#i am literally eating this exact sandwich as I'm writing this

[chilcucked]

Put apple butter on your grilled cheese

[kobblefort]

Blackfaint: Origins 2

I feel that this entire song is emblematic of rat world, but the "conversation" part at 2:49 is most important for our purposes of understanding it. This is how I imagine all of the rats speak to each other and the kind of things that they speak to each other about. "Well not really because I fucking had to buy beer" "That's fucked up man" is the kind of thing they are all saying to each other with that exact cadence. I think the lyric "Raise your hand if the system has missed you, man" also applies to rat world because the system has quite literally missed us - we can't create military squads or appoint administrators because the warlord needs to at least appoint a caravan leader for us to get the Nobles & Administrators screen back and I don't think she gives a fuck - it's still Vakeek Malignreasons last I checked and yeah she's a little busy seeking that artifact and doing other dubious necromancer activities. But it's okay, we're just treating this like a challenge run. Rat world is kind of like how I live because there is no structure to my life and I have never held a single job for more than three months in a row. And I try not to drink alcohol anymore but sometimes I still do and I just immediately start scrolling through my contacts looking for people to flirt with, harangue about Media we both like, or ramble at about some story I'll never actually write (usually all 3 at once) I only have an apartment by literally an act of god extending divine mercy directly to me and it's a fucking mess where I eat the $1 for an 8-pack hot dogs from Aldi cut in half to make them lie flat on sandwich bread with just diced onions and seasoned salt. "You take what you get in rat world" is one of the things we say in rat world, besides "Fuck it!!" lol, thats the main thing we say in rat world but yeah there are other things we say in rat world basically.

There's only two and a half more Z-levels we have to grate up before the aquifer drain is complete and we never have to think about it again. Considering there's 11 levels from the aquifer to the drain that means out of the 176 grates we needed to make there are only 40 left.

This farmers' guildhall I'm making just to have it out of the way when it inevitably becomes necessary kind of looks like a buttplug. Oops almost out of food and drinks again :\ rat worlddddd

A problem is quickly becoming apparent: rats get upset over not wearing shoes, but rats can't actually make shoes. I'm not sure we will ever actually get a caravan from The Nightmare of Tunneling, much less any other merchants, and without being able to actually assign any squadrons, sending them out on missions to retrieve them from any poor settlement that catches my eye won't be possible either. Keeping seed stocks up is another problem, and since I'm running the mod that fully forbids the eating of plump helmets, we can't rely on the plentiful stock of those from the caverns. It's sort of just a race away from the bottom right now, constantly scurrying out to grab handfuls of boar tails and cave wheat and cook them up just to watch them scarfed down. I am, however, deeply enjoying the fucked up layout of this fortress so far. Maybe when we get 50 rats they will be able to elect a mayor and thus start having administrators? It's entirely possible we see the end of this fort without ever being able to use some absolutely critical features of the greatest simulation game of all time Dwarf Fortress. But nobody said rat world would be easy.

As a matter of fact it has just been confirmed that rat world is easy. The dwarves have come to wreak vengeance upon us!! And it's like what did we even do!? Sure we're part of a civilization known for havoc and pillaging and violence but none of us did anything! I literally went and checked! The only one who did anything is Ikeek Hatredeel.

And she never even killed a dwarf, just a kobble! Come on! Whatever you're mad about it probably wasn't us!!

The best we can do right now is breaking down the stairway and setting up hatch covers to bar shut just above the bedroom level, which is above the main floor. The dwarves don't seen to even notice the entrance to our little hamlet, at least, which is good. It's just as well, what business do we have up on the surface? All the plants are dead and what little we left in the wagon was just a few sheets and crutches. (I am notoriously bad at remembering to break down my wagon because I hate "all-purpose" stockpiles and only designate piles as they're needed, but I don't want my kobbles/dorfs/rats to leave stuff on the ground, so I usually just leave it there for like... a year at least.)

They just keep dancing around a dead tree. There's really no reason we can't wait them out, but then again, if a forgotten beast comes wandering in through the caverns, we'll be kind of fucked. But that's rat world dude. The thing about rat world is sometimes you're just helplessly scurrying around looking for plants to cook into the saddest little biscuits ever while some dwarfs come trying to maim you for no fucking reason. They've got a lot of silver weaponry, which makes sense because we are monsters, and the one with the steel crossbow could cause some real problems.

Giant monkeys appear, which is almost always cause for celebration, but ESPECIALLY now. They're not doing so great against the dwarves though.

We got some tablesss

Me too

The only way any food gets put on the table in rat world is by everyone scampering out to the caves every few minutes to grab more of whatever they can find growing wild on the floor, which has to be arranged manually. Then I manually have to go over to the kitchen and put "prepare easy meal" on repeat until it runs out, which is usually 30 seconds and 5~15 food units after I press it. If you'll permit me to be honest right now rat world is just really not feeling that sustainable. I'm not going to say like oh I give up and just let the dorfs come kill us all or whatever but you know sometimes rat world just actually sucks.

Speaking of shit that just sucks, I feel like the rodent men should be chill with us, but well...

They're not. Luckily, we're fucking fast in rat world, and as long as we keep the numbers right, stronger than them too. We can't just bar off the cavern since then we'd starve, so the only real option is just... every rat for themself.

But the truth is that rats together are strong. Do you not understand this, rodent people??

oh wait, this might be bad... Yeah we got nothing on steel weapons actually.

It'ikik ghoulscar, who was described as someone who was "made deeply uncomfortable by differences in culture or appearance," does not survive a stab to the brain. What should I not say he was racist?? Ohh his body's still warm you can't say he's racist!!! Well he was a racist is the thing. I don't think he'd even object to be called that. I don't know though because most people who'll admit they're racist are a lot less racist than people who vehemently refuse the idea that they could ever be racist. A guy who says "yeah i'm racist" is probably going to catch himself letting media/institutional/just stupid shit he thought when he was a kid bias cloud his judgment, but a guy who says "You're Calling Me RACIST??? That's Like Calling Me The N Word!!" has completely internalized whatever "FBI Crime Stats" are on HTTP colon slash slash BootSuckerNews.Cuck without even knowing what the words "materialist political theory" mean when you string them all together like that. Like I'm just going to say it I trust a guy who listens to Cum Town to actually not be evil when it counts a lot more than a guy who thought Million Dollar Extreme World Peace was a good show. Oh and for the fucking record I actually was a huge fucking MDE fan when they were new, I'm talking about the 00s when I was a teenager and they beat Tim & Eric to market with the "insane editing" game and did it way better. Shit like Malbone Trucking and Extreme BassFX were and are genuinely still funny, I don't care man, but the TED talk was basically the end of an era, all the shit that came afterward where Sam Hyde just records himself yelling into a mirror is absolutely fucking insufferable, and the fact that when they finally got their shot at TV after that they just made a fucking crappy sketch comedy show where all the jokes are edgy teenager trying to get in trouble bullshit instead of utilizing any of their previously many strengths is the biggest fucking let-down in the world, Sam Hyde let his ego blow up like a fucking car bomb and was helped along to do so by post-Stormfront invasion 4channers, 90% of whom just thought he was crazy and that it was funny to see a crazy guy yell into a mirror and record it with a cell phone, I will never not be so disappointed that it gives me a fucking ulcer about what could have been, sometimes I go back and watch College Cunts and it's almost hard to enjoy because it's like wow this is where it ended - this glimmer right here is the last diamond before they started just shitting. Oh god, what we lost. What did we lose again? Oh shit, yeah, the game. We're down to 18 rats.

