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hotchscoffeecup · 8 months ago

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stuck

summary: stuck inside an elevator with your boss, aaron hotchner, isn’t what you had in mind when you left work late. perhaps, you can get your supervisor to relax just a little. SFW

tags: minor blood, stuck inside an elevator

pairing: hotch x reader

word count: 3k

a late birthday fic for muffin <3

“Alright, goodnight Hotch. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?”

“Hotch, it’s late. I’m tired. It’s hotter than hell outside. Trust me, when I tell you that all I need is some late night takeout, a shower, and eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.” You let out a short laugh. “I’ll be fine.”

He nods in farewell; offering a tired, albeit, tight smile before parting ways and moving toward his SUV a few spots down from your sedan. It had been a long day, and an even longer evening. The rest of the team had gone home hours ago, but Hotch had volunteered to stay behind and help you on your case report. Your skin bristles at the thought of the last 72 hours and you feel the tension pulling each one of your muscles as you reach into your purse and feel for your keys. After a few seconds of rifling around, your brow knits together when you don’t come across the key fob.

Releasing an exasperated sigh, your shoulders slump. “Dammit.”

“Everything okay?” Hotch asks, pausing after opening his car door.

You incline your head and wave a hand through the air. “Yeah, I just left my keys on my desk.”

A car door slams and the sound of Hotch’s footsteps echo as he moves towards you. “I’ll walk with you.”

You blow out a breath and wave him off. “No, go home. It’s just going to be a few extra minutes. Go see Jack.”

“He’s with his aunt until tomorrow evening, then hopefully I’ll get to spend the entire weekend with him before duty calls.” He gestures towards the elevator. “It’s no trouble, really,” he insists.

You can’t help but feel like a nuisance, but you don’t argue any further. A humid breeze blows through the parking garage and thunder rumbles off in the distance. Hotch presses the button to summon the elevator and as the gears rumble to life both of your cells start pinging.

Hotch reaches into his pants pocket as you reach into your purse. You both check your cells where a severe thunderstorm warning flashes across the screen.

“Hotch, really, you can go.”

Hotch arches a brow, sparing you a look that says not-a-chance as the doors open. “Come on, if the weather kicks up before we get back down, I’ll drive you home.”

He stretches an arm out to hold the door and you reluctantly step inside, accepting that he’s not going to leave.

You push the button for the ninth floor and cross your arms over your chest. “My car can handle a little rain, Hotch.”

He blows out a breath and shakes his head. “With the weather they’re calling for, your car will become a boat.”

“Careful, Hotch. That was almost a joke.”

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, but he doesn’t reply.

The elevator pings as you ascend higher and higher. By the time the elevator crawls past floor four the sound of rain pounding against the building echoes inside the elevator.

“Damn,” you curse quietly. “I can only imagine what 95 is going to look like with this going on.”

“I’m sure it’ll—” A loud clap of thunder explodes outside, cutting Aaron off.

You startle, gasping loudly and feeling yourself immediately flush red with embarrassment. Your eyes flicker over to Hotch and he looks calm and collected, unshaken by the burst of sound.

Suddenly, the lights go out and the elevator screeches to a halt, throwing you off balance. You stumble as the elevator rocks violently and in your heels, you’re unable to catch yourself before you fall forward and hit your head against the wall; dropping your purse and scattering its contents in the process.

Pain splits your brow and your hand flies to your forehead. Blood, sticky and wet, trickles into your eye and you wince. The emergency lights kick on as you and Hotch both collect yourselves and stand.

“Are you ok?” Hotch asks.

“I hit my head.”

“Here, let me take a look.”

His hand curls under your arm as he uses the other to tilt your chin up. His eyes are hard in the dim red light.

“I can’t tell how deep it is in this lighting.” He presses his lips together and reaches for his cell. “Dammit!”

“Let me guess,” you say. “No signal.”

He snaps his phone shut. “None, what about you?”

“My entire life is on the floor right now,” you quip, gesturing at the ground.

“Right, sorry.” His eyes scan the ground and quickly locate your phone. He scoops it up and after flipping it open, he shakes his head with an exasperated sigh.

“Well,” you reply. “Guess we better make ourselves comfortable until the generators kick in.”

You kneel down and begin sweeping your belongings toward you. Hotch crouches and helps you without asking.

“Let’s at least see what you might have that I can use to help clean it up and stop the bleeding.”

“Oh yeah, let me just reach into my Mary Poppins bag here and pull out an EMT’s jump bag.”

He aims a hard look at you that he usually reserves for whenever Penelope makes a comment that teeters the line with HR.

“I’m the one with my head split open, I think I’m allowed to be sarcastic right now.”

Hotch breathes out sharply. “Split open, that’s a tad dramatic, don’t you think?”

“Two zingers in a row, Hotch. I’m impressed.” He shakes his head but even in the dim lighting, you don’t miss the smile on his lips. He picks up a couple of items and hands them to you. “Here’s your,” he pauses to examine the items in his hand. “Lipstick and tampons.”

A furious heat races to your cheeks as you snatch them out of his hand and shove them in your purse.

“Wait, give me one of those. I can use it to stop the bleeding.”

“Hotch, I’m not giving you a tampon.”

He levels you with another hard stare and when he says your name, you can hear the amusement in his voice. “It’s either that or your sweater, and I know that was a gift from JJ on your birthday. Besides, I was married for a long time. I’m not embarrassed by tampons or pads. You know I keep a supply in my desk, right?”

Your brow pinches, but a smile plays about your face. “Ok, I’ll bite,” you say as you pass him one. “Why?”

He pauses before tearing open the packaging. “You wouldn’t happen to have any hand sanitizer in there, would you?”

It takes you seconds to find the mini Purell inside your handbag and pass it to him. He squeezes some into his hands and scrubs it over his skin. “One time, Penelope dropped a file off in my office. She was in a rush and not acting like herself. I could tell she was stressed.” He tears open the plastic and pushes the cotton portion of the tampon out of the applicator. “I asked her if she was okay and boy, was that the wrong question to ask.” Hotch turns his head, looking around. “Ah, thought I saw that.” He scoops your half finished water bottle off the ground and pours a small bit of water onto the cotton to break it up. After working it into a small square, he gently presses it against the split in your brow. You wince and he apologizes. “She burst into tears and told me that her cycle had snuck up out of nowhere and she was unprepared and needed to run to the drug store. I told her not to worry and that I’d go for her. I’d forgotten to ask what exactly she wanted me to get, so I bought a little of everything. She took what she needed and I told her that I’d keep the rest in the lower left drawer of my desk in case an emergency ever arose again.”

“Hotch, that’s actually really sweet.”

He feigns a pained look, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Your use of the word actually cuts pretty deep, you know?” He lifts the makeshift bandage and inspects the injury. “It’s still bleeding. I’m afraid you might need stitches.”

You blow out a breath. “Great, and what do I tell them? Hey, I fell face first into an elevator panel. Patch me up!”

Hotch chuckles and applies more pressure to the wound. You hiss and again, he apologizes.

“It’s okay,” you say and realize this is probably the closest you’ve ever been to your supervisor. In fact, from this angle you notice just how long and thick his dark lashes are; the way his coffee colored eyes glimmer in the low lighting.

Holy shit, what are you thinking? That’s your boss you’re ogling.

“It’s hot.”

You blink out of your momentary stupor. “I’m sorry, what?”

“In here,” Aaron answers.

“Well yeah, the AC is out with the power. What do you think is taking the generators so long to kick in?”

Hotch’s brow furrows as his eyes flick about the space. “I’m not sure. It’s highly unusual though.”

You shrug out of your sweater and take over holding the makeshift bandage against your forehead, your fingers brushing against his hand as you do so. Bunching your sweater into a ball, you place it behind you and lie back.

Hotch laughs awkwardly. “What are you doing?”

“It seems like we’re going to be stuck here awhile, might as well make myself comfortable.”

He pushes himself to his feet and presses the emergency call button. You’re not shocked when the only response is static. You watch as he paces, pushing the button every few minutes.

“This is where Reid would say something like ‘the definition of insanity is trying the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.’”

Hotch tucks his hand against his belt and pushes his suit jacket back with his other fingers. It's a gesture you’re all too familiar with, the one he uses when he’s exasperated. He swipes at the perspiration beading on his forehead with his opposite sleeve.

“So, what, we just wait?”

A smirk pulls at your lips. This shouldn’t amuse you as much as it does, especially given the fact that you have a head injury and probably need to get checked out.

“What’s so funny?”

“You’re so,” you hedge, searching for the word, “high strung.”

Hotch’s brow climbs toward his hairline. “Excuse me?”

Did you hit a nerve? It was a fairly bold statement to make. Situation be damned, he was still your boss. “I don’t know, Hotch.” You release a short laugh. “You can’t really be in control all the time, can you?”

“Doesn’t this team have an agreement to not profile each other?”

You roll your eyes and prop yourself up on an elbow, wincing as pain pulses behind your eye. Hotch’s lips part as he instinctively moves toward you and you wave him off. “It’s not about profiling, Hotch, look at you. Stop trying to solve everything all the time and just say ‘hey, this shit sucks!’”

He holds your eye for a moment, his expression unreadable.

“You’re right,” he says. He shrugs out of his suit jacket and drops onto the floor beside you. “This shit sucks.”

You smile and he returns one. It looks good on him. It’s something he doesn’t do often enough.

“Let me check your head.” He leans forward and you let him inspect the gash in your forehead. “I think the bleeding stopped.” Placing his palm against your jaw, he tilts your head toward the red emergency lights. “Everything looks,” his eyes glimmer and drop to linger on yours. “Fine.”

Your lips part, but you don’t find words. Has Hotch ever looked at you like this? Well, that implies he's looking at you a certain type of way. You clear your throat and Hotch drops his hand.

“Sorry,” he whispers.

The words are out of your mouth before you can think. “Are you?”

He says your name then, barely a whisper. He’s so close, close enough for you to smell his aftershave. You feel your heart rate begin to pick up, pulse pounding in your ears. Hotch’s chin dips and his lips are a hair's breadth away from yours. Before anything can happen, the elevator’s gears suddenly grind to life. The sudden jolt of movement causes your foreheads to bump together and you groan as pain splinters behind your eye.

Hotch immediately apologizes and holds your face in his hands, making sure the minor collision didn’t reopen the wound that had barely stopped bleeding as is.

Your hand reaches up to cup his against your cheek and you meet his concerned eyes. “I’m fine, Hotch.”

He holds your gaze for a moment before dipping his head. “Okay,” he says tightly. “Okay, let’s get you up. There’s a first aid kit in the break room.” He grabs hold of your forearm and loops an arm around your waist before helping you to your feet. You stumble as you rise to your full height, your blood not yet having the chance to properly circulate through your body.

Hotch’s grip tightens around your waist and you place a steadying head against his chest; fingers splayed against the muscular plane beneath the fabric of his dress shirt.

Only when the elevator dings, signaling your arrival at the 9th floor do you remember that it's your boss with his arm around you right now. You startle apart and laugh awkwardly.

“Here, let me—” His voice trails off as he drops to a crouching position and sweeps the remaining items of yours off the floor along with his jacket and your sweater.

You walk in semi-comfortable silence, letting Hotch lead the way to the break room. When you arrive, you let him pull out a chair for you and take a seat. He moves quickly, rummaging through cabinets until he locates the first aid kit. He sits opposite from you and opens the white box. After pulling on a pair of disposable gloves, he makes quick work of opening several gauze pads. He squeezes rubbing alcohol onto the gauze and apologizes in advance.

“It’s going to sting,” he cautions as he begins cleaning the area around the wound and the blood that had dripped down your cheek.

“I’m a big girl, Hotch. My dad cleaned my skinned knees when I was a kid.”

Hotch chuckles, and it rumbles low in his throat. “I certainly hope you don’t see me as your father.”

You nearly choke on your own spit and feel a furious heat blossom across your face. Hotch sees this and the smile stays plastered on his face. He presses the alcohol soaked cotton to the wound.

You hiss at the contact and dig your nails into your palms. “Fuck!” you curse, though it’s mixed with sharp laughter. “I don’t remember it stinging that much!”

Hotch laughs as he apologizes and works as quickly as he can to clean the affected area. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He finishes up and applies two butterfly bandages, which effectively close the gash. He discards the gloves and soiled gauze. After washing his hands, he uses a disinfectant wipe to sanitize the table and replaces the first aid kit in the cabinet.

“Efficient, as always.” You observe.

“I’ll have to fill out an incident report,” he says as he wipes his hands on his pants.

“Yeah, but that can wait until Monday.”

Hotch presses his lips together, not liking the sound of that.

“Oh, come on Aaron!”

His brow quirks. “Aaron? You never call me by my first name.”

You smile and gesture toward your forehead. “Head injury, I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“It’s nice,” he says, a dimple in his cheek on show as he smiles. His expression shifts immediately towards worry. “Though, you might actually have a mild concussion. We should probably get you to a doctor.”

You wave him off. “A doctor is just going to tell me to rest, take ibuprofen, don’t sleep the first night, et cetera, et cetera…Frankly, I’d rather avoid the bill.”

“There's a protocol for this…paper work, workers comp.”

You slap your hands against your thighs. “Fine!” you relent. “Let’s go!”

Hotch smiles, relief evident on his face. “I’ll grab the paperwork.” You scoop your sweater and purse into your arms as he dashes out of the break room.

As you make your way back toward the elevator, Hotch joins you. “Forgetting something?”

Your eyes widen and you feel like you could smack yourself. “My keys!”

Hotch tucks the manila envelope under his arm and fishes around in his pocket, withdrawing your key ring with a cheeky grin on his face. You quickly grab them out of his hand and shove them into your purse. “The whole reason I’m in this mess,” you grumble.

You slap the button to summon the elevator just as thunder crashes outside once more. You and Hotch exchange a look. “On second thought, why don’t we just take the stairs?”

“Good idea,” Hotch agrees.

As you descend the nine flights of stairs, you can’t help but think of the long night you’re about to be in for. When you reach the parking garage, you can smell the rain in the air. You press the button to unlock your car.

“What are you doing?” Hotch asks. “No way, I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“Hotch, I’m going to be there all night.”

“Okay, so I’ll buy you breakfast in the morning.”

You freeze and Hotch does too. For a minute you just stand there holding each other’s gaze and in that moment, you both know something has fundamentally changed between the two of you. What that change is, neither of you can tell; but something in your gut tells you it’s a change for the better and you can’t wait to find out more.

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r0-boat · 3 months ago

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I have a request:

Levi x Mc x Asmo, double teaming, creampie, whatever floats you boat just PLZ I need the mc to be sandwiched in between them-

🌸

aaaaAAAAAAAAA

This is the hardest thing I've ever written.

How the fuck do you make two demons that are least likely to share you fuck you till you pass out...? Alcohol...

Jealous F*ck

Cw: drinking/alcohol, drunk devils, ooc Asmo because he didn't turn anything into an orgy lol, ooc Levi because he didn't straight up murder Asmodeus, degrading, double penetration, Size Kink, slight breeding, creampie, possessiveness, two devils One hole, there's only one-bed trope, etc

Your worst nightmare has come. You could barely handle these two demons on their own, but now here they were in a drunken haze as they pulled you like a tug of war.

It was a good idea in theory to have the kings get together for drinks, in theory.

You've never seen Belphegor sleep in such an uncomfortable position. The moment the alcohol affected his system, He slept like the dead. You hope Beleth comes back to pick him up.

