#seeeee heres the thing about not having a minds eye

[dgdraws]

doodling some potential forms for the eldritch voice in my head...

[moonywritez6]

Kinktober Day 10 (Reupload)

Character: Original Sukuna x Witch Reader 

Reader: Fem Reader!

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, smut, harsh language, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, oral (fem receiving), double dicks, double penetration, blood, violence

Wc: 2,849

A/n: Hello my sweets! Unfortunately, I got locked out of my old blog account, so I had to make a new one! So, chances of you having seen this before are high as it's on my old account! (I am so sad about it honestly). But I am going through all my old accounts posts and reuploading them here! I hope you can still enjoy my works!

S/N:  I kind of referenced this fic to one of my earlier works between Sukuna and Witch Reader! (It's sad and angsty but I just love the story I have behind the two so I couldn't help myself! Just look for Sukuna's part if interested! (Not required of course!) This one is not edited or proofread so I do apologize for all the mistakes.

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Making his way through the dark woods, Sukuna lets out a few breaths, his body taking him down the path he had come to engrave deep inside his mind. "Damn pathetic witch…living so far out." He growls to himself. Your mere existence was annoying, but at the same time, your face always seemed to calm his rageful soul. After what felt like a century of walking, his eyes take in the faint glow of the lantern you always kept hanging from your porch. He grunts, not bothering to knock as he pushes the door open only to be greeted by pure silence. The curse narrows his eyes as he searches the small hut noticing no signs of life. “Oi! Damn witch of the woods!” He shouts allowing a moment for you to respond but there is nothing. He grits his teeth, his mind running through all the possible things that could have happened to you. “The village.” He spits, recalling how you had once mentioned being hated and feared by a village a few miles away. Thinking that one day they would come for you. Sukuna quickly rushes out of the hut, his feet taking him at max speed towards the village, his bloodlust filling the air.

As he dashes through the woods one of his eyes catches a glimpse of a figure standing out in the lake causing him to halt. He approaches the tree line with all four eyes taking in the figure under the moonlight. There you stood, body fully exposed as you bathed under the moon, completely defenseless as you looked up at the sky, eyes shining with the stars. Sukuna watches his mind and nerves going crazy with multiple emotions. Fear, anger, relief, lust each one clashing with the other as he tried to push it all aside. “Do you seeeee her?” An eerie voice whispers from a few trees down getting his attention. There hovered some low-level curses, their eyes peering at your oblivious self their actions irritating Sukuna. “She’s known to be one of the prettiest creatures to grace these woods~” Another curse giggled, leaning closer to get a better look at your exposed breasts.

“Do you think we can touch-” It falls silent as one of the curses falls to the ground, head cut clean off. The other curses jump quickly looking behind them to see the king of curses hold a severed head in his hands, eyes cold as he smirks down at the pathetic creatures before him. “Just by looking at her you die.” Was all he needed to say before blood splattered everywhere covering his body in the filthy red liquid. He growls while examining his body with disgust before his ears ring at the sound of your voice. “Who’s there?” Though you pose it as a question your tone is stern and demanding causing the king of curses to smirk an idea popping into his head. Carefully he emerges from the tree line still drenched in blood as he lets out a deep sigh while one hand scratches the back of his head.

“Calm down damn witch.” His eyes trail back to you watching as your defensive form relaxes at the sight of him, this small action causing the bloodthirsty killer's heart to waver. Though you had relaxed you soon remembered that you were bathing under the moon completely exposed to the man in front of you causing a deep red to dust your cheeks as you tried to duck under. The sight is amusing as Sukuna slowly strips himself of what little clothing he already wore, his body slowly entering the cold water of the night. “I-I’ll be out soon Sukuna-san! You can just go back to the hut!” You protested while swimming further away, your entire body flushed at the quick glimpse you had gotten of his naked form. You hear him scoff as he moves closer to you only stopping a few inches away as he peers down at you with dark eyes.

“You weren’t there…” He mumbles, reaching out to pull you against his chest; you flinch at the sudden contact, your usual calm demeanor gone. He smirks at this, finally being able to see a new side of the most powerful witch of the woods as he rests his chin on your head. “I almost went to kill that village.” He confesses one of his hands carefully sliding down your right arm to extend it out as he examines the black tattoos that covered your skin similar to his own thanks to that soulmate spell you had performed almost three months ago. You frown at his words not wanting him to murder innocent lives because of some witch. “Sukuna-san I only went to bathe under the moonlight! I didn’t even know you would be coming here at this time of the night!” You scold turning your head up to look at the curse who was labeled as your soulmate. He hums, taking a piece of your hair between two of his fingers gently playing with it as he recalls the curses, he had just slaughtered a moment ago.

“Do I need to inform you when I will arrive? Tch, who do you think you’re talking to?” He growls dipping his face into the crook of your neck to leave a possessive bite, his teeth piercing into your skin causing you to whine as you grip onto two of his biceps, your sharp nails dragging against his skin sending tingles through his body. “I told you before…I’m not afraid of curses.” You breathe listening to him lick at the fresh mark a satisfied hum leaving his lips as his eyes look up at your face brows furrowed. “Curses aren’t afraid of you either, you know. In fact, curses are drawn to you.” He growls pulling away his body becoming clearer under the light of the moon as you take in all the red still staining his skin the smell of iron finally processing in your nose.

“Are you hurt Sukuna-san?” You question quickly turning your body to face him, your bare breasts pressed against his chest as you examine him for any injuries getting ready to cast a healing spell if needed. He stops you, arms trapping your body as close as possible to his, a small gasp escaping you as you feel the two hard cocks pressing against your lower body. “I’m fine dammit! I just found a few pathetic curses trying to mess with something that belongs to only me.” He growls at the memory of their ugly faces, his blood boiling as he could only imagine what was running through their minds when they looked at your lustful body glistening so beautifully in the night. “It makes me so pissed…that you can just let others see you so exposed.” He grabs at your chin with one hand forcing you to look up at him, his eyes taking in your flushed appearance.

“I didn’t even know they were around…I guess I was just spacing out too much.” You confessed feeling foolish for having let your thoughts of the man in front of you cloud your senses making the area around you nonexistent in the moment. Sukuna hums watching the night sky reflect in your pure orbs so full of care and love for this world's filthy creatures. “Your skin is so divine in the moonlight.” He confesses cupping your cheek, his mind filling with only you, the one creature he was willing to love for all eternity. Your eyes widen as you look up at him, mouth agape when you see the soft look in his eyes. “Sukuna-san you didn’t drink any of the potions when you were inside, did you? Some of those are for customers who asked for aphrodisiacs!” You worry, not wanting to have the curse mad at you the next day for allowing him to drink something that would show any signs of weakness.

He frowns at your words, going to pinch your sides in annoyance. You let out a small cry from the stinging pain, a pout on your lips. “Tch. You think I would be so stupid to drink one of those disgusting vials?” He growls, finding your questions insulting for the king of curses. You try to shrink away into the water, finding his mood to be slightly unpleasant. “I was just wondering…big jerk.” Your words were quiet but not enough to go unnoticed by Sukuna who disliked that you were no longer pressed against him, his body not feeling whole. “If you wish for my anger to cease then will you be a good witch and please your king?” The question shocks you as you make eye contact orbs searching for any mischievous intent only to find pure lust greeting you. The two of you had made love only once when you had discovered you were soulmates, both your harbored feelings finally being released into three whole days of passion.

As if reading your mind Sukuna let out a small chuckle, his arms gripping at your waist as he pulled you close once again this time making you wrap your legs around his torso. “It's been so long since I’ve made love to you…tell me does your body still recall my touch?” He whispers lips pressing against your forehead. You hum, unable to think of any words as you feel your heart racing, your eyes trailing all over his chest taking in the man who had won over the most powerful witch. “Look at me Y/n.” He growls forcing your chin up the use of your name causing something inside you to tingle. “I’m going to make every creature in these woods know that you’re mine. So don’t you dare hold back filthy witch.” With those words his lips are roughly pressed to yours in a bruising kiss as he pries your mouth open with ease, his tongue almost plunging deep into your throat as he hungrily takes in your taste.

You whine, arms wrapping around his neck to deep kiss your body wanting more of him as if remembering those three days like it was something you experienced your whole life. A deep growl leaves Sukuna’s throat as one of his hands grips the back of your head taking in a fist full of your hair as you feel him smirk into the kiss. Your eyes shoot open in shock, a small cry being muffled by his lips when you feel a giant tongue lick up your pussy. Sukuna’s fist pulls at your hair separating the kiss, a long string of saliva still connecting the kiss as he lets out an amused laugh “Does it feel good darling? Having two tongues inside you?” He breathes as the mouth on his stomach hungrily lapped at your twitching pussy under the water. You let out a few pathetic moans. The feeling of his other mouth was different compared to his normal one.

Sukuna closely watched the way your face twisted into pleasure as your arms tightened around his neck, your hips starting to move in sync with the licks of his other tongue. He watches cocks twitching as the sight deeply arouses him. “What a filthy witch~” He teases his tongue sliding up your neck as he wraps a hand around your throat. You shiver body trembling from all the pleasure you were feeling. Sukuna presses his forehead to yours, his eyes taking in every detail of your face before pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. You whine, your body stiffening when the tongue from his stomach slithers deep inside your hole, eyes widening as your legs squeeze around him. Sukuna pulls away an evil grin on his face as he looks down at your fucked out expression.

“Filthy whore coming from another mouth!” He laughs a hand caressing your side as he tries to pull you away however your grip doesn’t loosen up as you try to recover from your orgasm pussy twitching. He sighs, pressing a few kisses to your cheek. “Strongest witch in the world but so pathetic from just getting your pussy tongue fucked.” His words earn a small smack from you followed by a tiny ‘shut up’ causing him to laugh. “If you want me to be satisfied you have to move away a bit darling. Otherwise, I can’t put it inside.” He whispers into your ear taking notice of your shivers. ‘The water must be getting cold.’ His thoughts are confirmed when you slowly float away from him, his eyes landing on your perked nipples and trembling lips. His two lower hands reach under the water to pump at his throbbing cocks wanting to feel inside your warm walls.

“Your pussy can handle both, right? Or has it been too long for the Witch of the Woods?” He hums remembering how long it took for your pussy to accept both his cocks the first time. Your body stiffens as you contemplate swimming away from the curse, your eyes trailing over to your clothes that lay by the shoreline. Taking notice of your gaze Sukuna frowns quickly gripping at your wrist to pull you back into his chest. “You dare think of running from me witch?” He growls two of his hands lifting you up, earning a small squeak from you as you try and hold onto his shoulders for support. “S-Sukuna-san I don’t think I can! It was so long ago!” You plead nails digging into his flesh.

“I want any pathetic creature lurking around to see my little witch get fucked by a true king!” He shouts while positioning both tips at your entrance, the feeling of them rubbing together causing a decent amount of precum to mix with the lake's water. With a free hand, he cups your cheek, eyes locking as his lips hover over your bruised and swollen ones. “The only king she will please and love.” He whispers before sloppily kissing you while thrusting deep into your pussy. You scream into the kiss tears falling down your cheeks as you feel your pussy being ruined as his cocks fill you. Sukuna groans into the kiss, his chest tightening as he feels your walls squeeze almost making him cum on the spot. He pulls away multiple curses leaving his lips as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, his body shaking from how good you felt.

“So, fucking tight…such a good witch…my good girl.” He praises kissing anywhere he can while listening to the tiny whimpers you give in response. After a moment he starts to move growling at the feeling of his cocks rubbing together the friction driving him crazy as his movements start to pick up. His hold on your body is tight as he bounces you up and down like a doll, the sound of water splashing filling his ears. However, that was the only sound causing him to look up at you while gritting his teeth. “I fucking knew it.” He scoffs watching your mouth move but no sounds come out. This wasn’t the first time you had cast a spell to conceal your voice from him not wanting to disrupt any of the woodland creatures or anyone in the area.

“Tch, I won't let you stay quiet with your spells this time witch.” He spits venomously his nails digging into your hips as he pounds deep inside you the tips of his cocks entering your womb causing tears to fall from your eyes. Having learned some of your spells Sukuna is quick to rid you of your silence, your screams of pleasure music to his ears as they echo throughout the woods. “That’s right, witch! Scream my name let these woods hear who makes their precious witch so weak and pathetic!” Sukuna laughs maniacally, his thrusts merciless as he feels you cum for a second time. You toss your head back drool falling from your chin, eyes glossed over with lust as you stare up at the moon. “Sukuna! Sukuna! Give me more!” You scream your mind is too fucked out to care anymore. Sukuna laughs followed by a few grunts as he feels himself reaching his own release, the excitement from killing all those curses along with seeing how beautiful you looked under the moonlight bringing him so much pleasure.

“Kiss me Y/n…kiss your king…your soulmate.” He breathes heavily. His only desire is you. You look at him with a fucked-out expression that causes him to go over the edge, his lips smashing to yours as he fills your insides, your pussy clenching as you spray all over them. Sukuna’s arms hold you tight, his eyes trailing to the tree line, smirking against your lips as he watches the smaller curses cower away. Once he made sure the two of you were clean, he was careful while carrying you out of the lake making sure to grab your clothes along with his own. “Sukuna-san…you’re so mean.” You whisper half asleep from the tiring activity. Sukuna just scoffs rolling his eyes at your words.

“Shut up Y/n.”

[what-the-hell-is-going-on-here]

do you have any thoughts/hcs about pred human 8 (or general tummy thoughts about him) because i love him sm 🥺 i feel like he'd be a gentle and slightly teasing pred. keeps tiny 0 in his mouth long enough for 0 to become impatient and start complaining (he thinks it's cute) and then swallows when he least expects it. keeps a hand on his full belly while he's writing something on a notepad

ANON. IM SO SERIOUS THIS ASK HAS MADE MY DAY. OR WEEK. SOMETHING. I GOT SO EXCITED SEEING THIS NOTIF I STARTED ROLLING AROUND IN MY BED LIKE A BALL.

OKAY. OKAY. IM COLLECTING MYSELF.

since i like Many Things im gonna go full ramble on you i hope you do not mind. mostly vore and some stuffing thoughts after that- i’ll say where it changes in bold if you wanna skip it. gonna ramble a little about digestion/reformation too, but that’s going under the cut cause i know some ppl don’t like it. it’s fully painless and not gorey (soft digestion??? is that a term?????) but i put it under the cut anyways :3 basically skip there after it changes if you wanna see just vore things

OKAY LETS ACTUALLY GET INTO THIS. THERE’S A BUNCH HERE SO PREPARE URSELF. (btw i use he/it for 8)

absolutely losing my mind over what you sent, giving you a party hat /pos I CANT THATS SO CUTE. that’s gonna be rattling around in my brain for weeks. 8 WOULD SO DO THAT HEHEHEH it keeps 0 in its mouth for a little too long, maybe softly biting him or pressing its teeth against his body until he starts to squirm and complain- he keeps whining about “oHhHhHh WAAA you’re getting saliva on my clothes that’s gonna take forever to clean- 8 i’m BUSY i don’t have TIME for that-” and before he can keep rambling 8 just swallows his ass 💀💀

he’s totally a caring pred i think (maybe a little smug when he wants to be but he’s mostly nice, he won’t be a dick for no reason unlike SOMEONE cough KLEIN.) and would keep a hand on his tummy while he works like you said. IDK he just doesn't seem like the type of guy to forget about his prey/act like they’re not there. he cares about 0! they’re friends! (im 99% sure its canon they get along LISTEN TO 0’S VOICE LINES AND SEE HOW MANY TIMES HE TALKS ABOUT 8. HE DOESN’T INSULT HIM EITHER. I COULD RANT ABT THAT FOREVER THEY ARE FRIENDS AND I LOVE THAT) he never views 0 as just food- he may wanna eat him for the full feeling or some other “self centered” reason but that doesn’t mean he doesn't care about 0.

i like to think 8 would snatch 0 up if he hadn’t been taking care of himself, too- maybe he won’t take breaks because he needs to finish “one last thing” (it’s been 4 hours) or he’s stressed and won’t admit it to himself- whatever it is 8 decides 0 needs to get off his high horse and actually rest for once. he’d eat 0 no matter how loud he complains, doesn’t care about the rest of the think tank looking at him (he’d be so open about vore its scary. he starts rambling about it out of nowhere and borous gives him the biggest concerned side eye from his station), he’d do it anyway because he CARES. and yeah the fullness helps him focus blah blah blah whatever BUT HE WANTS TO HELP 0 OUT TOO.

some other misc hcs that i can’t make a paragraph out of:

8 would get a little sleepy when he's so full like that sometimes, so it would nap after eating 0 on a weekend or something. just imagine that. it’s so cute i can’t handle this MY 0x8 SHIPPING ASS CANNOOTTT

this is specifically a more shippy thought- 8 kissing a tiny 0 a bunch before eating him. im melting its too cute

8 with foodplay. listen to that again. 8 WITH FOODPLAY. DO YOU SEE THE VISION. 8 eating 0 with some big fancy dessert. 8 eating 0 then knocking back an ice cold nuka, reveling in the shocked squirms he’s getting from 0. DO YOU SEEEEE

8 loves rubs. he absolutely MELTS if it's done right, and i'm sure 0 would learn how to do it as payback for 8's teasing, digging his hands into the folds and hearing 8 gasp/his breath hitch or giggle a little.. just think about it.

this guy is totally a sucker for teasing. he just feels like it sometimes- he’ll lay it on thick and REALLY get into it and say a bunch of stuff at all once. he can’t help but tell 0 how good he tastes, how nice he feels when he squirms or rubs his stomach, how happy it is for 0 agreeing to let it eat him, how they really need to do this more often… im sorry im evil

8 nerding out over vore. he just finds it really interesting sometimes and likes to ask 0 how it feels (to ttooottaally not get a rise out of him and tease him over it, never! why would he do thattttt? ..but sometimes it is unintentional LMAO) so he’d be asking so many random questions. literally in the middle of work- he randomly wonders how loud his heartbeat is when someone’s inside of him or if stomachs really blush when someone is flustered (THEY DO!! SRSLY LOOK THAT UP) and asks 0 like dala isn’t right behind them. he doesnt give a fuck and its so funny

OK NOW. STUFFING THOUGHTS BE UPON YE.

i have kind of put all my writing energy into that above stuff so there’s gonna be less here but LET’S ROLL ANYWAY.

personally i see 8 as the kind of guy to eat a lot and wanna feed other people (cough 0) but i’m gonna focus on the first bit for this.

8 totally has a sweet tooth to me. i can sooo see him chugging a bunch of nukas all at once and sitting with that full, bubbly feeling cause he can’t help himself.

8 snacking a bunch during work, slowly getting more and more full without realizing it. he keeps mindlessly eating chips or something idk what they had pre-war- just something unhealthy, and he starts slowing down until he realizes all of his snacks are gone and Oops! he is way too full to normally behave in a work setting! HAVE HIS TUMMY STICK OUT FROM THE REST OF HIS COAT. MAKE HIS COWORKERS BE ABLE TO TELL HOW STUFFED HE IS. HAVE HIM GET FLUSTERED OVER THAT. IT IS A REQUIREMENT /J

8 stuffing himself silly on a weekend, planning to do nothing but laze around all day, but then klein calls him in to work overtime (for more pay! he’s not that bad) and he has to come in like he DIDNT just eat enough food for 3 people. he tries to lie or say whatever but klein knows how he is at this point- he just tells 8 to get his work done and “be normal about it” 💀💀 (i doubt klein would really care- it’s not his business, really, and he’s seen worse from 8)

his stomach gets LOUD after he eats a bunch. honestly, the same goes for vore, but it’s especially bad after stuffing himself. but it’s not like 8 can complain at all. i think he’d like it, actually! he’s fine with laying down after a big meal, full and sated and hearing his body work through everything that he ate- UhghfhGHh im gay, apologies

i feel like he’d have an average appetite. he can’t eat a crazy amount of food but that’s okay, he just likes being able to indulge freely :> his eyes are totally bigger than his stomach tho. he sees a bunch of food and thinks it'll be easy but he starts slowing down way quicker than expected and gets himself into trouble that way. SOMEONE GIVE HIM RUBS ASAP

LET SOMEONE FEED THIS MAN. PLEASE. i hc that 8 actually got 0 into stuffing (long story but ill ramble if anyone ever asks me to) but he’s usually the one feeding 0, so flipping the script and having 0 feed 8 is SUCH a nice thing to brainrot over. LET 0 BE A TEASING BITCH TOO!!! LET 8 GET REALLY FLUSTERED!!!! they deserve it (plus this concept in more of a domestic/soft way rather than a teasing way is also peak. 0 SHOW HOW MUCH YOU CARE ABOUT 8 RAAAHHHHHH)

okay i think that’s all ive got rn. BELOW THE CUT IS REFORMATION/DIGESTION STUFF SO IF THAT’S UR JAM GO SEE :3 I PROMISE IT'S GOOOODDDD :3 :3

welcome to reformation time. IDK IVE BEEN HAVING THE BIGGEST BRAINROT ABT REFORMATION RECENTLY, ESPECIALLY WITH 8, so if you like this kinda stuff you’re in for a treat (i hope)

i view 8 as a little bit of a gremlin sometimes. he’s definitely soft when he wants to be, but i get the vibes that he’s also a little evil (in the silly way). this ties into him being a little teasing bitch- i can’t get over the idea of 8 eating 0 with the intent to digest him, instead of safe-keeping. SIDENOTE: i imagine that digestion would be sort of like a full reset for the prey- if they’re in pain or really tired or stressed out, with that kind of lingering stress that never seems to go away, afterwards they reform and come back totally fine again! so maybe 8 can tell 0’s been stressed for a while, or, again, he won’t accept the fact that he needs to take a break and some time for himself, or 8 just wants a full stomach while he works and he’s too lazy to get lunch LOL, so he decides to actually go the full mile and digest 0. (with 0 already knowing what reformation is/he knows he wont die. because i dont have the time to write all that out and i would never wanna actually hurt my guy)

maybe he flat out tells 0 what he’s planning, or 0 can put the pieces together by the look on 8’s face and how loud his stomach’s being- either way 0 knows what’s gonna happen to him. he starts fighting back a little, not enough to hurt but enough to show he’s a little annoyed, but 8 doesn’t care. he just smiles and swallows him down anyways, savoring the taste on his tongue.

