#his number is 626

[the-banana-0verlord]

Fun fact: thr stitch event is probably going to run during stitch day, which is on the 26

[mywritersmind]

TATTOOED ON MY BODY - LN4

summary : Lando Norris doesn’t have many opinions when it comes to tattoos, but as soon as he sees his girl with a very supportive one, he’s all for it.

listen up : based on haley scott’s tattoo in one tree hill😚 suggestive content! lando norris likes ass. i’m a genius for this one. tbh since i don’t write smut, someone should just continue this and tag me.

words : 626

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“My love.” he practically melts into me, his hands instinctively going to my waist as his face gets buried in my chest.

I’m sitting in his driver's room as he leans against me in between my legs. His suit is unzipped and his hair is messy but he’s never looked happier.

He’s sweaty and soaked in champagne but I don’t care. He won. He fucking won the last race, his fourth win, as well as the constructors with his team.

“I’m so proud of you, Lan.” I bring my hand to his chin, tilting his face up to me to kiss him. He’s still smiling when I pull away and the air switches between us. I bite my lip, “I have a surprise for you…”

“Oh?” He rests his hands on either side of me. He hasn’t seen me in a couple of days, which I may or may not have strategically planned.

I nod slowly, pushing him back, “I got you something.”

“Yeah?” He’s smirking now, taking a couple steps back as his eyes rake up and down my body. “What kinda something?”

“Not exactly physical…” His brow raises at this, “But I think you’ll like it.” His head knocks the cabinets, nodding at me to go on.

I take a breath and turn around, maybe dragging it out a bit when I hear his breathing spike. I move my hair over my shoulder, looking back at him just to see his eyes glued on my ass.

I can’t help but smile, teasingly pulling up my shirt that goes past my belt. I know the second he sees it because he makes a sort of strained choking sound.

“So… you like it?” I look over my shoulder, tucking my shirt into my bra and watching his gaze being directed at the small of my back and most importantly, the ink on it.

In a daze, He hooks his fingers on my belt loops, pulling me closer and leaning down, “Do I- Fuck is that even a question?” His fingers drifting over the tattoo sends a shiver up my spine, “I’ve never been more turned on.”

I laugh as he spins me around and kisses me, it's rougher this time, his hands are more grabby and possessive. “I’m glad you like it.”

He kisses me again, “Like in an understatement.” He kisses me again, “I love you.” I giggle as he spins me back around and all but bends me over to get a better look.

“Lando!” His hand is grabbing my ass now.

“Shh, love. Let me enjoy my girlfriend’s ass that’s marked as mine.” He kisses the back of my neck, tugging at my hair as I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning.

“With all the hickies you leave on me, I'm always marked!” I turn around and slip my hands into his hair. I love his curls, even if they’re wet and falling into his face. “This is just more prominent, even if it is a bit hidden.”

His lips are on me once again, but he’s soft now, “I never thought you could get any hotter… Yet here we are.”

I smile, tugging at his shirt and standing on my tippy toes to face him, “I’m a woman of many surprises, Lan.”

He shakes his head, his green eyes so crystal clear while looking at me, “Let's go, I need a shower and a better look at this number on you…” His hair encloses over mine just as his lips meet my cheek.

I know he watches my ass as I leave. It's an even better feeling knowing that he’s staring at the same number his car is branded with.

[whencyclopedia]

Wu Zetian

Empress Wu Zetian (Empress Consort Wu, Wu Hou, Wu Mei Niang, Mei-Niang, and Wu Zhao, l. 624-705 CE, r. 690-704 CE) was the only female emperor of Imperial China. She reigned during the Tang Dynasty (618-907 CE) and was one of the most effective and controversial monarchs in China's history.

She began her life at court as a concubine of the emperor Taizong. After his death, she married his son, Gaozong (r. 649-683 CE) and became empress consort but actually was the power behind the emperor. When Gaozong died in 683 CE, Wu took control of the government as empress dowager, placing two of her sons on the throne and removing them almost as quickly. She was the power behind the throne from Gaozong's death in 683 CE until she proclaimed herself openly in 690 CE and ruled as emperor of China until a year before her death in 705 CE, at the age of 81.

Early Life

Wu Zetian was born in Wenshi County, Shanxi Province, in 624 CE to a wealthy family. She was the daughter of Wu Shihuo, a chancellor of the Tang Dynasty. Unlike most young girls in China at this time, Wu was encouraged by her father to read and write and develop the intellectual skills which were traditionally reserved for males. Wu also learned to play music, write poetry, and speak well in public.

She was very beautiful and was selected by emperor Taizong (r. 626 - 649 CE) as one of his concubines when she was 14 years old. It was Taizong who called her 'Mei-Niang' meaning 'beautiful girl' (one of the names commonly, and wrongly, attributed to her as her birth name). Although the function of the concubine in China is almost always associated with sex, a woman in this position could have a number of non-sexual responsibilities, from daily tasks like taking care of the laundry to more specialized skills like conversation, poetry reading, and playing music.

Wu began her life at court taking care of the royal laundry but one day dared to speak to the emperor when they were alone and talked about Chinese history. Taizong was surprised that his latest concubine could read and write and became fascinated by her beauty and wit in conversation. Taizong was so impressed at her intellectual abilities, he took her out of the laundry and made her his secretary. In her new position, she was constantly involved in affairs of state at the highest level and must have performed her duties well because she became a favorite of Taizong.

She attracted the attention of many of the young men at court and one of these was the Prince Li Zhi, son of Taizong, who would become the next emperor, Gaozong. Wu began an affair with Li Zhi, who was married at the time, while still attached to Taizong as concubine. Li Zhi was deeply in love with Wu but could not do anything about it because she belonged to his father and, besides, he was already married.

When Taizong died, Wu and his other concubines had their heads shaved and were sent to Ganye Temple to begin their lives as nuns. This was a common practice after the death of the emperor. The emperor's concubines could not be passed on to be used by others but were forced to end their time at court and start a new life of chastity in a religious order. However, when Li Zhi became emperor and took the name Gaozong, one of the first things he did was send for Wu and have her brought back to court as the first of his concubines, even though he had others and also a wife.

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hhey it's your dog peachypuppypawz. smut prompts 3: numbers 7 and 11 for clay. you agree. ✍️

Me when partner in my inbox :))))))))) @peachypuppypawz

My first time posting my smut online please be niceys to me <3

Word Count: 626

Clay Puppington

Prompts: "finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc) "

"Quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials "

Clay huffs out a shaky, heavy breath as he leads you into his office. The room is dark and empty, having been abandoned for the evening in favor of the festivities going on just beyond the doors. Clay is already unbuckling his belt, closing and locking the door behind himself as he begins loosening the garment. His eyes float over your body as he approaches you, guiding you into resting your palms on his mayoral desk. He mutters a demand to you, too aroused and pent up in the moment to be tactful in his wording.

“Pants…down.” You make quick work of following his directions; Unbuttoning, unzipping, and sliding your pants down before leaning yourself forward on his desk once again. As you do obey his request, Clay begins shimmying his pants down. Not too far down, just enough that he can slide his quickly hardening length out from beneath his boxers. As soon as your pants are down, he presses himself against you. You can feel him shaking with poorly concealed restraint as he slowly teases you with the head of his cock, one of his hands reaching forward and sliding your underwear to the side and out of the way. You shiver in anticipation at his motions. Clay presses the tip of his cock directly against your pussy, beginning to grind and hump himself against you as his hands travel back to your hips.. 

A whine slips past your lips at his motions, the sound sending a chill down Clay’s spine. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he presses himself into your moist, inviting cunt. He lets out a choked moan, unable to hold back his pleasure at the feeling of bottoming out into you. Clay groans as he starts thrusting himself in and out of your hole. 

“Oh god….oh fuck.” He completely loses his hold on his volume, as you start mewling in pleasure beneath him. His fingers dig into your hips, pulling your ass back into him as he lets out deep guttural groans. Clay leans forward as he continues snapping his hips, leaning his chest against your back as you both chase your mutual highs.

Your hands grasp at the edge of his desk in front of you, moaning out loud the feeling of him filling you. You can feel his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you, causing you to let loose even more sweet sounds. “C-Clay…oh fuck.” Something about the sound of his name on your lips… Clay lets out another groan, one hand remaining on your hip the other tangling itself into your hair. He pulls your hair back, continuing his thrusting as he groans into your ear.

“Say….Say that again.” Clay huffs into your ear. Your pussy clenches around his cock at his fingers grasping at your hair, groaning out his name again. “C…Clay… Ahnn… I’m….I’m close.” Spurred on by your pleased sounds, tugging at your hair again and hissing praises in your ear. “That…that’s a good girl. Go ahead…” At the feeling of his hand in your hair, combined with the hissed out praises you can feel your world crash around you as your pussy starts clenching rapidly around his cock. You cum around his cock as he continues shoving you full of it, letting out one final guttural groan as he fills you with his seed. He rests his chest on your back, leaning on you as you both catch your breath. 

No sounds other than huffing breaths and quiet echoed chatter from the festivities outside the office can be heard. After a few moments of comfortable silence, Clay sits up again, tone shockingly tender as he addresses you. “We should probably… get cleaned up, get back out there…”

[ts1m1kas]

Original Ask: trent sickfic where he takes care of you pls pls pls pls plsssss (anonymous)

Word Count: 626 words

(author's note: little fluffy trent fic for my loves !! i hope you enjoy it and thank you for the request anon 🩷)

Trent had woken up for training with good intentions. He had actually opened his eyes for his alarm instead of simply snoozing it, but his head was pounding. He pulled himself to sit up, and his vision faltered. His nose was blocked, and his throat felt like sandpaper. 

After shooting a quick text to his coach, informing him that he wouldn’t be at training, he dialled the number of his girlfriend. The phone rang out a couple of times before he heard the quiet voice of his girlfriend crackle through the speaker.

"Baby? Is everything alright?" she said, her voice laced with concern.

“Yes love, everything's fine. I just don’t feel well, and I was wondering if you could come home?” He managed to croak out.

“I’ll see what I can do, lovie.”

Y/N walked through her office complex and knocked the door to her bosses’ office. When she heard her the sound of her boss telling her to come in, she moved her hand to the doorknob and let herself in.

“Hello Y/N, what can I help you with?” Her boss inquired, looking up from her computer.

“Hi Melanie, I’m really sorry to ask you this on such short notice, but Trent doesn’t feel well, and he needs me to go home and look after him. Would that be alright with you?"

“Of course honey, take as long as you need off. I hope Trent feels better soon!”

Y/N thanked her boss and collected her things. Shooting a quick text to her boyfriend, telling him she wouldn’t be long, she got into her car and began the short drive home.

Trent felt awful. Not long after he had rang his girlfriend asking if she could come home, he had ended up in the bathroom, hunched over the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach. He was desperate for Y/N to get home and help him feel better.

Unlocking the door and placing her bags on the floor, Y/N jogged upstairs to where she found Trent knelt on their bathroom floor.

“Oh my goodness, you poor thing” Y/N cooed at her boyfriend, who was looking up at her, “I’ll go get you some medicine hang on.”

Trent nodded at her weakly, she ventured back downstairs, grabbed the painkillers and a bottle of water and went back up to her boyfriend. Y/N handed the tablets to Trent and opened the water for him. She dampened a flannel and placed it on his forehead to try and soothe his burning fever.

“Would you like me to run you a bath, sweetheart?” she asked as she held the cloth to his forehead.

Trent nodded and moved his own hand up to hold onto the cold material of the flannel. Y/N moved over to the faucet of their bathtub and began to fill it. She poured in some lavender bubble bath and left the bathroom to grab some candles to light. 

