#i just wanted this to be the first post on here s'all

[babybluebex]

ok so i tried to post this last week but i posted it on mobile and it got all fucked up bc tumblr mobile sucks, so let me try this again: tom grant being ready to defend you at the drop of a hat

it's been a long week at the resort park, guests making a fuss over nothing and making your job (and life, frankly) a living hell. the only reprieve is your boyfriend, tom— coming home to him is a breath of fresh air, and his smile when he sees you warms your heart.

he knows you've been having a rough few days, so he offers to treat you to a night out, a few drinks and a night away from those guests. he tells you to dress up real pretty so he can take pictures, maybe that black dress that you wore to your anniversary dinner? it's a little short, but that's ok; you know that tom would just give you his jacket if you get cold. tom would probably give you his jacket anyway, even though he's the one who recommended the dress— the man gets jealous rather easily.

and that's put to the test that night at the pub. it's a small seaside pub, nothing but out-of-towners and the occasional cornish customer, and tom helps you up onto the barstool with a gentle hand. he orders a pint and mumbles something about going to the loo, and he buries a kiss in your hair before he goes. your pints arrive while he's gone, and you sip at yours as you scroll at your phone.

and then: "you ain't from around here, huh?"

you look over. a guy, muscled, some sort of tourist, undoubtedly looking for something to occupy his night. not your type. he was talking to you, and you sigh.

"yeah, i am," you say politely, instead of ignoring him. tom will be back any second to save you . "i work at the resort park a few minutes away."

"but you ain't from cornwall, huh?"

you sigh. "no," you say. "But my boyfriend is."

"i don't see any boyfriend" the guy says.

"he's off at the loo" you tell him. "and he's the jealous type, so it's probably best if you leave me alone before he sees you."

"what if i wanna talk to you, though?" the guy asks, and you sneer.

"i'd rather not" you say. "thanks, but no"

"well, alright" the guy says. "don't gotta be a bitch about it. you're dressed like a slag, wouldn't want the likes of ya anyway."

"oi" you hear tom say, and you look over your shoulder to see him. his cheeks are red with anger, and you silently giggle at him. oh tommy, like a wiley little stray dog, always ready for a fight. "whatchu say 'bout my bird?"

"this is the boyfriend?" the guy asks "doesn't look like much to me"

"watch it" tom says, taking a step forward. "how 'bout you step off, mate, 'fore i do something you won't like?"

"'step off'? s'it the 90s?" the guy laughs, and you hold back your laughter. later, you'd tell tom that that did sound sorta ridiculous, but now wasn't the time. "don't want her anyway, she's all yours"

"right, s'why you even talked to her in the first place, cos you didn't want her" tom said. "piss off"

you smile all watery at tom as he gets up onto his barstool and sips at his pint, and he sorta grunts "what?"

"my hero" you coo and kiss his cheek and, when you look at him again, his cheeks are a different sort of red and his eyes have hearts in them. "defending me from some creep"

"s'all in a day's work" tom mumbles, and you smile. "what? m'i supposed to just let him call you a slag and get away with it?"

"you're so cute" you tell him. "your accent got all thick and you started talking all funny. you're adorable"

"oh, stop" tom says, and you kiss him again.

"never"

[whumpbug]

whumperless whump event day 12: it's going down (i'm yelling timber) @whumperless-whump-event

building collapse / trapped under rubble / “i can't move my legs.”

see this post for character information!

caretaker: Cassidy

whumpee: Gene

THIS FIC IS NOT CANON! I REPEAT, THIS FIC IS NOT CANON! i just wanted to try my hand at something very whumpy and angsty but for all intents and purposes, this is simply a dream cassidy had or something like that. GENE IS ALIVE AND WELL.

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There was a fire in the schoolhouse. And it was spreading.

At the rate it was going, it'd reach just about all the buildings on the west side of town. One of those buildings happened to be the town jail.

Gene gritted his teeth and let his gaze flicker to the cell. Of course, there just had to be a certain outlaw locked up at the most inconvinient time.

Good ‘ol Silver.

As soon as Gene heard the crackling and screaming coming from outside, he knew he had to make a decision quick. If he left Silver in the cell, he would surely burn to death. 

On the other hand, releasing him could prove more dangerous if he decided to use the chaos as a distraction for his gang to come in and pick the place clean.

In the end, it was an easy decision.

Gene tossed his key ring to Silver, who blinked at him owlishly.

“You’re.. settin’ me free?”

“Yes. Now don’t just sit there lookin’ stupid, run,” Gene growled, stripping of his coat.

"Well, whatta 'bout you?" Cassidy's voice was small.

"Get outta here 'fore I change my mind."

He had more urgent matters to attend to.

He dashed over to the schoolhouse, where a frenzy of crying children crowded around their teacher, Miss Lowry. She looked positively panicked, looking around erratically. Her eyes finally landed on Gene and she all but collapsed at his feet in relief.

“Oh thank goodness you’re here! It’s Annie, she’s still trapped up there in the building! She was in the hall when it started-- oh lord mister, please help her!” She cried, clutching at Gene’s vest.

Gene steeled his resolve and nodded. "I'll get her, miss. Don't you worry."

He didn't look back as he headed straight for the flames.

The first thing he noticed when he entered the rickety doorway was how hard it was to breathe. He felt the familiar sense that his lungs were seizing up, but he could deal with it later. He had to focus.

“Annie! Where're you!” He shouted out, erupting into coughs.

“Hello?! I’m r-right here, mister!” A small voice responded, coughing through sobs.

Gene hacked even harder as he followed the voice. He ducked under charred wood and pushed school desks out of the way before eventually meeting the face of a terrified little girl, surrounded by burning rubble.

She let out a blubbering cry and launched herself forward into Gene’s arms. 

Gene let out a soft oof before hoisting her up over his shoulder. "S'all gonna be alright, sweetheart. I'm gonna get you out."

Once Gene actually finds a way out.

He held Annie close as he scanned for an escape route. The smoke was stinging his eyes, and his breaths were quickly becoming slow wheezes. One look at Annie and he saw she was dealing with the same thing. Her coughs were becoming louder-- more desperate. He needed to be fast if he wanted to save this girl.

Finally, he saw a sliver of hope. There were two beams resting against eachother, creating a pocket free of debris. It looked stable too, so long as it wasn't jostled too much. The only trouble was that it was entirely too small for Gene himself to fit through.

Oh well. I’ll figure something out.

He made a beeline for the exit, cradling the back of Annie’s head. His eyes were watering now. The air scorched his throat on the way down, and he looked down for a brief moment to see he was absolutely covered in soot.

As he finally reached the beams, he set Annie down very gently.

His voice was gravelling when he spoke.

“Alright darlin’, you have to head through this hole very carefully, okay? Don't touch the sides. I ain’t gonna be able to follow, but I’ll be right behind you. You hafta be brave, okay?” 

Annie’s eyes widened in pure panic.

“N-No! You have to come with me, mister! I’m too scared! Please!” She cried, clinging to Gene’s leg.

There was a sudden snap, and Gene saw a beam in the distance go down. Christ. They didn't have time for this.

“Alright! Alright. I’ll go with you. Promise. Just start walking, alright?” He reassured quickly, leaning away to cough.

She whimpered and nodded, holding Gene’s hands behind her as she inched her way through the beams.

Gene crouched, following her the farthest he could without disturbing the way the beams were balanced together.

She was about a foot from being out, when there was another sickening crack-- this time right above them.

“Shit!” Gene barked, and before he had time to think, he was shoving Annie as far forward as he could right as the beams gave way.

Right on top of him. 

All he felt was white-hot pain before everything went black.

••••

Cassidy watched from behind a tree as the bucket brigade finally started making a damn dent in the flames.

It had been nearly 7 minutes since Gene went in after that little girl, and there was no sign of either of them.

Cassidy was just about ready to head into the building himself. He was expendable. Deptuty Eugene Delaney was not. He rolled up his sleeves and took a step forward before--

He saw a soot-covered figure fall onto the grass, sobbing as hard as she could. That must be Annie, then.

So where the hell was the deputy. 

Cassidy took another experimental step forward, straining to look for any sign of a taller figure emerging.

All he was met with was the sickening sound of wood splitting, and a choked out scream as the building collapsed.

His legs were moving before he had time to think.

The bucket brigade, seeing the situation at hand, focused their efforts where the deputy presumably was. The worst of the flames had been snuffed out by some miracle, but the rubble was still creaking and falling all around. No one dared to get too close.

No one but Cassidy.

He crashed to his knees in front of where Annie escaped, ripping apart the rubble piece by piece, searching for any sign of life.

“Goddamn you, Delaney, always trying to be a goddamn hero,” He muttered, tearing away another plank of wood. The terror in his voice came out before he had a chance to surpress it.

His heart stopped when he heard a soft groan coming from below.

He wasted no time carefully, slowly lifting up a large scrap to reveal a soot-covered cotton vest, and just above it, a tuft of dirty blonde hair.

Cassidy felt his breath hitch as he lifted all the rubble he could hold in one go and.. Christ, it wasn’t good.

Gene was lying face down on the dirt, gasping for air. The entire left side of his face was blood-soaked, and more blood poured from his nose, seeping into his teeth. His lower half was obstructed by heavier rubble that Cassidy couldn’t lift on his own, and he wasn’t sure he liked what that meant for Gene. 

Still, he crouched towards the deputy, placing a steadying hand on his shoulder blade.

“Delaney? Delaney, you with me?” He questioned, voice tight with worry.

Gene made a pathetic attempt to nod, before erupting into a wheezing coughing fit again. 

“S-Still.. alive,” He rasped, gasping for air that would not come.

Cassidy urged his voice to be something gentle, despite his racing heart. “Alright cowboy, you gotta help me by wigglin’ out when I get this damn wood off’ya.”

Cassidy stood and got behind Gene, fingers hooking underneath part of the beam. Finally, some of the bystanders gained some sense and a few men stepped forward to help Cassidy lift.

They finally cleared out the crumbling beam, leaving Gene’s lower half lying limp against the dirt.

Gene blanched, sputtering out a cough as he tried to push himself up with his arms.

“C-Can’t.. can’t feel my legs..” He choked out, voice thick with panic. He clawed at the dirt in front of him. “Silver..”

Cassidy felt his heart sink.

“Sure you can. Don’t be stupid, Delaney, sure you can.” He knelt beside Gene. “It’s just the shock. Nothin’ more.”

Gene shut his eyes tight and shook his head. Tears were spilling freely now. It was the first time Cassidy had ever seen the other man cry.

“N-No.. s’like they’re not even there.” He wheezed, lowering his face to hide it from the onlookers’ staring.

Cassidy felt something akin to sorrow bubble up inside of him. He turned frustratedly to the group of bystanders. 

“Would someone please go get a doctor? Any time today?” He shouted, shooing off the crowd.

He turned back to Gene and ran a shaking hand through the singed hair on the back of his neck.

“You’re gonna be alright. We’ll fix this. I swear it.”

All Gene could do was sob.

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[starkwub]

(Tw: Starkercest)

Mob boss! Tony and his son, Peter (super out of the blue idea (considering I usually never write mob Au's), but figured I'd write it down ha!)

Just thought of Mob boss Tony allowing Peter, his prized possession son, go out on his own to live life since the boy had been harping about it for ages. Peter wanted to feel like all the other kids in his class. He didn't want body guards or exuberant allowances--nothing.

Tony of course couldn't say no after having done so for years-but that didn't mean he wouldn't be tricky about it.

Peter didn't have to know that he hired people to go to his house and be sketchy--knocking on the door at strange hours of the night or tampering with his window. Perhaps even telling the men to make creeping sounds within the home, just so Peter might feel more afraid of being on his own. He'd get people to stare at him on the streets, or following him after a late night shift at work in a dark hoodie with a jangling set of keys in their pockets so the boy would know they were there.

At first Peter wasn't all too fazed--thinking that it was just another one of 'dad's undercover body guards', but after a while--with his Dad denying the accusations and having not recognized any of the gruff and uneasy looking faced that met his gaze, the paranoia started to set in.

When it got to the point where Peter couldn't sleep for hardly a wink before startling at a creak in the floorboards or a brushing knock at his door--he did the only thing he possibly could think to do in that instance.

Call his Dad.

Sniffling, Peter grappled for his phone in the dark and clicked on his dad's profile, hearing the dial on the other end and then the un-familar beeping.

Why wasn't he picking up?. He always picked up.

It had been nearly 15 seconds before the beeping stoped and then came a sleep-laden voice on the other end.

"What is it baby? It's late, you should be asleep by now."

Peter shivered at the comforting voice and huddled a bit in the bed, pulling the blankets up and over top of his knees.

"Dad I.." He sniffled, looking worryingly at his bedroom door,

"I wanna come home. Just to visit--of course."

When his dad pressed on the topic, wonder why such a sudden thought had crossed his mind at three am, Peter just pouted and wrapped an arm around his knees tightly.

"Haven't seen you in a while s'all.." and suddenly his tone turned sour, "Why? You don't want me there?"

Tony coo'd and seemed to ruffle his bedding on the other side of the phone before speaking in a tone that Peter knew all too well.

"Of course I want to see you baby. Wish you where here right now so all you had to do was knock on my door, crawl into bed, and tell Daddy what's wrong instead of calling from a state that's a million miles away."

Daddy. Peter's heart thumped in his chest wildly at the honorific. It'd been so long..too long, since he'd heard it.

"It's not a million, jeez.." Peter retorted, suddenly remembering back to what it felt like to be with his Dad. His room somehow was always so much warmer than his own, and as he flexed his fingers to feel them stiffen from the chill, he sighed.

"I'll see you tomorrow then? I'm off with this weekend so I'll let them know I can't do any overtime."

"Mm.." Tony hummed, shuffling a bit more, "Alright sweetheart."

They stayed on the line for a few moments longer, and as Peter yawned, now letting his body slip back down to the crappy mattress, he breathed out against his phone.

"Want me to stay on the line?"

Peter nodded sleepily, knowing that his Dad couldn't see it, nor hear it, so he let out a muffled hum of his own, enjoying the subtle deep chuckle that came from his father's throat in response.

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There can always be more, but I'm going to stop it here and count it as a win that I've finally written and posted something on here again XD I've been so enamored by the Harry Potter fandom as of late so my mind has taken to straying away from Starker more than usual

Hope everyone is doing okay! :)

[toomuchracket]

Have you seen that one video of the end of sex where matty looks like he j*zzed his pants? (Awful sentence to have to type but for some reason tumblr wont let me link things off anon)

I’m not too sure about the d word timeline BUT since that was during atvb imagine already being together when it happened and watching it offstage (or maybe bustling around backstage doing odd tasks for the crew & on a whim checking twt and seeing someone in the crowd had already posted it IDK NOT IMPORTANT).

Anywayyy he comes offstage and it’s all you can do not to pounce immediately 😭 sneaking off into some supply closet to give him the sloppiest most soul sucking bj ever while he tugs ur hair and tells you how well you’re doing for d*ddy…. Giving him exactly .5 seconds to recover after he finishes before dragging him off to your hotel room to actually fuck………. I am so sorry but i cannot be normal about this !!

i wrote a tiny fluffy version of this here!! and yes i am absolutely familiar with said video. but frankly i think every time he plays that song you would go nuts with lust lmao - especially if it's the first show you've managed to attend of tour because of work commitments back in london. like it's been a busy day - your flight only got in that morning and you're still technically working, and matty's been prepping for the show/doing promo - so you haven't had much time to yourselves; you had a quick dinner date and catchup together, but there was no time for more passionate affection than a little makeout session just before matty went onstage (and a tiny kiss after his quick change after consumption). and yeah, you want him enough as it is, and then you see him with that bastard red guitar and you're DESPERATE. you know there's nobody at the show that needs to be met and chatted to backstage afterwards, it's a "rest for a minute, get changed, go back to the hotel" type situation, so when matty comes offstage all undressed and sweating and exhilarated and just so so sexy and pulls you into a hug, you whisper in his ear like "i love you, i'm proud of you, and i really really need you right now". and matty pulls back to hold your face in his hands and look at you, rubbing his thumb across your lips; he sees how desperate you are for him and he's like "yeah? you need daddy to make you feel good, princess? got you all worked up tonight, it seems", and you drag him off to a random lockable cupboard you found earlier, getting on your knees and saying "need to make you feel good first, s'all i can think about", and matty's like "fuck go ahead babe". and you don't need to be told twice - the two (or so) months of not seeing your man AND the way he looked onstage tonight have turned you a bit feral, so you suck his dick like your life depends on it, savouring every hair tug and guttural moan and whine of your name and hiss of "fuck, that feels good. so fucking good for me, princess, so good for daddy" that leaves matty's lips. he finishes so quickly that he'd probably be embarrassed if he wasn't focusing so much on stopping his knees from fully giving out, while you sit back on yours and watch in satisfaction, licking the last little bit of his cum from your lip. matty pulls you to stand after a minute or so, kissing you languidly before saying "that was definitively the best blowjob i have ever had. you're insane. i love you, my girl" - there's another kiss, before you pull back and smile at him like "i love you too. and that was only the beginning. let's go home so i can ride you on the stairs in our hallway", and matty's like "holy fucking christ OKAY". and you do! lmao <3

[inkykeiji]

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[marvelwitchergilmore]

Talking About It

Summary: After spending the last few years ignoring the second half of her brother's town-famous duo, Connie is more than shocked to find him at her door - on a weekend noless.

This is a Steve Harrington x OC (but feel free to interprate yourself as OC)

Pre-S4 but Post-S3

Slight warning - mentions of nightmares/terrors

Might do a Part 2? What'dya think?

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When Connie first found out the truth about what happened to the family cat, not much shocked her.

A mall explosion that was actually due to some upside-down creature? Nothing. A kid going missing and contacting his mother through a bunch of Christmas lights? Just another Monday.

But the one thing that did shock her was a knock on her front door on Saturday evening when she wasn't expecting anyone.

Dustin's friends knew he was away for a week visiting Suzie at an anual camp get-together. Their mom was also away for a week after she won a get-away cruise at work.

So Connie was left home alone and wasn't expecting a soul.

That was only a fraction of why she was shocked though.

Taking hold of the baseball bat, she slowly made her way over to the door.

She made sure no shadow was seen under the door as she looked through the peephole but when she did, she was more shocked at what she found.

Not a dead cat. Not a D&D named creature. Not even the Pizza guy - not that she had order a second pizza.

What she found was rather the fallen King of her high school who was now the babysitter or her brother and his friends when they went in search for danger.

"Harrington?" Connie whispered, confused, under her breath before she unlocked the door and he turned back around.

"Good, you're in."

"Yes, I'm in. Dustin's not home."

"Yeah, I know."

Connie knitted her brows together. "Then what are you doing here?"

"Well, as much as Mail is so much fun, I'd rather not have to read another five page letter from your brother only to get the same words in phone call an hour later."

"What?"

Relaxing his shoulders, Steve explained. "Dustin is worried about you. He asked me to keep an eye on you."

"An eye on me? Why?"

"Well, and I'm just spitballing here so correct me if I'm wrong-"

"Happily."

"You've been having nightmares and not sleeping. Now, I'm no shrink, but I do know movies so, while you're up, you might as well watch them."

"...okay? Still doesn't explain why you're here. Why you? Dustin could have called anyone else."

"Apparently, I'm the best option since I managed to keep those shits safe for, like, three years. So? You gonna leave me standing out here freezing or are you gonna let me in?"

Connie thought on it for a moment.

Even though Steve and Dustin seemed to be inseperable, herself and Steve had never really spoken much before. They hadn't even known one another in highschool. They were never in contact. But whenever he was in school, she didn't much like him. He was an asshole after all. But Dustin always vouched for him that he had changed. And he wasn't wrong. Steve had kept Dustin and his friends safe - well, as safe as he could get them.

"Fine."

"Thank you." Steve said, raising his arms up as he held a plastic bag in each, lowering his head a little.

Moving aside, she allowed him inside, which was when he spotted her weapon of choice.

"What? You gonna attack me or something?"

"Just wasn't expecting anyone s'all."

Steve gave her a look. "Okay...?"

Connie moved back, locking the door behind him whilst he escaped into the kitchen to grab a few bowls for the snacks he'd brought. Dustin's letters were very detailed.

"So, since I'm here, you wanna talk?"

"You're not my shrink."

"Hey, I'm doing this as a favour for Henderson. And I don't really want him chasing me with a baseball bat because I didn't help his sister. So, talk."

Sliding onto one of the kitchen counter seats whilst Steve unpacked the bags, Connie folded her hands together.

"There's nothing to talk about. I've been having nightmares. End of story."

"End of story? Really?"

"Really."

"Okay, so...cold sweats, vivid images and shaking shivers are just something Dustin made up?"

"Wha..How did you-"

"His letters are very detailed."

Connie rolled her eyes. "Of course."

"So?...Look, we could go round and round in circles or you could just talk to me. I can be a good listener."

Connie kept his eye contact for a short while before sighing and giving in. "Fine."

"It's nothing major. Just my memory reminding me of things."

"Of what things?"

"Will going missing. That..thing eating the cat. The mall, Billy-"

There was a brief moment of awkward silence. "Billy and I were never close. In fact, I was ready to beat the shit out of him almost as much as you did. Maybe more. But when I saw that thing go through him...it was like it was in slow motion, you know. And it's not like it's the first death I've witnessed. You know. After all, Hawkins is becoming famous for it. Land of the dead and what-not. But it was the first that felt...real. Even if everything around us doesn't seem like it is. It was just so...real." Connie's mind seemed to wander for a moment before she finally snapped back. "I-I don't know. It was just a lot to process. I was fine for a while after - no nightmares, no nothing. But then we had fireworks at Halloween and the lights and the sounds...I guess they just brought back memories. One's I thought had gone."

"I get it."

"You do?"

Steve nodded, the pair now walking into the living room. "Sure. I kinda felt the same after those fireworks. We've all had a fair share of night terrors."

