn't handle being locked up—unable to move. Michael remembered the last time he was there...It was torture.

So, Michael ignored you and H/N and took the younger slasher in his arms. Brahms stilled for a moment before trying to get away. He screamed and desperately tried to escape his grip, but Michael didn't let go.

"LET GO ! It's...not fair !", he cried out.

Michael tightened his hold of him and he eyed the door significantly to you both. You understood the message and lead H/N outside.

Once you were both out, Michael removed his mask and forced the younger slasher to look him in the eyes. They didn't need words to communicate and Brahms immediately stopped crying. They both stared at each other and Brahms realized that it was the first time he had seen Michael without his mask. He was taken aback by his gentle eyes and it somehow soothed Brahms. He felt like he understood and Brahms repeated.

"It's...not fair."

Michael held him tight and even though he understood Brahms' feelings, he decided to ignore it for now.

Brahms needed comfort and unlike Michael, the boy couldn't control his emotions. He was the youngest of all the slashers, while Michael was the oldest. It was Brahms second heartbreak after Greta. Michael had stopped counting after a while...

"It's...not fair.", he finally agreed with his own voice and Brahms broke into sobs.

It wasn't fair that they were slashers.

It wasn't fair that they'd live long after you.

And it wasn't fair that they'd get attached, but would never be happy.

No. It wasn't fair.

But, Michael would make sure to teach them.

He would teach them how not to feel.

They would learn.

They all did eventually.

Outside the hospital :

Norman Bates :

Norman was waiting for you and you smiled at him.

"Hello, uncle."

He greeted you back and even shook your boyfriend's hand, but his handshake was brief and almost cold. You then realized you had forgotten your phone inside and told them you'd go grab it.

The moment you were back inside, Norman's smile fell and he glared at your boyfriend.

"You may have fooled the others. But, you didn't fool me. I see clear in your game."

Your boyfriend looked at Norman quizzically.

"What game ? I am not playing any game, Mr. Bates."

Norman huffed a humorless laugh before taking a step closer to your boyfriend.

"Oh, really ? And you decided to visit the hospital where she's working because of course you didn't know that the slashers would react badly ? Pass them for true monsters in her eyes ?"

H/N seemed dumbfounded for a moment before he frowned and shook his head.

"You got me all wrong, sir. I love Y/N. Always have. Always will. And I genuinely wanted to meet her patients because I am interested in her. Nothing else."

He looked genuine, but Norman refused to believe it. He crossed his arms over his chest and a shadow covered his eyes for a moment.

"You won't take her away from us.", he told him and H/N sighed before replying.

"You must understand. I didn't force Y/N into anything. She loves me. She chose me. And no matter what you say, it won't change that."

"...What if I kill you ?", he shot back and H/N's eyes widened at the threat. You had always talked of your uncle with such utmost respect, he thought he ought to feel the same. But, what he saw in front of him was not the darling and sweet uncle you had described to him.

"Y/N would know.", he answered and Norman chuckled darkly.

"She's a big girl. She'd be sad of course. But, that's why she would have her loving uncle to look after her."

H/N felt afraid for the first time today. He had spent the entire day with slashers in a mental hospital. Murderers. Cannibals...But, it wasn't until he met him and his eyes crossed Norman's that he truly felt scared. Because instead of being inside, the only true danger to his love was here. Outside. Free as a bird. And it scared him to no end.

"The only monster I saw today is standing right in front of me. The other slashers understood to let Y/N have her happiness. But you...You refuse to let go."

"I love her. She is my family.", he told him. However, Norman didn't expect your boyfriend's answer as his brow furrowed and he suddenly decided to stand tall in front of him. He then openly accused him.

"No. She's your prisoner. You are so afraid you are going to lose her that you won't let anyone else close to her. Don't you see ? You're so afraid she might leave forever that you're ready to kill me. So, she may never be happy. Just so you may be. You're selfish. And I feel so sorry for you. Because you may pretend that you love her all you want, but I see you. You don't love her, because you don't know how to love."

Norman's eyes widened and for once, he was speechless. He opened his mouth, but you got out just at that moment and smiled as you saw the two men so close to each other.

"Aww...You finally bounded !", you exclaimed enthusiastically before locking your arms around your boyfriend's. Norman saw it and felt as if a lock had been closed on his heart.

"Come on, darling. Let's go.", your boyfriend said and lead you away.

Norman stayed behind and saw the two of you walk away with gritted teeth. He wanted to cry. He wanted to protest. He wanted to shout.

DON'T LEAVE ME ! PLEASE ! I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE ! STAY ! I LOVE YOU ! I LOVE YOU ! I LOVE YOU !

But, he didn't. He smiled and waved the both of you goodbye as your car drove past him. It wasn't until you were well out of view that he let his true colors show. His jaw twitched and he let out a deep sigh before turning towards the hospital. He was supposed to visit the slashers today for their "rehabilitation session"...He smirked and giggled darkly to himself.

The session would go a little differently today.

...

"How to escape a highly-secured hospital to go on a murder rampage ?" or as Freddy would elegantly call it "Fuck rehabilitation. Go psycho."

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.171 Happy birthday to ya

When it got closer to party time, Sophia and I moved the couch to the backyard for more seating options. Our parties always end up fragmented with some sims eating in the house and others on the patio. My goal is to keep everyone together, so hopefully this will help. We also moved the picnic blanket and put the portable crib outside to accommodate the little ones. Because we're friendly again, I invited Yasmine and her girls, but she declined. She doesn't know the other guests and didn't want anyone asking questions about Stacey. I completely understood but feel bad for her. This spellcaster business has really trapped her and the girls in their home.

Apart from my baby aging up, I'm most excited about having Dub and his family in our home for the first time. Between the deaths and parenthood, it's been super hard for us to connect lately. I guess I was naïve enough to believe it would be easier being in the same city, but life keeps proving it doesn't matter where we are. Life is going to life, and that's that. I suppose I'll have to be more intentional about hanging with him too.

"You got it smelling good out here, bro," a voice says from behind me.

That Henford accent is unmistakable, and I was so glad to hear it. I turned around and embraced him.

"Wassup, man! Did you find us okay? Welcome! Finally!"

"Right? Took you long enough!"

"Don't even play, man. You know how life is sometimes."

"Sure do. This house is nice! And the view!"

"Thanks. If you're able to stick around later, I'll give you the tour. Hey, where's Maia? Is she coming?"

"Yeah, she's running a little late. She's just finishing up a project for a client."

"Ahhh. See? San Sequoia has been good to you already. I'm glad her business is picking up."

There's no way Dub showed up alone, so I looked around for Tambara, knowing she couldn't be too far behind. I spotted her toddling across the yard, trying her best to catch up with her daddy.

"She's getting to be extremely independent these days," Dub said when he realized I was watching her. "She won't even let us pick her up anymore. I don't mind that so much, but waiting for her really slows me down."

"She'll get faster," I said, thinking about Desiree's determination. "Just give her time."

Tami and Desi look nothing alike, but I see glimpses of the immediate future in her proud face and wobbly gait. I want Desi to grow up and change the world, but I can't part with my little girl. At the same time, I'm anxious to see her continue to grow. I love watching her smash these milestones like the boss baby she is. Ugh. Fatherhood is just a melting pot of contradictions. How can I be happy and sad, proud and scared at the same time?

Tami finally made her way over to us, so I waved.

"Hey there! Do you remember me? I'm Luca. That's a pretty dress."

Her face lit up, and I knew it didn't matter if she remembered me or not. I was currently her new bestie. Flattery works at all ages, hee hee.

"What do you say when someone gives you a compliment?" Dub asked.

"I know," she shouted.

Me and Dub had a good laugh. She's so precocious, and I love it. Kids really do say the darndest things, and I can't wait to hear what Desi will have to say. Hopefully that's not a be careful what you wish for situation, heh.

"That's right, Tam," I said. "You better know it."

"How are you holding up?" Dub asked, wiping the smile off my face.

"I'm good. As good as I can be, rather. It gets a little better every day."

"I'm glad to hear it. I can't even think about what that's going to be like."

"It might sound morbid, but you should start thinking about it, man. It's the shock that's hard to get over."

"You play dollies with me," Tambara shouts.

That was probably supposed to be a question, but she's too excited about her new, big friend and it's too cute.

"Oh, no," Dub says to me. "You start that and she'll never let you go."

She's adorable, looking just like both of them. I hope she and Desi will like each other. It'll be a shame to have them fighting or snubbing each other when we hang out.

"You can play with Desiree later, okay?" he says.

"Speaking of... We should probably get this show on the road soon. Let me finish these ribs."

(makeovers and family photos below!)

Dub and fam by @mysimsloveaffair

[ghxstlly]

how did feangers (or Becker and pooles lol) wedding go? 🫢

Ive actually wrritten about how their wedding went!

Here you are, for your reading pleasure <3

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Pacing in tight circles, surely wearing a hole in the parlor’s carpet, Mr. Poole reached shaking hands up to adjust his bowtie for what had to have been the hundredth time as he glanced up at the clock and stifled a wince, for not even a full five minutes had passed since his last check.

“Pull yourself together, Freddie,” He whispered firmly to the empty room, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in a bid to clear his thoughts. “Y—You can do this. Confidence, poise— just like in the courtroom. Easy peasy. You will be perfectly fine. It’s just a wedding, your wedding, n—nothing to be… ah, nervous about.”

Almost immediately, he deflated at his own words, stopping his incessant pacing to sink into the nearest seat, his head falling into his hands. A strange, weak chuckle escaped his mouth, then, followed closely by a distraught whimper as he did all he could to stave off a bout of nervous tears and wondered how it was that he was meant to get through this without having a nervous breakdown.

This had all seemed so simple in theory.

“Freddie?” Startling him out of his fretting, a voice unexpectedly called from just behind the parlor door, accompanied by a soft knock. With a sharp gasp, Poole bolted upright, hurriedly clearing his throat, trying his best to assume some false facade of composure and only partially succeeding.

“I, erm— y—yes, come in!” He called back, and quickly perked up when it was June who entered, gently shutting the door behind her. “Oh— M—Miss Kelly, hello!”

“Hi, Freddie,” She said sweetly, and, blinking down at the hand that Poole had awkwardly extended for a handshake as she approached, giggled and rolled her eyes, tugging him into a tight hug instead.

“Thank you again— I’m still just so glad you could make it,” Poole murmured against her shoulder, voice wobbling slightly as he tenderly returned her embrace. When they broke apart, her hands slid down to his, squeezing them reassuringly. “I—I know you’re busy, so, it— really means a lot.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it for anything in the world. I’m so, so happy for you, both of you.” She beamed, the sincerity in her words soothing over Poole and working to calm his frayed nerves. “I thought I’d stop by before the ceremony, just to check up, see how you’re doing. You look so handsome! White looks good on you— and I love the bowtie!”

Grinning bashfully, Poole glanced away, bringing one hand up to give said bowtie a little tweak, adjusting it absentmindedly as a light warmth bloomed in his cheeks.

“Heh— thank you, it’s, uhm— it was a gift, from— from Ira, actually.” He said, a dreamy little smile playing about his face as he spoke.

“Your husband?” June corrected, and almost burst out laughing when apparently just hearing the word aloud was enough to make a scarlet flush explode across Poole’s face.

“Y—Yea—yeah—” The lawyer managed to stammer, biting his bottom lip and trying in vain to hold back a huge, silly grin. “I mean— he will be in... In about f—forty-three minutes, anyway. If— if things, uhm, run according to schedule.”

“They will,” Withdrawing her hands, June gave his shoulder a reassuring pat and glanced towards the clock. “I’ll make sure everything is taken care of, don’t you worry.”

“Hah, that’s a relief. I really appreciate it— frankly I’m not sure what we would’ve done without you.” Poole chuckled, a note of relieved gratitude in his tone.

“Don’t be silly,” His friend hummed, waving a playfully dismissive hand. “You would have been fine. I’m just here to make things extra easy. So! How’re you feeling? Butterflies in your tummy?”

“Uhm,” Chuckling nervously, the lawyer averted his gaze and lifted a fidgety hand to the back of his neck. “That would be an understatement.”

“I should’ve guessed.” June nodded understandingly, offering him a sympathetic smile. “But, you know— the scary part will be over before you know it, and you won’t even remember being nervous. Try not to stress so much and just enjoy yourself— it’s your wedding, after all. Let me handle the stressful parts.”

Smiling sheepishly, Poole took a deep, steadying breath and nodded appreciatively.

“I’ll, uh— I’ll try. Thanks.”

“No need to thank me! It really is my pleasure.” She said, beaming for a moment before she abruptly perked up and clapped her hands together. “Oh— I almost forgot— before I leave, there is… one little thing that needs your attention.”

Immediately, Poole stiffened, reflexively standing up straighter as worry returned to his face with a vengeance.

“Wh—what?” He fretted, perhaps a tad more urgently than he intended to sound. “I, uhm, I’m sure I can take care of it really quickly, whatever it is—”

“Oh, no, it’s nothing like that—” She interrupted quickly, raising a placating hand to halt his anxious babbling in its tracks. “It’s just… I really think you should check on Ira.”

Poole blinked, visibly deflating as his brow furrowed with confusion.

“On… Ira?” He echoed cautiously, failing to suppress a concerned wince. “Is… I mean, is he okay—?”

“He’s fine, don’t worry,” June assured him, laying a soothing hand on his shoulder. “I just think it would do him some good to see you before the ceremony— that’s all.”

Tilting his head slightly, Poole held her gaze, wracking his brain for any possible understanding he may be lacking in the matter before humming nervously, almost sounding hesitant to speak.

“Ah… But, uhm… Is that even allowed—?” He asked slowly, and nearly jumped when June made a quick ‘pft’ noise, waving a dismissive hand.

“Tradition shradition, Freddie, no one cares about all of those silly wedding rules. As your Maid of Honor, I am allowing it.” Nudging him with her elbow, June giggled and winked playfully. “He needs you right now, and honestly, I think you need him, too.”

“I—...” Poole faltered, smiling sheepishly as June raised a brow at him. “...Okay. Ye—yeah, you’re probably right. You’re… usually right.”

“I know.” His friend hummed teasingly, looping her arm around his and gently leading him out of the parlor. “I’ll walk you over.”

