#just had to sit there and ponder the orb for a bit

[immortaltale]

why is this book im reading so guardiopp coded

yeah.........

[tiredmamaissy]

Ralak te Sepwan ieyk’itan: Special Episode II 

Concurrent Tides

An Illustrated Collaboration with @zestys-stuff

Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Hyperlinks are attached to specific paragraphs that when clicked on will lead you to its illustration by Ralak's creator @zestys-stuff. Most illustrations are now on her patreon.

Characters: Metkayina!Ralak (24) x Sully!Omaticaya!Reader (19) Warnings: nsfw, smut, fluff, profanity, age gap, aggressive rut cycle, heat cycle, dom/sub dynamics, jealousy/posessiveness, knotting, marking, scenting, praise kink, breeding kink, size difference, p in v, mating/bonding, multiple climaxes, creampie, ralak is a bit of a meanie in this, let me know if I forgot anything? Word Count: 10k Requested: Yes || No Author’s Note: the second special episode is finally here. sorry it took forever to get it out, but better late than never :') i hope you guys enjoy <3 theres another part to come after this one! 🤍 Synopsis: what happens if you and your new mates cycles sync? 

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“Only I knot you.”

That was the first time you’d ever seen Ralaks eyes shift in colour. That same night right after he pulled you out of his memory of his first rut. A beautiful, deep blue, glistening before your honey glazed orbs. It’s barely been a week since that night, yet it replays over and over. Day and night. How he looked at you with nothing but unadulterated greed, hardly catching his breath as he tried to steady his galloping heart. It was something deep-rooted and primal. 

Something animalistic. 

Since, you’ve longed to see him fully immersed in such a state. A state where self control and sexual desire no longer coexist. He’s always too concerned with you and what he thinks you can and cannot manage that he never allows himself to do what he truly wants. The level of restraint you feel through the bond is indescribable. A level you nor any other na’vi could conceivably attain. Regardless, most nights you find yourself fantasizing about this ‘lack of control’ right before bed. 

Nights like tonight. 

Where the stars shimmer so brightly that you need to draw the curtains, and the air is exceptionally cold and crisp that you need to huddle closely together for warmth. When your nose is buried so deep into his chest that there's no other choice for his scent to fill your lungs. And tonight he smells extraordinarily good. The salt of the sea mixed with leather hide. And oddly enough, he smells like… home. The forest and its greenery. It’s quite ironic but perhaps it’s Eywa’s way of saying that this man is truly yours. It's so comforting and right. Like a cup of hot tea on a stormy night, never failing to put you to sleep. A remedy that works in seconds — but not tonight. 

Tonight you’re restless and he can sense it. 

“What is it?” Ralak husks, shifting his position to hold you a little closer. “Cold?” 

Truthfully, you’ve been feeling a little off. Your body has been restless and haunted. As if it could sense some sort of change of shift in the atmosphere. Or perhaps it was between the two of you. “No.” You mumble, lifting your head to look up at him. “Just can’t sleep.”

Ralaks ears twitch, a little surprised his typical soothing techniques aren’t working. He sits up quite quickly, bringing you up with him as he scoots back into frame of his bed. His brows lower when he ponders about what could be keeping you so on edge. He takes note of your flushed appearance and the minute changes in your eyes, they’re glowing a little brighter recently. 

His brows jump when the realisation dawns on him. 

Could it be? He knows it’s close but is it really already affecting you? How is that possible? And does that mean it will be even more severe this time around? 

He had every intention to stay but perhaps it’ll be more difficult than he expected. He should really tell you, but he knows exactly how that would play out. You would get your way as per usual, it was hard for him to deny you of anything you wanted. A quick swish of your tail and it was yours. Ralak took pride in caring and providing for you. But not for this. This was just plain dangerous. And therefore he couldn’t allow you to figure it out. It’s ultimately safer that he keeps it to himself, at least until you’ve adjusted to him a little more. Your intimate moments together are very few in number after all. 

“Why is that, tanhì?” He asks in a low, steady tone, fixing his mask of indifference tightly to his face. 

You may be a slow learner, but you weren’t slow. You could sense that he wasn’t being all that transparent with you. 

“I don’t know. Something feels off about you.” You say in an almost accusatory tone, finally sitting up to look him in the eye. He’s pale in the face and his breath becomes raggedy. “Tell me, Ralak.” 

You watch as his pupils constrict, leaving nothing but a black dot in an open sea of blue. Within a matter of seconds, they deepen in colour and his eyelids flutter shut. He clears his throat, and waits a few seconds to open his eyes. They’re back to normal but you could’ve sworn they looked different. Just like they did a few nights ago. 

“What just happened to your—” Your heart begins to race as you utter the words, only to be cut off by Ralaks hasty voice. 

“Inland. Tomorrow morning. Overnight hunting trip.” He grinds them out as if it physically hurts to say the words. Anything to keep you from figuring it out. 

What? Is he — lying to you? 

This isn’t like him. He avoided trips inland at all costs. Anything to stay with his tanhí. He’d even go as far as faking an illness, despite rarely getting ill, to get out of accompanying Tonowari. Especially for overnight trips. 

“And why did you not tell me earlier?” You manage to squeak out a closing throat, backing away to create a little distance.

He shakes his head as he blinks rapidly, staying put to allow as much space as you need. “I was hoping I did not need to go.” He utters, dropping his head to lock his gaze on your twiddling thumbs. His eyes trail up your dark blue frame, taking note of how your body is already almost trembling —already responding to him— all out of your control. He bows his head, hiding his face. “But it seems that I cannot get out of this one. I am sorry, my paysyul.” 

For a fleeting moment, you really thought this was the beginning of something bad. Something deceitful. But, his words instantly bring you comfort, slowing your leaping heart and putting your mind at ease. 

But the funny thing is that there was no lie. 

There was really an overnight trip inland with Tonowari. One that Ralak arranged himself. Tonowari was especially taken aback by Ralaks suggestion of a hunting trip and immediately queried if he was alright, putting a firm hand on his forehead to determine if he had some sort of fever. But once Ralak explained himself, Tonowari was smiling and laughing, smacking a few blows on his back as a form of approval, teasing him yet again about ‘the love story between an Akula and an ilu’. 

Your sigh brings Ralak out of his deep thought, chin leaving his chest to witness you sliding back into bed, turning on your side and backing up onto him. A smirk pulls at the his lips as he joins you, enveloping you in his warmth once more. A wave of relief washes over him as he rests his chin on the crown of your head. He’s thankful that you didn’t press any further. Otherwise, he would’ve had to reveal his best kept secret. 

His upcoming rut. 

—— 

The harsh thump of Ralaks heart rouses him to the sight of his mate clung to his chest. He admires your beauty, allowing his eyes to fall on your chest, watching closely as you breathe slowly. He gently pulls back the thin sheeting covering your body, exposing your puffy nipples to the cool morning air. When they stiffen into peaks, saliva pools in his mouth. At this point he would have looked away because of basic na’vi decency, but this morning is different. 

He allows himself to stare. To take in every detail on your chest. To sear it into his memory so he can visualise you just like this as he relieves himself. Exposed before his eyes, supple skin glistening as the rays of sunlight reflect against your freckles, exposed, stiffened nipples, that act as the perfect bait to lure in a hungry predator. 

Predator.

That’s what he’ll be in a matter of minutes. Nothing but a slave to his own urges and instincts. Ravenous. Insatiable. Voracious. With not even a sliver of self composure left to hold onto an ounce of rationality. He can already feel it creeping up on him, the hunger deep in his core turning him into the beast that he appears to be on the outside. It’s always been like this. A little too much. Too overwhelming. 

Too aggressive. 

And as the years passed it only worsened. Six unmated years. With no one but himself to make it through the tortuous few days. He just knows that he would be too rough with you. It’s his biggest fear, after all. To have no self control. To hurt the one thing he loves more than Eywa’s gift of life itself. He would sacrifice his own (life) if it meant to save yours.

He was hoping to endure it. Bite his tongue through it and be by your side. Perhaps take a long bath in the lake and crawl into bed after you’ve gone to sleep and relieve himself as quietly as he can. But now that it’s here in full bloom, he’s already having a hard time containing his urge to spread your legs and use you as his own personal fucktoy. 

But you’re more than that to him. 

And this is why he’s choosing to leave before you wake. Before he can no longer contain himself to just staring at your bare chest. Before he pulls the sheet down even further and parts your legs—already trembling from his leaking pheromones—and has a taste of his sweet, sweet tanhí. Rather, he uses his last shred of self composure to plant a firm kiss on your forehead before quickly gathering his gear and heading out the door. 

Unbeknownst to him, you were awake the entire time. 

You could feel his eyes bore into your tiny frame as the crisp morning air grazed past your nipples, just like you could feel the roughness of his kiss right above your brow. You wanted to open your eyes but the way his pheromones waft up your nose had you in a foggy trance. Your eyes burned under your eyelids and your body felt so heavy and hot. 

You couldn’t help but think, is this his rut?

To be influenced by his cycle? You had felt it before. His first rut in the flashback, but it was nothing like this. Sure, it had you shivering and a little on edge but this was to another level. You could barely open your eyes, much less get out of bed. This entire time your body has been sending warning signals that its mate was peaking in his cycle — restlessness, clinginess, the nesting. You had unknowingly gathered enough fruits and grains to last you a few days. Even in this murky state of mind you finally manage to link the pieces of the puzzle together. 

Listening to his footsteps as he walks out the marui, you muster up as much strength as you can to open your eyes. It’s blurry and honestly all just one blob. You could only make out a few colours trailing behind this gentle giant—green, blue and orange. All of which mix together and move like the aurora in the night sky. If one could see what a pheromone looks like, this would be it. When you finally get enough strength to part your chapped lips to mutter his name, the colours disappear as the marui flap closes behind him. 

You really thought that once he left and the room aired out, that the influence of his pheromones on your body would lift as well. But you were wrong. Instead, the heaviness of your body grew tenfold, making it hard to breathe. It’s as if your lungs were filled to the brim with cold water, yet they burned as you squirmed around to fill them with air. The fire in your lungs quickly spread to your extremities, leaving your entire being in a sweltering inferno. 

This feeling is familiar, yet foreign all at once. A desire so extreme it burns from within. The desire to be connected with your mate on all levels known to the na’vi. To satiate the itch of your empty, fertile womb by filling it with his seed. 

Why did you have to get your heat now?

You call for Ralak a few times in your dazed state, only for you to be reminded by nothing but the crash of the waves that he’s gone. Soon the heavy rumble of the waves is drowned out by your whimpers and whines as you call for your mate to no avail. All you can manage to do in your feverish haze is kick off whatever cloth is stuck to your body, curl into a ball and rock to ease the unbearable sensation between your legs.

All until you hear a familiar, husky voice. 

“I was doing some sessions with Ronal and—”

“R-Ralak?” You call out in relief, hoping your prayers have finally been answered. You roll onto your side and squint at the figure in the door frame. 

“Uh. Not quite.” He quickly mutters under his breath, moving his forearm to shield his nose from your strong pheromones wafting his way. “Eywa—” He mumbles the great mothers name like a curse as he looks around the marui for your mate. “Where is Tak?” 

Tak?

The more you squint your eyes, the more you’re able to make out who this figure standing in your doorway is. Your blurred vision clears just enough to reveal the unforgettable, brawny features of no other than Ka’ani. 

“Ka’ani?” You say the name slowly, unsure if you should believe your eyes. 

“Hah. What do you know…” Ka’ani scoffs, moving his arm from his face to lean in to get a better look at your condition. You’re panting yet shivering, glazed in your own sweat and slick. He smirks a little as he pulls back, spitting out the words, “…bitch in heat.” 

“What are you... d-doing here? You should leave!” You try to shout, although it comes out more as a hoarse cry. 

“Why should I? It looks like you need a hand.” Ka’ani jesters, physically extending his hand towards you as he wiggles his thickset fingers. 

“Haa. I really don’t.” You pant, hugging your knees to your chest even tighter.

“You’re sitting in a puddle of your own sweat.” Ka’ani’s voice is harsh, yet laced with concern. “And whatever else is coming out of you.” His jaw clenches and unclenches as he looks away from you, seemingly out of — respect? He catches sight of the full bucket of fresh water at your bedside, along with empty drinking bowls.

Has she not been tended to all day? Not a sip to drink? Ka’ani thinks to himself, concerned as to why Tak’s mate would be alone, uncared for and in heat of all things. 

You finally muster up the energy to tug the sodden sheet over your naked body and scoot back further to the frame of the bed. “Ralak said he will be back soon. You should leave if y-you want to live.” You lie, feeling a little threatened that a male na’vi has barged into your marui while you’re in heat. 

“Yeah, I don’t believe that for a second, y/n. None of this makes sense.” Ka’ani speaks, taking a few steps towards you. 

You shuffle even further back only for your back to make contact with the bed frame. A rush of fear surges through you. The type of fear that has your heart twisting behind your ribs. You cross your legs over one another, bunching up the sheet between them and beg with trembling lungs, “P-Please, Ka’ani. Don’t.” 

Ka’ani stops dead in his tracks, seemingly offended by your assumption that he’d be approaching you to do something that the great mother herself would look down upon. Sure, he tracked your scent last time, but he was here atone exactly for that. 

“Syor [relax]. I would never do such a thing.” He says through gritted teeth, storming towards the bedside and quickly pouring you a drink. “No matter how strong your scent is. Although, you don’t smell all that great now that you’re mated.” He chuckles lightly as he hands you the drink. Your eyes jump between him and the cup in his hand before you struggle to sit up. His hand instinctively reaches out to assist you, but you bat it away and continue to pull yourself up. 

“Just — let me help you.” He snaps, supporting your back when you finally give in. “Drink.” He commands, plunking the cup in your hand, taking a step back and crossing his arms.  

You gulp down the water greedily, finally quenching your thirst and hoping it will provide some level of relief to your febrile condition. You hum to yourself as the water makes its way down your throat, but groan when you feel no better. Meanwhile, Ka’ani takes in your state, feeling a twinge in his heart for you when he sees how you’ve been suffering. You look more than uncomfortable. You look like you’re in pain.

“You’ll be alright, y/n. Just tell me where he went and I’ll go fetch him.” He speaks in a more gentle tone, taking the empty cup from your hand.

“I-I don’t — haah. He said he went… He went inland to hunt.” You blubber out, feeling your body heat to a dangerous degree. It has you shaking as you ease yourself back into a more comfortable position. 

Ka’ani shakes his head a bit, “Inland to hunt? Really? When his mate is in heat? Tak would never. The only time he’d ever do that is if he is also… in rut.” Ka’ani stalls on the last few words that slip off his tongue, tasting them in his mouth as the realization sets in. Ka’ani quickly fills the cup, sets it next to you and bolts to the door. Before he ducks under the flap of your Marui, he looks over his shoulder and reassures you.

“Sit tight, forest girl. I know exactly where he is.”

— —

It’s been a few hours since coming to his usual spot — the waterfall with the coldest water known to the reef people. It is Ralaks most private and intimate place aside from his humble abode. A place where only a select few people know about. He’s most drawn to the low temperature of the water, making it a perfect environment to endure the heat of his rut in. 

Despite doing this for the past few years, each cycle gets a little more intense. And this one is certainly no exception. 

Ralak sits underneath the overhang, right in the dip of the plunge pool, and allows the water to beat on his back. He’s maintained this position for the past few hours, only releasing himself when the pressure in his core grows too much. A pressure so immense it would have his body acting on its own accord — a wandering hand finding its way to his swollen cock. 

Truth be told, he hated the feeling. 

He hated feeling so out of control. To be nothing but a slave to his own primal impulses. He’d fight it as much as he could, just like he is now, until the sensation is just too intense to ignore. Until he’s grunting and squirming with a body so heated it has him grinding his teeth. 

He quickly stands up, tilting his head back and covering his face from the stream of the water with his hands. At this point his cock is so swollen that it’s outright painful, throbbing and pulsing from the lack of attention. He thinks of you — your thin tail and tiny stature. The way you lay in bed this morning before he left. Naked and exposed before his eyes. Eywa, how he wishes you were here. How he could finally spend his rut with his mate, but he just knows it would be too much for you to handle. 

The thoughts of you make this no easier, sending his hips thrusting into the air — the running water stimulating his thudding cockhead. He groans from the immense pleasure a little water brings him. He’s neglected himself so badly to the point that he feels like this could really make him cum. But how many times has he cum by now? 

Once? Twice? Thrice? 

He lost count after the fifth time, not that he was keeping track anyways. If anything he was downright denying himself the pleasure, and convincing himself that he remained in control. But fuck, the image of your delicate body —the possibility that he could break you if he weren’t careful— pushes him over the edge. Before he can stop himself, his hot cum is spilling from his slit all over the length of his cock and he’s unable to keep his noises at a minimum. 

“Mmmph.” His deep growl rumbles, a hand grabbing a firm hold of his jumping cock. 

He squeezes what’s left out of his slit, finally looking down to see the state of himself. It’s red and raw — spikes fully erect and balls drawn so close to his body they’re practically hiding behind his thick knot. He lets out a loud sigh. 

Relief. 

Finally, he leans back against the rocky wall and slides down into the plunge pool, immersing himself chest deep into the water. He lightly treads back to the bank and makes himself comfortable — allowing his head to rest and body to relax. He takes a few deep breaths and tunes into the burble of the waterfall. 

All until he hears the click of a — 

Ka’ani?

“Tik-Tak.” Ka’ani clicks melodically, cautiously approaching the giant submerged in the waterfall. Ralak doesn’t budge. He remains fixed in position, eyes shut, head and elbows resting on the edge of the river. His chest heaves harshly as he attempts to remain in this less than tranquil state. “Never thought I’d see the day Ralak leaves his mate in heat. To be soaking in a waterfall of all things.” 

Perhaps Ralak heard wrong. Leaving his mate in heat? Ralak would know if his mate were in heat. He would sense it. Whatever rubbish he’s spewing out, Ralak doesn’t have the time, nor patience, for it. 

“Skxawng, what are you on about? Leave me be.” Ralak huffs, wiping the sweat from his face with a quick hand movement.

“Just as I thought. You’re all hot and bothered too, aren’t you?” Ka’ani chuckles. 

“Leave.” Ralak says angrily, his purplish-blue eyes finally snapping up to meet Ka’ani’s. “I have just calmed.”

Ka’ani’s brows knit together, offended and a little confused with himself for being upset from the way Ralak is shooing him away. 

“Oh c’mon brother. All I’ve been told today is to leave!” Ka’ani’s hands fly up as he takes a step forward. “First your mate, and now you. Am I really that unwanted?”

Now he’s got Ralaks attention. 

Ralak gets a whiff of your sweet, sweet pheromones on him. As if he’s been around his tanhì. Scenting his tanhì. Touching his tanhì. His primal urges devour him once more, eating away at him until nothing but a possessive beast remains. One of pure territorial instinct. 

“What did you do?” Ralak growls through a clenched jaw as he jumps out the water and approaches Ka’ani. “Scenting my mate again?” His voice booms as it increases in volume, yet lowers in depth. “Answer me. Did you touch her?!” 

“No!” Ka’ani blurts out, now taking a few steps back with his hands splayed out in front of him. “Is that what you both really think of me? This is the last I ever do some—”

Ralak remains silent, taking quick, calculated strides directly towards Ka’ani, who is now backing up into a tree. Once his back hits the scaly bark, Ralaks' balled fist slams into the trunk, barely an inch away from Ka’ani’s skull. 

“Alright! Alright. I know what I did before. I-I’m sorry. I came looking for you to apologise for that but I found her in heat. Okay? I came here as soon as I realized.” 