"Have they ever felt real, though? As if you're living it again. That you don't know if you have the opportunity to wake back up?"

This stunned Steve into silence. They all suffered with nightmares every now and then. Who wouldn't? People seemed to die left, right and centre when it came to the holidays. But they knew they were nightmares.

"It started with Dustin. I'd be dreaming of when we were kids with mom and dad setting off fireworks. He was only a baby, but it was one of my best memories of us. But then...I'd be back in the mall. And rather than El, it would be Dustin." Connie explained. "I knew they were nightmares then, but after that...it was like being stuck in time. I couldn't move fast enough until finally I came sliding around the corner and grabbed Max before she could go and throw herself into danger and get herself killed."

Then after a few moments of silence: "It just impaled him."

Steve didn't really know what to say. What do you say to someone when they've told you that? What do you say when you can see it in their eyes that they're reliving the moment as they talk about it? How do you make the pain go away?

So, after a long silence, Steve finally held up the movie case.

"Grease?"

"Sure."

And everything seemed to go back to a comfortable slightly new normal.

"I wouldn't have took you as a musical's guy."

"I'm not. But Dustin sent me a list he and Suzie put together. I figured we'd work from the top."

Connie gave a small smile. The first she'd done in weeks - months, maybe.

"Sounds like a plan."

[diaboliklvr]

A Butler's Duty

A Hadaka Shitsuji fart fiction written by yours truly. Lol. Two odd fandoms to put together, I know, but I really went all out on this one, you guys. T_T It's my first story post here, but I really hope y'all like it!

Smuttiness/grossness ahead

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Sakuma walked throughout the halls of the mansion, holding a clipboard. His posture was perfect, and his stride was dignified. His dark blue hair was done up just so, and there wasn't a single wrinkle in his navy uniform, or the tiniest smudge on his glasses. Such were the makings of the Kamishiro Mansion's head butler. He had studied for years at the best butler academy in England, and graduated with flying colors. Sakuma devoted his whole life; his whole being, to becoming the perfect butler. That certainly didn't stop when Tomoaki Maeda came to the estate a fated few weeks ago. Even if he was a temporary master, the man wouldn't dream of slacking off. It wasn't in his nature.

That morning, Tomoaki lay sleeping in the master bedroom, while the other members in the house were wide awake.

Sakuma walked up to the windows, ticking a box on his checklist. The glass was spotless, as he liked. He made a mental note to give Arisato a compliment on it later. The older man then made his way to the kitchen, a complaint already in his mind. Breakfast was taking far too long, and he'd be giving that no good chef an earful for it.

He swung open the door, a wonderfuly sweet smell filling his nose. Despite how deliciously divine the scent was, he kept the stern look on his face unwavering.

"Komine, our master ordered a small breakfast of toast and rolled egg this morning. What on Earth is taking you so long?", he complained, sucking his teeth when he saw the Kansai man flipping a large fluffy pancake.

"Aw, get of my case, Sakuma! Yur always givin' me a hard time!"

Komine put a hand on his hip, turning to his superior. He didn't even need to look at what he was making, being so excellent at his craft.

"Because your reputation for being an Addlepated clot-head precedes you..."

He deadpanned.

"Yea yea! And you gotta reputation for usin' big words I don't understand. So there."

Komine cleared his throat, placing the last pancake atop the pristine pile.

"Breakfast is just takin' a little longer. I wanted to make something yummy for Tommy s'all."

Sakuma's forehead ticked.

"That's certainly not what Master asked for. "

"Well- Yeah."

Komine blew air from his lips, waving off his comment.

"But that was borin' though! Tommy needs something more hearty! The man needs some meat on his bones!"

"Why must you be so bull headed? You cannot just go against Master's orders whenever you please- And honestly, I've said it a thousand times, please refrain from calling him anything but Master! It is highly disrespectful!"

Komine sighed deeply, handing Sakuma the tray of food. What an absolute feast! Bacon, pancakes, rolled egg, fruit, toast, and a glass of OJ. It was more than anyone needed when they first woke up, really.

"Here! He doesn't hafta eat it all, but I felt like makin' it. My pride as a cook's on the line over here!"

The butler stared down at the food, thinking about tossing it, and making Komine start again from scratch. He didn't do that of course, since he didn't like wasting food and couldn't possibly be that mean.

"Fine then, but blatant disobedience of our Master won't be tolerated in the future. Understand?", Sakuma asked, lifting a brow.

"Yeah, yeah! I bet anything he'll be happy though! You just wait and see!"

"Indeed."

Sakuma blinked, then swiftly exited the kitchen. He was quick, but careful, as to not drop anything. Though, ever since his butler school days, he was skilled in balancing plates. He hardly had to think about it anymore.

Sakuma went one handed, checking his pocket watch with the other. Five minutes past schedule. He shuddered. Tardiness was blasphemy for a butler.

Finally, he reached Tomoaki's room, knocking once before entering for the sake of being polite. Knowing Maeda, he would be sleeping like a log though. The door cracked open, and Sakuma cracked the faintest smile. His master's sleeping face was so utterly adorable, a drastic change compared to how he was awake.

He set the food down on the nightstand, speaking ever so gently. He didn't want to give his lord a rude awakening after all.

"Master, it's time to wake up and greet the day", he spoke with saccharine susurration.

Maeda groaned, slapping a hand to his forehead, and rubbing his temples. Sakuma barely giggled a breath, seeing Tomoaki struggle to rise.

"Breakfast is ready for you. It's...quite a spread."

Tomoaki's brown eyes blinked open, foggy and tired. His stomach growled, and the mention of food roused his mind.

"Morning Sakumaa-aa-aaa-"

He finished off the last part of his greeting with a yawn, stretching, and shaking off the cobwebs.

"A spread, huh? I only remember asking for something small."

He glanced over at the food, eyes widening slightly. It really was quite a bit.

Sakuma sighed.

"Well Komine had other plans for you, it seems. I told him exactly what you wanted, Master."

The young adult waved it off, grabbing the food.

"Eh, whatever. Honestly, I don't mind. I'm hungrier than I thought I'd be."

Tomoaki almost drooled at the sight of all that delicious goodness. The fluffy pancakes drizzled with honey, the rolled egg cut into fun sized bites, the white toast- oh so buttery and warm, and that crispy bacon piled up high. He blinked, making sure it wasn't a fantastical dream.

'It's still hard getting used to eating like a king every day. I'm not complaining though! I wanna pig out!'

Sakuma smiled warmly.

"As long as you're happy, Master, so am I."

The brunette picked up the fork, about ready to take a stab at those pancakes, when he felt a little sharp pain in his gut. Maeda clicked his tongue, leaning forward ever so slightly, and cutting a short but boisterous fart.

FfffFrrrRRttt

Tomoaki laughed a bit, finding the release a little funny. He was a guy, and an immature one at that. Toilet humor still got a rise out him. So what?!

He looked up at Sakuma who could only stare in shock, pink in the cheeks.

"M-Master!"

Tomoaki cocked a brow, taking a bite of pancake.

"What? It's just some morning thunder, you prude. Never heard a fart before?"

"W-well that's- It's just a bit...Undignified. Don't you think?"

He stuffed a piece of egg in his mouth, annoyance plastered on his face.

"You calling your master undignified?"

Sakuma's heart sank! What a blunder he'd made! Saying such a thing about his dear Master!

"N-no! Not at all! I'm terribly sorry."

He bowed, not wanting to upset him any further.

"A lowly servant such as myself has no right to comment on your..f-flatulence."

Maeda snorted.

"Damn right. You're dismissed for now, Sakuma. I'll find a suitable punishment for you later."

"Y-Yes, sir."

Sakuma looked like a kicked puppy, as he exited the room. He mentally scolded himself for his rudeness, awaiting a consequence for his actions. He went to go reflect in his own quarters for awhile.

Once the butler left, and Tomoaki was alone, he snickered to himself. Honestly, Sakuma was way too gullible for his age.

'Sure, he kinda pissed me off talking like that, but still, I just wanted to fuck with him a little. No matter how tiny the offense, I can discipline him as hard as I want~'

Half an hour passed, and the Master finished up his breakfast. He burped into his fist, stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. It was a whole lot of food, but he cleared his plate fully.

He got dressed, still wracking his brain about what to do to Sakuma. Something that he'd yet to try, something cruel, filthy...His stomach gurgled, snapping him from his thoughts. But that gave him just the inspiration he needed, and a nasty idea creeped into his brain. He smirked, excited to try out his newest scheme.

He walked out into the hallway, seeing the muscular Todou lifting a table, while Arisato cleaned under it.

Todou smiled like a big dog, eager to greet his owner.

"Good morning, Master! Lovely day, huh?"

If he had a tail, it'd be wagging. The gentle giant always seemed to have a pep in his step.

"O-oh! Morning!"

Little Arisato paused his scrubbing for a moment, giving Maeda a teeny wave. He was far more important than any speck of dust after all.

"Hey, guys, can I ask a question real quick? Sorry to bother you."

Todou's eyes bugged out, and he practically dropped the large piece of furniture on his fellow butler.

"You could never bother us, Master! Please, ask away!"

"Mhm! We'd be happy to answer."

"Thanks, guys."

He smirked, putting a finger to his chin.

"What do you guys do when you have to rip ass? Is there some way you manage it?"

"H-huh?!"

Todou stood shocked, setting down the table when Arisato was finished.

Flustered, he tried his best to answer.

"U-Uh- I guess...um- When I need to f-fart, I usually walk outside. If I can't though, I'll do it out a window.. It filters the..er..smell outside."

He scratched his neck, embarrassed, honest to a fault.

"Hm. Gotcha. Arisato?"

"I-Is this an important question, Master? It's a little embarrassing."

Tomoaki scoffed.

"If it wasn't, I wouldn't be asking. I thought you said you'd be happy to answer."

"S-sorry! My bad!"

The little thing squirmed where he sat, thinking for a moment.

"I, well, I mean- I try not to..If possible- But if I have to, I guess I usually go to my room and do it there."

His face burned crimson, and he looked up at Todou, who looked just as embarrassed as him.

"I gotcha. I gotcha."

Tomoaki made a 'hmm' noise, comically tapping his finger to his cheek. He found this quite fun.

"Interesting answers. As your master, I now forbid you from doing any of that."

"What?!", the two guffawed in unison."

"Master! T-that's!- What do you expect us to do?...If I might ask?", Todou quizzed, rubbing his arm.

"Y-yeah! What's gonna happen then?"

Tomoaki only laughed, a sadistic gleam in his eye.

"For now, you hold them in until I tell you otherwise. Make sure Ichinose and Komine know too. Got that? I need to go have a word with Mister Mizoguchi. None of your asses better be making a peep til I give you the direct order."

This was the strangest order the two had ever received, but stupidly, they complied. It wasn't like they had to, since he wouldn't be around to hear, but Tomoaki knew they'd listen. All five of them were wrapped around his finger.

"Y-Yessir! We'll tell them!"

"Mhm!"

Tomoaki walked off to speak to the oldest member of the house.

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"Ho ho ho...", Mizoguchi laughed, smiling.

"My, what a fascinating idea, young master. You have quite the mind."

The old man never batted an eye at Tomoaki's awful ideas. He was somewhat of an enabler, and would do anything he could to help.

"Heh! You really get me, Mizoguchi! I knew I could count on you to help! You think you can get that room all prepared by tonight?"

The elder nodded, eager to start.

"Why of course, Young Master. I bet I could finish it even sooner than that if I started immediately."

Maeda patted Mizoguchi's back, grinning.

"I'll let you hop to it then! You just call me when it's done."

"Of course, Young Master."

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"He wants us to do what?!", Komine shouted, absolutely dumbfounded.

"Tommy gets crazier and crazier every day. Nuttier than a barrel fulla squirrels."

"I'm positive he has his reasons. We can't doubt our Master!", Todou defended wholeheartedly.

"Well, yea, but- Our farts? Really?"

"Ichinose is...A little confused himself", the gardner spoke, blushing. Ichinose could only nervously play with the hem of his shirt.

"But..Todou's right....Master is..Master. And Master always knows what's best..."

"You're way too naive."

Komine pursed his lips.

"But I guess I'll go along with this. Not that I have much of a choice."

"We'll have to see where this goes."

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"It's perfect! Exactly how I pictured it!"

Tomoaki walked into the closet, staring at his master plan in wonderment. How did Mizoguchi get this done so fast?

"It's the highest honor to a butler knowing you're impressed, Young  Master. I couldn't ask for anything more."

The old man bowed humbly.

"After you get Mister Sakuma, please meet me in my room."

"Will do!"

Tomoaki left in a hurry, eager to go get the head butler. He was finally putting his idea into motion, and couldn't wait to make a mess out of Sakuma. Nothing made him happier than seeing that perverted butler writhe in masochistic pleasure by his own hand- Well, his hand plus a few more~

He wrapped on the door, wearing a cheerful smile.

"Sa-ku-ma! Come on out, won't you?"

Sakuma opened the door, a frown on his pretty face.

"Master, I'm-"

He paused, feeling Tomoaki's hand place itself gently upon his head. He gingerly pat his hair with short strokes, making the older man perk up. He couldn't help but smile.

"O-oh."

"Chin up, Sakuma. I'm taking you somewhere nice."

He stopped the petting, motioning for Sakuma to follow him. Of course, he did right away, quick as could be. They walked the halls in silence for awhile, til Sakuma finally spoke up.

"Master, where are we going if I might inquire?"

"Somewhere to punish you of course. You didn't think I forgot, did you?"

Tomoaki made sure to keep his tone chipper, careful not to be too aggressive right away. He was usually like this, an easygoing, happy guy...but when it came to the butlers, something deep inside him seemed to take over.

"O-oh! Of course not! Whatever punishment you see fit, I'll take it in stride."

Maeda grinned cruelly.

"I didn't have a doubt about it."

One trip down a flight of stairs later, and finally, the two reached their destination: A secret cellar underneath the mansion, originally used for storing wine. It was a little cramped, but everything had been moved from it to make some extra wiggle room. There was a light inside, a few books, a bucket, and a comfortable chair to sit on.

"Here we are. Your quarters for the next few hours."

Sakuma looked a bit nervous, but nodded. It looked comfortable enough. He could survive in there for a while, no doubt.

A soccer ball sized hole had been cut in the ceiling, and Sakuma looked at it curiously.

"You'll be in here until I come get you, so stay put 'til then."

Tomoaki walked off, locking the door.

"I don't know how I do it. God, I'm good", he gloated, walking to Mizoguchi's room.

On the way, he peered into the kitchen, seeing a large pot of chili brewing over the stove. He smirked. It was just as he requested.

"Oh! Good to see ya, Tommy."

Komine nervously smiled, rubbing his belly. At his master's orders, he hadn't ripped a single toot in three hours, and it was getting hard to contain. This couldn't have been healthy.

"Er- The chili idea was really somethin'! Western food was a bold choice!"

Komine's heart sunk when Mizoguchi told him what Maeda had asked for for dinner. He had a bad feeling about the whole thing. Despite his carefree attitude, Komine picked up on things like this the easiest. He had seen the world more than any butler in the manor.

"I know, right? I was really craving it tonight, I guess~ I had it at an American diner once, and just couldn't get it out of my head. You made sure to put lots of beans, right? It's way more authentic that way, ya know!"

Komine scratched the back of his neck, a low whine escaping his bowels.

"Oh, you know it, Master."

Tomoaki fakely widened his eyes, snapping his fingers together.

"Oh yeah! Bet your stomach's reeeally killing you right about now. Good news, you can fart again. Sorry 'bout that."

He smirked, thumbing over his shoulder in the direction of the storage closet down the hall.

"But you can only do it in that bright green chair in the storage closet.. Just installed it. You really can't miss it. Make sure to tell everyone, got it?"

"Err- Yea! Sure. Whatever ya say, Master."

Tomo sauntered out, proud of himself. Komine dropped what he was doing, running to tell everyone his newest order. It was a little suspicious, but everyone would be relieved no doubt.

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Tomoaki clicked through the security camera feeds on the monitor, each one serving a separate purpose. One showed Sakuma sitting inside his room, reading a book, and a few more cameras broadcasted different angles of the so called 'Fart Hole' Tomoaki designed.

To elaborate, the 'Fart Hole' was a wooden chair with a circle cut out in the middle. It was painted lime green, with a comfy cushion for seating on top. The chair sat in the corner of the unused storage closet with a suspicious hole covered up by mesh in the center of it. This was the only place the butlers were allowed to blow off steam for the rest of the night. They wouldn't dare disobey.

His face lit up, finding the arrangement absolutely perfect. He thanked Mizoguchi a few more times, before the old man left Tomoaki to his own devices. He was happy to build anything, and do anything for his master. Mizoguchi was the perfect servant indeed.

Tomoaki perked up, drumming on the table when he saw Komine enter the room.

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"I swear it- That man's really gotta few screws loose upstairs."

He blushed, looking back and forth, before plopping his tush down on the chair. Komine was a pretty naturally gassy guy (though he hid it well). He hardly needed any dinner to get his guts rolling, and by jove, the cook was on the verge of exploding.

"Gh- I'm 'bout to blow hard as an stuck cannon."

He pursed his lips, letting a low and slow toot rumble into the hole. Another ripper followed quick on it's tail, longer in length this time.

"Aw man! This is rough!"

Komine's eyes wandered down to the troubling hole, and he solemnly shook his head. He didn't even want to know what was happening here, and frankly, he wasn't trying to think about it too hard.

A mostly silent hisser burned out, making the poor man wince. It burned like lava; he didn't even want to imagine the smell.

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Sakuma on the other hand...Didn't have to.

Upon the first initial sniff, he had figured that some of the flooring was molding, but the fumes only got stronger as time passed by. He gagged, throwing a hand over his delicate nose. He closed his book shut, looking around the small space for the source of the smell.

A minute had gone by, and the air in the closet was practically toxic. He had figured out that the hole in the ceiling was definitely where the foulness was coming from...and Tomoaki had definitely put it there. What could his master possibly have in store for him?

"Heh. Smell good in there, Sakuma?"

"H-huh?! Master?"

Sakuma turned his head every which way, trying to find his master. It was only a speaker that was broadcasting his voice though.

"This is your punishment, but also a learning opportunity."

"M-Master, I don't-"

"All the butlers in this mansion are gonna be filling your room with farts tonight~ Komine's up first, and boy, is he packed full. You're in for an awfully fun time~"

Sakuma was dumbfounded. Komine was- How in the world? Why in the world?

"B-But Master- I...I just don't understand your reasoning for all this! What am I to learn?"

Tomoaki clicked his tongue.

"Use that big brain of yours. Really think hard."

The man blinked, scratching his head. He tried to ignore the smell, but it was so heavy in the air, like a dense smog. He wracked his enormous cerebral cortex for an answer. Sakuma firmly believed that Tomoaki couldn't be wrong, that he was merely missing some sort of bigger picture. In truth, Maeda was just looking to get off here, but it filled his heart with glee knowing Sakuma would defend his actions to the very end. Honestly, whatever reason the butler thought of was what he'd go with. Tomoaki found it pretty amusing.

He tilted his head slightly.

"Is this to teach me- perhaps; that flatulence isn't something to fear? That even butlers just like me can do something so crude?"

How cute. Tomoaki couldn't help smirking.

"You aced it. Want a cookie?"

"Oh, no reward necessary, Sir-"

"Alright, you're on your own now~ Smell you later, Sakuma~"

"Wait- Master?!...Master?!"

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"Unngg- Sonova-"

Komine gripped his belly, crinkling up his uniform. Holding his farts in all day couldn't have possibly been any good for him whatsoever. He ripped another, a blast so loud and beefy that it rattled the box. He had made himself a quick egg salad sandwich for lunch that afternoon, and he was starting to regret that choice immensely.

Ppppprrrrrtttttbbbbb

"Gah! Slithering salamander, that stings!"

He kicked up his leg, resting it on the wall. He needed some leverage, because things were getting awfully intense. This caused his ass to lift a bit, letting some of the gas in the box spill out into the relatively fresh air.

"Hrk- And it stinks too!", he complained, going green in the face, and covering up his nose.

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"Aaann- Noo- Ugghh-"

Sakuma groaned and protested, wanting nothing more than to Shawshank straight out of his makeshift prison with a spoon. The stench was utterly intense- And with Sakuma's perfect pedigree, he was at a disadvantage. Years of sampling exotic teas, and tasting wines had given him the sniffer of a devine God. He could pick up notes of jasmine in his Earl Grey, and hints of saffron in his soufflé...

He could also observe the fragrance of previously digested pickles and eggs that lingered in the air.

Komine's bowels weren't letting up, and Sakuma could smell every dirty detail in his functified fart cloud. This was debasing....filthy; Truly the lowest position a butler could be put in. How humiliating- To be huffing the gas of those post beneath him...

He felt a small twitch below

No. No way this could be happening. It was inconceivable. Sakuma refused to look down, refused to acknowledge it...but boy, was it there. That despicable itch, that burn... He didn't look, so it wasn't so. It couldn't be so.

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A final tumultuous toot blasted from his beguiling behind, funnelling straight into Sakuma's cell. Komine's farts were much like himself: pretty obnoxious. His gas was unrelenting, ear spilling, and made itself known to the world. He would have preferred it not to be so loud of course (or so rank), but 'twas his body. If bottled up, his gas would explode like a vinegar volcano.

"Haa...Aw man, how embarrassin'. Good thing Tommy wasn't there for that."

Komine stood up, dusting himself off. He paused, hiking up his leg to rip his final butt burp of the night.

"Whew, Back to dinner then."

He chuckled bashfully, and exited the room.

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As dinner was being served, Tomoaki served himself. A bottle of lotion half empty sat on his nightstand as he stroked away. This was almost as good as "Naughty Nurses Night Shift Nookie 3" (And that was a really good video!)

He ran a hand through his short hair, and ran the other through his short and curlys, fondling his member like no tomorrow. This was the life! He was making his own porno! A true artist- A master of the craft. He liked the ring of that one.