Sighing softly, the lawyer merely nodded, falling into an awkward silence as he was guided down the hall, across the venue to a closed door secluded at the very end of a short corridor. Though it was a rather short journey, Poole couldn’t help feeling that the few moments it took to get there were the longest of his day so far, as just being outside of his dressing room was enough for the gravity of everything to sink in, a little less than comfortably.

June was none the wiser— releasing Poole’s arm as they approached, she had stopped a few paces short of the door and nudged him forward, smiling encouragingly as he glanced about as though expecting to be reprimanded by some nonexistent chaperone.

“Go on, now— he’ll be happy to see you. Trust me.” She whispered sweetly, turning as she began to walk the opposite way, but not before pecking him on the cheek with a proud, loving smile. “See you soon!”

Murmuring his thanks as she strode away down the hall, Poole felt almost paralyzed with apprehension, watching her a short while before dragging his attention to the door he’d been led to. For a few long, drawn out seconds, he simply gazed at it, his mind wandering unhelpfully back to the swarm of uneasy what-ifs and uncertainties that seemed bent on clouding his thoughts, before he reached up and rapped his knuckles lightly on the wood.

It was an empty pause that followed— a long, uncomfortable silence— before a sharp reply snapped from behind the door.

“Christ, what now?”

“Sorry, it’s— it’s just me.” Poole called back nervously and listened for movement, hearing nothing for a few beats before a series of footsteps approached and the door swung open.

“Fred?” Sounding nearly incredulous, Mr. Becker stood in the entryway, eyes widening a fraction as they swept over the nervous lawyer fidgeting before him.

“Hi,” Poole squeaked, a timid half-smile rising to his face as he waved limply, quickly taking in his fiancé’s appearance, feeling his heart skip a beat despite the knot of nerves that had formed in his stomach. “Uhm— how... are you?”

“The Hell are you doing here?” Becker demanded, ignoring the question as he grabbed the taller lawyer by the wrist and pulled him sharply inside, turning to him with an intense, unintentionally intimidating glare the instant the door was shut behind him. “We’re on in half an hour, are you nuts?”

“I, uhm— well,” Poole quickly said, voice hitching as he tugged lightly on his collar. “First of all, you look great— uh, I mean, really— g—great. Uhm, second— Miss Kelly came by and said I should drop in on you. She… said that you— that you, ah…— n—needed to see me?”

“What? June said that?” Becker barked, and Poole shrugged innocently, nodding.

“Well, what she said was… uhm… Er, y—yeah, that was… pretty much verbatim, actually—”

Immediately, cutting Poole short, the shorter lawyer made a frustrated growling noise, something between a sigh and a snarl as a complicated expression, an odd sort of gruff embarrassment, washed over his face, his eyes quickly darting away.

“Great.” Was all he said, balling his fists at his side and turning away to stalk further into the room, his whole form visibly tense.

Blinking owlishly after him, Poole paused for a beat, taking a moment to observe his agitated fiancé, his brow furrowing with worry at the display, before carefully pursuing a few steps behind.

“Are you… is everything okay—?” He prompted gently,  setting a hand on Becker’s stiff shoulder and ducking his head, trying to meet his eyes, but the other lawyer merely shook him off and continued to fume.

“Fine. Swell.” Becker gritted out, his tone tight but transparently forced in its hardness. Even with his back turned, Poole could see the tension in his shoulders, in his clenched fists, and frowned a little at the obvious lie.

“Nice try.” He said flatly, putting his hands on his hips. “Really, Ira, what is it, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t ‘nothing’ me— you know that never works.” Poole huffed, his frown deepening when Becker stubbornly twisted away as he tried to face him. “Come on, talk to me. I—I mean, are… are you having second thoughts—?”

At that, his fiancé abruptly whirled to face him, whipping around so fast that Poole instinctively flinched, taking a startled step backward as the shorter lawyer rounded on him.

“What kind of fucking question is that?” Becker snapped, a mingled look of hurt and anger flashing in his eyes. “Don’t be stupid.”

“Okay— sorry, look, I—I don’t know, you just— something is obviously wrong, and you won’t tell me, so—…”

He stopped.

Something in his fiancé’s expression had caught his attention just as his eyes met that fiery glare— something so impossibly out of place that it rendered Poole simply stunned for a moment, stricken by the sight.

It was a vague shimmer— a suggestion of moisture gathering along the edges of the shorter lawyer’s sharp gaze, restrained but all the same gleaming unshed in his eyes.

“Are—… Ira, are you… tearing up?” Softening, Poole’s brows knitted together, his voice dropping to a tender murmur, and immediately, Becker reared back, affronted, as though he’d just been slapped.

“No—” He snapped, turning away and bringing a hand up to angrily swipe at his eyes. “My fucking— my eyes are itchy, I’m probably allergic to all the goddamned perfume everyone’s wearing.”

For a moment, Poole only looked at him, his expression growing softer still as he came to understand what it was that had upset Becker so— and, in the process, could hardly suppress the tender smile that vaguely took shape on his face at the realization.

“You’re nervous.” He stated slowly, and watched as his fiancé seemed to deflate a bit in response, his shoulders slumping with a burdened sigh. “You’re… scared.”

There was a pause after he spoke, a heavy moment of silence while Becker visibly struggled with himself, his mouth twisting into a hard grimace, before he finally relented and nodded stiffly.

“...Of course I’m fucking scared.” Becker admitted in a gruff, mumbling tone, and when Poole remained silent, waiting for him to continue, he tightened his jaw, unable to hide the tiny, almost imperceptible wobble in his voice as he continued more quietly, as if embarrassed by his own words. “How the Hell some people manage to go through this multiple times, I will never understand. It’s just… ours feels like such a big deal. It feels like everything— like it needs to go exactly according to plan, but I don’t know what I’m doing and I… don’t want to fuck anything up. To fuck us up.

“And I know that’s an asinine thing to be worried about— but it would appear that all this wedding shit has a way of making me into a goddamn basket case because it’s been bothering me like you wouldn’t believe. I feel like I’m gonna blow a gasket on what should be the happiest day of my life, for Christ’s sake.”

Huffing loudly, then, he turned and raised his gaze, and as he met Poole’s eyes and saw how gently, how affectionately he was looking at him, he couldn’t quite help the tiny, shaky sigh that escaped him as some tension eased out of his posture.

“...Well, anyway. I said it— I’m fucking scared of our wedding. Happy?”

Humming lightly, Poole mused for a moment, fidgeting vaguely before he took a small step forward and carefully reached down, fingers delicately ghosting over Becker’s wrist until the shorter lawyer unfurled his fist and accepted his hand.

“I get it,” He murmured, rubbing his thumb reassuringly over Becker’s knuckles. “Really, I do— for me, uhm… Scared doesn’t even begin to cover it. I am— I’m completely petrified.”

Holding his gaze, Becker studied him almost skeptically, an incredulous frown playing about his face while Poole squeezed his hand, a lopsided, shy grin curving his lips.

“In fact, I, uh... I honestly thought I was going to throw up twenty minutes ago. Or pass out. Or both.” A tiny huffing laugh escaped him at that, his smile growing when he noticed a hint of wry amusement flickering in his fiancé’s eyes.  “Point is, I—I know this is scary, but… you aren’t alone. We’re in this together, and we’ll figure it out. Or… something… Heh.”

Ducking his head a bit, as though embarrassed by his own words, Poole bit his lip and shuffled his feet a bit before continuing, his cheeks flushing.

“Whatever, you know what I mean. We’re gonna be just fine, you and I— as long as we have each other, it doesn’t matter if we don’t know what we’re doing. Together we can— well, you know. Make it work. And Ira, for what it’s worth, I don’t think you could possibly mess this up even if you tried, because... well, uhm, I—I couldn’t ask for a… better partner.”

A pause.

“Really, I mean it. I never believed this day would come, you know— when we met I thought you were sort of— ah, rude and scary. And abrasive. And loud. But now, I think you are the most— the— the, uhm—”

“Okay— that’s enough.” Becker interrupted. Although he was rolling his eyes, Poole could easily see a teasing smirk pulling at his lips, his agitation easing away as he tugged Poole by the hand into a one-armed hug. “Christ, you sound like a damn Hallmark card— save it for the ceremony, would ya?”

Chuckling sheepishly, Poole flushed a little, leaning down into the embrace and resting his head atop his fiancé’s as he returned the hug with both arms.

“Heh— sorry.”

For a little while they remained like that, simply holding one another, enjoying the welcome silence and swell of warmth in their shared proximity. For the first time all morning, Poole felt grounded, protected, as though a heavy weight had been lifted from him while he basked in his fiancé’s secure presence, breathing him in, savoring the moment of peace. Wherever his butterflies had gone, they were forgotten now, leaving behind an odd, bubbling feeling that he almost wanted to call excitement.

It was pleasant, he had to admit.

When at last they parted, Becker kept his arm around his waist, gazing up at him with a fondness exclusive to him, a rare look that made Poole feel weak in the knees.

“...Thanks, by the way.” Becker rumbled out his gratitude, his tone a bit awkward and gruff but the words unambiguously sincere. “That helped.”

Standing up a bit straighter, Poole brightened, biting his lip in a bid to restrain a toothy smile.

“Heh— o—of course, anyti—” He stammered bashfully, only to be cut off by Becker suddenly grabbing him by the lapels and dragging him down for a passionate kiss— one he eagerly leaned into, his legs nearly giving out on him in the process.

Breaking apart just a few short moments later, it was with reluctance, a low, shaking murmur escaping Poole as Becker pecked him once, twice more on the lips before setting him back upright and smirking at him, undoubtedly amused by the flustered, dazed look he’d managed to put on his face.

“Alright, c’mon— let’s go get this show on the road.”

[memethebum]

Had a Inukag fic sitting in my wip pile for a while now, so I decided to shoot it out before I completed forget about it again lol

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Kagome hadn’t realized how marriage would give her a heightened awareness of almost every thread which wove between her relationship with Inuyasha and the domestic life they’d carved out for themselves after three long and agonizing years of being separated.

She was sure that the soft caresses her hands would massage into Inuyasha’s bare skin would offer some sort of new understanding for the man she’d chosen to wed, but the weight seemed to be much more real and heavy than anything the miko-in-training could’ve imagined.

The realization came in slow waves, like the way her eyes would dart towards the scarred skin around her husband’s heart while she worked her lips along his collarbone or how her thumbs would silently trail through a fresh cut he’d gotten from working in the fields.

He trusts me enough to see what his life has been like, both before and after being sealed on that tree Kagome sighed to herself as she laid within Inuyasha’s grasp during a breezy spring evening.

“Hm, what ya’ thinking about Kagome?” Inuyasha questioned, causing the young woman to tilt her head up and regard him a gentle smile.

“Just how much I love…you know all this ,” Kagome responded, eliciting Inuyasha to give her a loving gaze of his own before rubbing his palm along the skin of her back.

Their lips then reached towards each other in a silent tandem, serving as the only gesture she needed to lull herself into sleep.

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“It’s almost ready,” Inuyasha called before Kagome hummed from her cocoon within the blankets on top their futon.

She then let out a steady sigh while shedding the covers and raising her arms in a stretch.

“What were you cooking again?” the young woman asked Inuyasha as she began a lethargic crawl towards their fire pit.

She recalled him mentioning that it was a dish his mother used to cook frequently for breakfast, which caused her to bask in the fact that she was continually being gifted more information about the highs and lows which made up his life before meeting her.

“It’s kinda like a stew. My mother…would say it’s usually made with spices, but she obviously ain’t add those in because I wouldn’t like it,” Inuyasha elaborated as Kagome finally reached the warmth radiating from the fire pit and wrapped her arms around him from behind.

“It smells delicious,” Kagome added before planting a small kiss on her husband’s earlobe and then gently raking her fingers through his silky hair.

The young woman couldn’t help but smile to herself while watching Inuyasha’s ears begin to slightly twitch in content, prompting her to split his hair into two parts in an attempt to loosely braid it for him before they both had to go tend to the fields.

Kagome’s eyes then wandered from the base of his scalp to the start of his tanned neck, causing her to let out a gasp at what she saw.

“Hm, what’s wrong Kagome?” Inuyasha immediately questioned as he shifted his weight in order to meet her eyes, which remained glued towards his neck.

“Inuyasha, h-how long have you had these?” Kagome murmured before gliding a finger over the faded maze of scars that outlined the entirety of her husband’s nape.

She usually found a very vague explanation behind each of his scars, but the area before her had never served as a juncture for a story that could only be told through bated breaths and tight embraces.

“Heh? Oh, probably some demon tryin’ to grab me back when I was a pup. Damn thing never got me though, so I’d say- hey are you crying?” Inuyasha then exclaimed before angling his head to the side once more, causing Kagome to vigorously rub at her eye sockets.

“Ugh, you know these things get me emotional,” the young woman rebuffed while gently waving her husband away, only to stop in her tracks when he suddenly cradled her hand within his own.

“I know, I know. Wasn’t trynna make fun of you woman,” Inuyasha murmured before gently placing his lips against the back of Kagome’s hand, eliciting her heart to flutter within her chest as he circled his arms around her figure and let out a low sigh.

“I won’t deny that the memories still sting but…being able to talk through each of the scars with you is all the healing this hanyou needs really,” the young man mumbled, probing Kagome to gently rest her forehead against the smooth surface of his kimono and let out a sweet hum in understanding.

A comforting silence then passed between the two until an aromatic smoke began to waft it’s way through their home, forcing Kagome to tilt her head upwards after feeling Inuyasha’s hands begin to trail along her ribs.

“Fuck, hope it ain’t burnt,” her husband exclaimed before loosening his hold upon her with a small peck to her forehead, crawled across their creaking floorboards, unclasped the lid ontop the large metal pot situated within their fire pit, and let out a boisterous aha! as the aroma of a rich stew began to waft around the room.

The miko-in-training couldn’t help but let out an airy giggle at the domestic nature of the moment, only for her grin to widen even further when Inuyasha looked back at her with a serene smile in understanding.

