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thisgirlnamedblusy · 5 months ago

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Hello, this might be unusual but can you make a story about the reader x Donna. Reader a BSAA agent(a great soldier) she is a member of the Hound Wolf Squad and is task by Chris Redfield to infiltrate the village and annihilate any BOWs. She ended up getting captured because Miranda knows she here. They had a meeting on what are they gonna do to her and Miranda said that Donna should take her. Donna took her to the manor, reader found the whole olace creepy but as soldier she quickly plans to escape. She observe the house, investigate it, she did everything to get information about the Lords especially Donna because her mission is to kill them. In Donna's POV she hates her, because she infiltrated her village, and she knows that she's going to hurt them especially Miranda. Weeks later nothing happened, a miracle happened because the two had gotten close. Donna hates that she's falling in love with her. The truth is that she has orders to kill Reader but now she couldn't do it because her heart says so. Reader got a message that they are going to attack and she prepared secretly but was conflicted because she cares for Donna and doesn't want to hurt her. Reader help her squad kill all of the monster, most of people is gone in that place. Reader goes to Donna's house to kill her but found her sitting on her chair without her veil on, she's crying because she felt betrayed and hurt, she also confess her feelings for her, reader points the gun at her but her hands are shaking but then she threw the gun away because kisses her and confess her own feelings. Reader persuaded her to come with her in the outside world where she lives, Donna didn't hesitate. After the mission at the BSAA HQ reader convinces the higher ups to not execute Donna, she made a deal that they can still observe Donna for precautions but gets to live with reader. Donna experience the outside world and loves. She and reader happily live together.

Note: Additional information

Reader lives in a apartment in New York.

Donna's scar was removed by the professionals at the BSAA because she begged them to.

While they live together, reader tells her all of the things she needs to know about living outside the village, the technologies, and etc

Yess!!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like and sorry for the delay, and for the language mistakes!!! :))))

Outside the village

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, BSAA agent! Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Word count: 7.196

Summary: You have a job to do, but you were not capable...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

Another day, another day you were locked in that place. It didn't matter how many times you had tried to escape, how many ways you had tried to get rid of your captor. You simply couldn't run away, and little by little, you began to lose hope.

You weren't just anyone. You weren't a damsel in distress. You were supposed to be able to escape, to face every possible danger. That was your duty as a BSAA special agent, as a member of Chris Redfield's squad.

Your mission was simple, perhaps too simple: infiltrate that mysterious village, testing ground for someone who called herself Mother Miranda, and study the place.

It wasn't like your other jobs, biological weapons were everywhere. You had to fight to survive in a place like that, but you couldn't. They caught you.

That sinister priestess and her four loyal servants judged you, thinking about what your fate was going to be. You could have died in many ways, but you didn't. Apparently that fungic witch thought it would be fun to leave your life in the hands of her sinister Lords. They all screamed, almost fought to possess you, to torture you.

Sometimes you would have preferred to be the main ingredient in the castle's wines, or to be turned into a metal monster. That was much better than your uncertain fate, in the hands of the strange woman in black and her puppet, in the hands of Donna Beneviento.

Your life, your fate was entrusted to that woman with a veil on her face, that silent woman, apparently calm, the complete opposite of her maddening puppet. Even at first you thought it was a joke, but you remembered the monsters resembling terrible werewolves, and you realized that it was not.

You weren't chained, or locked in a dark, small basement. No, you were free, or almost. Your training made you run away as soon as you set foot in that creepy mansion, but it didn't take long for you to realize that you couldn't, you just couldn't.

Surely due to the pollen of those horrible yellow flowers, in conjunction with those strange powers that Lady Beneviento possessed, you were unable to leave the house. Monstrous creatures, traumatic episodes from your past, all that stuff awaited you behind the wooden doors. You knew they weren't real, but the irrational fear they caused you, was.

Giving up on your escape attempts became your best option. Furthermore, it could be a good opportunity to learn more about those people, about that mysterious lady in black. If you found a way to get that information to your squad, you could surely be satisfied with your work.

You found nothing in your research, nothing relevant, just a portrait of a beautiful woman, who was probably your own captor, and hundreds of books that talked about the properties of plants.

