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qiutls · 1 year

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TNGDH 003

God, please do something about this damn hamster otaku, please!

“Right now, why is one side of your fur flat?”

Is this your first time seeing a human, no, a hamster who slept on his side all day?

“You look shockingly adorable.”

H-hey, move your mouth away! A muzzle, someone get him a muzzle! Please put this bastard in a muzzle!

The level headed and strict leader of the North, the strongest of the Minehardt empire, the Grand Duke of blood... Bullshit! People sang silly praises as if one look from his eyes is enough to kill thousands.

You can only kiss ten times; ten times is enough! After that, please move your face, okay?!

“Cashew nut, I thought you were sick, you slept for a really long time.”

Unfortunately, I’m perfectly fine. I seem to have heard that hamsters usually sleep long. I didn’t know I would sleep this much as well. Knowing Kyle’s obsession, I should prevent myself from getting sick in the future. It seems like if I cough just one time, he would order to close all of Blake estate’s windows and burn fire in the fireplace until the air is boiling warm.

Kyle, who confirmed that I woke up, took me in his hand again and began to kiss me like crazy. Thanks to you it seems like I’ll die an easy death.

― Squeak [ Let go! ]

Let me go! Are you not going to? I’ll bite you and you’ll see how scary a hamster can be!

[ Quest! Quest! (⊙﹏⊙) ]

The system appeared in a hurry to prevent me from biting Kyle. I was already holding his index finger with both of my hands, ready to sink my teeth into his skin, then I paused and stared still.

Right... I forgot I was supposed to act as a friendly hamster.

He was annoying me so bad that I almost forgot my duty to be a companion hamster and almost bit his finger off. Anyway, at least I didn’t bite him yet.

That’s right, I’m an intellectual, I’m just in a hamster’s body right now, but actually I’m a 27-year-old human who graduated higher education. If I really bit Kyle because I was annoyed, what would be the difference between me and a real hamster!

I’m an intelligent being. That’s right.

“Just now...”

Kyle looked at me with a slightly shocked look. By any chance, did he know I was about to bite him? I felt a little embarrassed and turned my head away.

What about it? Why?

I didn’t bite you. I just put my mouth close to your finger. Anyways, how did you even realize what my intentions were? Do you have such a powerful sixth-sense? As expected of the Northern Grand Duke, at this rate...

“Cashew nut, did you just try to kiss me just now? That’s so cute.”

Come on! You’re more tactless than a bear... You’re not the Great Northern Duke, you’re just a Great Northern Bear! Anyway, it’s good that I was able to endure the frustration, it seems like the quest was completed safely.

[ Miracle value 1.3% ]

What’s with this number...

When the rewards said a small increase in miracle value, they really meant small... At this rate, how long would it take to be able to come back to life? I’d rather die than suffer this much.

[ (งωง́°) A chance to retain human characteristics! ]

At one ear, I listened to Kyle’s silly praises and on the other I listened to the system’s rewards.

[ You’ll be able to be a hamster that resembles a human. No, you might even be able to turn into a human! ]

That’s great! Good job system! By any chance will I really be able to transform into a human? If you had that power, you should’ve made me human from the start. Transmigrating into a hamster really is bit... Anyways, I’m not giving up on saving Kyle even if I turned human, so please do something about this hamster body!

[ First, run on the hamster wheel for a thousand times! ]

What?

[ Quest: Run on the hamster wheel x1000 ]

[ Reward: “Summon” ]

A thousand times?! Are you kidding me? What the hell does ‘Summon’ mean? Summon a falcon? Are you hearing yourself right now?

I clenched my fist and looked up. You bastard, let me hit you one time before I start the quest, okay? Put your chin close and I’ll punch you just one time!

[ (˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅);;; ]

Don’t cry, tears have no effect on me. Besides not knowing what ‘Summon’ is, are you even in your right mind to make me do one thousand laps on the hamster wheel? It’s not as if the reward is to change into a human immediately.

All right, if you let me know what the reward is, I’ll do the quest. If it’s not good just give me a different quest.

[ It’s a good reward! ]

I raised my clenched fist again. Don’t try to get away with it. I always check a website’s terms and conditions when signing up. I’m not gonna be tricked by a measly system!

[ (́ඉ⌓ඉ);;; ]

While I was struggling with the system, Kyle kept rubbing my forehead, my back and behind my ears. That’s fine, as long as you’re happy. It’s way better than kissing, and it also won’t damage my fur.

[ At best, I can only give you a hint. ]

The system blinked a few times, as if to say sorry.

[ If the quest is more detailed, the conditions for receiving the reward will be tricky. ]

It didn’t seem like a lie, and there’s really no need to lie to me in the first place. Although it’s a bit suspicious, it is helping to save me. It’s even using strange emoticons to look friendly. Anyways, there’s no other way out, I might as well trust this system.

By the way, why do I have to suffer like this for miracle value. If I split the sea like Moses, would that count as a miracle?

[ I'll give you 10%! (✧•⌄•) ]

I’ve split the sea, it’s salty... He’s lamenting at the fact that splitting the sea is only 10% miracle value.

I looked up at Kyle who was kneading my front paws. Whatever let’s just save this guy. Even though I dropped this novel at the middle, when Kyle was alive, I read this book diligently. Kyle Jane Minehardt was at odds with Belial, the main lead and the second prince of the Minehardt empire. Both of them loved the same woman, and Belial who he was at odds against, often insulted him. After confirming that Kyle is in love with Serena, he began to completely antagonize him.

Come to think of it, did Kyle really love Serena, who said he was a bloodthirsty and tearless duke? It’s hard to imagine why he was so obsessed with the heroine.

“You have pink toes and nose, how fascinating.”

On second thought, I think I can imagine it. Your highness, please don’t do this anywhere else. Men and women of all ages might flee to the southern end of the country if they see you like this. Also, does Your highness know that you look a bit scarier when you smile?

Anyways, it would be really nice if this hamster otaku releases me soon. Right, now I just need to run around for a thousand laps, no more no less. God, why are you punishing such a kind hamster like me.

“Your Highness, are you inside?”

A knock on the door sounded across the room. Hearing the faint sound of footsteps, it must be a servant of the Blake estate. Kyle carefully put me back into the house and straightened his clothes. His face slowly hardened and he looked really cold, like a sharp blade made of only the coldest wind in the north.

“Come in.”

“Your Highness, I think you should take a look around the estate before you go on a mission tomorrow. It just so happens that it’s time for the merchants to arrive.”

"All right.”

His deep and grave voice rang. He looked really serious and did not use any useless words. Kyle talked to this man and handed over the documents that was originally on his desk. Their conversations passed so fast that if I relaxed a little, I would’ve missed three topics.

Although a hamster has no need to know the work of the Grand Duke, just in case...

That’s right, he originally is this type of person.

Somehow, I felt strange the whole time. Seeing his unfamiliar appearance, his tightly closed lips, his calm eyes, his relaxed yet heavy hand gestures, made Kyle look like a completely different person.

This is how he normally is, what he’s like to me is... also another side of his personality.

“I’ll be back.”

There was a shadow over my head, and I saw Kyle looking at me affectionately.

“It must be boring being alone, but just wait a little bit. I’ll be back soon.”

No, this is the estate’s business, you shouldn’t do it half-heartedly! Please check thoroughly before you come back.

Kyle looked at me, his eyes laced with regret, but he left the study without hesitating for long. Indeed, it was the middle of the busy period. It was time for the Blake estate to be noisy, inside and out.

The northern land is barren and half of the year, it is winter. It is often flooded with horses and the imperial family is always looking for the opportunity to remove Kyle, who has become a great duke. So there's a lot of people who will try to kill him, not only through secret assassination attempts, but also openly attacking him. Even then, ten people are not enough to take him down.

It says that the north is flooded with horses, I think its because they export and import a lot because they can’t grow everything they need in the north’s condition. And because there’s a lot of people going in and out of the territory, it’s easy for the imperial family & other nobles who want to take him down to send assassins.

I can help you fight Belial, but there’s no way to stop you from overworking.

Well, it’s a bit funny to worry about a lively spirited man like this. My nose is currently 1/3 the size of my body, I should be worried about me instead. I looked at the wheel and groaned.

Why is it so big?

Is this still a hamster wheel? It’s more like a Ferris wheel. Running around this, let alone a small hamster, anyone’s joints would fall out. Wait a minute, looking at the gold plating of this wheel’s frame.... Does the Duke of Blake shit money? In fact, people of the north put gold powder instead of cheese on their pasta, right?

Even if I had to run on a small wheel, it’s hard to do it for a thousand rounds, I can already feel my knees hurting thinking of running on this big wheel.

[ Fighting! ]

As a human, I didn’t even work out because I hated running on treadmills. But it’s fine even if I didn’t work out because, I also didn’t eat snacks even if I wanted to. I’m not making an excuse, but all developers are like that anyways. Playing the game I made is also exercise, not to mention, I’m so busy that there’s really no time to work out. I can’t even remember my family’s faces because I was so busy. I never thought I would voluntarily run in this lifetime.

God. I’m dying.

Sure enough, I was already out of breath before being able to run on it properly. I knew I had poor stamina, but combined with a hamster’s endurance, I felt like the weakest person in the whole world. I ran exactly three rounds, and even slipped and fell flat on my face and went around half a turn like that. I really can’t do this.

But listen developers are inherently worse at exercising than others. If I had broad shoulders and good stamina, I wouldn’t be a developer! I would’ve been a health trainer, drinking protein shake in the morning. In our profession, we would succeed even if we didn’t have a healthy body.

Ah, I don’t know. I won’t do it. No, I can’t do it. Just catch and kill me.

[☞☜☞Summon☜☜☜]

The system even made a typo, because of how urgent it wanted to send. The typo is the hand arrows, if you look at it closely.

Whatever. I don’t care whether you’re in a hurry or not, Kyle is far away anyways, so let’s take a nap. There’s only one good thing after transmigrating, taking a nap without having to worry about work is really... It’s the best!

It will look funny if only one side of my fur is flat, let’s sleep on the other side to make it even. I used the sawdust as cushion and curled up to my side. After the interrupter left the room, it was now silent.

It’s been a long time since I felt so relaxed.

Even as a human, this kind of peace was something I never experienced. novel ⠀✿⠀ next

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just-another-blog-of-fluff · 3 years

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The Waiting Game

Warnings: tickling, fluff

Word count: 3200

I'm not as happy with how this one came out as the last two, but if I keep thinking about it I'll never post it so... hope it's alright!

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You knew you shouldn’t tell anyone. You knew there would be consequences. But it was just too good of an opportunity to pass up.

You had been taking care of your friend’s pet hamster while they were away for the weekend. For the most part, you’d kept it in your room in its cage to avoid bothering the others with all the noise it made overnight, running on its squeaky wheel at all hours. When everyone else had left the compound for the day, you decided the poor animal could use some real exercise. You had placed the critter in his little hamster ball and brought him to the common area so he could roll around freely.

Except, the little door that closed the ball wasn’t latched all the way. Oops.

Before you knew it, you were crawling around on your hands and knees trying to locate your friend’s pet. You left little snacks out around the room in hopes it would get curious and come out of hiding to munch on something. You were so focused on the task at hand you hadn’t noticed Loki had entered the room, until you heard his voice behind you.

“What in the norns are you doing?” he inquired. You turned to look at him, just as you saw a little fuzzy creature tear across the room and right in front of the dark-haired god. He let out a somewhat undignified yelp as he jumped back. Luckily, the hamster stopped at one of the treats you’d left for him, giving you ample opportunity to scoop him up in your hands. “W-what is that?”

“This is my friend’s hamster!” you explained, giggling at his reaction. “The better question is – what was that noise you made? Don’t tell me you’re afraid of this little thing?”

“Of course not! It merely startled me, is all,” he quickly insisted. You held the hamster out toward him, and Loki took a nearly imperceptible step backward.

“Mmhmm, ok. Not scared. Got it.” Grinning, you moved your hand back and petted the hamster gently on the head. “What would the others think if they knew you a tiny little rodent made you freak out?”

Loki narrowed his eyes at you. “Never speak of this,” he demanded, pointing a finger firmly at you to emphasize. He quickly left the room after that, likely to regain his composure.

But you couldn’t just not tell anyone about this gold nugget of information you’d just learned. So, naturally, you told his brother. And Thor, not one for keeping secrets, told everyone else. Needless to say, there was quite a bit of teasing over the next couple of days. You steered clear of the god, knowing he would not take kindly to your having informed the rest of the team about the little incident.

You couldn’t avoid him forever, though. A couple days later, after having returned the pet to your friend, you were making breakfast for yourself in the kitchen when Loki’s voice echoed from the doorway.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he stated, his tone ominous. You turned from the stove to meet his eye, smiling sweetly to mask your nervousness at being confronted by the trickster.

“No, of course not! We just haven’t crossed paths,” you fibbed. He rolled his eyes.

“Oh yes – I suppose yesterday in the hallway you just realized you forgot something SO important you had to literally sprint in the opposite direction as you saw me approach?”

“Oh… alright, fine. Yes, I’ve been avoiding you. Wouldn’t you do the same?” Loki stepped into the kitchen, taking a few gradual steps toward you.

“You must know there are consequences when you cross me,” he warned. “You humiliated me, and so I think it only fair I do the same to you.”

“Well good luck with that, I’m an open book. There’s no secrets you can use against me,” you quipped.

“You see, I thought that may be the case, so I started querying the other Avengers,” he explained, now standing only a few feet away from you. Instinctively, you put down your half-cooked breakfast and took a step away from the advancing Asgardian. “Most of them had fairly useless information – scared of spiders, fairly standard human weakness… sleeps with a stuffed bear, which everyone already seemed to know about…”

“Please. That’s not embarrassing,” you huffed.

“…and then I spoke to the spider child. He provided me with some very interesting information about you.” Loki smirked, causing you to laugh nervously.

“Oh, do tell,” you urged, folding your arms across your chest, and trying to play it off as a laugh of disbelief. Loki had now backed you into the corner of the kitchen, which you hadn’t realized until your back met the cold plaster of the wall.

“He informed me that the only time he’s ever seen you truly flustered and embarrassed was during one of your sparring matches, when he accidentally learned about your little secret.” Realization dawned on you, and you tensed up immediately. “He described how you’d begged him not to tell anyone, and he hadn’t up until this point. Apparently he finds me threatening, so it wasn’t difficult to convince him to start talking.”

“I-I don’t know what he could possibly be talking about,” you muttered.

“I think you do,” Loki argued. He pounced at you, lunging with his hands aimed at your sides, causing you to squeak and curl into yourself. His hands stopped inches away from you, close enough that your skin tingled from sheer proximity to his fingertips. “You’re ticklish. Severely, based on that reaction.”

“Pshh, no I’m not! That’s… that’s ridiculous,” you denied, your lie exposed by your nervous giggles and blushing face.

“Mmhmm, I’m sure.” His hands darted toward your belly, again stopping right before he made contact. You yelped and whipped your arms down across your torso to protect yourself. Loki’s smirk only grew wider.

“Ok, fine. You’re right. Just… get it over with!” you begged.

“Oh no. Where would be the fun in that?” he chuckled, stepping back and allowing you space to move away from the wall. “I’ve got to build some anticipation. Catch you when you least expect it.”

“That’s just mean!” you groaned. Loki laughed again, turning around to leave the kitchen. Just before he left, he called over his shoulder.

“You’d better watch your back.”

* * *

Loki’s little game went on for days.

You were on edge at any given moment. Peeking around corners before entering rooms, listening through doors before opening them, trying to ensure your safety before making a move. You half expected him to jump out of nowhere and attack you with tickles on your way down the hallway, but it never happened. Still, you made your travel between rooms as brief as possible.

You wouldn’t say you were dreading the moment he finally did decide to pounce. In fact, in a way the idea made your heart flutter with excitement. What made you most nervous was the thought of the team figuring out you actually enjoyed being tickled, especially Loki. You were certain that that would be the embarrassing part. That, and the fact that you were already flustered by being around Loki long before he figured out this bit of information about you.

You couldn’t always avoid him. There were times that you had to be in the same room for prolonged periods, like during meetings. Loki always seemed to have things set up before you arrived so that the only seat remaining in the room was next to him. You considered sitting on the floor, once, but Steve gave you a scorning look which made you shrink down into the chair beside Loki, albeit begrudgingly. During these meetings, Loki always made sure to keep you on your toes; leaning towards you abruptly and placing his hand on the back of your chair, making you jump, only to whisper something about the meeting presentation, or some ridiculous observation about his brother.

It wasn’t just during work-related gatherings, either. One night, you joined a few of your teammates in the common room to watch a TV show together. Wanda stood up from the couch beside you to go grab a snack from the kitchen, and out of nowhere Loki swooped in and sat down in the spot she previously occupied.

“Good evening,” he greeted you, smirking as you shuffled further toward the edge of the couch to increase the distance between the two of you.

“Loki,” you grunted stiffly in reply.

“Now, y/n, that’s no way to greet your fellow team member,” he scolded tauntingly, clapping a hand on your shoulder, and causing you to flinch away reflexively. He leaned back against the couch, casually propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of you – a stark contrast from your position, huddled in the corner of the couch hugging your knees to your chest in an effort to make yourself as small as possible. “Pray tell, what are we watching?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you huffed. Maybe this whole situation was making you feel a little bratty toward the Asgardian, but in all honesty he really did deserve it.

Suddenly he lunged toward you, causing you to squeak and jolt away from his fingertips. He never touched you, though, closing his fingers around the TV remote sitting on the couch beside you with a smug grin on his face.

“My, my, aren’t we jittery this evening?” he teased, settling back into his seat as he pointed the remote toward the TV to check the guide and find out the show title you had refused to provide.

“Everything alright over there, antsy-pants?” Tony asked, having witnessed the whole interaction.

“Yup! Just peachy,” you replied quickly, shooting Loki a quick glare.

“Peachy? Uh… alright then…” Tony scrutinized you for a moment before turning his attention back to the TV screen.

Needless to say, you didn’t really remember any of the rest of the show from that evening.

Then, as if these group gatherings weren’t enough, there was also your regularly scheduled training sessions. One morning, when Nat had you practicing throwing punches at the punching bag, you sensed Loki lurking around behind you. You turned your head just enough to catch him in your peripheral vision standing a few feet away, observing you silently.

“Better watch yourself – I might just throw one of these punches in your direction,” you threatened, keeping your eye on him as you continued to practice.

“Such hostility,” he teased. “Surely this much stress can’t be good for a mortal such as yourself.” He quickly advanced toward you, causing you to spin around and throw your hands up in front of you in defense. A deep, throaty laugh escaped his lips at your reaction. “You’ve only proven my point. You must learn not to be so tense.” He grabbed hold of your shoulder and turned you around, kneading both shoulders with his strong hands. Under normal circumstances, you’d have melted under his touch, but you were unwilling to let your guard down even for a moment. You grabbed his wrists and turned back to face him, pointing an accusing finger in his face.

“I’m not just going to let you slip past my defenses that easily,” you warned, stepping backward toward the door to leave while he smirked at you in amusement.

“Oh, don’t worry - I’m certain of that.”

* * *

After a week of this charade, you were really getting anxious. You were starting to flinch at every little sound, every rapid movement anyone made in your direction. Even when it wasn’t Loki you were interacting with, you couldn’t help but feel uneasy. The anticipation was literally driving you insane.

You entered the training room that morning ready to release some of your stress in your sparring session. Unfortunately, Steve had started noticing over the last few days that you and Loki were in the middle of some sort of conflict, and so he assigned the two of you as sparring partners, telling you to either fight it out or get over whatever it was. Reluctantly, you stepped out onto the sparring mat and faced your opponent, already starting to feel nervous butterflies in your stomach. Loki shot you his characteristic mischievous smirk, ducking into his fighting stance.

“I’ll do my best to make this a fair fight,” he goaded. You mimicked his stance, narrowing your eyes at him across the mat.

“Just get on with it, Loki,” you ordered. You didn’t wait around for him to make the first move, throwing a quick one-two punch which he dodged easily. He countered with a jab toward your ribs, stopping just before he made contact, but it was enough to make you flinch. You aimed a low-sweeping kick at his ankles but missed again as he hopped over your leg. Frustrated, you threw another sloppy punch toward his shoulder, but he grabbed hold of your wrist and yanked you toward him, spinning you around easily and pinning your arm behind your back, his other hand gripping your waist.

“Do you yield?” he asked, his voice low in your ear. You spun back around and yanked your wrist free in one fluid motion, driving him backward by slamming your forearm into his chest.

“Not just yet,” you grunted, grinning as he stumbled from the unexpected force. Loki quickly regained his balance, wasting no time in lunging at you again. This time, he aimed his hand toward your side, causing you to yelp and twist awkwardly to avoid his touch.

“Did Natasha teach you that move? Your form is getting sloppy.”

“You know exactly what made me move like that,” you muttered, jumping back on the offensive and landing a couple of blows to his shoulder. He retaliated with a jab straight at your stomach, stopping his own momentum early enough that he merely tapped his fist against your belly. You doubled over, wrapping both arms around your torso protectively.

“It seems your fighting skills require quite a bit of work.”

“Damnit, Loki!” you shouted, unable to take it anymore. “If you’re going to do it, just do it!”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh, you know exactly what I mean. You’ve been finding every excuse to lean toward me or make a sudden move in my direction to make me think you’re going to do it. I can’t stand it anymore!” You didn’t quite realize how loudly you were shouting at this point, causing heads to turn in your direction without your noticing. “I know this was all part of your grand plan, to drive me insane with anticipation. You win! I give! Just… get it over with already, please!”

In one swift motion, Loki tackled you flat on your back onto the mat, arms pinned over your head. You felt your stomach somersault, partially from the sudden drop to the floor and partially from the wide smirk on Loki’s face as he hovered over you.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” Loki released both of your wrists and latched both hands to your sides, squeezing rapidly. You burst into uncontrollable laughter at the agonizingly ticklish sensation. Even Loki seemed somewhat taken aback by your reaction. “No wonder you were so concerned; the spider boy certainly wasn’t lying.”

“Damn you Peteheher!!!” you groaned through your laughter. At this point, everyone in the room had stopped what they were doing to see what the sudden commotion was about. You could feel your face burning, knowing everyone’s eyes were on you as Loki tickled you senseless.

You couldn’t bring yourself to fight back very hard, though; after all, you’d been waiting for this to happen for an entire week. You hoped it didn’t seem too obvious. You didn’t dwell on it for long, though, as Loki’s fingers crawled up to your ribs, depriving you of all coherent thought.

“Do you regret spreading humiliating rumors about me yet?” he teased, his smirk widening.

“N-no!”

“Tsk, tsk, wrong answer, darling,” Loki shook his head in mock disappointment, his hands darting back down to your sides so he could dig his thumbs into your hips.