Sakuma was busy recovering from the onslaught, unable to get the scent from his nose. He slumped in his chair, rubbing his head. His master could be cruel, but he was certain this was necessary. This was training. His spirit would not be broken. His eyes peeked down, and to no surprise, his surprise was still there. How troubling indeed.

"Ha..What a stink- This will be quite the gruelling night."

Just as Tomoaki was ready to blow, his eyes darted to the camera. A certain blue haired tree hugger walked into view, squirming with every step. Had dinner already ended? He looked at the clock, and a whole half hour had passed. Ichinose must have been a quick eater.

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"Oohh no...That chili was...bad. Not good for Ichinose...His stomach."

The gardener placed a hand upon his belly, that gurgled beneath his fingertips. Ichinose closed the door up tight, wiggling his pants down slowly. He moved like molasses, slow like syrup. He had all the speed of a snail in a salt trap.

The man was no doubt a ditz, and his mind was always off somewhere high up in the clouds. He was innocent, and didn't have the sense to question his master. He was like that, a pure soul, heart full of trust.

His undies were the next to go, and with an air of gentleness, the gardener sat down. He glanced over at a pink begonia on the window sill, giving it a heavy hearted look.

"Ichinose is...sorry. Ngh!-"

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A small hiss, quiet as a tortoise escaped Ichinose's delicate hole. The fart wasn't particularly powerful, but it did feel awfully warm. He buried his face in his hands, taking a small whiff.

What the fart lacked in size, it made up for in sheer stench. God, it was vile. He had a naturally skunky, rotten vegetable type smell to his gas, and it could cause anyone to run for the hills. Luckily for Ichinose, he didn't fart like this too often. If his gas was normally so strong, it could have wilted his precious plants.

"Nngh. Stinky..."

He squinted his blue eyes, a soft fart puttering down below. He wiggled on the seat, trying to get himself comfy, but the pain in his belly was at an all time high. His light pink hole quivered with each release, making him gasp and sigh like a tender schoolgirl deflowered for the first time.

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Sakuma gasped and sputtered, eyes wetting with dew. He wasn't sad, but the nearly toxic winds were causing his sinuses to flare. He could make out the smell of beans from the chili, but also the ever present odor of spinach left out in the sun for a week. It was rotten to the core, straight from the depths of whoever was sitting up there. Sakuma honestly had no idea, since there was a black cloth obscuring his view. A rump was on the other end of the hole, but he hadn't a clue whom it belonged to.

"Hrk- It's so utterly!--"

He choked, another SBD raining down from above. A fetid fog, a sickening shower... Though the butler above had only been farting for about ten minutes, it had felt like an eternity for the entrapped Sakuma. He took note of the lack of sound, and surmised that was probably why they were so awful. He knew the all too embarrassing saying about silent ones...

His ears did pick up a low groan though. The voice was airy and delicate, and sounded pained. It was undoubtedly Ichinose, whom he had known longest of all the butlers. Sakuma's expression was soft, taking pity on his suffering friend even if he was in far more agony. His small, cold room was starting to feel a little...warmer (mostly because of the farts- But like..In a metaphorical sense)

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"Mmm! Haa! It- It hurts!!"

Ichinose's gentle eyes watered, as he gripped the sides of his seat. The gas was fiery hot, and burned his poor behind like white hot coal. He was going to be awfully sore after this.

"Ohhh..Ichinose is...So full- He's sorry!"

He stammered out an apology, though he didn't know to who. Perhaps it was to his poor flower friend who was currently wilting without any clean air to speak of.

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His final rip; lava incarnate, sent his head into a tizzy. The first toot of the night that actually made any real sound. It was good and damn long too. His tongue hung from his mouth after, and the poor boy began to pant. His asshole was seared like a charcoal grill.

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"I-Ichinose?! Are you in there, buddy?!"

A familiar voice...

He weakly turned his head to the door, calling out to his friend.

"Y-yes..Ichinose is..here."

"U-u-uh..Okay! Just urm- let me know when you're finished!"

The bodyguard's voice sounded strained and impatient. Ichinose hiked up his drawers a little quicker than before, opening up the door.

The lumbering lug stood squirming in place, trying his best to give a winning smile.

Todou was always so considerate of others, and contrary to his appearance, was one of the nicest people anyone could hope to know. He was good with kids, a little clumsy, and kinda dense...but his heart was ten sizes too big, and he was always there to lend a hand. The bumbling beefcake had his place as the mansion's sole protector. Guard dogs, bodyguards from a far off land, security cameras...Tomoaki insisted none of them were needed as long as Todou was around. He himself knew that he wasn't the smartest guy around, but his strength was unmatched.

"Best of luck..."

Ichinose gave a bow, disappearing off to his treasured garden.

Todou swung the door open, stumbling to the box. He yanked off his pants and undies, planting his bottom firmly on the hole. He hadn't exactly understood the whole "no farting unless you do it in the box" rule, but he knew Tomoaki had some reason for it. He just figured he wasn't bright enough to understand what it was.

"T-This is the pits! You just couldn't stop yourself from getting thirds of that chili, could you, Todou?!", he whined, his toned tummy gurgling.

He blushed as a wet, meaty fart blew from his hole. Todou daintily fanned the area in front of his schnoz with his large hands. He squeezed his thighs together, and soiled the air once again.

"Mmnng- T-this is just too much!!"

His wind had a special, wettish quality to it that was unlike most. Perhaps it was all the protein and fiber he ate to stay fit, but his gas could be downright gnarly. He was delicate, and could hardly ever handle what he put out. The smell of his own farts made Todou queasy, and he got pretty embarrassed whenever one happened to slip. He didn't really blast ass more than your average Joe, and could only recall being especially gassy on days when he was trying to bulk up. Sure, his diet was super healthy, but all the meat and veggies he ate came at the cost of giving him some truly wicked butt bombs.

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He moaned in relief, doubling over on his box. The sudden release stretched his poor button out wide. The feeling of the biohazardous fumes spilling from his body was a little more pleasurable than he'd care to admit.

"O-ohh!! Ah--Geez~ I'm glad no one was around for that", he muttered, scratching his neck.

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Sakuma didn't even have the words for just how vile this all was. He didn't get a single break between Ichinose and Todou. (He knew these farts belonged to Todou because of just how loud the footsteps were above him. You'd have to be deaf to miss those enormous floor slappers stomping around).

He'd went from bad to worse, as the air around him became more and more tainted. There was nowhere for the stink to ventilate, and Todou's gas was in a league of it's own. You could bottle the stuff and use it to kill roaches.

The head butler was disgusted, and yet...so incredibly stiff. His breaths became shallow, and his face turned a sickly green. The more nauseous Sakuma felt, the more his nipples began to harden. What an incredibly odd butler he was. As each minute passed, the longing for his master only grew.

"It burns...Ngh-"

Erect, dizzy, shamed, and lonely; Sakuma felt his eyes roll back into his head. For the next couple minutes, he'd be knocked out cold.

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Things continued on for awhile, Todou would blast his nasty gas unwittingly onto the captive below him, and fill up the cellar with noisome fumes.

He had one last big stinker to go, and it just wouldn't budge. He clenched his teeth, and balled up his fists, finally acquiring the strength to push out the behemoth of a fart. It was drawn out, and went on for about ten seconds.

"G-Gaah!!"

He took a minute to catch his breath, and putting his trousers back on. He gave a curious whiff, recoiling from the smell. The odor was similar to a pack of ground beef that got tossed out in a dark, dank alley...and covered in mystery fungus.

"That's awful! Geez..I really need to watch what I eat."

He stood up, fanning his behind, totally flustered.

"Oh, I'm glad master wasn't there for that..I'd be ten times more embarrassed."

Todou quickly exited the room, making sure to swing the door a few times to aerate the room. He'd feel bad leaving the place a total stink bomb.

And not five minutes later, a shrill cry could be heard from down the hall, accompanied by frantic footsteps.

"Uuuwaaaaa!! Noooo!!"

Tomoaki knew who that was, plugging his ears while he watched the screen. What a grating voice...

"I-I can't! Master's gonna get mad at meeee!"

The cleaner barrelled into the room full force, red in the cheeks, and holding his ass with both hands. He stumbled on the door, nearly tripping; a little "ouchie!", spilling from his lips. He  proceeded to clumsily sit on the chair, breathing a big sigh of relief.

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"Haa~ That was a close one!"

Arisato wiped his forehead, a few droplets of sweat flicking off the shiny surface.

He was relatively new to being a butler, but the eighteen year old was always trying his best. He was a total klutz, a chatterbox, and a general pest..but his uppers found him endearing. Sakuma scolded him often, but he always tried to never be too harsh. It wasn't as if he was faking his clumsiness to get attention or anything, so the head butler tried to go easy on the little squirt. His big eyes and adorability had gotten him far in life. Arisato was like... a little brother- or clingy puppy in a way.

A low gurgle escaped his bloated stomach, making him gasp loudly.

"Oh nooo..That's not good."

He slid his pants down to reveal his plump, pale cheeks. A rather large fart bubbled out, leaving him a sputtering mess. Despite his size, his gas was pretty booming. His signature scent wasn't as nostril burning as the others, but when Arisato cracked one off, it was hard to miss it. A couple more raunchy rippers rumbled out rapidly. On their own, the smell wasn't much, but combined, it filled the room below with a musty, fishy aroma. It was like a clamorous thunderstorm on a smelly tuna boat.

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"U-Uggh! Oh gosh- That's so gross! Oh, I don't even deserve to live!!"

The blondie dramatically protested and whined, cutting a couple more loose as he did. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and his tongue hung out. About five minutes passed, and finally his swollen gut began to flatten. He was now, undoubtedly out of gas.

"Waaa..So embarrassing."

Quickly, Arisato buckled back up, and scurried away, red as a beet with a sunburn.

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Tomoaki opened up the door of the tiny room, allowing some light from the hallway to shine in. Sakuma looked debased, dishevelled, and worn out. Of course, that wasn't all Tomoaki noticed. Sakuma also happened to be panting erotically, and stiff as a rock to boot. His dick stood fully erect in a tent, rubbing up against the fabric of his suit pants. He didn't lay a finger on it though. Nearly two hours of being full mast, and yet...he didn't touch his throbbing erection even once. A small wet spot stained the navy fabric. The once neat and tidy man looked so utterly pitiful.

Sakuma perked up, eagerly looking to the side. His eyes filled with an immense happiness seeing his master. He didn't have to be told, crawling over to Tomoaki and kneeling at his feet. Maeda, his divine, wonderful master had come to see him after his punishment. He was too exhausted to stand up fully, but just seeing Tomoaki's face made his heart swell with joy. His eyes looked up, begging silently for praise.

"Heh...Just look at you. Four hours of huffing farts, and you can still move. You're pretty damn resilient", he said, giving the older man a pat on the head. His little grin was like pure sugar to Sakuma, who responded aptly.

"Y-yes? You think so?", he tiredly asked, trying to wake himself up.

"Sorry, Master. I'm tickled pink to see you...but I feel quite tuckered at the moment."

He flashed an apologetic smile, not harboring any anger at Tomoaki whatsoever. He felt his punishment had merit and that he'd learned something, of course, but he was also extraordinarily gratified.

Maeda chuckled.

"Damn, you really know how to push my buttons, Sakuma. You know, I busted my load five times while I watched you squirm."

Sakuma burned bright red.

"Aa!- W-well that's quite the compliment."

"But fuck...I was getting kinda impatient. I wanna defile you with my own hands. Strip for me."

"But of course, Master", he said with a timid smile.

Sakuma tinged red, but he was already used to this. He complied, removing all the clothes off his body. He was smooth, devoid of hair, and oh so ghostly pale. His nipples were a beautiful shade of pink, and his cock was good sized upright... No one knew this besides Tomoaki, but Sakuma was much more of a masochist then he let on. A perverted butler who got off to pain and humiliation at the hands of his master. The perfect, and most adorable plaything.

"What...are your orders, Master?", Sakuma asked, already panting softly. His hands lay neat at his sides, and he looked forward at Tomoaki with servile, submissive eyes.

"Just obey my every command~"

Out of his back pocket, Tomoaki pulled out a shiny white device, only moderately big.

He pressed a button from a remote in his pocket, making the long, smooth thing vibrate in his hands.

"Not to sound thick, Master, but.. what is that strange device?"

He was being genuine. The thirty year old was so sheltered, he didn't even know what sex toys were. Tomoaki almost laughed out loud.

"This goes inside you, Sakuma. It's a vibrator."

"A vibrator..."

He gulped, staring at the phallic object. Compared to his Master's, that thing was puny, but still, he was nervous. Sakuma still wasn't used to these things yet.

"Show me everything."

Sakuma complied willingly, lifting his tight, supple ass upwards with an air of sluttiness.

"Is-Is this alright, Master?", he softly cooed, practically begging for praise.

Tomoaki exhaled through his nose.

"Yeah. You look really fucking sexy right now."

He ran his hand along the arch of the butler's back, making him shiver under his fingers.

"T-Thank you."

He smiled, honored to hear such a thing from the man he served.

Tomoaki usually wasn't one for preparation, but he cut his losses, knowing he'd have a bloody mess to clean up if he didn't at least put a finger in first.

So he shoved his digit inside the waiting Sakuma, then two more, not caring about gentleness or anything like that. He wasn't the compassionate type, but the one being penetrated didn't mind.

"A-aah! Master! Nnggh!"

He yelped, then moaned, as Tomoaki diddled around inside him. His ass throbbed and pulsed around Maeda's fingers, making him bury his face in the floor. His erection was even more painful now that Tomoaki was teasing him so!

"S-Stop- Nn- Aaghh!"

"Sure~"

The sadist finally pulled out, a sticky trail dripping from his fingers.

Sakuma's hole looked nice plump, ready for something a bit thicker.

The man breathed heavily, absentmindedly swaying his rear end back and forth. So provocative. He really knew how to get his Master going.

"Haa..Haa..Master, I didn't.. Why- mm...Why did you stop?"

"Because sticking my fingers up a dude is fucking gross", he spat, wiping his ruined hand on his corduroys.

Sakuma looked up, dejected.

"I'm sorry for being born a man--"

"Nah, don't worry about it. You're plenty good enough."

He trailed a hand on his ass, giving it a good smack. He contradicted himself way too often, but that was Tomoaki for you. He was a confusing, childish, contrary man.

Sakuma yelped, making him grin.

"No women I know make filthy noises like you do, Sakuma."

"M-my goodness..."

Tomoaki cracked his knuckles, grabbing the vibe. He was ready to stick that sucker in, and he did it without missing a single beat.

"Aaaahgh!! Hngg!!"

Sakuma mindlessly mewled from the sensation of something so large forcing it's way into his small hole. The prepping helped, but still, he was only a butler, a virgin until Tomoaki came along. He gripped his tummy with one hand, worried he'd be able to feel it. It vibrated his insides, shaking his senses.

"M-Masterrr! I can't-!"

"Tch. Can't what? You better not push it out. I went through so much trouble to prepare you. Mine's bigger anyway."

"M-mm. Y-Yes. Much bigger, master. I-it's..warm...and fills me. T-this is hard and- and cold. Nothing like you."

Tomoaki smiled wickedly, slapping his tender ass again.

"You really know what to say to a guy, Sakuma."

He flicked off the device, giving the head butler a wee break from the intense waves of pleasure he was experiencing all at once.

In an instant, Tomoaki winced, feeling that twinge in his tummy once more. He'd been holding back since that morning from cutting the cheese, and it was starting to hurt like hell. What a fucking pain.

He quietly cursed, pulling Sakuma back up into a kneeling position.

"Since I made you feel so good just now, I deserve a reward. If your Master's in pain, you'll do anything to help him, right?"

"O-of course! The idea of you suffering breaks my heart, Master! Just say the word, and I'll do anything."

He ignored the throbbing pain in his hole, his fatigue; coming to his lords' aid with much haste. He was a perfect butler in this regard, more worried about his master than his own wellbeing.

"Glad to hear it."

Sakuma's loyalty made Tomoaki's heart feel full. He was at the top, the most important person to his the servile man. It inflated his already massive ego. He grinned, and pushed the naked man up against the wall with his bright pink sneaker.

"Guh!-"

"Stay right there, wouldja? Don't move a muscle. I need to you to take this for me. It's your punishment."

Tomoaki whipped around, shoving his jean clad ass in the butler's face.

Sakuma went tomato red, eyes widening.

"Mff?!"

"Ah, shit- Fuck, that hurts."

He bit his lip, ripping a gnarly fart in Sakuma's face. A little sigh of relief escaped his lips, grinding himself up and down.

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"U-unngg!? Haaa?! Mmff!", Sakuma cried out, eyes watering from the smell. His nose was pressed right against Maeda's pants, and the stink had nowhere to go except his nasal cavity. He felt dizzy; the putrid, eggish odor flowing up his nostrils, making his lungs scream in absolute agony. This was brand new from what he had experienced before. He had smelled plenty of farts that night, but none had been ripped right in his face. That honor was reserved for his master.

Again, a low raspy fart bubbled out of him, and gas made a devilish popping sound against his nose. The scent hung around him in a miasma thick as butter, cleaning to Tomo's pants. The fart was fiery hot in every sense of the word. It burned coming out, and it burned going into Sakuma's sensitive sniffer.

"N-no! Nng-"

Another toot came fast and steady. Without thinking, Sakuma's head bucked to the side, turning away from the sheer force of the rip.

"You put your head right back where it was, Sakuma. That's an order", Tomoaki threatened lowly.

"Mm- I'm t-truly sorry master- Hrk! It's just!-"

"Gross? Is that it??", Tomoaki hissed.

"N-No!! That's not!-"

"If you wanna quit, just say the word, Sakuma!!"

He didn't like defiance one bit, and if Sakuma thought, he, his godly master was gross, then Tomoaki had the right mind to choke him to death. What was the point of a butler who didn't appreciate and love everything his master gave him? That would be a useless butler, total garbage unfit to serve anyone....

His face darkened, and he whipped around. His mind was already set in stone stubbornly. Sakuma found him repulsive...He felt his hands ball, mindlessly raising them to bring his wrath down on the poor butler.

Sakuma's eyes widened, and he was snapped from his trance. Tomoaki's farts were powerful enough to totally paralyze him. He held up his hands, and squeezed his peepers shut.

"I-I just really!- Love them too much!!"

His words were clear as he shouted, louder than he had ever been before.  This was the most outspoken the meek man had ever been. He didn't falter. His voice was full of truth, without an ounce of uncertainty. Sakuma was a bad liar, and this..It was certainly no lie.

Tomoaki lowered his fists ever so slowly.

"Haah??"

"I said...I-I love them. Master, I-I could never find you gross. I apologize for coming across that way. Anything you give to me, I was born to love it, to cherish it."

Sakuma buried his flustered face in the palms of his hands. He tried to convey his feelings properly, even if he was rambling a tad.

"They are certainly intense, but as your head butler, they're nothing I can't handle. I simply--hurt so much...down there.."

Relief washed over Tomoaki, and he let out a laugh. Yeah. That's right. He was being silly. Sakuma was a devout servant who could never think badly of him. It wasn't like he was self conscious or anything like that...Probably..but the lord of the estate needed to be reminded of Sakuma's loyalty every so often, or else something deep down would start to eat at him.

He smirked, using his shoe to massage the bulge.

"You love my farts that much, huh? Alright. You're gonna cum from them."

Maeda pushed Sakuma's surprised face up against the wall with his rear end. Yet again, a ripe fart rumbled out, filling the surrounding area up with his musky scent. Sakuma cried out in pure ecstasy, rubbing his nose up and down the crack of his ass. He looked filthy, like a dirty dog in heat. He'd been conditioned that night, and was now craving that sweet, sweet release more than he ever had before.

This was a new kind of torment, a disgusting torture thought up by the most depraved mind around.

Another burst of stink travelled up Sakuma's nostrils, as Tomoaki unzipped and whipped out his pecker once again. The man recognized the noise, even with his eyes obscured by ass. He wanted to taste it on his tongue, to smell the manly pheromones that wafted off it...But he was more than satisfied with the back end tonight.

Tomoaki fapped, and let out one more, triumphant, glorious fart. It was loud and proud, long and strong, and had an earthy, moldy cheese scent. The butler relished in it, letting the fumes go to his head.

They both came in lovely strands of ivory, making beautiful music together. The sounds of choral moans, cascading fluids, and a booming tuba toot was definitely an odd tune, but for the pair, it was welcome.

Sakuma collapsed in bliss, mumbling one last thank you to his gracious master.

Tomoaki bit his lip, turned around, and pumped his schlong once more. One last spurt of baby gravy splattered across the glasses of his unconscious servant.

"Heh...Well that was a lot of fucking fun."

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Sakuma sat at the dinner table with his fellow butlers, eating a graceful meal of short rib and risotto.

"Give me your thoughts on the sauce guys. I worked up a real sweat makin' it, and I'm planning to serve it for Tom- Er..Master tomorrow!", Komine corrected himself, beaming.

The head butler gave the hick a sideye, dabbing a napkin on his soft supple lips.

"It's passable- But this meat is far too raw for our Master. You may like it cooked this way, but you must take his tastes into account when you prepare him food."

"Heh. Ya got me there, Sakuma. You think about all that stuff way more than me."

"Sakuma knows Master better than any of us! He's so cool!", Todou complimented with childish wonderment, eyes sparkling.

"M-Me?!--I hardly deserve such praise!"

Sakuma cleared his throat, feeling pretty happy from the comment.

"Oh Komine, this rice is so so so good!"

Arisato shoved a spoonful down his gullet, moaning happily as he tasted it. Their Kansai chef really had a knack for preparing food.

"Oh yeah?? Ya think so?"

Chatter continued at the dinner table for awhile as the staff all shared their meal. They didn't eat together all the time, but when they did, it was awfully special.

Sakuma paused, blushing when he smelled something familiar among the scents of their meal.

"My stars! Ichinose! Don't you know how rude it is to break wind at the table?"