[another sidenote that’ll be relevant with the next bit: i imagine, for the prey, reformation is really chill- they aren’t fully aware of what’s going on, nothing hurts, they just get more and more sleepy until they fully fall asleep, and they feel sort of tingly or they get that kind of floaty feeling- so basically they’re having a good time too dw. 0’s chill he’s just a whiner.]

i really like the idea of 8 giving in and being more self indulgent with reformation- he really savors the full feeling and how 0 tastes and how he squirms and the blissful weight in his stomach- i have such a soft spot for it and i have no idea why. JUST- LET THAT MAN BE A SMUG BITCH! LET IT PRIDE ITSELF ON THE FEELING! LET IT TEASE 0 THE WHOLE TIME- COMMENT ON HOW HIS SQUIRMS ARE GETTING WEAKER AS IF IT’S ANALYZING HIM THE WHOLE TIME AND TAKING NOTES, TALK ABOUT HOW FULL IT ALREADY FEELS, ASK HOW LONG 0 CAN STAY AWAKE AND IF HE CAN STILL PROCESS WHAT IT’S SAYING WHILE IT RUBS ITS STOMACH GENTLY- EUGIFIGJIGGKGJ IM ILL. but with some good post-digestion stuff too!! after 0 pops back in, 8 makes sure he’s alright, checking in and making sure he did end up enjoying himself (0 did- he admits he did need the break, and he feels pretty energized after all of it! it’s like he took a nice powernap), maybe with some softer teasing with 8 not-so subtly asking if they can do it again, you know the drill.

OK I DUNNO HOW TO END THIS OFF LMAO. THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK. THIS GOT A LOT LONGER THAN I EXPECTED BUT I HOPE YOU (AND THE ONE OTHER PERSON IN THE WORLD WHO LIKES O//W//B VORE/STUFFING) ENJOY ALL OF IT LOL

[icypenguin]

★~ A Popstar?!

HEY EVERYONEEE i’m so sorry i’ve gone missing for months T-T i had sooo much work to doooo and finally i’ll be doing this reuqest, anon! im really sorry to keep you waiting for sooo long i don’t even know if you still remember but here u gooo, enjoyyy!

btw for this one i’ll be doing skateboarder!lyney, reader is mentioned to be wearing a dress too.

the atmosphere was quiet, noone in the room, noone in the house except you. your lover has gone out to “buy groceries” but man does it really need to take 3 hours? the clock was the sound that were present in the room. the continuously ticking of it markers the hands going through the number ‘11’ and ‘12’, telling that it was about to reach 11pm. you fight your eyes who’s getting drowsy with each ticking of the clock. you refuse to sleep without your lover, you missed his presence.

out of boredom, you opened X and started scrolling, trying to find interesting stuffs of news that might keep you awake. but there were no such gripping thing for you to see, until you passed through a familiar video. “ngl but miss them, nostalgic memories for all of us” *1 video attachment* and by your suprise, the video was your past band having its first concert. you remembered that sweet memory, it was your first concert actually. it was not big nor that small, people were singing along the song. the video lasted a full minute, that’s enough to catch a glimpse of everyone. soon, you saw your being standing in the corner with a glittering dress that stood out. but out of embarrassment you sped up the video, melting in the couch not knowing out of embarrassment or the feeling of longing that memory.

you re-tweeted the tweet that’s supposedly booming. as you recalled all the memories again, you remembered you kept a box full of goodies from the band. you quickly got up to your feet, eagered to open the untouched box for years! making your way to the storage room, the room where you and lyney haven’t agree to use it as one but by the room that are full of boxes, what else could the room be? scattering among the boxes that were more full of lyney’s stuff, his old skateboards, his broken skate boards, and his childhood stuffs. something glittery was peeping out from the corner, you thought it was the box so you tiptoed there, going pass through boxes and boxes. when finally your hands got a grip of the box that’s full of dust, “chérie i’m home!” was heard. tiptoeing back to the door, you put the box near the door to check on it later then made your way downstairs.

“you’re back, finally!” he hugged you tightly and kissed the whole of your face. “what was taking you long?” he stood there, trying to come up with an answer “i- uh.. just got caught up with a friend of mine.. not that important” he looks nervous..? “are you suree?” you leaned on to his face a bit which made him nervous again… “you weren’t in an illegal skateboard comp, were you…?” you’re his only weakness, and to tell you lies were the last thing he wants. “um.. maybe.. but don’t worry! i got home safely, seeeee?” oh lyney, what a jerk. “oh my pancakes lyney! i told you to never participate in one again, didn’t i?” “y-yeah but-“ “no buts. just go take a shower- you have dirt everywhere!” “y-yes mon chérie”.

you rolled your eyes and got a hand of the bag that’s filled with groceries. while waiting for him, you put the foods and stuffs to where it belongs. after approximately 15 minutes, you felt a hand creeping around your waist, “‘m sorry mon chérie..” your lover laid his head on your shoulder, giving kisses near your ear. “i told you before to not participate in those sketchy stuffs, lyney…” you spared a glance at him, he looked like a puppy who got kicked out. “i know i know.. i’m sorry” “fine.. just- don’t come home this late anymore” he nodded his head and gave you a kiss on the cheeks.

just then, lyney remembered something he wanted to show you, something he thinks will blow your mind. “ah love! i found something on X..” you were confused by what he’s talking about “huh?” “look, look! the one right there looks just like you!” he showed the tweet that you re-tweeted earlier. yep, the one with you standing on the corner, which he was pointing at. you were somewhat startled with how lyney found the video, you never knew what could be on his X page now. “the-the hair- the eyes- the skin tone, it looks just like you! what a massive coincidence!” a giggle was what come out from you.

“well maybe cause it’s not a coincidence” a confused look rushed over his face, making you giggle more. “wh-what? um.. you’re not telling me you were a popstar before.. right?” that’s when he finally realised, 5 years of being in contact with you and he just realised?! bro would be fired if he was a detective. “well.. you guessed it” “W-WHAT…” his jaw dropped wide open, his eyes were wide, processing what has happened. “took you long enough” you couldn’t help but giggle at his wide opened jaw, as well as his shocked being.

“theres no way you were one! you’re joking.. t-theres no was i’ve been dating a popstar!” his eyes which turned from a wide one to a dazzling one, you swore you could’ve seen stars and glimmers in them. “well, guess you’ve finally broke the undiscovered mystery, huh?” “you got to tell me about everything! tell me! tell me! what was it like? how did it start? were you nervous? were you suprised- oh this is a dream to be dating a popstar!” i guess now he’s going to nag everyone about dating an ex-popstar?

tysm for reading! hope u enjoyed and i’m rlly sorry if theres any mistakes heuheuheue, reblogs and likes are appreciated. thankyouuuu!

hii! can i request lyney x reader who was a really famous japanese idol when they were in their teen years, and lyney just found out about it because reader wanted to see how long it'd take for him to figure it out. feel free to decline! have a great day

HELLOOO AND THANKYOU FOR THE REPLYYY I WILL TOTALLY ACCEPT THIS BUT I DONT THINK I CAN MAKE IT NOW IM REALLY SORRYYY PROBABLY NEXT WEEK THOUGHHH SORRY FOR THE WAITING D: BUT I PROMISE I’LL MAKE IT :D HAVE A GREAT DAY OR NIGHT TOOO AND SORRY AGAIN T-T

[mazeinthemiroh]

han sfw alphabet

genre: fluff

word count: 2.2k

warnings: none

requested?: yes

song rec: music for a sushi restaurant by harry styles

pls like and reblog if you enjoyed! feel free to request anything <3

a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection)

once han is fully comfortable with someone, he is pretty much the most affectionate bundle of fluff you will ever know

and he shows his affection in various ways. sometimes he will pull you in for random hugs and pepper your face with numerous kisses

or he might stay up all night writing a whole rap song about his feelings for you and how he is lost without you, you know, the usual swaggy stuff

b - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)

his best friend is his safe place

he's the type of friend that cherishes having someone to joke around with. if you get his sense of humour than you guys are definitely gonna hit it off from day 1!

he just loves having someone who will go out and do stuff with him. and han is pretty much for anything you suggest, he's very open-minded! you want to go rock climbing? sure thing! you want to go fishing? not a problem! you want to eat you heart out at a buffet restaurant? he's already there.

c - cuddles (would they like to cuddle? how do they cuddle?)

he can be very cuddly

might take him some time at the start of the relationship to get comfortable, but once he can be very physically affection in general

he loves cuddling into you when you guys are watching a movie and snuggled up on the couch together. he will always have a fluffy blanket to hand and will most likely be the one to lean on your shoulder, expecting you to place an arm around him uwu

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

the thought of settling down kind of stresses him out at this point in his life

he feels he wants to settle down in the future (like marriage and stuff) but he views that as like... wayyyyyyy into the future. he's not going to rush into something like that

in terms of domestic work, he will always offer and tries to make himself available. he likes going over to your place to just relax and stuff but when he sees you doing chores around the house there's no way he's gonna let you do that alone??

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

he's so anxious about it

like he's literally a heated mess, he doesn't know what to do with himself

has a whole crisis thinking about it, and loses a lot of sleep

he ends up phoning you at like 2am. you here his voice break in the other side as he starts crying, telling you it's over and (depending on the situation) apologising profusely

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

you seeeee

i persoanlly don't see han as a marriage type of guy

don't be me wrong, he is committed. he is loyal to the end, no joke

but marriage isn't really a goal for him. if you suggest it or say you want marriage, he is happy to oblige, of course. but it's not something he is dying to do, you know?

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

oh he's soooo gentle, perhaps more so emtoioanlly than anything else

we can tell just by the lyrics to his songs that hannie is very in touch with his own emotions, so relating and empathising with you is very natural for him

he knows very well when he has said something wrong, perhaps thinking before he speaks, because his eyes will grow wide before you even reaction. he'll rub his face and sigh, already apologising and backtracking from what he has said. he's very aware of his words and tries his best not to hurt you

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

just for the record, han is like a heater. his body is so naturally warm, and paired with the fact that he is the cutest bean on the planet, it's really hard not to hug him

of course he likes hugs. at times he even prefers them to kisses

he just thinks a hug say many things. they can say 'i love you,' 'i'm sorry,' 'i need you,' etc... which is why his go to physical affection is to pull you in for a big old hug <333

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

gosh imagine han saying he loves you oh my goshhh

i feel a mental breakdown coming ���‍♀️anyways

han will be hesitant when saying that he loves you. he needs to know he can trust you with his feelings, and he needs to know if you're in this for the long-run with him

because he's not going to tell someone he loves them for no reason

he dosn't want to waste his time or feelings

so once he has confirmed you are the one for him, he might say it randomly and suddenly

i can totally see him saying i love you after you guys have been laughing your asses off at a joke you have mad. just seeing you struggling to breath as you cackle with laughter, flushed cheeks and messy hair, he just knows that there is no one else he would rather be with

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

sometimes he lacks in confidence in himself so there are occasions when he would get jealous, but it wouldn't be obvious if he was

the majority of time he has trust in his partner and feels there's no reason to be jealous

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

he likes to attack you by peppering kisses all over your face. he just thinks your reaction is so cute and funny

and he appreciates any kisses you give him. it doesn't matter where you kiss him, he welcomes them all!!

issing you on the lips, han is usually soft and gentle. he almost always smiles into the kiss as he molds his lips into yours i'm actually suffering right now

he's got such funny, goofy energy most of the time but when it comes to kissing he's so soft and sensual and just sinks into a beautiful rhythm

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

he's good with them for the most part, mostly because he mostly tries to entertain them and does random things to make them laugh

and he's good at making them laugh, like he is with everyone! he doesn't view children much different from adults, they just have to be occupied a different way!

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

he's a sleepy bear who just wants to sleep some more :(

will probably grab and grip onto you if you even think about getting a out of bed. not on his watch! you're staying right here in his arms while he uses you as his personal pillow

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

will stay up all night chatting with you

he works all day and barely gets to see you during the week. and he stays up all night anyways, so he figures it would be even better to spend this time with you

likes to snuggle up with you and watch anime, and he's totally the type to have a big stash of midnight snacks just waiting to be eaten. you guys are gonna have so much fun

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

slowly

he gives off the vibe that he is quite an open person. it's the way he presents himself: quite confident, carefree, casual.

but finding out what he thinks about? his deep thoughts? his past mistakes? yeah, no. that's not going to be very easy access

it will took a lot of time and patience to get to know him in such a personal and intimate way, which will give him a chance to test and see if his partner is actually willing to be patient and kind with him

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

he was known for being a bit of a hot-head in his debut days

he's cooled down a bit now, for sure. he's matured and become more secure in himself, so he doesn't feel the need to start unnecessary drama

in fact, he actively avoids drama. sure, it's entertaining to watch an argument on a tv show, perhaps. but to actually be a part of it? definitely not good for his anxiety

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he forgets things here and there. he has a bit of a scatter brain, tending to hop from one thing to the next. so it's hard for him to focus on one things or little details, especially since he's a busy man

he tries to put a lot of effort when it comes to you. and he feels so guilty if he forgets an anniversary date, or keeps reminding himself to get a present for your birthday up until the very last minute. some things just fall out of his brain

r = remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

one time he invited you over to the studio. he was working late that night but he promised himself that he would spend every night with you. so you happily obliged!

well he was supposed to be working on an their next comeback, and he was going to show off a couple of his new songs he composed

he loved watching your face light up as you compliment his artistry, or how you started doing embarrassingly bad dances to one of his edm songs

he just values your positivity and support so much <3

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

protective in the sense that he doesn't want you to get hurt

but other than that, he's pretty chill. he doesn't feel the need to be on guard and protect you at all times because you are your own person. and he expects you to treat him as such

you both will protect each other and have each others back when something serious has happened

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

not too much effort to be honest

he likes sharing the casual, mundane things in his life with you. you make those normal bits of his life special, that's why he appreciates you so much. that's why he doesn't feel the need to go all glitz and glam, becaus eh doesn't have that some expectation of you

on anniversaries though, he will try do something a little different. a bit more special. he will rack his brain trying to find the perfect present for you, mostly something that you have wanted for a long time

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

because he likes to avoid any drama or heated discussions, it can be hard to reason with him at times

if you want to confront him about a certain issue or try and explain yourself to him in and argument, he is usually quite dismissive or likes to defuse the conversation, shrugging and saying "it's not that big of a deal"

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

hey

you can't spell handsome without 'han'

he knows he's gorgeous as hell so he's not too concerned about what he looks like

he takes pride in his appearance but usually prefers to wear cosy, baggy casual clothes, which he looks good in either way

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

if he has grown with you as a person, and if you have stuck with him through thick and thin, i would say, yes

but this feeling would only grow over a long period of time. this type of thing doesn't happen overnight for him

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them)

we know hannie can be quite random at times

so he likes doing random stuff with you! like going on long, midnight drives leading to nowhere. or befriending strangers together like its the most normal thing in the world

he falls in love with how much you match his random spurts of energy and follow on with his creative mischief

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

han doesn't like people who take life too seriously. he knows from his own experience that it is very, very easy to get down about things and become cynical about life

and everyone has days where they feel like that

han just chooses not to hang out with people like that. they just drain his energy. he needs soemone who can lift his spirits, match his energy, and just want to have a good time, despite life's hardships

z = zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

he will fall asleep randomly, anywhere at anytime

if he has a comfy surface for his head, there's nothing really stopping him from drifting off

and with the amount of sleep he misses, who can blame him?

[shadowworks]

Compulsion

Pairing: Mafia!Dabi X Reader

Warnings: dubconish themes, flirting with Hawks, blood, murder, blackmail, fingering. NSFW, quirkless AU!

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: Alright! This piece is for The Smut Pile Mafia Collab

I have to give my wholehearted thanks to @hisoknen @some-kindofgnome , @pleasantanathema, and @ever-enthralled for reading this over the last couple weeks, and making sure it reads well! I am so happy to have you beautiful souls! Also a special shoutout to Raph for brainstorming with me when I was stuck at the very end. 💕

Edit: This has fanart! Beautiful @maewoahoah created a Mafia!Hawks piece right here and a Mafia!Dabi piece here! She’s very talented! ;)

On this ominous winter evening it begins snowing. 

You readjust your peacoat and step through the frosty glow of the street lamp to your front door. Your muscles ache a little more than usual, your steps a little heavier. It’s been a long and tedious day at work; far less stimulating compared to Toga’s position working for a bootlegger named Tomura. But both jobs pay the rent. You push papers and withhold your scowls towards clients. Now, you want a bath. 

The sound of a muffled radio plays on the other side, and it floods your ears as you walk in with warmth and an iron smell wafting your chilled nose. 

“Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary...

Seeeee, my baby there;

She's stretched out on a long, white table

She looks so sweet, so cold, so fair.”

Toga’s playing blues again. It’s a routine she has before the graveyard shift across town. At this time, she’s in the kitchen making something before she goes, but you’re having trouble figuring out what food smells like copper. 

“He-e-e-y,” you call lazily, a sing-songy tone in your voice. 

She doesn’t answer, though you hear the clacking of stiletto heels on wood, which makes you amble down the hall to see what she’s doing. 

“Think you can smuggle some whiskey tonight? I thought we had some, but Keigo probably polished it off last—“

You stop in the doorway. 

There’s a poor bastard lying flat on his back, head twisting too far towards the sink. Ribbons of blood streak down his colorless skin, pouring out from a dark and glossy hole just beneath his jaw. You see it puddle and stain the edges of his hair a sticky red, the only sound besides your heart thudding is the soft thrums from the parlor.

“ When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat

Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain

So the gang'll know I died standing pat.”

You’re in a daze, one where you’re not sure how long you’ve been staring. It doesn’t seem real. Is it real? But it’s not until you hear the sound of heels clicking against the wood floors that you drag your gaze to the noise. 

Toga’s standing near the stove, her features vacant, shoulders slouched, and she’s holding a knife that’s still wet.

What the fuck? 

You want to scream, berate her, seethe what the fuck was she thinking, or if she was thinking for that matter. But the blonde speaks up before you do, with a voice above a whisper. 

“He was going to leave me. Said he was too dangerous.” Toga doesn’t look in your direction, moving to the rim of pooled blood which has stopped spreading out, “I told him I wouldn’t let anyone come between us, but he wouldn’t listen.”

Your jaw goes taut, staring incredulously at her steely face. The lack of emotion gives you a sinking feeling in your stomach.

The man wasn’t a random suit who bled out on your floor, this moron was seeing Toga on and off for months and had been trying to be more present.

Nights spent arriving at your door with flowers and sweets, and driving her to work was becoming a staple in his routine. He preferred staying in Toga’s room if they had the day off, and he always slipped out when the morning frost dusted the grass, a soft bluish hue painting the streets before sunlight. 

But that’s not the problem. See, he was a core member inside the Mafia running the northern side of the city, ‘The League’ they like to call themselves. The only men above this guy was his boss Tomura, and the underboss Dabi. You don’t know the former, but you’ve spent time with the latter.

You’re aware of his sadistic nature that flashes behind those teal eyes, and he doesn’t try to  hide it, either. The sideway glances during a poker match before he fucked someone over , the smile he wore when you asked about the purple bruises on his knuckles. 

So fan-fucking-tastic, the broad has some nerve.

You curl your lip, already shrugging your shoulders from your coat. You toss it over the table and start rolling up your sleeves to the elbows.  

Toga finally turns towards you after catching movement by her side, brows raising confused, “What are you doing?”

