#kitten mob is making me sick he's so cute

[fishfood22]

you will look at them

[ana0072]

My favorite Seventeen ship fics on Ao3; Part 1.

Be warned I read a LOT of smut so if that makes you uncomfortable and isn't your cup of tea, just skip the scenes. STILL SUPPORT THE AUTHORS THEY WORKED HARD ON THE FANFICS.

(See here for the most common tropes in these ships)

Also a disclaimer, I as a reader, does not take any of these to heart nor do I apply them to real life and judge the boys whether or not they do anything done in these stories. It is merely fanfiction.

Soonhoon

1. Adventures of Cat and Kitten by SunAndMoon (LadyMorgaine)

Hybrid AU, A/B/O

Top Soonyoung/Bottom Jihoon

Side Verkwan, Jihancheol, Junhao, other ships to be added.

Alpha Tiger Hoshi, Omega Cat Jihoon

Series

There are two books, the first one mainly focuses on Soonhoon but the other one explores the other ships more

Jihoon is a sassy bottom but very needy

Soonyoung is a dominating top but also complies to Jihoons wishes of course

Soonyoung calls him kitten Yasss

They are literally a power couple

Very kinky

The first book is geared a lot towards the sexy times

The second book has been 70% dialogue and storyline

Fluff, smut, romance, angst

Overall very tasty 9/10

2. Vampires Before Christmas by SunAndMoon (LadyMorgaine)

Vampire AU

Top Soonyoung/Bottom Jihoon

Side Verkwan, Jeongcheol, Meanie, Junhao, Seoksoo

Series

There are 4 books  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Soonyoung is a hottie

He covers all Wattpad book bad boy love interest bases

Mysterious? Check. Jihoon met him in the rain, no idea what he does for work or where he goes when he's gone.

Rich? Check. Comes from old money he says. Owns at leasts two countries probably.

Caring? Check. Nursed Jihoon back to health when he was sick and continued doing so even when he wasn't.

Hottie? Check. The most attractive man out there, Jihoon the lucky bastard.

An otherwordly being? UM HE IS LITERALLY A FREAKING VAMPIRE??? HELLO???

Soonyoung was the embodiment of your wildest dreams like even though Jihoon was actually on the brink of death, like my man fucking touched god, he was still horny when he got close to Soonyoung and kept smelling him like he was ambrosia or something. Then he had a wet dream about him. Understandable.

VERY cute story. Soonyoung got like the biggest dick out there too.

Smut, Romance, Fluff, Angst

19/10 read it time and time again.

3. All eyes on you by aquariusblues

Dance school AU

Top Jihoon/Bottom Soonyoung

Slowwwwww burnnnn

It was maddening how in denial Jihoon was

His perseverance is something to be admired

Soonyoung is the new kid thats friends with everyone

They both keep burning themselves out like please take a fucking break

Wow is that miscommunication I hear? Oh it definitely is, and there is so much of it

This book makes you wanna pull your hair and not in a kinky way

I actually cried when they finally got together

There isn't much smut in here

EVERYONE IS YELLING AT JIHOON TO ADMIT HIS FEELINGS

The rest of the members are barely there

Mostly monologues

Lots of self deprecation and self acceptance

Its beautiful in a sense

But I wanted to throw my phone

This story haunts me at night

Angst, Fluff?, brief smut

7/10 Reccomend this to a friend–so you both can revel in your frustrations

4. No strings attached by aquariusblues

After College AU????

They have their own jobs and everyone is doing their own things?? What do I put here

Switch SoonHoon

Minor Verkwan, Meanie

Soonyoung is Seungkwans cousin

Jihoon is Seungkwans boss/friend

So thats how they got together

Awkward? Seungkwan offered okay its fine

They wanted a friends with benefits thing

But they've been sleeping exclusively with each other

So thats a problem

Or so they think

Soonhoon never want to admit their feelings

They just can't feelings with each other

THIS AUTHOR JUST CAN'T FEELINGS WITH SOONHOON

Emotions are hard

ALSO VERKWAN IS GETTING MARRIED

It was a brief scene but good for Vernon being able to put a ring on it

SEE SOONHOON COMMUNICATION IS KEY GUYS

THATS RELATIONSHIP 101

But their dynamic was adorable

Romance, smut, fluff

8/10 spaced out and remembered it again

5. Code Red by just_a_pinwheel

Police AU, A/B/O

Top Soonyoung/Bottom Jihoon

Alpha Soonyoung, Omega Jihoon

Side Jeongcheol, Meanie, Verkwan, Junhao

Jihoon hates Soonyoung

Then Soonyoung becomes his boss

AND HIS NEIGHBOUR HAHAHAH

Oopsiesss

They both loveee work

Like proper workaholics

Lots of pushing and pulling

They broke up in the middle of it

I wanted to scream

Heats and mating

Of course its ABO

I have never wanted to slap Jihoon so much

Lots of crying and denial of feelings

"Its for the best" NO ITS NOT DON'T BREAK UP

Sorry I'm bitter

They are literally surrounded by the healthiest couples they just can't deal

Soonyoung is just tired

Romance, smut, fluff, angst, violence, gore???

Its a police au so theres gonna be blood

8/10 when will their torture end???

6. Mask Kingdom by just_a_pinwheel

Mob AU

Top Soonyoung/Bottom Jihoon

Side Jeongcheol, Meanie

Both of them are crime bosses its actually really hot

Soonyoung is a BIG flirt

The first time they formally met, Jihoon gave him a blowjob LOL

Soonyoung calls him princess yes please

Jihoon still can't feelings

Im sensing a pattern here

But he comes around pretty fast don't worry uwu

There was one chapter where Soonyoung got REAL jealous and they had some rough sex lol

He BRIEFLY called him oppa during it

Its chapter 21 I gotchu fam

Jeonghan was a bitch for a while BUT THERES A REASON OKAY THATS NOT JUST HIS PERSONALITY

Jihoon is a little twat but I can say that about every fanfiction of him so go figure

SMUT, ANGST, barely there fluff, romance

6/10? Its kinda bland

7. What we were promised by Mistehri

Mafia AU, A/B/O

Top Soonyoung/Bottom Jihoon

Alpha Soonyoung, Omega Jihoon

Side Jihancheol, Meanie, Junhao, Verkwan

Heats and Mating

BTS and Ateez are there too

Yoongi and Jimin are together, I don't know why i felt the need to say that

Yoongi is Jihoons cousin

He's kinda an ass to Soonyoung

Cause he broke up with Jihoon

THERES A REASON OKAY DON'T WORRY

And they both pretended to hate each other after that

Before they got back together theres little snippets of their relationship

Its really heart breaking idk how I could stand reading it

BUT ITS REAL SWEET WHEN THEY GOT BACK TOGETHER

Also there was one scene in chapter 28 when Namjoon mentioned mates where he glanced at Seokjin

Idk maybe I'm gonna attract more armys if I mention them

If you're there for Ateez, they are literally so brief

I think they mentioned Monsta X too at some point maybe

Like I wanted to scream at the both of them

WHY ARE THEY BOTH SO IN DENIAL

FRUSTRATION WITH MANY FEELINGS

But also

YOU CAN'T DIE YOU'RE THE MAIN CHARACTER

Not to say I'm okay with the others dying as well

JUST KILL OFF AN OC OR SOMETHING I MAY NOT STAN BTS THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M OKAY IF YOU KILL THEM OFF

Graphic depictions of violence

But they're kinda brief

Angst, smut, fluff, romance

12/10 I would very much reccomend

JUST FEELINGS JIHOON YOU CAN DO IT ITS NOT THAT HARD

Also I love bottom Jihoon. Something about someone who carries so much power and authority, just to be a completely helpless submissive at the hands of Soonyoung of all people is just something to be desired.

[prettyboy-parker]

Peter gets grumpy and fussy when he hasn’t had tony’s cock in his mouth or ass in a while - I've put it in your inbox now, will you write something about this, pwease? I would love you till the end of time 🥺😂

thank you for pushing me to write this, bc i really wanted to! this is set in the untitled mafia au ☺️

warnings: feminine peter and throat fucking 😳

***

Peter is going to scream.

He is absolutely going to throw a hissy fit and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.

“Pete, are you okay?” Loki asks softly, looking up from the pair of lacy, forest green panties in his hands. Peter takes a deep breath and fans his eyes quickly.

“Yeah Lo, I’m fine,” He breathes, gently patting the corners of his eyes with the collar of his frilly pink chiffon top. He spent way too much time on his makeup this morning, and he doesn’t want to mess his hard work up because of some petty tears. Tony had texted him saying that he wouldn’t be home tonight.

This is the third time this week.

“Peter,” Loki says, more sternly this time. “You’re about to cry. Something’s wrong.”

Peter bites the inside of his lip, trying to keep his tears at bay. Thank god they’re in the farthest corner of the store where the PINK employees can’t see his meltdown.

“Tony just said he’s not going to be home tonight. Again,” Peter grumbles, tapping a quick ‘k love you’ to the aforementioned mob boss. “I haven’t gotten dicked down since last week.”

At this, Loki widens his eyes.

“You’re kidding,” He gasps, twirling a thick lock of black hair around his finger. “Doesn’t he fuck you at least once a day?”

“Well, he used to,” Peter complains, honey eyes flicking around the store before speaking again. “He’s just been so wrapped up in this shit with Hydra. He comes to bed when I’m asleep and leaves before I wake up. I’m sick of it.”

Loki makes a sympathetic noise as he adjusts the strap of his Hermès purse.

“Bucky hasn’t lent a helping hand yet?”

Peter shoots Loki a disgruntled look. The other man raises his hands in mock defense. Peter crosses his arms and pouts.

“Hey, I have an idea.” Loki says. Peter can practically see the gears turning in his head.

“Do you, now? Spill.”

***

Tony slams the front door open so hard the sound of it echoes through the entire mansion.

His crew are dead silent as they walk inside, shuffling after the mob boss. He can feel the tension in his jaw, his joints, his everything. The foyer is silent, except for the faint crackle of the fireplace from the main living room.

“You’re all dismissed,” Tony grunts, shucking off his dress shoes and leaving them by the door for the maids to get. Bucky and Natasha scurry off as Tony heads into the living room. He’s expecting Peter to be curled up on the couch, but it’s just Loki.

“Good evening, Mister Stark,” He greets, looking up from his worn copy of Poetic Edda.

“Hello, dear,” Tony responds, impatiently gripping the back of the couch.

“Peter is upstairs. He’s been waiting for you.”

A sharp pain of guilt pricks his heart as his cock twitches in his dress slacks. (So what? He knows his baby.) He nods and bids his goodbyes to Loki before climbing the grand steps of the mansion. For some goddamn reason, his heart pounds in his chest. Down the hallway, he can see their bedroom door slightly ajar. He walks closer and hears the muffled sounds of very quiet jazz music. He gently pushes open the door with his foot, the sight that greets him taking his breath away.

Peter is outstretched on their shared California king, looking like an absolute snack. He’s donned an intricate, black bustier, ribbons crossed over his middle and tiny bows placed at his shoulders. The panties he’s wearing are incredibly sheer, showing his stiff cock. The top is connected to black thigh-highs that cover his long legs. He smiles, brushing a chestnut curl that looks incredibly soft out of his face.

“Oh, dolcezza,” Tony breathes, truly awestruck from the angel in front of him. A sweet blush emerges over Peter’s plump, freckled cheeks. Somehow, he shuts the door and his feet carry him to the edge of the bed. He reaches out but hesitates, almost unsure where to touch. He settles for gently gripping the younger’s ankle and rubbing his thumb across the material covered skin.

“Hi daddy,” Peter purrs, hiding part of his beautiful face behind his crossed arms. He looks so cute, so perfect, so innocent. (Minus the revealing lingerie, that is.)

“You’re gorgeous, Peter.” Tony croaks, running his hand up Peter’s covered leg before reaching the sliver of skin above the thigh-highs, opting to stroke the softness there. “I must be the luckiest man in the world.”

Peter’s honey eyes flutter shut at the praise, the tips of his long lashes kissing the skin under his eyes. Tony takes his time drinking in the beauty of the boy beneath him.

“I’ve had the worse week. I get cranky when I don’t have your cock in me.”

Ah, there’s his Peter.

Tony laughs lowly, squeezing the boy’s bubble butt. Peter’s eyes open and he kicks his legs before clambering up onto his knees. He uses his delicate, manicured hands to knead at the front of Tony’s crotch.

“Missed it,” Peter hums softly, mostly to himself. Tony groans at the slight contact against his growing cock. He reaches up and cups Peter’s cheek in his scarred hand. When Tony presses his thumb against Peter’s lipgloss slathered lips, he obediently takes the digit into his mouth.

“You’re a sight, cucciolo.” Tony murmurs, titling his head to the side as he watches Peter suck on his finger. He slips his thumb out of the boy’s mouth before leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Daddy,” Peter whines, kneading Tony’s thick cock through his expensive slacks. “I want you to fuck my throat.”

Tony groans and his eyes flutter shut, Peter’s dirty words swimming in his ears. He curses as he feels Peter mouthing at his clothed cock, making a mess of the fabric.

“Yeah, baby?” Tony grunts, opening his eyes. He takes Peter’s face in his hand, squeezing his cheeks and tilting the boy’s head upwards. “You want daddy to be rough tonight?”

Peter whines and nods, eyes glazed with pleasure.

“I know how stressed you get. Take all that out on me. I don’t like when daddy’s upset,” He breathes, slightly grinding his leaking cock against the sheets of the bed. Tony lets go of Peter and hurriedly pushes down his slacks and boxers. His thick cock bobs in the air, the tip flushed dark red and leaking. Peter swallows thickly and gives the head a few kitten licks. Tony groans and grips Peter’s soft curls gently. The younger takes more of his dick into his mouth, sucking on the head while using his tongue to massage the sensitive part just underneath it.

“I know you can do better than that, sweetheart,” Tony mutters, pushing down the boy’s head so he takes the rest of his aching length into his mouth. The mob boss moans at the feeling of Peter’s wet lips sliding down his cock. He’s a vision, too, mouth stuffed full. Peter starts to bob his head up and down, spit dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

“Hands behind your back,” Tony orders, and Peter obeys like the good little slut he is. Tony starts to slowly move his cock in and out of the brunette’s mouth, hissing at the overwhelming pleasure. Tears spring at the corners of Peter’s eyes.

“Fuck, such a hot mouth,” Tony groans, hips snapping as he slides his cock through the boy’s plump lips. Peter whines around the large length in his mouth. “S’like you were made for me.”

Tears spill down Peter’s flushed cheeks. The sight makes Tony’s orgasm approach quickly.

“I’m gonna cum on your face, okay, bambino?” The older man asks, breathless. Peter tries to say ‘okay’, but it just comes out as a muffled ‘ngh’.

Tony pulls his cock from Peter’s mouth, taking the wet, hot length in his hand and stroking it quickly. Peter sticks his tongue out slightly and closes his eyes, which pushes Tony over the edge.

“Ah, ah, fuck-“ Tony cries, cock spurting thick ropes of cum onto Peter’s face. Only a little makes it onto his tongue, the rest spattering onto his cheeks and chin. Peter swallows the bit that’s on his tongue.

“Thank you, daddy,” He breathes, lapping at Tony’s now flaccid cock. The older man grunts softly before pushing Peter down onto the bed. The boy lets out a surprised squeak, but lies down anyways.

“Alright baby, it’s time for daddy to make you feel good.”

[currentfandomkick]

Miraculous Team and the Batboys- Mundane Monday and Plot is Connecting Maybe

HEY so thank you all for waiting, puppy plus work being mobbed is hell, so this took forever to get brain power to write... oh well.

--

Marinette was on guard when she came into class. Her meeting of the “End Gabriel Agreste” Club with its core four members—herself, Chloe, Nino and Sabrina—went well. They were now 15% away from their goal.

Apparently Felix snatched up 3% on his own and gave it to MDC while she was away. Apparently it was his way of a peace offering… or a bribe not to kill him on sight. She wasn’t sure which… yet.

Properly awake and with her favorite drink (blend of dark roast, cream and a tiny bit of Energy Mayhem Special) she was good for the day. Everyone had their usual orders in their seats.

She raised an eyebrow when she noticed a text from Red Robin on her phone, currently a rose and bird emoji label.

RR: So, scale of one to ten, how bad is it if I accidently figured out your partner?

Marinette took a deep breath at that, checked the classroom (Nino was off with Kitty Section debating how to fix the ‘off’ bit of the rift in Rose’s latest song—something about it not ‘punching right’ and Luka being busy with his other band, Chloe and Sabrina were currently fighting Bustier in her office, Alya was conspiring with the Girl Squad on Lila’s end since she wasn’t in, Max and Kim were obviously eavesdropping on that conversation while Nathaniel was off in his own world). Damian still hadn’t come in, and Adrien wasn’t in yet… she wondered if her Chaton was going to sleep in for once.

LB: Please tell me you haven’t told your team

She kept her breathing steady, not letting panic overtake. That would alert people she didn’t want knowing, to looking, which leads to suspecting and rumors and theories and she’d like to avoid that entirely—especially since she still can’t really lie.

RR: I have a feeling you would kick us all out if I did, so I haven’t.

Marinette sighed, tension leaving her shoulders.

LB: Good. Keep it that way as long as you can, okay?

RR: They’re detectives, once they have the pieces they’ll put it together… also, why is your team so easy to figure out?

Marinette winced at that.

LB: Dumb Magic Rules.

Like the one that training a wielder young will prevent corrupting them to use it for personal gain. Like the one where a Guardian cannot be a True Guardian until they connect to the entire Box or Set of kwami. Like the one where Fu can’t give up being Guardian until she’s fully fledged… and that means until she can reclaim the Nooroo and Dusuu and heal Dusuu’s miraculous. That when she does—when she does Fu is gone.

She kept her breathing steady. nothing that they wouldn’t see as Typical Marinette Fretting Over Orders… not that they knew she had those cleared for the month.

“Good morning Dupain Cheng.”

She put her phone away easily, quick to keep up Typical Marinette (no plotting or superheroing here, just Typical Marinette, Baker’s Daughter and Keeper of Secret Drink Menu).

“Hi Damian, how was your weekend?”

“Annoying.” She winced at that. He didn’t exactly have friends here, and time differences are a horrible strain on them… Maybe Ladybug should keep an eye on him… just in case. “I hope yours was adequate.”

She was really wondering who taught him French today… he was being less him and more… stuffy than usual.

“I just needed some time away...” Honestly, she needed a lifetime away from Bustier and Hawkmoth… Lila was manageable (now).

“I am glad you were able to then.”

She was wondering where her deskmate went and why he wasn’t looking at her… Maybe she overdid it last week? She—no. She is stopping her analysis brain from going off and---

“Hello Marinette,” grinned obviously Not-Adrien. Seriously—how did they all fall for it back then? Body language, facial tics, accent—its all wrong.

She narrowed her eyes, not aware that Damian was doing the same beside her.

“Aw, didn’t you miss me?”

Nino came over then, scrunching up his nose as they both could tell Fake Adrien Agreste from the real one with ease now.

“What are you doing here,” Nino was definitely tired… He was not applying his sleep schedule quiz results at all. She was so lecturing him… lunch. She could pencil it in for lunch after wrecking Felix for taking Adrien’s place for the day.

“Oh, good to see I-Love-You Girl isn’t the only one that grew a brain since I last saw you all.” Felix raised an eyebrow at Damian, lingering. Plotting. “You’re new.”

“American Transfer, leave him out of whatever’s going on in that thing you call a brain.” Marinette was not going to deal with an akuma over this. Nope. She was not dealing with that again—or a series of Akuma… God she was going to kill Felix personally if he did. Chloe was untouchable as the Mayor’s daughter, but him? She could take him down again.

“And where’s my bro?”

“Your precious Ladybug,” He sneered, “didn’t cast whatever she did last time, and he’s home sick since his allergies are acting up. I figured it’d be as good a time as any to pull our old switcheroo to keep his Father-Farthest away.”

Marinette twitched at that. She knew she was forgetting something… She sent a quick text to Red Robin.

LB: Why didn’t you tell me it was Mr. Pigeon irl, not video!

RR: …you thought I figured it out from a video?

Marinette rolled her eyes openly at her phone, ignoring Nino as he threatened Felix with his own brand of Bro Shovel Speech.

LB: detectives, most of our battles are caught a decent amount on video, and most of Paris knows that Mr. Pigeon makes him sneeze. Really not a hard recon.

RR: I think you are overestimating my willingness to watch amateur video at length when I can outsource.

Marinette huffed at that.

LB: So you trusted them to not miss major clues when you were all working on different things and would miss key connections?

RR: we’re on the same page as a team. Plus, I get better info filtered with my apps

LB: Magic Fucks Things Up

RR: I’ve noticed.

She looked up to see Damian staring ahead, and wondered if she did something, or didn’t or—NO! Bad Marinette—no going down Rumination Ruin until its time to sleep. She needs daytime for Plotting, Nighttime for Anxiety and Regrets to run wild.

She kept her attention forward when class began, pointedly Not Talking To The Gremlin but not busting him either—she wasn’t going to get Adrien in trouble. Bustier may not notice the abuse signs, but a few other teachers had, and were given the ‘heads up’ by Nino and Chloe and Sabrina.

Lila was the only one unaware of the switch when she left during lunch to drop off a few deliveries her parents asked her to handle when the rush hit. Mostly to one elderly home, and one to her favorite Rescues Only center.

(if she was seen cooing at Lord Murder—yes she knows that’s a Bad Name but the giant kitty amputee was named that years ago before she was found and stubbornly refuses all other names. So, Lord Murder (Never Lady, she hisses at that) it was.)

She blinked when she saw Damian walk in on her checking the Lord Murder’s prosthetic.

“Hey Damian.”

“Dupain Cheng.”

Marinette nodded in acknowledgement and hoped he didn’t catch her calling Lord Murder “the lord and master of murder, the most deadly kitty in existence, and yes, clearly the most cunning of kitties to manage to scratch Mean ol’ Jean with the new paw when it doesn’t even have claws, because you are The Lord Murder, kitty of cuteness and wrath to all unwanted bath times.”

He was watching her then. “Lord likes you.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow, as yes, her favorite rescue (sorry Chat) likes her. She’s the one who argued them into letting them try out prosthetics and handled the funding (officially as MDC) and may have gone overboard on checking everything from the fits and materials and… yeah, okay, she could admit that the giant fluffy Norwegian Forest home in a millisecond if it wasn’t for the health code violation (soon… Gina mentioned she might stop renting out her old house soon as the current group was only a quick temp and she didn’t want someone else living there that wasn’t like family… and something about her Lost Son using it for the moment. Maybe she could convince Maman and Papa to let her do house sitting is she breaks out the Kitten Eyes.)

“Yes. Yes she does.”

Then Lord slow blinked at Damian. She wasn’t sure if she sould be offended or worry her favorite might be adopted by someone else, or glad that it was a serial pet adopter that actually took care of their pets and would be just as nuts as her about making sure Lord Murder was happy and healthy.

“I see she likes you too.”

She could feel Tikki dying in her bag… yes, she was being… awkward. She got it…

“Anyways, I should get going, still have a delivery to do and all so…”

She didn’t, she just really had no idea how to broach the Awkward that was Damian Greyson at the moment.

“See you tomorrow.”

That got him to pause. “Tomorrow?”

“Uh, gymnastics for the rest of the day, making up for what I missed so…”

“If you see the Other Grayson, tell him he is not to hug you.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow. “I…” Brother, father, maybe cousin or legal guardian or friend of his father’s. Too many possibilities, too much to spiral on that she can’t right now. SO.

“O. okay then.”

“Good.”

Marinette waited for him to leave the room, looking at a Too Amused Lord Murder.

“Don’t you start with me, I know I’m a mess on a good day. And no, I’m not overthinking this time Lord, I’m planning, there’s a difference… And no, its not an Alya Plot.”

Those went sideways too fast.

She left with ease and froze at the text from Red Robin.

RR: Can we meet up tonight? No traces that way.

She sent a time and place and –If no akumas happen.

--

THANK YOU ALL FOR WAITING. it has been a hellish time at work and extra shifts and war-zone lately on top of Precious Puppy Bonding and Care. As always, edits when I can get there and any comments or things you'd like to see expanded on more, leave a comment and I'll try to work it in if it flows.

As you can see, Plot Lines are converging soon.

Big Question though--what kind of Lila Exposed By Class do we want/are angling for? I can go legal or social backlash, blacklisting from Agreste brand, or some combo, or keep it a background element as I don't like how cannon Lila is written and the characters altered to make her bad lies work, so...

