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Ahhhhhhhhh! The TF mecha Deadlock and human Ratchet drawing! I just saw it before sending this. His squishy! But yeeee! Continuing from the last one I wrote. Just pulled ideas from other posts you and others have done in this TF mecha universe. This is fun! :P

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Ratchet's living quarters is much like the hanger where his lab is. An open area with some dividers up to make separate rooms. Scaffolding and catwalks line the wall and stairs are at each corner of the hanger. The interior is smaller when compared to the lab but the ceiling is much taller, allowing Deadlock the ability to sit up right comfortably. It looks like a little maze to Deadlock who can look down from above. Out of the five rooms in this hanger turned living quarters, Deadlock can't see into three of them. Ratchet's berthroom, the kitchen, and washrack all have ceilings to them. Ratchet's office is connected to the sitting area. Being the largest area in the hanger Deadlock has taken over the sitting area to recharge and heal in. Being the Chief Engineer no one has questioned Ratchet for having Deadlock in his hanger because Ratchet always takes work home with him. Also don't question Ratchet.

A click from the main entrance door has Deadlock stir from his recharge. Old instincts and habits have made him a light recharger. He opens one optic, a red glow fills the room. Blinding bright and staticky at first but dims and clears as his visual boots up. He see Ratchet opening the tiny entryway to slip out. He rumbles knowing it is way to early for Ratchet to head back to his lab. Ratchet had maybe, at most, gotten two hours of recharge. Deadlock gives a rumble/grunt again, this time it sounds more like a wheeze as he starts to shift to grab his little squishy who has already opened the door and stepped half way out. He is using the door to make himself unsnatchable not without breaking the thin metal.

Number one rule while in Ratchet's domain: Don't break Ratchet's things, he NEEDS them. The objects Ratchet chuck do not/can not hurt him. The disappointment and tired frustration however does hit something deep in his war worn spark. "Power back down kid. Just leaving for an emergency meeting. When I get back I'll check your intakes and engine. It's rattling and straining hard again." Ratchet says in a deep rougher voice used only when he wakes from recharge. The door click behind the human not giving him time to reply in his drowsy state. He rubs his fresh welded wounds and with a unhappy grunt curls loosely back around what Ratchet calls a lazy-e-boy chair and entertainment center.

ALL DAY! All day Ratchet has been gone. Deadlock should be use to Ratchet's long work days. But Ratchet didn't fuel before he left, he hasn't recharged in a long while. Two hours is not a recharge. Not for him, not for Ratchet. He is worried, it oozes out and around him from his EM Field like a shadowy murky cloak. His audial fins are pinned down and back as far as they can go. Ratchet looks so worn down. Overworked and shoulders heavy with responsibly the Cybertonian knows the bioengineer should not have to bare. The tv is on to use as a distraction but it no more then background noise as his proccesor runs through scenarios of what could be keeping Ratchet this time.

The door lock clicks and Deadlock instantly perks up. His EM Field fizzles away from gloomy to a more warm and bright mood. "Ratch-" He stops immediately when Ratchet comes through the door. Deadlock rakes his claws into the concrete floor and his field starts boiling with the energon in his lines. Ratchet is bruised and bleeding. The humans forehelm and knuckes are covered with fresh and dried blood. His glare intensifies as Ratchet closes the door and slumps against it with a grumble. Ratchet grunts as he takes off his shoes and dirty jacket. Deadlock's helm is filled with static and his spark heavy and spinning way to fast. He can taste energon on his glossa thanks to his fangs. Rage is not what is taking over his sensors and proccesor. Something more like a deeply rooted need, something instinctually feral burns hot in his frame. "WHO'D DARE-" Ratchet holds up a hand and makes a hushing noise, Deadlock snarls engine rattling harder to keep up with his burst of energy and restrained energon lust. His limbs shaking with just as much restraint. The only thing keeping him from ripping the hanger down is Ratchet's hunched form at the entry way. When Ratchet looks up at Deadlock his jaw snaps shut, denta slamming hard against each other with a harsh clank. The fragger looks amused! Tired, frustrated, and hurting but Deadlock knows that look. Those lips are ever so slightly turned up into an amused smirk, "R a t c h e t." Deadlock hisses out passed his denta audial fins pinned back.

"Relax, before you blow a fuse. You should see the other guy. These are just scratches Drift." The fragger chuckles wiping some blood from his lip with his thumb. That does something to Deadlock that he will not acknowledge right now. His spark flutters and pulses harder, EM Field a confusing mix of emotions that Ratchet can't feel, "I had a disagreement with some of the others in command while another sister base visited. I am fine. Been in more then one scrapping in my time." Ratchet hums as he limps into his office, Deadlock claws at the floor again. "I did not party and study my whole younger life away just to get my PhD in biomedical engineering and be told how to do my job. I may have got a tad heated." He chuckles again at Deadlocks snort/huff.

Deadlock relaxes slightly as Ratchet pulls out a medical kit. His systems are running hot and HUB flashing warnings at him do as Ratchet suggested. He relaxes slightly and presses his servo against his helm. "Frag doc starting fights for a disagreement?" He rasps out watching Ratchet closely while he steadies his intakes. The human carefully works on cleaning the blood stained knuckles, Deadlock takes some pleaser in knowing all that blood is not just Ratchet's. "You're just as much of a hot menace as me."

"For you." Ratchet mumbles as he gently rubs ointment on the cuts. "They wanted me to turn you over to the field officer. Told them that you are still a work in progress that needs more time. That you came to my lab mmm.." Ratchet realizes it's the next day, a whole day wasted arguing in a concert room with metal chairs. With stuck up, pathetic excesses for- "Two days ago now.. said I activated some guardian protocal that day by accident which what brought you looking for me. They think you are imprinted on me. Something like that." Ratchet winces as he wraps his most bruised and swollen hand. A whine leaves Deadlock's stuttering engine, the tip of his pointer digit's claw has been hovers over Ratchet's helm as the doc talked, "What is it Drift?" Ratchet pauses from reaching for the alcohol soaked cotten ball. He looking up into overly bright, almost white with worry optics. Ratchet's optics dart around looking over Deadlock's form and healing welds.

Deadlock wants to huff, to roll his optics at the bioengineer's worry for him. But he can't stop his spark and fuel tanks from turning while he watches the red liquid drip down Ratchet's forehelm and optic ridge. "I... can't help you. You are hurt.. cause of me... and I can only watch you patch yourself up." He admits dimming his optics and looking down. All of this because he got impatient and hunted down his squishy to get him to recharge for once.

Ratchet's optics soften slightly. He shuts the kit with a sharp snap and huffs as he straightens from being hunched over. "Hand down please." Deadlock's audial fins perk up at the request. He carefully and gently, as gently as he can, places two digits into the office room. He lifts Ratchet up slowly once the small being had found a good spot to sit on his servo. He doesn't want to risk even the slightest breeze to brush against the bruised and cut flesh. He makes certain his servo is locked so it doesn't twitch on them. "This is high enough. Stay still." Deadlock is about to scold him when he thinks Ratchet is going to check the welds on his chassis. Instead Ratchet pops the kit back open and works on himself. Deadlock's vocal box clicks a few times as he tries to comprehend what his squishy is doing. His spark flutters with his EM Field when he realizes Ratchet is using his metal plating like a mirror. Ratchet dabs the cotton ball on the cut above his left optic ridge. "Didn't feel like going all the way to the bathroom. So thanks kid."

Deadlock purrs and almost melts from the thanks. Yes he will happily be a mirror. "Clever thing to do doc. Have those idiots thinking I am loyal and protective to only you will mean I can follow you around more. I am content being imprinted on you. Just tell them you can't undo it doc and if they touch you ever again I will pluck their little tiny servos off and feed it to them." He rumbles in a flat tone towards the end. He rolls his optics at the small ping from Ratchet flicking his chassis, "You may start a fight doc but know I will finish it."

"Didn't really start it either kid." Ratchet sighs looking at his reflection with a solemn expression before going back to dabbing the cotten ball harder against the cut, "Wasn't just about you Drift. They wanted.... they want..." Deadlock wants to curl around Ratchet the tone he is using now sounds like defeat, that's not his Ratchet. Deadlock lifts his free servo and retracts a claw so he can rub Ratchet's back as best he can to comfort him. "I can't." Ratchet rasps placing his forehelm against Deadlock chassis. Deadlock's engine settles to a purr Cybertonians use to sooth each other. It seems to work. Ratchet's shoulders relax and he seems to be getting his thoughts together. Deadlock stays silent and even if he doesn't need to keeps his EM Field in check. He only giving off support, warmth and calm, "It's inhumane, evil... Tourture... It would break down to much of the muscles and cells of the body. The hippocampus, the cerebral cortex, and the frontal lobe... that much damage to the brain would... I can't do what they want me to. Not to anyone Drift. Not what they ask. I can't. To adults, to teenagers, To Children. Young kids not knowing what they have signed up for. Never told. No choice. No way in hell could I ever-"

The strain and deep pain in Ratchet's voice is killing Deadlock. Deadlock can feel the trembling coming from Ratchet as the human catches his breath. He keeps a steady presser against Ratchet's back for support as he moves him up. He ignores the small gasp from Ratchet when he presses Ratchet to his cheek gently. Warm smooth metal touched warm soft skin, "Never. Never will you do what anyone demands of you. They can not make you harm anyone. You have never done anything you didn't want to and you won't start now. You are to much for them to try to control. My little squishy scraplet. I will kill them if they try. You have my glyphic, honor, and spark on this." Deadlock pulls back feeling something wet on his faceplate. Before Deadlock can get a good look at Ratchet's face, the bioengineer is shakily wiping his optics in a rushed motion aggravating the wound on his forehelm making it bead up with fresh blood, "Woah easy doc!" Ratchet bats his digit away when he tries to stop him.

"Stupidly cocky little shit! Lets get you feeling better before you try taking on a whole mecha filled base for me!" Ratchet laughs and smacks the digit still pressed against his back. That laugh does something to Deadlock's systems and spark, "We'll need to discuss a plan. I don't ever do anything half ass. I will not go into anything blind. But you are right, this is not the place for me to be anymore. Sad really. I was doing a lot of good here, made things safer for our pilots. Slowly sure but less were dying... so horridly all the time." Ratchet mumbles the last bit under his breath before shaking his helm. Deadlock likes the smirk that comes back to Ratchet's lips, "Now lay down so I can check that engine. You are starting to sound like a shitty abandoned junker car. Think you knock something out of place."

