#mini fanfic scene

[medlabmech]

I made a thing, yayayyyyy!!!!

So, a while ago, I saw that the creators of the Whinnie the Pooh slasher wanna make a Pinocchio horror too. Annoyed with the constant influx of shitty shock value horror, I wanted to write our dear P beat this thing up.

And my writer's block took that personally.

BUT

Now... I cooked!!!!

Hope you like it! Tell me if you'd like to read more! (I got continuation plans for this fight scene)

Tags: P vs original creature, violence, silent protagonist, action, horror elements, slight body horror

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“I suppose this is the place” chirped Gemini with uncertainty. P held his gaze at the rotten carcass of a manor at the top of a winding hill path. The light from the Monad lamp being of little solace.

It wasn't long since P’s lazy night was interrupted by a survivor. A woman, screaming hysterically of a hellish puppet of wood in the old Monad manor. A place so forgotten, even by those who built it, that it now looked completely foreign to Krat.

P half expected the woman to be exaggerating, something that was sadly taken out of the question with the unmistakable iron scent of blood hitting his nostrils as soon as he stepped into the house’s domain. Feelings have been more intense ever since his fully realised humanity…without that being always a good thing.

P gripped his weapon in hand -the two dragons sword, to ensure ease in combat in case thing went claustrophobic in there- and started pacing deeper into the maw of darkness.

“Eugh! I’m…I’m sensing something!” Gemini protested “It’s…it’s like Ergo but…ugh..foul…like…something that shouldn’t exist..” P almost sushed him in anger, before feeling it as well. Something in his heart…like a foul stream of poison mixing up with his Ergo…Something is definitely here…

a muffled sound of a thud was all that was heard, but it was enough to make P rush to it’s source like a hound. There in a horrible parody of a workshop, he found it. The crude wooden puppet of a boy, swinging a tool up and down with stilted movements. The tool’s target was a mass of flesh in the vague shape of a face, each thud a squelch that sent prickles of disgust up P’s skin. The woman was right. This really was the mischievous puppet…Carlo’s favourite tale…

The thing twitched and imitated turing around. Despite the boyish frame, the face of the creature was more fitting to a Carcass. Razor sharp teeth affixed to a permanent grin, a crooked, dark branch for a nose, and strangely organic, bloodshot eyes.

“H-H-Hiii-iii” it huffed. “I’m lo-oo-nelyyy…I wa-aa-nt…friends to br-br-aaaaaake…t-t-toooys to k-k-k-k-k-KILL!” it mumbled and rushed P, tool raised. The Puppet of Geppetto simply huffed, and spun his sword into a defensive stance, the creature hitting him exactly as he guarded, shooting it back and allowing P a diagonal slice on his opponent’s chest.

The puppet screeched in pain and stumbled back, exposing a pulsating, reddish webbed material through a cut on its torso. “I-i-iiii just want FRIE-EE-EENDS!” It shouted and it’s nose seemed to be getting longer and more crooked. P switched to a crafted weapon, a massive saw crafted onto a glaive handle that offered rocked boosted strikes. Insulted with this thing’s mere existence, he wound the weapon back, feeling the booster of the handle heat up. He was determined to end this here and now.

With just a blink, the puppet was infront of him, screeching and flailing wildly, P barely managing to raise his weapon to guard. The monster’s attacks were relentless, forcing him on the defensive, unable to find the timing to swing his slower, but more powerful attack.

The puppet’s next lunge had it cling to the the massive blade, its teeth grinding together in rabid frenzy as it shouted “We knew you would come….we were expecting you, f-f-f-friiiiiend…” it spat the words at P, alongside a tar like goo. The puppet made the mistake of trading its edge in combat with horror. With it finally being still, P struck the back of his metal hand across its face, knocking a few teeth out and making it stumble towards the edge of the saw. P wasted no time in firing up the booster glaive, spinning around with the monster still lodged on the saw’s teeth. With a mighty shout, and the aid of the booster and his puppet strength, he performed a spin of red light, faster than a blink, cleaving the mischievous puppet in half.