Kikeek Menacebreeds takes one down. Nice, good shit.

The last remaining rodent person earned the name Nightsea from the fracas, and just starts camping one last area. He seems to stop being hostile and just lets everyone pass him as they run around the caverns freely. Maybe he'll make a good bulwark against the first forgotten beast we have to deal with, I don't know. For now he's just an annoyance. Youve got to take the Ws you can get in rat world that's one thing for sure. As an anarchist it annoys me that the game requires a strict military hierarchy in order for citizens to start arming themselves and training but I guess we can start putting down some traps. But first, you know, five rats need to get buried real quick before they start haunting this bitch. Also, a while ago a "Glassmaker" went into a strange mood and has just been standing in the door of their bedroom - Been there dude!! I have no idea what to do about that, I'm not bothering with glass here, they refuse to claim any kind of workshop so I guess I'll have to just let them do their thing and eventually weather whatever kind of tantrum they're going to have.

In the worst moods now are Eeteek Terrorslip, K'keek Attackdemons, and Vatekeek Learnedmaligns. Eeteek in particular has just really been upset over not owning any shoes. Embarrassed about it, angry about it, sad about it. Like I'm sorry. I would love to do something about it. But, well, I can't!! Maybe - and this is a big fucking maybe - we'll be able to make leather out of the rodent people and then maybe we'll be able to make shoes or at least boots out of their leather, but I'm not optimistic about it!!!

Oh that was fast. See Eeteek there's a guy you could learn from, she doesn't mind having no shoes. She doesn't mind having no clothes at all!! She's just fully embraced the mania in this bitch!!

Burial time, lol. Oh and despite the advent of some giant ibexes, a giant tick, and other random terrifying creatures, all 10 dwarves up on the surface are completely unbothered. Siege is going great for them. Ass holes

The "natural mist generator" is really not good enough to offset all the miserable violence, ratfolk don't particularly care for natural beauty anyway.

Kikiteek Jackalgranite suddenly has 11 fucking children, all of whom are good to go and get straight to work the second they're born. Dude what the fuck is even going on in rat world.

After setting up some cage traps around the cavern entrance (sorry, I know they're OP, but I need them for this fort lol) everyone cleans up the blood on the main floor and starts partying. Uhh except R'eekeek. R'eekeek dies.

It's still not really feasible to actually open the doors back up yet, but the tavern has been officially "opened to the public." I'd also like to start building a library but I don't know if this is the fort for it. Ratfolk library seems like a great way to get some necromancers on deck and well, necromancers are always a rare treat.

I'd really like the dorfs to fucking leave already too. There's actually some live prickle berries and red spinach on the east part of the map, but of course these Ass Hole's are just camping out here keeping us from prosperity. I cannot imagine that any rat still enjoys cave tubers but that's all we got.

After ages they finally fucking leave and we can go scoop up the goodies. Spinach and prickleberries baby!!! Sounds awful actually but when all you've eaten for like 9 months is the same thing it must taste awesome.

If it's not one thing it's always just another.

Our carpenter is caught out during the attack, but she's fucking fast. Every time she sees one of the rodent people she just dips the fuck out of there across the entire map, then goes back to just wandering around. We barred her in there, but we'll eventually have to do something... There's twelve rodent people running free, three in cages, and Srekitdret running around randomly like he's our fucking mascot or something.

She actually manages to do some serious damage, but she has other things on her mind, and would just really prefer not to fight I guess. The fact that there's a thing called "Holy Ape of The Faith of Tribes" sounds really interesting to me, I'll have to learn more about that. If we survive. Or actually if we die it'll be a good excuse to hop back into legends mode. So either one is fine by me!!!!! Fuck it!!!! Lol I hit the 30 image limit I'll probably update again tomorrow

[lilac-5ky]

hello mirto, i hope you’re doing well! i’m relatively new to your blog but it’s already one of my favorites. i don’t see many gintama accounts as of now and your writing is on another level. seriously— i binge read though all your works AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH. AND ALL THE TAKASUGI ONES ARE SO GOOD, ALL OF THEM ARE. im literally obsessed with your writing and am so glad i was able to find your account. i’m not good with writing requests but i was wondering if you could write a drabble or story with katsura smut. if you don’t want to, it’s fine! i just mostly wanted to thank you for your writing! please take care of yourself! again, thank you so much for your time and work! stay safe, happy, and healthy! 💗

Greetings, anon! Thank you so much for the support omg, I truly am grateful ;-; I started watching Gintama fairly recently and I was so hooked that I knew I wanted to write about it! This is my first time writing for a character from the show that isn't Takasugi and I really hope I did well. Katsura is the reason why I started watching this show, he is actually my favorite character alongside Takasugi, they are both really precious to me. And so receiving your request made me really excited, yet scared ahaha I hope I got him down well enough! Feel free to ask for more requests in the future and I'll do my best!

Once again, thank you so much for your kind words, they mean a lot to me 💜 Hope you have a wonderful day, please enjoy!

Katsura x Fem!Reader

Plot: While Katsura searches for a runaway Elizabeth, he comes across a hostess who's caught in the middle of a fight. Saving her life, he takes them in as she not-so reluctantly tries to pay him back.

Warnings: Smut up ahead, Minors Do Not Interact! Some mentions of violence too and of coursse, my horrible jokes that deserve warnings.

"Elizabeth! Elizabeth! Where are you?"

It was your typical Saturday night. People would be out and about, finding entertainment in the various nightclubs and restaurants of Edo, while Katsura Kotarou was roaming the streets, a bag full of croquette sandwiches in his hand. "Elizabeth! It's time to go home now!" He'd call out while examining every back allley he came across.

