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skele-bunny · 5 months ago

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Please anything spicy with Dewther I BEG

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Jealousy. (No CW) Aether/Dewdrop

CW - NONE

Tags: Trans!Dewdrop, semi-publix sex, make-up sex, pussy/cunt/clit/t-dick & tits/breasts used, light-hearted argument

Characters: Aether, Dewdrop

(Divider by @ wrathofrats ! Dew is grumpy when he's not fucked in a while I'm just saying)

"I don't understand why you're so mad at me right now." Aether put his hands out, confused as he watched his tiny mate shove past him with a bundle of cords for his amplifier.

"Hm, shame." Dewdrop simply shrugged, closing the velcro over the bundle to keep it snug. "Maybe you should go find that guy and go jerk him off like you kept promising all night. Maybe that'll clear your confusion."

The quintessence ghoul simply blinked, running through his mind of this supposed human he kept flirting with. The moment Aether realized, he scoffed, going behind Dew and gently touching his waist. "Seriously? That was just part of the whole shtick! You know I wasn't actually being serious, right?"

"Well how would I know?!" The fire ghoul turned around, smoke slowly leaving his mask, but Aether not missing the misty eyes in the far reflection. "Obviously you can do it for others but Lilith forbid you even try to touch me anymore!"

Aether whined, now fully holding Dewdrop's waist and not letting him walk past. "Oh, firefly... I'm sorry, I really am!" He moved a hand to gently directs Dew's chin up to face him. "I didn't mean to make you upset, I honestly didn't... How can I make it up to you, my love?"

A small step forward pressed Dew's chest just a bit above Aether's belly button. "Just... Will you please touch me? I honestly feel like you've been avoiding me, like you don't want anything to do with me. But you're always so excited to do gestures towards everyone else in the pack and crowd."

"I understand, I'm sorry for making you feel that's way." Aether bonked their helmets together. "I can do that, love. If I ever start making you feel like that again, would you be okay telling me?"

"Yeah..." Dew slowly pushed his hand down to gently cup Aether's crotch.

"You want it now?"

"Please?"

Oh, how could Aether say no to that? A long exhale left him as Dew squeezed his cock, fingers dragging over the outline of his slowly growing chub. Taking his mate's hand and moving it under his mask for a quick kiss, Aether led them off the stage, explaining to a stage hand that he and Dew needed to have a moment. The hand simply nodded, assuming Dew having an episode which wasn't too uncommon but still a strange assumption. Regardless.

The two wormed their way into the green room, Aether locking the door before pulling off his mask, face paint smeared and most of it gone from sweat. Dew followed suit, adding an extra to pull his tight bun out with a relaxed sigh. Dew didn't bother waiting, pulling down his balaclava, standing on his tiptoes to bring Aether to his level and smash their lips together. The bigger ghoul reached down, lifting Dew into his arms, legs wrapped around his hips but ass being groped.

Aether pulled back, smile wide. "How in the world could I ignore such a beautiful thing laid out in front of me?"

"Gotta get you glasses, babe." An exhale and Dew was right back on, his eagerness and want showing.

Stepping back, Aether sat Dew on the vanity nearby, the lights giving a small halo to Dew's form. His lips moved down, sucking and biting on his mate's neck, hands undoing each false button and zipper on the uniform until only a pair of boxers stood between him and Dew. He moved back after a long drag of his tongue, shucking off his own shirt and pulling down both his pants and underwear, semi-chub lifted by the band of his boxers beneath his balls.

"Fuck, darling..." Aether's hand moved to run down his mate's thigh then right between his legs to admire the amount of sweat and slick drenching Dewdrop's underwear. "Love when you're drenched."

"Even when I'm stinky?" Dewdrop teased, sticking out his forked tongue with a laugh.

"Oh, most definitely when you're stinky!"

Little laughter rang out again, Dew bringing him back for more kisses. Aether took the initiative to pull down Dew's final piece of clothes, kissing down Dew's chest, stomach, right on his abdomen, before gripping his thighs to spread open. His sweaty dessert laid waiting for him, blonde curls freshly shaved but still showing signs of growing back. Aether couldn't help but whine, seeing Dew had even prepped a bit ago just for him.

"My poor love."

His tongue delved in, drawing an immediate gasp from the other. Aether purred, lapping at Dew's t-dick, nuzzling his nose into his pubes with a groan. Aether has always had a thing for Dew immediately post-show, how his scent mixed in so much, but specifically his cunt drawing in more and amplifying arousal when it made itself know. His lips hollowed around the sensitive bundle, sucking his clit with ease, fingers digging into the flesh nearby.

He could hear Dew's breaths; How they hitched as Aether's tongue would glide over his tip, when his fingers pulled back his hood to his t-dick and blew against the exposed flesh.

"You're so fucking handsome." Aether gasped, fingers slowly sliding to jerk off the other. "Love everything about you. From your head to your toes, you're just made so perfect... Wonderful, for me."

Head pushing in, Dew let out a louder cry as Aether's tongue shoved into his wet cunt. Aether's eyes fluttered back as Dew gripped onto his mohawk, absentmindedly bucking his hips in the quint's face. There was a quick readjustment of Dew's angle, more laid on his back against the mirror so Aether could devour him much more easily. Bringing his hand down, Aether began to rub against his now fully hard length, inhaling sharply and giving his own moan.

Dew's legs trembled, tilting his head back and eyes squeezed shut. It was so... So long since Aether touched him. He decided to ignore the fact it had only been four days. But it was still too long to him. Dewdrop's body seemed to agree, setting him off fast and squirting on Aether's face—Watching him frantically lick more and swallow what's given to the best of his ability. Aether moved back up to Dew's clit, giving another few hard sucks before sitting up, smashing his face against Dew so he could taste himself.

Legs pulling Aether close, Dew sobbed as he finally felt Aether's cock touch his thigh. "Mnph—" He pulled back from the kiss. "Fuck me, please, please fuck me."

"Shh, I am. I promise I am." Aether reassured. "Just want to keep loving you."

Dew arched forwards as his breasts were grabbed, fingers symmetrically rolling the hard bud between them. Aether tugged one, chuckling as Dew whined in response, looking up with wet eyes. His hips rocked forwards, cock pressing everywhere but where Dewdrop wanted, watching Aether hunch over to take one of his tits into his mouth. They were small enough to completely be sucked in, tongue circling the hard bud and biting ever so gently. Fangs grazed before pulling back, giving the same treatment to the neglected breast.

"Aeth," Dew huffed, dragging his words. "Please! Please I'll let you suck me to bed, I'm about to fucking go insane of you don't raw me right now."

Aether hummed, pushing himself up but continuing to lick at the bud. "Promise?"

"Yes, you asshole! I promise! Now put you're dick in me or I swear below I'm going to jump on you!"

"So impatient!" Aether teased, giving a small bite but standing up, stroking his length again and watching pearly white pre slowly drip out.

Adjusting to get comfortable but still provide access, Dewdrop kept his legs opened as Aether pushed his head in which immediately drew out a heavy moan. He continued pushing in, purring as he watched his cock disappear into the fire ghoul's soaking cunt. He moved himself as close as possible before giving a little hump, completely bottomed out in Dew's pussy. He gave a moment to adjust, watching Dewdrop squirm and face get flushed down to his chest.

With a nod, and hands gripping Aether's forearms that rest next to his torso, Aether began to thrust. Each movement brought a new, yet welcomingly familiar, moan from the smaller body. His cunt practically sucking Aether in and refusing to let go, urging him to thrust back in to the heat. The fire ghoul keened and tilted his head back, Aether's eyes watching the body in front of him.

He was beautiful. Neck exposed to allow his full submission, Dew's mouth lax and bottom lip swollen just a bit with a single line of drool going down his cheek. His small chest bouncing with each hard thrust into him, eyes closed and just giving the most sinful—yet holy— noises Aether oh, so adored. How could he be such a fool to deny this incubus in front of him?

Aether moved his hands down to grab Dewdrop's waist, a newfound roughness being slammed in, shaking the vanity enough for the lights to flicker. His cock continued shoving in, Aether angling himself to find the spot Dew simply melted at, whispering success as just a small change upwards gave him that reward. Tail flicking erratically, Dew felt his toes curl as his abdomen kept twisting from all the pressure and pleasure he was feeling. He could feel the quint's knot slowly swelling each time it pushed forwards in, eventually getting to the point of dragging Dew when Aether would pull back.

"Fuck—" Aether let out his own moan, laying his forehead against Dewdrop's. "Can I knot you?"

He simply received frantic nods, Dew's arms going around his neck and legs tighter on his hips. Aether let out a low growl, pushing his muzzle against Dew's bond to nip at it again, licking and sucking. One hand dug into Dew's back, the other in the wood vanity, letting his instincts take over as he rapidly rammed into his mate.

Their moans and breathing mixed, Dew getting more high pitch before outright screaming Aether's name as he came again, pussy clenching and throbbing around Aether. Not too far, Aether's knot locked in, humping like a pathetic dog until he released, letting out a dragged groan as he could feel himself fill his mate. A string of curses left his lips, now holding Dew as tight as possible, continuing to rock his hips as he kept pouring in. Dew pawed at Aethers back, laying his head on Aether's neck despite the uncomfortable position.

Coming down slowly from the high and laying still for a while, Aether took the initiative once again to pull back, cupping Dew's cheeks. "There we go... How are you feeling? Good?"

"Good..." Dew whispered back, letting the rhythmist caress his flushed cheeks. "So good..."

"I'm glad."

A soft kiss pressed between them again, Dew albeit more lazy then Aether. They stayed stood before Aether sat fully up, admiring the sight before reaching to his pants pocket to pull out his phone. Dew grumbled, embarrassment flooding his system as he flicked off Aether's camera once it came into view. He took a picture before a small video, showing his knot still deep in.

He cooed, finished the video and placing his phone back. "This is green room number... What? Twenty three?"

"Much higher." Dew stuck his tongue out, letting Aether pull him up and hold, waddling to the couch and sitting down, Dew relaxing in the new hold.

Claws carefully went down Dew's exposed back, lightly picking at small bumps but ultimately just rubbing. Dew snuggled himself close, tail going around his mate's arm.

"I'm not actually mad at you, I hope you know..." He whispered.

"Oh, I know sweetie. But still, I don't want you to feel like I'm neglecting you. Does that make sense?" Aether tilted his head, ear flapping with added curiosity.

A simple nod. "Yeah, yeah, you and your logic..."

A kiss was pressed to the fire ghoul's forehead, drawing out a purr of contentment. "Can I still suck your tits to bed?"

Dew rolled his eyes, nodding but he couldn't help but laugh as Aether pumped his hand in the air for a 'victory.'

"You're ridiculous!"

"You love mee!"

"Unfortunately!!"

#the band ghost #ghost band #rabrev writing #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #dewther #nsfwriting rambles

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reds-fluff-extravaganza · 1 year ago

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Jax x cat-like!reader

Requested over on ao3! Reader’s digital form is that of a cat with cartoony arms and legs!