The creature stumbled back in panic, dark, pulsing viscera spilling from its stump. “Th-Th-Th-Theeee-Theeere are n-n-n-n-oooo striiiiiiii-iiings on m-m-mmeeee…” It mumbled as the viscera became more rigid, more akin to thin spider legs… “B-B-B-Buuuuuuuuuuuut-t-t-t, there will be-be-be on…y-y-yoooooouuuurrrr-” the wooden body was more like a suggestion at this point, looking more like crudely put together exoskeleton, the creature’s maw cracking-”COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRPSEEEEEEEE” it screamed and lunged at P. He barely managed to switch to the two dragons sword and guard by raising his metal arm. The monster bit into the arm, denting the metal and causing P to sharply exhale in pain.

Gritting his teeth in rage, he rammed the sword through the monster’s jaw joints, and pulled down, completely uhinging the mandible and freeing his arm. The creature simply yanked the now useless jaw off its face with an annoyed grunt, like one would toss a cigarette on the ground. It roared, and thin, tendon-like strings shot from its forearms to grab an assortment of nasty tools from behind it. Cackling with malice, it wildly swung its arms around, unleashing a flurry of unpredictable strikes at P.

Some he deflected with graceful swings of the sword, others nicked and whipped him and for some more he had to feel the dull pain of when they struck his blade. P’s breathing became slightly laborious, hoping the monster gives him a chance to dodge away and pop a pulse cell. The chance he actually got however was much, much better. The creature wound back its arms and shot both strings forward, aiming for the sword and successfully wrapping around the blade. P gasped, and as soon as he felt his opponent tug, he tugged harder, spinning around and stabbing the sword deep in the floor. With the strings immobilised, he pulled out the grisly, gargantuan live puppet axe and dropped it in front of him, its sheer weight cutting of the fleshy threads. Throwing his arm back to switch to his own puppet string, he used the axe’s handle as a pole to spin forward and shoot the string at the monster. The tip speared through its eye, earning a screech of pain out of it, and the last thought it could possibly have, as P traced himself to it and jumped high to the ceiling, the combined force of gravity and P bringing heavy metal on the mischievous puppet, cleaving the monster vertically in half.

the horrible heart at the center spat out blood, its sinister glow fading as the halves slumped to the floor. The creature was still scary to look at, but now the malicious spark of its life had faded for good.

P held his hand to his heart, the metallic pounding of the P organ calming down with each passing second….the sourness still leaving a foul aftertaste…

“sigh..not to be a jerk….but I don’t think this is over just yet…” Gemini admitted with a heavy heart. P replied with a silent, slow nod of approval. Whatever this is…is merely the tip of the iceberg….

[the-dragon-hearted]

I don't know why, but I need a road trip Genshin fanfic where Wanderer and Collei meet up, talk, bond, and just decide to kill Dottore. Like it's just a casual decision where they're like; yeah, it's time. He's dying today.

I need them to be at a gas station when Tighnari pulls up, and Collei's all scared he's going to try and talk her down the not-so-steep cliff of Doctor-Murder but instead he just gets in the car and is like: "Let's go, I've got to be back for a consultation on Monday."

So they drive to Snezhnaya and meet with the Traveler because the Traveler shows up everywhere and is always down for murder. Then it goes bad and Dottore gets away and they're all standing in front of his burning lab, wanted by the state, just like: "What the fuck are we gonna do now?"

And the traveler goes: "I know a guy."

A phone call and about an hour later Diluc pulls up like: "Time for another Snezhnayian manhunt. Let's go kill this Motherfucker -"

Special scenes include:

Wanderer realizes Diluc is THAT FUCKER who gave him seven pages of paperwork after his lil "murderous rampage" a few years back

Collei is a cinnamon roll until it comes to Dottore.

Tighnari being a tired Dad

Diluc calls Kaeya from a jail cell to bail him out. Kaeya's like: "I can't I'm babysitting Klee." And Diluc just goes; "I know. Bring her." Queue an explosive jailbreak

Traveler just being happy that everyone's on a road trip. Paimon, the cat, keeps trying to eat all the car snacks and Wanderer's had enough!

Wanderer gets a call from Nahida who's worried about him, ends up saying: "Yeah. I'm fine. Love you too, mom." And his persona is RUINED -

Cyno and Sethos see the news report back at Sumeru and start making popcorn.

Our dynamic group does finally corner Dottore, who starts going on his villain monologue... until Tighnari runs him over with the mini-van.

That's it, that's the fic.