It had been two days since Elizabeth had ran away from home and while he wasn't particularly worried at first, part of him begun to fear for the wellbeing of his beloved companion. What if she hadn't ran away? What if someone took her to harm him? Last time a similar thing had happened, he had asked of Gintoki and the rest of Yorozuya to assist him. Asking for their aid again, he knew he'd face resistance, considering how last time he thought she was kidnapped, that was far from the truth. And so, Katsura begun to search for her on his own.

"Elizabeth, I even bought you croquette sandwiches! If you are here, let's go home." The man was getting more and more desperate with each time he called out to her. It was his fault, how she left, really. She had continuously expressed her disappointment over never eating anything other than soba noodles to him and yet he never stopped bringing them home to her. The last sign he saw her holding, contained the message "Maybe Gin-san has some leftovers", even including a sad face next to it. That Gintoki, always flexing his unhealthy eating habits, how could he even call himself a samurai when all he ate was parfaits? Still, maybe it wouldn't hurt to indulge once in a while and that was the exact reason why Katsura had bought this delicacy for Elizabeth. Perhaps that would make her forgive him.

Entering yet another dark alleyway, Katsura stood still for a while, considering his options. Maybe she really was taken by criminals after all, he'd think to himself while sulking. Clenching the bag around his fingers, he turned around, when he spotted a familiar figure. Elizabeth! She was standing in the middle of the street, waving her hands up and down towards his direction. Without hesitation, Katsura ran up to her, waving his hands right back at her.

"Elizabeth, I'm so glad to see you too! Look, I got you some-" As he approached her he noticed the frantic expression of her face. Even when he stood right in front of her she was waving at him towards their right. "What is wrong, Elizabee-" Before he could even finish calling her name, Elizabeth took hold of his hand as she dragged him with her.

Having no choice but to follow her, Katsura let her guide him towards the backstreet of a hostess club. Catching his breath, he was about to scold her for her actions, when the sudden scream of a woman caught his attention. Turning to face the direction of the sound, he spotted the silhouettes of five men that surrounded a woman. It was dark and so Katsura couldn't really see their faces but there was no mistaking it, that girl was in danger.

As he got closer, he could hear the men clearly, as they shoved the woman between them, slapping her and even kicking her with each toss.

"You no good whore, you think you can talk back to us? Haven't they taught you that the customer's always right?"

"That's what happens when you use that pretty little mouth of yours on things other than sucking." One of them said as he punched her jaw. The girl was crying, unable to do a thing but suffer in their hands. Clenching his fist around his sword, Katsura knew he had seen enough, he had to do something. Handing the bag to Elizabeth, he saw her holding a sign that said "Thank you, now go save her!", ushering him to help the girl.

"Don't you think that the five of you ganking up against a woman is a cowardly action?" He asked, revealing himself to the men, his fist tight against his sword's hilt.

"Who the fuck are you? Some sort of street vigilante? Piss off." One of the men said, making the others laugh in response.

"I'm not a vigilante, I am Katsura." He said as he drew his sword from its seath. "And I won't let the likes of you harass innocent women like this." Finishing his sentence, Katsura rushed to the man closest to him, slashing his sword forwards in a rapid movement. The man immediately shrieked, covering his now bloody cheek with his hands as he took a few steps back.

"My eye! My eye! What have you done?" He went on frantically while the others seemed to sober up, looking at their friend in shock.

"Next time I see you assault civilians, it won't be just the eye." Katsura said in a commanding voice, taking a step closer to the group of men. As they looked at one another, he heard them briefly discuss their options, before they decided to run away from him and the girl, going on about how it was't worth it.

"You'll pay for this!" The injured man said as he got dragged away by his friends, disappearing into the darkness.

Once they were out of sight, Katsura sheathed his sword, walking towards the girl, who was lying on the ground. Kneeling next to her, he nudged her softly, asking her if she could hear him. The girl remained still, not reacting to neither his voice nor his touch. Reluctantly, Katsura took ahold of her head while inspecting her carefully. Her entire face was bruised up and bloody, scratches covering up her otherwise appealing features.

"Those guys..." He muttered to himself, feeling enranged that such people stained the streets of Edo. There had always been sleazy men, there was no point denying that, but ever since the Amanto took over, it had only gotten worse. If only those Shinsengumi stopped going after a devoted patriot like himself and focused on actually helping the people of this country, Katsura pondered.

There was no point trying to wake the girl up at that point, he thought, looking down at her. She was unconscious and even if she woke up, her injuries would only get in the way. Turning around, his eyes searched for Elizabeth, as he beckoned her to come closer. He just couldn't leave this girl behind, not when others could take advantage of her state. Katsura had no choice but to take her with him.

"Elizabeth, come help." His companion quickly complied, rushing to his side, as he placed the girl's arm around his shoulder. Carefully, he lifted her up while Elizabeth took hold of her other side, balancing her between them. Once she was up and standing, the three of them begun to walk away from the scene, making their way back home.

The next morning, you found yourself waking up in an unfamiliar environment as you opened your eyes. Bright light pierced right through your eyes, forcing you to roll to your side in an attempt to avoid it. Before you could register what was happening, you felt sharp pain penetrate through your entire body, making you whimper out loud. Hesitantly, you turned back the other way, blinding light being the better choice in comparison to excruciating pain. Once you were laying flat against the floor, you noticed something, rather someone looking down at you while holding a sign that spelled "Are you okay?".

Blinking repeatedly, you took a good look at the person in front of you, only to realize that this "person" was rather a gigantic looking bird. Just what had happened to you? Was this a dream? Had you hit your head last night? Or was this an actual living bird staring down at you while inquiring of your wellbeing?

"You are finally awake!" (Bethesda please don't sue me for copyright infringement) You heard the voice of a man as you did your best to turn around. Unable to lift your head, you could only watch as the man approached you, kneeling besides you. Once you were able to take a better look at him, you gasped in awe; the man was exceptionally beautiful. He had silky long black hair that perfectly framed his large olive brown hues. His expression, although serious, was so gentle that for a second you wondered if the man next to you was of royal origin.

"I... where am I? What happened?" You managed to say in a hoarse voice. Even talking was painful.

"You were being assaulted in a back alley. Elizabeth and I found you and brought you home with us. Do you remember anything?" Squinting your eyes, you tried your best to remember what had transpired the previous evening. As if in a slideshow, random images begun to appear before you as you tried to piece them together.

"They were customers." You managed to say, this time in a clearer voice. "I... they forgot to pay and so I..." Shaking your head, you tried to shake the pain away with it. "I followed them but then they started pushing me around. Then it got black, that's all I remember."