Other inquiry--do we want Dick to see Marinette take down someone (probably trying to rob her) on her way out of her gymnastics place on her way home using a few Obviously MIxed Gymnastics and Specific Brand of Martial Arts that feels oddly familiar to Nightwing who tells Red Robin and for him to groan as 'Coffee Angel, Why!' and then the next day its 'oh. Coffee Angel is also That Woman's Granddaughter. It all makes Sense now.' (as i hc Gina as probably busting a few drug, weapons, and human trafficking rings on occasion as how she met Jason back in the day) OR for him to only see the end as Nightwing and stare as she took them down and used her earbuds as 'makeshift handcuffs' while she's calling Sabrina as "I'm fine, no dodged their hits and yes i didn't get gassed this time... yes I'll let the medics look me over and no i'm not going to vanish before they get here unless Akuma, Yes if that happens i'll go to the hospital after--Look, i think i saw a shadow just move. I'm going on Akuma-mode now so... Thanks!" before running to meet up with Red Robin and have it take meeting Gina and looking between Gina and Marinette and how she responds to Jason trying to spar with her and then it clicks? I can go either way, but... Tim figures them out quick and straight up says at one point "I mean, Queen Bee after Style Queen, inverse colors... I've seen the multiverse, I had her pegged after seeing her in the bakery last week." All while Not Telling The Bats as Marinette's team doesn't even know and he has a feeling (correctly) she'll react Badly if she isn't the one to tell him before he comes clean, and ears her bolting as 'no support, team leader, and often absentee and likely disabled mentor, civilian life was a wreck for two years and her civilian safety net is only JUST reforming... hm. That's Famil--Oh.... well... wait until trust is there and let her move on that front, try not to set her off and offer help in what she'll allow--or risk pissing off the demi-goddess of creation and his Coffee Angel. Which he'd like to avoid, please and thank you.

Yeah, Tim is definitely going to Project on Marinette in this.

Also, I see Jason or Dick as Getting Marinette is InvolvedTM next... and Damian being the one to confirm the suspicions.

Prefer Jason Big Brothering or Dick "New Sister Mode Engaged" to suspect she's a temp hero? (Jason via Have You Seen Her in a Spar--and it's Gina's Granddaughter vs Dick 'Her Moves are Too Familiar, Maybe Ladybug uses her as a Body Double and trains her?' as the first Suspicion Arisen among the Bats.

[lady-of-lies]

themaraudersoutsidersandpeggy’s masterlist

Here you go my friend! I’m pretty sure everything is working now, and I’m sorry you had so much trouble with creating your masterlist

Marvel:

Peter Parker:

Headcanon for calming down a Reader with an anxiety attack

Peter with Avenger!Reader

Peter breaks up with Stark!Reader to protect them 

Peter breaks up with Stark!Reader to protect them part two 

Peter breaks up with Stark!Reader to protect them part three

Peter dating a Musician!Reader

Peter with a Cheerleader!Reader

Dad!Bucky finding out you're dating Peter

Thanksgiving with Dad!Tony and Peter and Aunt May

Shy Peter crushing on you

Peter with Reader with a heavy Brooklyn accent

Peter with a chubby, short Reader

Peter comforts reader after they scream during a nightmare 

Peter comforting Dancer!Reader

Peter with Avenger!Reader when they are in a dangerous situation  

Shy!Peter with outspoken reader

Short Peter with Tall Reader

Sub!Peter (not NSFW)

You're My One Exception

Donating hair with Peter

Wearing Peter's PJ's

Aunt May loving you

Peter and Reader annoying each other

Tall!Reader Headcannons

Another Peter comforts Reader after nightmare

Hugging Headcanon

Naps Headcanon

Going to see Hamilton

You're worried Peter's sweatshirts won't fit  

Bi best friend headcanons

Getting your period 

Getting your period at school

Lesbian best friend headcanons 

Peter with Short!Reader

Peter realizing he is in love with Avenger!Reader after they return from a mission

Peter gets his legs waxed

Peter helps you destress

Peter with Reader who bruises easily

Hurricane Florence

How Peter shows his love for you

Peter with Tourrettes!Reader

Kisses and Swollen Lips

Peter with Green-Eyed!Reader

Peter with Brown-Eyed!Reader

Peter with plus sized, self conscious Reader

Dating Peter and having a strict dad

Peter taking care of you while you're sick

Peter watching Ballerina!Reader dance

Peter watching Reader act in a musical

Peter talking about how much he loves you

Peter loves your braces

“I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital”

“I always knew you would be the one I would take a bullet for.” 

God, I'm never leaving your side again

Peter with Glasses!Reader

Peter and Stark!Reader Nerf war

Reader realizing they're in love with Peter

Touchy!Reader with a crush on Peter

Peter and Reader who doesn't show much skin, then wears shorts

Peter watching the Reader as Spiderman

Peter and Insecure!Reader

Dating Peter and being scared of spiders

Dating Peter and being Loki's daughter

Stark!Reader ABC'S

Reader who doesn't like getting their picture taken

Reader with a lot of headaches

Your dog "attacks" Peter

Peter dating Thor and Loki's sister Reader

Babysitting with Peter

First date headcanons

Reader finding out Peter is Spiderman and patching him up

Peter and Stark!Reader headcanons

Peter with bookworm Reader

Being Peter's sister

Being Bucky's daughter and dating Peter

Crushing on Peter and holding hands

You and Peter get a cat

First I love you

Rainy day with Peter

Peter and Stark!Reader adopt a stray cat

Peter learns about periods

Peter walks in on you singing and dancing in his shirt

Roadtrips with Peter

Study date headcanons

Leave them alone!

Peter tries to raise the blinds and breaks them

Cute Alphabet

Reader trying to figure out if they have anxiety

"Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you."

But I want to hear you sing

Reader gets saved by Spiderman and finds out it's Peter

Falling asleep on Peter for the first time

Being plus-sized and wearing Peter's hoodies

Art school Reader

In which Peter tries to flirt with you at a party

Shut up and kiss me

Cuddling with Peter

Sick day

Peter and Painter!Reader

You bake when you're stressed and you've been gifting me baskets of cookies

"Listen, I really don’t like you, but you have kittens, so I’m going to be over a lot.”

Goodbye Part One 

Goodbyes Part Two 

Goodbyes Part Three 

Nail Polish

♡☾♒

Peter's quirks

Getting you teeth pulled 

Banner!Reader x Peter Parker 

Are you jealous?

You didn't get the job you wanted

Roadkill   

The Language of Art

Where all the Avengers vaguely know you but didn't know you and Peter were dating

Peter asking and taking the Reader on a date

The Avengers find out Peter and Stark!Reader are dating

Damsel in Distress  

His Favorite Pastime 

Steve Rogers:

He holds your hand to stop your anxiety 

Steve Rogers x Adopted Daughter

You don't want him to go on a run

Steve dating a short and chubby Reader

Hurricane Florence

"Go away’ is just a lonely person’s way of saying, ‘show me that you care enough to stay’.”  

Your bedhead is really cute

Falling asleep on Steve headcanons

It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway

Oblivious Crushes

All That I Lost

With Just One Snap

Bucky Barnes:

Introverted!Reader with a crush on Bucky

Dad!Bucky dating Peter

Bucky dating Tall!Reader

Bucky dating Short!Reader

Hurricane Florence

Bucky with Green-Eyed!Reader

Bucky with Brown-Eyed!Reader

Card games with Bucky

I always knew you would be the one I took a bullet for.

The other Dad!Bucky dating Peter

Bucky and Band!Reader

Being kidnapped by HYDRA and being Bucky's sister

Bucky taking care of a sick Reader

Bucky being best friends with Depressed!Reader

Big brother Bucky

Being Bucky's sister

ABC'S

Falling asleep on Bucky

Sunrise

Jealousy

Natasha Romanoff:

Hurricane Florence

Depressed!Reader 

Loki Laufeyson:

Loki braiding your hair

Loki braiding your hair again

Reading with Loki

Loki and a Tall!Reader

Loki finding out you have an eating disorder

Loki and Green-Eyed!Reader

Loki with Brown-Eyed!Reader

Loki with a cuddly Reader

Being Loki and Thor's sister

Surprise sleepover with Loki

Dating an insecure Peter

Thor and Loki comforting Reader after self-harm

You Are My New Pillow

Shy!Reader crushing on Loki

Falling asleep on Loki

Loki comforting grieving Reader

Loki and spontaneous, hothead, clever and funny Reader

Hurricane Florence

Thor Odisnon:

Being Loki and Thor's sister

Thor and Loki comforting Reader after self-harm

Baking with Thor

Hurricane Florence

Fluffy dating headcanons

Thor and Short!Reader

Thor and Green-Eyed!Reader

Thor with Brown-Eyed!Reader

Thor dating Short!Reader

Dating an insecure Peter

Hurricane Florence

Tony Stark:

Peter breaks up with Stark!Reader to protect them 

Peter breaks up with Stark!Reader to protect them part two 

Peter breaks up with Stark!Reader to protect them part three

Thanksgiving with Dad!Tony and Peter and Aunt May

Reader gets Tony to go to bed on time

Tony taking care of a sick Reader

Hurricane Florence

Peter dating Stark!Reader with powers

Falling asleep on Tony

But I Want To Hear You Sing

You're My Remedy

Helicopter parent Tony

The Avengers find out Peter and Stark!Reader are dating

Clint Barton:

Distractions

Hurricane Florence

Marvel actors:

Tom Holland:

Tom having a girlfriend who always carries a book with her

Tom having a girlfriend with anxiety

Tom turning his s/o to mush while playing with her hair 

Angsty Tom part 1 part 2 part 3

Mob!Tom watching his girlfriend mob!reader kill someone for the first time

Mob!Tom

Mob!Tom cuddling with his 4 year old son

Tom dating a mobboss

Tom being a jealous roommate part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 

Tom and reader going on a trip together

Tom taking his s/o with him when he removes his wisdom teeth

Tom with a clumsy girlfriend

Unnamed Tom blurb (angst)

Tom being jealous would include

Taking Tom with you to a family event and falling asleep in eachothers arms

Tom helping you destress

first kiss with Tom would include

Tom dating a plus size!reader

Cuddling with Tom

Tom reacting to his girlfriend secretly making fanfics about Peter Parker

Broken hearts and bandages

Tom taking reader to Disneyland

How the marvel actors are during your period

Tom taking care of you during a storm

Random Tom headcannon

Another jealous Tom

Tom feeling cuddly and calling you to a cuddling emergensy

Car accident

Painting your room with Tom

Tom comforting his s/o who is self cautious about her wheight

Movie night with sick Tom

Tom taking you on a date to the aquarium

bringing Tom swimming with your friends

The old appartment

Tom meeting the reader at a convention

Tom Hiddleston:

how the marvel actors are during your period

Benedict Cumberbatch:

how the marvel actors are during your period

Chris Evans:

How the marvel actors are during your period

Chris wants to surprise you

Sebastian Stan:

how the marvel actors are during your period

Marauders:

Sirius Black:

Sirius breaks up with you 1 2

“I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again”

Pregnant

New Years Kiss

The marauders surprise you for your birthday

Baker Neighbor AU

Sirius comforting self-harming!reader

Sirius x Bi!Reader

Butt-first

The Marauders helping you with homework

You surprise Sirius for his birthday

Taking care of a pregnant reader

“Sugar, spice, and… more spice.”

Sirius finds out reader self-harms

Cuddling with Remus and Sirius

Remus and Sirius comfort reader during a crisis

Insecurities

More birthday headcanons

Sirius loving your butt

Sad!Sirius

Even more birthday headcanons

“A dog with separation anxiety”

Comforting a sad reader

bOOP

Blood-traitor

Survivor’s guilt

“You can’t yell at me, I’m injured”

That shirt

Reader is scared she won’t fit into Sirius’ hoodie

Slytherin Reader x Sirius Black (Platonic)

When the marauders can’t figure out what house you’re in

Backup Boys

Sirius Black x Potter!Reader

Sitting on Sirius’ lap

Sirius with an anxious, depressed reader

The marauders finding out that their friend is self-harming and anorexic

Doggo Sirius 1 2

Sirius comforting his girlfriend after she cries because of a book

Bunbun

Lazy day with Sirius

Remus Lupin:

Remus is always cold, but reader is always warm

The marauders just cant figure out what house your in

Reader knowing exactly who Remus is but no one else from the gang

being married to professor Lupin would include

Remus comforts you after a terrible day at work

Remus comforts his s/o who suffers from depression and severe anxiety

the marauders finding out you're anorexic and self harms

reader organizes Remus a party

sister!reader who prepares a garden that helps remus relax

Remus comforts you when you cry over a book

the marauders giving you cute nicknames

Lazy day

Remus's secret admirer on valentines day

Remus taking care of you, reader, with severe depression

Remus finds out you self harms

Study date

Unnamed Remus blurb

Midnight new years kiss

Birthday surprise

Father figure Remus

Father figure Remus and a creative reader

Father figure Remus where reader has abusive parents

Dinner cuddles

Father figure Remus and suicidal reader

homework helpers

Remus comforts you after you get a bad grade

Remus and you help each other with insecurities

Remus and a reader who's socially anxious

fluffy cuddles

Remus and a chubby!reader who steals his hoodies

Unnamed Remus blurb

Remus comforts you during a crisis

coffee shop date

the reader has anxiety and feels like she doesn't belong in her house

Unnamed Remus blurb

A fluffy birthday

Remus takes care of you when you're exhausted

Fluffy blurb

Remus takes care of a baby

remus hears you sing

unnamed blurb

skinny love

Royal Remus AU part 1 part 2

grief

Remus and assassin AU

college AU

unnamed blurb

unnamed blurb

hide and seek

the alphabet with Remus

study helpers

Remus asking you to the ball

reader finding out about his lycanthropy

Father figure Remus and a really insecure student

an awkward first date

father figure Remus

Remus takes care of you when you are depressed

father figure Remus comforts you

being black and dating Remus

dating Remus and being a Hufflepuff

unnamed blurb

being short and dating Remus would include

being a student in professor Lupins class would include

soulmate AU

staring

James Potter:

the marauders just cant figure out which house your in

Common friends

the marauders finding out you're anorexic and self harms

the marauders giving you cute nicknames

Birthday surprise

Parents who don't approve

fluffy prompt

James cant find his glasses

James Potter alphabet

Midnight new years kiss

Lazy day

unnamed fluffy blurb

James takes care of you when you're sick 

homework helpers

unnamed blurb

hide and seek

James and a reader who's socially anxious

James being dramatic

study helpers

James with a pregnant!reader

unnamed blurb

unnamed blurb

unnamed blurb

James tries to teach you how to play quidditch

hating James but having to spend time with him which makes you change your mind

being James's twin sister and starting to date Sirius

James dating a slytherin

James turning into a deer part 1 part 2

dating James and being insecure about your appearance

playful fighting

more James and insecure reader

unnamed blurb

James teases you for reading so much

James meeting your parents

James with a curvy s/o

James helping his girlfriend with her anxiety

James helping you with nightmares

unnamed blurb

unnamed blurb

unnamed blurb

unnamed blurb

yours and James's wedding night

James is craving some attention

unnamed blurb

James thinks your cute

tooth rottingly fluffy blurb

fluffy prompt

James introduces you to his parents

James dating a ravenclaw

Golden trio:

Theodore Nott:

Theodore and Depressed!Reader

Draco Malfoy:

Draco x Slytherin Reader

Fighting with Draco

Headcanon game

Draco x Weasley!Reader

Study Date

I’ll stick with tea, thanks

Harry Potter: in progress

Fred Weasley: in progress

George Weasley: in progress

Tom Riddle era:

Tom Riddle:

Fighting with Tom

The outsiders:

Sodapop Curtis:

Overwhelmed

Sodapop x Pastel!Soc

Soda having a girlfriend who rollerskates everywhere

Alphabet with Sodapop

Dating Sodapop would include

Headcanon game

Seven Years Later

Job-Seeking

Falling For You

Dallas Winston:

First date with Dally

Dallas x Hood!Reader

Dally x cheery!soc

I think I love you

Dally x Chubby!Reader

Dating Dallas Would Include

Dating Johnny and Dally would include (polyamorous relationship)

Ponyboy Curtis:

Overwhelmed

Family Reunion

First Dates

Two-Bit Mathews:

Overwhelmed

Two-Bit Dating a Tall person

Darry Curtis:

Dating Darry Curtis when you have a younger sister

Overwhelmed

You can’t yell at me I’m injured

Steve Randle:

Not Just a Kid

Overwhelmed

Johnny Cade:

Waking up to Johnny

Dating Johnny and Dally would include (polyamorous relationship)

Overwhelmed

Dating Johnny Cade would include

Ohana

Reader getting hit on and Johnny helps

First Dates

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Wings of Wax

Title: Wings Of Wax

 Fandom: Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel

Character Pair/Relationship: Alastor/Husk

 Note(s)/Author’s Words: This is considered a continuation of my first story “Hush”. This kicks off where it left off, showcasing what the physical show of what Alastor wanted. This story is even more fucked than the first one. Feel free to tell me what you think. Critiques are welcomed! Bricks and angry mobs with torches are not! Enjoy my shitshow!!!!

       The shadow of the deer demon haphazardly deposited the horror stricken cat demon onto the gargantuan red silk duvet before retreating back towards the being it was summoned from. Husk still couldn’t quite grasp what was happening to the younger male as he dragged himself further atop the king-sized mattress. Still, he gazed at him as Alastor remained at the door. The shadow moved to materialize again; coming from behind and locking the door with a resounding, gut-clenching click.

Now trapped with Alastor, Husk’s only other option would be to have to fight the demon. The only draw back being… No one had ever fought, or even lived long enough to see the Radio Demon in his true, abominable form. ‘I’ll have to be the first…’ The cat’s wings pressed deeper into his back, tail curling in between his legs, ears flattened to his skull. His muzzle scrunched in a snarl, a ragged noise pushing out his nose as he readied himself for his impulsive attack.

A pattern of attack was gone the moment Alastor took four to seven massive steps to the bed. He leered at him, gaze sharper than any of the knives or blades he’d gotten from any of the mass exterminations. Eyes unblinking even as his talons raked over the silk sheets. Husk scooted further up the bed, his feet nearly caught by the long, gleaming red claws. Then, in a savage drawl, Alastor slammed his nails into the bed hard enough to tear into the mattress.

Another out-of-character scream ripped out of Husk’s mouth, body caving as he cowered, his head bashing against the headboard in panic. He started to tremor, his whole body vibrating so much, one would nearly hear his bones popping and rattling. Orange eyes, colored like the softest harvest moons, darted away swiftly as his wings shot up to cover his pitiful attempt at holding back his tears. The sound that he made from his exasperated throat was supposed to be a purr or snort, but only came into the air as a choked sniveling cough. Soon the room was consumed by the ugly sound of his pathetic sobs.

The unholy eldritch’s head tilted abnormally, its expressionless face contorting into something that could not be perceived as an emotion. Staticky clattering came from the demon’s teeth as he registered the small, frailer looking cat. Tactfully, he ran his claws through the fur on the cat’s leg. The delicate touches were of mock pity as he began to imitate the same purring noise Husk had no power to stop.

He continued to run his fingers through sweat-drenched, coarse fur as the form began to melt into someone familiar. The whole time, Husk’s eyes were closed, fighting off the futile tears as they fell to the bed. When he mustered enough resolve to open them, Alastor’s beastly form had returned to normalcy, save the oddly soft smile that was in the place of his harsh, toothy grin. His eyes even gave off an unusually faint glow.

His gloved fingers rubbed softly on the surface of Husk’s wings, feathers long and plush being swept and carried by the Radio Demon’s abnormally soft touch. Alastor kept rubbing his wings, periodically going to his fur to run his fingers in it in a motion similar to having a comb.

Husk didn’t have to ask in order to figure what Alastor was doing: The demon was grooming him into calming down. And tried to manipulate him into purring. Husk hated hearing the sounds even more than feeling them rumble and pulsate out of his chest. But to Alastor, it was riveting. A salacious joy to partake in, regardless if Husk himself didn’t enjoy it. He loved doing things Husk did not enjoy.

The cat demon flinched with every soft touch, something coming from his mouth, but not loud enough to be considered a sound. What Alastor could make from the sound could have been a sigh, or a gasp.

“There, there…”, The twinge in his voice made him sound a bit hoarse at first; kind of like he had been coughing a while, “Doesn’t this feel nice?” He went on as he crawled onto the bed, his body encompassing the smaller cat, who’s wings pulled further up his body. He kept himself in a closed, shivering ball just in reach of the demon’s reddened, gloved finger tips. Minutely, Husk found his eyes closing, then coming open slowly.

The more Alastor stroked up his fur, the less likely his fight or flight response would convey the Radio Demon as a threat. It was becoming difficult to not fall into his need for the touch. The complacency of comfort that was usually associated with someone attempting to be affectionate with him. As a 7′3 cat demon, Husk made it a point to show he wasn’t cute. Or required general affection or touch.

It was easy enough. Often he’d be fighting to protect his turf, or kick out needless squatters at his bar. In either circumstance, Husk was more than a little terrifying. But never to Alastor.

The cat began to unwrap himself from the ball he turned himself into, his paws hiding long, sharp pointed nails in case the Radio Demon would be ready to take him down.

“Al… Don’t. I don’t know- what brought this on?” Husk stammered as he pushed his head bumped the headboard. He tried his damnedest to stop the shaking in his lower body.

“What brought this on?,” Alastor’s head cocked questioningly. He was on his knees when removed his overcoat, casually flinging the wardrobe onto the loveseat on the side of the room, “I’m quite surprised that you don’t remember what happened so long ago. This…,” his hands went up Husk’s slender thighs, claws grasping tenderly there, “What I’ve felt for you hasn’t at all changed.”

Before Husk could snap back, he swiftly yanked his claws into the sheets as he suddenly was dragged to be placed parallel of Alastor’s hips.

“I… I remember!”, he snarled quickly, grinding his teeth hard enough to shoot sparks from his mouth, “I remember what you tried to do! I remembered feeling your hands, your nails running through my fur as you put your revolting tongue on me! I still get sick knowing that you were rubbing your cock on me while you kissed and tongued my neck.” His tone wavered, yet he still growled defiantly at the demon that sat above him. The one who was always above. And he put him there.

Alastor remained focused on Husk as he spoke, more desperately yelled, his case to him. The whole time he kept rubbing his fingers through the fur on the cat’s hips hoping that he’d shutter them into moving. He moved his palms up and down, twitching his thumbs on the upper part of the cat’s hipbone. His face appeared dreamy, whimsy with his glance. Without changing his position too much, Alastor managed to hike Husk’s legs onto his shoulders, the sudden motion making him growl in anger.

“Good, because I also remember how your paws felt as I shoved them into the mud, or the way you groaned as you pretended to hate me. But I also remember feeling…”, he trailed off removing his hands from the cat’s hip to grab painfully at his throat, pushing down on his windpipe suddenly, “your nails in my legs as you surged up to nearly rip out my throat.”

“I-I- I w-won’t apolo- apologize for-for that!” Husk wheezed to the point of asphyxiation. The bending of his body made the suffocation much worse; the pressure Alastor caused was making him grip the Radio Demon’s shoulders tighter with his legs.

"I wouldn’t expect any less,” Alastor closed his sanguine red eyes, relishing in the clenching of the cat’s legs tightening around, “I don’t think you can comprehend how much I wanted to ravish you the time we met.” The Radio Demon began to grind into Husk’s rump, seeing him twitch and squirm as he fought to remain still.

The giant cat bit his tongue, forcing a whimper that wanted to make this situation much worse. His thighs trembled softly as the taller demon pumped against him with vigor. For a few aching minutes Alastor ground himself into Husk, occasionally leaning over to peck him on his cheek. Electricity shot through the cat as he felt Alastor’s genitals brush against him. Unconsciously, Husk began to grind his body down in order to reciprocate those jolts of dizzying pleasure. His face began to warm, wings near his back fluttering with the exasperated pants of the large cat.

Feeling the older male giving in, Alastor removed his hands from the previously strangled cat’s neck, granting slight reprieve. It didn’t last as long as the cat would like as Alastor moved back; his shoulders still bracketing Husk’s lengthy legs as he moved to get as low as allowed.

“Sweet kitten… my dearest sweet kitty,” Alastor started as his face hovered just above Husk’s panting belly, “I’ve been giddy with this urge to devour you for too long. I think the only thing that has kept you from me was my need to keep busy. That changes now.”

The fog in Husk’s mind subsided enough for him to notice Alastor was no longer grinding into him, instead his head was hovering just above his belly. That was when the realization dawned. In the time it took for him to muscle enough strength to move back, Alastor’s face was in between his thighs licking at him feverishly. A surprised cry came from Husk as his claws shot out to grab onto the Radio Demon’s horns, not entirely sure if he was trying to push him away or further him along. Either option made this torture worse. Not thinking on it, Husk’s claws grated into Alastor’s hair pulling the young man deeper.

The cat’s cheeks burned; whether from the shame of giving up so quickly or a new found rage for the demon who was currently tongue deep inside him, he couldn’t make himself know. What he did know however, was that this was a sensation he hadn’t felt in a long while. It was so good, the cat’s body was beginning to do the opposite of what his mind was telling it. For every exhale of heated breath, Husk’s lower body arched in a bow in order to get feel for a better angle. When that tongue touched a sensitive spot; on or inside of Husk, the cat would crow and moan pathetically.