[clj-art-blog]

Mini Moon Lord Supreme | Baby boy DFQC

[xhollowfaerie]

silverv drabbles #7

a/n: taking a break from the brain-erosive essay i have to finish to post this sexual tension/angst/"we're arguing like a shriveled up married couple" snippet I wrote a few days ago bc they're my meowmeows and I love when they have sexually charged screaming contests with each other <333

warnings: angst, aggressive arguing, Johnny being our favorite toxic boyfriend (it's a joke pls don't come for me)

V stormed into her Megabuilding H10 apartment, tossing her Second Conflict jacket off with disdain. Johnny’s eyes followed it as it dropped to the floor, rolling his eyes. Ah, shit, here we go again.

“I'm not your little fuckin’ girlfriend, Johnny!”

His mouth gaped, letting out an incredulous huff before his hands settled on his hips. “Who the fuck said you were?” His head shook in disbelief before shifting his weight to the other leg with a sneer. “Even I wouldn't stoop so low to bone some ‘Saka bitch. Still got a moral compass, y’know.”

She was furiously fiddling with a crystal decanter of scotch on the counter, finally managing to pour a sizable amount into a glass and turning to him with a fierce raise of her voice. The alcohol swayed dangerously back and forth as she motioned, a few drops splattering away from their confines and onto the carpet. “FUCK you and FUCK your compass! Matter of fact,” she held her hands up, taking a hearty sip. Exhaled. And glared at him again with renewed fervor, “I'm this close to sticking it so far up your ass you start singing in Japanese when it comes out the other side.”

He couldn't even find a witty retort, simply glaring daggers at her as she stomped in his direction, trying his best to ignore the infuriatingly sexy sound of her heels clacking against the floor and suppress a laugh. Shit, he lo- …maybe liked her humour. A little. Barely.

She aimed a manicured finger at his chest, holding it over his heart like a blade ready to strike. His skin prickled in anticipation right where it almost grazed him. “You're the one getting ridiculously jealous anytime I so much as breathe next to another man!”

He wanted to laugh in her face, but they both widened their eyes at the shared emotion that went through them. Another man. Like Honourable Prince Corpo, Mister “Under Other Circumstances”, her knight in shining armor? Like Mister Goody Two Shoes beat cop who was so disgustingly infatuated with her it made him sick - not to mention - fine, it pissed him the fuck off.

“I can literally feel you seething, you FUCKING GONK!”

“Holy fuck, V - do me a favor and just SHUT the FUCK. UP! Man, can you quit your bitchin' for a single fuckin’ second?”

“Thought you loved it when bitches screamed at you! What, mommy didn't give you enough goodnight kisses?”

“Why, wanna do something about that? Just askin’, seein’ as you insist on wearing that red fucking lipstick that drives me up the wall every damn day! Been thinkin’ it’d look great on my-”

“UGH, Johnny! You're SO disgusting! Stop. Talking.”

“Mind gettin’ your claws off my bicep, then? You're gropin’ me like a starved cougar.”

She let out a noise of disgust and immediately retreated once the realization hit her, whipping her hand as if to flick his germs off of her, crossing her arms in front of her chest. That was… unsettling. Neither of them had realized just how close they had gotten to each other during their yelling contest. Truthfully, she had grown much too used to his presence. She’d also rather go back to Arasaka before confessing that she’d lately begun to even… crave it. V downed the rest of her liquor before slamming the glass back down.

“You’re delusional, and pathetic. Have you maybe considered that not every woman wants to play with your egocentric, easily excitable little weiner?” 

“No, I haven’t, cause every woman and her fuckin’ boyfriend wanna take my magnificent Rottweiler out for a walk. And please, spare me the bullshit. Real big talk, comin’ from the bitch who got all wet when some BD spinner made her a fuckin’ sandwich. I ain’t no Prince Charming, but that was just sad. Tell me you got some semblance of TLC from a single gonk your entire life? There’s gotta be more than what I’ve seen in your past.”

The words were out before he had the time to think them over, immediately wishing he’d swallowed them, watching memories twist her face with heartbreak. He cussed under his breath, trying to reach a hand out when she balled her fists so hard her knuckles turned white. The delay of the pain as her nails sharply dug into her palm only furthered his descent into regret.

“V, I didn’t-” “Yeah, Johnny, there was a single person who showed me true love, and it wasn’t your superficial type bullshit. We weren’t fuckin’, it was never romantic. He was my fucking friend. My brother. Maybe you’d know somethin’ about that if you hadn’t ruined the life all the people who actually considered you one, like that poor fuckin’ bastard Kerry. I feel more and more sorry for him every day.”