“You’re gonna grab his feet and we’re gonna move him onto the rug in the hall.” 

You step in the blood, grabbing him by the rusty black colored jacket and dragging him from the puddle. Of course it leaves drag marks, your heels making tracks alongside, but you can deal with the clean up later. 

Toga hurries over to help, carrying him by the legs and letting you guide the body to the floral rug.

“You don’t want to know what happened?”

You stop. Immediately dropping the dead weight, his blond head lolls off to the side. Your palms sheen with red, but you straighten up and push a beach curl from your cheekbone with the back of your hand.

“Not really. All I want is this fucker out of my house.”

It’s her turn to stare at you incredulously. This is completely out of nowhere for you to be assisting in hiding a dead boyfriend, even if you two are roommates. You’ve only been living together for four months now.

“Toga, I need you to listen, okay?” you say, a bit mockingly, “I can look past the murdering business by pretending you acted in self defense, but if you don’t have the goddamn brains to realize this idiot has friends, then I suggest you don’t stab people!”

Toga flinches slightly at the lilted pitch in your voice, already suggesting panicky, “We can take him to the woods and hide him there?”

“That’ll work.” You don’t think Twice about it.  

Working together, you both hoist him a couple feet onto the rug, refusing to look at his face. You didn’t need to be feeling a pang of guilt. It doesn’t take long for you to roll him towards the front door, as the material wraps around his figure. 

The hardest part is retreating to the car. The moment you push through the door, you see the distance from where you stand and the car parked a little down the sloping street. You both give a hard look to the powdery snow dusting the ground, quiet and enchanting. It would be beautiful...had you not been carrying a corpse.

“Stop being a little bitch and heave!”

“I can’t! You’re making me hold all the weight!”

“He’s off the ground! How the fuck are you holding all the weight?”

“But my arms hurt!”

“Fucking hell, Toga. What if I had stayed at my sister’s tonight? What then?”

“Stop yelling at me! I get it, alright? I shouldn’t have done it in the house!” 

Your bickering toils through the winds, muffled by the falling snow. The burst of cold air is running through your buttoned blouse while crossing to the 1929 Chevrolet causing a shiver to roll down your back. When you reach the car Toga plops the rug down onto the snow first, then you. Your wet fingers feel numb against the metal handle. 

There’s one entrance on each side, which likely will make shimming the body to the backseat  much harder. You pause, looking at the front in thought. 

“I’ll go first,” you say, “when he’s in, you go and grab our coats.”

“Are we burying him?”

“Think the lake’s faster.”

“What if it’s icy? They’ll see the hole if we throw him in.”

You both ponder your options for a little while, this isn’t exactly something you’ve done before...You can’t say the same for Toga, but she seems just as puzzled, almost clueless on how to get rid of her ex. 

Meanwhile, the rolled corpse behind you starts to slip downhill, little by little. The slanting street gives speed and the rug starts to roll.. Red droplets trail behind in its wake. 

You just happen to see it first.

“Toga—Toga, the body! The body!” 

Toga cries out, taking off after the rug as best she can on a frozen sheet. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

The graceful snowfall flutters with pain and chaos.

Toga skids against the fresh ice, feet stumbling under her navy blue dress. She falls to the ground with a hard thud, and you see she isn’t stopping. She keeps going alongside the body, sliding until the two disappear under another parked car. 

You don’t have time to think, a chill strikes up your spine in your panic. 

“Toga!” you call out, taking off after her. Unfortunately you find yourself abruptly on your back, pounding hard on the stones and stealing the breath from your lungs. 

If you could sigh right now you would. Or rather, if you could punch Toga right now you would, as rage twists with a throbbing pain in your chest. Was all this worth having a mobster roommate? The odds were piling against her. You have a mind to push her in the lake when you get there.

Several silent minutes go by with you staring up at the cloudy sky. It’s brighter from the illuminating white snow, and despite the icy powder prickling your flesh, you have no choice but to wait for the ache in your chest to fade. 

“Enjoying the view?” 

You hear a new voice, male, and the suave tone tells you who it is before he treads near. He looks over you with half lidded eyes of honey gold. 

He’s very pretty. The drifting snow flakes above his wheat coloured head manage to enhance this, though the uplifted eyes lined in black, and nicely sharp features are the last thing you want to see. You’re nowhere near ready to start lying out of Toga’s mess. 

“That can’t be too comfy down there,” Keigo says, bending forward with an outstretched hand,“C’mon, upsy-daisy.” 

You take his hand, feeling another leather glove hold your waist and lift you onto your feet. When you settle, he starts brushing the caked snow off your back. Mobster or not, he’s at least a gentleman.

“You alright?” he asks, giving you a once over for any fresh scratches.

You give a slow nod, crossing your arms over your chest. Fear’s got the better of you, and you look anywhere but him., “What are you doing here? I thought you were working tonight.”

“Oh I am! You could say I’m on patrol, need to pick up a few things.” 

Your gaze stills to your left, heart skipping. Keigo’s not alone. Standing nearby, a slim figure dressed in black from head to toe is watching you two lazily. A thread of smoke seeps from his parted lips, clouding a handsome face and spikes of black hair. Keigo keeps talking, but you can’t take your eyes off the ghostly presence you know to be Dabi.

“Unfortunately that includes loverboy. He was supposed to be back hours ago, but we figured he’s still fooling around,” a little smirk tugs at his mouth, suggestively “He’s still inside, right?”

You blink, turning back to face Keigo, “I wouldn’t know, I just got home,” you lie. 

“Look at you! You look like you’re about to freeze to death.” He starts suddenly, swiftly slipping his arms out from his heavy coat, revealing a black three piece with pinstripes, and a brighter crimson tie. In one smooth motion he twirls the long, beige coat over your shoulders, letting it rest over your figure.

“Thank you,” you say, before your eyes catch something. 

Dabi moves towards the clumsy skid marks, head tilting down to the red dots in the snow near his polished shoe. You stiffen.

“You sure you’re okay?” 

Your gaze flashes from Dabi’s retreating back to a politely smiling Keigo, “Yeah, I’m fine! I’m really cold is all.”

“Well, we should get you inside. You know you left your door wide open?” Shit, the door. You forgot about the stupid door—

(Dabi looms across the indents in the snow and follows down the hill like a dark shadow against crystals illuminating bright.)

“Ah yeah, I thought I left my purse in the car. It was just for a second, and then I slipped,” You force a smile. Relax. You need to relax. Keigo doesn’t seem convinced, reading something off in your features.

“Is that right?”

(He gets the edge of the old Ford, and notes the specks of red soak wider here. The spots lead underneath.) 

“I know, it’s pretty foolish. It’s um...It’s a good thing you showed up when you did, or...”

Your eyes drift over Keigo’s shoulder. The underboss starts to crouch low. Your pupils shrink, a new wave of panic tingles the back of your neck. Damn him, why was he so clever? 

“Dabi, wait!” you shout, pushing past Keigo’s shoulder. In your hurry you kick up the snowy crystals, rushing to the taller mobster in his long obsidian coat. Dabi quickly turns, standing up.tall before you hook onto his upper arm like a lover. “I saw an animal go under there that looked hurt. You shouldn’t mess with it.”

A smirk that breaks into a grin spreads on his face, a look of amusement blooming from your look of fright. You want to glare at him, though that could be dangerous. Why does he like seeing you scared?

 “An animal, you say?” he parrots back, adopting the same mocking pitch you gave Toga earlier. He’s not in the least bit on edge, and you really don’t like that. He flicks his teal eyes up to look behind you just then, “Good thing I have the city’s best exterminator right here.”

As if on cue, you hear the crunching boots of Keigo walking to the car. “Give me a break with the dirty work, will ya?”

“What, scared of a little pest?” Dabi taunts back coolly.

 “I’m not too fond of getting my knees wet, actually,” Keigo returns quite dryly, sharp eyes studying the long pattern marks. He places his gloved hands on his thighs and drops himself to a crouch in front of the vehicle.

You desperately hope Toga proves you wrong. Maybe she had the common sense to bail while no one was looking. It’s all you can do at this point, while Keigo dips his head underneath. You don’t realize, but your grip on Dabi’s arm presses tighter into the wool.

Keigo inspects below for a moment. There’s a long pause like a winter evening should be. Silent. Calming. You can almost believe in the soothing little lie. Then Keigo coughs a laugh  that echoes through the street. Bursts of manic giggles grow louder from the mobster, leaving you tilting your head at his pushed back hair, confused.

“There’s a pest, alright! I think I caught something—“

Keigo reaches under, and with an impressively strong yank, Toga’s head pops out in a doe eyed stare. Her arms are wrapped around a bundled rug with a fairly familiar head sticking out. 

“Hey there, Toga!” Keigo exclaims, “When did you become a rat?”

 Dabi tips his head down, drawing the lit cigarette back to his lazy smile. He’s shockingly calm which does nothing to ease your shivering panic. Toga however, seems fine. In fact, she’s moved on to livelier feelings.

“Hey! Does it look like a rat could’ve done this?!” she snaps, shaking the body in her arms. It bangs against the bottom of the car sending loud echoes through the nearly empty street. Specks of blood dribble on the white ground, and a couple more drops spray her cheeks.

You stare up at the clouds, rolling your eyes. Goddamnit Toga.

“Yeah, I guess a rat can’t hold a knife, huh? Ya got me there.” Keigo turns and beams you a smug look, eyes half lidded in an expression that reads, nice try, but you failed.

You scrunch your nose, quietly shooting him back a glare. Asshole might’ve caught you both red handed, but he didn’t have to be so fucking cocky about it. It’s only charming when he has a winning hand at cards. Beside you, Dabi’s shoulders shake with silent laughter, though you don’t have the guts to flash him the same glower. He is second in command after all.   

“Yeah, see? That’s what I thought!” Toga says in victory.

You blink very, very slowly at Toga when she finally meets your vastly unamused gaze,“...Nice work, Toga.” 

It comes suddenly. A fiery warmth ghosts the dip in your waist as Dabi leans in. It’s not unwelcomed, raw and soothing even, but it hardly lasts. His hand curls around Keigo’s coat collar and pulls it off your shoulders. The crisp wind rushes to your exposed arms.

“You got any rat poison on you, Hawks?” Dabi tosses the coat to Keigo. 

He catches it mid air as he rises to stand. “Nah, fresh out. But we have some back at the house.” 

“You want to take care of our rat problem then?”

“Can do, boss man.”

Before you can figure out what they mean–what they have planned for Toga–Dabi’s pristine leather glove presses at the small of your back and directs you toward the pouring light of the open door. “Don’t wait up.”

It’s barely there, but as you shift your eyes to Keigo, his features take on a darkened look toward Dabi.

“Play nice, now,” you hear Keigo say. This time though, the joyous tone is gone. 

A new song hums on the radio when you’re pushed through the threshold, you listen to the richly solemn blues as Dabi closes the door. He turns the lock with a click and pockets the key.

“I forgive you 

'Cause I can't forget you.

You've got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea”

He doesn’t give you a passing glance, instead he turns and strolls down the freshly bare hall. He hasn’t removed his coat, and each room he passes he tilts his head in to search for something, stopping by the parlor. With a twist of a knob, he shuts off the radio.

“Where’d she ice him?” he asks, still not looking at you by the stairwell. 

“In the kitchen.” You return. No point in hiding it now. 

His steps creak the wood as he ambles further down, knowing full well where to go. He’s been here a handful of times; of course, those were happier evenings filled with drunken laughs.

You watch him stand by the doorway, staring at the vibrant mess of a crime scene. He pops the tip of his cigarette in his mouth before slipping from your line of sight. Dabi’s got the key to the door, so it’s not like you can run away—especially with Keigo just outside. It’s too risky to try and you know it, but it does cross your mind. 

Summing up the courage, you decide to follow Dabi with measured steps, “What are you going to do with Toga?” 

When you face the kitchen, Dabi’s near the table where you threw your coat. He has a hand in one of your pockets, and he’s fishing for something inside. It jingles in his grip as he stuffs it into his own pocket. Your car keys. 

“Are you going to kill her?” you try again, a little irked he’s swiping your things left and right. He doesn’t release your coat either, laying it over the crook of his elbow.  

He draws a final inhale from the dying bud, and crosses to the sink to snuff it out. An exhale of smoke blows out from his lips, “Killing her seems like a favor, don’t you think?”

“I thought it was the other way around.”

He turns, flicking teal eyes sheening with energy at you, “That lunatic’s no longer your concern. Right now, you ought to be more worried about yourself.”

Your features go taut, which in turn makes Dabi’s sadistic smirk return.

 “I didn’t help her kill him.”

“No,” he agrees, taking a few strides around the blood to approach you,“but you were willing to stash the stiff.”

“Yeah, for this very reason. I didn’t want you coming after me!”

Dabi draws dangerously close, mere inches apart as he glances down with lidded eyes, the smell of tobacco perfumes from his shirt collar nestled under a violet tie. He crooks his index finger, embellished with a silver ring, ghosting it under your chin. “How’d that turn out for you, babydoll?”

With a ruthless smile, he breaks the fixed stare and rounds you to the hallway. He seems to be making his way towards the parlor again, but the swish of your peacoat in his arm, set you off.

How dare he? You don’t like how he’s walked inside, claiming what’s yours. You might have your life screwed over, but at the very least you want your coat back as some semblance of control.

You stalk after him, picking up pace to aim for his arm. The clacks of your heels are loud, but you currently couldn’t care less about being sneaky, “Give it fucking back. You’re not keeping that!”

You lunge for the black wool, but as your fingers brush the material on his left elbow, Dabi whips the coat, rotating arms. You’re not fast enough, but you try a second reach for his right arm, huffing out a growl at his stealthy reflexes.

“Dabi, I’m serious! You’re such a—”

In a twirling motion his newly free palm shoves at your shoulder, pinning you against the stairwell’s wall. He’s close, so close, the blue flames in his eyes are absurdly intense. 

“That makes two of us. You’ll get this back when I say so.” 

His voice is low, soft lips almost connecting to yours. You tilt your chin up, glaring at him with fearful, tentative eyes. His gaze flashes with mirth, and he huffs a small laugh at you.

“I’ve always liked this about you. That spark inside you.” He muses. The peacoat spills to the floor. Dabi lifts his slender fingers, pushing back a loose curl from your cheek. 

Your stomach flips, as shocks tickle your skin. There’s been subtle flirting between you two before. You just wrote it off as overthinking the moment. Even though he only called you, babydoll, and he sat next to you at gatherings. How he filled your glass with water instead of booze as the nights waned. Now, you feel foolish for denying the little signs. 

“You have a horrible way of showing girls you like ‘em,” you counter back, your voice’s quiet but leveled. 

“Yeah?” he asks. The arm holding your shoulder tightens, while the other lowers to collect your long skirt. He traces his knuckles on the soft flesh of your thigh. As his hand trails up, his eyes remain fixed on your facial features. “Maybe this will help.”

His slim fingers reach the cotton slip, and it’s easy to pull off to the side, exposing the lips of your warmth. He tests the waters, sweeping the tips of his fingers across your folds. Your mouth parts in a breathless hitch in your throat. Dabi parts his own lips drawing near, ‘til his lips touch yours but not quite pressing together yet. His pierced nose bumps yours.

“Now here’s what’s going to happen,” he starts, just before sinking two fingers between your folds, pumping deep and slow inside. “You’ll go upstairs and pack what you need. When you come down—”

He thrusts particularly hard into you, sending a gasping moan to fall from your open mouth. His voice remains calm, a hint of glee can be detected. Fucking bastard.

“—You’ll be leaving with me. You’ll work for me...Live with me…And you’ll do everything I say. You got it, babydoll?”

He adds a third finger, soaking his knuckles deep with your slick. He’s hitting the right spots, the perfectly deep pressure. Your attention turns hazy as wakes of pleasure tighten just below your stomach. Your hips buck against his thrusting hand, yet still, you manage to nod your head. 

Moans flutter from your lips and vibrate onto his smiling one. To heighten the pleasure he begins swirling your wet clit. “Ah, Dabi...Oh god, Dabi—”

He slows his fingers suddenly, which makes you cry out. He pretends to ignore it. “If you try to escape me...I will hunt you down and hurt you in ways that will marr that pretty skin of yours. I’ll make you scream so loud, and no one will be there to save you. Tell me you understand.”

He curls his knuckles, pressing into a rough spot at the top, pumping fiercely against your slippery, muscular walls. You cry out, squeezing at his shirt collar and coat. “Fuck—I understand, I understand! Baby, right there, ah!”

Dabi gives you no mercy. He tugs and twirls the bud of sensitive nerves, swirling with driven circles that clench your walls in wonderous pressure. You’re close, he’s so close to sending you in high bliss. Your moans get heavier, and your clenching more and more and—

He removes his fingers. Another cry of protest sobs from your mouth only to be swallowed by Dabi’s lips on yours. His tongue massages the moans from your breath, his scent of cigarettes and smoke immerse your senses as you drown in the kiss.

He slowly breaks apart with a wet sound, looking deeply in your lust-glossed eyes. His voice is low and arousingly husky. “Now get your things.”

Before you know it, Dabi pulls away from your shoulders, and turns for the parlor. You try catching your breath, watching his slim, muscular back...Did that happen? Did he rob you of everything? Your home, your life, your orgasm?

Eventually, with light steps you do as you’re told, and turn to climb up the stairs. What choice do you have? He has your life in the palm of his hand. And right before you make it to the top, your hand drawn on the railing, the spinning clicks of your house phone perk your ear.  

A long pause. Then finally, Dabi’s rich voice speaks up from the parlor,

“Hey, I’ll be needing a few guys at Togas...Yeah, we found him….Toga did him in pretty good...No, we’ll need the good bleach for cleanup.”

***

P.S, this might be a mini series 👀

[pattercakebakersman]

Time is a slippery devil

Today (March 10th) is the anniversary of Lemonhope part 2 airing for the first time and Lg3 making his debut as a character so happy birthday Lemongrab! I wanted to write something nice for his birthday so here we are :) I hope yous like it. ff.net link. word count: 4.5K MASSIVE THANK YOOOUUU TO @mikelokison for beta-reading for me!!! Your comments gave me SOOO much life! :)

Summary: Lemongrab 3 celebrates his birthday with LSP for the first time, and comes to appreciate the life he’s been given slightly more. Cw for character death (lg1 and 2), as well as the effects of trauma, and also for fatigue negatively affecting a character, plus some internalised ableism.   

"When's your birthday, Lemongrab?" 

Lemongrab looked over at where LSP was lying on the floor of his bedroom - she was reading a magazine while he was doing paperwork for the Lemon Earldom's first ever census. They normally did their own things when they hung out together. It was pleasant not to have to talk if he didn’t want to, or even look at her facial expressions, but he wasn’t sure how normal it was. She'd left her magazine open with her purple hand resting on a glossy page, and her other hand propping up her cheek. Her usually orange star was grey because she'd turned off her power to fly. 

"Pardon?" He asked.  

LSP made a face as she realised what she’d just asked of him and mentally kicked herself.  "Do you have a birthday?” she rephrased. “Like I guess it'd be complicated for you, but do you have one?"

Lemongrab crossed his arms with a hmm and leaned back in his chair. He was still holding the fountain pen he used for paperwork, and twirled it with his fingers as he spoke. "I had not given it much thought. I suppose I was never truly born so I cannot have aaaa birthday. My predecessors had birthdays, but not meee…" 

"What about the day you got brought back to life? I mean, it's basically a birthday. Also you can still celebrate their birthdays as your own, right?" 

"Nnngh no. The day of my activation is the same day that my predecessors died. I do not seeeee anything to celebrate,” Lemongrab said grimly. He didn’t like their anniversary. He was never sure how he should feel about it, and each year that he still couldn’t make up his mind about his emotions, another year had passed, and they were still gone, and the pain never went away. He was still waiting for it to get easier, but it didn’t. 

He normally went down to the cemetery to place some flowers on their graves - Lemongrab 2’s would be covered in lilies and lemon blossom by the lemon people, while he was the only one who put flowers on the first earl’s grave. Mainly because he felt sorry for his older brother. He’d created the lemon people so he wouldn’t be alone, and they’d all decided they didn’t love him anymore. Even if he deserved it after all he did, it was a cruel fate. His worst fear came true. The lemon people avoided him, the third earl, as well. He had few things in common with the first lemon person, but that seemed to be one of them.

“Besides I am not a particularly… noteworthy creature. I do not believe a birthday is necessary,” he added.

"Dude you're worth a ton of notes! But if you don't want to have a birthday then I get it. I just thought…” she trailed off, sounding almost sad, “Anyway, doesn't matter. Sorry. Hope your census stuff is going math." LSP turned her attention back to her magazine. 

Lemongrab was now intrigued. "Whyyyy did you inquire as to my birth?" 

"I dunno I don't wanna like- make it into a whole thing if you don't like birthdays." 