“Lo… Loki… wahahait!” you pleaded, shrieking at the new sensation, and swatting feebly at his hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m not comprehending what you’re trying to tell me.” He was laughing now, clearly enjoying himself as he made you squirm under his torturous fingers. “Come, now, darling; I know you can fight better than that.” You shook your head rapidly, grasping weakly at his wrists. He moved to scribble lightly into your belly, trying to allow you the chance to talk while still keeping you giggling. “Use your words, love.”

“I-I cahahan’t!” you protested.

“You can’t? Or you’ve chosen not to?” Your eyes widened a bit, realizing he’d caught on to you. “Are you enjoying this?”

Blushing furiously, you rolled abruptly to the side to break his hold and scrambled to your feet, gasping for breath. Loki stood as well, staring you down for just a moment before lunging toward you. You turned and began to run, but the god easily caught up to you, grabbing hold of your arm and yanking you backward so he could trap you in what you could only describe as a bear hug.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Um…” Your heart was pounding in your chest from both exertion and embarrassment. “No? That would be… that would be weird.”

“On the contrary; I find it amusing. Dare I say… endearing, even.”

“Really..? Are you sure-” You were cut off by your own hysterical laughter as Loki dug his fingertips into your ribs, tickling you with renewed vigor. With your arms pinned to your sides and your back pressed flush against his chest, there was very little hope of you escaping this time.

“Surely you understand the implications of this newfound knowledge, dear? You’ve provided me with the perfect excuse to torment you whenever I’d like.”

“Stohohop teasing… LOKIHIHI!” you pleaded, your knees going weak as his fingers darted up and down your sides. You’d completely forgotten about everyone else in the room at this point, your mind going fuzzy. The only thing keeping you standing upright at this point was Loki holding your weight up as he tortured you.

By the time he released you from his hold, your stomach hurt from laughing so hard, and tears of mirth blurred your vision. It had been quite some time since anyone had tickled you like that. Heat still prickled in your cheeks, but you felt happy, nonetheless.

“Damn. Now I know how to cheer you up when you’re moping around the tower,” Tony quipped, walking past you and patting your shoulder as everyone finally returned to their own training exercises.

“Shut up, Tony,” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. A swift poke in the sides made you jerk both arms down away from your face.

“I do believe we’re even,” Loki stated, smirking.

“Fine. We’re even. Now – can we finish our sparring match? Without cheating this time?” You shoved his shoulder playfully to emphasize your point. He only grinned wider.

“Darling, I refuse to make promises that I don’t intend to keep.”

#loki tickle #ticklish!reader #tickle fluff #marvel tickle #tickle fic

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stark-strange-love2 · 4 years

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A Day at the Fair

My submission for the ironstrange fanfic challenge!

Prompt:

Tony drags Stephen out on a date to the fair, despite Stephen insisting he doesn’t want to go. Tony spends the whole day trying to show Stephen how much fun it is until finally, Stephen breaks down and confesses the real reason he didn’t want to come today.

Tags:

Omega Stephen Strange, Alpha Tony Stark, high school au

Tony grinned, practically vibrating with excitement as he rolled out of bed. Every year he and Stephen went to the fair, the closest thing their tiny town had to offer for fun. He grabbed his phone from his nightstand.

T: Heeeeeey Steph~

S: Tony? What is it?

T: Well I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to the fair this fine day, as per our usual tradition

Stephen took a few minutes to reply. Tony set down his phone, brushed his teeth, dressed, and sat down for breakfast. Stephen still hadn’t replied. Then, as he was pouring cereal, his phone dinged.

S: Idk. I’m not feeling up to it rn

T: Okay… do you wanna come over and hang out then? My parents are out of town… I could even sneak a bottle of wine for us

S: Eh… let’s just go to the fair.

Tony smiled.

T: Great! I’ll pick you up in an hour?

S: Sure

The fair was loud and hot and crowded. It reminded Tony of every fantastic summer with Stephen he could think of. Tony squeezed Stephen’s hand, but Stephen didn’t squeeze back.

“Hey, Steph, are you okay? You seem a little off-color.”

Stephen bit his lip.

“Just tired I guess. I have a bit of a headache.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Tony leaned up and kissed Stephen’s cheek, then down to his unmarked scent gland. “Maybe we can sit down near the back? Have some lunch? I have Asperin too if you need it. We can even go back home if you’d like. Anything for you,” Tony said.

Stephen smiled softly.

“Lunch sounds good.”

He finally squeezed Tony’s hand back.

“Ugh, don’t they have anything remotely healthy?” Stephen bitched, scrunching up his face at the third deep-fried Oreo stand they passed.

“Oh? Are you doing another vegan kick or something?”

Stephen shook his head, cheeks pink.

“Uh- no. No, just trying to eat a little healthier, that’s all.”

“Can you take a break for today?” Tony asked. God knew he wasn’t planning on eating well today.

“Well… I mean…” Stephen worried his lip between his teeth. “I’d just feel better if I ate healthily, that’s it.” He didn’t meet Tony’s eyes.

They finally found something reasonably healthy- chicken tenders and lemonade- and sat down at a table under a large tree. Somewhere in the background, a band was playing. Stephen picked at his food while Tony happily munched away.

“After this do you want to go on a ride?” tony asked.

Stephen shook his head.

“No rides.”

“Why? Are you still not feeling well?”

Stephen didn’t meet Tony’s eyes, electing instead to look off into the never-ending distance, hazy with the feeling of the fair, a haziness that stayed in Stephen’s mind and mulled like a roiling, humid cloud of every problem that had ever graced him. The heat clung to his skin. His stomach turned and he looked down, his arms folded over his abdomen. Tony could smell the scent of unhappy omega from across the table.

“Yeah. Not feeling great,” he lied.

Tony’s eyes were so warm and comforting that Stephen’s stomach couldn’t help but crawling higher into his throat and nestling there like some sort of weak and defenseless baby bird. Stephen’s cheeks were hot with shame.

“Are you sure that’s everything? Please tell me if something’s bothering you, Stephen. I love you. I want to help.”

Stephen’s stomach churned and he ran to the nearest trashcan and threw up. Tony leaped to his feet and rushed over but Stephen waved him away.

“Oh God- oh God Stephen!” Tony cried.

“I’m- I’m fine,” Stephen coughed. He wiped his mouth and downed his lemonade, popping a few breath mints into his mouth. He let out a low groan and took a deep breath.

“Jesus Stephen, let’s go home. You’re sick. You need to rest.” “No. You brought me here on a date. We’re staying.” The resolution in Stephen’s voice felt strong and clear and hard and unwavering, the same way a freshly poured asphalt highway stretches on and on and on until it dissolves into a dazzling mirage. Endless and resolute in a way that made Tony feel tiny in comparison.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Stephen ate his last chicken tender and tossed the tray.

“Maybe we can try at one of those fair games,” Stephen offered.

“Aren’t they all rigged?”

“Well that makes winning more impressive,” Stephen said with a grin.

Stephen took Tony’s hand and they walked through the fair before stopping at a booth: balloons and darts. Stephen bent over, looking at the booth. Then there was a loud whistle and a squeak from Stephen that had Tony’s alpha growling in his chest. Tony turned and snapped at the fuck boy alpha that currently had his hand on his omega’s ass. Stephen turned and slapped the guy’s hand away, face red and furious. His blue-green eyes burned like two twin stars hovering above the ocean horizon.

“Hey sweet-cheeks, what’s a pretty little omega like you doing with a boring alpha like him?” the guy said with a thousand-watt smile.

“Not interested.”

“Aw, come on baby, don’t be like that.”

“He said he’s not interested,” Tony growled.

The guy rolled his eyes.

“Fine, tightass.”

He stalked away and Stephen’s resolve broke. His entire body drooped and he sank into his seat, the smell of pure displeasure and unhappiness radiating from him like a morning fog over a valley. Tony sighed and pulled Stephen to his chest, holding him tight.

“Fuck Stephen- I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault,” Stephen mumbled.

But there was a flat sort of grey hanging in his eyes and Tony knew it wasn’t okay, but he also knew there was nothing he could ever do. Tony held him close, whispering gentle things into Stephen’s ears.

“Hey, I saw what happened.” Tony looked up to see the carnival stand girl looking apologetic at the two of them. “I don’t know if this would make you feel better, but would you like to play a few rounds for free? It’s on the house.”

Tony smiled and looked to Stephen.

“Does that sound fun?”

Stephen shrugged, laying his chin on the counter.

“You play. I’ll watch.”

Tony nodded, a plan in mind. He missed the first shot but nailed the next four. Then he aimed for the bright yellow balloon titled ‘10,000 points.’ It was tiny, underinflated, and unlikely to pop from elasticity tension. Tony ran a few trajectory equations through his head, nibbling at his lip. He had two darts left. Gravity was his best bet, if he could arc the dart so it landed into the balloon, he might stand a chance. All the other balloons were one point, and by now, he could maybe get Stephen one of those cute little teddy bears, but he wanted to get Stephen something bigger. Like that giant fluffy round hamster plushy the size of Tony’s body.

The first dart missed, bouncing off the board and falling to the ground. Tony took a deep breath and tossed the last dart in a high arc, watching as it fell and fell and fell and gained velocity until it popped the yellow balloon with a loud snap.

Stephen grinned and clapped and Tony did a little dance. The girl grinned.

“Congratulations! What prize would you like?”

Tony grinned and pointed up at the massive hamster. The girl pulled down the hamster and passed it to Tony who promptly passed it to Stephen.

“Hey, I know today hasn’t been great, but I’m really glad I got to spend time with you today. You never fail to make me happy, even when the whole world feels bad, and I want you to know I want to be there for you, on all the good days and bad.”

Stephen looked at the hamster, then back at Tony. He sniffled and broke down in tears.

“Oh God- Stephen? Was it something I said? Are you okay? Oh God, I’m so sorry!” Tony stammered.

Stephen whimpered, tears pouring down his face. Then he turned and ran, the hamster in his arms as he wove through the crowd and through carnival stands. Tony stared after him, heart sinking. He stood there for a second before taking off after Stephen.

It took him twenty minutes to find Stephen in one of the animal shows, surrounded by cages of fluffy baby bunnies. He was crying silently into the hamster, squeezed tight in his arms. Tony knelt beside him.

“Stephen?” His voice was soft. Something was very wrong. “Please… please just tell me what’s wrong. I want to help you.”

Stephen looked away. His chest was so full of lead he couldn’t bring himself to speak. He felt heavy and dense, like an ancient tree rooted to the ground, bark worn by the elements but still there. Unmoving. Unable to move.

“Please.”

Stephen let out a choked whimper.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to tell you.” His voice was cracking and frail. So weak. But it was the truth.

“That’s okay. I just want to make sure you’re safe… are you safe?” Tony asked, taking Stephen’s hands in his.

Stephen nodded.

“It’s just… I don’t know.” Stephen hung his head.

“It’s okay not to know,” Tony whispered. “Do you want to go home now?”

Stephen shook his head.

“I want to ride the Ferris Wheel. Like we do every year.”

Tony smiled softly and hugged Stephen, staying there for a second, the way a curling vine of ivy finds comfort in cracked bark, grey with exhaustion. They stayed there for a bit, nestled amongst the animal cages and beneath the flair of the crowded festival like the world was fog and they were the grass, rooted in place.

Stephen moved first, reaching up and pulling himself to his feet and then reaching for Tony to help him up.

“You know, you’re the best alpha I could have ever wished for,” Stephen said with a small, bittersweet smile.

“Well… I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to fall in love with,” Tony responded.

“Do you promise you’ll always be with me? Through everything?” Stephen asked, squeezing Tony’s hand.

“Of course. I love you, Stephen. And nothing can ever make me stop.”

Tony leaned up and kissed Stephen softly, sweetly. Stephen let his eyes drift closed and he savored every single saccharine second.

They found the Ferris Wheel easily. It was the center of the fair, after all. And one long line later they were sitting in a car going up and up and up. Stephen fidgeted quietly. It was funny how the second all you needed was time it seemed to twist and turn and go faster and faster so blindingly fast you can barely even remembered what you prepared to say. When the carriage got halfway up its arc Stephen bit his lip, letting out a little, tightly-wound sigh.

“Tony… I need to tell you what’s wrong. I’ve been avoiding it all day, but… I just wanted one last good day with you before it all changed.” Stephen looked over the edge of the carriage and let out a dry chuckle. “Although I suppose I ruined my chance at that, too.”

“What- what are you talking about?” Tony’s voice was on edge.

“I-I’m pregnant.”

Stephen stared at Tony full-on. He kept searching for something other than shock but it was like combing a beach for something that just wasn’t there. Stephen’s hands started to shake.

“T-Tony? Please say something.”

Stephen’s voice sounded so small. He felt so small.

“Am I- Am I the dad?” Tony finally asked.

Anger flared deep in Stephen’s gut and for a moment he wanted to slap Tony off of the stupid Ferris Wheel.

“Of course you’re the father!” Stephen snapped. “You fucking idiot- you really think I’m screwing a dozen alphas behind your back?”

His scent soured and he turned away, glaring. Tony stayed quiet.

“Whatever. You probably want to break up with me now anyways. Just do it. I don’t want to have you pretend to care about this. I’ll just… forget about my full-ride to Columbia. I doubt my parents will even let me go. They want me to stay on the farm and become a good obedient little housespouse omega.” Stephen let out an involuntary whimper. Tears were pouring down his cheeks and he hugged himself. “I thought I was going to be happy… I thought I was going to have a future, but I- I don’t know anymore!”

The whole world felt like it was collapsing, folding in an compressing into one invincible singularity stuck in Stephen’s windpipe. Everything was spinning and hot and his head hurt so so much… Stephen closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands, sobbing.

Then, Tony gently wrapped his arms around Stephen, pulling the crying omega to his chest.

“Shh… it’s okay. I’m sorry, I just… I’m a father…” A small smile appeared on Tony’s face. “I couldn’t believe it. But Stephen, whatever you choose to do, this is your choice, and I will back you up 1,000%. I love you, and I meant it when I said I would stay with you no matter what. I know how much medical school means to you, and I swear that I can help you take care of our child so you can study if you choose to keep it. You don’t need to give up your dream, your dream can always stay. If you choose not to keep it, then I’ll be there for you too. No matter what you choose, we’re in this together.”

Stephen let his hands fall away from his face and his head plop on Tony’s shoulder. He was still crying and shaking, but this time from happiness. Tony wasn’t leaving him. He wasn’t going to be stuck alone on a farm his whole life. He would be okay. They would be okay.

He turned and tackled Tony in a hug, enough to rattle their cart. Tony laughed and held them as they reached the top of the Ferris Wheel, watching as the sun set over the fair and the town and everything surrounding it and turned it all to gold.

#ironstrange fanfic challenge #ironstrange fanfiction #ironstrange #tony stark #stephen strange #omega stephen strange #alpha tony stark #iron man #doctor strange #avengers #supremefamily #marvel #mcu

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salenakingston · 4 years

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Mystery March Day 12 - Friend

Friends came in all sizes, something he had come to learn.

He didn’t have friends growing up, though such a term was lost to any of them. Animals didn’t really consider one another friends, certainly not when one is trying to clamor for attention behind a glass barrier. Their lives were short, far shorter compared to most others. Not many came over to them. Even when they did, who would be interested in someone like him?

He wasn’t as enthusiastic as the others.

He couldn’t move like the others.

He was doomed from the start.

It was only a matter of time before he would be put out of his misery, or he would pass behind these walls.

But then a miracle happened.

A young man came up to the glass, looking at all the others, just as always. But then, he saw those eyes turn on him. They looked at him far longer than anyone ever had before. One look was all it took for them to move on. He had accepted it. The man disappeared, sure he picked out which one he wanted.

It was a strange feeling, a hand moving around his tiny body as he was lifted out of the bedding. He looked upon that same human from before, his fingers running over his fur. It surprised him to see such happiness in the man’s face, over someone as broken as him.

“Are you sure you want this one?”

“Yes.”

No one seemed to mind him being carried around by this human, a basket hanging from his arm. He was gathering all sorts of items, many he recognized from the inside of his home. He just couldn’t believe it. He was actually leaving. Him? Had he died and woken up in heaven? Was he maybe just dreaming? If that was the case, he never wanted to wake up.

It wasn’t long after that he felt the fresh air hitting his face, the man going over to another, shorter one. Now there were two faces looking down at him. He could see the smile never faded from the younger one. Everything was loaded up, then they were on their way.

At one point, the human looked up to the older one as he drove, “So kid, ya got a name for ‘im?”

“Galahad.”

He had a name, and as they pulled up, a new home.

He had been given so much. Why though?

Even with a new home, he still couldn’t do anything. He still couldn’t move. What was the point?

The human, Arthur, had bent over backwards taking care of him. He required it because of his condition. That never seemed to bother his owner, and he could see from his cage that the man was staying up late some nights, working on something at his desk. There were times when he would be taken out of his cage, resting along that same desk, on the man’s lap, or sometimes in other parts of his living space.

It was nice to be outside in the open, but what good was it to enjoy when he could only sit in one spot?

But that was before something changed. He had never seen the human so happy before, nor taken him out of his cage as fast as he had. Once again he was brought to the desk, carefully placed before the human sat down in his chair. There was something shiny and black in front of him. They looked kind of like the plastic wheel of his old home, but smaller and more solid.

“They’re finally done. Are you ready Galaham?”

Ready? Ready for what?

“Let’s try these on.”

What?

He let out a squeak as Arthur took him back into his hand, carefully slipping his back legs into each piece of silver. He suddenly felt heavier on his back half, then was lowered back down against the desk. His front half fell forward, but used his front paws to push himself up. He didn’t understand, looking up to the human for guidance.

He was always gentle, using his hand to push at his rear, the contraption pushing him forward.

He moved.

He pulled himself forward with his paws, and sure enough, the rest of his body followed him. Arthur had gathered some sunflower seeds, holding them out at a distance. Sure enough, the hamster followed the path to it, moving all on his own. The human felt like he could jump for joy, “They work!”

If he could, he would have cried. This human had given him a life he was sure he would never have, and found a way no one else could to fix his condition. Finally he could explore the world around him, but there was nowhere he would rather be than with Arthur.

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The man, who had given everything he had to make sure he had a fulfilled life had come home after having lost everything. He had been there when the man’s friends came over, been there when they went out on their ghost hunts, and was here when he returned home after an emergency visit to the hospital. The man barely moved, not that he could blame the human for wanting to do so. He could see the missing limb, even from the distance between the bed and cage. So much of what would be considered normal was lost when something so vital was taken away from them, be it at birth or later in life.

Arthur still found the energy to take care of him, but it wasn’t the same as it was before. The man he came to know as never getting rid of his smile no longer carried it on his face. His gaze looked dull, and even the comfort of those close to him didn’t do much to lift his spirits.

How he knew what such a feeling was like.

He’d make noises at the man, and even when his eyes looked down at him, it was so empty. The roles of their lives had been reversed, but what could someone as small as him do? He couldn’t build anything like the man had for him. He couldn’t get the man any kinds of gifts like he had for him. It was so frustrating.

But he had to be able to do something.

Then an idea came to his head.

He pushed himself against the bars of the cage, making noise with his wheels and teeth. Anything to get Arthur’s attention. At one point, he tried to reach his paws through to open the door on his own, for all the good it did him. There were still many things he couldn’t do.

When he finally could see the man’s head turn towards him, he used his paws to go after his wheels. That seemed to catch his attention, pushing himself up from his seat. There was a pang of worry in his voice as he began to open the cage door, “Stop that Galaham.”

The animal turned his head, teeth meeting flesh.

His hand was pulled back, shaking in the air.

The hamster went back to pushing and pulling. He’d been with his wheels for so long, he’d almost forgotten what it was like to be without them. His body fell against the plastic platform, but his tiny eyes never left Arthur’s face. The human watched him with growing confusion as he reached for one of the removed wheels, “What are you doing?”

And he felt the tiny piece of metal smack him in the face as the hamster managed to throw it.

Arthur looked dumbfounded.

The man stared at his pet, unable to find any words. He did manage to pull his chair over, sitting in front of the cage. For a long stretch, there was nothing but silence… then the sound of sobbing, “I don’t know what to do… my arm is gone… Lewis is missing… Vivi can’t remember him… and Mystery terrifies me… What am I supposed to do when I feel so useless?”

Another wheel managed to strike him in the face. That was both of them now.

His eyes fell down on his creation, something he made that helped give this hamster his life back. Now they were being thrown back in his face. He scooped them up into his hands, looking back to Galahad. Arthur saved him, and never once thought himself a burden. Arthur chose him to take home.

How could the hamster not give everything he had, just as this same man had once done for him?

A small spark flashed in the man’s eyes, the tiniest smile breaking across his lips. He had an idea. He slipped the wheels back into the change, but surprisingly, they were shoved to the side. He refused to put them back on until he could see that smile again. He knew it was there, just waiting below the surface. Before the cage was shut again, he found his head butting against the man’s hand. Fingers traced along his fur, “Thanks bud…”

They had each other, looked out for each other.

They were more than owner and pet, a quality the blue-haired girl shared with her own.

They were friends.

#MysteryMarch2021 #mystery skulls animated #my writing #my submission

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ruthoakenshield · 3 years

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Very Good Friends (Chapter 20)

Catch up here: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14] [Chapter 15] [Chapter 16] [Chapter 17] [Chapter 18] [Chapter 19]

Reader x Henry Cavill, OC Reader x co-star named Dan

Warning: This tale is for 18+ readers ONLY!!! Mentions of flashbacks: (rape, anal sex, non-con sex, abuse), severe bruising and injury, mentions of suicidal thoughts, depression, humiliation, and some of the good kind of fluff to make us feel better.

Smut (the happy good kind) is here as I promised. In all it’s fluffy, juicy, tantalizing goodness!!! :) :) :)

If ANY of the warnings upset you or make you uncomfortable, DO NOT read below the cut! go find something else to read in this case and if you want to be removed from the taglist for this story, let me know. I won’t be upset, I promise!

If you are okay with reading those things then enjoy the tale below the cut.

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated. I do not own Henry nor do I have any personal knowledge of him besides what is common knowledge amongst the Cavillary. Any mistakes and typos are mine, story is not beta-tested.

GIF I got from the tumbler search thingy.

You lay there panting wondering how the hell such a well endowed man can fuck both your holes and not make it hurt when your rapist co-star was half his size and it hurt like hell. You lay there on your belly under Henry, panting and pondering this as he throbbed inside you, filling your ass with his seed.

He moans and cups your breast with his massive, sticky hand. “You okay, Kitten? I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asked. You roll to your side with him and grind your ass against him, making him wince. “Careful, Love, it’s still sensitive.” he says. “You okay?” he asks again.