Unsure of whether or not to believe a word coming from this skxawng’s mouth, Ralak steps away from his prey, bloody knuckled and full of uncertainty. But the one thing he is certain about is the fact that he wants no other na’vi to find you if you really are in heat. With a huff of defeat, he pushes past Ka’ani and bolts for the shore. 

——

The trek back to the marui is twice as quick. Your pheromones are thick and potent, affecting him even a few feet away from the marui door. And when he steps through the marui door, he’s completely inundated with the thick fog of your pheromones. He feels lost in himself, struggling not to succumb to his instincts. Struggling to regain control.

“Ma’ L-Lak?” You mewl shakily.

You can smell him, just like he can smell you. It only drives you further into your heat, your trembling body now shaking a little more. Sensing that your mate is in close proximity, your scent glands release more of your aphrodisiac to lure him in. In turn, this has its effects on your body — sending you into a submissive state where you feel too heavy to even lift a finger. You lay there, legs splayed out and glossy fingered. 

You watch through blurred vision as the tall and thick silhouette quickly makes its way towards you. Ralak grabs and firmly holds your legs back as he leans in close, making the confirmation that his mate is indeed in heat. He lingers a little longer than he can control, taking everything in him to pull away and calm down — panting and out of breath. 

“It is true.” He huffs, towering over your tiny, shivering frame. “In heat.” The two words drip off his tongue, much like the thick nectar dripping from your slit.

“Lak. Oh — lak. ’ts you.” You cry out in relief, clawing at his thigh to bring him back to you, “‘m so happy it’s you ‘nd not someone else.” His teeth grit as your hand grazes his thigh, but he remains fixed in place, unsure of his ability to keep his composure if he allows himself to give in to your touches. 

What is he supposed to do now? 

He didn’t think this far into his plan… for once in his life. Typically he’s quite calculated and certain of his next move but now — now he’s not sure how he’s going to deal with this. He just knew that he couldn’t leave you alone. Not for another man to find and claim you in the way that only he should. But he has to remain himself. For you. He swallows down his uncertainty before speaking. 

“I should have stayed.” He looks down at the flushed, puffy flesh between your legs with a rapacious glint in his eye. “I am sorry.” 

“Don’t be. Just p-please. It’s to-o much. T-Too hot. It aches, karyu.” Ralak winces when you groan the last few words, it’s almost painful to resist you at this point. You go to claw at this thigh once more, only for him to shift away. “No, don’t do that. Not right now. N-Need you so ba—”

“My rut came. This morning.” He’s quick to cut you off with a strained, yet monotonous voice, unable to peel his eyes away from your swollen cunt. 

“I-I know.” You pant, earning a twitch of Ralaks brows. “‘nd t-that’s good. Ngh—that’s really good,  I-I can help you too.” You mumble, sticking your hand between your legs to fondle with yourself. With the way he grimaces one side of his face, it seems as if he wants to look away, but can’t. 

“No, tanhì. We spoke of this.” His accent is thick as he struggles to string the words together, “No control. Trying hard…” he inhales quickly, eyes plastered to the sight in front of him, “…not to lose it.”

At this point the haze of your heat has you lethargically shaking your head from side to side, mumbling whatever frustrated-fueled words that first come to you “…haven’t cum yet…”, you squirm around to find a position that allows your wandering fingers better access to your hole, “…need to cum.” You slur the words as you barely slip two fingers inside you and you quietly sob when they provide very little release. 

“Ralak!” You cry loudly enough to at last lure his gaze up to yours, the night sea finally meeting the roaring flame. Your voice quiets down into a soft whimper, “Please. Just t-try. Please.” 

A moment of silence passes where you and Ralak stare at one another, hearts pounding and chests heaving, understanding exactly how the other feels. The burning desire to come together. The resistance, yet the lack of control. The eternal flame within. The heat. 

Ralak breaks eye contact to glance at your slender fingers working as hard as they can. He breathes a heavy sigh, feeling a pang of guilt for leaving you when he sees just how raw you are from being in heat all alone. He’s responsible for you even being in this bad of a state, isn’t he? Leaving you before sunrise with nothing but a kiss on the head. If anything that only made it more intense for you. He wants to — no, needs to care for you. It’s what every part of himself is urging him to do. 

“The thought of another finding you… like this.” Ralak rasps as he closes in on you, “so vulnerable… it makes me — haah.” He cuts himself off with a shaky sigh and a clench to his jaw. Beads of sweat ball on his temples, slowly rolling down his angular jaw to eventually meet and drip from his chin onto your stomach. He looms over you, his hair flowing forward when he suddenly grabs and tugs at your wrist in one swift move, yanking your fingers out of you. 

“Ss-ah!” You hiss with a wince, heart skipping a beat when you realise that he’s barely there anymore. “I-It makes you, what?” You ask quietly — nervously, even. 

A bestial growl begins to rumble in his chest, causing a shiver to ripple through you—hardening your nipples into peaks within seconds. Jawbone fluttering from his reluctance to answer, he harshly cups your pussy with his hand, causing you to gasp. His sharp, intimidating stare locks with yours, brows tensing as he allows two, thickset fingers to slip down to your slickened opening. His growl fades into a single, drawn out word. 

“Nìfmokx. [jealous]” 

His admission slips past his lips just as his fingers sink into your aching core, leaving your mouth agape and hot tears spilling over your cheeks. Jealousy isn’t an emotion Ralak is used to feeling. Much less something he would subject you to experience with him. But you could see the raw emotion in his eyes, as they flicker from a dark blue to something even deeper. It’s the way his stare bores into your innermost being as he fills you up with his digits alone, telling you that you were his, and his only. 

He hooks his fingers right into your gummy walls, holding his position as he moves his hand in an up and down motion at full tilt. The tips of his fingers repeatedly slam into your swelling sweet spot, coaxing out broken, filthy noises from your throat. He hums with pride, yet his face remains stone cold, minus the occasional twitch of his jawbone. He’s trying so hard to keep at a steady pace, and not to be too rough with your fragility. 

“Oh f-fuck.” You curse under your breath, both hands grabbing a firm hold of his forearm. You’ve been unintentionally edging yourself all day that you’re already almost there. And no matter how hard you squeeze and claw at his now-veiny arm, he remains unmoving. 

“Go on, then.” He huffs impatiently as he looks down at you, feeling your walls clamp down on his fingers. Your heels sink into the bed when you push your hips into the air, fingernails digging into his skin as you near your first release. You begin to whimper, bucking your hips to chase the feeling of relief. It’s right there. It’s so close; and you just need to allow it to wash through you. You tense up so badly your whole body shakes, sending your teeth chattering and your bottom lip quivering. You swear you can see the stars from the night sky litter your vision and feel your heavy lids flutter shut.

“Look at me.” Ralak demands in a sharp, gruff tone. Your glossy eyes shoot back up to his, and you start to sputter out whatever gibberish comes from your mouth — a few curses mixed with his name and your fathers’ mother-tongue. He continues to glare down at you with a rigid face, tensing his jaw as he wills himself to be gentle and patient with you. “Good. Now cum, little one.” 

Your pathetic noises suddenly fade into a sweet, little cry. A cry of relief when your frustration washes away as you finally come undone on his fingers. The alleviation is so intense that it’s almost consuming; “T-Thank—” you collapse back down onto the bed, “—you. Thank you—haah, thank you karyu.” You pant repeatedly, his forearm ripping from your grip when he unexpectedly wrenches his fingers out of you. You squirm from the sudden emptiness, “Wait—” 

“Do not thank.” He spits the accented words as he stumbles back to create some distance between the two of you. He pants as he attempts to recollect himself, his face of stone finally screwing into something of a grimace. “So…if another na’vi found you, would you thank him too? Hm?”

“Lak. I… N-No.” You stutter, unsure of what to even say. 

“You are mine. My mate…” he growls through thinned lips, “My duty. Understand?” 

“Yes.” You nod quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up. It arouses you to see him so jealous. So possessive. So assertive. 

Ralak slams his eyes shut and gulps so hard it’s audible —visible even. You could see the bump in the column of his throat quickly undulate, his chest heaving harshly and his shoulders dramatically rising and falling with each breath he struggles to take. And for a while, there’s nothing but silence and his heavy breathing that you feel the overwhelming need to break it. 

“Ralak.” 

Your trembling, tiny voice snapping his head back up to you, once tightly closed eyes now flying open to reveal the most beautiful shade of mauve. They pierce into you like a spear through an unsuspecting prey, full of nothing but pure, unadulterated greed. 

You never thought you’d see them again except in that vision. You get lost in them for a little, studying how the gold ring around his blown pupils still remains even in a sea of indigo. 

You sense that he’s in the thick of his rut now and you need to relieve him soon, like he did for you. Or only Eywa knows what will happen. You allow yourself to finally take in the man before you in full, eyes trailing down his sweaty, muscular physique — perfectly carved v-lines and six fingered tattoo — until they land on his aching cock. 

Oh, fuck. Is he bigger? You think, admiring his mushroomy head and erect spikes. It’s oozing and dripping, unable to keep still from how hard it’s pulsing. It’s at least an inch bigger than usual. 

You look away to study his facial expression and by the way he’s looking at you, you can tell he’s waiting for your command, trying his hardest to prevent himself from pouncing on you and fucking you senseless right here and now. You’ve never seen him this way before. Straining so hard to keep himself in one position and struggling to keep his hands to himself. 

“Ralak… More.” You spread your legs as wide as they can go, holding them apart by the bend of your knees, exposing yourself completely. His heavy lidded eyes widen almost as much as your legs, pointed ears flicking upwards in excitement when he sees you assume such a vulnerable and submissive position. 

“Y/n.” He groans, voice thick with arousal and want and maybe a little desperation as he takes in the sweet sight of your still-pulsing and swollen clit poking out between your folds. “I am… losing control.”

Hearing your name fall from his lips in this way — this tone, instantaneously reignites the flame in your core. In seconds your slit is practically dripping, forming a pool of your slick underneath you. “Good.” You pant as you stare up into his slit-like pupils. You swallow quickly before mustering up the courage to invite the beast in. “Now…remind me who I belong to.”

How could he resist now? 

With the way you’re talking and your pheromones so pungent that they fill his lungs to the brim with no space for any other option but to fall into the thick of his rut. Before you can formulate another thought in your foggy state, Ralak has your legs pinned back and is diving nose first into your cunt. 

He wastes no time to have his fill of you, lapping up your juices so desperately your body moves from the force of his licks. He has been wanting to taste you ever since you made a mess on his fingers, fuck — ever since he got a whiff of your scent from outside his marui door, but denied himself the pleasure in the case he couldn’t stop himself from going any further. But now, all restraint and denial is now left out at that very door. 

The flat of his tongue trails up your inner thigh and then back to your folds, tasting a mixture of the sweetness of your slick and the saltiness of your sweat. He groans when his tongue finally grazes past your clit, feeling it throb against his taste buds. He lingers there for a while, swirling and sucking on you until he unlatches to come up for a quick breath of air. 

“Fucking ftxìlor [delicious].” He gasps out a curse, shoving your legs even further back to have seconds of his meal. 

It becomes evident that he’s doing this for himself. Because if he were doing this solely for you, he would have made you cum by now. He’s eating you out as if he’s been starved for weeks, sucking and popping off your clit just to lap up the sweet, sticky nectar seeping from your hole just to coat his tongue. 

He’s nowhere near as quiet as he usually is, grunting and groaning as he swallows your juices. His fingernails dig into your thighs as he tries to keep himself from being too rough with your tiny, dainty body. But, his attempts prove to be futile once you feel your hips lift off the ground from his grip tightening around your thighs. You stare at the sight of your mate between your legs, crinkling his forehead and squeezing his eyes shut as he can’t stop himself from indulging in his urges. 

“Fuck me!” You let out a frustrated moan, your heat having you so on edge you need to cum again. 

His eyes fly open, and within moments he’s tucked under your hips, pelvises flush together as he rests his throbbing, neglected cock between your folds. His tip touches your belly button with ease, beads of precum oozing out of his slit one after the next. 

“This is what you want, yes?” He bucks his hips into you, the tip of his cock smearing his slick all over your deep blue skin. 

“Fuck, yes.” You whisper shakily, chin meeting your chest to look at the masterpiece he’s painting on you. “I want my mates cock.”

He only responds with a rough growl, flipping you over and pushing you onto your stomach.

“Oh shit.” You mutter under your breath, a little afraid of what you’ve gotten yourself into. But you trust Ralak. 

You know that even in rut he would never hurt you. Not intentionally, at least. Of course this is not to say that he would be gentle —you expect that anything but.

With a firm hand to your upper back, his body is pressed against yours and his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He breathes in deeply through his nose, holding it in his lungs, and then letting out a hot, shaky breath against your skin, finally allowing himself to really take in your scent. 

He almost becomes drunk off it— at least it feels that way for him. Your scent has him feeling like he’s downed two full bottles of fermented fruit with no chasers in between and he simply can’t get enough of it. 

Hand moving swiftly from your back to your head, he pins your face to the bed as he trails his tongue along your jawbone to the nape of your neck. He lingers a little longer than he can help, suckling on and grazing his pointed canines against the skin. It sends shivers down your spine until your tail curls into the air and back arches in complete submission. You push back into him, feeling his hardened length pressed between the swell of your ass and base of your tail. 

Fuck, you just want it inside you already. 

“Lifting your tail for me, hm?” He huffs, puckering his lips against your skin and suckling tenderly. You can feel the emptiness creep back in, and that maddening itch deep in your womb. You moan softly, like a low hum under your breath, which only riles him up more. He feels like he wants to make you his all over again.

To mate with you. 

To mark you as his in every way so that no other man would even dare look your way. Without warning, Ralak pushes up off you, his sinewy arms caging you in with one hand binding your wrists and the other keeping your head pinned to the bed. His legs hold yours down, his knees locking your ankles in place. 

“You belong to me.” He growls next to your ear, his hand abruptly leaving your head to reach for the base of his skull for his kuru. With a quick tug, he brings it over his shoulder and pops it into his mouth to hold with his teeth. He reaches for your kuru that lies innocently in the dip of your back, and brings it towards his mouth.  

A wave of anxiety washes over you when the image of Ka’ani finding you earlier in your own mess flashes before you. You can’t help but wonder if he would see that if he made tsaheylu right now. Imagine how he’d react when he realizes Ka’ani saw you naked and covered in slick? Your body squirmed at the mere thought, only making Ralak tighten his grip on you. 

“Wait!” Is all you could blubber out before you feel the connection —the bond. Your eyes bulge when you feel him surge through you, two minds becoming one. It takes you by surprise, he’s never one to hastily or unexpectedly make tsaheylu with you. But tonight he makes the bond as if you were a tsurak to be tamed. 

What he sees next drives him further into his territorial urges — your interaction with Ka’ani. The way Ka’ani barged into his home. How he saw your naked, vulnerable body. The fear that you felt when another man invaded your space. When he helped you. Innocently touched you. 

“He touched you.” He says between pants, a mixture of emotions washing over him all at once. But the sharp pang of your heat transferring through tsaheylu has him entirely succumbing to his own urges and carnal instincts. 

He’s simply not there. 

His hips start bucking uncontrollably and his cock is poking and prodding at your puffy folds. The crown of his cock jabs at your clit a few times before finally parting your folds and with a quick snap of his hips he’s probing your entrance. 

It stings when his swollen cockhead breaks past the resistance of your tightness, and he can’t help but lay hold of your hip and hiss from how tiny you feel. This is the first he’s ever had his cock stuffed inside a pussy during his rut. The feeling is all-consuming and he unapologetically yearns for more.  

Hips snapping back, he pops his cockhead out of you only to shove it back in again. And again. And again until he’s repeatedly using your tight, little hole as nothing more than a fucktoy for his own self pleasure. 

He leans back to take in the hazy sight, admiring the way your hole stretches perfectly to accommodate the sheer thickness of his cock. And when he sees the mushroomy part of his head slowly emerge he can’t help the way his hips stutter just to sink it back inside you. 

It’s torturous, not having all of him inside you when that’s what your body is pining for most. He’s so much bigger than normal and you know that this is an itch that only he can scratch. “God—” You whine the foreign word, “—just fuck me already!” 

“Agh. Quiet.” He lets out an irritated grunt, both hands flying to your hips to shove you down onto his cock — a loud, audible smack permeating the air when your sticky pelvises collide. 

It almost overpowers the hoarse yet piercing cry that escapes your quivering lips. You’re so tender that the sudden stretch is too intense and with no time to adjust to his size you find yourself shuddering like you did after he took your innocence —your virginity. 

His head dips back in ecstasy just when his tip kisses your cervix, his eyes screwed shut as he tries not to spray his seed inside your womb right now. His fingers sink into your skin, surely leaving bruises behind that will last for weeks. 

“Hngh — woman.” He groans longingly, dropping his head forward and opening his ineberated eyes to witness how your cunt is sucking in every single inch of his cock with glee. 

He grinds himself inside you, tugging at your hips and pushing against the resistance as if he were trying to stuff more of his cock inside you. Your high-pitched shrill fades out into a pathetic little whimper, your wobbly elbows and knees struggling to keep you up.

It’s all too much and your fucked out mind goes blank. You can’t even process how your body is submitting to its owner and his rough touches, opening itself up to be bred already. You sense what’s coming next. Your back bows, elbows and knees burying into the softness of the bed as you try to ground yourself for Ralak to use you for his own relief. 

He does exactly that— hunching over you and shuffling his knees closer so he can gain more leverage to fuck into your slippery cunt. He puts all his weight on you, his fingernails almost piercing your skin when he begins rutting into you like his life depends on it. 

He sets a merciless pace right off the bat, pounding into you as if he were angry with you. He huffs and puffs from trying to catch his breath but fails because he can’t stop himself from humping at you. His body won’t let him, not until he’s ensured you're full with his seed and will bear his child. 

Hands quickly leaving your hips, he grabs your wrists, binding them together once more and the other grips your kuru and yanks it back. Your neck is exposed and your mouth hangs agape as you’re given no other choice but to take the jackhammering of your life. He’s never fucked you so hard or fast and perhaps it’s the haze of your heat but you just want more of him. 

“F-Fuck. FuckFuckFuckmeFuckme— yes!” You beg deliriously, pushing yourself back onto him. You can feel the way his cock is bulging from your lower stomach, but you couldn’t care less because you just want it even deeper inside you. Fuck, it hurts even but it feels so good that you can’t stop begging for more. “Deeper — oh, yesyesyes!” 

Ralaks groans become drawn out and he’s burying his hot face into the crook of your neck as his pulsing tip bullies its way past your cervix. It’s like white hot pleasure surging through your entire being and it has you so lightheaded you may actually pass out before he’s finished with you. 

His cock heats up inside your cunt, becoming so veiny you could practically feel each vein press against your gummy, slimy walls. He’s now panting open mouthed against your throat, his tongue darting out to lick your skin. He shoves your head down so he can access the back of your neck—a hot spot for your pheromones— and grazes his canines against you. Every fiber of his being is urging him to sink them into your skin and see if you taste as good as you smell. His fangs throb in his mouth at the mere thought, his hot saliva dripping off their length and down your neck. 

You’re so overwhelmed and overstimulated that you can’t form a coherent thought much less process the fact that you’re quickly nearing your climax. It’s as if you’ve surrendered all control over your body to him and he’s dictating what happens next. Your pussy walls tighten around him so much it aches and he outright whimpers. 

“Sst-ah.” He pulls away from your neck and slams his eyes shut, grimacing from the way your cunt is gripping his cock. At this point you’re so on edge that you’re just pinching him, locking him inside you and almost cutting off his blood supply. It’s more than painful for him, and he becomes peeved that you won’t ease up. 