"They shouldn't even call themselves men..." You heard the man say as he brought his two fists onto his lap, clenching them together. For a moment, his expression hardened as he looked away, obviously agitated by your response. After a while of him staying like this, the man turned to face you once again, his expression easying into his previous gentle one. "Is there anything you need? You must be hungry right? Are you also thirsty? Probably, and perhaps you'd also need some clean clothes, right?"

You tried your best to say that you were fine, but before you could utter a single word, the man was on his two feet, making his way towards the door.

"You are my savior... thank you." That's all you could manage to tell the strange man, as he turned around to face you one last time.

"Eizabeth will stay with you, ask her if you need anything while I'm gone. And I am not your savior, I am Katsura." The man said, as he walked through the door.

So that was Katsura, you thought to yourself. And this must be...Elizabeth? You wondered as you glanced over at the giant bird who was sitting by your side. Noticing your stare, she waved her wings at you, making you smile in return. They were an interesting lot for sure, you thought right before falling asleep once again.

The next time you opened your eyes, it was already nightfall. The only source of light in the empty room was that of the moonlight, sneaking right past the shutters. Carefully, you propped yourself onto your elbows. The pain was still there but you'd already start recovering. As you begun to get accustomed to the dark, something else caught your attention, a smell. Someone was cooking food. You hadn't even realized how hungry you were until your stomach responded to the delicious aroma.

Slowly, you got up on both feet, managing to drag yourself towards the half closed door of the room. Opening it, you saw Katsura and Elizabeth sitting around a simmering pot, watching it intently as it boiled while ocassionally tossing more ingredients in it. Unable to keep yourself up on both feet, you stumbled, falling against the door frame. Cringing, you tried your best to regain your balance while Katsura ran to your aid. Offering his hand, you shook it off. He had already done more than enough by taking someone like you in.

Making your way towards the table, you took a seat next to Elizabeth, who was holding the same sign she did earlier.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just... I don't think I can walk just yet." You admitted your own defeat while looking at the pot in front of you. The color seemed kinda off and there were lots of unidentified ingredients floating on the surface. Still, it smelled divine to someone who hadn't eaten a thing in two days. " What is, this?" You asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted to eat. So I got a bit of everything and put it in there. It has rice and meat and fish, of course it also has soba and as Elizabeth insisted, croquette sandwich." Katsura explained as you looked at him in confusion. Why would anyone put all that stuff in a single hot pot?

"You don't like hot pots?" He asked you as he picked up on your puzzled expression. Quick to deny his claims, you nodded negatively, shaking your hands in a dramatic way.

"No, I love them! Thank you so much, Katsura. You too, Elizabeth."

"Let me add one final ingredient before you start digging in." Watching intently, you saw Katsura manifesting a bunch of Nmaibo packagings out of thin air. Well, at least that's what it looked like, considering the one thing he did was reach inside his sleeves. Leaning over the pot, he crushed the Nmaibo before tossing the powder inside the mix, giving it a good stir. You tried your best to hide your repulsion and confusion, pressing your lips together in a thin line. Even if the man before you was the very man whom you owed your life to, there was no doubt, his culinary skills lacked.

Still, you didn't want to offend him and so you eagerly grabbed onto the bowl he offered you. Dipping your spoon inside the soup, you brought it to your lips. Although the combination of tentacles, beef, nmaibo and whatever spice Katsura had thrown in was definitely weird, it wasn't too unpleasant to taste. Not that you had a particularly refined palate either, but the food turned out to be quite tasty.

"How is it?" Katsura asked you once you had taken more than a few bites.

"It's delicious! Thank you for the food, you really are my savior!" You exclaimed while swallowing a mouthfull.

"No, Elizabeth, it was the Nmaibo that made it tasty, not the croquette sandwich. I can't even believe you made me put such a thing in it. Maybe we should go back to eating soba noodles."

Turning to face them, you noticed Elizabeth holding a sign above her head that spelled "She liked it because of the croquette sandwich". Upon hearing Katsura's words, Elizabeth erased her sign, keeping the words "croquette sandwich" only, but this time a row of exclamation marks followed the word sandwich. Katsura kept opposing her, talking about how simple and refined tastes were the way to go, about how a samurai shouldn't indulge in such modernities and about how Elizabeth should stop interacting with a certain man named Gintoki. You kept eating your food in silence while watching the two of them argue over things, the debate between them getting more and more heated as they even slapped down on the table.

Before you knew it, you begun chuckling at the sight of them, squinting your eyes in amusement. Being able to eat like this, watching these two strangers fight one another over such trivial matters, you got reminded of what it used to be like when you were nothing but a young girl, dining with your own family.

Your sudden burst of laughter made the two of them stop as they turned to face you, confused by your reaction, as they expected an answer.

"N-nothing I'm sorry! It's just that... looking at you reminded me of my home, my own family. My siblings used to fight like that over food as well."

"There's nothing to fight over, as long as Elizabeth fixes her eating habits." Katsura stated before shooting a mean look at Elizabeth. "Speaking of your home and family though, who are you? We don't even know your name."

"My name is Y/N. I work at the Wisteria hostess club near Kabukicho district. My family is in the country side, I came to Edo by myself in order to support them. I... I'm not particularly good at anything, but entertaining customers is an easy job and I can at least provide for them like this."

"So that's what you meant by customers earlier. I see, it must be hard for such a young woman to work in an environment full of sleazy men. And to think that you are only here in order to provide for you family... I am so sorry Y/N." Katsura said with a serious voice. Even the way he called out your name was extremely formal, as if he was addressing a general, rather than a girl of your status. He was too kind and soft spoken, and for sure, a hostess like you didn't deserve such kindness.

"Don't worry about it, it really is fine. Most of our customers are polite enough, such inconveniences are rare. Besides, it's always the customer who's right, we can only bow our heads and treat them with respect." That was the harsh reality of being a hostess. No one would thank you, no one would apologize even if they were wrong. To most people, girls like you were lesser than humans, they were just products they could use and abuse before throwing away. You didn't particularly mind it, besides it was the line of work you had chosen for yourself. However looking at what a truly kind man looked like, you couldn't help but wish there was a chance that one day, you'd be able to wed such a man yourself. Even if the possibility was dim, a girl of humble origin such as yourself, could only dream.

"But this is wrong! Just because you work as a hostess, you shouldn't let people trample you down. You should keep your head up high, not bow down in the face of injustice! If they are wrong, they should apologize, if they are entertained, they should be thankful. Men who look down on women like this don't belong in our Edo, such inequity doesn't belong in our country!" Widening your eyes in awe, you watched as Katsura got up, bringing his fists back down against the table violently. You had never seen someone speak up like this, not about something that you had taken for granted your entire life, at least. His words were ever so passionate, speaking of the country you lived in with such endearment while contempting the acts of these men. You could tell this wasn't the face of an ordinary passerby who came to your rescue, no, this was the face of a man who truly cherrished his country and his ideals.