Deadlock matches Ratchet's smirk with a slag eating grin as he lifts the human a tad higher to press his forehelm against Ratchet's. He feels Ratchet pulls back after a moment, a stuttering raspy purr rumbles pleasantly through him when Ratchet places his servo against his forehelm and rubs. Yeah he does sound like slag and his HUB is flashing warnings, "What ever you say Doc. I am your guardian knight after all. You just tell me when to start swinging." He hums as he shifts to lay down.

Y O U. YOU JUST WROTE THIS ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE OF A FIC??? AND I DONT EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME?? WHOEVER YOU ARE, ANON, I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH NGKGKFGBFHGH YOUR WRITING DOES THINGS TO MY BRAI N

Also. Al s o. I just realized. Oh my god.

We have two Cybertronians on Earth at the moment right. Prowl and Deadlock. But Prowl is very much restricted in his actions because he has strong moral codex and also he's not a very good fighter (at least on his own).

But then we also have Deadlock. And the only thing keeping Deadlock in check is. Ratchet.

Like. Oh fuck just imagine. He isn't restricted by any moral implications except Ratchets opinion. He doesn't really give a fuck about other organic life or laws of Earth or anything. He is also a really fucking good fighter. He doesn't commit murder because that would disappoint Ratchet, but if. IF. Something happens to Ratchet?

THE HELL he would unleash would be visible from outer space.

Him being so sweet and caring and protective over Ratchet doesn't mean he behaves like this with everyone. Him being protective over Ratchet means that if anything takes Ratchet from him, he'll drown himself in blood. He'll burn, claw, gnaw, punch and tear his way back to his human.

All so he can be nice and sweet and caring again right afterward:)

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Chapter 1 — Beneath the Surface

Resident Evil: Sable Dawn

“Sometimes the only way out is through…”

12:46 AM

As the dust settled, Y/n let out a grunt and shoved a broken support beam off her shoulder. Her headlamp flickered, casting uneven light as she coughed into her arm and looked back at the wreckage.

The corridor behind them had collapsed—steel and concrete sealing them in like caged beasts.

“We’re trapped,” she said, her voice quiet.

Leon brushed gravel off his shoulder and sighed, “Looks like it.”

Y/n’s gaze fell on him—watchful and calculating. His face was composed, but she noticed the tension in his jaw was back and how his eyes roved their surroundings.

He didn’t panic, but she could tell he was worried.

She pulled a flashlight from her belt and held it out to him, “The battery’s good,” she began, tapping her headlamp with her finger, “Mine’s acting up.”

He nodded silently, and their fingers touched briefly as he took the small light. It was nothing—barely a moment—but her heart skipped a beat.

Stupid, Y/n…Stay focused.

“You okay?” he asked, not as small talk, but with a deeper meaning. With Leon, it always held more significance. He studied her face, as if he already knew the answer, as if he had memorized every time she hadn’t been fine.

Y/n straightened, her ribs flaring in protest, “Nothing feels broken.”

“Good,” He paused, then added, “We should move. If that was a prototype, there could be others.”

Stepping into a narrow maintenance tunnel, Y/n and Leon found themselves in a tight, damp, and condensation-coated space. The air reeked of decay and rusted metal, and as they moved, Y/n’s eyes followed Leon’s silhouette ahead.

He was methodical, alert and familiar.

Too familiar.

Three Years Ago – Siberia, B.S.A.A. Blacksite E-47

Snow had been falling the first time she met him.

The mission had gone south when a convoy was lost in a blizzard. She was left for dead, crushed under a flipped truck, bleeding and freezing, until a lone figure emerged from the white and hauled her out.

He had said, “You’re not dying here. Not like this.”

Later, when the B.O.W.s attacked, they fought side by side for two days straight.

With no sleep and no backup, they were left with each other, fighting for their lives.

She never told him, but near the end, she began hallucinating—seeing fire dancing in the snow. He grabbed her hand, pressed a comm into it, and said, “Hold the line, Ivy. I’ll get us out.”

And he did.

She owed him her life…

What terrified her more was the extent to which she was willing to give it in return.

Present – Geneva Underground

The tunnel led into an old bay, filled with rusted scaffolding, rotting electronics, and documents partially dissolved by mold.

Y/n’s eyes roamed the room, but then stopped, “Leon, over here.” She waved him over.

He crouched beside a wall streaked in blood, joining her.

Above them, a message smeared in crimson read:

WE ARE NOT HUMAN ANYMORE

Beneath it, several photographs were pinned—of scientists, soldiers, and even children—all labeled with codes and timestamps.

Some were crossed out and others weren’t.

“This was a lab,” she whispered, “They were tracking mutations—survivors.”

Leon’s face turned grim, “Someone was recording their progress.”

“Not just B.O.W.s… These were volunteers, or used to be,” Y/n frowned, looking at the pictures, but then her attention was quickly averted to the static that crackled in her comm.

“…-Vy. Ivy. If you’re hearing this—don’t trust—”

The message cut out and Y/n froze again.

“Replay that,” Leon said, looking down at her.

She tapped her wrist comm, “Leon, I can’t… it wasn’t on a recorded channel.”

Leon’s eyes locked onto hers, “Who was it?”

Y/n’s voice dropped, “My sister.”

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Y/n “Ivy” Cross, formerly a field scientist, had a life-changing event two years ago, during a UN-sanctioned biotech mission under Umbrella Europe, her sister, Dr. Margot Cross, vanished.

Official reports claimed that Margot had died in a lab fire at their Montreux facility.

Y/n never bought it, not one bit.

The mission after—that’s when she met Leon, an unauthorized pursuit of a lead she shouldn’t have chased.

She had been searching in secret ever since.

Until now.

Leon stepped closer, “If Margot’s alive, we’ll find her. Together.”

She didn’t answer, but her eyes shone with emotion.

“I mean it, Ivy,” he said softly, “You’re not alone.”

His words pierced through the emotional armour she had crafted over the years. Their eyes met, and something shifted. There had always been tension between them—lingering glances, heavy silences, jokes with meaning, and many unspoken things passed between them.

Though, down here, with blood-streaked walls and monsters lurking just beyond the light, the tension was electric.

Y/n took a step forward, “Leon…”

But a sound had snapped the moment in half like a piece of plywood breaking over someone’s head.

Click-click…

The lights went out.

Silence.

Then—a scream.

It was inhuman and near.

Just in time, they turned to see a massive creature slam through the ceiling vent—faster and larger than the last one.

Leon shoved Y/n back and fired upward, “Move!” he yelled, retreating toward an access door.

She rolled, drawing both of her pistols, and fired into the creature’s torso.

It didn’t drop, it didn’t even flinch.

“We’ve got a hybrid,” she gasped, “No decay—it’s fresh.”

The monster lunged and Leon tackled Y/n, crashing them into a splintered crate as claws ripped the space where she had just been.

They scrambled to their feet, shaken and scared, “We can’t fight this here,” Y/n shouted, “We need height!”

Leon nodded, “There’s a ladder, back left.”

The creature followed on all fours, its rusted saliva falling from its jowls as they ran towards their only escape.

They climbed, hand over hand into the dark unknown, adrenaline surged—but so did something deeper.

Death was hot on their heels, and something far more dangerous was brewing between them—a bond that transcended mere survival and loyalty.

Something undeniable, something real.

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The sound of running echoes through the storage house. Prowl halted his advancement with an irritated vent, doorwings fluttering in agitation. His investigation had led him here but now he was in a chase. 

Instead, a tiny fleshling's escape had disrupted everything. Watching it flee in panic, he briefly considered the merits of giving chase versus simply calling for backup. But allowing an organic to get themself killed wasn't something he wished to write out reports over. 

With a muttered Cybertronian curse, Prowl continues  giving chase. lights flickering to illuminate the warehouse's shadowy depths. His scanners locate the human's heat signature as they continue running and throwing things behind them to try and stall him. 

The human takes off under more shelving, taking an opportunity to throw a paint can in Prowl's direction, he swiftly raises an arm to block the flying projectile with an irritated hiss. When they try to scale the scaffolding, his strides lengthen enough to gently yet firmly enclose grasping fingers around their torso before more perilous stunts could be pulled.

"Desist this behaviour at once," he droned, holding the squirming human away from his body protectively but firmly. His doorwings twitched in irritation.

"I said I would not harm you. Now explain or I shall be forced to manually sedate you." His tone remained dispassionate though patience waned. He needed to know where the other traffickers were, if there were others. 

Cooled air blew from his vents as piercing optics assessed the organic, ever analytic processor weighing their next move.

Panicked breathes come from them as they squirm, "let me go!, let me go!" They shriek. Prowl suppressed another irritated groan at the tiny organic's persistent shrieks and useless struggles against his secure yet harmless grip. 

With another exasperated vent, "Cease this immediately. Panic will not aid your predicament. Now answer: how did you come to be here?"

"I don't know! You fucking kidnapped me!" They shout. Prowl cycled his vents with long-suffering patience, doorwings fluttering with barely-contained irritation. These organic creatures proved taxing. 

"I can assure you with 100% certainty that I did not 'fucking' kidnap you," he replied dryly. "Were that the case, would I now be wasting valuable processor power tolerating these hysterics instead of my intended operation?" 

Optics remained focused on them, Patience thinning, "I require information." His biolights flashed exasperatedly. "Now stop flaying. I intercepted your traffickers' signal and followed it to this warehouse,Tell me of your captors - numbers, appearance, probable location. I will terminate their operation, then see you to safety and medical care." Slowly he brought the creature closer, servos cupping protectively, Prowl raised an orbital ridge, vocals polished with aloof confidence. 

"I don't know asshat!I don't know, they kept me locked in a box, I could only hear them or see them when they brought me food" they whimper. while trying to hit his servo with their hand, wanting him to let go. Prowl cycled another steadying ventilation, recognizing the human was spent more than expected after the distressing ordeal. 

 His doorwings tilted slightly lower in a posed effort to seem less intimidating. "Very well." He resigned himself to improvising. "You require medical care and safety until you can be relocated. You will come with me back to the station."