The quiet man flinched, lowering his head a tad.

"Ichinose is...sorry, Sakuma...He couldn't hold it in."

He coyly pointed to himself.

"But...how did you know..it was me?"

Sakuma pulled at his shirt collar.

"Uh...lucky guess."

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Silence and Cigarette Smoke

Original story and bonus content found here! ↓↓↓↓

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13289933/1/Silence-and-Cigarette-Smoke

(Also I’m so sorry the last chapter posted all jumbled together like that. And also that I’m to garbage to fix it)  The issue with chapter 7 not being viewable though ff.net also seems to be resolved so feel free to read some more if you enjoy. :)

Warning//Gore

Chapter 4: The Post Birthday Bloodbath

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The dull thundering of a train traveling over laid track had always sounded soothing to Lucy. Whether it was a version of simple white noise or one of few comforting memories from her days of running, she could never tell. Something about the rhythmic sway of the train car, mixing with the light hum of the metal hovering. She would argue that she never slept better, besides maybe sleeping near Natsu during the cold winter months. A perk she had come to favor about him over the years. And yet, the rattling of their train compartment lacked its usual lulling charm, her mind wired yet not focused on anything in particular. The dark of the sky had crept up slowly, tearing apart the wicked blue that it had previously embodied. Stella wasn't overly far away, a neighbouring continent overthrown by the Fiore army. Majority of the land was underdeveloped, a cluttered mess of forest and mountains. A singular city near the center was all that resided on the vast land, thus keeping the name of the continent itself. Their train wasn't due to reach the platform until the early hours of the morning, and Lucy couldn't help but let an annoyed sigh escape at the thought. There were at least four more hours of traveling remaining, and time seemed to be passing at half it's regular speed. Not to mention the fact that her companions were sleeping soundly, letting the night slip away without a worry.

They had lucked out with a train equipped well for travel, small, but personal compartments lining down each side of the train's cars. The compartment's themselves were nothing extravagant, simple cloth-covered benches mirroring one another. The sliding door creaking obnoxiously when it was opened. If anything, it's most astounding feature was the lingering smell of old shoes and musty wood.

Lucy glanced over to her pink-haired partner, smirking with slight pity for the boy. Natsu had never served well with travel, a rather astonishing relationship with motion sickness. Even in his sleeping state, she could tell he was miserable, clutching the edges of his stomach with purpose. Porlyusica, the guilds head medical attendant had explained it stemmed from his dragon-slaying abilities. Supposedly his senses were so over heightened, the motion of vehicles rattled his own sense of balance. Still, it didn't make it any less enjoyable to tease said boy about it. Currently, he was seated with his shoulder blades pressed heavily into the cushioned backrest, leaning his head against the chilled window pane. A frame of light fog splaying from where his skin connected, the contrast in temperatures causing the reaction. Natsu was always warm, his average body temperature running much higher than that of a regular human. Though when he slept, it usually spiked much higher, his concentration lacking, barely keeping his own skin under control. He had never voiced it to Lucy, but she knew it was a draining task for him, his wild emotions always causing it to fluctuate. When he got overly flustered or rageful he became damn near scalding. Lucy never really minded it, especially in situations like this, his natural body heat making for a cozy effect. She was curled up on the opposite side of the bench, her back resting against the wall connected to the sliding door. With a muffled groan she moved to remove her freezing toes from the constraints of her boots, deciding to take advantage of the living heater across her. Tucking her feet under his left thigh carefully, she relished in the heat before his sudden jolt startled her. Almost instantly the warmth retracted, simmering under his pores. A slight pout overtaking her lips while she stared at his wide, yet sleep-filled eyes. Of course, he would wake up from the sudden change in atmosphere, the boy always on edge while away from the guild.

"Sorry," He mumbled sheepishly, "Did I get too hot again? I didn't mea-"

"No, it's alright, I was just warming my toes." She cooed, interrupting his typical nervous ramblings. "Sorry I woke you."

"S'all right, wasn't sleeping that good anyway." He shifted in his seat, stretching his strong arms wide with a rough yawn before facing her again. His eyes trailed over the compartment quickly, stopping briefly on all the exit points. The door, the window, and the emergency exit placed snuggly between the roofs panels. His shoulders taking on their practiced tense state as he strained his hearing. Lucy could barely hold back the amused smirk that danced over her face when she saw his nose twitch. Her lips only pulling back wider as he continued his practiced motions, checking the surrounding area for any danger. The nose on that boy could beat that of trained hound any day.

"What, afraid the black wizard might get ya?" She teased, wiggling her fingers at him for emphasis.

Natsu only sighed embarrassingly, scratching at the side oh his throat. Subconsciously acting on his traditional nervous habit."Sorry, Stella always-"

"-Makes you nervous," She finished easily. "I know." She slid her feet deeper under his leg, adjusting until she felt comfortable again. His on edge behavior wasn't unusual when they traveled through Stella, always becoming an anxious mess that intensified greatly the closer they got. He never delved into details about it, always stomping her curiosity with a simple defense. Just a bad feeling. She could practically feel her eyes rolling, hearing his voice clearly pronounce the words in her head.

"Honestly, it makes me nervous too," Lisanna added on a whisper, sluggishly pushing herself up from her resting position. Delicate fingers brushing the sleep from her electric eyes. "After all, its where Zeref was born."

Zeref. The great black wizard. A mage trailed only by the stench of death, or so the legends say. Though he hadn't been sighted in years, his very name still struck fear into the hearts of mages and non-magic users alike. A young boy with the tongue of the devil. His very words a magic vice on your mind. He controlled what he wanted, and that was that. "They say he's immortal." The white-haired woman started again. "A blade couldn't pierce his heart."

Now Lucy's eyes really did roll in their sockets. "Please, your only going to rile him up more." She gestured over to Natsu who served her a practiced annoyed frown. "He'll be on edge until we hit Magnolia again."

Lissana giggled slightly, turning her attention to him. "Don't worry, nobody's seen him in years, it's nothing to stress over."

"Doesn't mean he's gone." He bounced back. "Regardless, there's enough to worry about in Stella with or without him." Lissana's brow arched, curiosity plain as she questioned the statement. "Stella's crawling with royal knights, it's the second base from the border of Bosco."

"I thought there was a ceasefire?" She pressed, to which Natsu scoffed.

"They won't stop until they find Mavis's grave."

"What do they want with the holy goddess?"

"Mavis was the first grand witch," Lucy interjected. "It's rumored her grave carry's the secret to eradicating all enchantments."

Lissana hummed in understanding. "So basically mages should be avoiding this area?" She laughed weekly, crossing her arms with lazy movements. "What a perfect place for us."

"If we keep our hoods up we should be fine," Lucy stated pointedly. "Stella's train station is the major rest point between Seven, Bosco, Iceberg and Joya, there's lots of travelers with new faces. Makes it pretty easy to blend in. Besides, nothing remotely bad has ever happened to us while traveling there. It'll be good to keep our wits about us, but Natsu's major anxiety is a little overkill."

"I just have-"

"A bad feeling?" She finished for him again, rather cheekily. "I know." She nudged him with the top of her foot at his exaggerated eye-roll. "I have no doubts we'll make it back just fine. Lissana peeled her legs from the front of the bench, pulling them upwards to rest her chin on her knee.

"Aren't you from Stella, Natsu?" The man grunted slightly, stiffening and sending the woman a warning look before granting a structured nod.

"Did you ever see him as a child? The black wizard I mean. I think he would have been a few years older, but still a child back then."

"No." His response blunt and harsh, pushed over his teeth. Lucy quirked a brow, scanning over Natsu intently. He crossed his arms at her curiosity, a blank statement that he wasn't planning on explaining the situation further. Lissana sighed, placing a hand under her delicate chin.

"Stella is where Gildarts found Natsu as a child." She explained to the blonde. "He grew up there."

"Come on Lissana." He hissed back. His arms twitching as they stretched over his chest.

"How come you never told me that?" Lucy pressed, fixated on the man's jittery movements. "I thought you didn't remember your childhood?"

"I remember bits and pieces." He slumped backward obnoxiously, deciding that he was definitely stuck in this conversation now. "I just never thought it was important."

"You know where I grew up." She defended shortly.

"Geeze," he scoffed at the blonde playfully. "Like that was a hard one, Princess of Fiore."

The blonde found herself pulling a pout. She wasn't trying to be rude, only holding genuine curiosity about her best friend's life before her. "Well, maybe we could stop at your childhood home before we leave? It would be nice to see where you grew up." Her face warming as she beamed at the boy.

"It doesn't exist anymore." The words forced roughly from his tongue. "I burned it down." She didn't miss the slight twitch of his shoulders, or the way his voice threatened to crack. He puffed out a never mind before claiming he was getting some air, the trains rattling my stomach. A blunt end to their conversation. He was up in a single movement, pushing through the door and ignoring the wine of the sliding mechanics as it slammed back to its original closed resting state.

"Don't take it personally, Natsu's very protective of himself." Lissana tried, (as if Lucy didn't already know that) hopping over to sit next to the blonde. "I shouldn't have brought it up, I only know because I was there the day he arrived. I thought maybe he would have told you, finally opened up to somebody."

"Why would he open up to me? You've known him much longer."

Lissana huffed playfully, tossing her hair with a flick of her wrist. "Even I can see the way he looks at you, all doe-eyed and bashful. It's hard not to notice really."

"Natsu is anything but bashful." Lucy scoffed, giggling slightly. "Though I'm sure I could say the same for you."

"That's sweet of you to say," The fair-haired maiden flushed, "But I have my theories." Lucy stilled for a moment. Was she making a joke? Natsu had never pushed the boundaries that they had established over the years of their friendship, unlike he pushed for the fair-haired woman. Maybe it was because her feelings were so blatant, easy to play off of. Not to mention the comfort fo the family dynamic he shared with her siblings. It's not like she could find any reason she wouldn't want to notice casual pining in her direction, especially from somebody like him, any girl could dream of being so lucky. It was just that it didn't happen like that, and she didn't see any change for the future.

"You're ridiculous." She decided as a response, to which Lissana chuckled fondly. The rest of the trip remained rather silent, even after the dragon slayers return.

Meeting with the client went well, no arguments or concerns from the traveling wizard trio. The client himself was nothing out of the ordinary, a common man whose mother had been a successful wizard. Though he possessed no enchantment of his own, he held the secret of magic secure. The man owned a gracious amount of property in the city, majority of the population's homes falling on his land. Expressing his concerns for the people he bid the group luck as they headed to find the feverish bandit group that had been terrorizing them. Natsu didn't remove his face-concealing cloak, let alone speak during the whole exchange which only left the blonde wondering if he recognized the man from his childhood years. Unlikely as it was, she couldn't shake the suspicion; her friend's body language balancing on peculiar.

The bandit group, Twilight Oger (or so they called it.) had taken up residence in the city's abandoned mine. Converting the tunnels into a makeshift base. The group had established a rather daunting reputation with the city of Stella, the citizens growing too weary to attempt to run them out on their own. The royal guard batting an unusually blind eye. The rumor of their supposed sex trafficking didn't sit well with Lucy either. "We should set up a plan," Lissana suggested lightly. Her voice a much-needed contrast to the silence they had been walking in.

"Walk through the front doors and knock some heads."

Lucy shook her head playfully at the brash fire-breather, shoving his shoulder slightly. "I think we should split up," The peppy white-haired woman continued. "It would be easier to sneak around, a stealthy approach might be best considering we don't know how spread out in the tunnels they are."

"Also easier for one of us to get caught off guard. Aren't these thugs notorious for trapping woman?"

"You aren't traveling with common woman Natsu." The fair-haired woman retorted back. "Don't be so degrading, we can handle ourselves just fine." The peaceful smile she sported did little to sweeten her harsh words. Though Lucy found herself nodding slowly in agreement. "Plus it'll allow me to try out my new spell without you two getting in the way." She winked cheekily.

"I dunno," the dragon slayer mumbled, scratching at his throat in practiced fashion. "I really think we should stick together, I have a bad feeling about this place." Lucy could practically taste the anxiety of his words as they dripped over his chin. They should probably listen, Natsu's suspicions usually turned out to be right. But his overly annoying constant worrying from the city made it hard to distinguish his keen senses from his blind panic. Nothing ever happened to them in Stella. A nieve approach yes, but also a chance to prove herself to the man that always seems to protect her.

"I think it should be alright," the blonde finally interjected. "The tunnels should echo enough to hear one another if we call for help." Natsu simply shook his head muttering an annoyed Whatever under his breath. She felt kind of bad, gaining up on the man. This was supposed to be his birthday mission after all. But in all honestly, Lucy found herself surprisingly excited, an opportunity to show her teammate how far she'd advanced. A fully-fledged Fairy Tail member that could handle her own.

The group traveled to their destination at a quick pace. The air filled with Lissana's constant enamored pestering towards a certain Salamander. Lucy more distracted by the winding paths of the city's streets, decorated sporadically with aged trees and vegetation. She thought it was rather sweet, how well her two teammates were getting along. Even with Lissana's words on the way over. It was nice to see Natsu's pleased expression towards the woman. A long-time childhood friend and admirer. Though their newest member still bristled her, Lucy made a silent promise to invite her out with them more. It was nice to travel alongside another female, and if it made Natsu happy, then she was sure she could live with it.

The sun was beginning to set by the time they arrived, the night sky pouring out for its time to play. The stars blessing Lucy's soul, her magic vibrating deliciously under her skin. Her power almost doubling in the light of the night. The moon's shift was her favorite time to cast. As they stepped through the taped off mine entrance she could practically feel her excitement begin to bubble over. Traditionally she held a rather level head during missions, keeping her partner's explosive personality in check. Yet she found herself letting go, ready to show off her own power.

"I really think we should push through together," Natsu mumbled under his breath. The words so foreign on the rambunctious man's tongue; always ready to run ahead of the group in search of action, yet never far enough away that he couldn't protect those closest to him. It wasn't a secret that he was much stronger than his usual travel partner Lucy, but she didn't want him to feel obligated in protecting her when he already does so much.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" Lissana bubbled, already skipping off towards one of the winding shafts. Lucy's lips pulling into a smile as she began following her lead towards another turn-off.

"Lucy." Her name pronounced like rocks on cement, jaded and sharp. She spun on her heel carefully, her smile falling at the dragon slayer's serious tone.

"I can take care of myself Natsu." She mused. "You don't need to hold my hand all the time."

A low grumble resounded in the boy's throat as he ran his rough fingers through spiked locks nervously. "Geeze Luce, I know I don't." She raised her eyebrow at his cautious tone. "It's just.. last time you were on your own I found you beaten half to death in the middle of the forest."

All mocking aside, Lucy felt her temper skyrocket. Of course, he didn't think she was capable. "I'm not a fragile little princess anymore. That was years ago." She spat, anger boiling over. "You don't need to save me all the time."

"I know, I know... I just want you to be careful. Sometimes you have trouble keeping your magic under control during the night."

"Like you're one to talk, you burn everything around you the second your emotions get out of wack." Internally she knew her anger was getting the better of her, words falling from her jaw faster then her mind could process. He was just worried about her, as a caring teammate should be. The pained expression he was now wearing only verified that fact. Mindlessly her fingers began fidgeting at her belt. Her lungs pushing her spitfire attitude out with a breathy exhale. "I'm sorry Natsu, that was uncalled for. I shouldn't have said that. I'm just excited is all. I'll be careful, I promise." Natsu's deep onyx gaze burned into her for a moment before he nodded, although reluctant, it was an agreement none the less. She reached out, squeezing his wrist confidently before turning back to face her chosen path. "You be careful too! Mira will surly cut off my head if I bring you home needing more stitches."

The forgotten shafts were confusing, to say the least. The floorplan coming across as sporadic and unplanned. There was little that argued what a great hideout it made, trapping its victims in a maze until they were prayed upon by vicious ogres. The lack of security flowing down the halls only proving that their targets felt the same way. Lucy had only run into two men along the way, their skills lacking, making it an easy victory for the blonde. The lack of scream's echoing offered that her teammates were fairing the same. Even with their earlier agreement that stealth was the best option, Natsu had never been the quiet/silent type. Especially when fired up in a battle. Either the mine shafts didn't share sound as good as Lucy had estimated, or he hadn't run into anyone just yet.

The must that surrounded her intensified greatly as she progressed, the smell practically suffocating her. Senses dampened by its nature. The only sound around her was the clack of boots connecting to the rocky earth, and the creaky hinge of the lantern strung to her hip. The ground becoming less and less traveled. It was peculiar really, with the placement of the mine so central to town. One would think at least a few curious teenagers would have come to poke around before rumors had sprouted about Twilight ogres appearance. And yet her footprint's were the only evidence of human life.

Groaning loudly, Lucy spun, heading back towards the entrance. Agitated that her luck pulled her towards one of the unused routes. Expectedly her group had already rounded up majority of their targets while she wandered around uselessly. Placing her palm to her forehead she let out an embarrassed huff. All her big talk was for nothing, the harsh tone she had used against her friend making her mood plummet even farther. All she could do now was pick up her pace and hope she could make herself helpful with tying up loose ends. Lucy always hated when jobs turned out this way, especially when Natsu insisted she collected her portion of the reward despite her actual effort. Not that it mattered today, this mission was supposed to be for Natsu after all. And truthfully after Lissana had decided to join them she had done nothing to make the trip enjoyable for her pink-haired friend. Silently she promised to the empty halls that she would apologize to him when they finished their job.

When Lucy rounded the corner back to the entrance she was debating which tunnel to follow. Pacing back and forth in front of Natsu's entrance before resolving that his nose probably led him exactly where he wanted to go. With quick steps she bounded down the winding hall's, trying her best to stay along the path of the firebreathers signature sandal footprints.

A scream that caused her blood to run cold echoed around her with striking prominence. Lissana's sweet tone coming across shrill and ragged. There wasn't a moment to process before Lucy's legs propelled her forward. The sound of angelic sobs guiding her path. Any and all excitement she had previously been consumed with smothered like a candle without oxygen. The shaft began to blossom with light as she rounded each corner, the weight barring planks becoming more and more re-enforced. If that wasn't already enough clues she was approaching the center of the base, the newly constructed grand entrance that appeared before her did.

Acting quickly, Lucy pressed herself against the corner of the doorframe, analyzing the situation before charging headstrong into the commotion. Obviously, the treacherous group had put some work in. The cavern dugout to be much larger than anything man-made underground should be. Large metal lanterns decorating the ceiling with patterned placement. Casting enough light to see, but not enough to dismiss the eerie atmosphere. Small beds, makeshift furniture and gang members coating the outer walls while the center remained bare. Except of course for the probable main event of their evening.

A rugged-looking man stood center a wooden stage-like platform. Greasy hair curling over knarled shoulders. Even in the dim light, Lucy couldn't miss the disgusting gleam of the man's golden teeth. Oh so typical of a rich bandit. But what really caught her off guard was the squirming woman entrapped by his rugged arms, top strewn aside leaving her covered only in lacy white undergarments. His chapped lips smirking into her cheek while he pinned her against his bare chest. His one hand prying dirty fingers into her supple mouth while the other pressed a rusty blade to her exposed stomach. Though not enough pressure to break skin, it was just enough to make Lucy's mouth run dry.

"Let her go." Natsu's enraged voice scrapped over every surface, demanding attention from all living things. Lucy cast her eyeline off to the side, finally noting her partner's presence. His clothes looked slightly battle-torn, but overall he looked un-worrisome. His expression was firm, lips drawn into a tight line while his eyes trained on the enemy standing before him. Even from her placement on the other side of the cavern, Lucy could feel the scorching waves roll off of him. A terrifying might in the face of adversity.

"What are you going to do about it fire boy?" The man's shrill voice causing Lucy to shiver. "Even if you get rid of us, more will come. Those royal soldiers are very eager customers. And there's plenty of women to go around here." Natsu lunged forward, feet indenting the ground with sheer pressure. The man howled playfully, cackling like a madman as he sidestepped out of harm's way. Lissana squeaking at the sudden movement." Natsu spun quickly, fang-like teeth bared while he coiled his muscles, ready for his next pounce. "Make a move like that again and I might have to carve up your little girlfriend early!' The blade against her stomach pressed deeper, causing Lissana to jolt, a high pitched screech crawling between the man's fingers. A sloppy line of red spilling from her torso down the hilt of the blade. Natsu looked frozen, his eyes never daring to stray from the glint of metal. Mind fighting with his anger to consider the safest course of action.

Shit shit shit. This was definitely not how Lucy had expected to reunite with her teammates. Instantly her fingers shot into the confines of her purse, searching desperately for the lone piece of white chalk she always carried. Mind racing dangerously through her memorized incantations. Though her magic wasn't necessarily designed for hand to hand combat like Natsu's, she held a natural talent for spellcasting. Confident that she was capable of at least making a big enough distraction for Natsu to proceed, she started scratching the lines of a practiced magic circle. The white of the chalk easily visible over the dark rock beneath her. Her frantic hand movements made the lines far less legible then she preferred, but it would do for now. The blonde dropped her weight to the floor, careful in her attempt to stay silent as she crossed her legs. Delicate palms slapping against the earth over her created circle. Her eyelids slamming shut in concentration while her lips parted for the whisper of incantation. Almost instantly the very ground beneath them shook with purpose, guiding cracks up the walls and spewing rocks from the ceiling. She didn't worry about frightening her teammates, she knew Natsu could smell her, even with his focus concentrated elsewhere. Hopefully, they could get this situated and escape to safety before she brought heaven's wrath down atop their heads. The spell itself was no easy feat, calling upon the gods light to alter the earth. Lucy only capable of casting it under the light of the moon. No doubt it would bring attention from the townsfolk their way, but at this moment the blonde thought it was the best course of action. She could feel the shudder under her legs as the shafts hidden deeper under the earth collapsed, the roaring sound of rockfall scattering through the cavern.

Natsu's strong tone carried over easily as he sneered cheekily, "Now you really fucked up. Gone and made the angel mad." Even in deep concentration, Lucy felt a smile drum at her lips.