"Th-thank you. No one has ever considered us as humans, not even once. You are a good man, Katsura, I wish there were more men like you out there." Even if you thanked him a million times, it was still not enough for what he had done for you. This wasn't the first time these men had caused trouble to you and the other girls, however if he hadn't saved you, who knew how far they were willing to go. The scars on your body were still fresh, but hearing Katsura's speech managed to mend the scars in your soul, even by a little bit. He was right, you shouldn't bow your head to the likes of them, however living by this code of life was a luxury you could never afford.

"Don't mention it, Y/N. Although there aren't many of us left, there will always be people to defend Edo with their swords, leading life with honor and integrity. No Bakufu or Amanto can take that away from us." Katsura said as he sat back down. "Now let's eat, hot pot should be enjoyed while it's warm."

The rest of the evening went by in relative quietness. While Katsura and Elizabeth exchanged a few words here and there, you ate in silence, appreciating the calmness while it lasted. It was too late to go back to the bar today -plus even if you wanted to, you couldn't carry yourself around just yet- but come tomorrow, you'd be taking your leave. Being a nuisance to the man who had saved your life was the last thing you wanted to do.

Once you'd finished eating, Katsura gathered the plates up, taking them to the kitchen. You wanted to assist him but once again, your body was too weak for that. He had already done so much for you, yet all you could do was accept his kindness. Sighing, you propped your chin on your elbows. You couldn't help but feel as if you were taking advantage of him. Noticing your sigh, Elizabeth nudged you, waving a sign in front of you that asked you what was wrong.

"It's nothing... I just feel bad about being unable to return yoour kidnness. Perhaps once this is all over, you can come over to the bar and I can treat you two."

Nodding in agreement, Elizabeth changed her sign into one that said: "I'm going to buy something sweet. Tell Katsura I'll be away for a while, but don't tell him where I go."

Smiling at her, you patted her arm softly. "This will be our secret, don't worry about it. Take care!"

A short while after Elizabeth had left, Katsura returned to the room, looking around him in confusion. "She had something to take care of, don't worry about it." You immediately tried to justify her absence but he was having none of it.

"I'm sure she went to the candy store again. Ugh, she is incorrigible! She didn't even ask me if I wanted anything." You expected to hear yet another lecture about why eating sweets was against the samurai code, however listening to the man complain about not getting any himself, made you laugh out loud.

"I'm sure she'll bring you some too. Elizabeth is as considerate as you are, Katsura."

"She'd better... Erm I mean, she shouldn't! I'd never succumb to such temptations." He said with a scoff. Hearing him deny his previous claims made you laugh even more. For a man who wanted to upkeep his own values, he sure was wavering a lot.

"It's getting late, you must be exhausted, right? Let me help you up." Once again, without awaiting your response, Katsura rushed to your aid. Placing his arm around you, he dragged you onto your feet. You wrapped your left arm around his neck, as he helped you walk towards the bedroom. Using him as a crutch, you managed to reach the futon with ease. Although walking wasn't as hard for you anymore, a shameless part within you enoyed the feeling of receiving care from him. His warmth was so inviting and you couldn't help but linger a bit more against him.

As Katsura was about to bring you down with him, you lost your balance, falling hard against his body while he barely managed to keep you steady. Except now his hand was cusping your chest while your face was inches away from his. Looking up at him, you noticed his cheeks flushing red in an instant, as he looked back at you with wide eyes. Before you could register what had happened, Katsura let go of you, causing you to fall on the floor with somewhat of a thump.

Apologetically, he dropped on the floor next to you, chanting repeatedly "I'm sorry" as he helped you sit down on the futon. The sudden fall made your body ache in pain but the one thing you could think of was the way his hand held onto your tits just seconds before. His face was still beetroot red, even when he was apologizing to you. This wasn't the first time a guy had groped you like this, however it was the first time someone was blushing so hard because of it. Katsura was quite the endearing type, you noted to yourself, unable to hide your smile.

"Are you okay? I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to make you fall. Or touch you in such an improper manner."

"I'm fine, don't worry about it." You said in an attempt to brush his concerns off. The pain was still there, but it wasn't enough to concern Katsura with it.

"Well, if that's the case... I'll be going now-" Stopping his words, you moved your hand onto his lap, patting down on it softly. Katsura, who was about to get up at the time, stopped moving as his stare traveled all the way down to your hand.

"Can't you... stay with me?" You hesitantly asked him while rubbing your hand against his knee softly. Katsura's blush kept getting bigger as his eyes intently watched your every move, too shocked to say a thing. "I'd like to thank you for all that you've done for me. You were right, such foul men shouldn't get to treat us hostesses like that. Why should we even service them if they don't deserve it?" You went on as you kept rubbing him, raising your hand higher onto his thigh. "I don't have anything in my name and I could never pay you back. But if you let me, I could at least try to return your kindness the way I know how. Will you let me do that for you, Katsura?"

The man before you was staring back at you in disbelief. He didn't exactly pull away from your touch, but he was standing still as a statue. Smiling at him softly, you leaned towards him, placing a soft kiss on his lips while you kept on caressing him.

"Y-y-you really don't need to do that! I was just doing my duty, like every other conscientious citizen would have. There's really no need for you to a~AH!" Katsura whined as your hand made its way towards his crotch, palming the clothed area. As you did, you could already feel him tensing up under your fingertips.

"But I insist. Besides, you are reacting to my touch so nicely. It'd be shameless of me to not thank you properly. No one is as kindhearted as you are, Katsura." You went on as you started applying more pressure. Even though he tried to push you away with his words, you could tell that he was enjoying your touches.

"I... I guess that is fine." He admitted in defeat, looking at the floor in an attempt to hide his blushing expression. Flashing a grin, you moved closer to him, bumping your knees against his as you brought one hand to his face. Brushing his cheek with the back of your palm, you could feel the heat underneath your fingers. You couldn't even fathom how cute he was.

Katsura lifted his head slightly in order to face you, his eyes refusing to lock in with yours. "You have such a pretty face. Your eyes are so gentle, just looking at you makes me feel all warm." Bringing your lips to his, you kissed him again, this time more firmly. His lips were as soft as you'd imagine them to be and while they weren't as inviting, you could tell that he begun reciprocating as he kissed you back. Hesitantly, Katsura placed one arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Although he was quite careful, you could still feel the pain cutting through you like a knife, making you twitch ever so slightly.

"Are you sure you are okay? What if you get even more hurt?" Katsura broke away from you, his eyes looking at you with evident concern. Shaking your head, you tried your best to feign a smile.