[wowimkindastupid]

REPLAYING YTTD.(GOT TO BEGGINNING OF CH2) SOME HIGHLIGHTS

nyan; "crap who's keiji again??" me: "pedophi-" nyan: "OHHH THE EGG HEAD BOY." nyan: "hah, like she'd just be staring at her own hands in fear like "what am I..??" like that, heh." (talking about when I mentioned Miley wasn't really human) me: "..... oughhhh you just fucking predicted a scene BY ACCIDENT. YOU PREDICTED IT FOR WORD." nyan: "I ACTUALLY PREDICTED SOMETHING!!!???" (during the last meal thing, playing around with voices) Nyan: (as Miley): "now, there will be holes in the game," me: "man imagine you just hear a voice from another room going, (keiji voice): "man fuck yeah, glory holes in the main game!!"." Nyan: "help- and uh- like that scene in TADC ep 4, the thing like "do you have a smile on your face!!🤩" "no" "well why not...😐", and mileys like-" me: "oh yeah yeah yeah- (keiji voice): "man fuck yeah, i'd sure love a glory hole here.." nyan: (Miley voice): "because you!!!!!- what the fuck you freak." me: (attempting to do the part where q-taro is like- throwing himself on top of Miley or something): "A- wait hold on a sec- COUGH A̷̤͋̈̏Ả̵̮A̷-HJAHJAHAHHHRJHEJHEJH" nyan: "WHAT WAS tHAT!!????" me: "HE'S AN AMERICAN, IDIOT, HE'S EMBRACING THE BALD EAGLE INSIDE OF HIM.. NOW. Ȧ̶̧̛̙̫̲̖̂͊̚A̶̦̻̖̮͈͑̌̑͠Ȧ̵̡̖̭͑̀̅̈́A̴͙̘͋À̵̛̙͔̥̰̦͌̔A̸̢̧͉̼̳͊͝͝A̷̡͓͔͔̐̏Ä̴̠͉͎͚́A̷͙̦̿̊͗̓̈́Ä̴̧́̍A̷̰̎͠A̷̬̜̞̥̦͋̃̄͋̀Ĕ̶̯͖̳͎͊̓̈E̷̢̜͓͂̈́̊͝Ẽ̸̗̣̋̈ͅE̷̢͎̥̳͌͒Ẻ̵̲̕E̵̞̤̊͊U̸̺̬͎̟͒̀̽̓Ỉ̸̧̠̭̺̱͒̃Ȋ̸̧̫̖̄͗I̴͉̱̤͐̀͝I̷͔̯̦̱̔̽I̸̠͍͘Ì̷̯̯I̴̠͗͋̕I̴̩͈̔͐͆Ą̴͙̖̲́̿A̵̞͉̋͌͛͜͝Ä̶̭́͝A̸̳͔̳̟̰̋̀͂̈́Ă̶̧̻̤̫̎̍̚ " Me (as Sara): "what were the noises you heard??" me again (as Alice): "uh- ouhhhhh, sounded like an American guy and a pedophile going like uh.. (out of character) hold on I got it- IT'S NOT FUCKING LOADIN-" *at least thirty of the golf clap soundboard playing at the same time* nyan: "HELP."

*entering the ruined corridor for the first time ingame and seeing q-taro* nyan: "oh it's q-" me: "GOD DAMMNNNNNNN WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS MAN DOING DOUBLE. CHEEKED. UP. ON A THURSDAY AFTERNOONNNNN." nyan (Miley voice): "I thought it was Friday..." me: "help, keiji behind him be like-" *golf clap soundboard again* me: "ok yeah I get why people ship q-taro and kai now... yeah it's actually pretty cool now that I see these... I mean, I still kinda ship keitaro though." Nyan: "red and yellow..." me: "yeah y'know what they're some sort of polycule now. cant decide who to ship? make it a polycule. they all kinda share the two same colors too. kai and q-taro got red, keiji and q-taro got yellow... OH MY FUCKIG GOD IT'S MCDONALDS." nyan: "the McDonald's polycule....." *ai Mishima comes* Me: *sounds that don't sound like a human could even make them(excitement)* nyan: "THEY FUCKING TURNED HIM INTO CHAT GPT!!!!?" me: "it's all fun n games till the bot starts getting freaky...."

i really hope at least SOMEONE thought this one was funny

[prince-toffee]

Jingle All The Way

Silver practically stumbled into the royal living room, flopped down onto the floor face first. A muffled groan escaped his throat. The time traveller contemplated actually falling asleep on the carpeted floor. He lazily waved his pointing finger as he felt a chill creep up on him, which closed the balcony doors behind him. He was free from the harsh wind outdoors, but the grey hedgehog still shivered. He couldn't wait to warm himself up in front of the fireplace... warm... and cosy... like in Blaze’s arms. Hmm. That brought a smile to his dusty, tired face. Blazey was always so warm. He couldn't wait to snuggle into their partner, nuzzle into her neck, be held in her strong arms, just watching her pretty purple fur dance like flames every time she breathed in and out. He was always so captivated by the subtle beauty of his partner.

Traversing post-apocalyptic timelines weighed heavily on him, both body and mind. But the thought of returning to Blaze and Marine, even Gardon, it kept him going. It steeled his resolve. He thought the worst reality had to offer because he knew at the end of the day he could go back to her.

And then Silver lifted his head up he noticed another reason to be joyful and cheerful, a tree wrapped in colourful lights with a golden star atop it. It was Christmas. Well, Christmas Eve, only one night away from ‘the most wonderful time of the year’ as the song remarked.

Along with celebrating The Winter Steps, the traditional holiday of The Sol Queendom, both Blaze and Silver were eager to experience and celebrate the new holiday ever since Amy told them about it. For Silver it was a way to reconnect and bond with his home, enjoying and getting to actually know it. For Blaze it was a way to reconnect and bond with Silver, partake in his interests like a good partner should. But also acting as a way for her to remember and honour her friends in her neighbouring dimension, her other home, that brought light and joy to her. Also, it was good for her, the Princess was a dire workaholic, and she deserves as much free time as possible. She had more than earned it.

A greenish-cyan aura coated the hedgehog and he floated himself to the living room couch, and sat himself down on a soft cushion, only to realise he was sharing the couch with someone else. To his surprise it wasn't a small orange raccoon who had fallen asleep waiting for his return like she often did. Marine hated being alone, feeling abandoned, that much all three of them shared. But it wasn't, it was in fact a very familiar purple feline, nestled into the other end of the couch. Blaze’s tail trailed its way over to Silver and encircled his waist, an indicator for the grey telekinetic to move up closer. And so, he did. And the partners finally reunited in a warm embrace in front of a cosy fireplace. The perfect evening.

“I'm sorry I'm late.” Silver half murmured, well on his way to dreamland. He nuzzled further into Blaze’s shoulder.

“Mmm, don't be. I just got here myself. Today was tough. There is still half a mountain of paperwork waiting for me back in my office. Ughh, but I'm just trying not to think about it.” She groaned in annoyance.

“I'm sorry, Blazey. I can't even imagine how… stressful running a whole dimension must be. I don't know how I could help, but if there is anything I can do… just let me know.”

“Heh, almost as difficult as protecting all of time and space. It seems to me that we are both entrenched in our duties. And you are doing plenty. Just having you here is enough. So soft, my pillow. The thought of having you at the end of the evening gets me through the day.”

“Aww, Blaze.”

“Plus, you had plenty on your mind with that toy, the markets must have been hectic, we get people travelling from across seven of the nearest Queendom's.” Blaze murmured, her eyes still closed, also on her way to some well-deserved slumber.

“Mh-hmm... What toy?” Silver asked groggy, wondering if he misheard something.

“Rug-something or other… Ragnar the Viking-Barbarian. It was the toy Mari wanted for Christmas.” Silence. There was no response from Silver. At that moment Blaze’s eyes shot open, the white of the eyes turned a fiery yellow. She rose up from the cushion and silently, slowly turned to glare at Silver. More awake now than she had been for the last several hours. She was staring daggers into him, which made Silver shiver and wish he could roll up into a ball. “...Silver. You did buy the toy, didn't you?” No response. He just gritted his teeth together and bowed his head in shame as Blaze’s shadow loomed over him. “SILVER!” Her ponytail burst into flame.

“I thought you got it!”

“I thought you got it! Silvy, ugh, I cannot believe you. She talked about it practically every day. She practically couldn't stop talking about it.” She massaged the bridge of her nose, annoyed.

She was right. In that moment Silver could remember the young raccoon excitedly ranting about the plastic action figure at every turn she could; between munching on her cereal, or when she was braiding his quills, or when she tinkered with some component of her new boat, or when rocking back and forth in bed right before bedtime. She was so cute. And Silver was so screwed.

Silver stuttered, “I- I'm so sorry, I- I was busy.” Even he wasn't satisfied with his excuse.

“I've been busy too! I had to organise and sign off on all The Winters Steps festivities! Reallocate a brand new education fund! Broker peace between two warring nations! Fight off an armada of mutant sea monsters! Fight off Eggman who created the said mutant sea monsters! And defeated a reawakened evil God of dark magic, all before fighting for and passing a new housing bill!”

“Well, I've had to fight off an evil Shadow, two Time-Eaters, and three Eggmen, each with a different end of the world Kaiju summoning doomsday device. And I had to stop a sun from going supernova by shifting it into a timeline where the concept of heat doesn't exist!” Silver exclaimed, half attempting to find a good enough excuse, half knowing that he fully messed up.

Blaze just sighed, her shoulders drooped low, she didn't want to argue, she knew Silver was just as busy as she was, maybe even more. And she too had forgotten about it until this moment. But Silver's guilt-ridden low self-esteem took hold of him, “No, you're right. I messed up. I'm sorry, Blazey. But I'll make it right, I promise.”

Blaze sighed once more, “No, WE’LL make this right. I forgot too. And we won't let our little rascal sailor wake up on Christmas Day without a present, will we?”

Silver smiled, “No we won't. But where do we start?...” They both pondered and--

“The Solian Grand Central Shopping Mall!”

--They both answered simultaneously. Like they often did. They were in sync like that.

“But... wait, what's the time? The stores close at 9. And it's... 8:30!”

The two partners set off on a mad dash to the toy filled shelves of the many stores within the mall. But not before they swiftly adorned their respective disguises, turning Blaze The Cat Princess of Sol and her loyal bodyguard and squire Silver into Flare The Black Cat and Venice The Mink. Blue eye lenses, black and red fur paint. And a mouth covering for certainty. They leapt out the balcony, Silver soared through the dark sky and Blaze streaked across the landscape outpacing Silver above her, leaving trails of cyan and orange behind them.

And soon enough the partners stood before The Solian Grand Central Mall. A truly massive complex structured at the centre of Sol's primary market of commerce. Three or four levels of shops, kiosks, and stands, gallery of goods spanning the entire dimension. A nexus where all the realms and Queendoms converged and indulge in friendly sharing and trade.

“We made it! With plenty of time to spare.” Silver proclaimed.

“I wouldn't celebrate yet, the mall is surely packed with crowds of desperate customers. And without using our powers, which would draw unwanted attention to us, this will take time.” Blaze remained stern.

“It surely can't be that busy, it's a day before The Winter Steps, surely most people have already gotten all the present buying out of their system. People wouldn't leave something like that till the last minute, would they?” Except unfortunately, that was not true. The mall was full, overcrowded, you could almost swim on the people. Silver and Blaze had a hard time even turning among the flood of people. However, the protagonists remained undeterred, they began searching; level by level, shop by shop, toy store by toy store. Met plenty of strange characters on the way, but no Ragnar on any shelf. None the less, they kept looking.

“Can you check in the back?”

“It's not in the back.”

“It's probably definitely in the back.”

“Man, I literally work here. I've been asked for this specific item seven times today, I know we're out of stock.”

“Well, it says you have it on the website.”

“Have you not watched me squirrel around on these letters for 15 minutes? We're out.”

“Do you have this?”

“Have you checked if we have it in stock on our website?”

“No.”

“Wonderful.”

“Can I return this?”

“Do you have a receipt?”

“No. I have no proof I bought this. Also, I didn't buy it, my wife did.”

“Okay, great.”

“Do you have footballs in a different shape?”

“What?”

“Like a ball but a different shape.”

“... it's a ball... it needs to bounce.”

“... So no?”

Blaze and Silver converged at the very top. One toystore remained. Their last hope of saving Marine’s Christmas. The Last Nutcracker, it was called, as the neon flashing sign proclaimed. They crossed their fingers.

“Any luck?”

“No. You?”

“No. Nothing. How hard is it to find one blasted toy?” Blaze was on the verge of tearing her hair out in frustration.

“One more stop to go, let's go ask around. It couldn't hurt. Well, they'd probably not recognise me at least.” Silver suggested. Blaze gave a silent huff. The hedgehog entered the toy store and Blaze followed close behind. He orbited around a shopfloor employee who was currently in the midst of the one-sided conversation with a customer about a price tag for a Merf gun.

In the meantime, while Silver was waiting for the employee to notice him, Blaze searched the rest of the store. They scanned shelf after shelf, checked behind every toy, at every aisle, in every window display. Merf. Bricko. SpindashBlade. Fluidformers. G.I.Bro. Pokamen. Adolescent Alien Pirate Geekos. Cubecraft. No Ragnar and The Stewards of The Cosmos. Blaze was about to lose it. “I'm about to lose it.” Told ya.

She returned back to Silver’s side who walked up behind the staff member, and cleared his throat. Not noticed. Blaze cringed a few paces away. “Sorry excuse me... sorry Sir?” He tapped the staff member on the shoulder. That made them finally turn around, however slowly and stiffly. Clearly very tired. Eyes half lidded, bags under them. The talking customer didn't even notice the employee had shifted their focus from them. Suddenly Silver felt a lump in his throat, he gulped and gave him a shaky grin. “Hi, uh, sorry to bother you, my friend and I are looking for a Ragnar The Barbarian toy, do you have any left in stock, by any chance?”

The employee paused for moment as his eyes widened and a smile grew on his face. Before Silver could comprehend what was happening the worker was laughing and wheezing hysterically. The cat and hedgehog exchanged glances of confusion. The blue shirted worker was having so much fun that they bent over in laughter and reached over to the chatty customer and brought them over. They attempted to catch their breath, “Hey, hey, these two are looking for a Ragnar! HAHAHAHA!”

To Blaze and Silver's bewilderment the customer too burst out into thunderous laughter. Enough to force the two to lean on each other to prevent themselves from falling over.

“What's so funny!?” Silver asked slightly angered.

“Theh- There is no more Ragnars left! Genius! Haha! It's the hottest selling toy of the year! They've been sold for months! You dummies! You idiots! It's Christmas Eve, haha! What were you thinking!?!”

“Yeah, a bit late on the draw, huh? What? You and your girlfriend took too long trudging through tar?” He pointed and cackled at Blaze in her disguise.