Y/N then helped Trent out of his clothes and held his hand as he stepped into the calm embrace of the warm water.

She grabbed his shampoo and poured a small amount into her palm. Y/N then began to gently massage it into Trent’s scalp, who let out a hum of appreciation.

Once he was all washed and clean, he got out, and Y/N grabbed him a fresh pair of pyjamas. Trent got dressed and pulled Y/N into bed with him.

“Get some sleep, and then I’ll make you some soup baby”, Y/N told him while playing with his curls gently.

“Thank you for looking after me my love” Trent murmured quietly.

“I’ll always look after you, lovie.” She whispered softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

[a-bad-case-of-the-stephs]

Tim Drake has had a number of notably horrible Christmas’s and/or holiday seasons. Without further ado:

Ranking Tim Drake’s Three Horrible Christmases:

3. Slayride

In this fun holiday romp, the Joker forces Tim Drake to watch him run over and kill random civilians while Tim is tied up in the passenger seat with Christmas lights and drugged!

Tim has to use the corpse of the woman stuffed in the back of the car as a shield while mid-battle with the Joker.

Tim survives, but it’s close and the Joker escapes. Batman does tell Tim he’s proud of him, so this is probably an actually pretty solid Christmas for Tim.

Detective #626

Really, really sucky, but could be a LOT worse 6/10

2. The Knightfall Before Christmas…

Robin #3 (1993)

This is in the middle of Knightfall, so the lead up to the holiday season has Tim stuck with Azrael who canonically did not know what Christmas was at the time, and who was also actively losing his mind.

As Christmas draws near, Tim is literally closed off from the batcave with a brick wall, his dad is kidnapped somewhere by an unknown group for an unknown reason (For the second time), Batman and Alfred are out of the country trying to save him, Jean-Paul Valley is insane and roaming the streets as Batman, and Tim’s girlfriend is pissed at him because he’s inattentive.

Robin #3 (1993)

He spends his break for the holiday season patrolling alone, and spends one lovely holiday night locked in a metal box under several feet of solid concrete with the Cluemaster.

3/10 pretty sucky Christmas

1. Home Alone and also with the Joker

Tims first Christmas as Robin!!

Also his first Christmas after his moms murder!

Also his dad is in a coma!

Also Batmans in another country and all communication with him has been unexpectedly cut off!

Also the Joker just escaped Arkham and now is tormenting the city!

Tim literally has to do the plot of Home Alone, and convince the Joker that Batman is in Gotham to keep him from “going ballistic”

He ends up with the fate of Gotham resting on his shoulders and having to 1v1 outwit and fight the Joker, nearly dying multiple times

Robin: Jokers Wild (1991)

Undoubtably his worst Christmas 1/10

Overall, Tim Drake has had quite a number of terrible horrible holiday seasons. I believe that his right eye probably starts twitching whenever he hears Christmas music.

[takenbypeter]

The Way Your Hand Fits In Mine

Hank McCoy x reader

Words: 626

Number 2: “I like the way your hand fits in mine."

It wasn’t a big deal, it wasn’t major or anything like that. All it was really was just a simple observation.

Hank never held your hand first.

Now this may sound ridiculous but like mentioned it was just something you observed. You first noticed this fact around the beginning months of your relationship. You were the one to constantly initiate this form of touch which was no big deal. It was still early on and you could easily dismiss the thought by the excuse of; maybe he’s not used to that or doesn’t prefer it. But now, with it being almost a year later you suddenly realized you were still continuing to be the initiator.

For a second you started to overthink things; did he actually hate that form of physical touch? Why would he not tell you this before? Has he been forcing himself this entire time?

Instead of worrying and beating yourself up any more, you figured, why not just ask the man? So that’s exactly what you did.

The next time the two of you were walking side by side on one of your early morning strolls, which you did so occasionally, you easily slipped your hand into his furry one and he simply held it back.

“Hank?” You asked even though you most definitely already had his attention.

“Hm?”

“Why is it that you never take my hand first?”

Hank gives the smallest of smiles as he peers at the ground shyly but you tug on his hand, “I’m serious, I always take your hand. Do you not like holding hands? You can tell me, I’m fine with whatever.”

At your words Hank's expression shifted to disbelief, “are you kidding me? I love holding your hand,” he exclaims, lifting your hand up while interlocking your fingers. It was certainly a funny feeling as always. Feeling the fur between each of your individual fingers that is.

Hank wastes no time to bring his lips to the back of your hand and of course that little action has you grinning like a fool but it doesn’t stop you from continuing, “okay so what is it then?”

At that question he tilts his head letting out a little sigh, once again refocusing his eyes to the sidewalk in front of you.

He shrugs, “well first look at me, I don’t exactly blend in.”

Well yeah, that was no doubt. He was blue and furry all over but that never really bothered you.

“And people stare and say things—not exactly the nicest things. If you’re seen with me like this,” he held up your hand again, “I just don’t want to be the reason that people say things about you.”

You look at him, honestly surprised he’s put that much thought into what you found to be a simple action. The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind.

“That was my initial thought I guess, but I obviously can’t reject your hand when you reach out, I don’t want to. I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

You squeezed his hand while he continued, “I know you always tell me you don’t care about what people say and such but I do, I have it so ingrained in my head.”

You listen silently as you can’t exactly relate to his worries, so all you do is listen and say, “I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, after all it’s not your fault he’s this way. He squeezes your hand much like you did moments ago, “it’s alright. I shouldn’t be thinking of what other people think at moments like this. I should just be thinking about us.”

And much like he did before you lift his hand and give the back of it a small peck.

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Dialogue Prompt 2

[newnitz]

Lilo & Stitch: The Frog

With the live-action remake on the horizon, I find myself awed at just now much symbolism got crammed into one simple gag.

Stitch's arrival on earth has been an objectively sick joke. For once, Lilo prays for an angel, the "nicest one [God] can find", yet is granted an experiment with the PG version of the Number of the Beast, engineered to destroy everything he touches. And then there's 626's predicament: Water is among his only weaknesses, yet as soon as he emerges from the wreck of his ship, he's met with a drop of water on his head. Then more water, until a downpour announces the reality of where he's been stranded.

Enter the Frog.

Amphibian and green, just a bit off of being round. Could be a metaphor for Kauai, where the movie and most of the franchise takes place, could be Earth as a whole. Just hopping about its day, blissfully unaware of the galactic mess that got in its way. In fact, it's the first Earthling 626 meets. So what does he do? He threatens and interrogates it in a language we, the audience, can't understand.

Now for the second part of this gag: the truck. The trucks are massive, a force to be reckoned with, but like the Frog, they're ultimately just going about their day when they run over 626, stripping him of all four of his guns and grinding down his clothes into nothing, both physically and metaphorically laying him bare. None of this is intentional, 626 isn't being punished, in fact the truck drivers themselves are shocked and concerned.

Now, the next time we meet the Frog, 626 no longer goes by that name. He's been renamed Stitch, something that one creates for the purpose of mending something torn. You stitch wounds, but you can also stitch beautiful patterns into clothes to repair what went awry - just as they would go on to do in the ending credits. At this point, the girl who showed him a different purpose has been kidnapped by the same galactic mess he set in motion, and he's on a mission to save her.

The mission failed, he been burned off of the capsule, and he's back to lying barely conscious on the road. The Frog, either despite or regardless of his past mistreatment, is clearly concerned. It hops on Stitch and wakes him up in time to dodge Gantu's blast.

Unlike the Frog, Stitch is a changed being. He now has something bigger to drive him than mindless destruction - he's a protector. He belongs to this amphibian planet, to this little green island, and he will protect it and its denizens. Which is why as soon as he gets his bearings, he hugs the Frog tight and shields it, should he fail to dodge the blast.

That's when he meets the very agent that started his reformation. After promising Lilo he wouldn't leave her, without any clue on how to make the promise mean anything, he sees it: A petrol truck. Now, he repeats his promise to Lilo and hijacks the truck, to intentionally be blown up to where he can save her. Using human ingenuity combined with Earth's own volatility to accomplish what would seem impossible and save the person who saved him from himself.

And so, with one gag spanning two scenes and maybe five minutes, we summarized the story of how Stitch went from a literal enthusiastic WMD to the lovable mischievous fluffball that spawned one of Disney's most successful and profitable IPs, probably THE most successful one of y2k.

Oh, and how there would be no Stitch without Lilo to pick him up once he woke up naked and confused at an animal shelter, or to give him a reason to fight. Just in case anyone forgot why she's a main character.

[arraytale001]

CHAPTER 10

FILE 09

HOPE.

((( you can hear Mozart's music: Requiem in D Minor, K. 626: I. Introitus. Requiem aeternam for a more dramatic and darker feel, or La petite fille de la mer which has a dark and desperate feel. )))

It felt as though his soul had been pierced by a rusted blade, sharper and more painful with every slice of flesh, drawing blood with each cut. Like shattered glass scattered across the floor, spilling wine onto an elegant granite surface—the wine, like a pool of blood, stained the pristine white floor. Sans imagined specks of dust floating in the air, like snowflakes falling onto a thick pool of blood.

 “I killed her. So now, I’m a murderer, huh.” The thought haunted Sans like a ghost, softly whispering its words.

For a moment, he felt like he couldn’t breathe—it was suffocating and agonizing. The feeling of satisfaction from breaking free of his restraints mixed with overwhelming guilt, thick and sticky. It lingered like a deadly potion, attacking and consuming his mind from all sides. The old Sans would never have considered killing his own friend—Sans now wondered if the reflection in the water was really himself, or merely an illusion of the nightmare he had always hidden away. Sans closed his eyes.

“…It had to be this way. There was no other choice—destroying morality to gain power,” he thought, trying to steel himself.

Sans understood the consequences, the punishment, and the weight of his crimes. Yet, he decided to move forward and leave his former self behind—a farewell he didn’t wish for but had to accept to break free of the chains that had bound him. Rays was more than just an enemy threatening his life—a disaster, a great menace who wouldn’t yield to anything but his own desires. He would do whatever it took, sacrificing others and destroying everything in his path to achieve victory. His greed consumed his mind; he was the very definition of a monster. A monster that corrupted and destroyed everyone around him.

For that reason, Sans knew he couldn’t be half-hearted in carrying out his plan. He was determined to shed his old character completely, leaving behind Sans who always made his friends laugh, Sans who sold hotdogs for fun—that version of himself was discarded into a pit, never to rise again.

 “What’s done is done.”

Sans finally started walking toward Frisk, who remained motionless in their spot. His steps were stiff, his expression grim—Sans felt utterly dulled, resigned to the possibility that things would only get worse from here. But regret wouldn’t solve anything. There was no need to question morality when he had been forced to rebel, forced to rage on. No matter what, his hands were already stained, and this was the path he had chosen.

Accepting it was harder than denying it.

And so, Sans accepted whatever he had become. If he was broken, then broken he would remain.

Sans eventually stood directly in front of Frisk, his expression blank, his gaze fixed on the air ahead of him—as though Frisk didn’t notice Sans’s presence at all.

“I’m sure the system is in disarray now,” Sans said quietly. Frisk was supposed to defeat Undyne in this game, but Sans had chosen to take aggressive action and replace Frisk. “Let’s see what’s inside you, Frisk.”

Sans gently grasped Frisk’s head, pressing his thumb against their forehead, trying to sense something—yes, he could feel something there, faint and indistinct. He couldn’t quite tell what it was that he was sensing now.

Sans immediately opened his eyes wide, braced himself, and activated the power Rays had just bestowed upon him.

And then…

“Oh... wow. So this is what you made of yourself, Frisk.”