"I'm fine, don't worry about it." You said in a reassuring tone.

Looking down at your own body, you noticed for the first time the state of your clothes. They were all muddy and the fabric was quite worn out too, most likely by the fall. Getting kicked around in an alleyway was not the most pleasant experience. Placing your two hands around your kimono's belt, you glanced up at Katsura. Untying it hastily, you let it drop onto the futon, exposing your naked form to him. You could tell there was a handful of bruises covering you up, yet you were unsure of the extend of the damage. Taking ahold of Katsura's hand, you placed it on top of your thigh as you stared deep into his eyes.

"Would you like to touch me?"

"I...uh..." Nervously he tried to give you an answer but all he managed to do was blush even further, averting his gaze from you.

"It's fine if you don't want to, I know the bruises must be quite unappealing for you to see. Instead I can just-" You started to say as you picked up your kimono in an attempt to cover up yourself, when you felt Katsura's hand trailing up to your chest. Placing his hand on top of your breast, you felt him cusping them softly.

"I-I want to touch you. Your bruises aren't something you should be ashamed of." He said firmly as he managed to look into your eyes. He was too kind, you thought to yourself yet again.

While he kept his one hand squeezing you tightly, his other hand roamed your body freely, feeling each and every of your curves up. His touch sent chills up your spine, the sound of your breathing being the only audible sound in the room. The way he touched you was unlike anything you'd previously experienced. While you didn't really sleep with customers too often, the ones you had been with had always been rough and aggressive with you, claiming you with their hands as if you belonged to them. You appreciated the change of pace as for once, you found yourself in the hands of someone who knew how to savor you without treating you as if you were no more than a mere object. Even when you barely knew the man in front of you, being in his hands like this made you feel safe, protected even.

Letting him have his way with you for a bit, you brought your hands onto the belt of his kimono, tugging on it softly. Katsura stopped his movements as he stared at you. "May I?" You asked him, earning his permission in the form of a nod. Swiftly, you managed to undo it, letting it drop around his waist as your hands pushed the fabric of his kimono to the side. Gaining access to his body, you placed your hands flat against his chest, feeling his toned muscles underneath your fingertips.

Katsura's moves had come to a complete halt as he let you touch him, looking at you intently before placing his hand on yours. You looked up into his eyes briefly, as he captured your lips with his, prying your mouth open with his tongue. The way he kissed you was gentle, yet steady and you could feel that he was finally letting himself enjoy the moment. Closing your eyes, you savored the moment, savored him, all the while fooling yourself that this stranger wasn't just a guy who had saved you, that you weren't just a damsel in distress who tried her best to thank her savior. You were fooling yourself that in that moment, this man cherished you as much as you cherished him, that in this moment you weren't simply returning a favor to him, that in this moment, this was real.

Pulling back for air, you smiled softly at Katsura. His eyelids were half shut, face all flustered as he was still enticed by the kiss you had shared. Even his lips were shaped in a faint pout, beckoning you for another kiss. Instead, your hand made its way onto his hair, feeling the softness of it as ebony strands fell in between your fingers. Even in your line of work, you had never come encountered someone whose hair was as silky smooth.

Slowly, you used your other hand to push his kimono off his shoulders. The way his dark strands cascaded upon his bare shoulders, made him look even more mesmerizing than before, you thought to yourself as you kept petting him.

Katsura had surrendered himself to your touching, practically letting you have his way with him. Keeping one of your hands attached to his hair, you used your other hand to reach down below onto his cock. Realizing how aroused he already was by your gentle caresses, you couldn't help but smile.

"You are so responsive to my touch already, Katsura. I wonder if you'll be as compliant even if I do this." Placing your hand around the base of his cock, you started stroking it sensually, making Katsura immediately moan loudly. "Do you like this? Should I keep on going?" You asked as you kept running your hand all over his length.

"Y-yes please, it feels so-sso good." Katsura admitted as he kept on making sounds. You could tell that he had trouble looking at you, considering how he kept shutting his own eyelids, even going as far as to cover his face with both of his palms.

Removing your hand from his hair, you cusped it over his hand gently, making him uncover his face. Even though part of you wanted to tease him for his reactions, looking at his messed up state only made you squeal on the inside. He was so adorable.

"Katsura, don't be embarassed. Don't hide your pretty face from me and please, keep it up with your lovely sounds. I want to know how good I make you feel. Besides, this is my thanks to you, remember?"

Nodding at your words, he let his hands fall onto his sides while you brought your own hand back onto his head once again, patting it lightly. "Thank you. You are such a good boy." You complimented him with a genuine smile.

"Th-thank you." He mumbled, doing his best to keep his eyes on you.

Satisfied with his compliance, you turned your attention back to his cock. Wrapping one hand around the base, you begun pumping him up and down, slowly yet steadily. He was quite average in size yet because of this, he fit just perfectly in your palm. As you kept stroking him, you let your other hand travel onto his balls, squeezing them softly as if to massage them. The second you touched him there, Katsura jerked a bit away from you grasp, whimpering out loud.

"Do you like it that much when I touch you like this?" Unable to answer, Katsura nodded positively, encouraging you to keep going.

As your fingers kept stroking him, you noticed some precum leaking from his tip. Gathering it up with your index, you brought your finger to your lips before smiling at him. Katsura parted his lips slightly in awe as he watched you suck on your own finger. Making an exaggerated 'mmm' sound, you let it pop out of your mouth, showing it off to him.

"You taste so good in my mouth, Katsura." You said as you licked your bottom lip teasingly. "Can I have some more?"

"Please do." He whispered quietly.

The second your lips touched the tip of his cock, you felt him twitch against your tongue. Pushing your head against his length, you took as much of him as you could in your mouth. With your tongue, you savored every last inch of him, curling it around his cock as you felt him throb. Katsura kept making rather obscene sounds, responding to your every move obediently, letting low groans and more high pitched moans evade his lips. You had so effortlessly made a mess out of it and while you were glad that you were able to pay back his kindness, part of you couldn't help but feel pride.

As you kept going, you were surprised to notice that in between his moaning, he was actually calling out your name, ushering you to keep going. Glancing up at him, you locked your eyes with his as you started going faster, bobbing your head up and down on his length, feeling him hit the back of your throat with every movement. Reacting to your pace, Katsura kept calling your name out, louder each time until his words turned into an incoherent slurring. You could tell that if you kept going like this it wouldn't be too long until he'd finish and so, you pulled back away from him softly, keeping only one hand around his cock.

Taking his right hand into yours, you placed it on top of your head as he lowered his gaze. "Katsura, you can cum now if you want. You've been so good for me... please let me taste you, mhm? And... please keep calling out my name."