“Yeah, good luck finding one now moron.”

Silver gritted his teeth. He had had enough, and proceeded to grab both of the people ridiculing his partner, “Where's your Christmas spirit? If you ever talk to her like that again I'm going to make it so that your memories leak out of your nose. Do you understand that?” They nodded ‘yes’. Silver answered for them. “No. No you don't. And pray that you don't. Now, how about you help me out and make yourself useful?”

The employee yet again nervously nodded and shakingly reached out into the nearby shelf and pulled out an action figure, and handed the transparent plastic box over to Blaze with a quivering smile. Still being held up.

Silver's glow faded from his eyes. Blaze’s brow quirked up in puzzlement, she questions sternly, “What is this?”

“Smirgglebeef. The Mount. Ragnar’s sidekick, the ward, you know the Comic Relief. Heh.” They remarked awkwardly. Blaze seemed unimpressed. “It's the last Stewards of the Cosmos figure that we have left. Promise. Honest.”

Blaze looked down at the toy defeated, she signed, “Let them go, Sil- uh- Venice. Let's go.” She turned away and began to walk out.

Silver put the store goers down as Blaze had ordered, and obeyed as he always did. An extension of her will, a loyal follower, that was who he was, he hung onto every word of hers. He turned his nose up to them, “We'll take it.” He turned around... and then turned back, “With a discount.” The employee nodded furiously. And so, he set off after Blaze. The partners proceeded to purchase the toy and weaved through the crowds of rushing people, utterly defeated.

Blaze’s posture was slouched, shoulders low, head bowed down in shame and exhaustion, her eyes so sad. Silver couldn't have told you what his posture was like or where he was going or what was around him. Because his entire world was Blaze, she was all he could focus on. He hated seeing her like this. And it was all his fault. His guilt, shame, and low self-esteem had skyrocketed. He had to do something, that was what he believed, he could not stand not seeing her smile. And then-

The time traveller noticed something past Blaze that gave him an idea. An employee pushing a trolley full of cardboard boxes through a set of doors in the back, most likely leading to the store’s- “Warehouse.”

“What?”

Silver took Blaze’s hand and pulled her along with him towards the double doors, “This way. I have an idea. One last shot.”

“The warehouse? Silver, no, we can't, we shouldn't trespass.”

“But for MarMar? Shouldn’t I try?” Blaze considered it, her face scrunched up. She nodded, determined. “You keep a lookout. And I'll-”

“Hey, what are you two doing here?” A different staff member approached them.

The partners froze like deer in headlights and the two parties just kind of stared at each other, making this face: )-‘—'-(. Silver swiped a small die cast race car and threw it over and behind the employee. “Eh. Look! It distraction!”

The employee swivelled around and pursued the item, “What?! A distraction? Not on my watch!” He rushed off, and tackled an elder lady pursuing a range of plushie monkeys and rubber duckies, “Get on the ground shoplifter!”

Blaze shrugged at Silver, “Huh. I guess that works. Come on let's go.”

The toy hunters entered the back, and they weren't exactly sure what they expected, but what they beheld was overwhelming to say the least. The fire Princess and the time displaced nomad were met with a flood of brown cardboard boxes and bubble wrap. And so, they dived headfirst into the solid ocean. Blaze butterflied through the stream of Blarbie Dream Condos and hairbrush accessories, while Silver back stroked through the river of Mx Squash-tato Heads from Action Figure Story 4. No Ragnar. Scooters. Glitter slime. Roller skates. Hair beads. Walkie talkies. No Ragnar.

“Heh, have you seen the stuff they sell to kids?” Silver pulled out a box depicting a cartoon monkey farting out a cloud of green with kids laughing in the background. “‘Don't Wake Up The Farting Monkey’?”. He read the title out loud.

“You think that's bad, have a look at this one.” Blaze dragged up a furry demon tie-dyed with a set of unnervingly realistic teeth. “‘Barfing Gnome (with realistic teeth)’. Is this?... This is concerning. People really buy things like these for their kids? Poop unicorns and toilet mystery boxes with rainbow poopy collectables? What did I just read, heh?”

“Yeah. You know, you say that, but you just know Marine would love this. She'd be all like; It's so gross! I love it! I'm going to use it to scare Tails!” Silver mimic to the young raccoon’s voice.

Blaze covered her mouth, trying to keep the laughter in. “You're not wrong.”

Silver’s smile soon faded back into a frown, he signed, “Not what we're looking for though.”

“No. No sight of it anywhere.”

“This is all my fault. Because of me our little girl will wake up on Christmas without the one thing she wanted. I am such a failure.”

“Silvy. The toy’s been out of stock for months. You're not a- this isn't your-” and then suddenly the outside doors rolled up and open with the loud sound of clinking and clanking metal. A forklift was driving in. Blaze used her hyper-speed to grab her partner and hide them in a large box. They were crammed but remained unnoticed. Blaze covered Silver's mouth with her palm to keep him quiet. “Shhh, we just stay quiet, let them pass by and get out after they leave.”

Silver removed Blaze’s palm from his face, “But aren't you talking right now? Wouldn’t that give us aw-”

“Hey Frankie! What about these talking bouncy balls? Should I just leave them here undisturbed and safe-like!?”

“Nah! Their bouncy balls for crying out, they’re made for shaking and rattling, go to town!”

Blaze and Silver exchanged an awkward look, “Uhm... surely they’re talking about a different talking box, ri-ahhhyyyeee!” And so the rattling and thrashing began.

They felt movement, or rather being moved, transported to a secondary location. And the workers were in for quite the surprise when they opened the box. The crate began flipping, spinning upsidedown and downsideup as if they were tumbling down the escalator. Tumble, rumble, and then... nothing, everything stopped. No footsteps and no talking.

“Soooo what now? Do we make an exit? Or do we stay inside and not risk it?” And right on time the box fell apart, exposing them, bouncy balls going everywhere inside the... Ball pit? “I guess exit it is.” They took to their feet, trudging through the marsh of plastic and bouncy balls, “Ball pit, huh? Never been in one before, looks fun though. Do you ever have the kid like urge to dive head first into-”

Blaze sharply gript Silver's shoulder and shook him violently side to side as something held her gaze of in the distance, “Silver. Silver, look!” The cat monarch pointed to the object ahead of them, the item of their desires, their ultimate target. Silver’s eyes widened. There it was, on a pedestal, a beam of light perfectly spotlighting it.

The half plastic, half elastic rubber form, the mis-applied paint, the awkwardly sculpted face mid-scream, the battle axe additional accessory made out of bendy plastic and the back of the packaging advertising other figures the toy could flimsily combine with… it was beautiful.

Blaze and Silver slowly approached the pedestal, reaching out for it, their eyes glistening in awe and wonder, beholding it as if it was a holy artefact. “We got it. Finally, we got it! Woohoo!” Blaze exclaimed.

“Yes, yes, yes! I knew it, that we'd make it. Marshmallow is going to lose it. Haha. Oh, she's going to be so happy; I'm going to be such a good brother. Nothing's gonna stop us now.” He rubbed his hands like a fly. They both reached for the toy, and then the curtain before them that they hadn't notice before parted. It was then that the partners realised that they were on a stage, at the centre of the mall, now exposed and having everyone stare directly at them. They slowly turned to the crowd of Santa Clauses... Clausi?? Paralysed by sudden shock. All had noticed them, except for the main announcer Santa who was faced away from them.

“Okay, who's excited!? Let's turn those frowns upside down, huh? Welcome to the first Annual Christmas Giveaway Bingo Contest. Woo. I'm not sure what Christmas or bingo is, but we'll figure it out, I'm pretty sure this is how it works, roughly, pretty sure. Now, who is ready to win this contest, huh!? Of which, of course, the reward is this limited edition mint condition-”

“Gary.”

“What?”

“Look behind you.” The announcer swivelled around to spot Blaze and Silver mid-stealing the toy.

“Maybe if we stay still, they won't see us?” Silver remarked optimistically, attempting to stay as still as possible.

“Thief! Get them!” A random crowd member yelled at them in pure unbridled rage. And the crowd, now mob, charged alongside the vanguard of Santas at Blaze and Silver who hastily grabbed the figure and ran off into the opposite direction, through the mosh pit, which significantly slowed them down. The mob caught up with them. Blaze witnessed Silver get besieged by and toppled by a contingent of grandmas. And he sank beneath the ball surface, his hand reaching out for her.

“Si- I mean- Venice! No!” He threw her the toy, and she of course caught it perfectly.

But Blaze wasn't safe either. As a Santa run up behind her and proceeded to try to choke her out with a huge candy cane. “We take our job VERY SERIOUSLY!” The cat noticed another Santa charging at them with a plastic tree as a battering ram. She quickly flipped upward over candy cane Santa, which tree ram Santa bulldozed. Blaze continued running.

“Stand down, and return the toy!” Blaze heard a loud voice behind her which belonged to the announcer, which was sailing on a sled pulled by a pack of reindeer employees. “Arm the mistletoe archers! Fire the holly anchors!” Blaze ducked the fired arrows attempting to pierce her and the anchors attempting to grapple her. The fire Princess faced the attackers, covered her mouth with her fist and coughed a powerful gust of super-heated air at them. “Ah! Where did this thaw come from!? I'm falling overboard!” The slide toppled over. She smiled, allowing herself to celebrate briefly.

She felt a hand grab hold of her leg from beneath the plastic balls, she reeled back her arm, conjuring a fireball in her hand, ready to incinerate whoever touched her. But her hand cooled as she saw the familiar face surface.

“Silver! Are you-”

Silver wore a face of horror, he looked dishevelled and panicked, “Run! We need to run! They bite! They bite and gnaw! Crawling all over you!” She saw fear in her partner's eyes.

“Silvy, what are you-”. Just then she found out what Silver was running from. They emerged like piranhas, chopping at their limbs, showing off their teeth.

“Oh no, they found me!” Then an army of little kids jumped out at them, all missing teeth, and tooth gaps, and food scraps stuck between them. One kid leaped and bit down on Blaze’s arm. She flailed her arm around trying to get them off, and flung them into the air. Silver pushed the horde of ravenous kindergartners with his telekinesis. Silver pulled out a half-eaten chocolate bar and threw it over to the army of Santa's chasing them. The sea of children stopped, u-turned, and sprinted to the candy.

“Let us go before they turn their attention back to us!” Blaze advised.

“And we still have the toy!”

“We're criminals now though... Where did you get that candy bar?

“You'd be surprised what's under there.” They were about to climb out of the ball pit, they were right next to the pit’s ledge.

“Not so fast.” The voice threatened them from behind. The partners swivelled around to see another mob of people standing before them. Mostly consisting of angrily glaring mothers in yoga pants pushing strollers.

“What? How did you get in front of us?” Blaze asked bewildered.

“...We briskly walked around the ball pit.”

“Oh.” They both remarked in sync.

“Now, no one’s going anywhere. Not until you hand that toy over, and that way no one gets hurt.” The woman reached into the undercarriage of her baby stroller and pulled out--

“Is- is that a gun!?!” Blaze dreaded.

“What?! No, no, that’d be cra- insane. This is a massage gun… NOW, hands up or we'll relax you into a puddle, you'll be lax for weeks!”

Blaze gasped, and reeled back in fear, raising her arm up to guard herself, looking like a vampire beholding sunlight. Silver gasped too, but quickly realised that the threat wasn't that bad, “Ahh!ahh… Wait that's not too bad- actually, Blaze you could use that, you're always so strained, your muscles are always so tense and rippling and sweaty and handsome... sorry, what was I talking about?”

“NO! I must remain ready and alert and rigid at all times for all possibilities and eventualities all the time! I can never lower my guard! Damn you, witch! Stay away from me!” She hissed and clawed at the air. Mreowing furiously.

“Maybe we can find a middle ground.” Silver suggested.

“How about you buzz off, you idiot twink!”

“How about I ignite a miniature sun inside your stomach and have its gravitational orbit tear you apart like tissue paper from the inside out! You don’t talk to him like that!!” Blaze snapped.

“Gasp! She threatened me! Get them!” The yoga moms jumped at them, smacking Silver over the head with her stroller, from which the baby began whacking him on the forehead with their baby rattle.

“Ah, help! The one opponent I cannot hit!”

The massage gun lady tackled Blaze. One of Blaze’s hands held the massage gun away, while her other hand held the boxed toy away from the lady’s reach. “Get off me, lady.”

“Just give me the box, girl. And you can go. Or I'll be forced to relax you into a pulp! What do you even need it for? Don't you kids have enough FlunkoPopLock’n’Drops and your WarmWheeles! I need it for my nephew.”

“Because you forgot about him?” Blaze raised her brow.

“...No!... Oh and what? You're so much better? You're here, today, clearly YOU forgot somebody too! A sibling? A child?”

Blaze gritted her teeth, bearing her fangs, she had touched a nerve. Her eyes turned red. Her body temperature began to rise. Steam trails rose up from her fur as unbeknownst to Blaze she was in the process of superheating the air around her. The flame inside Blaze reacted and was bound to her emotions, her thoughts, and her soul - control and discipline subdued and starved the flame, raw emotion ignited it.

However, Blaze was not unskilful, no flame burst out from her body, but she did manage to push the lady off of her with the force of a powerful gust of searing air. She quickly retrieved Silver from under the stroller and swiped the baby rattle from the baby, and pointed it at the Karen crowd like a knife. The mob gasped and stumbled backwards. “My baby!...’s rattle. It's expensive, don't throw it!” One of them cried while clutching her pearl necklace.

“Nobody moves! Silver, get the toy. We're leaving.” She proclaimed. A moment of silence passed; Silver did not move. “Silver?” Blaze studied Silver's face which was conveying a variety of emotions; shock, dread, and misery. She followed his eye line to the melted and burned malformed remains of the toy and its packaging. The toy was destroyed. All the energy and determination drained from her body.

The yoga lady rose up with her hair and eyebrows singed, clothes slightly seared, her skin slightly tanned. “Wha- What happened?” She spotted the wreckage of the toy, “Oh great, look what you did, it's ruined. Thanks a lot.” She stood up and strolled away as did the rest of the crowd, they dispersed, muttering disappointments.

Blaze just remained still, mouth a gape, eyes dead, her posture completely loose and slack. She was just stuck staring at the thing that once was a figure. Silver’s hand hovered over her shoulder. Oh how he couldn't stand to see her like this. He needed to reassure his partner. “Blazey.”