Irritated, he aggressively slams himself into you so that you stop with your pathetic little pinching, but all that does is tip you over the edge. Next thing you know your cunt is helplessly fluttering around his cock and your pussy juices are trickling down your thighs.

“Mmm-fuck I’m cumming!” You moan the words so quickly they jumble together, “Cu-cumming! Cumming!”  

You throbbing around him has his eyes rolling into the back of his head but the more your body convulses underneath him the more he grows frustrated with you. How could such a little thing put on such a big performance? Why won’t you just stay still?

So he thrusts. And thrusts. And thrusts. 

Taming you in the only way his body knows how. Fucking into you without mercy or sympathy. He lets out a hiss, the first he’s ever directed your way, and tightens his grip. “Keep…” He pulls out of you until only the tip is left inside, “...still.” Ralak’s deep voice rumbles next to your ear as he slams every inch cock into your cunt, the mere force of his thrust almost knocking you onto your stomach. You let out a broken whimper, coming down from your high and already feeling the coil in your stomach wind and heat up again. 

“Haa—‘nna…make you swell.” He groans the fragmented sentence like a dying man, grinding so deeply inside you that his swollen balls rub against your puffed up clit. Your bruised cervix feels so good against his cock as he uses it to massage the most sensitive part of his tip. 

Experiencing nothing but absolute rapture, Ralaks head slumps into the crook of your neck, where he’s flooded by your scent. He only grinds harder. And harder, until he’s panting like a viperwolf against your skin.

“Fuck — please…” You beg through a shaky whisper, trying to free your hands from his undying grip, “I j-ust c-came.” 

He’s just so fucking big and deep that he’s touching parts of you that have never touched before, and he’s only getting more aggressive the more you push away his advances. Right now, you’re just a squirming, noisy bitch in heat that needs to be put in her place. To surrender and submit. And the pheromones wafting up his nostrils only drive him further into his bestial urges to claim you as his.

His teeth and gums throb in his mouth once more when the urge to mark you as his becomes indubitable. Much like the urge to keep you still enough to make you into a vessel for his seed. He indulges himself, yanking your head back to expose the bend of your shoulder. He hovers open mouthed over your flawless skin and gives you a kitten lick before ruthlessly marking you. 

Your eyes bulge and pupils constrict into nothing but dots when you feel his lengthy fangs plunge into your flesh. The wail evading your throat is deafening and only gets higher when you feel your shoulder set ablaze. His jaw locks into place and he holds you still as he incessantly claims you as his in more ways than just marking. Your eyes start to water and your body stiffens when you feel it. 

He’s bulging inside you. 

Stretching you out until your shoulder isn’t the only part of you on fire. You lash around, clawing at whatever’s in your way until your nails are dull but the more you move the more it burns. “Y-You’re getting bigger inside me!” You release a high pitched squeal, your elbows and knees finally collapsing under you. Now all his weight is on top of you, pinning you flat to the bed with nowhere for you to go. He begins groaning low and deep, drawing it out until it turns into a depraved growl. It feels as if he’s swelling inside you, as if he were doubling in size. As if he were — oh fuck. 

“You’re — you’re knotting me, lak!” You yell when you come to the realisation. It feels like there’s two of him inside you, stretching you to unfathomable lengths. Despite your continuous attempts to get him to let up, he continues to bulge inside you. “You’re knotting me.” You repeat the words in a weakened, croaky voice of defeat, finally giving in and accepting your fate. 

Riding out his high, his hips stutter out of his control — a familiar sensation now flooding your core. A rush of warmth inside you. It’s his hot seed pumping inside you, his cock thumping with each spurt. He groans and moans until you’re so overloaded with his cum it begins to drip down your thighs and mix with yours. 

He unlatches from your shoulder, lapping at the wound to prevent it from bleeding too badly. He plants a few rough kisses on the double crescent shaped mark and works them up to the lobe of your ear. He’s panting and sweating and he can feel the fog lifting now that he’s had his release. “‘m sorry.” He mumbles between wet kisses, now trailing them back down to the fresh wound to lap at it some more. “‘m sorry.”

“Ralak, I-I” You stutter, overloaded with all these new sensations. It’s burning worse than a hellfire wasp sting but at the same time it’s everything your body hungers for. “Haah.. it-it hurts” You whimper quietly, looking behind you to see the most inebriated eyes you’ve ever seen on this man’s face stare back at you. He releases his pheromones to help your body calm down and feel less pain, ultimately scenting you all together.  

“Mawey.” Ralak huffs, trying his hardest to stay still now that he’s quickly coming to the realisation that he’s knotted and marked you in one go. “Doing… so well, tahnì.” He tries to praise you but truthfully he’s still in and out of it, dazing off when he feels the occasional throb of your walls. 

“Am I? Am I helping you too, lak?” You ask in a surprisingly optimistic tone, proud that you were able to do what you were told was unmanageable. He musters out a nod, grunting as he finishes emptying himself in your womb. 

Feeling some level of sense and rationality, you ask him a question that’s been on your mind. “I’m going to get pregnant, aren’t I?”

“Mm.” He hums, nodding his head as he nuzzles himself into the dip of your shoulder, inhaling your seeping scent. 

“Is that what you w-want?” Your breath hitches as you flinch from his cheek resting on your shoulder.

“Mm.” Another grunt, followed by an unexpected, fervid thrust — his body answering your question on his behalf by ensuring every last drop of his essence is inside your fertile womb. 

You focus on steadying your breathing now that you’ve gotten your answer. 

“Irayo, muntxate [thank you, wife].” He says weakly, finally rolling you both onto your sides for some much needed rest. You chuckle. A weak one, but a chuckle nonetheless, and repeat his own words back to him.

“Do not thank.” You say with a smile, getting yourself as comfortable as you can for the long night ahead. 

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[evilminji]

I Ponder The Humble Blob Ghost!

You think they are what happens when you ALMOST but not quite A Ghost(tm)? Like, you have the ectoplasm and the will to continue... but you didn't really have A Thing in life? No Final Crystalizing Thought that brings focus? Just "ow! Ah! I'm scared. Don't wanna die!" And theeeeen.... *poof!*

Why am I Orb? Am squish? No bones.

Like? Remove any one piece of the Critical Formula and you get Blob instead of Ghost? Different KINDS, mind you, but blobs none the less.

Like Skulker! Not enough Ectoplasm. Ended up Blob. He CLEARLY had the Will, the Obsession, the gory end and unfinished business... buuuut? No green goo to power the creation of a full body. He clearly knows what he's supposed to LOOK like? But it's not something FIXABLE? Even with his now unlimited access to Ectoplasm.

Like in utero damage that permanently stunted his growth. HE is fine. All his facilities are on-line and checking in as they should, for the level of sentience expected of a ghost of his people. He just... smol. Same strength, intelligence, and power as he would have always HAD...

He just got handed a really, REALLY crap "customize your eternal meatsuit" option screen. Like for real guys. Basicly NO options. His salt is eternal and entirely justified. He could have had his tattoos. He paid a LOT of credits for those! Sat for DAYS! Had to track down this One(1) artist on this SHITTY little trading hub, that BARELY QUALIFIED as one, to sit in on uncomfortable overturned crate... IN A GAS MASK because the AIR SUPPORT KEPT KICKING IT... for hoooours!

It was a WORK OF ART. You would have CRIED.

This is BULLSHIT.

But wait, I hear you say, staring at the Blob ghost chewing on a lamp post. The one that has wii music playing behind the eyes. No thoughts, head jello, one might say. What about THEM?

Good point! Remember that formula?

LOT of Ecto! But THAT... might be either an animal or a fungus. We'd have to check. ANYTHING can and DOES die. If it's alive? It can die and potentially leave a ghost. But! Consider the noble Ghost Rabbit! *holds up squirming rabbit that is ABSOLUTELY trying to both bite me and kick me in the face* A noble and friendly creature!

THIS is what happens when an animal: has sufficient Ectoplasm at the death site, a reason to continue living (fairly common. It's usually their offspring, escape, the instinctual drive to survive itself or other understandable base drives. Like love, loyalty, or hunger.), and that all important High Emotions End.

Miss any of these? You get Blobbertson over there! He's clearly a hungry boy! But! Not very DRIVEN is he? Just floating along, chewing on whatever seems interesting, looking for a snack. He's food motivated. But not MOTIVATED motivated.

Blobbertson over there? A peaceful death. Too much Ectoplasm too leave, too food motivated in life NOT to carry over, but? No DRIVE. To DEFINE and DEMAND the Ectoplasm in his little body become sharp and active. No highly emotional state to stir it into action.

Is Blobbertson INCAPABLE of higher emotions? No. He is every bit as capable as the Ghost Rabbit that has savaged my hands and escaped while you were reading. It was, in fact, NOT as friendly as originally assumed. I may be bleeding. Unimportant. Blobbertson is PERFECTLY capable of getting attached. Being trained.

Whatever level of intelligence Blobbertson had in life, still remains. And WITH that? Comes the ability to improve and grow in death! IF (and this is the big one) he ever finds MOTIVATION to do so.

Because you see, Blobbertson is quite happy. No thoughts, brain jello. Drifting along in a happy green ocean like a jellyfish. Only concerned about his next snack. It's comforting. His food obsession filled, his tiny motivation barely enough to move him place to place.

He would GLADLY sit in one place and eat for the rest of eternity. Head blissfully silent.

And that's OKAY! It truly, honestly, is. Not everyone has to be conquers and kings, crafters and cosmonauts. Sometimes you just want to spend the rest of time playing in the sand. Resting on a sunshine-y hill. Not EVERY soul is a loud one.

This is the INFINITE Realms.

And there are places like Amity Park out there. THICK as cold honey with Ectoplasm in the air, gently infusing all the life that grows there with greater and greater chance of Ghost-hood. Even the peaceful blinking awake after that final rest to look down and... little nubby green paws.

Congratulations on becoming a Blob, grandma! Yes, I imagine you ARE furious it is inordinately difficult to knit like this. No, I don't think complaining to the king will help, MeMa.

That said? I can not tell you if Blob Ghost all belong to the same Family or the same Order, but they are NOT the same species! The WAY in which you fuck up that ever vital Fomula results in WILDLY different Blobs! Was it an animal? A sentient species? A sentient PLANET? A complexe interlocking colony of fungi? What was the EXACT Ectoplasm concentration at the death site? Was that the historical levels or the At Death levels? Was the individual under sedation?

Yes! All of this IS in fact, VERY relevant!

And you think it ends THERE? HA! The SKIES are FILLED with Fighty Mother Fuckers! Ghosts LOVE to fight! It's built into their social dynamics and hierarchy! Good ol brawls to get the Ecto pumping!

......Local Blob Farmer would like to take this moment to say "GET OF HIS GHOST PEONIES, YOU HEATHENS."

No they would NOT like to join your 24/7 thunder dome in the sky, THANKS! Martha here is trying to compose some Atlantian Shell Poetry. Blobby Jr of Blobbington and Blobbington Incorporated is TRYING to study! You've DESTROYED THE COMMUNAL ZEN GARDEN!!

Get! GET!!! *swings broom*

And THEN you look not even a mile east? And it's the floating island of Blobs. They LIKE that rock. It's just an ever shifting, accidentally rolling off the edge, falling slightly, making an offended squeek, and floating back to the top of the pile to repeate the process, MOOSH of thousands of blobs. No one's certain if they used to be seals or some sort of cat.

Apparently THAT island is Warm(tm).

So there they sit. Making contented noises, chirping and shoving for the best spots. They never leave. You can literally just... float up and sit on them. It's amazing. You gotta be careful not to get buried, but it's So Soft and bouncy? And they are ALL making that soft happy Blob vibrate noise. It's like a giant, island sized, warm and almost fuzzy but not, water bed that massages you.

Just DON'T start anything there! Holy SHIT are they territorial. You Will Die. They SWARM.

And THATS not even getting into the Blobs that are? Literally brainless. Some people eat those. Which? I guess? They ARE basicly Ectoplasm jello. But SOME of them are NOT? Like... it's a debate. Hot button issue, ya know?

Some fungus turns into Ecto Jello with negative IQ and delicious insides. Is this food? But OTHER fungus was SENTIENT in life and become a whole RANGE of Fungus ghosts, from Blob right on up to complexe dryad like ghosts! Clearly NOT food unless you are a MONSTER. But THEY argue the FIRST group are ALSO not food?

Plant Ghosts have strong opinions and are willing to Gruesome Violence about it.

Which brings us back to the Humble Blob Ghost! Check before you pet! That might be grandma! Or planning to eat your hand! Just as Mammal tells you little to nothing about what animal you are looking at, so too does Blob and Ghost! Stay safe out there! And if anyone sees a glowing green rabbit? I want my blood back! That's supposed to be in MY body! Rude!

This has been, the daily ghost!

@hdgnj @stealingyourbones

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Raiden x Reader x Fujin: Brothers Share (Lime)

Context: Storm bros both are a bit 'frustrated', and they came up with a very lovely solution

Warning: Nothing explicit, but it's implied you get sandwiched ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The atmosphere gifted such serenity. It was perfect for one to sit through and meditate.

It was always Raiden's go-to hobby whenever he had somewhat spared time in his hands, and he always enjoyed it whenever he could. Although he is a demigod, an immortal being, he knew good things don't last.

Yet, recently, he's been feeling off. It doesn't feel something so dire he needs to consult with the Elder Gods, but whatever it was, it's bothering, let alone, confusing him.

The Thunder God will try to brush off the feeling in body, but it'll always come back. Maybe stronger than prior. And it's agitating since he only knew meditation, which doesn't help.

Standing from his spot, he groans indignantly, rubbing at his temples.

"Trouble with meditation, too, brother?" Raiden slightly flinches and turns to see Fujin. He must've not heard his brethren enter the room.

"It seems so. No matter my attempts, my mind will not be clear. Worse, I do not know what is causing it." Raiden walks around, trying to think before stopping by the window and peering down.

His glow up orbs observe his familiar two students sparring with each other. Turning to the right more, was you seated in the distance, catching up on your studies while occasionally glancing up at your two dorky friends fighting.

For whatever reason, Raiden was less interested in watching the progress with the two boys but kept focus on you. It wasn't like you were doing anything special, but his gaze just never leaves...

"She's stunning, isn't she?" Fujin walks to his side and observes as well.

Raiden only lets out a monotone grunt, which Fujin knew he agreed with him.

"I've been having the same feeling you have. A certain frustration that not even meditation can sooth." Fujin began, walking off from the window. "I may have an idea on how to deal with it, but you are not likely to accept it."

Raiden looked at his brother with a snarky look, finally ridding his gaze upon your figure. "Speak your mind brother, I have no patience for half-hearted, indirect suggestions at a time like this."

Fujin only chuckles at his brother's short fuse, nonchalantly leaning against the wall, crossing his arms. "Well, we both clearly have eyes for dear Y/n, am I correct?"

The expression on Raiden's face relaxed, intrigued on what Fujin may propose. "Are you perhaps about to suggest we collectively pursue her?"

The wind god smiles and nods. "We could persuade her to assist us both on our... salacious feelings before it gets worse."

Looking down, letting the cynical hat cover his glowing orbs, Raiden ponders. This was rather something sinful, but he cannot deny, he is a man. And he knew that Fujin wouldn't judge, considering he's completely relaxed and the one even to propose such a preposterous thing.

"What happens if she finds the request disturbing and says no?"

"If she doesn't want to then we can figure something else out, but Y/n is a cooperative one." Fujin answers, seemingly confident.

Sighing, Raiden takes the younger god's word for it. "I'll accept the proposition."

---Time skip! Dont forget to drink water!---

You ruffled your messy hair, being rather tired after a day of being active. Yet, you were to stop by the Sky Temple again at night.

Walking in quietly, you seeked out both protectors of Earthrealm and did your usual bow as they spot and approach you.

"Greetings, Y/n." Raiden says, returning the courteous bow. "You do not have to be formal with us. You're our friend." Fujin tells you with a warm smile.

"Oh- my bad, it's a habit." You say a bit flustered. "What is it you need from me at this time? Is it about Liu Kang?" I looked confusingly between the gods.

"No, we just..." Raiden didn't know how to start off. "Do you mind if we all go somewhere rather exclusive?"

You were confused since the Sky Temple was rather empty already, but you nodded anyways. And in a split second, the three of you appeared in a rather comfy looking bedroom with a flash.

It must've been Raiden's since all the decoration and furniture look ancient and untouched, considering he doesn't really take time off.

As you were distracted taking in the sudden surrounding, Raiden places his hands behind and back and sighs before explaining. "My brother and I spoke of an issue we both seem to have, and we request if you are willing to help us."

You looked at Raiden and then Fujin in the back. They both seemed relax as if maybe it was something not too urgent. It made you curious.

"Okay, what is it?"

"A certain craving," Raiden takes a glance at Fujin, whom nods, encouraging him to speak more on it.

"A need that we both share. We both desire the physical companionship of a woman. And we would like for you to join us in satisfying that, ah, particular desire since we know you well."

The cat seem to have ceased your tongue as you didn't know how to respond, rather your mind has clouded with thoughts, mostly questions. You looked from Raiden to Fujin. Both of them, eh?

Fujin raises an eyebrow, amused by your expression of shock and uncertainty. "Oh, don't worry, dear Y/n. We won't hurt you. We are simply asking for your consent, and your willingness to indulge us."

"So you guys are really asking me to sleep with you? BOTH of you?" You just had to make sure you were getting this right.

"It may sound absurd for a mortal woman to sleep with not one, but two gods, but we are still men." Raiden states.

"And something similar has happened before." Fujin hints with smugness.

"Fujin." Raiden gives him a warning look before turning back to your shorter being. "Do you have any objections?"

This was rather a one chance in a lifetime deal, and both brothers are such fine specimens. You trusted them well enough.

"Both of you?" You repeated once more with a smirk that was pure admiration.

Fujin walks behind you, first gently grabbing your shoulders before wrapping his arms around you, clearly the more eager brother.

"Brothers share, Y/n." He whispers in your ear, his white bang tickling your face.

Raiden steps more forward, his shadow looming over the both of you. "And we share 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨."

That line alone was enough to cause goosebumps. You gasp quietly feeling soft lips on your neck.

"She's so pretty." Fujin moans out a comment, holding you more and kissing your skin.

Your attention was grabbed back by Raiden as he lifts up your chin, having you look up at his authoritative eyes. "Are you ready to serve like a good mortal?"

You gulped, feeling two things poking you, behind and front.

"Yes, my lord..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ahem... not saying there will be a part 2, but uhhhh, I'm definitely gonna be thinking on it...

God, what my own writing does to me

(Someone on Tumblr ask smth in my inbox, I'm hella bored and lack human interaction)

[oneverydelululemon]

SXF MANGA SPOILERS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Hi! It's me again!

I want to thank all of you wonderful people who have read the first fic I did, The Conversation. I love and appreciate every single one of you! <3

Since that post gained a bit of traction, I decided to write down the prequel, aka how Damian even realised Anya can read minds. (Un)fortunately, this fic got a bit long so I'll be posting the first part for now. I hope you enjoy!

The Revelation - part 1

Damian was sitting on his bed in the dorms, his legs crossed. He had spent almost the entire day studying in the library, his nose in the books until Ewen and Emile dragged him out. After forcing Damian into the dorm, the boys went to get something to eat. Since Damian wasn't hungry, he chose to go to their room instead and have some well deserved rest. However, once he snuggled into his bed, he couldn't fall asleep.