His call brought over an enforcement cruiser, he filled them in on the situation. After he's done he transforms Depositing the human inside not so gently as he takes off, Prowl coordinated his team via comms to wrap up operations.The drive proceeded in uncomfortable silence.

Prowl's doorwings flickered tautly as he faced off against a surprisingly immovable Optimus Prime, it was rather strange seeing him back in the force. 

"With all due respect, Prime, you cannot expect me or any other officer to alter standard duties caring for an unruly petro-rabbit," he retorted coolly. "It creates disruption and liability. The logical solution remains finding accommodations better suited among its own kind."

Optimus' field pulsed mild reproof. "Prowl, the human has no such option, until a ship can be organised for safe transport,  No one has come forward for guardianship, and due to the circumstances I doubt anyone will. It now falls to you." His tone allowed no argument.

Prowl suppressed a disgruntled noise. "While protecting all sentient life aligns with your doctrine, I have covered several orns of duties already and can not be diverted to care for this...squishy."

“Prowl this is not up for debate” Optimus states, it makes Prowl want to snarl back at him but he holds back storming out of the office, picking up the human as he goes. 

Despite Prowl's protest the human ends up in his guardianship, and he is forced to take them back to his apartment. The drive is rather uneventful; both of them are quite not wishing to speak to the other. And he's not happy about the situation. 

Prowl set them down none-too-gently upon a seating unit in his private hab, before whirling to pace agitatedly across polished flooring. His doorwings flared in sharp, irritated angles. “Ow what the fuck asshole!” Thye shout while rubbing their sore joints. 

"This situation has become utterly untenable," he spat without glancing at the organic, servos gesticulating crisply to emphasise each word. "I am a law enforcer and tactician, not a crèche worker to cater to some fleshy creature disrupting my operations” 

He jabbed an emphatic digit toward the human. "You will remain here, while I am absent. Do not wander or touch anything. Refuel only at designated intervals so as not to inconvenience me further."

Prowl knew he should modulate for the soft sensory packages organics possessed. But rationality abandoned him in the face of such unprecedented upheaval to his routine.

"Once communications are restored, the earliest ship will relocate you back to your kind. Until then..." He cycled a furious ventilation. "Do not compromise my operations or wander further than your unwanted presence already has." His frustrated field pulsed like an agitated bear, before he spun on a heelstrut moving to his table to overlook datapads and check how things had been progressing. He begins taking comm calls as he types away. 

They flip him off, turning their back to him, their eyes linger on the soft cloth Prowl had laying on the table. They look back at him, eyes linger for a moment watching him argue over comms with others but at that moment they didn't care, they were sore, tired and just wanted to sleep. His engine revved with barely-contained outrage. How dare that little organic upset his living space so profoundly

Prowl paced in his office, doors twitching erratically as comm traffic flooded with commentary on his new "ward." Finally he slammed a fist on the console, engines snarling. "The first transport capable will deliver it back through the spacebridge."

He jabbed frustratedly at a datapad, recalibrating schedules disrupted by this nonsense. Unwelcome surprise flashed across his HUD."first ship available, you are gone. Until then, do not tax what remains of my patience." His words were scorching weapons aimed to inflict. 

They ignore him moving towards the cloth, curling themself into it and making a makeshift bed and blanket. Shivers rack their body over how cold the apartment is but they aren't willing to say anything instead turning away from Prowl and hunkering down into the cloth.

 Green makes her presence known with noises, the flyt taking to Prowl's shoulders, chirping at her owner as she snuggles against prowl. Prowl vented hot air through clenched dental plates, 

His plating clamped tighter as Green chirps around his helm in useless attempts to soothe. With a swat, he sent the pet flying off in a frustrated burst of motion. Even his flyt pet proved irritating at that moment!

They let out a choked up gasp as Prowl picks them up, wrapped in the cloth, "where are you taking me!" They shout. Prowl rumbled with barely-restrained ire as he carried the bundled human toward his personal berth. "Silence," he snapped when it squealed. "I require recharge and will not suffer your disruptions further." Cycling another vent, as stomped toward his hab suite. A brief check of climate controls explained the shivering organic - it was no wonder, given the mech ran hotter.

With a few taps, the thermostat warmed to a more suitable temperature.  He moves towards the berth dumping them onto the hard surface, Prowl loomed over the human once more, entire frame radiating impatience.

His plating clamped taut as he deposited it onto the berth beside himself, looming over the tiny squishy form. "You will remain here undisturbing while I power down," he hissed, Biolights flashing irritably.

Green tries to investigate what had taken her spot on the berth only for Prowl to knock her away, when the flyer pestered, Prowl scooped up the human bundle none-too-gently. "Cause me any disruption and you will face consequences fully." With that less-than-comforting threat, Prowl grumbled low in his chassis and shuttered his optics, forcing stiff joints and wire-frazzled processors to unwind through firm self-discipline.

They squirm lightly trying to get comfortable, they eventually find themself pressed against Prowl's chassis, it's warm and the sound from it eventually lures them to sleep, cloth wrapped around their body. Their eyes shut, out of exhaustion as they cuddle against the mech.

Prowl peepers down beside him, entire frame tensing at the unwelcome sensation. He glanced down to find the human entangled against his chassis plates, curled almost...comfortably? beneath the outer edges of his field.

Green buzzed overhead, clearly agitated at losing her favoured recharge spot. Prowl shot the flyt a warning look, bidding her silence. His processor whirled, examining how to extricate from this undignified scenario without disturbing the human.

His field registered its small organic frame finally relaxing in restful recharge, tiny vents puffing soft exhalations against his plating. Prowl cycled a quiet ventilation, surprised by the peculiar gentleness such a fragile life exuded up close.

It unnerved him. As did the grudging tenderness prompting him to simply remain, allowing recharge to continue undisturbed. Prowl glared at nothing, discomfited. 

The human meant nothing - a temporary obligation soon rectified. Yet...he did not move to dislodge them either, His engine rumbled ever-so-softly, His field pulsed disturbance even as recharge didn't come to him, systems fighting the illogic of sharing space with such a fragile life form. But it would have to do until he could be rid of the organic contaminating his dwelling at last. Pit takes the inconvenience...

Just a klik. Then order would resume, they would be gone soon enough. 

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Function: To form the vertical concrete surfaces (walls), ensuring straightness and alignment.

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2. Beam Side and Soffit Panels These are horizontal shuttering components that form the sides (beam side panels) and underside (soffit panels) of the structural beams.

Function: They help in shaping the beams precisely, ensuring uniform dimensions and clean finish for structural integrity.

Secondary Keyword Target: beam shuttering with aluminium formwork

3. Deck Panels Deck panels are flat plates that form the horizontal surface of the floor slab. They are supported by props and deck beams to maintain correct elevation.

Function: To support the weight of wet concrete for slabs until it sets completely.

Why It Matters: Uniform deck panels from BSL ensure no slab leakage or undulations—critical for residential and commercial projects.

4. Deck Beams These are horizontal members that support the deck panels and transfer their load to the vertical supports (props).

Function: They provide intermediate support to deck panels, enhancing formwork stability during pouring.

Pro Tip: Proper alignment of deck beams ensures flat slab finishes and avoids deviations during multiple floor constructions.

5. Soffit Length and Prop Head Soffit Length: Connects the wall panel to the deck panel horizontally and provides form for the slab's edge.

Prop Head: Holds the beam and deck system in place from below with vertical support props.

Function: To balance and lock the framework from below, supporting the system during concrete curing.

BSL's Offering: Our prop systems are high-strength yet easy to adjust on site, reducing labour and setup time.

6. Pins and Wedges These are mechanical fasteners used to lock different formwork panels together. Their design allows easy assembly and disassembly.

Function: To hold panels rigidly in position, ensuring leak-proof concrete casting and exact alignment.

Relevance: Reliable locking is essential for a monolithic structure; BSL’s pins and wedges are precision-engineered for seamless operations.

7. External Corners and Internal Corners These components help in joining panels at the junctions—where walls meet at 90° angles or where slabs meet walls.

Function: To complete corners and edges with proper geometry, reducing joint lines and plastering needs.

Construction Tip:

Tight-fitting corners lead to better waterproofing and finish, reducing maintenance in the long term.

Why Are These Components Critical?

Each of the Mivan shuttering components plays a specific role. The performance of the entire aluminium formwork system depends on the precision, durability, and alignment of every part. Using poor-quality components can result in:

Concrete leakage

Misaligned structures

Poor finishes

Delays in reuse and dismantling

At BSL Scaffolding, we focus on delivering formwork systems built to last. Every component is tested for load capacity, corrosion resistance, and alignment to ensure top-notch construction performance.

Benefits of Using BSL Aluminium Formwork Systems

Faster Construction: Our systems cut down cycle time per floor dramatically

Superior Finish: Clean, straight walls and slabs mean less plastering or rework

Durability: Up to 200+ reuses without compromising performance

Lightweight & Labour-Friendly: Easy handling with less skilled labour

Custom Design Support: Tailored formwork plans for your exact project specs

Whether you are building mass housing, townships, or luxury high-rises, our Mivan formwork solutions scale with your needs.

Build Smarter with the Right Mivan Shuttering Components

Understanding the components of Mivan shuttering is essential for any builder or developer aiming for efficiency, strength, and long-term cost savings. As India pushes towards rapid urban housing and vertical growth, choosing the right formwork partner becomes even more crucial.

At BSL Scaffolding, we don’t just supply aluminium formwork—we deliver complete construction solutions that support your vision from foundation to finish.