You nod and lay there still pondering how he did it. “What’s going on in that noggin of yours? I can see the hamster running on it’s wheel.” he says lazily as he plays with your breast and nuzzles your neck.

“How did you do it without me noticing and it not hurting?” you ask. “You're easily twice the thickness and length he was, and it hurt like hell when he took me in both holes, but you did it and it didn’t hurt at all!” you exclaim.

Henry smiles. “It’s all in the way it’s done, Sweetheart. Regardless of the size of the toy or fingers or dick. The holes need to be well lubed, gently and gradually stretched and she has to be adequately relaxed and distracted so she doesn’t tighten up before you can get in there.” he explains as he peppers you with kisses to distract you as he pulls out. You hiss a little as the head of his dick slips out and he gently massages the hole. “Now how about a nice, cool shower so we can get cleaned up?” he suggests, knowing you will have a busy day getting ready for the red carpet.

You nod and roll off the bed. He does the same and you both head to your respective showers.

As each of you shower, you both ponder the last 24 hours and your future. Henry had decided to take a month off for a vacation and planned to spend it on his boat in Greece. He wondered what your plans were. He wanted you to join him. God! Making love to you for a month on his boat sounded like heaven!

As you showered you realized you had nothing in the books since this was your first film. You remember Henry saying he was heading for a vacation for a month somewhere in southern Europe. Something about his boat there. You wished he would invite you to tag along. God! Fucking him was amazing! You didn’t know a man could make you feel the way he does. You thought it was always going to hurt. You couldn’t let this man go. He has ruined you for dating any man ever again.

Climbing out of your showers, you both wondered how to keep this good thing you had going.

You each dried off and threw on your sweats. Henry came back into your room and sat on your bed you had just made. He watched you move around the room getting things cleaned up and put away in preparation for the onslaught of women who were scheduled to come and do your hair, makeup and nails. He wondered what your gown looked like and sat there with a grin. You paused and looked at him. “What?” you asked, your hands on your hips as you stood in front of him.

He looks at you and chuckles. “Just wondering what your gown for tonight looks like.” he says with an impish grin, glancing over to the garment bag hanging in the closet. You chuckle. “Sorry, Bear, you don’t get to see that till we are ready to leave.” you tease.

He grabs your hips and pulls you between his legs. His hands grab your ass, and you giggle. His hand completely covers each ass cheek. He grins and squeezes them. “So, what are you going to do after tonight?” he asks.

You raise your eyebrow. “Not sure, fuck your brains out in the morning, then head out of here. Haven’t decided where I’m going or what I’m gonna do.” you reply. “Nothing in the works for me at the moment.”

Henry grins. “How about you join me for a month’s vacation, and we can enjoy Greece and my private boat?” he asks with a mischievous grin.

“Ahhh, but the question is, would we ever leave the boat and actually see the sights of Greece? Or would I only see the sights of your boat and your Greek god-like body?” you tease as you walk your index and middle fingers up his chest and flick his nose with them.

He grins, “Well, that will depend on if you’re a good girl or not.” he teases back. “Hmmmm. I’ll have to think on it, Bear. I’ll let you know when we get back here tonight.” you tell him, knowing it will keep him on his toes in anticipation all evening long.

He frowns. “You’re gonna make me wait all night for an answer?” he asks incredulously and smacks your ass hard. “Bad kitty!” he teases in mock offense.

“OW!!!” You squeak and rub your ass. You flick his nose again. “Bad Bear!!! Didn’t your Momma teach you patience, and that all good things come to those who wait!?!”

He growls. “I’ve waited long enough for you, Sweetheart. You said you wanted to be my girl. I don't want to lose you and I want you with me so we can have some proper dates. And get to know each other better!” he growls in your ear as he grabs the back of your head and looks you in the eyes, then kisses you and steals your breath away.

You feel him pull you flush against him and your hands instinctively nestle in his curls. You moan and feel yourself succumbing to his charms. You hear a knock at the door and some women laughing on the other side of it. You pull away. “Just a moment!” you call out. Henry grins and tries to pick up where he left off, but you are struggling to get out of his arms. “Hen, let me go! I gotta let them in so I can get ready!” you hiss in his ear.

Henry looks up at you and pouts. “Can I stay and watch?” he asks. You laugh. “Whatever you want, Hen. But you might get hit on by them.” you warn him. He grins and stands, then heads into his room and grabs the newspaper and comes back into your room pretending to read it as you let the women in. He stands in the doorway leaning against the casing, and looks up from the paper. Lowering it just enough to hide the tent in his sweats.

“Hello Ladies!” he greets them. “Come to doll up this fine actress?” he asks with a teasing smile and raised eyebrow.

The women titter and giggle and nod. He grins. “Mind if I hang out? There’s not much on TV and I’m bored.” he teases. They giggle and nod “Go ahead.” one of the gals says with a wink.

Henry chuckles and heads over to the bed by the wall and plops down on it, making sure to keep the newspaper in front of his crotch and out of their view until the hard-on subsides and calms down.

He has fun being entertained by the women doting on you as they seem to have forgotten about him being there as they become engrossed in playing with your hair and doing your manicures and pedicures.

Henry just spends the morning quietly watching them, when he got up to go get his bottle of rosemary water from the hotel fridge, he startled the girls. “Oh my God! We totally forgot you were still here! I’m SO sorry!!!!” they apologized. Henry just laughs and tells them that it’s okay. He was having fun observing.

He spent some time in his room polishing his shoes and setting out his clothes for tonight. Then he came back in to see how things were going. Since it was getting close to lunch time, he offered to get everyone lunch if they could decide on what they wanted. They told him what they wanted to eat, and he left to go get everyone food.

“Oh my Gosh, Y/n, he’s such a hunk! What was it like working with him?” they ask. You giggle and say he was a perfect gentleman.

“So, what did he do when he found out your costar raped you?” one of the girls asked. “Did he go beat him up?” she inquired. You chuckle. “No, he made sure I got checked at the hospital and helped me recover and looked out for me after that. Like I said, a perfect gentleman.” you relate to them.

They giggle and continue to work on your hair and nails.

“Hey, where did these come from?” one of the gals teases as there’s a very clear bite mark on your neck with two small, red scabs. You blush and just smirk. “Was that from Henry?!?! Are you two really getting’ it?!? What’s he like in bed?!?” they start bombarding you with all kinds of questions.

You just chuckle. “I’m not discussing my sex life or lack thereof with anyone.” You defer. “He’s not attacking you is he?” one of the gals asks, frowning. “No.” you reply. “Henry has been nothing but a perfect gentleman.” You assure them. “Don’t worry about it.” you tell them. “Just cover up the hickeys and bite mark and do your jobs and make me look radiant.” You tell them with a giggle.

They laugh and move on with pampering you and covering up the hickeys and the bite mark with the makeup.show

“Hello Ladies!” he greets them. “Come to doll up this fine actress?” he asks with a teasing smile and raised eyebrow.

The women titter and giggle and nod. He grins. “Mind if I hang out? There’s not much on TV and I’m bored.” he teases. They giggle and nod “Go ahead.” one of the gals says with a wink.

Henry chuckles and heads over to the bed by the wall and plops down on it, making sure to keep the newspaper in front of his crotch and out of their view until the hard-on subsides and calms down.

He has fun being entertained by the women doting on you as they seem to have forgotten about him being there as they become engrossed in playing with your hair and doing your manicures and pedicures.

“Oh my Gosh, Y/n, he’s such a hunk! What was it like working with him?” they ask. You giggle and say he was a perfect gentleman.

They giggle and continue to work on your hair and nails.

They laugh and move on with pampering you and covering up the hickeys and the bite mark with the makeup.

#henry cavill #very good friends #reader oc #kitten and the Bear #Red Carpet prep #making plans #fluff and smut #pampering #make him wait #getting ready #flirting

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jeontaeh · 3 years

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〚TWENTY〛

Jimin was observant. One cheeky, observant motherfucker.

He didn't know if that made it creepy. Probably a little bit. But he just keeps his eyes and ears open at all times of the day. He sees things that others don't. Like how the kid who's always happy and smiling always comes to lunch with tear stains on his cheeks. Or how the kid who's big and scary had loud bubblegum kpop blaring through his earphones every morning. Or how the straight homophobic captain of the football team has been staring at his best friend's ass since he got here.

The last one was fun to figure out.

Jimin wasn't dumb. He wasn't stupid. He knew what was going on. Jungkook should know better. V should know better. Jimin was- he knows better.

So he saw how Jungkook tapped his fingers against the side of the air-hockey table, and how he looked at Taehyung with a look in his eyes, and then walked closer to Taehyung.

Jimin's mind was running like a hamster in a wheel who just found out his two friend hamsters were possible fucking.

Let's look over clues, shall we?

#1. They were both late. They were both disheveled. They were both reeking of sex.

#2. Jungkook was wearing V's jersey. Not just any jersey- but the jersey only V gets because he's captain. Jimin remembers when V got that shirt. He yelled; Look at me motherfuckers, I'm better than all of you. It was quite the day. So vigilant over a shirt, yet let Jungkook wear it? Hm.

#3. Jungkook was now close to V. Jungkook leaned in, whispered something. V smiled. Jungkook smiled. Both were smiling. V then pinched Jungkook's waist. Jungkook's cheeks tinted. Holy shit they were so fucking obvious-

"Earth to Park Jimin. You alright? You look like you just saw two gay aliens or something." Yoongi said, and Jimin noticed how at the mention of the word 'gay', Taehyung and Jungkook snapped their heads towards them.

"Gayliens," Jin said, and Jimin sighed.

"I did. They're right in front of me." Jimin said, and there was a pause, and then Jimin went "You two!" Jimin pointed at Yoongi and Hoseok, who both glared.

Everyone started laughing, while Yoongi and Hoseok told Jimin they'd beat him up. Jimin turned his attention back to Jungkook and Taehyung.

"Ah- I'm so bad at air-hockey. V, could you help?" Jungkook said softly, and Jimin rose his eyebrow.

"You're great at air-hockey, Jeon. You beat me every time." Jimin said, and Jungkook looked at him, tensed. There was a second of silence.

"Maybe you just suck, Park," Taehyung said, and the guys laughed. Jimin snickered, and then Taehyung grabbed Jungkook by the waist and stood behind him.

"Here," Taehyung whispered and lined his hands with Jungkook's. "You just-" Taehyung continued, and then moved his hand forward swiftly, sliding the puck across the shiny surface and into the hole. "-do it like that."

"You're really good," Jungkook said softly, turning his head to look at Taehyung, who smirked.

"I can make you really good too," Taehyung replied huskily, and Jungkook's cheeks tinted.

"Y-you can?" Jungkook squeaked out airily, big doll eyes blinking. And oh, for god's sake-

"What're you guys doing?" Namjoon asked, and Jungkook and Taehyung pulled away instantly, Jungkook stumbling a little and walking quite quickly towards Yoongi, while Taehyung stood there, gripping the edge of the hockey table, looking a little irritated.

"Nothing. Look, this is boring. I'm gonna go get some ice cream." Taehyung said.

"We got ice cream before you got here, you can go ahead," Hoseok said, and Taehyung nodded.

"I would love some ice cream right now," Jungkook said, and Taehyung looked at him.

"Cool. Jungkook and I are gonna go get ice cream." Taehyung said, and Jungkook nodded, and then they both walked out of the arcade and left.

"God- they're high as fuck!" Hoseok said, and Jin sighed.

"Are you guys still hung up on that? They're just getting ice cream, don't be weird." Jin chuckled.

"Yeah, ice cream with pot in it. Y'know, I really don't care if they're smoking weed. Like, whatever. Everyone's done it. I'm just confused as to why they're being so secretive about it." Namjoon said.

"Where's Jimin?" Yoongi asked, and the four turned and noticed Jimin was gone.

Taehyung and Jungkook walked quickly, away from the arcade, and towards the washrooms. Jungkook hands balled up into fists.

"Isn't Jimin acting kinda weird?" Jungkook asked.

"Will we get kicked out if I fuck you in the washroom?" Taehyung asked at the same time.

Jungkook frowned. "I'm gonna be the one kicking you, mister. You are not fucking me in a toilet."

"Okay, whatever, I just wanna make out. Come on, let's go quickly-" Taehyung said, and Jungkook nodded and then ran.

Jimin gulped from afar, seeing the two rushing towards the boys' washroom. Funny, because the ice cream parlor is downstairs. Jimin began walking, and god, he felt like a creep. But he's doing it for their safety.

Jungkook and Taehyung rushed into the washroom and saw it empty, which made them smile wider. They ran into a bathroom stall, and Taehyung closed it quickly. Jungkook grabbed Taehyung instantly and jumped on him. Taehyung grabbed under his thighs and lifted him up.

They pressed their lips together, and Taehyung sank his teeth into his bottom lip, making Jungkook whimper, cup his cheeks harder. Jungkook tilted his head and allowed Taehyung to press his tongue in, and both went at it, french kissing.

Jungkook pulled away. "Fuck me,"

"I thought you didn't want it in the washroom, baby." Taehyung grinned.

"I know, but I forgot you didn't finish fucking me. Please, Taehyungie~ I-I need you-" Jungkook stammered, and Taehyung groaned.

"Dammit, fine. But we need to be quick because the boys will start wondering where we've wandered off to." Taehyung said, and then put Jungkook down so he was standing.

"This is kind of gross. I hate this." Jungkook said.

"I fucked you on the floor of the locker room, after practice. I think this is cleaner," Taehyung scoffed.

"You don't know the public, Tae. People pee on the ground."

"No one pees on the ground."

"You probably pee on the ground."

"Do you want me to fuck you??2 Taehyung asked, but was smiling out of how foolish this conversation was.

Jungkook giggled. "Y-yes, please," Jungkook said. He turned around, and felt Taehyung place one hand over his mouth, standing right behind him.

"Can't make noise," Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook nodded.

Soon enough, Taehyung was fucking into Jungkook, both standing, and fuck, this was hot. Weird, unusual, but hot as fuck. Jungkook felt crazy. Jungkook 2 months ago would never do this. Ever.

Jungkook whined aloud, and Taehyung began pumping his cock while pressing deep into him. "Sshh, baby, someone might hear you," Taehyung whispered.

Both didn't realise how loud they were probably being. They continued fucking for a few good minutes, until Jungkook caved in and came all over Taehyung's hand, and Taehyung thrust in him a few more times before cumming himself, filling up the condom.

"Fuck, t-that was good. How- how is it that you always have a condom and lube with you?" Jungkook asked, pulling his boxers and jeans back up.

"Keep spare in my wallet, baby. Now get out, I actually need to pee." Taehyung said, and Jungkook giggled.

"Don't do it on the floor." He said and received a slap on the ass. Jungkook gave Taehyung a wink, and then reached for the stall door and opened it, walking out.

The moment he did, he saw Jimin standing there.

Jimin's eyes were as wide as saucers, and his jaw was dropped to the floor. Jungkook's eyes widened, and before a word left Jimin's mouth, Jungkook put his hand over his mouth.

Outside, Jungkook mouthed, and Jimin was just in stunned silence. He nodded wearily, and then Jungkook gulped, feeling his heart hammering in his chest.

They both walked out of the washrooms, and the moment they reached the mall hallway, Jimin gasped out in a breath. "What the fuck?!"

"How long were you standing there??" Jungkook snapped.

"For like, 3 minutes! What- what the fuck were you two doing?!" Jimin snapped back, and Jungkook sucked in a sharp breath.

"Jimin- it- it's not what you think, I-I-"

"Um- I'm pretty fucking it is what I think! You! And V! You two are BONING!" Jimin whisper-shouted and Jungkook groaned.

"No! I mean- kind of, but- listen, you can't tell anyone this, okay?? O-oh my god-" Jungkook let out, and Jimin looked at him in confusion.

"All this time... is this what you've been hiding?" Jimin asked, and Jungkook sucked in a sharp breath.

"I-I... C-can we just talk- talk about this later?" Jungkook stammered, hands going clammy, anxiousness filling up his chest.

Jimin noticed that and nodded curtly. "Okay. But you've got some explaining to do," And Jungkook nodded.

Suddenly, the washroom door opened slightly, so Jungkook's eyes widened. "Hide!" He snapped, and then pushed Jimin into the girl's washroom, and closed the door.

Taehyung walked out. "The soap in the washroom smells like a guitar, and I don't really know what that means-" Jungkook looked at him, and upon seeing him, Taehyung frowned. "What's wrong? You alright?"

Jungkook nodded wearily, and Taehyung walked closer to him, wrapping his arms around him. "Talk to me, baby,"

"I-I'm alright." Jungkook squeaked, and Taehyung looked at him with his intense gaze and reached forward to kiss his forehead.

"Well, whatever it is- don't let it bother you," Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook nodded with a small smile.

Jungkook saw the girl's washroom door open, a woman walking out, and pushing Jimin out.

"Pervert!" She yelled, and Jimin groaned, rubbing his arm where she pushed him.

"I-I'm not! I didn't see anything, I swear!" Jimin snapped, and Taehyung pulled away from Jungkook and turned to look at Jimin.

"Were you in the girl's washroom?" Taehyung asked, and Jimin gulped. Jungkook put his hands together behind Taehyung and pleaded silently.

"Yes, Yoongi dared me to. That woman threw a- um- pad at my face." Jimin said, holding a clean pad in his hand, which he grimaced and threw to the ground.

"Um. Okay. Cool. Anyways, we should probably head back." Taehyung said, and Jimin nodded, and so did Jungkook. The two walked, while Jungkook limped a little, towards the arcade, where the rest of the night proceeded normally.

///

It started with Youngjae.

Cute kid. 17. Really into biology and other nerdy things. Kinda gets bullied by V, captain of the football team. Youngjae's shit scared of him.

One day, Youngjae decided to stay in and take a long shower in the changing room. This was not a good idea. Youngjae would later regret this.

See, midway through his shower, everyone was gone. He heard some voices and decided to ignore them. He walked out of the shower room after a long time and then heard some obscene noises.

At first, he thought it was V fucking some chick in the showers. He does that often. But this time, Youngjae heard Jungkook's voice!

"Ah- h-harder-"

"For my babygirl, yeah,"

Confused and shocked, Youngjae ran out of the changing room (after changing) and then had this on his mind for, like, 6 weeks. Finally, he saw Jimin walking around and rushed up to him.

"I-I think... V and Jungkook might be doing some weird stuff." Youngjae had whispered.

"What kind of weird stuff?" Jimin had asked, curious.

Youngjae proceeded to whisper 'gay sex stuff' into Jimin's ear, to which Jimin laughed until he was rolling on the floor. Youngjae sighed and rushed off, but Jimin then sat up and realized; holy shit. He might be right.

Now, Jimin was standing in front of Jungkook, who was sat on his bed, hands against his face.

"Just because you can't see me doesn't mean I can't see you," Jimin snapped, and Jungkook moved his hands and put them by his sides. He sighed.

"Look, Jimin. Did- did you know this for a long time, or did you just find out?" Jungkook asked.

"I could tell something was going on, I just didn't assume gay sex stuff." Jimin snapped. "Youngjae came and told me before I went to the arcade, actually-"

"What?!" Jungkook snapped, eyes widened. "Youngjae knows?!"

"Yes... but he won't tell anyone, don't worry. I think, at least." Jimin said, and Jungkook groaned.

"Oh god- how did everything turn so bad so fast? Dammit! Dammit dammit- okay, y'know what-" Jungkook sat up, and then took a deep breath, and then exhaled shakily. "Jimin. Sit down."

Jimin sat down on the bed facing Jungkook's. "What?"

"I'm.." Jungkook trailed and then gulped. If he doesn't do it now, he never will. He knows, he knows why he's scared. He's scared of the reaction. The fear of coming out and everyone finding him disgusting. Jimin, his best friend, shunning him. "Jimin, I'm gay."

Jimin stilled for a second, looking at Jungkook in confusion. "......Like.... fully?"

Jungkook opened his eyes, and then looked scared by seeing Jimin's face. "Y-yes. I don't like girls. I never have. The one time I told you I had a crush on Yeri, I was lying." Jungkook said quickly.

Jimin looked at him, and then let out a small laugh. "Is that why you've been acting so weird lately?"

Jungkook felt his shoulders tense. "Yeah... I-I was just scared to tell you.. scared of your reaction.."

"Are you kidding me? God, Jeon- I-I thought I did something to make you hate me or something! You're just gay! Thank god!" Jimin said, letting out a deep breath. Jungkook rose his eyebrow.

"Dude, why would I care if you like boys? It doesn't bother me, Jeon. Why'd you hidden it? I-I thought you knew me better than that." Jimin said softly.

"I was scared! You know how all the guys are. I thought you were like them. Homophobic and... crappy." Jungkook pouted.

"I'm not. I know it sucks that I laugh at their jokes or whatever, but that's only because everyone does it. That's still shitty, I know. But seriously, Jeon-" Jimin said, getting up from the bed and walking over to Jungkook, sitting down beside him. "You could be gay, bisexual, trans- whatever! I don't care. I just care when you start ignoring me and- and being a bitch."

"I was quite a bitch. I'm sorry." Jungkook mumbled, and Jimin reached forward and squeezed his shoulder. Jungkook looked at him hesitantly and then lunged forward, wrapping his arms around him.

"Thank you. So much." Jungkook whispered, and Jimin chuckled, hugging him back lightly- and wow, Jimin was a good hugger. Jungkook should hug him more often. "No problem, Jungkookie."

Jungkook pulled away from the hug, sitting criss-cross in front of Jimin, who followed and sat the same way. "Now tell me everything about V. Is he gay?"

"No. Maybe bisexual, I dunno. He's unclear about it." Jungkook said, and Jimin snickered.

"Mr. 'I'm so straight' V likes boys? God, I can't wait to rub this in his face-"

"No! Park Jimin, you will not mention this to him at all, do you understand me? I'll tell him myself. Maybe." Jungkook said, and Jimin snickered.

"Alright, alright, jeez. I won't tell. But when did you guys start dating?"

Jungkook blushed. "We're not dating. We're just.."

"Just what?" Jimin asked, tilting his head.

"Fuckbuddies," Jungkook said softly, the word leaving a weird taste in his mouth.

Jimin let out a confused smile. "Really? The way you two acted... I swear it was something more."

Jungkook's lips turned to a small, sad smile. "No. We're... label-less. I like to think we're more than fuckbuddies, and just doesn't know it yet." Jungkook mumbled.

Jimin put his hands to his heart. "Oh.. Kookie.. you like him, don't you?"

"What?"

"You have a crush on him!"

"Oh my god what, no!"

"You want him to be your boyfriend, but you're scared he doesn't feel the same way!"

"Shut up Jimin, I hate you! Yes, you're right. I do like him. A lot." Jungkook mumbled.