Damian had been struggling with insomnia for a while, and the causes of his lack of sleep were always one of two things. If he wasn't stressing about his academic status, his mind liked to drive him crazy with all the memories he has about that shimp-haired commoner. The latter frustrated Damian to no end. He hated his own mind for toying with his heart in such a manner, for having chosen to give so much of its precious attention to someone so undeserving of it. If he'd paid as much attention to his studies as he did to Forger, he'd have already become an Imperial Scholar. A part of him wished he would come to his senses, but a small part of him hoped it could be like this forever.

So Damian did what he always does when he needs to relax and stop thinking about that girl - he took one of the many "The Serpent's Orb" comics he owns and began rereading it.

"The Serpent's Orb". Oh, how he adored that comic. He started reading it during the Dark Preschool Ages. He would read it whenever the halls of his mansion felt too empty and the rooms too big. Damian cringed thinking about the time he spent reading and reenacting the story to Jeeves. He cringed even harder when he remembered he would sometimes tell the same story to his old plushie whenever he'd be too scared to sleep at night, believing there were monsters in his closet. By the time he moved into the boys' dorm at Eden, he already knew every line in all the volumes, every episode of the show. Damian was ecstatic to hear Ewen and Emile were fans of the show like him, but they were never as enthusiastic about it as he was. He never blamed them for not loving it as much, though. For them it was just another cool show, but for Damian, "The Serpent's Orb" was a lifeline.

He took one of his favorite volumes from underneath his bed and began reading the first page. He usually reads through an entire volume in the matter of minutes, but he found it hard to concentrate during school break. His mind had been too occupied reliving the last time he saw that peanut-obsessed stalker. He did his best to call the night of the gala anything but magical, even if he did spend a good portion of it arguing with her.

Damian rubbed his eyes in hopes of erasing images of Anya dancing with him. He reread the page he stopped on. The main character read the mind of his best friend to find out what happened on the planet he visited. Damian hadn't really found this scene as interesting as many other fighting scenes up until that moment.

Mind reading, huh? - he pondered. It reminded him of the joke that dummy made at the gala. Damian knew better than to believe such an ability exists. This is the real world, not some cartoon or a comic.

I mean, imagine what life would look like if telepathy was real. You would know exactly what the other person thinks. If i could read minds, I'd have perfect grades! I would win every game of Old Maid and excel in every quiz! There's no one I wouldn't beat in every single football match! Bazooka Bill would fear me!

He kept daydreaming, chuckling to himself.

Until it hit him. He felt his stomach sink.

Didn't Anya make Bill cry when she dodged his every single throw, as if she knew what he was about to do? Didn't she know about some of the most embarrasing moments in Damian's life, like when Max pushed him into a pond on accident? Wasn't it Anya who won the first round of Old Maid, before she agreed to play another round because it seemed like she cheated? Didn't she somehow find out the bombs around their necks were fake in that damned bus, despite nobody ever hearing any of the terrorists say it?

Damian's mind was racing, going over every single interaction he's ever had with Forger. He stared wide-eyed at the pages in his lap, his face turning paler by the second. He dropped the comic from his hands as they were too shaky to hold it anymore.

In that moment, he was rethinking his entire existence. Is this life real? Is Anya real? Is he real? Is this all just a bad dream or some sort of a fictional simulation? Does he live in an actual cartoon?!

Damian didn't sleep that night. He barely managed to sleep every other night after that, counting the days before the beginning of the second semester.

He had some investigating to do.

And that's it for this one! I heard somewhere Damian imagined he's on a planet in Dragon Ball Z when he was "training" for the dodgeball match, so I took that fun fact and ran with it. That being said, I've never watched the anime or read the manga, I just searched up if it involves any telepathy. It's why I tried to keep it vague. I hope I didn't get anything wrong but let me know if I did!

I'll make a part two that will revolve around Anya finding out he knows.

Let me know what you think! Any feedback is appreciated! And thank you once again for reading my delulu little stories! Love you to the moon and back!

Byeeee <3

[ternfic]

Reboot

Chapter Nine

They finished rebuilding the spacecraft. It still had some of Rex’s signature dark blue and bright green, but mixed in with black, sky blue, and red, it wasn’t immediately recognizable as something of his anymore. He had to admit, the three of them really did work well together; the new ship was sleek, built for speed and stealth. Emmet crawled into one of the passenger seats in the back, and Lucy scooted in next to him, leaving Bad Cop as Rex’s copilot. Which suited him fine, really, Emmet was next to useless and having Lucy sit next to him was… well, he may have decided not to be mad at his old friends anymore, but it was still awkward.

“So do we have a plan for stopping the wedding yet?” Lucy asked.

“…We hadn’t gotten that far,” Emmet admitted.

“Well one way to do it would be to stop construction of the Temple-” Rex started.

“We’re not destroying it, Rex,” Emmet interrupted. “That’s what causes Armomageddon, and we don’t want that.” Lucy gave him a surprised look at how forcefully his words had come out.

“Aw, shit.”

Emmet gave Rex a startled look. “What?”

“We’ve got someone on our tail,” Bad Cop said, taking notice of the ship behind them as well.

“Buckle up!” Rex commanded. Emmet hastened to obey, knowing full well how his counterpart flew, and watched wide-eyed as a black and gold cruiser drew near and started firing on them.

“Who is that?!” the construction worker yelped.

“I saw that ship not too long ago, it landed at the spa and the two people in it talked to the General,” Lucy said, scowling in its direction.

“Mayhem’s two best scouts, Havoc and Discord,” Rex muttered, concentrating on evasive maneuvers. “They must have figured out I’m here, and they do not like me. Thought we’d have a little longer before they found us, though!”

“Anything I can do to help?” Bad Cop asked.

“Yeah get ready to shoot, I’m gonna try to get you lined up-”

Lucy could only stare in amazement at the aerobatics Rex put their ship through before finally shooting straight up in such a way even the Systarian ship couldn’t keep up with, and looping back so they were pointed right at it. Bad Cop took the opportunity and fired, managing to shoot off an aileron. The space orb wobbled a bit, but whoever was flying was easily as good a pilot as Rex, and they shot back. Lucy barely had time to gasp out a curse before the shot hit their ship, shattering it and scattering its occupants.

She flew helplessly through space, and realized with no small amount of wonder that she could still breathe. She barely had time to ponder that before the pod popped open to allow a figure in black armor to exit, and they flew straight for her. Unarmed and unable to control her flight path, she had no choice but to submit to capture.

Bad Cop could only lay on the floor in a daze after crashing through the window of one of the party buses. The loud music cut out immediately, and three familiar faces peered down at him with surprise and curiosity. They backed off as he sat up and rubbed at his eyes under his sunglasses.

“Bad Cop!” Unikitty cheered.

“You know this guy?” a Systarian asked, giving him a wary look.

“He’s a friend,” Benny answered, offering a hand to pull him back to his feet. “What are you doing here?”

Bad Cop’s first response was to curse softly before hurrying to repair the damaged window, lest the scouts come looking for him next. He’d just managed to get a glimpse of one of them grabbing Wyldstyle. That taken care of, he turned to his fellow Alterrans. “Looking for you, actually,” he finally answered.

What are the odds we’d crash into the bus they were on? Good Cop piped up.

Luck finally favors us for once, it seems.

“Well ye found us.” Metalbeard eyeballed him curiously. “Almost didn’t recognize ye, matey.”

“That’s rather the point.”

“You’re not hurt, are you?” Unikitty asked, giving him a worried look.

“We’re fine.”

“Why were you looking for us?” Benny pressed.

Bad Cop glanced around. There were maybe four Systarians present, including the driver, and they seemed even less capable of putting up a fight than Emmet. Unikitty let out a cry of shock as he leapt into action and knocked out the three humanoids, grabbing a rope light to tie them up with. “Put that radio down,” he growled at the driver, “and keep driving.” The zebra ducked his head and obeyed without question, and Bad Cop slammed shut the door between the cockpit and the cabin so they wouldn’t be overheard.

“What are you doing?!” Benny demanded.

“Rescuing you,” Bad Cop snapped back. “You’ve been brainwashed.”

“We have not!” Unikitty protested. “Just because we’re enjoying ourselves for the first time in years doesn’t mean we’ve been brainwashed-”

“No?” Bad Cop interrupted. “Cause you sure seemed taken in by the Queen’s song, back at the palace, won over in an instant by the promise of mere stuff.”

“Ye were there?”

“Yeah, we were, along with Emmet and his brother.” The three gave him a blank stare. “…You don’t remember. Of course.” He growled out a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair as he thought, his gaze landing on Benny’s right arm, seemingly restored. An idea came to him. “Ben, take off your glove. No, the other one.” The astronaut gave him a strange look but complied, pulling off his right glove.

“What’s this about?”

“Do you remember how you lost your arm?”

The three of them stared at him as though he’d grown two more heads. “You sure you didn’t hit your head on the way in?” Benny asked in growing concern and held his arm up, wiggling five fingers. “Cause it sure looks like my arm to me.” He fell still when Bad Cop grabbed his bared hand, rubbing his thumb over the back, and slowly started to hyperventilate.

He couldn’t feel the cop’s touch.

“What-”

“What are ye doin’ to him?!” Metalbeard roared.

“Benny! Benny it’s okay, breathe-”

“I’m not doing anything to him,” Bad Cop said, keeping his tone calm and even. “It’s a pretty convincing replacement, but it’s still a prosthetic.”

“My- my arm-” Benny gave Bad Cop a pleading look. “What happened??”

“I need you to try to remember yourself, Ben. Okay? But I’ll start you off- you lost it about two years into our fight against the Duplos.”

Benny took in a shuddering breath, staring down at where their hands were still joined. He still couldn’t feel a thing, no matter how hard he tried to imagine it. He focused hard, trying to remember. Fighting against the Duplos- that was a good place to start. Slowly it started to come back to him.

“We… we were fighting the Duplos, weren’t we?” Bad Cop nodded. “It was night…”

“That’s right.”

“They caught us by surprise that time. Someone threw a grenade- I got caught in the shrapnel-”

“It sent a sheet of steel right through your arm.”

“And several big pieces of glass elsewhere… I almost didn’t make it.” He closed his eyes, shaking. “How could I have forgotten…”

Unikitty worked her jaw wordlessly for a moment. “We really were brainwashed, weren’t we?” she finally asked. “I forgot, too- you destroyed Cloud Cuckooland.”

“I did.”

“And I still haven’t forgiven you for that.”

“You haven’t.”

“Ye mentioned Emmet- he be the Special, aye?”

Bad Cop nodded, relief washing through him. “That’s right.”

Benny sighed. “The one person in Apocalypseburg that never changed…” He startled. “Wait- he’s here too?!”

Bad Cop managed a smile. “Of course he is, you’re the best friends he’s ever had.”

“And we forgot him!” Unikitty wailed. “I feel so awful now!”

“It was the song, wasn’t it?” Benny realized. “We didn’t start to forget until she started singing- and then at the spa, that really catchy song-”

“Wyldstyle were right,” Metalbeard groaned. “And we were so ready to just write her off as paranoid…”

“But at least now you remember,” Bad Cop said. “Which is good because we’re going to need your help to stop the ceremony.”

“LUCY!!” Emmet screamed, reaching for her even as they were thrown from the ship in opposing directions. Rex had been quick to grab him, then tugged up a sleeve to press a button on his watch. “Rex, what-”

“Give it a second,” his counterpart said. After a minute, Emmet spotted Rex’s spacesuit flying toward them, and nearly panicked when he was released so the suit could wrap around its owner unimpeded. Properly suited up once again Rex grabbed hold of him and pulled him close once more. “Hold on tight.” Emmet nodded and squeezed as hard as he could manage. The suit’s wings flipped out and the jetpack’s thrusters kicked on, and Rex carried him toward the closest planet. It looked like they would be hiding on Suburbia yet again.

Rex touched down gently and finally nudged Emmet into letting go of him. Emmet made sure he had his footing, then bounced. “That was so cool, the thing with the suit! I mean it just went zoom right to you! How’d you figure out how to do that?!”

“I saw it in a movie once,” Rex said.

“You gonna keep it on this time?”

“Yeah,” Rex sighed. “No doubt they already told Mayhem I’m here. The whole system’s gonna be on alert now, no point in trying to hide anymore.” Emmet nodded. “Come on, we gotta figure out another way to the Temple.”

“But Rex, we gotta get Lucy-”

“She’ll probably be taken there anyway. As it is, we don’t have the time to focus on just her anymore. She can look after herself. We gotta stop the ceremony before it seals everyone’s fates.”

Emmet debated remaining stubborn, then deflated with a sigh, and nodded. “You’re right… Hey, you think it’d work if I just marched up there and yelled ‘I object’? That’s supposed to stop a wedding from happening, right?”

Rex chuckled. “Certainly seems to in the movies, but I’m not so sure it’ll work for this.”

“What if we can get to Batman, convince him to say no-”

“He probably won’t be outside the Queen’s company from now on,” Rex mused. “They’re too desperate for this to work to leave him alone to have second thoughts for even a moment.”

Emmet huffed at him. “Sure, just keep shooting down all my suggestions. You just want an excuse to fight, don’t you?”

“Em, I don’t think we’ll have a choice. Especially not now that Lucy and I have both kicked the hornets’ nest.” Emmet folded his arms and sulked for a moment, trying to think of any other ideas that might work, when something- or rather, someone- caught his eye. He dropped his arms and stared. “Emmet? What is it-” He followed the construction worker’s gaze, tilting his head. “…Huh.”

“President Business??”

[fujii-draws]

Guilt.

[Dadnoir fic I did. Title is pretty self explanatory]

———

Even after the Eevee and Riolu evolved into their respective forms… it did not change the fact that Dusknoir worried over the two.

He had always felt a need to protect both Ribbons and Aimilios. Sure they’ve conquered great things, greater than Dusknoir could have ever achieved… but those same achievements left huge targets on their backs, being one of Pokémon’s saviors and all; having many, many, run-ins with despicable Pokémon, looking to harm them. The two always assured him that they’d be fine, but it did very little to quell the ghost type’s fear of them getting seriously injured or harmed.

…Today was another day for Dusknoir; running his usual errands in Treasure town. It had originally been community service for his actions back then, but now he’s grown a certain fondness for helping other pokemon like he once did. Meanwhile Grovyle and Celebi were continuing to explore the past; with Ribbons and Aimilios doing their respective jobs. While Dusknoir occasionally offers to join the two; the Lucario and Sylveon politely declined his offer today.

After finishing his errands, Dusknoir went back to Sharpedo Bluff; hovering towards a near haystack. The ghost type floats down and sits on it, having need for a little bit of peace after the work he put in. Maybe he would take a nap; or perhaps read a book…? He fondly remembers a memory of when he read books to Aimilios back when he was just a Riolu pup.

He remembers just how enamored he was taking in all of the book’s contents while his little ruby eyes sparkled. Small excited barks would escape his mouth as he pointed at specific paragraphs, practically begging Dusknoir to emphasize on certain details that entranced the aura Pokémon- …Dusknoir could not but help but smile at those memories. Their mutual love for books and exploring had always been a joyful bonding experience for the two. Aimilios’s eagerness to learn was something Dusknoir always admired and loved about him…

“…” He shakes his head. He’s supposed to be resting. They’re both fine. They’re fine.

“Alright… perhaps…” He puts his finger under his chin, continuing to ponder possible ideas on what he should do with his free time. Maybe he could go to Spinda’s..! The Pokémon there are… Well- Dusknoir shouldn’t really use the word “Welcoming” when referring to himself... “Tolerant” seemed more fitting. Besides that, the drinks at the Cafè were simply divine. Drinkable beverages were an heavenly change of pace than the Inedible food of the future. You’d be considered lucky to find any Grimey food there. Thank Arcues those times have past…

Dusknoir slowly finds himself chuckling, recalling another memory. This time it was of Ribbons. He’s reminded of a time where she was drinking her Gray Gummi smoothie, when he told her a joke… He remembers the Eevee snorting- smoothie spraying from her nose. She held her snout with the both of her paws, in-which, despite in pain- was still laughing. Dusknoir himself had stared at the brown fox before processing the whole ordeal… before erupting with laughter; his stomach jaw unhinged. Her laugh had always been infectious, aswell as her unbridled whimsy.

“……….”

…Where were those two…?

Being left alone with his thoughts, his mind couldn’t help but constantly wander back to the Lucario and Sylveon. It was starting to get late. An orange evening glow begun to pierce through the maw of the Sharpedo… How many hours had it been since they left…?

“What if they got hurt…?” Dusknoir begins to think “What if they didn’t have any escape orbs on them…? What if one of the outlaws—“

Dusknoir held his hand under his eye, his pupil shrinking as the intrusive thoughts kept coming and coming… He knows he’s thinking irrationally. He knows those two are capable of keeping themselves and eachother safe….. but the intrusive thoughts would not stop. It really never was a surprise as to why he worried about those two. Ever since the first time he had met and saved them in Amp Plains, his need to protect the two had become instinct at that point. Seeing those two being harassed by those teenage Pokémon awoke something in the black specter… A feeling he thought he had lost a long time ago from his time in the future… compassion.

….But after Amp plains; his mind wanders to the beach- A smile slowly crept on his face when he realized who they were. He even had the gall to feign having a “friendship” with them. Dusknoir remembers just how happy those two looked when he considered them to be his friends- Confiding and looking for guidance from him- how much they trusted him. Looking back at it now makes something in his chest hurt.

…Then his mind wanders to Crystal lake; knowing he could’ve had one less target if he had let Grovyle kill Aimilios… but his body moved faster than his mind could; emotions overwhelming Dusknoir as he rushed in to save the riolu out of pure adrenaline and fear-

…To the end of the day. That day. When he.. he…

…

…..Guilt.

That was another reason.

How many other monsters were out there? Monsters like him? Who could take advantage of them, and do the same damage he’d done? If not worse? He knew what he did to them- how he stabbed both of them in the back… They were children. Mere children. And he was ready to take their lives all for the sake of self preservation.

Things have finally healed between the three. Ribbons and Aimilios even beginning to refer to him as “dad” a couple of months ago, and as much joy as he felt when they did… he was wracked with guilt… So much guilt.

Grovyle and Celebi often comfort Dusknoir during those times. He’s still not sure how he’s managed to find two wonderful partners. It felt too good to be true for someone who’s done so many horrible things.

He doesn’t deserve this.

He doesn’t deserve any of this.

Forgiveness for his actions?

Pokémon who care about him?

…

His chest hurts even more.

“Maybe.” He wonders. “Maybe he would’ve been better off dead. Maybe he shouldn’t have come back.”

…He didn’t deserve to come back.

He should’ve disappeared.

…

…How much time had past…? The ghost type hears two familiar sounding Pokémon calling out his name, in worry no less, but why?-

…

His face feels wet.

(…Oh.)

He runs his hand over his eye, wiping the black tears running down his face while he was spiraling.

(Oh.)

Ribbons and Aimilios waste almost no time rushing to his side; the Sylveon wiping his tears with one of her ribbon-like feelers; gently wrapping the other 2 around his arm. Aimilios’s bands on his head begin to float, sensing Dusknoir’s aura for the cause of distress as Ribbons’ with her feelers.

“…Ah.” The Sylveon and Lucario perk up, looking up at the ghost type’s pained expression in unison. “…Forgive me…I did not mean to cause a scene… I’m alright now…”

The two did not accept that.

Despite Ribbon’s feelers and Aimilios’s aura sensing, it did not take a genius to know what Dusknoir was so upset about. Both looking at eachother; Aimilios’s expression morphing into a melancholic one as Ribbon’s does determined; already understanding what to do.

Dusknoir closes his eye, unable to face the two any longer; just wanting to be left alone. It’s all someone like him deserves.

“…Just… go…”

The two look at him, probably the most worried they’ve been in months.

“…Please...”

They’ve… They’ve never seen Dusknoir so… broken... All three sitting is complete silence.