No one in the Digital Circus would have guessed that you and Jax would get along, considering you are very cat-like, and cats and rabbits don’t usually get along in nature. However, not with you and Jax, you two got along pretty well since you two are both pranksters, but you two tend to joke and mock each other. The thing is, which is quite unfortunate for Caine and the others, you two occasionally get into little prank wars. Fortunately it never goes too far to where it hurts anyone as you don’t want to actually hurt anyone with your pranks.

Jax had started the first one with the ole bucket of water above the door prank, which you did not appreciate very much, and so began your series of pranks against each other. The others would avoid you two to not get caught in the crossfire, even if your pranks are harmless.

Now you two were in another prank war, which you accidentally started. You didn’t mean to, it just happened! You were just hoping this wasn’t going to last very long, but you weren’t going to just give up, no. No, you wanted him to give up first.

“Jax will not get the better of me.” You would tell yourself as you prepare your next prank. You had to keep an eye out for the smug boy so he wouldn’t ruin your prank. Unfortunately for you, Jax would not be the one on the receiving end of the prank, but rather a very unfortunate Caine who was making sure things were running smoothly and mostly checking on everyone, even if he won’t outright say it.

You were just waiting for Jax to show up, lightly tapping your foot in slight anticipation to what was about to happen, that is, until you heard a familiar voice, not one you were expecting at that moment. Not Jax’s, but Caine’s.

“Y/n! It is always a pleasure to see you!” You went to warn him about your “contraption” but the next thing you knew, the poor ringmaster was covered in glitter.

“Y/n.”

“Yes, Caine..?” You knew he wasn’t very happy.

“Oh (bonk!) kitten, did you end up getting Caine instead of little ole me?” You saw Jax standing in the doorway, trying his best not to (boop!) off.

“I’m sorry, Caine, you weren’t my target! I was trying to get Jax back for earlier!”

“I was wondering what you were up to after that. Saw ya working on something but you wouldn’t let me near it.”

“Yeah, that would ruin the whole thing.”

“Enough!” You two stopped talking and looked over at Caine, who had his arms crossed. “You two are going into… the time out zone!”

“What the (heck) is that?”

“You’ll see in a moment!” And with that, Caine snapped his fingers and both you and Jax were in a room. You took a look around, only to find… it was your room!

“Wait what? This is just my room.” You raised a curious eyebrow before sitting on the bed.

“I can’t believe he put us into time out, over what? A rather funny prank.” Jax crossed his arms and sat beside you

“Yeah, we’re not children.” You shook your head.

“That may be true, kit kat, but I’m not the one who pranked Caine.” Jax looked down at you, a bit of a smug smile on his face.

“That wasn’t my fault nor my intention! I was trying to get back at you!” You gave him a light, playful shove.

“But you’ve gotta admit,” Jax chuckled a bit, “his reaction was priceless! Unfortunately we won’t be able to do that again unless we want to be put into “time out” again.”

“Yeah, that is true.” You lie back, staring up at the ceiling.

“…thanks, Jax.”

“For what?”

“Making my time here more entertaining. If it wasn’t for you and our little pranks, I probably would’ve went a little crazy. I mean, sure, the others are nice, and are fun to be around, but not as much as you.” Jax was actually a bit surprised to hear you say that, but he brushed it off and pats your head.

“Of course, Y/n.”

“Though I think for now… we should call it even and have a truce for now.” You held your hand out to him.

“Fine, fine. Just so we don’t get into trouble with Caine again.” He took your hand into his own and shook it. You then proceeded to pull him down so that he was beside you.

“What are you doing, kitten?”

“Well, while we’re in “time out” we may as well just get comfortable for a bit.”

“You know I have a key to your room, right? So I could get us out of here.”

“Sure, but let’s just stay here for a while, relax, the others have no idea.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Jax shrugged and stared up at the ceiling. “Thanks… for sticking with me, Y/n.”

“It’s no problem, Jax.” You smiled softly and closed your eyes, not falling asleep or anything, just getting comfortable. The two of you ended up spending time together talking, and debating on what kind of shenanigans you’ll get into once you leave the room.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #sfw #jax #tadc jax #jax/reader #jax x reader #tadc jax/reader #tadc jax x reader #x reader #reader insert #fluff #fluff oneshot #x reader oneshot #oneshot #tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader

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artsycrapfromsai · 1 year ago

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Random details on Amaryllis as my Tav and my BG3 playthrough with her:

🌸 she's romancing Astarion, and has no idea. She just thinks he's neat. He thinks she's an insane, weird, bleeding heart, yet somehow that's getting to him. (It was the embroidered art of him). I imagine he falls for her first, and he has no idea what to do about it bc none of his experience works for her. That said, she's going to eventually return his feelings and be a lot more awkward/shy when she does

🌸 she and Gale are nerd buddies who talk for hours and hours about nerdy magical shit, or history stuff, or gods and goddesses, whatever can be found in a book. Probably end up discussing how to send a bear flying at mach speed with stackings of haste and other magical items

🌸 Amy likes Shadowheart and wants to braid Shadowheart's favorite flowers into her hair and have a like a spa day together

🌸 Karlach and Lae'zel both, ah, very bluntly propositioned her and spooked Amy senseless (this is what happens when you have a demi-sexual n demi-romantic OC who gets aggressively flirted with)

🌸 Amy has decided to run, hide, and avoid them for a while bc of this. I imagine when Karlach specifically propositioned Amy at her bedroll, Amy was so startled she immediately started rolling away and right over the campfire, completely ignoring the fact that she was now on fire. (She just misty stepped away from Lae'zel)

🌸 (i imagine Amy ran to Astarion after this, wide eyed and frazzled and going "HELP" lol and after, they hung out in the woods doing embroidery to relax, while Astarion mused on how it's probably a good thing she didn't realize he tried propositioning her too, or else she might have been scared away. Also him musing on how she enjoys spending time with him enough that she'd rather just embroider stuff with him than have casual sex with people)

🌸 Despite that, she does genuinely like Lae'zel and Karlach a lot, and enjoys sparring with both, and making cute plushies with Karlach

🌸 Amy thinks Wyll is kinda silly and goofy, but earnest. She thinks his horns are funny and wants to make decorations for them

🌸 Halsin deeply reminds her of one of her dads (who, coincidentally, was also an 8ft tall, beefy, middle aged nature loving elf)

Speaking of-

One way I'm viewing the playthrough is that Amaryllis from her main campaign got bonked on the head into a coma and got isekai'd, with amnesia, into the game story

A lot of the characters are hilariously very similar to characters she knew in her OG campaign

I think those initial similarities are what drew Amy to everyone, and they're why she was so immediately comfortable around people that she should have probably been more wary of (Astarion), but as time passes that all fades as she gets to know everyone more personally

#bg3 tav #bg3 #amaryllis #text post

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dr-trafalgar-law · 6 months ago

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Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

The morning started calmly enough. You'd woken up a little too early, so you pulled Azul up from the foot of the bed to snuggle. She'd turned out to be very affectionate, especially after being able to remove her e-collar. Wherever you sat or laid down, she was right there. If she could crawl up into your clothes to be closer to you, you believed she would.

As you were drifting back off to get a few more minutes of sleep something shifted and fell outside your window. The loud thud startled Azul and she reared back headbutting you in the mouth. It took a few seconds for you to register what just happened between the pain and Azul's barking. You nearly gagged as blood pooled over your tongue.

Quickly you hopped up and rinsed your mouth out so you could assess the damage. Thankfully your teeth were still intact. Your bottom lip however, was split and swelling by the second. After grabbing a paper towel and an ice pack you sat back down in your bed to calm down. Poor Azul approached carefully with her ears back and licked your forearm.

“I'm ok mama,” you rubbed between her ears, “I know you didn't mean to.”

It was still early as you stood in the break room sipping your cold brew. The last thing you wanted was hot coffee touching your poor split lip.

Law also arrived at the practice before most of the day shift to do some prep before a day full of procedures. He'd hoped to make it to the break room before anyone else to make his coffee in peace. When he rounded the corner, there you were. Coffee already brewed and his favorite mug set out next to Marco's.

You winced, flashing a quick smile at him, “Thanks for the coffee the other day.”

His gaze dropped straight to your lips, “What happened there?”

“You should see the other guy.” You chuckled, covering the wound with your left hand.

“What?” His eyes widened in genuine surprise.

“Ahah-ow.” You winced again, “it hurts to laugh. I was joking. Azul bonked me in the face this morning.”

“May I?” He asked, stepping closer to you.

It was endearing to see the doctors get into their medical zone. You nodded, moving your hand. Your stomach flipped as he carefully tipped your chin up to get a better look. He didn't make any more effort to touch you other than tilting your head slightly left and then right. The contusion was deep purple, almost making the cut impossible to see. You started to feel warm having him so close and focused on your face.

“Think I'll recover doc?”

“Of course.” He blinked and stepped back, “Honestly, it might need a stitch. The cut is pretty deep.”

“Ah,” he watched you shift, “I was going to have Dr. Newgate, uhm… take a look at it.”

Law's brow twitched before relaxing in realization, “So, you know.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, “All of the staff does. We don't talk about it though, don't worry.”

“You two look cozy over there.” Shachi called as he entered the room.

“I was just…” Law trailed off as the redhead swiftly stepped forward cupping your cheeks.

“F/N! What happened?!” He snapped back to the doctor, “you let her just walk around in pain like this?”

Law's eyes widened briefly before narrowing in irritation, “I-”

“Azul headbutted me. Dr. Trafalgar was only taking a look, calm down.” You chuckled, placing your hands on Shachi’s wrists.

Law filled his cup and made his way back to his office while the tech gushed and prattled on. He couldn't believe he'd just done that. If there was one non-medical thing he was skilled at since joining Phoenix Rising - it was avoiding the adorable, charming, doe-eyed receptionist. He didn't have time in his life for love. Especially not with a coworker.

“Well, you never do anything half assed-yoi.” Dr. Newgate adjusted his glasses with his free hand while your chin rested in the other.

“Consistency is something I strive for.” You replied.

“As usual, I won't heal it completely but you won't need any stitches.” He held up his right hand as his index finger ignited into soft blue flames.

“Are you sure your girlfriend is ok with this~?” You teased as he lowered his hand to touch your lip.

Marco furrowed his brow in contrast to the bright blush that spread across his face.

“Hush, or I won't heal anything-yoi.” A devious smirk tugged at his lips, “I hear you and Trafalgar were getting along this morning.”

It was your turn to blush.

“Do me a favor and don't heal Shashi’s fat lips when I'm done with him.”

“I'm almost done, be still.” He chuckled.

The flames of Marco's phoenix devil fruit were warm and comforting. You could feel the sting of your cut lessen as it was healed.

“All finished-yoi.” He declared stepped away from you.