He knew he shouldn’t, but he snarled. “Keep him out of it-” “Yeah? Like you keep Jackie outta your fuckin’ mouth? Every chance you get, you shove him, or Goro, or River, or fuckin’ Jenkins, hope that bastard’s rotting in hell, right in my face! Fuck’s sake, I’m not one of your little groupies, you insensitive, selfish asshole! And you know what? Even they had fuckin’ feelings that you trampled all over, just like you’ve done with every single person who ever gave a single shit about you. Just like you did with Rogue and just like you did-” “V, don’t-” “With Alt.”

Johnny acted before his - her - oh, who fuckin’ cares - their? brain, or the Relic, or CPU, or whatever the fuck had time to process it. Overtaken with anger, just like when they first met, he marched up to her and slammed her into the wall behind her by the shoulders, baring his teeth with aggression.

“What is it you want from me, huh? Want me to say I fucked up? Want me to admit I’m just a piece of shit? Think you can boss me around like all the cucks back at ‘Saka? Worse, think I’m your little choom? That we’re close? Let me tell you somethin’, V. You don’t know the first fuckin’ thing about me. The only reason I haven’t taken over your gonk fuckin’ brain is ‘cause I was still hopin’ you’d be useful. Well, turns out, I was wrong.”

She didn’t so much as flinch. Valerie’s expression was blank; the emptiness in her eyes reminded him much more of what she used to be like before she’d met Jackie. Johnny recalled - in the worst moment - feeling glad that they hadn’t met when she was still at ‘Saka, ‘cause that would’ve been a universe where they were guaranteed to kill each-other in cold blood. 

When she spoke, her voice was steady, calculated. Distant. “You done?”

She shoved him off without so much as a glance. Johnny scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets as he paced away. “Yeah. Sure. We’re done.”

Mechanically, V poured another glass of scotch and used it to swallow an omega blocker pill. Johnny’s eyes flickered to her, lowering as he glitched out of her peripheral. She kicked her heels off and slid down the wall, burying her face between her knees, still holding onto her glass. The liquid swayed ever so slightly, her apartment now dead quiet as her body released a series of soundless sobs.

[jamespotterswandonthecouch]

ok but imagine regulus and james meeting for the first time, both alone, in a train at 11pm, and it’s snowing outside. at first they don’t meet, they are sitting in different compartments, they are in the 80s so no phones, imagine the old cozy trains, etc. James gets bored and starts wandering, probably thinking he's alone since all the compartments are empty, when he stumbles into Regulus. He startes chatting with him, even tho Reg seems quite grumbled at the beginning, and James is sooo oblivious to this, he just goes on chatting. Regulus finally shuts him up, telling he wants to go to sleep, when the train comes to a sudden stop. After some time passes, they go to the driver, and find out that there's been some problem and they can't go on. So here they are, at a random train station and it's 1am now. Regulus wants to go on alone at first, wait for the next train there, except the next train ain't coming anytime soon, and it's a really shady area, there are some people looking at them. James notices this and is very, very hesitant to leave this beautiful stranger alone, so decides to stick around and convince Reg to stay together and wait together. They decide to search for nearby hotels, and finally find a quite shady looking place, but oh well, it's so fucking cold so they couldn't care less. They enter, and even tho it's literally 2am the receptionist welcomes them warmly, mistakingly addressing Regulus and "his quite handsome boyfriend" as a couple. Regulus blushes at this, trying to correct her, and being completely ignored by the lady, who turns to take out the register to write their names, while James just turns to Reg with a lopsided grin, saying "did you see that? she called me handsome". They finally get a room, and guess what? There's only one fucking bed. James, not wanting to discomfort regulus, offers to sleep on the floor, even tho it's fucking freezing, but reg feels way to guilty, and hey, he's never been one to say no to sleeping in a bed with a beautiful man (even if said beautiful man is a total stranger) so he tells James that they can sleep on the same bed. They are supposed to fall asleep, but neither of them can, so they start talking about everything and nothing. Regulus starts finally talking a bit about himself, opening up a bit, telling james how he was trying to escape from his abusive family, how his older brother had left a long time ago and he hadn't been able to follow. How he had regretted his decision so much, and was now heading at his brother's house, hoping not to be turned away. James tries to comfort him, and tells his way less tragic side of the story. He had to be out of his town for work, and was now going back in time for Christmas. He'd be spending Christmas with his bestfriends and his family. Suddenly James falls silent, noticing the small distance between them, and hesitantly moves a bit forward. Regulus' eyes fall onto James' lips, and he too moves forward. Their lips meet, sending a jolt down their spine. They start kissing passionately, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door. That's their cue to starts getting ready to catch the next train, so they awkardly get out of bed, without saying a word. They reach the train, and spend the rest of the ride in different compartments. James wants to go to Regulus, ask him more about himself, ask him tomeet again, outside of here, but he's hesitant to do so, because what if Regulus hates him after last night? Regulus on the other side thinks he's messed up, that James didn't like the kiss at all and was now trying to avoid him. When they come to their destination, they get off the train, and James hopes to find a glimpse of Reg, anything, just to ask him a way to meet him again, but is quite dissapointed when he finds noone that resembles him. He waits for a bit, but when the station starts to clear out, he takes is as a cue to leave, wondering if he'd ever meet that beautiful stranger again.