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,,,what if i just ask you to do dvd commentary on the passage that has you most rabid

Ask Meme

I was going to make a joke about how that's a hard thing to determine but then I thought about it for more than five seconds and realised that No It's Not, There's A Really Obvious Passage That Fits That Criteria

it's this bit from Chapter 2 of We Are Full Of Stories To Be Told (readmore because big spoilers for that fic, just in case anyone interested hasn't read it)

There is a certain kind of breathlessness that comes only from getting pinned to a forest floor by an angry adolescent dragon with claws as long as your arms. The paw pressing down on him is as big as his torso. Tomix wheezes. The dragon is growling at him in a very particular way. He wishes any school he’d ever attended had offered the dragon tongue as a language class. There’s something familiar about the dragon. It takes a moment to click, what with the surprise of getting tackled by the full force of a dragon out of nowhere, but he knows that shade of green, rippling across their scales, and what the Blue Mage must have meant slots into place. Someone better suited to answering his questions, of course, who could possibly be better suited to answer those questions than- “DRACO!” Breath he didn’t realise he still had in his lungs catches in his throat. A person storms from the trees, eyes locked on the dragon alone. “What are you doing? Get off of them! You can’t just attack people, Draco, we’ve talked about this!” The dragon on top of him shifts, rumbles a growling sound that is nonetheless unmistakably a teenager being scolded, and shuffles away. Even as the weight lifts from him, Tomix can’t breathe. That voice. The person swaps to scolding in the dragon tongue, gesticulating as they go, and Tomix cannot take his eyes off of them, lying on the ground and unable to get up. The dragon - Draco, so big now - flies away and from the corner of his eye that flight almost looks sulky. It can’t be. Surely not, after all this time, it can’t possibly be- “I am so sorry about them,” the person says, turning towards him. Their eyes meet and Tomix could swear that time stops. The birdsong falls quiet and there is nothing else in the world. Deer-in-the-headlights, he thinks, is the phrase for both of their expressions. The Hero of Falconreach stands before him, older than last time he saw them but so very alive. There are new scars peeking out from the edges of their clothes and grey streaks through their hair and they are alive. Their eyes are wide, like his, and for that single, frozen moment, he thinks they recognise him. Then they blink and time rushes back in. Some sort of understanding dawns behind their gaze and their eyes flicker over him. The smile they offer him is friendly and distant. It hurts, being looked at like a stranger, in a way he never could have anticipated and can’t quite articulate. He can see, now, that there are laughter lines clustered around their eyes.

this section, the reunion between Tomix & the Hero, is the heart of the fic to me. which is a little funny because it's pretty much the second-to-last scene but. this is what I wrote the fic for. it was built around this scene. there are 13.5k words of story before we hit this scene and every single one of those words was written to facilitate this scene happening. when this fic was just a little plot bunny it was this scene in near entirety. it came to me fully formed and everything else is scaffolding around it to make it have the impact it deserves.

the fic's title and chapter naming scheme exists because of this scene! because I was drafting it in my head and thought of the Hero having laughter lines and made the connection to the song and the way it resonated well!

This is one of those scenes where, as a writer, you find yourself agonising over if it's going to be as good as it needs to be. And, you know what? I did it! This came out exactly as I wanted it to!

I am gnawing at the walls about this scene and I'm the one who wrote it. So. Yeah it qualifies for "has me the most rabid".

SPECIFIC PARTS I'M SO VERY FERAL ABOUT:

There’s something familiar about the dragon. It takes a moment to click, what with the surprise of getting tackled by the full force of a dragon out of nowhere, but he knows that shade of green, rippling across their scales, and what the Blue Mage must have meant slots into place. Someone better suited to answering his questions, of course, who could possibly be better suited to answer those questions than- “DRACO!”

The Hero yells Draco's name right as Tomix is about to think it. The thought is simultaneously completed and interrupted. Centuries apart and they have no idea they're about to reunite and there's all the disconnect that comes with all that time but also here's an echo of how in sync they are at their best, one completing the sentence of the other without even knowing it yes that's a bit pretentious but also I Did It On Purpose It Is That Deep, I can be a little pretentious, as a treat <3

Their eyes meet and Tomix could swear that time stops. The birdsong falls quiet and there is nothing else in the world. Deer-in-the-headlights, he thinks, is the phrase for both of their expressions. The Hero of Falconreach stands before him, older than last time he saw them but so very alive. There are new scars peeking out from the edges of their clothes and grey streaks through their hair and they are alive. Their eyes are wide, like his, and for that single, frozen moment, he thinks they recognise him.

"deer-in-the-headlights" is a little in-joke to myself of a phrasing because it's how I described their reactions the first time I wrote down a summary of this scene to tell a friend about it and I preserved it through every draft after that

Also "the birdsong falls quiet and there is nothing else in the world" is me just. fully and self-indulgently stealing stock romance stuff for my platonic works. Nothing Else In The World Exists and it's Because His Friend Is Here

And describing an older, aged Hero of Falconreach was a fun exercise! Due to their nature, I typically try to avoid physical description for the Hero, but to get the effect I wanted, it was necessary this time. Thus, an attempt at going for as-near-as-possible-to-universal features, in a way that would feel natural! We're seeing them through Tomix's eyes - he knows what they look like, he wouldn't need to describe that in his own thoughts, so he's going to focus on what's different, what's changed. I'm quite proud of the result!

Then they blink and time rushes back in.

Amiguous Pronoun! Is the 'they' here singular or plural? Is the moment here broken by both of them blinking, at the same time, more of that synchronisation-despite-the-distance? Or is it broken by the Hero blinking first while Tomix continues to stare, because he knows what they do not, sees the moment for what it is where they can't? That's up to the reader and where their mind goes! Though the placement of the sentence does lend itself to the second option (the most recent 'they', after all, was singular, referring to the Hero, so that's already fresh-in-mind), the first is nonetheless still open

He can see, now, that there are laughter lines clustered around their eyes.

I'LL SEE YOU IN THE FUTURE WHEN WE'RE OLDERRR-

[publicabsent]

MUSE AESTHETICS : SLEEPING AT LAST — ATLAS.

bold what always applies to your muse. italicize what applies to your muse conditionally.

DARKNESS. the mind was made to illuminate the heart. / we carve our names on the surface of history. / all our strength came out of the woodwork. / we only know this light as darkness crashes against it. / it’s a cruel trick how we find ourselves when we lose everything else. / our mistakes, they were bound to be made. / the smell of the falling & burning leaves. / the bitterness of winter. / the sweetness of spring. / there was bad blood in us. / the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. / firewood burning bright in the dead of winter. / were we broken right from the start? / forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn. / just live what little life your broken heart can. / just live what little life your mended heart can. / darkness exists to make life truly count.

SPACE ONE. space & time takes violent things, angry things, & makes them kind. / we are infinite as the universe we hold inside. / we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes. / i am desperate, if nothing else. / no one can unring this bell, unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new. / i am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune. / somehow i’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul. / all of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of my life. / the night sky once ruled my imagination. / let my change of heart occur. / fault lines tremble underneath my glass house. / there was an avalanche of change. / we laid our names to rest along the dotted line. / we were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering. / another lie from the front lines. / our backs against the wall, we’re surrounded & afraid. / though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end. / a second chance to make amends. / losing track of what we’re fighting for.

SPACE TWO. a secret under lock & key. / while collecting the stars, i connected the dots. / i don’t know who i am, but now i know who i’m not. / make my messes matter, make this chaos count. / you taught me the courage of stars before you left. / how rare & beautiful it is to even exist. / a stained glass variation of the truth. / stitch by stitch i tore apart. / if brokenness is a form of art i must be a poster child prodigy. / an open book with a torn out page. / a model citizen of doubt. / i’m pinned under the weight of what i believed would keep me safe. / show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins. / the heaviness that i hold in my heart is crushing me.

LAND. a little broken, a little new. / the impact & the glue. / some truths are sharper than knives. / truth’s got its sight set on you. / if truth is north, then i am true south. / i set out to rule the world with only a paper shield & a wooden sword. / i bear little resemblance to the king i once was. / i bear little resemblance to the king i could become. / half your heart has yet to come home.

LIFE. all we held dear was on the line. / my heart reconciled all the darkness & light inside my chest. / i saw the future unfold in silver & gold. / you are grace, you are light. / i can’t keep my head from spinning out of control. / is this what being vulnerable feels like? / i’m only steady on my knees. / i’ll run the risk of being intimate with brokenness. / a thousand fingerprints on the surface of who i am. / let the scaffolding inside of me be strong enough to hold this tired body up. / i was given a gift of hope.

SENSES. fall in love in a single touch, & fall apart when it hurts too much. / all i want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed. / pain is a well-intentioned weatherman. / god, i want to feel again. / i am aware of what light tastes like. / like fists unraveling, like glass unshattering. / i’m well aware of the shadows within my heart. / i want to be astonished. / nothing less than a work in progress. / sacred text on post it notes. / the light goes out, my heart goes still.

EMOTIONS. the calm water in the middle of an anxious sea. / the starting line of an adventure. / the faint outline of the divine. / losing my balance again & again. / each brave step forward, i take three steps behind. / its mind over matter. / a single lose thread & it all comes undone. / in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means. / with a broken heart, transformation begins. / i feel the pressure building until i can’t breathe. / reckless but honest words leave my mouth. / it’s fight or flight. / a last minute man of faith. / kerosene on a flame of doubt. / it’s too late for holy water now.

[minghs]

MUSE AESTHETICS :  SLEEPING AT LAST  —  ATLAS

bold what always applies to your muse. italicize what applies to your muse conditionally. 

DARKNESS

the mind was made to illuminate the heart.  /  we carve our names on the surface of history.  /  all our strength came out of the woodwork.  /  we only know this light as darkness crashes against it.  /  it’s a cruel trick how we find ourselves when we lose everything else.  /  our mistakes they were bound to be made.  /  the smell of the falling and burning leaves.  /  the bitterness of winter.  /  the sweetness of spring.  /  there was bad blood in us.  /  the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.  /  firewood burning bright in the dead of winter.  /  were we broken right from the start?  /  forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn.  /  just live what little life your broken heart can.  /  just live what little life your mended heart can.  /  darkness exists to make life truly count.

SPACE ONE

space and time takes violent things, angry things, and makes them kind.  /  we are infinite as the universe we hold inside.  /  we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes.  /  i am desperate, if nothing else.  /  no one can unring this bell, unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new.  /  i am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune.  /  somehow i’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.  /  all of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of my life.  /  the night sky once ruled my imagination.  /  let my change of heart occur.  /  fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.  /  there was an avalanche of change.  /  we laid our names to rest along the dotted line.  /  we were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering.  /  another lie from the front lines.  /  our backs against the wall, we’re surrounded and afraid.  /  though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end.  /  a second chance to make amends.  /  losing track of what we’re fighting for.