Beelzebub is straight-up gone. Usually, he sticks around with you wherever you are, but it seems like his drunken mind has other plans. He drags Satan and Mammon in together, and they laugh about partying in Abyssos.

Lucifer doesn't drink. You understand that completely He's probably already getting a headache knowing that the kings will be so hungover they'll be asking him for medication later.

That just leaves you with two.

Leviathan, who wasn't fond of alcohol since he would rather not be caught making a fool of himself, was coaxed into drinking. He's relatively the same, all things considered, just weirdly clingy to you now. You tried so hard to pry him off you; He doesn't even say anything, has his arms wrapped around you, attached to you like a barnacle to a ship. Glaring at everyone who came even close to you.

And Asmodeus, who was already shit-faced, giggled and murmured to himself as he lays on the countertop. You don't want to know what his right hand was doing underneath the table.

You wanted to get these two home fast especially Asmodeus, Who seems calm at first, but there's no telling what drunk Asmodeus will do. In this state he was practically a ticking horny time bomb.

Damn you Beelzebub this was your idea in the first place!

You're lucky that some of the bars in Abyssos have rooms. You drag Leviathan by the collar, Asmo follows you complacently like a lovestruck fool clinging to your shirt until you reach one of the rooms. That was until the peace was disturbed when you felt weight lean on you. Asmodeus wraped his arms around you nuzzling into your neck. "Let's share room together darling! I want you so bad."

Leviathan snarled Your hand still on his collar as he grabs you and pulls you to his chest. You could hear a slight slur in his voice "If They share a room with you they might catch an STD! Go fuck yourself!"

Asmodeus, not amused but not entirely surprised by how possessive Leviathan is, smirks. "Oh please. I am as clean as I am beautiful; and besides You think I haven't already done that? You're just mad at that MC doesn't scream your name is loud as they do mine."

Taunting the king of envy was not a good idea. He already feels jealousy bubbling from how good looking Asmodeus was. His mind swirling with thoughts of Asmo stealing you from him. He could not have that. You could see a vein on his head as he snarls "I'm surprised they can even feel anything with your shrimp dick inside them."

You look back and see Asmodeus, his eyebrow twitching... Oh God... You slipped out of Leviathan's hands to talk to The bartender. Only to come back with a blank expression on your face. Both demons look at you with confusion As you finally get the courage to tell them. "There's only one bedroom available..." You squeak. You could hardly believe it either. You read this shit in a fanfiction once. You're not sure if you're blessed or cursed for that trope to become a reality today of all days.

The two Kings looked pissed, at the very notion of having you be in same room as another man. Asmodeus had a rare look of annoyance on his face. Sure, he could just send you to Abbaddon if it wasn't for the fact that he was probably too drunk to use his teleportation magic.

An idea entered his mind, That look of annoyance wiped away into a smirk.

Perhaps instead, he could put the king of envy in his place. The second the two of you walked in, the door to the room was magically locked. Asmodeus grabs hold of you and sits on the bed with you in his lap. The King of Envy's eyes widen as Asmodeus looks back, giving him a smirk. With a hand on your neck and this other slipping underneath your clothes, peeling down just enough for him to see the mark he put right underneath your tummy, which now gave off a faded glow. The mark he gave you was working its magic, making you more sensitive; each small gentle stroke of his fingers gliding underneath your clothes sent shivers down your spine.

Leviathan grits his teeth, seeing the glow of Asmodeus's mark, The fierce look in his eyes focused on you makes you roll your hips against the hard cock underneath you as Levi crawls on top of you his lips immediately going for your neck, He swipes his tongue up before pressing his lips down gently sucking. That gentleness did not last His hand forcefully yanking down your pants and underwear.

Leviathan takes full control as his fingers play with your sensitive parts. Your whole body shakes, gasping and moaning as asmodeus magic make you feel extremely sensitive. Levi's teasing alone could make you cum.

Asmodeus should be mad that Leviathan just took you from him, but honestly, from the way you are shaking and grinding against him, whining and gasping, pleading for more, it was incredibly hot. The king of lust has had threesomes before, but never with another king, in this opportunity sharing you are not was to delicious to pass up.

"grinding against my cock as another man touches you. Such a slut~."

Asmodeus grins Is he buries his face in your hair taking in your scent. Leviathan's brows scrunch as he growls when he feels you grind against his palm.

"You're getting off to this? Worthless whore, One just isn't enough for you is it?" Levi hissed The tips of your fingers pressing against your hole threatening to penetrate.

Asmodeus hums and delight watching your back arch when thick fingers slowly glide inside you. "look how easy they went in. They want this."

"You really are a whore..." Leviathan growls sinking his teeth into your shoulder. "LEVI!" You shriek feeling sharp pain as Leviathan bites down hard enough to leave a mark, his mark.

Asmodeus is a vein demon who would rather not hear his favorite person call out another man's name. Hand clasps over your mouth before fingers invade past your lips. He'll make sure that doesn't happen again. by keeping your mouth stuffed.

Possessive hands and mouths grasping all over your body eager to conquer and claim from leviathan's harsh bites to Asmodeus's soft sucking on your skin.

Asmodeus will not lose again to Leviathan versus cock was already grinding against the curve of your ass He will bully Levi's fingers out of you and replace them with something bigger.

Levi will not lose either You haven't even realized he had taken his clothes off until his fingers left you and replaced of something else.

Sure another demon could just take your mouth. But to them that's second place. Why would they feel your mouth with cum when they could claim you in the most primal way any man could.

If it wasn't for the mark from Asmodeus's magic This would be almost impossible, stretch around two large demon dicks. Let alone have it feel good.

Your eyes roll back as you felt Asmodeus slide inside.

His hand presses against your mouth harder to muffle You're even louder noises as you felt yourself stretched to accommodate another big cock trying to bully its way inside you. Asmodeus hissed in whimpered into your ear feeling the squeeze of you and the throbbing hardness of Leviathan cock against his own shaft.

Leviathan didn't care to react All he was focused on was making you his immediately moving trying to take you from the devil of lusts arms.

Asmodeus, not wanting to let go of you, moved reluctantly until both demons stood up out of the bed, holding you suspended in their arms. Leviathan didn't hesitate to move as soon as he had a better angle slamming his cock deep and hard. With nothing but Levi to grab onto your nails rake against his back Your legs tightening around him But you're mouth still covered forcing to suck on Asmodeus's fingers.

Swept up in lust and the animalistic drive to compete against the other male threatening to take his mate, He moves his hips at the same speed, hands trying to spread you apart to fuck you deeper and faster.

You felt fingers press against your tongue, trying to stop you from saying anything other than a garbled mess. Asmodeus's breath and lips tickle your ear. "You suck my finger so good pretty thing! I want to kiss you so bad!" You could feel the desire in his shaky voice making you clench around the both of them.

If only Asmodeus can remove his stupid hand then Leviathan could kiss you, And damn he wants to. He wants to feel your lips on him. He misses how soft and pillowy they are against him. He's so jealous that Asmodeus has your mouth all to himself when he was generous enough to share your tight milking hole.

"Say that I fuck you better! Say it whore! Say that my cock stretches you more than his! Say that I'm bigger!"

Leviathan snarls again sinking his teeth into your neck trying to go as fast as he can even with his orgasm approaching.

Asmodeus growls pressing his hand harder against your mouth making it harder for you to breathe as you struggle to say anything.

"Don't say that pretty! Call me your husband! Please gorgeous! Tell me that I'm the only man in your life!"

When he finally loosens his hand from your mouth. You struggle to say anything. Whatever you were trying to say just comes out as a garbled mess; as you come around them, milking their cocks together, They also reach their edge coming could, both are cocks squirting so much cum inside you, most of it leaking onto the floor and down your legs. They both stay deep inside you as they emptied their balls as deep as they could.

Hoping perhaps this time one of them will take. Claiming you as his for eternity.

Seeing and feeling your limbs become weak as you threatened to fall their possessiveness subside for a second to comfort and worship you. Leviathan's jealousy still raging inside He didn't hesitate rap his arms fully around you supporting your weakend state. Asmodeus didn't keep his hands off you, neck, nuzzling his face against your neck.

"stop touching them. They had enough of you for one night." Leviathan hissed as he brought you over to the bed His eyes go soft for a second as they lay upon your exhausted form pressing his lips ever so softly against yours before tucking you in bed. Before leaving you to gather his clothes.

When he looked back over he sees Asmodeus an arm underneath you snuggling right against you. He gives him a shit eating smug smile waving his hand goodbye.

That raging green fire boils in Leviathan once again. He was going to leave because the mere thought of staying in the same room as the king of lust and the same man he just had a threesome with pissed him off to no end. But what pissed him off more was knowing what would happen if he was gone leaving you defenseless with that freak.

He grit his teeth throwing his clothes back on the floor before marching over to the bed.

Asmodeus clicked his tongue as Levi snuggled on your side. That Leviathan is as handsome as he is annoying. Squishing his body against you wrapping his arms around you trying to claim as much space on your body as he could.

Asmodeus held you because he loved you and he wants to show it, Leviathan is stubborn to show his love and holds you to claim you as his.

Asmodeus is not afraid like Leviathan, but being has vain as him he will not lose either cuddling closer toward you.

An hour later you yawn your eyes fluttering open. You hadn't even realized what situation you were in until you tried to move. You heard a grown has arms tighten around your form. Your eyes widen looking on either side of you Leviathan snuggling his face against your neck like a teddy bear on the right and on the left Asmodeus laying his head on your chest his hand on your tit...

You were trapped...

And worst of all...

You had to go....

You try again to wiggle yourself free. Smodious crunches his eyebrows groaning and disapproval His hand freeing your tit but wrapping around you.

Fuck!

"please guys... I have to pee..." You quietly plead. Hoping your savior would come soon.

#smut #whb #whb leviathan #whb asmodeus #what in hell is bad #wihib #whb x reader #gn!reader #demon x reader #adult otome game

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anonymousewrites · 4 months ago

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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 2) Chapter Six

Saiki Kusuo x Reader

Chapter Six: Seasick

Summary: Saiki gets stuck on a cruise with a bunch of bothers and Saiko. (Y/N) is there, but a mystery sickness means he has no time to spend with them.

“Hey, pal, pinky,” said Nendou. He excitedly leaned over Saiki and (Y/N)’s desks.

“You want to go on a trip somewhere tomorrow?” asked Kaidou with a big smile.

“I made plans already, but let’s take a really long bike trip,” said Kuboyasu.

Really? Saiki just wanted to go on his date with (Y/N).

“I have a tent at my house, so we can camp out somewhere on the way,” said Kaidou. “Bring a sleeping bag!”

“Sound fun? You should come, too, pal, pinky,” said Nendou.

“I see. I’ll pass,” said Saiki.

“Sorry, I’m busy tomorrow,” said (Y/N), smiling.

A loud laugh started behind them, and everyone turned to look at Saiko, the source.

“What are you laughing at, Saiko?” huffed Kaidou.

“Nothing. Sorry.” Saiko didn’t look sorry. “I was just thinking what a wretched vacation that would be. It’s just sad.

“Don’t laugh if it’s sad!” exclaimed Kuboyasu. “What are you going to do, then? What’s your plan for tomorrow?”

“Oh, me? Well…” Saiko smirked. “Maybe I’ll go on a cruise on the Pacific on my family’s ship. Do some fishing and reading on deck until I get to my destination. My family owns an uninhabited island. Then I’ll enjoy a drive in my family’s convertible. Then, I’ll eat French food while watching the sea and stars at my villa.”

“You own too much.”

(Y/N) smothered a laugh.

“That’s about it,” said Saiko.

“Well, your boat is going to sink.” Kuboyasu traded jealousy for anger. “That’s right. You’ll sink and be eaten by a shark!”

“Wow, you have a ship?” Nendou smiled. “We want to go, too.”

Slapping a hand over Nendou’s mouth, Kuboyasu glared. “Hey! Don’t say that!”

“If you say that, we lose! Idiot!” said Kaidou.

“So they’re back to that even after fawning over his house?” laughed (Y/N).

“They’re all idiots.”

“Well, I guess you guys can come, too,” said Saiko.

“What?” Kaidou and Kuboyasu’s eyes sparkled.

“You’re swayed so easily.”

“But on one condition,” said Saiko. “You have to bring Kokomi Teruhashi! If she comes, you can bring whoever you want.”

Instantly, Kaidou and Kuboyasu spun to (Y/N). “Ask her to come!”

“No way,” said (Y/N), putting their hands up in an “X.” “I’m not asking Kokomi to come along with that guy—” Saiko “—so ask her yourself.”

Kaidou and Kuboyasu looked at each other. They took deep breaths. They would approach the queen of the school. They stalked out of the room bravely.

“They’ll stop bothering us, now.”

“Do you really believe that?” said (Y/N).

“No.”

Sure enough, by the end of the day, Saiki and (Y/N) were surrounded by all of their friends, who were all going on the sleepover-boat-ride-cruise-thing.

“There are a lot of you, but you did well,” said Saiko approvingly. Teruhashi had agreed to go, so he was fine with whoever else came. “I’ll give you losers a weekend you will never forget.”

“Yes!” cheered Kaidou. “I’m looking forward to this.”

“I hope they haven’t counted us in,” said Saiki. He and (Y/N) had plans.

“I think they have,” chuckled (Y/N).

“I never hung out with this many people before. I turned them down when they asked about the bike trip, but things got all confusing and vague.”

“The nine of us all together,” said Teruhashi with a smile. “It’ll be so much fun, right, Saiki?” She sparkled.

Yes. Have fun without me and (Y/N).

“(Y/N), have you ever been on a boat?” asked Teruhashi, blushing from facing Saiki.

“Nope,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“Okay, everyone is here. Let’s choose when to meet up,” said Yumehara.

“Wait a minute—” Saiki really was being counted. He sighed. It’s no use. It’s getting to the point where I can’t refuse. He glanced at (Y/N), who was smiling at Yumehara and Teruhashi. And they look happy. There went his precious weekend, down the dream due to his bothers and (Y/N)’s smile. At least he’d still be with them.

“I can’t believe we have to leave at night,” said Kuboyasu as they walked down the pier.

“Saiko’s island is far away,” said Kaidou. “If we don’t leave tonight, we won’t make it.”

“What? Then we have to sleep on the ship?” said Yumehara.

“Hey, what are you doing? Get on.” Saiko leaned over the rail of his gigantic yacht.

“It’s huge!” cried Kaidou.

“Impressed?” Saiko smirked—it was his permanent expression. “Only my family could own something of this size.”

“You don’t need a private ship this big!” said Kuboyasu.

“Come on in. The inside is even better with a pool, gym, cinema, and anything you want,” said Saiko.

“Let’s get on!”

Saiko watched with satisfaction. Even if his ship was supposed to get a little more maintenance, it would all be fun. And he couldn’t quit and just show his smaller yacht. This was his pride and joy, and he needed to impress everyone.

Yare yare.

“Come on, Kusuo,” said (Y/N), walking aboard with a smile.

Saiki walked aboard, passing a black cat, a sign saying “666-13-13,” and stepping on a crack. Bad luck omens all around.

Yare yare. The trip was going to prove troublesome for him, wasn’t it?

“Amazing!” “Wow!” “Incredible!” Everyone stared and murmured their appreciation for how beautiful Saiko’s yacht was. “Are we really in a ship?” “It’s like a palace!”