"Why? Isn't he mean?" Jimin asked, and Jungkook giggled.

"No! Not at all! I know why you might think that- I thought it too. But he's honestly the sweetest guy in the world. Like, seriously Jimin, he's adorable. He hugs me and holds me all the time, calls me his baby, kisses me all over. One time I was doing art while sitting on his lap in the art room, and I fell asleep without realizing, and he knew I'd been stressing over art- so he held me while I slept for half an hour or so. When I woke up, he smiled and kissed me warmly, and then took me to his room." Jungkook whispered, and then looked up, seeing Jimin's eyes all big.

"S-sorry- I'm... giving you too much information-"

"Dude, are you sure he doesn't like you? The stuff you said, that makes it sound like he likes you a lot! Fuckbuddies don't just do that, Kook." Jimin said.

"You think I haven't thought of that?" Jungkook mumbled.

"Why don't you talk to him about this? Let out your feelings? If he's sweet, he'll understand, right?" Jimin asked.

Jungkook gulped. "Yeah.. maybe. Yeah... Yeah! You're right! I should talk to him! Y'know what, I'm gonna go over right now," Jungkook said, getting up from the bed, while Jimin chuckled.

"You do you, sis," Jimin said, and Jungkook turned to look at him. "You go, queen. Get your mans. Hit it Fergie."

"Please stop talking. I'm gay, not a participant on Rupaul's Drag Race. You don't have to talk to me like that," Jungkook snickered, and Jimin started laughing.

"Sorry dude. But seriously, go get him." Jimin said, and Jungkook nodded wildly, and then put on his cute shoes. He'll go get him, alright.

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3_42 Carbon Dating

When the shutters went up, work began none stop until closing. For a full twelve hours customers came and went, leaving overworked and troublesome vehicles, whilst others departed with their serviced transportation fresh from the garage. The bell in the lobby chimed, announcing the imminent arrival of their next client from the open lot outside.

A large window was set in one wall, and allowed those within the office to see a portion of the garage itself as the crewmen toiled. The backdoor that led out of the office and into the work zone of the shop always remained open, vivid reverberations from within the garage seeped through on the low hanging perfume of the mechanics lair. Always the office smelled of fresh oil and plastic, crisp smoke curled from embers, mingled with the ozone dripping from scalded hydrogen of the pressurized pipes. Pumps wheezed, wrenches cranked, drills squealed with vivid passion; a symphony of metal, an unchallenged configuration that flowed throughout the blazing intensity of the shop lamps from dawn till dusk.

“Would someone get that hamster OUT OF HERE!” Somewhere a tool clattered on the floor, the unmistakable rhythm of feet hitting cement faded in the back room.

Lance heaved a sigh and sank down a little more in his shoes. “Look,” he grumbled, into the phone at his ear. “I’m sayin it. Not payin’. Not one cent. I’m not gunna argue this over like a broken record, get your facts straight on that customer report. Bottom line, you sent us the wrong parts.” He stepped a little past the corner of the doorway and checked the customers lined up at the counter. “Uh-huh. No. No, don’t go there. I promise, I can break you. Let‘s be civil about this.” Behind him, one of the crewmen raced by, bent far forward with his arms outstretched. Whatever he was chasing, it wasn’t close to getting caught.

The door parted by a fraction and two more customers entered behind a woman and child. “You can always tell what’s going on inside, by the way the different angles the cars are parked outside.” Mystery shuffled through the thin gap in the door, while casting dubious glances up at Arthur. “Uncle Lance! Yellow!” Arthur waved his arm, but turned away from the line of customers as he began another fit of hacking. “Is this a bad time?” Mystery barked twice, and looked to the lady that was staring at him. Them. The dog frowned behind his smart spectacles.

“I know you can’t close the transaction, and to be honest that ain’t my problem, is it?” Lance covered the mouth piece of the phone and stepped into the lobby. “I was wonderin’ when you’d be getting back ’round. Your trip go well?” The worker that had been racing around in the back now moved into the window, he began waving his arms high over his head and making wide sweeping gestures toward Arthur.

“About that,” Arthur hiccupped, eyes fixed on the dancing figure. He moved by the customer line and met Lance at the gap in the counter. “We made such good time—” He was cut off when Lance shoved the phone into his hand.

“Here. Talk to this guy, you’re good with the phone stuff.” That said, Lance turned and motioned the clerk at the counter assisting their next client. “When you’re done here, can you go check inventory for those new fangel fuel lines?”

Arthur put the phone to his ear. “Er, hello? Parts?” The worker that had been motioning to Arthur earlier, now came over with a clipboard and a thin page tethered to the front. The crewmate pulled the first page up as Arthur read the transcript over, the guy pointed to the distinctly varied numbers in orders and deliveries. Arthur pinned the phone under his chin and motioned to the guy with his fingers. The crewman gestured back and smirked.

Oh dear, they’re doing this again? Mystery rolled his eyes and sat.

“I’m good fixing phones, not talking people,” Arthur mouthed. The crewmate pantomimed talking with his hand.

“I’ll give you a bonus if you can save us a buck,” Lance grumbled. Once the clerk had finished with the customer, they darted back into the garage through the doorway. Lance moved over to a stepstool built against the counter, and made a rather graceful leap – for someone of his stature – onto the sturdy stoop. He pulled the keyboard over for the computer and began typing. “I’m sorry about the wait, Miss. Name?”

“Yes? Hello?” Arthur chirped. “You‘re the manager? Good-good.” He adjusted the phone at his ear, and leaned over the counter as he read over the provided page on the clipboard. “I’m looking at the order form right here. Yes. You don’t need to be snooty. The invoice says we ordered five cases of the model G, but we only use the model T. The serial number’s off.”

The crewmate made a series of gestures to Arthur, to which Arthur gave a sideways shrug. The crewmate plopped his hand back to his side when Mystery darted by, toward the back door the clerk left by.

“I’m just sayin,” Arthur went on. He paused and rubbed his palm to his brow. “Yes, totally. We can keep the parts, and we can sell them to another shop, and loose some money – that’d be about equivalent to the money we’re gonna lose in the shipping expenses. Hmm? Is that so?” Arthur pinned the phone to his ear with his shoulder, his hand reached up over his brow and began straightening up his darker hair tufts. “I’m glad we’re on the same page. Now listen, you’re about to lose a loyal, paying customer over a serial number typo, that’s in your invoice copy. I’m sure Ratchet N’ Clanks would— Whas’that? You will?” Arthur began nodding. “That is super-duper, you are such a wizard with bizz to bizz relations. Uh-huh, yeah, you have a good day too.”

Arthur groaned under his breath. He handed the phone back to the mechanic and smacked his forehead to the countertop. The crewmate gave Arthur’s back a light pat before returning to the garage. It took a little too long for Arthur to get his bearings together, he didn’t feel inclined to move too fast.

Lance finished assisting a figure in a maroon hoody. “I suppose you’ll want that bonus?” He snatched a piece of paper that slid out of the printer and handed it to the figure. “If you’ll step outside, someone will get you set up.” Lance pulled a small handheld communicator from his belt and spoke a brief message into it.

“Put it on my tab,” Arthur mumbled. “I need to commission some work on the van.” Without meaning to, Arthur dragged out the word ‘some’.

Lance nodded, his hand already directing the mouse on the screen to his nephew’s active account. The lobby was currently empty, the door slipped shut on their most recent customer. “The usual oil change? Check up?”

“Um,” Arthur grimaced. He shuffled a little closer to the computer Lance worked on and leaned on his bent arm. “I managed to get that done already. Er, what I was thinking….”

“Yes?” Lance narrowed his eyes minutely.

Arthur kneaded the edge of his vest with his fingers and took a breath. “Some inner restoration, new batteries, tires changed, and I need to schedule to get the side repainted.” The sentence was spoken in a hasty blur. When he finished, Arthur pressed his lips together tightly and leaned far-far back from the counter.

A slow blink was Lance’s response. “What?”

“I thought you were kidding!” Lance grated. “I thought!… you were…” Lance’s voice ceased and he shut his eyes. He took a deep breath and reevaluated the notary details of the van presented to him. Was this really the same vehicle? It was unfathomable that Arthur, of all people, would let - THE Van - come to be in this condition. “You know what? Never mind.”

“Hey Uncle Lance,” Vivi hailed from the back. The van was parked beside the furthest shutter of the garage, currently empty of customer automobiles, the passenger side and back doors left wide open. “I’d go over the details, but it looks like we’ll be sticking around for a while. So, no rush on work.” Vivi held up her hands and motioned Lance to keep it calm. Though no outer countenance gave away Lance’s inner turmoil, his face was beat red and his fists were clutched tightly at the sides of his belt. “And you can do whatever you need inside to get it ship shape, we’re gonna unpack everything, and I mean everything.” Vivi tucked her hands behind her back.

Lance hadn’t looked Vivi’s way, he was still staring at the once pristine yellow clad box of the Mystery Skull’s transport. “Do I want to know?” he grumbled, at last. “No! I don’t. But this’ll keep me up all night… No! I’ll regret’t if I ask.” Vivi stared as Lance pulled a hand up and tugged at his beard, he turned away continuing with his gruff mutterings. “I’m sure there is a safe, uneventful, tale attached to this happenin’? Isn’t there?” Vivi’s frown deepened, lips screwed tight. “Your usually both such careful drivers though.” He sighed.

“Uncle Lance?” Vivi ventured. “It was just an accident with the equipment. You know how the laptop always overheats?” Vivi stepped off the bumper and leaned on the inner side of one door, hands crossed behind her back. She moved a little more out of the way as Lance trudged forward.

“An accident. Right,” Lance mumbled. He heaved himself up onto the floorboard and stood. “This is the ceiling.” He stabbed at the flanking headliner with a finger, and looked back at Vivi. “The. Ceiling. Its ruined.”

Arthur leaned around the door opposite of Vivi, the corner of his mouth tugged back in a grim smirk. “It was an interesting experience.”

“Are these scorch marks on the seats!”

Vivi turned to Arthur wide eyed, and brought a hand to her mouth. “We… I don’t know if you’d understand.” To Arthur she mouthed, ‘When did that?’

Arthur sniffed and shrugged. He sipped at the cup of coffee he carried. In the garage slot they parked near, Mystery’s barks rang out as he dashed after the squeaking wheels of a certain orange fluff. The little ball zipped around basement boarders and across the yellow/black striped caution tape adhered to the floor, while Mystery kept in hot pursuit.

“Hey,” Arthur called. “Are you forgetting who your favorite person is?”

The orange fluff zigzagged out of Mystery’s path. Mystery kept running, even as Galahad made a beeline out of the garage. Arthur set his cup on the floor and held his hand down for the plump little rodent plush.

“Aw, look’t you,” Arthur cooed. “I swear you get bigger everyday. What’re you eating? Uncle Lance? What’re feeding Galy?” Arthur stood and ran his thumb over Galahad’s hair tufts. He ignored Vivi’s sly grin.

“Oh, y’know,” Lance grumbled, as he pulled some of the ruined ceiling away. “Crickets, pizza, fish crackers, eggs an’ bacon. The usual.”

Arthur and Vivi exchanged horrorstruck faces. “That’s not what I told you to do!” Arthur yelped.

The van creaked under Lance’s weight as he tromped out, and hopped onto the pavement. “Doesn’t seem to be hurtin’ the little fella.” Lance gave Galahad a pat on his head, then straightened out his belt and walked off. “We’ll need to get some pictures. For the website… What d’you feed him, anyway?”

“What? I feed him hamster pellets, like a normal, responsible pet owner!” Arthur bent his thumb under Galahad’s chin and scratched. Galahad didn’t care, he was a hamster getting scratchies.

Lance scoffed. “Yuk. No wonder he wouldn’t eat. I fixed that for you.”

Arthur groaned and turned to Vivi. “A little help?”

Vivi sniggered. “I’m the last person you should ask. Mystery won’t even look at dog food.”

Arthur swung his stump in the hound’s direction. Mystery walked by, nose upturned. He wasn’t getting involved. “He’s different!” Arthur winced back when Vivi began fixing his vest collar. He glanced at the flashlight Vivi carried, as she moved it behind her back.

“How do you know Galahad isn’t?” Vivi murmured. “We’ll start getting everything together. You have the keys?”

Arthur nodded, only partially getting what Vivi had said. He spun about and looked through the garage, the trucks and cars with hoods raised, the cough of a torch, the sparkle of embers and the buzz of electricity. His element. “It’ll be good goin’ back to what I know,” he spoke, softly. “People think our work is easy?” He chuckled. “This is what I know.” He looked down on his hand. Galahad was curling down into a relaxed puff, little by little the hamster’s eyes slipped shut.

“Really, Art?” Vivi posed. “Is that all?” She frowned at the flashlight when she tried the switch, but it wouldn’t turn on.

“Well, that’s hardly it,” Arthur admitted. “A change of pace, I’m looking forward to it. Huh Galy, you missed me? Tell her.” Galahad was fast asleep.

Off a ways inside the repair shop, Lance hoots back, “Did you remember to plug your arm in?”

Arthur groans, and realizes he’s unable to face palm effectively. “It’s not that kind of prosthetic!”

Some of the equipment needed retooling and inspection, following up the assortment and extended use they had taken throughout the course of the trip. They didn’t have the boxes or time at the hour to get the work done today, but Arthur did sift out some of the gear that got the heaviest wear, and took that on up along with a few personal bags. By a small marvel, Vivi managed to convince Arthur to cart up these items in smaller units, rather than the ‘superman’ trips Arthur was initially dedicated to.

One trip down, Lance managed to catch Arthur as he was bouncing down the steps from the top level. Lance stood by the doorway that opened into the main work room, as Arthur was slinking by, and said, “If you need a few off, to get your bearings. I’ll understand.” Lance raised his eyebrows when Arthur paused. “We’re busy, but what’s new?”

“No, no,” Arthur chocked out. “Vi and,” Arthur caught himself, and shook his train of thought off into a series of coughs. “Mystery and Viv-vi. They’ll unpack and stuff at her place, everything‘s cool. Trust me, I kinda, um…need some distraction.” Arthur reached a hand behind his neck and rubbed at the edge of his shirt collar.

Lance tugged his gloves a little tighter over his hands. It was no secret between uncle and nephew that Lance was deliberately avoiding the One question. “Rough case?”

Arthur moved his hand up to a rub at his hairline, and nodded. “Well, it was mostly— I mean, we did some other stuff along the way.” Galahad was suddenly on his shoulder. How he got there, Arthur was clueless to that rational. He scooped the Hamster off his shoulder and debated on whether Galahad could still fit in his pocket. “Vivi drove most the way back, but she’s not expected back at the Tome Tomb for another two days.”

Lance nodded, without dropping his eyes from Arthur’s face. “Don’t overwork yourself, lad. If you need, ask one of the crew to take over. But whatever you do,” and here, Lance’s voice got low. “Don’t make me drag you away from your work. Understood?”

Arthur made a little sound as he nodded. He clutched Galahad to his chest as Lance stepped forward and gave him a firm pat on his good shoulder.

“Now go do your thing.” With that, Lance spun on heel and returned to the garage. Arthur stood there for a moment, struggling to take that all in.

A question began to bubble within Vivi as she navigated the van, carefully, among the traffic of their hometown. She wasn’t wondering about the final verdict of their case, didn’t mull over the reasoning of the College’s quick decision; she didn’t even fret over the prospect of Lewis assisting in unpacking what gear remained in the van, though she did ponder a multitude of small, unrelated, aspects.

“You’ve been to my apartment? A couple times?”

Lewis, in the passenger seat, had looked from the window and stared at Vivi for a full minute. It didn’t bode well with her. “I think you… moved,” Lewis petered. He peered up through the windshield at the complex of building clusters, all set about the acreage of land that was undoubtedly property to the same host. “I don’t think, you never lived here. From what I remember.” Lewis didn’t want to say anymore. “It’s nice though.”

“Thank you,” Vivi mumbled. She guided the van through the entrance gate and rolled along the open asphalt parking lot. There are a lot of cars parked in their respective spaces at the building entrance doors, open yard plots and brush filled up the areas that weren’t road. “I… y’know, I think I moved in the first place.” She had a hard time putting it into words. The implications, the sorrow budding in her soul; the yearning and sensation of forgetfulness – she forgot something. The radio was sometimes left on, she always double checked the oven before she went out anywhere, nothing in her apartment had ever been misplaced, far as she knew – she had a bad habit of leaving small curious in inappropriate places, but never lost anything important. It was this nagging in the back of her head, but now she knew the source of it. “—Felt like I had to get some space,” she settled on saying. “This feels kind of open, and Mystery could get out and run like a normal dog.”

A subdued ‘oof’ bounced from the vans back.

The van was parked two spaces down from the entrance doors of the apartment cluster. A cool breeze ran between the neighboring building clusters, tumbling down through the bare branches of the trees and ruffling Vivi’s cushy scarf. The air around her was soaked in yellow with tinges of amber, or it could’ve just been the van she was standing beside. It took a bit more time than estimated to let Arthur get himself unpacked, and the sun was already winding its way downward with every tick of the minute. Soon it would be dark, but it would be dark in her own home.

Vivi shuddered and fixed up her scarf around her neck. She rounded the side of the van and popped open the back doors. Mystery was within, moving around the smaller bags that he could manage and some of the leftover groceries.

“Ugh, we should have left the ice chest with Arthur,” Vivi chided, aloud. Mystery pinned his paws to the top of the cooler and shoved the sloshing box out of the way. “It’s his anyway.” She looked up when the anticipated reassurance failed to drift her way. The purplish pompadour was still hovering by the headrest, the door remained shut. “You okay, Lewlew?”

Lewis raised his shaded eyes over the bench seat. “You sure no one’s gonna care? Seeing me around?” Lewis’ voice took on a soft warble, the echoing tone that had drenched his shaded self. “They might start asking around, getting nosy.” He had the door opened already and slid out, nearly slipped through the door itself.

“You’re kind of hard to miss,” Vivi muttered, as Lewis joined her. She reached out and patted Lewis on his vest’s front. “Really, nobodies’ gonna ask about you. Most the tenants are so clueless about what’s going on around them – I actually thought there was an unnatural reason for that. But! Trust me, it’ll be fine.” She returned to the vans interior and began heaping up what bags she could manage; she didn’t want Lewis to catch the little hint of a scowl she felt tugging at her lips. “Daylights awasting, better get a move on!” On second thought, she shoved the accumulated bags up into Lewis arms. “Got that? Never mind, dumb question.”

Mystery lead the way. He carried quite a bit for a dog, some of the backpacks and a sleeping bag were tied together and looped over his backside, an extra bag of groceries was clenched in his jaws. He had some difficulty elevating himself in such a way, that didn’t force the bags to topple off his shoulders and onto the floor. It took some coordination to get his paw up high enough to hit the elevators call button.

“I’m on the third floor,” Vivi mentioned. The buzzer chimed as the doors opened to the lift. As the three boarded, Vivi hits the number panel with her elbow and backs up to make room for Lewis in the tiny box. The doors grated shut and following a short intermission, a faint chime signaled the lifts begrudging ascent.

As the numbers morphed on the digital panel at the upper corner, Vivi bit at her lip in the stifling silence. “But we… the group,” she began. The elevator dinged, the number read two. “I don’t know why I moved in the first place.”

Lewis glanced her way. “Did Arthur help you?”

Vivi shook her head. Not all the time Arthur spent in the hospital was for recovering from his amputation. “Where would you stay? Normally?” she inquired. The lift chimed as the doors part, and Mystery led the way out. Vivi didn’t move. “You don’t have any place to hang out, is what I’m trying to say. But I don’t remember if you were once crashing at my place, if that’s how we did it, and it felt really awkward to ask.” She tilted her head sideways, a slight shrug. “You need someplace to… wait, how should I put this? A place… where you’re known about, and don’t have to hide all the time?”

Lewis kicked his foot into the sliding door when it began to close. He mulled over what Vivi was saying, though his thoughts had gone to another place. “Whoa, hold the phone!” he crowed. “Is that all that’s bothering you?”

Vivi squinted her eyes behind her glasses and nodded. “Sort of. Last time, we didn’t really do anything about it? You hung around the van, and even if it didn’t need to hit the shop, that wasn’t right.”

Lewis kicked the door again. The elevator didn’t like him. “That was fine? Best for me,” he admitted. “The van, it was a good place to start. I told you this.” Vivi marched by and Lewis followed, the elevator doors snapped at his rear. Lewis kicked a foot out backwards, the sound of his ‘heel’ hitting the door reverberated throughout the narrow corridor like a dish crashing on a tile floor.

Vivi whirled back. “You WANT me to get evicted?”

“It started it!” Lewis defended. He adjusted the bags in his arms and followed. The hall wasn’t very long, and at the furthest door Mystery stood unable to sit or anything. “De todos modos, como usted recordará? I wasn’t really presentable during that time.”

Vivi scoffed a little. “You hardly are now, but we manage.” She swayed over to Lewis and nudged his side with her elbow. “Mystery? Which bag had the keys?”

When the door of the apartment opened a crack, Mystery zipped inside and hurried to a couch situated near the kitchens bar and doorway. It was in the open living area, the sparse furniture there… felt empty. A few petite lamps camped at the corners of the room, and the end tables of the couch sported Vivi’s customary candles. There were pictures on the wall.

Mystery sprang onto the couch cushions and shrugged off the multitude of bags, then plopped down onto the carpeted floor and rolled on his back. His fur was a mess!

“Don’t be so melodramatic,” Vivi chided. She dumped her keys into a shallow basin on the kitchen counter, and added her collection of bags to those that Mystery had dumped. “I swear sometimes.” She sighed, and looked through some of the grocery bags. “If you want to,” she spoke, as she looked to Lewis shutting the door. “Wait, no, go back. Lemme try again.” Lewis stood and stared at her, baffled. “You should stay here. Would you?”

Lewis nodded. He placed the bags he had – equipment, sacks, a pillow – onto the largest countertop inside the kitchen doorway. The layout of the apartment was nice; it was sizable for the estimated square footage he reasoned the individual cells were spared on each floor. “If you don’t mind a… haunted apartment, I guess.” He couldn’t resist saying it, and the clear delight that bloomed on Vivi’s face made it all worth it.

“Oh my gods, that’s right!” she cheered. Vivi nearly bit into her knuckles when she clutched her fists against her chin. “But wait, what if stuff starts to act up with you hanging around? Should I be worried about that?” And a little under her breath, “Guess I could do some freelance documentation.”

Lewis grinned, and took his sunglasses off. “Take it easy, my blue. I’ll try and keep my influence to a minimum, if that eases your tension.”

“What tension? This is gonna be cool!” Vivi picked up two of her bags from the couch, and motioned over her shoulder. “Go ahead and make yourself comfy. I just gotta check the water closet right quick. Unless, you wanna start puttin’ things away? On second thought, I shouldn’t be asking that. Just relax for now. Settle in.”