If you had to describe that woman in black, the only word that came to mind was: ghost. Yes, she was like a ghost, like a shadow that followed you in the darkness, but she couldn't catch you. You only saw her during the hours when your stomach was protesting hunger. It didn't make much sense in your head, why feed your enemy?

For days on end, you tried to get any words out of her mouth. You screamed, you cried, you even begged, nothing. Only the puppet, Angie, seemed to be able to communicate with you, and she didn't exactly say nice things. Your curiosity and interest seemed shared. That black shadow that you thought you imagined was there, watching you, watching over its prey, but without interacting, without running towards you and devouring you without mercy.

After several weeks of failed conversations, you decided to give up and not try anymore. If you wanted to know anything about Donna Beneviento, you would have to find out on your own.

“Okay, let's see,” you said, searching that dark office. Your probation wasn't so bad after all. You were almost free, almost.

Your hands ran through the dusty books on the shelves. Nothing interesting, just books about plants, about their alkaloids. It seemed like a dead end, just like your life was at that moment.

You sighed listlessly, wondering like every night, if Chris and the others were looking for you, a mantra that you repeated over and over again so as not to break down.

Your fingers noticed something different between them, a book that seemed different from the rest, without a title, without the hard cover that its companions had.

With a frown and a small glance around you, to avoid black shadows, or spy puppets, you took out that small, old book, studying its flowery cover.

“Donna Beneviento, 9 years old,” you read on the small sticker on the cover. A triumphant smile appeared on your face, but it faded as soon as you turned the pages.

It looked like a little girl's exercise book; mathematical operations, sentences with excellent handwriting for such a little girl, nothing useful.

“Wait...” You whispered when you reached the last page. Moved by your curiosity, you approached the desk, to the small light that illuminated the room. It seemed that the writing was more improvised, not as careful, but it was the same handwriting, the same words in Italian that you deciphered little by little.

The farmer's daughters have picked on me again. They say I'm a monster. Josef told me that nothing was wrong, that I could connect me with the other children. Lie, lie, lie.

I will never be like the others, not in this way. I don't want to, I can't talk to them, I only have Angie, she's the only one who doesn't laugh at my scar, she's the only one I can trust. Josef always says that she is good, and that she takes care of me. Angie helps me to talk to him. She helps me not to feel alone.

I miss my parents...

“Wow... A scar? Is that why you don't let yourself be seen?” You asked quietly, blinking, looking for a second part of that improvised diary.

“What are you doing, stupid stranger?!” The puppet's screeching voice interrupted your investigation, climbing towards the desk, closely followed by the lady in black, who lunged violently towards you, snatching the book.

“I, I'm, I'm sorry, I was...” You stammered fearfully. It was not common to see Donna so unhinged, with her breathing so labored. She stepped back, holding the book tightly to her chest.

“Stupid!” Angie shouted, annoyed, speaking for her owner, who was still trembling with fear. You were supposed to be the one who should tremble.

You didn't know if that was the final moment of your life, if your curiosity surpassed an invisible line that made the lady react, in the worst possible way. But no, you couldn't die, you had to survive, you had to reunite with your squad, you had to come back home.

In such a tense scenario, there was only one thing you could do. Violence would be of no use to you, you had nothing to do against those hallucinations. You would have to try... To reason.

“Oh, hey, no, nothing's wrong...” You murmured when you heard sobs behind that veil, surely due to the intrusion into her personal life, into her apparently painful childhood. “You know, children also laughed at me at school.”

Your words barely had any effect on her nervous breathing. You were going to die.

“Shut up, you stupid gossip stranger!” Angie rebuked you.

“It's, it's true,” you said, taking a breath, facing a fight you couldn't win. “I know what it’s like, really.”

The lady in black shook her head, but she made no further attempt to back away. Maybe she was listening to you.

“I don't believe you,” Angie said, with a different tone, with that tone that wasn't Angie's, but Donna's. “You are a liar, you want to deceive me.”

“No, no, I...” you said, putting your hands in a position of surrender, trying to empathize with your captor, with the woman who sustained your life. “I always played with the boys at recess, I never liked things… Let's say girl things. Maybe, maybe I didn't have any physical defects but... I was still the weirdo in the class.”

That explanation changed something. The sobbing stopped and her grip on the small book lessened.