"I already knew there was three of you. We thieves hear of all magic activity in Stella. She's no threat, pesky fairies lack the resolve to drop the ground over the heads of their 'comrades'."

"Bet." The dragon slayer's singular cocky reply sang like a choir to Lucy, pushing her magic to expand outwards. A sickening crack bestowed over them, one of the main support beams snapping under pressure. The scared cries of ogres screaming far louder. The blond's brow furrowed slightly as she felt her very skin vibrate, her magic fluctuating drastically. "You're okay Lucy." Natsu's voice rang true, obviously taking notice in her power surge. Yes, she was O.K. She wouldn't falter so easily when her friend's lives were on the line. She just had to keep the main cavern intact a little longer, enough time for them to escape. She was strong, and she could do it.

The man continued to cackle hysterically, bouncing his weight between his feet. "Bad move fire boy." He taunted. All Lucy could hear was Lissana's blood curtailing wail and Natsu's panicked shouts when she realized they had lost. Her lashes fluttered open, eyes rolling uncomfortably as her vision was obstructed by blinding light. She couldn't stop. She was losing control, just as her partner had foreseen. Her own magic blinding her sight.

"Lucy!" Natsu's worried screech reached from the main cavern. "Cut the fuse!" A pit burned its way into the depths of her stomach, fear of how this situation was going to end if she couldn't regain control. All she had wanted to do was help, and now the situation was only going to get worse. Splinters of support beams rained furiously over her, enraged with being disturbed after so many silent years. She felt her body shake with the earth's pure ferocity. "Please, Lucy!" He tried again, his voice swirling with Lissana's wild screams. She still couldn't stop. She was going to kill them all.

Lucy wasn't sure how many agonizingly slow minutes had passed when her vision finally re-focused, disturbingly strong hands clamping around her delicate wrist's and pulling her back to earth. And god, what an unpleasant sight to be greeted with. Two men that reeked of whiskey and sex smirking greedily at her.

"You's a pretty scary witch when you're casting, eyes going all white and shit. Body twitching like an addict." Lucy scrambled back frantically, her spine slamming into the stone arch. The men leaping upon her with a timed pounce, pinning her tightly against the frame. The first man stretching his fingers around her chin. "But yet, your so pretty. I'd have fun breaking a little thing like you." His alcohol glazed tongue searing along her creamy cheek. Lucy screeched vividly in disgust, springing her knee upwards to the man's groin. He recoiled with blunt movements, swinging his arm around to backhand her. The ferocity splitting her skin. "You sly bitch!" He fired another shot to her jaw. "You's makin' enemies with the wrong person." She tried to pry her head away from the man's violent swings, eyes scrambling to take in her surroundings. Small pebbles and dust still gave way from the ceiling, but the ground seemed to have relaxed, her magic cut out at the roots. The tunnel she had originally traveled down lay in ruin, barley leaving enough space for a full-grown adult to crawl back to the light. Thankfully though, the traumatizing screams had stopped, Natsu's much calmer voice the only thing ringing out.

"You okay Lucy?!"

If the blonde hadn't received another painful blow to her lower lip she probably would have snickered. "A little preoccupied at the moment." She grunted, purposely spitting the blood that was pooling around her gums over her assailant's face. She bucked her legs intently, thrashing around like a child until she freed one of her arms. With a sinched brow she slammed her palm over the first man's chest, muttering a simple incantation that caused her hand to pulse. Holy light rained down again, this time pin-pointed above her enemy's lungs and flinging him backward through the semi-demolished doorway and into the main cavern. A short victory smile produced from her mouth before she felt her body tremor. A light, yet firm reminder of how much magic she had just finished exerting, and how fragile it made her body.

Sucking in a deep breath she tried to muster strength from tomorrow, using her free hand to claw into the dirt. Muscles protesting annoyingly while she pulled herself away from the remaining man. "Not so fast witch." His tone twisting the word to sound like a vulgar insult. The hilt of his own blade striking into the round bone of her ankle. A torn wail exhaled from her, reacting to the pain but thanking the heavens that she hadn't heard the crack of her bones splitting. It wasn't much, but it gave the man an opening, tucking his legs in only to spring them out into her back. Shoving her ungracefully through the frame to join the rest of the crowd. Lucy cradled her ribs carefully, attempting to regain the air that man had so rudely ripped away from her. She was only able to catch a glimpse of her dragon slayers unreadable expression before more greedy hands tore her from the ground, dragging her center-stage to join the 'show'.

"Well fire boy, I suppose thanks are in order." The leader mewled again tapping his now drenched blade against a whimpering Lissana's torso. "Bringing me two of the most beautiful woman in Fiore and barely puttin up a fight to keep them." He was taunting now, voice never losing his deranged laughter. "Don't know why to maidens of this caliber are slugging around with someone like you, but I guess I should give you a little credit," Natsu growled darkly, his body growing tenser (If that was even possible), muscles coiling dangerously. The leader followed Lucy with hungry eyes, watching as Lucy was strung up by another man in the same manner as Lissana. The only difference was the blade pushing fearfully hard against the pulse point of her throat, leaving her stomach out of harm's way. Honestly, she wasn't sure which she would prefer more. She watched Natsu's dark anguish filled orbs bounce back and forth between her and Lissana. She tried to capture his attention, pleading with him by expression that everything was going to be alright. That he should focus on the more injured of the two and leave her to her own devices, but his glance never lasted long enough. "I know!" The leader piped up again excitedly. "It seems a little unfair to steal away both your girls after that pathetic display," He toyed, "So, how about I suggest a little game?"

"I ain't playing shit." Natsu responded bluntly.

"Don't be such a downer fire boy, this will be fun."

"Every time I hear that, things don't usually end up being that 'fun'." He spat. relaxing his tight fist momentarily before clenching it again.

The leader only smiley devilishly, continuing his frantic knife tapping over Lissana's stained skin. "I'm going to let you pick one." He decided. "Pick a girl to take home while one rots away under some pompous sex-deprived guard." The look on Natsu's face practically shattered Lucy's heart. One of absolute horror that something like that had even been offered to him. His singular broken reply of sick bastard weighing heavily on the limited oxygen.

"It's okay Natsu," Lucy offered dumbly, wincing when the tip of the blade punctured her skin. Hot thick liquid oozing down her neck, threatening to break her resolve. "Take Lissana out of here, I'll be alright." She tried to produce a weak smile but Natsu's sad cold eyes froze her as he shook his head. She gulped loudly, feeling the blade press deeper with her every word. Her captor obviously not pleased with her speech. "Please." She tried again, but Natsu only shook his head faster.

"No way in hell."

"This is so not the time to be stubborn." She retched, cringing at the sticky feeling coating over her chest. She tried to ask him again but the blade slid uncomfortably under her skin and all she could summon was strangled yelp. Surprisingly, it did nothing to help the exchange.

The dragon slayer's eyes bulged, raising his arm's defensively, voice frantic and lost. "Stop!" He yelled, "Don't hurt them anymore, give me a second to think!" She had never seen the man look so uncomfortable.

Lucy slammed her eyes shut at her holders' increasingly wild movements, jerking the blade against her without a care. "This is ridiculous lover boy," The leader spat over his laughter. "I, out of the goodness of my own heart offer you back one of the women you practically dropped in my lap. And you cant even decide which pussy you'd rather ride? Pathetic!" He hollered, the rest of his goon's joining in. "I'm good and bored now, you sucked all the fun out of this. I don't even need these girls!" At this point, it was hard to distinguish words through his manic howls. "You have three seconds before I just kill them both." Natsu's attention snapped back to him like his mind was finally processing the events that were about to unfold.

The cold-hearted cheering of a slow count sprouted from the other members. Starting at Three and barley pronouncing the O in One before all hell broke loose. The roaring sound of metal clad boots slamming into the earth above, signaling the extremely overdue arrival of the royal army. Bandits screaming and crawling over one another like wild animals in search of escape from a rabid predator. And Natsu's scalding shoulder crashing into her sternum, throwing her away from the wicked man's grasp. She rolled roughly against the dirt, hand shooting to her throat to pressurize the bleeding. She was gulping greedily for air when she heard the stomach flipping joyful voice cry out above the commotion. "Good choice! I think I would have picked her too." Nothing but freezing, blood-curdling cries followed. Lucy felt her limbs stiffen at the sound, her chocolate irises the only responsive part of her body. Taking in her horrific environment with shocking detail. Natsu was only a few steps away from Lissana, His body recovering quickly from surging towards her, propelling him back to the remaining prisoner. But a few steps was a few too many, and Lucy and her partner could do nothing but watch as their friend was quite literally gutted before them.

Blood had always been red. But nothing compared to the deep scarlet pooled around the stark white of Lissana's being. An enraged bloody titan plucking the clouds goddess right from the sky and dragging her to the fiery pits of hell. That is, if hell consisted of somebody shredding your torso to smithereens and hysterically laughing as vital organs spewed through the skin. Lucy was sure that in this world, nothing would ever hold a candle to the vile scene displayed before her. The grotesque sound of a lifeless body crashing limply over its inner parts. The ferocious roar of a wounded dragon casting thieves to scaper away, a high pitched squeal on their lips. All the while a daunting march of hungry war men encroached on them.

Lucy's head snapped painfully back to reality. They couldn't stay here, the army would swallow them alive. The Ogres were sprinting out of a tunnel near the back of the cavern, no doubt another way out laid beyond it. They still had a chance. With a silent prayer to all that was holy, she pulled herself up from her shambled mess on the floor. Taking rushed staggered footsteps towards her partner and the offending carcass in front of him. "Natsu..." She croaked. "We need to get out of here." She rested her palm on his shoulder, placing most of her weight on him. Her ankle lacking in its career of helping her walk. He didn't seem to notice her. Lips quivering as he muttered under his breath, fingers twitching, coated in the blood he had tried to prevent. "Natsu, we need to go..." She tried again, giving the man a light shake.

"We can't just leave her here..." His broken cry pleaded, head-spinning to meet her gaze. Never, in all the years Lucy had known Natsu, had she seen him cry. His deep onyx eyes swimming with salty tears, his raging passion extinguished. Her strong motivator completely shattered before her, frantically attempting to scoop spilled organs back into a frayed body. The footsteps of soldiers drawing ever closer as her own tears spilled over.

"Please Natsu." She sobbed, gaging slightly as blood bubbled from the split in her throat. She thought his previous expression succeeded in breaking her heart, but the look he was giving her now practically split it in two. A mangled pain-ridden yell erupting from his chest while he grasped Lucy's wrist, dragging her away from their murdered friend and the on slot of guards that inadvertently let it happen.

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Blinded By Your Light - Part 3. On Changing.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Y/N is the definition of ordinary. Studying at a medical school as far as she can get from her rainy hometown of Birmingham, she never expected to be shipped off the Flanders when the war was at it’s peak. Much less to meet a handsome young patient with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes she had seen in her life who as fate would have it would fall into her lap.

Word Count: 3474 (again, this one was getting really long so I split it into two parts, so this bit is pretty short and the other one is much longer. It’s pretty chaotic, actually. You can really see my internal screaming shining through!)

Warnings: uhhhhhh “blasphemy” (in that reader roasts Jesus and like three different people tell God to piss off)?? Me writing about Birmingham, knowing absolutely nothing about Birmingham.

A/N: You might think you’ve already read this and “Oh look, — is back on their bullshit” but no! You haven’t! (I was a right idiot and posted chapter 4 (which wasn’t even finished yet) instead of chapter 3 (which was finished), so you probably got a punch in the face with in-contextual angst and a whole lotta plot holes, amigo. 

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When you could stand again, you stood and bought yourself a cup of coffee in the town square. Sitting in the mid-morning sunlight, smoothing down your uniform and watching the children playing football and laughing, you tried to convince yourself that this would be the end of things. In the clearer light it was easier for you to imagine that his face was already fading from your mind, becoming steadily little more than one of the faded posters on the boulangerie wall, yet another reminder of the past quickly disappearing into the morning air. By the time you'd finished your coffee it would have gone entirely.

Or so you tried so hard to believe.

Yet despite all this - despite the surprising warmth of the morning as you took a walk along the banks of the river, despite the flowers blooming beside the river that you picked and arranged in a little bouquet to lay upon your windowsill when you got back to the hospital, despite the way the sunlight looked upon the water and the way you could swear the face you saw staring up at you was anything but your own - the hospital when you returned to it seemed colder and lonelier than ever before, the empty shell that seemed all at once too small to hold you and large enough to drown you into its tall white walls and empty corridors that led nowhere at all now. He was not waiting for you at the end of those corridors. Nothing was waiting for you at the end of those corridors.

You tried to get back to work as normal, but even you could see that something had changed, and things could never be as good as they were before. Every morning was a little colder inside, even though the sun burst brighter and the flowers painted your windowsill red and pink and glorious yellow when you woke, still the days were longer and you went to sleep a little lonelier than when you woke up that morning. It was becoming increasingly clear that there was nothing to keep you here now that he was gone, and you hated it.

You hated the way you still saw him when you walked into the west ward to change the sheets of the last few patients, spending longer and longer in your chamber, waiting listlessly for orders that never came because there was no one here anymore. The war was over; you had won, so why did it all feel so tragic?

And so it was not long before you handed in your notice, taking those last four lonely weeks to wander around the grounds aimlessly, taking in the trees in bloom, the birds that wheeled overhead at dawn when every night you could not sleep for wanting to leave so badly. You'd never seen it all before, all the colours of the sky when the long nights were finally over and the endless days began again as though they never left. Four weeks was all it took, to stand by his bed more than you would like to admit, trying to conjure him back up as he whirled through your mind like the happiest thought that you would never have again. The taste of his lips as he left you, the way he laughed and the sight of him watching as you walked up the hospital aisle every morning, regular as the sun and you loved him a little more every day.

When those four weeks were over at last you packed your bags and left for good, casting one last glance over your shoulder as you resigned those last memories to peace as he cast no letters across that boundless ocean to you. Almost a month, and not a word had come your way. A smarter girl than you might have been over him by now. And as the train carried you out of the station and the nowhere town you left behind, you wondered if the view had been so sweet to him.

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Quitting medical school had been the easy part. Stepping off the train in Kent, it only took a matter of days before you had had enough of the quaint little villages, so much like the lonely town now far into your past, with their thatched roofs and old boarding schools. Soon enough you were on another train, this time further North, watching the forests of bluebells slipping past out of the train window, becoming grayer, flatter, towns where there was no sun at all as you came closer and closer to where you knew you must now go.

And late that night you were there at last, leaving the station and making your way down the familiar backstreets to the church as you took in once again the dark and dirty streets and drab buildings. The little neighbourhood you knew better than any - Small Heath, Birmingham.

It had been a shock at first - even to you, long away as you might have been, the change was brutally clear and unnerving. Outside the station the buildings were faded now, hung with washing dripping red water thick with the traces of blood onto the street, and you could see the marks of bullets on the walls and drainpipes, shots missed in fights there rarely were before. The town was a shadowy reminder that all the world had changed a little for the worse.

"Ma'am?"

You were shaken out of your dark thoughts by the sudden voice of a station steward, a young boy with deep worry-lines on his face that made you wonder what he'd seen that you could not even imagine. It wasn't good for young boys to look so old. You smiled down at his briefly, and he gestured to the heavy suitcase you were carrying.

"Sure y'got the right stop?" he sounded genuinely surprised, and even before when there was trouble in the streets you had never heard that telltale strain of concern in his voice. It struck you like a slap to the face - he was afraid for you. You felt like you were walking into hell itself.

"Yeah, quite sure. This is Small Heath, right?" you joked tensely, forcing a reassuring smile but he seemed not to register or not to find it amusing as he frowned at you calculatingly, trying to figure something out about you. You tried not to shrink under his gaze, unused to such unusual behaviour and trying to remember something about this from before. Had it really been so cold here before? You couldn't remember being so uneasy.

" 'Fraid so. Y'got anywhere to stay?" he stood beside you, facing the street, but you could see him sneak a glance at you out of the corner of his eye as he said it, as if waiting for your answer with a great deal of interest. Concern. You convinced yourself that you were not unnerved.

"Yeah, I... the church." The words slipped out before you could stop them, the hasty plan concocted on the train even as it was nearing the station. You thought perhaps you had known all along what you had to do, still it seemed unreal to say it out loud, like trying to talk about a dream and having it come out as empty words and the promise of it being greater, grander in your mind when it was yours to live alone. There was some darkness, some curious depth in those simple words that made you wonder if there were some untold fate yet hanging in the stars for you, the promise or the warning of some unseen path stretching before you as you left the train and began again somewhere new. This was only the beginning of things. "My father is the priest."

"Ah." he grunted, nodding and you wondered if it had eased his mind or burdened it. You hadn't been home in so long that you doubted he even remembered you as he pretended to. He couldn't have been more than sixteen, still just a child and working already late into the night. "Two lefts and a right down the back alley." he pointed away and you bristled, his patronising tone getting on your nerves.

"Yes, I know where the church is!" you snapped, exhausted from the journey and exasperated. You couldn't wait to get out of the cold and put down your bags in your childhood room, get some sleep and find it all brighter and friendlier than tomorrow, the Birmingham you remembered instead of the harsh city you somehow seemed to have fallen into in its place.

"Right, right. Meant no harm, just that yer" at this he scratched his head pensively, trying to find the right words to say, "just don't look like yer the sorts that's from round here, s'all." he looked you over once again, and this time you rolled your eyes and, picking up the suitcase barely filled with all that had been your life for the past years, set off down the street.

It was only late afternoon, still you had missed the sunset and found yourself now in the midst of a hazy evening gloom, blueish and thick with smoke and the smell of rain in the distance, threatening and homely and a million other things that you couldn't quite find words for. The streets around you were no warmer than you had feared, the windows shut up against the cold and barred for good measure, doors locked and padlocked. The whole tcity resplendent in its grime and fear and darkness, and you could taste the foreboding like a sore upon your tongue, soiling those chapped lips where once his kisses gave you the truth you had so long been seeking, and once took it away. You found yourself hurrying slightly as you walked down empty streets where you could have sworn there had been life, been light, before. Shivering a little against the icy cold, you could not help your mind straying back to the sunny mornings in the hospital where you had been so sure that summer would come earlier, bring lighter days and brighter hearts but here the cold wold last forever.

And, turning a sharp bend in the street, there it loomed before you - the tall brick walls of the church, single spire pointing up into the starless sky in vindication of some god turned away from this personal hell of a town. You reached around in your pockets for the keys from a lifetime before. In case you ever came back, and here you were before the tall doors, looking on at what you were beginning to fear was a very bad decision. You should not have come back here; you should have stayed away while there was still memory enough to convince you that this city was more than just this mass of shut-up shops and bullet-marks and stories behind every brick and muddy cobblestone that seemed more blood than words to tell.

With that thought still burning in your mind, you unlocked the doors and pushed them open with no small effort, shuddering at the loud groan as they jolted open. Before you the church was dark as night, a single candle at the altar the only sign that here was life at all. You thought you could remember a time when the nights were alive with candlelight, warm and welcoming as though here was some heaven sent down to you in that time when you could still be forgiven. There was no forgiveness here, only the cruel reminder that if there was a better place this was not it, and you doubted you could ever reach it at all. The war was over, and for the first time in your life you had sins enough to atone forever.

You stopped in front of the altar for a moment, looking up at Christ on his cross in the faint glow of the candlelight, shadows like ropes upon his wrists and playing upon his face, and through the half-light you could make out those disappointed eyes staring down at you, distant on his sad height. Once, when you were so much younger, you had asked your father why he looked so sad. Your father told you he was dying, that he loved the world and so he had to die for it. You hadn't understood and he had told you that sometimes when you love something you have to let it go, and let yourself be hurt by it to let you know you really love it. There are somethings you can't not love, no matter how many times they let you down. You thought perhaps you never understood that until now. You took a tea-candle from the rack beside the altar, lighting one carefully and setting it beneath the cross with a quick prayer under your breath and a last glance up at the messiah in his glorious death before your eyes.

You picked up your suitcase again and went on to the door in the back wall of the church, half-concealed behind a thick purple curtain. Taking a deep, shaky breath, you lifted a hand and knocked once, twice, upon the worn wood. A minute or so passed and you considered knocking again when, from somewhere in the backrooms behind the door, there came the sound of heavy footsteps, and promptly a low sound as of the tapping of the door, followed by the clicking of several locks. A compartment in the top of the door slid open, a small opening appearing through which you could see a flash of white hair.

"Who is it."

Your father's voice, but old and tired and with a strain that was more of guilt than of age, so changed it took you a moment to recognise the man you knew behind the door.

"(Y/N)." you murmured, biting your lip to keep from bursting out with emotion at the tired man who came suddenly into view through the window. He looked up at you then, and his eyes met yours, clouded and white and unseeing entirely.

"(Y/N)." he repeated softly, more to himself than to you, reaching up to rub his blind eyes with a trembling hand. "(Y/N)." he shook his head and smiled sadly, and for a moment you wondered if he would turn you away, for even in the blurred white of those eyes you could not miss the shadow that passed across his features, as though he wished you anywhere but here.

Then the shadow passed, and he reached out for the door again. You heard another lock break open, then one more, then the door whined as it opened out. You had not remembered there being so many locks there before. You could not remember there being any there at all. Why would you need locks in a church? You squeezed through the low doorway, bursting out into the small anteroom beyond. There, upon the old kitchen table, were laid out the remnants of a meagre dinner, one place setting and a half-filled glass of whiskey. You couldn't remember your father drinking. You tried to ignore the sound of the locks clicking back into place behind you, the way your father checked them anxiously to make sure they held. You tried not to wonder what he was keeping out.

"Didn't expect yer." he muttered, wheezing a little as he felt for his chair and sat heavily.