”…Great” Dusknoir thinks. “Now you’ve fallen so low as to guilt trip them. Now they have to waste their sympathies on a pokemon like you”-

But before he can react…. he feels the embrace of two Pokémon.

“Wh- What are you two…?-“

“…It’s okay…W-We know…” the Lucario whispers, slightly choking on his words “You don’t have to say anything…..”

“We… we already forgave you… didn’t we…?” The pink ribboned pokemon protests, tears threatening to fall from her eyes; her cheeks flushed with red. “So just stop!!… Stop beating yourself up over it..!!”

“…You should hate me…” Dusknoir states, unaware of himself beginning to spiral again “After everything I’ve done- how can you two still?!-”

“LOOK AT US FOR ARCUES’ SAKE!!” Ribbon’s shouts; snapping the ghost type pokemon out of it.

…Dusknoir slightly opens his eye after Ribbon’s demand… having the courage to look at the pokemon he wronged so many years ago… only for it to open to a teary eyed Sylveon and Lucario.

“…Do…?” Aimilios laments.

“…Do we look like we hate you…….?”

Those words almost break something in Dusknoir. Ribbons and Aimilios continue to stare at him, seemingly waiting for an answer.

But… there’s no need for one.

He looks at the two; feeling his tears to begin resurface.

Dusknoir slowly reaches out to Aimilios and Ribbons’ faces; his arms slightly trembling. He begins to use the same hands he had once used to bring harm to the Lucario and Sylveon to gently wipe away their tears; both of them leaning into his touch without hesitation. What follows suit is another embrace- Dusknoir finally reciprocating this time.

He hugs Ribbons and Aimilios as if they were to disappear at any moment. Like his life depended on it. The next few minutes are followed by quiet sobbing, laughter, and bittersweet hugs from all three. No words are spoken, exchanged, or shared.

…Dusknoir is… slightly humored by the memory of when he used to comfort Ribbons and Aimilios when they were still an Eevee and Riolu… and now they’re they’re the ones comforting him. How the tables have turned.

…Despite most of their tears seemingly coming to a stop… they do not detach from eachother. Both Ribbons and Aimilios still hugging Dusknoir, as he holds them close.

“Dusknoir…” He looks at them.

“We love you…” Aimilios softly hugging him, hoping the words will go through to Dusknoir if he does.

“Even…!!” Ribbons strengthening her embrace on Dusknoir; still very emotional from the past few minutes “E-Even when you don’t…”

…He feels his eye begin to water again.

He doesn’t know if he’ll ever forgive himself.

He doesn’t know if he’ll ever come to peace for what he did.

…But.. He holds them closer.

They do.

…All three of them fall into a slumber shortly afterwards; Grovyle and Celebi returning to a sleeping Dusknoir, Sylveon, and Lucario; the two younger Pokémon softly snoring in ghost-type’s arms while Dusknoir holds them; all three of their eye’s dried out from the tears they’d shed.

“…You think we missed something?” Celebi giggles to herself.

“…No.” Grovyle responds, leaning on the doorway smiling. “I don’t think we did.”

[beeandheroddobsessions]

Bless The Telephone

Pairing: Elvis x f!reader

Summary: On a day where the reader feels more than alone, the telephone comes to the rescue.

Warnings: Hurt comfort, lonliness, self-doubt. let me know if I missed any!

A/N: My heart is broken at how much i had to remove because of tumblrs’ character limit. Worry not, I linked the original full verson at the end for those interested! The song below, Bless the telephone, was the insipiration for this piece. The original by labi, and the cover by sperpent with feet are two of my faorite songs and they both fit so well. you don’t have to listen to either but i highly recomend listening to one or the other. It’ll set the tone!

Today was not a good day. You sat, alone and tired. The house had never seemed so empty and colorless. Honestly, it was a sad sight. The clouds in the sky were identical to the one looming over your head. They all seemed to mock you as you searched for sunshine within the desolate space. That gray sky filled with rain appears to laugh at you as you tried to find a resolution. There isn't anything for you to do except sit and think.

The words that float through your head are only comforting for a moment. It starts innocently enough with your best friend, Mr. Elvis Presley himself.

You can't help but think of his ultramarine orbs and how they match your current mood. The thought is enough to make you giggle. Next, it's that award-winning smile; there's something about it that leaves a warmth spreading through your body. When you see it, you're home. He is your home. That little thought confuses you. Where did that come from? you ask yourself. You push it aside as you continue to ponder, which brings you to his cheeks. No matter how much he's grown into himself, they've managed to stay chubby, almost cherub-like. Things begin to look a bit brighter as you think of him. Of course, it doesn't stop there. You mull over how he squeezes your sides when he hugs you or never strays far when you are together. His voice, god, that voice. The sound is butter-smooth and secure, truly a gift from above. When it graces your ears, nothing compares. Everything makes sense; When he sings, it's something angelic, and when he speaks, you can't help but conclude that his voice is why the stars align or the sun shines bright.

That's when it all comes crashing down. You realize you love him. At this moment, it is abundantly clear. You are so deeply in love with your best friend. There's a pang in your chest as you realize the source of your agony. It becomes a little harder to breathe, and your eyes sting as your mind shifts gears—the soft drumming of the rain against the windows is the only sound you hear as you delve into self-destruction. What if he doesn't feel the same? What if I'm stuck as his best friend. Something ear-piercing interrupts your attack on yourself. You glance up and wonder what has released you from the cage that is your mind—the Telephone. Though you aren't in any speaking mood, hearing a voice other than your own is an opportunity you can't pass up.

The ringing stops, you fear you've missed your chance to escape. A moment passes, but before you can settle back into your stupor, the phone begins to ring again. This time, it sounds as though it's begging you to answer. You wonder who it could be; a telemarketer? Your mother? A misdial? Either way, you refuse to miss the chance at interaction, so you lift the receiver off the hook. Then, you hear it, the sweet sound that brings you solace.

"Y/N? You there?" Your breath hitches, and your mouth seems to malfunction. A second's passing feels like an eternity, but you manage to choke out a response. "Yes, E, I'm here." There's a pause that leaves an unsettling feeling in the air. "How are things with you, darlin'?" He asks. You twirl the phone's cord as you bite back a smile. "Things are just fine, El. How are you?" Elvis lets out a light chuckle " I know that ain't true, baby." Frozen, you are absolutely frozen.

Baby? That's never let his mouth in regards to you. Sure, he's got his share of nicknames for you, but none so intimate.

"What do ya mean, E?" You murmur out. He huffs, "Things can’t be fine for you 'cause they ain't fine for me."

You’re all ears now. "What's wrong, Elvis? Somethin' happen?" another pause, "Y/N..." he says, soft and low. You wait for him to continue. "Y/N, I just need you to listen, okay?"

Now your mind is running at a mile a minute. Did something happen? Does he have a girl now? "Y/N?" You shake your head to clear your thoughts. "Yes? Sorry, I'm still here; I'm listening. What is it, El?"

"Baby, listen,I'm in love with ya. So damn in love, it hurts. It hurts when you're far, when I can't hug you, when all I've got is a shirt with your perfume on it, even when I don't hear your voice. All of it hurts, baby. You don't have to say nothin' if you don't feel the same. I've waited all day long to hear from ya, now that I have the time, I don't want to waste it. W-We can pretend I never said anything. I just needed to-" 

"Elvis!” You interrupt his rambling.“I feel the same way too. I’m in love with you" you say, a smile forming on your lips. "You messin' with me, doll? 'cause that ain't funny." You shake your head as if he could see it.

"No, Elvis, I'm not jokin'. You take me away from the feeling of being alone. Without you, I'm lost. I love you, so much." He lets out a breath of relief. "Can I come see ya, baby?" If you smile any harder, you'll get stuck.

"Of course, honey. Please be safe-" The dial tone replaces your love's voice, and you let out a small laugh. You stand in the middle of the room, processing what happened. Before you know it, there's a knock at the door. You just about rip it off the hinges. There he stands, in all his glory.

No words are exchanged. He pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, peppering little kisses down your neck. He floods your senses; the soft earthy smell accompanying him is almost too much. as you stand in his embrace, you look up at the sky.

The rain has stopped, and the clouds have gone. The sun smiles down on two halves now made whole. This time, the squeeze on your heart and the tears in your eyes are bliss. The two of you part, and he makes his way inside, still holding your hand.

You pass the device that brought your sunshine as he navigates through the hall into the front room. Elvis plops down on the brown sofa, dragging you with him. His arms fall around your waist naturally, and his head finds a home in the crook of your neck. "I'm sorry I waited so long to say somethin' satnin." You find yourself denying his blame. "You're timing was perfect; thank you for calling me, El."

He lifts his head, and those icy blues meet your love-stricken orbs. His gaze drops to your lips and quickly flickers back up to your eyes. You cup his face, fingers grazing over stubble as you lean in. As marshmallow soft lips meet your own, you have only one thought.

Bless the telephone.

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[gentaro-kinniecom]

hihi! may i rq kaoru x fem reader where the reader is a mermaid? :3 thank you! <3

Destiny was made for us

Characters: Kaoru Hakaze/fem!reader

C/w: none! 2k+ words, fluff, mermaid!reader, a bit of fighting and angst but it has a happy ending. Kaoru might be ooc but he’s still a flirty mf 😞 HELP tooth-rotting fluff ew (AWEEUSNSNXND) slightly suggestive in some parts?? (Up to the readers pov i guess)

A/n: Hii !! This post is super long so I apologize for the extensive paragraphs LMAO also I just started my senior year so I might be more busy in school, but I’ll try to post and update as much as I can, thank you all for your follows, likes and the many support you’ve given me, it means a lot!! I hope you enjoy this <33

The sea calls out for him. It was a weird feeling, walking towards the sea during such a late hour. His friends adviced Kaoru to not even dare go so late out, he didn't listen nor believed in what his friends said about mermaids. Kaoru thought it was something out of a fairy tail, that wasn't real and that his friends were pranking him about the matter. It wasn't until he went that day, that he realized his friends were more than right.

But it was too late, Kaoru felt mesmerized by the ocean, noticing a faint glow peaking out from the dephs of the sea. He suddenly saw what he thought was a tail, from a mermaid? His body pulling itself towards the current, eyes locked on the now strong glow. Kaoru locked eyes with the person (?) in front of him, the thing is, it wasn't a human, but a mermaid who's eyes reflected the ocean.

"ah so you're a human?" the mermaid asked as kaoru smiled, feeling his body sit on the ocean floor, the mermaid's hands on his cheeks as she suddendly gasped

"oh right! you can't breathe.." she spoke, taking the new man she had met to the shore as he coughed up water, looking around as he saw the tail from earlier and turning towards her. In a moment of shock, Kaoru got aback, looking at her as she laughed, returning to the ocean as Kaoru stared in shock, leaving the beach and silently promising himself to come back some other day.

Undead had a photoshoot a few days after the encounter Kaoru had in the same beach as before. He wondered around, looking to see if the mysterious mermaid would appear before him once more. The photoshoot ended within a few hours, Kaoru had stayed back, waiting for the right moment as he saw her again. She laid in the sand, smiling at Kaoru who was admiring her beautiful features.

"i believe i have yet to know your name" the mermaid spoke, her tail shimmering under the afternoon sun as he sat beside her, looking at the sea as he replied

"Kaoru. Kaoru Hakaze, what's yours?" He asked, short and simple but it made her smile. It has been a long time since she's ever had an interaction with a human once more.

"Y/n, I'm sorry for nearly drowning you yesterday, I didn't think you would be that curious to follow me into the depths of the ocean" She replied, joining Kaoru who was still admiring the ocean view, Y/n suddenly joined the waves, noticing that Kaoru had stood up briefly to watch as she swam happily, coming back to shore and waiting for Kaoru to bring up the conversation again.

"Well..I just felt like I had to do it. Something was telling me to follow you, weird isn't it?" Kaoru joined her in the seashore, staring at her e/c orbs, she was just so pretty, almost like a siren in disguise, waiting for the right moment to drown him in the ocean to her heart's content. But it wasn't that way, she was just as in awe as him. His light brown eyes complementing his dark blonde mullet styled hair that flowed with the wind.

"no I get that, how long are you staying at the resort?" y/n inquired, sitting in the seashore, feeling the waves pull at her body as Kaoru did the same, he smiled shorty before replying to her.

"about a month or so? I haven't spoken to my managers about that" He sheepishly spoke, scratching the back of his neck slightly as she pondered, then speaking

"your..manager? Do you sing? I've seen many idols come by sometimes and seen their performances from up close..when i have the chance every few moons or so" He frowned, not understanding the words that she had just spoken, y/n smiled before explaining what she meant by that

"I can turn into a human, it happens during some change the sun and moon form together, I cannot control it and which is why..I have a small house from here, it truly is my second home" Y/n spoke, truthfully, noticing Kaoru had been attently listening to her. It seemed what she spoke of, was happening right in front of him.

"Is it such a coincidence how you changed after you said that?" He asked, looking at her and the new form she adquired after leaving the ocean, her tail had 'magically' changed into legs like his. Y/n still had a rough time getting herself used to her new form, nearly tripping as she felt Kaoru's hands holding her to prevent that from happening again.

"apperantly it is, my father had warned that it could happen again and this time it may be permanent" Kaoru's face expressed worry for her, they began walking together in the beach, their footprints dissapearing once the waves met the sandy shore as they talked about their lives, and how different both of them were, but of course, the sea and land are two completely different worlds.

"So your father is a legend in your hometown?" Y/n nodded, she crouched down to look at the sea shells and pretty rocks as Kaoru picked some up, offering them to her as she smiled.

"Somewhat, I just had the bad luck of getting this curse that I can't even control, there's a sea witch that offered me help but I can't give her what she's asking for in exchange"

"What could she probably ask in exchange?" Kaoru questioned, sitting on a nearby bench that was a bit far from the beach itself and in the park that was right beside it. He offered her a seat beside him, noticing how she fidgeted with her hands, looking a bit nervous as she answered him.

"My soul. Strange, isn't it? It would be useless to give up something as precious and life giving as that to be able to control what I can't in the first place." His eyes slightly widened at the reveal, Kaoru wasn't expecting that, he didn't know if to comfort her or just straight up do nothing.

"That..really is something, I'm sorry"

"Don't be, it's not your fault, I don't need any pity as well. Its just, things that happen you know?" Kaoru disagreed, expressing his thoughts later on.

"But those things aren't common, anywhere! I know we come from different areas, but you shouldn't have to do something so extreme like that" She wasn't expecting that, looking at Kaoru who was already glancing at her, eyes with a faint sparkle that she noticed, he wondered if it was really destiny that brought them together

"I know, maybe its a good thing we met then. When's your next concert?" She asked as Kaoru accompanied Y/n to the small beach house around the corner, it was beautifully decorated on the outside, the inside had little to not much furniture, it seemed the amount of times she would visit here weren't so frequent as he thought it would be.

"Nice house, I'm asuming you rarely come by right?" Kaoru asked, she slightly smiled and laughed as he did the same.

"Yeah, my apologies for not being able to offer you anything at the moment, I wasn't expecting this to happen so soon." He digressed, sitting on one of the stools from the kitchen, soon answering Y/n

"Its in about a week from here, why? You're planning on going?" She smiled, nodding as they later on, stood out on the front porch.

"Its getting late, your friends might get worried, I'll go see you in a week, I promise" With those final words, Kaoru bid her a goodnight and left towards the nearby resort, thinking about tonight’s events as he soon fell into a deep slumber.

The week went by so fast, Kaoru couldn't believe it as he stood in front of the big mirror in his dressing room. Looking at the clock and silently wishing Y/n would keep her promise of being there to see him perform. As Undead began their performance, Kaoru spotted Y/n in a (f/c) summer dress as she waved at him softly. During the entire concert, he couldn’t help but stare at her, smiling every once in a while in her direction as she reciprocated her own. After it had ended, Kaoru requested for her presence in his dressing room.

“You called?” She asked, closing the door behind her as Kaoru smiled, noticing that she was cold from the air conditioning in the room, he quickly grabbed one of his favorite coats, placing it on her arms as she thanked him

“Well yeah, I wanted to know if you liked the concert” Kaoru replied, allowing her to sit on his couch as she smiled, noticing how Kaoru looked..different from all those days ago, his aura was radient, it almost seemed as if he felt at peace with her, and she felt at home with him.

“Of course I did, I didn’t pin you to be the flirting type” Y/n laughed, seeing how Kaoru suddenly leaned closer towards her, slowly making her back hit the couch while Kaoru chuckled, caressing her face as she laid there for a moment, realizing the compromising position

“Why? Are you into flirty guys?” She pushed him back, feeling a bit embarrassed as he smiled, softly ruffling her hair while Kaoru stood up, Y/n following as they walked outside towards the beach like usual

“I guess it’s things I rarely see in my hometown, there’s no one I’m really interested in. They’re all after the same thing, to become the next heir to a great fortune my ancestors left behind” His eyes widen slightly, pouting a bit as he enjoyed the night breeze at the beach alongside who he knew was his soulmate, two souls destined to meet each other and spend the rest of their lives together. His hand intertwined with hers, kissing the top of hers as she smiled, listening to his words with awe

“I know we barely met about two weeks ago, but I can promise you, those guys are jerks, they don’t deserve anything that you have” Kaoru’s words touched her heart, which was beating at about a hundred miles, she had never felt this way before, perhaps this curse..wasn’t that terrible at all

“You’re right, they were, and still are. Tell me Kaoru, do you believe in true love, or are you just flirting with any woman you come across?” The question snapped him out of the daydream he had while gazing at the moon that reflected on the ocean. Kaoru turned towards Y/n, smiling as he moved a bit closer to her, not letting go of her hand as he answered her question

“I’ve flirted with many girls-“ he paused, taking in Y/n’s face for a moment and continuing “-but I do believe in true love, I think I found the one” He smiled, glancing at her again, his grip on her hand tightened.

“Really? I think so too” They smiled and looked away as teenagers feel when they’re in love with each other. She quickly dragged Kaoru towards a nearby cave that revealed a beautiful waterfall at the very end of it

“It’s..absolutely breathtaking Y/n, how did you find this place?” He looked around in awe as she let go of his hand, walking towards the waterfall as she sat down in one of the rocks inside the big pond that accompanied it.

“When I turned into a human for the first time, I came across it, and just knew I had to bring whom I think would be my true love” He felt his heart burst, sitting beside her, not believing the words that she had just spoken

“..me? You really think so?” Y/n nodded, leaning closer towards Kaoru as he held her hands, now stumbling together in the pond, getting their clothes wet as they laughed, hugging each other for a while

After a while, Kaoru took her back to her small beach house, standing in the doorway. It was a bit of an awkward moment even though they technically confessed to one another.

“Have you ever kissed someone Kaoru?” Y/n wondered, observing how he stood closer, his eyes scanning her face before pulling Y/n into his embrace

“I..haven’t. Why? Do you want to kiss?” She averted her gaze to the floor, he smiled, placing his hand on her chin, making her look up as he leaned forward, close enough for her to hold her breath

“Yeah, I guess you could say that” And with that, their lips met, his hands on her waist softly as they kissed under the moonlight. As they parted away, she couldn’t believe he would just kiss her like that at her request

“Just so you know, I wouldn’t kiss anyone else even if they asked, I want to be yours Y/n, even if you eventually turn back into your normal state, I’ll keep loving you” She smiled, tear-eyed as he kissed her forehead lovingly. Her hands holding him tightly, not wanting to let go.

“I think I’m in love with you Kaoru” Y/n confessed, feeling as Kaoru kissed her again, this time she was pinned against her front door, his hands remained on her waist, parting away while panting heavily.