“Thanks doc, you're the best.” You gently touched your lip and gave him a bright smile before reaching for the door.

“I expect a coffee tomorrow as payment!” He called after you.

“You got it.” You waved as the door shut behind you.

The majority of the day passed by uneventfully. Dr. Newgate left early after his last appointment for the day cancelled. After Dr. Trafalgar’s last procedure of the day he appeared in the lobby still dressed in his navy scrubs. He walked over to stand across the desk from you with a few forms in his hands.

You watched his eyes shift from the paper to you, “Sugar -” A bright blush exploded across his face while you looked up at him equally embarrassed.

He opened his mouth again but nothing came out.

You cleared your throat as he looked at the papers again.

“That's the patient I just worked on.. not you.” He murmured, “Can you please scan this and email it to the client?”

“Sure.” You reached up for the paper.

Normally he would have left by now but an awkward silence was building.

“Do you need it back?”

Before he could answer you the front door swung open startling you both.

“Quick please!” A woman shouted as she burst into the lobby carrying a miniature dachshund that was convulsing.

Law didn't hesitate to take the dog from her and rush to the treatment area. You paged for the treatment techs to meet him there and grabbed a premade folder of paperwork you kept on hand for just such occasions. Quickly you took the frantic client into an exam room to get the forms filled out and help her calm down before one of the treatment techs could come in and get history from her.

“I… Google said it would treat his cancer.” She muttered, shakily taking the clipboard.

“What did you give him?” You asked, feeling uneasy.

“I-it said ivermectin* w-would help…” She sobbed.

“Ivermectin?” You asked hoping that wasn't what she’d actually said.

“Yes. The article said it would-”

“How much did you give him?” You interrupted knowing you needed to get this information to the doctor immediately.

“Half the tube.”

“I'll be right back.” You stepped out the backdoor into the treatment area and froze.

The room was buzzing as a translucent blue sphere bloomed around Dr. Trafalgar and the seizing dachshund. His golden eyes snapped to you as he raised his left hand.

He has a devil fruit.

** Ivermectin is a horse dewormer. Do NOT ever take this yourself or give to any pet that isn't a horse!

This is actually something that happened. (Not at my clinic)

Do not give your pet anything that was not authorized by their veterinarian.

#puppy love #one piece #slow burn #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law #x reader #18+ mdni #marco the phoenix #fem reader #closure #lyndsyh24

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heiznx · 2 years ago

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STAINED HANDS — I

∗༝*◦✦ see how far he would go for you, who he cherishes.

BEFORE READING, this contains long, modern swearing, illness mentions, fantasized images of nobility, and implied murder.

|| NEXT▶ ||︎ REWRITTEN || DEAR KUNI ||

Kunikuzushi wasn't born luxurious; the moment he learned of his situation was when he was young and when he had been abandoned in a small town by a golden carriage.

Everyone that were nearby knew that Kunikuzushi wasn't the nicest and that there were rumors of him being a mercenary with a hidden identity, or worse, an assassin.

He only met you by chance. You weren't the brightest, nor were you dim; you were just right, and he was terrified of that.

His reputation precedes him, and he made sure you knew what you were getting into before he got serious with you, made sure you discovered him bloody, and made sure that whatever happens to you won't be his problem.

Convincing himself that he won't care if you don't want to get serious after seeing him in that situation, he convinces himself that relationships were naturally made to be destroyed and that he can handle it without you.

By the time you opened the door for him, he had everything staged, and he was ready for both acceptance and rejection — only for you to laugh at him and ask how his small frame was capable of such a thing; you didn't sound in denial.

"He deserved what he got," you even muttered as you skillfully wrapped his hand with a gauze that you said you coincidentally had. "Very foolish."

"Hah, and you think that way because?" he asked, looking up at you as if everything in him wasn't quaking in fear of rejection. "Are you going to give me your wise words?"

"Shouldn't you know that already?" you asked, scoffing at him. "You wouldn't harm anyone who wasn't rightfully wrong in the first place. You're taunting, you have a shit personality, but you won't rely on physical first."

He knew trust was dangerous—to trust and to rely—yet he still slipped a ring on your finger as a promise that he was yours, though you weren't the type to control.

A commoner's life wasn't filled with riches, comfort, or equality, but he drowned in all those three things when there was this smile on your lips that he stared at, making you say that it was making you feel self-conscious.

As his spouse, you were dragged into those rumors regardless of your frail and obviously weak physique, but you weren't bothered unless things turned physical; Kunikuzushi was the same despite his taunting attitude.

You weren't the best in either attacking or defense; your stats were literally near zero, and you had to avoid physical situations—at least until Kunikuzushi and he'll deal with it if needed to.

You'd cheer him on, and he'd get flustered or scoff at you, might even give you the tiniest and weakest bonk he can and tell you to shut the fuck up, though he was glad you weren't bothered.

"And you never bothered to tell me?" you asked, your arm is propped on the bed to support yourself as you look down on his laying form. "Y'know I could've helped somehow, should I buy us chamomile tea?"

"What makes you think we can afford that?" he asked, looking at you with a small frown.

"Who says we can't?" you asked before grinning a bit. "It's just chamomile tea, we can afford something like that. It's for everyone, not just nobles."

You looked somewhere idly as you started going off, saying, "Perhaps chamomile tea might not help, should I buy medicine too? What kind of scent do you like? We can get scented candles too, what do you think? If it's not enough, we can buy more things… we can use the money we have to get a more comfortable bed for you too, not like we have a specific goal when it comes to spending. It's a win-win for us."

"Why do you call it a win-win?"

It was now Kunikuzushi's turn to prop up his hand to match your current height, looking at you with a frown, to which you only laughed and said, "I mean... we'd both be relaxing and comfortable?"

"Is this bed not enough?" he asked, his frown never ceasing, causing you to smile a bit at his concern. "You're not comfortable with it?"

"I didn't say that," you muttered before just shrugging. "It's not that bad, maybe just a bit sore from work...? I just can't sleep lately, it happens often."

"Probably," your spouse says, laying back down and looking up at the ceiling.

You knew that even if he said that, he wouldn't truly let go of the topic; he was just that concerned for you, though it's hard to get him to admit it.

The thought made you laugh. You lay beside him beneath the blankets, slipping your hand in his shirt and around his waist, making him shudder a bit, but he didn't say anything.

It was just a week later when they realized it wasn't just the usual one; after all, you just suddenly stumbled on multiple occasions despite eating healthily under his watch.

The money that was supposed to go to the comfortable bed you said would be better for the two of you almost went to the check-up he wanted you to go to.

You two almost had an argument about it first thing in the morning: one said it's just something that happens often and that it was most likely the lack of iron, while the other said that it could be something.

Kunikuzushi had to expose you, saying that you'd only feel guilty at the loss of money, but he didn't berate you for it; he said that you didn't need to worry about such things.

He knew it was hard to erase uncertainty, especially when it came to spending, because you two experienced hardship simply for being commoners.

You laughed for saying what he did and for showing evident concern, but it was done affectionately; he made you feel cared for and loved.

"Okay, okay," you laughed, making his expression relax a little for being able to convince you. "Tell me when."

"The day after tomorrow," he said, making you clam up your mouth immediately.

As far as you know, it was already hard enough for commoner doctors since they deal with a long line of patients each day, and there were also the doctors on the noble line; they were all busy.

"You can't just suddenly barge in the clinic and pull the doctor aside to put me on their schedule!" you said, your voice tinted with surprise. "It even takes some a week to be called on!"

"You can if you have connections," he said with a small smirk, to which you scoffed. "It's not that hard to pick and find someone capable."

"Are you boasting right now?" you laughed. "Does my husband want to be told that he's very capable?"

"Just go to sleep already," Kunikuzushi said, making you laugh more.

"Yes, yes," you smiled, loosely wrapping your arms on waist to hips. "Get back home safely, Kuni."

You gave him a short peck, and instead of easing his worries about your health since you agreed to a checkup, he suddenly took notice of your warmth and your chapped lips that looked like they were getting less saturated.

Kunikuzushi couldn't chastise you more than he already did, so he gave you another kiss. He didn't nibble on your lip, but he took his time giving your lips tiny licks that made you want to pull away or squirm

"Drink more water," he said, making you let out a disbelieving breath as you scrunched your face. "Wet your lips more."

You'd follow him if it weren't for the taste of iron when you do; it means he tasted it too, making you feel a bit disgusted.

He notices the face you're making. He chuckles, presses a finger on your forehead, and then reminds you to go to sleep while he's gone and that if you couldn't, there were tea leaves on the cabinet.

You thought it was sweet, and you felt all fluffy inside until he yelled for you to not forget to lock the door, making your jaw drop and yelling profanities after him.

The knowledge you have of Kunikuzushi's work is limited, but you did go to the bar he takes nightshifts at sometimes; you'd sit there and he brings you drinks or entertains you—and strictly just you.

He returns in the morning, where he often just crashes into bed and sleeps, and that would have been what he would have done if it weren't for the old lady nervously fidgeting near his door right after he's on his way home.

His eyebrows furrowed because he knows her, and you know her too, so why were you making the old lady wait outside?

You would talk to her outside or inside the house for hours, and he'd come home to see her off when he returned from work because she didn't want to disturb you two.

"Oh, good sevens!" the old lady exclaimed, her voice tinted with glee yet nervousness. "I was passing by to read the newspaper with [name], and I heard something fall! I tried knocking, but no one was answering…!"

"When did that happen?" Kunikuzushi asked, already walking towards the door to knock on it so you'd know about his arrival. "Did they answer?"

Once you had left the house and you left him locked out of the house without any spare keys, since then you leave a note on the window when you're out.

He looked at the window; the curtains were closed and there was no paper sticking on the window saying you're out of the house, but you weren't answering.

"No, no one answered," the old lady says as Kunikuzushi furrows his eyebrows.

"Goddammit..." he mutters.

He was tired; he just wanted to lay down and rest to wake up at dinner time so you two could eat together, but this situation wasn't allowing him to.

There was this twinge of irritation in him each time you opened the door late to say you slept in, but in this case, after hearing about how unwell you were the day before and an item dropping inside to the point that it could be heard from outside, he'd rather hear that you only slept in.

He removes the safety pin from his clothing solely for this purpose: to pick the lock, not caring if the old lady was watching or if she'd spread rumors about this kind of skill that he has.

Kunikuzushi left the pin on the door as he opened it slowly, both wary and worried on what could be on the other side, but seeing as it was empty, he fully pushed the door open.

Your name left his lips as he looked at the side, no one, but on the other side, lays you near the sink; the water was off, your feet were dry, and there was a wooden bowl beside you.

You've always attracted trouble for being his.

His heart clenched as he immediately went beside you to observe everything better, a hand on your forehead going down to feel your cheek, and his other hand already preparing to carry you up.