"Sorry. Didn't expect to be back. Just sort of happened." it wasn't entirely a lie. You had thought for some time that maybe you should go home, try to start again like you did when you were small. You had thought perhaps that here, where everything had been so easy and free, you could set things right, forget about your winter in Flanders and leave the past to rest. It was only as you were on the train, heading further and further from Kent with every passing second, that you knew that, conscious decision or not, you were on your way to Birmingham. It had seemed almost that fate had a plan laid out for you, though you did not know what it was.

"Glad yer back. Been... different without you. Wish things were better 'ere for yer." his eyes wandered around the room, then snapped back to you as his expression grew more stern and wistful.

"What'd'ya mean?" you smiled at your own accent coming back a little. The longer you stayed here the stronger it became, and it always amused you to hear it slipping through when you least expected it. The american patients at the hospital had used to like the clipped Kentish voice you had got used to using, and you had always laughed at that. If they only knew what you Brits were really like, you bet they wouldn't be quite so impressed.

"Ain't exactly how you left it, thought y'would have seen it by now." he reached for his glass and you pushed it into his hands. He grunted a thank-you and took a long, slow sip of his whiskey. Finishing the glass, he set it down and stared off into the distance with a drawn-out sigh. "It's getting worse out there. People are dying, and there ain't nothing God's got to do about it. 'S evil. 'S getting more and more evil."

You shivered involuntarily at his words, and at the late-March chill that had crept in without you noticing, tugging your thin cardigan closer around you. All of a sudden you wished you hadn't come here. The cold, the darkness, the streets with their laundry soaked through with more blood than water, there was something about it that made you want nothing more than to run away like you did all those years before.

"Church is quiet. Didn't see anyone in there tonight."

He sneered at the wall, laughing bitterly into his glass and tugging at the neck of his wrinkled robe, the figure of a saint abandoned to his God alone.

"The world daren't need a God when they got guns inside their pillowcases. There's no God out there, only hurt and more blood every'day. En't no one in church for days now, and when they are, en't no forgiveness for them too. There'll be darkness coming, judgement and just you watch, none of 'em will be spared. None of us at all."

You bit your lip hard, looking on at the man in front of you as one might look at a spitting serpent, just a little more dangerous and a lot more worrying than you remembered. But there was a moment in his anger that soothed you, because this was exactly the man you had always feared him to be, in those days when his anger would get the best of him and he would come raining down upon you like the hellish words of God turned vengeful. He was quiet, but he was and always had been a little crueller than was normal for a priest in a town of sinners, and you had spent the best part of your life wondering which of him he was entirely - the anger or the sadness that came after. And now you knew exactly, that he was the vengeance of the righteous man that is inside unholy.

"Is my room still here?"

"Course. Didn't know if you'd want it when y'came back." When you came back. He had been waiting for you, knowing you'd come back eventually. No one ever left here, and you were no exception. This grim, grey city had an unusual way of pulling you back in every time you ran away, reaching out with shadowy fingertips to snatch away whatever daydream of a life you had built before you. "Go on. I'll be a little longer."

You went to the stairs, looking back over the bannister and through the hallway doorway to see him sitting alone in the kitchen, staring off into space, his expression a murky mess of turmoil and troubled conflict. Even after so long you could still read him like a book. From a distance he looked so small, a tiny figure hunched over in gowns that were too big for him. The same gowns he used to command a room in, stately and tall. The years had changed more than just you.

"Dad."

He lifted his head in the direction of your voice, blinking as you tried to find something to say to let him know that you had not missed him, but that you loved him so much in that moment that you thought perhaps if you would leave again now you'd miss him this time around.

"It's not so bad."  

You smiled and went upstairs.

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[grandtheftstarship]

Troublemaker (Jim Kirk x Fem!Reader)

A/n: I literally love this one it’s one of my best!! Enjoy :D

Summary: [y/n] is reassigned to the Enterprise after breaking one too many regulations. Jim finally meets his match.

Word Count: 3739 Warnings: SO. MUCH. FLUFF. also cursing Posted: Tumblr, Wattpad Requested: No

"You can't keep doing this, [Y/n]," Admiral Pike sighed, running a hand through his already ruffled hair. "One of these days, I'm not going to be able to fight Marcus and you're going to get fired."

"They can't fire me," you scoffed. "They know I'm valuable. I beat the Kobayashi Maru, I aced all of my classes in the academy with flying colors, not to mention the fact that if it wasn't for me, the entire fleet would still be operating with only warp six!"

"[y/n], listen to me," Pike urged harshly. "Just because you're a genius, doesn't mean the rules don't apply to you. You can't just go around doing things that aren't regulation because you think 'they can't fire you'."

You huffed falling back into a chair. "Well, they can't."

"They're reassigning you," he said softer this time. Your eyes flashed back up to his, anger and confusion clouding them. 

"They're what?"

"Command is removing you from your position on the Excelsior-"

"They can't do that," you interrupted, jumping to your feet. "I'm the best damn captain that ship ever saw and now they're reassigning me-"

"Sit down!" Pike barked. "There's nothing you can do about it now."

You promptly complied, hands shaking with fury. "Can you at least tell me where I'm being reassigned to?" 

"They're putting you under the command of Captain James T. Kirk, U.S.S Enterprise."

You scowled. "I thought he was worse than me."

"You will be acting Chief Engineer since you trained as an engineer in the academy and Mr. Scott is on leave. You will answer to Spock and Kirk and you will also need to spend a mandatory 12 hours of supervision every week for six months by the captain while you are working."

"Mandatory? Who the hell do they think I am, a child?"

"That's exactly what they think you are," he retorted. "You can't seem to listen or follow instructions, like a child."

You glowered at him, crossing your arms. "Again, I thought Jim Kirk was just as bad, if not worse than I was at following regulation."

"At least he takes responsibility for his actions."

You stared him down for a few moments before he sighed. "I tried as hard as I could, [y/n], but Admiral Marcus wouldn't budge."

"When do I leave?" you asked begrudgingly. 

"Tomorrow, 0900 hours."

You heaved out a breath, defeated. "Well, I'd better get ready then."

Pike nodded, standing up on his crutch, leading you out of his office. "For the record, Jim Kirk isn't all that bad. Try to be his friend, it will make it more bearable."

"Thanks for the advice," you muttered. "See you later." 

He nodded goodbye and you made your way down the hallway, seething and hurt. 

"Commander [y/n] [y/l/n] reporting for duty, sir," you quipped, making your way onto the bridge towards the captain. 

"Pleasure to meet you, Commander," Jim said, holding his hand out. You took it, shaking firmly. "You know, we're just doing a routine run-through of everything before we take off. You're relieved for the evening. Go settle in and be ready for your first shift tomorrow morning."

You smiled kindly. "Thank you, Captain. Goodnight."

You waved, spinning on your heel and making your way back towards the turbolift. Jim turned to Leonard, who was fiddling on his pad next to him. 

"Um, Bones?" Jim asked. "Who was that?"

Leonard looked up, a curious look on his face. "Are you kidding me?"

"No...?"

Len groaned, rubbing his eyebrows with his hand. "Jesus, Jim, do you ever read your recruitment lists?"

He slowly shook his head, a bemused look on his face. A mischevious smirk bloomed on Bones' features.

"Remember that captain I told you about that was infamous for being reckless, flirtatious, and the first person to ever beat the Kobayashi Maru?"

Jim's brow furrowed. "I thought I was the first person to beat the Maru!"

"You cheated," Leonard pointed out. 

"Fair."

"Not to mention she's notorious for leaving her own trail of broken hearts and various clothing items. Sounds like someone I know."

"Your kidding." Jim's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. "This is the [y/n] [l/n]?"

Leonard chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh lordy, this is going to be interesting."

Jim ignored him. "But why is she here when she's a captain? Isn't being Chief Engineer below her paygrade?"

"She got in trouble for breaking so many regulations to get things done, even if they were more efficient and helped so many people," Leonard explained. "Looks like you've met your match. Or your soulmate, or whatever."

He clapped a bewildered-looking Jim on the shoulder, striding past him. 

"I gotta go check on things down in Medbay. Don't fuck this up."

With that, the turbolift doors closed once again and Jim was left alone in the midst of bustling officers, still staring at the turbolift door. 

Oh, he wasn't going to fuck this up at all.

Embarrassment flooded your veins for what seemed like the 100th time that night. You had been lying in bed for almost three hours, tossing and turning and replaying your small interaction with Jim over and over again. Since you had been assigned the second you graduated, you hadn't really experienced the 'Reign of Jim Kirk' in the academy. Sure, you had heard talk of his infamous adventures and 'bad boy' tendencies but you had never matched a face to the name. You knew he had to be handsome but not that outrageously attractive.  You knew that you fumbled in front of him as the realization hit you that you were going to be spending lots of time with the gorgeous captain. At least now you knew better, planning out just how you were going to act around him until you drifted off into a silent sleep.

Just down the hall, Jim muttered all the way to his quarters. He was humiliated for not remembering you. He knew he should have read the recruitment lists and requirements, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. They were just more names he needed to remember, just more people he needed to feel responsible for. Strangely, he wanted to remember your name. He just wanted to know you, feel close to you. It was an odd feeling, on he hadn't felt for a woman in a long while. It felt right and wrong at the same time, but he was curious to explore it. After finally sitting down and reading the notice from command, a smile spread across his face. He couldn't wait for your first day

You were awake before your alarm went off the next morning. You paced nervously in your small kitchen area, adrenaline pulsing through you so fast you thought you would burst. You knew you had nothing to be nervous about as you were good at your job, but the fear of messing up and breaking the nonchalant and confident facade you planned on wearing shook you to the core. Once you figured it was time for breakfast, you fiddled with your hair one last time before striding out the door, wearing a slightly overcast smile.  Your breakfast went by quickly, replicating yourself a nice, steaming up of coffee and [your favorite breakfast]. Your trip to the bridge went by swiftly as well, and before you knew it you were standing next to the captain's chair with a pad in hand, waiting for a certain musky-blond to arrive. As you pulled up several things the captain needed to sign, you felt someone tap you on the shoulder. You spun, startled, meeting the eyes of the man you had seen the day before, speaking with the captain.

"Hello..?"

"Morning darlin'. I'm the CMO, Doctor Leonard McCoy," he smiled, holding out his hand. "I don't believe we've met yet."

You returned the grin, shaking his hand. "It's nice to meet you, Doc."

"So, I heard you're replacing our personal Scotsman for a bit."

You chuckled. "If you mean Scotty, you're absolutely right."

He hummed in response. "You have my condolences on having to spend so much time with Jim. He is a pain in the ass, like, 24/7."

You giggled. "Thanks. I have a feeling I'll need them."

"Wow, my best friend and the lovely lady I'm going to be spending every day with, sitting here trash-talking me," Jim stood behind Leonard, smirking profusely.

"Oh, don't be such an infant," the doctor snorted. "Just giving the young lady a fair warning s'all."

"What is there to warn about?" Jim asked, innocently. He maneuvered around you and Leo, plopping himself down in his chair. "I assume you need my signature, Commander?"

"Indeed," you replied, half-smiling, handing the pad to him. 

Jim took it, keeping his smirk plastered on his face with surprising stamina. "Have you met Spock yet?"

As if on cue, the Vulcan stepped off the turbolift, meeting your gaze and striding over to join your huddle. 

"Commander, I do not believe we have met."

You grinned kindly. "Neither do I. My name's [y/n]," you held out your hand and he shook it. 

"Pleased to meet you," he nodded. He turned then to the captain. "Captain, the ship is adequate to depart."

"I'm needed down under," you sighed, a feeling of unease and discomfort washed over you when you realized you wouldn't be the one in the captain's chair.  "Don't hesitate to ring."

You half-waved, striding off the bridge, not noticing the lingering look Jim gave you. 

You spent the next hour signing reports and making sure the warp core was up to speed, not even bothering to check a nearby window when the ship finally took off. 

"Hey, you," you could practically hear the smirk on Jim's face. You swiveled in your chair, head resting on your chin, wearing a mischievous grin of its own. 

"Well, if it isn't James T. Kirk," your hair fell messily around your face, evident that your hands had run through it. 

Even after years of practice and experience, Jim was almost unable to hide the heat that spread over his cheeks at the sight before him. Bones' words to him the day before had not been forgotten, in fact, they echoed through his distracted mind every idle second he had.

Looks like you met your match. Or your soulmate, or whatever.

Every time he saw you he was becoming more and more convinced it was true.  Even so, he played it off nonchalantly. 

"Ready to knock the first few hours off the week?"

A look flashed across your face for a brief second, before reverting back to its troublesome grin. "Let's do it."

Jim set himself up in the corner of your office and watched intently as you filed reports and answered calls from other engineers.

"So, if you don't mind me asking," Jim began. "Why were you reassigned when your credentials are so great?"

You stiffened a bit. "It was stupid."

Jim's grin deepened. "Do tell."

You stayed turned away from him as you recalled the day. You had just left from Yorktown, heading back off into uncharted space. You and your crew were tasked with tracking down an Orion Slave Trader who had just attacked and kidnapped an entire nearby refugee camp on Rigel V. You were supposed to bring him in to face justice and save all of the innocent refugees, but things went south. You and your boarding party had managed to incapacitate the few other crew members aboard the vessel as well as already beamed a few groups of kidnapped refugees, but the Orion was escaping in his escape pod. You knew you had to bring him in alive, but the conditions on his ship and the way he treated the 'slaves' was abominable. It was you who blew his ship into oblivion, not only ending his life but ending the long-lasting effect he had on the system and saving thousands of lives. 

Jim listened intently through your whole story. When you finished you turned to face him, an unreadable look spreading across your features. Jim wore an intense expression staring harshly at the floor before speaking. 

"That's pretty damn stupid."

"Excuse me?" 

Jim raised his eyes so he was looking at you intently. You gulped, his undivided attention crushing you like a bug. 

"You should have been promoted. Hell, you should have won an award! What was command thinking?" 

You shrugged. "It was a long time coming, I guess."

"What do you mean?" He regarded you strangely. 

"It wasn't the first time I violated direct orders."

"It was hardly a violation. You still saved everybody," Jim argued. 

"Before that."

"What'd ya do?"

"Well, this time, I was supposed to survey a small colony on Deneva. 'Keep the Prime Directive in mind', they said," you added. "My away team and I saw a Klingon vessel land near us. They were after the high amounts of Dilithium that the Denevans had."

You paused a moment to look at Jim, who was staring at you, a look you couldn't place dancing in his eyes. Your cheeks threatened to flush, so you continued.

"The only way to protect them was to kill off the Klingon patrol. This colony was still primitive, an essential part of developing their culture. Before the Klingons were able to attack, we were able to take them down. I can't even be sure that the locals saw us, but they probably heard us. My order to take them out might even spark an all-out war between the Federation and them."

Jim scoffed. "Doubt it."

It was your turn to grin. "So, Kirk. What've you done?"

He mimed confusion. "Huh?"

You rolled your eyes. "Don't play dumb. Just because we were in the academy different years doesn't mean word doesn't travel. Spill."

He sighed, giving in. "Alright. Fine. Have you ever heard of a lightning storm in space?"

Nearly three hours later, your shift was over and Beta shift was beginning. Your eyes flicked to the clock in the corner of your office.

"Alpha shift's over," you remarked, glancing over at Jim. "Wanna head to the mess? We can continue this fabulously captivating conversation over some of tonight's dinner."

He smiled. "I'd love to. After you."

You led the way out of your office, catching the attention of a few nearby engineers.

"Hey, Albertson! Leo!" you waved. "Take your time on those pipes, alright? It's okay if it's not done by the end of your shifts, but make sure it's ready by the start of Alpha tomorrow."

They called their replies, waving and wishing you a good night. 

Jim gave you a sideways glance. "Do you know all your engineers by name?"

You shot him a look. "Yeah... why?"

"[y/n], you've only been here for one shift."

"Do department heads not know their staff all by name?" you asked.

Jim shook his head. "I don't even think Scotty knew all his engineers. Even I don't remember some bridge rotation officers' names."

"Well those things are important to me," you said indignantly, cheeks reddening in embarrassment. Jim chuckled. You swatted at him. "Stop laughing at me!"

The mess doors slid open, revealing a very crowded cafeteria. You and Jim slowed to a stop, baffled at the full capacity.

"Is it ever this crowded?" you asked, needing to raise your voice a bit over the din. 

"No," Jim said back. "You know, we could just have dinner back in my quarters. I have a personal replicator in there we could use."

"That would be great," you beamed. 

Jim flashed his trademark smile before turning around and striding back out the door, a bit in front of you to hide his pink cheeks. Something kept flipping inside of him when he saw your smile, a quality he found so endearing. He couldn't believe he had barely known you 24 hours and was already starting to fall. 

"So, Kirk," you said suddenly, shoving Jim from his thoughts. "What's your favorite color?"

Jim gave you a bemused look. "What?"

"You heard me," you quipped. "What's your favorite color?”

"Uh," Jim was caught off guard. In all of the dates he had been on (there had to be hundreds), he had never, once been asked that question. It was usually something dirtier. 

"Mine's [your favorite color], if you need any inspiration," you smirked up at him, and he swore his heart skipped a beat. He tried to play it off. 

"I'm going to have to say purple," he decided. 

You slowly nodded. "Good choice."

You and Jim made it to his quarters, and your jaw initially dropped when you first saw it. It was large and open concept, a large window occupying the far wall, facing the front of the ship. 

"Wow," you commented. "Nice room."

"Thanks," Jim chuckled. He moved to where his replicator was in his mini kitchen, replicating a few plates of french fries. He took a bottle of whiskey from his cabinet, pouring you a glass. "Take a seat."

You did, going right in for the good stuff. You groaned as the liquid seared down your throat.

"Good lord, that's fantastic," you remarked. Jim nodded, taking a sip of his own.

"So," he settled down on a stool across from you, his piercing blue gaze sending chills down your spine. "Got any more good stories?"

"No," you took his lack of movement towards the fries as an opportunity to start eating them yourself. "You?"

"Well, this one time I was doing this peace exchange," he began, a smile forming on his lips. "And they totally misinterpreted my words. I was giving them half of a deadly weapon- remind me to tell you about Krall and his fleet of itsy-bitsy ships sometime."

You nodded, grinning. "Oh, I will."

Jim continued. "- and they thought it was some sort of threat so they all jumped down from their high seats on top of me and started attacking me."

You raised your eyebrows. "Really? Man, that's wild."

He nodded. "Yeah, they ripped my shirt up and everything."

You swallowed the fry and quickly moved on to another one. "What species was this again?"

Jim shifted uneasily, embarrassed. "Teenaxians."

You nearly spat your fry out. "What?"

Jim sighed. "You heard me."

You tried to stifle the giggles that started bubbling up but you ended up bursting out laughing.

Your sides ached as belts of laughter wracked your frame, your fingers curling into a fist as you hit the dark countertop. "So-So you're telling me," You could barely get the words out.

"The things that started attacking you were," you started laughing harder at the exasperated look on Jim's face. "Were little tiny Teenaxians?"

"It's not," he paused to wipe at his face with his palm. "It's not that funny."

Your giggles subsided and you wiped tears from your eyes. "Yeah, it kinda is."

Jim's heart lurched at the goofy expression on your red face. He half-smiled. 

"Okay, maybe it's a little funny."

"Oh man," you steadied your breathing, shaking your head as you wiped your greasy hands on a nearby napkin. "I haven't laughed like that in a long time."

Butterflies fluttered in his stomach at your words, pride blooming in his chest.

 You cleared your throat.

"Alright," you gave him a determined look. "Let's get some more fries and hit me up with some more whiskey, would ya?"

"You got it," he replied, letting his gaze linger on you for a moment before moving for the glass once again. 

Jim could barely take it anymore. During the three weeks you had been on board, he had spent at least 75% of it with you. He was head over heels, drowning, unbearably consumed with you. It was starting to affect his sleep and eating habits. He was always tired, never hungry. Your flirtatious and mischevious manner had drawn him to you, but it had also drawn others as well. He knew he shouldn't be surprised, nor jealous, but he couldn't help but seethe whenever he saw someone else hitting on you.  Just the thought of someone else's hands on you made him want to throw something. 

Jim Kirk was not the type of person to be denied what he wanted. 

Acting out of a sheer burst of confidence, he left his ready room in a hurry, heading down to the only place he knew where to find you. He rounded corners sharply, nearly taking down several ensigns on their way to lunch, but he barely registered them. When the doors to the engineering deck slid open, Jim was suddenly unsure of himself. 

No turning back.

He spotted you across the room, typing things into a control panel connected to some machinery on the bulkhead. He wasted zero time. 

"Hey, Jim-" you smiled, but it quickly fell when you saw the slightly crazed look on his face. Something flopped in your chest as he cornered you against the panel, closer than he ever was to you.

"Jim..?"

He said nothing. His hands reached up to cup your cheeks and before you could register what was happening his lips were on yours. You returned the affection instantly, throwing your arms over his shoulders and pulling him closer. Jim responded, pushing himself against you, causing your back to press up against the panel you were previously working on.

"Jim-" your voice was muffled against his lips as he followed yours as you tried to pull away.

"Jim-!"

He moved away, and amused look on his face. "What?" 

"We're going to break something," you gestured to the panel underneath you. 

He nodded. "I see."

He met your eyes again. "But that's kinda hot."

You gasped, hitting him on the shoulder. "Jim!"

He chuckled, grabbing your hand. "I'm kidding."

He moved his face to your ear, his breath sending shivers through you. "Let's go somewhere more private, shall we?"

You nodded vigorously. "Yes. Let's."

[noroalia]

Uh hhey, I was wonderin.. If you had any hc for any of the other II characters families?? (Kinda weird question I guess?? I jus,, really like your hcs for Knife n Suitcase'd fam.. S'all)

:0 oh i sure do, anon! Not for every ii character, obviously, but a few! Making families and backstories is super fun………

Well first of all. I feel like i gotta explain the rest of Suitcase’s family? She has one aunt and two uncles, from Ace’s side, as well as her aunt’s wife.