“It's ruined. Everything is ruined. And it's all my fault.”

“No, stop that, this isn't your fault, Blazey. You're amazing. This was my fault. I forgot to pre-order the toy. I failed her. You look after her and mentor her. I'm never around, I forgot about her. This is all my fault.”

“...Sunflower, why must every compliment you give me be paired with an insult to yourself? You care for her as much as I do. And she knows it too. You're busy too, all of time and space, and all that. The fault is not your own… WE failed our little girl.” She bowed her head down sadly.

Silver reached his hand out to Blaze, he never liked to touch her without permission. So he reached out to her with his mind, gave her a gentle ‘ping’; a sort of warm and fuzzy sensation. It was a familiar and welcome feeling for Blaze, she knew this was his way of asking permission. Blaze gave him her answer as her tail wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. Without a moment's hesitation Silver wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling into her ear. Blaze leaned into his fluffy fur. She pulled out the box containing Smirgglebeef and just looked down at it as did Silver.

“Let's go home.”

The two didn't even remember the journey home, or entering through the balcony, or making their way to the couch where it all began. They only remembered each other’s sensation, the warmth, the softness, the sound of each other’s breaths, the sound of their heartbeats, and then they fell into slumber, the toy still in hand. They managed to doze off, holding hands, forehead to forehead, snoozing together.

Hours rolled on and the partners fell deeper and further into sleep. And therefore, they did not notice the young raccoon entering the royal living room. She had ventured outside of her bedroom because she just couldn't sleep, partially because she was too excited, and partially because... she didn't want to be alone. The little girl hopped, pranced and skipped over to the couch and found her mentors asleep without her, now that would not do. She told herself that she wanted to stay up late to meet this enigmatic Santa and ask him a few things, study his craft; escape artistry, see if she could incorporate some of it into her own repertoire. But really, she was hoping to catch B and Silver, she knew they both worked late, and she just wanted to be with them. She noticed the toy in B’s hand, she took it, “Wow, Smirgglebeef, cool.” She couldn't wait to rub it into Tails's face. She scampered up the couch and sat herself down and nestled herself in between Blaze and Silver. Enclosed in the perfect combination of warmth and softness. And she too fell asleep soon enough.

Garden soon after entered, suspecting he'd find Blaze there after finding her office empty. Of course, he was right, and glad to be so. He smiled, seeing the little girl he helped raise at peace. He gently laid a blanket over them, and retreated to his own quarters for the night.

[hushravengoobertown]

-----In the Dark and Blue-----

3/?

February 14th, 1999: 04.00: Cycle 2

The indifference strikes again, the Ocean of Höllvania drowns anyone and everyone who can't keep their head above the waves.

(sorry this took so long, work+EEPY = unproductive)

On a damp and cold morning, clouds looming above. Amir and Kintsugi coiled up in a big, fuzzy blanket. Nuzzling each other as they binged some ‘Warrior Queen Zasta.’ Neither could sleep last night as the adrenaline from their previous mission kept them up. Amir snuck some kisses on Kintsugi’s cheek. Her flushed face was hidden by the light from the TV. “I got a mission with Arthur today, my dear.” Amir’s eyebrow raised but then a big giddy smile revealed itself. “Ooh that's alright Sugarcube! I have to prepare your gift anyway~” her light laughter soothed any anxiety he held. “We're going down to the Harbor this time. Scaldra are getting desperate and are asking for supplies from other nations.”

Amir’s eyes widened, tightening his grip around her a little bit. “That's new… we're really driving them in a corner now huh?” She chuckles, pecking his forehead. “We'll get it done before you're finished with your plan~ I'll make sure of it!” Amir’s eyes met with hers as soft laughter filled the room. “I'll hold you to that Babycakes, just be careful okay? That place is… funny, I know! Very close to the ocean, the waves can be dangerous on days like these.” He gazes out the window, frowning, it was already raining pretty hard, no sign of stopping. She cups his cheek, facing him towards her, their lips softly pressing against each other. “I'll be okay, Zoomy, I promise.” leaning her head against the crook of his neck, she reassures him softly, gently caressing his arm. Both relax in each other's embrace as the next episode of Warrior Queen Zasta plays.

—

They were half asleep when Quincy and his band woke everyone up. Not even the backroom was safe from his shenanigans as the loud banging on the wall shot them up. “Nnuuuugh, sometimes I really wanna deck his stupid face-” Kintsugi nuzzles his arm as he haphazardly rubs his right eye with the palm of his hand. “Mmm time to get ready for the day!” He jumps up giddy, stretching as Kintsugi follows shortly after. “Don’t peek in Aoi’s corner for a bit- it's where the surprise is okaaaay?” He quickly pecks her cheek, sprinting away soon after. Her gentle laughter fuelled his desire to make this the best day ever.

Kintsugi still had some time before needing to show up so she cleaned up in the bathroom, got some fresh (waterproof) clothing on and fed her kavats. She prepared her arsenal for the day, nothing like the good ol’ reliable Boltor, Sicarus, and Glaive to get the job done. All the small chores were finished for now so she went to boot up the POM-2 PC. Holding a groggy sigh, she'd type to greet Arthur.

Kintsugi-Genesis

“Hey, Arthur I'm pretty much ready whenever you are. What's the plan?”

Broadsword

“Gotta wait for the morning fog to roll in. Should provide us enough cover around the place to make it quick and painless…. For us at least. Heh.”

Kintsugi-Genesis

“Sounds good to me, let's make sure their dates cry tonight.”

Broadsword

“...I should not have laughed at that as much as I did.”

Kintsugi-Genesis

“lol I'll get you a beer when we're done.”

Broadsword

“Cheers. I'll text you when the fog is thick enough.”

Kintsugi-Genesis

“^⁠_⁠^”

Broadsword has logged off.

She leaned back on her council chair she brought from Duviri, hands on the back of her head as her gaze diverted to the floof of Amir on her bed, then up outside, rain tapping the window. The ominous winds outside felt like some kind of warning, spiking her nerves. “The Ocean… dangerous when stormy and yet this will be the first time I'll see it. Perhaps I'll be a lil extra careful for Amir… What do you think, Kalymos?” her quiet purrs approached, nuzzling her leg as Kintsugi scratched behind her ears. Her anxiety was broken by Kalymos’s presence.

—

The silence was cut by Amir’s sudden appearance, his figure at the door frame of the loft. “Hey hey hey! My Void Kitten~ Arthur told me that we'll be heading to the Harbor together!!” Kintsugi cocked her head in confusion. “Really..? Arthur seemed pretty excited to actually go on a mission with me for once… why the sudden change?” Amir nodded and approached Kintsugi “Would it be so surprising that he forgot that it was Valentine's day and panicked! You should have SEEN the look on his face when he approached me and told me he learned it only after texting you hahaha!” Kintsugi wheezed, slamming her palm on the table. “What about what you're planning…?” He nodded “Aoi and Eleanor are helping Arthur finish what I started, it's only fair since he's sending us out in the rain haha!” Amir held his hand out and she softly chuckled, taking it. “So will this be like… a beach date?” she'd chuckle sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Amir would take her hand to kiss it. “Of course, Mon Cheri~” Kintsugi was happily bounding down the stairs ahead of him, whistling old Duviri tunes while retrieving her arsenal. What she didn't see was the inky eyes and horrible creeping smile that plastered his face behind her.

—

Amir and Aoi began setting up a couple of chairs and a fancy table. Amir realized he never actually had that ‘Fancy romantic date, wine and schmoozing included.’ with his love, he wanted to show her what a real one was. Aoi agreed with him too, helping him get it set up for Valentine's day. They'd place some privacy walls around the room to keep the place hidden from prying eyes. Aoi held a small radio in hand, flipping between frequencies to find the old timey stations. A knock was heard behind the walls. “Oi fam, got your lux and tie.” Quincy chuckled, as Amir parted the walls with a big dumb smile on his face. “Ohmysolthisisperfect!!! I owe you at least 2 favors for this.” Quincy laughed, patting the speedster on his shoulder. “Nah brother, for som’in like this? All I want is you being your best self, slay that tux, please yo girl… and one favor.” Amir rolling his eyes, punches Quincy’s collar bone playfully, before pushing him out of the room. “Thanks man… means a lot.”

Aoi and Eleanor sat doing each other's make-up, Amir huffed, his gear scattered on the floor, he'd start fixing his collar, staring at himself in a cracked mirror. He admired a black velvet tuxedo covering his shoulders. Black slacks wrapped around his thighs and legs beautifully, a maroon tie with a little lightning bolt pin by the knot covering a white undershirt trying desperately to contain his chest. Nice buttoned cuffs enhanced the details around his wrists. He carefully fixed any creases or wrinkles around his arms and his neck. Quincy did an amazing job finding one that was tailored, let alone fit him.

“She'll like this… yea, she will, I know she will…” his heart was racing nervously, the suit tight around his Warframe body, this was definitely not as easy let alone comfortable as portrayed in those cheesy rom coms he used to binge. “Welp, no going back now.” He took a solid moment to breathe, walking around the corner towards Aoi and Eleanor. Their gazes quickly met his visage. “Oh my Sol…” Eleanor dropped her jaw a little in astonishment. “AMIR YOUR SO HANDSOME WHAAAA-” Aoi jolted from her position, a giddy smile on her face. “Sugi is absolutely going to lose her mind when she witnesses you darling.” Eleanor happily replied. “Y-you really think so?” Aoi jogged over to pat his back, “We know so. Amir.” her smile widened, a nervous but content chuckle escaped Amir, admiring himself.

A sudden knock on the privacy walls, Arthur inviting himself in, he'd notice two scornful gazes and an embarrassed Amir. “Oh… sorry… you… look great, Amir.” Arthur smiled lightly, trying not to pay much mind to his rather upset sister and former girlfriend. “What brings you here brother, we're in the middle of something quite under wraps you know…” Eleanor scoffed. “...I know I'm sorry, but I cannot get a hold of Drifter, she wasn't in the backroom. I assumed she was here with you lot?” Amir’s heart dropped. “S-she isn't here…” Amir somberly responded, Aoi frowned slightly. “Eleanor, are you able to get a poke on her whereabouts?” Arthur crossed his arms, his tone a bit more serious now. “Hmmm… Let me see…” her focus shifted, for a moment closing her eyes. Her eyes widened terrified. Cold gasps escaping her.

“She's… heading for the docks-” she gasped again “There's… another guiding her, it looks like… Amir” everyone's eyes widened in shock. Aoi’s expression soured, Arthur's eyebrow raised, Amir started anxiously pacing. “Howisthatpossibleimrighthere-” his breathing unsteady. “Its… it's the Indifference!- That THING is with OUR Drifter!?” Eleanor's desperate voice shifted the mood aggressively, completely overwhelming emotions washed over Amir, tears started streaming down his face. He held his heart as another panic attack took over every nerve in his body, a cold dread completely strangled his mind. All he could hear was his heart racing. “NOTAGAINNOTAGAINNOTAGAIN…” His knees buckled as his hands grasped his hair, desperately trying to breathe.

Aoi rushed out to prepare the Atomicycles. Eleanor held Amir's shoulder’s trying to calm him down. Arthur’s expression was stoic, he calls for Quincy over the radio, telling Lettie to remain to keep the civilians safe. “We need to leave. Now. That thing is with her, if we don't stop it, we might as well be dead.”

—

Kintsugi crouched with her Glaive in hand, signalling to Àmir, he dove into the fog, Scaldra screams faded, she approached the docks, waves splashing against the concrete. “I don't see anymore Scaldra, seems like we got them all…” no response. “Amir? You okay?! Are you hurt?” A horrible laugh echoed in the mist, the waves seemed to crash louder.

“Ỵ̸̡̛̐̎́͝o̸̝̐ų̵͊̓̿̕r̵̛̪͂̒̈́̈́̕ ̶̡̟̬͖̋́͐͒͝d̸͙̠̉̏̓͑̈́̇a̵̖͔͚̤͛͛͛̄́ḿ̸̘̏̔͊̔̈́ń̷̠͚̘͇̳e̸̝̭̦̯͐d̷̳̬́͒̃ ̴̺̟̖̓͂̑̓̀̍m̴̫̝͌a̸̡͈̜̎̉̒͗́͝ͅṇ̷̘̭̎͋̐̐́ ̴̪̦̞̀̈́̚ͅg̸̙͔̃o̷͔̊͘t̷̳̬̗̫͍̣͌͑̌ ̷̫̈́͂̃̈́̉̕i̸̠̗̐̆̎̕ň̸̠̇͘ ̸̘̭̘́̈͋͋̇̕m̷̰̽̌̒͊ͅy̷̢̞̽̽̇̕ ̵̗̺͓̼̒̉͒̇w̷̬͇̅̓͗̀͘͠a̷̛̤̪̝͌́͘ẙ̸̠̀.̵̹̦́̓͆̉͠ ̶̥̹̱͔͋S̴̨͍̈t̴̻͕̙̬̾̿͝͝e̸͎̿̏̈́a̸̬̖͛̂̀͝l̴̦̰̹͙̗̟̍͗̈́̃͝ỉ̵̼̓̒̇̈́̚ñ̶̯͙̫̈̀̚ģ̵̙͒̓̉̾̕ ̴͍̱̘́͛y̷̲̭̦̖̘̐̓ͅȯ̶̘̤̬̫̞͋̌̊̓û̷̢̩͉͜ ̴̤̓̓f̵̢̰̥͈̃̆͂̕r̴̜̳̫̰̓́̾ơ̶̡̡̞̪̺̓͋͝ͅm̴̨̨͈̫͕̆͘ ̵̭̱́̽̿̂̂̚y̵̨̱̣̤̔ö̷͓͈̦́̈́̌͘u̴̡͍̥͍̝̾̓͊r̷̗̥̬̣̮̈́͆ ̴̢͈͕̞̌̈́͛͐͌͝b̴̲̝̈́e̵͈̱͇͂̀̂l̴̡͔̮̈͌́̿̐a̶̮̿͂͊ͅţ̸̮̙́́̆͌e̴͖̰̞̎̈́͐͝͠d̶̗͚̙̝͚̱̾́̿͠ ̴̡͎̮̗̦̗̅̿̀͘f̷̠́̍̚͠á̵̞̻͈̙̜̱͋t̷͕̟̤̰̖͝ę̸̢͕̍̒͌͒.”