Alastor internally wished he could see the cat’s face contorting and fissuring from the strain of failing to contain his arousal. For now, feeling his thighs clench over his head as his tongue wriggled about inside him was more than enough confirmation he was enjoying himself. He wanted to hear more of the cat’s cries and purrs, so he lifted up a bit more while his right hand palmed the erecting phallus hanging loosely in between the cat’s legs.

“Stop! Al-Alastor! Pl–”, His fangs went into his lips, biting off the pleas before they were wrenched out. One of his claws remaining in the demon’s hair as the other ripped into his clothing.

A burst of hunger rattled throughout Alastor at the feel of those long nails digging into his back. A deep trembling growl came forth as his mind became laced with static. The cat’s willfulness to act on this was something the deer demon had counted on, but not so quickly. He wanted more of it! And so much of it. His gloved hand played about with Husk’s pecker more, his head and tongue still in between the cat demon’s thighs. Above him, he could continuously hear the begging falling from the cat’s lips, “No, No! Please… Oh, god” he’d be whispering and chanting to himself.

The whole scene went for what could have felt like hours but were merely minutes in normal time. One of Husk’s claws broke the flesh on Alastor’s back as he tried to either attack him or bring him closer. The fresh stinking of blood– fully well knowing it was his own blood– drove Alastor into a sex crazed fritz. His tongue left from the inside of Husk; much to his silent relief, and wrapped around the cat demon’s red, bulbous phallus.

“Oh! Alastor!” Husk screamed suddenly, his wings flapping frantically but not being able to get any lift. He began to struggle as he felt his impending climax surfacing; pressure in his lower back and hips giving the warning.

With the changing of position, Alastor could now see the cat demon’s face: And his eyes shot wide as he bobbed up and down on the older male’s cock. The male cat’s face was gloriously slack and strained. Ears fell back as his eyes rolled back in his head with fervor and ecstasy. His mouth hung open as he sucked in deep, loud pants of heated air. Seeing his old partner like his was everything Alastor wanted to see the first time he ever met him. Shame it took him this long to finally get him to this.

While he celebrated this victory, Husk had tensed and froze all together. His back had reached a perfect arch as he growled loud enough to vibrate the air. Alastor looked up at him as the male had reached his climax; jaws hung open in a silent shout as his talons pulled into Alastor’s back even more. He wasn’t even disgusted by the taste of the cat’s seed on his tongue. The warm liquid steadily pumped down his throat as he swallowed Husk to the hilt. Plus, he didn’t stop afterwards; he hollowed his cheeks more and bobbed his head in the same rhythm as before.  

“No! No! Ala-”, Husk crooned weakly at the motion of Alastor’s tongue slipping over his cock, “I-I can’t ta-take it!” A sob bubbled from him as Husk kept kicking and fighting through his climax. About a minute later, Alastor released his hold, merely watching as the cat demon’s erection slid from his mouth.

He pulled forward his silk handkerchief from a small pocket, using the fabric to clean any residual seed from his lips. While that happened, Husk’s limbs shivered as he struggled to figure out what was going on. His eyes blearily looked around the room until he looked down at himself, and the Radio Demon hunched in between his legs.

“Alastor…” It didn’t come out as a question. Husk didn’t know what he wanted to say to him. The demon that had his mouth on his cock, took the words from the cat. Hard orange eyes had become softened due to his climax. Reflexively the cat demon’s claws dug into the silk duvet. His ears folded on the pillow that had been pushed underneath his head. The firmness made sitting up even a bit easier.

Alastor’s grin never wavered, his eyes going sharp as he drug himself atop the bed. When he was face to face with the cat, he leant in. The top half of his chest was now pressing down on Husk’s. He measured the slightly hitched breathing as his gaze went to Husk’s lips. He didn’t give Husk the chance to block his offense as his lips collided the cats’. Alastor kept his gaze on the cat, eyes never closing as their lips remained locked. Sanguine colored eyes shuddered in the vibrancy of the contrasting red and black room. Soon the quiet of the room was interrupted as Husk’s lips entangled with the younger demon’s in earnest. He made a futile attempt to push him off, only for Alastor to reach between them, gather both of his claws, and pin them to the top of the bed.

Well and truly trapped, Husk could only groan… His claws were held above his head in the manner similar to the way Alastor held him the first time. His mouth opened to breath in the air of Alastor, nearly crying out in his mouth as he felt the Radio Demon’s tongue delve inside. For a few solid minutes, their lips slipped and squelched off each other in wet, delicious pops and licks. Husk closed his eyes, not trying to observe what his body had been reduced to. Vocally, he purred softly. It came out of him so quietly, he didn’t acknowledge it until Alastor’s tongue was halfway down his throat.

The cat below him began to squirm with the intrusion of his long tongue. The appendage going down his throat, to the top of his mouth and more. When noticed Husk’s chest heaving he stopped kissing him, but merely hovered over the smaller cat. The old male couldn’t bring himself to look at his violator. He had to remind himself that what Alastor wanted was in no way consensual. This was what Husk should’ve been more careful to avoid. He should not have let his guard down for such an extended period. Husk had gambled his luck the first time; a successful gamble it was. The Radio Demon, at the time, didn’t know who he had been facing. And the desire to suddenly be inside of Husk made him clumsy, arrogant, forgetful, as well as neglectful.  

Now the cards and luck turned against the old man as he shuddered to the feeling of the young man pecking and licking his neck, he cringed with the feeling of the sharpened teeth against his throat. A gesture reminiscent of the time Husk threatened to bleed the demon dry. He wondered if he would want to taste his blood. If afterwards, when he dumped himself inside of his abused body, he’d want the cat to experience the same pain of having his throat bit into. Would the demon revel in watching the light fade from his eyes as he gulped his fluids greedily and then depositing the drained corpse that was Husk?

A sniveling groan came from Husk as he felt Alastor’s teeth nip into his collarbone. Another pathetic noise mustered from Husk as Alastor’s teeth scraped along his arm.

“Stop it,” The younger demon said suddenly, a vicious snarl accompanying the words, “Stop making that putrid noise this instant.”

The cat was about to let loose a sob but remembered himself enough to hold it in. This whole scene was misery and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He was pinned by the demon’s weight as Alastor began to feel on everything. His eyes darted somewhere else, at a place where wasn’t looking at the larger demon. He felt some relief when Alastor pulled himself off in order to undo his pants. The sound of clasps being undone and his belt unwrapping made Husk sick to his stomach. In a renewed strife, Husk fought back against Alastor’s hold. He kicked, shoved, and floundered all over the bed all in an attempt to get out of his grasp.

Alastor could see the fight returning to the old cat and began to maneuver his grip so that he was now holding both of Husk’s wrist’s. With that step done, Alastor dragged the cat’s body further up the bed, his wings scraping with resistance. Those noises from earlier, Husk crying and sniveling, came back and louder than before. In desperation and despair, the cat’s eyes; full of unshed tears, began to spill over, the wet drops sinking into his fur.

“No! No! Please, I don’t want this!,” He sobbed out, “What are you tryin’ to get out of this?! Why are you doin’ this?!”

Those questions struck a chord in the Radio Demon. He remembers a time too long forgotten when his victims would plea and snivel for their lives. And would ask him the “what’s”, and the “why’s”. Back then, Alastor didn’t tell them why. Or what for. There was no point in entertaining a dead guest. And the looks; their last living gazes as he butchered would solidify his “what’s” and “why’s”. He didn’t love tormenting his dead weight victims… He lavished in the sickened stinking of their blood as it decorated his suit. The adrenaline he got from his murders would shoot through every corner of his body, lighting up his veins with a cocktail that couldn’t be chilled out.

He hated how his body worked when he killed his prey. He shuddered with disgust at how aroused his body got at watching the dismemberment of a body. Often his cock would get unnecessarily hard. But he didn’t wish to enter a brothel, or head home to work it out himself. He hated how his own body distracted and bothered him. Unwillingly, he’d pull himself free with a violent tug and pleasure himself with the intermingling scent of himself and blood of the prey.

His orgasms left him empty, devoid of the rush he had gotten before. It left him cold and apathetic as he numbly looked at his spunk as it trailed down his fingers. He put himself away, choosing to gather his things and contemplated where his next kill should be. And who will be next.

“Why?…,” He could have been talking to Husk to answer his question, but he was looking at the pillow above his head. And not Husk, “For love, my darling.”

The trembling cat underneath him knew better. Nothing about this was about love. This was about getting something. This was all about taking something that he couldn’t have to begin with. Love was not a thing Alastor felt. Except for himself and his motives. But to love someone?

“This ain’t love!,” Husk snarled as he powered up again only to be forced back into the mattress, “You don’t love me! You never have!” Husk renewed his attempts to fight Alastor. Along with his grip.

Nothing verbal came from the larger demon as the feline tried to get himself away out of his grasp. His gaze intensifying as he looked down at the cat demon. Saliva began to collect in his mouth while he watched him wriggle and struggle. A quickening thrummed through his heart as he listened to the way Husk cried and groaned. Soon, the cat was beginning to tire; he had put too much effort into struggling to only realize that he wasn’t going to be released.

“Tired, sweet thing?”, Alastor jabbed with mock sympathy, “Poor Husk… don’t you worry too much now. This will feel good. You will love it. And I want you to tell me that ‘you want this.” Pulling his pants down a little further exposed more of Alastor’s cock. Pathetically, Husk worked by dragging his feet along the cool duvet, appearing to almost be grinding his hips in order to feel comfortable. His paws flexed in Alastor’s hands as he used his fingers to press into his paw pads.

Husk turned his head to the side now, since he no longer had fight in him, the least he made himself do was not look at Alastor while this happened. His body heat came out as a simpering cold, stages of shock starting to ice him over. He didn’t even move when Alastor pressed his lips against his cheek and chin. He whispered something to him, whether Husk was listening or not Alastor didn’t think to care, as he pushed himself slowly into the cat. He wriggled and squirmed with the intrusion, his back arching as he sucked in a sudden pant.

A shout was stuck in Husk’s throat as he felt the larger demon push himself in further. On instinct, his wing flared and flapped; the feathers loudly colliding with the sheets and headboard. Husk’s claws sheathed and unsheathed, the method causing Husk to think on that instead of Alastor’s short thrusts. Alastor panted in the cat’s massive ears, knees scooting inward as he bottomed out completely; causing both to make an exasperated or relieved noise.

He stayed like that, taking the feeling of Husk around him, watching the cat’s deflating persona as he looked away from him, instead choosing to look at his restrained paws. He stayed oddly silent, save his heavy breathing. The fight he had previously, the sounds of his sobs and cries, his trembling form, had ceased entirely. He was nothing now. His eyes illuminated in a way to show he was alive, but there was nothing that could seen beyond them.

Curiously, Alastor bit down on the cat’s neck harshly, hoping to a reaction from him. He flinched and breathed, but did not much else. He lifted a brow, feeling a bit different to Husk freezing underneath him.

“Husk…”, he moaned softly, trying to get him to rouse with his voice, “Oh, Husk…” He slowly moved his hips and chuckled when Husk gasped in response. When he felt he had the cat’s attention, Alastor began a languid but hard pace; he pushed on Husk’s body in order to bring him closer and on his thrusts. That made a little noise but it wasn’t satisfying. Still, he went with his slow pace but kept his movements sharp. He pressed his head into the cat’s chest as he thrust harder. The cat didn’t react.

Growing more irate than aroused, Alastor’s fingers dug into Husk’s paw pads with enough pressure to get Husk’s eyes to widen. That finally made the cat look up at his rapist. His face looked bizarre, empty looking. Not pain, fear, horror, or even pleasure. Alastor couldn’t tell what his face was supposed to look like. He hadn’t actually done this before… He had only touched himself and that felt disgusting. But he’s wanted Husk for such a sinful amount of time. This was his reward… so why wasn’t Husk enjoying it?

The idea of Husk not taking enjoyment in this made the larger demon snarl loudly. He pushed down on Husk’s arms more and bit him in the collarbone with enough force to draw blood. The cat demon growled and tried to wiggle a bit, but he was still trapped under Alastor’s thrusting form. He didn’t make much noise, save a few hisses from the thrusts, and that was now beginning to piss the Radio Demon off. He was seething so bad that he had released Husk’s paws and settled them on his waist to push himself in more, his gloved claws dragging bloodied lines down his frame.

Husk screamed. It wasn’t from the pleasure. His body couldn’t find any pleasure in any of this. In the blur of the quick slash down his waist, he could feel trails of blood leak out on the bed. With his paws free, Husk at least tried to shove at Alastor, but just didn’t have enough resolve to get him off fully.

Above him Alastor started to move faster, his thrusts becoming less hard and more pointed, his hips moving quickly to piston inside of Husk. During that, Husk’s back began to arch, loud symphonic purring coming to the surface now. After a few seconds, his purrs shifted into quiet but soft moans. Not as quiet to Alastor’s ears as he pursued the noises and pushed himself deeper inside Husk to get a taste of those delicate moans.

While he was doing that, his claws kept scraping and scarring the cat demon’s skin, leaving deep, pressured lines all over him. For the first time in his life in Hell, Alastor began to feel heavy pinpoints of actual arousal. Instead of rough, soundless pants, he was starting to pant softly, groan to the inside of his captor as he fucked the cat in the only way he could think of. He found himself hiking Husk’s legs up more, going much deeper than before. His claws went from his waist and grabbed onto the sheets on either side of Husk’s head; the cat pivoting his head to not look at him.

‘Not again!’ The larger demon snarled in his mind as he turned Husk’s head to look at him. To force him to stare directly at him.

“Look at me,” He hissed in an audible warning, “You are going to look at me. I want you to watch as I fuck you like this. Do you understand?”

The cat demon nodded. And then nearly cried out when Alastor shoved in much harder than previously.

“I didn’t get that. Do you understand?” He slowed his thrusts in order to emphasize the stroke. He waited on the reply. It wasn’t going to be a ‘no’. Not if the cat wanted to get out of this alive.

“Y-Yess. Yes… please.” His voice was cracky, weakening from the lack of choice he had at the moment.

“Wonderful!”, Alastor stated almost too jubilantly, “Oh Husky, I have every intent on making you feel good.”

While he spoke Husk suddenly started to feel woozy. Sickly looking as well. Before Alastor could even figure what was happening outside his world, the cat demon lurched hard to the left side and vomited violently.

The smell of it tingled on alcohol and a meal the cat had prior, but looked like bile. Husk coughed while retching, his chest huffing up and down as more came up. He shivered harshly before coughing again. The whole side of the bed and floor was soaked in the mess. With the combination of the sex and vomit, Husk felt awful.

And Alastor laughed, not fully, it was a half hearted chuckle as he pumped into the cat more.

“Looks like someone made a mess,” the Radio demon mocked as he stroked the satin duvet and thrust into Husk more, “I’ll clean it up later.” Then he pinned him down and began to pump harder and faster.

Husk moaned, much louder than he intended. His body flexed and arched with each precise, yet painful thrust. One pinprick of a thrust later, his wings shivered as his chest heaved. He pushed a forceful pant as Alastor reoriented a such thrust that forced him to put a claw on Alastor’s shoulder.

The whole time, the eldritch bastard kept that sadistic smile on his face. He leant down, placing his lips on Husk’s; the kiss deepening as Husk moaned into the kiss. He found he lavished in watching every twitch, every vibration of the cat demon’s muscles. But he was beginning to love watching his partner’s face in contort with each thrust. He was starting to like this. Every moan, groan, or sharp pant was saying so. Also, Husk barely began his bodily protest. There was not as much vigor to escape as there was to take in what was occurring to him.

When the thrusts became faster, Husk’s started to draw up his own legs into a better angle for each pointed shot. One such thrust caused the cat demon’s face to boil and eyes to roll back as he shivered. He felt Alastor’s lips raise from his as he was pulled in closer, his body being twisted to accommodate the hard hits. The whole while, the cat demon kept his claws in the Radio Demon’s back. He didn’t know if he should let him go, savagely tear his back open, or just leave it so he decided on the last; regardless of his muddled, lust filled mind.

“Al-Alas…”, Husk’s first vocal try to reach the Radio Demon came out as a weak moan. He started fighting back his need for arousal, but every move against him only made him moan more, “Alasstor…” He ended with a hiss. Unconsciously, Husk removed his claws from his back and rubbed softly against Alastor’s ribs. The gesture making Alastor groan a bit, his pace fumbling into a faster grind.

“What a good boy! Such a sweet, sexy kitty cat,” The deer demon was sounding quite pleased, winded even, yet so utterly pleased. This was what he was wanting out of Husk. His submission. His participation. But more than anything… His body. For the first time, which will not be the last time, He had Husk in every way. Now his servant would be serving him with not just his life, but with his body as well, “Keep this up and I’ll reward you so perfectly.” He emphasized by stroking his cheek and neck.

Husk’s moans sounded more frequently as his climax became an impending throb. He couldn’t reach himself in order to stroke off his aching phallus; said member abandoned, waving without stimuli. He resorted himself to arching and bumping against Alastor in order to keep himself a stir for as long as the larger demon fucked into him. At the last second, barely a thrust more before he’d keel over, Alastor placed his gloved hands behind Husk, slid up on his knees, and roughly bringing Husk onto his lap. Positioned on him so that his legs would now hang loosely on either side of Alastor’s hips, Husk screamed out suddenly as the penetration got deeper.

In this position, Husk’s wings were free to dangle of the silkened duvet, the feathers barely clashing the bloody red colors. The cat demon began to shake with vigor as Alastor forced him further down on his cock.

“Deep. So… Deep.” Husk chanted softly, finding out, in horror, that his body was starting to like how much further the thrusts could go. Unintentionally, he wrapped his wings around the larger demon, them being used as a way to hold himself.

While that was happening, Alastor’s claws moved to explore, grab, cut and slice, jab, and bleed Husk’s skin. Blood spots starting to form underneath his sooty fur, many wounds dribbling more profuse than others. Worse yet and adding to his powerful thrusts, Alastor began to bite, more maul, Husk’s neck. Wildly, he bit into the cat’s neck with the intent to bleed him.

“Alastor!” His screamed in rabid panic as he felt his fur being ripped, skin almost peeling, “Alastor! No! No! It hurts!” Husk’s voice cracked, tears spilling from his eyes as tremors of pain rung up and down his body.

Alastor’s eyes appeared to have almost blackened at hearing the weakness in the other’s voice. He didn’t respond verbally, the noise coming from him came out as a snarl or rumbling growl.

“It hurts…” Alastor repeated, pausing his pace for a second, “I’m not hurting you! I’m giving you everything you deserve! I’ve wanted you to have this since the first time I met you. How dare you!,” He snapped, raking his claws down the cat’s already sore back, “I. Would. Never. Hurt. The one. I. Love!” He punctuated every word with a thrust hard enough to make Husk bend and bow.

This couldn’t go on. It didn’t. It was only a matter of time before the dam broke.

On the last thrust, Husk clenched painfully around Alastor; wings flaring open before dropping onto the bed, he couldn’t make anymore noise, –it was barely a  gurgled grumble– as he came harshly all over the lap of Alastor. He trembled, quaked, and shook before he became spineless in the Radio Demon’s lap.

The moment, as well as climax, came and went so abruptly, Alastor didn’t even know that the cat had passed out. Only when he prodded at the cat in a manner that was supposed to be painful did he notice he was unresponsive.

“Kitty cat?… Husky?” He tried, his clawed fingertips probing at Husk’s prone, stagnant face. He almost appeared to be dead. The barest, near invisible rising and falling of his chest; no matter how minute, showed that he was physically still living.

He pulled the creature off his cock and threw him atop the bed, body falling to his side like a limply made ragdoll.

He looked so beautiful… in such a way that aroused Alastor more. But it felt the same as being sexually into a corpse. Which he felt disgusted for thinking about. The cat was alive, in a sense. He didn’t even twitch when he smoothed his gloved fingertip down his chest and stomach. The cat never stirred. He was truly gone.

‘Disappointing.’ His mind muttered as he reoriented himself. Looking himself over he could see the cat’s release all over his shirt and open flaps of his pants. As well as he fully mast erection. He made a nasally grunt as he made himself stand. He felt incredibly tight near his groin area; with his inability to come to his own release. He wasn’t about to stuff himself back in his pants until he could work the pressured charge out of his lower body. But he wasn’t about to fuck the cat’s unconscious body to do that.

He went into his conjoined bath, turned the water to the coldest setting, removed his clothes and stepped in. He had been so charged that he never the bristling cold run over his head and spine. He flinched while feeling the cat’s various claw marks and gashes from where he held him last. Then the smell wafted up his nose. A stinking oily smell that indeed was his blood. He used his smell and the lingering jolts of Husk’s touch as the fuel needed to work himself off.

Alastor didn’t moan, or groan. Hardly any noise came from him, save his breathing, as he palmed and stroked his maddeningly hard erection. He closed his eyes, his head tilting against the freezing tiles as he came all over the floor; that pressure no longer causing him discomfort. After releasing a single relieved pant, Alastor shut off the water and stepped out, leaving his soiled clothes in front of the shower.

He left to his wardrobe to pick out his more casual ensemble: His staple salmon colored button down long sleeve, sharply pressed, tall and tapered simply colored black pants and his small red and black bowtie. He about made it out of his room until he looked over to Husk’s body; whom was beginning to stir but made barely noticeable twitches. He didn’t wish to leave him like this; atop his duvet with various bleeding wounds leaking all over the crimson red sheets. His scars would most likely be prone to infection nothing was done about them.

He grin flashed as he came with an idea to make the cat comfortable. What better way could he think of than a bit of after care?

Carefully, he wormed his hands across Husk, careful to keep his blood off his shirt, picked him up and moved to the bathroom. He kicked away his discarded clothes while he placed the cat inside of his blackened, red painted soaking tub. Humming a merry beat quietly, he rustled through his medicinal cabinet for supplies to treat any serious wounds. Once the herbs and small ointments were found, he came back around to see if Husk had moved. Save his ears twitching, Husk barely stirred. That came as good news for Alastor as he turned on the hot water, hoping to get him to fully awaken. He lifted a brow when not even that woke the cat. He was really out of it. Adjusting the water temperature a bit made it easier for him to touch him as he swabbed the caking blood off of his fur.

He continued like this for a while. Occasionally using his bathing ointment, often used for recurring wound pains, to soothe and wash out all of Husk’s worser wounds. Tenderly, he pressed his lips to the cat’s face whenever he hissed or groaned from the swabs. When Husk began getting well enough to open his eyes, Alastor softly hummed something others wouldn’t have heard. Whatever he did say managed to calm the cat down, his eyes lulling closed as Alastor wiped up some clotting blood. When he had gotten to his neck, the deer demon suddenly could see where he had gone too far.

He poured a great deal of medicinal alcohol onto the bite to keep it from infection. He knew what a huge amount of that would do, so he was prepared when Husk almost shot out of the tub.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” He mumbled as he kept a fair grip on Husk’s wings and back. Another badly injured area yet to be cleaned or properly taken care of, which proved to be a worse mistake to touch. Husk yowled and flailed wildly; the pain almost making a run out of the tub.

“No! No! Husk, enough of that!” Alastor chastised before a swift swipe of Husk’s claw dug into his neck.

Calmly, Alastor pulled the nails out of his top collar, and pulled back on Husk to get him in the tub. He checked on his chest and neck for anymore blood, thankful when he found none.

“Alright, kitty. All done.” He spoke softly as he pulled him out of the dirty water. He reached behind him to gather the towel he would swaddle him in to keep him warm. The bath all taken care of, Alastor thoroughly dried off his small partner and leant him down to cover him in the blankets. Husk didn’t open his eyes as any, or all, energy left his body.

Fur now cleaned, skin tended to, as well as all wounds patched up, Alastor made himself pat the smaller cat as he slept; totally unaware of the surroundings he had been placed in. His chipper grin wavered a bit, forming something of a smile with genuine emotion behind it. Both of his hands moved down the cat’s prone body before he could process a reason to why. Indifference, apathy as well boiled out of the fearsome demon’s chest. An urge to just jump in bed next to the sleeping mass of fur had to be physically resisted as he moved away from the bed.

Grin restored Alastor chuckled to himself giddily. He wanted to head downstairs and brag to anyone. Everyone perhaps about his lascivious encounter with the Hotel’s barkeep. Alastor shook his head hard enough to rattle those intrusive thoughts out of it. He is one of a silent, less obvious pride. Unlike Angel Dust, who’d go on about who he had shared a bed with the night before, Alastor wouldn’t tell them. They would have to ask about a ‘sex life’ that he would make them believe he had. So long as subtlety remained apart of his guise, the heated tryst would be between Husk and him alone.

His room remained dark before he walked out of it, not concerning himself with opening the drapes for the moment as it was already sundown.

             Feint dancing of candescent lighting made the study appear much brighter than it usually did. With blinks so slight, Alastor saw shadows move across the floor. Save his breathing tonight, the study was still. Large oak french doors didn’t creak as they were pushed by the gust of an exterior window on the far right side of the room. Papers, manuscripts, books of plenty; some opened to a chapter and left there, others sprawled out on the counter, their spines bent on the cherrywood table with the story that he couldn’t see.