Lewis moved over to the couch. “Unless you really don’t want me to, I can start organizing the gear. But it’s no problem.” He looked through the grocery bags; no doubt the kitchen is where he should start. Mystery poked his head up and began nosing at the bag closest to him.

“I’ll leave it up to you, then,” Viv replied, as she walked into a connecting hall. “Be out in a jiff.”

“Tome su tiempo,” Lewis responded. Most of Vivi’s cabinets were tucked tight with instant meals and Ramen packets. Lewis was in the process of putting away some of the chip bags he had picked up, when he picked up on the door click. This was as good time as any. “Mystery? Hey.”

Mystery had opened a package of pastry bear claws on an end table, and was lapping up the gooey icing stuck all over the wrapping. He glanced up when Lewis came over with a walkie-talkie from one of the bags. What? You can’t eat it. The dog turned his snout down to examine the communicator, a piece of twine wrapped around the speak toggle. Do you remember what happened last time we did that? Mystery crossed one paw over the other and gave Lewis a reproaching stare.

“Just let me know if she gets out, before I get back. Don’t roll your eyes at me,” Lewis hissed. “I have to… get something.” Mystery took a deep breath and sighed. “Do this for me, and I’ll cook you up a whole chicken.” At that, Mystery’s eyes popped open. “Rotisserie style, with bacon, butter, slow cooked. You’re not willing to forfeit a chicken, are you?”

Mystery tapped his claws on the table’s surface. Lewis set the communicator down and left with another walkie-talkie in hand.

The shower was going when Lewis returned. Pipes whistled within the walls, muffled by the depth of plaster and wood, the resonance’s depth lurched as Lewis seeped through the door. Mystery still wrestled with his gooey desert, and was working to get his paws clean in the kitchen sink. The dog glimpsed towards the kitchens entrance, upon hearing the apartment door shut delicately. At current, Mystery was scrambling to heft his body up by his elbows the last few inches, in order to shut the sinks faucet off.

“Okay, so,” Lewis began, as he edged around the corner. He watched Mystery sit and begin drying his paws on the dishrag tucked around the handle of the fridge door. “Will you help me hide this? She doesn’t know about it, right? I guess I could’ve left it with Arthur, is he the one that hid this stuff?”

Mystery scrubbed his fur until most of the moisture was gone (it was such a chore), he barely gave Lewis his focus until he realized what it was Lewis had brought up. Why do you have that! The fur on Mystery’s shoulders stood on end, his glasses nearly fell from his snout.

“I’m not risking someone poking around and finding it,” Lewis hissed, face dimming and skull winking through momentarily. “And you don’t have any better ideas.”

True. Mystery released the rag and lowered one paw to the linoleum floor, the other he curled under his chin in his ponder. His sharp ears twitched as he listened to the shower run, there were numerous areas in the apartment that Vivi flat out shut up and never revisited; any one might do, but it wouldn’t do to be rash about this.

Mystery made a decision. He padded to the entrance of the kitchen, his steps slowing as he approached Lewis. The hound turned his snout up and followed Lewis line of sight as he passed. Lewis broke his gaze and took a large step out of the dog’s general perimeter. Mystery gave his coat a hard shake, his dog tag rattled at his collar, but he kept walking. Lewis followed.

Parallel to the bathroom in the narrow hall was a door, and as Lewis suspected it opened up into a closet. Lewis held the dust brushed container in one arm, as he held the door open with the other. He listened to the shower running at his back and gauged how much time he ‘might’ have to work with. If he knew Vivi like he thought, she didn’t savor a shower unless it wasn’t optional. Unless, celebratory returning home shower? Well, Lewis didn’t need to get caught hanging around outside the door like this…. Ahem.

“She won’t look in here?” Lewis pressed.

For emphasis, Mystery sneezed. The shelves within were filled with old books and an Encyclopedia collection of tattered used notebooks – the notebooks retirement home and graveyard. Other shelves were stuffed with a few extra blankets, most in shades of blues and reds. The hound tilted his head far back on his shoulders and directed his snout to the topmost corner. He used the lowest shelf before him to balance, and stood up on his back legs. Mystery ambled sideways, nose and ears aimed at that shelf, he yapped, and clicked his jaws.

“I’m trustin’ you, then,” Lewis answered. Mystery shrugged his shoulders and dropped down to his four legs. He sauntered off to the living area, leaving Lewis to his personal business.

The highest shelf wasn’t too high for Lewis’ stature, but he did raise himself an extra foot to allow for some careful organization. He shuffled around some overburdened boxes filled with knickknacks and curios, some he recognized from a far ago time, from another adventure. Lewis concealed the box in the out of the way space, and packed in the other cartons that had been misplaced by its introduction. A blanket, a wall of notebooks, and more boxes – but Vivi was sharp when it came to ‘organization.’ Lewis kept going, and began reorganizing some of the souvenir containers. Actually, he recognized a lot of these things, but there were artifacts Lewis couldn’t bring himself to hardly look at. He couldn’t decide if it was for some vague reason he disassociated with, or if it was the item itself. Most of them were not typical charms, they were authentic but Lewis had never considered what that would mean until now. It couldn’t be good for Vivi to be hoarding all this stuff.

Lewis must’ve been caught up in the fleeting touch with nostalgia for some of time. He lost himself flipping through old journals, while looking at a large black cylinder of some sort of rock that might’ve been granite, but probably wasn’t. The door beside him swung open, and Vivi very nearly stepped and into him.

Freshly clothed, a towel tied around her head, Vivi brought her raised hands down to her face when she saw Lewis, but only for a splint second. A collection of papers scattered through a flash of embers, the black stone hit the carpet with a Thump! Vivi winced and shielded her eyes, more from the light than the wash of heat.

“Oh gosh, Lewis!” she gasped. Vivi looked around, squinting. The so named ghost was absent. “Lew. How’s it possible for a big guy like you, to get startled by someone like me?” She tried to stifle a giggle as she knelt and gathered up the torn pages. “Are you here, or did you vanish to Timbuctoo?” There was no answer, and Vivi worried. She postponed book retrieval and sat on her knees, staring about the thin slit of the hall. It felt smaller now, confined. “Lew?”

“I’m here,” the disembodied voice rang out, softly. From the hall, there was little of the living area itself that was visible, but that’s where the voice resonated from. “I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Vivi felt a little of the weight lift. “I was getting nervous. Do what you need.” She dithered, as she flipped a page less notebook open. “A-are you… okay?”

“Peachy,” Lewis answered. It tried to sound chipper, his speech, but remained a little off. “Yeah, I was a little startled. Even big guys like me get spooked if you, y’know, sneak up on them. You have a habit of doing that.”

Vivi sniggered, and resumed pulling the torn papers together – some of the edges were tinged yellow and black flacked off. As she tucked the pages together, she reviewed some of the presented files. “I don’t know why I keep all this old stuff. We put it all on the computer, eventually….” This was partially a lie, it was hard to sit down and do more writing than was absolutely necessary. “I should probably be more concerned with why you were poking around in my stuff.”

Lewis poked his head out around the halls end. “Mystery! He said it was fine!”

A bark of indignation shot from the living room.

“This is your stuff too, though.” Vivi rolled the weighty granite ball into the closet, beside a pair of red dog shoes. “But that doesn’t excuse you for being nosey.”

Lewis stepped over to Vivi and crouched down. He had not managed to slip out of his death suit, but a vibrant purple ascot was wrapped about his collar. “Lo siento, mi Estrella. I…” Lewis reframed from uttering a noise of mangled, broken static. Arthur had asked him about those ‘off noises’ he made occasionally, and Lewis was horrified to learn that the debative hums he thought he was making came across as the pop-crackle that faulty radio speakers were so eager to share. “I think I’ll be sleeping on the couch. Can I borrow some blankets?”

Vivi stuffed the pages into one of the stripped empty notebook, and gave Lewis a curious look. She was without her glasses and the corridor was dark, but the locket on Lewis’ suit front was very bright. Her eyes moved from it, to Lewis’ face. “It’s not no where near time for bed,” she said. “Besides, if you want a bed we’re bringing up the blankets too. These are,” she reached over and patted one blanket on the shelf, and coughed. “Not very hospitable, don’t you think?”

Lewis helped Vivi up when she began to rise; she stuffed the books back between their cousins and distant relations on the shelves. For a minute Vivi stood and stared at the cluttered shelves, possibly evaluating where she could stick the next new series of fresh documentations.

“I’ll just head on down and unload some more stuff, then,” Lewis offered. Vivi shut the door and walked with him to the living room. A tall shelf by the window held the stereo, its radio was on and the volume low while Mystery listened. Mystery let his head slump over the couches armrest, ears slanted comfortable as the dog dozed. “You should rest for a bit,” Lewis went on. He turned from the sight of Mystery, and indicated Vivi with a finger, lightly accusing. “And I know you didn’t let your guard down once, at all, on our way back.” He froze when Vivi threw her arms around his sides and hugged. “¿Qué, cariño? I’m comin’ right back.”

Vivi mumbled into his chest. “I know. I wanted… I need to try and appreciate you more.” She removed her hands from around Lewis and stepped back from him. “I sometimes wonder….” She shook her head and dabbed at her eyes with the end of her scarf. “No, it’ll be fine. Don’t get yourself lost, or I’ll come find you.” A wide grin alit on Lewis face, and he leaned down to give Vivi a little peck on her forehead. Vivi shivered, and Mystery gave one of his over-the-top dog sighs.

“You won’t even miss me.” Lewis left her by the couch and went straight to the door. He gave a small wave, before he pulled the door shut at his back.

Vivi had a hand to her face and was trying not to grin. She turned to Mystery when he grumbled noisily. The hound was facing her now and had his arms crossed over the armrest of the couch, head tilted and a curious smirk on his snout. Vivi was concerned for a moment, as Mystery’s bright eyes moved from her and over towards the door Lewis left by. Mystery’s grin only grew wider.

Then it hit Vivi like a tsunami. Vivi raced to the door, backpedaled and grabbed the sunglasses left on the countertop, then burst out the door screaming (as softly) as she could muster without alerting Kingsman Mechanics. “Lew! Wait! You’re not descent!”

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BNHA Halloween Day 16 - Bury

@bnha-halloween2019 | Day [16]: [Bury] / [Class 1-a] | [Everyone] | [Slight use of swear words]

A fun little Drabble ft. a dead hamster

“All right who did it!?!” Bakugo stormed down the stairs, hands popping out of fury.

“Who did what?” Uraraka lifted her head up from Tsu’s lap where is was resting. The magazine she was reading was now set down on her thigh.

“I think you know what I’m talking about.” He held up, by just a claw, a dead hamster.

“Ew Bakugo what is that?” Mina almost choked on the slurpee she was drinking. The girls had all gotten back from a trip to the mall. Shopping bags and garbage from their takeout was strewn about the common area.

“Shut it, raccoon eyes. Who the hell put this thing in my bed?”

The sounds coming out of Bakugo’s mouth echoed throughout the dorm. Everyone came out of there rooms to see what all the ruckus was about.

“What’s going on here,” Iida said. It wasn’t even a question. He was just so iirate with Bakugo.

“It seems that someone has put a dead hamster in Bakugo’s bed.” Uraraka giggled at Tsu’s comment and laid her head back down in the girl’s lap.

“Bold of you to assume it was one of us and not Kaminari.”

All eyes were now on Kaminari who looked terrified, like everyone was about to gang up on him. “Jiro,” he said. “Why would you say something like that?”

“Hang on everyone.” Momo used her quirk to create a cane, yanking Bakugo away from Kaminari. “Do we know where the hamster came from?”

“Yeah.” It was Sato who spoke up. “Koda filled out some paperwork and the school provided him with an animal to practice his quirk on. I don’t know how it died, but it was alive last night.”

“Alright. So where is Koda?”

Everyone looked around, confused as to where he had run off to.

Sato sighed. “He had to go home for a few days. Family emergency.”

The room turned into an outburst of squabbles amongst the class. One might be able to make out the occasional “what do we do?” and “how did this even happen?” and even a “DIE ASSHOLE,” proceeded by Momo yanking Bakugo back with her cane, but only if they tried hard enough.

“Guys guys guys!” It was Ojiro who spoke up now. “I just got a text from Koda. He said he’s coming back tomorrow morning.”

“Ah shit,” Mina said. “Well it was nice knowing you all.” She tossed the empty slurpee cup behind her head and picked up her shopping bags, planning to walk out the door and never return.

“Hang on, Ashido.” Iida was clearly thinking hard as to what to do in this situation. “I think whoever was supposed to be taking care of this animal needs to be the one to break it to Koda. Then we’ll make it up to him somehow.”

“That’s the other thing.” Sato scratched the back of his neck. “It was an animal provided by the school, so there’s a crazy expensive fine if the animal is injured in any irreparable way. And I think death is pretty irreparable.”

“How expensive is it? I’m sure it can’t be that baAAAAAAAAAA” Iida screamed after Uraraka showed him just how much the school would be cheating their dear classmate out of his money. That was it. Iida was broken and was unsure of what to do at that point.

“Well,” Kaminari. “I think there’s only one option at this point. We need to pull of a heist. A group of us will bury the hamster, a group will go out and buy a new one, and a group will go stall if Koda tries to call, text, or come home early.”

“That has to be the shittiest plan I’ve ever heard, dunce face,” Bakugo said.

“Well does anyone have a better plan?”

The room was silent. No one wanted their classmate to have to have to pay a crazy expensive fine, and they didn’t want Koda to be upset with any of them.

“I didn’t think so,” Kaminari said. “Now me, Kirishima, Bakugo, Sero, Mina and Jiro will be on burial duty.”

“Don’t tell me what to–” Bakugo was cut off by Kirishima shushing him.

“Come on, man. He’s onto something.”

“Midoriya, Todoroki, Uraraka, Tsu, Iida, and Yaoyorozu will be on hamster buying duty. And the rest of you will be on distracting duty. Actually Tokoyami, maybe you should come with us. I don’t know, I feel like you’d do well at funerals.”

The only response Kaminari got out of that was a quiet, “revelry in the dark” from Tokoyami himself.

“Damn,” Midoriya said to no one in particular. “Who knew Kaminari would be good at delegating stuff.”

“Damn,” Uraraka said. “Who knew you could throw shade like that.”

“Does everyone know their job?” Kaminari looked around the room of nodding individuals. “Okay everyone. Break!”

Team Distraction (Sato, Shoji, Ojiro, Toru, Aoyama)

“What are we even supposed to do?” Toru asked. Everyone could tell she was playing with the hem of her shirt even though they weren’t able to see her hands. “I mean what are the odds he’ll–”

“Crap he just texted me!” Sato practically launched his phone across his room, where they were all situated.

“What does it say?”

“He wants to know how the hamster’s doing. Crap what do I tell him?”

“Tell him she’s napping,” Ojiro said.

“No that she’s running on the wheel. That way he’ll know she’s being active.”

“But she isn’t being active she’s dead,” Shoji popped in.

“Tell him that she’s magnific.” Aoyama flashed them all a glimmering smile.

“Alright alright alright,” Sato said. “I’ll tell him she’s running on the wheel.”

Another few minutes went by of chatting and laughing when Sato received another text. “Guys it’s Koda,” he said. He felt lightheaded. “The hamster doesn’t have a wheel.”

Team Burial (Mina, Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari, Bakugo, Tokoyami, Jiro)

“Hamsty was a good hamster,” Kaminari said, making up this fake eulogy as he went. “She had a kind heart, though it was not very big and it gave out rather quick.”

“Be sure to make it deep, Bakugo,” Kirishima whispered as to not disturb Kaminari’s wonderful speech that was taking place. “We don’t want it to start smelling.”

Kirishima and Bakugo were digging a hole in the ground while Kirishima was speaking. Mina was crying at the death of such an innocent hamster while Sero was comforting her. Jiro had her arms crossed, wishing she was anywhere but there at that moment and Tokoyami was watching with intent, just as Kaminari had predicted.

“Shut up, shitty hair. This isn’t the first grave I’ve dug. I know what I’m doing.”

Jiro’s ears perked up at that last part. “What was that, Bakugo?”

“Huh?” The confused look on Bakugo’s face made everyone, other than Kirishima who was trying to have a touching moment, laugh.

“Whose grave have you dug?” Sero asked, edging onto the conversation. “Let me guess. Midoriya.”

Everyone burst out into an even louder and more annoying laughter.

“SHUT UP!” Bakugo went to use his quirk, but he couldn’t.

“What are you seven doing out here,” the familiar voice of Aizawa asked. “And tearing up the beautiful grass that was just planted.”

“Mr. Aizawa!” They were all scared shitless.

“You have three seconds to start explaining what is going on here.”

They all looked at each other and made the executive decision to run away in different directions. With so many of them and only one of him he couldn’t catch all of them, right? Boy were they wrong. Aizawa’s scarf is much more powerful than it looks, and it didn’t take long for all of them to be wound up in his capture weapon and dragged to his office.

Team Purchase (Midoriya, Todoroki, Uraraka, Iida, Tsuyu, Yaoyorozu)

“Alight everyone,” Iida said. “I think we should split up into teams of two and search the nearest pet stores for a look alike to the hamster Koda previously had.”

“Shouldn’t we not split up anymore than we already are?” Tsuyu asked. Uraraka nodded in agreement.

“Does anyone even know what the hamster looked like?” Everyone turned their eyes to Todoroki and it suddenly dawned upon them that no one knew exactly what they were looking for.

“It was light brown on the top I think,” Uraraka said. “Right?”

“Yeah and it had black eyes,” Midoriya said.

“I think they all have black eyes.” Yaoyorozu took out her phone and texted Kaminari an SOS.

“Well,” Tsuyu said. “I guess we’ll have to just go by memory.”

It was then that everyone got a text from Sato. Koda finished with his family early and would be back at the dorms later that night. The six looked up at each other and let out one concise “fuck.”

Heights Alliance

Everyone was gathered in the common room. Some of them had seriously scared looks on their faces as they had been chastised by Aizawa for the past hour. “Guys he’ll be here any minute. Where are Midoriya and the others?” Sato asked.

Mina looked at her phone. “Yaomomo said they’d be back any minute now.”

As if on cue, team purchase burst through the door holding a cardboard box that happened to be squeaking.

“Something really smells out there,” Uraraka said, holding her nose. “Like rotting.”

Kirishima nudged Bakugo in the side. They clearly did not dig a deep enough hole; not that they had the time to in any case.

“Did you guys find one?” Toru asked.

Iida carefully opened the box and took out the small creature inside. “This is the one we could find closest to what we remember about the creature.”

“It’s fine just go put it in it’s cage before Koda gets back!” Sato all but yelled.

The deed was done. They had replaced their friend’s dead hamster, and all they could do was wait for Koda to get back. When Koda did arrive at the dorms, everyone was ridden with anxiety, to say the least.

“Koda!!!” Mina yelled, wrapping him in a hug.

He stumbled back at the random display of affection, and at everyone for that matter, since they were all acting much friendlier than usual. The quiet boy brought his things up to his room after letting everyone know where he had been. He claimed that he was tired after a long day and could use a nap.

Everyone sighed in relief, confident that everything would be okay. That is until their phones rang with a message from Koda.

Koda: What did you all do to my hamster?

It was a simple question that shouldn’t have scared them, but everyone could tell there was some form of resentment behind it.

“Guys,” Kaminari said. “I may have jumped the gun on this one.”

Everyone glared at him, flashing eyes that could, no, would kill.

“On that note,” Kaminari ran out of the building, only to be chased by an angry mob of his classmates.

#bnha-halloween2019 #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha drabble #my hero academia

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p-artsypants · 5 years

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Longest Night (18) Vowing

Marinette had thought Highschool had been hard. Right now, in this moment, she'd give anything to go back to those petty arguments and gossip fueled drama. But she couldn't. Instead, she and Adrien were trapped here, being punished, humiliated, tortured, for being heroes, all broadcasted for the world to see. At least she and her kitty were in this together. For now. Whump!Fic

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Before we get into this chapter, I just want to thank each and every one of you for sticking with this pain for so long. I know it hurts, but man, I really want the ending to be worth it for everyone. Just stick with me for a little longer!

This chapter may be the most dark. We are Adrien and Marinette, and some sad stuff is going to happen. But I have ended the chapter with some fluff to balance it out. And I think we are halfway through. We’ll see if the ending drags on longer.

I hope you all forgive me.

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Marinette had officially lost track of the days. It was a feat that she had kept up with it as long as she had. But given there were no clocks and no sunlight, she was forced to conclude that time didn’t matter in this place.

Given the amount of times she ‘rested’ in her cage, she’d put their stay at either 5 days or a full week.

Could torture grow stagnant? Because that’s what it was starting to feel like.

In the mornings, there was some form of humiliation tactic being used. Degrading names, dehumanizing acts. Forced to eat food off the ground, forced to crawl and act like animals.

She was getting used to it.

And that was concerning.

In the afternoon, they’d hang from their chains, and in the evenings, they played the noose game.

Adrien at least coped better than he did at the beginning. He kept his eyes clenched shut and refused to cry out. When he began to hyperventilate, he would remember how to breathe, and calm down for a moment, before repeating the cycle.

Had Salo run out of ideas? Or was something worse coming?

It seemed the questioned would be answered after the fifth ‘rest’.

Marinette awoke to someone stomping on her hand, which was outside of the cage, holding Adrien’s.

She recoiled with a hiss, pulling her hand back in and holding it.

“Isn’t that just so disgustingly sweet?” Salo asked, as the chains on her door were unlocked. “You’re sure going to like what we do today!”

Marinette was grabbed by the wrist and pulled into another room. Obediently, she didn’t ask any questions, but she was keenly aware that Adrien wasn’t following her.

In the new room, Marinette was made to stand. It was a small room, one light on the ceiling, with a table off to the side. A paper bag sat on the table.

She was alone with Salo. But that gun was still on her hip.

“Are you ready for the most important day of your life?”

Marinette hunched her shoulders. What was that supposed to mean?

“I…I don’t know.”

“Of course you don’t, you stupid bitch.” Salo laughed. “Now strip.”

A precursory glance around the room showed that there where no cameras in the room.

It’s not like it mattered though. Paris had already seen her naked.

So she pulled at the ties and took off her robe, laying it on the table nearby.

Salo didn’t say anything, just took out some white fabric from the bag. A corset and tutu, to be exact.

Marinette stared at the outfit with some degree of confusion.

“What, you’ve never seen a wedding dress before?” Asked Salo, with a little grin.

“Not…one that looked like that.”