“YOU- I WON'T LET YOU HURT HIM-” the Indifference cackled, revealing itself, a horribly twisted visage of Ȑ̵̩̂̐̌̇ì̶̛͇̖̘̼̞̈m̷̨͉͇̙͋̔̇͐͑a̶͓͎͓̣̔͝͠͝ mocked her. Kintsugi shot at the mirage, it faded, void tongue clawed at her mind getting louder and louder. She grasped her head in agony.

“Í̵̻̺͎̣̲̺̖̻̈́͒̎͑̾'̸̢̠̠͐̒͂̓̆̓͘͝ͅl̴̟͇͊̍̐̐l̷̝͕͇̍̆̌̿̐̅ ̷͕̻͋̑̎s̷̛̖͔̩̱̒ḧ̵̙̻͍̼̭́̆̎̅̎͒͊͜ơ̴̩͍͕̿͑͋̆̓͘͝w̵̧̱̙̳̰̙̘͚̑̿ ̵̧̛̯͓͍̠́́̓͒͠y̵͍͙̭̱̙͑̾͜͠ő̴̧̭̦̐̂ư̸̢̨̬̭͙͎̘̰ ̷͚̮̣̳͙̚ͅa̴̠͆͛͝͝n̶̟̍̆͐̀͘̕͠ ̶̣͂̓̋͆O̸̱̜͓͇͓̮͒͊̎̃̃̓̚͝c̷͔͓͌̾͐͛ͅe̸̪̐ḁ̴͔̮͠n̷̝͎͈̥͖̪̆̈̚͝,̷̲̓̐̊̐̈́̅ ̷̹̗̍̈̀̚̚͝ṱ̷̡̝̠͌͐̈́̇͑̌͐͝ḩ̸̢̢̱͚͇̑ĭ̴̛̻͚̫̱̣̳̯̂̚ş̸͔͕̰̦̔͗̂ͅ ̴̲̬̝̅̿̚ẗ̷̫́̒̐̓̚͝i̷̙͈͙̘̱̮͊̍̃̃́͊͛̕͜m̷̢̯̗͉͙̙̟̑̓̿̿̒̎̚͘͜ḙ̷̼̲̻͖̝̔͌͆̐.̸̫̪̎͝.̴͈̣̤͙̪̥̰͇̌̏.̶̝̮̌ ̴̡̧̢̱̖̄ͅ”

̶̄

“̷̨̠̺͚̮̺̣͎͊̎̑̑͘Y̷̨̬͙̥͍̹͓̾̔͆̏̉͝Ô̶͉̻͛͛Ū̸̯͐̔̀̀̈́”

̴̟̣̬̮̞̊̇͂̋

“̸̳̩̞̳̹͝W̵̨͈͒̍̊Ỉ̶̢̡̭̯̙̠̼͎̐̋̓͋͠L̶̨̝̇̒̕L̸̳͚̖̾̊̏̄͛̈̽̊”

̴̯̠̬̫̦̰̮̑̆̆̓̄͆͘

“̴̼̝͗D̴͎͇̹̈́͆͊̎͝R̶̢͈̤̬̯̯̿̏͌̀̐́̿ͅO̸̧̦͇̰̼͖̺̘̔̔́̐̽̔W̴͔̖̓͌̓́̿̃͒͠ͅN̷̡̙̖͈͎͉͌̇̃̊͑͊.̵̥͍̪̭̬̮͊̀̔̿”

Her screams attempted to drown out the murmur. To no avail, while struggling to keep herself sane, the pain crumbled her strength. Ȑ̵̩̂̐̌̇ì̶̛͇̖̘̼̞̈m̷̨͉͇̙͋̔̇͐͑a̶͓͎͓̣̔͝͠͝ coiled his void-touched hands around her neck, her face, her eyes. It suffocates her. “Amir… h-help… me-” An inky black gaze and cursed smile is all she witnesses before her consciousness failed her.

—

The Atomicycles roared in the storm, Amir's feet pounded against the wet roads. Everything was a blur, not even Eleanor’s brain hugs could soothe his terror. “What is it doing to her? I thought… Why today?… P-please…” his words spilled, was it tears, or the rain streaking his face. The others were barely able to keep up with his increased speed. “Am- slo- -wn” Arthur's voice was barely legible, the radio’s signal disrupted by his speed and the storm around him. He couldn't stop, he wouldn't stop. He needed to save her. That thing had her again. “Please don't be too late pleasepleasepleaseplease-” the docks soon came into sight, Amir was way ahead of the others, the Atomicycles still roared in the distance. He prayed to Sol for once, that she wasn't a corpse by the time he arrived.

The fog was thick, frantically searching around, it was quiet, too quiet. The fog suddenly parted a bit in front of him, Ȑ̵̩̂̐̌̇ì̶̛͇̖̘̼̞̈m̷̨͉͇̙͋̔̇͐͑a̶͓͎͓̣̔͝͠͝ revealed itself. Fury boiled in Amir's body. Tasting iron in his mouth he tensed himself for a charge.

“A̸̯̟̽h̷̜̾͗,̸̰̒̓ ̸̗̇ͅa̷̢̿ḧ̶̼͙́͆ ̴̯̅a̸̮̠͋̐h̶̠̏!̶̼̾͋ ̴̙̉̈́Y̷̛̘̭ọ̷̃̇ũ̷͍͓ ̴̻̂c̵͉̙̈a̵͓͎͒̀n̵̞͊̂'̶̫̽ṯ̵́ ̶̰͆͠d̸͖͈͛͘ò̷̘ ̶͚̂̎t̸̢̋ḧ̶̜̣͌a̵͎͌t̷͕͑͐.̴͓̰̍̕.̴̢̯͝.̴̯̽̂”

The fog parted further revealing Kintsugi hooked loosely on an old crane, chained, rocks dangling below her. Waves crashing fiercely below like maws that want to consume every aspect of her.

“Y̵̛̬̱͛͐̀̑͛o̶̧͓̖͔͔̔͐̈́͛u̶̝̘͂͊ ̶̖͑̕ͅḣ̸̠͍̭̕â̸̙̘̞͗̈́̋̊̇ͅṽ̷̜͉̟̳̹̇e̴͎̓ ̴̧̞͎̩͍̀̉͠͠m̸̨̧̛̪̯ŏ̵̤̟͋r̶̗͓͇̺̺͋͜ę̴̤̫̮̠̗̈́ ̷̨̡̱̞͕͔͝͝p̵͚̥̗̫͑̈r̶̭̤̣̬̂̓ë̷̻̺͔̳́s̸̨̢̮̘͉̉͂̆s̷͚͇̳̜̐̃̌̀́ì̵̛̖̠̭̯̽͋̆͝n̵̥̫̝͂͛g̴̜͇̈́͝͠ ̸̺̙̪̓̄͌ͅm̸̡̡̟͑a̷̖͓͇̠̺͋͑̃̅ͅt̷̨̧̛̝̫̙͒̽͠t̸͇͖̟̞̺͑e̷͙̲̍̒r̶̝̺͊s̷̘̤̦͒̃̀͜ ̴̨̙̤̭͛̈́͒͝t̶͓̩̣̋͌͗͋̏̕ȍ̷͓̜̋̾̎ ̵̞̽a̸̢͓̻̳̪̯̓̋́̇̚t̶̛̝̣͗̉͒́́t̵̢̻͈͐̒̚͝ë̴̤́n̴̡͎̘̦͍̑͒́̉̏d̶̙̘͛̑͌ ̴̝̈̄͛̄͂͘t̴̛̼̔̌̆͝o̴̡͇̬̗̮̾̌͒.̶̡̈́͊.̸̛͉̻̊̈́̈́̃̈.̸͍̻͉̟̾̆̀”

Ȑ̵̩̂̐̌̇ì̶̛͇̖̘̼̞̈m̷̨͉͇̙͋̔̇͐͑a̶͓͎͓̣̔͝͠͝ bellowed again, it's wicked smile coiled around its face once more, snapping its fingers. The hook screeched, unlatching, Kintsugi was free falling towards the murky depths.

“H̸̭͉͙͉̍̈́͘͝a̵͚̬̮͒͂͝p̵̼̱̿͜͝͝p̵̥̪͐̇͘ͅy̶̗̯͔̪̏̀ ̸͕̠̋̽̊̓V̷̡̿͐̍̾a̵̧̱͙̍̃ĺ̶̺̮ͅè̴̘̏͊̆ṇ̷̡̞̭̇t̸̮̪͕͍̏͑̔̓i̸͕̋͒̒n̸̬̭̜͆e̴͎͙̳͐̃'̴͉͒̔͑̾s̴̡̬͕̜̍͑ ̴̻̝̓d̶̘̘̒̋̎͝ā̷͓̙̄̎y̶̮̬͚̼̆̄̔͠.̶̙̂́ ̵̦͔̩̿̓͒̕.̵̝͝”

Time slowed around Amir, he charged, not at the Indifference, but the ocean, diving in he saw her faint light sinking fast. He frantically swam down, every muscle in his body screaming, the currents making it seem like he was getting nowhere, air bubbles from her fading image the only thing guiding him further.

—

“Amir, AMIR- DAMNIT! signals dropped…” Arthur and the others quickly leaped off their Atomicycles, Aoi and Eleanor quietly conversed, readying their weapons. “Quincy, go far, covering us from a distance, the last thing we need is all of us to be trapped here with that thing without backup.” Quincy nodded, slight concern crept over his face. “You sure ‘bout this, your maj? Gonn’ have to post pretty far to getta half decent shot.” Arthur nodded. “Those are your orders, Quincy, now go.” Quincy sighed, getting back on his Atomicyle, riding off. “Aoi, make sure the Scaldra aren't making a surprise tour of the place, Eleanor, on me, can you get a read on Amir or Drifter…?” Eleanor's focus tightened, her head throbbed at the Indifferences presence. “I can't see or hear anything from them. The Indifference must be close by… lurking like a predator stalking its prey brother… it's waiting for us…” Arthur shuddered, grasping his Skana tightly, muttering to himself. “Sol damnit…”

The docks were completely coated in fog, the waves crashing against the concrete and metal of the abandoned sailboats. Arthur took a deep breath, the air heavy with some kind of miasma, Eleanor choked, a horrible presence rapidly approaching, like a tiger lunging on its prey, “ARTHUR-” a silver set of claws slashed at his chest throwing him back into some rusted crates, Eleanor hissed as Ȑ̵̩̂̐̌̇ì̶̛͇̖̘̼̞̈m̷̨͉͇̙͋̔̇͐͑a̶͓͎͓̣̔͝͠͝ turned it's attention towards her, black inky eyes meeting her feral purple ones. Sense seemed to have disappeared from her as she viscously growled. “STAY AWAY, DEMON, YOU WEAR HIS FACE BUT I KNOW YOU AREN'T HIM-.” Arthur's stance recovered, quickly launching himself forward with his exalted blade, Ȑ̵̩̂̐̌̇ì̶̛͇̖̘̼̞̈m̷̨͉͇̙͋̔̇͐͑a̶͓͎͓̣̔͝͠͝ mocked them as feral screams and animalistic retaliations coated the fog in miasma and blood.

Ȑ̵̩̂̐̌̇ì̶̛͇̖̘̼̞̈m̷̨͉͇̙͋̔̇͐͑a̶͓͎͓̣̔͝͠͝ bellowed once more, staring down at Arthur and Eleanor's wounded body.

“W̶̧̜͔̬̿ô̴̞̝̤̹̔ǘ̶̜̫̣͑l̶̻̽͝͝d̴̬̪̼̍͊͊ṉ̷͔̽͝'̸̩̣̥̀̈́̉̚t̵͚̐̅̀ ̵͚͒̄́i̶͙̩͇̠̓͑t̷͕́ ̶̞̦̂͘b̸̖́è̴̘͍̙̙̑̒̕ ̶͍̦̺̬̂a̵̼͆̓̈́ ̵̢̀̅̇s̴͖̐͒h̴̨̓̓̀a̸̢͓͔̳͋̽m̴̡͍̊̃̆͠ȩ̸̡̙̟̏͘,̵͓͚̈́́̓ ̵̯̓̓̓͛i̵̧̎̄͝͝f̷̨̰̹̅̆̈́ ̴̪̣̤̅͠ÿ̴͇̩ǫ̴̨̦̉̎̎͝u̷̽̏͘ͅ ̷̝̹͈̔l̶͖̯̏̉͆͘o̸̎̀̽ͅs̷̛̲̹̘͕̄͊t̷̺͈͒ ̷̡͑ŷ̸̬̥̍̑o̵̟̒u̸̝͉̗̞͝r̸͚̲̳̗̓͌̾ ̵̘̿͛̈́͆͜a̴͙͍̹̔́̏̂b̶̰̤̮̒i̷̭̺͒̍͌̌l̵͎͔̹̲̀͗̀î̶͎͉̟̔̅͝t̵̨͇̖͙̄̿̓y̸͖̺͌̃ ̷̫͒t̶̢̮͍̺̾͐o̴̭̜̽̾͌͝ ̴͓͈́̕̚d̸̢͇̦͔̓̉̌͒e̵̱͍͠f̷̡͓͇͂͒̽̕e̶̗̪̊̔̆n̵̗̽ͅd̷̯̥͇̈ ̷̨̡̙͈̾̋ý̸̨̟̄o̴̧̥͑̆̀ủ̴̩̬̏r̵̗̐̌s̷͉̈̈e̸̯͝l̸͕̂́̒v̶̮̥̺̰̑̽ě̷̗̣̠͒s̶̡͚͗?̵͖͂̿̕”

Ȑ̵̩̂̐̌̇ì̶̛͇̖̘̼̞̈m̷̨͉͇̙͋̔̇͐͑a̶͓͎͓̣̔͝͠͝ snapped his ethereal fingers, Eleanor screamed as her body went limp, Arthur forced to kneel, his body no longer able to stand. His voice croaked. They were both bleeding out and their healing factor was gone. Ȑ̵̩̂̐̌̇ì̶̛͇̖̘̼̞̈m̷̨͉͇̙͋̔̇͐͑a̶͓͎͓̣̔͝͠͝’s smile, wicked and all powerful, the demon had their souls poised before it.