[fabseg-creator]

Chrysabug: Busted!

I've drawn a Chrysabug scene. Ladybug and Chrysalis are trapped in a locker that blocked by rubbles of a building. Cat Noir, Rena Rouge, Vesperia and Ryuko clean the rubbles for rescue both their friend and the villainess. While the heroes opened the locker, Ladybug and Chrysalis had an intimate moment together indoor. The two adversaries are busted.

The story:

Ladybug and Cat Noir have defeated an akumatized supervillain. But after the Lucky Charm has repaired all the damages and Ladybug and Cat Noir were going to go home each other, Chrysalis ambushes Ladybug.

While the two nemesies fought against each other, Cat Noir comes to help his Lady. But Chrysalis knocks out the Catboy.

The Butterfly villainess flees away and Ladybug tracks down her until an abandoned warehouse. The two Miraculous teenage girls made a second round indoor when suddenly the warehouse brutally collapses. A big piece of the roof falls at the place where Chrysalis was and Ladybug ran to the former for save her by tackling her (like in rugby). Meanwhile, the tackling brought the two girls inside of a locker. The warehouse has definitively fallen and the rubbles block the locker's door. Ladybug and Chrysalis are trapped in there together.

Ladybug calls Cat Noir with the yo-yo for indicate him the location. When Cat Noir arrives to the place. He calls by phonecall the other heroes across Paris for help. Rena Rouge is the first to join Cat Noir. Ryuko comes at next moment. And Vesperia too. All of these superheroines were the only ones in service in this moment.

They use their superpowers for remove the rubbles (especially Cat Noir for turn the rubbles into dust with the Cataclysm) and rescue Ladybug. She didn't called anybody since her last message sent to Cat Noir.

After cleaning the damages, they finally have got access to the locker. Now, they must save Ladybug. Meanwhile, when they open the door, they see a unimaginable thing in front of them:

Ladybug and Chrysalis are kissing together in love each other. 😳💋

BUSTED!

The End(?)/To be continued(?).

The reactions:

They are mainly surprised and confused.

Rena Rouge (deceived and disgusted; thinking): Wtf ?! Marinette ! 🤨😒

Vesperia has a blushing panic. 😳🤯

Cat Noir is lost in his own thoughts. He sees her Lady flirting and kissing with their common enemy. 🤨

Ryuko is a bit of astonished. She knows Marinette is Ladybug but: Where is Adrien in this revelation ? 😯🧐

Ladybug and Chrysalis are suddenly ashamed about the Miraculous team who discovered their secret. The two adversaries had their lips still contact each other in same time. Their thoughts:

Ladybug: Fuck !!

Chrysalis: Damn it !

[thefollow-spot]

From sparks: full-tilt

Lancelot/Merlin ● General Audiences ● WC: 500 ● No Warnings // Written for @merlinmicrofic 2024, for the prompt 'Harvest'. A mix of poetry & prose.