An Ol’ Fashioned Manhattan in hand, Alastor strode through the quiet room. He doesn’t entertain Charlie or her company this evening, though he can he ghostly whispers of them, and a non too soft guffaw of Angel Dust. He continued his exploration through the dimly lit space, hands on each piece of parchment or note left in a tidy, or discordant mess on various high standing dining room style tables. Some of the letters had calligraphies that seemed like nonsense, others were scribble that a bored 6-year old would do. 

Adjusting his monocle as it loomed off his face just a stitch, he could now see what the Princess of Hell was trying to bring into fruition for the benefit of all her people. For the full reach of Hell. He bent of the table to see what her plans might be, and wondered if there would be any room for his quiet adjustments. His chest rose and fell as he blew out the sigh he had held. 

A knock on the double doors brought Alastor out of his fantasies. One of the heavy doors pushed open, creaking as it did, as a lone, blonde haired figure came through it. 

Princess Charlie was actually not in suit and tie tonight. She garnished a reddish orange tank top with frills along the neck like a neckerchief, dress trousers were replaced with white flowing chiffon pants that scraped at the hardwood as she walked. Her hair had been put up well above her head in a coiling pattern reminiscent of a giant snake.

“I… noticed you weren’t at the table. And we didn’t know if you were hungry, so I left you some leftovers on the counter,” She kept her tone soft with him for some reason. Alastor knew she was much louder, so her change in tone was a change to him, “Also we’re having tea and cakes. Vaggie and I made them. If you want some, help yourself.” Her tone chipper despite her near muted tone.

“Supper had been missed already? Ha! The time does fly here! I’ll be around in a moment for the tea time since I’m still quite full from a previous meal.” The Radio Demon does have a knack or two of lying. Though him joining the small group for tea would be a refreshing afterthought. 

“Great!,” Charlie’s infectious smile made him grin all the more wider. He just loved seeing her beam with such a smile. He lavished in being able to see everyone with that smile. She was about to leave the study before turning sharply, her elbow almost slamming against the closed door, “Oh! And see if Husk wants to come down too. He probably doesn’t want any tea, but we have some beer if he wants it.” 

“I’m afraid my Husky dear will not be able to mingle along with the ritz as all. Poor dear’s had the longest of days and would much prefer to sleep. I’ll bring him some confections after the party,” With that, Alastor strode by Charlie’s side and to where she held the nighttime tea party, “Precious thing needs all the rest. Requires it, actually.” He placed his hands on either side of Charlie’s shoulders as they moved into the dining area. She laughed in his agreement, knowing fully that Husk isn’t the same when he hasn’t the decent amount of sleep.

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    Him waking should not have taken as much time, nor caused as much pain as it did. Ghoulish numbness trickled all throughout his body, his muscles spasming and shaking. He could barely gain his body, feeling as if he had been maimed and mauled by a beast. He couldn’t process how such a severe pain warred and marred him, he had been sleeping up to now, what... who had attacked him in the night? He couldn’t get his eyes to open, or what have you, it hurt him try to. His limbs felt like large piles of lead. His breathing became much harder, coming out as gasping coughs. Finally Husk’s eyes opened, after forcing them to obey him and it hurt. 

 Husk scanned over himself... and instantly felt sick.

From the top of his neck down to his toes, he was covered in scratches, bite marks and claw patterns that seemed to puncture his skin. His limbs trembled as they soon started to cooperate with him, previous weakness in them dissolving as his senses worked back. Static of pain made Husk cry out when he tried to reorient his legs. They felt like they had been broken. Slammed by something repeatedly until the bones in them became congealed putty.  He’d have to hope for later that wasn’t the case. 

The more the cat demon thought and thought, the more murky and befuddled did they become. Clearly somethings had become remiss since he has now awoken injured. He wanted to know why. He had to figure out what happened to him. He strained and snarled loudly once his back choose that moment to betray him. His right paw shot up to apply pressure, it paused as one of his claws felt on the gashes on his nape and lower part of his back. Miraculously, he didn’t feel any blood on his claw tip, instead he felt fresh scarring that stung as he touched them.

He willed his voice to call out, but the only noise that came was a pained and hoarse rolling growl. He clenched at his throat while rooting around for something he could use to clear it. His breath smelt terribly of some kind of distilled, expired liquor he most likely never drank in his life, combined with dankness and dirtiness of stagnant water.  And it made him smell horrible. 

Shaking out the fuzz that began to occupy his mind, Husk tried his best to figure out where he was. He came to the conclusion that he was not in a bed he was familiar with. He didn’t sleep in his own room on more than one occasion, so that wasn’t what bothered him. What did though was that he had never seen the interior of this room before. The room itself felt too macabre to put away even normal guests of the hotel.

He glanced over the large solid brown oak door of the room, and then to the  velvet red drapery of the nearest tall casement style window.  To the left side of the bed, nestled in the corner appeared some kind of loveseat instead of a full couch. Atop it, the discarded scarlet jacket that must’ve been thrown away for a long time.  It looked almost similar to Alastor’s jacket, but what was it doing in this room. He then gazed at the vanity in front of the massive bed he was sitting in. The mirror atop it reflecting his distressed appearance as his brow furrowed.

'Who in this place has a... Fuck!’ His reflection followed as the realization, and memory swiftly came back. He had only been in this room once. He never entered it unless prior permission had been given.

“This is Alastor’s room!” Husk wheezed out loudly, “What. The. Fuck?!!” His voice became stronger with dissonance.

 His eyes widened, his chest had grown tight as the whiplash caused the room to spin. Husk’s right paw went to the scars on his nape, near his lower back. He felt up his scar at the same moment a tragedy played back in his mind. 

          Husk screamed, a sound that never came from his throat, no matter the situation, as he was grabbed from behind. His ears fell back and his body went numb as a gloved hand scraped into his nape. He overbalanced his head, tilting too far back, causing his hat to tumble to the ground. His face was brought up to Alastor’s, whom of which somehow transformed into a beast no one in Hell had ever lived to see.

His body quaked at the reminiscent feeling of those willowy fingers gripping deep into his fur. His ears dropped low as a rolling, coiling sensation rode through his guts. His vision swam as more of the memory played back in his mind. In it, he could hear a voice. Cracking. Wavering with something bordering on fear.

           “Al…Alas…” He shuddered, his voice cracking. He stumbled Alastor’s name from his paralyzed lips.

 His body twitched subtly as that voice replayed the Radio Demon’s name over and over. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to tell him to stop. Or beg him to. If he was going to beg him at all. Another wave of painful wave of dysphoric nostalgia crashed through him, and this time he gagged from it. His paws shot to his mouth to keep something… anything from coming out. Nothing came, but the iron ball in his gut remained there; pushing on everything, causing his stomach to sink further.

               “Hush, pet… everything is alright…” Nothing about what happened, felt alright to Husk, “this time… you won’t be able to escape me.”

Husk remembered the barest of static in the eldritch’s voice. The sharpening claws digging into his fur. But the rest was a blur in the moment his shadow constricted him. Coiled around him like a snake before dragging him into the room where he is now. He should’ve tried. To escape. At least put up a fight before it all happened.

Knowing what he knows now, Husk makes a break for it.  Shoving off the overly large red duvet, Husk lands one foot on the floor before it spasms.  He gasps in pain as pain shoots up his right leg, to the joint on his hips. The gasps dissipates into a growl as he slides the rest of his body off of the bed.

Just in time for the massive oak door to creak open. And for him to see that grin that make Husk’s stomach drop further.

The Radio Demon comes in with a tray as he closes the solid door of the room. Cutting off any plans that Husk might have used earlier to escape. The cat keeps his eye on Alastor as he set the assortment of baked goods and hot tea confections on a stony, marble chest. He is in a suit more casual than other times he is seen; a simple salmon colored button down long sleeve, black, pressed loose-fitting trousers and his normal red and black bowtie. 

The cat doesn’t take his eyes off him as he pulls out two china glass, floral patterned tea cups and pours two cups.  The aroma is quite nice. Floral scented with hints of orange and lemon. Alastor keeps his eyes trained on the cups as he dots in a couple scoops of sugar and a drizzle of honey. He moves one of the cups off the tray to places it nearest to Husk. The cat breaks contact with the demon for a moment to look at the various brightly colored cookies and small cakes on a different plate. His stomach turns and gurgles. Unconsciously, he puts his paw to his belly, as if trying to silence his minuscule need to eat. 

The action doesn’t go unnoticed by Alastor, who finally locks eyes with Husk, his showcased smile forever etched on his face. 

“Evening…,” he starts, eyes gleaming at the cat who began to divert his gaze on something else in the room, “Supper has been eaten downstairs. Dishes done and tummy’s full. But Charlie thought it nice for a little nighttime tea time. And you have to wake up early in the morning, so I was considerate enough to leave you some confections! See now, don’t say I never gave you something nice.” He chuckled lightly at his words before placing himself on the far left side of the loveseat. Then encouraged Husk to sit next to him by thumping his hand on the spot indicated to sit.

Husk didn’t move. His tail thrashed slowly behind him as he rubbed and scratched at his left arm. He still wasn’t looking at Alastor. He growled silently, ignoring the flaring pains in both of his legs.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Alastor said sweetly. 

The cat flinched at that. At his sweet, soft words. Just in the way he said that made Husk’s fur stand on end. Made something like tar bubble up in his guts as he seethed at him.

The cat looked down at his feet. A snarl coming onto his face, but it made him  look as if he was being scolded. His posture looked as if he was being petulant and stubborn.

“You… Alastor you…ra… why did you?” Husk tried to make the mess of words tumbling from his mouth intelligible. He gripped at himself a bit tighter as the words became no more than intelligent garbling repeats of what he was trying to say.

“Sorry Husk. What was that?” Alastor tilted his head as he asked. His kitty had never appeared so frazzled before. Though he wasn’t worried about how he was feeling. He looked noticeably tired. 

“You…raped…me.” Husk mumbled, slurring his speech purposely. He couldn’t make himself speak clearly. And it was beginning to anger him. Knowing that he’d have to tell Alastor what he just remembered.

Alastor’s brow arched curiously, seeming to want to know what begot the troubles of his older partner, but did not wish to ask again. Still, seeing Husk like this was disconcerting to say the least. His mood, even his temperament was unusual tonight; even for him. He kept his complaints long, yes but there was also simple, with no underlying innuendo or sugarcoating. He trained his gaze harder on the cat demon, who was looking more ruffled than late. His eyes were kept to the floor, tail batting around behind him in a thudding pattern. He also noticed that the cat’s wings rose a bit over his back, feather tips barely grazing the floor as the shuddered.

Curiosity ebbing, Alastor decided it best to comfort his sweet partner, so he got out of his seat, took a long, slow gait around the table while holding out a simple hand to meet him halfway.

Husk hissed ferociously, his wings banking over his body like a bow, claws coming unsheathed as his slumping, petulant posture transformed into the Hellcat that Alastor remembered too well. “ Stay back! You stay the fuck away from me!”

Alastor’s eyes widened, surprise brimming from them as he watched the cat’s violent display.  He ceased his approach, hand going to his chest in a way to make it look as if he had been wounded by the audacity of his oldest partner and dearest friend drawing his claws at him. The stared long into each other’s eyes; the cat demon’s looking to almost brim with a deep, bloodied scarlet at the center of his pupils. 

The whole scene was a bit of a torrent for the perplexed Radio Demon. He wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea to approach him to swoop him up in his arms while paddling him with soft, warm kisses. Or to take to arms and fight the beguiling, yet dangerous beast.

“You must be ill, my dearest Husk…,” Alastor said, his tone meaning to be used in a way to diffuse the cat’s aggression. Boldly, he took steps toward him, keep his tone the same as he said “Why don’t you come over and sit down? I’m not doin’ anything to hurt ya.”

Husk’s eyes flashed between dilating and constricting, claws not pulling back as he hissed viciously. All of Alastor’s words didn’t matter to Husk. He remembered. He remembered in great detail what the demon in front of him dismissed. The cat held his ground, puffing and spit-hissing at him in warning to keep Alastor at bay.

“Darling, this is nonsensical. What have I done to you to invoke such distress from you?” Alastor was now close enough to brush Husk’s wing but not his face. But he saw well and true the unadulterated rage in his eyes. 

“What have you done?!”, Husk snarled lowly, “You don’t know what you did?! Well I can go back in details about all the horrible, vomit-inducing things you did!!,” He stepped right into Alastor’s face, claws dangling dangerously to the front, “You. Raped. Me. You son of bitch!”

They both were so close that Husk could see how Alastor’s eyes dilated when he spoke. And then constrict. He could feel the heat surfacing from the cat’s skin, could hear the palpable drumming of a long dead heart. The euphoria. The catharsis was too much for Alastor to take. 

His hands dove into the cat’s fur before Husk could react, slamming and pinning him to the side of the bed. Before the roar would come, the much larger, younger deer demon lunged; shoving his tongue down the cat’s throat. He dragged out a ragged moan as his lips conquered the cat’s fully. Soon he had the smaller, older demon bent and pinned painfully to the bed, his claws stuck, frozen in the air, unsure of what was done to deserve this.

Bile rose in his throat as Alastor’s hand sought for Husk. He was going to try and pleasure him again. Wanted to take him by force again.

He put an abrupt stop to that by kicking Alastor, quite fiercely, in his genitals. Then his claws animated as they swiped and slashed his sides and under his neck. Both pains caused Alastor to yell out, shoving himself off the cat’s body now that he had his blood staining his shirt and the thumping pain where he was kicked to deal with. 

He didn’t know which needed the most attention, so he just sunk to the floor, reeling in the pain. He braced his hands on either sides of him, head bowed as he tried to focus on any sensation that wasn’t a stinging pain. The blow to the genitals felt as if he had been gut-punched hard enough to rupture an organ. The addition of the slashed lines in his hips only made the first pain much worse. 

Above him, Husk was staring at him. The fierce glint was there for a fleeting second before it passed. His fur looked less rugged as the adrenaline in his blood began to ebb.

“If you touch me like that again, I’ll rip your fucking head off,” He emphasized his words by kicking Alastor while he was down, “Now lay there and die, you living filth!” His last words were practically barked as he walked off, leaving the most feared demon in Hell on the floor, clenching his sides, head bowed in pain. With traces of what appeared to be slobber coming out of his mouth.

Husk about made it to the door when the air around him chilled, his soft breath began to steam as he gripped the door handle. Before he had the chance to turn it, two things happened: A sound so morbid and powerful filled his ears, then he felt long, spindly branches grab harshly at his sore body. He didn’t have the luxury of time to cry out, but he winces when he feels the branches are clawed fingers--the dragging of them ripping at his back and nape-- the delicate tips sinking into him, revealing new scars atop the older ones.

Husk makes effort to turn, and sees Alastor is still kneeling on the floor, one hand on his crotch and the other trying to congeal the blood underneath his nasty scar. If he wasn’t, then who--

Husk gasped in surprise as his form was suddenly, and none too gently removed from the floor. He went sailing into a nearby wall, his head and back colliding harshly enough to leave an imprint where he hit. Once the fuzz in his vision faded, he came face to face with the Radio Demon’s shadow. He could see the lightest of trickles of his blood staining the supposedly tangible figure. The shadow surrounded him, pushing the older cat closer toward the wall, hindering escape.

“That... wasn’t a nice thing to do...”, The cat’s ears darted in the direction of the half distorted voice. Seeming to be nearly fascinated with his shadow now, Husk’s eyes didn’t leave it as Alastor stumbled to his full height. His head was downcast, checking over his new wounds while he swiped away thick lines of his repugnant smelling oily blood, “I receive you. I pleasure you. I give you every part of me. And this is the gratitude that I am shown?” Alastor lifts his head, his grin-- his grin isn’t there. His permanently fixed grin is not on his face. What is on his face is a frightening snarl, his lips pulled back unnaturally as his teeth extend past his lips. Viscous, black blood comes leaking out of his mouth, in between his teeth and onto the floor. Eyes of the deepest scarlet are constricted so tightly, the pupils do not exist.

The older cat’s eyes dilate deeply, his faint heartbeat now sounding as a drum, pounding so much it physically hurts his chest.

“You... fucking raped me...,” Husk’s tail was swiping at the door behind him, “And then, you... you just kiss me like that never happened. What the hell else was I supposed to do?” 

“You. Are. Wrong,” Alastor starts to move, calculated steps measured. His pace slow as he flashed his teeth, “I already told you that I was not hurting you. That I would never hurt you.” He stopped in front of Husk, the cat demon staring up at him fully as his shadow fizzled away. He emphasized his last word by tilting the older cat’s chin toward him. It was so painful. The cat could feel his neck being pulled up and creaking. 

“You. Belong. To. Me... You knew this the moment you signed yourself to me. I will do what I wish to you. My will is imposed onto you. And if you don’t like what I do to you... well”, he removed his fingers from the cat’s chin in order to wrap his hand around his neck. His digits scraping into the older male’s skin. Husk felt the warning, the condensation in the air turning to ice as the eyes of the Radio demon switched to dials, “then I will rid you of your existence in this Hell. And I will place you into a pit of abyssal torment for the rest of your days. And when you feel your skin and bone pulled from your miserable carcass again and again, and again”, he continued as he gripped the throat tighter, the cat’s eyes widening into bulbs of orange, ears falling flat against his head, even the breath he tried to force out became painful as it became lodged in his chest, “you will then become satisfied. And more grateful to me and the pleasures you will receive. Have I made myself clear?”

Husk was unable to nod, nor was he able to keep but a couple of breaths before he wheezed out a hoarse, agonized and simple, “Yes.”

Alastor released him after that. The cat demon falling gracelessly to the ground, wings splaying out on either side of him as his claws darted to his throat. There wasn’t a trickle of his blood, but his throat and neck felt different. It felt compressed, uncomfortable to touch, he choked and sobbed while slobber collected in his mouth before dribbling in a small puddle to the floor.

“Putrid. Insolent and stupid creature. You’ll keep everything between us. If I even hear you breath and didn’t allow it, I’ll tear apart your wings. One feather at a time.” And then he smiled. No. He grinned incandescently, face now lit with macabre jubilee. 

Husk started to fold in on himself, his wings going across his body in order to shield his body from view of the demon. 

“And please eat. I brought the cakes and sweets for you.” He now spoke pleasantly, the ice in his tone thawing back to normal. Ignoring the congealing blood at his sides, Alastor walked back over to the table to push the confections closer.

A few moments later, Husk stood on his four legs, silently heading over to the tray, eyes wide, body trembling. 

Alastor regained his seat on the loveseat, crossing his legs over each other as Husk reached for one of the soft sugar frosted cookies. He popped it into his mouth without a word, his eyes still turned to the hard floor. He took another frosted cookie and ate it. He liked the taste of them, the colors in his eyes brightening with hidden delight as he sampled the tastes. 

The younger demon handed him his cup of lukewarm tea while he took up his own. They drank of their cups with no words to each other. Husk finished his cup quickly, his claws going to the pot for another cup. Alastor doubts he even tasted the varying flavors while he made another cup.

“It’s meant to be savored, not wolfed Husk.” The deer demon stated a touch vindictively. This wasn’t alcohol, so he didn’t have to drink it down so fast. 

The cat demon only nodded slowly as he put the cup to his lips, taking a slow sip before setting it on the tray. As he did so, he watched his paw quiver. It wasn’t much to show that those words did something to him. It didn’t go unnoticed by Alastor. Nothing Husk did would.

Without a word, the young gentleman took the cat’s paw, guided him across the counter and pulled him into his lap. Husk was looking at the wall when he felt Alastor’s lips go to his neck, a featherlike touch, before pulling away. 

“Touch me.” A simple, sultry command that Husk had no choice, or will, but to follow. His paws went to the larger demon’s shoulders as he leant his chest into Alastor’s face. He gasped softly as he heard, and felt, the demon growl deep in him. 

He didn’t want him. Never wanted him. There was never going to be a feeling of love in what this demon wanted. He was just taking. Taking something he wanted from him at the time they first met. And now, he has it. And he will continue to have it. Over and over, and over. 

To Husk, this was a Hell that Pentagram City would never be.

[decembercamiecherries]

butterflies, they come alive

Ao3 link

Word Count: 12,149

Summary:

The idea behind the whole system is pretty simple. You pay a dollar, answer some questions, and out pops out a couple of names of people you’d be compatible with. Compatible as in, you know, dating-wise.

Gon, though. Gon never really knew why he signed up. And neither did anyone else.

It wasn’t like Gon was ever without friends. Just the opposite, in fact. Everyone liked Gon. He talked to people, made them open up in ways no one else could.

So, it was as big a surprise to Gon as to anyone when Hunter High’s matching system paired him with the one person he had never uttered a single word to during his past three years at Yorknew High.

(a fic in which social butterfly Gon Freecss is accidentally paired up with social outcast Killua Zoldyck through a matching personality test; as Gon is thrown head-first into Killua’s world, he slowly becomes more and more drawn to Killua in ways he could have never expected)

This is the 1k follower thank you fic written for @killushawn! This fic grew from 2k to 12k words extremely quickly and although I never expected it to be this long, I loved writing every sentence <3 Big shout out to @driftingglass for proofreading this entire thing for me earlier today! 

Aaaaaaaand that’s it! Enjoy reading ^^

~MEETING~

The idea behind the whole system is pretty simple.

You pay a dollar, answer some questions, and out pops out a couple of names of people you’d be compatible with. Compatible as in, you know, dating-wise.

Or at least most students at Hunter High saw it that way, but it didn’t have to be used like that. It could be a way to find someone fun to hang out with, sometimes an easy hook up, other times a genuine start to something new. Kids did it for prom and parties and all sorts of things.

Gon, though. Gon never really knew why he signed up. And neither did anyone else.

It wasn’t like Gon was ever without friends. Just the opposite, in fact. Gon was a cheerful kid. Bright, bubbly. He volunteered in all the clubs, talked to all the new kids, always helped the teachers. He was just that kid, the one who made friends with every smile and wave. His laughter was contagious, infectious, and everyone who was anyone wanted to hang out with him.

It was a simple, established fact of the local high school’s social anarchy: everyone liked Gon. He talked to people, made them open up in ways no one else could.

So, it was a big surprise to Gon as to anyone when Hunter High’s matching system paired him with the one person he had never uttered a single word to during his past three years at Yorknew High.

“This can’t be for real,” Killua Zoldyck says flatly when Gon first confronts him face-to-face.

Gon tightly grips the strap of his backpack and tries not to squirm. Killua stares him down with narrowed, sharp blue eyes and it does something funny to Gon’s heart. He’s seen Killua around, of course. Who hadn’t? But to be paired with him of all people was kind of…unexpected? But not in a bad way!

“I think it is real, though?” Gon says with a hesitant smile and Killua’s glare intensifies. “I’m not lying, I swear! Look-”

Killua snatches the paper out of Gon’s hands before he can say anything else. Killua’s eyes dart back and forth across Gon’s results, lightning fast, and his frown deepens.

“See?” Gon says. He angles his head to catch Killua’s gaze, peaking at the other teen through brown lashes. “That’s you, right? Killua Zoldyck?”

“…yeah.” Killua roughly shoves the paper back at Gon and Gon fumbles, almost dropping it in surprise. By the time he finally gets a good grip on his results, Killua’s hands are hidden deep in the pockets of his black hoodie. He’s looking off to the side, refusing to meet Gon’s gaze directly.

Gon tilts his head. He asks curiously, “Why don’t you think this is real?”

“Because,” Killua says, exasperated. “Look at us- we’re nothing alike. The computers had to mess up. There’s no way in hell we were paired together on purpose.”

Gon purses his lips. He’s noticed Killua before, despite the other teen’s somewhat obvious attempts to stay out of the line light; Killua was the boy tucked into the back corner of every classroom, the one who showed up to school only half the time it was in session, a shadow more than a real person. Whispers and rumors followed him in the hallways-

He’s bad news, the whole student body echoed in hushed tones. Don’t mess with him, he’s no good and his family is even worse! That’s why he doesn’t have any friends!

Gon has heard it all. But no one ever mentions what exactly about Killua is so bad. Killua is a loner, that much was clear. He verbally spars with the teachers and glares at anyone who even looks in his direction. But that’s all Gon knows.

Because Gon, for all his friends and naturally social tendencies, has never had the opportunity to interact with Killua before. Killua is a mystery to him, an enigma. Even just talking to Killua right now feels to Gon like he’s hovering on the edge of some grand adventure waiting to happen. All he has to do is take the final step and commit.

So, Gon moves forward. He grins at Killua, despite the alarmed look he gets in return, and asks, “What makes you think we’re nothing alike?”

Killua raises his eyebrows. “Are you serious? I’m the high school outcast, and you’re a personified ray of sunshine. We’re on opposite ends of the social range, here.”

Gon throws his head back and laughs. He can’t help it- that description is hysterically accurate and Killua wasn’t even trying to be funny by saying that!

“Wha- why are you cackling?!” Killua stutters out in a hiss. A red blush is blooming across his porcelain cheeks, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears, and it’s then that Gon learns his first fact about Killua Zoldyck:

Killua is easily embarrassed. Which isn’t something Gon expects from the boy with a reputation for being ‘icy’ and ‘bad’ and it makes Gon want to push more, learn more about this person everyone, even the boy himself, calls an outcast.