Poor people get easily excited, thought Saiko triumphantly. “Just wait for what you’ll see next.”

“It’s like a luxury hotel,” said Yumehara excitedly.

If I marry Saiko, this could be all mine. Teruhashi glanced at (Y/N). No, no! Remember what they say—wait for the right person!

You actually listen to logic from them? Saiki wasn’t sure whether to be pleased or concerned that Teruhashi would get a crush on them. He would understand.

“This could turn out to be a fine cruise,” said Kaidou.

“It should be pretty relaxing,” agreed (Y/N). “Plenty of time for rest, snacking, and not worrying about things.”

“Don’t jinx us, even if that sounds good,” said Saiki.

On cue, Kaidou’s face turned green, and he collapsed.

“Kaidou?! What’s wrong?” Yumehara knelt. “Are you sick?”

“Yes. Just a little…seasick,” groaned Kaidou.

“I’ll go get you some medicine!” declared Yumehara.

She couldn’t find any—the one thing this ship didn’t have was the one thing it needed—so she kindly and happily took Kaidou to his room and let the others go on. Teruhashi and (Y/N) had exchanged looks, knowing Yumehara was about to dote on Kaidou, her crush, like no one had ever seen. Who could blame her for taking a chance, though? Certainly not them.

“What the hell are you doing?!” cried Kuboyasu, watching Saiko as he tied up Mera.

(Y/N) yawned. They had been awoken from a lovely dream by the commotion of a shouting Saiko and growling(?) Mera.

“Hey, what’s up?” asked Nendou.

“It’s all bad!” said Saiko. He gestured to Mera, bound among the wrappers and crumbs of the ship pantry. “This glutton ate all the food in the pantry.”

“There’s like nothing left,” said Kaidou.

“You’re still eating!” Saiko tried to pull the loaf of bread from Mera’s mouth.

“Mera, sit! Mera, down!” said Teruhashi.

(Y/N) yawned again. Their mind still wasn’t completely awake. “Why are we having midnight snacks?” They looked at Saiki. They tilted their head. “Kusuo?”

He was breathing heavily and looked…ill. He fell to his knees, and (Y/N) knelt to support him.

“Kusuo, what is it?” said (Y/N), furrowing their brow in concern.

“A mysterious illness…” he groaned. I’ve never even had a cold before. I’m a psychic, after all.

“I think he’s seasick,” said (Y/N), recognizing Saiki was trying to seem strong and seeing the same symptoms as Kaidou.

“I feel like throwing up,” said Saiki, quivering.

“You’re seasick, Kusuo,” said (Y/N). “Let’s get you lying down, and I’ll get you water.”

“I’m not seasick. I can’t be seasick.”

“You’re seasick.”

(Y/N) tipped the water into Saiki’s mouth and then let his head fall back on the pillow of his bed. “How are you feeling?” They looked at him worriedly.

“I hate this mysterious illness.” Saiki squeezed his eyes shut.

“Try to sleep,” said (Y/N), grabbing a cloth and wiping the sweat from his forehead. “You’ll feel better when you wake up, and then we’ll almost be at the island.” They leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I’ll get more water.”

“Thank you,” said Saiki.

“Of course, Kusuo,” said (Y/N), smiling and walking out of the room.

Saiki sighed and let his head sink into the pillow. As he fell into a comfortable sleep and escaped his not-seasickness, he thought he heard a door opening.

(Y/N) must be back.

He was wrong, and everyone paid the price.

Saiki’s eyes opened, and he blinked. He was underwater. Looking around, it was easy to see that the ship had sunk, somehow. Either way, it wasn’t good. Additionally, he still felt incredibly weakened. He couldn’t teleport or push the ship anywhere. The only he could do—and did do—was teleport everyone to the nearest island.

Saiki dove through the water and picked up (Y/N) as they drifted down in the water. In a moment, they were at dry land, and he put them down carefully by a tree.

He just tossed the rest down willy-nilly on the beach.

Saiki sat on the beach and stared out over the empty waters. Pieces of metal and wood drifted up beside him, the wreckage of the yacht. Everyone else lay about him, unconscious still. Saiki sighed and looked down at (Y/N), still knocked out but safely beside him.

I should have realized the disaster that was going to happen.

Now they were stranded on an abandoned island in the middle of nowhere.

(Y/N) groaned and opened their eyes. The sun beat down on them, and they blinked. Slowly, they sat up. A sandy beach surrounded them, and the ocean stretched towards the horizon. Debris and their friends had washed up with them.

“What the…” (Y/N) rubbed their head. “Where are we?”

“Shipwrecked,” said Saiki.

“Ah!” Kaidou screamed as he awoke. “The ship!”

“Yare yare.”

“What’s going on?!” said Saiko, jerking awake.

“Huh?” Yumehara raised her head.

“What happened?” said Teruhashi.

“Where’s the ship?” said Nendou.

“Where’s the food?” said Mera, worried.

“The ship went down,” said Kuboyasu somberly. “We must have drifted to this island.”

“What do we do?” asked Kaidou.

“Let’s just wait until help comes. That’s all,” said Kuboyasu.

(Y/N) glanced at Saiki. They wanted a chance to confer with him since he had the powers to actually help them, but they’d need to be sneaky about it.

“Okay,” said Nendou.

“No!” Kaidou stood. “That’s too vague. There’s no time for that. We’re stranded on a deserted island! Besides, the island is small, the size of our schoolyard. We won’t be able to find food. It’s only a matter of time before we lose someone!”

“Shun, you didn’t see it?” Kuboyasu smiled.

“What?” asked Nendou.

Kuboyasu gestured to some of wreckage washed up on the beach. “It’s the pantry of the ship. Miraculously, this all drifted here with us.”

(Y/N) glanced at Saiki with a smile. “What a nice miracle.” He didn’t respond, but he straightened at the thanks in their voice.

“Mera ate all of it on the ship,” said Kuboyasu. “But we have plenty of water, so don’t worry.”

“We’re lucky we have water,” agreed Kaidou. “But it’s going to run out. If we don’t get help soon—”

“Help will come,” said Saiko. “It’s not like we drifted here on a raft. Right now, they are using the ship’s tracking advice to locate where the ship sank and are searching for us. I don’t know where we are, but we can’t be that far.” He grinned. “The son of the world’s leading financial conglomerate is here. I’m a world treasure. A giant search team is out there looking for me now.”

“If anyone’s popularity is going to save us, it would be Kokomi’s fans coming to find her,” said (Y/N), laughing and rolling their eyes.

“You’re not wrong,” said Saiki. Her fans were devoted.

�� “You should thank me,” said Saiko.

“Don’t push your luck.”

“So, what, you’re saying we shouldn’t worry?” said Nendou.

“That’s right, little guy,” said Saiko. “So let’s go swimming!”

(Y/N) watched some of the men run towards the water and stepped closer to Saiki. “Kusuo, how much trouble are we really in?”

“…Help isn’t coming,” said Saiki.

(Y/N)’s head whipped towards him. “What?”

“Why did we sink in the first place?” wondered Kaidou. “I can’t remember anything.”

“Oh, that’s right, you and Saiki were sleeping,” said Kuboyasu. “You both were seasick—”

“I wasn’t seasick.”

“—and while Yumehara looked after you, (L/N) looked after Saiki,” said Kuboyasu. “They needed to get some more water, so Teruhashi looked in kindly to make sure Saiki was alright, and, thinking his hairpins might be bothering him and his head, she graciously took them out.”

(Y/N) and Saiki sighed. “So that’s what happened.”

“Oh, dear,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “She tried to do something nice.”

“It happened right after that,” said Kuboyasu. “The ship started rocking, and the water was coming in fast. Then all hell broke loose. The crew escaped on a small boat. I bumped my head and lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was here. It’s a miracle that everyone was saved.”

“Thank you,” whispered (Y/N), and Saiki nodded to them, a soft look in his eyes. He wouldn’t leave any of them—especially (Y/N)—to die. “Now.” They put their hands on their hips. “Why isn’t anyone coming?”

“I teleported everyone here, but because my powers are too strong after my limiter is taken out, I took us to South America.”

(Y/N) stared. “Huh. That’s a problem.” No one would look for survivors of a crash from Japan near South America.

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facefullofsadness · 1 year ago

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Can I request reader eating hanni out like the same thing you did with the Sakura fic

precious baby hanni I love her sm 😩

content - highschool!au, smut (virginity taking/first time, cunnilingus, gagging *not throwing up but stuffing the mouth to suppress sounds*), fluffy

wc - 1492

a/n - I have a gf!hanni hc that she calls her s/o darling with her sweet lil aussie accent and that her s/o loves calling her honey bc well, hanni!

hanni is suchhh a high school sweetheart.

I think it's a cliché heartthrob, oblivious, teen love story where you two became best friends overtime after meeting each other in class on the first day, your seating arrangement forcing you to talk to each other. and the more you got to know her, the more you started to fall. her smile, her aura, her personality, her voice, her talent, everything attracted you to her.

and she's sooo in the same boat with you. she lights up at the mention of your name, perks up when she sees you from across the room, runs after you and suffocates you in an adorable embrace. everyone around you two roll their eyes because neither of you can see how fucking in love the other is, too scared of rejection. so expect groans and "finally!"s to come out of your friends' mouths when you guys get together (minji and haerin were sick and tired, but dani and hyein were fangirling).

it took some time to build up to anything sex related. you both were young and inexperienced virgins, being each other's first kiss and everything, and even that was really hard and awkward to get over. even just talking about it made hanni's cheeks flush red, and you would just nervously laugh (how insufferably adorable hmph). BUT, being young also meant being unbelievably hormonal and horny, so eventually, when it got too much to handle, you made the first move.

a sleepover at hanni's. you and all of your guys' friends having a cute lil girls' night filled with games, movies, and snacks! you and your girlfriend cuddling on the couch as the night goes on and each girl knocks out one by one, dragging themselves upstairs to sleep in the guest bedrooms, leaving you and hanni left in the living room. a random chick flick plays on the screen as you pull her even further into you, nestling your face into her neck and planting kisses.

she squirms slightly in your grasp and giggles at your actions, lacing her fingers through your hair with one hand, another hand gripping your thigh beside her.

"darling, that tickles! what are you doing?" she questions.

"hanni... I don't know how much longer I wanna beat around the bush with this," you mumble against her skin, your eyes closed and your hands slipping under her tank top.

you feel her stiffen slightly in your hold, making you stop your kisses. she knows what you're talking about, but she panics slightly at the thought.

"darling, I don't know... they're just upstairs," hanni states hesitantly.

"I know honey, but just be quiet for me? yeah? can you do that?" you whisper sweetly.

her face looks distressed when you look up at her, wanting to say yes but too scared to go through with it. you pull away slowly, accepting her silence as a rejection like the respectful girlfriend you are, but she pulls your arm back, burying her face into your shoulder and mumbling.

"okay..."

you smile and kiss the top of her head, "we don't have to do it if you don't want to, my love."

"I want to!" she expresses a little too loud before lowering her voice again, "I want to, I'm just nervous."

you hold her face in your hands and place a soft peck on her lips, "It's okay, I am too. we'll learn together, right?"

she nods and grins slightly, leaning in to start making out with you, her hands in your hair pulling you into her. you reciprocate her needy kiss and push her backward to lay on the couch. your lips travel down her jaw to her neck, kisses gentle but passionate, leaving marks in discrete places, hanni biting her lip to suppress her whines.

you whisper into her ear, "turn the volume up."

she nods and reaches for the remote, increasing the sound of the movie on the tv, immediately releasing a small whimper when she feels your thumbs around her nipples. you travel down and undo her shorts with your mouth, sliding both articles of clothing off of her legs.

"we're gonna have to be quick if we don't wanna get caught, okay?" you tell her.

her eyes plead with you to keep going, but she responds anyway, "okay, that's fine. what about you?"

how sweet, always thinking about her gf.

you smile back, pecking her lips, "maybe next time, it is YOUR sleepover after all."

she rolls her eyes and pushes you back, giggling, "stupid."

you return back to before, sliding down her body and pushing her legs apart gently, your hands caressing her thighs. you look up at her for approval and she nods her head at you, anticipating your next move. so you move in, tongue swiping against her puffy pussy. you hear her breath hitch as the wet muscle between hanni's legs twirled and licked at her clit and cunt, clutching your wrists in pleasure.

"does that feel good?" you gasp out against her pussy lips.

"mmf, fuck, yes darling, feels s-so good..." she pants, your tongue going back to work.

she tries to bite down on one of her hands to suppress how good your mouth feels around her, your lips sucking at your clit while your tongue flicks at it, sometimes going and repeating the action to her entrance, your tongue darting inside and massaging inside her walls. but the pleasure was just too much, she couldn't stay quiet.

suddenly, you pull away and pick up her panties from the floor. hanni panics and worries that you stopped because she was being too loud, resulting in you making her get dressed again. but before she could speak up and apologize for her volume, you ball up her underwear and stuff it in her mouth, making her whimper when you do.

you kiss her cheek and look into her eyes, locking your gaze with her wide one, "you need to be quiet for me hon, be a good girl for me."

she gulps and you can see the lump travel down her throat before she nods and grips the material of your clothes on your shoulders. you lower yourself against her entrance before drinking in her essence, coating your tongue and drinking it down. her grip on your clothes tightens and she bites down on her gag, clamping her eyes shut and panting into her underwear.

her hips are moving uncontrollably, her stomach twisting and turning with pleasure at this new feeling. of course she's masturbated before, but she's never felt this good. with you eating her out like a pro below her, she swears she could get addicted to the feeling of your mouth on her. and she feels so warm, you're so gentle with her and treating her with the utmost care, but giving it your all to make sure hanni feels fucking amazing, and she does.

even through the loud movie and her panties in her mouth, muffling her moans, you can hear her tiny whimpers escaping her throat with every stroke of your tongue. the way her hips jolt and her legs shake, her upper half squirming in your hold, you know you're doing good and you smile against her core.

with a final suck of her clit, you feel her body tremble, her back arches into you, and her nails sting as they dig into your shoulders through the material. you open your eyes to look up at your girlfriend as her head is thrown back against the armrest and eyes clamped shut, biting down on her underwear for dear life, you're scared she might hurt herself.

you stop your movements and lick gently against her pussy, helping her ride out the high, pulling away as soon as she jerks from overstimulation. crawling up to face her sweaty forehead and hazy eyes, taking her panties out of her mouth. her mouth hangs open as you feel her hot breath panting against your lips. you kiss her sweetly and smile against her.

"good?" you ask simply.

"really good," hanni replies, her blinks slow as she passes out on the couch.

you melt at how adorable she is, slipping back on her clothes onto her limp sleeping body before finding a blanket and draping it over the both of you, laying your head on her shoulder before drifting to sleep too.

the next morning, you're both awaken to loud groaning. you rub your eyes of exhaustion to find an angry minji.

"god guys, if you're gonna fuck, PLEASSSEEEEE let me NOT be here," she huffs, pouting in her pajamas and plopping down on the other sofa with a bowl of cereal.

"they were fucking? I'm never coming back to this house," haerin echoes in the kitchen while you blush, feeling your gf bury her face into your shoulder.

"I told you to be quiet," you whisper into her ear, making hanni hit your shoulder.

a/n - I LOVE HANNI SO MUCH MY BABY MY BABY MY GF MY SWEET POOKIE PIE I LOVE HER

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ereardon · 9 months ago

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Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter Twelve

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child?