“Me too, I can’t live without you. It’s like I’ve known you for a long time” Her eyes widen a bit, noticing the necklace he wore as she touched it.

“Wait, Kaoru have we met before? This necklace..you were the guy I met three years ago! I gave you this necklace, it has my hometown’s most precious gem.” His brain clicked the pieces together, that one summer where he went on vacation with his family and met a girl his age, making necklaces on the shore as he sat beside her…it was Y/n this entire time

“I’ve always knew I’d find you some day, I haven’t forgotten about it ever since I began wearing the necklace” She hugged him, sobbing in his arms, not believing that destiny was real and how it favored them so.

Years later, they got engaged, getting married at the same beach they met for the first time, Y/n’s family heard of the news, and now that her life finally found a balance, the curse was no more. She could easily change between human and mermaid form, her family already knowing how to do so and being able to assist their wedding. It was the best day ever for them. Wearing beautiful outfits and crying during their vows, their love was unmatched for any circumstance that occurred in their lifes, and now as Husband and Wife, Kaoru was more than happy to settle down together, taking a small hiatus from his group to tend to his loving wife.

“I don’t regret ever marrying you my love, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me” He smiled, kissing Y/n dearly as they laid in their new bed, taking in how exhausting yet fun the wedding was.

“Me neither, I’m glad its you, even my family approves of you, trust me when they said they are visiting frequently from now on” They laughed, now sitting up and looking from their bedroom window the sunset and the ocean. Two different worlds, colliding to achieve peace between them. In perfect harmony, holding hands as they felt their connection towards one another stronger, this was the beginning of something truly beautiful.

[theflashdriver]

Out of Body, Out of Mind: Chapter 2 (A Silvaze Fanfic)

This all felt like a bit much, but Silver wasn't really sure how to get out of this situation.

A chaise lounge had been brought out to the palace courtyard, a thick yet somehow comfortable fireproof blanket draped over the top of it. Before him, on a large low table, was a veritable sprawl of both medicine and food, ranging from fruit to sandwich platters, lemonade, water, ice cream, painkillers, lozenges, eyedrops, cotton buds, and so much more. At his head, despite Blaze's protest, stood Gardon; armed with a large feathered fan and gently wafting cool air into his face. Well, it was supposed to be cool air; the time traveller hadn't really felt anything in the way of temperature since they'd arrived here.

The real Blaze, still trapped in his body, was knelt on the ground nearby with a pencil and notebook in hand. At first he thought she was sketching him in this ludicrous lounging pose, before quickly realising she was formulating a plan. They didn't have Chaos Emeralds, but they had Sol Emeralds and the Jewelled Sceptre to hand. Getting back to the other world to help their friends was the easy part- but swapping bodies like this, that was totally new.

He plucked another apple from the table, feeling the wind beat over him even if the cold wasn't traveling with it. He bit, finding the fangs he'd thoroughly pierced his lip and tongue with glided very easily through the apple's flesh and cleanly towards the core. Tasting with another person's mouth was strange; Blaze's body seemed to register apples as significantly more tart than they'd tasted in his old mouth- they were almost a sickly sort of sweet. To be honest, he could see why the princess defaulted toward the savoury over sugary with the pallet he was currently experiencing.

Marine reached for her third tub of chocolate ice cream, a feat he wouldn't dare attempt in this form. Come to think of it, they hadn't really had an opportunity to discuss... limits for their time stuck like this. Hopefully they'd get some time alone to figure all that out, make certain they were both as comfortable as they could be.

Out of the corner of his eye Silver watched as Blaze, a slight pondering pout on her lips, thumbed through chest fur which had been his up until very recently. She seemed to catch herself, their gazes crashed into each other before quickly splitting. Well, it seemed like she was making herself comfortable. He supposed that he was laying-

"Blaze," Hearing his own voice was still so strange, "Your hand is..."

The new pyrokinetic looked to the apple in his hand, only to find it had become little more than a burning orb. Rising to sit, the current cat threw the fruit to the hard stone floor of the courtyard. After a flurry of stomping strikes the fire finally died down, leaving no more than a faintly glowing husk and the scent of smoke. He double checked across his body finding no more flames, but wasn't ready to lie back down yet. He stayed seated, daring to throw another glance in Blaze's direction only to catch her concern.

"Thank you," He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze fell to the ground.

She was doing so well in his body- managing to fly and quell the flames he conjured; the guardian was even comfortable enough to tug at his chest fur as she pondered! Meanwhile he was just sat still, being waited on hand and foot not only by those who thought he was the guardian but by her too. He couldn't use her powers properly, he couldn't even walk in her body. How could he let himself be so useless?

His eyes lingered on the cat's pointed shoes.

Why did Blaze even wear heels? If he could barely stand in them, how did she manage all of her running in them, let alone fighting? Her balance must have been even better than he thought... but that skill hadn't transferred when they swapped bodies. Then again, even ignoring balance, it wasn't as if he was used to any of this body.

Silver looked to Blaze's hands, how slender her fingers were. He had always thought of Blaze as more muscular than him, but that muscle was dense and slim. Her strength was like tightly wound cord or a densely knotted braid, deceptive in its toughness. The once psychic could feel that power first hand now; every time he clenched his fist or turned his head. She was honed like a well smithed blade- his own body had muscle but it was more like a roughly shaped hammer, only strong in the obvious places.

Those light fingers grazed along her outer thigh before he reached to clench at a bicep. He'd always thought of Blaze as healthier than him; that of the two of them, she was more physically fit. Being in her body should have felt like a breath of fresh air rather than stifling. If she could handle his form, he should have been able to handle hers. He couldn't just sit here, totally useless!

The new fire wielder clenched his fists and curled his toes. After one more deep breath, Silver rose to stand. The moment he'd stabilised, he began to pace across the courtyard.

"What are you doing?" Silver heard Blaze pipe up, "You need to rest."

"If I'm going to help our friends, I need to get..." Silver hesitated, feeling Gardon and Marine's gaze upon him. He didn't want to worry them any worse than they already were, let alone give away the truth, "Better. I need to regain control of myself."

As if to emphasise that point, Silver felt himself stumble over his heels. That panic and the wave of his arm brought with it a heat that spread down from his shoulder to encase the entirety of his right arm. The moment he regained his footing, managing to stand still, he froze with that blazing limb extended before him.

Silver had been on fire before, he'd been burned both by Blaze herself and various foes across their time together, but this felt nothing like that. The dancing of flames from up his fingertips to just beyond his elbow was an endlessly repetitive sensation, it was as if he had plunged his arm deep into a soft bush or pile of leaves and was endlessly twisting it around. The sensation wasn't unpleasant, it didn't hurt or even strain the muscles nearby, but it was distracting. He couldn't pull his attention away from the flames, they played in his mind endlessly.

He whipped his arm, attempting to shake out the flame. This choice proved poor as the fire instead rolled to launch from the end of his limb, flying into the air only to burst against the nearby palace wall. A cringe creased his muzzle as the fire flickered out, leaving a dark scorch mark on the once pristine white bricks. Despite that effort, burning light still prickled in his palm even though it had slid from the rest of his forearm.

"Are you certain this is the best route of action, your highness?" Gardon piped up, "I could have you drawn a bath if rest isn't coming to you easily; it might help you cool-

"That won't be necessary," Blaze had jumped to her feet, glaring daggers at the royal guard, but quickly caught herself and turned away, "Sorry."

"As we told you, Gardon, our friends need us. I've rested for long enough, I need to regain control so that we can head back and help them," Silver confirmed, "Besides, I've got Silver here with me. If anything goes wrong, he can help me."

"If you are certain, Princess Blaze," Gardon bowed.

"I would recommend that you and Marine vacate the courtyard as swiftly as possible," Blaze followed on, "There may be some further collateral damage."

"If you think that's for the best..." The koala's eyes bounced back to the one he thought was Blaze for confirmation.

"Yeah, that seems smart," Silver looked to Marine only to find her keeled over, she'd only made it halfway through the third tub of ice cream before crashing, "And anyway, I think she needs to lie down more than I do..."

The elder koala picked up the raccoon, gave another half bow, and then quickly left for the palace interior. Quiet once again swelled to fill the courtyard, the stone walls that surrounded them were thankfully without windows. Without the prior pair here, the odds were that they would go mostly unwatched.

"You don't have to strain yourself," Blaze broke the quiet, "I'm still planning what to do next, considering tomes with pertinent information. Diaries of prior monarchs, studies performed on the Sol Emeralds. Very few texts discuss the travel using the emeralds; if body swapping like this has happened before in my world's history, I will be able to find it."

"But what if it hasn't happened before, what if we have to go back to our friend's world while we're still stuck like this?" The cat countered, "I'll be dead weight if we need to battle with Eggman. The Master Emerald was destroyed; even if it's not needed to fix this, it's our easiest path back here afterwards."

"You know how difficult it was for me to tame my flames," The hedgehog reminded him. "It's not something you can learn a day, let alone mere minutes."

Blaze's relationship with her power had always been tumultuous; when they'd first met, the cat had scarcely been able to stop burning once she started. Pyrokinesis and her control over it had come to define much of Blaze's personality, not to mention her history. She had managed to sacrifice herself because that power was embedded in her soul- it was frankly surprising that it hadn't lingered with her following whatever kind of swap had occurred between them. Was she feeling a new found freedom now? With her wearing his face, it was difficult to tell.

"If it's to help you, and our friends, I'll do whatever it takes. Teach me," He stumbled to close the distance between them, snatching up her hand to hold it in hers, "I'm not going to let myself be a burden while you're doing all the work. I'll get control of this and then I'll help you, I promise," The size difference in their hands played on his mind in a way it hadn't before, "I don't need to know how to control the flames, just how to quell them. If I can keep myself from catching on fire at every little surprise, get comfortable enough in your body that I can run and throw a few punches, I think we'll get this done a lot faster," A strange sensation entered his mind; the much longer tail of Blaze's true body had come to slip behind around a waist that had once been his, "Please, Blaze."

"My face does not suit your mannerisms..." She tutted, looking away, "Take off the heels," Blaze bluntly commanded, "Teaching you to control my power is going to be tough enough; we don't need to add balance training on top of that."

"Thank you Blaze!" He felt fangs brush his lips as he beamed, dropping to sit on the ground as he popped the heels off, "I promise, I'll do exactly what you say. I'll pick this up in record time."

"Do you have to look at me like that?" She'd turned away again.

"Like what?" He tilted his head.

"The expressions you're making, they all..." She was staring at the wall, Silver swear he saw hints of embarrassment and disgust cross his prior muzzle, "They don't suit my face. It's like you're trying to make me look..." A word seemed to carry a repulsive weight on the new psychic's tongue, "Cute."

"I don't think I'm doing anything?" He blinked, jumping back to his feet only to find himself still having to peer up at his prior face, "Oh, wow. It's weird being this much shorter..."

She rolled her eyes, stepping back to put a little bit of distance between them, "Just be quiet and listen. If you can't manage this, then you'll go back to lying down until I sort this all out."

"Alright, it's a deal," He affirmed, "We can do this, I'm sure of it!"

Beaming wide, the moment he made that boisterous claim Silver felt his skin prickle. A glance down to his body showed a not so thin aura of flames had manifested to dance across the entirety of his body, swirling and arching in a series of lines, spirals, arcs, and swaying like ribbons all the while. He wasn't in control of it at all; the energy was bounding free of his form.

"You need to control your emotions. Keep your thoughts calculated and focused above all else. Control when your feelings are unleashed and how much they bubble to the surface, repression and release are key to controlling pyrokinesis," The hedgehog claimed, stealing back his gaze, "I know that's goes against what you usually do but-

"I'll try, whatever it takes to help!" At his boisterous insistence, the orange and red heat rose to consume up to his shoulders. This was getting dangerous.

"If you're ever really struggling, you should breathe out and try to hold it," She sighed, "Robbing the flames of their oxygen has prevented me from dealing serious damage before."

Silver caught himself, the flames had spread like a cowl to consume the entirety of his frame. He did as she'd commanded, blowing out through his mouth. Perhaps it was due to Blaze's own experience of performing this control measure, but there wasn't as much of a tightness in his chest as he had anticipated. How often had she held her breath like this, afraid of exploding and destroying all she cared about? Could the cat really keep such a concentrated reign on her emotions at all times? It wasn't as though he'd noticed her holding her breath often, this must have been a technique from back when she was a child. The simplest, most rudimentary, method of controlling her power...

The flames across his form did die down a little, but the moment he sucked in a fresh breath they began to billow once more; embers began to drift away from his purple frame. His jaw clenched as he tried again, quickly releasing another breath. Blaze was right, this was hard.

"What were you thinking about?" She asked, "You clearly aren't controlling your thoughts."

"I was thinking about you," He confessed as the flames burned brighter, "About how often you've had to concentrate like this. How hard you must work to maintain your concentration at all times..."

"Silver," Hearing her brand of tough concern in his voice was so confusing, "There comes a point where it becomes second nature, something of a constant background focus. You're starting anew gaining control. You can't afford to concern yourself with my struggles now. You're the one on fire; you're the one facing this peril."

He couldn't see the purple feline form beneath him any more, and his companion ahead was being blocked by an ever shifting wall of flames. This was getting to be too much, the endless sensation raking through his fur and over his skin no longer felt like the brush of leaves but instead an endless array of fingers clawing and grasping deeper. It was like the flames were trying to tear him apart; trying to make him vanish into the fire or become one with it. Was it consuming him?

"Try counting down for as long as you can hold your breath, shut your eyes if you have to!" Blaze shouted, scarcely audible over the roar of fire, "You can't let your thoughts drift, the flames will only spread further!"

He did as she commanded, shut his eyes tight and started to count. For a moment he thought it was working, that the sensation of endless grasping had started to fade, but as the numbers ticked down and hollowness filled his chest he couldn't help but inhale. Immediately the rumble of fire immediately refilled the surrounding air, light flashed bright enough to penetrate through his eyelids. The flames were tearing at flesh now, ripping like claws of metal!

A fresh breath was wheezed inward; the air was thin and scarcely filled his lungs. He knew he shouldn't let it; but Silver's mind raced! Blaze's recommendations weren't working; this power and body was hers but they weren't the same person. This power was controlled by emotion rather than thought and want alone. How she had come to command these flames and how he would- their paths weren't the same!

Silver didn't deal in numbers or hard foundations; Blaze did. She had grown in that direction as she came to control her powers- their presence had nurtured her to harden her mind and body alike. His power, and the various worlds he'd been thrown into, had led him to manifest his wants and frustrations plainly. If he was going to find peace of mind, to reach serenity like Blaze wanted, he had to meet in the middle. His mind was in her body after all!

What brought him peace of mind, what made him calm? Where could he centre his mind; free from excitement and peril? Was scrambling for thoughts like this stoking the flames in and of itself?

Silver let his last breath fade and again felt the flame's grasp fade; this was his last chance, but he had to ignore the pressure! If this all went wrong, Blaze could use his power to blast the flames away. She could, she would; he believed in her!

He heard the roar of fire louden- hyping himself up with thoughts of her wasn't helping... but maybe other thoughts of her could? Not of highs spent together like the days just before they'd returned here, not of lows like those spent in Crisis City, but the peaceful moments. The calm they'd spent together.

Silver's mind arrived at a specific memory; one during his first days in the Sol Dimension. He'd found himself on the sand, soaked through with saltwater and panting. It was the first time he could recall that he'd fully managed to escape his worries for his world, that he'd been too light headed in the wake of joy to hurt or panic.

Marine had insisted that they go to the beach after he had admitted to never having spent any time by the ocean. They'd sailed, clambered over rock pools, swam, had a splash fight, built sand castles, and just finished mostly failing to surf. As he'd been lying there, having been wiped out by a colossal wave, the sky and the peaceful sound of the ocean had fully enamoured him. Despite the soggy sand now clinging to his fur, he'd thought he was as comfortable as he could be. That was, until Blaze had wandered into his vision.

Silver's eyes opened, the flames had been reduced to a thin coating that encased his dainty feline hands. As he took a breath the flames did grow, but not nearly as wildly as they had before. His mind continued to linger on that beachside moment, how calm he'd felt in the wake of exhaustion and the wiry smile on her face- purple contrasting the blue of the sky. She'd looked as comfortable as he had felt.

As he closed his palms the flames vanished without so much as a puff of smoke.

"You did it,"A small smile crossed the muzzle that had once been his, "You've managed to centre yourself?"

Silver began to beam again, "Yeah! I-

In a flash, the flames reclaimed the feline's hands. He released the air from his lungs again, this time staring at the ground rather than shutting his eyes. Silver nudged his focus back to that peaceful place; that beachside with the blue sky above. As long as he was there, if he kept that peace in mind, then he'd manage to quell the flames inside.

"I thought of us together, on the beach, after that wave wiped me out," He slowly raised his gaze, finding the fire left his form as his gaze returned to her, "Do you remember?"

"Yes," It was still difficult to read his own face, but Silver knew she understood, "I remember that."

"If I keep my mind there, or on moments like that, then I should be okay," He stepped toward her, holding out his hands, "I can control this... even if it's just for a little while. I can help you."

"It's not the same as my approach, but it does seem to be working," Their hands met, fingers interlocked, "I'll do all I can to pull you from the flames. We're stuck in this together, we'll get out of this together."

Silver felt his temperature spike but no flare followed it. Not all of his thoughts of Blaze were so calming, some stoked emotions he still couldn't explain, but, when it came down to it, she was a beacon that called him to stable shores and away from the ever shifting waves of his tumultuous existence. If he could stay by her side for as long as they were stuck like this, then surely they would make it through this without one burning the other to a crisp.

[lullabiesfromhell]

Make love?

Yuta x reader

“Yuta..” I whispered his name, his head sat above my thighs comfortably while he watched the shapes of the clouds, studying them and creating stories with them. My voice however, interrupted his daydreams as his head shifted to look up at me.

“Yes my love?” He asked, pondering what I could possibly be wondering.

I stared into his round puppy eyes, nervous for the upcoming words which were about to escape the cave that was my mouth.

“I think—I think I’m ready.” I declared to him. Although my statement was vague, my dearest boyfriend understood my intentions immediately. His whole body suddenly shifted so he could get a better look at me, get a better feel as to see if I was fucking around or not (because I’m a tease like that).

“You’re… s-s-serious??” He stated nervously, shifting his eyes from my own to the bright green grass. Yuta has always been the shy type, not pushy at all. We’d been friends for over a year in jujutsu high before I declared my love for him just 8 months ago, and ever since then, we’ve been inseparable. I’m the only one who truly knows Yuta and the hell he’s been through.

I brushed his hair through my fingers, as I stared into his eyes lovingly, passionately and lustfully. It had been a hard decision with all the stigma between sweet love making; a concept so passionate, so sacred, and yet so demonized. An intimate bonding between two lovers, the ultimate way your cells connect and become one.

“Im sure, my darling, I trust you with everything I have… I want to give you my everything…” I began as I gently pushed his body down, getting on top of him and sitting on his pelvis, “my love…” I began to kiss up his upper torso, earning me a surprised gasp from my beloved “my years…” I began to kiss up to his neck until I reached his jaw, nibbling at it gently. “Y-Y/N I-“ he tried to form a coherent sentence which almost seemed impossible to him in his current state. “And… my body.” I whispered into his ear, before I leaned in and stopped at his lips, looking into his shocked, widened eyes, taking initiative and sharing a kiss with him—which he seemed thrilled to return.

The heated makeout session lasted around 3 minutes tops. We both pulled away, face red and lungs needy for air. Yuta put his hand on my cheek, making me look up at him, his eyes full of concern, worry, love and lust.