He took mental notes of your feverish, unconscious look and what the situation looked like; no matter how much you trusted anyone, he felt his suspicion and hatred for everything and everyone flare up.

Instead of asking help, he told the old lady to go home whilst observing every reaction she has.

Kunikuzushi observes your reaction after placing you in bed; he removes any unnecessary items from you that are causing you more discomfort, tending to you first before trying to investigate.

He made sure you had a cloth on your forehead and looked down to check for any form of reddish rashing of some sort before his gaze lowered at your ankle, which was sprained.

The bowl had nothing—no poison, just nothing—so you were most likely trying to wash it when you sprained your ankle. It's a possibility you hit your head too hard and passed out, but your feverish state could also be the problem.

You've always been frail, but it was never this serious. He had witnessed you stumble, fall, and then laugh it off, but why did he not notice you were sick before he left the house? You just suddenly developed a fever.

He cleaned the dishes on your behalf while also tending to you, performing that well-known method you once did for him, which was to rest your ankle, ice it, compress it, and then elevate.

Just when your consciousness was about to slowly return, your pain receptors screamed, making your eyes widen, and then you looked down at where the pain was.

Kunikuzushi was wrapping your ankle to compress it; he knows you're awake but stayed quiet, not wanting to make thoughts rush in your head as soon as you wake up.

You let out a breath then laid back down, looking up at the ceiling, and you were now just noticing the heat of your face, even your tongue was warm.

He took the pillows on his side, stacking them before placing your leg there, making you laugh a bit despite your hazy gaze, and he glared at you for that but remained silent.

"You should put on a mask, Kuni," you uttered, your voice dry and quiet, but he heard you, and he scoffed before leaving to get you a glass of water. "Okay, how fussy."

Inside, it warmed your heart to know that his mood wasn't good solely because of your well-being, or it could be because he looked like he didn't even rest.

Your mind was able to function better than your body; even your current willpower isn't able to help you at this point, and you feel like cursing your frail body.

How will you come to the doctor's appointment tomorrow at this rate? You feel this need to get better immediately, and as these thoughts race in your head, Kunikuzushi places the glass of water on the nightstand.

"If you have the time to think about all that, what about explaining to me what exactly happened?" he asked, sitting on the bed you're on, making you frown, which looked like a pout to him. "Since when?"

"Won't the better question be how I am?" you asked as you attempted to sit up, but you just grunted instead of actually being able to move your body.

"Better question is: how bad is it?" he asked.

"Ten being the worst, I rate it five," you responded before glancing at the glass of water and then at your spouse. "Hold me up?"

"Talk like that with the others, and they won't understand you," he commented as he rolled you to your side, pushed your legs off the bed, and then pulled you up to sit. "Headache?"

"Don't make me think of symptoms because I might actually end up having them," you said, your head suddenly aching more, making him clam his mouth. "I feel like throwing up…"

"There's a bucket beside the bed," he said, his hand wrapping below your arms as he grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand, waiting for you to part your lips. "I told you to drink more water."

You were about to retort that you did, but he placed the rim of the glass on your lips and tilted it up a bit, and you had no choice other than to drink.

In all seriousness, you can barely feel your body anymore, even writing seems tiring to you, perhaps tomorrow will be better.

You woke up to hear mutterings nearby, one from your spouse and the other from someone you don't know, but you didn't open your eyes, even after hearing the door close.

Your thoughts traveled to wondering if it was his day off because Kunikuzushi was at home, and you concluded that it probably was.

The trail of thoughts you had suddenly broke as soon as you heard something heavy crack together with your husband swearing, making your eyes instantly fly open to check what happened.

"Kuni…!?" you called, and you instantly noticed your voice had gotten better, but you coughed after.

"What are you… go back to sleep," he says, his eyebrows furrowed as he walks towards you, holding onto your shoulders to force you down. "It was just a pot, and I just knocked it off. Don't worry about it, and go back to sleep."

His voice was breathy, and you paused for a few seconds to give yourself enough time to repeat in your mind how he said his words. The seconds were enough for you to notice that there was a certain tremble in it, and that made you feel more worried about him than your current state.

You placed your hands on his, which were on your shoulders, and you were about to ask him if he was okay, but your lips zipped themselves after noticing even his hands were trembling.

"Okay, Kuni..." you said, trying to take his hands from your shoulders so you could hold them with your own. "First of all... breathe."

"What are you saying?" he asked, looking irritated and in a hurry. "I said go to sleep, it's still early."

"Of course I'll follow you," you said as your fingers tried to pick his fingers from your shoulders. "But you follow me too because, Kuni, you're panicking right now, and it's making me feel the same."

You breathe out to calm yourself before you whisper, "So breathe... I'll be here until you're ready, but don't stay too close."

Kunikuzushi wanted to act normal, to act as though he didn't just hear something that he dreaded for a long time; he wanted to scoff at your words and say he was never the one to get sick.

But how could he?

In his eyes, you had always been so smart to predict what he could potentially feel just based on what happened, so you discreetly made a comment back then about you didn't like being the only one in someone's world that was directed to him.

He scoffed at you that day, but he ended up doing exactly that; he made connections far beyond just you, yet he relied all his emotional well-being on only you—he basically couldn't bear to lose you.

Your lips thinned after seeing that his breathing didn't even calm down at all and that he didn't even seem to be in the same world as you.

You successfully laced your fingers with his, but it looked like he was pinning you because of how much strength he has in his arms. You said nothing and remained unmoving as his fingers pressed on the back of your hand.

His breath remained shaky as he buried his face on your chest and then up to your neck, and then he uttered how the doctor he brought for you said how your case was new and only a few had the same, so there were no full-healing remedies.

Each word was forced, and it was as though he was biting back a sob with each syllable; his reaction was making you feel saddened more about him than your state.

His hold left bruises on the back of your hand, and he fell asleep laying over you despite you telling him not to get too close since you were still feverish.

You can't help but wonder if you've always been frail or if some sickness was already developing in your body and you just failed to notice, because you don't remember not being weak.

Something changed in Kunikuzushi that day; if you were being honest, you changed too, but you pretended as if your situation didn't just result in you getting fired from your job despite being talented.

You attempted to do housework, which you can still manage, but you also spend your free time drinking water, writing letters, and then sealing them with wax and dried flowers.

Your worries were different from Kunikuzushi, who worries for your life while you worry about being incapable.

As much as he harbors such love for you, he fears going home; he fears seeing something other than your breathing state, and he fears seeing another bruise on you or blood splatters on your clothes.

He began developing self-hatred towards himself for having better immunity than you do and for being able to do things you can't do; things he used to be proud of turned into nothing but reasons to hate the world.

How he loathed it when you say that you don't know why but you just had no appetite yet you sit on the same table as him, smiling at him as though your time wasn't limited.

You weren't carefree; you knew Kunikuzushi was suffocating, but you didn't know how to approach him without talking too deeply about the topic or accidentally triggering his unwanted memories.

You also noticed how he clenched his fists when he saw you outside the house to try and enjoy nature, and how he held back in reprimanding you for going outside.

"I'm going," he said, and you looked up to him from what you were writing.

He sees how your baggy eyes gloss when he coldly says those words and how your worry is so evident in your eyes despite your smiles, but he just doesn't want to approach the topic yet.

You smiled and nodded, saying, "Get home safe, Kuni, I'll be waiting."

The rumors about him gave him new ideas that he was not hesitant to take in again: the first was for the people he treated as family, the second for a child, and the third would be for you.

He has to keep you alive, even if his hands, which he uses to care for you, are stained red. There may be no cure, but there are temporary remedies that he just needs to be able to afford.

It was starting to suffocate you too; it hasn't even been a week since the doctor told him about it and Kunikuzushi relayed the information to you.

When you opened the door for Kunikuzushi, he didn't even greet you, just rushing in, grabbing a glass of water, and placing it on the table before sitting down.

You were dumbfounded, but you smiled and decided to brush it off, closing the door and sitting on the other side of where he was, but your smile dropped after seeing what was in the pouch.

Medicine was hard to afford, and you two only had extra, but it wasn't enough to afford a single pain reliever, yet Kunikuzushi was taking out at least six to eight.

"W-Wait…!" you stuttered, surprised to the point you got up and placed both your hands on the pouch he was holding on to, making it slam on the table with your hands covering it. "What is this…? This is not part of our budget, we didn't even talk about this…!"

His tired eyes watched you nervously place the remedies back in the pouch as you said, "W-We don't need this! Seriously, we don't need to spend your money on this—"

"'Your'?" he repeats, as if it were the only thing he heard; you didn't even emphasize the word. "What happened to 'we'?"

Since you lost your job, you have been trying to find different ways to earn without your case disturbing you, but you were still unable to find one, and you didn't even have a share in the money anymore.

It was all his money, and you can't tell him you were feeling insecure or undeserving if you say that it belonged to you two.

"Your—because it's yours!" you said, like you were defensive as your mind went hazy on what to tell him before you looked down on the pouch and released it. "Like this—my goodness, it must be yours! I'm so sorry for touching it."

"What?" Kunikuzushi asked.

"You know what… I'll just get fresh air…!" you nervously said, looking away as you grabbed the shawl that's hanging on your chair and then stepped away from your chair. "Sorry again—"

"What... are you talking about?" he asked.

His hands on the table clenched as he tried to take in your actions and your wording; you called it all his, like you were thinking that he didn't do all of it for you.

Every wall he built for the past week started to break just because your actions and words made him think that it seemed like you weren't involved in his life anymore.

Are you just resigning to your fate?

He opened his mouth to mock you, to tell you that you're as weak as your physique, but he placed his palm on his mouth when a sob came out instead.

Your eyes widened when he let out just that one sob. You turned to him and started fussing over him immediately, your hands going everywhere on him: on his shoulders, neck, arms, hands, and then cheeks.

His lips part to tell you something, anything, but everything about your relationship with made him feel overwhelmed like he was a week ago, except he sheds tears this time.

He's so frustrated and so filled with hatred about all the burdens he had to keep; he thought he was protecting you this way, he thought if he voiced his frustration, it would bother you, but it was exactly because he didn't that you misunderstood him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." you muttered repeatedly as you desperately tried to wipe his tears that just kept coming. "I'll try better, I won't place a burden on you, it's okay... Kuni..."

You were misunderstanding the reasons of his tears and he knows you're panicking too, because your hands trembled to wipe his tears and you even resorted to using your shawl.

You looked at him so worriedly, like he didn't neglect you, and you were trying to comfort and pamper him when he should be doing it to you instead, but he needed this.

It took him a while to calm down, his face in your hands, and his eyes felt heavy; he felt like he can sleep while sitting as long as he's reassured your presence was near but he had to say something.

"I want to keep you alive," he uttered.

"Yes?" you asked, sounding a bit surprised and confused because, for you, it came out of nowhere. "Okay... I'll accept that."

"You're stupid."

"I know."

"I don't know why you think that way," he said, his hands going up to clench on the clothes that were at your hips. "You're too humble."