SPACE TWO

a secret under lock and key.  /  while collecting the stars, i connected the dots.  /  i don’t know who i am, but now i know who i’m not.  /  make my messes matter, make this chaos count.  /  you taught me the courage of stars before you left.  /  how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.  /  a stained glass variation of the truth.  /  stitch by stitch i tore apart.  /  if brokenness is a form of art i muse be a poster child prodigy.  /  an open book with a torn out page.  /  a model citizen of doubt.  /  i’m pinned under the weight of what i believed would keep me safe.  /  show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins.  /  the heaviness that i hold in my heart is crushing me.

LAND

a little broken, a little new.  /  the impact and the glue.  /  some truths are sharper than knives.  /  truth’s got its sight set on you.  /  if truth is north, then i am true south.  /  i set out to rule the world with only a paper shield and a wooden sword.  /  i bear little resemblance to the king i once was.  /  i bear little resemblance to the king i could become.  /  half your heart has yet to come home.

LIFE

all we held dear was on the line.  /  my heart reconciled all the darkness and light inside my chest.  /  i saw the future unfold in silver and gold.  /  you are grace, you are light.  /  i can’t keep my head from spinning out of control.  /  is this what being vulnerable feels like?  /  i’m only steady on my knees.  /  i’ll run the risk of being intimate with brokenness.  /  a thousand fingerprints on the surface of who i am.  /  let the scaffolding inside of me be strong enough to hold this tired body up.  /  i was given a gift of hope.  /  

SENSES

fall in love in a single touch, and fall apart when it hurts too much.  /  all i want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed.  /  pain is a well-intentioned weatherman.  /  god, i want to feel again.  /  i am aware of what light tastes like.  /  like fists unravelling, like glass unshattering.  /  i’m well aware of the shadows within my heart.  /  i want to be astonished.  /  nothing less than a work in progress.  /  sacred text on post it notes.  /  the light goes out, my heart goes still.

EMOTIONS 

the calm water in the middle of an anxious sea.  /  the starting line of an adventure.  /  the faint outline of the divine.  /  losing my balance again and again.  /  each brave step forward, i take three steps behind.  /  its mind over matter.  /  a single lose thread and it all comes undone.  /  in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means.  /  with a broken heart, transformation begins.  /  i feel the pressure building until i can’t breathe.  /  reckless but honest words leave my mouth.  /  it’s fight or flight.  /  a last minute man of faith.  /  kerosene on a flame of doubt.  /  it’s too late for holy water now.

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Last night, I had a dream I was at a moderately sized house party full of close friends and welcome strangers, something like a casual holiday party in someone’s home. The house changes many times throughout the dream. In the beginning, myself and the other party guests are getting ready to head home as it is late — about 4:00am. The house becomes my current home on Edderton Avenue and we are all looking out the front windows when we see a large white van speed down Rockman (which runs perpendicular to our street) for about the length of a city block, only to make a sudden, sharp, 90 degree turn left straight into the side of the shabby white house on the corner. The van is totalled on impact and, instantly, three psycho murderous clowns leap forth from the flames; the clowns stand approximately nine feet tall, are lanky but wide and have six inch jagged teeth protruding from their sinister grins.

As they begin racing towards our house, we collectively sense that the clowns are coming to kill us all. Everyone scrambles to find a place to hide within the house — there is no way to get out of the house, it is like a sealed vault of doom. People hide everywhere: under the bed, the pantry, inside the walls, but some are just too slow and, as I turn to see the clowns burst through the front door, they throw an ice pike, striking a brunette girl directly in the forehead and pinning her against the wall, gushing blood and dying instantly. I scramble for the safe, but decide that since there is no way out the safe either - it may as well be it’s own coffin. Then I find a panic room, and turn to close the door behind me, only to be confronted by a sinister clown. He points a gun at my forehead to shoot me, but is unexpectedly shot in the head from behind by another clown, who then proceeds to shoot himself in the head — utter chaos, no reason, only death. I alone am safe, surrounded by the carnage that are the massacred bodies of all the other guests. 

Suddenly, I am driving with Maxine, Hely and Brian Curry in my high school Festiva, a tiny white “clown car,” towards my Nan’s house which is located in a lower middle class suburb of types. As we drive down the backlane, I am relying the wild story of my clown dream to my friends…. and Brian, who chimes in that, of course I wouldn’t have gotten into the safe, it may as well have been it’s own coffin, restating my own thoughts in my previous dream verbatim. I have de ja vu in my dream. As we approach my Nan’s house, I notice it backs onto a fenced in dog park through which a large St Bernard dog leaps and bounds, playing fetch. I smile. We walk into my Nan’s house, a side by side, and up the stairs, I hug her and tell her about the dream.

Suddenly, I am in the dark ceiling of a busy establishment. I know I need to follow the wobbly scaffolding I am on towards an attic folding style ladder to get down. I crawl on my hands and knees through thick dust and debris to reach the ladder. I lower myself down face forward, only to see Hely’s surprised smile at the bottom. We are in Sushi Ya on Corydon, and I have come out of the ceiling right to the front door.  Sushi Ya is packed; patrons create a steady buzz of conversation, busy staff run about in a panic and the sushi chef glares at me. I walk out with Hely and her boyfriend out onto Corydon and we begin to walk down towards our old place on McMillan. I begin relying the story of my overlapped dreams, much to Hely’s dismay as she is sensitive to horror stories (particularly the dream within a dream narrative). As we walk, we pass by a variety of ethnic food stores and are badgered by pushy sales people, eager to sell us goods. 

I continue on with the story and as we walk, somehow we find ourselves in the University of Winnipeg’s gym locker room. Hely’s boyfriend is now gone, she and I find ourselves locked in this seemingly inescapable never ending change rooms. As we push through the exit door, it takes us right back through the entrance door. We gasp for breath, running for what seems like forever, until we hear a menacing laugh — the clowns emerge from around the corner, and we are trapped — doom is eminent. I wake.

(November 3, 2014)

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Hanging in High School

I was on the High School water polo team. Whenever the pool was undergoing maintenance we had to use a workout gym the wrestling team used. Our coach was lazy so he often had a couple guys take control so he could leave early. One of them, Fitzgerald (Fitz) was a senior and had the perfect swimmers body. He had big broad shoulders and narrow waist. He was stretching by lying on a mat face down and aching his back and head as far as he could. I was watching for a while because he had an awesome throat and it was fully exposed. There was an extension cord plugged in near where he was stretching, so I made my way over and picked up the cord. I briefly worried how mad he would be if I choked him with it, but I saw the opportunity and I had to take it.

As I place the cord around his neck he panicked and reached for the cord. He left the pushup position and reached for his neck so quick I didn't have time to give him slack. He choked for a brief moment as I let him down but it left a pronounced but beautiful red mark across his throat. Another team mate, Tony, saw what I did and came over and made a big deal out of it. He yelled at me: “look at his neck!! Then he examined Fitz’s neck with great concern. He wanted to hold me so Fitz could choke me with the cord. He called some other guys over to help him but Fitz told them no. Fitz was a laidback beach boy type so I could see how he would just let it go. The guys seem eager to do what ever Tony wanted. I apologized to Fitz as he coughed and cleared his throat, I thought it was over. He and Tony went to a restroom to see in a mirror what the big deal was all about. Little did I know what Tony would convince Fitz to do.

After our workout we all striped and went to the showers. Some of the guys seemed to be in a great hurry. I took my time and as I dried off.As I got to my locker four of the guys surrounded me. They were shirtless and hair still wet. Tony walked up to me with a jump-rope loose around his neck and told me to put my gym shorts back on. I was still a little wet as were the other guys that hurried to put their jeans on. I drop my towel and grab my gym shorts and pulled them up. I asked what was going on as they turned me around and made me put my hands behind my back. Tony took the rope from his neck and tied my hands with it. I didn’t try to resist much because these guys looked serious and there was no way I could get away. He told me that if I cooperated I would not be hurt as he tied my hands. After he tied my hands he left with Fitz as I stood dripping with the guys for about 3 minutes to see where we would go next. They seemed to know what was going

to happen but were very secretive. Tony returned and told the guys to bring me back to gym.

Fitz had the keys since he was supposed to lock the gym up after we left. I heard them jingle at the door as they escorted me back. I didn't think they would beat me up but I had no idea what they would do. Perhaps they would humiliate and intimidate me or let Fitz choke me with the cord. Jack and Dean each had an arm as we walked and a kid named Greg tagged along from behind. I used to love to pin Greg and choke the shit out of him which was easy since he was smaller and two years younger. He had a cute adamsapple that grew out from the middle of his neck and it always got my attention.

We went back into the gym and they lead me to a scaffold in the corner of the room. A brief thought of being hanged passed through my mind and made me excited, but it seemed too far fetched. Tony and Fitz left to get ‘something’ out of the utility box and returned about 5 minutes later with a long rope in Tony’s hands. Jack, who was very lean and had a long neck and perfect adamsapple looked at me said: “I always wanted to see someone hang“. I jerked a bit when I realized what they were going to do. He and Dean tighten their hold on me to keep me from trying to get away.

I knew this all had to be Tony's idea, he often would ask me if I had a favorite way to die. He said he likes the noose and how good it would look around my neck. He also described what he called a Russian tie. He would put a rope around his neck to describe what it was. He sometimes engaged me to wrestle with him which always led to me being pinned and choked. Often he would sit behind me on the bus to garrote me from behind. Having an opportunity to hang me seemed a logical step.

The long rope in his hands was new and was supposed to be cut up to make jump-ropes. He tied a small noose and tossed the it over the scaffold bar that was about 10 feet from the floor and then the back side of the scaffold. Tony looked at me with anticipation then got a dumb-bell that weighed 45 lbs and tied it to the end of the rope and sat it on a stool. The noose dangled as he and Fitz talked as they looked at the other guys. Then they called Dean to the scaffold because he was about the same height and build as me. He told him they had to test it first and needed to ‘borrow his neck‘. Almost eager Dean smiled went and stood under the scaffold near the noose. Tony described exactly what he was going to do and how to hold me when it was my turn. He un-tied the noose and put the rope around his neck in what he called a ‘Russian Tie‘. It was designed by to put most of the pressure on the back of the neck so the person can strangle longer when

they hanged. It looped around the neck twice and a knot in front of his throat above the adamsapple. The first loop pulls the chin up while the second loop stays above the adamsapple and prevents you from swallowing while slowly squeezes. The rope embedded just above his apple and made it seem much larger then normal. He adjusted the ‘tie’ and told Dean to put his hands behind his back and try not to move them until he couldn’t stand it. Dean swallowed hard and the rope bobbed on his neck that looked so hot. Fitz asked Dean if he was ready then nodded at Tony to take the weight off the stool and slowly let the it down. It pulled Dean up and tilted his head back as it lifted him on his toes.