She laughed. “Oh I know it’s a little different. But you’ll look so stunning!” She opened up the corset and wrapped it around her waist, fastening it in the front. “Oh good, perfect fit. I worried we’d have to starve you for another week before you could fit into it.” She turned her around, and began to tighten the ribbons.

“Why...am I wearing a wedding dress?”

Salo giggled, “why do you think silly girl? You’re getting married!”

Marinette’s heart felt unbelievably heavy at that announcement. “To who?”

“Why, to Chat Noir, of course. No one else wants you like this.”

Well, that was a relief. And it wasn’t like they were actually getting married, right? This was another one of her sick games. Making a mockery of something beautiful, joyful. Desecrating the sacred, and ruining the perfect.

Salo pulled the ribbons tight, making it hard to breathe.

“Oh, but I know what you’re thinking. This is just some sort of joke, right? No no, my dear. I’ve got a mayor here to make it official. I’m not going to tell you where he’s from, but all the paperwork has already been submitted. In a few hours, you’ll be Mrs. Adrien Agreste. Isn’t that just exciting?”

No.

It wasn’t.

Not like this.

Of course, she loved Adrien. And she loved Chat Noir too, by extension. She always dreamed of marrying him and having three kids and a hamster.

But that was when she was a kid. She was older now, and recognized that she wasn’t ready for marriage. Her and Chat had good camaraderie, Adrien and her were good friends. But a good friendship and business partnership did not a marriage make.

“Aw, you’re so happy you’re crying!” Salo cooed.

Marinette covered her face with her hands.

Her mother was supposed to be here, helping her put on the dress. And Alya, she was supposed to be here too. And her father was going to walk her down the aisle!

Where was the dress that she designed herself? Her flowers? The lovely chateau for the reception?

No, all she had was cold, dirty cement, and a too-revealing dress. If you could even call it that.

“There, let’s do your makeup. No bride is complete without a makeover!”

Marinette shook her head and backed into a corner. “No, no please, I don’t want to do this!”

“What’s wrong? Do you not love him?”

“No, I do! But I—“

Shit.

A malevolent smile came over Salo’s face, snagging onto the information and tucking it away for future use.

“No!” Marinette protested. “I meant that I love him, I care for him, but he’s like my brother! I love him platonically!”

Salo obviously wasn’t buying it.

“You know I hear everything you two say in that room, right? And so does everyone else in Paris. We all know that you had a crush on Adrien, and that he’s in love with you. There’s no use lying to make it easier.”

Salo walked slowly over to her as she talked, and then grabbed Marinette by the hair and forced her to look her in the eye. “Because whether you ‘love’ him, or not, torturing him in front of you is still going to hurt like a bitch.”

Marinette just moaned in pain. There was no winning with this woman.

Salo grabbed her by the wrists and had her sit at the table. “There there, pumpkin. We can’t have you crying while I put on your makeup.” She wiped her face with a handkerchief. “Now, to make you all pretty.”

Clown makeup.

Specifically Pagliacci.

A white face, with thick red lips, black outlines around the eyes, and black lines that looked like tears.

She looked demented.

Crying would only make it look worse.

“Now come along,” Salo grabbed her wrist again. “Your groom awaits you.”

Marinette was dragged by the wrist into the room she was so familiar with. The air reeked of alcohol. Men sat in chairs in rows, forming an aisle. At the end, a man with a book stood at attention.

And Adrien. Who was completely naked except for a bowtie. The bruise from his arm was now a sickly green, while the bruise on his chest from the crowbar was dark purple.

At her entrance, his jaw dropped, his eyes sparkling with tears. Sure, she had wanted her future husband to cry when he saw her in her wedding dress.

But not like this.

Never like this.

The audience stood, wobbling. She recognized that most were some sort of drunk.

Salo looped an arm around hers and started to walk her down the aisle.

The assembled started to sing, in a slur of drunken gaiety.

Here comes the bride,

All dressed in white.

Marinette couldn’t help it. She started to cry. How desperately she wished to hide, to cover herself, to never leave the house again.

Sweetly, serenely in the soft glowing light.

A hand grabbed her butt, and she sobbed outright.

Lovely to see, marching to thee.

Sweet love united for eternity.

Then she was next to Adrien, his mouth still open, searching for words to say.

But he had nothing.

No comfort.

No affection.

Just hopeless silence.

She wasn’t much better.

“Why are you doing this?” She asked Salo, in a stint of bravery.

Salo smiled, in what looked like patience. “In my research of the Ladyblog, I found a recurring theme. A lot of people in the forums wanted you two to get together. Not only that, but they wanted you to have a public ceremony, so everyone could be a part of it. And you see…you both are going to die here. I figure, you probably both wanted to get married someday. Who am I to take that away from you?”

Who indeed?

Adrien reached out and took her hand, squeezing.

Now that she was in front, Marinette noticed something very off about the officiant.

He was shaking like a leaf, and very pale. He didn’t look the least bit jolly like the rest of them. He actually looked downright terrified.

Salo needed an officiant. So, it was likely that he was being held here against his will. Just like them.

“Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to join…Chat Noir and Ladybug together in holy matrimony.”

Holy. There wasn’t anything holy about this. God had his face turned away.

“Adrien, do you take Marinette to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poor, until death do you part?”

Adrien swallowed and answered with a whisper. “I do.”

“And Marinette, do you take Adrien to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poor, until death do you part?”

“Yes, I do.”

The officiant sighed heavily. “The brands?”

Now, Adrien may have had his entire wedding to Ladybug all planned, but no where in all his research, did he read anything about brands.

There was an echoing squeaking coming from the hall, before another one of Salo’s men wheeled in a cart. On it, there was a cast iron pot with hot coals in it, and two pieces of metal sticking out.

Marinette stood a little closer to Adrien, fear overwhelming her. Likewise, he held her hand a little tighter.

Salo, and two men stood from the crowd, and went to Adrien, and took his bad arm, laying it flat, palm up on the cart.

Salo took a pair of heavy gloves and gave them to Marinette. “Alright, you’re going to take this brand right here, and you’re going to press it to his palm for five seconds.”

“I’m not doing that.” Marinette protested.

“Fine, then I’ll do it for you, and make it hurt so much worse. I’ll burn right through his hand.”

“No, wait…” Marinette clenched her fist. “I’ll…I’ll do it.”

“That’s a good girl.”

Marinette slipped the gloves over her shaking hands, and picked up the designated brand. Trembling, she held it over his open palm.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Repeat after me: with this brand, I thee wed.”

“With this brand…I thee wed.” She trembled, before plunging it down.

It sizzled on his skin as a scream ripped from his throat. His fingers twitched, and his other hand grabbed at the nearest body and fisted in their shirt.

It couldn’t have been five seconds. Surely she counted too fast. But she couldn’t stand the sound, the smell. She ripped the brand off of him and dropped it on the floor.

In an act of mercy, Salo dropped his hand in ice water, which made it better before numbing his hand completely.

Marinette tore the gloves off. Wanting to take him and hold him, begging for forgiveness.

But she didn’t. She just stood there sniveling.

Without anyone forcing her to, she laid her arm down, where Adrien’s had been, palm up.

“No, no Mari, don’t.” Adrien begged.

“Please…it’s only fair.”

Adrien took his arm out of the water, holding his palm open for her to see.

The skin was blood red and bubbling, but in center of all the gruesome gore, the word ‘Ladybug’ was written in a fancy cursive font.

A brand. He belonged to her.

And soon she’d belong to him too.

She nodded him on.

Salo put the glove on for him and pointed out the correct brand for him to use. Because he was using his non-dominant hand, he braced his elbow on the edge of the cart to keep steady. The last thing he wanted to do was mess this up and cause her unnecessary pain.

A rivulet of sweat broke through her face paint and tracked down her cheek.

The officiant, with his eyes shut tight, spoke, “repeat after me: with this brand, I thee wed.”

“With this…this brand, I…I thee wed.” He stuttered, not even processing what he was saying. Then, after a moment of hesitation, he pressed the brand into her skin.

Marinette seemed to take it better than him. She turned her face away so she didn’t have to see. Her freehand came up to bite her knuckle as a very slightly muted scream rose from her chest.

White hot searing pain, that burned and sizzled all the way up her arm.

And just when she stopped feeling it, he pulled away.

The brand clattered to the floor, and Adrien held her fingers as she panted. Finally, she dared to look at her hand.

‘Chat Noir’ was written in matching script to Adrien, and the surrounding skin was raw, blistering, and bleeding.

The officiant took a trembling breath. “Then, by the power invested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

It felt too weird, and too inappropriate to kiss at a time like this. This bastardized wedding didn’t deserve romance. It was wrong and awful.

But Adrien came closer, and caressed her arm gently, full of affection and love.

“May I?” He whispered.

“Yes,” she returned, just as softly.

It was just a peck. Certainly not the type of firework-filled kisses in the movies.

Neither of them enjoyed it anyway.

“Oh that’s not a kiss! Give her a real smooch!” A man heckled in the crowd.

Adrien bent and kissed her again, lingering longer this time.

“Nah kid! Use the tongue!”

Adrien grimaced, and helplessly shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know how to tongue kiss.”

“Me niether.”

“Then ya better get ta practicin’!”

There were days in school, where Marinette would gaze longingly at the back of Adrien’s head, imagining him pining her to the wall, running his hands up her thighs, and swirling his tongue with hers.

But this just felt lewd and wrong. Especially with everyone whooping and hollering in the background.

She kissed him back, her heart pounding in her chest.

Just for once, she wanted to enjoy and remember a kiss with Adrien. Was that too much to ask?

Adrien pulled away, looking incredibly sheepish.

“Presenting Mr. and Mrs. Adrien Agreste.” Said the officiant, with some relief. He rested a shaky hand on both of their shoulders as he presented them to the crowd. A tear rolled down his cheek. “Will you let me go now?”

Salo smirked, standing, as her hand went to her hip. “Yeah, you can join your wife and daughter.” Then she withdrew her gun and without warning, shot the man in the head.

Marinette shrieked as he hit the floor.

The drunken mass of an audience all started singing the wedding march, out of tune and too loud.

“Daaa! Daaa! Dadadada—!”

Marinette just started bawling, her tears making the black paint melt and run down her cheeks in thick lines.

This was the second murder she had to witness in a week. And it wasn’t getting any easier.

Was this supposed to be a farce? A mockery of everything pure and clean?

Marinette looked and Adrien, only to see him covering his eyes with his hand as he sobbed.

Everyday, she felt more and more helpless. But this took the cake.

The chairs in the room rearranged and tables were brought in. She and Adrien were sat alone together at a little table, while everyone else gathered around. Then, the smell of food wafted through the air, and Marinette’s stomach twisted.

The body of the dead officiant was right there, his soulless eyes looking up at her.

The food came. Dishes passed between the men, drinks being refilled and clanged together.

No one brought anything to the sordid couple.

Salo stood, raising a wine glass. “I’d like to make a toast.”

The laughter settled down.

“To Ladybug and Chat Noir. May their last hours together be pleasurable and full of love.”

The words settled on Marinette’s shoulders heavily, making the floor feel like it was opening up beneath her.

Their last hours together?

She looked to Adrien, seeing his face full of panic as well.

“What do you mean by that?” Marinette asked.

But Salo didn’t answer, and the party continued without them.

They sat alone at the sweet heart table, the difference in the attitude of the room being palpable. The door to freedom was just on the other side of the buffet table of burly, well armed men. A perfect wall.

Adrien lifted his dead arm onto the table, looking at the branding on his hand. He gave a little smile, and confessed, “If I had to be branded with anyone’s name, I’m glad it was yours.”

Marinette mimicked him, setting her hand next to his. “Me too.”

He reached up and swiped some of the paint off her cheek. “I miss your face. You were hiding behind a mask all this time, and now you’re hiding again.”

“I want to take it off. I look so ugly.”

He shook his head. “It’s impossible for you to look ugly. Even with bad makeup.”

She took hold of his hand that rested on her cheek, and brought it to her lips to kiss, leaving some red paint behind.

Salo stood again, her chair scraping on the cement.

Marinette clenched her eyes shut and held his hand tightly. She didn’t want to be separated from him. Not now, not ever.

“I think it’s time for our lovely couple to go on their honeymoon! What do you fellas think?”

Of course, there was a drunken cheer that hurt the ears.

Two people each grabbed them, and hauled them down the hall. This time, they were led past their normal room, and into a closet. It couldn’t have been more than three or four feet wide on each side, and with both of them in there at the same time, space was limited.

Salo was giggling like a schoolgirl. “Now, have fun you two! We’ve got plenty of cameras and mics in here, so make sure you put on a good show for everyone at home!”

With that, the door slammed shut, and the laughter on the other side faded.

“Adrien…I…I can’t.”

“No, don’t worry about that. I would never make you…” He felt along the walls. “Here, let’s sit.”

He sat down first, and then pulled her to sit on his lap, their skin pressed against each other.

“Are you comfortable?” She asked, shifting.

“As much as I can be. Don’t move like that, please.”

Her face tinged pink. She leaned back against the wall, and just tried to allow herself to breathe.

Adrien’s good hand wondered over her back and shoulders, absently. She was sure if she asked him to stop, he would have, but she didn’t want him to.

“We’re not going to do what Salo wants us to do in here,” he said with finality. “I’m not ready for that.”

Marinette breathed a sigh in relief.

“But…I would like to hold you.” He whispered.

Marinette turned to lean into him. “I want you to hold me.”

She arranged his bum arm to rest on her legs while his other arm wrapped around her waist and held her tighter.

“So…” he began, “I’m the ‘other boy’ right? The one you kept rejecting me for?”

She scoffed. “You just figured that out?”

“Yeah well, it just hit me. I asked you how long you’d been in love with me for, and you said since that day in the rain…”

She ran her hand up his arm. “We really are stupid, aren’t we? If…if I had just agreed to let us share our identities…”

“No.” He said, a bit forceful. “You were smart on having us keep them to ourselves. Look at us now. Everyone knows who we are, and…” He rested his head against hers, as a way of ending the thought. “I’m just happy I have you now. I love you so much, Mari.”

“I love you too,” she whispered back.

This was cruel and unusual. Adrien was finally in love with her.

And this was the last time she see him for a while. Maybe ever.

The closet they were in was much too dark. A scant bit of light leaked in through the bottom of the door, but that wasn’t enough to see him.

“Can…can I kiss you? Properly this time?”

She took his face in her hands. “Please.”

This kiss felt much better. Prompted on their own, in their own world, despite the threat of cameras. It was soft and sweet, and everything she wanted in a first kiss.

Though it didn’t come first, this is the one she counted.

When they broke apart, he leaned his forehead on hers.

Timidly, she pushed some hair behind her ear. “I…I dreamt about marrying you. You know? I had the whole ceremony planned out.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“Would you tell me about it?”

She blinked with a blush, not expecting such an intimate question. “Well...” she swallowed. “I was expecting my father to walk me down the aisle. And for my mother to help me put on my dress.”

“One that you designed?” He asked, his voice soft and eyes closed, like he was trying to imagine it.

“Yeah.”

“What would it look like?”

She smiled slightly, picturing the drawing she had in her sketchbook. “A soft rose pink. Made of silk, with lace sleeves. I want to honor my heritage by embroidering a rose gold phoenix on the skirts.”

“That’s a really nice touch,” he hummed. “You’d look beautiful in it.”

She blushed again, ducking her head to lay on his shoulder.

“What about the ceremony? Where would it take place?”

“A chateau in Giverny. Where we can get married out in the gardens, under a wisteria tree. I just want lots and lots of flowers.”

“I like that idea. Certainly better than mine.”

She giggled. “You had a wedding plan?”

“Every bit of it. Even down to the color of the napkins.”

“Then pray tell, what does our wedding look like to you?”

“Well, it was going to be in Notre Dame…and then I had to change it to Chartres Cathedral.”

“I could get behind a Cathedral.”

“It’s so beautiful in there, My Lady. The gothic architecture and the stain glass windows. It’s like a castle, fit for a princess.”

“Do they allow cats in cathedrals?” She joked.

“Rude.”

“What kind of cake?”

At the same time, they said, “Vanilla Raspberry delight from the Dupain-Cheng Boulangerie Patisserie!” They laughed together.

“And what about the honeymoon?” He asked, “We can go anywhere in the whole wide world. Where do you want to go?”

She was quiet for moment, thinking. “Have you ever seen ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’?”

“Every Christmas.”

“I like the scene, where George and Mary loan out all of their money to the people in town, so Mary goes back to the abandoned mansion and makes a resort just for them. With posters of all the places they wanted to go, and a little dinner. And then they kiss to the sound of the rain, and Bert and Ernie singing ‘I love you truly, truly dear’.”

“That part always makes me cry.” He admitted.

“My point, is that it doesn’t matter where we go, as long as I can be with you.”

He kissed her forehead. “In that case, let’s get a sailboat. Sail the world. At night, we’ll be just a silhouette surrounded by a myriad of stars. Spend our nights on the glassy water, where you can't tell where the sky begins and ends. Just the two of us, free to go wherever we want.”

“That just sounds too good to pass on. You promise? We can do that?”

“When we’re out of here, we’ll have our perfect wedding. And then we’ll go, and never look back.”

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lihikainanea · 5 years

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What about as one of their first official dates, Bill makes a setup for Tiger (similar to the one in your icom) and is like, "Let's just cuddle and listen to music 👁 👄 👁" and shows her his weird folky jazzy music taste.

YaaaaaaAS nani. Look, this is way more ahead in their story than I want to get right now, but my muse has been seriously fleeting this week (probably because men are literally the bane of my existence for the past few days? Perhaps?) but you succeeded in getting that little hamster in my brain back on his wheel, peddling slowly. I literally have like, 12 works in progress right now that are all just a series of paragraphs until it hits like the midway point in the blurb and then I just…lose my mojo. Because basically, fuck men this week. I hate them all.

Anyway, there is A LOT that needs to happen before they get here. The big confession, the rage on tiger’s part, the angst. The brief period of time of total isolation for both of them. The anger. The yelling it out, Bill forcing her to confront her demons and her fears. Him finally succeeding in convincing her to just give it a shot, at least, before they rule it out completely.

Let’s pretend all that happened and it was fucking magnificent, okay? Okay.

***

You fidgeted nervously on his doorstep as you heard the doorbell chime from inside. Digging your toes into the ground you waited until you heard his heavy footsteps before you took a deep breath, willing your nervousness away.

Bill opened the door a crack, peering through cautiously. When he saw it was you, he opened it fully and stared down at you, confused.

“What the hell are you ringing the bell for?” he asked. “Just use your key, kid.”

“I….I panicked.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling the door open more as he leaned on the doorframe.

“Wow, not even 3 seconds into our first official date,” he teased, “That must be a new record for you.”

You laughed nervously at the word date, squeezing by him awkwardly to enter his apartment. You weren’t sure what you should do–what you were allowed to do with your new dating status–and anxiety was permanently clouding your brain. You settled for an awkward pat on his shoulder as you squeezed by, toeing off your shoes and heading down the hallway to his kitchen. You heard him sigh heavily.

“Tiger,” he called, and you turned to see him taking big strides towards you. He stopped in front of you, gently taking your face in his hands and leaning down to plant a solid kiss on your lips. He pulled away after a good few seconds, stroking his thumbs across your cheeks.

“Hi,” he said simply, grinning at you.

“Hi,” you answered, feeling your cheeks burn in embarrassment, “I’m sorry. I’m…I’m really bad at this.”

“Relax kid,” he pressed his lips to yours again briefly, “Nothing’s changed.”

You tried to smile, but it was a nervous twitchy thing and your eyes stayed tense.

“So uh….where are we going on our first uh..” you swallowed hard, “On our first date? Where are you taking me, big shot? Paris?”

“Nowhere,” he threw an arm around your shoulder, guiding you to his living room, “I figured you’d probably be freaking out and sweating profusely. Maybe bitey. Somewhat like a caged animal. So I thought it was safer to keep you here, make you dinner, have a movie night.”

You took in his living room, and the way he had rearranged it. Twinkling string lights hung from the windows, illuminating the room in a soft glow. The couch was mounded with extra pillows, chunky knit blankets, two pairs of wooly socks folded neatly in a small wicker basket on the floor. The coffee table was adorned with candles of a few different sizes, a bottle of your favourite wine with two glasses in the middle.

“Way to be original, Bill,” you teased, “This is what we’ve always done.”

“Exactly,” he tucked you more into his side, tapping one finger under your chin to raise your eyes to his, “And nothing’s changed.”

With a pat on your behind he ushered you to the couch, ordering you to open the wine while he fetched the snacks. You did as you were told, uncorking it with a pop and pouring out two glasses. But your heart was still beating so fast, you still had a cold sweat on your neck about all of this, and you needed a hit of something just a bit stronger to take the edge off.

Kneeling in front of his liquor cabinet, you quietly snuck out his bottle of akvavit and unscrewed it. Raising it to your lips, you took a big swig right from the bottle and cringed as the alcohol burned down your throat.

You raised it to your lips again, but jumped and squeaked when you heard him clear his throat. Looking up, he was right behind you, arms crossed over his chest, his brow quirked.

“I….panicked again,” you mumbled. He held out his hand, brow still quirked, and you gave him the bottle. Screwing the cap back on, he placed it back in his cabinet and hauled you up by the shoulders. Instead of scolding you, he kissed you again–and you froze–before leading you to the couch.

Once he had the two of you settled in, with you tucked into his side and surrounded by snacks, he started the movie and rested a leg on the coffee table. You tried to relax, tried to tell yourself that this was just like any other Saturday night in your friendship, but you just couldn’t convince your mind. And every time he reached for you, you flinched–whether it was to run his hands through your hair, to give you a kiss, to loop his hand through yours. He didn’t miss the wince every time he touched you, and having had enough, he paused the movie and sighed.

“Tiger,” he jostled your shoulders with his arm, but you avoided his gaze. Sliding off the couch, he knelt in front of you and grabbed your chin.

“Kid, look at me.”

You tried not to, but he craned his head until he captured your gaze.

“Nothing has changed, alright? Nothing,” he said gently.

“Okay,” you mumbled, and he kissed you.

“Good.”

“There’s just one thing, though,” you muttered. He raised a brow and you swatted his chest, heaving a frustrated sigh.

“Everything has changed.”

“How so?”

“Because Bill,” you said exasperated, “Now we….we kiss and stuff.”

“We’ve been kissing and stuff for months, tiger,” he said, “How is this any different?”

“Because now it’s very different. You were my best friend, before. You’re not my best friend anymore,” you regretted it the moment it left your mouth, and the pained look in his eyes just made it that much worse.

“I hope you don’t seriously believe that, tiger,” he said quietly, “I’m always your best friend. That doesn’t change just because we’re together now.”

You cringed at the word, scrubbing a hand down your face and willing yourself to stay in control. He grabbed your hand, pulling it away from your face.