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, eventual smut, angst

Chapter summary: Ducky and Jake tiptoe around each other; Bob attends Ducky's 20 week scan

WC: 1.3K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here

The apartment was empty when you returned. Just a note on the counter.

Staying at Bradshaw’s for the night

– J

You sighed and put your purse down. It was what you had wanted. So why didn’t it feel good to win?

***

Jake spent half of the night pacing Bradley’s house, a small bungalow near the beach. At around three in the morning, Bradley emerged in a pair of boxers and no shirt, rubbing his eyes. “Hangman?”

Jake turned, bags starting to form under his eyes.

“You OK man?” Bradley asked, standing in the doorway to the living room.

Jake shook his head. “Yeah, sorry, didn’t realize I was being loud.”

Bradley sagged against the wood frame. “It’s Y/N isn’t it?”

He nodded. “Always.”

“When are you gonna admit you’re into her?”

Jake stopped dead in his tracks. “What?”

“We all talk about it all the time,” Bradley said, crossing his arms. “You like her. She liked you enough to sleep with you. And now here you are kissing random girls in the bar and she’s running off crying.”

“She cried?”

“No, she peed on the sand, but same thing.”

Jake frowned. “What? How is that the same?”

“It just is, OK.” Bradley shook his head.

Jake squinted. “You guys don’t actually talk about us, do you?”

“Come on,” Bradley said. “I know you’re more self absorbed than that.”

“She doesn’t want me,” he said quietly. “She told me to go out and see other people.” Jake paused. “She said she would, too, if it didn’t look so weird, with the baby and all.”

Bradley rolled his eyes and turned to go. “You two are so fucking stupid, I swear.”

***

Bob picked up on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Bobby,” you said into the phone. “Will you come to my appointment with me today?”

“I, uh, what time is it at?”

“Four.”

“OK, yeah, I can do that. Pick you up at 3:30 from work?”

“Yes, please.”

There was a moment of silence where you both knew what the other was thinking. He wanted to know why you had asked him. You didn’t want him to tell Jake.

“See you soon, Duck,” he said, hanging up the phone and you let out a sigh of relief.

That afternoon, you sat in a paper gown on the medical table as Bob sat in the chair near the door, bouncing his leg in his green flight suit. “You smell like gasoline,” you complained. “It’s making me want to throw up.”

“I didn’t have time to change,” he replied, leg still bouncing.

“Stop jiggling, you’re making me nauseous.”

“Will you stop complaining when the baby comes?”

“No, it’ll just be a new set of complaints.”

“Lucky me.”

There was a knock and then the door opened. “Y/N? How are you?”

“Doing OK,” you replied, shifting your weight from one hip. “This is my brother, Bob.”

“Ma’am,” he said, standing up and holding out a hand. She took it and smiled.

“Dr. Whitman. Nice to meet you.” She walked over to the sink and washed her hands before pulling on a pair of gloves. “So, twenty weeks. Halfway there.”

“Thank God,” you muttered.

The doctor laughed. “Any trouble sleeping or heartburn or indigestion.”

“Whatever you name, I’ve got it.”

She smiled. “Well, I can give you a prescription for some heartburn medication. If you want to just pull your shirt up, we can take a look to see how baby is doing.”

You inched the edge of your paper dress up, the roundness of your stomach shocking every time you caught a glimpse. The jelly was cold, as always, and you found yourself holding your breath as she moved the wand around until you heard it.

The steady beat of your baby’s heart.

“Strong heartbeat,” the doctor said. “Baby is about seven inches.” She turned to you. “Do you want to know the gender?”

You looked over at Bob, who had climbed out of his seat and was standing next to the table, one of his hands on your shoulder. “Bobby?”

“I’m here.”

You sucked in a deep breath. “Yes, I’d like to know.”

“It’s a girl.”

You closed your eyes. It was overwhelming. You couldn’t put into words how you felt.

And then you felt a tear fall on your shoulder. But it wasn’t yours. When you opened your eyes, Bob was crying.

He pressed his lips to your temple, arms wrapped around your shoulders. “A girl,” he whispered, tears and laughter caught in his throat all at once.

You placed your hands on either side of your belly button and closed your eyes.

***

When you got home, you taped the sonogram to the fridge. Jake had returned from Bradley’s, but the two of you had been frosty. A simple hello or excuse me as you passed each other in the living room. It was like living with a complete stranger.

You didn’t want to freeze him out. But whenever you went to talk to him, the image of him with the girl in the bar came to mind and you felt bile rising in your throat. There was a part of you, somewhere buried, that wanted Jake Seresin for yourself.

For your daughter.

At twenty weeks, you already had trouble sleeping. After an hour of tossing and turning, you got up and eased open the door, rubbing your eyes as you headed for the kitchen in a skimpy nightgown.

As you rounded the corner into the kitchen, Jake stood facing the fridge, completely still. He barely moved when you entered, stopping short the minute you saw him.

“Oh.” It fell out of your mouth before you could even stop it.

Jake turned, slowly. There were bags beneath his eyes. His normally golden skin looked sallow. His hair, always so perfectly tousled, had lost some of its luster. “When was the appointment?” he asked.

“Yesterday.”

“You didn’t want me there.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. There was pain laced in every word.

“I didn’t think you’d want to be there.”

Jake’s face hardened. You watched in real time. The way his green eyes went dark and the hands at his sides flexed into fists. “Don’t you understand, Y/N, that it my child you’re carrying. Mine. Of course I wanted to be there. But you wouldn’t let me. Because you’re punishing me.”

“I’m not punishing you.”

“Yes you are!” It came out as a roar. You stepped back, one hand over your stomach. Jake’s eyes dropped to your hand. “I’m sorry.” It was a plea. Soft and gravely and depressed. “I fucked up, OK. This is so fucked up.”

“My next appointment is in a month,” you replied softly. “Do you want to come with?”

Jake lifted his eyes to yours. “Yes.”

“OK,” you replied. “Can I?” You motioned to the fridge and Jake nodded, stepping aside as you grabbed a glass and filled it with water from the door filter.

“Goodnight,” Jake said, backing out of the kitchen as you closed the fridge door, the slice of light growing thinner and thinner until it disappeared and the two of you were bathed in darkness, just the diagonal strip of moonlight shining from the window above the sink.

“Jake?”

“Yeah?”

You smiled. “It’s a girl.”

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andrastepls · 1 year ago

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UNTIL DAWN.

synop: reader (callsign lark) and ghost chat over comms one rainy evening. maybe in the same universe as A/SMR ?

warnings: noooone ?

i have once again not proofread shit

The sound of rain pelting down on her makeshift tent was all encompassing, loud — and cold.

Under other circumstances, she would’ve loved the sound. The pitter patter of the droplets may well have lulled her to sleep, but not tonight. Camped out atop a roof adjacent to enemy territory, huddled up underneath a pair of wooden pallets and garbage bags that she’d propped up against the side of the wall, a thermal blanket held up to her nose in an attempt to retain some warmth — this was anything but comforting.

Maybe that was why her eyes kept flicking to her comm. Knowing a familiar voice was just on the other end of a radio wave. He, Ghost, never turned his off. Especially not while she was out on her own, “Manners,” was his response when asked why.

“Lt?” she begins, her voice a breadth above a whisper, “You awake? Over.”

There’s a lull of silence. Not even the static there to keep her company when she lifted her finger from the button.

“Copy, Lark. How you holdin’ up? Over.” came the slight grogginess of his voice, a telltale sign that he had been nearly asleep, if not outright unconscious.

She pauses before answering; namely, what was she going to say? She woke him, it had to be a better reason than being cold and lonely. He was probably cold and lonely too. If he even got lonely. He didn’t seem the type for it. In the two years she had known him, if there was anything she could figure, it was that Lieutenant Riley was someone who enjoyed his alone time.

“Lark?” his voice sounds again with a crackle of static, sounding more awake.

“Here, sir.” she replies, “Just . . . needed to hear a familiar voice. Sorry to wake you. Over.” and she expects that to be the end of it. It was silly of her to bother him over something so mundane. It was weak, and overstepping and —-

“Cold as hell tonight.” he says, dropping formalities. Her chest feels tight. Guilty.

“. . yeah.”

“Y’ got enough thermals up there?”

“For tonight, if it doesn’t flood up here.”

And she swears, she swears, she hears the end of a snorted-laugh when he answers, “The roof innit gonna flood, kid.”

Fighting a smile, she hides herself further into the silver blanket, ducking her head inside and curling her legs up closer, “You’re gonna feel real silly saying that when you need a boat to evac me in the morning.”

"Sure we got a little floaty around here somewhere, if it comes to that." he replies, taking on the tone of a man who thought himself to be hilarious -- having been on the receiving end of his jokes in the past, well . . .

"One with duckies on it, I hope."

"Mm. Nah. Little fish." the Lt. says, his smirk evident in his voice. A smirk she had never seen, but had grown quite accustomed to hearing.

"Nemo?" Lark grins, pulling her sleeves further up to cover her hands in the interim between their comments.

"High standards there, huh?"

"You have no idea, Lt. Nemo or bust."

"I'll see what I can do." he chuckles a bit, and she tries to picture him being up there with her. He was intimidating, no doubt about that, but he brought a certain comfort with him. A sense of safety, even. Must have come with the territory of doing what they did.

You either had each others back, or you all died. That, or get hunted down. Bleak, unless you sucked it up and worked together.

"Fallin' asleep, kid?" Simon's voice comes through again in a crackle of static.

"Nah -- don't think I'm gonna get much sleep tonight." still, she fights back a yawn. It wasn't a matter of not wanting to sleep, because she wanted to. Badly. Getting back to base couldn't come soon enough.

There’s a moment of silence, and she wonders if he had fallen asleep himself. She couldn’t even blame him. Freezing rain, creeping up on 3 A.M. Dawn isn’t all that far off, she told herself, just power through a few more hours.

“Can stay on with ya,” he suddenly says, clearing his throat a little, “Should at least try to get a few winks.”

“That your way of telling me to shut up, Lt?” Lark asks, not bothering to try and hide the sleepy smile evident in her reply.

“Maybe.”

“Brutal.”

“Do I gotta make it an order?”

“Maybe.”

He laughs. Laughs. It makes her chest tighten so unfairly; worse, when she realizes she would do damn near anything to hear that again.

“Get some shuteye, Lark. That’s an order.”

“Mm.” She hums, pulling her thermal over her head, listening to the rain continue to pitter-patter on her makeshift shelter, “See you in the morning, Lt.”

“Jus’ a couple hours.”

“ . . just a couple hours.” she mutters back, tucking her walkie underneath her chin as she settled back in. Forcing her eyes shut as he says a muffled ‘Goodnight’ into the comm.

A/N: i’ve had an idea like this for months, and when i read this, i couldn’t stop myself B) . . . might continue this ? idk

#cod imagine #ghost cod #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost fluff #simon riley fluff #simon riley x oc #call of duty #drabble #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod fic

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cherbexr · 5 months ago

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"Then let's be lost together"

Leon x Trainer! Reader

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Warnings: none!

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"(Pokemon), return!"

You called back your partner as the wind and the rain continued to blow, not wanting to danger your partner in this weather. You tried to shield your eyes as you looked around to see where you were.

"I can't see anything..." You huffed and pulled out your rotom phone noticing it was low on battery, "can't even call for a taxi either."

You then put your phone away and trudged to an abandoned tower to get some cover from the weather. As you sat your stuff down in the dark room you sighed in relief and turned your flashlight on.

"At this rate, I'll be late to the tournament." You huffed in disappointment and sat down against a wall with your knees to your chest.

Some faint noises could be heard in the background, choosing to ignore it you called out your (electric type Pokemon of your choice!) and asked if they could lend their power to charge your phone.

You looked around in the dark, damp place and sighed again. You looked back at your Pokemon and they looked uneasy and were in a defensive stance.

"What is it?" you asked and looked in the direction your Pokemon was looking at. Your eyes widened when you saw a Pokemon emerge from a shadow. It was a wild Dusclops!

"Okay ready to fight (Pokemon name)? Oh wait you still have my phone in your mouth... Let's go!" You decided to bolt with your Pokemon closely behind you.

You managed to get far enough away from the tower and back in the pouring rain. "Great..."

"Heyy!!" A loud voice called from above you. You looked up and saw an outline of a Charizard with someone on top. "Hey! Are you lost?"

That's weird, flying taxis usually use Corviknights...

The Charizard and the man landed in front of you and your vision cleared....It was Champion Leon! The one you were dreaming of going up against if you weren't caught in this bloody rain...

Your eyes widened as you saw him jump off Charizard and walk up to you, towering over you.

"Sorry to startle you, I got lost trying to make my way to Wyndon. Then this storm kicked up, losing my way even more," he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You gotta admit, he looked delicious like this. All drenched, his clothes clinging to his body showing the outline of his muscles and- I'mma stop there.

"Uh yeah, same. I was also headed to Wyndon until I got caught in the rain," you said to him.

"So you're in the same boat I'm in! Haha, what a coincidence!" he laughed. "How about we set up camp together? I may not look like it but I can cook a pretty mean curry."

You smiled at him and approved as you both sat your stuff down and set up a campsite. You shared your ingredients but he opted to use whipped cream, sweet pecha berries, and...sausages?

"Um, are you sure that's going to be good?"

"Trust me," he replied, concentrating on making his curry. You shrugged and let your pokemon out so they could recharge.

Time passes as you're cracking jokes with Leon and talking and getting to know each other. He finally finishes his rancid curry and gives you a plate to have a try.

You looked at the plate that stood in your hands suspiciously. It was bubbling and gurgling.

"eat up! I promise it's as good as it looks," he says with a mouthful.

You looked at him and back at your plate and decide to lick the tip of the spoon. To much surprise it was pretty good. Your pokemon seemed to enjoy it judging from the food around their mouths.

As your two finish up dinner, you notice the rain stopped but it was dark outside. Leon was gathering up the dirty dishes while you were getting your phone to work again after having a little water damage and a bite mark from your Pokemon.

"Hey, how about we get some sleep and tomorrow morning we can travel to Wyndon together?" Leon suggests.

"Sounds like a plan, hopefully we don't get lost," you joked.

"If we did, let's get lost together"

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#pokemon #pokemon leon #pokemon leon x reader #pokemon trainer x readers #sword and shield #pokemon swsh #swsh #x reader #pokemon fanfiction

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grapenehifics · 8 months ago

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Rotating the Obikin Lighthouse Fake-Married AU in my brain 🤔 Forgive me, I’m about to throw a lot of ideas at you because my plot brain is a mess lol.

So, I’m thinking this world but in the 1950’s to make them suitably cut off from the rest of the world and to enable some backstory for them both from WWII. Obi-Wan has already been a keeper of the lighthouse for two years now unaccompanied, but in the fall the owners of the house send him a letter requiring him to marry or else he’ll be fired in favor of an already wed keeper. Panicking, he writes a letter to the local town’s paper requesting an ad to be put out looking for a spouse/assistant keeper.

Anakin within this AU is desperate for a job due to backstory I haven’t thought of yet lol and looks through the newspaper ads to find Obi-Wan’s, and although marrying a stranger and working on a tiny island tending a lighthouse doesn’t sound like his thing, he immediately writes back for the promise of free room and board for six months.

Their first meeting is their wedding, officiated on the seaside dock of the island right after Anakin gets off the boat. From there, the fic would go through their awkward first few weeks, their conflict with one another confined to such a small space, then their budding friendship when they recognize themselves in one another.