Not waiting for a response, you lowered your head once again until your lips fell upon his tip. Taking it into your mouth, you started to suck on his skin, playfully grazing your teeth around his head. Reacting to your touch, Katsura shaped his hand into a fist as he pulled onto your hair lightly. Catching you by surprise, Katsura grabbed onto your hair as he pushed your head forcefully, making you choke around his length. Momentarily you glanced up at him in awe; this was so unexpected of him. Katsura kept his grip on you as he guided your head up and down, essentially fucking your mouth. Although you liked how gentle and obedient he had previously been, you'd be lying to yourself if you claimed that the way he handled you now wasn't turning you on.

Following his instructions, you let him set the pace as you kept your eyes glued to his face. His head was sllightly tilted backwards, enjoying every last bit of pleasure you were offering him. Even though you could feel him slowly come undone, you realized that he was still following your order, chanting your name repeatedly in a breathy tone.

"Y/N, you feel so... so good around me. I'm going to...I'm going to..."

Not too long after, you felt his grip tightening as his cock begun twitching and throbbing around your lips. You kept at the same pace, until you finally felt him spilling his cum in your mouth. His taste was slightly salty and metallic, yet not particularly unpleasant. With a few final pumps, he let himself pop out of your mouth as you were left gasping for air, drool and cum leaking out of your lips. Katsura opened his eyes to look at you, his chest going up and down as he panted. Although you were the one doing all the job, you could tell he was also out of breath.

Lifting yourself back onto your knees, you swirled your tongue around your lips, gathering as much of his cum as you could before swallowing it down. Katsura's hand begun stroking your head softly, repeating small thank you's as he rode his high. Even now, he was as polite and courteous as ever. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to indulge in this feeling, it was rare for someone to thank you for your services, even after doing a good job. The way he pet your head like that, made you feel warm on the inside as if he was caressing your heart instead. It felt so nice to receive his affection, it had been such a long time since you'd last felt the genuine affections of a man.

Once Katsura regained his composure, he retracted his hand, quickly tying his kimono back around his body. Following suit, you begun dressing up as well, while Katsura got up. Puzzled, your stare followed him as he briefly exitted the room, coming back with a clean towel. The man sat besides you, taking your face in between his hands as he gently wiped the remaining cum off your lips and jaw. Locking eyes with his, you couldn't help but feel your heart fluttering a bit at his gesture. Such kindness... you were unworthy of it. Even when you tried you pay him back, you were finding yousrelf owing much more to him than before.

Taking a final look at your face, Katsura smiled softly before pulling the towel away from you. Leaning towards you, he placed a soft peck upon your lips, smiling away shyly right afterwards.

"You... you should stay longer if you want. At least until your wounds heal up." He muttered underneath his breath.

Although you knew that by doing so, you'd be unable to ever pay him back, a part of you wanted to accept his offer. You wanted to stay there with him, you wanted to learn more about him, you wanted to allow yourself the luxury of loving someone like him. Even if you weren't worthy, even when it made no sense, a humble girl like you couldn't help herself but selflshly reach out to him. Placing your hand on his right cheek, you brushed a loose strand of hair out of the way, rubbing your thumb against his skin. You could tell that he was blushing underneath your touch, yet this time you were certain that your cheeks were tinted red as well. Smiling at him softly, you nodded positively. Perhaps staying a few more days wouldn't be so bad, you thought to yourself.

Forcing the two of you out of your trance, Katsura and you jumped away from each other as Elizabeth entered the room, two bags on one hand as she held onto a sign with her other one.

"What are you doing?" The sign spelled.

"N-nothing! I was just helping her sleep, I mean... escorting her to her room! We didn't, I didn't!" Katsura frantically tried to explain, waving his hands in a dramatic manner. "And whats with the bags? Elizabeth, don't tell me you brought back sweets again! Let me see, let me see!" He said before jumping onto his feet, making his way towards Elizabeth who started running around the room.

"Elizabeth! Come here!" You heard Katsura yell as he chased her through the room.

Enjoying the sight of their bickering, you allowed yourself to laugh heartily in amusement. Although you knew next to nothing about this strange duo, you got reminded of your family once again. Perhaps one day you could have a family like that of your own, perhaps... Shaking the thought away you scoffed at your own silliness. You could never afford to have such silly and selfish thoughs for yourself, yet maybe, maybe it was fine just this one time. Maybe it was fine to just watch them from up close. Maybe staying longer, wouldn't be that bad of an idea.

Hopefully this turned out good enough! While I love Katsura, I'm not used to writing about characters like him so I tried my best to capture his essence as a serious yet kindhearted yet lovable terrorist samurai. That's about it, once again thank you for the request, hope you liked this!

[undergrounddweller89]

(look you don't have to like this, I'm not expecting anyone to, I just needed to write and if there's the possibility that even one person was hoping I'd write more and enjoys it then that's cool, just don't be a dick about it, it's more house mate au stuff, don't hope for continuity by that I mean it's just all over the place and nothing makes sense , just expect what ever came to my head at the time lol)

Walter was sat at his work table, fiddling with one of his new devices working on to perfect it, no I can't think of anything specific so I'll let you fill in that with your imagination.

The day had been long, his lab assistant Timothy Lawrence (Yea that Timothy if you know him because reasons) had been pretty quiet but done as told so at least that made it easier.

He was tired as the day had gone on his mood had sunk, what was he doing teasing Killian like that, honestly spanking him with the hair brush, he knew some of the things Killian had been up to.

But it was more likely a sign of marking territory or just because he had needs right and it was exciting to do things where you shouldn't.

The blade he was handling slipped and ran across the pad of his index finger, he hissed in pain, seeing the blood smear under the blue latex, pooling to drip, focusing on the red colour he hadn't even noticed Timothy running to fetch the first aid kit.

Pulling his gloves off he discarded them and popped open the box that had been set on the table.

"Thanks Timmy."

Walter smiled a little as he tended to his finger, he hated how the skin felt parting every time he flexed his finger.

Cleaning up and applying what was needed, thankful it wouldn't need stitches.

He wondered what Killian was up to, watching TV, reading maybe, did he eat, did he have enough to drink, was he in a depressive mood, was he mad that hed spanked him, he really should send a message.

Pulling his phone from his lab pocket he texted him.

'Hope you're day has been good, hope you're well, sorry if I upset you this morning.'

He shifted and rubbed a shoulder, he didn't realise how stiff his back had gone, being in charge of a division meant he'd somewhat lost track of self care making sure to do his stretches.