You laughed, "You think so?"

"I know so," he says, taking a breath in before bringing you close, his face on your stomach, and then his shoulders sagged. "…[name]."

"I wasn't trying to invalidate your care for me," you said, your hands moving past his ears and behind his head before rubbing his back. "I can't work anymore, I don't have anything to contribute to what you're doing for us."

"So?"

"So...?" you repeated, confused. "That means I'm basically not performing my social role well, I'll be a dead—"

"No, not at all," he cuts off and you realized your wording. "We didn't get married for that, did we? You're just... really stupid to think that way..."

"Then... That's reassuring to hear from you."

"[name]…" Kunikuzushi whispered, his hold loosening on your clothes as he wrapped his arms around you instead. "I'm desperate."

"For?"

"I want to keep you alive, I want to extend your time... everything..." he breathes out. "So I... did something."

"Yes?" you asked once more, and he couldn't help but gulp despite your calm voice.

"If you knew, you would be so so disgusted," he said, a bitter laugh escaping his lips as he clung to you tightly. "You have values and such morals that you're stubborn about. I don't want to ruin it for you."

You placed a hand on top of his head as you stared blankly, trying to connect the dots on your own so he won't have any problems in trying to tell you about it.

Last time you checked, Kunikuzushi worked on the bar for nightshift, and since after hearing the news about what you had, he was never the same.

He described it as something bad to the point your morals and values were also included; your lips thinned, thinking of one only possible answer.

"Kuni, I only have one question for you," you said, looking down and assuming what it could be he was talking about. "You don't have to explain, you just have to nod or shake your head."

"That sounds unfair," he looks up to you. "But I prefer what you said."

"Alright, Kuni…" you said, your hand leaving his back to place it on his cheek. "Did you take another job, or did your job change?"

Your question was not what he expected, but it was involved in what he wanted to say; he was surprised because he knows that you were unaware that he had picked up a weapon when he was still a child.

It was obvious by his face that he felt the tiniest twinge of suspicion, but his awe towards you was greater; it went away quickly when he thought about what you two were talking about.

He nods, his eyes boring into yours as your eyes looked to the side once before sighing and nodding. You said, "Okay, I suspected it already. You… are very brave for telling me."

"Is that all you're going to say?" Kunikuzushi asked.

He thinks that those words can't be all because he was going against everything you believed in, and you even said that you suspected it already even though you showed no signs of knowing.

You blinked at his question before nodding to say that yes, that was all you were going to say about his confession.

"How do you see me now?"

"Same old," you said, even laughing a bit. "I mean... After all, I did suspect you of it already, it feels like you're only confirming my suspicions."

"Not the answer I want."

"You're not asking me a specific question, so why would I answer you the way you want?"

Kunikuzushi glared at you, and you only laughed; it only irked him. and was tempted to shove the medicine in your mouth and drown it in water, but he held back.

After he had been hiding it from you for so long and may continue doing it, you had no reaction but to just accept it and laugh, but at least you weren't misunderstanding his worries anymore.

"Do... ove...?"

"Say it properly, Kuni," you said, making him feel a bit more irritated, but he's grateful as you press a finger in between his furrowed eyebrows. "No need to be fussy, I just didn't hear you properly."

"You're this on purpose," he said, his grip on your clothes loosening, and your eyes widened at his words as you shook your head.

"I'm not! I really just didn't hear you," you replied, defensively as you pulled your finger back, because this was one of the rare moments when Kunikuzushi needed reassurance and wanted an answer straight out of your mouth. "C'mon, are you embarrassed?"

"You're cruel," he uttered, his eyes closing as he thought all of it over.

The weight of the fact that you had no cure, that there was no telling when you'd last, and that everything he's doing is only to extinguish the pain but not let you live longer.

"Do you love me, even after what you learned?"

"You're dumb if you think otherwise."

He'd bear it all; the thought of you leaving the world earlier than him fills him with pure loathing, but you're still here; he doesn't have to tear the world apart yet.

THIS IS HEIZNX, this title is so stupid but i don't know how to make titles so i'm going to roll with it. i didn't want to copy the entire idea of the song, since it actually had an actual story based on the song. it's just so heart-wrenching and i want to create a scenario of the same feeling that is also akin to the actual song. songfic? sickfic? i'm not sure... IM SO BAD WITH TAGS. trying to hide details in the fic. i ended up listening to orange instead of seasonal feathers. i hate it when things get too long so i wont look at the word count so i wont feel like doing this as a mini series, i put too much scenes. I CRIED TWICE TYPING THIS ITS SO FUNNY. OMG EVERYTHING SIDETRACKED, HAD TO CHANGE THE TITLE, I WANNA DELETE IT BUT ITS A WASTE TO DO SO. i type my author's notes in diff time -- this was rushed cuz i wanted to watch kubz scouts.

#genshin impact #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer #wanderer x reader

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bruciemilf · 2 years ago

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Me again!

Jaime and Jason have very similar helmet designs, so like...

It wasn't easy, but they had managed to subdue Cheetah and Captain Boomerang, which was a team that no one had on their bingo cards for rogue team ups that month. The villains were tied up with Wongergirl's lasso, Cheetah fuming and attempting to hiss around the duct tape over her mouth while Boomerang was passed out cold.

On the other side of the villains, Jason could see the rest of the young heroes who had been called in to help standing in a small circle, laughing about something or other, checking back in on the rogues to make sure they hadn't escaped. His eyes narrowed at tge casual arm Superboy had thrown around Tim's shoulders and the way Tim leaned into his side and made a mental note to corner the half-kryptonian and ask about his intentions.

"Intense, huh? I didn't think you worked well with others, mi amor." He was ripped from his musings by his boyfriend, who had finished some of the clean up and wandered back to his side, eyes bright and teasing.

"We were in the area when you got the call, love. And they're not so bad, really."

Jaime shrugged, self satisfied. "Sure. If you say so. Khaji Da thinks you're an imbecilic oaf who lies to himself to avoid healing with his problems by the way."

Jason reached out and snagged his boyfriend by the waist and pulled him closer, until the armor on their chests touched. "And you?"

He mused for a second, puraing his lips in thought. "I think you're just doing what heroes do. Saving lives and refusing to go to therapy."

"I go to therapy!" He replied ingignantly, to the sound of giggles from his paramour. "You were in excellent form out there, babygirl."

He did not miss the way Jaime shivered at his wods and lowered tone and the ways his gaze became warmer. "So were you."

They leaned in together, Jaime craning up and Jason leaning down, to have their lips meet in a kiss that would no doubt promise a good post-mission date night when...

Bonk!

The two pulled back as their helmets collided, Jason flushed red and Jaime almost definitely blushing beneath his helmet, his flush deepening with the laughter from the rest of the young heroes at their mistake.

"...maybe we should wait until we've changed out of out uniforms..."

"Yeah. Yeah that sounds good to me." Jason dropped his hands from Jaime's hips and stepped back, instead taking his hand. "The rest of you can handle this! Au revoir!"

The two of them grappled abd flew to tge nearest Zeta Tube to get back to Gotham and then back to Jason's apartment to continue the date they were on when they were interrupted.

HELP. GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL OVER THIS.

Tim and Kon. MI AMOR. BABY GIRL???? KHAJI DA ROASTING JASON. IM- JSJSJS

Okay. It's just a bit worse when the batfamilys around. Jason doesn't plan for it. He doesn't. But it's in his nature to compete. He had to prove his worth since Bruce took him in, why stop now?

No, he's not trying to impress Jaime.

Shut up, Dick.

"Little Wing, you literally didn't have to take on those thugs alone."

" He does it cause Jaime's turned on when he gets aggressive."

" I did not!" He yells, throwing a betrayed glance in Duke's way. What happened to loyalty between poets?! " ...Why? Did he say something?"

"Oh my God, --"

I'm not immune to Jaime flying over with Jason's favorite post patrol breakfast, helmet retracting back to reveal a bloody grin and black eye. But his eyes practically sparkle when he sees Jason. " Jay!"

At the very least his siblings feel enough disgusted shame to look away when Jaime locks his legs around Jason's waist, peppering kisses all over his helmet. " Ay, papi, your ribs aren't looking good."

" Tell Khaj to stay out of my business. It's not OUR Injury."

He still hugs Jaime's waist, gentle and careful, even thought he knows his boy's tough and has the scars to prove it. "How about you? You're good, baby boy?"

" I'm always good,"

" We'll see about that..."

Bruce, fighting for his motherfucking life over coms:

#THISSSSS #bestie we should talk hmu #dc #dcu #jason todd #jaime reyes #jason x jaime #jayme #redbeetle #reyhood #jayreyes #dick grayson #bruce wayne #text

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dazzling-raven · 7 months ago

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This got way out of hand. 'Oh, I should write a little drabble to go along with the drawing I'm working on! Ittl be fun!' 6,000 words later and here we are. It was fun, I don't have regrets, but oh my gosh. Massive thank you to Inky Clawz on wofa for being my beta reader/editor. If anyone actually reads through the whole thing thank you for reading about my little guys ^^

It all started with a letter. A single letter. It was a pale yellow in color. Small, and unassuming. It didn’t even have a wax seal. “It’s from your mother. She understands if you don’t open it, but in my opinion it would be best if you did.” The messenger had said, then backed away. At first Chip had been confused as to how she had even found his address, but then he remembered that he and his husband ran what could probably be considered two of the most popular shops in the SkyWing kingdom. Dragons came from all over to try Chip’s wonderfully unique pastries or get cleverly crafted tattoos done by his husband’s talons. Some just came to look at them and talk. It wasn’t every day you saw a SeaWing in the Sky Kingdom, much less an ivory white and orange one. His husband was no different- he was an ‘illusive’ NightWing, and a good looking one at that. If they weren’t head turners already, jaws would drop to the ground once dragons caught sight of their wedding bands. Word of mouth travels faster than any advertisement could, after all.

Chip found himself avoiding the letter for days- he had even considered tearing the letter into little shreds on more than one occasion. However, his husband, Voyant, had noticed that Chip had been acting off as of late. Because of course he did. He had known ever since meeting him that fateful day that NightWing powers were all a lie, but he might as well have been a mind reader with how quickly he was able to catch on to Chip’s emotions. After tucking their adorable little dragonet into bed (and reading ‘The Ten Little Scavengers’ to him for the tenth time) he had trotted into the living room where a fire was already waiting for him. His heart melted at the sight of his husband, who had been curled upon their rug. He had been sketching out a new design, his black, forked tongue poked out between his fangs in concentration.

His black scales gleamed in the firelight, and if you angled your head just right you could see a faint purple shine dance across them. His pearl white underbelly rose and fell with each breath, and the dual crescent shaped silver scales behind his eyes glimmered softly. “See something you like?” His husband asked with a coy smile, stretching out slightly and resting the pencil on the floor.