His abs tightened nicely and face soon turned red. The first 10 seconds Dean seemed ok, then he started to squirm and twitch a little. At 20 seconds he grunted and the color above the rope was dark red. At 30 seconds his legs seem to dance in slow motion. His abs tighten more and veins popped out as he worked to get a breath. Jack stood next to me as we watched. Jack adjusted himself but I couldn’t with hands tied. Dean tried to make it last as long as he could but he could only look up at the ceiling and wait till it got to be too much. It looked like he wanted to swallow but his throat barely could move against the rope. By this time there was no way his apple could get under the rope. They watched the clock and counted until Dean’s hands finally reached for the rope - about 45 seconds.

Fitz was ready to catch Dean as Tony put the weight back on the stool. They un-tied his neck as they sat Dean on a mat to evaluate his hanging. It took Dean a few minutes to catch his breath. His face was still a little red as he described what it was like. They wanted to determine how long I should be hanged or if it needed more weight. It was strange to hear them talk about how I should hang as if I weren’t there. Dean said I should be able to last 70 seconds and that they took him down before he was ready. Fitz wanted me to hang for the same 50 seconds. Tony wanted to wait until after my knees buckled. They decided to add 5 more pounds and hang me for one minute or until my knees buckled.

Dean was sent back to help Jack bring me toward the scaffold. With a big smile and red line around his neck Dean approached me and said: "ok, your turn to hang". Since Dean didn't seem to have too much of a problem I figured it can't be that bad. I thought I had better just go along or they may beat me up and then hang me anyway. They walked me towards the scaffold where Tony stood with the rope in his hands. Jack took another jump-rope tied my elbows closer together and made my chest puff out. As I stood under the scaffold Tony held out the rope and ask Fitz if he wanted to do the "honors". Fitz thought about it then said: ‘no” . Greg said he would like to. Tony grab his throat and said: “you can barely tie your shoes, go get another jump-rope and tie his feet“. I knew Tony would enjoy tying the rope around my neck more than anyone else. Fitz still had a little red line around his neck as he watched Tony coiled the rope loose around my neck and

let it sit on my shoulders. Greg tied my feet and stood looking at me with the biggest grin and as excited as a school girl. He passed his finger across his throat in a symbol that I was doomed. My heart was racing by this time and Tony asked if there was anything I wanted to say before he adjusted the ‘tie‘. I asked Fitz if he really thought I should be hanged for what I did. Fitz moved the rope that laid on my shoulders as if he were going to tighten it himself but then left it lose and looked away as if he had no say in the ordeal.

Tony said I should at least apologize to Fitz. I said he can get an apology or hang me but not both. Jack then said “ usually the guy who has his hands tied behind his back and a rope around his neck isn’t so combative”. Fitz said I had to be hanged since they went this far and it wouldn’t be fair to Dean. Tony said that two guys here now have red marks around their necks and I didn’t. He asked the guys if they agreed that I should be hanged. As he raised his hand the rest of the guys raised theirs, Greg added “ Hang him! “ Tony looked at me and said: “there, you are now sentenced to hang“. Of all of them Fitz was the only one that seemed sympathetic. Tony got Dean to hold my head back while he adjusted the ‘tie’. It was rapped around my neck twice and a knot above my adamsapple. He tied it really tight and I was barley able to swallow. Tony walk to the back of the scaffold and the guys took a couple steps back and waited for the

second hand on the clock to reach the top, about 15 seconds. This allowed me to swallow a couple of times. They all stood about five feet away as they waited for the weight to be dropped. Fitz watched with his arms crossed and no expression on his face. Jack stood next to him and touched his neck and apple as he watched. Greg stood looking with a big grin he could not get ride of and Dean stood with his hands behind his back as if he was reliving his hanging. Jack counted down the seconds on the clock, then I could feel the weight lifting me up. My head tilted back and I could see the rope as it went over the bar above. I tried not to let it make me tip toe but it was no use, and then my calves soon started to burn. At first is was not too bad, I could breath but I could hear funny wheezing noises. Jack called off every ten seconds from the clock, and my faced filled heavy and lips tingled. After about 25 seconds it seemed to get much tighter and it was

getting harder to breath. I could hear them laugh and make comments about how my body was reacting. I was wheezing and gasping by now and my abs were tight and hands clenched behind my back. It must have been obvious that my dick was hard and up against my shorts, briefly, I wondered if I looked as good as Dean when he was hanging. About 50 seconds I was twisting and gasping which made the weight bounce and the rope tighten. Dean spoke out and said he thought I had enough. Then Tony asked if he wanted to hang again. At 60 seconds my body was trembling and bouncing and my vision was to blurred. Jack called off ‘one minute’ then I thought it should be over now but Tony said to hold on a little longer. There I was still gasping and choking. How long were they going to let me hang after the time was up, I didn’t think I could take it much longer. My vision was blurry and I was getting weak. I felt my knees buckle a couple of times and the next thing I

knew I was knelt on the floor with Fitz and Jack holding me up and Tony loosing the rope from my neck. I was wobbly and jerking like someone who was choked out. They laid me on the mat as I slowly came to. Tony said I lasted a ‘minute and 25 seconds’ as if I should be proud. Jack un-tied my hands as Tony checked out my neck with his fingers on my throat. After a couple of minutes I sat up and Fitz helped me to my feet. He put one of my arms over his big shoulders to steady me on my feet. He walked me back to my locker that was still open and asked if I was ok. I was surprised he was so concerned for me to know if I was ok since he was the reason I was hanged. He sat with me for a short while, then he said he was sorry they had to hang me to prove a point. Dean and Jack stood near as I change and asked if I needed help. I told them I was fine on my owe.

Greg stood behind and began asking lots of questions of what it was like to be hanged. It was hard to talk or even swallow. Greg was still hard which showed from his shorts that he was still exited. He stared at my neck as he asked his questions. Did it hurt? Was it intense? I asked him if it left any bruises. " Two marks on the sides of your neck right here". He slowly slid two fingers along where the marks were on my neck. He just wanted to touch my neck where a rope had been that hanged me. He said he could feel how my skin was still rough where the rope was embedded. We went to a mirror so I could see the marks, there was no doubt that I had been hanged. Two red lines on the side of my neck and one across my throat. My eyes were still red and swollen like I just woke up. Greg stayed with me as I finished getting dressed. It was funny how much he was still enjoying it. I wished I had enough energy right then to show him what it felt like. He paid a

price later though.

Over the next year I witnessed 7 other guy get hanged, almost once a month. A few guys from the wrestling team got to witness a hanging after a water polo guy knowingly hit on a wrestlers girlfriend. We asked them if we would take care of it our way. They sent a few of their guys over to see how we would take care of it and they were satisfied it was. Rules were made up by the seniors and a hangman assigned. It became popular to accuse someone of something that could get them hanged. These sometimes backfired causing the accuser to be hanged. Practice runs were done to teach the crew how to handle the accused. I often helped with these since I had some experience. It also gave the hangman a chance to practice tying the ‘tie’ on a real neck. Hangmen were always seniors, I could not be one since I had been hanged - damn rules. In most cases the hangmen were hanged with very light weights to see first hand what it was like. I loved to watch them

practice tying the rope around each others necks. A few times they practiced on mine. Jack became one of the 3 hangmen.

Those who were sentence would sometimes be allowed to set the date and time of their hanging for personal reasons or if the gym was not available. Two guys set their dates together for the last day before spring break. It was very ceremonial and attendance was high. Only certain member were allowed to attend. Some were able to bring friends that agreed to the rules, which made them subject to be hanged. Tony, the original ‘Hangman’ was there to hang one of the guys. Alumni often would come to watch when dates were set. Tony came to me and fingered my throat. He liked to remind me that he tied the rope that around my neck ‘right there’ that hanged me. ’Hangman’ as he was called must have hanged at least 4 other guys before he graduated that year. I always hated to find out I missed one.

The two guys to be hanged were friends with each other and came together. They came on time and visited with Tony and the guys that would tie their hands and set things up. We all joked for a while and the two nervously laughed and both wanted Tony to be their hangman since he was like a celebrity. He said he would be glad to hang the first to be hanged. I was often the brunt of the joke for those who came to watch since I was the first to officially be hanged and had wear a noose tie that indicated I had been hanged before. Pulling on my tie always seemed to be a must for some guys. So, I waited with the two guys in the hallway as they sat things up in the gym and people started to show. They wanted to know what to expect even though they had seen others hang before. The two were sophomores and got caught trying to setup another teammate so he would be accused. Only one was involved but neither would not flip on his friend, so they both had to hang. We

went into the restroom so they could piss one last time and change into their gym shorts. Eric was short with a lean, gymnast body. I could not wait to see him with a tie around his neck. Jared was tall and handsome, almost to good looking to hang. I think he was hoping Eric would admit it was him that pulled the prank but by now it was too late. And neither were shy about having to strip with a hard dick standing straight up. They didn’t say anything but took time to look at each other. We walked back into the hallway where three guys, one of them Greg, stood with ropes to tie their hands behind their backs. They both faced each other as the crew tied their hands behind their back. Everything started late in the evening and the first hanging was to be at 10:00P.M. They were hanged separately and a flip of a coin determine who went first. Just before 10:00 a signal was sent to bring them both in for the official comments. We brought them in and stood

them by their noose. Finally they were asked if they accepted their sentence to hang. They both nodded yes and the coin was flipped. Jared won the toss and took Eric back to the hall were another friend of his waited with him. Tony hanged Jared like a pro at exactly 10:00 P.M. It was awesome to see Tony work on someone else’s neck. After they took Jared down and into the locker room, Eric was brought in and Jack was his hangman. As Eric walked toward the scaffold the veins in his neck were already popping out. After Jack tied the rope around his neck the veins were really bulging. Up to then it was the hottest hanging I had seen. I helped take Eric down and helped him to the locker room. His cute neck had the best rope burns. In all it took over an hour for both hangings and ceremony.