“Tiger, it’s always been me and you. Always. Not even you can argue that. Right?” he looked at you.

You nodded.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“It’s always been me and you,” you mumbled.

“And this is what we always do. We always watch movies cuddled up to each other. I make you dinner all the time. I’m always touching you, in some way. Nothing has changed,” he said, his tone was forceful but his features still calm, kind, reassuring.

“I’m scared, Bill,” and the honesty in your tone pulled at his heart, “I’m not good at being…together…with people.”

“I know that, because I know you, kid. I’ve been there with you. Through all of it,” he said.

You bit your lip, struggling to maintain his gaze.

“Tiger, it’s still just me. It’s still just us. The same as we’ve always been. Don’t overthink it,” he released your chin, stroking your cheek before rising up to join you again on the couch. You caught him halfway, balled your fist in his shirt, and pulled him to you for a kiss.

“Be patient with me, bud,” you pleaded, “I want this. But I don’t know how to let myself have it.”

He smiled, his gentle, lopsided one.

“You never did, tiger,” he said, “I know that, too.”

#Leilani answers #BFF!Bill #BFF!Bill HC #BFF!Bill headcanon

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you-a-southpaw-doll · 6 years

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Squeaky Surprise - A Negan One-Shot

Summary: While out on a run, Negan comes a squeaky surprise. Not one to leave this surprise out in the open for the walkers, or other living humans, to find, he quickly scoops it up and takes it home to the Sanctuary. He’s able to keep the surprise a secret for a couple months until one day, you come into his room to ask him a question and find out his secret.

Warning(s): Slightly explicit language. Lots and lots of fluff. Negan’s a total sweetheart in this. He’s also very secretive, but for a very cute reason.

Author’s Note(s): I got the idea to write this after I was laying in bed last night, curled up with my guinea pig (who’s also my ESA) and watching The Walking Dead with my best friend. See...I know JDM is a sucker for animals, and I couldn’t help but wonder what Negan would do if he came across a litter of guinea pig pups. Also, the story is told from Negan’s POV.

Relationship(s): N/A. There really isn’t a romantic relationship in this story.

Characters: Negan. Reader.

Taglist: @negans-network , @thamberlina , @prettyboynegan

Story Time:

“What the fuck was that?” I muse, quietly and to myself.

I pause, Lucille propped on my shoulder, my head cocked to the side, waiting for that sound again. Within a few seconds, I hear it again. I start walking towards the area where I hear the tiny, quiet-ish sounds coming from. I push the door open with my left hand, keeping my right hand curled tightly ‘round the handle of Lucille, prepared to use her if need be.

Thankfully, though, I haven’t seen any walkers in several minutes. Not since my men and I cleared the area. The closer I get the sounds, the more I realize that they’re not human. But, they’re not sounds from the walkers, either. And, they don’t exactly sound like any animal I’ve encountered before.

That I know of anyway. I stop in front of a counter as the sounds are louder. I look ‘round my feet, but don’t see anything. That’s when I notice they’re coming from the other side of the counter. I make way my behind it, and look down in the corner, where the glass counter meets the wall at the floor.

Nestled there, in a pile of shredded papers, a ball of fluff. I kneel down as the sounds get louder. That’s when I notice that they’re not just any sounds, but rather little squeaks and the occasional purr. And, that what I thought was a single ball of fluff, is actually seven little fluff balls.

I smile to myself as I drop down to one knee, place Lucille on the ground beside me, and slowly reach a hand towards the larger of the seven fur balls. The one I very gently pet jerks its head up and looks at me. It doesn’t take me long to realize that the little animals in front of me are not cats, dogs, or your typical pet.

No. In front of me is an entire litter of baby guinea pig pups.

One of ‘em appears to be the mum, while the other six are actual babies. Tiny ones at that, and they’re busy nursing. I hold my hand in front of the mum, and she hesitantly sniffs my hand. Within a few seconds, she lets out another squeak, and starts to lightly nibble on my finger.

I can’t help but chuckle. She’s precious. At one point, I feel her little tongue against my skin. It feels weird, but it’s a good weird. Then, she tentatively bites down on my thumb. I jerk my hand back. I shake my hand out, still grinning.

“Fuck. My finger ain’t a carrot, kid.” I say, playfully.

The guinea pig just squeaks in response. I chuckle.

“I’ll be right back.” I say, even though I know that the animal can’t actually respond.

I stand, picking Lucille up in the process, and turn on my heel. I head back outside.

“I need a fuckin’ box!” I demand of my men.

One of ‘em scrambles and grabs one, bringing it to me. As soon as I have it, I head back towards the animals. I kneel down before ‘em, and gently start scooping ‘em up into the box, moving the pile of shredded paper to the bottom of the box for ‘em.

I look ‘round the room I’m in, trying to find anything that would work for these cute little animals I’m now taking ownership of. I sure as fuckin’ shit ain’t leaving ‘em out here to die. They’re too damn precious, and I’ve always been a sucker for animals.

I prefer ‘em over humans, if I’m gonna be completely honest. Yet, no-one back at the Sanctuary knows how I am ‘bout animals, and I’m ok with that. Looking ‘round the store, I notice that I’m actually in a pet store of all fuckin’ places, and let out a quiet chuckle.

I place the box with my new little friends in it, on the counter, with Lucille beside it. I walk over to one of the aisles that has hamster, guinea pig, gerbil, and ferret supplies. I grab what looks like a pet carrier and start shoving various pet supplies that I think I might possibly need for ‘em into it.

I even snag two of the larger cages for the animals. I want ‘em to have the best. Once I have what appears to be a decent amount of stuff, and the pet carrier is full, I zip the top part of it, sling the strap across my chest, grab my girl, and the box.

I tuck it under my arm and head outside to my car. Since I rode by myself, I don’t have to worry ‘bout any of my men asking any unnecessary questions. Not that they should any-fuckin’-way, ‘cause they know better than to question me. I open the passenger side door, set the box in the seat, and the bag full of supplies on the floorboard.

Going one extra step, I secure the seatbelt across the box. I’d hate for anything to happen to the little fluffy kids. I place the cages, which are thankfully still in the boxes, in the backseat. Closing the door, I make my way back over to my men, who are finishing loading up the trucks.

“Alright. Let’s fuckin’ head the fuck back home!” I demand.

They all nod and hop in the various vehicles that came out in. I go back over to my car, settle in behind the wheel, and crank the engine. I make sure that Lucille is nestled against my thigh. During the drive back to the Sanctuary, I hear the kiddos making various squeaking noises.

I smile to myself. The noises they’re making now are different than the ones they were making earlier. I can tell that these are more of a happier type of squeaking as opposed to the fear laced ones I heard earlier. As soon as I drive through the gate of the compound, and stop the car, I’m out, and making my way to the other side.

I sling the pet carrier across my chest once more, scoop the box up under one arm, with Lucille dangling between my fingers of that hand, and grab the cages with my free hand. I look down at the kiddos.

“Alright, y’all. I’m gonna need y’all to be quiet for a few minutes. Ok? Once we get inside, y’all can make all the noise you want. I promise.” I say, soothingly.

The mum lifts her head at me, and I notice her little nose sniffing the air. I grin. She really is fuckin’ cute. I make my way inside and up to my room, leaving my men to deal with the goods we just scavenged. I quickly shut my bedroom door behind me once I’m in my room.

I don’t need some fucker coming in right now while I get the kiddos set up in their new home. I place everything on my bed before taking my leather jacket off. The kiddos all start squeaking once I set the box down, which has me chuckling.

I reach in and pet each of ‘em. They’re all really soft to the touch and once they feel my fingers against their backs, their squeaks turn to purrs. I set to the task of getting the cages set up, connecting the two top parts together in a makeshift way.

I make sure there’s bedding in the bottoms, hay in the side containers, and water from the sink in my bathroom in the water bottles. I open one of the containers of food pellets I picked up and place food in both of the bowls, making sure to put plenty in ‘em.

I place the connected cages in the corner of the room, by the bookshelves. I set the pet carrier, still full of supplies, on the bottom shelf before I make my way back over to the kiddos. I gently scoop ‘em out one by one and let ‘em crawl all over my lap.

Looking down at ‘em, I realize that they’re all filthy, covered in dirt, dust, and what looks like a little bit of blood. I bite my bottom lip slightly as I cradle all seven of ‘em in my arms and head into my bathroom. Still holding onto ‘em, I kneel in front of my bathtub, and gently place each one in there, closer to the back of the tub.

Keeping one hand in front of ‘em so they don’t start moving towards the front, I use my free hand to turn the water on, and put the stopper in the drain. I make it’s not too hot and not too cold. I don’t wanna risk burning or freezing ‘em. Once there’s a little less than an inch of water in the bottom of the tub, I turn it off.

I reach for the mum first, and gently wash her off, rinsing the grime and whatnot from her fur. After I’m fairly certain she’s as clean as she can be, I move on to one of the babies, and repeat the process with the six of ‘em. By time I’ve finished washing the last one, the water in the tub has turned a murky red/brown color.

I pull the stopper out, watching the water drain out. I lean back on my knees, reach up, and grab one of my towels. I take the time to dry each and every one of the six one of the pups and their mother. I wrap ‘em all up in the towel, very carefully, and carry ‘em back to my bed.

I set ‘em down and just let ‘em do their thing. I sit close to my pillows, so I can take my boots off. Swinging my legs up onto the bed, I place one on either side of the towel, effectively creating a mini area for them to run ‘round in. The box is nestled between my feet, so they won’t be escaping any time soon.

I watch as four of the pups snuggle up to each other by my right knee. One of the other two curls up next to its mother’s side by my calf. The last little pup starts walking towards my crotch. Once it gets there, it lifts its head, seemingly looking ‘round. It places its little paws on my thigh, and sniffs the air.

I chuckle. I watch as it starts to jump up onto the top of thigh, but struggles. I guess the pups are only a couple weeks old, but I’m not really sure. I place my left hand under the little critter, and help it. It squeaks, happily, once it’s where it wanted to be.

It pauses and looks ‘round, sniffing and squeaking. I just grin. The little fucker is adorable. It turns its tiny body towards my chest, and starts crawling up my torso. Once it reaches my sternum, it stops and sniffs the air again before it keeps inching closer to my slight beard.

When it stops again, I gently bring a hand up and run my forefinger along its back. I gently scratch at its lower back, which gets me a purr in response. It turns its head towards me again, and I notice the little white patch that surrounds its right eye.

Other than that, it’s completely black. While I keep petting this one, I look at its siblings and mother. One of the pups is completely black, whom I name Pluto. Another one is mostly white, with a black patch and an orange patch ‘round its neck, and I name it Saturn.

Two more are mostly orange with little black patches smack dab in the center of their backs; their names are Mars and Mercury. The last pup is half black, a quarter white, and a quarter orange, and I figure its name is Venus. I look at the mother.

Majority of her fur is a dark black, but just behind her right ear is a small, quarter-sized orange patch, and I name her Luna. They all range in a variety of colors, and it’s adorable. I look back to the one that’s now snuggled up to the lower part of my beard.

It keeps purring as I continue to stroke its back. I decide to name it Lil Fucker. The next day, I head to the library to see if we have any books on guinea pigs. To my surprise, we do, so I snag ‘em and take ‘em back to my room. I use the books as guides to figure out how to take care of the kiddos, and learn anything and everything I can ‘bout the animal.

Over the next few months, I manage to keep ‘em a secret. Every day, I’ll feed ‘em, check on ‘em, and play with ‘em at night. Sometimes, when I need to de-stress, I’ll come up to my room, and get ‘em out and just let ‘em crawl over my chest, or nestle between my legs.

After ‘bout two months, I realize that four of the pups are females, and the other two are males. I disconnect the two cages, so that I can keep ‘em separated. While I wouldn’t mind having more guinea pigs, I know it’s not ideal. Lil Fucker quickly becomes my favorite, and some days, I’ll tuck him in the pocket of my leather jacket, and he’ll just curl up in there and walk ‘round with me as I do what I need to ‘round the Sanctuary.

If he squeaks while we’re out and ‘bout, I just let out a low chuckle, reach my hand into my pocket, and gently pet him. ‘Bout once a week, I go out to the gardens, and collect any of the loose veggies that my people can’t eat, and I give ‘em to the kids.

It doesn’t take long for me to figure that they really love carrots, kale, spinach, apples, oranges, and cucumbers. Sometimes, I go out on runs by myself, and scout of pet stores or other places that have the supplies I need for the kiddos. Which is actually how I meet you ‘bout three months after I found the kids.

You’re looking ‘round one of the pet stores for supplies for your dog, who you told me is your service puppy. He’s a beautiful German shepherd, and his name is Squalo Toro, which is Italian for Bull Shark, but you just stick to calling him Toro for the most part.

I find out that you don’t belong to any community, and that it’s just you and Toro. I offer to let you come back to the Sanctuary with me, saying that Toro is more than welcome to tag along. This particular day, the day I come across you, I have Lil Fucker curled up in the pocket of my jacket.

I guess Toro notices ‘cause he won’t stop sniffing me, which has you apologizing, but has me just chuckling. I’m not willing to give up my secret yet, so I don’t tell you I have Lil Fucker with me. I help you get the supplies you need, and then I get what I need for the kiddos.

Once we’ve gotten all we can, we head back to the Sanctuary. As I’m walking back up to my room, Lil Fucker decides to peek his head out of my pocket. I chuckle as I watch him sniff ‘round, and let out a quiet squeak. You glance at me, curious.

I just smirk and shrug before reaching my hand back into my pocket to pet Lil Fucker. He nestles back into my pocket once he feels my fingers gently petting him.

After two months of you living at the Sanctuary, I’m chilling on my bed with the kiddos nestled between my legs and Lil Fucker curled up on my chest, ‘bout to doze off, when I hear a gentle knock on my door. I know it’s you. I’ve gotten used to your knocks every day whenever you come by to just talk, which is nice.

I consider you to be one of, if not my only, friend, aside from the kiddos.

“One second!” I holler.

I scramble ‘round to grab a spare blanket from under my bed. I place it over my legs and the kids, hiding them. I shift Lil Fucker slightly so that he’s hidden too.

“C’mon in.” I say to you through the door.

You slowly open the door, and Toro enters first, with you right behind him. The pair of y’all come and sit down on my bed. You raise an eyebrow at me when you see me lounging on my bed.

“You comfortable there, sunshine?” You tease.

I chuckle. “Mmhhmm. Quite so.”

You laugh. “If you say so. You don’t look quite comfortable.”

I feel one of the kids move between my thighs, and actually start pawing at my crotch. I squirm ‘cause it feels weird. You laugh even more.

“You sure you’re ok there?” You ask again.

I nod. “Just peachy.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the blanket shift, and notice that two more of the kids are moving ‘round, and so is the one by my crotch. The movements don’t go unnoticed by you.

You smirk. “Now, sunshine. I know you’re always claiming that you’ve got a big ass dick, but I highly doubt it goes down to your knee…and that it’d be movin’ like that.”

I smirk and wiggle my eyebrows. “Wouldn’t you like to find out?”

You roll your eyes. “In your dreams, sunshine. You know you’re not my type.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Arat would kick my ass if I made a move on her girl.”

You nod your head. “You’re right ‘bout that. So…what are you hidin’?”

“Nothin’.”

Of course, at that moment, Lil Fucker decides to squeak, which has you raising your eyebrow. I feel him move in the scarf, and you let out a cute little gasp.

“You have an animal in your scarf!” You say excitedly.

I glance down slightly and notice that Lil Fucker’s now peeking his head out, and sniffing ‘round. I let out a nervous chuckle.

“Maybe.” I say.

“There’s no maybe ‘bout it, sunshine! I can see it’s little head. Now let me see it! Please!” You plead.

Chuckling, I gently pull the scarf away from my neck, exposing Lil Fucker. He clambers outta the confines of the scarf and makes his way down to the middle of my chest. You get really excited as you glance between him and me.

“Can I pet him?” You ask, hopeful.

I laugh. “Sure.”

You reach forward and pet him. He pads into your outstretched hand and you hold him. I remove the blanket so I can move the one little guinea pig that’s still pawing at my crotch, trying to get up onto my thigh. I realize that it’s Venus, and I chuckle.

You look up from Lil Fucker and immediately see the other six guinea pigs that are all nestled between my legs. You let out another happy gasp that actually sounds more like a squeal. I chuckle as you look up at me.

“How long have you had ‘em?” You ask, gently rubbing the back of Lil Fucker’s head.

“Hmmm…I’d say ‘bout four months or so now.” I say.

“Awww. Does anyone else know? And, why haven’t you told me ‘bout ‘em ‘fore now?”

I shrug. “No-one else knows. They’ve kinda been my secret.”

“Well, I’d say they’re a well-kept, adorable secret. Do they have names?”

“Mmhhmm. That’s Mercury, Venus, Mars, Saturn, Pluto, Luna, and the one you have is Lil Fucker.” I point to each guinea pig, respectively.

“They’re precious! Wait! Did you have one of ‘em when we met?”

I nod. “Lil Fucker was in my pocket.”

“That’s why Toro wouldn’t stop sniffing you, and I knew I wasn’t insane when I heard somethin’ squeak that day.”

I chuckle. “Yep. That was Lil Fucker. He goes almost everywhere with me. He’ll just curl up in my jacket pocket, and go where I go.”

#Squeaky Surprise #One-Shot #I love guinea pigs #'Specially my kiddo Martello #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #JDM #Jeffrey Dean Morgan Fluff #JDM Fluff #Negan #Negan Fluff #Negan with Animals #The Walking Dead #TWD

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aurumacadicus · 6 years

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In case you ever thought “oh authors are just being greedy and picky!” whenever you read a post about commenting on their work, here’s an explanation of how my head works:

I have a cute little hamster that has this spiffy little hamster wheel. When I’m writing, sometimes she slows down because she’s tired or because an intrusive thought has tripped her up. Sometimes she gets sad and hops off of her wheel for a while. Sometimes she has to hop off to oil the wheel because it’s squeaking or creaking and she needs to figure out how to fix it. She tries really hard.

She runs fast with my validation. Yes, this chapter was good, I’m glad we posted it. We did great work on it. This part still bothers us but overall everything was great! Let’s work on the next chapter! Let’s keep going! Let’s use this momentum to keep writing! She’s pumped. She’s gonna keep running that wheel that keeps my fingers typing. We’re gonna work really hard.

She runs faster when she gets validation from other people. She hustles to the ‘this was great’s and ‘I love it’s and ‘keep up the good work’s and ‘I can’t wait for more’s. She loves bopping to the tunes of ‘I loved this part’s and ‘that piece was hilarious’s and ‘I’ve reread this a hundred times’s. She’s doing her own thing, running, and I’m typing as quickly as I can to keep up with her. We’re both feeling great! We’re working hard! We’re getting things done!

Then someone throws a blunt little “update please” at her wheel. It gets stuck in the spokes, jerks it to a stop, and she goes flying. And unfortunately, it does take time for her to get back up, and shake off the stars circling her head. It takes her time to fix her wheel, because it jerked to a stop so hard that it’s come off the hinges. It takes time for her to get her groove back once she gets back on; she’s just been through a shock, after all. Sometimes she has to stop and rest and get her bearings again. It’s very hard to get back to the pace we were at before, and it sucks, because we both know we were working really hard and now we’re struggling to work at all.

#me #real life tbh #writing #writing updates

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Mystery Skulls - Story (part 1)

They passed a bit 'of nest when Lilian left for the university, after finally finishing his studies and having taken his coveted degree, decided to return to his hometown and pay a visit to his dear childhood friend. The girl stopped at the ‘Kingsmen Mechanics’ workshop, she knew that Arthur had moved to her Uncle Lance's house and that one of her employees worked for her. "I can not wait to see him again" he smiled as he got out of his car and headed for the garage, the girl wore a purple headband that adorned her long red hair framing her big hazel eyes, a pink shirt with a shirt sleeveless, purple shorts with turn-ups, white boots in the left hand wearing a purple glove. The place was open, if you need to think twice, the girl enters making the bell ring above the main door ring out, some shelves filled with things, most of them were a piece of equipment for cars, scooters and other means of transport. find a desk with a computer on the side and some scattered. At that moment I felt a strong nostalgia for that place, it reminded me very well that spent a lot of time here together with Arthur, Vivi and Lewis, especially with Arthur. The three of them are his best friends since I was in elementary school, his only friends.

He hears footsteps coming from the other room, she turns her eyes to the door in front of her, I introduce a man a little bass, pointy hair and beard with brown tufts on the head and the tip of the beard, wearing an orange vest with a white t-shirt underneath, blue jeans with a brown belt, and brown shoes. "Benvenutaal Kingsmen Mechanics, how can I-" I stopped the sentence when I look at her, probably having recognized her. "Wait ... Lilian? Lilian Mynstery?" I seem very surprised by the presence of the girl. "Hey Lance, it's been a while since we've seen each other" she starts smiling amused by her reaction. '' Wow, as if you were a girl, I'm glad to see you again. "Lance came out of her, hugging her, she was forced to lower herself a little while she was a little taller than him. "So, how was university gone?" the man asked after leaving the embrace. "All right, I just graduated in engineering" "Wow, congratulations Lilian," smiled Lily with a thumb up. "Thanks Lance" he smiles with unarisatina. For her, Lance was like a father, when she was a child he was caring for her when her mother was busy with her job, and she often expounded as she spent a lot of time with him and the little Artie. "Where Arthur? Or really want to see him" "Artie is in his room working on one of his inventions, so do you know the way not?" I point to the back door of him with a smirk in his face. "Yeah," she giggles.

Before Lilian headed for the door that would take her into the hallway, she felt Lance's grip on her right hand, she turns to him, confused by her action, notices that her eyes were a little dazed. '' Are you okay, Lance? '' He asks in a tone a little 'worried, he looks at me with a strange look,' 'Before you go to him, I must tell you something very important' ', not understanding the reason for his strange reaction she nods, he lays the girl's hand and continues' 'inquest three years that you've been away ... well ... it happened an incident ...' '' 'What kind of accident, something happened digrave?' 'At that point Lilian worried even more when Lance answered his question with a nod of his head' 'and ... c-What happened?' 'Understanding his concern Lance takes his hand,' 'I remember that ... before you left for college ... Arthur, Vivi and Lewsi told you they wanted to open an association of mysteries, called Mystery Skulls, right? "She nods slowly, unable to speak. He's afraid of knowing what he's going to tell him. '' The note in here, you're gone, they went to investigate a cave where it said people disappeared, and ... '' before continuing he sighed, '' and ... Lewis disappeared. '' At that last sentence Lilian white, '' s-disappeared? Lewis has disappeared?!? why did not Arthur and Vivi say anything to me!?! '' She is so shocked that she almost can not stand up.