“Are you sure about this honey? I mean, this kinda came out of no where.. I wouldn’t wish for you to do something you’d regret later on. Maybe you should dwell on it a bit more.” He said.

I put my hand over his and hummed in response.

“This is why I love you. This is why I trust you. Because you know just how—meaningful this is for me how—sacred this act is for me… just how much this particular sort of bonding is a huge step, bigger than people give it credit for..

Yuta, I trust you with everything I have, my love. I’ve been contemplating this decision ever since our first kiss, which was 5 months ago.. and in the end, my final decision is to—give you my all to—give you every part of me. For us to get to know each other more intimately in every single way possible. I.. I love you Yuta!”

Yuta stayed silent for a few seconds, around 10 or so. He just looked at me in complete awe, unable to form any words as they were useless now. All the communication that was needed was the look in our eyes. That said enough. All that mattered now was what was next. His expression finally shifted into a crescent smile, he grabbed both my hands, intertwining our fingers as he stared at my e/c orbs.

“Okay then, my love. If you feel ready, then I’m ready.. I also wish to conquer the world with you.”

Pt 2?? 👀

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Definition Of A Name - Epilogue

"I should have found out sooner. I should have told you about Maddrix's ominous words. I SHOULD HAVE DONE MORE! YOU WOULD STILL BE HERE IF I DID!" Steven grieved aloud as he cradled his friends lifeless body in his lap. Steven looked up to the sky, the dark clouds reflecting the mood and atmosphere of this city. Steven now glared at the sky, tears continue to stream down his face. "That monster won't get away with this. I will make him suffer the consequences of actions." Steven spoke through gritted teeth. "I will make sure good will rise once again. You won't die in vain. I will make sure of that." Professor Terror then let out an anguished guttural sound as he wailed loudly in the empty streets amongst the dead. Mourning for those who should have never passed Years later An adult Steven beheld the most precious thing in his life in Fair City General Hospital. Tears of joy appeared in his eyes as he was clutching his newborn daughter. "High there little one, I'm your daddy." Steven cooed as his daughter was sleeping soundly in her father's grasp. "You seem very elated my love." A gentle tired voice called out. Steven looked up to see his partner Teresa sitting up. Although very well, she looked exhausted after many hours of going through contractions and pain to finally give birth to their child. Steven gave her a content smile. "I definitely am." He concurred. He walked towards Teresa and handed her their daughter who was still wrapped up in the hospital baby blankets. Both new parents smiled fondly at their sleeping child, resting in blissful silence. Teresa hummed a little before speaking. "So I was pondering something. You remember when I suggested naming our child Hope if it was a girl? Since you gave me so much hope when we first met." Steven nodded. Teresa continued. "I was thinking about making it her middle name. It sounds more lovely that way in my opinion." Steven made a small grunt of agreement as he began to gently caress their daughter's forehead. "If that's what you want then it's fine with me." Steven responded. "Excellent. Then what do you want our daughter's first name to be?" Teresa happily asked her partner. Steven looked a bit startled before turning to look at her. "Me..well I..uh." Steven hesitated in replying. It wasn't that he couldn't think of a name, he thought up of girl names before their child was born. But for the life of him his mind was drawing a blank on recalling what names he wanted. Just then their daughter gave a great big yawn as she stretched her arms. Her eyes slowly blinked open to reveal beautiful brown orbs staring quizzically at her parents. Steven stared wide eyed, frozen in a trance at the eye color his newborn inherited from him. Eyes that held a strong soul. Eyes that held the soul and heart of a hero. Eyes that Steven had not seen since... "Rebecca." "What." Teresa exclaimed, not catching what her partner just said as she was looking at their child. "Let's name her Rebecca Hope Boxleitner." Steven said, holding back a choked emotional tone. "Becky for short." Becky seemed to like that name as she giggled happily, reaching for her dad. Teresa smile softly in agreement then handed her baby back to her father. Steven once again caressed his close as Becky made happy gurgling sounds. Trying to grab her dad's nose. "I promise with all my heart, I will always protect you my little starlight." Steven whispered. Tears once more falling down his cheeks as his precious child.

@melodythebunny @erraticeris

[stingslikeabee]

to: Melissa from: mvheideggerGA@//shinramail.com subject: Nope.

Melissa, could you do me a favour and pretend I'm not here? Silly, I know, but Palmer has insisted I be his wingman at the Christmas Party later tonight and I think my best approach is to avoid and evade. I've told him several times I have no interest in - in his words - 'getting him a lady' but the man is persistent. Like a bug. Or a disease.

If he comes on to you, there's mace in your drawer. Or your can call me - I guess I don't mind laying him out (haha!)

Will you be attending tonight? I'll be in costume as Santa Claus, so if there's anything you'd like - you can be the first one across my lap. :-)

Magnar Valerio Heidegger, GA. Head of Public Safety

( immediately after, another email comes through - this one hastily written )

to: Melissa from: mvheideggerGA@//shinramail.com subject: Nope(2)

hahaha, please delete that last email! the last bit was a typo, I spilled coffee on my keyboard. Whoops. Happens to the best of us. Haha, sorry :-D

Magnar Valerio Heidegger, GA. Head of Public Safety

unscripted asks . always accepting

The sound of keys being rapidly pressed was halted as soon as a notification appeared on Melissa’s screen at the bottom right corner - a new e-mail, and one from her boss at that. The secretary always prioritized his communications over others, and stopped working on the requests she had been including in the system for some additional materia orbs to be supplied for 3rd Class SOLDIERS, as well as an authorization for deployment of certain bots under the plate.

The brunette frowned at the title of the message, though - clicking to open and read the entire thing, Melissa soon enough was smirking at the screen. Pretending her own boss wasn’t in was a work of art she had perfected early on - his wife paid a visit and Heidegger had asked her (in no uncertain terms) to keep her from his own office at any cost. 

Well - she had delivered. Threats to call security were involved but it was one of the secretary’s best memories from work; the look on the other woman’s face was rather priceless - she sounded like a horrible, condescending bitch who had gotten away with disrespectful behavior for too long while being just a guest at Shinra Building, in Melissa’s opinion.

But returning to the e-mail, the secretary hummed softly at the idea of Palmer needing his assistance. Melissa could understand the need to hide - punching a co-worker and also a director (albeit of a defunct department that existed mostly for decorative purposes) couldn’t be seen well internally; even the general had limitations to what his power within the company could accom-

...And then she got to the last bit of the e-mail.

The Shinra Christmas Party was something of a legend among employees; a chance for the normal, regular working men and women of the company to experience the glory of working for the most important corporation of all of Midgar. Melissa knew about his costume - but the idea of sitting on his lap and asking for a gift was...

...Actually pretty perfect, considering everything that happened between them inside a broken lift not long ago. The follow-up e-mail was clearly an excuse, but the woman found herself leaning forward, chin in hand and pondering her next step. Well - a good secretary would abide by her boss’ wishes and delete the e-mail which had been ‘accidentally’ sent, but nonetheless carry on with the original idea in relation to Palmer and his wingman necessities.

Inhaling deeply, the woman stretched her neck and looked at the overall direction of Heidegger’s office - not a sound or signal of movement came from that area; it was as if the man had been indeed out, as his e-mail had suggested. Well, Melissa knew what she needed to do - and what she wanted to do. Unfortunately, the two did not precisely overlap.

Her final choice was a compromise - half pretense and half truth; after all, this was a corporate e-mail account, and everything they wrote could be monitored and screened by the IT team. Smirking, the woman clicked on the ‘reply’ button to the second e-mail, and typed her response to Heidegger:

to: Heidegger, M.V. (GA); from: mjdrysdell@shinramail.com; subject: Re: Nope(2)

General,

Consider your original request re. Director Palmer done; rest assured that I would not hesitate to ask for assistance if anything terrible happened as a result. I’m hoping your (very considerate) precautions will not be necessary! On a separate note: do let me know if you need a replacement keyboard after the coffee incident - I’m happy to reach out to the IT team on your behalf.

In relation to tonight’s festivities, sir, I was hoping the previous invitation would remain open? I picked your costume from the dry cleaner’s early this week so the secret was spoiled - in order to ensure I’d be in the best place to continue to offer you the appropriate assistance, I took the liberty of procuring a suitable attire.

The store did have a lovely red dress for a Santa’s Helper, and they made sure the colors would be matching down to the last detail. I did promise to be the best assistant this department ever had and it felt like not showing up to the party in character would tarnish my record. If you are already taking requests for gifts this year, sir, would you perhaps consider re-issuing the invitation to join you upstairs later tonight?

I’m looking forward to the celebrations!

Kind regards,

Melissa J. Drysdell | P.A. to Magnar Valerio Heidegger, GA Public Safety Department Shinra Company, Midgar

[mtcloudsworld]

𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑬

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: to put it simply, newlyweds in paradise.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: smut, mdni, +18, adult themes, married couple, vacation, plus!size reader, strong language, public fucking (?) insecurity, grinding, kissing, making out, creampie, p in v, (a tad bit) oral (f receiving), masturbation, fucking pet names: darling, daddy sweetheart, baby, doll

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑: I'm telling y'all nanami could get it anytime, i swear to god. If I had a second chance at life it would be to marry Nanami Kento and have five kids with two dogs and a house somewhere where it's less chaotic, less stress. Side note: I did edit this over a few times but it may need to be edited again. So if you see any errors, kindly ignore them :) thank you!

Give me paradise and Husband!Nanami Kento any time of the day ─ somewhere, anywhere on a tropical island where it's sunny, peaceful, and sweet. Where things are slow and steady, unproblematic. Where life is starting to become more and more easier to handle.

As i walked around the villa in search of my hubsand. The crashing of waves gradually compels me to step out onto the porch past the white double doors. I feel myself absentmindedly inhaled the sweet scent of Jasmine and coconut. I stood there for a good minute just soaking it all in.

Soaking in what could be my future, what could have my life in a chokehold, what could be the start of a new chapter. The moment we looked at the reviews of the villa, they did not disappoint.

From the cleaniness of the land, the people, food and scenery, I fell in love with it all and the idea of starting a whole new life here. The view of the beach had me in awe and at the same time I felt at ease. So far nothing felt out of place or overwhelmingly discomforting.

If I were at home I would feel all the negative side effects that came with it.

Nonetheless, something catches my attention from the corner of my eye

As I turn my head to the left, I see him.

Lounged back in a chair, man-spreading causally dressed in a beige button-up with the first three buttons open and black slacks. A freshly pair of white air force ones and his famous silver watch on his left wrist.

Despite the wind blowing mildly his hair was pushed back in place with a couple of strands in his face. Eyes steadily gazing over the turquoise sea.

I slowly approached him with my heels clicking against the white porch. The tension in his shoulders soon disappeared when he caught a glimpse of me. The look on his face unreadable as he leisurely scans over my body. Selectively watching how my tits jiggle and hips switch with each step I take.

His mouth gaped slightly open, I could see the outline of his tongue dragging across the inside of his cheek to then close and clench his jaw. I even noticed how the muscle in his forearm flexed as his thumb proceeded to crack each finger before stretching them out. I was starting to feel a wave of emotions hit me all at once when he didn't say much. As I stood before him I was unsure if this reaction was of disapproval, shock or astonishment. I ask, "Do you not...like it?" My brows knitted out of concern as I continue to glance over him.

Dumbfounded, he scoffs with a shake of his head, brow raised at my choice of words. "Far from it, darling," He piqued, sitting back and observing me as if he was a guest at a fashion show, pondering over the model's appearance.

"You just look so fucking gorgeous. So perfect." He affirms bluntly. The desire in his orbs don't go unnoticed when they scale up to meet my gaze.

The anxious feeling from within disappears when the ends of his lips curl into a grin. Speechless and shy, I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks.

I could only assume this man was feeling like a dog in heat. Tilting his head sideways, he tells me to give him a little show. His finger moving around in circles I follow his instructions while he admires the roundness of my ass clinged by the very thing that snugged and pronounced every inch of my curves.

I wasn't on board with getting it at first. Due to my own insecurities, I hated how revealing it was. Since I wasn't used to skin-tight clothing, it made me feel exposed in a way. I was so used to wearing the usual baggy clothes, street and tomboy wear and keeping myself modest at times. This dress in particular failed to hide the crevices and shape of my anatomy from the naked eye.

The moment I stepped out of the dressing room that day, I could see it all over his face. He was persistent as hell in buying it, wasn't taking no ifs, ands, or buts as a response or to derail his decision. Passionately in love with how it emphasized me to a T, especially making my pudgy stomach visible, he gave me his card and told me to go purchase it. And after battling with myself internally, I obliged to it...only for his own pleasure.

He hummed pleasingly when he reached for me to sit comfortably on his lap with his hands placed at my hips he stations me and gives me a kiss on my cheek sweetly.

"I was wondering where you were. Should've known you were back here." I took my place on my heavenly throne (his lap) and draped my legs over his with one ankle over the other. Arm rested around his shoulder and my hand placed at his chest. While his large calloused hands occupied themselves along the planes of my body, his soft lips still left loving kisses to my cheek.

"I hope mother dearest looooves this dress." I snickered with sarcasm laced in my voice. I draw out the word "love" while I gaze down at myself. His attention drawn to my hands, adjusting the spillage of my cleavage. I try my best to make it less revealing, not wanting to hear her mouth about the importance of why women shouldn't dress the way I am. "Lord knows she'll have a hissy fit if I'm not looking my best." I murmured, mostly (out loud) to myself, "Dad? I'm not so worried about. He usually likes me in anything."

I was in my own little world for awhile till I looked over and realized his expressionless gaze had fallen on me.

I lock eyes with him moving my hair out of my face in the process to then stare in silence. Feeling awkward and off guard by the studied glare he gives me, I break the silence.

"What?"

He hums, "hm," eyes wandering over me shamelessly. He decides it's "nothing," but still, I could see the wheels turning.

And though I know, and it irks my nerves when he says it's ''nothing'' when really it's ''something''. My eyes squint at him not fully convinced.

Still unable to shake off the weird look on his face he then gives me a faint smirk. Elbow propped on the armrest, his fingers ghost over his chin, pointer finger grazing across his bottom lip to then pinches it in thought.

He chuckles.

"Whaaaat?" I draw out in laughter. "Why are you looking at me like that?!" I start to fidget with the ruffling of my dress, chuckling nervously.

"It's just..." he scoffs with a shake of his head and then sighs, ".. You look beautiful, baby. What you're wearing is perfectly fine. There's no reason for her to act out of character over it." He says gracefully, drawing attention to my obsessive fiaxtion on looking "perfect" for my mother. Knowing how my mother is, she always had an opinion on my appearance. It never fails.

My words may not say it, but my face surely will. As much as I say it doesn't bother me when she says something offhand about my curvy physique, it usually stings my feelings just as badly as an earlobe getting burned by a curling iron.

Gently, he goes to move a curl behind my ear to then stroke the side of my face in return.

"I'm trying, but you know how she is." I murmured, "One minute, she says she loves it, then the next she finds something to knit-pick at, it's not easy to satisfy her." I explain briefly, messing with the gold wedding band on his finger.

"I know," a sudden flash of sadness and yet annoyance blinds me and I sigh. Part of him loathed that I was deeply conditioned to feel ashamed by how curvy I am, that I needed to act or be a certain way in order to do xyz all because of my mothers antics. "But don't let it get to you. You always look good in everything." He confirms while his eyes drift over me, "I mean, you wore this dress for me, didn't you?" He asked in a way to disregard what my mother may think of me.

"Tch, yeah, and only for you." I snicker, glancing at him amusingly, "I wouldn't wear this for anybody else, not even myself." I mumbled the last part but he heard. Humming in response.

"Hm," he shifts himself comfortably beneath me and shrugs, stating, "it's still a working progress, though." Before giving me a small smile and places another kiss to my cheek. His words were true, little by little I was becoming more open to certain things and slowly crawling out of my reserved shell but it was still difficult.

"You should wear dresses like this more often, you look like a goddess." i could feel underneath the palm of my hand his chest rise and fall. Feeling his breath hit the side of my neck with kisses planted to my flesh, he nearly moans to my sweet aroma, "Mm, you smell so good," vanilla and honey, his favorite scent, I was pratcially flushed against him now.

My eyes fluttering close in awe, I bask in his affection. Cupping at his face, encouragingly my thumbs begin to rub along his sharp jawline. It slacks as he gives me open mouth kisses to the space below my jaw. I moan softly in response to the hard tent against my ass when I moved. A low groan rumbling in the depths of his chest, his hips shift a little in discomfort.

On high alert, I internally panic. Eyes wide, my attention grasp to his teeth suddenly beginning to nibble and suck at my flesh like a fucking leech.

"No─ No hickies, baby," I whined in reluctant disdain. "I don't want to be scolded by my mother─ Ah, shit, Nanami! ...Nanami, are you... listening to me?" I nudge his shoulder. His strong hand getting a good grip on my hip and the other on my thigh, his fingers dug into my fleshy barrier, thumb caressing left and right soothingly against my smooth skin he continues to keep going despite me scolding him.

Aside from my moans giving him a clear understanding that i was enjoying every bit of this, i still had a warning tone underneath it all.

I pull back to glare at him in bewilderment.

He deadpans.

"You're my wife, baby." He emphasizes, chuckling darkly.

He expresses, "If I wanna put a hickey on your neck. I'll gladly put a damn hickey on your neck. At least then it'll let everybody know you've been spoken for. She has no reason to meddle in our business."

He spoke with such deep annoyance. His focus still on me, unwavering, his lips skim over the place where he wanted them the most. Teeth nibbling again, he forms his territorial marking along my skin.

Purposefully making it visible for the next person to see, including my mother.

"You're a grown woman living a happily married life now. She doesn't need to be hovering over you anymore, questioning and controlling every aspect of your life like your some little kid." He claims bluntly, "you're grown enough to wear what you want, say what you want, do what you want without feeling judged or insecure. If she has a problem with that, then she can take it and shove it up her ass─ respectfully, of course." He says searching my eyes for some kind of understanding.

And when I didn't answer right away, my attention was drawn back to him with his hand cupping my jaw. "You understand me, sweetheart?"

I nod in response, "yes I understand, I'm sorry." I apologize, feeling bad for allowing that habit to get the best of me.

It was safe to say from the beginning that Nanami has always had a love-hate relationship with my mother.. mostly hate. It was hard accepting my mother for who she was. Harder enough to build a relationship with someone who always judged any and everything. Who loved to be in control and stuck in their own ways. Sometimes... he even wonders how my dad got into the mix of all this. He even asked if my dad got hoodwinked into marying her. Even though I found it hilarious at the time, I knew deep down he was deadass, deeply concerned. At some point, he just assumed my dad might need some savings down the road, saying he'll do just about anything to get him away from that woman. Because that's just how intense she was. My dad was the exact opposite of everything she was: forgiving, accepting, loving, considerate, sensitive, strong, selfless, he was everything l came to be and secretly mom despised that.

"Just..be yourself, love. Do what makes you feel comfortable, yeah?" He sighs, knuckles reaching up to brush over and against my cheek.

I could only nod, feeling a city of butterflies swarm inside my stomach. I instantly melt like a puddle when his orbs grew loving. When the gentle, patient yet understanding part of him I love so much has me wrapped his finger.

Long, slender, finger hooked underneath my chin, our faces were only inches away when his gaze pinned my lips. Planting a smooth smooch to my lips, I cuddle myself into him immediately and brush my nose against his. Giving him a few pecks in return turned our kisses to a deep, passionate make out session. Shared salvia, heavy breaths, audible moans and tongues in battle turned our lips swollen and beat red.

Sneaky hand that was once hooked underneath my knee soon slithered up and under my dress. Groping and kneading at my thigh all at the same time his other hand flatten at the small of my back to pressing my tits flushed against his harden chest. I froze when I feel his hand twist and snuggle in between my thighs to rub at my warmth.