"Tell me."

She fiddled with one of the pages. "I just thought that you might like a birthday present or something," she said quietly. 

Lemongrab’s eyes widened and his pupils briefly narrowed. "Aaaaa present? For me?" 

"Yeah! Like… maybe you don't think you're a big deal but I think you're totally great and acceptable. So I thought maybe you’d like it if I got you something.” LSP slowly raked her claws through her hair, looking flustered. “But I get that it's difficult and I don't want to make you feel bad by like, bringing you a something-something when you're grieving. I understand if you just want to be left alone. I wanna be alone too sometimes," she said the last two sentences softly, gently in a way that sent a tingle down his spine. 

Lemongrab looked down at his paperwork and reread the first lines of the formal clauses to calm down his hammering heart. It always made him feel giddy when she worried about him. He still wasn’t used to someone thinking about his feelings (would he ever be used to it?) so each time she revealed how much she cared about him, it was overwhelming. "I-Iiiii see. Hm. I have never been the recipient of aaaa gift before…” he admitted awkwardly. “A present would beee acceptable. But do not force thineself!" he added quickly.  

"What sort of present would you like?" 

"O-oh. Hm. Let me seeeee… hm. I do not know. Nnngh… surprise meeee?" he said uncertainly. That was something people said about presents, right? He added his signature to another piece of paper, but could barely control the shape of the line as he wrote his name and drew a neat lemon. It was the same signature his predecessors had - no point changing it, he’d have to redo all his paperwork. He turned the sheet over and stopped, smiling to himself. His own birthday…

"My birthday is the 10th of March. This is the day I was reanimated," he told her. 

"Awwww you have a Spring birthday! I guess that fits your personality." 

"It does?" 

LSP nodded. "Yeah you're kind of curious about things and like, you're sensitive, you're nice- I dunno it just feels right I guess? Ha ha.” she coughed awkwardly. “I have an autumn birthday so that fits how I'm kind of moody and sullen." 

"I do not believe you are moody!" 

"Eh. Count yourself lucky you haven't seen me in a bad mood yet.” There was the papery sound of her leafing through her magazine, looking for something. “Also apparently you're a pisces - that's the fish constellation."

Lemongrab smiled, "I like fishing!" 

"I'm a Libra, which is the scales. I was born mid-October, so I narrowly missed being a Scorpio. But I think it still rubbed off on me. Lol. I don't really believe in that stuff though," LSP said as she checked to make sure their signs were romantically compatible in her magazine. They were. Lemongrab made a hmm noise and the soft scratch of his pen resumed. She liked listening to him writing, or turning pages as he was reading while she did her own stuff. She liked that they could hang out without looking at or talking to each other, but she wasn’t sure how normal it was to enjoy it as much as she did. 

She worried a lot about stuff like that: she didn’t want to mess up. She’d messed up with people she liked before in the past, very badly, and she was determined to be better. But being better was hard. At the time when she’d gotten easily upset over every little thing and lashed out at people, and lied about living in the woods until she couldn’t hide it anymore, or when she’d stood people up that she really, really wanted to be close to just because it was easier to leave than to slowly watch them drift away from her like all her friends in Lumpy Space had - she’d thought it was all fine to do that. She’d been so sure. How could she trust herself to know that what she was doing now was the right thing? And Lemongrab was a strong person - much stronger than he’d ever give himself credit for, but he was also so, so very fragile and he didn’t even realise. 

LSP nervously stroked her fingers through her fur again. "Are you sure about me getting you something for your birthday though? I don't wanna do anything uhh, unacceptable. I don’t wanna overstep if you're gonna be like, mourning and sad all day…" 

"That is precisely why I would appreciate a present from you." 

"Oh. Okay." LSP turned back to her magazine but the words were unreadable. It always made her feel giddy inside when she realised how much she meant to him. 

-

Lemongrab had set up his cane seat in the cemetery grass. It was waving in the breeze around his ankles, with a few flowers dotted through the green around the three graves. They read Lemonblombo, and then the same name twice. As he’d expected, Lemonblombo and Lemongrab 2 had been buried in flowers as lemon people came in and out of the cemetery to pour their grief onto the stones. Some of them placed lilies, others roses, and most of them dropped lemon blossoms. Lemonlamb and Ploptop both came up to him to hug his legs when they visited, and he patted both of them on the head. Maybe some of the Lemon People did like him after all? In the corner of his eye he could see the grave laid out in the darkest tree shade, with no flowers anywhere near it. 

He tapped his fingers on the underside of his seat and looked down at the mourning display. White lilies, blue forget me nots and white roses, with a few dark red ones thrown in. A dark red rose meant enduring, undying love for the departed. An oriental lily meant eternal life. A life that carried on being lived after death. A soul not allowed to rest, but forced to go on alone. But at least he got to go on… 

“It is myyyy…. Birthday today.” The word tasted foreign on his tongue, like he’d taken a bite out of a cake meant for someone else. That same stale taste of guilt, no matter what you’d eaten. The grave he addressed didn’t say anything. But that was to be expected. He didn’t know why he’d even said that. 

There was nothing else to do in the cemetery, and he was beginning to grow tired. Some days the fatigue was better, other days it was worse and he felt overwhelmed by lethargy. It seemed today was one of those days- he felt exhausted though all he'd done was sit in the cemetery for a while. It wasn’t shaping up to be much of a birthday. 

Lemongrab shakily got to his feet, picked up one of the dark, brooding roses and tossed it on the first earl’s grave before leaving. Just because he still loved his brother didn’t mean he had to like it, and it didn’t mean he’d ever forgive him for anything. But if it was him buried, he would want flowers, gifts… 

Lemongrab hadn’t actually given LSP a time to show up. Maybe she was waiting for him right now? The thought made the corner of his mouth twitch. He’d felt empty all day but the thought of seeing her made his heart prickle with feeling again. He realised he'd been mistaken when he said no one had ever given him a gift before. LSP had given him a parting gift once… 

“Oh my glob… is she going to kiss me again?” He’d asked her to surprise him. And he got the exciting, tingling feeling that she was going to do just that. “It would be nice if I got given another kiss. Oh goodness. What am I thinking? Maybe she will just get me a pair of socks. Shameful thoughts- my predecessors are dead yet I am preoccupied with courtship. Unacceptable.” But as unacceptable as it might be, Lemongrab kept guessing what his gift was going to be. 

Back up in his room, he leant his cane seat by his desk and rang the servant bell. 

“Squire,” he addressed the lemon subject who scampered into the room. “Has anybodyyyy visited three castle since my absence?”

“No, my lord.”

“Oh. I see. Yes. Yes, of course. Mmmm you may go, BUT-” the lemon subject turned and looked at him over its shoulder, “call for meee if you seee… anybody purple.” The subject looked confused and left. 

Lemongrab sat on his bed. Now that he took a moment to notice it, his body felt heavy. Like he was full of lead, or weighed down by the chains Lemongrab 1 had kept in the dungeon. Unacceptable behaviour from his body. Didn’t it know it was supposed to be his birthday? Of course not. It didn’t mean to hurt him, it just did. 

He changed into his pajamas and lay under his bedcover, his eyes closed. Sleep didn’t come for him anymore the way it once had. He used to be able to sleep in the afternoon, but now he couldn’t sleep even at night. No matter how tired he was, or how much he wanted to escape into the nice dreams he sometimes had. Where nobody was dead, and they were all together again in a way that wasn’t a stitched together mess.  

He was jolted from his misery by something tapping on the glass of his small window. 

“Nnngh WHAT?” he called. He sat up slowly and swivelled around to see who’d distrubed him. LSP was floating at his window, waving at him. “Oh my glob!”

It had slipped his mind that she was going to visit him. He hobbled over to the window and fumbled with the clasp. She floated in like an awkwardly smiling, huge balloon and sat on his bed. She was holding a wrapped present (though it was mainly strips of wrapping paper cellotaped together, it seemed) and a flower bouquet. 

She’d clearly combed her purple fur and put some hair clips in. Her eyelids were a pinker purple than the rest of her face, and her lips were shiny and glossy. Lemongrab realised he was in his pajamas and bowed stiffly at her. 

“Pleeease most gaciouslyyyy forgive me for myy, ahem, unacceptable attire. I was… abed. The tiredness- I apologise.”

She waved her hand dismissively, and he realised she’d painted her claws a lovely, pretty pink colour. “It’s fine. I think you look sort of cute in your pajamas.” 

“O-oh… I see…” Standing up was starting to make him feel dizzy, so he crawled back into his bed. Her weight pressing down on the mattress meant he slid down towards her ever so slightly. “I am sorry for myyy improper conduct. You see… I am fatigued due to myyyy condition…”

“Hey it’s okay! You told me ages ago.” He had? He really was becoming forgetful. “It's fine. Whatever makes you comfortable.” 

“It is a breach of conduct… You are a princess…. Iiii am an earl,” he fretted. 

“Yeah but it’s your Earldom, under your jurisdiction. So it’s fine because you’re in charge over here. Plus I come from another dimension where we don’t have any formality rules anyway, so since I’m a foreign dignitary you have to respect my customs or whatever. Plus you’re my boyfriend so it doesn’t even matter. And it’s your birthday.” LSP smiled at him and extended the flowers. 

Lemongrab took the bouquet from her, trying not to smile too hard. The flowers were shaped like upturned tear drops and each had a speckle of orange nestled inside. Crocuses, purple and yellow. He’d seen a few white ones blooming in the fields when he went out on his camel, and more blossoming in the cemetery, but he hadn’t taken notice of them. Spring had come without him even noticing. He thought about what LSP said about how it fitted him to have a Spring birthday. 

There was something about the earth coming to life again after the cold dead winter, and the sun starting to shine a little more bravely each day that he felt connected to. But it was hard to keep going on like that. Recovery wasn’t linear, and even though the Earldom was prospering and he’d never been happier, he was still so tired all the time. And so weak, and so sad. How did the saying go? March comes in like a lion, and leaves like a lamb. One day so strong the next so weak. He supposed it was something like that. 

“They are nice. Thank you,” he said eventually, and rang his bell so the lemon squire could put them in some water, and set them on his desk. LSP grinned to herself. 

She pushed the gift towards him. “Open it.” 

“Aaaa command?”

“Nah. But y’know, it’s for you so…” Lemongrab took the wrapped present gingerly. It was much lighter than its size would suggest, and softer too. Lemongrab tried to peel the wrapping paper off without tearing it, but the huge amount of cellotape made that impossible. He made frustrated noises and ended up ripping it off to reveal-

“Aaa…” Lemongrab picked up the curious object and held it up to examine it. “Toy?” 

“It’s a shark!” LSP said quickly. “I learned how to sew so I could fix my own clothes and my sleeping bag and stuff when I lived in the woods, so I thought I’d try and sew a plushie for you. And you said you like fish and I thought that sharks sorta have teeth like you, plus there’s a species called a lemon shark!” LSP rambled on and then asked desperately, “D-Do you like it?” 

Lemongrab looked into the lemon shark’s face. It had two black button eyes, and an open mouth full of sharp felt teeth. He ran his tongue over the back of his own fangs as he turned it over, noticing that she’d sewn gills on - he did like sharks, so the attention to detail made him happy. “Hm! I do!” Lemongrab hugged his new doll and stroked his hand down it. Real sharks had sharp dermal scales on their skin, but he liked that this one was soft. 

“It will not break if I drop it. What a lucky lemon I am.” Lemongrab set his shark down next to him, so it’s head was resting on the pillow. “Hm! Thank youuu princess. I was not expecting toys…” 

“Oh my glob do you not like dolls anymore?” LSP panicked. “I thought you said-”

“I dooo! I dooo! I simply, hm. It is a rather frivolous and- and silly past-time. I am after all aaaan adult. Not to mention a government official…” He scratched at his cheek, feeling slightly embarrassed.  

“I think you can still like dolls and toys as an adult,” LSP said, “I mean… I like plushies and furbies and stuff. They’re really cute, and they just make me feel nice, y’know?” 

“Yes. Iii also feel nice, because of myyyy shark. Hm!” Lemongrab patted his shark like a pet. “Iiii shall name him LSP.”

LSP looked flustered. “W-what after me?”

“It stands for Little Shark Playmate,” he explained. “But also… it is named after you I suppose. Thank you. I shall cherish my new boy.” Lemongrab smiled at her and she smiled back. It was early evening outside, so the hazy, fading sunlight glinted off her star prettily and her fur was speckled with shine. She looked soft, and glossy, and so pretty. His hand twitched as he thought about stroking her, but then thought better of it.

Lemongrab looked down at his hands to avoid looking at her any longer. No matter how many times he saw them, they never quite looked like his. He had one hand from each predecessor. His left hand had silvery stretch marks around his fingers and wrist, with a sewed on thumb. Lemongrab 1’s claws were sheathed inside each of his fingertips, and he had to be careful with them. The second Earl was made in a hurry in a pantry, so he didn’t have some of the less necessary lemon features - so no claws. His teeth had been blunter too. His hand had lost each of its fingers in the explosion, so Lemongrab's right hand looked like it was wearing five strange rings with red stitches instead of jewels. 

He pushed his hands under the covers to hide them. While it was obvious even without knowing anything about Lumpy People and their beauty standards that LSP was very beautiful, it was equally obvious that he was the ugliest candy person to ever exist, even without being told this was the case. He often wondered exactly what she saw in him. It was easy to make a list of all the reasons someone might hate him, but like him? Love him? Bring him flowers and gifts and sit with him, comfort him? It was unusual. It was unexpected. It felt almost unreal. 

LSP took one of his forearms in each hand, and he realised he must have been silent for a long time. She seemed concerned. Her black eyes were shiny with worry, and he liked it when she looked at him like that. Like he needed to be looked after. “Do you want to talk about it?”

By it she meant the three graves buried under the lemon trees. He felt quite ashamed that actually, on the anniversary of the death of the only family he’d never had, he’d been worrying about whether she found him attractive enough, of all things. It was a frivolous concern. He’d never told anyone about these feelings, because vanity was ridiculous. And also because he hadn’t felt like he could talk about it, or had anyone who would listen. That meant he hadn’t realised that it did matter to him that he didn’t feel worthy of love, or that this was an important thing to tell the person he loved. 

Sometimes he would randomly remember his mother standing in a stone mirror in the place of his forlorn reflection, smiling at him. Come Earl of Lemongrab, let us enjoy the game of catch. I am eager to relate to you. But it wasn’t her voice coming out of her mouth. It was his way of speaking, his strange, formal, awkward way of addressing people. It hadn’t been real. It had just been his reflection. But when he remembered it, it was like a cold, clammy, corpse-like feeling came over him, because she would never say anything like that to him in real life. Because she didn’t love him, and that was what was real.  

“LSP…” 

“Yeah?” 

At other times he would remember when it was real. The sound of bird wings and the distant smell of smoke. The war was right next to them but for the moment, things were quiet. They were going to die, but they were alive then. And they were together. Oh tender lad, I give you the parting gift of my lips. That was his way of speaking, but it wasn’t stiff and formal, coming from her it was like poetry. His heart had been practically banging against his armour. The adrenaline and the fear of dying, and the danger, and her hands touching him without flinching from how disgusting he was had all felt dreamlike. It had been like a dream. A dream come true. She’d kissed him, but it hadn’t been a dream. It had been real. He kept reminding himself that this - all of it, was real. She did love him. She did. 

But it was one thing to love an earl in shining armour, and another thing to love a grieving, fatigued, neurotic mess who still played with dolls and was hanging on to life by one red thread.  

“Even though I am… not a knight, or a hero,” he began sadly, bending his head over so she couldn’t see his face, “or aaaa prince, or even someone who has a place among theee living. And I am lemoncholy, not to mention I have aaaaa difficult personality. And I look weird.” he glanced up at her, pleading, “But despite all this- am Iiii still your tender lad?” 

LSP’s hands moved up his arms and around his torso. She was warm and the fur against his face was soft. “Of course you're still my tender lad! My dearest chuck. My fine fellow. My glory of the morning and my- Is that too much?” 

“Oh no not at all!” Lemongrab did an anxious dance over her back with his hands as he tried to figure out where to put them. “Anyone would like hearing such sweet things. No one has ever made me feel so okay inside as you do.” He finally rested his hands on the back of her top lumpy, stroking the curl of fur under his right thumb slowly.  

“I like you too, Lemongrab. Happy birthday.” she pulled back and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a clear smear of lipgloss behind. He let out a short scream, because a lemon cared by yelling. And he cared. He really did. 

Lemongrab’s mouth split into a sharp toothed grin, and his pupils narrowed into two thin slits. That meant he was happy. She’d always loved how expressive he was. But all this was probably tiring him out and he'd already been exhausted when she came in. 

“You should probably go to sleep now, yeah?” LSP said pleasantly. 

He nodded and looked like he was trying to muster up the courage to say something. “Princess… if you are tooo leave…” he fidgeted under his bedcover and moved his hand to rest on her arm, “may I offer you aaaa parting gift?” 

“Yeah?” 

“The- the parting gift of myyyy…” Lemongrab paused before mumbling; “sour kiss…” 

LSP looked surprised and then she nodded, blushing. “I accept.” 

Lemongrab leaned forward. He’d never actually initiated a kiss before, so he was scared he wouldn’t do it properly. But once she kissed him back, and let go of him to put her hands on his face so she could hold him there the fear all melted away like it had never mattered. He still wasn’t sure what to do with his hands but she didn’t seem to notice. When they pulled away he leaned his forehead against hers and nuzzled her gently. 

He realised how tired he really was. The realisation had been creeping up on him, and now that he felt safer than he’d ever felt in his life, he wanted to rest. LSP pulled the covers up over him when he lay back down, pulling his soft toy close to him. He flopped one arm on top of the blanket, so she could hold his hand. 

“Goodnight dearheart,” she said to him. 

“Good night, Princess,” he closed his eyes and gave her hand a final squeeze, “My Princess…” 

The thing about the seasons was that they were always shifting. Winter started on a different day each year, due to the tilt of the Earth’s axis and old pre-Mushroom war calendars. Spring normally started in March, sometimes on the 20th, sometimes on the 1st, sometimes it would even start on his birthday. But until then, Spring and Winter could share. 

The hands may have belonged to other people, but the sensations were all his.

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

KNY Pillars and Their Love Languages

Just thought this would be a cute thing to write so here you go! Hope you enjoy :)

My requests are open at the moment so go ahead and read my rules and request some stuff! ♡

Spoiler Free!

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Giyuu: words of affirmation, gift giving, acts of service

He’d be very shy at first but I feel like the longer he spends time with you, the more comfortable he gets and starts showering you with lots of lovely words. He’d struggle saying “I love you” I think, but I feel with time, he’d being able to tell you how beautiful you are everyday. He’d also say you’re very important to him and how he never wants to lose you or leave your side. And that’s his way of saying “I love you” instead.

He’d definitely start out with lots of gifts and acts of service since they didn’t involve words and touch. Give him some time, he’ll open up and you won’t regret it :)

He’d definitely buy you things he sees on his missions that remind him of you and buy you a lot of pretty things as well. I can see him getting you quiet a bit of clothing and jewelry/accessories and stuff because he’d just imagine you in them and blush so much that he’d just have to get them to see you in it

Shinobu: acts of service, words of affirmation

She’d definitely act very caring and motherly so she’d do lots of acts of service for you. She’d make you food, tidy up a lot, do chores when you’re feeling a bit lazy that day, and she’d probably open up more and start showing lots of physical touch

I feel her words of affirmation would be a lot of encouragement. She’d always remind you how amazing you are, how great you did that day and how proud she is of you. She’d also probably tease you a lot but in a very endearing way lolol

Mitsuri: physical touch, words of affirmation, gift giving

My lady, the LOVE pillar!! She’d drown you in so much love! She’d hug you, kiss you, touch you and hold you in anyway she can whenever and wherever! You will not be able to escape her grasp. She’d definitely hype you up a lot and give you so many loving nicknames. She’d cook for you a lot and buy you so many things

“I saw this when I was on a mission and it reminded me so much of you I just had to get it!! I love you!!!”

“Look at this really cute kimono I found!! You’d lot so cute in it, my love! Get in it now! I have to seeeee!!!”

You will definitely feel very loved in a relationship with Mitsuri

Obanai: gift giving, words of affirmation

He’d be very shy and start off with buying you a lot of things lol. He’d be like Mitsuri and buy you things when he’s out and about and something catches his eye that reminds him of you. He’d also get you stuff he thinks you’d look nice in. Most of the gifts he gets you he probably went out seeking, already having something in mind of what it is. Once you guys get more comfortable around each other, he’d definitely start showering you more in words of affirmation. He’d probably never call you by your name and only by endearing nicknames once you reach that point with him

“Here... take this...” as he looks away blushing. “Oh, Obanai! It’s beautiful... thank you so much~!” You’d take his gift and give him a peck on the cheek. His face would be so red and he’d be so flustered he’d have to walk away to cool down lolol

Kyojuro: acts of service, words of affirmation

I feel that Kyo would definitely do lots of acts of service to show you that he’s very reliable and that you can always depend on him. He wants to make sure that you know that he will always be there for you. He’d most definitely have so many nicknames for you and constantly tell you that he loves you. He’d always comment on how stunning you look everyday and brag so much about how proud and in love he is with you. He’d also be pretty touchy but I feel that he likes giving out acts of service and words of affirmation better. He’d definitely be touchy if you tell him to and would love receiving it from you as well.