Since I had been hanged I couldn’t be hanged again but I could not get someone else hanged. But it didn’t prevent me from paying someone to do it for me. It was a great setup. He was found with the keys to a seniors car in his jacket pockets. A mini-trial found him guilty and sentenced to ‘HANG’. He denied ever having the keys and they determined that he should be hanged immediately. We took him to his locker and made him strip and put on his gym shorts. It was impossible for him to conceal his dick getting hard as he striped. I told him “ don’t worry, it happens to everyone”. He put on his shorts and I turned him around to tie his hands. I wrapped the rope around one wrist then the other. Everyone else went to setup and only I and another guard stood behind. I sat on the bench with him and told him I was glad to be a part of his hanging. Then I told him it was the best ten bucks I ever spent. He said he could not believe I would pay that

just to tie his hands. Then I said : “not for that, to have the keys put in your jacket”. Greg stood up and turned with a shocked look as if he just lost a big game. Since I had a alibi no one was going to believe I set him up. I told him: “you got to see me hang first but I got you to be hanged , so I win“. We had to wait until things were setup and guest could show. He sat quite and shook his head. He always knew he would end up with a rope around his neck someday, but to hang because of me really made it seem more real.

A messenger soon came and announced it was time for the show. We escorted Greg to the gym where everyone was waiting for the guest of honor. It seemed that there were a lot of guys that wanted to see Greg hang. He slowed as he saw the noose waiting for him under the scaffold. We stood him next to the noose as a few ceremonial comments were made. Then it was announced : “Greg you are sentenced to hang do you have any final words”. He looked at me and said: “NO!”. Then hangman un-tied the noose and tied the ’Russian tie’ around his neck. A strap was tied around his legs at his knees. He still looked shocked and he glared at me the whole time they tied the rope around his cute little neck. It is one thing to hang after being caught doing something to get you hanged. But when you are set up and did nothing wrong is really humiliating. All I could do is smile and run my finger across my throat. It took almost a year but his was the best hanging of all

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Cove x MC - One Shot #4 (NSFW 18+ request)

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CONTENT WARNING: NSFW 18+, I wrote this with any kind of MC in mind, so hopefully it fits for you!

The sun was setting on another summer evening. You waded out of the ocean, intentionally a few steps behind Cove to admire the toned muscles on his tan back. He strode out of the water with ease and collapsed onto your colorful knit quilt. Sand clung to your feet as you emerged from the ocean to join him. Cove was on his back, elbows propping up his upper half. His head pointed towards the indigo sky. You paused in front of the blanket, considering how to lower yourself onto it without bringing the sand with you.

Aware of your presence, Cove raised his head and made eye contact with you. His soaked hair swept away from his face and his cheeks were still slightly pink from the sun exposure. His innocent gaze traveled down your body. You stood frozen, struck by the adoration in his ocean eyes. You noticed the color of his cheeks deepen and spread to his ears. His eyes darted away and he stuck out his bottom lip in a small pout.

Cove: How did I not notice that earlier?

You looked down at your own body quizzically, scanning for an abnormality. Oh, there it was. The anklet. You usually took it off before hitting the beach, but it must have slipped your mind earlier. You kicked your decorated foot towards Cove.

Y/N: Notice what? Notice this?

Cove closed his eyes and hummed, trying to hide his amusement. His reaction stirred excitement within you. Your voice was saccharine and dripping with ironic innocence.

Y/N: I swear I didn’t mean to wear it. I forgot to take it off earlier.

Cove: For some reason I don’t believe you.

You lowered your foot and crossed your arms over your chest. Cove peeked his eyes open, relief washing over his face.

Y/N: And I don’t believe that you’re not thrilled to see it on my ankle.

You had him there, and Cove knew it. He motioned for you to join him on the blanket. Your earlier struggle reemerged. Without thinking, you dropped your knees first, then flopped the rest of your body onto the quilt. You landed with an “oof” and Cove cackled at your lack of grace.

Cove: Y/N…

You propped your head onto your hands and kicked your feet upwards towards your rear. The anklet danced enticingly in Cove’s eyeline. This display more than made up for your clumsy blanket landing.

Y/N: Yes, Cove?

Cove decided he had nothing to say. He took your face in his hands and kissed you sensually. You returned the kiss, melting under the shock of his sudden forwardness.

You parted your lips hungrily. You felt the warmth of Cove’s tongue threaten to clash with yours. You thrust your tongue forward daringly. A low moan escaped Cove’s throat. He pushed the kiss deeper and flipped you onto your back.

The kiss broke apart. Cove stared into your eyes, causing your head to spin.

Cove: Can we go?

You nodded, quite aware of his intentions. Cove helped you up and grabbed a corner of the blanket in one hand while holding yours in the other. You walked in silence toward the Holden residence. As you grew closer, Cove’s pace slowed. The light was on inside the house. Mr. Holden was home, and awake. Cove’s tone was dejected and frustrated.

Cove: There is no way we can casually waltz into my room with dad home. No way.

You felt determined to make this happen. You looked over to your house, a beacon of hope. You knew your moms and Liz were home, but the light downstairs was off. You tugged Cove’s arm in the direction of your house.

Y/N: Let’s climb into my room through the window, Cove-style.

Cove: Uhhh, your family is home. Are you sure about this?

Y/N: We’ll be quiet. And the risk is a little exciting, isn’t it?

Cove hesitated, but followed your lead. The risk of detection was higher at your house, so you never got down with Cove in your room. The thought of getting frisky with Cove somewhere new made your blood pump faster. You walked in silent anticipation until you arrived at the scaffolding up to your window.

Y/N: You can drop the blanket there. Give me a boost?

Cove obliged without a word, obviously lost in his own head again. He supported your waist as you climbed. You grimaced and pried open the window slowly, trying to reduce the squeak of the hinges. You stealthily slipped inside and landed on your feet. When you turned around, Cove perched familiarly in the window with a nervous expression.

Y/N: Get in here and close the window.

Cove: Are you going to turn the light on?

You shook your head.

Y/N: Too risky, we’re relying on the romantic moonlight tonight.

Cove did his best to enter gracefully, his height and the darkness working against him. You held your breath until the boy was inside. He closed the window behind him and stood awkwardly in front of you.

Cove blushed, his features barely visible in the soft moonlight. You stepped toward him and tickled your finger under his chin, leading him to your bed. He followed, eyes glued to your inviting lips. You fell backwards onto your bed with a soft thwump. Cove leaned into you, inches away from a kiss, then paused.

Cove: Y/N, we aren't exactly prepared to do anything here, are we?

The vagueness of his wording wasn’t surprising. This wouldn’t be your first time going all the way with Cove, but he was still learning how to speak candidly about it. You squirmed away from Cove and reached into your bedside table drawer. Using one hand, you blindly felt around until you felt the familiar packaging. You produced the condom and presented it to Cove with a shining grin. His mouth fell open and his cheeks grew red.

Cove: Why do you have that? We never… do anything here…

His voice drifted off quietly.

Y/N: Call it wishful thinking.

Cove avoided your gaze, unsatisfied with your answer. You hooked your arms around his neck, the condom still poking between your index and middle finger. In this new position, Cove had to face you head on.

Y/N: I have a gorgeous boyfriend who is almost always half naked. It’s not absurd to be prepared.

Cove chuckled sheepishly at that response. He took the condom from your fingers and peeled one corner. He placed the half opened package on the edge of your bedside table for easy access when the time was right. Cove faced you again, ready to devote his undivided attention to you.

Cove: I have one more concern.

You raised one eyebrow, indicating you wanted Cove to continue. He hesitated, searching his mind for the right words to use. He caressed your cheek while he thought. Finally, he settled on something.

Cove: You’re uh— loud.

You felt your face burning up with embarrassment, but you couldn’t argue. You clenched your jaw, trying to think of a retort. Instead, a mischievous grin spread across your face. You grabbed the hand still caressing your cheek and guided his fingers to your lips.

Y/N: Why don’t you put these to use.

Your voice came out low and husky. That was enough to set off Cove. He lunged at your lips with his. The kiss felt intoxicating. You entangled your fingers in Cove’s damp seafoam locks. He ran his warm hands up and down your torso and chest. His right hand lingered for a moment on your hip, then traced down your leg. Lips still connected, he grabbed your adorned ankle and lifted it towards his shoulder.

Cove pulled back from the kiss. You almost didn’t recognize the passionate hunger in his eyes, but a familiarly pensive look crossed his flushed face. Calculating his next move was causing a bit of inner turmoil. You stared up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. The feeling traveled downward within you.

Cove loosened his grip on your ankle and turned his face to it. He gently pecked around the ankle with small kisses and bites. You shuddered at the sensation. You felt a heightened sense of vulnerability with your legs spread and exposed to Cove. He pressed his crotch forward into yours as he traced his tongue from your ankle up your leg. You felt his hardness twitch against your crotch. His tongue trailed and broke off before it reached your knee.

Cove lowered your leg and released it as he leaned in to kiss you again. His hands toyed with the hem of your swimsuit bottoms and you allowed him to remove them. Now completely naked, you wanted Cove on the same page. You curved your fingers into the hem of his swim trunks and helped lower them. He stood up to kick them off entirely. You scrambled to sit up straight, you wanted to use this opportunity to shift the position. Cove noticed your sudden movement and became concerned.

Cove: Is everything okay, Y/N?

You nodded coquettishly and beckoned for Cove with your finger. His erection grew as he scanned you with lust burgeoning within.

Y/N: Get back here, you.

Cove rested his knee on the bed and prepared to loom above you, but you shifted your weight and pinned him to the bed. His head landed on your pillow and his eyes widened. You situated yourself on top, straddling your legs on either side of him. The reality of the situation weighed down on his mind. There was nothing between your bodies.

Cove’s face was burning red, but he didn’t break eye contact. His unusual boldness only turned you on more. You pressed your body closer to his and teased your lips above his. His hands gripped your hips and threatened to move lower. You moved closer to his ear and spoke in a low whisper before running your tongue down his lobe.

Y/N: Go lower, I dare you.