It can not be true, Lewis disappeared for three years ... and he did not know anything about it, Lance continues to hold her hand understanding his mood "I do not know much about what happened there, but ... he remembers him, as if he had never known him, and Artie ... ended up in the hospital after losing his left arm "" Oh my god ... "Lilian puts Lamano free in front of his mouth. "It's been three years since Arhur family is looking for him without success, more than anything else he is busy researching, sometimes even nights in white to continue the research, and those few times he sleeps always has nightmares, not He never told me what they're dealing with, but you think I know it, so I have to ask you a favor "" Qualsiasicosa Lance "" You've been Arthur's best friend ever since he met you, and I'd like whatever happens to you to get along and comfort him if he needs it" He decidedly decided, would do anything for Artie. After Lance nodded his head, the girl heads into the hallway, climbing a disc ramp to Arthur's bedroom, the door was ajar, making a very low peek inside. The boy is sitting at his workbench, but he notices that he's not working on something, he seemed to ... sleep.

Trying not to make so much noise enters the room, the boy wears his usual white long t-shirt, yellow pants and brown gym shoes, leaning on the back of the chair where Arthur was there is his sleeveless orange vest, his orange hair and porcupine are all messed up, known close to him above the workbench, there is a small orange hamster that immediately known the suapresenza, greets him with a small gesture with his hand and with unsorrisetto, he reciprocates by emitting a quiet squeak happy. When Lilian was close enough, she noticed that Arthur was actually sleeping with his head resting on his arms as a pillow, his left arm was replaced by a robotic prosthesis, surely if he built it himself after the accident he had, even if he would like to know what happened to him, but the thing that catches his eye is that he has huge glimpses under his eyes, probably one of those times that he slept little to continue his search. He also notes a strange machine leaning not far from him, but he is so messed up that he does not understand what it is.

'Arthur, from Arthur wake up' 'Lilian gently shakes the boy's right shoulder to try to wake him, he makes a few grumbles and turns his head on the other side,' 'you're always the usual ...' 'he crosses his arms puffing , at that point Galahad, the hamster, after coming down from the workbench, with a paw gestures to follow him, and the door in front of a shelf with a mini trumpet on top. '' Do not you think you're too exaggerated to wake him up? '', He crosses his paws and raises an over-eyelash with a serious face, as if to say, 'do you have an ideamigliore?'. In fact, Arthur has a very heavy sleep, and only the cannonate civilizations would wake him, or at most loud noises like this trumpet to wake him, '' you're right, is the best solution if I want to wake him '' so he takes the trumpet and comes back , when he is next to him, he approaches his ear a little and plays the trumpet. "AAAHHH" with a shot Arthur wakes up and fell from the chair ending up with his butt lands "but that ca-" turns to Lilian and remains insilent when he sees "Lilian?" "Hey Artie, I'm sorry but I did not know how else to wake you up," he offers his hand to help him get up and chuckle a little. He touches her hand and once he holds her in a strong outstretch, she returns with a smile on her face. After a while they separated from the embrace, "you do not know how happy I am to be" on Arthur's face a huge smile formed, "I am Arthur too, you do not know how much I missed you when I was at university" she replies returning the smile. "Mala next time, please, try not to wake me up like that, you've made me dull" Arthur rubs his hand on his ear. "You're right, sorry" he chuckles, he too giggle a little.

"So how did it go down? I guess you finished your studies" "Fine images" take a few steps back "welcome the new graduate in electronic engineering!" He performs a theatrical bow as his smile grows wider and wider. "Whoa, congratulations Lilian, after all you did you really deserved it" even Arthur's smile widened more. Galahad heads for Lilian, she picks him up, "and I'm glad to see you, too, Galy," he giggles as Galahad rubs his nose on his cheek. "I see Galahad has become accustomed to his prosthetics, the last time I saw him he could not even stand in" "Yeah, but as you can see now he knows how to handle those little wheels well" rebuttal Arthur thinking back you have the first themes here to built those protected at Galahad since he was born senzale hind legs. "I see you still have the pendant that you horegaled" Arthur indicates the heart-shaped pendant that has alcoholic the girl, he received it as a gift from Arthur when he finished his high school and had just enrolled university out of town, "already, since you gave it to me I never separated it "smiled a little while clutching the pendant with one hand, even Arthur smiled remembering the old times.

"Anyway, what are you working on?" Lilian poses Galahad on the workbench pointing at the machinery. ''In theory it should be a 'detect spectra', but I've never been able to make it work '' you put a head in the head, ''let me guess, you asked Vivi to create it, right?'' She asks, He nods, ''of course, she is always the usual fixed with the paranormal, but do not worry are sure you will be able to fix it, you're very good about this kind said'' give him a friendly pat on the shoulder to comfort him. ''Thanks Lilian'' Arthur blushed slightly for the compliment. Lilian does not want to ruin that beautiful moment, but he needs to know what happened in that cave, puts his hands in front of him and looks at Arthur, ''Arthur... uhmm...'' does not know whether to ask or not question. ''Something is wrong Lilina?'' Arthur asked noticing the girl's eyes, she lowered her gaze for a second, she knew that talking about this would not have been good for Arthur, since in part he is the victim of that accident, but has need to know. Lilian let out a slight sigh and went back to look at the boy, ''Lance... he told me... what happened 3 years ago...'' the face of Arthur frowned a little, ''oh... so, now you know that Lewis...'' turn his head from a latocon eyes down leaning a hand on the mechanical arm, ''yes... I know...'' she replied, returning the expression.

There was a moment of silence before she spoke again, ''Arthur... I know you do not want to talk, and I understand... but... I need to know what happened '' looked at the boy, but he keeps on looking down. ''Artite, please...'' the girl continued to look at him with a worried look, Arthur looked up and looked at her for a few seconds, he knew that sooner or later he would find out for himself. He sighed sadly and decided to speak, ''during his research on the supernatural, Vivi found a news on the internet, he was talking about a cave where strange things happened that the people who went inside disappeared without a trace, obviously she wanted to go to take a look, as your first case'' while he was talking kept on looking down and Lilian listened in silence. ''I was not very sure about it'' continuous Arthur, ''but Vivi was not willing to change his mind... I still remember his excitement in his eyes when he read the news, Lewis reassures me telling me that nothing would happen bad... Mystery also looked at me with a reassuring look... finally I gave up and agreed to go with them... '' Mystery.

Lilian knew that Mystery was not a normal dog, in reality it is a Kitsune, a Japanese nine-tailed fox that has the power to change shape as she pleases, even she has never seen it in its true form, only she knew of her secret. '' Then?... what happened when you got to the cave? ''He finally asked, noting that he had stopped. ''when we arrived...'' he continue ''we entered that cave, and while we were exploring around I felt a strange feeling ... then we arrived at a crossroads and we decided to split up, Vivi and Mystery went in right side ... and ... me ... i-i and Lewsi went ... in the left side ...'' Arthur stopped again, with his human hand tightened his mechanical arm a little, his eyes began to become shiny.

He does not want to remember what happened next, it's too bad to remember him. Lilian heads up the mood, takes a step towards him ''Arthur, if you do not want to continue is fine, you're not obliged if you do not want to... ''Arthur, continuing to look down, as if he had not heard 'affirmation of the friend, I continue to tell the story ''while walking in the alley... I began to feel... strange... I felt a strange feeling..'' while he was talking he was tightening his robotic arm more and more his voice starts to get more and more raucous ''b-but... I-I did not pay much attention to it... p-then... w-we arrived at a cliffs ... Lewis.. L-Lewis he had been looking for a while... to see what was underneath... I do not remember what happened... just remember... I-I woke up on the ground ... in a pool of blood s-without an arm... with Mystery and Vivi c-close to me crying while trying to stop the blood with the suasciarpa... ''of the tears begin to fall on his face ''I- I tried to look back... to-looking for Lewis... but ... ''with the other hand you tighten the other arm continuing sneering. ''Artie...'' without thinking twice approached him and hugs him, he after a while reciprocates the embrace continuing to cry ''if... if only I had told him to go back before...'' keep sobbing, ''shhh... it was not your fault ArtiE... you could not know...'' she squeezes him a little while with one hand strokes his hair and feels his lasgimescendere on his neck. He knows that Arthur is a very sensitive boy, above all on this kind of thing.

After a while the two are separated from the embrace, Arthur has calmed down a little but continues to cry a little more ''Because you did not tell me anything, I could have helped you in some way...'' ''I know ... but you were busy with the studies ... and I knew that the inverse is very challenging... ''lowers the look,'' I did not want to give you other problems...'' ''Arthur... '' ''but now I realize that I behaved like an idiot... sorry...'' '’sigh... it does not matter Arthur what is past has passed ... but now that I'm back I'll help you look for him ''Arthur looks up at the girl '' r-really?'' ''Sure, what questions, Lewis is also my friend'' puts a hand on his shoulder ''you'll see that together we can find it, ok?'' Ago a reassuring smile. He wipes the tears with his hand and returns the smile. The girl came up with an idea to raise Arthur's spirits, ''Hey, I have an idea, what do you say to have a picnic in the park with Vivi and Mystery?'' '’Good idea, she does not know you're back, it will be a nice surprise for her'' ''fantastic!'' she smiles. ''but first I have to bring back all my things at home and ... other things of my invention '' the word 'inventions' Arthur's eyes lit up '' from the throat I deduce that you want to see what I invented '' ''yes noticing, eh?'' he puts his hand behind his head giggling, ''I consort you too well Artie, I know that you love this kind of thing'' she giggles too.

''if you want I can help you carry a little 'things and download them at home' '' 'a little' would not hurt me '' so the two guys come out of the store and go in front of Lilian's car is full of boxes in the boot, in the front seats, on the passenger seat and on the car. ''just a bit 'of boxes, eh?'' Arthur says looking at Lilian arching an eyebrow' 'ok, maybe I'm an ocean' of boxes, hehehe ''she giggles, ''hehehe, ok ok. It would be better to put a few boxes in my van, at least it will be easier for you to drive" she nods. Together he removed the boxes above the roof of the car and those on the passenger seat and placed them all on the back of Arthur's truck. Meanwhile he had sent a message to Vivi telling him that in an hour he would come to the park to make a pic nic together and would have also given him good news, of course, not telling him what he was talking about, she replied that she would come very willingly. After loading half of the boxes into the boy's van, Lilian set her car in motion and headed for her home with Arthur following her driving his truck.

to be continued...

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hey guys, this is my first story on Mystery Skulls, I hope you'll be delighted, and tell me if you want the part 2 bye

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n3rdlif343va · 6 years

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For birthday asks if you still have room and time: couch. I know it's a generic item but I feel like you could have fun with it. Because I want your day to be fun.

Alright Capt, be prepared to regret… well everything LOL

This is technically in the Stick with meuniverse (my big bang collab with @katsukifatale ) - Phichimetti and Victuuri for your reading delight ;) (going under the cut, because… well… lol)

Nerd Birthday Game

“Why are we doing this again?” Chris asked, hand in Phichit’s and feet dragging across the stones as Phichit pulled him toward Victor and Yuuri’s front door. He wasn’t really pouty, but it was worth the effort to pretend to be when Phichit tossed an adorably irritated look over his shoulder.

“Victor and Yuuri are off on their around the world trip for their honeymoon and they want someone to watch the house and the dogs.” Stepping up on the front porch, Phichit propped his travel hamster cage on top of his suitcase and tugged Chris closer to him with a finger hooked in Chris’s pants pocket. “Besides, a month, you and me, no competing, open access to the Katsuki’s hot spring…” Smiling Phichit ran his lips lightly over Chris’s jaw line, nipping at Chris’s earlobe as he reached it.

“Hmmm,” Chris closed his eyes, hands finding their sneaky way under the hem of Phichit’s t-shirt. “I… think this is… how you convince… mmmm… me to do… everything.” Letting Phichit continue his pursuit of Chris’s acceptance of the arrangement (a pursuit Chris had been pretending he hadn’t given into months ago), he traced his fingertips across the line of Phichit’s waistband, not even registering the sound of the opening door.

“And you questioned me,” Yuuri remarked, his smirk greeting Chris as he opened his eyes, despite Yuuri’s comment being directed at Victor who stood happily next to him.

“We are not worse than you,” Phichit countered, purposely turning so his ass brushed the growing bulge in Chris’s pants. He linked his fingers into Chris’s and wrapped them tighter around his waist. “How are our favorite newlyweds?” Phichit smiled, leaning toward Chris when Chris pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Ready to explore the world!” Victor yelled happily, throwing his arm around Yuuri’s waist and dipping Yuuri. “And each other.” He winked at Yuuri making his husband laugh as he pushed out of Victor’s arms.

Shaking his head, Yuuri reached out to grab Phichit’s hamsters and Chris’s cat carrier. “Come on, let’s get you two settled.” Cooing into both carriers, Yuuri carried the animals into the house with everyone else following him.

Wheeling his suitcase directly to the guest room, Phichit shoved it inside, spinning on his heel to grab Chris’s and push him back out of the door to retrieve their babies. Yuuri was already removing Chris’s cat and kissing her head, talking softly to Makkachin and her new sister as he introduced the pets to each other. Smiling at his best friend, Phichit leaned a hand on the couch to continue to watch Yuuri’s attempts to make sure everyone got along.

Raising an eyebrow, Phichit looked at where his hand was resting, frowning as he ran his hand over the back of the couch. “Yuuri…” Phichit extended the syllables in Yuuri’s name to get his friend’s attention. “Is there plastic on your couch?” He moved his fingers faster, creating a squeaking sound that disturbed everyone in the room.

“Precautionary measure,” Yuuri commented, squatting with Chris’s cat in his arms, refusing to make eye contact with Phichit. “That couch is brand new and we don’t want any…” he flushed and tucked his head toward the animals.

“Any what? Yuuri?” Phichit knew exactly where Yuuri was going with his thoughts, taking the few steps needed to cross the room and plop himself down at Yuuri’s eye level. “Scared we’re going to stain your couch?”

He heard Chris choke from his place above the counter, glancing up to see Chris and Victor exchanging silent hand motions which Phichit couldn’t understand. Ignoring the seniors in the room, Phichit reached forward to shove Yuuri’s shoulder. “You know I prefer flat surfaces, like… I don’t know… dining room tables…” He pushed Yuuri again, knocking him on his butt.

“We covered that in plastic too!” Victor called from where he stood next to Chris, laughing when Chris pinched his arm. “Better safe than sorry!” Victor declared.

“When you get back,” Phichit leveled Yuuri with a devilish smirk, “you better invest in a black light.” Cackling as Yuuri groaned, Phichit let the dogs tackle him onto the floor, excited for a month of house-sitting and seeing how many surfaces in Yuuri’s and Victor’s house he could convince Chris to defile.

#phichimetti #victuuri #victuuriwriters #fyeahyoi #fyeahphichimetti #TiE #college au #flash forward fic #phichit is going to give yuuri a heart attack #but what is new #nerd birthday game

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darnedchild · 7 years

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Self-Rescuing Princess

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Originally posted on Tumblr in response to @mizjoely mentioning in her list of fandom things she’ll never get tired off - “Molly being a damsel in distress. And Molly being BAMF and rescuing herself and/or Sherlock. Really I just love Molly being put in harm’s way and making it out safely at the end. Hell, I’d read a fic where Jim Moriarty is really alive and only reveals himself because Molly is missing/in danger and he decides to team up with Sherlock to save her. Why has no one written this yet”

So here’s my short little Crack!fic.

Self-Rescuing Princess

“Molly, do you have a—What the hell are you doing here?” Sherlock went from cheerfully expectant to ready to murder the man perched atop one of the autopsy tables, idly playing with a bone saw.

“Waiting for you, obviously.” Jim Moriarty set the bone saw to the side and hopped of the table. He straightened his suit jacket. “I expected you earlier. You’re lucky I found something to entertain myself with, or I would have left without you.”

Sherlock took in the empty morgue. The tray of instruments set out in preparation for an autopsy but no body on the table Jim had recently vacated. The discarded lab coat half hidden under another table. An abandoned coffee cup from the little place on the corner that Molly favoured. He narrowed his eyes and glared at Jim. “What did you do to Molly?”

“Nothing since we ‘broke up’ all those years ago. Which, in retrospect, was a little disappointing. I liked her cat.” Jim shrugged.

“Is that-Is that a euphemism?” Sherlock asked, even though he was almost positive he didn’t want to know.

“No.” Jim tilted his head and scrunched his nose. “Well, possibly yes if we’d made it that far. But in this case, I meant Toby. I thought about taking him with me when I left for North Africa, but Molly would have been heartbroken and she was already losing you. Or she would have if you hadn’t been so annoying.”

“Pardon me for being prepared.” Sherlock shook his head, unwilling to be drawn into another pointless argument when he still didn’t know where Molly was. Establish that Molly was okay first, destroy Jim Moriarty second. “If you haven’t done anything to her, then where is she?”

“Your sister took her.”

Sherlock scoffed. “No, she didn’t. She’s safely locked away in Sherrinford.”

“Is she though?” Jim picked a piece of lint of his trouser leg. “Have you been to visit recently? Seen her with your own eyes in the last day or two? Because a little birdie informed me that your dear sister has flown the coop again. And this time she’s in no mood to play games.”

Sherlock thought back to the last time he’d flown out to Sherrinford. It had been . . . weeks? He’d meant to go back sooner, but there had been an eight followed immediately by a nine and both had taken ages to solve.

He pulled out his phone to notify Mycroft, and Jim reached out to pluck it from his hand. “No, no. Can’t have you telling big brother that I’m in town. You only know I’m here because I don’t particularly like the thought of Molly in Eurus’ clutches. Have you had her double chocolate torte? Sublime. It would be a shame to let Molly’s recipe go to the grave with her.”

Sherlock’s efforts to get his phone back were half-arsed at best, he was too busy trying to comprehend that Jim had come back to London simply because he liked Molly’s baking (and cat, apparently).

Jim smiled. “I can almost see the little hamster spinning out of control on his wheel in there.” He pointed at Sherlock’s head. “Now is not the time, Junior. We can compare notes on our favourite pathologist later.”

“Fine.” Sherlock crossed the room to pick up Molly’s lab coat. Perhaps there was something on it that would give them a clue as to where she’d been taken. “Where would you suggest we begin?”

“There’s a warehouse I used to use as front for one of my less legitimate business ventures.” Sherlock rolled his eyes and Jim smirked in response. “My former right hand left my organization rather suddenly a month ago, he went underground and only resurfaced within the last week. I believe he’s been operating out of my old warehouse.”

“Why would Sebastian Moran do anything for my sister?”

If Jim was surprised that Sherlock knew who Moran was, he didn’t show it. “You know how delightful your sister can be. Poor Seb was always drawn to shiny things; I’m sure it wouldn’t have taken much for her to lure him over.”

“Give me my phone. I won’t contact Mycroft. Yet.” Sherlock held out his hand. Jim grinned as he dropped it into Sherlock’s palm. “I still don’t understand why you waited for me.”

Jim’s grin dropped in an instant. His voice turned deep and menacing. “People don’t leave without my permission. And they especially don’t hurt someone they have very clearly been ordered to stay away from. You get Molly; I get Seb.”

“And Eurus?” Sherlock asked.

“She’s your problem.”

இڿڰۣ-ڰۣ—

The warehouse was dark when they approached. Two men in outrageously expensive suits, stealthily creeping through shadows and hiding behind boxes like something out of a Bond film.

They silently approached the warehouse office, a little room in the back corner with slivers of light coming through the drawn blinds. In the end, it didn’t matter how quietly they moved because the raised voices coming from the office only grew louder with each passing second.

“Hey. Hey, lady! You put that chair down, right now,” came a desperate male voice.

Jim whispered, “Sebastian.”

Sherlock nodded in response. If Eurus had already escalated to the point where she was attacking her own henchman with a piece of furniture, that didn’t bode well for Molly’s safety.

They heard Sebastian yelp and the thud of something solid hitting the ground.

“That’s for shoving me in the trunk.” Sherlock and Jim exchanged a look. The voice was feminine and out of breath, and very clearly did not belong to Eurus.

“Molly.” Sherlock mouthed. Jim nodded, appearing just as bewildered as Sherlock.

Another yelp from Sebastian. “And that’s for making me spill my coffee. I was really looking forward to that.”

A third yelp. “Damn it, woman! Stop kicking me. I’ll buy you a damn cup of coffee, just let me up.”

Molly huffed. “Do I look stupid?”

“I am not answering that,” Sebastian quickly replied.

Jim hung his head. “What an idiot.” Sherlock nodded in agreement.

‘Black Magic Woman’ began to play from inside the room. The two men froze next to the office door, waiting to hear what was going to happen next. The song played a few more bars before it went silent.

“Oh my God! Not only are you a shitty kidnapper, you have crap taste in ring tones. That wasn’t even Santana!”

“Screw you, lady. That was Fleetwood Mac. That is a classic. God damn it, stop throwing things at me!”

Sherlock decided enough was enough, they rushed into the room to find Sebastian Moran on his arse, backed into a corner. Molly stood over him, chest heaving with deep, angry breaths. She had a pencil cup in her hand, arm drawn back in preparation to fling it at Sebastian. Jim bent down and picked up the gun that must have been dropped during the scuffle.

“Molly?” Sherlock called her name as he tried to approach her with both hands up in the universal sign for ‘I come in peace, please don’t thrown anything at my head’.

“Sherlock? Jim? Jim!” Molly gasped. “But, you’re dead!”

“Consider me a ghost, luv.” He pointed the gun in Sebastian’s direction. “I’ll just get what I came for, and be out of your way. Always nice to see you again, Molly. Perhaps I’ll stop by for another one of your tortes someday. I was telling Sherlock they are to die for. Maybe you should bake one for Eurus, butter up the future sister-in-law a bit.”

“Uh. I, uh, what?” Molly looked to Sherlock for an explanation.

Sebastian’s mobile started to vibrate on the desk, then ‘Black Magic Woman’ began to play once more.

“Speak of the psychopath.” Jim nodded toward the phone. “That is my cue to leave.” He wiggled the gun in Sebastian’s direction. Sebastian got up, and glared at Molly as he pushed past her. She tossed the pencil cup at his head, and it bounced of with a metallic ping.

Sebastian stomped toward the door, hand held up to the tender spot on his forehead. “She’s as nuts as the other one. Bunch of crazies. You’re all a bunch of crazy people!” Molly reached for the stapler on the desk and he squeaked as he darted out of the room.

Jim hung back just long enough to say, “Give Eurus my love. Ta.”

Sherlock picked up the phone and answered it. “Hello, sis. I’m afraid you caught us at a bad time. We were just on our way out.”

He heard Eurus laugh. “I saw. Wave for the camera, Sherlock. Tell your Molly I think I’m beginning to like her. She’s fun to play with.”

And then the call disconnected.

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