I think the smut/romance would naturally come about in the winter, when they have to spend nearly every minute inside lest they freeze in the ocean’s icy mist. Would definitely feature cuddling for warmth, fireside bonding, sleeping in the same bed on the coldest nights 👀 I can just imagine all the kinky shit they’d get up to on a remote island the second the dam broke between them lmaooo

Happy ending is they eventually save up enough money and buy their own lighthouse as a proper couple

Sorry for the unsolicited idea dump! Ignore me if you’re not into it hahaha just had to throw my sudden plot around the AU somewhere!

OMG YES THIS EXACTLY this is what I was picturing too!!

Anakin could be having a hard time readjusting to life post-war that makes it difficult for him to hold down a steady job? PTSD, and/or that's where he lost an arm and that's been a tough transition? (Or employers simply look at him and *assume* he won't be able to do the job, even though he's perfectly capable.)

Their first few weeks together would be SO awkward and uncomfortable! Neither are very talkative or forthcoming so they just sort of...sit and stew, haha. Until one of them makes the other laugh and they learn to have a normal conversation :)

And then you had me at cuddling for warmth. The aesthetics of this is amazing. Fireplaces, warm blankets, hot tea...when they do have to go outside to work, they'll inevitably get soaked to the bone in a storm and need the other to get them out of their wet clothes, dry them off and warm them up!!

And sooooo much privacy; they can be as loud as they want together all the way out there, and have sex in every room of that lighthouse whenever they feel like it ;) (a.k.a. often) (The next owners might not love that part so much...)

EXTREMELY into this and would gladly read more of this anytime!! ♥♥♥ Thank you for running with this fun prompt!!

#obikin #lighthouse au

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shealuvvagirl · 9 months ago

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Slept With the Professor

Levi Ackerman x Fem College Student Reader

Warnings: Age gap, Sexual themes, NSFW, Choking, Fingering, Overstimulation

"This was a mistake." You thought to yourself a few minutes after watching your professor walk out of your dorm after collecting his clothes and dressing himself back up.

You laid there naked, lost in deep thought. You don't know how things ended up heading this way, but it did and there's no going back now that you've dug yourself in too deep.

Your phone began to buzz causing for you to snap out of your thoughts and turn to where your phone was placed.

You picked it up to see a cute picture of you and your friend group. The picture consists of you, Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Jean, Connie, and Sasha all trying to squeeze into a random photobooth.

You began to debate with yourself on whether or not you should pick up your friend's facetime call.

After a few minutes you decided not to answer and to instead get yourself cleaned up for bed. "They will definitely come up with the conclusion that I've completely lost it if they find out..." You said as you got back into bed after cleaning up.

Sleeping it off will help. Or will it? Tomorrow you still have Professor Ackerman's class, and your friends will be there as well. They aren't too keen with his class, but without it you all wouldn't have gotten as close as you are now.

Your eyes began to become heavy and soon you drifted off to sleep.

The Next Day, 9:00am

You, Mikasa, and Sasha are now walking into Professor Ackerman's class.

You nervously look around and notice Levi isn't here, which is odd since he usually gets here early.

You and the girls began walking towards your seats which is the section behind the boys. Eren is already being loud as usual he must be thrilled that Professor isn't here to yell at him yet.

The group are now together laughing and making conversation, well everyone but you are at least. You're still reminiscing about last night.

Mikasa’s laughter about a joke Eren made began to fade as she notices the look on your face causing for her to ask "Hey, Y/N are you ok?"

This question causes the group to pause and look at you with concern written over their faces.

"Yeah, usually you're all hyper and laughing along but today you seem kind of out of it" Connie added on.

Sasha, Eren, Jean, Armin, and Mikasa all agreed with a bunch mhm's to back it up.

"Wha- guys I'm totally fine, I just didn't get as much sleep as I should've last night." You lied which made your friends all sigh with relief.

"Bummer, try to stay up for the test Professor has planned for us today" Armin said before turning around to start pulling out his books.

This caused for Eren to stand up and yell "A TEST???" and for once you can finally agree with Eren being dramatically loud because that night- instead of studying for the test your professor had planned you were busy SCREWING him.

"Shut the fuck up and sit-down bird brain" Jean said with an eye roll.

You spot Sasha visibly gulping indicating that she's in the same boat as you and Eren.

"Loud outbursts? This is your 3rd time this week Yaeger, one more outburst and you will be headed out of my class, do I make myself clear?”

Everyone snaps their head towards the door, the voice came from none other than your professor Levi.

"Yes sir, sorry sir" Eren apologized as he slowly sunk back into his seat with his head facing downward.

Levi began to make his way towards his desk which is in the front of the class, and you swore he made eye contact with you causing for your nerves to kick in even more than it already did.

20 minutes later

The class is now focused on the test as Levi began reading some book he picked up from his desk, waiting for his students to finish. You look at your friends to see how their doing.

Eren is cold asleep, Armin seems as though he is having no struggles as his pencil moves across the paper, Mikasa seems to be doing the same as Armin, Jean is obviously stuck on a question smoke may as well be burning from his head, Sasha is already done clearly (she put anything down), Connie is trying to sneakily cheat as his eyes are everywhere but on his own paper.

Your eyes now land on Levi as he continues reading his book.

He looks up, now making direct eye contact with you and smirking obviously knowing the affect he has on you.

"Shit...that smirk" You thought to yourself as you began to remember details of the night you shared.

Last Night

Your moans began to increase as his fingers moved in and out of you at a fast pace. That cocky bastard is smirking at how loud you're being.

"Yea that's right, louder" he demands as he began to kiss and suck on your neck. His thumb moves to your clit as 2 of his fingers continue to pound into you and gently rub circles on it.

"Leviiiii fuck, please" you moan out as a feeling began to form in your stomach.

Levi smirks and detaches himself from your neck and asks "Please what Y/N? You wanna cum?" After saying this his fingers sped up to an inhuman pace.

You loudly moan out as you nod.

He removes his fingers causing for you to whine at the empty feeling he left inside of you.

He began to unbuckle his belt and let his pants drop to his ankles.

He lines himself up with you and forced you to keep eye contact with him by moving his thumb to your chin as he slowly slides himself in.

"Shit Y/N" He groans as he continues to slowly go in and out.

You began to get fed up with this and finally spoke up "Fucking stop teasing and go faster!"

This made Levi pause and look at you with wide eyes.

A couple of seconds later he obliged and began to pound into you fast and rough with deep groans.

He moves his hand towards your neck and began to squeeze. He leans down to whisper in your ear "I'd watch my tone if I were you baby, unless you want everyone to know how dumb you get on your professors' cock"

This made you moan a little too loud as the feeling in your stomach returned.

"Yea that's right, cum on me baby" Levi moaned as he sped up his pace.

This caused for the coil in your stomach to finally snap. Your vision gets blurry, and tears filled your eyes as you hold on tight to him as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

He flips you onto your stomach and raises your hips up causing you to arch.

This angle helps him reach impossibly deeper as he slams into you again causing for you to yell out since you're still sensitive from your recent orgasm.

"You feel so good" Levi groans

Levi kept this up for another 30 minutes causing at least 2 more orgasms out of you.

He finally came with a loud moan. He held it in you for at least 2 minutes before pulling out and laying down next to you.

You both are breathing heavy, exhausted from orgasms being pulled out of you both, draining both of your energy.

"MS L/N"

You snap out of your flashback that you didn't realize you were having until Levi gladly interrupted you.

"Yes sir" You reply nervously.

"You've written nothing on your paper since the test began, see me after class, we'll have to discuss you falling behind" Levi scoffs as he looks back down to continue on reading his book.

Your friends all look at you with a worried expression as you put your head on the desk in utter embarrassment.

This is going to be a long day...

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illyrian-lady-of-the-night · 8 months ago

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NAPS-RORONOA ZORO

established relationship, fluffy, sweet Zoro 💕

You had just demolition the lunch Sanji had made, currently, you wiped down the table trying to scrub the drool that dried on your captain's spot. The gentle sway of the boat caused you to yawn your eyes getting heavy as you watched the same spot.

"You can go find your nap buddy (Y/N)~swan I got the rest of it a princess like you needs her sleep," Sanji had told you his nose started to bleed he was probably thinking of you sleeping naked. You shake your head at the cook but are thankful to be released. You abandon the rag where it lays spots of drool still visible.

As you step out of the kitchen the deck is already full of action the other stawhats doing their own thing, however you notice the swordsman is missing from the group. Nami noticed you searching for Zoro she gave you and smirk and pointed up. As if heightening your ears by pointing you now can hear him training with the sword he had gotten from Mihawk.

You let a sigh fall from your lips before treking over to the main mast.

You turn to Fanky, "Any way you could just toss me up there and I can grab the net?"

Franky let out a loud laugh, "If lover boy wouldn't come down here and take my legs I'd say sure," He even dared to laugh as he walked away. You mumble something rather unkind about the cyborg before putting your leg up on the first peg.

Five minutes later you open up the hatch to see Zoro's glistening body.

He was laying down bar in hand benching who knows what. “Hey hot-stuff you coming in to workout with me?”

Your whole body heated up at the nickname and it took everything in you not to get red. You did however smile.

“Actually I was just coming to watch,” you say sitting on a little bench built into the wall that Franky made when he noticed how you enjoyed looking out the windows. Zoro gave you a little pout and sighed trying his best to sway your decision.

You let out an obnoxious yawn as you lay in the nook. "Maybe I'll just lay here in the sun and nap until you're done,"

You look at him in the corner of your eye, and he stares at you, his eyebrows knit together as he thinks. Suddenly the bar is racked again and Zoro stands.

"Ok, you convinced me (Y/N), your bunk or mine?" He asks as he walks towards you. As you thought he picked you up carrying you princess style. "You took too long to answer, mine it is,"

"Can we at least go get my comfy clothes," You ask eyes big with a pleading expression. Zoro rolled his eys and chuckled.

"You mean the pair of sweats you stole from me sure babe," We are now standing on the yardarm.

"EVERYONE LOOK ZOROS GONNA SUPERHERO JUMP!" the familiar voice of your captain made you hide your face in Zoro's neck.

"Roro please don't,"

"Now princess have I ever dropped you?"

"No,"

"Do you think I would ever drop you?"

Before you could answer you were in a free fall. All you could do was clench your eyes shut, no way were you going to scream, you are a straw hat for fucks sake. The two of you landed with a thud and the jingle of Zoro's earrings. Before Zoro put you down he whispered in your ear.

“See I told you I wouldn’t drop you, now let’s go get you all comfy,” Zoro still held you as he walked to the girls dorm opening the door with his foot. He sets you down on your bunk and starts to dig through your dresses to find the green sweat pants you stole.

Finally a hour after you originally wanted to nap the two of you are comfy cozy in Zoro’s bed.

“Ah finally I didn’t think I would have to climb and free fall just to nap with you but I guess that’s life as a Straw Hat,” you laugh looking up at Zoro. He smirked…oh that smirk always had you blushing.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” you asked a blush forming on your face. Zoro now had his eye closed and looked peaceful you were sure he was asleep until you heard him mumble.

“You are just beautiful,” then he was snoring.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #one piece zoro #fluff

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huffle-dork · 2 months ago

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Long Live the King

Chapter 5: Training Montage

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Morning dawns bright, with only a smattering of clouds in the sky. During the night the lookouts shifted, but the boat continued down the river. Now it cuts through fields of wheat and vegetables--clearly this area is home to many farms. An unfortunate side effect of sleeping outside is that there's no shelter from the sunlight when the sun rises. Are these visitors tired enough to sleep through the dawning light?

Dr. J, Jackieboy and Henny rise with the sun, all to varying degrees of success. JJ seems used to waking early, stretching and quickly rolling up his bedroll. Henny looks sleepy still but groggily sits up and rubs at his eyes, fumbling for his glasses. Jackieboy groans and tries to curl back up, covering his head with whatever he can find nearby. Bro is slumped against the wall, like he just fell asleep while he was sitting up. He doesn’t look comfortable or that he slept very well. He’s still somewhat asleep as the sun rises, though his eyebrows furrow as the light shines bright.

As the sun fully rises, Chase and Jackie come out of the hold together. They're talking quietly at first but then stop when they see the others awake.

"Ah, good morning," Jackie says, cheerful but not too loud in case the Swaps want to ignore him. "Sleep well?"

Dr. J rises up and smiles, “Good morning. I slept just fine, thank you!”

Henny smiles after finding his glasses, “Good morning!”

“Why is the Sun so bright at butt fuck in the morninggg?” Jackieboy moans.

Chase laughs. "It's a terrible thing, isn't it? How dare it be so bright."

Once he starts hearing the others’ voices Bro blinks open his eyes and tiredly looks out. He rubs at his stiff neck and rolls his shoulders, trying to wake himself up.

"Happy you guys slept well enough." Jackie grins. "Hey, want to see something? In a moment--"

Before he can finish, the door to the boat's small cabin opens, and out walks Henrik. Followed shortly by Vsevna.

Jackie's grin widens. "Marvin wasn't just joking when he said that yesterday."

Jackieboy perks up and sits up at Jackie’s comment and looks back. He sees Henrik and Vsevna and grins wide. “ooooh!”

“Aww a slumber party!” Henny says cheerfully.

“Henny no-“ Jackieboy laughs.

Chase lets out a snort of laughter. That draws Henrik and Vsevna's attention. "Wh-what are you all staring at?!" Henrik demands, narrowing his eyes. Vsevna just grins and laughs.

Jackie waves. "Hello, Schneep!"

"Do not 'hello' me!" Henrik folds his arms. "You better not be saying anything strange to the otherworlders!"

"Promise we're not," Chase says.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

“We didn’t hear at thing! Promise!” Jackieboy says with a big grin. Dr. J rolls his eyes.

Henrik pauses for a moment, assessing him, then says, "I am going to get food for breakfast. Does anyone want any?"

“Breakfast sounds great, other-me! I would like some!” Henny says brightly.

“Yeah me too-“ Jackieboy adds.

“Would you like some help, Henrik?” Dr. J asks.

Bro looks like he might fall back asleep, rubbing at the dark spots under his eyes.

"Yes, that would be great, JJ," Henrik says. "Right down this way--unless we stored some food under the grates like we did with the weapons?"

"No, it's just weapons." As Jackie says that, he uses the toe of his boot to slide open a grate on the floor, revealing a small compartment.

"Alright, to the hold, then."

Before Henrik can go down into the hold, Jameson pops out of the entrance. He stands to the side so the others can walk through.

Dr. J smiles and nods, walking after Henrik. He pauses at seeing Jameson and waves, “Good morning, Jameson.”

Good morning. Jameson smiles at him. He looks at the others. I see most of you are already awake. Everyone down below is the same. Well, almost everyone.

"Marvin is asleep?" Henrik asks.

Yes.

"Well, he can get food on his own time. Come, JJ." Dr. J chuckles at this and follows Henrik. They head downstairs while Vsevna walks over to the wheel to take over from the night helmsman.

Jackie sits down on the deck next to the others. "We'll be on the boat for most of the day," he says. "Then around sunset, we'll reach the edge of the Moors and switch this boat for one better for that environment."

Bro looks up as Jackie joins them. His shoulders slump slightly as he sighs, “…a whole day… I guess there’s no use in me trying to fly ahead huh?” He laughs tiredly and shakes his head. “…I’d probably just get lost…”

"Well... we're on a river... going straight south... you won't get lost that easily," Chase says.