These buds! @dottival drew this picture, their pals art is superb.. They drew this because I mix up Spades and Clubs names a lot……..

Here are also the Actual Poker Pals + Magician Hat (or simply Hats)! Hats is the aces’ parent, they’re very neat. Dot and I talk about them A Lot, the pals family is so good

Suitcase also have a Ton of aunts/uncles/cousins (16, to be exact)… thats a long story though, I won’t go into detail but man. I love those billiard kids

I’d also suggest checking out Dottie’s hc about how object babies are made, as it’s what i follow in my canon.

Knife only has his two moms, Dagger and Swiss Army Knife, but they’re more or less part of the Pals family. Chip may be afraid of knives, but darn does he enjoy hangning with those Funky Lesbians.

Knife’s full name is Kitchen Knife. Dagger was slicing watermelons and forgot to wash the knife, and woops! They have a baby now.

Dagger is the a lot more of a classic mom than what SA is. She’s the one who holds Knife, reads him bedtime stories, etc. SA has a hard time with physical affection, and trusting people/situations (a trait she accidentally passed down to Knife), due to traumatic memories and events. Dagger is more calculated and soft, while SA panics more often (example: the whole Mephone scene. She don’t trust like that). She loves her son, and Knife understands that his Ma needs space.

Apple comes from a very big family. Her parents frequently adopts kids who have a hard time getting adopted, thus making Apple have many siblings. They adopted Apple when she was around 5, and she’s pretty middle of the pack. Her family are all types of objects- some food based, instruments, tools, etc. They live on a farm out on the countryside, and Apple visits as often as she can (her younger siblings who still live there love watching II, and were rooting for Apple the entire time she was on the show). OJ had a bit of a scare when her entire family piled in the week after her elimination was shown on TV (it was a mess).

Her mom is just a tired but very kind Basket, and her dad is a hard-working Spade. They both love all of their kids equally as much, and make sure to spend as much time with them as plausible. One day I’ll be brave enough to draw all of them.

Marshmallow has a dad. He owns a little bakery in a bustling town, and he’s a very stressed Rolling Pin. Marsh was an accident; he accidentally forgot to wrap a bag of marshmallows he made for a customer’s birthday. He absolutely treasures Marsh, and definitely spoiled her a bit too much when she was a kid. Marsh was definitely a bit tumbled when she met Apple’s family for the first time…

Trophy is an only child, living only with his mom. His mother is the only reason he even went into ii- he wanted to win for her! Of course, that didn’t work out, but his mom was proud nonetheless. Trophy was her most valuable possession, so obviously she chose him to be her kid.

Balloon has two balloons as parents. They’re both extremely anxious, they’re just a little stressed family…

I am actually writing a story about Taco’s family, that I’ll probably never post, so! Taco comes from a rich but neglecting family. She has one sibling, an older brother who ran away when she was a young kid and she’s never seen him since. She has a cousin (Taco from bfb) that she rarely gets to meet outside of family reunions. Her parents never loved her, so she was pretty darn miserable. Taco started sneaking away at the age of 10, to fully run off at the age of 13, living off of stolen food. At 14 she joined a gang (oh you know…. The Poker Pals gang…..) and got herself a new family, a chosen one that is.

I have more, but these are the ones I’ve managed to develop the most. I also have some “future families” for ships like Payjay and Tacocase(loon). If you wanna know about their kids, send an ask!

[pvarker]

Hi! just wanted to ask if the 'one way or another' is still on-going or is it discontinued? (loved the series but saw you haven't updated in a month and just wondered if you're gonna continue it or not s'all) <33!!

hello!! yes, one way or another is still on-going! i haven't written in the past two/three weeks (actually since i posted chapter three), because it was finals season for me. now that i'm back home from college, i can finally write again!

it will not be the first fic posted on here though, because i have 4 wips (one solhwi fic for my main blog, one peter fluff fic, one peter angst fic and chapter four of one way or another). i'm currently working on my main blog fic and then the peter fluff piece and then chapter four. most likely? chapter four will be posted by end of may/beginning of june.

i'm sorry it takes me a while to update! i'm unfortunately a really slow writer (and i like turning my ideas in my head like a rotisserie chicken) so updates will be slow but i'm trying to update as much as i can!! (also thank you for reading love, it means a lot to me!!)

[sansfangirl4life-blog]

Souls of Glass Chapter 1

Now I get to post the first story with human Lost here! This story is done for my friend @jeyawueand it involves mostly her characters <3 Thank you so much for supporting this story on DA! I hope you all enjoy it!

Lost belongs to me, Undervirus belongs to @jeyawue

Next Chapter ----->https://sansfangirl4life.tumblr.com/post/176435858283/souls-of-glass-chapter-2

Chapter 1

Xans tapped his pale fingers on his keyboard impatiently, eyes glancing at the screen. "Hmm...still nothing, eh?"

"We don't know what caused you to turn human, Xans." Valphys sighed. "So of course there's 'nothing'. At best, something heavily altered your code." Xans tsked and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. "At worse, you can't change back unless we go into the game again."

"Fuck that. I don't mind this new form, ta be honest." He smirked and sat up, looking at himself in a mirror. His skin was alabaster pale, his hair more resembling fallen snow. His left eye shimmered blue and was filled with his usual amusement, and his right eye, although not entirely broken anymore, was still green. At the very least it functions like a normal eye. He thought and crossed his arms. His nails were slightly longer than most humans, almost like claws, and the same could be said for his bare, pale feet.

He leaned in a little closer to his reflection and grinned, his rows of human sized, sharp, pure white teeth visible. He licked his lips, a near glowing blue tongue peeking out past his soft, pale lips. "Not ta stroke my own ego or nothin'...but I think I look sexy."

"You stroke your own ego enough." Valphys huffed, shaking her head. "Just be careful, understand Xans? It's only been two months, but we still don't know if this new form is good or bad."

"Ya worry too much Valphys." Xans pat her head and she scowled as he opened the door. He pulled a bandanna around his mouth, showing off sharp teeth and he tilted his head back. "Besides, this whole world's a little more entertainin' as a human." He walked out and Valphys shook her head.

"He's going to get himself killed."

Perhaps. Valphys turned to the monitor where a face appeared and a bunch of symbols only she could fully understand. But then again, who can say?

"Are you the cause of this?"

No. Valphys snorted as the screen flickered when the face smiled. However...I will not lie. These new events are...amusing.

"Of course you'd find this 'amusing'."

You do as well.

"...."

Called it.

"You shut up." Valphys sighed. "I mean it though, this could be serious. It isn't just his code that changed. Even though he still has his powers, physically...he's a human now. Organs, skin, the works."

What are you implying?

"If his body's converted into a human's....how long will it be until his Soul does the same?" The words didn't appear for a few moments before the screen flickered again. "Something wrong?"

Yes. It seems....we're about to have a new guest.

"What have you done this time Gaster?"

.....Adding a new player to this little game.

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Xans sat down at a park, looking up at the sun as it shined down on his face. Ah....it feels nice. He thought. Not that I wouldn't mind finding someone ta fuck around with...heh....but this is nice too. He leaned against a tree and enjoyed the cool shade on his skin. "Mmmm~..."

"Mommy, look!" He opened his blue eye as a child's voice called nearby. The child was pointing at him as the mother walked over.

"It's rude to point! Forgive me young man-"

"Nah, s'all good." He winked at the kid. "I know I'm rather pale, 'snow' problem." The kid giggled as the woman ushered him away. As he was about to close his eyes, a shrill ringing sound filled his ears. "Ugh..." He opened a screen up and scowled. "The fuck ya want now, Valphys?"

"You need to get back here...something happened."

"Is it Frisk? Or the others?"

"No, but-"

"Then I don't give a fuck." He hung up and began to relax when the same noise happened again. "Fuck off Valphys!!!!"

"Xans, I said it's important!"

"Maybe ta ya, but not ta me!" He hung up again only for the noise to bother him a third time. "VALPHYS-"

"It's someone new. A 'Sans', if you will." Xans stopped and looked at her. "Right now, he's unconscious."

"A new Sans, so the fuck what?"

"He's...uhh....like you." Xans stopped and looked at her. She scratched at her cheek with a claw, showing concern. "His code's been altered when he got here.....he's a-"

"Virus?"

"No...human." Xans raised a pale brow in interest. "It seems whatever happened to you also happened to him as well. Hence why I want you over here...in case he's dangerous."

"....Tsk, using me as a meat shield now that I'm made of meat, eh?" "You know what I mean. What if something happens and Frisk comes home? I know Vapyrus is with her today." He bristled at that. "If he's dangerous-"

"Alright, alright, ya damned scientist. I'll be there shortly. Can't teleport around here, so it'll be a bit." He removed the screen and stood up, walking out of the park. He felt the cool grass be exchanged for smooth sidewalk on his bare feet as he made his way down the street. Little hot, but it's almost noon. Prolly should have worn those sandals Frisk got me. He thought as he continued. He stopped at a crosswalk, people staring at him as he pulled his hood up to avoid eye contact. As he made his way across the street, someone shoved him rudely and he restrained a hiss that built up in his throat.

He continued walking, hands in his jacket pockets as eyes followed him where he walked. Damned humans. All of them are the fucking same....can't even handle someone a little different. He slowed down slightly and smiled. Thank stars there are humans like Frisk, at least.

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He arrived at Frisk's large home and opened the door, Valphys blocking his view of the new 'guest'. "Well I'm here. So?"

"I've been doing my best to examine him. He's still unconscious." Valphys said without turning around as Xans shut the door behind him. He moved further in the room and frowned.

"Yer damned screens are in mah way."

"So? Walk around a little more, or are your human feet too tired?" Valphys scoffed. "Besides, all you wanna do is gawk at him like a slab of meat."

"Tsk." Xans sneered as he yanked his bandanna down, only for him to stop as he gazed at the young man asleep on the couch. His face was covered by an oddly familiar purple and blue striped scarf. Xans could see a large, deep looking scar running under the right eye of his face and he tilted his head. His skin was also pale, but to Xans it was almost like moonlight rather than his own, alabaster appearance. As Xans moved to get closer, eyes snapped open and something red and glowing was shoved in both his Valphys's faces. "Woah, easy there."

"Where am I?! What is this place?!" His voice was quiet and smooth, but there was a rasp to it, as if he hadn't used it in years. Xans continued to gaze at the stranger despite the obvious threat in the form of a red scythe. Multi colored eyes gazed at him, the right one a crimson red like blood and the left a shimmering, near sky blue color. Both eyes held a tint of fear in them, he clearly knew he was outnumbered.

Just like Xans, his eyes were surrounded by deep, black pools, and his sneer showed off fangs. His chest heaved as he sat there, his muscles slightly visible under his baggy t-shirt and blue hoodie. His hood had fallen down, revealing a mop of black hair, tipped in snowy white. "Answer me this instant!"

"Will ya relax?" Xans said with a smirk. "We ain't gonna bite-wait, no, I might, if yer inta that kinda thing." The young man on the couch seemed confused by his reaction and he laughed. This guy will be a fun one. "Name's Xans. This here is Valphys. Yer...how should we explain? Yer-"

"This is not my home." Xans nodded as the red scythe vanished, and he blinked at the sudden smell of rust. "I...I am sorry."

"You just woke up to strangers. You have every right to be suspicious." Valphys said and pulled her screen back up. "In fact I'd be worried if a Sans wasn't on his toes like that."

"..." The figure sat there, arms crossed. "So what is this place? And why am I human?"

"Ya know, yer way to calm fer this shit."

"When you have done the things I have done...not much surprises you any longer." He spoke with an oddly detached tone as Valphys continued to scan him. "Although I will ask you...who are you?"

"The name's Xans. The one scanning ya is Valphys." Xans leaned back and floated in the air, legs crossed. "Yer on the Surface-well, the Surface of this timeline that is. A place where yer world is little more than a game on a computer." The figure glanced at the computer and then  back at Xans. "Tough shit, that's the way it is."

"I do not care."

Tsk, well he's an ass. Xans grinned. Then again, so am I. "Ya should, considerin' where yer currently at." The young man glared at Xans and he shrugged. "Jus' sayin' it how it is."

"Well, if you two are quite through..." Valphys interrupted them. "Alright, so...you are 'Sans' from the LostTale timeline. I'll skip the long prologue of your life for everyone's sake here."

"Ya didn't read through it at all, did ya doc?" Valphys narrowed her eyes and he laughed.

"Zip it Xans." Valphys sighed. "Although your age here is in your 20's, it seems your human body is like Xans's and you're more of a teenager." She continued gazing at the screens and then put them away.  He shrugged. 

"So, am I right in assuming there's already a Sans here?"

"Yup."

"Then...." He closed his eyes and rested his chin on his hands. "Call me Lost then."

"Pfft, was that meant ta be a pun? If so, that's a good one 'Lost'." Xans air quoted.

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Lost watched as Valphys made contact with this world's Frisk and he gazed out the window. A rather nice place, I won't lie. He thought as he sighed. He looked at his own reflection and turned to Xans. "Is there a restroom?"

"Down that way." Xans gestured with his hand and Lost walked past him when something long and bony wrapped around him. "Hold on a sec." He was spun around and forced to look at the pale young man before him. His blue and green eyes were surrounded by an inky blackness, making the amusement in them show even more. "Lemme get a good look at ya..."

"You can get a better look a distance away from my face." Lost narrowed his eyes as the tail coiled tighter around him. "Let me go!" He struggled only for it to coil even more, trapping him against the albino in front of him.

"Now jus'~ hold still...." Xans leaned in, enjoying the seething look he was receiving. "Careful there Lost....yer liable ta turn someone on with the heat in yer eyes...."

"E-Excuse-" He felt a finger being pressed against his lips and he scowled. Xans leaned in and gazed more into his eyes. "I...said....let me go!" Lost's red eye flared to life and a bone nicked Xans's tail. He hissed and released him, Lost gripping the bone in his hand as he moved away. "Don't you know what personal space is?!"

"Tsk, yer a little prude, eh?" Lost's eyes flared and Xans laughed. "Like I said, yer liable to turn someone on with that look. Best be careful there, Lost." Lost huffed and turned around, ignoring the cackling of the albino behind him.

Rude....He thought and sighed. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and began to gently touch his face. "Human, hmm?" He slowly took his hoodie off, pausing when he had pale hands on the bottom of his shirt.  He slowly lifted it after some thought, looking at his bare chest. Dark marks littered his slightly muscular chest, each of them different in size and depth. He dragged a finger along them softly, noticing how they were more a part of his skin rather than actual scars. "Figures...no matter where you go or what happens...your sins will always follow you." He closed his eyes and winced as large, feathered wings sprouted from his back. Each smooth feather was a shining blue, tipped with crimson.

He spread them out gently, then looked at his reflection again. He held his hands in front of his chest and summoned his Soul. Shutting the light off, his Soul illuminated the room in its pale blue and red glow.  The heart floated serenely in front of him as he looked at it, sighing at it's dull luster. "Even now....my brother would probably make fun of me for looking at it this way..." He smiled slightly in spite of himself and returned his Soul to his chest. "But I needed to make sure. It seems even my Soul has become human." As he folded his wings back and they vanished, he rolled his eyes as he heard a knock. "What?"

"Jus' makin' sure ya weren't jerking off to visions of my hot body." Lost glared at the door as Xans laughed. "I can practically feel ya burnin holes in the door."

"Shut your mouth, before I shove a bone in there."

"Eh, wouldn't mind a bone....er being shoved in instead." Lost groaned and rubbed his forehead as Xans's laughter grew louder. "Shame ya weren't makin' any noises in there! Coulda recorded that." Lost snarled and opened the door, glaring into Xans's teal and green eyes. "Hey now, it's that angry look again."

"Listen to me." Lost growled and jabbed a finger into Xans's chest. "I am not someone you can just amuse yourself with."

"Heh, seems that way ta m-" He felt magic crackling around Lost and he raised a pale brow. "Now yer just being downright threatening, hmm?"

"Don't toy with me." Lost said and Xans sneered at him. "I'm not some petty little human you can just fuck around with."

"And what's that supposed ta mean?"

"It means if you so much as try anything...." Lost's red eye began to glow just as Xans's teal one did the same. "Then I will make you regret it."

"Oooo~ so big and scary~...." Xans hissed. Before he could retort, a door open.

"Xans? Who's our guest?" Both heads turned as their magic dimmed down, but Lost's eyes widened as he stared.

F.....Frisk?

[yoiotdfics]

Fic Recs for December 2016

Are you sleeping? by  tachishini

Summary:

Yuri is woken by the unfamiliar, but far from unpleasant, feeling of sharing a bed so closely with Victor. (Set pretty much straight after episode 7)

When the Sun Rises by  utsu

Summary:

He focused single-mindedly on Yuuri and on promises; and Yuuri, well.

Yuuri taught him how to master both.

By mastering him.

I loved you, but I didn’t love you first by  Sylphid

Summary:

Takeshi wasn’t sure why he kept calling Yuuri fat. Or why his apology came in the form of a kiss. Oh well. It would all be fine, as long as no one found out, right?

Or,

Axel, Lutz, and Loop may have found out about Takeshi’s crush on a certain male Japanese skater a few years back, and they may have let the rest of the world know too.

Maelstrom by  feelslikefire

Victor Nikiforov is poised to win gold in his fifth consecutive Grand Prix Final. He has the world at his feet, is unparalleled in the sport–right up until a snowstorm blows into Sochi, and he finds himself repeating the same day over and over and over. He stumbles over Yuuri Katsuki, and everything changes.

(Or, the time loop au. Loosely based on Groundhog Day.)

Write My Name With  Yours by  jeien

Summary:

When Viktor shows the curious piece of paper he found by Yuuri’s laptop to Yuuko, he wasn’t expecting her to burst out into a roaring fit of laughter.

Something Borrowed, Something Red by  bibliomaniac

Summary:

Kenjirou Minami is feeling incredibly #blessed.

(basically just a ton of fluff about yuuri and victor’s wedding, as seen through the eyes of a hopeless fanboy who has Entirely Too Many Emotions about this event.)

Support by  SharkGirl

Summary:

“Wait, on second thought,” Michele began, quickly spinning on his heel. “I’ve changed my mind. I can’t do this.” He tried to get away, but, as this was his third attempt since leaving the room, Emil was prepared and easily blocked him.

On Absence, Fondness, and Never Leaving his Side by BeautyButterBae

Summary:

“Would you do me the great honor and marry me, Katsuki Yuuri?”

It’s all so unreal.

And it’s really more than Yuuri can handle.

(Aka a fic inspired by that tiny scene in front of the Barcelona Cathedral in the preview for episode 10. A story where Yuuri and Victor open up about their feelings on the events of the Rostelecom Cup during their return to Hasetsu from Fukuoka Airport, Yuuri’s birthday is celebrated, a certain marriage proposal takes place and some unresolved issues are finally addressed.) [Post-episode 9]

Wednesday by  Swirlyer

Summary:

“I think Yuuri’s really lucky to have you.”

“But I think I’m lucky to have Yuuri, too.”

Or, why Wednesday is Viktor’s favorite day of the week.

everything by  kylo_rad

Set after the dinner scene in episode 10, Victor contemplates how his life has changed since Yuuri Katsuki entered his life, and shows how much he means to him.

I think I may have loved you first by  perennials

Here are the facts:

Yuuri is drunk. Viktor is not.

Yuuri is riding an alcohol-induced high so far up above the clouds he cannot even begin to comprehend the weight of his actions back in the human realm.

Viktor is falling in love.

tonight and always by  DuendeJunior

Back at the hotel, they talk. (Post episode 10.)

Memory by  pensversusswords

“You literally swept me off my feet,” Viktor tells Yuuri, smiling softly at him. “You surprised me and you haven’t stopped surprising me since. I never want you to stop surprising me.”

In which Yuuri doesn’t remember, Viktor has been smitten since forever, and they’re both just happy to be together.

Collide by  starlight (Lolita_Lollipops)

Victor learned then, what love was.

Helplessly, Head Over Heels by  clandestine7

Victor falls in love on the dance floor.

Friends Stick Together by  whichlights

Summary:

In which it’s the banquet and everyone is drunk except Otabek and Yuri.

The King and the Skater by  fancywalrus

Summary:

Phichit goes to Japan to visit Yuuri and Viktor, and they watch an old favorite movie.

Where it Counts by  Harlequinade13

Summary:

Yuri Plisetsky goes out for a run in Barcelona.

He doesn’t expect to meet Victor where he does.

He doesn’t expect a lot of things.

Of Motorcycles and Imaginary Lines by  Sylphid

Summary:

“And you’re sure you want me to do this?”

Otabek nods, staring at the pair of them in the mirror. His face was stalwart. “I trust you.”

“You’re gonna regret this.”

Nudes by  emclementine

Summary:

On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me… “Yuuri: Viktor! Viktor: You asked Yuuri: I did not ask for your nudes Viktor: That was not a nude, but this… Another picture popped up in the messages. This time Viktor was completely naked. His hand was wrapped firmly around his erection. There was no doubt he had been jerking off just before taking the photo. A small string of precum stuck between the head of his cock and his stomach. Viktor: now this is a nude”

I Always Sleep by  Kaitecha

Summary:

“Don’t worry, Yuuri. I always slept until right before the competition.”

The King’s Temptation by  Heather_Mason

Summary:

After all, who could satisfy JJ better than JJ?

Yuuri Katsuki Secret Route Walkthrough/FAQ by  Metis_Ink

Summary;

The otome community uncovers the mysteries of the Nikiforov-Katsuki Route, one of the most difficult and overly-complicated routes in a game supposedly just about ice skating.

mysticdabber okay so I’ve literally conquered every other route on this damn game but yuuri keeps flat out rejecting me?? I’ve hit like 7 different Friend routes 50 times?? What does he want?? How high are his standards?? I’VE DONE EVERYTHING FOR YOU YUURI ALL I WANT IS YOUR HEART

The Love that lasts by  Strudelmugel

Summary:

Sixty years of marriage had been an incredible experience, even if only one of them could remember.