“You have no idea...” A hoarse, soft, and unfamiliar voice whispered. You looked askance at the doll, it hadn't been her. Donna had spoken. “You don't know what it's like to be terribly alone!”

Those screams made you cringe. Well, you had gotten her to talk, but that wasn't a particularly good thing.

“Maybe I know,” you said with more confidence, with the security that moving her consciousness produced in your body. “You don't know me, Donna.”

“And why would I want to know you?” She asked, still upset. It was a strange question, almost as if she really wasn't able to understand the conversation. “You are my prisoner.”

“Well then you should chain me and lock me in some dark room, because as long as I'm still standing, I will look for a way to escape and rest assured, one day, I will defeat you and your entire cult.”

“I will never let you go,” she whispered in a dark, menacing voice. You didn't shrink that time, you stood up to her, nodding, crossing your arms.

“I find it very ironic that someone who says has suffered so much, causes that same thing in people. I don't pity you, Donna, you're not better than anyone, you're a... A monster.”

“Do you think so?” She asked, sobbing again, terribly offended by those words, by that same insult that she suffered in her childhood.

Your expression softened. No, you couldn't use those weapons against her, it wasn't fair. Suddenly your childhood, the mocking laughter of your classmates passed through to torment you for your mistake. You sighed and closed your eyes.

“Actually, I don't think so,” you said in a whisper, trying in vain to forget your harsh words. “At least you are the one who feeds me and I am not your food.”

She calmed down, nodding, but her sobs betraying her sadness.

“Do you like being here with me?” She asked with a different tone, playing with her hands. Another question seemingly out of context, for which you had no concrete answer.

“I don't... I don't know what to say to that. I’m your prisoner, you said it,” you answered honestly.

“Would you prefer to be the prisoner of one of my siblings instead of mine?” Donna asked again, with a strange curiosity, taking a step closer to you, as if her mood had suddenly changed.

“No,” you sighed, shaking your head and remembering that strange judgment and those aberrations produced by the fungus.

“Maybe you'd like to have dinner with me, so you can tell me more lies about your childhood,” she told you ironically, making you widen your eyes.

Well, it was progress. If you got along with your captor maybe... No, (Y/N), you weren't going to get out of there.

You nodded and followed her out of the office, towards a dinner that was anything but quiet.

Contrary to what it seemed to you at first, that dinner marked the beginning of an even stranger stage. Donna was no longer a shadow that stalked you in the darkness. She was there, with you, keeping you company, having tea with you, as if you were a visitor, a distant relative who had come to visit her.

It was an unusual relationship, but it was a relationship. Maybe you were getting too used to those conversations. At night in the darkness of your room, the portrait on the staircase appeared in front of you, moving something inside you, a feeling that you repressed again and again. No, you couldn't begin to feel those things, you didn't want to feel something for that woman, you couldn't.

Donna seemed different too, sometimes wanting to talk, sometimes running away from you mid-conversation. It was like something was torturing her, almost like… Like she felt the same as you. No, it wasn't possible, she didn't feel it, you didn't feel it, you couldn't.

After a couple of weeks, routine came into your life, almost as if you had forgotten why you were there. You lived with Donna, in her house, you ate, you laughed, you had everything you needed to forget about your old life and you had... Well, you had a strange woman by your side, for whom you felt equally strange things.

One night, when you were drinking tea in silence, a silence that was becoming more and more comfortable for you, a horrible sound of a ring interrupted.

“Phone, phone...” Angie hummed, to which Donna snorted, standing up from the couch and looking at you from under her veil before disappearing down the hallway that led to the elevator.

Why would she want to go down to talk on the phone? There was one on a nearby table. What would be so important that prevent you from hearing it?

Your BSAA instincts woke up after that curious hibernation caused by your captor. You had to know who was on the other side. Surely it was important to your research.

Making sure there were no puppets on the sight, you got up, leaving that book you were reading on the table. The phone kept ringing and your chance to listen was very close. Carefully, waiting for Donna to reach the device below, you picked it up, making as less noise as possible and controlling your breathing.

“Donna, I’ve heard that the girl from the BSAA is still alive,” an evil voice, which you recognized instantly, made you almost give away your presence. Miranda.