A cascade of shifting numbers filled his vision, streaming across Frisk’s body. Sans observed each pathway channeling information into what he assumed was Frisk’s soul—or their core. Like a bustling highway, each number carried its own data: levels, defenses, weapons, shields, and pre written dialogues. Everything was there, showcasing an astonishing and intricate complexity. This was Frisk—their true self, their life—the character they had been shaped into long ago and could never escape.

Yes, unless Rays had given Sans the authority to take control of the NPC system he had chosen. Frisk wouldn’t have been able to change at all—but now, here Sans was, rewriting their code, trying to reshape them into someone like himself.

“Well, Frisk, it’s time for you to wake up from your nightmare.”

Sans reached toward the core of Frisk—or what could be called their soul. He could feel an electric sting trying to push him away, a system safeguard meant to protect Frisk from outside interference. Yet Sans pushed harder, digging deeper despite the system’s stronger resistance. It wasn’t easy—Frisk’s system fought back ferociously, guarding their soul with every defense it had.

“I look like the villain here,” Sans muttered, his tone dry and self-deprecating. It was like performing a dramatic surgical operation; Frisk’s body hung lifeless in Sans’s grip, while Sans focused intently on breaching and grasping their well-protected soul. “Stupid system—” he cursed under his breath. It took considerable effort and time to bypass every layer of defense.

And finally, after a long struggle and immense patience—

“Got it!”

Sans felt the soul in his grasp. “I’m doing this for your own good, Frisk,” he said softly. Holding it firmly, he began to work.

Carefully, Sans accessed the core data of Frisk’s soul, making precise adjustments. He added what was necessary, reorganized their structure, and ensured everything was arranged meticulously. There was no room for mistakes—any error could shatter his plans and lead to disaster.

“Come on, this has to work.”

The new data seemed to integrate seamlessly with Frisk’s old data—no conflicts or errors arose. Sans carefully observed the code at work, analyzing every interaction. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he exhaled deeply, a heavy weight lifting off his chest. Frisk was his desperate gamble—the key to defeating Rays, even if it meant resorting to brutal measures.

“Frisk... Frisk.”

 Sans gently patted Frisk’s cheeks, hoping to wake him. “Hey, buddy, wake up.” But still no response. Anxiety began to creep into his mind—a tiny pang of panic he couldn’t quite shake. 

Until finally…

 “WAKE UP!”

 Smack!

“Hey, kid, how was your dream?”

 A sharp slap jolted the poor human awake from their dreamlike state.

***

"I feel strange," Frisk said, gazing at Sans, who sat beside him, his eyes filled with exhaustion.

"You’ll get used to it, Frisk," Sans replied. "For now, you’ll just have to accept that odd feeling."

"What did you do to my body?"

Sans paused for a moment. "At a time like this, do you want a joke?" Frisk glared at him. "No? Oh okey, well you know, Frisk. I just changed your code and added some important information to it. I’m sure you understand that well enough." Sans tried to relax his stiff shoulders, his gaze fixed on Frisk, who still seemed confused. The human looked so weak, Sans thought. But he also held incredible power—if only all monsters had it... NO. Fantasizing wouldn’t solve anything. It was just a dream that would never come true.

"I understand I’m just a vessel for the players," Frisk continued, bitterness creeping into his voice. "I watched all that evil happen through my own hands, and what can I do about it? Nothing. I can only watch and do what I’m told." Frisk spoke with a feeling of helplessness, knowing he was powerless to stop the brutality.

"I know how you feel, Frisk. That’s why I freed you from those chains."

Frisk fell into a quiet reflection, resting his head on the back of the bench. He sighed deeply and said, "By killing her, Sans? Undyne... I saw everything, and I’ll never be able to forget it."

Hearing that, Sans clenched his pants tightly, his gaze shifting to the view in front of him—Waterfall, with its glistening streams and sparkling light. The faint whispers between the blue flowers were like a beautiful tapestry in the ocean. It took him a long time to say the truth—an admission of guilt that had been forced upon him.

"You’re right. By killing her."

"Why, Sans?"

"I had to." There was a tone of sadness in his voice, one he tried to hide but couldn’t.

“Is this about EXP? Do you want your level to be the highest, Sans?” Frisk raised his voice slightly, anger evident in his tone. However, Sans remained unfazed, even as Frisk’s voice grew louder, almost yelling. Instead, Sans chuckled at the baseless accusation. “EXP? Nah, that’s just nonsense, and I don’t want my level to be higher than yours. I don’t need that kind of power at all, Frisk.” Sans kicked a nearby stone and continued, “I just want to mess up this game’s system, do the impossible, and make it collapse. That’s what I want, Frisk—to rebel.”

“Did it have to be by killing Undyne? She’s your friend—”

“Shut your mouth.” 

“...”

Frisk couldn’t say anything. His gaze weakened, his body stiff as Sans reminded him how he wasn’t just as bad—he was worse. He, too, was a murderer—a monster who had slaughtered countless innocent lives.

“Watch your words, you'll bite your tongue if you're careless.” His tone was dark and filled with an oppressive chill. Frisk felt his mouth clamp shut as he heard Sans’s cold voice. A wave of fear engulfed him, his fingertips trembling, and his pupils dilated with horror.

“Do you so desperately want to see me as a cruel killer like yourself, Frisk? Do you really want to watch me fall to the ground and become the same ruthless murderer as you? Is that what you want?”

Even so, Frisk still felt something was wrong, and he needed to do something about it.

"I don’t understand. It feels like I’m talking to someone else, not Sans that I know," Frisk said, biting his lip hard enough to leave a bruise. "This isn't you I knew. Why... it should have been me. You should have been—"

"A judge?"

Frisk shifted his gaze, his brown hair covering his face to hide the obvious sadness. Sans watched him with an empty stare.

"Not like myself? As if you knew me so well, Frisk."

"Then what? I’ve known you for so long, played with you. I felt close to you. If you think I don’t know you, then what is this?"

"Opinion. Perspective. A point of view. You can’t claim to know someone just because you’ve spent time with them, Frisk. Just because you’ve played this game long enough doesn’t mean you know me well. And the same goes for me—I don’t understand you, and I don’t feel like I know you."

Frisk fell silent, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. The tension in the air seemed to stretch, his posture rigid as he stared in stunned silence.

"…So then what is this," Frisk said, his voice soft and filled with sorrow. He glanced at Sans, who seemed so different now—there was no longer the warm smile, no more friendliness. It felt like sitting next to a stranger, someone who had closed himself off. But even so, Frisk felt like he could still vaguely understand Sans.

"Rays ... this is about that person, right?" he said, immediately making Sans snap out of his thoughts.

"You know him?" Frisk nodded slightly, then looked at Sans. "I guess you could say that. He came to me once and tried to do something to my soul. His behavior was really suspicious, but I couldn’t do anything about it—you know, I could only watch him."

Sans understood that all too well. "We need to stop him, Frisk. And that’s why we’re both here," he said, looking at Frisk as he reached out to grab his hand, trying to gain his trust. "I need you to stop Rays—to free us all from this ridiculous game. No more judgment, no more forcing you to kill us all. You’ll cleanse the stain on your hands, Frisk. For your freedom."

Sans’s gaze was firm, locking Frisk in place. In a softer voice, he pulled Frisk closer with a subtle allure that made him waver—but truly, that’s what he wanted: freedom for all his friends, and an end to this game.

"You need me, but why?" Frisk still had doubts. Sans had expected this. "You have a strong soul, Frisk, a will stronger than anyone else in this world, and I don’t have that in me. I’m just an NPC without a will as strong as yours."

Sans smiled, his expression clearly sad. Frisk, feeling the despair in Sans, began to move closer. "I don’t know if I’m that strong, Sans."

"Trust me, Frisk. You’re stronger than you think. I ... am not. We all need you. You’re the only one I can rely on. Only you, Frisk. No one else." It was as if his words were a whisper curling around Frisk’s neck from behind, a soft promise that blinded him with hope. Frisk couldn’t see the wide, cruel grin carved firmly across Sans’s face, his gaze dark and binding, like a venomous serpent coiling tighter. “What if this doesn’t work? What if we lose in the end…” Frisk’s voice trembled with the fear of an uncertain future, the weight of his own doubts apparent.

“You can’t know what the future holds, Frisk,” Sans answered, his voice steady, almost soothing. “But if we work hard and believe—really believe—I’m sure we’ll find the way.”

Sans’s eyes met Frisk’s with unwavering certainty, his own vulnerability on full display, seeking to influence Frisk through this weakness. He wanted Frisk to feel less alone, to trust him with everything.

“Anything can happen, Frisk. There’s no dead end unless we’re not ready to step forward. You have to believe, and I’ll help you achieve that freedom.” The calm tone in his voice, the certainty in his eyes, made him seem like a fragile but trustworthy ally, one Frisk could rely on.

It was an invitation—a lure deeper into the web, pulling Frisk ever closer to his carefully laid trap.

Extending his hand, Sans gently pulled Frisk closer, dragging him into a prison that was made specifically for him. A cage of promises, making Frisk more powerless with each step. 

“This is me. I’m not as strong or as smart as you think. You see me, don’t you? A mess, completely falling apart,” he said with a slightly pleading tone.

Sans deliberately displayed an expression of deep despair, skillfully maintaining eye contact with Frisk, forcing him to stay within his reach. It felt as though Sans was grabbing Frisk’s hand through a dense fog, leading him wherever he pleased—guiding Frisk to his own grave while singing him a lullaby.

There was cruelty in the way Sans deceived Frisk, carefully choosing his words and exploiting the fragility of someone powerless and longing for freedom—yes, someone just like him. Sans revealed how trauma could transform a person into something rotten and cunning—discarding morality and conscience, replacing them with an unwanted dark side.

Unaware of the manipulation, Frisk reached out and took Sans’s hand willingly, a trusting smile on his face. Unknowingly, he sealed a pact he didn’t expect, oblivious to the fact that Rays wasn’t the only one seeking control, seeking sacrifice.

Sans had already blinded Frisk with each desperate hope he voiced.

“I’ll help you, Sans.”

Frisk’s acceptance was clear, spoken without hesitation. Sans’s face relaxed with visible relief, a happiness that filled his expression. He hugged Frisk tightly, as if to show gratitude. Yet, far from Frisk’s view, Sans’s true expression remained hidden—one of darkness and hunger.

Look at him now.

Sans’s face was flat, void of the warmth it once held. His red eyes wandered, searching for the vulnerability Frisk had unknowingly revealed. His soul was tainted, its rhythm beating like a twisted lullaby that heralded death, filled with chaos and manipulation. It coiled around Frisk, tightening with every passing second.

Sans revealed in the corruption of his own thoughts, savoring Frisk’s innocence, how easily he had fallen for the empty promises of despair. The satisfaction gnawed at his mind, making him crave the dark, the twisted pleasure that came with it. With his mind now so far from the one Frisk knew, Sans reached for him, smiling wide…

“I’m counting on you, buddy.”