“You’re funny!” Gon says, breathless from laughter and face aching from how wide his smile has grown. He feels lighter, somehow, even as Killua stares at him like he’s grown a third eye.

Killua shakes his head. “You’re crazy.”

“Maybe!” Gon dares to take step closer to Killua and he holds back a giggle at the way the other teen tenses. “And you’re cute.”

Killua makes a squeaking sound. “Wh-What?!”

“I said, you’re really cute,” Gon repeats without an ounce of shame and Killua sputters. His face is bright red by now and the sight fills Gon with a kind of prickling, giddy warmth.

He likes that innocently flustered look on Killua. And he’d like to see it more, if Killua will let him.

“Killua,” he says with a genuine smile. “I’m on your list. And you’re on mine. So, what do you say? Want to try this out? Because I know I would really like to.”

Killua swallows. He hesitates, clearly wrestling with himself while Gon waits and rocks on his heels. He really hopes Killua says yes. He really hopes Killua is as interested in Gon as he is in Killua. He has a good feeling about this, and his gut is usually right.

“Okay,” Killua finally says and Gon’s heart leaps. “We can try, I guess. Do you, I dunno, want to watch a movie or- or something…?”

Gon beams. It’s kind of adorable how Killua stumbles and trips over his words, but- “I’ve got something much better than a movie, Killua.”

The skeptical look on the silver-haired teen’s face only makes him burst into laughter again.

~FIRST WEEK~

“You don’t do this kind of stuff a lot, huh, Killua?”

“Shut up, Gon,” Killua snaps and Gon grins. “I’m just- oh, shit-”

A string of curses escapes between Killua’s lips as he juggles his hands to get a better grip on the squirming mass of fur sliding between his fingers. The kitten meows and squeaks- shrieks, really- at the rough treatment and Gon’s grin widens as Killua curses some more.

It’s oddly satisfying to see Killua being overwhelmed by a mob of tiny cats. Gon doesn’t know why exactly this is- maybe it’s because Killua’s white curls are fluffy like a cat’s? Maybe it’s because of how he bristles and scoffs on the outside, but is secretly affectionate and gentle, also like a cat?

Or maybe it’s simply because Killua is cute and having him surrounded by even more cuteness makes Gon happier than he can remember being in a long time.

“Have you never owned a pet before?” Gon asks as he scoots closer. He lifts two kittens off Killua’s lap, gently places them onto the floor in front of their touching knees.

“I had a dog,” Killua mutters, brow furrowing in concentration. “But he was nothing like these guys…”

Gon beams. It’s easy for him to picture Killua strutting around, a loyal dog trotting at his side. “What kind of dog?” he questions.

“He was a mix. I still don’t know what of exactly, though. He had black fur, came up to my waist by the time he’d grown and everything.” Killua huffs and his silver bangs flutter. “He’d always climb into my bed and sprawl out across the middle. Sleeping with him was the biggest pain.”

“Sounds like you love him,” Gon teases, nudging Killua in the side with his elbow.

The tips of Killua’s ears turn pink. “Well, yeah. I mean. He was mine, of course I loved him.”

Gon’s smile falls. “Was?”

Killua’s expression darkens, electric blue eyes turning dull and blank. There’s a deep twist of pain inside of Gon’s chest as Killua says shortly, “Yeah. Was. I had to put him down a few years ago when he got sick…”

His voice trails off. Gon watches silently as Killua lowers his head, letting starlight curls cover his eyes. When he speaks again, he’s so quiet that Gon almost misses what he says completely, “Putting him down was one of the worst things I ever had to do. But, he was my dog, and my family said it was my responsibility to put him out of his misery. So, I did.”

The emptiness in Killua’s tone is enough to make Gon’s heart ache and bleed. Death wasn’t pretty or poetic like it was in the stories. It was just pain. Sharp, unbearable pain.

“I know what you mean,” Gon says softly. He doesn’t meet Killua’s gaze when the other looks at him sharply. Instead he reaches out to pet the brown and gold kitten curled up against Killua’s thumb.

He continues absent-mindedly, “My aunt and I used to own a farm on Whale Island before we came here. We had a bunch of animals- cats, dogs, horses, chicken, everything. But when we moved here so that I could go to a better school, we had to give all of them away. One of the animals that stayed with us was a fox cub I’d been nursing back to health for a few months. But…he didn’t get better in time.”

“He died,” Killua concludes quietly and Gon nods. It’s an old memory. But it’s still enough to make his eyes sting and a lump to raise in the back of his throat. Kon was good and young and Gon’s first friend in many ways. When he died, it felt like a part of Gon had died, too.

Gon took a deep breath, blinking rapidly. “Yeah. I, um, held him in my arms and everything until the very end. And then I cried the whole way here. I feel so bad for my aunt when I think back to it now.”

“You were a kid, Gon. You’re allowed to be sad over something like that.”

Gon glances at Killua from the corner of his eye. “So are you.”

Killua stiffens. Gon’s predictions were right, then.

Killua had said that putting down his dog was his responsibility. His family told him that. What kind of family would make a child put down their own best friend? The thought leaves a bitter taste in Gon’s mouth. He doesn’t want to think about the answer.

Another kitten is slowly making its way over to them, patting across the animal shelter’s cold tile floor. Gon reaches for it and carefully cradles the small animal to his chest. The kitten is a much nicer thing to think about; it has white fur puffed out in all directions, a long fluffy tail. It reminds him of Killua, especially once the kitten blinks sleepily at Gon with smoky blue eyes.

Gon rubs his thumb over its soft head as he asks aloud, “What was his name? Your dog, I mean.”

“…Wolf,” Killua admits after a pause. He shifts into a more comfortable position on the floor and their arms brush against each other. The contact makes Gon’s heart contract, then swell. There’s a small smile on Killua’s lips again and Gon wishes he could see it when it was bigger, less pained. “Not a very original name, I know. But it sounded good to the six-year-old me.”

“No, I like it!” Gon chirps and earns an amused snort from the teen sitting cross-legged next to him. “Really! I mean it, Killua. It’s a cute name.”

“You sure say cute, a lot,” Killua grumbles.

Gon smirks. “I only do that when you’re around.”

Killua scrunches up his nose and Gon giggles, unable to stop himself this time.

“What?” he asks Killua, still grinning. “This is a date, you know. Our first date!”

“Do you ever take the time to yourself talk, Gon?” Killua groans. He’s clearly mortified; that pretty blush is back on his cheeks and Gon couldn’t be more delighted. “And what makes you think I’ll want a second date, huh?”

Butterflies flutter in Gon’s stomach at the thought of taking Killua out again- at spending more time with this shining star of a boy, at learning just what it is about Killua that draws Gon to him like a moth to a flame.

Slowly, carefully, Gon reaches out. Killua flinches but doesn’t move to stop Gon from tucking a stray silver lock behind one of his scarlet ears.

“Because,” he says as Killua stares at him with wide, impossibly beautiful eyes. “I got you to smile. And you haven’t turned me down yet.”

~SECOND WEEK~

killua?

what

do you like coffee? Or tea?

uh not really? coffee is bitter bean water and tea tastes gritty somehow. why?

Gon pouts. Darn. If Killua didn’t like coffee or tea, then…

Sticking his tongue out, he crafts his next message-

Oh, well, I was just wondering if you’d like to get some after school. But we can do something else since you don’t like that stuff!!!

Gon barely hit the send button before three little dots appear on Killua’s side of the conversation. Gon sits up straight, eyes glued to his phone as he holds his breath.

i like hot chocolate. i can get that instead.

Heart pumping loud and heavy against his ribs, Gon types out:

are you sure? I don’t want to force you to do anything!

listen. gon. i would never, and will never, turn down the opportunity for chocolate. we’re going out. no take backs.

A huge smile spread across Gon’s face. He gently rubs his thumb over Killua’s name at the top of his screen while his heart grows and swells.

is it okay if we go tomorrow though? i kind of ditched school for the day already

Gon laughs, picturing Killua sneaking out through the side doors with a hoodie covering his unmistakable white hair, and types back: sure! It’s a date :)

“Who’re you texting, Gon? Hmm? Someone special? You got the biggest grin on your face there,” one of his friends tease and Gon immediately locks his phone.

“No one!” he chirps with a smile. He would’ve liked to see Killua’s reply but he would have to be patient for now.

It’s not that he’s trying to keep his relationship with Killua a secret. He fully intends to pursue Killua as long as Killua remains interested in him.

But Gon also knows the whispers that follow Killua around school like a shadow. And he doesn’t want that poison to seep into the start of their relationship, not when they were only just starting to get to know each other.

Soon, Gon would tell his friends. Soon.

~THIRD WEEK~

Gon doesn’t know much about Killua. That much is a given. They’d only just met a few weeks ago and Killua was rarely in school even before they started hanging out. So, when Gon suggests they do something Killua wants for their next date, he doesn’t know what to expect.

He’d never even thought of skateboarding, though.

“Ki-Killua?”

“Mmm?”

Gon gulps, gripping Killua’s shoulders tightly while the other teen carefully adjusts the straps around Gon’s elbows. Gon’s heart his hammering inside his chest; he can smell the faintest trace of strawberries wafting off Killua’s hair, feel those slender, cool hands brush his skin…

Killua is the reason he’s so worked up right now. Gon’s never been on a skateboard before but he knows it’ll be fine. Probably.

Having Killua this close to him, though, is enough to make his pulse race.

Gon’s never been so aware of anyone as he is of Killua. It’s exciting, exhilarating. Killua makes him feel so many things- jittery anticipation, a deep and swooping joy- and the silver-haired teen doesn’t even know it.

“Okay, there.” Killua leans back with an enthusiastic grin. “You should be good. Are you ready?”

Gon looks down. He’s got padding on his elbows and knees, even a helmet on his head that’s crushing his spikes. Killua insisted he wore the proper protection, but this is a lot.

“You don’t think this is a little too much, Killua?” he asks and Killua snorts.

“No way, not with your track record. I still remember those childhood stories you told me last time of your aunt patching you up every other day, and I’m not gonna let this be another story that ends in bandages.”

Gon sticks out his tongue. “That was years ago; I was five, Killua!”

“Then act your age,” Killua retorts smartly and Gon sputters indignantly. “And stop complaining, jeez, the padding won’t kill you. I just want to make sure you don’t get hurt, okay?”

Gon blinks at the quiet concern shining in Killua’s eyes. It’s unexpected, the genuine care there, and warmth floods through his body. It makes him happy and somewhat breathless to see his own feelings reflected back at him.

“Gon?” Killua asks, brow knitting anxiously, and Gon shakes his head.

“I’m okay.” He breathes in deep through his nose, eyes narrowing in determination. “Let’s do this!”

Killua’s face lights up, and the memory of his broad and genuine smile is more than worth the dozen or so cuts and bruises Gon finds scattered across his skin the next day.

~FOURTH WEEK~

Being in a relationship is interesting, Gon’s decided.

He’s been on dates before- ones that are totally platonic, and others that are not. But they never lasted more than one or two outings before Gon knew it wouldn’t work out. And once that happened there was no point in dragging the relationship out, so he ended it.

Pursuing an actual relationship with someone he is seriously interested in is very, very different.

He and Killua text all the time. Gon asked for Killua’s number before their first date at the animal shelter- Killua complains that it was hardly a date, seriously, they didn’t do anything even remotely romantic, but Gon insists it was anyway- and they’ve been talking nonstop since then. They never run out of things to text about and soon it becomes habit for Gon to check his phone every five seconds, eagerly waiting for Killua’s response.

Killua’s just so…cool and amazing, of course Gon wants to talk to him as much as possible!   

(after a while Aunt Mito yells at him for ‘being glued to his phone’ during dinner, so that becomes the only time Gon doesn’t respond to Killua)

He also gets nervous about really random things. Like, what he should wear to school today because Killua might be there and see him? Or, how Killua would react if Gon tried holding his hand? Gon’s never really wanted to hold hands with anyone before, but Killua’s hands are beautiful and slender like a pianist’s and Gon wants to weave his fingers between the Zoldyck’s with an intensity that surprises him.

He’s terrified, though. What if Killua rejects him? What will he do then?!

(Gon tries it anyway on their way to the animal shelter about a month after they initially meet. Killua stiffens, a dark pink blossoming across his cheeks, but he allows Gon to interlock their fingers and Gon’s heart soars)

And he starts to notice things. Little details and habits that Killua has that Gon would never bother seeing in anyone else. Gon makes a mental list of them in his head- Killua blushes at the slightest compliment, he loves chocolate and starry skies, he takes pictures of everything, hates to wake up before noon and will loudly and willingly complain about anything he can think of- and replays them over and over again to see how much he can remember. It’s a game and Gon loves it nearly as much as he’s slowly but surely starting to love the boy the game itself is about.

(It makes him wonder, though: is Killua is paying as much attention to him as he is to Killua?)

~FIFTH WEEK~

“Let’s play truth or dare!”

Killua rolls his eyes. They seem brighter and even more brilliant than usual today in the crisp autumn air. “Gon, c’mon, that’s a kid game. You know, for little boys and girls to play when they have nothing better to do?”

“Yeah, so? We’re still kids!”

“You’re turning eighteen in half a year-” Killua exclaims, exasperated, “-not ten! And besides, that’s not something you play on a date, idiot!”

Gon grins, swinging Killua’s hand back and forth with a little more enthusiasm than necessary. He’s so glad they’d gotten past the hand holding barrier; he loves to grab Killua’s hand whenever the opportunity arises, loves the feel of Killua’s smooth palm pressed against his own. He chirps, “To you, maybe! I think it’s a good way to get to know you better, Killua. Unless, you know, you’re scared to play it or something-”

He cuts himself off with a yelp; Killua had dug his nails into Gon’s skin with enough force for it to sting.

“I’m not scared,” Killua says- hisses, more like- and his eyes flash like blue fire. “Not of a game, and definitely not of you. Go ahead, ask me anything. I’ll beat you at your own stupid game.”

Gon’s pulse picks up and adrenaline rushes through his veins. He can’t turn away from that spark in Killua’s eyes- the defiance, the challenge and dare that makes excitement explode inside Gon like fireworks.

It’s another side of Killua that Gon loves instantly. He’s tried pushing people before, his friends and competitors alike. He’s spurred them forward to see just how far they could go, just how much they’d be willing to challenge him. And every single one had left him disappointed. No one could match Gon’s energy and resilience.

Then he’d met Killua, and that had changed. Killua matched him easily, sometimes leaving Gon to chase after Killua.

But not this time. Gon was more blunt than Killua; he didn’t know the meaning of ‘backing down’. The easily flustered Killua didn’t stand a chance.

“Okay,” Gon says, smile widening. “You start, then.”

“Truth or dare?” Killua asks without missing a heartbeat.

“Truth!”

Killua blinks, caught off guard, and Gon laughs aloud at the shock that washes away his friend’s determined glare.

“You- you choose truth?!” Killua repeats, abashed. “What kind of loser chooses truth first-”

“I do!” Gon chirps.

He gently nudges Killua to the side so they don’t walk into an orange and red speckled tree in the middle of the sidewalk. The air around them is filled with the sounds of busy shoppers rushing in and out of the town stores to stack up on supplies for the upcoming week.

Gon has to raise is voice to be heard over the general bustle, “Plus, you can do a lot of things with truth. You could make me admit to something I’d never admit to!”

“Are you saying you got some deep dark secrets, Gon? You hiding something from me?”

“You’ll have to ask to find out, won’t you?”

Killua snorts. “Jeez. You know, you really are a kid sometimes. Fine, then. Why’d you chose to date me?”

Gon blinks. He glances at Killua but Killua keeps his gaze pointedly fixedly ahead on the leaf-scattered sidewalk stretched out in front of them.

“You had a list of names,” Killua continues steadily, but the slight quiver of his gloved hand in Gon’s reveals his true feelings. “Why me? We’d never talked before then. You had no reason to choose me. So, why? Why would you want to take the social outcast of your school to your favorite animal shelter every weekend; why would you bring him hot chocolate after he said he didn’t like coffee or tea; why would you want to hold his hand, or even ask him out at all?”

“…that’s more than one question, Killua,” Gon says after a pause and immediately yelps at the swift punch delivered to his shoulder.

“AH- ow, Killua that hurt-”

“Shut up and answer the question!” Killua snaps. He’s blushing again, cheeks blossoming red in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with the cold, and Gon bites back a teasing remark. Killua wanted an answer, he had to be serious.

“Well,” he begins thoughtfully, breath fogging a bit before dissolving into the air. He makes sure to keep a firm grip on Killua’s hand as he explains, “I think it was because I wanted to try something new! I’d seen you around school and stuff, but never outside of classes. I was curious, I wanted to know more about you! And-” Gon shoots Killua a sly glance, “-I always thought you were pretty, you know.”

Killua stumbles at that and almost lands face-first into the sidewalk. Gon yanks him back upwards before that can happen and catches Killua around the middle. He’s already laughing when he hugs Killua to his chest. He’d expected Killua to stammer, or blush harder, but for him to be so mortified that he’d lost track of his surroundings and nearly fallen was-

“You bastard,” Killua says breathlessly. He’s not looking up from Gon’s shoulder- probably because his face his painted the brightest shade of scarlet- and Gon can’t help but find that incredibly cute.

“It’s not my fault you get embarrassed so easily, Killua!” he says, still snickering. Distantly, Gon notices Killua’s form is slim. He fits perfectly in Gon’s arms, head tucked into the curve of Gon’s shoulder at just the right angle.

I like holding Killua like this, Gon realizes and tightens his arms. It feels right, somehow, to have Killua so close to him like this.

“You said all that on purpose,” Killua argues weakly, pulling Gon out of his thoughts. Gon shakes his head adamantly even as grin spreads his lips from ear to ear.

“No, I didn’t! I was just being honest, I swear!”

“Too honest,” Killua grumbles. He finally pulls back and Gon reluctantly drop his arms. He’d never hugged Killua before then. It had been so nice, but too short-

His mind goes blank when Killua offers a gloved hand to him. The other teen is purposefully looking away from him with pink tipped ears and happiness bursts to life inside Gon’s chest. He enthusiastically grabs Killua’s hand, squeezing tightly.

Killua doesn’t complain at the strength in Gon’s grip. He just returns the squeeze with one of his own and the warmth in Gon’s heart overflows and spreads all the way down to his toes.

“My turn,” Gon says with a beam and tugs Killua forward again. “Truth, or dare?”

“…truth,” Killua says slowly, much to Gon’s (pleasant) surprise.

He decides to go easy on the still red-faced teen. “Why do you take pictures all the time?”

Killua’s jaw drops. “What?”

Alarm shoots through Gon; Killua’s hand is slackening like he’s about to let go. Gon quickly tightens his grip and blurts out, “You take a lot of pictures on your phone! When we go to the animal shelter, that time we got hot chocolate after school, and- and I saw you flipping through them last week when we met up between classes!”

Killua just looks at him blankly. “You…paid attention to all that?”

“I-” Gon’s not one to get embarrassed but he feels the blush starting to creep across his face all the same, “- I was just curious! Do you, um, want to go into photography or- or something?”

“No,” Killua says after a beat. He’s frowning, an inner war raging behind those blue eyes, and Gon nudges his shoulder gently. He doesn’t like it when Killua retreats into himself like that. It makes him feel like he’s losing Killua, somehow.

Killua blinks at the nudge and refocuses on Gon. Relief washes over him, and Gon says with a small, encouraging smile, “I’m sure you could, if you wanted to! You’re good at pretty much everything.”

Killua flushes. “Sh-shut up, Gon, jeez. I just said I didn’t want a career in photography.”

“What is it, then? You wouldn’t take all those pictures if you didn’t care.”

“I’m still trying to get over the fact that you noticed me taking all of those pictures. I mean, c’mon, you have the attention span of a snail.”

“Killua!” Gon whines and squeezes Killua’s hand tighter to stop the other teen’s laughter. “That’s mean! And why wouldn’t I notice something like that? I like you, so of course I’m gonna pay attention to you! I want to know everything there is to know about you, you know?”

Killua’s laughter dies away and he stops walking completely. Gon pauses, glancing back at him questioningly. Killua opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, then closes it. Gon can practically see the steam pouring out of his friend’s ears and has to fight himself to keep the grin off his face.

Honesty really was the easiest way to Killua’s heart.

“You…” Killua says, tripping over his words. “You. You- like me?”

“Mhm,” Gon hums happily. He lets go of Killua’s hand to boldly wrap his arms around Killua’s waist, pulling him in close until their chests press together. “We’re dating, Killua. Of course I like you.”

Killua swallows thickly. Their faces are close enough that Gon can feel the warmth of his blush as Killua whispers, “Is- is that really what you want?”

His voice is quiet, smaller than usual, and Gon frowns. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not… I’m not the best person to date, Gon. I’ve got a lot of problems.”

“I don’t mind that. I got problems, too. And if we’re dating, we can help each other with them. Right?”

Killua bites his bottom lip. His eyes are shining too brightly in the light radiating through the stores’ windows. Heart aching, Gon lifts one hand to tenderly cup one of Killua’s scarlet cheeks.

“Is that okay with you?” Gon asks hesitantly. This wasn’t all about him. He needs to know what Killua wants, too. “I don’t want to force you to be with me, Killua. If you don’t like me back, that’s oka-”

The rest of his response is wiped out by the chapped lips that abruptly shove against his own. Gon’s eyes fly open wide and bulge as he stares at Killua’s scrunched up face, the light splattering of freckles across a narrow nose.

It takes him all of a second to realize that Killua is kissing him- Killua, the bright, beautiful and amazing Killua- and this his heart explodes with joy. His grip on Killua’s waist tightens and then he’s kissing Killua back with a passion he didn’t know he had until now.

Killua tastes sweet, like chocolate. His nose is squished into Gon’s cheek and the kiss is more messy than it is gentle. Their mouths are awkward and their teeth clack a bit. But the small, happy hum of Killua’s lips as they press against Gon’s is more than enough to make Gon’s heart soar.

He’s happy, kissing Killua. He’s drowning in it, this simple feeling of falling in love, and he’s happy.

He’s happy, all because of Killua.

They part, both breathing heavy and leaning against each other. Gon still hasn’t let go of Killua’s face and somehow Killua’s arms are wound around his neck.

“I do like you,” Killua admits and a sharp thrill rushes through Gon. “I like you a lot, Gon. I just…don’t understand how you can like me.”

Gon rubs his thumb across Killua’s cheek. Killua’s skin is smooth and warm, and even that innocent bit of contact makes Gon’s already erratic heart pound. He doesn’t understand how anyone could not like Killua; Killua is beautiful, kind and daring. His presence is both comforting and addicting, so much so that Gon is already dreading the moment they’ll have to say goodbye.

“I like you because you’re you,” Gon says simply. “That’s all there is to it, Killua. I think you’re amazing.”

Killua takes in a shuddering breath. “You can’t keep saying stuff like that. I’m going to explode one day.”

Gon giggles and nuzzles his forehead against Killua’s. “But you’re the one who asked!”

“And I’m regretting that now.”

Gon throws his head back and laughs loudly. He doesn’t pay attention to the stares of passerbys’- he’s with Killua, dating Killua, and he won’t tone down the overwhelming joy he’s feeling right now for anyone.

“The photographs…”

Abruptly, Gon cuts himself off. He looks at Killua with wide eyes, their game coming back to him in a second. He’d forgotten he’d even asked Killua about that.

“Yeah?” Gon asks, hesitantly because Killua’s brow is puckered and he’s gnawing his lip again. He’s nervous about something, but Gon doesn’t know what.

“They’re for my sister,” Killua finally says. “She, uh. I take the photographs for her.”

“I didn’t know you had a sister!” Gon says, surprised.

“I do.”

There’s more to the story. A lot more, probably. But Killua’s looking uncomfortable as is, and Gon doesn’t want to ruin the happy glow from their first kiss, or the confirmation of their relationship on both ends. The only thing he wants to feel right now is the blinding happiness from being with someone who wants to be with him, too.

So, he just smiles, and says, “You’ll have to introduce me to her sometime.”

Killua’s returning smile warms him from the inside out.

~SIXTH WEEK~

“I’m so glad you brought him over for dinner, Gon,” Aunt Mito tells him quietly. Her tone is of the softest warmth, colored like honey. It makes the tips of Gon’s ears turn pink and a surge of relief to rise within him.

He sneaks a glance at his adoptive mother from the side of his eye and asks, just to make sure, “Really?” It had been a surprise after all, him bringing Killua to their home after school had ended.

But Aunt Mito hums her approval, carefully scrubbing leftover sauce off the plate and leaving nothing behind but a shiny, porcelain white. “Of course. He’s the reason you’ve been smiling so much lately, why wouldn’t I be glad?”

Gon’s face burns; the heat prickling across his cheeks is strange, alien, and kind of itchy. It only makes him more aware of how his body reacts to Aunt Mito’s words: his heart flutters inside his chest like a bird, soaring and diving before climbing up again in a whirlwind of giddy joy.