"But it's probably not worth the attempt," Jackie agrees. "We can use the time to help train up your friends--if they want," he adds, looking at Jackieboy and Henny.

Jackieboy bounces up slightly, “Yeah Chase! This is what you were most excited about!! Seeing me get my ass beat!”

Henny giggles.

Bro chuckles too and gives his friend a smile. “…yeah… I think that’ll be fun. A good distraction too.”

"Great!" Jackie says cheerfully. "So, what is it? Two close quarters weapons and a ranged one?" He looks down into the grate he opened earlier. "We have some daggers here, varying lengths, a couple shortbows with quivers--oh! One of those new crossbows."

"Crossbow?" Chase looks in as well. "Oh, if no one takes that, I want to practice with it."

“Ah damn- I guess it’d be harder to get a sword hidden in there huh?” Jackieboy laughs, “I could fuck with a dagger though!”

“Ummm.. hmm… I think like Juwel maybe I should learn something ranged. That way I can also be on look out for things that might need my magic!” Henny says with a bright smile.

"You could use one of mine if you want, Jackieboy--it'd be fitting." Jackie grins. "They're lighter than the usual broadswords used by the royal warriors, though, if that makes a difference."

But if you want to use a dagger, me or Henrik could help out, Jameson says.

Jackieboy’s eyes gleam, “I mean… that’d be cool! … but I should learn something that I don’t have to borrow from someone else. I wouldn’t be as good as you are with them anyways.”

“Take a swing at the crossbow, Chase- the others gotta learn the shortbow basics first.” Bro says with a smile.

"Good point," Chase says to Bro. He rummages through the grate and pulls out the crossbow and two shortbows, along with quivers of arrows. "Usually we practice with blunted tips but they didn't pack any, not expecting to have the time. We'll have to be extra careful."

“I am sure we will be careful, but we also have two very good doctors with us in case of accidents!” Henny beams.

Henrik and JJ return at that moment, and Henrik passes out little bundles of cloth with food inside. "Here we are," he says. JJ also helps pass out food then sits down with a bundle for himself.

Henrik notices the bows and quivers. "Ah--are you practicing?"

“Not yet just,” Bro says, “But we’re hoping we can practice to help the day pass.”

“Well if that’s our goal, let’s all make sure we eat well,” Dr. J chuckles, “Cant learn or fight on an empty stomach.”

Indeed, Jameson says. So everyone eat up.

The breakfast passes quickly, as travel provisions are dry and easy to eat by design.

Marvin joins them just as they're wrapping up, holding a hunk of bread in his hand and taking bites out of it. Clearly he's found his own breakfast. "Let me guess. It's training time?" he says.

"Hopefully!" Jackie says cheerfully.

“Good morning, Marvin,” Dr. J greets.

"Good morning," Marvin replies. "Suppose I'll watch this. It was fun last time."

"Other me, when you're done take a look in here and try to find a dagger you can use. Shorter is better for beginners, though it does mean you have less range." Jackie says.

Jackieboy quickly gets to his feet and goes over to look at the weapons. He hums as he looks then grabs about a medium sized dagger. He grins and looks at the others, “I’m pretty speedy so- I’m not too worried about range!”

Marvin looks around. "Do you think there's enough room?"

"The bows will need space," Chase muses. "I'm guessing you didn't pack targets when you left."

"No, sorry," Jackie says. "It's alright, we can improvise."

"You know, the royal crest sort of looks like a target," Jackie says slowly. "And we still have that tunic that Bro ripped up..."

Marvin laughs. "I was not expecting that 'disrespect' from you, Jackie."

"We're short on materials!"

Bro grins, “That sounds perfect.”

“Fuck yeah! We can get out our rageee and practice! It’s two birds with one stone!” Jackieboy laughs.

Everyone laughs. Even Chase, who seemed so quick to defend the real king earlier, smiles a little. "Alright, let's set it up, then," he says, getting to his feet.

A lot of the Phantoms have to clear some space for the others to have room, but luckily, they don't mind. Bro goes to sit on the wall of the boat, watching with a smile.

Jackie pins the ripped tunic to the wall of the cabin with some arrowheads, providing a target. Half of the deck is thus converted into a shooting range, while the other half is for everything else.

"Alright, Henrik, did you want to help with the knife lessons?" Jackie asks.

"Yes, sure." Henrik nods.

Bro blinks and smiles, “Oh Henrik’s gonna help this time? Nice!”

"Hah, yes, my weapon of choice is usually a smaller dagger." Henrik reaches down to his belt and pulls a dagger out of the sheath. "I am not often out in the front, being a doctor. So this is for just in case people get close."

There's also those potions you've been using lately, Jameson says. Those are very helpful. Did you see him throwing those yesterday?

"They are, are they?" Henrik grins. "I did run through almost all of my supply yesterday, but I can brew them easy enough, I just need more of the special bottles."

Meanwhile, Chase is fiddling with the crossbow, looking it over. "Why does this seem so complicated, and yet, so simple?"

Henny looks down at Chase’s crossbow and tilts his head. “That does look complicated…”

Dr. J tests the strength of the string on his shortbow.

"It looks like I just have to pull this, ah... I don't know what to call it, this... lever?" Chase indicates a trigger on the crossbow. "While I figure this out, let me give you two advice. The string will take effort to pull back, but if you can't move it at all it's too tight. You'll want to hold the bow with the opposite hand of your dominant eye."

Henny perks up hearing about the potions and jumps over to Henrik, “oh!! I was wondering what those were!! Are they magic??! They are so fascinating!”

“Oh well… we lost Henrik-“ Dr. J laughs.

Henrik starts a bit at Henny appearing, but then laughs. "Yes, they are magic. This land has many plants with magical and medicinal properties--is why I came here to be a doctor so many years ago. But the unmixed potions are a practice from my home." He looks around, then reaches into one of the grates on the floor and pulls out a round bottle. A glass wall divides two different liquids inside, one a bright pink, one a pale yellow. "When you pour out the bottle or smash it, the liquids inside mix and form new effects! This one will cause a bright light."

Henny’s eyes sparkle in fascination. “Woahhh!! That is amazing!! And you not need to be magic yourself to use such things?!”

“I mean- even back home not everyone needs to be magic to use magic, Henny.” Jackieboy grins, “My family really liked witchcraft growing up. Was a fun Irish tradition my mam kept going with us- even if me and my siblings don’t really practice. At least the… religious stuff.” He laughs, “Oops Off topic but! Nature based magic? That’s always been open for anyone to learn-“

“Oooh really? Is that similar to what you use here, other me?” Henny asks.

"Witchcraft is what it's called here too, yes," Henrik says, looking back and forth between Henny and Jackieboy. "And anyone can use it, learning to brew the right potions or craft the right talismans."

Then Henny pauses and looks back at Jackieboy. “you never really talk about knowing magic things Jackie!”

Jackie’s easy expression falls for a second and he looks away. “…it’s… kinda a… sensitive subject… cuz it… deals with.. you know.”

Henny’s eyebrows furrow and then his eyes widen. “oh right! Yes I.. I am sorry Jackie-“

“It’s okay, hen, I brought it up!” Jackie laughs.

"What happened?" Jackie asks, picking up on Jackieboy's 'sensitive subject.'

"Jackie, please," Henrik says, having also picked up on that and deliberately ignored it.

"What? I can't help but be curious, since he's... me in a way. My family was never that into witchcraft, other than the handful of talismans to help protect from wild animals."

"He just said it was sensitive."

"He doesn't have to answer." Jackie looks a bit ashamed. "But, um... sorry."

Jackieboy’s face falls again. But he tries to laugh, “no I… I get it. I would have asked too… I just…” He holds his arm and sighs quietly. “…I don’t want you guys to think… differently of me. But I… I knew… Magnificent… when we were kids. He was… my best friend. I’m the one who taught him about witchcraft… opened him up to studying other magic outside what his family knew. I… really loved teaching him. But now…it just reminds me that…” He purses his lips, trying to school his expression.

The others' expressions fall.

Henrik gives Jackie a glare, who just looks apologetic. "My apologies... for asking," Jackie says awkwardly.

Marvin glances away. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't think it was your fault," he says slowly. "Jackie and I have had arguments as well--in fact, we had quite a big fight almost two years ago--and I still never would have done something like--not to make it a-about me, that's not my intention, I just--I simply mean that Magnificent might be the same regardless of your actions."

I'm not sure that helps, Marvin, Jameson says.

"I'm... sorry if it doesn't. I just... want to say he shouldn't blame himself."

Jackie looks up and smiles at Marvin, “No actually that… that helps, Marv... But… I don’t blame myself. It… took a while to come to terms with.. all this. I.. honestly thought he was dead. But… I know now. That he chose to do all this.., I was there for him as much as I could be. …we all make our choices.” His expression darkens.

"W-we should continue with the lesson," Henrik says, quickly changing the subject.

Jackieboy shakes out his head. “uh… yeah. Now you know! So… violence?”

Jackie laughs. "Violence. Yes."

Henrik nods. "The first step with any knife is getting comfortable holding it. For some reason, people are more wary around them than they are swords." He flips his own dagger in his hand, holding it a different way. "When I was learning, I had to spend a few days carrying it around with me, so I would be cautious but not overly nervous. But I will not make you do that, sicne you may not be in this world for long. Just keep in mind that you want to hold it tight, but not in a death grip." And you rarely want to hold it with your thumb at the bottom, Jameson adds That's only really helpful if you want to stab like this. He makes a stabbing motion that reminds the Swaps of the stereotypical horror-movie-killer stab. And it's rare that you'll do that.

“Oh really?” Jackieboy says, already holding his knife like Jameson suggested not to. He studies Henrik then changes his grip, slicing at the air a bit to see how it feels. “huh- neat!”

Meanwhile, JJ goes to follow Chase’s advice, testing his eyes. He puts his bow into the left hand and tries to see how well he can pull the string.

"Looks like you're doing well," Chase says to Dr. J. "Now put your guard on your left arm so the bow string doesn't snap against your skin. Then move your feet like this." He turns sideways. "Your left foot should be in front." He looks at his crossbow and tries aiming it. He pulls the trigger--and nothing happens. Confused, he looks it over.

Dr. J follows the instructions with a concentrated expression. He shifts his foot and puts the guard on. He holds out the bow and string and smiles. “Oh… that kinda makes you feel powerful doesn’t it?” He chuckles. He looks back at Chase and relaxes his stance. He hides a laugh, “Having difficulty?”

"Yes, but I can figure it out." Chase turns the crossbow over in his hands. He tries moving various parts--and finds a little lever on the back. "Oh, this was keeping it from firing, I think." He laughs a little and looks back at JJ. "It does, sometimes. I imagine it's more so for longbows. Those can be up to this tall." He holds a hand out just below shoulder-height. "Oh! When you nock the arrow, be sure that one of the three vanes--those are the feathery bits--points outward."

Dr. J chuckles at Chase’s discovery. “Ah that’s probably a safety so it won’t shoot when you’re not ready.” He takes out an arrow and studies the end before nocking the arrow. He pulls back and tries to aim for the makeshift target.

"A 'sayf-dee,'" Chase repeats. He looks at Dr. J as he aims. "Make sure your bow is lifted all the way. New learners tend to let them droop. Keep both your eyes open to aim. And loose whenever you're ready."

Dr. J opens both his eyes after keeping one shut. He nods and follows all his advice then fires his first shot.

Dr. J's arrow hits near the center of the royal crest. Chase's eyes widen and he laughs. "Nice! You're either extremely lucky or you really have a knack for this."

“I’ll go with extremely lucky.” Dr. J laughs.

Chase looks over at Henny. "Hey! Did you want to join as well?" As he waits for Henny's answer, he takes aim with his crossbow and pulls the trigger. The bolt hits the crest, closer to the edge than the center. "Hmm. This is strange."

Henny blinks as he’s called and calls back. “Oh! Yes! Coming!” He then turns back towards Henrik and grins. “I’d love to see how you make your potions later then, other me! I think it could be useful to learn!” Then he rushes off to join the archery lesson.

Back at the knife lesson, "Pay attention to if your blade has one side or two," Henrik says. "If it is one-sided, rest the thumb on the side that is not sharp. If it is two-sided, like this dagger, hold it securely with all fingers and your thumb on top." He demonstrates.

Jackieboy squints at his dagger. It seems… two-sided- so he tries to mimic hold Henrik is holding his. “like this?”

Henrik nods. "Very good. Now, we should start with defense. Jameson, you learned this more recently, so if there is anything you remember feel free to jump in. Defense with a knife is difficult compared to a sword, due to the lack of reach. You should put more force into it than you expect to make up for that lack."

Jackieboy nods, testing his grip and swinging the dagger around. He grins, “I can see why Alt likes these kinda things though- s’like a surprise no one anticipating! But yeah- more force… got it!”

Meanwhile, Dr. J helps Chase to instruct Henny on how to get set up. He seems to be more left eye dominant so he holds his bow in his right hand and puts the guard there. JJ helps him get into stance and Henny starts to close his eye before JJ warns him not to. He giggles then takes aim too, letting his arrow fly.

Henrik's arrow hits even closer to the center. Chase blinks in surprise and laughs. "Are you sure you two haven't done this before?

Henny blushes and waves one of his hands, “I swear I have not! I do not know how I did it!”

“Maybe it’s a natural talent you didn’t know you had, Henrik,” Dr. J says kindly, patting his shoulder. “it really wasn’t something you could have learned.”

“Alright, alright. Shoot another, we'll see if it's really luck." Chase says.

Henny smiles shyly.

Meanwhile at the knife lesson, I could help with a demonstration, if you need it, Jameson offers.

Jackie blinks then smiles, “Only if you wanna man! Anything would help probably.”

Bro watches with a smile, leaning his head on his hand. He wonders if the Phantom managed to keep the sword the king gave him- technically now it’s stolen.

"I think it would help, too," Henrik says. "Jameson? Let's go slow." Jameson nods, taking a knife from his belt. This one is one-sided compared to the two-sided daggers. He steps over to Henrik and slowly mimes a slashing attack. Henrik demonstrates how to deflect. "If it is a knife attacking you, aim for the base," Henrik says. "In a fight, it's better to overcorrect and hit the attacker's hand than to undercorrect and only push away the tip a bit. If it is a sword, you will have less problem aiming for the bigger blade. And it is there that you will want to use the most force, since the bigger blade will naturally have more strength behind it."

Jackie tries his best to absorb the information, nodding slowly. “Okay yeah- makes sense. You wanna disarm another guy with a blade cuz then you’d have the advantage but with a sword you just wanna sure you don’t get like- chopped.”

Back at the arrow lesson, the swaps try to shoot again, Henny first then JJ.

This time, neither of them hit the makeshift target. Henny's arrow gets embedded in the wood farther to the left, while JJ's doesn't even do that, instead bouncing off the surface.

"Well, I would've been embarrassed if you were both better than me right away," Chase chuckles.

Henny and Dr. J laugh, Henny a bit more embarrassed but JJ seems to be taking this all in stride.

"Here, let me..." Chase raises the crossbow, aims, and fires. The bolt hits the dead center of the crest. He blinks, clearly surprised. "Oh! Well, I suppose we all have beginner's luck, hah."

“Ah you’ve been doing this much longer, Chase! I think that bullseye was well deserved.” Henny says brightly.

He looks back at the two of them. "I think you were both a little looser with your stance and aim the second time. You can't get too confident."