Cove whimpered and allowed his hands to move onto your ass. He squeezed hard and spread your cheeks. Your body tingled and you managed to stifle a moan by biting your lip. He bucked his hips forward, grinding your crotches together. You ran your hands over his defined pecs and pinched his nipples.

You felt about ready to burst and could tell Cove was equally tantalized. He instinctively reached for the condom and removed it from the packaging. You sat back to allow him room to slip it on. Cove’s warm hands caressed your thighs and coaxed you forward.

You held his gaze as you lowered yourself onto his erect penis. His bright eyes widened, then closed as he felt you wrap around him. He parted his lips, allowing his next words to barely escape.

Cove: Y/N, fuck…

Curse words and Cove rarely mixed, but when they did you felt it in your bones. You stabilized yourself by resting your palms on Cove’s toned abdomen. Using this position for leverage, you lifted yourself, then came back down. Cove’s eyes shut tight and his lip quivered. You gradually increased the pace, keeping an eye on Cove’s reaction.

Cove's eyes lidded heavily, his mouth agape with small gasps. You felt the warmth of his hands crawling up your torso and across your chest. One hand remained groping your chest while the other moved upward to caress your face. He took one of your nipples between his fingers and pinched. You couldn’t contain the pleasured moan that escaped from your mouth.

Cove furrowed his brows and huffed. He continued working your nipple, but his other hand drew closer to your mouth. His thumb traced the outline of your lips. He eyed you carefully, anticipating your next move. You parted your lips and used your tongue to tease Cove’s thumb into your mouth. Testing the waters, he pinched your nipple harder. You bit down gently on the tip of his thumb and moaned. The sound was sufficiently stifled by Cove’s thumb.

Suddenly, he pulled back and held your hips firmly in place.

Y/N: Cove?

Cove controlled his breathing, but his flushed face betrayed his true feelings. Flustered and teetering on the edge, he whispered.

Cove: Could you lie on your back?

You eased off of him and scooted backwards. Cove sat up and pushed you flat against the bed. He aligned himself in front of you and hiked your legs upward to hang your legs on each of his shoulders. One hand twirled your anklet while the other anchored onto your hip bone.

Cove inserted himself into you again, exhaling a low rumbling groan. He began thrusting, gently but firmly. Your body felt hot. Your skin was throbbing with passion and damp with sweat. You wanted more.

Y/N: Cove— hhhf. Haa— harder.

Your thirst imbued Cove with confidence. He leaned forward to kiss you, still draped by your legs. You spread your arms above your head and gripped the mattress, bracing yourself. He dug his hands into your hair and pulled.

His thrusts became more powerful and deliberate. You moaned deeply into his mouth. The new position created a tightness around Cove’s dick that drove him mad. He began to fondle you externally to match your climax to his.

You peered through your hazy vision into Cove’s focused expression. Your eyes met in a moment of passion and bliss, sending each other over the edge.

Cove: Y/N— I’m, fuck… Are you—

You felt the familiar throbbing of Cove finishing within you, which fueled your own climax. Cove’s mouth was on yours before you could cry out, muffling your inevitable moan. Your body shuddered with waves of electric pleasure.

Cove separated himself from you and pulled out. He flopped onto the bed next to you, hand resting on his pounding chest. You nuzzled into him, embracing the heat and dampness of his skin.

Y/N: So that was amazing.

Coming down from the high of orgasm, Cove fell into thought. You propped yourself on one elbow to analyze his expression. His eyes were half-lidded and watery. The trademark blush was exactly where it belonged. The gentle smile on his lips parted to speak.

Cove: I love you, Y/N. I think about that a lot. You know that. But moments like this make me feel so much closer to you.

He paused to gauge your reaction. You nodded to let him continue.

Cove: You’re incredibly special, and I’m so lucky that you were⁠— er, are patient with me. And that’s all I have to say on the matter...

Cove became aware of his words and grew quieter. You chuckled at his sudden self-consciousness.

Y/N: My big softie. I love you, Cove.

Cove’s eyes crinkled adorably with his grin. He wrapped you in a big hug and brought your head to his chest. You listened to his rhythmic heartbeat while he stroked your hair. The anklet-driven evening came to a satisfying end.

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SORRY!!! IT GETS BETTER. Just not...right now. The haki slips under the radar until the escape, and small mercies that it does, because if it had become known Shanks probably would have been just killed outright, despite the blow it would have given the PR situation. So if Mihawk seems to fall strangely ill/go weak during the times when Shanks in in heavy distress, well, everyone knows he has convoluted attachment to the kid, he's just having hysterics on his behalf or something. Ah, about that. It's going to be particularly stringent punishment in this case, since they specifically told him to keep Shanks quiet .Here's another part from that scene that touches up on that,

"Mihawk."

Mihawk nearly startles at the sound of his name; coming delineated and crisp from Sakazuki's mouth, it's in such stark contrast with Shank's cries that for a moment he's not sure it belongs to him.

Shanks throws himself forward again at that moment, and distracted, Mihawk pitches forward with him, losing his grip on him before managing to latch his hands to the boy's' waist at the last moment.

Stop, he thinks as he feels the specter of Sakazuki's form lengthen, begin to approach. Stop. Red, stop. 

But he does not stop. Can't stop anymore than Mihawk can let him go.

The prisoner's guards are clustered at the base of the scaffold now, Mihawk sees in flashes as they begin to lead the prisoner around it towards the deadly lift at its back. No, they are not leading him, not anymore. The prisoner is being all but dragged now, and he's looking back through the guards as he does, his body twisting to do so.

He's looking at Shanks.

Mihawk feels the shudder that runs through Shanks' thin frame when he locks eyes with the man across the square, and the low, wordless exclamation that drops from his mouth then is worse than any of his previous screams. 

It's quiet enough that Mihawk is sure only he heard it, but the guards seem to move in response to it, hustling their prisoner away even faster, making him stumble.

Shanks' hands are free now, he throws them outwards. "Tarō, Tarō! Wait, don't! Wait, WAIT! Stop it, STOP, STOP, LET HIM GO-"

"-Mihawk!" That's Mihawk's name rising above the screams again, and the displeasure it's spoken with this time hits Mihawk like a physical blow. Sakazuki looms at his back, five or so feet from them. Ahead of them, the guards ar shoving the prisoner-

"Tarō! WAIT, WAIT!"  - Tarō into the lift. 

Shanks' body contorts, body flailing while his arms remain outstretched, and one foot rises and kicks back as he tries for some leverage, the heel of his shoe catching solidly against Mihawk's leg, just below the knee. The sudden burst of pain overwhelms Mihawks' still-weak knee, and there's nothing he can do in time to stop his crash to his knees, or to stop Shanks from being dragged down with him.

Even now half-pinned under him, Shanks doesn't stop his struggling. But now, Mihawk has more leverage. He presses Shanks to him tightly, caging him in with his body, ignoring the pitiful sound his arms force from the boy - the way his cries break for a moment.

A moment Sakzuki seizes. 

"Shut him up." Sakazuki says. He doesn't step closer. But he doesn't have to. Mihawk feels his intent like a dark void at his back, the promise of a pitch-back alleyway or long-abandoned passage. 

Cradled against him, Shanks is oblivious, his mind across the square with prisoner, unaware of the betrayal Mihawk is about to commit. Must commit.

"Mihawk," Sakazuki says a third time, and Mihawk doesn't wait a moment longer. He crosses as much of one arm as he can over Shanks' body, slips his other arm up, and presses his trembling hand over Shanks' mouth. 

pre-execution drama in the loguetown au, could make for a bit of PR mess; The cry to cut comes through the sound of several rifles cocking, Mihawk barely hears either through the ringing in his ears. But he feels the rifles raise in their blocky arcs, and he's already pulling Shanks back before they come to bear. No, Mihawk yanks Shanks back with almost every ounce of strength his has in his body, and barely arrests the boy's desperate charge forward. He hooks his fingers into Shanks' collar, desperate himself to keep hold of him, but Shanks rips himself free and runs forward.  "Tarō!" he shrieks, so shrill that even steps away from him Mihawk winces. "Tarō!"                                      From behind the row of gun muzzles pointed at them, movement comes from within the ring of guards around the prisoner, Mihawk feels the shock that sweeps outward at Shanks' cry like a like a gust of wind. But he has no attention to spare for what that means; one of the Marines steps out of formation to block Shanks' path, his rifle swinging free as he seizes Shanks around his upper left arm and bodily throws him in the opposite direction, Mihawk's direction. Shanks crashes against him and they both stumble backwards for a few feet before Mihawk locks his legs, one hand fisted tight in Shanks' white jacket, his arm yoked across the boy's shoulders. "No!" Shanks cries, but it's with a dazed quality that makes his voice less earsplitting than moments ago. He's disoriented but thrashes weakly, Mihawk puts everything he has into maintaining his hold on him. "Let go!" Mihawk does not let go. His breastbone aches where Shanks' head slammed into it, and under the pain his heart is beating a rapid tempo. The ringing in his ears has not cleared, and he's suddenly aware of an accompanying pressure on the base of his skull. It bears down on his shoulders and seems to envelop his body with every passing second, until his knees wobble, filled from nowhere with a bone-deep ache.  For a single moment he wants nothing more than to drop to his knees to relieve it. What is- What is happening-  Mihawk's body jerks forward and the pressure recedes, morphing into a burn in both arms, Shanks has recovered enough to begin to struggle in earnest, straining forward and threatening to break from Mihawk's grasp again.  From later on in the same scene;

It's in pure desperation that he fights Mihawk's hands now, and as he fights, he screams. Mihawk has never heard Shanks make those sounds before, but he has heard them all the same. 

An ewe lamb had gotten stuck in a briar patch once, and had torn itself half to shreds before it had been found. It had been screaming when Mihawk had gotten to it, and went on screaming and screaming as Mihawk had bloodied himself trying to get it out of the thicket, the pain of torn skin and fingers an afterthought. They had been the screams of a child, but not the screams of a human, both guttural and agonized together. Those are the screams that come from Shanks now, and Mihawk's fingers tingle with the memory of a thousand needle-sharp points. In his arms Shanks feels no different from that baby lamb, warm and red and insane from the pain.   "Tarō!" Shanks howls, nothing human in that cry except for the name of the dead man in front of them. The Tarō mentioned in these scenes is an actual member of the Roger pirates, here and here,