He looks down at the bowl he’s drying, heartbeat in his ears. “I’ve been doing that?” he asks innocently, despite already knowing the answer.

“Yes,” Aunt Mito laughs. “Don’t tell me you already forgot all the times I yelled at you to put your phone down when you were supposed to be doing homework! Or cleaning up after a meal! Sometimes you don’t even hear me until I’ve asked you for the fourth time in a row.”

“Heh, sorry, Aunt Mito. I don’t mean to ignore you.”

“That wasn’t a reprimand, Gon.” She nudges him gently in the side with her hip. “I’m just telling you what I see. And what I see, is that you’re happier with that boy around. You haven’t stopped smiling since the day you met him. You were practically glowing during dinner tonight.”

Gon bites his lip, trying but unable to stop the beam from spreading across his face. He couldn’t help being happy around Killua. It was easy. Killua made him smile more, made him excited and breathless and… and awestruck, really. Killua was fascinating and wonderful to him. He was never bored when Killua was around.

But when Killua had grabbed onto him earlier today in school, taking a fistful of Gon’s jacket and pulling him into a deserted classroom, Gon had known something was wrong.

“Can I come over to your place after school?” Killua had asked in a trembling voice, arms wrapped tightly around Gon’s back and face buried into Gon’s shoulder. A pang shot through Gon’s heart, a mix of fear and horror and worry that swirled and crashed together like a wave.

“What’s wrong?” Gon had asked as he gently ran his hand through Killua’s soft curls.

Killua shuddered- Gon could feel the tremor race through Killua’s entire body. “It’s- it’s nothing…”

“Killua,” Gon said, voice pained. “It’s not nothing if it makes you to react like this.”

For a long moment, Killua didn’t speak. The loud rumble of a hundred footsteps could be heard through the crack underneath the door, signaling the steady stream of students making their way to their next classes. Gon didn’t bother paying attention to them or the slight buzzing from his phone, alerting him to texts from his friends asking him where he was.

None of that mattered. The only person that mattered in the world right now was the too-pale teen in his arms.

Finally, Killua whispered, “It’s my family.”

Gon’s stomach lurched, then plummeted to the tiled floor. He gripped Killua tighter, opened his mouth to ask, “What did they-”

“I swear, I’ll tell you everything later. I just- I can’t right now.”

“Killua…”

“Gon, don’t. Please, I just.” He sucked in a large, unsteady breath. “I just can’t. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

Gon nodded, despite the urge to press Killua for more information. That wasn’t what Killua wanted or needed right now. So he just held Killua close to his chest, rubbing his back and murmuring into his ear until some of the color returned to Killua’s too-pale cheeks.

Gon shakes his head to banish the hours-old memory. He casts his gaze to the kitchen ceiling, to where his bedroom is located on the second floor. Killua is still here resting in Gon’s room; Aunt Mito refused to let him help clean dishes after dinner, insisting he was a guest. And as much as Gon loves his aunt and enjoys helping her as best he could-

All he really wants right now is to talk with Killua. He needs to know what exactly Killua’s family had done to upset Killua so badly. What had they said to leave him shaking in Gon’s embrace?

He starts distractedly, “Aunt Mito-”

“You can go, Gon.”

He blinks, then focuses on his mother. She’s smiling at him, lips soft at the edges, and her eyes shine the way they did whenever she was especially proud of him.

She leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to Gon’s forehead. “I’m glad you’re happy. Treasure that feeling; it’s so rare that we come across it.”

Gon swallows around the sudden lump in his throat. He puts down the plate and throws his arms around her.

“I will,” he says as he hugs her tightly. “I promise.”

~SEVENTH WEEK~

Gon’s shoes squeak loudly against the shiny tiled floors. Killua’s footsteps are silent though, just as silent as the teenager they belong to. Killua hasn’t said a single word since they entered the hospital together. He just grabbed Gon’s hand, squeezing tight enough to leave indents in Gon’s skin, before dragging him through the lobby towards the elevator.

Gon wrinkles his nose at the strange chemical smell hanging in the air like a cloud. He’s never liked hospitals, not as a kid and definitely not now. Everything here is white- the walls, the floor, the ceiling, even the nurses in their white uniforms, the masks covering their mouths. It’s as if the color’s been bleached from life itself.  

No, Gon doesn’t like hospitals. But that doesn’t matter, because he’s not here for himself. He’s here for Killua, because Killua asked him, because Killua trusted him with a part of himself he had never shared with anyone, and Gon loved him for it.

Killua stops short by a random wooden door a few floors above ground. He spins around to face Gon, cheeks ghostly pale, and says quietly, “Wait here. Okay?”

Gon nods and Killua lets go of his hand. He slips into the room without another word, leaving Gon to his own devices.

Biting his lip, Gon rocks on his heels. He can hear the faint sound of beeping from another room, the low murmuring of two doctors down the hall. It’s too quiet and the lack of general sound makes Gon’s hair stand on end.

Gon looks back at the slightly open door. The name ‘Zoldyck’ has been scribbled onto a label next to the doorframe and there’s a slight layer of dust on the plastic covering. It makes Gon wonder just how long Killua’s been coming here, to this same room on this same floor, to visit the same person over and over and over again.

Killua’s head pops up in the space between the door and the wall. His face looks pained, tense in a way that makes Gon’s heart twist. “C’mon,” Killua says, taking Gon’s hand once more. “Let me introduce you.”

Gon follows Killua into the room. There’s a large window opposite the door, a nightstand with a cup of water and a thick book. But it’s the photos on the walls- a rainbow of pictures, most of them containing Killua at all different ages, others with a dark-haired child who has Killua’s eyes- that makes Gon’s jaw drop.

These are the pictures Killua’s been taking, he realizes abruptly. These pictures that span years and seasons and all kinds of places that Gon’s never been to and may never visit…they paint the walls with memories, but they’re not memories for Gon. They’re for someone whose existence matters more to Killua than anyone else in the world, for a girl who is currently in a twin sized bed in the center of this hospital room.

They stop next to the mattress and gaze down at the patient resting peacefully below them. Gon waits as Killua takes a deep breath, giving his boyfriend the time to steel himself.

“Gon,” Killua says and his voice holds only the slightest quiver. “This is my younger sister, Alluka.”

Gon stares. Killua’s sister is almost swallowed by the bed’s white sheets; she’s tiny, thinner than Killua and shorter, too. Choppy layers of dull brown hair are spread out around her head in a halo and dark circles rest under her closed eyes. She’s so pale her skin is almost translucent. The only sign that she’s alive at all is the heart line on the machine next to her bed.

“What happened?” Gon asks and Killua’s grip on his hand tightens.

“I’m not sure,” Killua admits. He lowers himself into one of the rooms two chairs, leaning forward to slowly brush Alluka’s bangs off her forehead. Killua caresses her cheek with a tenderness that’s almost painful to watch: the blatant, palpable love for his immobile sister radiates off him in waves.

“I was away at summer camp,” Killua continues, sounding empty in a way that Gon has never heard from him before and never wants to hear again. “I didn’t want to go. Yorknew was far from our mansion, but my parents insisted. They didn’t tell me about Alluka’s illness until I came back in the fall, and by then it was too late. She was already gone.”

Killua looks up at Gon, blue eyes shining with unspeakable pain when he croaks out, “That’s how my parents got me to move here with them; this hospital is the best in the country to treat patients like Alluka. They keep her living, attending all her needs, and I can visit her as much as I want.”

Gon’s eyes widen in a moment of understanding. “That’s why you miss so much school,” Gon says aloud and Killua nods.

“School.” Killua laughs but it’s bitter, humorless. “What’s the point of it? Grades, assignments, participation… why should I bother with any of that when I could be here, with Alluka? I only go to get good enough grades to keep my parents happy. If they plummeted completely, my visiting hours would be taken away and I can’t afford that. Not when any day could be Alluka’s last.”

Gon slowly sits down next to Killua, trying to somehow absorb everything Killua is telling him. It all makes sense, every detail. But seeing Killua like this- eyes hollow, skin ashen and mouth quivering- hurts Gon to his very core.

He hates seeing Killua so hopeless, so miserable and, and sad. He only wants Killua to be happy, for him to smile. He would trade places with Alluka, if only so that Killua would never make that heartbroken expression ever again.

But he can’t do that. All he can do is support Killua and be here for him in every way he can.

“I bet she has your eyes,” Gon says with a gentle nudge and Killua blinks, momentarily surprised.

“She- she does.”

“And your smile!”

He gets a weak laugh at that- small, tiny, but a genuine laugh nonetheless.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Gon,” Killua says, giving him a wobbly smile. “Alluka’s got a much prettier smile.”

“No one has a prettier smile thank you,” Gon replies automatically and Killua sputters. Relief floods Gon as some of the color returns to Killua’s white cheeks.

“I-Idiot!” Killua hisses. “Don’t say stuff like that in front of my sister!”

“Why not?” Gon teases while squeezing Killua’s hand. “She’d probably agree with me! Right, Alluka?”

Killua shoves his shoulder, flushing in earnest now, and Gon laughs.

Later–after hours of hearing stories about Alluka, Killua’s cold childhood and pinning new pictures onto the walls to add to the collection–Gon and Killua walk out of the front hospital doors, clasped hands swinging back and forth.

Gon’s humming a random tune under his breath when Killua says quietly, “Thank you, Gon.”

Gon smiles slightly at that. Killua was so silly, sometimes. “There’s no need to thank me, Killua. I wanted to meet her, you know? I’m really happy you introduced us!”

Killua bites his bottom lip. “I- I know, but…still. Thank you.”

Gon slows to a stop. He leans over and presses a kiss to Killua’s cheek. “It was an honor, Killua. Thank you for bringing me here.”

Killua nods unsteadily, eyes starting to shine over again, and Gon pulls him into a tight hug.

There are no words he can say to heal Killua’s fractured heart, or to bring Alluka back to herself again. But he can hold Killua together like this until the pain doesn’t sting as much. He can walk with Killua hand-in-hand and be there with him whenever he goes to meet his nightmares face-to-face.

~EIGHTH WEEK~

The skin around Gon’s right eye is still smarting when he stomps into detention late one afternoon after school. It doesn’t stop the burning anger from rolling under his skin, doesn’t make his white-knuckled fists uncurl or his blood boil any less.

Seeing Killua sitting at a sunlight-doused desk with a split lip and bandaged knuckles, however, does.

“Ki-Killua!” Gon gasps and Killua’s head snaps up. Gon rushes over, letting his backpack fall ungraciously to the floor in his hurry to get to his boyfriend.

“Ah!” Killua winces as Gon cups his face, turning his head right and left to see if there are any other injuries marring that beautiful porcelain skin. “Ack- ouch, Gon- GON! Hey, cut it out, that hurts, dammit!”

“What happened?!” Gon demands, dropping his hands. He knows Killua isn’t very well liked here, but this was…. Gon clenches his teeth enough to make his jaw ache. Whoever did this to Killua was going to pay for it tenfold. No one hurt Killua and walked away without punishment.

No one.

Killua scrunches up his face, obviously unwilling to explain anything, but Gon just growls darkly. “Killua. Tell me.”

Killua groans and shoves an injured hand through his bangs, pushing starlight locks off his forehead. If this were any other time, Gon would be hypnotized by the full force of Killua’s piercing blue gaze. But he’s too furious right now to be distracted. Instead he just listens intently as Killua grumbles out, “I… I got into a fight, okay?”

Gon doesn’t miss a beat. “How did it start?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes,” Gon insists, leaning forward until he’s right in Killua’s face. “It does, Killua. I need to know who did this to you and what happened. I need to know the details.”

Killua’s cheeks are slowly flushing from Gon’s close proximity. Still, he manages to snarl back at Gon, “Why?! So you can avenge me or something?!”

“Maybe.”

“Gon.”

“I wasn’t joking.”

“I know that,” Killua snaps and roughly pushes Gon away. “But I don’t need someone to defend me! I don’t need you to anything like that for me ever, okay? I can handle myself.”

“Oh, sure, and that’s why you’re bleeding and your hands are hurt!” Gon says scathingly and Killua rolls his eyes, irritation rolling off him and through the air.

“Listen, those guys didn’t land a scratch on me compared to what I did to them, got it?! I’m stronger than I look! And you can’t avenge me when I was avenging you to start with!”

Gon blinks, taken aback. The stabbing anger freezes over in his chest and confusion washes over him.

“You were….” he starts as Killua looks away, cheeks growing even darker by the second. “Avenging me? But that- Killua, that doesn’t make any sense-”

“Those guys were saying bad stuff about you, okay?!” Killua cuts him off sharply. “They were- were laughing at you, saying you were an idiot for dating me and. And that whatever bad stuff was coming your way, you deserved it for hanging around me all the time. They said if you were smart, you’d drop me right now and be done with me.”

Icy fury stabs Gon straight through his heart. He curls his hands into tight fists, nails digging into his palms. He can’t stop the way his hands shake, nor the trembling in his voice when he asks, “Who said that to you?”

“I took care of it,” Killua says shortly. “Seriously, Gon. Drop it. You won’t get anywhere by perusing this.”

“I can’t. Not when-” Gon stops. Killua still isn’t looking at him, preferring to stare at the tiled floors as if they contain the secret of the universe. The sight of him- bruised and battered, visibly upset and emotionally hurt- makes Gon’s heart ache. He hates seeing Killua like this, and before he knows it, he’s reaching across the desk. He gently grasps Killua’s chin and forces the other teen to meet his gaze directly.

“Killua,” Gon says softly, trying to put all his love and adoration for Killua into his next few words. “Hey, Killua? It wasn’t true, okay? Everything they said was just a lie. Nothing bad is going to happen because we’re together.”

Killua’s piercing blue gaze roams over his face. “You can’t expect me to believe that when you’re sporting a black eye yourself, Gon.”

He shrugs. “That’s nothing. It’ll heal in no time.”

“And your friends? Everyone avoids me. Everyone hates me. They’ll start treating you the same way sooner or later. And that’s not something as easily fixed as a black eye.”

Gon leans forward. He rests his forehead against Killua’s, inwardly loving the way Killua’s soft bangs brush his skin. Neither of them speak for a few seconds. Instead they just stare into each other’s eyes, blue clashing with brown, and their breath mingling in the space between their lips. Slowly but surely a tension rises between them- a charge, a spark. It takes all of Gon’s self-control not to rush forward and seize Killua’s lips, to push him against the back of his wooden chair and remind him just how much Gon is in awe of everything Killua is.

But Gon does manage to hold himself back, because this is important. And as much as Gon wants to kiss Killua senseless, what he needs to say right now is even more important than kissing the person he loves with his whole heart.

“If they treat me any differently,” Gon says to Killua quietly. “Then they weren’t really my friends to begin with, were they?”

Killua visibly swallows. He whispers, lips almost touching Gon’s, “Are you sure, Gon? Is this really what you want?”

Gon smiles. “I wouldn’t have gotten into detention for fighting my friends if I didn’t.”

Killua’s eyes widen. “You- you fought your friends?! That’s how you got those bruises?!”

“They were saying mean things about you.” Gon cups Killua’s jaw in his hands once more, rubbing his thumb over high cheekbones and feels porcelain skin grow warm under his touch. “I told them to stop but it kind of escalated from there.”

Brow furrowing, Killua opens his mouth. Gon squishes Killua’s cheeks together before he can get a word out though, saying firmly, “It’s okay, really! Don’t you get it, Killua? You’re important to me, more important than anyone in the world, and I don’t want to be friends with people who can’t see how amazing you are.”

Killua’s blush deepens. Freckles pop out across his narrow nose- too light to see in normal light- and the intense, flaring want from earlier returns tenfold.

Gon presses his mouth to Killua’s, eyes falling shut. The kiss tastes like blood; the cut on Killua’s lip hasn’t healed over fully, but Gon doesn’t care about that. He kisses Killua deeply- trying to somehow convey a fraction of the overwhelming love and adoration he has for the other teen into the movement- and his heart soars when Killua’s lips move against his to respond in kind.

I love him, Gon thinks distantly as the warmth inside his chest bubbles over and spreads to every corner of his body. I love him I love him I love him.

I’m in love with Killua Zoldyck.

~TWELFTH WEEK~

Gon is waiting in the parlor by the time Killua arrives. He wastes no time in yanking open the front door and grabbing a fist-full of Killua’s soaked tux. He drags Killua inside and up the stairs without uttering a single word.

It’s only when they’ve gotten into the bathroom next to Gon’s bedroom that Killua whispers brokenly, face paper white, “Are- are you sure your aunt won’t-?”

“Killua,” Gon says and reaches out to grasp Killua’s shoulders with a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay, really. Aunt Mito loves you.”

Killua’s gaze drops to his feet and he nods jerkily. Water droplets fall off his silver bangs and onto the tiled floor as he shivers from the cold. A deep pang resonates in Gon’s chest and his grip tightens.

“Killua, go take a shower,” Gon tells him gently. “We can talk after you get out. I left some of my pjs out for you.”

Color floods Killua’s cheeks. “G-Gon, that’s-”

“It’s fine. I promise! You don’t have to worry about getting embarrassed when it’s just you and me here.” He leans forward and presses a kiss to Killua’s wet forehead before Killua can argue. “Go get warm, okay? I’ll be waiting for you in my room.”

Only ten minutes has passed by the time Killua pads into Gon’s bedroom, hair still damp and skin a rosy pink. Gon perks up and throws his arms open wide as Killua quietly closes Gon’s door behind him. Killua stills at that, skin darkening just enough for Gon to see even in the dim light, but Gon just smiles at him expectantly.

Finally, Killua sighs. Dragging a hand down his scarlet face, he grumbles, “You’re ridiculous. You know that?”

“Mmm.” Gon hums as Killua climbs onto his bed. He immediately pulls him close, so Killua’s shoulder blades are pressed into his chest, and nuzzles Killua happily. Killua smells like him after using Gon’s shampoo and dressing in Gon’s clothes, and the knowledge makes Gon happier than he expected.

Aloud, he says, “Yeah. I do. But you love me anyway.”

A scoff. “Idiot. Whoever said I loved you?”

Gon grins, resting his head against Killua’s. “Well you’re not denying it, so-”

“Oh, shut up!”

Gon laughs quietly and squeezes Killua around his slim waist. He likes to hold Killua like this; he likes feeling Killua breathe, the warmth of his body and the smell of soap and shampoo coming off his silver hair. It’s good and nice. Comforting, somehow. Gon’s never as content as he is while Killua’s around.

But Killua wasn’t content right now, no matter the air of ease he was putting on. And both he and Gon knew it.

“Killua?” Gon asks hesitantly and he feels Killua tense in his arms. “What… what happened? Did something go wrong at the dinner party?”

He can’t see Killua’s face like this, but he knows just by the irritated growl in Killua’s voice the exact irritated expression he’s wearing. “What didn’t go wrong, honestly? My mother was freaking out the entire time as usual, I had to wear that suffocating tux that kept trying to choke me, the food tasted like cardboard, I hated everyone invited, and my older brother kept trying to talk to me about ‘responsibilities’ and ‘family duties’ and blah blah blah… god, it sucked so bad.”

He lets his head fall back against Gon’s shoulder with a huff. “I really wish you were there. You would’ve at least made it interesting.”

“I did ask for an invitation,” Gon reminds him.

“And I did ask on your behalf,” Killua retorts. “But my parents rejected the idea. They told me you couldn’t come. So, I had to suffer alone. Ugh.”

Gon hums again and rubs his hand through Killua’s silky locks in an attempt to calm him down. Killua liked it when he played with his hair, Gon knew. “It’s okay, maybe they’ll let me come next time.”

“Doubt it. They don’t want me bringing anyone home.”

“They don’t want anyone who can distract you from your bright future?” Gon says, half joking.

“Exactly. They just… they’re so horrible, Gon. I can’t stand them or that cold house or their heavy expectations. And the way they talk about Alluka, is just…”

Killua’s voice trails off, but it sounds wrong. His voice doesn’t just trail off; it dies.

Worry and anxiety constrict Gon’s throat. He swallows thickly, mouth suddenly dry. “Killua. Did- did anything else happen? You sound really upset this time. Even more than usual.”

For a long pause, Killua doesn’t speak. The silence is filled with the sound of their low breathing, the muffled spattering of rain against Gon’s window. His bedroom is dark and completely lightless. It makes Gon feel like he’s floating in space, and the only thing that’s real is the thin teen resting in his arms.

It makes him feel like Killua and him are the only two people that exist in the entire world.

But a small sniff pulls Gon out of his revere, the low sound enough to make his heart plummet to the ground.

“Ki-Killua?” he says, alarmed. He still can’t see Killua’s face and it hurts in the worst way possible- “What’s wrong, why are you crying?!”

Killua tries to shake his head but he ends up bumping into Gon’s nose instead. “It’s- I just.” He takes a deep breath, shuddering, and Gon buries his face into the curve of Killua’s shoulder. He hugs Killua tightly, like he can push the sadness right out of him with sheer strength alone.

Killua didn’t deserve the cards life had given him. He didn’t deserve his stuck-up family with their abusive words and actions and expectations. He didn’t deserve to have his precious sister locked up in a hospital, within arm’s reach but never close enough to have his words reach her ears and mind. He didn’t deserve the way everyone sneered and avoided him in school for a family reputation he had always rejected and always would.

Killua didn’t deserve any of it. And Gon would do anything to stop it all, but the only thing he can do is hold Killua like he is now. Hold him, and listen.

“Shhh, Killua.” Gon rubs gentle circles into porcelain skin and Killua’s ragged breathing slows a bit. “Killua, it’s okay. You can tell me anything. I want to help you. Just- just tell me what happened and we can figure something out together! We can fix it, whatever it is.”

Killua laughed, that same broken laugh from the hospital a few weeks ago. “This isn’t something either of us can just fix, Gon. It’s bigger than that. My parents, they- they want to move. They think I’m not getting a good enough education here, apparently. They want to leave but Alluka. She. She can’t be moved. She would die the second they unplugged her from those machines.”

Ice skitters down Gon’s spine and his body turns to stone. He doesn’t say anything for a beat, mind blank as he tries to process what Killua had just told him.

“You’re…” He stops, unable to speak for a moment. He can barely hear himself over the roar of blood in his own ears. “You’re moving? Away from Hunter?”

He tightens his arms around Killua reflexively, and Killua squeezes his wrist. He admits, “Maybe. I’m not… sure of all the details yet. My parents sprung this on me in the middle of the dinner. It turned into this whole big fight in front of everyone, and I left immediately after.” He lets out a long breath. “I’m sure I’ll be punished for it later when I go back-”

“Don’t go,” Gon says immediately. “Just- stay here. Stay with me and Aunt Mito.”

Killua sighs. “I wish I could. But even if I stayed, I’d have to leave eventually. I can’t just not go home.”

“It’s not your home,” Gon argues back. “You hate it there. You don’t like your family. But- but you like me! And you like Aunt Mito too, right?”

“You don’t have to even ask that,” Killua huffs and Gon feels his blush by the warmth radiating off Killua’s skin.

Gon’s heart flutters. He holds Killua closer, a soaring kind of happiness filling up his chest when Killua melts back into his embrace. He feels better whenever he has Killua in his arms. Like this, he can pretend he’s a shield, protecting Killua from everyone and anything that would ever try to do him harm.

He murmurs into Killua’s silver curls, “Then don’t leave. If you live with me and Aunt Mito, you could visit Alluka whenever you’d like. You wouldn’t have to listen to any of their rules or- or go to their fancy parties or do anything else they make you do!”

“As wonderful as that sounds, it’s just not possible. You know that, Gon. They’d figure where I was and come to get me sooner or later. I’m not a legal adult yet, and neither are you.”

“There has to be something I can do! I don’t want you to leave, I m-might never see you again, n-not until-”

An idea clicks into his mind, falling neatly into place like two puzzle pieces fitting together for the first time.

Gon sucks in a quiet breath and his eyes widen. “Oh.”

Killua straightens, instantly noticing the change in Gon’s tone. “What. What is it? What are you thinking?”

“Killua, your birthday is in July, right?”

“Right,” he answers. “But, what does that have to do with-”

“You’re turning eighteen, aren’t you?” Gon asks him excitedly and Killua makes a confused sound of agreement. “Killua, don’t you see? You might not be a full adult now, but once you turn eighteen they can’t make you do anything! So, if you can somehow stall the move until your birthday-”

“I could stay,” Killua breathes, tone full wonder and awe. “Is that- do you really think it would work? Something that simple?”

“Why not?” Gon’s practically vibrating now, the entire mattress shaking from his boundless energy. “As an adult, you’re allowed to make your own legal decisions! You could move into an apartment, away from your family and closer to your sister. And you said so yourself; they can’t move Alluka. Your parents trapped her here, but that doesn’t mean you can’t stay with her!”

Killua’s breathing had quickened. Gon could feel the rapid rise and fall of his boyfriend’s chest and even the lightning-fast pulse on Killua’s wrist as Killua gripped his arm tightly.

“I could apply to colleges nearby on purpose,” Killua whispers and Gon nods enthusiastically.