Henny takes Chase’s advice and stands up straighter as he pulls the bow again. Maybe- bordering on too straight. Dr. J tries to take it a bit easier while still following Chase’s instruction.

"Don't break your spine, Henny," Chase grins. "Being too stiff is just as bad as being too loose. JJ, you look good. Try not to recoil from the snap of the string when you loose the arrow."

Henny blinks and then tries to relax and Dr. J nods with a smile. They both fire again. Henny’s posture correction helped him to hit close to the center again, if a bit off from the first time. But definitely an improvement from the time before.

Dr. J’s gets stuck in the wood before the fabric. He chuckles. “Maybe i should try to learn about those potions! I’m not sure weapons are my strong suit.”

Chase laughs. "We can always do that later! I'm curious about Henrik's potions myself. For now, practice makes perfect."

"You're all doing great!" Marvin says encouragingly. Thank you, Marvin, Jameson says.

“Yes, Juwel! You are always telling me the same are you not?” Henny smirks, nudging Dr. J slightly with his elbow. Dr. J flushes a bit but still laughs, “Touché. Alright, let’s keep practicing then.”

"And I'll do some practicing of my own." Chase loads another bolt into the crossbow. "Ask me for any help you need."

"If you want, I can help demonstrate, too," Jackie says back at the other lesson. "Or, if you want, Bro, you can. We still have that sword you had earlier."

Bro blinks and points at himself. “Oh? I mean- yeah I could I’m just- still nowhere good enough to teach anything yet.” He grins timidly.

"Ha. Well, I mean, it could also be practice for you, for defending from knives," Jackie says. "While Jackieboy keeps from being 'chopped,' you keep from being 'shanked.'"

Bro bursts out laughing then shakes his head, jumping off the boat’s wall to his feet, “Alright- I guess I’m game then!”

"Great!" Jackie grins. "We put your sword in the hold, so I'll go get that real quick. You guys keep practicing while I do that."

Henrik nods as he walks off. "Alright, Jackieboy, I'll show you some basic moves, then."

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As much as the King would have loved to sleep more, they had a lot of ground to cover. And Alt needed sleep to function; his body was the same as ever even if his mind was ensorcelled. So the King relieved him of guard in the middle of the night. And now, with morning dawn, he nudges him awake with the toe of his boot. "Wake up, á klaíoh," he says.

Alt very quietly groans before he registers who’s speaking and his eyes fly open. He glitches to his feet and nods his head to the king, bowing slightly. There’s a faint tremble to his hands and the bags under his eyes seem deep. But overall he seems fine as far as the King can tell. The spell is still strong.

And then the King glances to where Magnificent is sleeping. "And you too, Magnificent, dear."

Magnificent stretches very cat-like and swats at the air, “Yeah yeah m’wakin’ up…” He slurs as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

The King chuckles lightly. He goes over to the horses, which were tied to a tree branch during the night. After rummaging through the saddlebags, he tosses some provisions to Alt. "Eat. Quickly. Then go scout around the area."

“Yes, mu Ríth.” Alt responds, grabbing the food and scarfing it down quickly.

Aneirin double-checks that his gold circlet is still where he left it on his belt. It is. Good.

Soon enough, Alt is glitching to his feet and goes to scout around while the King and Mag prepare.

"We'll be passing through some farmlands on the way west," Aneirin says to Mag. "Can't be avoided if we want to take the shortest route. Will you have any problems with that?"

Magnificent teleports to his feet and stretches more before looking at the King, tilting his head. “Why would I have an issue passing through farmland? If it’s the quickest then that’s where we should go.”

"I didn't wish to assume," Aneirin says. "Perhaps you don't like being seen. But to be honest, a trip through the farmland could be ideal for gathering food. We can scavenge through most of the kingdom, but it is unwise to trust the plant life in the Wyldwood. It may cause undo side effects. The first time I was there, my... companion... unwisely ate a strange fruit and I had to waste a day taking care of him while the effects wore off." He purses his lips, frowning at the memory.

“Well yeah that sounds like it’s good to avoid.” Magnificent says flippantly, brushing himself off. “I don’t mind being seen- and you do whatever you need to keep the brat and your body running.”

"Ha. Indeed I will." The King grins and then takes some provisions for himself to eat. "Hmm... if any of the peasants see us, I'll have to modify their memories so rumors don't spread. Luckily I can do that without expending any of my power. So in just a couple days we'll be able to take a shortcut, barring any unforeseen circumstances..." He's more speaking to himself than anyone else.

Magnificent nods, leaning back against the tree he was resting near, “Alright yeah- guess the King traveling towards this big forest thing would cause quite the rumors?”

"Oh, definitely. It's rare to see a member of the royal family out in the country." He chuckles, and waits for Alt to return from the scouting.

“Ahhh yeah. Figures.” Mag chuckles along with him.

Soon enough, Alt glitches back and stands at attention towards the King and Mag, “The area is secure, mu Ríth. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

"Excellent. We'll move on, then." The King heads back over to the horses and mounts his. "Keep a lookout as we go. Alert us if there is anything strange before acting." Like that bird yesterday. That was strange. He pauses for a moment, wondering if there was anything... magical about it. But he can't think of what it could be.

Alt nods, “Of course, mu Ríth.”

Magnificent stretches again the teleports onto his horse, calming it down and then settling in.

Alt hesitates, not really wanting to get on the horses again but not really wanting to walk the whole way either… but maybe he’d be able to scout better on the ground.

Aneirin notices Alt hesitating. "What's the problem?" He raises an eyebrow. "Surely there isn't one."

Alt straightens up and shakes his head, “um n-no your highness, a-apologizes.” He glitches onto the horse with Mag and tries his best to hide his discomfort.

Aneirin chuckles. "On we'll go, then." He snaps the reins and the horses start off.

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The whole day passes on the river. As the boat goes, the river gets wider and wider, and yet also shallower and shallower. More trees appear, taller ones with large roots and drooping branches. Henrik and the other doctor on board pass around a couple jars of paste that smells like bug spray. Until, near the end of the day, the boat pulls to the side of the river. There's a small wooden building there with a dock, and docked there is another boat, one that's wider and shallower than the last one, without a cabin. Vsevna disembarks and starts talking to a pair of women who come out of the building.

The guys are hanging out on the surface of the deck, waiting for the go-ahead to start shifting the stored supplies to the other boat.

Henny watches from the edge of the boat, studying the landscape. “ohh I see now why we need to change boats! These waters are very different.”

“And full of bugs-“ Jackieboy mutters, swatting at one of his arms. “I need more of that paste stuff, Jesus.”

"Here, there is some left, but do not take it all," Henrik says, handing the jar he has to Jackieboy.

Jackieboy smiles gratefully and takes some more before giving it back. “Thanks Doc!”

Dr. J looks to fantasy boys, “How far to the wlydwoods from here?”

"From here, it's due south to the coast," Chase says. "Where we'll meet up with a larger ship and sail west for two days until we reach the Cliffs of Feall. And that's not too far from the Wyldwood at all. Only a couple hours walk, really." He glances at the others. "I still can't believe you set up camp there."

"Cliffs are defensible," Marvin says simply. "We could technically continue going west through the Moors, they spread more west to east than north to south. But this time of year the bugs are especially active, so I doubt anyone wants to spend a lot of time in here."

"We have medicine for marsh fever if it comes up," Henrik adds. "Though symptoms do not usually appear until a week afterwards. I hope you have medicine for it back home if you catch it."

Last time Bro and Alt did make passing mention of a lot of medicine, so I think they'll be fine, Jameson says. Don't worry them.

Dr. J nods, “Reasonable… and yes I’m sure if we were unlucky enough to catch something here we’d be okay, granted we got treated quickly once we’re back home.”

“Two days…” Henny says in a small voice, “I understand why…I am used to longer travels… I am just worried for Alt…”

I know we only spent a few days with Alt, but we could tell that he's very... hardy, Jameson says. And I doubt the King or Magnificent would hurt him. It's not ideal, but we're moving as fast as we can. We'll be sure to beat them for what they've done.

Henny still looks worried as he adjusts his jacket. “…I know… but even if Magnificent does not… intentionally hurt him… he does not know what being human is anymore… I remember how tough I was pushed when-“ He then slaps his hands over his mouth, eyes wide for a second. Then he sighs and lowers his hand, looking away. No use hiding this- “…when I was used by him… I just… I want him to be okay…” He blinks tears out of his eyes and tries to keep them back. “but I know he will most likely not be… and it hurts my heart.”

Dr. J pats Henny’s shoulder lightly. “…we can’t change how this is playing out, my friend. We can only do what we can…”

Jameson's eyes widen slightly. He starts to reach out, then hesitates and pulls back, pursing his lips. Well, it's not just Magnificent, he says. The King is... not kind, but he likes to keep people functional. And he probably understands better what it's like to be human. Even if he is just a spirit. He hesitates. I'm... sorry that happened to you. Nobody should be used.

Marvin glances over at Jameson, concern flickering on his face. Jameson notices this and gives him a reassuring smile.

Henny’s eyes widen listening to Jameson. Then he smiles knowingly and nods, “Thank you, my friend.”

Despite the others having gathered together Bro has taken one of the bows and is practicing taking aim at the Royal crest, eye narrowed as he sits on the ledge of one of the ships railings, up higher than the others. He’s a pretty decent shot if not just a bit rusty. And he’s being careful that no one is near while he shoots.

Jackie looks back at him. "You know we'll have to get off the boat soon," he reminds him.

Bro grips the bow tighter and calls back, “I know- I’m just passing the time.” But really- he’s letting out his frustration and pent up anger about this whole thing. “It was either this or use my Jackie as target practice-“

“Hey!”

“Well I’m not am I? Cool your jets-“ Bro mutters, letting the arrow fly. The arrow just barely nicks the edge of the center circle and Bro tsks under his breath.

“Still Chase… we should be getting ready to go to the next boat…” Dr. J warns gently. He recognizes that look in his eyes…

“I hear ya!” Bro says as he jumps down from where he was perched to go grab the arrow and the tunic.

Marvin blinks. "Cool your... 'dyets'?" he repeats under his breath. "That sounds like a Lodkan word."

"It's not," Henrik comments.

Jackieboy giggles, “‘Jets’- it’s like a… high powered thing. We use it on air- …flying ships. And they can get hot so- ‘cool your jets’.”

Marvin nods and turns back to Jackieboy. "Flying ships... that sounds very interesting."

Jackieboy laughs, “Yeah they’re pretty cool. Make traveling a lot faster in our world!”

“Lodkan?” Dr. J can’t help but ask, “Is that another country nearby?”

Henrik clears his throat. "Lodkan is the language of Leylodka, a nation to the north. The largest of the five nations that are farthest north in the world, actually. Vsevna is from Leylodka. And many of his crew are also from the far north. Those nations are well known for their shipfaring in this sea."

Dr. J looks fascinated, “Oh I see… that explains their differing accents for sure. How interesting!”

As if queued by the mention of his home language, Vsevna whistles for attention. He waves at those on deck.

"That's our cue to start moving things," Jackie says. Other Phantoms who caught the cue are already heading down into the hold.

"You're improving a lot," Chase compliments his other version.

Bro glances at Chase and tries to give him a smile, but it falls short. He takes out the arrow with force and takes off the tunic as he mutters. “Maybe I’d aim better if I pictured Mag…” he mutters.

He perks up as he hears Vsenva’s whistle and he sighs, moving to deposit the things on the deck for now. “I should help with the heavy things-“ he comments before heading down to the hold to help.

“Ughh how is Bro not sore? Even with just using a dagger my arm is killing me… I dunno if I can lift a lot.” Jackie moans.

“He is a superhero, Jackie.” Henny giggles.

“Yeah yeah-“

Jackie watches Bro go. Then looks back at Jackieboy. "Yea, don't worry about it. He has his magic and the rest of us have used weapons for a couple years at least."

Except for me, Jameson admits. So I understand, other Jackie.

Jackie laughs a little. "I'll go down to help now, too." And he does.

Jackieboy massages his arm and chuckles, “Bloody cheaters, the lot of you! Only me and my boys and Jameson are legit it seems!” He jokes, lightly nudging Jameson with a smirk.

Dr. J laughs and shakes his head, “I’d like to help… but I’m afraid my arms feel like jelly-“

“Hey, experience is not cheating,” Chase says. “In fact I would argue it’s just the opposite.”

“Yes, magic is cheating,” Henrik says.

“Hey!” Marvin gasps, mock-offended.

The others laugh.

Jackieboy giggles with the others, “Nah man I’m just havin’ a laugh- it helps distract me from the arm pain!”

“Don’t worry about helping if you feel you can’t, JJ,” Chase says. “It just means you get to claim a spot on the boat first. This one has benches built-in.” He grins.

Henny laughs too, hiding his mouth behind his hand. Dr. J looks a bit relieved as he chuckles, “Oh that would be brilliant actually!”

Chase laughs. “Well what are you waiting for then? The rest of us are going to get pulled into helping, but no one would stop our guests.”

“It is getting late, so tomorrow I could show you our potions and medicines, if you like,” Henrik says.

Henny nods excitedly at this, “Oh yes! I would very much like that other me!!”

Dr. J chuckles and nods, “Yes, that sounds lovely as well, Henrik.”

Jackieboy grins, “Well then gents? To the new boat!” He parkours over the side, making sure he’s landing somewhere safe before heading over.

JJ rolls his eyes, “What a show boat. Come along, Henrik- we can use the ramp like civilized guests.”

Henny giggles and they too head off to the other boat.

Bro flies out of that hold with a heavy load but doesn’t look deterred at all. He touches down to the dock and grins at the others. “…I have no idea what any of this is but! Putting it on the new boat should do it right?”

Jackie follows Bro on foot. “I’ll still never get used to that,” he mutters, indicating Bro’s flight.

The others all join the guys on the dock eventually. “Those are for the food,” Marvin says, indicating what Bro was carrying. “We also have medicine, ingredients and supplies for making medicine, spare clothes, weapons, the tents, random stuff—you’d be surprised.”

“See? Cheating.” Chase gestures at how Marvin is using magic to make the tents he’s carrying levitate.

Bro blinks and then giggles, “Yup that’s me! Big ol’ cheater~” He does not even seem remotely sorry. “Are we putting these in a separate hold or-“ He asks the others.

"The hold is these flat boats are very small," Henrik says. "Here, let me show you." He walks onto the boat and pulls open a trapdoor in the center. The space beneath is barely big enough to crouch in. "So we can only put things here that we are sure we won't need. Everything else will be strapped down on top."

"There's surprisingly a lot that we won't need," Jackie adds. He gives guiding gestures to Marvin and the others with the tents, and they put them into the small hold. "Pretty much only weapons and food are going to be up top."

"And of course, if you want to learn about my potions, the materials for that," Henrik adds.

The other boat was already crowded, but this is going to be much more, Jameson says.

"Yea, don't worry about sitting down on deck, everyone's gonna be doing that," Jackie says.

Bro follows after the others and nods to all their info. “Well guess it’s good we’ll be on another boat soon then-“ He comments putting his pile of stuff down on the deck of the new boat.

"Yes, by this time tomorrow we'll have reached the ocean," Marvin says. He makes a face at that. "Oh joy."

"Marvin, this time I insist you take a nausea tonic," Henrik says. He looks at the swaps. "And any of you who need it."