“Ḱ̶͜ḭ̸̱͠l̵̺̺̐͝l̵̰̣̆i̸͔͑͠ṇ̵̔g̷͇̃͜ ̶͚͘4̶̹̀ ̵̯͒̏b̵̦́͜i̶̩̕r̷̖͠d̵̛̤s̷͇͇̈́ ̸̠́w̷͇͕̓i̶͍̓̚ṯ̸̝̃h̶̡̗͆̊ ̸̩̺̓ó̵̭̮̽n̷̮̄e̷̝͆ ̶͙̥͝l̴̤̼̈i̸͕͔͑e̸͓̾͒.̴̡͒̊.̴̭̋̒.̶̖͂͗ ̶̼̿C̵̳̖͌̀ọ̷͔͒u̵͈̗̽l̷̛̤̼̑d̷̗̔͝ ̷͚̹̓t̶̹͐̓h̶̗͂̈́i̸̠͘s̸̘̩̾̕ ̸̢͐͌d̴̻͒á̶̧̙̆y̶̹̏͐ ̸͔̿g̴̺̦̍ḙ̸̅̂ṱ̶̱̈́ ̶̩̤̇̎ā̴̤̳̊n̸̩̲͂y̸̝̌ ̷̧̑͐b̴̘̟̕è̷̳̭t̴̞̚t̸͔̏ȩ̸͕̽r̴͎͌͐~̴͓̱͆”

It cooed, mocking, wheezing, the murmur laughed with it, like a horrible comedy becoming so right. It didn't know that a scope had its head in sight.

—

Amir's lungs were already burning, he desperately ignored his need for air, he was so close to her body, he could almost reach the chains, he had to break them with what little strength he had left. “No.” All too familiar voices echoed in his mind. All his horrible emotions, grasped at his nerves. “You can't live with yourself if you let her die” anxiety whispered, he grasped the rusted chains holding her down. “You NEED to BREATHE!!” fear screamed. His muscles burning, attempting to pull the chains apart that were bounding her to the depths. “LOOK AT HER, SHE IS GONE AND ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS DROWN US!?” Anger hissed. This pushed Amir over the edge, snapping the chains with ease.

“Give up. You won't make it to the surface with her…” depression sobbed. He grasped her limp body, clawing the horrible currents upward. He felt his body weakening, not just from a lack of oxygen, yet his energy levels dropped drastically and suddenly. He felt the Void trying to pull him down. “NO” all the voices in his head yelled in unison. “SAVE US SAVE HER SAVE US, SAVE HER.” The surface was visible. Yet his vision dimmed, hallucinations started taking hold. His pace weakened. His fading consciousness glanced down at Kintsugi, her warm body pressed against his chest. The only warmth he felt in this entire ocean. Golden threads appeared around and above him. Spiraling upwards, showing him memories of them. Safe, warm, peaceful, the voices in his head quieted. “just a little further…” Kintsugi's voice soothed his mind. His vision darkens, letting the light of the threads pull him upwards.

—

Quincy poised himself, he was considerably far from the Harbor. An old office building he decided to make a nest in. He sighed, the fog still covering the docks. He positioned his sights towards a miasmic cloud by a crane structure. “fuk… haven't had a shot like tis’ in years… not the good kind either.” he muttered to himself. The miasma parted slightly, revealing the Indifference, hovering over Eleanor and Arthur's body. “Maj?! Why ain't movin’ cuz!?” His scope revealed the Indifference stepping closer, grinning at the now bleeding Arthur. “Fuk, fuk, okay… this shot finna be a nat 20 roll it has to be-” Quincy found himself sweating for the first time in years, if he didn't land this shot they'd be dead down there. “Steady… steady… damit steady-” he felt his heart panic a bit, his sights shaking a bit. “this- … I owe the speedster a lot of apologies.” Quincy took another deep breath, remembering Kintsugi comforting Amir, remembering the breathing exercises she taught him. “I owe him another round of F&F, Maj another beer, Eleanor an apology.” he stabilized his scope on the fading figure of the Indifference. “I owe Aoi 7 favors… Lettie a lot of silence.” He scoped in as far as he could. His shot couldn't be any clearer and yet, it truly was one in a million if he landed it or not. “I owe Drifter…” he poised, and let the shot ring out all around him he witnessed as the bullet blew the head right off the indifference, its skull wispy and sprawling in the air around it, like stained glass and light. “I owe 'em nothing, they's forgiven me, betta be alive is all I want.”

Ȑ̵̩̂̐̌̇ì̶̛͇̖̘̼̞̈m̷̨͉͇̙͋̔̇͐͑a̶͓͎͓̣̔͝͠͝'s body fell flat, the fog and miasma fading, the clouds parting slightly. Aoi rushed up to Arthur and Eleanor breathing labored. Lifting Arthur against a crate and tending to what little wounds remained on Eleanor “I couldn't move at all… what happened to you here!?” Arthur grunted. “mnng, explain later, find Amir and Drifter…” Aoi frowned, “How..?” Eleanor piped up somberly, “They're beneath the waves…” Arthur slumped, Aoi gasped, utilizing her returned strength she'd mold the metal around her. Scanning the waves for any signs of life.

—

Was this some horrible nightmare? Tricks his mind conjured? Just this morning they were binging his favorite season of Warrior Queen Zasta. It all happened so fast, golden light swirled, he felt his arm being pulled. Breaching the ocean's surface, Amir gasped finally, his lungs burning from the water and fresh air clashing, pulling Kintsugi's body up over his shoulders; he struggled to keep both their heads above the surface. The waves crashing over him like wolves pouncing on meek prey, he couldn't see where they were, but one thing’s for certain, the currents pulled them both far from shore. “H-HELP-” another wave stifled his cries for help, he paddled fruitlessly towards some land, the distance was furthered with each kick, with each stroke, he couldn't keep up much longer. He felt sudden jolts, his powers came back. He screamed as he threw a bolt of electricity in the sky, begging for someone to see them. Another wave sent them both beneath the surface, his strength was waning, another bolt casted upwards.

“-mir-” his name echoed in the distance. Was he hallucinating again? “AMIR-” louder now, it sounded like Aoi with no other options he screamed. “OVER HERE- GUUHG.” surfing on a makeshift metal board, Aoi formed a metal rope. “GRAB ON GOT IT!?” she launched the metal rope, Amir reached for it, the metal coated his wrist and solidified, he was being pulled to shore. His exhaustion setting in he whimpered. “Sugi… isn't… breathing.” He croaked out between gasps. “We're almost there, stay with me Amir got it? We still have that fables and frontiers game to play!” her humorous trill encouraged a laugh from him, yet it was weak. He wasn't worried about that right now.

It felt like an eternity, but they arrived back on shore. Aoi gently let Amir down, his knees unable to lift himself, he softly placed Kintsugi on the cold concrete. Her face was ice cold, her body completely still, no breathing, Arthur and Eleanor recovered most wounds they endured all they could do was circle Amir and a lifeless Drifter.. “H-Hey Sugarcube… p-please wake up…” Amir's voice trembled, tears pricking his face. He'd caress her cheek gently. Nothing. “N-no… please…” he pulled her close to his chest, begging her to breathe, nothing. “I… I can't… lose you…” he started rocking slightly, hot tears drenching his face. “Amir… there's… nothing we can do now…” Arthur sounded like he was going to cry himself. It wasn't the first time yet, it's been a while. “I.. I can't accept this, no. I WON'T-” His sudden electric lashings startled the group. Eleanor patted her brother’s shoulder and they'd back off. Aoi kneeled beside Amir, he'd shove his face on Kintsugi's chest, sobbing, turning into wailing, and then suddenly, silence. He noticed her hand twitch from his electricity. “I… can save her-” a somber croak.

Amir shifts his body, lying her flat on the ground, rubbing his hands together rapidly. Placing his hands on her chest he’d huff.

-ZZZAAP-

her body recoiled harshly, before going limp again. He'd witness her legs twitching.

“...Again.”

-ZZZZZAAAAP-

a little longer this time, her body violently reacting, limp again. He could have sworn he saw her arms move.

“AMIR WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Arthur screamed trying to reason with Amir. He'd rush over, yet Aoi gasped his arm and shook her head.

-ZZZZZZAAAAAPPP-

Nothing, her chest was… burning. It was time to stop now. “I… I'm…. Sorry….” He gently caresses her body, coiling her in an embrace.

“W-we were just enjoying Warrior Queen Zasta th-this morning…” he pressed his forehead against hers, his heart heavy with grief and sorrow. “I couldn't s-save you in time, why did it all have to go wrong?… i-” a hand cupped his cheek, his eyes shot open, meeting Kintsugi's gaze. “...i'm right here my love…” tears were streaming down her cheeks. Amir wailed in relief, pressing his head into the crook of her neck aggressively, her embrace wrapping around his soggy head. “I'm here. I'm right here. Shhh….” The storm let up above, golden sun rays peeking through the clouds.

—

The group arrived back home. Lettie immediately demanded what took them so long. One look at Amir and Kintsugi told her everything. “Xipe Totec and a dance with La Flaca…” she'd tend to Arthur's wounds as Quincy, Aoi and Eleanor discussed what happened. “Amir…” Kintsugi limped towards him, tugging him towards the backroom. “Rest..?” Amir nodded somberly. The mall fell silent unfortunately Valentine's day ended in dread and sorrow.

The backroom was quiet, Amir and Kintsugi unclothed, cradled in each other's embrace, neither wanting to let go of each other in fear they'd be taken again. “Rima was… terrifying.” Amir finally broke the silence. “It… laughed at me, before I dove in the ocean…” Kintsugi shuddered. “I'm not sure what it did to me… but it was incredibly painful-” Amir tightened his grasp. “I won't let Rima ever, EVER touch you again.” A small whimper left Kintsugi. “Oh- are you okay!? where does it hurt!?” Amir's posture immediately jolted when he traced the scars around her chest. He immediately knew why she was hurting… “fuck… that's… that's really bad, god I'm so sorry…” she frantically shook her head, cupping both his cheeks, kissing him. “No… you saved me, they're just a bit tender, I'll heal, love.” Another moment of silence filled the room. They shifted themselves again under the covers this time, exhaustion finally settling in. “I'm scared.” Kintsugi whispered. Amir held her face close to his, a soft kiss planted on her lips, his gaze met with hers. “I am too, but... we can fight this... together.” she'd relax in his embrace, their breathing synchronizing, golden threads danced above their minds, falling asleep peacefully.

[spahhzy]

A sunny dragon comes to town~

Yang: Jaune, my man!

Yang grabs Jaune into a headlock, much to Jaune's dismay.

Jaune: Hello, Yang how was your trip?

Yang: Not bad. Mom teleported me roughly past Mt. Glenn, the drive to Vale was nice on Bumblebee.

Yang let go of Jaune before looking around.

Yang: Annnd, where is the miniscule mute?

A muffin hit Yang on the head.

Yang: Ah, there you are, shrimps!

Yang said, walking over to the sitting Neo, who was trying to act like she was doing something important, but Yang just picked her up and gave her a big hug before bonking Neo on the head.

Neo: Ow! What the fuck you big boobed bitch!

Yang: That's for tossing a muffin at me.

Neo: Next time, it will be a pie with knives in it!

Yang: Clown tactics, now we just need you to play the part.

Neo just gave her the finger before giving a smirk and hugging Yang.

Yang: Funny, I also thought Jaune would have knocked you up by now.

This caused Jaune to blush and sputter, while Neo blushed as well before shattering away in embarrassment.

Roman: Ah, is that the wonderful sound of a soul being embarrassed I hear?

Yang: Rome!

Yang ran up to the man and embraced him in a hug.

Roman: Jeeez what kind of training has your mother been putting you through?

Yang: Ah, you know tribal stuff. She also said for me to tell you that she expects a visit from you, to chat and catch up as she puts it.

Roman: Once this little heist of ours is complete, that will be the first thing I do.

Yang: Right, so infiltrating Beacon, huh?

Roman: It's ingenious! Plus, I knew your mom would love it if we could stick it to Ozpin again.

Yang: You said you got everyone fake transcripts right?

Roman: Everyone excluding you, I figured a bit of 'legitimacy' would do us well, sides you were going to attend Beacon anyways right?

Yang: Yeah, that was the plan, even though mom is totally against it.

Roman: I don't blame her, but if things go perfect, we'll steal whatever it is he's hiding, gloat before selling it too, whoever is willing to meet our price!

Yang: It sounds good in practice, Rome...

Roman: Have faith! With Neo, Jaune, and You, this plan will be foolproof!

Jaune had already excused himself to let the two catch up as he went to find Neo. He caught her back in her room as she was looking at an old photo.

It was Him, her, Roman, and Yang with another Woman, she looked like a carbon copy of Yang but had black hair and red eyes.

It read: 'Thick as thieves'.

Jaune: Penny for you thoughts?

Neo: Just a penny?

Jaune walked up behind her before giving her a hug, Neo leaned in and enjoyed the warmth.

Jaune: C'mon spill it...

Neo: Just...nervous.

Jaune: You? The Neopolitan, nervous...I thought such a word didn't exist in your vocabulary.

Neo: kiss ass.

Jaune: Heh.

Jaune sighed as he rested his head onto of her head.

Jaune: I'm nervous too, a lot that can go wrong... but I will do my best to ensure that you and Roman will be okay.

Neo: Hey, don't sell yourself short. Without you, our trio ain't nothing, we need you...I need you dummy.

Jaune: Awww, Neo all sentimental, I need a camera.

Neo smirked before suddenly Jaune was sprawled out on the bed with Neo strattling him, a hazy look in her eyes.

Jaune:Heh, I'm in danger.

[heyyallitsbeth]

Ghost of You

The sun beamed down on the two lovers resting on a giant mushroom top in Alfheim Online. They had been working on clearing a bunch of side quests with their party that day. But to one of the two, it felt off. His movements were sluggish, his body disconnected from the avatar it resided in. To most, it would seem normal, his movements still had the disciplined form of someone who had spent his life training in combat, despite him giving up the sword in the real world long ago. But to his partner, both in combat and in soul, she could tell he was struggling. 

“Kirito, are you feeling alright?” The autumn-haired girl stoked the dark hair of the noir boy who laid his head on her stomach.

“Hmm? Yeah everything’s fine Asu, why?” While his demeanor was calm, she could tell there was something eating him up inside.

“Honey, I’m your wife, and your partner too. If there’s anything troubling you, I’ll be right by your side to fight it with you.” The raven haired spriggan closed his eyes and weakly smiled. He knew that Asuna was his true other half, a partner in life and in love, but he was worried about something that might tear them apart.