Timothy stood here watching his boss, lot better than the last one, this one was kind and genuine, always looking out for people, honestly Beckett made him feel safe and relaxed, he wasn't looking for anything serious but even he could see that furrowed bow and the lean that spelt hey I'm exhausted let me die.

Walking around and behind him he slowly massaged his shoulders, they were small and rather petite for someone Walter's age but it was more lean muscle and just body build, he just hadn't seen many men like Walter where he'd come from, he was rather pretty.

Walter had considered telling him to stop but when his fingers pressed into that one perfect spot in his shoulder blades he melted, ooooh that just felt so damn good and shit when was the last time he'd had contact, had someone be closer to him...he liked Killian...wondered if they could be more, but he didn't believe for one second that they could be lovers or bed fellows for one moment...not that he wouldn't be interested in finding out but Killian had been there a month, like he wasn't going to make him uncomfortable and feel like that the only way he could stay was if he dated him.

(I keep forgetting times or how many days set shrugs just don't expect like decent continuity, I write these because I need to just write things and moments)

Walter leaned forward arms folded and face buried in them

"Sorry sir, am I doing that badly?"

Timothy's enquired nervously, his hands going still.

"No, please don't stop, I literally didn't realise how stiff I was, you have good hands, I'm just so tired Timothy, I could really use it if you don't mind that is."

"Not at all sir."

Tim smiled happy to know he was helping, yes much nicer than his last boss, Walter was smart but he was also fragile, like him he loved his mother and when he'd heard Walters mother had died when he was small he wanted to scoop him up and just hug him.

A talk with Lance at one point and he'd learned that was a natural reaction for anyone with a heart around Walter who didn't have their head up their ass.

Which had practically been the last tech department Beckett had worked in, that totally wasn't cool that they'd done that to such a brilliant mind, it was so much fun working on items that didn't kill people and actually helped them!

Walter was imagining the fingers loosening the knots in his back were Killian, wondered what that would feel like with those pretty metal claws, but he never forgot it was Timothy, after all Timothy deserved more respect than that.

Looking over his shoulder at him, auburn hair flopping off to one side, Tim's hands on his waist he noticed the subtle blush.

"You wanna go grab some dinner or something in a minute there's a corner café I know, makes steak sandwiches and baked potatoes with a perfect crispy skin, a warm meal sounds pretty nice don't you think?"

Tim in the angle he was in was trying not to think about how suggestive this looked, he would absolutely lean down and kiss Walter if he thought it was an option, it really was a casual thing he felt, but Walter just looked so pretty and like he needed someone to carry him right now.

Continuing to rub his back Timothy nodded

"Yeah that sounds pretty nice actually."

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At home Killian had found plenty to do, he'd read, watched tv, all in Walters bed of course, just to feel close to him as he could, he did wonder after handling himself, if Walter could see him as anything more than a friend, someone more than a few passing jokes between the other...turning his head and taking in his scent as he buried his face into a pillow again, looking forward to seeing those blue eyes...he should really get out of Walter's bed and get the covers washed.

Beckett brought comfort to his mind after his years of suffering, the sunrise after the storm.

He'd talked to Lovey, wondering if she could understand him, she was surprisingly responsive to his rambling as he worked on his arm, updating the tech and keeping up with maintenence.

Living here with Walter and slowly working past things with Lance and seeing he had genuinely started changes of his own, it made it easier with how Walter talked about him on the job, that he considered all options before violence and discussed the situations with him...it was good to know Beckett had helped Lance to.

He was glad to know Walter's field partner was a good one, though his lab partner, this Timothy Lawrence seemed to be pretty chummy didn't he, he'd seen a picture, thick brown hair, heterochromia eyes, blue and green to be exact and a chiseled jaw, in other words a damn pretty boy and he didn't want him around Walter.

He huffed folding his arms, yes he was jealous he was going to be pouty, before his injury he had thick black hair and had been known to be a very handsome man, now he looked like he'd been put through a grinder when he took off his holo mask and this Timothy Lawrence just had to be Walter's lab partner, he'd be around him alot and-

His phone buzzed, it'd been put on the side table and he read the text that'd come through and there was another one.

'Going out to dinner with Timothy, don't know what time I'll be back, have fun you probably need a break from me anyway lol 😂'

Killian's eye twitched, he nearly threw the damn phone, but how would he explain that, honestly he couldn't, Tristan sighed, shoulders drooping a little and answered his questions

'It's been a relaxing day, did work on the arm, Lovey' s surprisingly easy to talk to, watched a little television but perhaps you could suggest something to watch, it's rather hard deciding with all these options and no Walter you didn't upset me, though you left in a hurry, you do not need to avoid me. You're not a bother. Are you alright?'

'I'm so happy you're warming up to her! That's awesome! Also it's good you have time to relax, ten years of hectic stress you're more than overdue! I...well I was more embarrassed than anything, I reacted on instinct, last boyfriend liked that well that's probably more than you needed to know, but yeah I'll help you pick something to watch see you later!'

Last boyfriend? Spanking, Walter had, he had...Killian shifted well the blankets were starting to tent, the idea of being put over Walters petite lap and being told he was a very bad man came to mind.

He liked it.

A lot.

He looked at his phone as it pinged again.

'And god damn it, make sure you eat something for dinner, don't just go picking out the cupboard!'

Killian snickered and replied

'Yes Daddy, I'll make sure to eat something.'

After sending the text he realised what he'd written and wished he could take back that text, wincing as he managed to look at the response

'Behave, eat dinner or I'll put you over my knee young man.'

Killian stared and stared at that answer, he knew Walter was just teasing but, his cheeks were warm and he was...was he blushing.

----

"You all set to go Timothy?"

Walter smiled, his back was feeling a hundred times better after Timothy had dug into the knots, it wasn't a surprise that he was good with his hands, you had to have nimble ones to work with the tech they used here.

"Yeah, just coming boss!"

He pulled his satchel over his shoulder after pulling on his old brown leather jacket

"Please Timothy don't call me that, call me daddy."

Walter laughed at how silly that sounded

"I'm sorry, pfffft don't call me that god please, no, Walter's just fine."

Tim had paused a moment a slight fear he might have a streak like his last boss after all but that laugh was too warm and giggly and just shook his head with a smile

"Wouldn't dream of it Walter, you're more of a kitten anyway."

Timmy felt his insides tighten a little and there was that hint of Jack Dna surfacing.

"So shall we go?"

Beckett enquired looking up at him, huh he kinda looked like Killian, just a little.

"Ready when you are."

And with that they were off.

(Alright end of this ramble, Timothy has been thrown in because I needed the gasp drama of prolongation and shit and didn't have the energy to create an oc and honestly I'll mash anything from anywhere if it's convenient bleh)