JAPANESE VERSION

CHAPTER 10

FILE 09

HOPE

((( あなたはモーツァルトの音楽を聴くことができます: Requiem in D Minor, K. 626: I. Introitus. Requiem aeternam は、よりドラマチックで暗い雰囲気を持っています、または La petite fille de la mer は、暗く絶望的な雰囲気を持っています。)))

まるで錆びた刃で魂を貫かれたようだった。切り刻むたびにもっと鋭く、もっと痛くなり、血が滴る。床に散らばった割れたガラスのように、優雅な花崗岩の上にワインがこぼれ落ちた——そのワインは血の池のように、真っ白な床を染めた。サンズは空中に浮かぶ埃の粒を想像した、雪片が暗い血の池に落ちるように。

「俺が殺した。俺は殺人者だ。」その考えはサンズの心に幽霊のようにまとわりつき、優しく囁いた。

一瞬、息ができないような気がした——それは息苦しく、痛みを伴った。拘束から解放された満足感と、圧倒的な罪悪感が混じり合い、どろどろとした粘着感を放った。それは致命的な薬のように残り、あらゆる面からサンズの心を攻撃し、食い尽くしていった。昔のサンズなら、友達を殺すことなんて考えなかっただろう——今のサンズは、水面に映る自分が本当に自分なのか、それともずっと隠してきた悪夢の幻覚なのかを考えていた。サンズは目を閉じた。

「…こうするしかなかった。ほかに選択肢はなかった——力を得るために道徳を破壊するんだ。」そう思い、心を固めようとした。

サンズはその結果、罰、そして罪の重さを理解していた。それでも、前に進むことを決め、過去の自分を置いていくことにした——望んでいなかった別れだったが、解放されるためには受け入れなければならなかった。レイズは命を脅かす敵以上の存在だった——災厄であり、自分の欲望以外には屈しない大きな脅威だった。勝利を手に入れるために、彼は他人を犠牲にし、すべてを破壊するだろう。彼の欲望は心を食い尽くし、まさにモンスターそのものだった。周りのすべてを腐らせ、破壊していくモンスターだった。

だからこそ、サンズは計画を実行する際に中途半端な気持ちではいられなかった。彼は完全に旧い自分を捨てる覚悟を決めた。友達を笑わせるサンズ、楽しみでホットドッグを売るサンズ——その自分は深い穴に捨てられ、二度と浮かび上がることはない。

「そうなれば、そうなる。」

サンズはついにフリスクのほうへ歩き出した。フリスクはその場から動かず、じっとしていた。サンズの足取りはぎこちなく、表情は険しい——彼は完全に感覚が鈍っていた。これから状況がもっと悪化する可能性を覚悟し、諦めたようだった。でも、後悔しても何も解決しない。反逆せざるを得ず、怒りに任せて進むしかなかった時に、道徳を問う必要なんてなかった。どのみち、彼の手はすでに血に染まっていた。それが自分で選んだ道だった。

受け入れることは、否定することよりもずっと難しかった。

だからこそ、サンズは自分が何者になったのかを受け入れた。壊れているなら、そのまま壊れたままでいればいい。

やがてサンスはついにフリスクの真正面に立った。フリスクは無表情で、サンスの存在にまったく気づかず、ただ目の前の宙を見ていた。

「システムは今、めちゃくちゃになってるだろうな。」サンズは静かに言った。フリスクはこのゲームでアンダインを倒すはずだった。でもサンズは攻撃的な行動を選び、フリスクの代わりに動くことにした。「さあ、見せてくれよ、フリスクの中身を。」

サンズはそっとフリスクの頭に手を置き、親指を彼らの額に押し当てた。何かを感じ取ろうとしていた——そうだ、そこに何かがあるのを微かに感じた。でも、それが今何なのか、はっきりとはわからなかった。

「へえ……これがフリスクという人間を構成するコードなんだね。」

サンズはすぐに目を大きく開け、覚悟を決め、レイズから授かった力を発動させた。

そして……

視界いっぱいに流れる数字の奔流が現れた。それはフリスクの体を覆うように動き回っていた。サンズはそれぞれの道筋を観察し、それらがフリスクの魂——あるいは彼らの核に情報を送っているように見えた。まるで混み合った高速道路のように、それぞれの数字がデータを運んでいた：レベル、防御、武器、シールド、あらかじめ書かれた台詞……すべてがそこにあった。それは驚くべき複雑さで、精密な構造を示していた。

これがフリスクだった——彼らの真の姿であり、彼らの命だった。かつて作り上げられたキャラクターであり、決して逃れられない存在だった。

そうだ、もしレイズがサンズにNPCシステムの権限を与えていなかったら、���リスクは何も変わることができなかっただろう——だが今、サンズはここにいて、彼らのコードを書き換え、自分のような存在に作り直そうとしていた。

「さあ、フリスク。悪夢から目を覚ます時だ。」

サンズはフリスクの核——いわゆる魂のようなもの——に手を伸ばした。電気のような刺すような痛みが彼を押し戻そうとしているのを感じた。それは、外部からの干渉からフリスクを守るためのシステムの防護機能だった。それでもサンズはさらに力を込め、抵抗を押しのけながら深く掘り進んでいった。簡単なことではなかった——フリスクのシステムは激しく反撃し、全力でその魂を守ろうとしていた。

「俺、悪役みたいだな。」サンズは乾いた声でぼそりとつぶやいた。まるで壮大な外科手術をしているようだった。フリスクの体はサンズの手にぶら下がるように無反応で、サンズは集中して、守りの固い魂に到達しようとしていた。「クソッたれなシステムが——」と小声で悪態をつく。すべての防御層を突破するのに、膨大な努力と時間が必要だった。

そして、長い闘いと果てしない忍耐の末——

「よし！捕まえた！」

サンズは魂をその手に感じた。「これもお前のためだ、フリスク。」彼は優しく言った。その魂をしっかり握り、作業を始めた。

慎重に、サンズはフリスクの魂の核データにアクセスし、正確に調整を加えた。必要な要素を追加し、構造を再編成し、すべてをきちんと整えた。間違いの余地はなかった——どんなミスも計画を台無しにし、壊滅的な結果を招きかねなかった。

「頼む、うまくいってくれ。」

新しいデータはフリスクの古いデータにスムーズに統合されているようだった——衝突もエラーも発生しなかった。サンズはコードが動作する様子を注意深く観察し、すべての相互作用を分析した。そして、永遠のように感じられた時間が過ぎた後、彼は深く息を吐いた。胸にのしかかっていた重いものが少し軽くなった。フリスクはサンズの切り札だった——レイズを倒すための鍵、それがどんなに苛烈な手段であろうと。

「フリスク…フリスク。」

サンズはそっとフリスクの頬を叩きながら、彼を目覚めさせようとした。「おい、相棒、起きろよ。フリスク。」

それでも反応はなかった。不安が彼の心に忍び寄り、小さなパニックが頭をよぎった。

ついに——

「起きろ！」

バシッ！

鋭い一発が眠りの状態にあった人間を強引に目覚めさせた。

「おい、坊主、夢見心地はどうだった？」

***

「なんか変な感じがする。」フリスクはサンズを見つめながら言った。サンズは隣に座っており、その目には疲労が滲んでいた。

「そのうち慣れるさ、フリスク。」サンズは答えた。「今はその奇妙な感覚を受け入れるしかない。」

「俺の体に何をしたんだ？」

サンズは少し間を置いた。「こんな時に、ジョークが聞きたいか？」フリスク��睨みつけるような視線を送った。「ダメか？ ああそうか、じゃあ、まあな、フリスク。お前のコードを書き換えて、重要な情報をいくつか追加しただけだ。これでわかるだろ？」サンズはこわばった肩をほぐそうとし、まだ困惑した様子のフリスクに視線を向けた。その人間はとても弱々しく見えた、とサンズは思った。だが同時に、とてつもない力を持っていた——もしすべてのモンスターがそれを持っていたなら……違う。そんな空想をしても何も解決しない。それは叶わない夢にすぎなかった。

「僕はただのプレイヤーの器だってわかってる。」フリスクは続けた。その声には苦々しさがにじんでいた。「僕の手であんな悪事が行われるのをずっと見てきたけど、それに対して僕に何ができる？何もできない。ただ見て、言われた通りにするだけだ。」フリスクの声には無力感が滲んでいた。自分にはその残酷さを止める力がないことを痛感していたのだ。

「お前の気持ちはわかるよ、フリスク。だから俺は、その鎖からお前を解放したんだ。」

フリスクは静かに考え込むように沈黙し、ベンチの背もたれに頭を預けた。深くため息をついて言った。

「それがアンダインを殺すってことか、サンズ？僕は全部見てた。忘れることなんてできない。」

「その通りだ。彼女を殺すことで。」

それを聞いて、サンズはズボンをぎゅっと掴み、視線を前方に移した——目の前に広がるウォーターフォール。輝く小川ときらめく光の中、青い花々の間を通る微かなささやきは、まるで海の中の美しいタペストリーのようだった。

真実を口にするのには長い時間がかかった。それは彼に押し付けられた罪の告白だった。

「どうして、サンズ？」

「そうするしかなかった。」彼の声には隠しきれない悲しみが滲んでいた。

「これってEXPのことか？サンズ、お前は自分のレベルを最高にしたいのか？」

フリスクは少し声を張り上げ、その声には怒りが滲んでいた。しかし、サンズは動じることなく、フリスクの声が大きくなり、ほとんど怒鳴るようになっても、まるで気にしない様子だった。それどころか、彼はその根拠のない非難に対してくすくすと笑った。

「それで、アンダインを殺さないとダメだったのか？彼女は友達なのに—」

「EXP？いや、それはただのくだらない話だ。俺はお前のレベルを超えたいなんて思っちゃいねぇよ。そんな力なんて全然必要ないんだよ、フリスク。」

近くの石を蹴りながら、サンズは続けた。「俺がやりたいのは、このゲームのシステムをぶっ壊すことだ。誰も考えつかないような無茶をして、この世界を崩壊させてやる。それが俺の望みだ、フリスク。反逆すること。」

「黙れ。」

「...」

「言葉には気をつけろ、下手したら舌を噛むぞ。」その声は冷たく、圧倒的な威圧感に満ちていた。サンズの冷たい声を聞いた瞬間、フリスクは口を閉ざさざるを得なかった。恐怖が彼を包み込み、指先は震え、瞳孔は恐怖で広がった。

「お前はそんなに必死になって、俺をお前みたいな冷酷��殺人者にしたいのか？俺が地に堕ちて、お前と同じ無慈悲な殺人者になるところを見たいのか？それが、お前の望みなのか？」

それでも、フリスクは何かが違うと感じていて、それについて何かをしなければならないと思った。

フリスクは何も言えなかった。その視線は弱まり、サンズが彼に、俺が酷いんじゃない、お前の方がもっと酷い、と思い出させた瞬間、身体は硬直してしまった。

そう、フリスクもまた、たくさんの無実の命を奪った殺人者、怪物だったのだ。

「理解できないよ。まるで僕が知ってるサンズじゃないみたいだ。」フリスクは唇を噛みしめ、青あざができるほど強く噛んだ。「こんなの君じゃない。僕がやるべきだったんだ。君がそうじゃなくて——」

「裁く側になるべきだった？」

フリスクは視線をそらし、その顔を覆うように茶色い髪が揺れた。明らかな悲しみを隠すためだった。サンズは空虚な視線で彼を見つめていた。

「俺らしくない？お前が俺をよく知ってるってつもりか、フリスク。」

「じゃあ何？僕はずっと君のことを知ってるつもりだった。君と遊んだし、君と親しいと感じてた。君が僕を知らないって言うなら、これが何だって言うんだ？」

「意見だ。視点だ。一つの見方だ。長い時間を一緒に過ごしたからといって、誰かを知ってるとは限らないんだ、フリスク。このゲームをどれだけ長くプレイしても、俺のことをよく知ってるなんて言えない。そして同じことが俺にも言える——お前のことを理解しているわけじゃないし、お前のことをよく知っているとも感じてない。」

フリスクは口を開けたまま言葉を失った。空気には張り詰めた緊張感が漂い、彼の姿勢は硬直していた。驚きに満ちた表情で黙り込んだままだった。

「…じゃあ、これは何なんだろう。」フリスクは小さく、悲しみに満ちた声で言った。彼はサンズに目を向けた。今の彼は以前とは全く違って見えた——温かな笑顔も、優しさももうない。ただ閉ざされたような、見知らぬ誰かと隣り合わせに座っている気がした。それでも、フリスクはサンズの気持ちをかすかに理解できるような気がした。