Yuri is Doing His Best by  m_hart

Summary: PWP. Baby Dom Yuri dominates the shit out of Viktor and takes his dick. Enjoy.

A Gross Misuse of the Onsen by  emclementine

Summary:

On the 9th day of Christmas my true love gave to me… ““Absolutely, under no, oh, circumstances, is there to be sex, ah, sexual activity in the onsen,” Yuuri stuttered out as the pleasure from Viktor’s actions distracted him from his words. “You mean like this?” Viktor palmed Yuuri’s erection. He was already hard and flushed from Viktor’s teasing mouth on his skin.”

Let’s End This by  AJDiamond

“By the way, Yuuri… What did you want to talk to me about?”

Yuuri shut off his phone and lowered it, he flashed him a half smile, “Right.” He placed his hands on his lap and tighten his fist. He could feel his heart pounding in his throat now, “After the Finals, let’s end this.”

I Love You by  kairaki

Viktor struggles with facing his future and Yuuri’s words. Post Episode 11: “Let’s end this.”

Let’s End This by  emilygk02

Yuuri has a little bit of post-skating depression, and questions the engagement. He gets emotional, Victor gets emotional, s'all good. Post episode 11.

Hold Onto Me by  novocaine_sea

“Let’s end this.” Yuuri said, but it was the last thing he meant.

That was the last thing he wanted to say.

Now I Can Reach the Stars by  Kennel_Boy

Summary:

A little episode 11 epilogue for JJ and Isabella.

Hamster in Kazakh is still Hamster by  mousapelli

Summary:

Otabek has a hamster. Yuri regrets teaching him how to use instagram.

Cocoa, Dear? by chezor

Yuri has cramps and it’s awful but he has a supportive family so it’s nice. based off this fan art

Give Me Up to Tears by  Allekha

Summary:

Four times Phichit helped Yuuri when he cried - from joy or sadness - and one time he couldn’t.

Wait a Little Longer Still by  Marks

Summary:

Another year, another banquet, but a lot’s changed since last year.

This time last year by  Ptolemia

Yuuri once again bumps into Yuri Plisetsky in the bathroom after the Grand Prix Final. Conversations are had! Doors are kicked! Yuri is yelling!

It’s just like this time last year - only much better, because they’re friends, now. Even if Yuri has a strange way of showing that, sometimes…

Next Level by  ghostystarr

In which Yuuri and Victor settle into their new life in St. Petersburg.

Everything on the Ice (Love) by  Flightless_Bird

“He landed and a surge of cheers rose to meet him. Still, he saved his smile. He saved it until a second set of skates slid out into the rink.”

Hold Me Under by  whimsical_ramblings

He had what he wanted, he had his gold and his record and the approval of his coaches; he’d beaten Yuuri, he’d beaten Victor, but it all felt hollow. Because Yuuri was leaving.

Come Back to Stay by  furiosity

Summary:

Otabek’s feelings about the off-season are complicated, but his feelings about friendship are pretty simple.

Five Time Victor Nikiforov Tried to Lift His boyfriend and One Time Katsuki Yuri Lifted Him by  kitewolf

Summary:

Yuri is the one who first suggests a lift. Viktor thinks it’s the perfect idea.

we’ll make it happen by  asterbells

Summary:

Or: How Yuri Plisetsky Saved Viktor and Yuuri’s Wedding and Phichit Instagrammed It All

1 of 1 Works by MatadorsCape by  fiveclawedfics

Summary:

Victor channels his feelings into Yuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov RPF. Things get out of hand.

Dream a Little Dream of Me by  EmiAliceinWonderland

Summary:

Five times Yuuri falls asleep on Viktor, and one time when Viktor is the sleepy one.

Yakov Needs a Vacation by  jlauccky

Summary:

None of his skaters can just smile for the cameras, enjoy the free food and drink, and leave, can they?

It’s the Sochi GPF banquet and Yakov just wants a nap.

A Fight Between Two Men by  reginar

Summary:

Yuuri knew that form - hunched shoulders, bowed head, all the while hovering over the champagne table. And he could sympathize, honestly.

Misadventures in Babysitting by  anavoli

Summary:

Yuri Plisetsky is stuck babysitting Viktor and Yuuri’s adopted daughter, but it doesn’t end well. As revenge, Yuri buys one (just one) plain white mug, aggressively scrawls “#1 Dad” on the surface in Sharpie, and leaves it at the center of the dining room table.

Chaos ensues.

morning’s best spent with the sun by  7_th

Summary:

Yuuri likes lazy Sundays. Phichit likes them too.

[krustywhore]

things you say that make my heart go wild (ch. 1)

ask and you shall receive ;) since it seems like people want me to post my newsies shit on here! this is a sprace-centric newsies fic that is basically just a compilation of mini-fics and eventually one-shots based on sentence proompts so...here’s the first part and you can read it on ao3 here !

chapter 1 - “none of this is your fault”

Race was sitting on the steps of the Brooklyn boy's apartment building fiddling with about half a cigar between his fingers. His hat was pulled on tighter than usual, forcing his blonde curls to cover more of his face as he looked down. His knees were scraped up with holes in his trousers and blood just seeping through the holes. His exposed arms were covered in bruises and Spot stopped dead in his tracks the moment he saw him. Sure, they had been best friends since their selling days together when they were kids, but it had been ages since something like this had happened. After a while, Race got used to getting into scruffs with locals, being from Manhattan and all, but in the few years since they stopped selling, he hadn't had a problem. He had found a small apartment just on the other side of the bridge and Spot was never more than five minutes away to protect him. In a completely platonic way of course, yep, nothing more than that.

So to see the boy Spot had spent years trying to keep out of harms way, sitting beaten and bloodied on his doorstep, Spot had plenty of pent up worry to let out.

"Tony, what the hell happened t'ya?" He practically slid down in front of him and he kneeled on the pavement, taking in the boy's injuries. Every possible explanation was running through his head as to what could have possibly happened, but Race just sat there, not moving and not saying anything. "Antonio, c'mon, please say somethin'."

Race just sniffled, rubbing the back of his hand against his eyes as Spot felt his breath hitch in his throat. He took the boy's shaking hands in his own, lifting Race's chin delicately as he saw the real reason why his hat was pulled so far down his face.

"Shit, Racer, who did this?" He was trying so hard not to yell, he really was, but someone hurt his boy. Yeah, so he fucking loved him, so what? It wasn't like he'd ever tell anyone about it. He just couldn't imagine anyone having any reason to want to hurt him, especially since he wasn't selling papes anymore. Nowadays he just stayed back at his apartment working on recipes or filling his kitchen with way more food than he could ever eat himself.

"Jus' some guys that jumped me 'n this bar downtown," Race mumbled, leaning his head into Spot's hand that gently cupped his cheek. "It's nothin' bad really, I jus' didn't feel like goin' home alone again s'all."

Spot felt his heart wrench at the thought of Race sitting alone in his bathroom, cleaning up all his cuts and bruises in silence with no-one there to take care of him. But instead he went to him.

"Hey, hey it's okay. It's okay Tony, jus' come wit' me, we'll get ya' all cleaned up."

He held the boy's arm as he helped him to his feet, wary of how well me might be able to stand. Race wobbled a little, but shook his head the moment Spot stopped moving.

" 'm fine Spotty, jus' been sitting 'ere a while is all," Race spoke, not helping Spot's racing heartbeat much, but helping enough for him to get the boy upstairs. The moment they walked into Spot's apartment, Race finally felt safe. So maybe he hadn't told Spot the whole story, but he would, he always did. Besides, it always seemed like Spot was the best one to talk to. He never judged, never prodded, and most of all, never made him feel guilty if he didn't want to talk. Race loved him for that. For a lot of reasons actually, but he'd never tell.

Spot carefully walked the boy over to the sofa, helping him lay down before wrapping him in the blanket he knew Race loved to borrow when he came over, and, purely out of what felt natural, placed a quick kiss on his forehead. He walked off into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee and didn't look back.

Race could feel the heat rising to his cheeks like a wildfire as he curled the blanket tighter around him and smiled softly.

Spot barely even realized what he had done before he reached the kitchen and suddenly his face was burning. He just did that. He just kissed Race. He just kissed the one and only Antonio Higgins and didn't get slapped in the face for doing it. Sure, it was just on the forehead, but fuck he probably knows now.

So Spot took a shaky breath and pulled out two mugs from his cupboard. He knew which one was Race's favorite, he always used the same one every time he stayed over. It felt somewhat strange to be the one making Race a cup of coffee, seeing as the other was always the first one up, and therefore, always the one making coffee. Two mugs, one yellow one blue, one with sugar and the other black, and one just warm with the other scalding hot. Seventeen cautious steps that Spot took back into the living room as he handed Race his cup of coffee. The other boy curled up his legs to his chest, making space for Spot to sit down.

He sat, staring lovingly at the boy beside him and he guided Race's legs to stretch across his lap, rubbing soft circles into his thigh.

"Thanks," Race mumbled quietly, a casual smile on his face. Spot beamed back at him.

" 'Course," he said back with a smile. "But I just have to ask, Tony."

The second those words left his mouth Spot saw Race's smile fall.

"No, no, no, it's okay, yous' don't gotta' talk about anythin' you don't wanna." Race nodded, keeping his head down.

"I know," he spoke, his voice still small. This wasn't the Race he knew and that was the only thing driving Spot to push further. "But yous' deserve to know."

Spot felt a slight lightness in his chest as he continued. Race trusted him. He was scared and uncomfortable, but he trusted him.

"Last night I went out wit' a few a' the 'Hattan boys to this new bar that opened a few blocks down from the old lodgin' house. Jack n' I had been plannin' to meet up wit' some'a the boys still sellin' over there so a few of us all went down last night. It was a gay bar, Spotty," he said, his voice trembling just retelling it. Spot took one of his hands, holding it delicately as he began to rub into his hand the same way he did to his legs. "I didn't think it'd be much of a' problem, but there were these guys."

Tears fell from the corners of his bright blue eyes, drowning his freckled cheeks and breaking Spot's heart with each one that fell.

"We jus' wanted ta' celebrate 'cause it was Jack 'n Crutchie's annivers'ry, but these guys, they-they jus' started goin' after 'em and  pickin' a fight. I-I couldn't let 'em just do that, Sean! I-I stepped in 'nd tried to protect 'em, but this big guy, he-he just soaked me with no hesitation! I didn't even know what happened 'cause I jus' blacked out after a coupl'a punches," he choked out, sobbing through every word. "Then I jus' woke up lookin' like this in the alley out back behind the bar. Now that I think 'bout it, I's not even sure it was last night."

With that, Spot grabbed both of their coffee mugs, placing them on the table beside him and threw his arms around the boy. His lanky frame was shaking violently and spot just pulled him into his lap. They stayed like that for ages, Spot trying to slow the other's breathing and just holding him tightly.

"Hey, hey, it's okay Tony, just breathe, you're okay," Spot murmured into the boy's ear, pressing soft kisses into his hair and cheeks.

"'m sorry," Race mumbled, the most painful sadness in his voice as he buried his face into Spot's chest.

"Antonio Higgins, I promise you, none of this is your fault. Got it? None of it. You are absolutely incredible, Tony. Not many guys would'a stood up to a group a' guys like that jus' to protect their friends like that."

Race smiled a bit at that. Spot couldn't help but admit it was nice to see his smile. God, how he loved that smile. His crooked grin and magically straight teeth. The way he somehow had two dimples on each side when he grinned real big. That smile was worth everything to Spot Conlon and he'd say or do anything to see it.

So he took a chance, feeling his heart beating out of his chest, and pressed their foreheads together. He could feel Race's breath hitch against his lips as their faces somehow got closer and closer with every breath.

"Stop me if this isn't okay," he whispered, probably less that an inch from the other boy's face.

Letting his eyes close on instinct, Spot softly pressed his lips to Race's trembling ones, feeling the boy's smile threatening to break the kiss. He almost couldn't believe his luck. Someway, somehow, the most beautiful boy to ever set foot in New York was kissing him back and smiling so wide he almost couldn't believe someone could be that happy. But he was, and Spot would be lying if he said he wasn't too.

"Fuck, Sean I' been waitin' for you to do that since the day I first saw you," Race mumbled against Spot's lips, breaking their kiss for only a moment. They both couldn't mask their smiles any longer. "I can't believe this is happenin', holy shit."

And with that breathy laughter, the boy threw his arms around the shorter of the two, eternally grateful for having someone like him in his life. Someone to hold when the days were shitty, someone to visit when you just need something to make you smile, or someone always ready with a joke when you desperately need to laugh. Sean Conlon had been all of those things for him for longer than he could remember, but now he was something else.

Now he was someone to tell him he was beautiful even with bruises across his face and dark circles under his eyes. Now he was someone to make you forget there were people out there who abandoned you because now there's one person who will never let you go. And most importantly, now he had some one to say this.

"I love you so much," Spot whispered, the pure, unfiltered happiness shining through his voice as he pressed their lips together once more. Race wanted to cry. He wanted to curl up into a ball and cry with the most overwhelming joy he'd ever experienced because it had been years since he'd heard someone say that to him. Years since someone loved him enough to say it out loud.

But he didn't. That would be reserved for later when his brain actually fully processed everything that had happened.

"Oh my god, I love you too. So, so much."

And that was that. They didn't move for a little while, both just enjoying each other's presence for a while before Spot remembered something that, awkwardly, they had both completely forgotten.

"Fuck, okay we gotta' go get you all cleaned up, love." The nervous awkwardness that filled his voice was so not-Spot Conlon that it almost made Race laugh out loud but he simply nodded and allowed his new boyfriend? to lead him to the bathroom to wash up. They were doing fine so far, and who knows, maybe Race'll go back to that bar one day and find those guys again, except maybe this time he'll be able to tell them that apparently beating the shit out of people doesn't make you any less-gay, in fact, it actually just gets you a boyfriend.

[lilje2004]

Warrior Cats legacy Challenge

‘SIMS 4 WARRIOR CATS LEGACY CHALLENGE

Please if you have any other ideas let me know and I hope you guys liked it!    

I took the amazing warrior cats legacy challenge made by DJKanine9 go check it out I changed it so it would work with the sims 4.

check her challenge for the sims 3 out!

http://modthesims.info/t/527535

- The Goal Raise the most successful clan as you can for as many generations as you please.

Getting Started 1. Go into CAS and name the randomly-generated Sim (or rather, Twoleg for this challenge) whatever you like as well as give them whatever traits, but there is no need to alter their appearance. They will still be of use to you, but it will not be necessary to make them look presentable. I made a type of flower/nature fairy sim. 2. Create one-three cats. Their appearances, traits, and roles are up to you. Usually people would say you should use only natural colors, but you know what I say? Screw it; your game, your cats. You could even make Rainbowclan, or Neonclan, or heck, even Pixelclan. S'all up to you, it’s not my place to tell you how to make your cats. 3. After you have created your Twoleg and cats, buy them an empty home lot, preferably a 20*30 to 40*50 lot. This is only a small part of your territory, and it will hold your Clan’s camp and basic “hunting” territory. If you want to, you can create “wild” lots in Edit Map mode which are available for you to buy as private property and therefore make part of your territory. However, if you want your territory to solely be one lot, be my guest. 5. Now that you’ve got your empty lot, you’ll first have to create a small den or a basement for your Twoleg, inescapable from the inside and unaccessible from the outside unless you so choose to let them out. Give your Twoleg the basic necessities that they will need to survive. A computer would be nice as well, since it will be useful for adoption and social interaction. 6. After the Twoleg’s den has been built, make your cats’ territory and camp! Be creative, you can create anything you want for your cats to live in, as long as it’s not too kittypet-ish. Swamps, deserts, heck, even extraterrestrial biomes are all possibilities! You could even create some sort of cave system or a complex array of rivers for the camp. Make sure you have all the dens: - Leader - Warriors - Apprentices - Nursery - Elders

- Medicine Cat - Pet house - Toy box (At least two, and only with the cat toys inside. You can also get the foil and paper ball toys from the buyDebug menu. They look like rocks :3. Also, yarn balls could be like little moss balls for the kits.) - Scratching posts (This is optional, since the claw moodlet does nothing for your cat, but it could serve as a mood boost and prevent your cats from getting sick.)

Ranks Leader - Is appointed when former leader dies Deputy - Is appointed when either former deputy is dead or when a new leader is appointed Warrior -Is appointed when he/she can collect food, defends the clan and is six months or older (from the book) you can make it so when a cat grows from Apprentice - Is made when a kit ages up to an adult Queen - She-cats that bear kits or nurse them Kit - Is simply born Medicine Cat - Optional. Is appointed when former medicine cat dies and apprentice takes place, communicates with Starclan and heals cats Elder - Is made when a warrior gets too old to do any more work

Patrols: Hunting Patrols - At least 2-4 cats are required. In hunting patrols, the group must stick to one area to *hunt* (look for tressures to trade the twoleg for food., and each cat must bring at least one piece of tressure back to camp. Dawn/Dusk Patrols - Only 3 cats are required. Two patrols must go out and around the territory at the times 5:00-7:00 AM for dawn and 4:00-7:00 PM for dusk, investigating for anything suspicious. Encounters with any creature not from the clan are to be dealt with as follows in the Events section below. Border Patrols - At least 3 cats required. There must be at least one border patrol a day. Border patrols walk along the borders of their territory and mark their borders in whichever way you see fit. Encounters with any creature not from the clan are to be dealt with as follows in the Events section below.

Medicines ~ So, how medicine is gonna work is pretty simple. 1. Go arounf your terretory looking for plants that can help if any of your cats get sick ( make the cat find them and make your twoleg pick them up) 2. You may choose to keep it in their inventory, in the cat’s, or in a chest. I wouldn’t suggest the Twoleg keeps it though. They might use it for cooking or just put it down somewhere. 3. If you come up with anything else comment it or send me a message.

Conditions and Deaths Bitten by a squrriel - If not cured within three days of becoming bitten, the patient will die. Cure : Nuzzlenip (makes the cat frisky) Mild Handicap - The cat is able to move on their own, but unable to do certain actions such as hunting, running, etc. Cure : None) Cause : Atacked by an anaother animal (raccon, fox, wild cat. dogs, wolves.) Severe Handicap - The cat cannot move without assistance, they must spend the majority of their time in their nest. Cure : none) Cause : Atacked by an anaother animal (raccon, fox, wild cat. dogs, wolves.) (roll a random generator) Blindness - Usually, the cat requires assistance to roam around, however, they are capable of moving as well as any other cat. Cure : none) Cause : Meeting a toodler or a child (poked in the eye)  (chance : 88 - 100)  Attacked by an another animal (fox,wild cat or a kittypet(a cat owned by a twoleg) pets with claws.) Deafness - The cat can roam around and move as they please, however it will be harder for them to socialize since they cannot hear. (couse : either born with it or battle wound. ( 92-100 random generator ) Severe Wounds - If not treated within five days of becoming wounded, the patient will die. Cause : Attacked by an animal

Rules: 1. The only mods allowed are mods that increase the amount of Sims and Pets in your family, and the mod that makes pets controllable. 3. You cannot change the results once an event is rolled. What happens is what happens, even if you don’t like it. 4. Pregnant queens are not very active. Their food must be delivered to them by warriors( the warriors need to go out and get extra tressure to get food from the twoleg. ) and they must stay in or near the nursery. Otherwise, you’ll have them giving birth in an akward place. 5. If any cat, including warriors and such, wanders out of camp unauthorized and is caught, they must be punished as you see fit. If they go unnoticed, however, they will get away with it unharmed. 6. Apprentices may not go out without being accompanied by a warrior becouse they haven`t had all their training and all the experience they need if they get into danger. 7. Warriors may not be made deputy unless they have had at least one apprentice. 8. (Most important rule ever) Have fun!

Losing Conditions: 1. Your cats got taken away by social workers. 2. All of your cats died. 3. Your Clan was disbanded.

Events: These will be based off of rolling the numbers between 0-100. Xandrii was nice enough to source a generator, so I thought I’d put it up here for your events. Thanks again, Xandrii! ^-^

https://www.mathgoodies.com/calculators/random_no_custom

Twoleg Encounter ~ Escaped unharmed - 0-65 Taken away - 66-100

Todler - child Unahrmed - 0 - 85 blinded - 86 - 100

Foreign Cat Encounter ~ Chased them off - 0-40 Sustained minor injuries - 41-60 Sustained severe injuries - 61-75 Killed by the stranger - 76-85 Killed the stranger -86-90 Took them into the clan - 90-100

Dog Encounter ~ Escaped unharmed - 0-25 Sustained minor injuries - 26-40 Sustained severe injuries - 41-70 Killed by the dog - 71-95 Killed the dog - 96-100

Wildlife Encounter (Foxes, wolves, Raccoons, etc.) ~ Unharmed - 0-70 Injured - 71-85 Killed - 86-100

Kits Born ~ Full litter alive - 0-70 One stillborn - 71-85 Two stillborns - 86-95 All stillborns - 96-100

Birth Conditions (roll once for each kit) ~ Normal and Healthy - 0-65 Frail and Sickly - 66-80 Blind - 81-90 Deaf - 91-100

exclamation mark over portrait ~ Healthy - 0-45 Minor illness - 46-50 Mild illness - 51-65 Severe illness - 66-85 Fatal illness -86-100

Run Over By Car ~ Crippled - 0-75 Killed - 76-100

Lost A Fight With Another clan cat ~ Unharmed - 0-15 Minor Injury - 16-46 Mild Injury - 47-65 Severe Injury - 66-80 Fatality - 81-100

Won A Fight With Another clan cat ~ Unharmed - 0-45 Minor Injury - 46-70 Mild Injury - 71-85 Severe Injury - 86-95 Fatality - 96-100

Recommended Mods:

http://sims4studio.com/thread/4254/aom?page=2&scrollTo=89311 

(makes it so you can controll your animales)

http://modthesims.info/d/536556

 (makes it so you can have more than 8 sims/cats in yuor household.)