“Just admiring a work of art.” Chip replied smoothly, walking over to him with a grin. He bent down and gently bonked his husband’s head with his own, then curled into his side. Voyant’s tail immediately intertwined with his, and Chip felt his husband drape his wing over his smaller form. The two sat there for a while, and for a moment Chip let himself go. He felt so comfortable and safe in his husband’s embrace, and he never wanted this moment to end. He listened to his husband talk about his day, but he felt his gaze wandering back to the piece of paper sitting on their countertop. Still unopened.

“Is it about the letter?” Voyant asked abruptly, having followed Chip’s stare. The SeaWing immediately felt like trash for not giving his husband his full attention, but he nodded.

“Yeah. M’sorry about not saying anything sooner, but…” he hesitated, his claws fiddling with the red bandanna still tied around his husband’s neck.

“It’s been hard? Scary, even? Not knowing what’s inside?” Bingo. Voyant always knew how to word things better than he ever could have. The SeaWing nodded, almost wishing he could curl up into a ball and disappear. He didn’t though, instead focusing on his husband’s slow, even breaths as he steadied his nerves.

“I know, it’s silly. We fought in countless battles, rescued Solaris from the talons of Scarlet herself, and I got my legs *burnt by lava* and I can’t even handle a few words written on a scroll.” Chip growled, clenching his talons in anger.

“I don’t think so. We both know what she did and how she treated you. Sometimes words can hurt more than the sharpest of swords or the hottest fires. It’s ultimately your choice, but running away from the ink on that paper and not knowing what she wrote could eat away at you later down the line.” The NightWing said, taking Chip’s talons in his own and rubbed them to get them to relax.

Chip felt the rage seep away from his scales as he took in Voyant’s words. Then he smiled. “Wow, I never knew you were a wordsmith. Hey, which ghost in the room possessed my husband this time? I'd like him back, please! We’re trying to have a serious and emotional conversation here!” Chip said, grinning as his husband’s face went from serious, to confused, and finally mock offense as the SeaWing looked around the room, smiling like an idiot.

“Well Ex-CUSE me, your majesty. If you don’t want my help I'll just pack my things and take our son for a nice vacation. I think the SandWing kingdom is looking for some new visitors. I’ve heard that they fancy poetry that you simply don’t appreciate.” The NightWing said in a faux snobby voice, standing up in a semi graceful movement and walking a few paces away.

“Wait, I- pfft- I’m sorry-” Chip said, his quick apology interrupted by gasps of laughter as he stumbled to his feet like a drunken idiot.

“Nope! You’ve officially missed your chance, Mr. Seastar. Come back next year when the almighty and powerful Voyant is back in town. Then, and only then, you may even THINK kissing his talons and winning back his heart.” The NightWing said, smiling as he lifted a paw into the air and pretended to admire the imaginary jewelry on his claws.

“Mr. Voyant, please! Just one more chance? I promise I’ll make it up to you!” Chip pleaded with a grin, finally steadying himself as he giggled to himself.

Voyant paused as if considering Chip’s plea, then nodded. “All right, SeaWing. What’s in it for me?”

“This,” Chip said, closing the gap between them. He held a talon to Voyant’s face, and guided him in for a kiss. It was clunky and awkward with how the both of them were giggling, but that’s what made it special. “That work for you, Voyant the great and powerful?” He smirked, relishing in his husband’s surprise.

Voyant snorted and rolled his eyes, but nodded all the same. “Fine, I could get used to this.” He said definitively. “Consider yourself forgiven,” Chip grinned, giving him a quick kiss as a little bonus for putting up with his tomfoolery.

The two of them quieted their giggles and sobered up after a bit, sitting right there on their polished wooden floor. They lingered in the comfortable silence for a while, before Chip decided to break it. “I’m going to read it. Do you think you could… stay with me?” He asked, looking at his husband with hope.

“Of course. Let’s go back to the rug.” The NightWing said, standing up and trotting over to their previous spot. Chip nodded, grabbing the letter and following after him. He easily snuggled into his husband’s side, resuming the position they had been in previously. Chip paused as he looked at the scroll in his talons, but unraveled it as his husband gently nudged him with his head.

“My dearest dragonet

Dear Seastar,

I apologize that this letter has only been spurred on by recent events. As your mother, I should have done more to try and reach out to you sooner to rekindle our decaying relationship. I would also like to take this moment to apologize for everything I have ever done to wrong you. As a parent, It should have been my duty to protect and guide you through life. Instead, you ended up taking care of me. I snapped, and you were banished with me by my own fault. It wasn’t right. I have no idea where you are in life. Are you happy? Are you sad? Are you married? Do I have grandchildren? I may never know the answers to those questions, and you have all the rights to keep that knowledge from me. However, as stated above, I am writing to you now to inform you that I don’t have very much time left on this continent. I am fading due to an injury I received near the end of the war. I hadn’t realized how bad it was until it was too late, and I’ve been using my final months to reflect on past events. Funny, how dying makes you think. I would like to talk and apologize to you in person. I’m aware that apologizing to you via scroll isn’t the best way to handle things, but I doubt you’re ready to see my face and I don’t think I could make the journey anyways. If you are willing to visit, I am staying at The Hearthstone Haven in the SandWing Kingdom. It’s in a quaint little village near the coast. I understand if you’d rather stay as far away as possible, however. It is entirely your choice.

Wishing you all the best in your future years, your mother”

The two of them sat in silence for a moment, digesting what they had just read. Chip hadn’t realized he had been shaking or crying until his talons began to crease the page and his tears dropped onto the paper. Voyant’s eyes widened in surprise and he gently took the note from him. “She makes me so *angry*, Voyant. And the worst part is that I know she’s being completely genuine.” He growled, snuggling further into Voyant’s side and hiding his face in the crook of his husband’s shoulder. He hated when Voyant saw him cry, but he didn’t know what to feel. He was angry. Sad. Regretful. Hopeful. Did he want to even see her again? Yes! …No. It was complicated. Chip was thankful that Voyant let him hide away until he was ready to look at him again. When he was, he took a shuddering breath and gave his husband a gentle nudge. “Can we leave this for another day? It’s late and we both need rest.”

His husband’s eyes widened a bit, clearly expecting him to say something else, but agreed nonetheless. “Let’s. You look exhausted, and I bet I don’t look much better.”

Chip snorted, agreeing with that statement. They both stood up and stretched, then walked off to their shared bedroom. Voyant placed the scroll on the simple nightstand that was next to their bed, and they both snuggled up for the third time that night. This time, however, they both managed to drift into dreamland.

Chip hummed to himself as he made everyone breakfast. He had purchased salmon for himself and Voyant that morning, and was now cooking it over their fire. It wasn’t very often that he was able to have fish, and he had jumped at the chance when he found a traveling SeaWing merchant that had been selling them. Keeping an eye on Voyant’s fish (he preferred his raw), he trotted back over to their open kitchen. He wandered around their island to get to their water basin, dipping his talons in to wash them. Once he finished, he plodded over to where he had left his son’s breakfast. He picked up the knife from the cutting board and began chopping up grapes, strawberries, cantaloupe, and other various fruits and scraped it into a smooth wooden bowl. Fruit was also fairly uncommon, but he was friends with one of the few SkyWings that sold it in the sky kingdom. He was always willing (and thankfully able) to pay a little extra to give his son the food he preferred, though he usually got his at a cheeky little discount.

“Daddy!” Speak of the devil and he shall appear. His son bounded over to him, his scales a bright, vibrant gold mixed in with his usual forest green. “OOh, what’s that? OHMYGOSH, is it FRUIT?!” He asked, spotting the colorful food as he jumped onto Chip’s back.

“Woah! Hey, Morning to you, too, kid! Careful, I’ve got a knife. Hey, why don’t you go wake up your Pappa for me? Sneak attack style, like how I taught you.” Chip said, laughing as he put the knife back onto the cutting board. “Once you’ve done that, I’ve got a special question for you. Ok?” He asked, grinning as he tried to turn around and look at his kid.

“Ooo, Ok! I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” the little RainWing nodded, orange and purple now bursting through his scales like fireworks. He began to breathe calmly, the color sliding from his scales like water as he faded seamlessly into the background. His feet were even the colors of Chip’s scales. “Like this?” He whispered, and Chip grinned and nodded. Gold burst through random patches of air before they disappeared again, and Chip felt a weight lift from his back. The only thing that gave him away was the quiet sounds of giggling. Chip felt a strong sense of pride and adoration as he looked at where he thought his son was, then remembered the now quite done salmon on the fire and quickly rushed to get it on a plate. It wasn’t burnt, but it was definitely quite smokey. Chip sighed in relief, walking over to the low mahogany table and set Voyant’s plate down. He’d forgive him for what was about to happen after he saw what was for breakfast.

“BOO!”

“YEOWCH! Ok, message received! I’m up, I’m up! No claws, you little monster. Hey! Ohh, I’m gonna get you for that one!” Chip heard Voyant shout, quickly followed by a streak of gold-yellow as the little RainWing shot out of their bedroom. “You’ve awakened the big, bad Darkstalker! He’s come for you and your soul! He’s going to put you in a stew and gobble you up! ROARGH!” Voyant shouted, grinning as he stampeded over to their son.

“NO! Go ‘way! Can’t catch me!” Their son yelled gleefully, flapping his little wings to gain momentum as he leapt onto the countertop.

“Watermelon, no countertops!” Chip chided, smiling as he watched his free morning entertainment.

“No! I have the high ground!” His son retorted, balancing on his hind legs to make himself look taller. “Go back to the darkness from where you came, you evil beast!” he commanded, stumbling slightly as he pointed at his husband with a small, light gray claw.

“Never! Simple words do not work on the Darkstalker, little boy! Only a true hero can defeat him! ROAR!” Voyant shouted again, grabbing his son by the underarms and bringing him close with a quick movement. “Prepare to be stew!”

“No! Pappa- Staph-” Watermelon said, shrieking with laughter as he tried to push Voyant’s head away from him to no avail. Voyant made an ‘om nom nom’ kind of noise as he pretended to feast on their son, his shoulders shaking with barely concealed laughter.

“Ok, you two. Before The Darkstalker gets full on little RainWing, does he perhaps want to see what’s actually for breakfast?” Chip asked, gesturing to the table with his wing.

“Perhaps he does. Alright, little child. Consider yourself spared and the victory yours. I’ve tortured you enough.” Voyant said, laughing as he settled their son down.

“HA! That’s right! Now go back and give me back my Papa!” Their son ordered, spreading his red wings and puffing out his light gray underbelly with pride. Voyant, a good natured father, rolled his eyes. He followed his son's demands and retreated to his bedroom once more. As he did, Chip snuck around their son’s small frame and grabbed their breakfasts. His husband stayed in their room just long enough for him to be able to set them on the table. “What happened?” He asked, faking being delirious as he looked around the room.