“Haha! My beautiful Y/N! They looked absolutely stunning today!! Absolutely ravenous! Spectacular!! HAHA!!”

You’d blush and hide your face from embarrassment in his chest as he continues to boast and beam about you to the other pillars. The others have heard enough of his constant bragging. They get it. He loves you!!

Sanemi: acts of service, gift giving

This man is going to be so shy and tsundere omg. He’d get you gifts that he thinks would make you look pretty like hair pins/ties, cute kimonos, nice shoes, jewelry, you name it. He’d also most definitely do so much acts of service.

“Hmm... I meant to do the dishes today but I’m too lazy to get up right now...”

“Stay there, I’ll do it.”

“Nemi! You don’t have to-“

“I’m doing the dishes!!”

Man would be blushing so much around you aaaahhhh! If you’re patient with him, he’ll definitely open up a lot more and start being real touchy and probably not let you go at one point

If he’s every away for a long time, hooooo boyy he’s gonna come back and lock onto you like a koala and not let go for a long time. He might fuck around and get a lil sappy and tell you he loves you so much and that he never wants to lose you and would do anything to keep you his forever and ever

Muichiro: gift giving, physical touch

Feel like little Mui would look really spaced out when he’s out on mission and stuff then a random item he sees that reminds him of you will snap him back to reality so fast and he’d buy it and be really excited to give it you when he’s finally back home. I can also see him being really happy holding your hand or any other kind of subtle holding/touch to remind him that your his special person.

He’d be so happy holding your hand around the other pillars and just think to himself “hell yeah, I’m holding Y/N’s hand! They’re mine and only mine”

He believes he was born to be happy and strives to find and keep this happiness. You are definitely his happiness and will hold on to you so damn much

Himejima: physical touch, words of affirmation

I can imagine him hugging the heck out of you. He’s a giant teddy bear! You’d be smothered by hugs, cuddles and kisses. I feel like because he’s blind, holding you makes me feel so much more calm and happy. Because then he knows that you’re right there and not leaving his side. He’d also definitely tell you he loves you everyday. There won’t be a day where he doesn’t get you all sappy and spill his heart out to you

He’d probably wanna be the small spoon sometimes and it’d probably be a bit awkard if you’re smaller than him but you’d both just melt into it and fall alseep like that.

Being with Himejima is a guarantee of endless hugs, cuddles, kisses, hand holding, koala hugs, etc etc

Also, I feel like if you wiped away his tears after he got emotional over something, it’d melt him into a puddle and he’d be absolute putty in your hands akfozkaokcie hold the maaannnn

Uzui: words of affirmation, physical touch

Uzui would definitely tell you how special you are to him and how much he loves you. He’d always call you and his other wives his top priorities and that nothing will come in the way of you five. He’d also hold, hug and kiss you a lot. He has a lot of partners so I feel like he’d have a lot of love to give out. I also can see him feeling guilty for not seeing you and his wives a lot since he’s away on mission and will definitely come back home with lots of gifts for the four of you. And he’d probably go all out and get all the flamboyant, expensive and shiny stuff too.

“I’m so sorry I’ve been away for so long my lovelies. As an apology I have flamboyantly bought you these extravagant gifts!”

After all the gift exchanges and sappiness he’s definitely gonna spend a lot of quality time with each of you and make sure you’ve gotten your love and affection meter filled to the max

[tsukidrama]

I don't know if you're still taking requests but I'm gonna take my shot.

Can you make one about how Mr Leohart got called papa by the reader and/or Papa calling the reader "my kid"?

Thank you

MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE THING IS WHEN PEOPLE TAP INTO SOMETHING THAT I'VE BEEN BUILDING UP TO

at first i was sitting on this ask because something VERY similar actually happens in TRNT chapter 9 and i was like OH THEY'LL HAVE TO WAIT AND SEEEEE! but then i kept thinking about this ask and it made me so emotional so now i've changed my mind. as a lil treat and also as proof of life that i'm still working on the fic here's a sneak preview of Basically That:

(in the spirit of not spoiling plot i am taking out sentences that give the scene context mwahaha) i promise the final draft will be 200% more coherent and not vague

“Come here, please,” Papa asks, looking at you sadly.

You’re completely overwhelmed by emotion, and you can’t help but fling your arms around him as you fall to your knees. It throws him a little bit off-kilter, but you have enough balance to keep all three of you upright. 

“I’m sorry…” you whisper. You don’t know what else to say, really. It occurs to your later that you could’ve thanked him, but when he’s crying the way he is you feel paralyzed. 

To your surprise, he turns around and tells you: “I’m sorry to you, too.” 

It catches you off guard. “Why?” you ask, and pull back so that you can see his face. 

Papa shakes his head. “This is affecting you now, too. I wish I could take away the pain for you both.” 

Your lower lip trembles as once again you feel doubt creeping into the back of your mind. This isn't your family, not really. You’re still the outsider. “You really don’t owe me anything.” 

He rolls his eyes. Not maliciously, but because his arms are still in use. “It’s not about that. It’s my job to take care of you whether you think you need me or not. That’s what fathers do for their children, and the world has decided to bring me another daughter.”

A beat of silence passes. Tears start to form in your eyes as you realize the full weight of those words. Should you hug him again? Should you tell him what he means to you, too? It takes a moment for your brain to catch up.

“I love you too, you know,” he adds. It’s tacked on the end as if it’s a side thought. Like it’s not one of the most impactful things that an adult has ever said to you.  

A million emotions hit you at once. Despite the fact that you’re physically holding everyone up, you collapse. You can’t help it. Between what you’d witnessed and what he’d just said, you’re overwhelmed.  

Papa’s hand on your back draws you back into the moment. He doesn’t let go of Annie, but he shifts most of her weight into one of his arms so that he can put the other around your shoulders. You’re conscious of his limitations as you lean into the group huddle, holding all of your own weight on your knees. 

You take the opportunity to try and center yourself again, to calm some of your less rational emotions. 

[stray-kids-react]

Making jewelry with them

Masterlist

@mariafeh

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Bang Chan

° Walked through your apartment doors, arms filled but buckets of string and many different assortments of beads.

"The craft store had a sale on."

° Makes you a bracelet with a cute wolf charm in the middle, just so you have one more thing to remind you of him.

° Ends up staring at you rather then finishing his bracelets, loving your focused pout and giddy behavior when you finish one.

° You kept working on this bracelet secretly, not wanting him to ruin the sickly sweet surprise you had prepared for him.

"Baby I want to seeeee~"

° When you finally finished the bracelet, you still kept it behind your back. Asking him to close and cover his eyes, walking behind him just in case he decided to peek.

° You placed the black and white bracelet on his opened palm, the letters arranged to say 'Forever'.

° He loved the colors and how much thought you out into it, but wondered why you put forever on it out of all things.

° That is until you raised your wrist to reveal the letters spelling 'Together'.

"Aw, baby~ you're too cute. C'mere I want to kiss your face."

Lee Know

° You were both bored, wanting to do something cute and simple without having to go out into the cold weather.

"Let's make bracelets."

° You knew he secretly just wanted to make bracelets with the cat's names on it. But you didn't mind, you loved the cats too.

° You began to head Minho giggle to himself as he assembled another bracelet. He hid it behind his arms, still chuckling.

° Once he finally finished, he cupped it in his hands and asked for your attention. A smug smirk stretched across his soft lips.

"I hope you *chuckle* like it."

° The cool beads fitted into your palm perfectly, you looked down to see the start of a word. My Second Love, you soon realized the meaning of the bracelet.

° You pouted cutely as the cats came first once again, but you could stay mad at him for being an adorable cat father.

° Minho kissed your pout away, leaning closer and closer until you pushed onto the floor of your apartment.

° His smug smirk returned once again, this time much more apparent and sly.

"Don't pout and expect no kisses, your still my sweet lil kitten."

Changbin

° Changbin knew that the fast few weeks have been hard on you, due to the lack of time spent with him.

"Sweetheart, want to hang out?"

° The way your eyes lit up with extreme amounts of joy, melted and broke his heart at the same time.

° He loved hanging out with you, swooning over your small habits and quirks. But he felt bad for not doing it more often.

° You stuck your tongue out for the tenth time as you tried to tie the bracelet together, failing once more to your disappointment.

"Here let me help you."

° You both never realized how close you were until he looked up at you, his hot breath fanning across your skin. Before you could even say a word, his lips were on yours.

° This kiss wasn't usual from Changbin, it was very cautious as if you were going to break. He only did this when apologizing.

° You knew something was eating him up inside, just by the glossy layer on his eyes. He looked on the edge of tears.

° Changbin didn't have to explain, you just held him close, knowing he needed it.

"I'm so sorry, I really don't deserve you sometimes. I love you y/n."

Hyunjin

° You were having a tough day, being miles away from your family. And not being able to visit them due to the risk of the virus.

"Why don't we send them something?"

° Hyunjin was your positivity throughout these tough times, encouraging you to keep moving forward with him.

° He placed the buckets of beads from art projects that never happened, and handed you the different colors of string.

° Hyunjin played your favorite movie on for background noise, sometimes getting lost in the scenes and dropping his bracelets.

"You look so cute when you're focused."

° His messy ponytail lost small strands of hair that kept blocking his vision. He constantly shook his hair away, making you giggle at the annoyed scoffs he made.

° As he finally finished his bracelet, he gently tugged at the sleeve of your sweater. Asking to place it across your wrist.

° You smiled gently as the mint green and brown beads spelled out 'My Home'. His lips landing gently across your head.

"Well get through this together, I'm just glad we have each other during this."

Han

° After winning an award for Back Door, you wanted to give them something as a congratulations gift.

"Pumpkin, what are you up to? ~"

° You showed off the five bracelets you've already finished, each holding a different symbol and different color patterns.

° Jisung's face beamed only pure joy, seeing your criss crossed on the floor as you focused on congratulating them.

° He knew that none of them asked you to make these and your company was far enough, but that made it even sweeter.

"I swear you are the cutest person on earth."

° He didn't tell any of the members, knowing they'd melt just as much as he did. Especially Felix and Jeongin, since they were already quite close to you.

° For the rest of the night, Jisung ordered your favorite take out and helped you finish your adorable project.

° The next day, sent his heart into a frenzy as you shyly passed them to each member. Hoping they like the gifts.

"This is why I love you, you're just so damn cute and it ruins me."

Felix

° You and Felix were known to always do cute activities like this, even fitting in time during his busy schedules.

"Let's make some cute bracelets."

° His hair was messy from the recent dance practice, clearly tired from his hard work. Yet he still insisted to spend time with you.

° You worried that he felt the pressure of having to spend time with you, even though you reassure him that you don't mind.

° After the long silence as he concentrated on a pastel based bracelet for you, you confronted him on your concerns.

"Spending time with you calms me down."

° The beaming grin with his sweet tone, melted away all of your concerns. Giggling like one of his many admirers as he fluffed your hair playfully.

° After around bracelet 4 he began to get increasingly tired, crawling his way to your lap. Burrowing his way into your grip.

° You both just lied there quietly, playing with his hair as he places small kisses to your shoulder blade.

"Thank you for calming me down love, I truly owe you for always being so amazing."

Seungmin

° You were currently in quarantine after your landing to south Korea, only having the virtual company of your boyfriend.

"Only two more days til I can see you again."

° You laid on the carpet of your hotel room, creating a bracelet for him when you see him face to face finally.

° Seungmin ranted to you about how much he misses his fans, thanking you for making his days brighter and more pleasant.

° His messy bed head and cute glasses always sent you heart into a frenzy, wishing you were there to play with his fluffy locks.

"Is that bracelet for me darling?"

° You quickly hid the cute gift behind your back, chuckling softly as you tried to tease him on his "secret" gift from you. Seungmin laughing with you, as you failed to hide it.

° As the laughing quieted down, both of you smiled sadly. Never knowing how long two days could truly feel when waiting.

° He could see the sad look in your eyes, and wished he could just kiss all of it all better. But the only thing he could do was talk.

"Don't worry darling, the days will go by in no time. And we'll cuddle non stop."

Jeongin

° You were spending quality time with your boyfriend and your best friends, all of which happened to be in Stray Kids.

"Y/n made us some cute bracelets!"

° The excited shimmer in his eyes made all of you feel just a bit happier, his energy always contagious to anyone.

° Throughout the bucket of handmade bracelets, he searched to find the one you specifically made for him.

° An adorable confused pout when he couldn't find it, knowing you were hiding it due to the shy smirk on your lips.

"I know you too well baby, hand it over. ~"

° You reveled a beautiful bracelet, with a shining ring in the middle of it. Which happened to be detachable. The admiration that filled his eyes, made you shiver.

° He knew it was a promise ring, and loved how you took so much effort to make something for him. It swelled his heart.

° Before you could explain the meaning of anything at all, Jeongin molded his lips against yours. The members going wild.

"You're so thoughtful and caring, I'll cherish this forever my adorable y/n."

[fallenrepublick]

Ok but. Imagine Thrass is in some sort of triangle and he looses, as tends to happen, but the lover in the triangle isn’t you. You’re on the side, totally uninvolved, until you notice the fight winding down and Thrass loosing. You like him. He’s grumpy but also clearly loved his partner and you think they’re a fool for leaving. So you snap up the opportunity and love Thrass the way he was meant to be, no risk of any triangles here just pure Addams Family style adoration

OHHHH

So you saaave him from the pain IIIIIII seeeee

But how nice would that be? When you first get involved, he's still sad, standoffish, unwilling to tell you anything. Why would you want to know? He's perfectly capable of handling himself.

Well... that's what he wants everyone else to believe at least, and that includes you. And yet... you're so persistent to hear his troubles that he gives in. Only once, he says to both you and himself. Surely, you'll grow tired of his troubles and want to move on with your own life.

But you don't. You stay, and you help, and you speak almost angrily about how he has so much to offer, that anyone who would leave him is a fool for even considering turning away from such a thing. And for most of this time, he fully believes that you're lying.

There come times, though, beyond the days when he's stopped silently crying over what he's lost, when he no longer feels as though he's lost anything at all, when he finds true happiness in your presence. There are days when you laugh, and you smile, and everything seems truly right at your side, that perhaps he begins to see what is happening. All of the nights you've spent at his house under his ridiculous blankets and pillows insulting the entire world, laying under the window on the ceiling, watching as the moon passes overhead, it all culminates into something he's desperately wants, a person he now desperately wants.

But... it scares him. You're his friend, he tells himself, still just dense enough to not see your own underlying feelings that are honestly clear to everyone else. If he were ever to act on these feelings, on the fact that he is only now seeing the difference between infatuation and real love, he very well may ruin the only good thing he has left. He isn't good enough for you, that much he knows fully and without question. But acting normal now, after this realisation, is more difficult than he had anticipated.

By now, you know him. You see the thoughts swirling in his head, the troubled look on his face, and when you take his hand in yours, his eyes widen just enough to confirm what you suspected.

For a moment, there's silence, the both of you prepared to say the very things in your mind, mouths only barely keeping in each word that sits on your tongue. And finally,

"I love you," you say... as does he. The words overlap almost perfectly, and after a small bit of shock, laughter follows, as does his careful touch at your cheek.

"You do..." he says in sheer disbelief, a tilt in his head as he watches your relieved smile. "After all this..."

"I have," you nod, "for so long."

His smile widens, his face so close to yours as your noses barely brush. "I wasted so much time." You feel his thumbs move ever so slightly on your cheek, adoring each touch, the warmth of yours skin. "Never again... I'm never taking you for granted, I never will."

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 107 prt 1

107

“Careful! You’ve only just got out of hospital this morning”

Lance rolled his eyes at Keith. He totally hadn’t noticed that at all. He totally hadn’t enjoyed standing in the sun, and feeling the cold wind across his. After a week of tests and monitoring, Lance was sooooo not in a rush to go back to that room again

“I’m fine”

“Here, Let’s get you to the sofa. You should be resting”

Keith looped his arm around his waist as if he thought Lance as some kind of wounded soldier and not 5 weeks pregnant. He was doing so much better for having rested and seen his friends.

They went the half truth. A lie that weighed heavily. Pidge and Hunk had come up with Rieva to see him. Hunk in tears that his best bud had had an accident, Pidge having some not so nice words for not letting them come see him sooner. The first three days all he’d pretty much done was sleep. When Mami came, Keith gave up his position beside him in bed, Lance falling asleep against his mother. When he’d woken again, his Mami was talking to Keith about how he’d been as a child. It was embarrassing. His Mami had come to see him three times, thanks to Coran and Shiro picking her up and dropping her off. Krolia had come by to check on him when he’d sent Keith off to find a decent cup of coffee before VOLTRON wound up burnt to the ground. His friends had come twice. Matt was in tears as he apologised, his, and Rieva’s, scents making Lance’s stomach roll, yet he got to thank both of them which made up for the discomfort. Lance knew he couldn’t put off telling his mother, but Coran wanted to do another ultrasound the following week. Provided things were still okayish, he planned to tell her then. Making her worry needlessly over something they couldn’t control... he didn’t want that, but it was hard not to blurt everything out because she was... she was his guiding light.

Forced to sit on the sofa, Lance patted Kosmo as he climbed into his lap. Keith pulling him off him

“Babe, you’ve got to be careful. You can’t let him climb on you like that”

“Coran wouldn’t have let me out if it wasn’t alright. I feel better. I’m doing better”

They were keeping the baby, but not telling anyone for the time being. He was too tired to tell his Mami, and honestly was avoiding the conversation for now until it’d sunk in

“You still need to take it easy”

“I am. I don’t know how much easier I can take things”

Keith argued that he should take time off work. Lance disagreed. Keith was cranky. Lance stressed. Shiro stepping in to gently pursued Keith that as long as Lance was at VOLTRON he was getting the best care he could. Keith had work throughout the day, suiting Lance fine as it meant cuddles at the end of it. His body was telling him to rest, and he was listening

“Maybe the bed would be better?”

Reaching up, Lance pulled Keith down by his shirt to awkwardly kneel at his level. He didn’t want Keith to leave, still, this wasn’t about him. Keith needed to head to work, the scent of him in the apartment was strong enough to make him feel safe. Pursing his lips, his boyfriend kissed him gently like he’d wanted him to do. Smiling from the kiss, Lance hoped it’d relieved some of Keith’s worries

“Babe, I’m fine. I’ve got the TV and my soap operas to catch up on”

“I should be here”

Lance rolled his eyes again, before kissing Keith

“I’m not going to die from loneliness just because you’ve got to go to work. I’ve got my phone thanks to Rieva, go enjoy being bossed around. I’m just gonna look at some stuff online and watch TV”

“You need to cancel my birthday weekend too”

Lance didn’t want to fight, but that wasn’t happening

“We’re still going”

“You can’t be traipsing across the country side”

“First off, who says “traipsing”. Secondly, I am living for that get away. Coran said if everything stays good, we’ll be able to go. Even if I can’t go, I still want everyone else to have fun”

“But the baby...”

“Isn’t going anywhere if I can help it. I’ll call if anything happens, which it won’t. You’re fussing too much”

“You’re not fussing enough!”

Lance let out a chuckle

“If you’re this bad, I can’t imagine what you’re gonna be like when I pop this baby out. I’m fine, I’ll be fine. You’re only at work until 5, then you’re back home”

“That’s ages”

“Babe, it’s 6 hours”

“Seeeee ages!”

Not for a vampire it wasn’t. But to be without Keith it was. He wasn’t going to be selfish. If it got too much, he’d take himself to bed and sleep until his boyfriend returned

“Time will pass sooner than you think with all your secret Blade work”

“I’d rather be here”

“I know. Look, I won’t even do housework. I’ll be good. Here, bathroom, kitchen or bed. That’s it”

“You’re not supposed to be moving around”

“I’m not going to be running laps of the apartment. Not with this little one to think of. Now give me another kiss”

Keith tried to draw out leaving as long as possible. Lance finding it cute. When his boyfriend finally left, he pulled his phone out as Kosmo jumped up on the sofa for pats. Keith wanted them to work this out together which meant he needed to understand more about what being pregnant entailed so he knew if something was wrong. Having a human baby inside of him, Coran wanted him to graze throughout the day in an attempt to get down as many calories as he could for the little one. Keith had to pick up a few things from the chemist on the way home from work, Lance not reminding him as he seemed sad enough over leaving. His boyfriend was basically an overgrown puppy.