“Yeah!”

“I could get a job to start saving money for an apartment-”

“Yeah!!!”

“-and we could move in together right after we graduate-”

Killua stops short, freezing in horror. Gon blinks owlishly as his mind trips over what Killua said.

Had…had Killua really just suggested…?

“You,” Gon says, heart pounding heavy and loud against his ribcage. “You want us to move in together, Killua?”

“I. Uh.” Killua bows his head. His nails scrape across Gon’s skin, betraying his anxiousness, and Gon grabs his hands. He squeezes them reassuringly as Killua stammers out, “I mean. I just. I thought, maybe, it might be nice? We spend so much time together anyway, so…”

A smile spreads across Gon’s face, wide enough for his cheeks to ache, but he can’t help it. “Is that your way of saying you’d like to go steady, hmm?”

“D-Don’t say it like that!” Killua hisses and Gon throws his head back with a laugh. He feels light, like he can fly. Like he can walk on clouds and never fall. Like he can do anything, as long as Killua is there at his side.

“How should I say it then?” Gon teases and Killua lets out a groan. “Moving in together is a big step, I dunno if I’m ready for that kind of a commitment-”

“We’ve been dating for three months, stupid!” Killua says, exasperated. “Seriously, you were the one who insisted we start hanging out in the first place!”

Warmth washes over him. Gon lightly angles Killua’s face and pushes his silver bangs back with one hand. He presses a kiss to Killua’s forehead, relishing in the low but happy sigh he gets in response.

“I know,” Gon says simply, tone filled with joy. “And it was the best decision I’ve ever made.”

~SIXTY-NINTH WEEK~

It’s snowing.

Gon stands in the middle of a winter wonderland, memorized, as his breaths puff out into the air in small clouds. The air is crisp, clean. He can taste winter on his tongue and feel it in the fat snowflakes that melt on his cheeks.

“Oi, Gon!”

Something heavy and hard slams into his back and Gon gasps, eyes flying wide.

He whirls around to find Killua grinning at him. He’s tossing a snowball up and catching it single-handedly, his other gloved hand on his hip.

“Are you just gonna stand there, or what?” Killua challenges with a smirk.

“Killua!” Gon whines loudly. “That was mean! You can’t attack someone while their back is turned!”

His year-long boyfriend just rolls his eyes. “Tough. You knew what we came out here to do, Gon. You don’t get a pass for losing focus.”

“But it’s beautiful out here! How could you not lose focus?” Gon gestures with his hand and turns in a circle. The whole area in front of their apartment building is blanketed in white. The snow is smooth and unbroken, perfect in a way that only the first fall of the season can be. It’s even more breathtaking under the streetlight, where the snowbanks glimmer like millions of fractured diamonds.

Gon looks back at Killua with a beam. “This all reminds me of you, actually.”

Killua sputters, face flushing. “You- shut up. God. You never stop saying embarrassing things, do you?”

“Nope!” Gon says cheerfully. He makes his way over to where Killua is standing, his ivory cheeks now a brilliant red. His hands move to hold Killua’s face in his hands and he can’t help but smile softly at the way Killua pouts.

“Will you ever stop torturing me?” Killua grumbles. Despite his words, he makes no move to stop Gon; instead he curls his fingers lightly around Gon’s wrists, holding him in place just like Gon is holding Killua. The fond warmth in his blue eyes is enough to make Gon’s heart skip.

Gon’s smile widens. “Why should I stop,” he says teasingly. “When you always blush so pretty for me every time?”

“Ugh, Gon.” Killua scrunches his nose and Gon laughs. “You’re so- ugh.”

“So, what? Hmmm?”

“Embarrassing,” Killua hisses.

“Not embarrassing enough to stop you from moving in with me, though!”

Killua huffs. “Apparently not. But keep it up and we’ll see what happens.”

Gon chuckles at the blatant fib. “You’re funny, Killua. You couldn’t resist me even if you tried.”

Killua’s eyes flash. “Oh, really. How about we-”

Gon rushes forward, tilting his head to get the right angle at the very last second. He kisses Killua before the other college undergrad can get another word out, soft and slow and gentle, and Killua melts into his arms.

Gon loves moments like these; the quiet ones when time stands still and his world narrows down to Killua. Killua, and the feel of his cool, chapped lips on his. Killua and the little sigh he makes between kisses. Killua and his steel-like strength and his beauty and his wit. His undying loyalty for his sister and never-ending ability to make Gon feel like he’s the luckiest man on earth.  

Killua, who Gon fell in love with on an accidental chance, but whom he now could not imagine living without.

“You’re still embarrassing,” Killua whispers, pressing his forehead against Gon’s and staring directly into his eyes.

Gon hums in acknowledgement. “Only ‘cause I’m honest. The snow really does remind me of you, though. The color, the temperature.”

“Hey! I’m not that cold, okay-”

“Then why do you snuggle up to me every night in our bed for warmth? You give me goosebumps when you do that, Killua! You’re always freezing.”

Killua snorts. Gon feels long fingers weave through his spikes as Killua says, “Maybe you’re just too warm. Ever think of that? You’re like a furnace or something.”

“Maybe you just like snuggling with me.”

“We’ve been dating for over a year now,” Killua says, exasperated. “That’s what couples do, Gon.”

Gon grins. “Yeah, but you’ve never admitted to liking it, before.”

“I shouldn’t have to admit something like that, you doofus-”

He cuts himself off in an ear-splitting shriek. He shoves Gon off him, the strength of his push enough to send Gon toppling backwards into the snow.

By the time he sits up, Gon is cackling uncontrollably. His cheeks ache from how wide he’s smiling and he can barely catch his breath to keep on laughing. Killua, on the other hand, flails and arches his back like a cat. He’s got one arm shoved down the back of his jacket and is spitting out curses left and right. The sight only succeeds in making Gon fall over, still wheezing.

Finally, the handful of snow that Gon shoved down Killua’s back falls out his jacket and onto the ground with a dull thud.

For a few seconds, Killua just stares at the lump of snow, chest heaving. Then he raises his gaze to Gon and all laughter instantly dies in Gon’s throat.

“Gon,” Killua says lowly. His eyes are narrowed into thin icy slits. “You’re dead meat.”

Gon’s smile falls of his face. Uh, oh.

He leaps upwards and starts running. He ducks just in time for ball of snow to fly over his head, and then he’s laughing again while Killua howls furiously at his back.

“I LOVE YOU, KILLUA!” he hollers over his shoulder and his nearly met with a face full of snow.

“SHUT UP AND GET BACK HERE, YOU IDIOT!!!” is all he gets in return. “THIS ISN’T OVER, GON!!!”

Gon only laughs harder at that, heart full and bursting while butterflies came alive in his chest.

This is his life now. Killua is his life now, and Gon couldn’t be happier.

[bnha-hcs]

Bakugou x Reader - Rainy Day Kittens + Happy 1,500+ followers!

Decided to post this without the the photo bc Sho is sick and I didn’t want to rush her with the sketch because she’s drowning in commissions, so we’ll most likely finish it on a later date. Also I guess this is sort of happy 1,500 followers now that I think about it lmao. Thank you all for the continued support, I’m very lucky to have such great followers!

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It was around  9pm and you were worried sick. You checked your phone for probably the fifth time this minute, hoping that a text from your boyfriend would suddenly appear on screen. Your previous texts had been ignored ever since you started texting him around seven. It was also good to mention that it was absolutely pouring outside, thunder and lightning crackling up the sky. Anxiety tugged at your mind and about a thousand thoughts were racing through your mind. Was he attacked on the way home? Was he knocked out cold and being held somewhere? Or maybe he secretly had a mistress and was cheating on you… You shook that thought out of your head. There’s no way that one was even remotely true.

You slurped up your noodles from your instant ramen cup since you had delayed dinner to the point where it was too late to make anything big. It’s a good thing Maru-chan always had your back for situations like these. Although Katsuki would would probably kill you for eating something so bad for you. You drank down the hot broth, savoring the warmth as the rain continued it’s downpour onto the the city. There’s no way he would’ve gotten himself in trouble. Well, not anything he couldn’t handle himself. You sighed, tapping your foot out to get rid of this anxious feeling in your chest.

When you heard the door to your house crack open you rushed to the over after setting down your finished cup noodles. Your boyfriend stepped into the house, kicking the door closed and letting an out an agitated sigh. You moved to stand in front of him and instantly grabbed his  face to pepper it with kisses, ignoring the fact that he was soaked to the bone. He didn’t do much to stop you since the warmth of your lips felt good on his cold wet face.

“Katsuki where have you been?? You had me worried sick I thought something bad happened…” You trailed off. After a few moments you looked at him as a whole and squinted. What was up with his jacket? It looked… lumpy and was it moving? Your gaze traveled to his face and he had the look like he was trying to hold back a stupid smile.

“What the hell is going on? You’re usually cursing up a storm and complaining about your day. What gives?” You asked pursing your lips. He glared at you.

“Just shut the fuck up and help me with this.” Katsuki grumbled.

You assumed he was talking about his lumpy and moving jacket so you cautiously went to unzip it. There was a noise and you stopped letting out a squeak. What the fuck? Is this some sort of prank? You listened for a second and heard it again. It sounded like… You went to unzip most of the rest of his jacket and your face lit up with happiness and surprise. This was too cute. As soon as light hit the little bundles of fur they started making a symphony of tiny mewls. You squealed with delight.

“Kittens! Oh but they’re covered in mud, poor little things.” You cooed.

“Don’t just fucking stand there, get them out of my jacket!” Katsuki demanded. You complied happily.

Reaching into his jacket you pulled out three of the kittens covered in mud, all the while going on about how cute they were. They squirmed in your arms and you could barely hold them. Katsuki was left with the other three. You looked at him practically radiating with happiness from this little surprise he had for you.

“Here, let’s go put them in the tub so I can wash them off. Then you can go change while I give them a tiny bath.” You smiled.

Katsuki nodded and mumbled something under his breath that you didn’t catch. He was probably just complaining about how cold he was from his soaked clothes. He followed you down the hall and to the bath and shower. You nudged the door open with your foot and used your elbow to flick on the lights. You quickly sat down to let down the squirming little fuzzballs onto the bathroom floor. They stumbled and crawled around as you scooted over to the tub to start the bath. Katsuki sat on the ground and let the other three down, going to shed his dirty and soaked jacket and his shirt that was under it until he was just left in his pants. You held your hand out in the tub waiting for the water to warm up and watched as the six kittens stumbled over to Katsuki who was busy trying to dry his soaked hair.

“Go over there to her you idiots I’ve already had enough of you.” He said with a frown plastered on his face.

It didn’t work because they kept on their path to stumble over to him on their tiny little legs. He hissed as one jumped up onto his leg and dig their claws into him. He huffed and picked up the kitten gently and put it down facing your direction, hoping it’d get the memo to leave him alone. It didn’t work obviously, and the kitten bounded back over to him, meowing loudly as if out of protest to being sent away. Katsuki gave up and soon his lap was covered in kittens. You laughed a little bit as the muddy kittens crawled all over him. He sat there looking unamused of course but he never handled them harshly even as they accidentally scratched up his thigh.

“The bath is ready for them, you can go change now.” You said grabbing a kitten from him and setting it in the two inches of water.

“If I can get these fuckers off me.” He mumbled in disdain.

“Then I’ll help you.” You chuckled.

You reached over and grabbed another one, and then a second one before you set them in the tub of warm water with the others. They meowed loudly in protest but it was for their own good. Well, and Katsuki’s. He handed you another two for you to put in the tub before he handed you the last one and stood up to head to your shared bedroom to get a fresh shirt and pants. Meanwhile you grabbed each tiny kitten and gently washed off the mud caked onto their fur. They kept trying to jump out of the tub and you had a fun time when one of them actually jumped out and and made a straight beeline for the door.

“Ah, no! Get back here!.” You called out. “Katsuki we have an escapee!”

An aggravated yell could be heard from down the hall followed by a string of curses. You also heard a tiny distant meow before you went back to trying to wash off the rest of the little turds. After each kitten was washed you didn’t even care as they jumped out of the tub and run out the door because you had a sneaking suspicion where they were heading anyways. After you cleaned the last one you caught them before they could escape and grabbed a towel to dry them off.

 As you were drying off the tiny kitten Katsuki walked in through the door looking very unamused. You covered your mouth to hide your smile when a small mob of kittens came trotting in after him. Oh how amusing this was… You let the kitten you had go and they ran to join the tiny herd. You watched as Katsuki tried to sit down by you and carefully plan each movement as to not accidentally hurt one of his tiny followers. When he had sat down the wet kittens automatically clambered on top of him and vied for his attention. You handed him a towel to help you dry them off and he begrudgingly took it before grabbing a screaming kitten. While he toweled off another kitten you grabbed another one and kept going until they were all dried off and romping around.

“I’m pretty sure they think you’re their mama.” You snickered seeing them needily try and climb over him.

“Don’t be stupid, all I did was rescue them from some shitty cardboard box.” He grumbled taking one of the kittens before holding it up to his face. “I’m not your mom.”

“I don’t think you can convince them that you’re not.” You said with a coy smile.

You reached over and took one of them, holding it and scratching under it’s chin with a finger. After setting it down it immediately went to join the others in their adventure to climb Mt. Katsuki. Meanwhile you boyfriend was trying to get them off of him so he could have some breathing room. At some point he gave up because he let him climb up and sit in his arms. You hated to break this touching moment but you didn’t really want to spend the rest of the night in the bathroom.

“I think we should take them into the kitchen and try to feed them” You said picking a kitten off of him.

“With what? We don’t have fucking cat food.” He said.

“Then I’ll go down to the convenience store down the street. It’s open 24/7.” You offered.

“I’m not letting you out in the rain at night.” He said sternly. “If anyone’s going anywhere it’s going to be me.”

“But you literally just got back and you’re going to get wet again!” You reasoned. He just brushed you off and the yelling kittens that went sliding off of him as he got up.

The kittens went running off after him and he had to be careful not to accidentally step on them while he trudged to the door. You were a little mad that he was going out instead of letting you but it was hard to stay mad watching him be so gentle with the six bundles of fur meowing at his feet. With a sigh you got up and started to herd the kittens away from Katsuki since he was yelling curses trying to scoot them away from the door. He nudge one back with the tip of his umbrella until he mumbled a goodbye and was out the door.

You noticed the kittens seemed rather lost without their appointed mother so you did your best to fill in. You ran off to find a blanket and made it into a makeshift pouch so you could place the kittens in it. Admittedly you felt some sort of weird cat burglar or some sort of stork carrying kittens around in a makeshift sack. You lugged them off and over to the couch in the living room and flicked on the tv so you could have something to do when not watching the kitties. Setting down the sack meowing kittens they nearly exploded out of the blanket and resumed their meowing as they wandered around the small space of the living room. You tried your best to keep them engaged using a ribbon from an old present bag.

Time ticked on and the kittens had gotten bored, opting to take a little rest on you or beside you. They looked like a bunch of tiny little sweet rolls curled up the way you were and you took out your phone to take a picture. You sent the pictures to your group chat with a few others before you went back you petting the resting kitties. Of course that didn’t last long. Your phone buzzed, letting out a text tone and startling a few of them. You looked at the reply to see that it was from Ochako.

“They’re so cute!! I didn’t know you guys had cats what are their names?” The text message read.

Names? That’s right… you really hadn’t thought of any names for them. Now you had something else to do while Katsuki was at the convenience store. Petting the kitten in your lap gently you pondered a few names, forgetting to text back to Ochako. You looked over to your cup of noodles and looked at the brand. You smiled and a light bulb went off in your head. This one would definitely be named Maru-chan.

Time marched on and you had settled on a few names. Maru-chan, Tama, Spaghet, President Theodore Roosevelt… You weren’t sure for the last two but it didn’t matter because the door practically slammed open alerting the kittens to a certain someone’s arrival. They hauled ass over to him and you heard a frustrated yell as you slowly got up.

“Oh for fucks sake I wasn’t gone that long. Piss off!” Katsuki yelled carefully shuffling his feet and nudging the kitties out of the way.

“See, I told you they think you’re their mama.” You snickered watch him try to walk over to you.

“Fuck off, just take this bag.” He said jutting out his arm in your direction. You took it and started going over the items in the bag.

Pulling out stuff you saw a lot of cans of wet cat food and then some cat toys. A large bag of cat food was slammed on the table next to you and you jumped making your boyfriend laugh. A few of the kittens jumped on the table and were inspecting the bag, jumping when it moved or something else moved suddenly to startle them. You puffed out your cheeks and let out a sigh a few seconds later.

“We need litter boxes, too.” You said under realization that cat do in fact, poop and pee.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Came Katsuki’s enraged response. “I’m not going back out again!”

“I’m not asking you to so calm your tits, babe.” You huffed back at him. “I think I have an old storage bin from when we moved. We can just fill it with the sand from those old sandbags in the garage.”

Katsuki grumbled something and hugged you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. You sighed and leaned into his embrace. You’d just have to feed these little farts and get their litter box set up so the two of you could rest. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before going to grab some of the cans of food for the cats, but you swatted his hand away.

“No, I’ll feed them. You should make yourself something to eat I know you’re probably hungry.” You said reaching out and holding his hand in yours. “You need to eat too you know.”

“Fine.” He replied almost looking relieved.

You let go of his hand and watched him shuffle lazily to the fridge so he could make himself something to eat. It was well past ten so he deserved to eat something. Grabbing the small cans of cat food you went to rummage through your cupboards and get six small bowls, all stacked on top of each other. You walked a bit aways into the midway point between the kitchen and the living room before you set everything down. The kittens were still pestering Katsuki as you went back over to grab a spoon.

Opening a can of the wet cat food immediately made the kittens cast their attention over to you and they mobbed you like some sort of hungry crowd of cat zombies. You struggled to keep them away from the bowl you were scooping the food into and had to stand up and try to do it that way. If only you had some sort of forcefield quirk so you could make a little bubble for yourself. You set the already full bowl on the table and picked up another can to empty into another bowl. After a while you had gotten the bowls full but putting them down was the next challenge. You set two bowls down and they swarmed onto those.

“Oi you fat asses there’s more food over here.” You heard Katsuki say from behind you. He moved past you to grab and set down a few more bowls while you went to get the last few.

Katsuki bent down and took some of the kittens so he could deposit them by their own personal bowl of cat food. You watched him do the same for the rest and then sit there and police who was eating out of which bowl like the good cat mom he was. You laughed a bit when he stopped a kitten who already eaten all of their food from mooching off another one. Kneeling down next him you helped him on policing duty and moved to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. You could tell he appreciated the affection because he practically leaned into you touch.

“Didn’t I tell you to make yourself some food?” You asked teasingly. He half heartedly glared at you.

“I am making something, it’s simmering.” He said flatly. “Besides you were fucking it up over here.”

“How mean.” You said in mock hurt. “But if I knew having a bunch of stray kittens in this house would make you a bit softer, maybe I should’ve gotten a kitten sooner.”

“Whatever.” He said going to shoo a kitten away from the one that was still eating.

“It’s true!” You chuckled. “You’re very gentle with them, I’m surprised.”

The kittens finished their meals and while Katsuki ate his own food and dealt with them meowing at him for attention, you went to find the large plastic tub you were talking about. You rummaged around in the garage until you found it and then continued to lug a sandbag and slam it down inside. You grabbed a large knife, slicing an opened and then emptying the contents into the tub. It wasn’t the best litter box but it’d have to do for now until you could get actual stuff from a pet store.

After lugging the giant tub into the main room you yawned and flopped yourself onto the couch. One of the kittens, Maru-chan, had jumped on the couch with you and went to curl up on your chest. Not too much later Katsuki came over, kittens trailing after him as he crashed next to you. You hummed as he pulled you over to him, wrapping an arm around your waist as your head came to rest on his chest. Maru-chan had since moved and found another place somewhere else.

“You’re gonna make me fall asleep right here I swear.” You mumbled.

“I wouldn’t give a fuck even if you did.” He sighed taking his fingers and threading them in your hair. “I’ll probably pass the fuck out here anyways.”

“Then if I fall asleep and drool on you, you can’t complain.” You said stifling a yawn.

“If you drool I’m shoving you off me.” He said clearly unamused. You laughed lightly and snuggled into his chest even more.

With all six kittens around him Katsuki looked down at you, realizing you were his seventh. His fingers combed through your hair and he vaguely payed attention to the tv. You were a pain in the ass sometimes, just like the six furballs curled up at his side. But he loved you nonetheless, and nothing would change that.

“We’re not taking them to the shelter are we?” You asked sadly.

“Why the fuck would you think that?” He asked.

“Just making sure, I don’t think they’d be happy having to leave their precious mama.” You smiled.

“For the last time I’m not they’re mam- ow!” He was cut off when a kitten’s kneading got a little too much. He glared at the offending cat in question.

“Oh, did President Theodore Roosevelt get you? He had the sharpest claws.” You asked  craning your neck to look at him.

“President… what?” He asked.

“That’s his name.” You stated matter-of-factly.

“I… You’re so fucking weird.” He groaned taking his hand and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“H-Hey! Like you could name them better!” You said jabbing him in the side. “I still haven’t named two of them. Why don’t you do the honors?”

“Fine, then it’ll be King of Explosions and… Murder.” He said. You choked on your spit.

“Katsuki we can’t name him Murder! What if he gets lost we can’t just run around yelling ‘Murder!’ Someone would call the cops!” You shrieked.

“Oi, you fucking said I could name them!” He protested.

“Okay you can but…” You hid your face in your hands. “Please something, anything other than Murder.”

“Arson.”

“NO.”

[alabastertouch]

Can I Purr-ease Have Your Number?

Genre: Fluff as well. I’m made of fluff.

Characters: Im Jaebum x Reader; Nora, Kunta, and Odd (Jaebum’s cats), Kim Yugyeom, and Bambam.

Warning/s: None. 

Summary: When Jaebum began looking for his missing cat, he didn’t expect to find something more. 

A/N: I rarely get requests, so I tried my best in this one! I hope you like this! I’m sorry if it’s not as long as you hoped. :(

“Guys, I’m taking the cats out!” Jaebum announces suddenly during a sunny Sunday, and the maknaes, while busy trying to beat each other’s as in Call of Duty, wave the leader’s words off. Jaebum pulls the leashes of Nora, Kunta, and Odd, and the three felines follow obediently.

He wears his face mask to conceal himself to the public, just in case some people mob him, and he worries about the comfort of his pets. Even though the pets of the group must have its own established fandom, it is better to make sure.

Jaebum walks around the street of Cheongdam-dong, and he basks in the fresh spring breeze. It has been a while since he had the time to wander around and walk his cats around. He missed Nora, that’s no secret, and with the addition of Kunta and Odd, he finds his free days more appealing than before.

“It’s a nice day, right, kids?” He keeps his habit of talking to his cats as he lets them lead the way to wherever they want to head.

Until he realizes that a certain white-furred kitten is missing from his leash that has turned loose.

“Odd?” He nervously checks, but only the black-furred Kunta and short-trimmed Nora are walking leisurely right in front of him. “Odd!”

He looks around in haste, seeing if Odd has gone far, but to no avail. He runs, practically pulling his two cats along, that he had to bring them in his arms and carry them as he finds for the missing cat.

In the middle of Seoul during what is supposed to be a carefree Sunday, Im Jaebum is baffled to find Odd absolutely nowhere near the vicinity.

“Y/N, you have to bring this to Mr. Chung’s company within fifteen minutes or you will get fired,” Mr. Kang’s monotonous warning gets into your head, and you feel your palms getting sweaty from the anxiety settling in you.

You almost want to hurl.

“I’m on it, sir!” You hurry, carrying the stack of expanded envelopes in your short arms and running with four-inch stilettos on. You know your feet will get awful cramps once the day is over, but you can’t just give your job up for the comfort of your body.

So, you hurry to your car, hoping it will start smoothly today. These days, it had begun to collapse, and even after changing the batteries and taking it to the mechanic, it is to no avail. You just pray for it to roar to life today of all days.

Fortunately, it does.

You quickly release the hand brake and shift the gear to drive, doing your best to hurry to Chung Industries on Mapo-gu. It is not that far, but the traffic might get in the way of your trip.

“Watch out, there’s a cat!” 

Or a feline pushing you to take a stop in the middle of the avenue.

You pick the purring kitten up, wondering how it got in the middle of the road. Judging from the way it has a leash, it obviously escaped, and the owner must probably be sick worried looking for it. But now, you have some documents to pass, and if you try to look for the cat’s master, you would have to say goodbye to your position as an executive assistant.

“Look, kitty, I’ll look for your owner later. Right now, I have to save my ass.” You apologize to the cat as you put him on the back seat, though you know he might not understand you. Luckily, he is behaving well, and you encounter no problem as you park your car in front of the grey building.

Thinking it is too cruel to leave him behind, you scoop the kitten in one of your arms, with the other carrying the important files, and head inside the office building.

“Ah, sir, I have to pass some papers to Mr. Chung,” you tell the lady guard. “But can you take care of the cat for a while?”