「レイズ...その人のことだよね？」彼は言い、サンズを思考から引き戻した。

「お前、あいつを知ってるのか？」

フリスクはわずかにうなずいてからサンズを見た。「そう言えるかもしれない。彼は一度僕のところに来て、僕の魂に何かしようとしたんだ。彼の行動は本当に怪しかったけど、僕には何もできなかった——ただ見ていることしかできなかったよ。」

サンズにはその感覚が痛いほどよくわかった。「あいつを止めなきゃならない、フリスク。それが俺たちがここにいる理由だ。」彼は言いながらフリスクの手を取ろうとし、信頼を得ようとした。「俺にはお前が必要だ、フリスク。レイズを止めてくれ——この馬鹿げたゲームから俺たち全員を解放するんだ。もう裁きも、もう俺たち全員を殺させることもない。お前のその手についた汚れを清めるんだ、フリスク。お前自身の自由のために。」

サンズのまっすぐな視線がフリスクをその場に釘付けにした。その声が柔らかく響くと、サンズはフリスクをそっと引き寄せた。その言葉にはどこか引き込まれるような魅力があり、フリスクは心を揺らされた。でも、本当にサンズが望んでいたのは、すべての仲間たちの自由と、このゲームの終わりだった。

「君��僕が必要だって言うけど、どうして？」フリスクはまだ疑念を抱いていた。サンズはそれを予想していた。「お前の魂は強いんだ、フリスク。この世界の誰よりも強い意志を持ってる。でも俺にはそんなものはない。俺はただのNPCで、お前ほど強い意志なんて持ってないんだ。」

サンズは微笑んだ。その微笑みは明らかに悲しみを帯びていた。フリスクは、サンズの絶望を感じ取りながら、彼に少し近づいた。「僕がそんなに強いかどうか、わからないよ、サンズ。」

「信じろ、フリスク。お前は自分が思っているよりも強い。俺は…そんな強さはない。俺たちはお前が必要なんだ。お前だけが頼りなんだ、フリスク。他には誰もいない。」その言葉は、首筋に絡みつく柔らかな囁きのようだった。それは希望で目を眩ませるような甘い約束で���フリスクはその言葉の裏を見抜くことができなかった。サンズの顔には冷酷で広い笑みが刻まれていた。暗い視線は縛り付けるようで、まるで毒蛇がきつく巻きつくようだった。

「もしこれがうまくいかなかったら？もし最終的に負けるとしたら…」フリスクの声は未来への不安に震えていた。彼自身の疑念の重さが明らかだった。

「未来がどうなるかなんて、誰にもわからないんだ、フリスク。」サンズは答えた。その声は穏やかで、どこか安心させるようだった。「でも、もし俺たちが一生懸命頑張って、信じることができれば——本当に信じることができれば、きっと道は見つかるはずだ。」

サンズの目はフリスクの目をまっすぐ見つめていた。その目には揺るぎない確信がありながら、自身の脆さもさらけ出していた。それはフリスクに孤独感を抱かせないためであり、すべてを彼に託させるためだった。

「何だって起こり得るんだ、フリスク。進む準備ができていない限り、行き止まりなんてない。信じてくれ。俺がその自由を手に入れる手助けをする。」彼の声の穏やかな調子、目の中の確信。それは壊れやすいけれども信頼できる味方のように見せ、フリスクが頼りたくなるような存在だった。

それは誘いだった——彼の綿密に仕掛けられた罠に、フリスクをさらに深く引き込む誘導だった。

手を差し伸べ、サンズはフリスクを優しく引き寄せた。そして、彼専用に作られた牢獄へと、約束の檻へと引きずり込んだ。その檻は一歩進むごとにフリスクをより無力にしていった。

「これが俺だ。お前が思ってるほど強くも賢くもない。俺が見えるだろう？バラバラでめちゃくちゃな俺が。」彼は憂鬱な口調でそう言い、フリスクの同情を誘った。

サンズは意図的に深い絶望の表情を見せつけ、巧みにフリスクと視線を合わせ続けさせた。濃い霧の中でフリスクの手を掴み、自分の望む場所へどこへでも連れて行くような感じだった—フリスクを自らの墓穴へ導きながら子守唄を歌うかのように。

サンズのフリスクを欺くやり方には残酷さがあった。言葉を慎重に選び、無力で自由を求める誰か—そう、自分と同じような存在の脆さを利用していた。サンズは、トラウマがどのように人を腐敗させ狡猾に変えるのかを見せつけていた—道徳や良心を捨て去り、それを望まぬ暗い一面で置き換えるように。

その操りに気づかず、フリスクはサンズの手を自ら差し出して取った。その顔には信頼の微笑みが浮かんでいた。彼は気づかぬまま、予期せぬ契約を結び、レイズだけが支配を望む存在ではないことに気づいていなかった。犠牲を求める者は、他にもいたのだ。

サンズはすでに自らの声に込めた必死の希望で、フリスクの目を眩ませていた。

「俺、手伝うよ、サンズ。」

フリスクのその言葉には迷いがなかった。それを聞いたサンズの顔には安堵の色が浮かび、喜びが表情に満ちた。そして彼はフリスクを強く抱きしめ、感謝を示すかのようだった。しかし、フリスクの視界の外では、サンズの本当の表情は隠されていた——暗さと飢えに満ちたものが。

見てみろ、今の彼を。

サンズの顔は平坦で、かつての暖かさはもうそこにはなかった。赤い目がさまよい、フリスクが無意識に明かした脆さを探し求めていた。彼の魂は汚れ、死を予感させる歪んだ子守唄のようなリズムで鼓動していた。それは混沌と操作に満ち、フリスクの周りを絡みつき、秒ごとにその締め付けを強めていった。

サンズは自分の思考の中で堕落を明かし、フリスクの無邪気さを味わいながら、絶望の空っぽな約束にどれほど簡単に落ちてしまったかを感じていた。その満足感は彼の心をむしばみ、暗闇と歪んだ快楽を欲していた。フリスクが知っていた心から遠く離れた今、サンズは彼に手を伸ばし、広く笑った…。

「頼りにしてるぜ、相棒。」

=P

[ivorydragoness44]

Gazerbeam x Reader: Birthday Kisses

Word Count: 626 Warnings/Notes: established relationship, Gazerbeam/Simon J. Paladino giving the Reader cute kisses, fluff, domestic bliss Summary: The Reader wakes up to Simon (Gazerbeam) kissing them.

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  Morning. The honks of cars were left muffled by the walls of your apartment. Thankfully. A softer, but deep sound, however was much closer.   It was more than a little bit of a struggle to open your eyes. Much less to keep them open.   “…four…five…six…”   Simon.

  You hummed, questioning the situation without words. It was much too soon for that. An established language at such an hour? Hardly.   “…seven…”   It was in that moment that you finally comprehended at least part of the situation. He was pressing soft kisses around your face. His lips were warm and comforting against your skin.   “…eight…”   “Why are you counting?” You squinted, determined to remain awake. Your partner was typically busy, so spending such time with him was precious.   Simon chuckled quietly. Little wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes from his joy. “A kiss for every year you have lived.”   “Oh.”   The counting continued, and with it sweet kisses to your face. His lips ventured from your forehead and cutely to the tip of your nose. Those sincere eyes of his held their usual quickened pace, darting around your face.   You bundled your fingers into his sleep-shirt and sighed faintly. Surely, he would reach your new age at some point. The thought made you internally laugh to yourself. No one would find a single complaint from you of course.   Delicately placing a hand to the side of your neck, his thumb caressed along your jaw. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, up to your temple, and back down again.   “This might take a while at the pace you’re going.” You smiled at the upturn of his eyebrows.   “I am in no hurry. Are you?”   The sleepy baritone in his voice sent a chill down to your toes. “No,” you smiled wider.

  Simon hummed and focused his kisses to your lips. Each one was soft and loving. It was not unlike any other morning when he was home. However, there was just something extra special expressed into each one that day.   His hands glided over to rest on your shoulder. As you lay resting in front of him, he rubbed his thumb gingerly over a small section of your shoulder.   The quiet intimacy was enjoyed by you wholeheartedly. The warmth in your chest felt almost palpable with the time you spent with him.

  Finally, he reached the number of your new age. With a lopsided grin, he looked directly into your eyes. It was brief, but it sent a wave of emotions through you. “I love you.”   Eyes closing for the final kiss, you were not about to let that one be short. Cupping your hands on either side of his face, you intended to lengthen it extensively. And with a push of your body, you tipped him over onto his back. A smile threatened to pull your lips from his. Happily so, you dove your fingers into his dark hair.   A contented sigh echoed out from Simon. His warm hands caressing up and down your back until bare skin contact was made.   “Simon?” You murmured into his lips. “May I request one thing from you on my birthday?”   His hands stilled, focused. “Certainly.”   RIIING   “Not that!” You whined, burying your face into the crook of his neck. It was that one phone. The phone that you never answered or used. Hidden from your sights.   “Perhaps when I return, I can fulfill whatever it is that you have in mind,” he reasoned over the ring of the phone.   “Really?”   Simon nodded. “But for now, I have to answer the phone, or it’ll keep ringing. It could be urgent.”   “You’ll have to move me first,” you mumbled into his skin.   And move you, he reluctantly did.

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[akela-nakamura]

For the ask game, could i get a summary of Ohana?

OKAY, I firmly blame @disillusioneddanny for this one and I was supposed to have written it for DPxDC Disney Week.

The doc title is very apt, lol.

The basic idea is Dick, alone and grieving after Jason's murder, is patrolling Bludhaven. He isn't focusing the way he should, isn't resting like he should.

He makes an idle wish on a shooting star, and not long after finds Danny. Danny's wounded, and the numbers 626 are bold on his chest. He's half feral.

I haven't written very far yet, but the idea is that Dick will take Danny in, even though he shouldn't, and help Danny feel safe again, all while Dick starts to work through his grief.

Lilo and Stitch-ish lmao

WIP Ask Game

[upsidedior]

Reunion

Paper. Paperwork EVERYWHERE.

He hadn't been back in his office for more than a day for a break when he got the call he was needed to come back urgently to sign off on new recruits. The tall male Shaelek sat in the office chair staring at the names on the list of newest cadets most foreign to him but a few sounded familiar. There were old names of families who answered the call to serve and some new, new species and yet for a moment the older Shaelek had to pause... Never in his life would he think he'd be back working in the Federation military authorizing the recruits sign ons. Things were different now; he was older had a more established career, gave lectures about Earth studies and his time on the planet, even got to personally toss Hamsterviel into a high security prison! The most satisfying day of his life... It had been a few years since his time on earth. Actually it had been over a decade if he calculated right.

Gantu, now Admiral of the Galactic Federation Armada, sat behind the floating desk with a heavy sigh, signing away each and every cadets' life to be brought aboard and serve within the military. Funny, he never imagined he'd survive this long in his military career to be the one signing paperwork. He always thought he was too reckless and would probably go out in a dogfight. Go out with a big bang, not become his old commander refered to as "ye ol war vet." Name after name, he assigned each and every one to various positions and stations, and as he went down the list, Gantu caught a name which was different than the others....

".....Cadet #626.... Lilo Pelekani...."

It took him a few minutes to make any connection. Li...lo... Lilo.... Lilo.... Why did that name ring a bell? Gantu paused saying the name out loud, "Lilo..." His blue eyes searching for the holoscreen button to activate. Blitznak it, he'd activate it the other way. "Computer, activate holoscreen. Search database of a ...Lilo Pelekani..." In a whirl of noises the information downloaded and the projection appeared in front of him. The screen appeared on top of the floating desk, levitating before him and the image of an earth female made him do a double take.