“Pappa! You were possessed by the Darkstalker! You were going to turn me into stew, but me an’ Daddy saved you before you could eat me!” Watermelon cried, running over to the NightWing and doing his best to hug his forearm.

“Did you now? Well, aren’t you a brave little hero?” He asked, rubbing his son’s back before looking over to Chip with a fond smile.

“Yeah! The bestest ever! I’m gonna save the world one day!” The RainWing proclaimed, grinning proudly.

“Well, heroes can’t survive on moxie and pride alone, can they? They need nutrition to get themselves through battles. Like Ironheart, remember? He would want you to let go of your Papa’s leg and get big and strong.” Chip said, chuckling as his son’s eyes sparkled at the mention of his favorite NightWing hero.

“Ohmygosh, yeah! Fruit for breakfast!” His son cheered, releasing Voyant’s leg and scrambling over to the table. He was just barely tall enough to peek his head over the wooden surface, so Voyant went and retrieved the dragonet’s stool for him to sit on. He hopped onto the stool with glee, then dragged the bowl close to him. As the two adults sat down at the head and tail of the table, Watermelon began to do his best to organize the fruit in the bowl before eating it. Chip smiled at this, thankful that his son remembered not to put the sticky fruit on the wood this time. He shouldn’t have been playing with his food at all, but at least this was an improvement.

He looked at Voyant, who just smiled and rolled his eyes before eating his salmon. Chip, though previously excited for this meal, could only poke and pick at it as his thoughts began to wander back to the letter. Noticing this, Chip’s husband looked concerned and tilted his head. “Letter.” Chip mouthed to him, and Voyant nodded in understanding. Chip hesitated before nodding to his son, who was happily sticking the blueberries onto his claws and eating them off one by one. Voyant gave him an uncertain look, but shrugged as if to say ‘up to you.’ Chip sat for a few moments, eyeing his son as he began to pretend his fruit was a bunch of tiny scavengers that he was going to eat and destroy. “Watermelon” he said, his son’s head snapping towards him with wide eyes. “Do you remember the special question that I wanted to ask you?”

The dragonet relaxed immediately before an orange purple mix burst through his scales again. “Yeah! I do!” He exclaimed, nodding vigorously.

“If you had a family member that you had never heard of or seen before, would you still want to meet them? Even if they have no knowledge of you, either?” Chip asked, getting straight to the point. He knew that Watermelon was young, but he was a perceptive little dragonet. He would always surprise Chip and his husband with thoughtful answers or observations when they thought he wasn’t even paying attention.

Watermelon looked thoughtful, humming briefly and forgetting the fruit on the table. “I think so. I could get to know them and we could be best friends!” He chirped happily, then went quiet. “Is this about Nanna?” He asked, blue and a darkish purple overtaking most of his scales. “I heard you talking about her last night.” He clarified when he and Voyant shared surprised glances.

“Yes, this is about Nanna. It’s ok that you heard us, I’m sorry if we woke you. Would you still like to see her? You can say no if you really don’t want to.” Chip said after a brief hesitation.

“I wanna meet her. Even if it won’t be for very long, I still want her to know me.” His dragonet said quietly, suddenly finding the table to be very interesting.

“All right. We’ll figure something out. Why don’t you finish your breakfast? Then we can go play with Tor once you’re done.” Chip said, smiling as gold overtook the unhappy colors on his son’s scales.

“YAY! Ok!” His son agreed heartily, gobbling up the remainder of the fruit before dashing into his room.

“Are you sure about this?” Voyant asked simply, finishing his breakfast.

“Yes. Even if I don’t really want to see her myself, I want to show her you two and what a family should actually look like. Not whatever the hell my childhood was.” Chip said, finishing his own breakfast. Even if he wasn’t hungry anymore, it was still good food that he didn’t want to waste.

Voyant sighed, but relented. “Ok. I’ll be with you every step of the way”

The odd little family stood at the entrance of The Hearthstone Haven. It had taken them a while to get here, with Chip leaving his bakery in the trustworthy talons of one of his squadmates and Voyant’s head manager taking over his shop. They didn’t really know how long they were going to stay - weeks? A day? An hour? So they had taken preparations to make sure everything was taken care of back home. Chip had written to his mother to let her know that they indeed were coming to visit, but not for how long. It was a terse letter, but it had gotten his point across. “All right. Let’s do this.” Chip said, using the pushing open the large twin doors.

The three of them walked the short distance to the receptionist’s desk, coming face to face with a bored looking SandWing.“Hi, we’re here to see Acropora?” Chip said, though it sounded more like a question than a statement.

The SandWing’s eyes narrowed as he took the group in, his black, soulless eyes staring each of them down. Chip could feel Voyant step closer to him, and his son stayed firmly behind him. “Seastar?” The SandWing eventually asked, his voice sounding slow and nasally as he worded out each syllable of his name.

“Yes, that’s me.” Chip said, nodding.

“The others?” The SandWing asked, his gaze flickering to the two unannounced dragons.

“My son, Watermelon, and my husband, Voyant.” Chip said, giving the dragon the most winning smile he could.

The older dragon only sighed, rolling his eyes. “Down the hall and to the left. Her room will have a nameplate. If you need anything from me, no you don’t.” The SandWing stated firmly, promptly going back to his work.

‘Squid brain’ Chip thought, frowning at the dragon before realizing what he was doing. “Yes, thank you!” he said, switching to his much more polite customer service voice before ushering his family in the direction the receptionist had vaguely given them.

“If I ever get like that, please force me into a home and don’t look back. Ever.” Voyant said once they were out of earshot, and Chip let out a surprised laugh.

“Voyant!” He scolded, smacking him over the head with his wing.

“Yeah, Pappa! Stop being mean!” Their son chimed in, his previously light green scales fading back to forest green and the occasional random bursts of gold.

“Me? He looked like he was going to stab us with his eyes! And you think I’m being mean?” Voyant squawked, groaning as his son just laughed at him. “All right, fine. You win! You always win.” The Nightwing said, smiling as he scooped his giggling son up and put him on his back. Chip and his son shared twin grins before he noticed his mother’s nameplate on one of the doors. His smile faded as he took in the sight of the simple oak. It wasn’t anything impressive, but he still felt intimidated by it. He hadn’t thought of what he was going to say until now. Would they cry? Would she sweep him into her wings and never let go? Or would he snap at her, ask her why she betrayed the trust of him? Their Ex-Queen? If it weren’t for him, she would have gotten herself and the two guards just trying to do their jobs killed that night. “Do you need us to go in with you?” his husband asked, standing beside him and brushing his wing with Chip’s own.

Chip jumped a little, having forgotten that they were there, but shook his head. “Knowing you two are out here is enough for me.” He said, smiling as he leaned his head against Voyant’s before taking a deep breath. “Wish me luck?” He asked, claw on the doorknob.

“Good luck Daddy!” His son chimed, scrambling off his husband’s back to give Chip a hug. Chip hugged him back, and Voyant joined them.

After a beat or two, Chip backed out of the hug to take another breath. “Stay out here with your Papa, ok? I’ll let you know if you can come in.” His son nodded, stepping back as Chip finally opened the door. He had to blink to get his eyes to adjust to the light of the room, but when he did one of the first things he saw was his mother. She had her back turned to him, so he hadn’t been noticed yet. The room she was staying in was small, but three medium sized dragons could move about comfortably if they kept their wings and tails to themselves. The room was mostly bare aside from the black carpeted floor and the white walls. His mother was standing at a desk facing the window, reading something on a scroll. Some plants hung on the walls in an attempt to bring some energy to the place, and it did help a little. They were bright and vibrant with life. “Mother?” Chip called, stepping through and closing the door behind him.

His mother jumped in surprise, nearly knocking the scroll off of her desk as she turned around. “By all the whales, does no one know how to knock in this moons-blasted building? Who the- ah.” She said, cutting herself off once she realized who it was. The two of them stood quietly for a moment, neither really sure what to say. For the most part, his mother looked the same as the day he had left her. Same light blue scales. Her underbelly was still the same color of finely ground, pure sand. Her wings were still a quiet shade of gray-blue. Her aquatic markings were slightly darker than the rest of her scales, and her horns were still the color of a cloudy day. The only noticeably different things about her were the blue glasses that rested on her snout, curling elegantly around her horns, and the bandages that were wrapped around her chest, protecting her heart. It wasn’t much, but still something to keep things from getting any worse. “I’m surprised you actually showed up. I know you wrote back, but still. It’s… nice to see you in person.” She said, moving closer before stopping herself. Chip said nothing.

“You’re right. I should not have done what I did, nor said what I spoke. I am owed nothing from you. I was not in the best of places that day, though that is not an excuse. Then you stepped in and threw everything away for me. I should have died in that throne room, but you defended me. You could have just stood by and let it happen, but you didn’t. Ever since he left us, it was a downward spiral for me. I miss him every day, and he makes me angry for your sake. Then we were in the desert. You were handling everything better than most would have, despite everything. But I couldn’t hold it in anymore. It was all just too much, and I wrongly lashed out at you. For that, Seastar, I am truly sorry.” His mother said, sitting down. Her tail curled around her talons, and they were both quiet as Chip processed what his mother had said.

“It’s Chip.” He finally said, stepping away from the door and closer to her.

“What?” She asked, looking incredibly confused.

“What I prefer to be called. I haven’t used the name Seastar since getting put into my squad.” He informed her, smiling a little. He moved to sit down next to her.

“Oh. Ok, Chip.” She nodded, accepting the change as it came.

“I don’t forgive you. At least, not yet. You made everything incredibly difficult. I never wanted to fight for Burn. I wanted to fight for Coral and my tribe. But I do have to thank you. I realize that if everything was perfect, I would have never achieved all my accomplishments. I would have never met my husband, or adopted my dragonet. I’m only here because they wanted to know you. If not for them, I would have torn that letter to shreds without opening it. It will take time, but maybe, just maybe, we can at least make things work.” Chip said, watching his mother’s expression change from understanding to surprise and joy as she processed what she had just heard.

“Husband? Dragonet? Sea- Chip, when did this happen?” She asked, excitedly grabbing his talons before she realized what she was doing.

Chip grunted in surprise as all of his weight was suddenly shifted onto his bad legs, but he quickly masked the strained expression he had made with a laugh and a smile. His mother quickly apologized to him, setting his talons down again. “A while ago. Would you like to meet them? I think it would be best if they heard everything from you and if we shared our story together.”

“That would be wonderful.” His mother said, her dark blue eyes bright with excitement.

Chip stood up with a smile, then walked over to the door to let his family in. “Ok, It’s go time.” He said, and Voyant walked in, their son close behind him. “This is Voyant, and this kiddo here is Watermelon.” He said, introducing both dragons in turn.

“A NightWing! And a good looking one at that. How did you manage to snatch this one up?” His mother asked, a teasing grin on her snout.

“His charm.” Voyant answered simply, sitting down next to him.

“Um. Hi Nanna! I’m Watermelon!” His son introduced himself again, his scales a combination of light green and gold as he bounded up to her.