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[iced-souls]

Guys, crazy rottmnt thought, but for bishop my guy

I know i see a lot of bishop against the turtles main focus stuff, but perchance what about a bishop and splinter focus, more specifically bishop and Lou jitsu

Cause like, bishop in the other version(s?) had the earth protection force and so we get him and mutants in general, so perchance in Rise they look into hidden city/yokai stuff

AKA, the whole “Lou jitsu disappearing mysteriously with no traces” might be a case they had to work on, so if the whole “capture and sample mutants” thing were to happen to splinter, PERCHANCE. Bishop might go “there’s a whole lotta rat in here but hot damn are you that yoshi guy?”

I’m not sure what mass importance this would do but I’ve been thinkin lemme tell you I’ve been thinking

[chipmunkweirdo]

Teaser art from the next upcoming mini tale! It’s a parody of Weekend At Bernie’s but inspired by the Drake and Josh episode titled Little Diva.

The plot is that Brittany knocks Alvin unconscious by hitting him with his own car. She and Eleanor must find a way to puppet the unconscious Alvin through their next concert without anyone discovering what happened.

It’s laugh out loud fun with a Halloweeny vibe that you don’t wanna miss!

[twilightsparkle-specialheaven]

🕯🕯🕯 🧘‍♀️ 🕯🕯🕯

praying for the Bride of Discord rewrite

[crazyhickofftheirrocker]

⚠️Fic Alert ⚠️

Seeing as a few people were hoping to see a scene of Carla and Betsy together after Mason's stabbing (as was I 😑), here's my interpretation of how that could've gone- with potentially more to come.

It does get heavy with the whole grief process so fair warning.

[kaioken16]

AoNoSummer2023 Day 4 - Stranded 🙃🥲

Something different, a little scripted scene between Mephisto and Amaimon, with latter being accidentally stranded at comic con event by Mephisto who in the high of getting new merch, forgets him until he returns home. 😂😅😂😅

[tsuki-tsuki-koi-koi]

Sugar (Tsukishima/Koito)

dipping my toe into modern au stuff

AO3 LINK

“Do you like them?” 

Obviously, he did. Not that Tsukishima would ever admit it out loud.

“I had them imported. Italian leather is the best.” Koito hummed, clearly proud of himself.

Tsukishima flexed his fingers inside the sturdy driving gloves which had been gifted to him “for no particular reason” according to the young master he looked after. “Thank you, sir.” His voice was flat, not giving away his thoughts on the matter. 

“Mmn~ You’re very welcome, Tsukishima. Now smile, won’t you? My brother says you look so handsome when you smile.” Koito’s voice was haughty as usual, with that exaggerated confidence that made Tsukishima’s jaw clench. 

“I’ll consider it, sir.” 

—

“How about this one then? Do you think it suits me?” 

Tsukishima looked up from the paper with a blank expression, used to dealing with Koito’s outlandish tastes for years at this point. “Hm? Oh, sure, sure.” 

With a scoff, Koito turned and smoothed down the front of his tailored suit as he looked at himself in the reflection of a mirror in the lounge. 

“I think it suits me perfectly.” He hummed, fixing his hair and adjusting his posture to look at his own trim waist. “I’ll need to get you a matching one. There’s no way I could go out in such a chic outfit if you were still in that ratty old suit.” 

The vein on Tsukishima’s temple popped but he kept his comments to himself. “Of course, sir.” He lifted the paper back in front of his face before he got caught staring at Koito’s ass again. 

— 

Those driving gloves had holes in them now, with blood stains on the knuckles. Even so, Tsukishima still kept them in his glove box. They had been a gift after all. 

That suit also had holes in it now, ones that matched the fresh scars along Tsukishima’s ribs. Even if the suit had been replaced, he still kept the pocket square. Koito had once said that its shade of green made Tsukishima’s eyes shine. Seemed a waste to toss it. 

—

“Sir… is all this really necessary?” 

“Of course it is. You deserve it.” 

Tsukishima sighed as plate upon plate was delivered to their table, cabaret girls swarming them with expensive bottles of champagne. He didn’t question what exactly he had done to deserve such a feast, but by now he was used to it. It was his job to keep the young master happy, wasn’t it?

“Go on then! Eat up, Tsukishima!” 

“…yes sir.” 

—

His ears were ringing, blood dripping out of his nose onto his new shirt. He spat more blood out onto the pavement as he pushed himself up. Tsukishima had to push just a little more. That’s all he needed to do. 

Some thugs were not about to get in the way of him and those ridiculously expensive linen sheets he now owned. It would be a waste if a gift like that went even one night unused and cold. 

—

“What about this one? Too revealing?” 