Dr. J timidly raises his hand, “I will need one for sure-“

Henrik chuckles. "Will be no problem, JJ. I packed plenty. Thank the Sisters that you are not stubborn like this one." He pats Marvin's shoulder.

Marvin makes a face at him, then turns to Dr. J. "Well, we won't have to worry in the Moors. It's all very still water here. There's not even much wind. See? There's not even a sail on the boat."

Dr. J studies this with even more fascination. “Oh I see! Either there must be a stronger current here or it just doesn’t get enough wind… or perhaps both.” He chuckles.

“Marvin being stubborn must be a multiversal thing-“ Jackieboy mutters to himself.

"Not enough wind," Marvin says. "The trees tend to block a lot out. And I heard that."

Jackieboy flushes and waves his hands, “Wait no I didn’t-“

Jackie laughs. "You're too right, Jackieboy."

"You are not much better," Henrik mutters.

"Neither are you!"

"Okay, we get it, the three of you are stubborn bastards," Chase says, chuckling.

All three of them make sounds of protest, specifics getting lost in their overlapping voices.

Bro laughs, shaking his head, “I think most of us are stubborn. I know Alt is like 1000% stubborn.”

“Chase you are too- it’s definitely a Brody trait from what I’ve seen.” Dr. J smirks.

Bro shrugs, “Yeah that’s fair.”

“But he’s nowhere as bad as Alt-“ Jackieboy adds. The

others all nod in agreement.

Jackie grins. "From what I remember of Alt? Yea, that's accurate."

With all of the Phantoms helping, it's not long before everything that needs to be stored is stored. It takes a bit longer to tie down the things in the center, but soon they have a pile, with everyone's bedrolls around the edges so that they can be easily grabbed when night time comes. There are no hammocks below deck like the last time. Seems everyone would be having a night under the stars.

Bro backs up from helping everyone tie stuff down and wipes sweat off his brow. He goes to sit in front of his friends on the deck. Jackieboy pats him on the shoulder and Bro smiles back at him tiredly. Henny looks over the edge, studying the water. Bro makes himself comfortable with a sigh.

As soon as everyone's on board, one of the Phantoms pushes away from the shore using a long pole. The boat drifts out onto the water. There is no wheel for steering here, just a lever at the back that connects to a rudder. The rudder and poles are the ways to steer here.

The boat continues down the water, the trees getting taller and wider. The sound of frogs fills the evening air, so many that it sounds more like ringing than any animal sound. The sun begins to set, and small specks of yellow light start flying through the air.

As the specks of yellow appear, Henny shoots to his feet and tries to get a closer look. "Oh mein gott!! What are these???"

Dr. J watches with quiet awe, a soft smile on his face. "...they're... fireflies...! Oh my... I’ve never gotten to see them in person..."

Marvin laughs. "Yes, fireflies! They exist in your world, too?"

"Oh yeah- we only got glowworms back home-" Jackieboy chuckles as he looks, "Not nearly as impressive! These are... wow-"

Bro looks up at the fireflies and smiles. They were beautiful... but it also just makes him miss Alt. He would have loved to see this...

"Sounds like they exist, but they've never seen them," Chase says absentmindedly. "Well... I haven't, either, to be honest." He and Jameson are just as enamored with the glowing bugs as the swaps.

"They exist in America," Bro says quietly, a far off look in his eyes, "... I remember seeing them sometimes... before I moved to the UK."

"Here, watch this." Marvin holds out a hand. After a moment, one of the fireflies lands on his finger. "They just do that. Even with the repellant. It's so, um... 'cool.' It's sooooo 'cool.'" He chuckles.

Henny looks so excited and eagerly holds out his hand for some fireflies to land on- but he's too excited. "come here little friends!!"

"In the Wyldwood there are blue fireflies. But they're not as friendly. Not unfriendly, either, they just won't land like this." Marvin says.

Will they land on us while we sleep? Jameson asks.

"Yes, but they're harmless."

Jackieboy groans, "Man I'mma light sleeper- Imma feel these fuckers all night!"

Might want to use a blanket, then, Jameson says to Jackieboy. Cover your head.

Jackieboy chuckles, "Solid idea!"

"Oh blue? How interesting... I wonder if that's magic or like... just different species of bug," Dr. J muses thoughtfully.

"They seemed magic to me." Marvin shrugs. Then he looks at what Henny is doing and smiles. "You have to be a bit slower, Henny. It's very 'cool' but they get scared easily."

Henny looks to Marvin and then nods, trying to hold his hand steady. Finally, one lands and Henny squeals quietly. "J-Juwel! Juwel look!" He whispers in barely contained glee.

Dr. J laughs, "Good show, Henrik!"

"Ah, so you are also a mover, then, Bro?" Henrik says. "From... where was it? Umaerikah? To the Ookay?" He chuckles. "These sound like such strange names, but I suppose it's a matter of perspective. It can be very strange to move somewhere else."

Bro blinks at Henrik and then laughs, "Oh uh... U-K, stands for United Kingdom... or Britain. It's where all of us live now. But, I was born in another bigger nation across the sea, its also called the United States. Goes back and forth." He looks back up at the sky and the fireflies and sighs, ".... I try not to think about America much... I've lived the UK for much longer now. It's home more than anywhere in America." He looks back to Henrik, "What about you Schneep? Do you miss your old country?"

Henrik blinks, thinking about it. "Sometimes," he says slowly. "Alterde was a beautiful place, in both nature and the cities. Many artists live there. My memories tell me that it was cleaner, as well, but I cannot be sure of that. But..." He shakes his head. "Some things about it were not so good. They were not as accepting of people with other preferences, or of people with what they called mind sicknesses. Which was not good for me on either count." He chuckles. It quickly fades. "And like you, I have lived here for much longer. Jackie and Marvin were my first real friends. I cannot imagine going back and leaving them behind. Or... without finishing our business here with the King."

Bro smiles at him and nods, "Yeah... I get that... sometimes... it's nice to remember the nice moments... but then you remember why you left and what you have now and.... it almost feels silly to miss it, huh?" He laughs quietly, shrugging. "That's how I feel at least. ... there's nothing back in America for me and Alt so... we're never going back there. We got all the family we need here." He looks back to his friends and smiles a bit more warmly. Especially as he sees the firefly Henny caught going to land on Dr. J's face, causing Henny and Jackieboy to erupt into giggles.

Henrik nods. "Yes... I understand what you mean." He looks at the rest of the guys, at Marvin and Jackie laughing as Draco tries to bat at the fireflies, at Chase and Jameson trying to get the glowing bugs to land on their fingers. "It is getting dark. We should get some rest, yes?"

Bro sighs and leans back on his arms, "Yeahhh... probably."

Jackieboy suddenly lets out a loud screech- one of the fireflies landed on his arm when he wasn't paying attention- and all the swaps fall over themselves in laughter while Jackie's face turns bright red. He grumbles and stomps over to find his bedroll, muttering about "Shining lil bastards-"

The fantasy boys all giggle in unison. "Good night, everyone," Henrik says, and walks over to grab his bedroll.

We'll see you all in the morning, Jameson says.

"And all through the night, since there's not much cover," Jackie adds.

After everyone grabs their bedrolls and spread it out, they all huddle up to go to bed.

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Aneirin scowls at the sky. Even with the horses, they're not making much progress before nightfall. His power is still recharging for a big jump. "What say you about going a bit through the night?" he asks Magnificent.

Magnificent blearily looks up from where he's resting against his horse's neck and waves his hand, yawning loudly. "Yeah yeah- whatever you think is best~"

Alt frowns, "... can the horses navigate at night...?" He asks quietly.

Aneirin tilts his head, considering that question. "Not as well as they can in the daylight..." He pauses for a moment, then shakes his head. "You're right, á klaíoh. Thank you." It's important to make them feel like they're appreciated. If they have positive feelings associated with you instead of only negative ones they're less likely to shake out of it. He pulls the horses to a halt. "For the night, then."

Alt blinks in surprise and then flushes slightly- not used to the praise. "Oh... uh... y-you're welcome, mu Ríth."

Mag glances between them and snorts before hoping off the horse. "Well don't just stand there and gawk, kitten. Start getting us some firewood then."

Alt straightens up and nods, glitching off into quickly darkening surroundings.

The King gets off his horse as well, surveying the area. This is mostly fields, but it's impossible to keep a field completely clear of whatever plants will grow, so there are a handful of thin trees. He ties the horses to the nearest one.

"It's important to thank them sometimes," he says idly to Magnificent. "Give them praises. They'll want to leave less. But I'm sure you know that already. You've probably been doing this longer than I have."

Magnificent waves the King off, "Yes yes- I'll make sure he know he's the 'best kitty everrr'~ when he gets back." He says sarcastically. He sits down and then contemplates this further. "Huh... i guess I don't.... really do that. I just- pump them full of my influence so they'll wanna stay. Like... getting them addicted to a drug. Hm...."

Aneirin raises an eyebrow. "Really? Well, I suppose if it works, it works." If it works. He knows from peering into Magnificent's mind last time that it doesn't always. "Perhaps I just look at it that way because Aodhan was taught from a young age to use his enchantment skills only to help."

"Mmm perhaps," Magnificent muses as he laughs, "Ha! Imagine having such a power and using it to help others! Ridiculous... this kind of power was only ever made to aid men like us. don't you agree, Aneirin dear?"

"Ha! Indeed." The King laughs. "I got more kingly duties done in a week than he got in a whole year. It's so easy when you can make sure everyone agrees with you. Keeping such tight control is what enchantment is for."

Magnificent grins, "Exactly~!" He hums in amusement and then looks out at the fields around them. "..though... mayhaps I'll give the praise a shot..."

Soon enough, Alt glitches back with as much wood as he can find and places it in front of the King and Mag. He steps back respectfully, about to go sit out of the way when Magnificent stops him and holds up a hand. "Wait a minute Alt... you've done so good for us lately, kitten. Why don't you come rest over here?"

Alt blinks at Magnificent and looks confused. But slowly he nods and glitches over to sit next to Magnificent and sits awkwardly, arms stiff and in his lap.

Magnificent rolls his eyes and then pulls Alt to lay down on the ground next to his leg. "I said to rest, Alt."

"S-Sorry, my liege," Alt mutters out, awkwardly curling up.

The mad magician pauses as he studies his former apprentice. He reaches out- and then gently starts to pet back Alt's hair.

Alt stiffens at first- but then purple magic blooms in his eyes in a quick spiral before he shuts his eyes and melts into the touch, practically purring.

Aneirin watches this with a mix of curiosity and fascination. He wants to make some comment about how Magnificent must really like cats to act this way, but something tells him this won't go over so well. So he simply gets busy setting the fire up, something he can do without even thinking. He lights it with a spark of lightning, directed down his seax to the wood. Then he sits.

Magnificent blinks in surprise, then grins, doing a bit more and washing more of his magic over him. Might as well keep the magic strong right? "Yes... that's a good kitty... rest... and let all those pesky thoughts fade away... let yourself be well rested for tomorrow. We such great need of you... and you're doing so good for us~"

Alt slumps against the ground and actually makes a purr like sound. He watches the now started fire, entranced and totally relaxed. Magnificent giggles and leans back, pleased with how that went.

"Never one for that," Aneirin mutters, glancing at Magnificent and Alt. He's not really talking to anyone else. More to himself, reflecting on how intimacy of any sort never really appealed to him. It was no great loss to lose the sense of touch for so long. But... did it make him seem less human to others? Maybe if he pretended, less people would be inclined to see him as a figure to rebel against.

Mag looks to Aneirin and shrugs, "I'm not usually one for it either- when it comes to humans at least. Cats however..." He chuckles. "This must be leftover conditioning from another spell I've done on our lovely knight~ not too long ago, I had him believing he was an actual animal, a pet of mine." He then sighs loudly and digs his claws into the ground with a suppressed snarl. "It was going so well until his idiotic friends came along... but, nice to know there's still a bit of Blitz in there~"

Aneirin blinks. "Ah. Yes, I can see how that would be helpful." In fact, wasn't Magnificent planning on turning him into a cat last time he visited? When he thought he'd finally gotten the King under control. Though he technically did, being able to put Aodhan under his spell, but not loosen Aneirin's control on the body. "Your panthers in the other world. The ones we are trying to reach by finding the doorway. They are something similar, then." He chuckles. "Maybe you could build up their ranks while here. Big cats are not native to the island. They will certainly take the rebels off guard. Along with the... what did you call them? Remnants, or such?"

"hmmm... my panthers are similar but very different," Magnificent hums, "My panthers are merely street cats I fit into my mold. They can change size but they aren't useful past that. Good for spying though. My vestiges however~!" He grins madly, "That was what Alt was going to become... My vestiges are carefully made~ former magicians turned into loyal pets through dark magic. All giving me magic I can't normally access!" He sighs and flips his hand. "They take months of careful conditioning to make however, and a proper ritual as well. So, I only have a few now." He smiles then looks at Aneirin with glowing eyes that shine with madness. "..however... If we leave some of the rebels alive... I could make good use of them... maybe that pathetic other-me from this world~!" He giggles.

"Marvin Tinechroí is certainly pathetic compared to you, dear Magnificent." Aneirin chuckles. "Honestly, he's not even as powerful as his sister. But he has quite a bit of magical knowledge in that head of his, so before you do, we have to be sure to get that all out, in case there's something useful. " Aneirin tilts his head. "I wonder if any magic-wielders could be transformed into a vestige. Or would it be limited to wizards...? Well, something to find out, I suppose.“

Magnificent chuckles, "I'm sure it could- though magicians are all similar in my world, even if their specific magics differ."

“I only ask that we spare Jameson Jairsolas from that fate. He has use as an oracle, and I must admit, I've gotten attached to him and the work I've done." Aneirin’s eyes flick to Alt. "Which I'm sure you understand."

Mag tilts his head at Aneirin admitting he's grown attached to Jameson. He hums and looks down at Alt, a strange feeling in his chest. "...yes... i suppose I do." He then shakes out of his thoughts and waves a hand, "Not sure a seer would make a good vestige anyways."

"I think it'd be interesting to try, but you know the process better than I do, so I'll defer to your judgement." The King shrugs. He looks up at the stars in the sky and frowns. "We waste so much time by resting," he mutters. "If you ever find a way to get around that, let me know. It'd be most helpful. But until then, we should get some sleep."

"I mean.... I don't know how compatible our power is... But i could always lend you mine." He shrugs, "I don't need much to keep the spell on Alt and all the magic around us keeps me sustained. We could try it in the morning, perhaps?" He pouts, "Because unfortunately sleeping is the one thing I have to do..."

Alt has already fallen asleep in front of Mag, breathing softly.

Aneirin raises an eyebrow. "I didn't realize you could lend power as well as steal it. Though... I suppose it makes sense." He nods. "So we'll sleep, then. And if any farmspeople find us in the night, we make them forget." He stretches and lies down on the grass, staring up at the moon. "Good night, then."

Magnificent shrugs, "Eh- don't do it that often. Only for people I like~" He winks at the King then chuckles, going to curl up in the grass. "Good night."

The King smiles faintly. For once, he can't say if the smile is self-satisfaction... or genuine affection. It better not be the second. That just leads to danger. Sighing, he closes his eyes, though he doesn't sleep for a while longer.

#LLTK #long live the king #i got so busy today and yesterday i forgot to post again arghh ajhbak #but this one is a bit slower cuz they have lots of time to kill on the boats now ajhbka #but its still fun!#happy holidays to all our lovely readers!! <3

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