“Asuna… I need to convert my account over again. I might be gone for a bit, so if you could… While I’m gone, please give Yui and Strea twice the amount of love as normal.” He thought of his daughters, and hated the thought of needing to leave them behind for any time, but he knew there was something he had to face alone.

“Of course honey, but call them every night at least okay?”

“Heh, been doing that since we escaped SAO. I can promise that won’t change one bit.” But some other things might.” He left the thought to himself, he wasn’t ready to commit to any real change, but he needed to see the truth for himself.

“Do you need me to look after Excalibur for you? You lost most of your items the last time you converted over…”

“Haha, nah that’s not an issue. Sinon's already got that covered, after all, it’s her sword, she just knighted me with it.” He laughed seeing the flustered face of his wife, even though their situation was more open and fluid than most, she still got a little jealous of the girl’s hanging off of him, especially the teal sniper who taunted the two of them the most. “And if she converts, it should default to Yui now since she’s taken my inventory any other time I convert.”

“Alright, we should get back to the others to continue the quests now, good chance for you to say bye before you log off for a while anyway.”

“Of course. Dontcha go marryin someone else without my permission first~”

“H-hey!”

“Oh come on, I’ve seen how Liz stares at ya Asu. I’m sure she’ll take great~ care of you while I’m gone~” He giggled, imagining the sight of his wife and Liz locked in an embrace together.

“Even if she does, you’ll still always be my beloved partner, promise~”

“Heh. Didn’t take much convincing- you’re so cute.”

The spriggan rested on the undine, never wanting to leave her. But today, he needed to face his fears. Alone. A mission for the solo player. 

…

A year prior, an event stuck itself to Kirito’s brain like a parasyte. He could never fully escape the thought of it. He had logged into Gun Gale Online in order to investigate the DeathGun case. Due to the gacha system that determined avatars in the game, Kirito had awoken to the sight of his hair in his face. Long streaks of grey locks adorned him, framing his soft face. Staring at his reflection in the windows of nearby shops in the dark brutalist environment, he noticed things in himself he was afraid of. His figure was soft and feminine, far from the typical soldier of this world. It was not too dissimilar to his real life appearance, but the pronounced hips and narrow shoulders made him shift in place uncomfortably. He stared at his visage, noting he looked as if he was Sugu’s big sister instead of her big brother. He slowly met his own gaze. His eyes had always been a dark grey, something his adoring sister always teased him for, calling him a zombie with the dead gaze that adorned him. But that day he saw something different in them, where a blank glaze once covered his view, there were now highlights visible for the first time, and a deep purple hue that left him breathless. He grasped at his chest over his heart and was hit with a deep pain, and an even deeper longing. But he had to move forward, he had a mission.

A week ago Kazuto had been out with his sister Suguha, though they were only related tangentially as cousins. That became something Kazuto had become fixated on, as throughout their day out, multiple people had stopped them, asking if they were twin sisters. Kazuto didn’t look his age due to his years in Sword Art Online, his body permanently stunted by his inability to move for so long. But he was really wondering if he truly looked that similar to Suguha because of it. He recalled that as he was young, they were confused for twin girls all the time, but they were younger then… It made sense right? Kazuto stole an old skirt from Suguha’s closet one day as she was out practicing kendo. She hadn’t worn it in years, he figured she wouldn’t notice if it were gone… He slipped it on and stared himself in the mirror that spanned the back of his bedroom door. Despite the clear difference in their “endowment” Kazuto had seen as bright as day the connection. Even if his chest wasn’t voluptuous, even if his hips weren’t as pronounced, he saw the obvious connections between him and his sister. His face was soft and round like hers. And in the center of it all, he saw it again, his dead eyes replaced with the loving purple gaze he’d seen back in Gun Gale. He threw off the skirt in a fit of anger at himself. He stashed it beneath his bed, he didn’t wanna look at it. But… his heart longed for something regardless.

Today, as Kirito logged out of Alfheim Online, he converted his account over to Gun Gale Online once more. He needed to spend more time there… She needed to see herself again. 

…

A dark raven was prone atop a clocktower, aiming down at the streets below. Through the scope of their Hecate sniper rifle, they could nearly see the stubble on the men in the party stories below them.

BANG!

A single clean shot had decimated two of the party members.

“I’ve gotten good with this thing… heh.” The shadowy figure smiled to themselves as they lined up another shot. “Maybe now I can give her that duel I promised…”

BANG!

A full party wiped in such a short amount of shots. Too easy. The slender gargoyle on the roof brushed their long locks behind them, the deep grey shimmered with silver highlights despite the soot and ash coating it. Suddenly, they heard someone ascending the wall in front of them. They prepped their shot, but they were caught off guard by a blur of seafoam green, before their eyes met a familiar smiling face in their scope.

“Hey Sinon, come here often?” A playful taunt escaped their lips.

“Yes actually, I do believe you’re in my spot after all Kirito.” She giggled, a sight Kirito had grown to love as Sinon had opened up more and more. “I’m surprised you’re using a real weapon instead of wildly flailing your photon sword about.”

“Oh you just miss seeing me with my sword in my hands dontcha?” Sinon blushed and angrily pouted, another adorable sight. “Well, my lovely partner here in GGO taught me so much, I figured I’d honor her by using the same weapon as I practiced. I need to give ya a good duel sometime after all.~”

As he grew closer to each of his friends, the one-sided teasing evolved into a playful banter between them, learning how to push each and every one of their buttons.

“So that’s why you left ALO huh? Trying to get a headstart on training for our next B.O.B. huh?”

“I think you’ve got years ahead of me Sinonon~ One week away won’t save me. But truthfully that’s not the full reason.” Their eyes shifted away from Sinon, and towards the floor before smirking and shaking the thought away.

“I’d hope so, it’d be such a shame if my Star-Crossed Soldier was training without me~” She playfully pouted at Kirito.

Ever since the last B.O.B. ended, article after article dubbed the two winners as the Star-Crossed Soldiers, after Kirito’s embrace with Sinon in the trials, their close encounters in the cave and Sinon’s literal fiery embrace at the end to claim their tied victory. Liz had given Kirito an earful before the articles came out with how close he’d been to Sinon, but after the nickname appeared online, Kirito became convinced Liz and Asuna would actually kill him. Up until Asuna proposed the poly arrangement at least.

“Jeez, don’t let Asu hear you callin’ me that, otherwise I won’t be the only one getting pierced by her rapier.”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not lookin’ to get inbetween ya- in that way at least~” The look she gave Kirito with that comment seemed to literally take health off the poor player.

“Anyways, why’re you here if not to train to win over me?”

“...” Kirito shifted his look away from her, and with that motion he accidentally revealed the accessories adorning his hair. Sinon snickered.

“Ah, I see you’re just here to play dress up huh?” Her eyes wandered and looked over the rest of the boy. He still had his trademark carbon fiber cloak, but now his outfit beneath was…

“Kirito… is that my outfit in black and silver?”

The noirette blushed a vibrant crimson, and smiled.

“I think there’s someone you need to meet Shino.” The girl was surprised by Kirito’s use of her real name ingame. He typically tried to refer them as their avatar’s name. This was deeper, this was personal to her. 

Shino grabbed the hands of the shadow before her and looked into it’s eyes.

“I think I know who you mean.” She smiled with pride as they drew closer. “What’s your name? Who is my partner in this world?”

The eyes of purple and blue had met, a synthetic gaze between them escalated into a whirlwind. In a moment, they were back in that cave again, holding eachother close, the heat of their bodies pressed against eachother.

“In this world… And all others… My name is Kiriko.”

With those words, Sinon saw Kiriko revert back to how she saw her initially. Another girl, just like her.

They spent the next week training for the upcoming B.O.B. ingame, and shopping for Kiriko in the real world. The night of the battle, Kiriko had stayed at Shino’s apartment, so they could celebrate their victory.

…

A flurry of gunshots was silenced by the cruel end of a photon sword. Despite her training with a sniper, Kiriko decided to return to the classics for most of the match. Her and Sinon made for a perfect duo as front line and supporting fire. Her favorite moment had been when Sinon and her had been cornered, with Sinon facing her while she had her back to two enemies. Sinon fired at Kiriko, and she split the bullet just like in their trial duel, with the two pieces finding their home in the skulls of their attackers. It was a game now, just for fun, and they wanted to perform.

“I suppose that is the last of them huh?”

“Suppose so.”

The two stood against the other, scratched, bruised, covered in virtual blood of both their own, and of others. And now with all cameras on them. 

“You ready to give the girls at home a show Kiriko?”

They smiled devilishly at each other.

“Always.”

In a swift movement, Kiriko removed her heavy black cloak, revealing the matching outfit with Sinon’s own. It was practically bikini armor, except for soldiers instead of for knights, despite Sinon’s insistence it wasn’t. Sinon revealed a photon sword of her own, and as the cloak hit the dusty ground behind Kiriko, both lept towards eachother with fire in their eyes. The clash of purple and green blades sent small debris around them flying, each strike was more powerful than the last. But it was less of a duel, and more of a dance. Every movement, despite the power, was elegant, with perfect footwork and seamless motion. They circled eachother, blade against blade. With every strike forward, the other responded with a dodge and their own strike. Neither had grazed the other, only their sword’s connecting the two. The chorus of slashes against slashes sent both blade’s flying, as Kiriko caught Sinon’s and Sinon caught Kiriko’s, and they continued their masquerade. They drew closer and closer together, despite the blade’s repelling eachother, their bodies had called to eachother. In a flash both lights extinguished, and the two embraced. They smiled at eachother, aware of the camera right beside their faces. They closed their eyes and their lips clashed against eachother. Love blooming on the battlefield. Sinon pressed Kiriko’s blade against her back, and ignited it, impaling the two of them together, as they tied another B.O.B.

…

The pair awoke from their brawl back in the real world. Both had imprints on their faces from where their Amusphere’s had sat on them. They giggled to eachother as they traced the marks, holding eachother’s faces. 

“I’m glad you got Asu’s approval before all that, I know that Liz’ll still tear both of us apart though” Sinon snicked, imagining the pink leprechaun’s stunned face watching their dance.

“Hehe, yeahhhhh. Just because me and Asuna are poly doesn’t mean the jealousy’ll ever just up and leave. Liz is probably upset that I managed to steal both Asuna and you for myself.” 

“Oh I think she’ll be more jealous of me, after all, I was the first one with the new girl in the group.” She laughed at the thought, knowing all of the girls’ not-so-subtle-crushes. 

“Oh yeah, speaking of, I guess tonight they all get to meet Kiriko at the party in ALO huh?”

“As long as you’re not nervous, and I’ll be there supporting you always.”

“With you by my side, I’ll always be ready. Let’s hop over and meet them.”

An evil grin reached Shino’s lips.

“Welllllll you and I both need to transfer our accounts back over, so you should set that up real quick.”

“Right, right of course. Better not keep them waiting-”

Kiriko turned away from Shino to her laptop, starting the slow transfer of their accounts. With her attention away, Shino slipped out of her top and pajama bottoms, and waited for Kiriko’s full undivided attention.

“Alright we should be good in around twenty minu- HUH!”

Kiriko’s face was lit ablaze by the sight of the scantily clad girl infront of her.

“Hehehe, whatcha waitin for? I know we got the cash prize, but it’s time for our real~ reward now.”

She unbuckled the back of her bra and let the garment slip down, exposing her modest, but perky chest with a light bounce.

“We won’t keep them waiting long- but I already told Asuna- I get first dibs tonight- which means I get first ever dibs on Kiriko~”

She pounced on Kiriko, pinning her to the bed. 

They showed up in Alfheim, an hour later than everyone expected.

…

Sinon entered the main living space of the home their party had shared. Luckily everyone was enjoying themselves already, but she still stammered out an apology for being so late. 

“Jeez, is Kirito not coming?” Liz said in a huff. “I suppose he just doesn’t wanna show after that little stunt you two pulled.”

Sinon blushed heavily, knowing that stunt was far from the worst thing they’d done. Asuna crept behind Sinon and pulled her in, kissing her on the cheek.

“Mwah~ That’s for stealing away my poor innocent Kirito~” She playfully toyed with the cat, happy with the new arrangement they’d found. But the cat’s face lit up, imagining how there was no innocence left in either of their bodies laying beside eachother in the real world. She shook the thought away.

“Hehe, just borrowing her~ she’s yours again tonight”

The party went silent

“HER?!”

As if on queue, a new cait sith appeared from the door. She was adorned with a black cloak and risque armor set. Her signature long grey hair fell down her back, looking just like Kirito in GGO. And she could barely look up at the party as she announced “H-hey everyone. My name’s Kiriko…”

Before anyone had the chance to say anything, Asuna, Yui and Strea all embraced the girl.

“Yayyyyy I get two mommies now!” Yui cheered

“Ah well that explains the armor choices…” Leafa sputtered out.

“We leave Sinon alone with Kiriko for a week and she comes back a girl… Yeah that tracks actually.” Liz was practically beaming.

“I was wondering about Kiriko’s choice of attire in GGO… But now I can’t wait to see her choices in here~” Philia dreamed of all the different event cosmetics and rare treasures Kiriko could now be adorned in.

Silica and Argo were hovering around the new cait sith in their presence. 

“So was I the only one who suspected Kii-gal was a girl?”

“Maybe! But now I get an adoptive big sister!” 

“Hey! Kiriko’s my actual big sister!”

“We can share!”

The crowd started talking inbetween themselves, talking about all the fun things they can do now that Kiriko’s a girl, and Asuna took this as an opportunity to pull her to the side.

“So this was what you were worried about earlier huh?”

“I was worried that you’d leave when you found out what I’d been going through… I’m glad I can still be yours.”

“Oh honey… I love you, husband, wife, partner, I didn’t fall in love with a boy, I fell in love with you. The hero who saved us from Aincrad, and the caring parent to our kids. This is just a new side of you I get to love, and I’m going to love every second of learning about you Kiriko. Now ummm. After the party can I head over? It’s been a bit since we um.”

“Heh- about that… If you wanna head over, you’ll have to ask Shino if she’s okay with you staying…”

“Sh-Shino? Are you diving from her apartment?”

“Hahaha, well, she did call first dibs…”

Asuna laughed and pulled Kiriko into a kiss. She was glad that Kiriko was still hers, even if she was being shared between a few others. Since for the both of them, regardless of all the others they would come to love, they were still that happy couple from back in Aincrad, soulmates from then, to forever.