“Watermelon! Hey, kiddo! You’re so big! How old are you?” His mother asked excitedly, easily matching his enthusiasm.

“I’m two an’ a half!” He squeaked, grinning proudly.

“Wow, that’s amazing! I know where you got your good looks from, too.” Chip’s mother said, gleefully watching her grandson’s scales quickly turn to a light violet.

“Oh! Nanna, look what I can do! It’s really cool!” he said enthusiastically, then concentrated as he studied Chip’s mother for a brief moment. Suddenly, light blue scales washed over their son like a waterfall, and a miniature version of Chip’s mother was standing before them. He was an exact copy of her.

“That’s incredible! A little freaky, but incredible.” Chip’s mother said, sending a stunned glance to Chip and his husband. Both parents just looked proudly at their son.

After a few minutes of watching the two of them interact, Chip finally decided to clear his throat to get their attention. “All right, we can pick this up at a later time. Why don’t I get us something to eat and we’ll talk over dinner?” He asked,and his mother nodded.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea.” His mother said, nodding. “I know the cutest little places to eat, but I was thinking that I could treat the three of you. You came all this way, after all. Is that all right?” She asked, tilting her head.

Chip perked up in surprise, and after sharing a glance with his husband, nodded. “All right, show us the way”

The four of them talked throughout dinner. Then some more. Then they got kicked out by the grouchy restaurant owner who just wanted to close up for the night and head home. Chip and Voyant talked, and both of them decided it would be good for them and his mother to stay and help take care of her. There were high days, and there were low days. But Chip could tell that his mother really was trying, and he genuinely appreciated it. In turn, Chip tried as well. While it would never be the same as it was before, it was something new. Maybe that was for the better.

He could tell, however, that she didn’t have much left in her. They all could, even Watermelon. That’s why they made every day an adventure. Something fun. Even when it rained and no one wanted to go out, there they were. A family of oddballs dancing in the rain and splashing in puddles. Then they would all go back and dry off, curl up together, and read a cozy book.

“Chip,” His mother said one day, when it was just him and her. When he looked at her, she continued. “I want to thank you. You’ve made the past few months amazing for me. Some part of me was afraid that I would have no one in the end, but here you are. You’ve given me the chance to have a family again. I thought I had lost that forever when we were separated by Burn. I am eternally thankful that you decided to give me a second chance and not give up on me.”

“I definitely had to sit on your letter for a while. But Voyant and Watermelon convinced me to see you, so you should really be thanking them. But I am glad to be here, and I can tell everyone else is, too. What’s this about?” He asked, tilting his head.

“The drawer. Open it, and you’ll find your answer.” Chip did as he was told, and his heat sank. But then he kind of chuckled to himself as he continued.

“I see. Are you sure you want to be set on fire though?” Chip asked with a grin, and his mother nodded.

“Going out in a blaze of glory. I think the dragons of old had some pretty neat traditions, and that’s how I want to be remembered. Forget being buried, this is way cooler.” Chip’s mother said, matching her son’s smile.

“Ok, I’ll see what I can do.”

Chip sat on the beach, tears dripping down his snout. His mother had passed away hours prior, and his heart was tearing itself to shreds. He had forgiven her a long time ago, but he had only told her on her deathbed. He watched the ‘boat’ sail away, Voyant’s flames blazing brightly. His mother had wanted a warrior’s burial. She had read in old scrolls that there was once a tradition amongst one of the tribes to send their dragons out to sea and a family member would light the boat on fire. Their soul would rise with the flames, and their body would reunite with the ocean. Obviously Chip was unable to do so, but Voyant had complied at his mother’s request.

Even though he had known this would happen, it still hurt. Perhaps it would have hurt less if he hadn’t showed up at all, instead choosing to stay home and continue running his business like there was nothing wrong. But Voyant would have been right. The letter would have eaten him up from the inside if he hadn’t even touched it. His son would have never gotten to meet his Nanna. Even though he hated seeing the blue on his son’s scales, he could still see patches of gold in them. He was upset, but enamored by the sight in front of them and comforted by the memories they had made. Voyant was sitting beside him, watching the flames eat away at the odd structure.

Ultimately, Chip was glad he had opened the letter.

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jae-bummer · 2 years ago

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More Than You Wanted

Request: HALLO MY DEAR! Welcome back to writing 💛 May I HUMBLY request either 7 or 9 (or both cause we all love that hurt comfort spice) with the one and only Mr. Kim Mingyu? He's moved into bias zone, I am ASHAMED /s

Prompt:

7) "Doesn't matter what happens...if you call me, I will always answer."

9) "I don't want them. I want you."

Prompt list can be found HERE.

Pairing: Seventeen Mingyu x Reader

Genre: Angst/Steamy

The carpet in your apartment building was disgusting. Covered in dirt (at least you hoped that's what the stains were) and always kind of moist, you avoided contact with it at all costs. But now, you were sitting on it. Slumped against the wall behind you with your head in your hands, you were sitting on the world's dirtiest carpet and crying.

It had been approximately two hours since you had contacted your building's repair man, and an hour since you talked to anyone in management. You had locked yourself out and were completely exhausted. All you wanted was to lay down and maybe binge watch your favorite drama. You hadn't signed up for enrichment time outside of your enclosure today.

Cringing as the idea came across your mind, you looked helplessly down at your phone. It would be just so easy to text your ex-boyfriend. The two of you had never met up to exchange each other's things, so he still had your key.

Taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly, you lifted up your phone and scrutinized the battery life. It was running below 10% at this point, so if you were going to do it, you needed to suck it up. Scrolling almost to the bottom of your saved text messages, you found Mingyu's name and tapped.

you busy?

That was safe, right? You didn't want to make him worry and you certainly didn't want to inconvenience him. You had done enough of that in your past relationship.

You weren't surprised when you saw typing bubbles appear before you had even locked your phone. Of course, he was going to be hyper available during your crisis.

Depends. What's up?

What a terrible non-response.

i was wondering if you could stop by and drop off my key?

Want me to bring the rest of your stuff?

not if it's not already with you...

"Why would it already be with him?" you muttered. "Please use your one active brain cell before you hit send again."

i just really need my key

Contrary to what you may believe, I have no plans to break into your apartment. Can I drop it off at the end of the week?

You groaned, leaning back and lightly bonking your head repeatedly on the wall behind you.

Resisting the urge to reply with "that's fine" and leave your fate in the hands of your apartment complex, you quickly typed out a message.

i locked myself out of my apartment.

Give me 10 minutes.

Breathing a momentary sigh of relief, you commended yourself. Texting Mingyu had not been easy, but it was a necessary evil for your own mental well-being. Surely you could play nice for approximately 45 seconds while he handed you your key and walked back down the stairs. You had 45 seconds worth of gratitude in your system, didn't you?

Closing your eyes, you tried not to think too hard about seeing him again. Naturally, that had the opposite effect, and you began dragging out memories that you hadn't touched in weeks. Your relationship had started out innocently enough. You had been an English tutor for the entertainment company that Mingyu was signed to and tutored him weekly. After spending hours upon hours with each other, a natural closeness formed between the two of you. While yes, you had been close to all of the artists in one way or another, something with him was different. It was something warmer, something more incendiary.

You found yourself actually paying attention to how you dressed or how you styled your hair. Starting to become overly interested in your personal appearance likely should have been a red flag. You knew better than to start anything with an idol.

Against your better judgement, your sessions quickly turned into flirting for hours. Mingyu was incredibly smart, so it wasn't a surprise when he was ahead in his English lessons. With the spare time, you got to know each other. Finally, one day he asked you out for dinner.

With time, the two of you had become inseparable. That was until the company found out about the burgeoning relationship. It only took days for them to threaten Mingyu until he said he couldn't see you anymore. It came as no surprise that a few weeks later, they had alienated you so entirely that you put in your notice.

"Stupid," you muttered to yourself. "How could you have been so stupid."

"People forget their keys all the time, Y/N," you heard a familiar voice say above you. "Do you know how often I lock myself out of places?"

"But you have twelve other people to rely on," you sighed, opening your eyes. "And I have...well, you."

Mingyu looked down, a sad smile playing over his lips. God, why was he allowed to look so good? You could tell he had showered only minutes ago judging by his damp hair. He had thrown on a pair of fitted joggers and a t-shirt. It should be against the law to make casual wear look so expensive just by being hot.

Using the wall as leverage, you pulled yourself up to stand. "Thanks for doing this. I didn't mean to disrupt your whole afternoon."

"Don't" he said softly, shaking his head. "Doesn't matter what happens...if you call me, I will always answer."

He dug around in his pocket, producing the pink Hello Kitty key you gave him ages ago. It looked so small in the palm of his hand.

"Well anyhow," you said quietly, taking it. "Thanks."

He nodded, signaling the end of the conversation. You went to turn away from him but paused. He wasn't moving.

"Y/N, this whole thing" he motioned between the two of you. "When did this happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"When did we become strangers?" he sighed. "Because honestly it is hurts so bad."

An unknown feeling of annoyance bubbled up to the surface. "Mingyu, you broke up with me."

"You had to have known that it wasn't really me," he whispered, looking away. "I didn't have much of a choice at the time."

"Whether you did or not, we knew it wasn't going to work out in the long run."

"Don't say that!" he snapped. "I loved you...I still love you."

"Mingyu," you said quietly, deflated by his reaction. "You have millions of people out there wanting you. You're an idol. If your company discourages you dating noncelebrities, that is what it is."

"I don't want them. I want you," he said hoarsely. Stepping closer, he took your face in his hands.

You could feel tears beginning to gather at your lash line. "Mingyu-"

"Let me talk to them. The management team and everyone above and in between. Let me fight for us like I was too scared to do before," he whispered.

You tried to shake your head, but your face remained caught. Reaching up and placing your hands atop his, you sighed. "I wish it were that easy."

"It's not easy at all" he said, furrowing his brows. His eyes searched yours. "Nothing about love is easy. Nothing worth fighting for is easy."

"Mingyu," you whimpered, tears starting to fall. "I just wanted my key..."

"Yeah, well," he breathed. "You're getting more than you wanted for once."

Before you could clock his advancement, Mingyu's lips were on yours. You felt your tears falling even faster as you reached to grasp the fabric of his shirt. Because of you, the kisses were much wetter than normal, but it didn't stop his urgent need. He was manic with his movements; afraid you may slip away at any point. After every labored breath, his lips found yours again and again. Biting, licking, groaning against your mouth, you thought you would simply unravel in the dingy hallway.

Eventually the two of you had to take a break, all of the emotion was just too much. His hands sliding from your face and resting on your hips, he looked down at you, his expression hopeful.

"Why don't you come inside?" you asked nervously, unsure of what would happen moving forward. "We can talk."

"Sure," Mingyu nodded, a genuine smile spreading across his lips. "I'd like that very much."

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