She was older. Her feminine features soft as her body had grown filling out her curves custom to earth females. Her picture shown a bright dazzling smile; The same big brown eyes, her black hair was longer same dark skin he remembered from her youth as the image of the little earth child who used to call him a "big dummy" stares back at him. SHE WAS OLDER?!?! BLITZNAK HOW OLD DID HE BECOME!?!? Gantu dropped the pen as the synapses made the connection.

COSMIC BLITZNAKING DAMNIT!!! IS SHE IN THE FEDERATION BUILDING!?!?

He was standing now the chair almost toppling behind him, "Locate cadet 626!" He should've known she would be associated with that number! The computer produced a list of scheduled times for courses, his hand already dialing the line to the Galley to reach its Chief of staff. "Location: main Galley." The computer voiced it's answer as Gantu made a sprint run darting out of his office. She was in the main cafeteria galley, he almost broke into a run redialing the comlink to his Chief of Staff Galley Officer Reuben over and over again until he heard the ormer experiment's voice on the other end.

"What's the emer---"

"Meet me outside the galley NOW!"

He was passing through hallways following the routes through the massive buildings to get to the main Galley. He finally got the outside of the food court where he met the little beige alien standing before the doors. Reuben, formally known as 625, was standing in his uniform with a bewildered expression on his face, his tiny hand pointing in a direction towards a figure sitting in the galley. She was human, her long black hair down against her back wearing the standard female federation uniform of grey top and skirt with the Turo mark on the belt. She was sitting alone at a table with a hot drink in her hands. If he could read her right, her heart rate was calm, but there was a nervousness about her. She looked around unsure of the surroundings... and Gantu couldn't help but empathize with that. Her gaze was back at her mug taking a drink. It was then Reuben peered up at him as Gantu took one more look at the woman.

"....is that...?" All Gantu could do was nod and took a deep breath. "Feel old yet, fishlegs?"

".... ancient. You?" He felt the chuckle escape himself as Reuben looked back at the woman seated some distance away in the Galley, replying,

"At least I don't look it."

The woman who called him the "Big Dummy" sat in silence as the throng of aliens bustled about, some stopping to stare at her and others rushing past not passing a blitz where she was there or not. Gantu felt his blood pressure rise with every alien passing the earthling a nasty look, Reuben was already pestering him to walk over there and reconnect. But.... maybe.... Later would be bes---

He caught her heart rhythm jumping to a fast pace.

A group of males had suddenly descended upon the table, Lilo seemed surprised her big brown eyes peering up at all of them surround her. The males, some bigger others smaller, hunched around her like predators scouting out their prey, one touching her hair, the others kissing the woman's hand as they introduced themselves. One male alien happened to be too closely eyeing up her leg for Gantu's taste. Oh Blitznak... He knew where this was heading... Damn kids thinking with the wrong head!

It was that moment Lilo had stared to look around the table and around at the other aliens like she was internally screaming for help. And their gazes connected. Gantu caught the wave of emotions in the little earthling's brown eyes: panic to shock to sudden relief.... It was all the signal he needed And Gantu pushed the doors open each one banged against the walls. The galley hall went silent. Thousands of aliens, from all ranks, stood straight saluting the Admiral as he entered inside the Galley. "At ease," his voice commanded as the thousands of aliens waited for orders. The Shaelek made a line for the table where Lilo sat still surrounded by the young dumb and full of.... Spunk men, each cadet staring wide eyed as he approached. The boys standing taller and giving the salute.

"Cadet 626, I have been looking for you. You are to report to my office this instant. You, gentleman, have delayed the Cadet for her meeting," Gantu lowered his gaze to the tallest alien's eye level. "Drop. And give me 50. Now."

A ringing SIR, YES SIR! rang through the Galley as all the boys harassing Lilo dropped to the ground and started their push ups. She was staring up at him with her big brown eyes, standing to follow after him as Gantu caught another younger Shaelek walking over to stand before him, "Shall we demand 100, Admiral?" This caused him to chuckle,

"Whatever you see fit, Captain."

And he turned around making his way out the Galley, Lilo trailing behind him to catch up.

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They hadn't said a word still. Well he hadn't, 625 well Reuben, had PLENTY to say as he walked side by side with the little earthling he called Tyke. As all three of them walked the long distance to his office, Reuben talked about their previous missions, how he introduced sandwiches into the federation, Gantu's promotion to Admiral of all of the Galactic Federation Armada, and of course all the gossip which made Gantus roll his eyes. They reached his office, finally, Gantu held the door open until both of them were inside taking seats from across the floating desk. Lilo's image still up on the holoscreen, the Shaelek was still silent as he sat from across the earthling and his galley officer. His blue eyes searched for the keypad, typing a code onto the desk and a lock hissed from the right side of his desk. He reached for the contents within the drawer, pulling out a large glass bottle with a very worn out label. It appeared to have never been opened.

"I had been... saving this for a very long time." Gantu placed the bottle upon the desk, his eyes scanning the earthling who clung to his every word. Her bright brown eyes seemed to take him in, all of him, Reuben, the whole office...

"... I can't believe you found me..." Her voice sounded... Young but mature alot like her older sister's.

"I can't believe you're here!" Came the voice of 625, he was bursting in his seat. "What brought you here?! When did you enlist?! Where's 626? Which floor is your room!? I can't wait to bunk with ya!"

"Reuben!" Gantu's voice rose to ring in the little genetic mutant as both of them stared at the little earth girl. "Let the earth girl breathe, and I'm sure she'll answer us." It was then Lilo Pelekani sat upright in her chair and crossed her legs.

"Thank you, Admiral, but I'm not a little girl anymore..." Was her heart racing slightly? Embarrassment came over him,

"My apologies, earth woman." How could he have made that blunder? "I guess it's been so long since we've crossed paths I still see you as that little child running around, chasing after dangerous experiments." Lilo's brown eyes blinked rapidly as she gazed up at him.

"I've missed seeing you guys, sandwich boi and big dummy. " She was giggling, Lilo's hands placed within her lap. "I'm just so relieved you're here." Gantu leaned forward on the desk hearing the old nickname, an almost playful scowl crossed his face. She was smiling back at him.

"Still a child I see, huh little tyke?"

"Are they calling you Admiral Blowhard yet?"

"Not yet, primitive earth punk. Still taking in suggestions."

"Captain Catfish?"

"That's Admiral Blowhard Catfish to you, and don't forget it, you little pain in the ass."

There was a silence between them before all three beings within his office burst out laughing. Blitznak, how long had it been since he belly ached laughed like all this? Gantu had his face against his desk laughing before pulling himself back to sit properly in his chair; Reuben was sideways his arm on Lilo and she slumped back still laughing as she wiped her eyes. Blitznak it was good to laugh.

Lilo collected herself, sitting up in her seat drying her eyes. "I was never a pain in the ass! That was Stitch!" Gantu did a quick wipe of his eye before grabbing unopened bottle on his desk, he was actually smiling as memories filled his mind of those years stuck on the mudball. He twisted the cap open letting the grain alcohol breathe.

"You were lucky you were a cute kid. Naming all those experiments like pets, always calling me names, foiling my plans to catch said experiments, and my absolute favorite..." Gantu was pouring the alcohol into three separate glasses, two small one large for himself, as he placed the drinks in front of the others. "...breaking my karaoke machine."

"I swear I never did that!" Lilo protested as she took the glass 625 handed to her, the three beings clinking each other's drinks.

"Don't care, little earth punk, you still owe me one. Drink, that's an order." And down the hatch the golden grain alcohol went. It burned the back of his throat. Whooo blitznak, that was strong!

"Now tell me, Cadet, why are you here?" Lilo began to fill in all details of her life since Gantu and Reuben went back into space.... blitz had time passed quickly.

"How is your sister? She ever marry that other human male who used to follow her around like a lost pup?" Gantu asked sitting back in the office chair, an almost knowing smile spread across his lips. "She had to have. The guy was practically part of your Ohana?" He noticed Lilo smile brightly.

"They did, I'm actually an auntie to 3 little kiddos!" Reuben almost jumped from his seat.

"Seriously! 3 little ones? You hear that, Gantu? I can pass my sandwich recipes down finally!"

"Please," Gantu himself was now leaning over the desk looking right at Lilo, "Please tell me if those kids are giving 626 a run for his money."

"Between time with me and Stitch, and uncle Jumba and aunt Pleakley, everyone is normally too tired to do anything, honestly." Lilo fixed her bangs and took another sip of the drink, "Oh yeah, all the kids chase Stitch day in and day out. He's back on Kauai helping while I'm up here for basic." Gantu leaned back lifting his drink to the ceiling,

"Paybacks a bitch, trog." He chuckled downing the last of the drink.

"What about yourself? Are you with anyone? And younglings?" The beige experiment clapped hoping for more little ones to pass things down to. Gantu noticed a slight flush of rose around the earthling's nose and cheeks, she looked almost mortified at being asked.

"No! No, no I'm not--nope! No kids from me.... Yet...." Lilo answered quickly. The Shaelek reached for the bottle quickly refilling the young woman's glass, delicately he poured a generous amount.

"Reuben asks the most invasive questions, doesn't he?" Lilo was almost downing it to which Gantu barked a laughed. "Easy there, Cadet, save some for the next wave of embarrassment."

"So my cuz isn't up here with you?" Reuben asked her his eyes scanning Lilo over. Even Gantu raised an eyebrow at that.

"Yeah," Lilo was sitting back against the seat her brown eyes cast down at the drink in her hand. He could hear her heartbeats quickening again, an almost sullen emotion emanating from her. "He stayed behind to help with the Ohana, the kids would be heartbroken with out him there... And you know, we keep the other experiments in line..." She glanced at Reuben for a moment. "Guess I'm alone up here."

"No you're not." It was instant. The moment the woman spoke, it was as if she was that little earth girl sitting in the seat before him. He could see the scared little child within her and something pulled at him. Gantu leaned forward and typed a few codes into the keyscreen. Certain images of Cadet 626 flashed upon the holoscreen, check marks turned from red to green, and with a few more key stokes Lilo's image had disappeared from under a rather stern looking lieutenant of a canine alien species to another screen popping up, one where Gantu's own image was placed on top.

"Well would you look at that? I filled that personal assistant position that's been vacant for years." The Shaelek placed both arms on the desk, his blue eyes studying Lilo as she took in all the information before her. "Personal assistants follow high ranking officers at all times, including missions. Unless deemed too dangerous. And they pay well too." He gave her a wink to which Lilo brought her hands to her mouth, a small smile began to spread. "Oh, and when you're not by my side, you are to be with Reuben. Blitznak knows he won't leave your alone..."

"You got that right, tyke! We have so much gossip to discuss!" The beige experiment placed his hand on the little earth girl... woman's arm, gently rubbing it. "You're not alone anymore, were technically Ohana anyway!" Lilo was wrapping her arms around Reuben holding onto him tightly, her watery brown eyes peering up back at Gantu... Ah blitznak, earthling ocular orbs were weapons by themselves!

"How can I ever thank you?" He heard Lilo ask him as she wiped her own eyes on her sleeve. Gantu paused for a moment feeling a smirk spread across his face.

"Replace the karaoke machine." He felt the laugh escape him as he stood carrying himself around the floating office desk, his position now in front of the earth woman hugging onto Reuben for dear life. "I'm kidding, you don't have to do that! But I only ask you follow one rule; you are to never put yourself in danger. Am I clear, Cadet?"