After an hour of reading too much, he dropped his phone at the sound of someone outside the apartment. Kosmo growling, before leaping off the sofa and rushing to the door. Lance felt the need to bolt to safety. To lock himself in Keith’s room. He felt foolish when Shiro unlocked the door. Of course Shiro would be back. He was stuck on night shifts and surveillance, though Lance wasn’t sure if that was related to Honerva or trying to keep the peace. Letting himself in, Shiro went about locking the door again and setting the alarm, before scooping Kosmo up for pats. The hunter jumping as he noticed Lance, Lance flinching momentarily

“Sorry, Lance. I completely forgot you’d be home today. Nice to see you out of that place”

Lance forced himself to relax. Shiro didn’t sound mad. Tired, but not mad. He’d stressed repeatedly that was okay for Lance to stay, but Lance still felt guilty as he couldn’t really contribute anything to the household lest Keith worry

“Hey, Shiro. Uh, how was work?”

“Long. I’m ready for bed. How’s freedom?”

“Better than four white walls... Keith’s made me promise not to do anything”

Shiro chuckled, Kosmo licking at his face as Shiro tried to be out of reach and failed

“I can imagine. Don’t worry about him. He’ll settle down”

“Dude, we both know that’s not true. He doesn’t even want me getting up to use the bathroom”

Keith had to help him use the bathroom more than once thanks to his lack of energy and Lance had felt an all time low over his useless

Shiro chuckled again

“He’s just excited. I’ve already been told I’m not allowed to make your kid lame like me”

A smile formed on the edges of Lance’s lips

“You’re gonna be like the favourite uncle an he’s already jealous. This kid is going to be so confused. A werewolf for uncle. A slightly cursed uncle. A grandmother pushing 90. A hunter for an uncle... I could go on...”

Shiro dropped Kosmo down on the sofa, his fur son giving him a cocky look over his shoulder, before jumping off to trot after Shiro into the kitchen. His love for Lance lost to the slightest chance of a treat from his uncle

“On the plus side I don’t think anyone outside of a royal family has had this much protection. I’m gonna make some coffee, you want one?”

“Nah, I’m good... if you want to watch TV I can move”

“It’s fine. I usually just have it on for background noise until I fall asleep. Besides, I don’t think we’ve been alone like this for a while”

That was true. Keith was like a guard dog when Lance was in VOLTRON’s infirmary

“Not since Keith decided he bitumen needed his skin more than him”

Keith had the scars from the accident. The lighter ones would fade one day, yet Lance would never forget to treasure the darker ones as proof Keith was still alive. His boyfriend a little self conscious, but Lance didn’t mind. Shiro hummed, setting about getting his mug out and his coffee made

“Yeah, that sounds about right. How are you feeling, mother, or is father, to be?”

He wasn’t the first man to be pregnant, though his plumbing was a little unusual

“Father to be. And I know it’s been a week, but it’s still pretty surreal”

“I can’t imagine. I already talked to Keith, and he’s still pretty shocked”

“I don’t blame him. This wasn’t exactly planned”

“Still, it gives you guys hope for the future. I hope we can wrap this case up soon”

That’s be nice. Nice to know Lotor had left and life was returning to normal

“So do I... I know I’m not supposed to be prying, but if you need someone to bounce ideas off, I’m here. Literally. Keith seems pretty keen on me avoiding going home. He really has an issue at the thought of me and stairs”

“I know you couldn’t help it, but you could have been less dramatic about announcing you’re pregnant”

Lance felt himself laugh before he realised his mood had actually picked up. Shiro wasn’t Keith, but having someone in the apartment washed away the loneliness he didn’t know he felt. He’d been so spoilt for attention lately

“Trust me, I would have picked a different time too. Maybe, like, in a few years.... like, when Honerva was dealt with and Keith was in a better place?”

“He’s already in a better place. He worked his arse off for the Blades, and still felt like nothing. Now matter what Adam and I did or said. I’d been with Blades so long that I guess I was used to their...”

Shiro paused as he tried to think of how to word it

“Particular brand of weirdness?”

Shiro snorted, Lance kind of happy he could talk to Shiro like this without pretence or being careful with his words

“Yeah. Pretty much. He’s really come out of his shell”

“He’s still a little anger loaf at heart. He always had it in him”

“He has. Lately he’s come to see that, and as his brother, I’m relieved”

Shiro and Keith were tight. This little one had him wishing he had someone like Shiro

“You’re a good brother to him. I can’t help but be jealous”

“You know what they say, family is what you make it. Blood doesn’t matter when it comes to being there for those you care about”

Lance’s hand drifted to his belly. He didn’t really know why, but rubbing his belly seemed to have some psychosomatic effect on making him feel better

“You okay there?”

Catching Shiro watching, Lance ducked his head

“Yeah. This little one definitely wasn’t planned, I want you to know, I’d never deny Keith access to them, or you. Keith and I are still in the honeymoon phase, despite all that’s happened. Sometimes I can’t help but caught up in all the “what ifs””

“I could say I know what you mean, but I only have a vague idea. Keith was already all grown up when I found him. Things really weren’t great at first”

“How not great are we talking?”

“He stole my car. He eventually came back, but he was so full of anger and confusion. It took a long time to build that trust up”

That actually sounded definitely like something Keith would do. He lashed out something fierce when he was trying to protect himself from developing feelings

“I can’t even imagine. This one has so much love around them already. Shiro, if anything happens, you’ll be there, right?”

“Nothing’s gone to happen. I know what you’re asking, and you don’t need to ask”

“I kind of do. I haven’t told Keith but my anxiety has been pretty whack. Sleeping so much helped keep the thoughts away”

“I’m sure he already knows. He sent me a long list of things I’m not allowed to do or say, and I’m supposed to make sure you eat”

Lance groaned. Food was not his friend. It went down and it came up. At least here he’d have some form of privacy for that bit

“He’s obsessed with that. I don’t think he thought about it when he sentenced me to sitting on the sofa”

“He knows you like Italian, had me pick up some last night. Then he sent me on a chase to find garlic knots too. I know I’ve known you six months now, but I don’t think I can cope with a vampire who eats garlic”

“Which is weirder, that I walk about in the sun, or, that I eat garlic?”

“Definitely the sun. I wasn’t sure you were a vampire to begin with. It’s not like they teach us that vampires are out and about in the sun”

“Coran says it’s because I turned so young. Then again, we don’t really go up in flames until after the third degree burns”

“Did he say anything about the baby?”

“They should be human from what I understand. Lotor already seems to know I’m pregnant. Keith says I’m being paranoid”

The more he thought about the more he was certain Lotor knew, and this body knew too. That’d by why he’d subconsciously tried to protect his belly

“Maybe we can throw Lotor out in the sun?”

Lance laughed again. How he wished

“I don’t think Allura would be too happy. She’s already mad he’s being so useless”

Bringing his cup of coffee over, Lance tried not to smell it. He didn’t know what it was about the scent... it just made him feel gross. Sitting down, Shiro put his feet up on the coffee table, Kosmo half sat on for not moving. It was now a battle of wills

“They used to date, from the sound of it?”

“Yeah. Long before I was born. They were closer thanks to Honerva and the whole fae thing. Then he kicked her heart to the curb by leaving. He didn’t cheat on her. I thought that was it, but it was him making all these plans to leave then leaving without telling her. She’s not so quick to forgive. She’s really making Lotor work for her time”

“Good on her. I did worry she’d let her past feelings sweep her away”

“They did... kind of. She’s kind of a bit like Keith. Really good at not forgiving and forgetting. Not that that’s a bad thing. The pain fucking sucks”

“You know what else sucks? Kosmo. Move it buster, off!”

Kosmo crawled into Lance’s lap, ignoring Shiro telling him to get off. The doggo shooting Shiro a wounded glance as he made himself comfortable on Lance

“Kosmo, off!”

Huffing sadly, Kosmo stood right on Lance’s junk before using him to jump. Lance groaning as he drew his knees up

“Paw to the junk?”

Shiro asked sympathetically, Lance nodding

“He’s best boy, but those paws are no joke”

“He’s good for finding the wrong places to stand. Managed to do it to me and Curtis once...”

“Ugh. I feel your pain. Keith’s been trying to keep him off me. He thinks Kosmo’s going to hurt the baby”

“Kosmo is boisterous”

“Kosmo is best boy, living his best life. Keith brought him to visit and he ended up getting into the cupboards. I think he had the time of his doggy life messing up the room”

“I bet that went well with Keith”

“I slept. Angry Keith can be scary”

“That he can. At least he wasn’t throwing knives”

“This is true. Do you want the remote?”

“Nah. It’s fine. Curtis had been trying to get me into soap operas”

“That’d be my fault. I thought he’d be here”

He missed Curtis. Maybe in some way Curtis was kind of like the cousin he’d lied and said he was. His bluntness wasn’t always comforting, but at least he didn’t hide things

“Matt and him have been hanging out with Sam a lot lately. Whatever the deal with his curse is, it gave Sam some pretty interesting readings”

“Appliances don’t seem Curtis friendly”

“Nope. Keith’s banned him from going near the coffee machine”

“I’m not surprised. These days I’m more surprised when he finds a way to function before coffee”

“You should see him after a mission. He has to have his coffee or he’s a moody bastard”

Lance laughed, he knew that too well

“Yeah. He tells me about it in chat, or calls if it’s around 6 because he knows I usually get up then”

“You’ve got him trained”

A blush appeared in Lance’s cheeks. He could always count on Keith to message him. Now he was thinking about him solely, he really missed him, a small whine escaping before he could stop himself

“What was that?”

“Apparently I do that. I’m putting it down to this whole breeder thing... it kind of happens”

“Because you’re missing Keith?”

“Pretty much”

“I’m not Keith, but if you need a hug...”

Lance very shyly leaned against Shiro who sling his arm over his shoulders

“I’m sorry. He’s spoilt me so much that I feel a little lost when he’s not here”

“You don’t have to explain, kiddo. You’re going through a lot right now”

“I’m freaking the fuck out internally”

“I would be too. But you’ll get through this”

“Yeah... yeah, I know. I want to tell Mami, but I decided to wait until the ultrasound next week”

“You miss her, don’t you?”

“Especially right now. She... she protected me so much growing up. My family say I leach off her... but when I was making enough money, the first thing I did was get us a better house and I never wanted her to go into a home”

“If you want to bring her here, I understand”

“Thanks, but this is your home. It’s like I tried to explain to Keith. You and he need a place you know is safe. Mami doesn’t mean to talk but sometimes it comes out. I don’t want to put you guys in danger”

Shiro ruffled his hair

“It makes helping you hard. I’ve always respected that you respect the people around you. I never should have been so harsh on you when I came back”

“You had a lot going on. You didn’t know how Keith was going to be and you left your whole life behind to come here. You lost a lot thanks fo vampires...”

Still, it felt nice to have Shiro apologise properly. He didn’t blame Shiro at all for worrying over Keith

“Things got really rough after Adam. Keith blamed himself for so long. I should have talked him sooner than I did, but I didn’t... I wasn’t there yet”

“Sometimes it’s like that. Adam was important to you. Plus, your brother doesn’t always phrase things right. It took you to point it out for us to realise he didn’t have a heart condition but a crush”

“Don’t remind me. I swear every grey I have is because of him”

“If you think that’s bad, try looking like a teenager. I’m sick of it”

“Some vampires do seem to age”

“Yeah, I’m still a baby vampire really. I’ve got to be pushing like a century. Then again, look at Lotor. He’s old as fuck and prances around like a college jock-strap wanker”

Shiro chuckled

“I don’t think anyone has ever called him that before”

“If you can’t tell, I have pretty strong opinions on vampires”

“Oh, I can tell. Are you sure you don’t want anything to drink?”

“I’m alright. If I fall asleep, just leave me here. I’ve got most of my strength back, but I still feel really drained”

“Emotional stress will do that. Besides, not to brag or anything, but I’m pretty sure I could lift you up”

“Dude, I’ve totally put muscle on”

“Sure you have”

Lance pouted. His ego annoyed. He’d never been in better shape, other than being fatigued and pregnant. He’d never worked out as much as he had over the last few months, and though undead. He was sure he fitter than ever

“I totally have. And I’ve trained with Matt, Curtis, Keith, and Lotor. I’m deceptively heavy”

“And still Keith manages to carry you around”

Keith made it look easy and it wasn’t fair. His boyfriend wasn’t a muscle meat head, instead he was like deceptively strong

“Is this a sibling rival thing? Who can pick up and carry the vampire around?”

“Maybe?”

Lance groaned at him. He didn’t want to be in the middle of that particular fight

“Please don’t pick me up and carry me around. Let me pretend I’m tough and manly”

“You’re a tuff and manly twig”

Ouch... His gremlin would have laughed herself stupid if she’d heard

“Now you sound like Pidge”

“She’s a smart one. Nah, you’re fine the way you are. I won’t move you if you don’t want to be, but if you need help, let me know”

“Thanks, Shiro. Honestly I’m zonked, but I don’t know if I’m gonna freak out being moved. I don’t want to risk it”

“Alright. Now, what the hell is going on in this show?”

*

Keith was flustered as he left work. Krolia had pulled him aside to ask if he was okay, Keith knew she was trying to ask if he’d read her letter yet. He hadn’t, then he’d been snappy towards her without meaning to. His mother kind of seemed like a different person these days. More human and more approachable... and that had him thinking maybe he’d been unfair to her for a while now. It took Lance getting pregnant to actually fucking get it. He’d never leave Lance like she had, but if he had to live in constant fear of bringing home werewolves or vampires on his tail, he could see how not going home was an option he might be forced to entertain. His dad hadn’t been a loner. Stray feelings of his dad having friends lingered then disappeared when he tried to focus. Maybe if his dad had had friends like his and Lance’s... No. Going down that road only brought up the pain of the past. He’d awkwardly apologised to her in his own way before leaving, calling Shiro as he did.

When Shiro didn’t answer, Keith ran all the way to the apartment. He hadn’t tried Lance’s phone. His lover needed his rest, as tempting and as hard as it was not to message him. Letting himself into the apartment, Keith melted at the sight in front of him. Shiro and Lance were both asleep on the sofa, Kosmo cuddled into Lance’s side, wagging his tail as his tongue lolled out. Yeah. He was kind of ready to yell, and kind of jealous, but Lance had needed comfort from the look of it, and Shiro had stepped up to be there for him. Leaving the alarm too long, Kosmo started howling as the alarm went off. Lance and Shiro both jumping as they were rudely awakened. Hurriedly Keith turned the alarm off, the apartment falling silent after a way too long moment. Damn it. He should have got a photo of Lance and Shiro sleeping. His brother, his dog, and his boyfriend. His little family safe and well... and now wide awake.

Closing the door, Keith dropped his backpack next to it. Lance was rubbing at his ears, Shiro trying to bring Kosmo under control. His poor boy hated the alarm

“Sorry. I didn’t punch the code in in time”

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Man I'm going to try😂 since i can't sleeeep okey, Lets seeeee you only writte something, and since you people don't writte enough livecatershipping, by the way i don't writte english to well i speak spanish sorry por that...

Curtis pov

He was so tired, tired of everything in deed Curtis has been wanting to sleep a Litle More than usual, since he doesn't rest His head in the pillow for More than five hours, His visión it's starting to bluuurr, the only thing that Is keeping him up Is the fact that yancy brought sweets in the morning and she gave him some, it's nothing new tough she loves everything that contains sugar, so if some other Random group of fangirls comes screaming at him again, aggghh he's going to lose His Senses.

-Yancy do you mind saying Mr.(insert the name of His boss hear) that I'm going to take a quik brake before we start recording, if anything happens I'm going to have my xtransvisior with me.

-dont worry, plus it's about you have a break dude i don't remember the last Time you saw the sunlight

-pretty funny

So he tries to change His Fancy clothes as fast as he could do, and goes out with His ""normal clothes"" and geez that it feels nice to feel the wind touch His face again, well sure he has been out a lot of times the last Days, interviews, shows, concerts, but not this way the people dosen't even turn around to say good afternoon, wile in other situasions they would went Wild, and it's nice to have personal space.

And sudenly he looks from the corner of His eye the group of girls, the same faces that almost tried to strip him over a few hours ago, he Is litterly containg himself to burst out a laugh at how they don't even notice him Wen he's not looking like a pop Star.

Sudenly he bumps into someone because he was distracted looking at the beutiful View, the sun it's setting and the Ferris wheel of nimbasa looks so dazling, the sky it's in a pretty Shade of red, pink and orange.

-I'M SO SORRY SIR, she said pickin up all her things,-don't be, it Is my fault i was to distracted with the View. he said begindown to help her and get a better look at her because she was wearing a cap the only thing he saw was her Brown hair.

-you have a lot of badges miss, you are doing the gym Challenge am i right

-well yes, i'm going to Challenge Elesa tomorrow, i want to be the champion of the region.

-That sounds amazing, May i now your name.

-Thank you, my name i... Ring Ring, -Hello, yes Huge i am trainin by the way how are you. WHAT?ARE YOU SURE THEY ARE THERE THIS TIME. Okey.yes i am no my way there

-Sorry it's important, ihavetogoseeyoulater, she said alredy waving and running.

-O don't worry i understand i have to go back to my work anyways. He said a lil bit disapointed that she dident even gave him her name.

He changed again and gave himself another slap in the face to keep him up.

Rosa's pov

-And here we are Kamil, running again because he sais that team plasma it's taking over the World. Rosa said with a forced laugh to her beloved servine in her arms. Kamil gave her a weird look like he was triying to say, -here we go again, that Huge never stops bothering you with The same teamplasma thing, he never even ask you how are you.- Don't look at me like that Kamil Huge Is our friend, and maybe this Time well help him to get purrlion back. Servine did a weird cry protesting, Rosa huged Kamil thigher and gave him a gentle kiss in the top of His head-Don't be mad darling plus tomorrow we are going to Challenge Elesa so this Is going to be like a trainin, right?. Servine smiled this time.

Huge: hey Rosa come hear!!, He said waving her.

-well what Is so important this Time dude,did you faund there hideot?

-well yes, and no, i saw some of them get into that building, and followed them, but i can't find those criminales anywere, so i am counting no you right? You are going to help me find them.

........

-What?

-look my team and i are really tired, we NEED to rest we haven't eat a thing since the morning i came from nimbassa to the desert, LITERLLY runnin, because you we're screaming that team plasma was here and you are not SURE we're are they?

-You haven't eat??

-Huge we are going to help you but firts I'm going to gave my friends some kind of food,.. Lets seee. There has to be something here, i Packed berries and water erlier, What Is this?. She looked at the xtransvisior in her hands, this Is not mine.

-You stoleet???

-What? Now! No way this has to be a mistake RING RING, squeek, what should i do Huge?

- I diden't stoleet, you did, he said in a Chuckle.

-SHOULD I PICK UP!??

-i don't know, what if Is some kind of team plasma Grunt.

RING RING RING

-YOU are not helping.

-well them PICK UP!

-ok, mmm Hello?

-Hello, may i ask you why do you have my xtransvisior?

-I don't know sir, (from the voice she could Tell that it was a he), BUTISWERIDIDNOTSTOLET!

-Look i'ven here before, if you want it that badly you can keep it; but taking things from other people it's not nice.

-I said I DID NOT STOLET. I am not a thief, i foud this in my bag, i swer, and i don't want to keep it i have my own. If i did STOLET i woudent PICK The call understand?, If you want it i can GIVE it to you.

-okey, you sound sincere, so even if you don't want to keep it, i can't take ir back right now, I'm really Busy, by the way my name Is Chri...

I mean CURTIS!, My name Is CURTIS.

- My name Is Rosa, you SURE you can't take ir back right now?

-Sorry

.....

-Okey then, I'm Busy to so you can call to your xtransvisior Wen you have Time Curtis but i can't talk right now.

-sounds good, well godbye Rosa

Bep bep

Huge was staring at her.

-What??

-I don't like that Curtis guy, what if he Is dangerous?

-You are the one that Told me: then PICK UP !

-I diden't expect that you we're actually going to do it.

- watever, here i found the berries, one for Kamil, one for Leafy(swadlon),one for Orión(bravieri) and one for Lara(audino), Also thank Arceus that is one for me, I'm starbin.

After that, we are going to drink water, and then we are going to help Huge to find purrlion okey steweties? , Any of them said a thing.

-You are to Busy eatin hu?

Okey i think it's not the greatest thing but, maybe someone Will read it... Maybe.....Someday, by the way this Is my firts fic Soo sorry for the grammar and maybe it's to short

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(Here it is Chapter 4 is complete. Here is a link to part 2 of chapter 3 if you havent already read it.