“I’m sorry, miss, but we don’t do that here.” The guard stubbornly says, with her eyebrow even raised up. Challenging her, you lean to her table, despite having no time to spare.

“Do you want me to bring him upstairs, then?” You mutter lowly. “Your boss will be furious to find out about it.”

Reevaluating her decisions, she sighed over-dramatically.

“You have five minutes or this cat will be out on the street,” and you are not that heartless, so you run all the way to the elevator, wishing for it to rev upwards. You impatiently get out, hiking the emergency stairs in order to get to the highest floor.

Exhaling, you knock on the door of Mr. Chung’s room, and his secretary lets you in with a surprised look on her face.

“Here are the files Mr. Chung needs for the magazine and catalogue project,” you explain as you hold your kneecaps, trying to catch your breath as you just finished a marathon.

“Thank you, Miss Y/N. You can leave now. Mr. Chung will surely get this.”

You finally feel relieved, because your job is completely safe despite many threats from Mr. Kang about your termination. He has always been eyeing to remove you from your job, as his daughter, Yeonah, wants the position as well. So far, though, he can’t find a leverage to fully excavate you from the company.

“He pooped,” the guard flatly complains. “I had to clean it.”

“I’m sorry about that,” you sheepishly say. “Anyway, thank you for keeping him company for a while. I’ll be leaving.”

Once you reach to your car, you take a good look at the small cat on the passenger’s seat. You pet its white fur, untangling its frizzy texture. It then leans to your hand, eyes fluttering and drooping close as he finally falls asleep.

“Aigoo, how do I even begin to look for your owner?”

You’re not sure about it as well, but you sacrifice your hour-long lunch break for the safety of the cute pet beside you.

“Look, sir, we don’t look for lost cats here, okay?” The police officer explains for what seems to be the umpteenth time to Jaebum. Yugyeom and Bambam, now with cats in their hold, have arrived to console him from unleashing his anger to the police officer who refuses to pay attention to his complaint.

“My cat might be dying out there!” Jaebum is not that much emotional, but his voice wavers as he thinks of Odd, probably somewhere alone and shivering. He had been gone for approximately an hour now, and being the hyper kitten he is, he must have gotten quite far.

“Sir, with all due respect, this is not the place to look for your lost pet,” the officer sighs, frustrated after all the round of polite explanations. “You can look for him in the local pound or post some fliers in case people find him. Right now, we can’t be looking for lost pets. There are people dying out there unjustly.”

Jaebum understands the statement, and he is pulled by the two maknaes to leave the police station.

“I’m sorry, sir? Mr. Officer?” A girl voices out suddenly, fatigue dripping from her voice. “I don’t know where else to go find for this person, but I found a white cat almost an hour ago.”

Jaebum turns around and finds you, and he views you all of a sudden as someone with a halo hovering your head and light shining beneath you, with a white cat sleeping in your arms.

“Odd!” He exclaims as he quickly grabs the kitten from you, effectively waking you up. “I’m so glad you’re okay!”

“Oh, there you go,” the officer motions to the slightly emotional reunion. “And this is not the place to report about lost pets, okay? Now if you may all leave, we have crimes to investigate.”

You didn’t honestly expect Im Jaebum to be the owner of the little feline you have found, but now, you’re incredibly feeling lucky that you decided to not use your one-hour break uselessly.

Now, Jaebum is in front of you, treating you to a nice meal on the barbecue place near your company’s building with the absence of his reunited cats, who have been brought back to the dorm by Yugyeom and Bambam. He hasn’t stopped thanking you yet and is adamant in doing everything to show his gratefulness.

And he cannot stop smiling, either. It’s one of those gummy grins he is famous for.

“Jaebum, really, it’s okay,” you convince him to stop, but he does not.

“Give me your number,” Jaebum suddenly says, and you assume that it is once again because he wants to pay you back for returning Odd to him.

“Jaebum, I already told you that it’s fine. I’d do the same if it were a hamster.” You promise him, but he shakes his head.

“No, I just want your number,” Jaebum presses.

“What? What for?”

“To know you better,” Jaebum’s confession makes your voice hitch. “Without the conversation about my pets being brought in all the time. I seriously want to know you better, Y/N-ssi.”

And who are you to deny him that?

“Can I purr-ease have your number?” He tries to activate his hidden affectionate voice, but you only cringe at it in disgust.

“I won’t give it to you if you say another awful pun.”

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Rokuhoudou 1 - 12 (REWATCH) | Fruits Basket 25 (FINAL) | Demon Slayer 25 - 26 (FINAL) | Mob Psycho 100 II OVA | Cop Craft 11 - 12 (FINAL) | Dr Stone 11 | Ahiru no Sora 1 | Shinchou Yuusha 1

New anime of the season, here we go!

Rokuhoudou 1 (REWATCH)

I’m doing a new project where I rewatch some of my favourites to test their integrity in that regard. Here’s the first show - Rokuhoudou. So what I remember about Rokuhoudou is that it’s very simple – the guys make food and help people, occasionally there’s cats – and that was enough to help me through a mental rough patch I was going through at the original time of airing.

Being sick and watching with a cinnamon roll really brings home the idea of Rokuhoudou as “comfort food for the eyes”…No, it’s not what you think. I’m eating a cinnamon roll.

I always assumed the title was translated to “Four-Coloured Daily Life at Rokuhoudou”, because that would be the best translation if the title was fully in kanji. It’s not though, so the hiragana-rendered parts could mean anything.

Rokuhoudou almost gives you this sensation of being spirited away by good food (and Good Boys).

Sui sometimes reminds me of Kunikida (BSD)…must be the glasses.

Gure’s such a tease, LOL.

Tokitaka’s so refined, yet also has the heart and patience to help old people, plant things and make pottery. I love him~!

“You don’t need to show appreciation with bodily functions!”

I only just noticed it…but Gure has a nice eye colour.

Oh…I just realised this since I now know Tokitaka grows the veg and herbs out back, but Tokitaka must’ve grown them.

Hmm…I was wondering why you’d need a spoon for chazuke, but then I realised it’s because of the soup…D’oh.

I wonder if Tokitaka also made the chopstick holders…

Update: The ikura reminds me of Hinamatsuri…

Rokuhoudou 2 (REWATCH)

(Sorry, I had a note, but I didn’t write it down fast enough so I don’t have any for this ep…)

Rokuhoudou 3 (REWATCH)

Tokitaka has a flower in his hair (during the pottery wheel scene)…cute~!

Rokuhoudou 4 (REWATCH)

“You need to chill out.” – More like “you need to calm down”, amirite??? (LOL)

Look at how badass my bois are!

Now that I’ve been seriously working on my customer service skills, I sort of get the ethic behind the Rokuhoudou workers in general.

Rokuhoudou 5 (REWATCH)

Oyaji ga Susumeru Café Iko! – “The Old Guy Recommends Cafes to Go To!”, literally speaking. However, it’s quite slang and seems to be hinting at the positive connotations of an oyaji (fondness, the sort you’d have for your dad), so I approve of the chosen translation “Daddy-o’s Café Go!”.

Oh yeah…this is the weird delusion from Isago, isn’t it? I still rmembr writing a blog post about it!

Why does Tokitaka look so evil in this one scene (where he’s helping Tsubaki), anyway?

Rokuhoudou 6 (REWATCH)

(no notes, sorry!)

Rokuhoudou 7 (REWATCH)

(no notes, sorry!)

Rokuhoudou 8 (REWATCH)

I love how Gure gets all fired up just to pedal a duck boat.

Is it just me, or does young!Gure look like he was designed by Rihito Takarai (creator of Ten Count)…?

I can’t believe this…my stomach grumbled in the middle of an espresso episode…

“Who else could it be for?” – The dog?...I’m kidding, man…don’t get so angry at me, dog lovers.

I think this might be the 2nd time I thought the kid was called “you” (2nd person pronoun), but his nam is “You” (given name).

Oh! I don’t think I noticed this special ED the first time around.

Update: Gure is a happy drunk, LOL. Also, Gure is half-Italian, with his father being Japanese. (see ep. 1 of original watch-through for corresponding notes)

Rokuhoudou 9 (REWATCH)

Is the land of love France or Italy…?

Shinchosha is real…in fact, they’re the ones who publish Rokuhoudou’s manga!

Oh, seriously, I ship it now! Isago x Hayashi, that is…and Sui x kittens.

Update: Somehow I only just ralised it…but the titular “Mont Blanc Boy” is Tsunozaki, even though technically the only boys we see in this episode are young! Kyousui and Yakyou.

Rokuhoudou 10 (REWATCH)

The Napolitan episode…this is where Astral’s post comes from.

I get the feeling this segment’s title is a shoutout to “You Don’t Know Gunma Yet”, which is in…Kurage Bunch, also by Shinchosha, if I’m remembering correctly.

Gure and Tsubaki are like children sometimes, I swear…

Kuromitsu = brown sugar. (It means “black sweetness”, literally translating and it used to confuse me so much that I want to mention it here.)

VAINO computer, eh?

Tokyo NX, LOL. (Parody of Tokyo MX, which has a lot of anime.)

Short-haired Tokitaka!

I think Koto(ko…?)’s words, in particular, were one of the best monologues in this series when it comes to relaxing by realising I wasn’t alone in my doubts of the world. “Can I make it to my dreams?” I was asking the first time I saw this and even though I haven’t achieved the dreams of past me, I just had to adjust my expectations, make some new dreams and keep on going.

Rokuhoudou 11 (REWATCH)

Good heck, Gendo-I mean, Kyousui. (re: finger tenting)

Also, there is one univeral truth about this show: don’t watch it on an empty stomach…I had to go get some food a few eps. back in this rewatch because my stomach grumbled…

When I thought of “something rich”, I thought of a pudding too. Maybe my memory is better than I thought, huh?

I thought there was something dirty on my screen…turns out it was just Gure’s beauty spot.

Rokuhoudou 12 (FINAL, REWATCH)

“I’ll wake you up, then.”

I learnt this from the manga, but Itou is the old tea vendor.

Gin-chan reminds me of the inventor Logicalist from Hina Logi.

Karamimochi. By the way, from earlier in the ep…ankoro mochi.

Neneko was meant to be into kimonos, wasn’t she…?

Nion (sic) camera, LOL.

Okay, that’s the end of my first rewatch. It’s a keeper!

Fruits Basket 25 (FINAL)

Shihan = shisho = instructor.

Notice the Jizo, protector of children.

“…didn’t have to block…”

LOL, Tohru’s shocked face going from Kyo to Yuki.

Ooh, Makoto Takei and Machi Kuragi…

Isuzu!!!

Okay, that’s the end of that. See you next time!

Demon Slayer 25

So the other butterfly mansion girls (aside from Aoi, Shinobu and Kanao) are called Naho, Kiyo and Sumi, huh?

Tanjiro is seemingly a freakin’ masochist right now to those girls…

Ooh, there’s a butterfly in a chrysalis on the title card!

It seems, based on the kanji for Tsuguko, the word literally means “inheritor”, “successor” or “one who makes [another person’s role flourish by being in it]”…Like a Legacy Character from TV Tropes. Also, “Tsuyuri” literally means “chestnut flowers fall”, if I understand the characters right.

Kanao does the Naruto run. She wants to see them aliens too!

“Putting in effort isn’t my thing.” – Now there’s a sentence after my own heart!

Why does Kanao not talk???

Kanao’s coin says “front” and “back” instad of heads and tails.

Hmm, hmm…very heterosexual reading of Kanao here. It almost makes me lose hope in the “gay Shinobu” department (not that I’m angry about that).

This guy with the hat…I swear he looks like a jellyfish…

Why do all the swordsmiths wear that mask???

There’s one thing I realised this episode…anime humour means I expect exaggerated reactions to a lot of things, such as Inosuke chipping his swords like that.

I remember being a bit annoying about the interchangeability between the translation of honoo as “fire” and “flame” when I was a Boueibu rookie...*sighs happily* good times.

Okayyyyyy…Tanjiro’s gone cuckoo…

Nezuko, Inosuke and Zenitsu, huh? There’s a combo I’ve never seen!

Mob Psycho 100 OVA

Isekai hot springs, LOL.

I think I can see Saitama’s bald head, LOL.

I think there might be CGI on this hot springs establishment…

This is Reigen, king of bulls*%$, everyone!

Nanbanzuke.

“[P]air of plumbers”, eh…?

Ooh, 8-bit graphics! Remember season 2’s early scenes? That 8-bit one was good.

Dude, Reigen…just leave the train already…then you’ll get out.

LOL, “Mobpis”...Mobpis 100, maybe?

Strangely, Teru looks vaguely hot in one frame of one scene where he has his eyes closed.

Why do I get the feeling the capybaras on TV will be relevant later…?

Now, this parallel world brings a new meaning to “Infinity Train”!

Nice callback to the opening words of s1 and 2.

…and randomly, Dimple can be seen in the red waves.

It seems Dimple likes sprouting legs these days.

Cop Craft 11

Tourte’s career…almost sounds like Trump’s…

“No one treats me like an alien.”

Don’t bring a sword to a gun fight, Tilarna…

The name “transitional crises” is perfect for this episode…geesh. Just like episode 1, there’s a cliffhanger.

Dr Stone 11

Notice the focus on E=mc2 when Senku talks about passing on knowledge.

Ahh, science…the cliché says it’s for loners, but truth be told, science works in tag teams just like anything else. (Yes, even IT, if you look at it a certain way – such as how creating your code builds upon the people who built that code and the people who made the programs you code in.

Why do all the villagers have platform shoes anyway???

Demon Slayer 26 (FINAL)

Is that woman (not the Biwa player, the other one)…Muzan?! Update: Yes.

Genya…he got so tall in 2 years(ish)…poor Tanjiro. He’s fated to kill Kibutsuji, but he’s also fated to be short.

Does every girl in this series have to fall in love with Tanjiro?!?! (or be implied to be shippable with him, even Nezuko???) I obviously don’t like that kind of direction, as you can see.

Ah, Kanao speaks…for once.

I guess Nezuko has a really loud heart voice, to contrast Kanao’s tiny heart voice, so to speak.

How does Inosuke eat anything through the boar head if he’s taking it off all the time now to do things with his mouth???

Darn that ninja Giyu, leaving as soon as he feels sentimental. (LOL)

*starts yelling at top of lungs* MU-GEN TRAIN! (roughly to the tune of TM Network’s Love Train, which I heard about a few months before this)

I just realised Tanjiro’s probably never seen a train, considering the only transport he’s ever known is maybe a carriage/cart…or maybe just his legs.

As Zenitsu’s struggling to keep up with the train, I almost expect the Harry Potter theme to play and a flying car to appear in the distance…okay, I’m kidding about the car, but I did wish for a second the Harry Potter song would play. Nur-nurr-nur-nurrrrrr-nur-nurrrrrr-nurr…(or something)

Cop Craft 12 (FINAL)

“…taking the lead in the mayoral lead.” – That sounds redundant.

Hey! It’s that one Demon Slayer joke again! (i.e. Kei used his head.)

Dead Randall: too much for TV.

I still can’t believe they properly managed to incorporate the porn case into the finale…

I watched Hellsing today and all this “Sir Matoba” this and “Sir Matoba” that made me wonder…why is Integra a “Sir” as well…?

Zelada does look like Alucard in some senses…hmm.

I think the large bruise over Kei’s eye disappeared in one of the scenes…Now it’s just under his eye.

Wait, Tilarna has a sibling??? Wuh???

I like how they transitioned into the OP, but man…talk about a fast ending. That’s a Hellsing kinda ending fo’ sure. Oh well, see you next time.

Ahiru no Sora 1

New season, new faces, new series. Let’s get into it.

Man, this sparrow freaks me out…

Lyrics from the outset. This must be something special to warrant such a thing.

I always thought Kuzuryuu (“nine-headed dragon”, literally translating) was a cool surname to have! Or just a place name, in this case.

LOL, his name is Momohara (peach field).

The arcade machine says “fist” in the back.

Uh-oh…nothing ever goes right when a boy tries peeping into the girl’s locker room…

*sigh* The male gaze…geesh.

“What are you doing?!” (Nani yatterun da?!) doesn’t translate to “This isn’t the circus!”.

Oh right…Momo = 100, chi = 1000, haru = spring, aki = autumn.

Hey, Chiaki actually got Sora’s name right for once…

Basically everything I know about basketball is from Kuroko no Basuke, so…uh…Sora’s reminding me of Kuroko right now.

Shinchou Yuusha 1

I just call this “TUEEE” instead…don’t mind me. Obviously, my target here is Ume…y’know that, right?

Most of these gods and goddesses look suckish, but I wouldn’t mind an anime about the one with the long hair and Monkey King headband.

Ristarte’s already a bundle of fun…although her leg jiggling’s a bit annoying…

(mocking) There must be a downside to this, right, Listarte…?

Can we not with boob storage??? I bet no matter how big a woman’s knockers are, you can’t store anything between ‘em in real life! (I think we’d need an anime Mythbusters for something like that…make it happen, someone!)

YesyesyesyesYES! OOH, Ristarte, you sure know how to pick ‘em! The fact he’s over 180 cm in height is…well, it’s bad for trying to kiss him, but otherwise it’s just a cherry on the cake of smokin’ HOT!

“[F]ish story”??? You mean “fishy”, right? (Oh well, seems like synonyms work too…)

I…don’t quite get this song…but I think I saw a hot guy (might’ve been a woman, but I’d like it to be a man since there are already so many women in the OP as is) about halfway through the OP. It’s a real 2 for 1 bargain here, people. Update: Argh…that’s a woman after all…

Argh! *is suddenly sabotaged by one Ariadoa* If you’ve read the Spellbook, you’ll know one of my aliases is “Aria Noyed”. It just happens to be the same as an anime and manga already, but now I have it ruining my fun here too…

LOL, did you hear that “ba-bing!” acquistion sound when Rista produced the money?

To be honest, I think regular Seiya (with the purple-highlighted armour as you see here) looks pretty hot anyway (plus Ume’s voice, which I came for), so I think I have a lock-in for the season right here.

The sakuga in this show is way too good (according to all the cubes of soil I keep seeing)!

This ED is a pretty cool bop, yo.

[delusionaliisms]

that meme :)

♛ fill in the blanks | fluff otp edition accepting.  //  xander  &  bailey.

Q01. who’s more likely to find who wearing their clothes?

well obviously bailey is more often found wearing xander’s clothes bc xander is a fucking giant and would never fit into bailey’s clothes tbh.

Q02. who enunciates hand holding?

i think that they both do? like at least for xander, it’s an instinct to reach out for bailey’s hand when they’re out in public together (or alternatively, xander likes to have his hand on the small of her back too, kind of like leading her that way ya know)

Q03. who likes having their hair washed by who?

they both love having their hairs washed by one another !! and i feel like whenever they’re showering together, they do just that and it’s lowkey funny bc xander has to crouch down so that she’ll reach up to his hair LMAO

Q04. who likes to slow dance?

i’m gonna say bailey bc xander is this ~big bad super tough mob boss~ who absolutely does not like slow dancing but does it for his boo anyway.

Q05. muse who’s more likely to fall asleep with their head in the others lap?

i feel like they both do that bc honestly who doesn’t?? i think that if one of them has had a rough day, they just come and lay their head on the other one’s lap and then the other one just starts stroking their hair and they just end up falling asleep like that tbh.

Q06. muse that does all the cuddling in a blanket fort?

probably bailey or both? she’s much smaller than him so i feel like she’d have more room to wiggle around and about and switch positions, whereas xander can barely move in the blanket fort without it coming crashing down atop of them lmao

Q07. who hogs most of the covers at night?

bailey !!! i feel like she does this all the time (tho don’t quote me on that) and it just drives xander nuts but bc he’s completely and utterly whipped for her, he just lets her hog them but he always tries to wiggle in underneath the covers with her ://

Q08. muse who nuzzles into the others shoulder to get them to give them a head rub?

probably xander tbh when he’s feeling real needy and wants some lovin’ and affection. either he just nuzzles his head into her shoulder or he just straight up grabs her hand and brings it to his head / hair lmao.

Q09. how do they share a desert? two forks or one?

i think it varies but the outcome is always the same. two forks or one, xander always lets bailey have most of the dessert and he’s just sat there giving her the heart eyes tbh. and like if they have just one fork, he’s probably feeding her too just to go that extra mile and be a little more ~romantic~ (or annoying bc i can also see him feeding her but purposely messing up and getting it all over her face tbh)

Q10. who gets jealous more easily?

ok well i don’t know how jealous bailey is or how easily she gets jealous but i feel like this one goes out to xander tbh. he’s thE MOST jealous and the most possessive person ever like it’s beyond ridiculous how easily he gets jealous. especially when it’s for nothing tbh

Q11. who gets angered more easily?

again, xander. this boy has some serious anger issues that he needs to work on bc he gets angered sooo easily it’s ridiculous. it’s super easy to push his buttons & honestly when he explodes (like really, really explodes when he’s hella fucking angry), the hell is loose tbh

Q12. how do they go to sleep at night?:

probably half naked and cuddling tbh. they probably fall asleep every night all cuddled and tangled up in each other or if not completely wrapped up around each other, they’re at least touching somehow because xander needs to be touching her to know she’s still there. like he’d have his arm thrown over her middle or he’d just have like his hand touching her back or just rly simple little things like that?

Q13. who gets the most shoulder rubs?

xander i think?? idk i just feel like she’d try and give him some shoulder rubs after a hard / rough day at work bc idk it’s a cUTE THOUGHT TO HAVE OKAY

Q14. what are there arguments/fights like? how often do they fight?

they probably don’t fight or argue that often? but when they do, the arguments are probably really silly and kind of lighthearted about what are they going to eat for dinner / who chooses the movie / about her hogging the blankets etc. but when they fight, it’s more often than not about xander’s line of work i think?

Q15. who is more likely to throw things in fights?

xander for sure :// he doesn’t need to be even that angry to like throw a glass at a wall or anything that’s within his grasp. but he’d never ever aim at her because even though he’s aggressive / impulsive / hotheaded and problematic af, he’s not That Guy™

Q16. how do they make it up to each other/apologize after an argument?

he buys her something as an apology tbh. his dad did that to his mum when he was young and i think that kind of just?? got stuck with him like buy her a flower bouquet and a lil somethin’ somethin’ or some pretty lingerie or jewelry and you’re Good To Go ! but then he always pairs that up with a proper apology tbh.

Q17. do they have nicknames for each other?

xander has like a hundred nicknames for her tbh. kitten and angel are his favorites but then there are others like sweetheart, honey, princess, darling etc  &  on the other hand, she calls him daddy or like.. xan?? idk what other nicknames she has for him lmao

Q18. caring for each other while ill, how does the other muse go about it?

xander turns into this …. complete mama bear when she’s sick ok.. like he’s the type to stay home from ~work~ and just cuddle her, make her some soup and just generally make sure she has everything she needs / wants bc he’s completely wrapped around her fingers tbh.

Q19. who’s more likely to be patching the others wound?

bailey’s always patching xander up tbh. he gets hurt a lot in his line of work and even though he’s always super dismissive about his wounds / cuts / bruises and shit, he appreciates her trying to clean and patch him up? it’s just very sweet.

Q20. muse that says ‘i told you so’, after they come home from the beach and other muse is burnt to a crisp while whining how bad it hurts for not listening and putting on sunblock after the other muse repeatedly told them they’d get burnt?

iiii dont really know?? because xander doesn’t burn very easily, he just tans but idk about bailey so?? I DONT KNOW??? help??

Q21. your otp has a newborn baby, who gets up in the middle of the night when he/she cries?

what a concept…… xander and bailey with a newborn baby…. ok ok but uhhh i think xander would be the one to get up in the middle of the night because he doesn’t really sleep much anyway, being an insomniac and all, so he probably gets up and lets bailey sleep tbh.

Q22. your muse’s of the otp reaction to finding the others crying about something? and how do they make them feel better?

he’d get sO worried and he’s be all !!!! ready to fight someone who’d made his lil kitten cry. and he’d do everything he could to make her feel better? like cuddling her, drying her tears and just comforting her in general?? he’d go into a protective mode real fast tbh.

Q23. what would they be like as parents?

bailey seems like she’d be the soft parent?? whereas xander would be the overprotective one like he’s the type who’s ready to fight anyone who even ?? LOOKS WRONG at his kid. but he’s the silly, fun dad who’s always cracking jokes but then he’s also very protective and caring even tho he’s shit at showing how much he CARES.

Q24. what would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?

probably really sweet and soft and sO CUTE??? bc she would’ve been tHE EXACT KIND OF PERSON AND VIBE he’d have needed back when he was a teenager like he rly could’ve used someone as bright and lovely as bailey in his life.

Q25. who enunciates taking a bath together?

that kind of depends on the situation so i think they both do?

Q26. who likes who playing with their hair?

BOTH !!!! they’re both suckers for the other playing with their hair. xander especially loves it?? he’s a real softie for having her play with his hair / stroke it / braid it and just?? touch it??

Q27. the place they mostly likely accidentally fall asleep together?

imma assume this has to be something other than the obvious bed, so i’m just gonna go with… the couch?? lmao that’s so lame but like?? fr tho