"Yes, Admiral,"

"I mean it, Lilo." His voice was stern as he pointed a finger at her. "When you are not at my side working, you are to be with Reuben. I don't want you alone at any time. You're the first Human to be here, and with that comes a certain amount of.... Unwanted attention." His backside was leaning against the desk both hands now planted on the top. He could see her shift uncomfortably in her seat, the memory of the jarheads in the Galley fresh in her mind. "If the boys get too rowdy, just holler and let them know old Gantu will rip their throats out... Or girls whatever you're into." It was the soft smile and wet eyes that did him in, as Lilo stood with her arms outstretched.

"No. No! I don't do-- Ah blitznak..." She was already hugging his leg tightly. Damn blitznaking kids making him go soft! Gantu leaned over his large hand patting her gently. "You'll be alright, kiddo, I promise."

"We gotta do sandwiches tonight! What will it be?! Ham? Turkey? Bologna? Classic PBJ? You name it, and old Reuben will make it!" The little earth woman's attention to his galley officer, both expressing excitement about the endless possibilities of sandwiches (...great....), The Shaelek paused to note how seemingly right it felt for Lilo to be here. He could see it... One day she would be sitting on the council or captain of her own ship... Blitznak, he could even see her wearing the same uniform as he one day, Admiral of the Galactic Armada, commanding the entire fleet... She was meant to be up here among the stars...

A ping notification went off on his wrist com, his blue eyes took note to the name across the screen. He let the visitor access clearance to walk in. With a slight hiss of the door opening, the visitor walked in his vision glued to the clipboard in his hands. He was a tall Shaelek, deep shade of purple with a lighter shade for his underbelly, well built for his age and rank, and he was wearing the traditional Captain's uniform; black flightsuit with long sleeves and red stripes along the sides. He was younger with only a few minor brawl marks on his fresh face. Upon his head were those aviator sunglasses Gantu gifted him when the young one became Captain of his own ship; his bright green eyes finally looked up and gave a salute... He was the spitting image of Gantu's late brother....

"Admiral, here are the blueprints for the new BRB 12,000 you requested." The younger Captain's voice was deep but still held a hint of youth to it, "There's 170 pages of illustration alone."

"At ease, Captain." Gantu watched the younger man relax handing over the stack of papers.

"It's going to be one hell of a construction job, sir. Hey Reuben! We making that beer battered sand--" The Shaelek Captain was making his way over to beige experiment waving at him...and paused... Stopped in mid sentence.... and Gantu took note the Captain's bright green eyes honed in on the earth woman standing. Reuben was already taking a few steps back to where Gantu stood, both men glanced at one another and back to the young ones before them. He could hear the pulse race within her, ah blitznak.... Was this....??? Gantu noticed Lilo was locked in gaze with the Shaelek staring back at her. Both seemed surprised at each others existence; there was a soft red color upon her cheeks as Lilo brought a hand fix a strand of hair behind her ear. The dark purple Shaelek with green eyes was the first to make a move. "......A-And H--Hel-Hello... To you too, miss...."

"L-Lilo. Im Lilo..."

"Ox. My name's O-Oximus..." Gantu watched the interaction unfold the young Captain bending down to observe the earthling before him. "You're Human... My apologies, I never met a.... Li-Lilo before..." It was then Oximus gazed up at him and Reuben, his bright green eyes wide, "Wait ..... Is she...??" A chuckle escaped Gantu as he nodded.

"Yes, she is. Lilo," he addressed her, "this is my nephew, Oximus." It dawned on him that Lilo didn't know he had other members of his family here on Turo... "Ox, this is the legendary little earth girl, who captured and tamed experiment 626 along with the other 625 experiments and assisted me in the arrest and detainment of Dr Hamsterviel, and..."

"She's the one you tripped over and fell off a cliff landing on your ass!!" Ox suddenly became animated as Reuben burst out laughing. "You're a blitznaking legend here! Did you actually get stuck with my uncle on some island with an experiment that shot flames at you guys?! And one that sank boats?! And one that stole everyone's socks?!"

"Oh that was Splodeyhead!" Lilo laughed, "there are tons of stories I can share, and a few of when Gantu caught some." He caught her brown eyes peering up at him and he had to shrug.

"If you insist."

"That's amazing," Oximus was standing now his hands behind his back. "The legendary Lilo here on Turo in the Galactic Federation. All the cousins back home will be jealous I got to meet you first." He said with a laugh to which Lilo widened her eyes. "We've been told stories from uncle Gantu all about his time on your planet... Is it true you humans strip bare and bake in the sun on the beach?"

"Guilty..." Lilo giggled as a soft rose color flushed against her cheeks, her eyes darted to the floor for a moment.

"I need to hear your side of the time you threw bird legs at my uncle's ship at the primitive earth festival." Ox was smiling brightly as Gantu felt the groan escape him.

"It took months to get the smell of earth fowl out, and so much grease stuck to the windshield..." both youngsters were staring at him now as the older Shaelek let out a sigh. "The festival had good ale though." Lilo happened to fall into a giggle spasm as she fixed her skirt.

"That was with Tank, and I'd be happy to tell you that story."

"Fantastic," Ox was now giving his uncle a look, and cleared his throat, "I'd like to make a request, Admiral, to borrow the human to join me as I retrieve the rest of the BRB 12,000 reports for you." Gantu studied the two for a moment, he could hear Lilo's heart beat faster at the mention of joining his nephew. There was an almost excited air around her and it caused the older Shaelek to ponder something...

"Request granted, Captain. The Cadet is my personal assistant and will have to learn the records hall after all. Be back at 1900 hours." Before he or Reuben could get another word it, both Ox and Lilo had given the salute to him and made their way to the door both exiting. Gantu stood in silence watching the figures walk down the hallway both talking animatedly.... He felt his mind swimming.

His hand reached for the bottle and his empty glass, and Gantu poured himself and Reuben a generous amount. When the little experiment gave him a look, he knew what the other was thinking ...

"So much for keeping herself out of trouble.." the old admiral spoke.

"More like she's found a permanent bodyguard...." Reuben said before he took a sip. "You think they'll want sandwiches at their wedding?" Gantu took a big gulp of the drink before glancing down at his friend.

"............... Probably."

"You're drinking that pretty fast there, bud..." Reuben was scrunching his nose up at him and Gantu shrugged.

"The realization just hit of Jumba and Pleakley might become in laws... One big blended ohana as Lilo would say." The Shaelek had to sign, he should be used to it by now.

"Yeah I mean, this kinda funs in the family... So when are you telling the tyke you married a human a couple years ago?" Reuben raised a brow with an almost playful sneer. To this Gantu barked a laugh placing his drink down and gave his friend a knowing smile.

"When Ox and Lilo both are granted leave for a weekend, and come for a BBQ... Then they'll meet Rachel." Reuben gave a quick pat on his friends leg,

"Your wife needs to give me that recipe for pulled swine meat sandwich, it's been years she has to give it up!"

"Blitznaking hell no, that's why I married her!" Gantu laughed pushing himself away from the desk looking at his wrist communicator; another ping notification. He noticed the time as a smirk spread on his lips. "I'm leaving early, are you alright with making sure those kids don't get into any trouble tonight?" Reuben quirked a brow bringing his face to a dead pan expression.

"I babysat you for 3 years, I think I can handle those two. Now go," the beige experiment started to shoo at him, "I'll watch the kids and make sure they behave! Tell your wife she owes me." Gantu was already grabbing his bag from his desk, the black sling over his shoulder as he looked back at his old friend.

"Have Ox put the reports on my desk, tell Lilo I'll see her tomorrow morning at 800 hours. Don't keep them out too late, 625." The scowl from Reuben was worth it. "Aloha~"

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His personal cruiser finally arrived out to a plot of land outside the bustling megacity of Turo. This place was far away from the chaos, a slice of tranquility if you will where every weekend time stood still. The house was not like the modern architecture of Turo, it was more Earthlike and homely he had come to like. For over a few acres tall grass grew fenced in around their property where a few bizarre looking illegal genetic experimentations who clung to his wife came to live out their mischievous Lives...His wife called it a ranch, he called it home.

As he made his way up the path to the earthling style home, Gantu could see the human sitting on the large porch; she was laying on the large wicker couch, three large critters laid around her in a protective cocoon. His blue eyes caught the floating lanterns' light luminating her long auburn hair in messy tressels around her, her back leaning against one reptilian experiment dozing off, her pale legs stretched resting on one of the marine experiments snoring away, her beautiful green eyes gazing deeply into the novel she held on her hand... The other hand gently stroking the green canine sock stealer's fur as it munched on one of her socks....

He reached the bottom step to the porch when 4 pairs of eyes peered up at him, the bright emerald orbs of the human he made a vow to a few years ago gazing up at him with excitement. They were his favorite. He watched his wife sit up, her dazzling smile always made his pulse skip a beat...

Gantu had to smirk... Boy would she get a kick out of this!

"Guess who finally enlisted." He could see the wheels in Rachel's mind turning as he climbed the porch steps tossing his bag to the floor and sitting next to her. He had to lift the marine critter like experiment so he could actually sit... the experiment stretched and curled back onto a ball on his lap. "Let's just say, I'm officially Old as Blitz now." Rachel's green eyes went wide at the realization and a huge smile spread on her lips.

"When is she coming for dinner?! You need to find out her favorite food so I can have it ready for her! And don't say sandwiches," Gantu rolled his eyes as his human partner stood pushing the marine experiment off his lap. "She's getting a proper Earth dinner, one that reminds--"

"Her of home." Gantu finished the sentence smirking at his wife. "I think she'll appreciate that very much." Rachel raised a brow an almost knowing smile spread on the soft petals of her lips.

"Maybe your nephew should stop by, you know, someone closer to her age to talk to?" He couldn't contain the laugh that escaped him, his hand rubbing his snout before he peered down at Rachel's inquisitive look.

"OH they met, right in my office!" His wife's stunned expression made Gantu laugh harder as he used his finger to check the air. "Beat you to it babe, completely by accident. Reuben's babysitting them so they don't get into trouble."

"You left the laziest experiment to watch your daredevil nephew and the experiment chasing earth girl?" His wife put her hands on her hips, "The Federation doesn't stand a chance!"

"No, I suppose it doesn't." Gantu let out a chuckle, his arm already around his human wife, "But, it got me out of work early to see you." Rachel's emerald eyes connected with his and they softened. Her smile spreading wider as she leaned her entire body against him.

"Want to sit out here for a while and watch the stars, hun?" The twilight was making her eyes sparkle and it made his heart skip a beat.

"For you," the Shaelek leaned down his snout touching the top of the earthling's head gently taking in her scent, "Always."

And they did, both sitting on their porch a bunch of illegal genetic experiments who needed a home huddled around them.... both watching the night skies and talking about their day. There was one thing for sure, Gantu was most certain.... this weekend was going to be one fun reunion.

[selmasemlan]

Serendipity in the Crescent City

Summary: Marcel knows there is something between him and Luna, he just needs a chance.

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Author note: I'm back with another part of this fic. I just can't stop

Warning: nothing just soft fluff

Word count: 626

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Serendipity in the Crescent City

The streets of New Orleans buzzed with life, a symphony of music, laughter, and vibrant colors. The air was warm and filled with the aroma of local cuisine, drawing in both locals and tourists alike to the festivities. Luna Salvatore found herself on the fringes of a lively festival, her curiosity piqued yet held back by her shyness. She watched the revelry from a distance, her heart yearning to join but her feet rooted in place.

As she stood there, lost in thought, a familiar voice broke through the noise, startling her. "Hey there."

Luna turned quickly, her initial surprise melting into a smile. "Oh, it's you."

Marcel Gerard stood before her, his usual charm evident in his grin. "The one and only."

Luna turned back to the festivities, her eyes reflecting a mix of longing and hesitation. Marcel noticed her gaze and stepped closer. "You want to join in, don't you?"

She shyly shook her head. "No, it's okay. Never mind."