Please enjoy this chapter just like other chapters there is mild swearing. Onwards to the chapter. TALLY HOOOO! Its split into 2 parts again so here it is part 1! )

Chapter 4 Heart-racing Hectic Hijinxs and a Hol Horse

Jotaro drove for another 3 or so hours heading towards the outskirts of Luxor, most of the way there you had been so overwhelmed with emotions it burnt you out, you fell asleep squished between Kakyion and Joseph, you snuggled into Kakyion's shoulder and he looked down at you and smiled. At moments when Avdol and Joseph did not look his way he would brush his hand against yours, he did it to comfort you. Even in your sleep you had a slight smile whenever you could feel his touch. 

"I think this might be a good spot to crash for the night, what do you think Jotaro?" Polneraff asked. 

"Hm yeah why not." Jotaro sighed he was just as exhausted as everyone else.

Jotaro had parked your car by some old ruins on the outskirts of Luxor and got out to have a smoke, Avdol and Joseph smiled, they got out the car knowing they could stretch their legs and get the luggage from the boot and set up camp. Polnareff joined Jotaro in having a cigarette while Iggy went for a walk along the riverbed. 

"Hey Y/N wake up we are here, come on" The young red haired man gently nudged your shoulder. 

You rubbed your eyes and looked about the empty car in a daze. You blinked slowly and you looked at Kakyion and that's when everything came flooding back. 

"I thought we were gonna be safe, I didn't know she could find me so easily, I'm so sorry I put you and everyone at risk...." You cried softly and Kakyion interrupted you by pulling you into a soft hug. 

"Nonsense Y/N,  you did everything in your power to prevent a horrible outcome with Avdol and myself, for that I thank you" He gently patted and stroked your hair.

"I'm grateful that I changed the future, and some future should change, no way was I going to allow you to be hurt, let alone have your eyes damaged" You pulled out the hug and went to reach for his face. He was still smiling down at you. 

"I'm not interrupting anything am I?" Joseph peaked in the passenger door left open by Polernaff. 

You jolted backwards and clasped your hands looking down and Kakyion softly giggled. 

"I have some scrambled eggs and toast for dinner, heh courtesy of the Speedwagon Foundation. It will be ready soon, come join us at the campfire." The old man smirked and adjusted his hat and exited the door and walked away.

Joseph knew, oh he knew exactly what was going on and it was all thanks to Hermit Purple, he smirked and was loving that you both were finding your way to each other. He was by the stove cooking the eggs and gently roasting the bread, watching on from a distance.   

Avdol noticed his smirk "Mr Joestar did you figure something out?"

"Hm perhaps, but I don't want to give spoilers" He smirked more and pointed at you and Kakyion walking over to the campfire. 

"Oh I see, ah young love isn't it beautiful? Don't worry Mr Joestar I won't let on we know anything.....Wait! When you used Hermit Purple..." Avdol turned to him and figured it out. 

Without a word Joseph tapped his nose and smirked and started to plate up the dinner. Avdol smiled back and shrugged of course he found out with Hermit purple.

****After dinner****

You all sat round the campfire, you were still shaken up by the whole thing and you hugged your knees and placed your forehead on them.

"God I don't even know how I'm gonna tell Tamsin what happened to the Bombay Cottage let alone I got involved with a cowboy working for a vampire and oh yeah I'm a stand user." You just wanted to wake up back at the beach house and this was all a nightmare.

"Listen don't worry about that, I'll take care of talking to Tamsin, after all I am a businessman, I'm sure there's something I can work out with him for sure. Besides, you really have helped us out and lord only knows how long it would take to find out where Dio's mansion is." Joseph sipped his coffee as he consulted you. 

"He's right Y/N we will take care of everything from here on in, you've done more than enough for us, even if it was a day or two breather from Dio and his minions." Kakyion placed his hand on your shoulder.  

 "Unfortunately when you travel with us, trouble always follows, doesn't it, hey Jotaro you remember Anne?" Polnareff asked

"Yeah what about the little runt?" Jotaro grunted

"I think she totally had the hots for you, it's a shame she couldn't travel with us anymore, wouldn't you agree?" The Frenchman smirked

Jotaro glared at him and summoned Star Platinum and karate chopped his head and flatted his hair down. 

"OI! Watch the hair!" He raised his fist. 

"Shut it and dont say stupid stuff" He turned and had a slight blush on his face

"Ohhhhh? Is that a blush I seeeee~" Polnareff teased.

"No, get lost" The young teen placed his hands in his pocket

He then started to walk away and Polnareff followed only to get into a fight and got punched in the arm. The rest of you watched with blank expressions while your eyes sparkled with excitement. 

"WHOA JOTARO HAS A PURPLE PUNCHY GHOST MAN!" You shouted after seeing Star Platinum in all his glory. 

"Heh better than Watermelon bastard" Joseph laughed and he looked down at his hand " I wouldn't want to think you would call my stand Y/N"

"MR JOESTAR!" Avdol turned his head and his eyes widened.

"What? Oh come now Avdol, for once I wasn't thinking anything like that" the old man chuckled and slapped his friend on the back.   

You pouted your lips and folded your arms at him reminding you what you called Kakyion's stand earlier that night. Avdol smiled and said his good nights before heading to his tent, Jotaro huffed at the Frenchman and sat by the river. Polernarff pouted and also headed to his tent, Joseph sat by the campfire having a cup of tea and reading some newspapers and Kakyion walked by the river to wash up the dishes. 

You smiled and approached Jotaro you placed your hand on his shoulder "Hey um Jotaro, thanks for looking after Scorpi and of course getting us away from Mariah" 

"Scorpi?" He questioned

"Oh yeah sorry my car that's what I named her. You see I got her a few months ago, it was a gift from Tamsin for my birthday. Anyway I'm heading off to bed." You smiled at him.  

"No worries, ah I see now, goodnight Y/N, see you in the morning" He walked to the tents as you walked to Kakyion.

"Hey, I was gonna head off to bed now just to let you know." You blushed and looked down. 

"Ah of course goodnight,  I might as well retire also, here let me walk you there." He smiled and stood up and walked beside you to the tents. 

Joseph looked up from his newspaper, noticed you both heading to your tents and he had a massive grin on his face and noticed Iggy.

"Oi Iggy c'mere, you want 2 boxes of coffee gum dont ya?" Joseph waved the boxes at Iggy and he came over and ran around in circles, trying the odd time jumping for them but missing.

"Well I need you to do a favour for me, all you have to do is......" He explained to the dog.

 

***The next Morning***

Joseph gathered most of the camping stuff and popped it in the boot with Avdol helping. 

"Alright everyone here's the plan. We head for Cario. It shouldn't take more than a few hours to get there, we can stock up on supplies and grab a bite to eat at one of the cafe's and then we go from there. Is everyone happy with this plan?" Joseph stood with his hands on his hips as he gathered you all around.

You all nod in agreement and head for the car. You were in the driver's seat with Kakyion next to you in the passenger seat, behind you was Avdol, Polnareff and Joseph in the middle and Jotaro sat behind Kakyion. Iggy of course sat on Joseph's knee and fell asleep. The gents in the back were a little squished but they didn't mind, they had been in worse conditions before. 

It was about half an hour into the drive and the whole car was in silence that's when Polnareff spoke up. 

"Say Y/N do you have tunes or something? It's quiet too quiet for my liking." He asked as he shifted forward off his seat peering over your shoulder. 

"Polnareff sit down! You'll cause an accident." Avdol huffed at him and pulled him back down. 

"Well I do have a few cassette tapes... hmm let me see..." You leaned into the car door pocket and had a rummage about and you felt one of the tapes. "Ah this one will do!"

You popped it into the build in radio and rewind it back to the start, you adjusted the volume and then the opening of the 'Transformers 86' movie soundtrack's Dare started to play. Joseph's face lit up with glee and he clenched his hands and sat forward while Iggy sat on Jotaro's lap.  

"OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SOUNDTRACK!" He listened to the intro feeling slightly nostalgic. 

When it got to the  chorus both you and Joseph sung the lyrics with Kakyion also joining it towards the end. You smiled brightly as you all sang along.

"Dare - dare to believe you can survive

You hold the future in your hand

Dare - dare to keep all of your dreams alive

It's time to take a stand

And you can win, if you dare" 

Jotaro shook his head knowing that his grandpa was a massive nerd and started to drift off to sleep. Avdol pulled out a book and started to read and Polnareff leaned over his shoulder and read with him. 

As the song faded another one started to play and it was Dare to be stupid by Weird Al Yankovic.

"OH JOTARO! THIS IS THE SONG I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT THE ONE BY AL YANKOVIC!" Joseph got excited and woke up Jotaro with excitement. 

He glared at his grandpa and shoved his shoulder and got comfy again and closed his eyes. "I dont care, I'm trying to, fucking, sleep here, old man!"

You looked into the mirror and started to sing "Put down your chainsaw and listen to me

It's time for us to join in the fight" 

Joseph continued on "It's time to let your babies grow up to be cowboys

It's time to let the bedbugs bite"

Joseph pointed to Kakyion and he carried on "You better put all your eggs in one basket

You better count your chickens before they hatch"

You carried on afters "You better sell some wine before it's time

You better find yourself an itch to scratch"

Joseph got ready for his line "You better squeeze all the Charmin

you can while Mr. Wimpole's not around

Stick your head in the microwave and get yourself a tan"

Kakyion grinned and when it got the chorus  you all sung in harmony 

"Dare to be stupid

Come on and dare to be stupid

It's so easy to do

Dare to be stupid

We're all waiting for you

Let's go" 

Then at the instrumental part Joseph started to air guitar and at the end of the song you all laughed, you loved that you all started to bond and you were really enjoying their company more and more.

***Meanwhile in Cario***

Hol Horse had bumped into  Zenyatta and Mondatta and had agreed to patrol around Cario to get rid of the Joestars before they could reach Dio.  

Hol Horse suggested they went to a cafe in the middle of the city centre to plan a strategy . Even though he wasn't supposed to, he revealed what his stand was and in turn the brothers revealed what theirs was. 

Jackpot the cowboy thought, he had an evil glint in his eyes. "Don't worry boys let me take care of drinks. I'll be right back just you get yourselves nice 'n' comfy."

"Mondatta, isn't it nice that Mr Hol Horse is treating us to a drink, how lucky are we little bro." He smiled at his sibling. 

Mondatta looked up with a grin "Your right big bro nothing will stop us, we are the super lucky brothers!" 

Hol Horse rolled his eyes at their exchange from the edge of the bar as he collected the drinks, he smirked and pulled a small bottle from one of his pouches.

"Heh looks like big bro is going to have a date with the toilet, muh ha ha ha" He smugly chuckled to himself as he opened the bottle of laxatives and poured some into Zenyatta's coffee. He walked back to the table with a fake smile on his face.

"Ah gentleman a toast to our new found friendship, for you Zenyatta a coffee and for the squirt a nice and freshly made strawberry milkshake." He brought his bottle of beer to their cups and clinked them against each other. 

They all started to make small talk until half an hour later Zenyatta held his stomach and started to sweat a lot.  [*Rhapsody of Brothers totally plays at this point*] 

"Oh good lord, listen, little bro you, GO, with, with Hol horse, and keep an eye, ON, on those nasty Joestars, if, IF, you see them, you hear, OH, no, EXCUSE ME!" He quickly explained while holding both his stomach and his butt, he then rushed past an old lady and ran for the toilets at the back of the cafe. "OOOOHHHHH NOOOOOOO!" 

Hol Horse smugly grinned and glared at the younger brother, just as he was about to run away he grabbed his scarf and then held him with the scruff of his neck "Now you listen here you little shit, we are gonna team up see, and if you want the cure for your dear brother you better keep me from getting hurt with that book of yours, kay?" 

Mondatta nodded a lot and was nervous and scared by his actions. 

***Meanwhile back on the outskirts of Cairo city centre***

You were nearing the city centre and everything was becoming more familiar again. You drove along the river taking in the boats coming up to the dock nearby. 

"We are almost there everyone." You smiled as you had a slight glance at Kakyion playing with his hair.

"Oh that is good to know my butt is getting numb, and I'm feeling very peckish, oh yes I am" Joseph tipped his hat up to see better and looked down at Iggy. 

Iggy raised his lip as if he was grinning and started to stretch his little legs and then he let out a huge fart in Jotaro's face waking him up and then jumped on Polnareff and bite his hair and then wiggled his butt in Avdol's face before jumping out the window. The smell was unbearable 

"Damn mutt!" The Frenchmen raised his fist.

"UGH! You smelly dog!" Jotaro gripped  Kakyion's headrest as he watched Iggy grin at him in the street. 

Avdol sighed and pouted "What did I ever do to you Iggy?" 

You stopped the car as everyone in the back was getting restless at Iggy's actions and the smell started to linger. 

"We will go on ahead, let's all meet up by the market stalls by the cafe. See you in a bit" Joseph quickly ran after the others chasing Iggy down the side streets. 

You shook your head and found a parking area and parked by the wall. You walked around the back of your car and went into the boot and rummaged about for the lemon air spray you found and opened the backdoor with Kakyion leaning against the closed passenger door watching you lean in and spray the back seats.

"I don't know what that was all about but, I feel Mr Joestar was behind that little stunt" You sprayed more making sure every part of your car smelt amazing again. 

"Hmm I agree with you, though that's Mr Joestar for you, he's always up to something" He shrugged but looked in at you checking you were okay. 

He offered his hand as you edged closer to the door of the backdoor and you blushed and slowly reached for his hand.

"I won't bite, I promise" He chuckled softly. 

With your face beaming red you took his offer and placed your hand in his and he helped you out the car. You stood next to him with your keys in your hand you quickly went to lock up. 

"Lets go, shall we Kakyion." You took a deep breath to remain calm as his soft lavender eyes looked down at you. 

***About 20 or so minutes later***

Polneraff got held up by Hol Horse with the barrel of his gun pointing at the back of his head, Mondatta was hiding under a box and waited for his moment to escape. 

The other Stardust Crusaders got curious why Polnareff was taking so long to come back to them. It was then both you and Kakyion reached the narrow alley that led to the market stalls by the cafe.

"Stay close Y/N" Kakyion walked in front and held out his hand for you to hold. 

***End of part 1***

Chapter 4 Part 2

[nat-roman0ff]

insta-love

insta-love

requested

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word count: 766

warnings: pantslessness, phat burritos and being technologically challenged

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 “Baby! Come check this out!” Shawn screams from your shared bedroom. 

 You groan, sitting at the kitchen island gobbling up the rest of your burrito, “I’m freaking eating! What is so important?!” 

 “Bring it with you, you gotta seeeee, babe!” He whines, his voice cracking on babe.

 Finishing what’s in your mouth, you roll your eyes and stand, bringing your plate of food with you and taking another bite on your trip. Shawn’s back is to you when you get to the room, his messy mop of curls pointing every which way from today’s earlier match in the mattress olympics. 

“What is so damn important?” You ask, your mouth full of beefy, cheesy deliciousness. 

 Shawn points to the phone he has propped on the desk, his guitar cradled in his arms, “say hi to everyone! I’m on Instagram live!” 

 “Shawn!” You screech and immediately drop to the floor, but careful not to drop any of your food, “I’m stuffing my face with a burrito and I don’t have any pants on!” 

 He laughs and turns around to look at you, “I’m sure all hundred and thirty thousand people won’t mind.” 

 “ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY THOUSAND?!” You screech.

 He snorts, “yeah. Oh, never mind, one hundred and thirty-seven now. My bad.”

 “Are you out of your mind!” You whisper through gritted teeth, “people don’t even know that we’re really dating yet!” 

 He shrugs, “well I think they do now.” 

 You scowl and take another bit of your food, “no one should look that cute eating a burrito and get away with it, come up here,” Shawn says, patting his thigh.

 “I’m going to kill you. Like, actually murder you on Instagram live.” 

 Shawn grins wide and pulls you up by your hand. He gently places his guitar on the floor next to him and sits you on his lap, burrito still held in your hand. 

 “Can I get a bite of that?” He asks. 

 You scoff, “absolutely not.” 

 Shawn leans forward and nips a bite of your food, “too bad.” 

 You roll your eyes and look at the screen as the comments fill up:

 omg such goals, LOVEEEEEE!!!

 wtf theyre so cute omg

 SHAWN FINALLY HAS A GIRLFRIENDDDDD!!!!

 we better get some good ass music outta this shawns in luRvE

 Shawn nuzzles his face into your neck, kissing a free patch of skin there, “see, it’s not all bad,” he whispers against your skin.

 You look back and see a few not so nice comments pop up, Shawn sees them too and his brows furrow as you bury your reddened face in his neck, “please no mean comments, guys. She’s a good one. Better than a good one actually, she’s the one,” he props your hidden face up to look at him and gives you a quick, chase kiss. 

 Your heart melts at his words and Shawn just gives you that lovestruck lopsided grin before kissing you again, this time a little deeper. 

 “Not in front of the kids!” You chuckle, pushing at his chest. 

 His eyes don’t open for a second as he pulls away from you and turns back to his phone on the desk, “sorry everyone, that’s all we’ve got for today. I have to go finish this girl’s burrito!” 

 Shawn shuts off the Instagram live and wraps his arms around you. 

 “You are not touching my burrito,” you tut as he attacks your neck and chest with nipping kisses.

 You can feel his smirk on your skin, “I’m much more interested in eating other things tonight.” 

 “Ewww,” you groan as he bites down on a particularly sensitive patch of flesh. 

 Shawn smooths it over with a kiss, “you didn’t seem to be complaining about it earlier.” 

 Your eyes roll, “yeah, yeah. So how many people showed up to this thing?” You reach for his phone, only to be horrified that the live is still going, and people are commenting about your little...conversation.

 “Shawn you moron, you didn’t turn it off!” You shove the phone in his face.

 He lets out a booming laugh, “oops, guess everyone knows how much I love eating yo-” 

 You cover his mouth with your palm, “still going idiot.” 

 Finally he manages to turn it off (you even checked again four times). Shawn yawns and wraps his arms tightly around your middle, resting his head on your shoulder, “I love you, and I’m glad everyone else knows I love you.”

 You kiss the tip of his nose, and his face scrunches in response, “I love you too, bub. Even though you’re an idiot.” 

 “Yeah but I’m your idiot.”

[psychosistr]

Talk to Me- Chapter 4

Summary: On their way home, Domino and Steelbeak take a detour through the park. The pair take their time talking, getting to know each other, and reveal old wounds that bring them closer together.

Notes: Slight trigger warning for this chapter for mentions of gun violence, police brutality, and some minor bodily horror regarding Steelbeak’s beak (but it’s nothing overly graphic).

-First Chapter-

“-and I still have all of the dresses in my closet.” Dominic said, an amused smile on his face as he reached the end of his story.

The pair of agents had finished their dinner over an hour ago and, with neither wanting to end the date quite yet, had stopped at the park on their way back home. The gates had been locked as part of the local government’s vain attempts to keep petty criminals, supervillains (particularly Bushroot and the rest of the Fearsome Four) out at night; the locks didn’t slow them down for more than two seconds before they were in. Still, the locks did serve a different kind of greater good now- they allowed Dominic and Steelbeak to have the scenic park all to themselves as they walked wherever they felt like and talked the night away.

Steelbeak laughed at the other man’s tale, shaking his head as he walked beside him. “Wow, that IS crazy. You’ll have t’ show ‘em to me sometime- bet they look real good on ya.”

“I suppose I could model one or two of them for you.” Dominic looked at the other bird expectantly. “Same question: What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever had to do on a mission?”

They’d started playing “fact trade” a while ago. Dominic remembered it from his school days and thought it would be a fun way for them to get to know each other better. The rules were simple- they would take turns asking each other questions and whoever refused to answer one would lose. Both of them were too stubborn to give up easily, so they’d been going back and forth for over half an hour already.

Steelbeak pondered the question for a moment, tapping the base of his beak before an amused smirk slipped onto his face. “Alright, so, this one time F.O.W.L. High Command’s got me stealin’ all this rubber for- and I ain’t jokin’ on this one- a giant, bouncin’, remote-controlled SUPERBALL.”

“Oh, this is already off to a great start.” Dominic nodded along as he listened.

“I know, right? Think the guys were runnin’ outta ideas.” Steelbeak chuckled before continuing. “So, like I said, I’m tryin’ t’ steal this rubber and- big shocker- Dipwing Dork keeps showin’ up t’ stop me, only he ain’t alone this time.”

“Did he have his sidekick with him?” The loon’s mind wandered briefly to the handsome, well-built pilot that seemed to tag along with Darkwing wherever he went. He’d have to see about getting him alone sometime without his annoying boss around..

“Yeah, but this time he’s got someone else, too.” Steelbeak continued. “See, it’s this weird alien- real’ stupid lookin’ with muscles ten times the size of his brain. The guy’s got crazy powers and takes out me an’ the eggmen all on his own. Second fight with the guy, I get thrown in a closet and hear ‘em arguin’: The guy’s there gettin’ trainin’ from Dorkwing on how t’ be a ‘real hero’, but he’s so annoyin’ that even DARKWING gets fed up with ‘im!” He chuckled a little, his shoulders shaking as he tried to hold in his laughter long enough to finish his story. “So, I figure, why let that much power go t’ waste? I put together a superhero costume usin’ what I got in the closet…and come out with a towel on my back, a plunger in my hand, and a friggin’ BUCKET on my head I’d pecked a couplea eye holes in!”