Hesitant, my thighs clasps. "Baby, we don't have time... we have...less than... 10 minutes." I mumbled in the kiss. He gives me a wolfish grin when he hears me gasp, recognizing his fingers tenderly rubbing at my clit in circular motion.

"That's just enough time, darling," he says mischievously giving me a lewd glare before demanding that I face forward, back against chest.

Chocolate, golden legs spread apart and dress hiked up around my hips. Immediately, I hear him chuckle darkly. The pretty sight between my legs made him give me a knowing yet sultry look. I gulp, my cheeks hot when a rush of bashfulness hits me.

"Mm, no panties, baby?" I shiver to the wind blowing against my core. "You were just plotting for a good ol' time, huh?" He questions, playfulness and amusement lacing in his voice.

Guilty as charged, although I was plotting a little something something after our 2 o'clock lunch reservation with my parents, I was not expecting to be fingered down so soon.

Clearly, the dress had him in a chokehold if he was so eager to get me all riled up.

So enamored, fixated by the way it hugged every inch of my curvy yet thick physique in this tight material, he could barely keep his eyes on my face.

"Maybe..." I teased, giving him feign innocence.

He stares down at his prize possession clinging around nothingness, lightly ghosting his finger over the outline of my cunt, it sends a nerve irking shiver up my spine.

The tickling sensation makes me flinch out of sensitivity. "Just looking forward to me ruining her, huh baby?" He quips, referring to my pussy.

Puffy and plush, it sobbed for attention. Eager and helpless as well, she had a mind of her own. Around him, she was just like a waterfall. A constant flow of desire and need for this man was unmistakable.

At times, it got annoying, but I accepted it for what it was. "Mm, such a pretty pussy, isn't she, baby?" He gleams, keeping his concentration on his fingers dragging over my center ever so slowly.

"uh h-huh," I stutter.

Dainty hands grasp at the arms of the chair when I feel his fingers slip past my folds and enclosed over my clit to rub it some more. Arousal coating every inch of my center, I feel a digit...or two slip into my hole.

I hum, rolling my lips inward to the deep thrusting of his appendages going in and out of me steadily. Tense to the tightness of my walls, I find it hard to accommodate when I was heavily distracted with his other hand creeping up the right side of my torso.

Hard and perky nipple poking through the thin material, his hand palms at my clothed breast. He hears me make a sibilant noise when his finger grazes over my agonizing nipple in circles

By his own free will he obliges to pulling down my spaghetti strap from my shoulder. His mouth instantly watering once the top of my dress reveals my swollen tits. Inwardly he groans hungrily.

He moves my arm from my side to wrap around his shoulder again. Turning me a little, he cups my tit with such care giving it a firm squeeze before strumming over the sensitive bud with his thumb.

As his hungry kisses trail along the tips of my chest to the valley of my breasts, his mouth then gets closer and closer to my aerola.

"F-fuck, that feels so good," A sigh of relief escapes me as I glance over him making out with my nipple. His mouth worked tirelessly as he continued to suck it gently for good measure before flicking his tongue against it.

As I absentmindedly worked my hips against his fingers that were pumping quickly in rhythmic motion, a series of raunchy, lusty moans fled past my lips. "Y-yes, just like that..." I moaned, noticing my fingers give the ends of his hair a good grip.

"Such a good girl for daddy, aren't you baby? Just taking my fingers so well. I mean, just look at you...so fucking wet for me. You love riding my fingers like this babygirl?"

"Y-yes, I do... I love it..s-so... much." I heavily breathed, gripping at the chair for dear life.

Overwhelmed by the pleasure of it all, I focus on the wet sticky sounds from my cunt. it arousing me further i buck my hips to his touch as i could feel the bulit up pressure from my stomach wanting to bust.

The bottom of my lip caught between my teeth, I felt my feet push on my tippy toes, knees bent and back arched, i feel my head plant back on his shoulder.

"F-fuck, m'gonna cum." I confirmed thinking this would be the end.

But Nanami had other plans.

"Hm, not so fast, baby."

I whine when i feel the disappearance of his warmth. He tells me to stand up for a moment, and I do, this time preoccupying myself with rubbing at my clit slowly.

The sound of a belt buckle, zipper coming undone, and then some shuffling were the actions of a man feening to get his dick cared for.

I could honestly say hearing all of this going on behind me turned my anticipation into curiosity. When I looked back to see his hooded eyes darkly boring at the sight of my leaking pussy, I was quickly distracted by his large calloused hand pumping his heavy cock slowly.

"Oh, baby..." I moaned at the sight. Fingers nearly quickening. I drool hearing him grunt to his cock twitching in agony. Observing the precum leak from past his pink mushroom shape tip to the under side of his length, made me want nothing more than to milk him like as fucking cow.

His tongue darted past his lips to wet them when he leaned forward. His face inches away from my ass he dives in for a taste. The vibrations of his moans once his drooling mouth got in contact with my cunt makes me gasp-moan. My hand flying to his head, my fingers curl around his hair and tug to his tongue maneuvering at my folds. I whimper feeling him reluctantly pull away, his hand playing with himself a little bit more

My train of thought is cut off when I hear his question, "Is she ready for me, baby?" Clocking his eyes to me.

"Mhmm." I nod lowering myself to him.

Before I knew it, his cock was buried in my sloppy wet cunt. Hip slamming against me, balls slapping my cunt, tip kissing my cervix repetitively, equally we were both disheveled with bated breathes, sticky foreheads and aching bodies.

"I'm so happy you're mine, all. fucking. mine. You're so amazing baby, so perfect."

"Oh, daddy...right there.." I whimper-moaned.

While he fucked me carelessly, he whispered sweet nothings to my ear kissing the base of my neck to my shoulder he keeps me steady as focuses on the feeling of my tight warmth, "Shit, doll, this pussy s'gonna be the death of me." He grunts tilting his head back.

My cervix kissed his tip sweetly with each thrust, noticing the enclosed space becoming tighter and tighter, praises and coos and raunchy moans continue to fill our back porch ten times more with little regard.

Nami decides to switch up the pace, breath becoming more hot and heavy against my skin, my own becomes uneven. My face is twisting and turning in deep pleasure to his hips roughly slamming into me.

I plea, "d-don't stop, deeper...baby."

He released a breathless chuckle, smirking. "Oh trust me baby I'm....s-shit...not going to."

With each stroke, a cry of pleasure is uttered. With each cry, come to me essentially, losing all feeling in my limps.

His hands were already hooked under my knees and lifted them. Abusing his elbows against the chair's arms, he uses them as leverage with his feet planted firmly against the ground.

With more flexibility, I could feel him salaciously pounding into my throbbing pussy. My cries turning into wails. I screw my eyes close once I recognize the tight knot at the pit of my stomach.

"If you keep clenching like that m'gonna end up coming inside of you." He warned, but I didn't care.

"Do it," I hurriedly begged, "please, baby, do it. I want it, every ounce of you, I wanna feel you come inside of me, baby, I wanna be filled to the brim."

Hearing my words made his thrusts become more aggressive at the end, losing all sense of control and sanity, the care was long gone, loving how his dick was abusing me made his grip around me tighten to the point nail crescents formed at my skin.

"Your wish is my command, darling."

The pain felt good, though, it was evident in the lewd, crude screams that escaped me, my hands ruthlessly tugging at his hair while his face was buried in the crock of my neck. He gave zero fucks as he screwed me deeper and harder.

"S-shit, daddy...m'cumming, m'cumming..."

"Go on love, cum for me. Come for daddy."

I begin to shake. A rush of creamy liquid running through me effortlessly draws a whimper-moan from out me. His hips rutted when I feel a rippling of his hot cum squirt all over my insides, my hips pressed against him, I grind against him, clenching around his cock to get every ounce of him to fill me before he decides to slip from out of my tight hole.

The porch became quiet. No sudden movement of sorts were heard except for bated breathes. Feeling his chest rise and fall against my back I leaned into him lazily. His head was planted back against the chair, he focuses on getting himself under control.

Once I had calmed down, I grabbed ahold of his wrist to see the time.

My eyes nearly bulged out other sockets when I read we were more than 10 minutes late.

I then feel him trail kisses to my shoulder blade but I pull away. "We're 30 minutes late, Nanami." I huff tiredly, giving him a knowing yet annoyed glare.

I knew deep down inside that shit wasn't gonna be 10 minutes, I just knew it.

But because I let this man swindle me into fucking the shit out of me I gave him the benefit of the doubt.

Now we were both hot fucking mess, clothes and hair disheveled, we smelt like sex, we couldn't possibly go out like this...and yet all this man could do was laugh. He literally found this shit funny. Giving me a bright ass mischievous smirk, I get a quick peck to the lips when he noticed how serious I am, telling me, "They'll be okay." He stated with a one sided shrug checking the time one last time before standing up and carrying me inside the villa bridal style.

"Another hour wouldn't hurt 'em."

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

p.s: thank you for all the love and support y'all have shown in this post, it means the world to me <3<3<3

[gcholdtrops]

            there   was   something   unique   and   amusing   to   the   sight   of   yesol   realization   to   her   own   words   before   ,   yongguk   finding   her   visage   and   appearance   in   those   moments   so   appealing   .   red   was   a   color   that   suited   her   feautures   very   well   .   "   so   you   still   claim   that   height   doesn't   affect   how   your   heart   will   waver   toward   a   person   ?   "   the   joke   continues   a   little   longer   ,   simply   because   the   sound   of   her   whine   was   fun   to   yongguk   ;   loving   how   he   could   get   under   her   skin   within   a   short   time   span   by   twisting   her   words   a   little   and   creating   a   total   different   scenario   ���   all   for   fun   shenanigans   ,   of   course   .   watching   her   finger   draw   on   the   condense   that   was   left   at   the   outside   of   his   cup   of   coffee   ,   head   tilting   and   also   leaning   a   bit   over   to   the   side   so   that   he   could   see   the   motive   that   femme   left   behind   .   a   heart   was   surprising   to   say   the   least   ,   a   small   hope   ignited   but   a   thought   shot   it   right   down   ,   thinking   it   was   because   the   male   mentioned   earlier   was   the   one   causing   these   little   scribbles   of   art   to   be   made   .   "   your   presence   itself   is   enough   for   me   ,   as   i   said   ,   if   you   were   to   sit   and   be   on   a   writing   sphree   with   an   upcoming   lover   ,   then   it   isn't   like   i'll   sit   and   sulk   ...   i   feel   very   comfortable   in   your   company   sol   ~   "   emphrases   on   the   last   section   of   his   speech   ,   as   their   eyes   met   and   he   mirrors   her   smile   simutaneously   ;   such   an   angelic   smile   she   had   .   once   more   ,   orbs   follow   her   movements   at   the   mentioning   of   kissing   ,   causing   his   smile   to   grow   even   further   .   "   lots   and   lots   ,   huh   ?   "   a   snicker   is   heard   before   head   tips   and   a   pondering   sound   vibrates   in   his   throat   .   "   what   would   i   do   ?   "   repeating   yesol's   questions   before   body   leaned   forward   until   head   were   centimeters   apart   ,   hand   had   risen   to   rest   against   the   side   of   the   woman's   face   ;   gazing   deeply   into   her   eyes.   "   i'd   just   lean   over   and   kiss   them   .   "   the   only   difference   here   ,   was   that   yesol   was   his   crush   but   ,   he   couldn't   tell   her   so   he   didn't   act   further   on   his   true   desires   then   .

yesol  was  a  sophomore  in  high  school  when  she  had  her  first  boyfriend .  even  though  the  relationship  was  short-lived  due  to  her  father’s  meddling,  she  quickly  learned  a  personality  meant  more  to  her  than  their  level  of  attractiveness .  that being said , as  soon  as  yongguk  opened  his  mouth  to deliver  a  teasing  remark ,  yesol  was  immediately  baited  as  her  features  grew  hot  with  embarrassment .  “it  doesn’t —-  i  mean —-  agh,  don’t  laugh!” yesol  whined ,  tongue  tied  and  fidgety  as  she  furrowed  her  brows  in  what  looked  like  a  pouty  demand  for ceasefire .  eager to learn , she  watched  the  way  his  expression  melted  into  something  new ,  perhaps  something suspicious ?      “  never  ever ?  ”  she  asks  softly ,  fingers idly tracing shapes on the condensation of his coffee cup as she basked in the sound of his voice .  yesol  was  quite  familiar  with  loneliness  herself and  though  she  felt  it  creep  in  from  time  to  time ,  she  could  always  depend  on  people  like  yongguk  and  her  circlet  to  stave  off  the  feeling .  “  you know , i don't think i've  ever  felt lonely  when  i’m  with  you so i hope i can do the same for you , even if you say you never do .   ”  yesol  shares ,  glittering  eyes  moving away from the heart she left on his cup to meet his  in a meaningful gaze , lips curving up in a smile . and it was the truth . no amount of words could vocalize the inexplicable warmth she had for her most beloved friend . yesol's body straightens just a little , a giggle in exchange for his bewilderment .   “  the latter , it's the latter ! i'll have you know i've kissed plenty of people before . . . lots and lots . " its a lie as white as a sheet of paper , but yongguk didn't have to know the only person she's kissed was her high school boyfriend from eight years ago . she hums in thought , bottom lip wedged between her teeth , before an idea flashes behind her eyes , causing her to light up . " do you have a crush on someone ? what would you do if you could kiss them right now ? maybe i can learn from you . "

[aibohearted]

Shrimp in the City

by Finnian C (me)

(sorry about the spacing between paragraphs, tumblr messed it up a bit.)

Shrimp Guy confidently walks into the coffee shop on all fours. As he waltzes in, strangers’ eyes dart towards him nervously. He does not care. Shrimp Guy observes dim, warm light shining onto his exceptionally clean suit, which is a contrast to the bright, cool light from outside. His feet beneath him twitch, smelling the distinct smell of previously brewed coffee. This smell takes him back to when he used to go to this shop with Mouldred. His jaw clenches and he sheds a tear.

Shrimp Guy feels the cold concrete floor brush against his paws. He walks past a group of six sitting at a booth beside him, gossiping in whispers about the infamous Shrimp Guy. He turns to face the group, violently hissing at them, before continuing his journey to the counter. A pastry case in-front of Shrimp Guy glows. The bright case contains a few, medium-sized pastries. As he approaches the case, he is stunned by the striking light, which stings his beady eyes. After recovering from this attack on his eyes, he glares at the pastries, recoiling in disgust. He is insulted by the presence of the baked goods, hissing at them for a long period of time. Once he is content with his expression of disgust and rage, he lifts himself to an upright standing position, brushing any dirt off of his fresh pants. As Shrimp Guy approaches the counter, the barista, who had previously been staring at Shrimp Guy in concern, cautiously averts their eyes.

Shrimp Guy clears his throat, catching the attention of the barista. “How can I help you?” The barista anxiously asks, fidgeting with their apron. “Decaffeinated iced coffee,” He replies, voice monotone. The barista types the order into the computer with shaky hands, frantically looking back at Shrimp Guy often. “Would you like anything else with that?” They mumble, a bead of sweat dripping down their forehead. Shrimp Guy looks down at the nervous barista, then up at the menu. He repeats this process a few times, pondering his question. When he looks back down at the barista, a tag on their apron catches his eye. The tag reads “In Training.” He raises his eyebrow, continuing to think about his response. The barista shifts in place uncomfortably. “Sir?” They break his train of thought. “I noticed a chicken sandwich on your menu,” He begins, before pausing. The barista begins to type in the order, now sweating profusely. Shrimp Guy sighs, “Do you have raw chicken, perhaps?” The barista stops typing, eyes wide, blinking at Shrimp Guy in disbelief. There is a long pause, only upbeat pop music and distant conversations between other customers can be heard. The barista suddenly breaks the silence, “I’ll get my manager.”

The barista runs off, in a hurry to escape Shrimp Guy, before being replaced by a dark-haired, short manager with a stoic expression. “Hello! I heard you had a question about the inventory?” They ask. Shrimp Guy scoffs, annoyed he has to repeat such a simple question, “Raw chicken. Do you have it?” The manager’s eye twitches. “We don’t serve raw chicken, but we do serve chicken sandwiches!” They respond awkwardly, attempting to sound enthusiastic. Shrimp Guy grips the table, claws extending, moving his face towards the manager’s. “You don’t serve uncooked poultry, but you do have it, right?” He growls, eyes wide. The manager gives him a blank, tired stare. “Our chicken sandwiches are pre-made and shipped out to us,” They reveal. “So no, we do not have raw chicken.” Shrimp Guy sighs, accepting defeat, “Just the coffee then.”

He sulks and proceeds to the counter to wait for his beverage. Shrimp Guy hasn’t come here since his falling out with Mouldred. However, today he was yearning for the scent of roasted beans and just so happened to be heading this direction. He carefully observes the barista crafting his liquid refreshment, his round, orb-like eyes piercing a hole through the barista, who was just trying to do their job. Shrimp Guy notices a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. His attention shifts towards the tall figure sauntering towards the counter, clutching a plain, crocheted bag at her side, overflowing with various, colourful bundles of yarn. Shrimp Guy’s eyes fixate on the bundles of cotton filament. He begins to salivate. Yarn is his other favourite snack meal. While Shrimp Guy is focused on the yarn, the barista seems to recognize the person and perks up, temporarily setting Shrimp Guy’s drink down. “Mouldred!” They cheer, breaking Shrimp Guy’s yarn-induced trance.

Hearing this familiar name sends shivers down Shrimp Guy’s spine and he freezes in shock. He recalls all of his adventures with Mouldred, all the fun they had together before the incident.

Mouldred flaps her hands excitedly. “Quarkus, my love! I’ve missed you dearly,” She cries out, reaching into her bag. “I have crafted a garment for you,” Mouldred announces, pulling a crocheted scarf from the bag and handing it to the barista. Quarkus gasps with delight, instantly putting the soft, deep red scarf on. The scarf had been made with love out of a chunky, chenille yarn, designed with comfort in mind. “It’s lovely, Mouldred. Thank you!” They beam. “Is there anything you’d like? I could cover it.” Mouldred nods, opening her mouth to begin ordering. Before she can speak, she is interrupted by Shrimp Guy’s harsh screaming, tears streaming down his shrimp face. She looks over at him in shock, only just noticing that he was there.

Shrimp Guy falls to his knees, throwing back his head in distress. As he lets out ungodly wails, the coffee shop goes silent, leaving only a lifeless pop song resonating throughout the store alongside his expression of grief and pain. He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a long, deep breath in, preparing to screech at the top of his lungs. Mouldred hastily reaches for the pair of noise-cancelling headphones in her bag. Shrimp Guy lets out a horrific, ear-splitting shriek. The coffee shop’s windows begin to crack before suddenly shattering and collapsing to the concrete floors, letting out a thunderous crash. The manager stands motionless in shock, jaw dropped to the floor, trying to process the catastrophic event that had taken place in front of them.

Shrimp Guy looks at the destruction around him, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. Mouldred aggressively turns her head to Shrimp Guy, scowling at him. “Shrimp Guy William Smith III! Oh my dog, you need to get your emotions under control,” She growls, pausing between words. Before Shrimp Guy can respond, the manager approaches him, placing their hand on his shoulder. He leaps up, fleeing from the scene. As he runs past the manager, he reaches over to snatch his unfinished beverage. He sprints out of the shop, pouring the coffee onto himself. Mouldred rolls her eyes at Shrimp Guy, who is now soaked in the liquid. She sighs, unsurprised by his unbecoming behaviour.

Shrimp Guy always escapes. He runs off into the morning rain, successfully leaving his past behind once again.