Marcel's eyes sparkled with mischief and determination. "Come on, Sunshine," he said, using his nickname for her. "Let's not just stand here."

Before she could protest, Marcel gently took her hand and led her towards the heart of the festival. At first, Luna was hesitant, but Marcel's infectious enthusiasm soon had her smiling and laughing. They danced to the rhythm of the music, their movements fluid and carefree. They sang along with the crowd, their voices mingling with the joyful cacophony around them.

Throughout the day, Marcel asked Luna questions, his curiosity about her growing with each answer she gave. She found herself opening up to him, her usual reservations fading away in the warmth of his presence.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the city, Marcel walked Luna back to her hotel. The streets were quieter now, the energy of the festival giving way to a peaceful twilight. Luna turned to Marcel, a genuine smile on her face. "It's been a while since I've had this much fun."

Marcel's expression softened. "I'm glad. Seeing you happy makes it all worth it."

They reached the entrance of the hotel, and Luna hesitated, not wanting the day to end. She turned to Marcel, her eyes reflecting the myriad emotions she felt. "Well, this is me."

Marcel looked at her with a longing that mirrored her own. "Wait," he called out just as she was about to enter. In a flash, he was in front of her, his eyes earnest. "Can I have your number? I know you're only here for the summer, but... there's something here, Luna. I can feel it. It's like our souls are connected."

Luna laughed softly, trying to dismiss the intensity of the moment. "We barely know each other, Marcel."

He took a step closer, his voice firm yet gentle. "Exactly. That feeling is proof that this is something special. Maybe our souls do know each other."

She raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Are you, Mr. Gerard, claiming we are soulmates?"

Marcel's grin was unshakeable. "And what if I am?"

Luna chuckled, shaking her head slightly. She looked away for a moment before meeting his gaze again. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her phone and handed it to him. "Fine, then prove yourself my soulmate."

Marcel's smile widened as he took her phone. "You won't be disappointed."

As she entered the hotel, Luna felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of excitement and apprehension. She glanced back to see Marcel still standing there, his eyes locked on hers, filled with promise and determination. With a final smile, she disappeared into the lobby, her heart lighter than it had been in a long time.

[lappel-du-vide83]

Trash of the count's family has been living rent free in my head for the past month so here have me LOSING MY MIND OVER HIM <3

Warning this is quite long and has swears and only starts at around chapter 300

See if you can guess what was happening ;)

Tcf rants

Chap 355 ERUHABEN PROTECTING CALE AND RAON I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

352 why do I have no money? JSOWPWHEJEN PEPEFUCK YOUFUCKYOUFYUCKYOUm

And omg eruhaben picked him up LIKE A WET CAT WJWIOWQP

Like some point of record introduction is where the video call unbutton happens way before 350 why did I have to find calberu so late

OMG krs life is so sad " you were meant to die" 394

424 He and I are happy as well gahhhhhh cale crying stop QnQ

When you try to pay attention to the villains monologue but the voices in your head won't shut up 446

464  piggyback super funny bro gets carried like a haystack

485 self doubt is a bitch

BUT CALE RESOLVES IT THE VERY NEXT CHAPTER OMFG THAT WAS SO UGHHHHH <33333

THE BAIT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER AHHHH THERE'S NO SERVICE HERE

BRO that one chapter pls just LET HIM Cook

OMG "Please. Hyung-nim. I trust my smart hyung-nim.’

What in the goofy fuck is this arc (naru von ellejan)

543 was kinda cute dkwhy

582 The FEELS OMG LSH AND CALE HUG WJSIWPWPQLLQ

595 cale? Sparring? Training his physical body?? Impossible

601 BDAY CHAPTER YAYAAYy ALSO CALE HON NO STOP HURTING

602 ."God. You must have seen me die today." Holy fucking shit my dudes

"Cale had started at some point to caress Alberu’s mane whenever he had the time." kuxiydsljxkysiysitzjgzkyxou pls and thank you

Ws needs to STOP

605 ‘Even though he tells us to live, why?! Why?! Why does he push himself overboard each and every time?!’ WHY IS HE SO TRAGIC also choi han almost screaming cale instead of roksoo

"Choi Jung Soo looked as if he was about to cry as he responded to the weak voice." ubc am shakibg

Taerang is so funny omg

609 RAON IS JUST LIKE HIS DAD

612 ALBERU GOT A GUN

Let me see what you have

A gun

NO

613 "brightly as young Cale used to smile." awwwww

622 HIM SMILING BRIGHTLY OMGOMGOMG

623 "The Henituse household’s number one priority during that battle was-

‘To make sure that Cale survives.’" :OOOOOOOOO

The misunderstandings lmfaooo

626 ON AND HONG PART OF THE MOLAN HOUSEHOLD

LMFAO FREDO CALLING CALE SON AND THEN BASEN LILY AND VIOLAN LOSING IT

628 did not know duke deruth was chill like that

Poor guy cale bruh new member to caleism

644 Excuse me noble sacrifice???? Bitch you better not

646 INSTANTTTT

HE BETTER BE FINE "called the beginning and the end of everything." ISTG CALE IF YOU DIE

"Raon swore in the exact same manner as Cale before heading toward the terrace." RAON IS SO CUTE

652 RECONNECTION???? YOOOOO

655 THEY MEET AAGIN

656 STOP THIS HURTS ME BUT OMG OG CALE NOW KRS IS SO SJWOPWW

OMG why are they so wholesome to each other???

His mom bro omfg I am tearing

669 damn he's cold. But ig it's war bruh you gotta cold through the mess

670 just stab yourself they said. It'll be easy they said. BRO WHAKANDA REQUIREMENT IS THAT

671 AHH ANCIENT POWERS CALLING CALE " our kid"

The absolute disregard “Man, you talk to me so disrespectfully.”

680 THAT IS INSANE NO FUCKING WAY BRO

681 BRO DID HE JUST BITCHSLAP WS HE IS SO COOL THAT WAS EPIC

684 'cales in danger'? YOU FOOLS HE IS THE DANGER

And alberu spinning the gun??? How did he get so cool with it

685 MF JUST SOLOED THE WS THROUGH SHEER BLUFF HE IS SO OP

686 THIS PLACE ABOUTA BLOWW

687?? '“I finally think that my life is a bit precious.” CALE NO

He had an extremely useful worker BAHAHAHA

689 rasheel is so real

683 UPGRDAES PEOPLE UPGRADES

694 ALBERU IS TRULY A SIBLING OF CALE

697 HE DOESN'T EVEN REALISE HOW HYPOCRITICAL HE IS

BRO got a taste of his own medicine sit yo ass down and rest mf

699 OMGOMGOMGOMG

700 wait stop this is kinda sad

702 cale in his insane era

703 yo what is happening

705 foolishly thought there'll be angst but look at that potential

Alberu the og glib tongue

715 the sealed god better fucking stop before I beat yo ass

717 that gave me chills for some reason

720 shit not even cale is safe from the abusive childhood tragedy

BRO imma beat the ws up his stupid curse affecting krs

Also the plot thickens

723 clopeh is crazy in the best way

736 this entire arc bro cale is causing so much chaos

WTF why is krs life so sad bro

737 THE PLOT THICKENS

I love this arc wait they're supporting each other so much its so adorable

740 MF CLOPEH IS SPEEDRUNNING THIS THING LET'S GOOO

752 HE HIT HIM WITH A ROCK STOP

756 WHAT IS GOING ON????

759 AND HE STABS THIS MADLAD

760 CALE IS GONNA LIVE LOONG

And omg reactions!!

766 CALE FINALLY GETS IT

Karma bro

Sidestory 2-1 OG CALE FULL OF CLASS????

2-2 istg ogcale and krs ARE THE EXACT SAME PEOPLE "FLIP EVERYTHING OVER"????

2-3 HAHAHA I GONNA QUIT BEING THE MOST USED THREAT IS HILARIOUS

2.3 raon: can I be nice

Cale : no

WHY he so ruthless

BRO I just realised that this man has not sat down wtf he just finished fighting the sealed god let him REST

2. 4 "No matter what happened, the Crown Prince’s biggest ally was the Duke’s House of Henituse which had his sworn brother and his sword art instructor." GUYS

Ahh he was so sweet to the kid

2. 5 LET'S GOO MEET UP

2.14 wow that's insanely convenient that you need exactly 3 more assistants

2. 15 LET'S GOO MARY

RAON MADE HENI FROM HENITUSE STFU

2. 23 Mary tryna copy cale and alberu is so cute

2.23 WHY IS HE HURT????

2. 40 "The rejuvenated ancient Dragon smiled a lot more these days." AWWW GOLDIE GRAMPS

Also omfg cale stronk

2.41 so wait fire of destruction did become a god? How else does he know about super rock

2.49 AHAHAHA CHOI HAN GETTING CALE THE FUCKING PILLAR

2.55 damn our cale is strong

2.58 cale proving that once again, he is the scammer

2.59 nah bro this shit too goofy they're just waiting for him to faint

2.64 can we appreciate how fast choi han and sui khan protected cale like omg

2.65 GoD is so real bro is funny af

2.68 caleism ftw

2.70 LMFAO what does alberu want??

2.71 "I’ll give you the title of Minister of Finance. Will you do it?”" BRO IS ON HIS LAST STARW

2.72 BRO THE DYNAMIC HERE IS MWUAH AND EXCUSE ME?? ALBERU IS STILL HURT?? I WILL FIGHT SOMEONE

ALSO CALE NOT RESTING AND IMMEDIATELY GETTING AN INVITE IS RIDICULOUS

2.76 cale is too nice omg

2.79" H, human! I figured it out now! Clopeh has gone so crazy that he’s gone full circle and looks calm!" I FUCKING LOVE CLOPEH THIS CRAZY BASTARD

The foreshadowing here is nuts my dude

2.81 HELP ALBERU

ALSO THE FORESHADOWING IF HE GETS HURT ISTG

ALSO WHY IS ONLY MY MAN SEALED??

2.85 GAE-IL LMAFAOOOO

2.93 TOONKA REALLY WAS ABOUT TO THROW A CHAIR

2.96" up.? Who is above me" OMFG HELL YEAH

2.101 aww choi han and raon supporting him

2.104 AT THIS RATE HE WILL FAINT STOP IT

2.106 LMFAO THE CHOIS ARE SO AWKWARD

2.107 Jakqpqpq Ron using sneak attack to make cale rest

2.110 lmfao choi han is the best at knocking people unconscious

2.113  cale is coughing too much blood bro I know it doesn't hurt but godamn

2.116 I love dominating aura so much

2.119 I DIDNT KNOW I NEEDED CHOI HAN AND BEACROX SO MUCH

2.120 omg toonka found his bff

Tbc

In conclusion I love this story and everyone in it pls and thank you

[personnamedrose]

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hi!! i'm rose. i write indie songs in the internet infused with equal parts pop and rock. my latest release is called August Demo through Alabama’s (^_^) Records, it’s six tracks of awesome about being trans. I have a sizable back-catalog of stuff in my Bandcamp, too! I’m also in the bands The Everfree Forest and Peanut, Tree Nut, & Gluten Free with my girlfriend Jay and my friend Juno. we have a phone number at 626-460-0165 - call it if you wanna!

aside from that, I also lightly game. some of my faves are team fortress 2, earthbound, anything popcap makes, super mario 64, and guitar hero/rock band. musically I’m really into They Might Be Giants, of Montreal, Ween, the Apples in Stereo, the Beach Boys, Toby Fox’s compositions, and like a million other bands - my last.fm lives here

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hope we can be friends! also hope you dig my music if you listen!

[tumblydove]

Today I learned that there is an entire day dedicated to Stitch based on the number of his experiment 626.

Anyways, happy Stitch Day!