Koito’s voice was smooth now, freed from his young haughtiness and settled into its own kind of class. The voice of money. Tsukishima would always know it as the voice of wealth, and opulence. A voice that was soon followed by the swipe of a card or the exchange of silver briefcases. 

“No, suits you just fine,” Tsukishima answered, relaxing in a gorgeous velvet chaise lounge with his preferred bottle of cheap beer in hand. His shirt was undone, tie fallen somewhere else on the floor where he didn’t care to look for it. “Come- I’ll take a closer look. Just in case.” 

With a pleasant laugh, Koito walked away from his wardrobe and draped his legs over Tsukishima’s lap. “Close enough?” 

Tsukishima hummed, rough fingers following the seam lines of delicate pantyhose up to the edge of a short leather skirt. “Italian leather is the best, after all.” His voice was muffled against Koito’s temple, a lazy smile on his face. “You look amazing.” 

Koito moved a hand up his own blouse, unbuttoning it, another quiet laugh leaving his lips. “I knew you were a man of taste.” 

“I’ve had a good teacher.” 

— 

A stupid mistake. A funeral. A new scar. 

“Your brother would have loved it here.” Tsukishima’s voice was low and steady. So was the hand on Koito’s back. It hadn’t meant to turn out this way, but the Koito family was strong and would bounce back in no time. Even if to the young master, Tsukishima was sure it would hurt for a very long time.

Koito wiped his eyes on the back of his suit sleeve and let out a slow breath. “He would have.” Turning away from the view of the ocean, Koito set his hand on the back of Tsukishima’s neck, right by the bandage there. Koito also sported a bandage across his cheek, and silently, the two of them knew these scars would be permanent reminders of this day. 

“Take me to the cheapest bar you know of.” 

Tsukishima laughed at the sudden request, looking up at Koito in surprise.

“Please, Tsukishima.” 

“Y-Yes sir.” He shook his head in amusement and led Koito to their car. 

—

“Do you like it?” 

“I love all the gifts you’ve ever given me, why would this be any different?” 

“Good.” Koito stretched out his legs with a little yawn, sliding his arms around Tsukishima’s waist as he settled under the sheets. 

Tsukishima kept his eyes open, left arm extended up towards the ceiling while he inspected his hand. He admired the way the morning sun swept over the gold band on his ring finger. The light caught on the square diamond set in the ring’s centre and made it gleam perfectly.

Eventually, Tsukishima rolled back over into Koito’s waiting embrace. They were wrapped in their silk sheets, Tsukishima wearing his designer boxers that matched Koito’s pyjamas. 

Despite everything that brought him here, Tsukishima had nothing to complain about. His life was a gift after all. 

[purpleandstarlight]

You have so many of my drawings saved! lol Are there any that you particularly like? Or certain things you like about them? I'm curious for future panel reference uwu

@hateweasel Thanks for the question!!! I'm sorry it took me a while to answer. I was asleep lol (I just notice I've only slept like an hour??? But I feel so refreshed already?? Tf?)

Anyways, here some of what I like!!

1)The first two i have saved are these Jimbos:

I told you before, but I really love how you draw him. He's really pretty in your style. Scrolling trough the gallery, I've realized various I've saved are because I like how you drew the characters. Weaselverse examples: First one, o!Ciel caught my attention. Second one is Alois again lol.

There's more obviously, an not just Ciel and Alois, but I don't want to spam you too much when unnecessary lol If you do want them all for reference lmk tho! I'll share :)

2)A lot are Cielois. Both bc you draw Cielois p often and bc i LOVE your Cielois takes and especially fluff. Once you had an anonymous ask questioning if you could draw some Cielois cuddling - p sure that was me before I was comfortable enough to contact you out of anonymous lmao. Examples:

...There's also entire comic stripes I saved on the "Hate's drawings I like" for this reason but I won't share them bc that would be a spam again lmao. As you can notice, I'm a bit of a sucker for characters cuddling and stuff lol

[cold-neon-ocean]

Working up the courage to do one of those "send a thing for a fic snippet" ask things but that would mean sharing my LoK writing and idk if I'm brave enough lolol

[cctinsleybaxter]

i never got that hung up on sex stuff in fanfic but i would get super judgemental about who kissed whom first (and apparently still do; making this post bc i saw a mini-fic and thought ‘oh hard disagree’ asdf)