“A bucket?” Oh, that image would be in Dominic’s head ALL NIGHT. “And that worked?”

“It did! Told that chump I was a ‘superhero trainer extraordinaire’ named ‘Professor Steelcluck’, and he FELL FOR IT!” Steelbeak laughed, holding his side as his laughter left him wheezing. “OH man, I’m tellin’ ya, that was even better than gettin’ Darkwing an’ Gizmoduck t’ fight each other!”

The rooster’s laughter was contagious, making the darker bird laugh too. “I wish I could have been there to see it.” After they’d both settled down, Dominic looked up at the taller man. “It’s your turn.”

“Let’s seeeee…” Steelbeak hummed as he thought his question over. Then, as if the humming gave him an idea, he grinned. “Oh, that’s a good one: What kinda music do ya like?”

“I actually don’t listen to music that often.” He replied. “Sometimes I’ll put on classical music if I want something in the background or I’ll find an artist here and there whose style I enjoy- like the one on the radio earlier- but I don’t really have anything I’m particularly interested in.”

“Classical stuff, huh? I’ll have t’ remember that..” The other bird muttered to himself before holding his hands out in front of himself like he was playing a piano with a chuckle. “I ever tell ya ‘bout the time I had t’ go undercover as a concert pianist for a couple months?”

“No, you haven’t.” So his assumption from before had been correct. “I didn’t know you played.”

“Yeah, can’t do nothin’ fancy like read sheet music, but I got a pretty good ear an’ can play a few songs if I hear ‘em enough times. Spent two months travelin’ ‘round the country playin’ songs so me an’ my ‘entourage’ could break int’ all the swanky hotels, music halls, and galleries the band played at- we cleaned ‘em out an’ snuck everythin’ out in the instrument cases.” Two light fingers lifted up and tapped the side of his beak, producing a dull “thump” like an empty plastic cup. “That’s where I got this one- stands out less than my usual piece. Not as good in a fight, but it works when I gotta blend in..plus it’s heck of a lot better for preenin’ than the metal one.”

“I can imagine..” Dominic winced in sympathy at the thought of trying to preen his feathers with such sharp, jagged metal- he’d probably end up tearing skin with a beak like that. That thought actually brought to mind a question that had been on his mind for some time now and, knowing that it was technically his turn, he felt it was a perfect time to ask. “Why do you use prosthetics, anyway? Were you injured during a mission?”

“Nah, nothin’ that excitin’.” Steelbeak said while scratching at some of the feathers around the edge of his beak with one finger. “Good old fashioned case of police brutality: I was fourteen, got caught stealin’ from this high-end mall. I was faster than the security, but it was one of those places where they had cops patrollin’ the area on speed dial- couldn’t outrun the cars an’ they grabbed me when I tried t’ climb a fence. One of ‘em pinned me t’ the ground while the other one stomped on my beak..said they were gonna ‘teach me a lesson’.” He winced, rubbing a finger over the beak to comfort what was likely a phantom pain. “Hurt like heck..broke most of it off..guess I got lucky it didn’t get infected, but it sure felt like it did..” Dominic saw the feathers on the rooster’s comb fluff slightly before he shook his head. “Anyway, when I signed up with F.O.W.L. I got access t’ all those sweet free doctors an’ surgeons- they whipped up the fakes an’ gave me a new identity. Still got some of the real one underneath, though. Stings sometimes, but it don’t hurt as bad when I cover it.”

“……” Dominic debated for a moment over the request he was about to make. Would it be rude to ask? “..I want to see it.” He finally said after a minute, his curiosity winning out. “If you’re comfortable with it, of course.”

“…” Steelbeak stopped walking to look down at him. “It ain’t exactly pretty t’ look at.”

“I don’t care- I want to see it.” The loon repeated resolutely.

“Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn ya..” He reached up to the sides of his beak with both hands and started applying pressure with his fingertips. After a moment there was a popping sound and the material shifted, looking more like it was loosely resting on something rather than connected now. He took the top part of the false beak in one hand and the bottom in the other and carefully pulled it away.

Once he finally got a full look at what had been hidden under the plastic, Dominic could certainly see what Steelbeak meant: It was not a pretty sight.

A large portion of it had been broken off, leaving behind dark scars that contrasted the natural yellow color. The closest part to still being intact was a long strip along the upper-right side of the rooster’s mouth, reaching almost the same length as the prostheses. Right beside that, though, was a sharp, jagged drop that didn’t go back up until almost reaching the middle of his mouth. After that there were two small slivers of his beak centered around the middle, leading to one last piece on the left that was barely an eighth of an inch longer than the other two. And that was just the UPPER mandible- the lower one was nothing but one half-length sliver in the middle and a few scattered fragments. Then, to top it all off, both parts of his beak were fixed to a thin metallic frame outlining the normal shape of a beak with a wire-mesh connecting the natural pieces to a series of metal posts that had been drilled into the hard tissue at the base of his beak and two small metal bolts at the corners of his mouth.

Looking at it left Dominic with some harshly conflicting feelings. On one hand, while it wasn’t the most beautiful sight in the world, it was quite an interesting feat of medical and scientific engineering. On the other hand, though, it was sickening to think that two fully grown men would pin down a child and permanently disfigure him in such a horrific way.

“It really doesn’t hurt..?” Just LOOKING at it made his own pointed beak ache- the loon shuddered to think what it must actually feel like.

The taller bird gave a calm shrug, able to still speak surprisingly clearly. “Not like it used to. Smarts a bit every now an’ then, but it’s mostly just phantom pains. Talkin’ an’ other stuff don’t bother it, but if I try t’ eat without one of the fakes it feels like gettin’ kicked all over again.”

“I see..” He took one last look at the mix of broken tissue and metal before looking up into the rooster’s eyes again. “Thank you for showing me.”

“Eh, don’t mention it.” Steelbeak brought the prosthesis back up to his mouth and slipped it over the metal frame all the way up to the base, popping the corners onto the bolts with an audible click. After opening and closing his mouth a few times to check it, he looked back down at Dominic as they continued their earlier pace. “Hey, whose turn was it again?”

“Yours.” The loon replied, walking beside him at an even pace.

“Right, right..” Taking a minute to think his next question over, Steelbeak eventually came up with something and gave the loon a curious look. “Why’d ya join F.O.W.L., anyway? Sharp, good-lookin’ guy like you had t’ have options, right?”

“Not really..” Dominic looked up at the moon as they walked. “My mother lost her job right when I was about to graduate from high school. Before I knew it, I was forced to drop out and we were living on the streets. Without a diploma I couldn’t get accepted into the college I’d applied for and I had to beg for money on street corners just to get by.” He scowled a little, the memories of those days still bitter and unpleasant for him. “The recruiter for that sector, Di Amund, approached me after he saw me take down two police officers on my own- they were trying to arrest me for vagrancy and, well, you know what happens when someone tries to pin me to a wall.” He heard a hum of acknowledgement in response. “He told me that I would be paid well, get to travel the world, and even be given a place to live. I took the enrollment bonus he offered, gave it to my mother, and left for the northern academy as soon as I could.”

Their walk had led them to the lake in the middle of the park, it seemed. Once Dominic’s story concluded, Steelbeak crouched down by the bank to pick up a few stones. “Livin’ on the streets, huh? Bet that must’ve been rough.” He split them up, keeping half for himself and offering the other half to Dominic. “Livin’ like that’s gotta be hard..bet ya picked up a few things that stuck with ya, right?”

“I suppose..” Dominic took the offered rocks, picking one and tossing it across the water’s surface to get about three skips before it sank.

“Ya probably have trouble throwin’ food away when it’s stale.” Steelbeak tossed one of his own rocks, getting four skips out of it. “Not the stuff that gets moldy or goes bad like meat, or vegetables, or dairy- I bet ya know just how sick you can get offa that junk- but I bet ya probably still keep the dry stuff like chips an’ crackers after their expiration date ‘cause it don’t make sense throwin’ it away, right? Sure, they don’t taste that good anymore, but they’re still good t’ eat an’ it bugs ya wastin’ that sorta thing.”

While he was in the process of throwing another stone, Domino halted and turned his head to look at the other bird- the resulting toss only getting one skip. “How do you-?”

“I bet ya have a few shirts or pants with little holes an’ tears in ‘em stashed away in your drawers, right?” He wasn’t looking at the loon as he spoke, his eyes on the lake as he threw another stone- five skips that time. “They’re kinda beat up, but they still fit just fine, so ya keep ‘em ‘round for the days when ya know you’re not gonna go nowhere or see nobody. Y’know you could just buy more, but why waste the money when ya don’t gotta, right?” Another stone, six skips across the water. “Ya probably hate not bein’ able t’ shower right after gettin’ dirty, too, huh? Longer ya go without it, the more it bugs ya ‘cause it brings back memories of when you’d have t’ go days, probably even weeks without one.” There was a far off look in his eyes as he threw his last stone, the rock reaching almost to the other side of the water before it sank. “And ya can’t sleep without some kinda weapon nearby..but it ain’t just ‘cause of the trainin’ with F.O.W.L.- it’s ‘cause part of your brain still thinks you’re gonna get jumped, even though you’re in a locked room an’ not in an open alley somewhere, right?”

“…You’re right.” Dominic had been looking at Steelbeak the whole time he spoke. At first he’d been surprised that the other man knew some of his less obvious habits so easily, but now, after seeing the distant look in the rooster’s eyes and listening to the tone of his voice, he understood where that knowledge came from. “You used to live like that too, didn’t you?”

“Yeah..” A small, melancholy smile tugged at the lighter bird’s beak as he watched the ripples slowly roll across the lake from the stones that he’d thrown. “Used t’ live with my old man in a rinky-dink shack way out in New Duck City. Spent most of the time inside ‘cause the old man flipped his lid anytime I tried gettin’ out, for some reason. Never went out t’ eat, never went t’ the doctor, and definitely didn’t go t’ school- had t’ teach myself t’ read an’ write an’ junk ‘cause he sure as heck wasn’t gonna. Only ever got one visitor..” His attempt at a smile started to fall as the last of the ripples slowly went still. “My ma- least, I think she was my ma, she didn’t really come ‘round that much, could’ve just been some broad he liked, but we had the same eyes so I called her ma- anyway, my ma disappeared when I was about eight. Old man got way worse after that..started comin’ home with black eyes an’ bloody shirts, and even askin’ ‘bout what he did earned me a cuff upside the head. Then, one night about two years after my ma stopped comin’ around, there was all this racket outside and I kept seein’ red an’ blue lights through the curtains…got outta bed an’ went t’ see what all the noise was about..” He gave a short, strained laugh and shook his head, the lake finally still enough that both of their reflections were visible in the water’s surface again. “The old man went down swingin’- up ‘gainst ten cops with just a glock and he STILL took out half of ‘em…right before they iced ‘im. After that they started comin’ for the front door. I didn’t know nothin’ ‘bout cops back then, all I knew was they were the guys that just plugged my old man full of holes and thought they were gonna do the same t’ me…so, I ran out the back and kept on runnin’..” He took a deep breath and sighed, finally looking away from the water and up towards the sky. “Didn’t have nowhere else t’ go and no one t’ turn to, so I just kinda drifted ‘round from one alley t’ the next..went on like that for a few years, gettin’ by with what I could get for free and stealin’ what I couldn’t..”

Dominic wasn’t really sure what to say at first.

That was…a lot to unpack.

For all of his flashy style, expensive taste in clothes and cars and gifts, and his general demeanor, Dominic never would have guessed that Steelbeak dealt with that sort of thing from such a young age. Ending up on the streets in his teens had already been hard enough to survive day to day- he could only imagine how much worse it was for a child who should have been just starting middle school…

Black fingers tossed a stone across the lake, distorting the reflections again as it skipped five times. “How did you end up in F.O.W.L.?” A distraction, he eventually decided, would probably be better than sympathy in that moment.

To his relief, Dominic saw the life slowly returning to his partner’s eyes. “Now that,” Steelbeak began with a smile slowly forming on his beak once more. “Is a fun one..” He took one of the rocks the loon handed him and threw it at the lake, getting four skips. “So, I’m skulkin’ ‘round the classy part of Featherton lookin’ for chumps t’ fleece, when I see this guy goin’ off on some poor bird sellin’ hot dogs out of a cart. The guy’s a real jerk, y’know? Yellin’ at the girl, tellin’ her she don’t what she’s doin’, sayin’ she gave ‘im the wrong change- just bein’ a real tool, y’know?” He smirked, chuckling quietly. “Then I see his wallet stickin’ outta his back pocket and think to myself ‘This must be karma’s way of teachin’ ‘im not t’ be such a prick’, and who am I to argue with karma, right? So I snag his wallet when I’m walkin’ past- the moron don’t even notice ‘til I’m duckin’ ‘round the corner. He had over two hundred in there, it felt like I’d won the friggin’ lottery!” He watched as Dominic threw a stone, six skips that time. “I treat myself t’ a nice lunch in one of the lower-class joints on the other side of town, stock up on groceries, then head back t’ the half-finished construction site I’d been crashin’ in for the past couple weeks. I turn in for the night, thinkin’ I had a pretty good day…” He kneels down by the bank and finds another stone. “ ‘Course, that changed when I woke up t’ someone grabbin’ me in the middle of the night.” He found a suitable rock and threw it without standing up, only getting three skips. “It was the guy whose wallet I stole- he’d tracked me down an’ brought his buddies for backup. I see one of ‘em pullin’ out handcuffs an’ think they’re cops, so I grab the knife I keep up my sleeve and start fightin’ back. I get in a few good licks before I bolt, even slice the guy with the wallet right up over his eye.” Unable to find any more rocks, he eventually stood back up. “I almost get away, when BOOM! Some big guy in an egg-shaped helmet clothes-line’s me when I’m goin’ down the stairs. I fall down, black out, and wake up tied to a chair in a dark room. Buncha guys start askin’ me questions ‘bout who I’m workin’ for an’ I tell ‘em ‘Hey, if I had a job, ya think I’d be pinchin’ wallets and sleepin on rebar?’- I figured I was gonna die anyway, so might as well go out swingin’, y’know?” He chuckled, watching Dominic throw the last of his own stones out into the water- beating Steelbeak’s best toss and actually reaching the other side. “Nice shot. So, they keep at it for a while, even start pullin’ out guns an’ threatenin’ t’ kill me. When I don’t break down cryin’, the lights come on and this big TV comes outta nowhere- it was my first time meetin’ High Command. Turns out the chump I pickpocketed was one of their top generals and’ they were impressed ‘cause, not only did I manage t’ steal from a general AND take out a bunch of their guys on my own, but it turns out they can’t find any record of me even EXISTIN’- no birth certificate, no social, nothin’..guess my old man never wanted anyone t’ know ‘bout me, for some reason..anyway, High Command offers me a job. Same sorta thing they tell everyone they pick up off the streets- ‘come work for us, you’ll get money, a place t’ live, blah, blah, blah’. Didn’t have much t’ lose, so I signed up. Was too young for the academy, so they just had me shadow my first partner and learn the ropes from ‘im. Officially joined when I was fifteen, got full agent status a year later, and the rest is history.”

Dominic looked at the lighter bird curiously. “Wait- you were only sixteen when you became an agent?”

Steelbeak returned the questioning look with a proud smirk. “Ye-p. Youngest agent in F.O.W.L. history ever. Earned my promotion after that little ‘incident’ with my first partner: High Command figured I’d proved my loyalty and was good enough t’ start field work.”

“……” Red eyes gazed down at the slowly stilling reflections of the lake before, after deciding there was nothing else to do over there, Dominic started walking down the trail again. “I think I owe you an apology.”

Steelbeak followed after the shorter bird, looking down at him with one brow cocked curiously. “I ain’t gonna argue with ya on that one, but I gotta know- for what?”

“For..how I treated you at first.” He was reluctant to do so, but the loon decided he’d swallow his pride long enough to give the other man the apology he deserved (though he wasn’t willing to look him in the eyes just yet). “When High Command transferred me to Saint Canard, they originally told me that I was being reassigned as the apprentice for the chief officer of F.O.W.L.. I assumed someone with such a high rank would be much older than me, probably someone close to retirement looking for a protégé to pass his secrets on to…and then I read your file. The first thing I saw was your date of birth and I thought ‘Wait, we’re both 33?’. I felt so..insulted that they would want to make me an apprentice for someone who was only two months older than me- it felt like I was being demoted.” A frustrated sigh left him as he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing some of the longer strands back briefly before they fell back into place. “Luckily they changed my title to ‘partner’ by the time I arrived, but the whole thing still left a bad taste in my mouth when I was already in a bad mood…and I’m pretty sure it showed in my attitude. I didn’t realize that, despite our age, you had so many more years of experience.” Finally, he looked back up into the other’s dark eyes. “So..I’m sorry for how I treated you when we first met, you didn’t deserve all of the attitude that I gave you- only some of it.”

“Wow,” Steelbeak said with a quiet snicker. “That looked excrucriatin’.” Dominic was about to tell him that, yes, it hurt him immensely to say that out loud, but he was surprised when the other bird’s cocky smirk softened slightly and he looked away while running a hand over his comb. “But…I gotta take my share of the blame, too. I know I ain’t the easiest guy t’ work with.” He sighed and looked back down at Dominic’s inquisitive gaze. “Truth is, I didn’t expect ya t’ last this long, most partners don’t last a month with me. They usually get killed, get on my nerves so much I just let ‘em die, or I get on their nerves so much that they take the first transfer they see- one guy even took a demotion down t’ eggman in the arctic just t’ get as far away from me as possible. I’m..kinda used to them just comin’ an’ goin’ now, so I try not t’ get attached..I don’t even bother learnin’ their names most of the time.” The corner of his beak lifted up in a half smile. “Believe it or not, you’re the longest lastin’ partner I’ve ever had. I didn’t really know what t’ do with ya after the first month went by and you were still here, so I tried bein’ more social but..well…guess the damage was already done, huh?” The look in his eyes was gentle, almost pleading when he next spoke- an expression that Dominic wasn’t used to seeing on him. “Can we just, I dunno…start over? Start things from this week and pretend everything before didn’t happen?”

Pretend none of it ever happened?

The rude introductions, snide remarks, venomous words, and cold glares that made up the bulk of their first month together…The awkward trips to bars and restaurants where he’d blown Steelbeak off in favor of some good looking strangers…That horrible first dinner where Steelbeak had obviously been trying to impress him like he was another one of his usual arm-candy “dates”…The unnecessarily expensive gifts and the inevitable frustration that followed…

To pretend that none of that happened and just start over from this week- to start from that day in the break room where they’d shared a nice meal and had pleasant conversation while toying with the idea of having dinner at Steelbeak’s apartment sometime in the future- that, honestly, was one of the best suggestion he’d ever heard.

A soft smile spread across the loon’s dark beak, the smile instantly easing the other bird’s expression back into an equally soft look. “I’d like that.”

For a while, neither of them said a word, they just gazed into each other's eyes. They’d bared a lot to each other, exposed old wounds (literally, in Steelbeak’s case), and, with just a couple hours of actually talking to one another, had grown closer than they had in the months they’d worked together. In a way, it was a little silly: If they’d just talked to each other like normal people, they could have avoided so many awkward or unpleasant moments and may have even been further along than a first date by now. Well, they couldn’t go back and fix things, but they could definitely treat this as a new beginning and try not to repeat their past mistakes.

Before they’d realized it, they were at the end of the path back at the gate leading out of the park.

Dominic felt his smile fall ever so slightly. He really wasn’t in the mood to leave yet, not when things were going so well..

“Hey, stripes,” Steelbeak’s voice caught his attention and Dominic looked up at his partner curiously, seeing that the rooster’s focus was set on something on the other side of the fence. “You’re packin’ heat, right?”

“Always.” Dominic patted the side of his shirt, right over where he had his guns holstered beneath the fabric.

A smirk that promised mischief spread across the rooster’s face when he met his partner’s eyes, pointing at something on the sidewalk just outside of the park. “Ya packin’ ice, too?”

He looked at the object curiously, a matching smirk appearing on his own face when he found the object in question. Oh, this was going to be fun.

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End Notes: This was probably my favorite chapter to write for this story. Coming up with a backstory for Steelbeak was way more fun then it probably should have been, but I couldn’t resist going all out x3

I also had a lot of fun thinking up what his beak would look like under the prosthesis and drew inspiration from the fact that I’ve had A LOT of dental work done in the past and actually have an artificial tooth with a post drilled into my upper jaw, so I thought about using something along those lines for Steelbeak but on a more extreme scale. I’m actually really satisfied with how it turned out, overall ^.^