“Yes, Mother Miranda, she is still with me,” Donna responded, with an unusual tremor in her voice.

“Oh, Donna... Why is it so difficult for me to get you to follow my orders?” The priestess reproached, which made you frown.

“I was watching her, Mother Miranda, I don't think she represents a trea...” The lady in black said, stuttering. Your brow furrowed even more. She wasn't supposed to say that, right?

“Shut up! I don't have the mood for your nonsense, Beneviento. Are you so stupid that you don't even know how to kill that girl? Or are you playing with her?” Miranda said, with an annoyed tone, which made a knot settle in your stomach.

“No, Mother, (Y/N)...” Donna muttered, confused and terrified.

“(Y/N)? Since when is that nosy stranger (Y/N) to you? Donna, you're making me angry, and you don't want that, do you?” The witch interrupted again, making the lady sob again.

“No, Mother…”

“Well, stop being stupid and finish your damn job. I want that bitch dead tomorrow, you hear me?” The blonde threatened, making a shiver run through your body.

“But, Mother, I...” Donna protested, confusing you even more.

“No buts, Donna! Oh, this is the last time I trust a nutcase like you a job. I'll go do the work myself,” Miranda hissed.

“No, no, please, Mother!” Donna screeched, making you pull the phone away from her ear. “I, I will do it, I’m not going to fail you”

“Are you sure?” The witch asked, with a tone that betrayed an evil smile.

“Yes, Mother,” Donna said. “I will finish her right now.”

After that last sentence, the phone was hung up and your nerves began to make your body tremble.

At what point did you feel sorry for that woman? You shouldn't do it, she was the enemy, a dangerous madwoman, a... A monster. Your heart beat furiously, hurt to see what she was really like. She never cared about you. She never felt the same as you. She was going to kill you.

But once again, your survival instinct acted in your place. It didn't matter how horrible the images from your past, those hallucinations, were. You would have to escape, or you would die, or she, the woman you were beginning to love... Love, yes love, was going to kill you in favor of her Goddess. You were never more than a prisoner.

Before the noise of the elevator made you react, you were already walking towards the exit, closing your eyes as you opened those doors, waiting for a horrible landscape in front of you. There was nothing, just the snow glistening in the moonlight. You were free. Surely Donna hadn't found out, she hadn't paid attention to keeping you. It was your last chance.

Looking at that estate for the last time, feeling the dagger of irrational betrayal in your back, you ran away, crying for that stupid disappointment, for that love that you lost without even wanting to feel it. No, she wasn't Donna, she was a monster. You shouldn't love a monster.

When you arrived at that ominous clearing, next to those disturbing tombs, your haste and disorientation made you trip over something, or rather, someone.

“Shit,” you said, as you fell into the cold snow, when the cold of your disappointment and your feelings materialized in the form of frozen snow on your face.

You turned around, keeping some of your cool. You had to escape, Donna didn't love you, she would kill you.

That unknown figure took shape before your eyes. It wasn't a tree, nor a grave. It was a person, a uniformed person that you soon recognized.

“My God…Oliver?” You said, discovering the badge that dead soldier was wearing on his chest. He was your partner, not your best friend, but your BSAA partner. “But, but, what are you doing here?” You asked, searching his body.

“Alpha to Gamma, I repeat, Alpha to Gamma, the target has been annihilated. I had nothing to do, over...” A voice came from the soldier's walkie-talkie. You couldn't help but smile when you recognized it. Chris, it was Chris.

“Chris? Chris is that you?” You asked, pressing the button. If you could contact him, it meant he was in the village, they had come for you, or so you thought.

“Who are you?” Your boss asked, suspicious, as always.

“My God, Chris, it's (Y/N)” you responded, elated, happy because your hopes of getting out of there were getting closer and closer.

“(Y/N)? No, it can't be possible, confirm your unit code for me,” he demanded, making you snort, always looking at the door of that elevator, making sure your death wasn't close.

“Fuck...” You muttered, tired of formalities. “2141994X,” you said loud and clear, causing a sigh of relief to be heard on the other side of the walkie.

“Are you alive? You don't know how glad I am to hear you, (Y/N),” Chris said, laughing as always. “We thought the wolves had eaten you.”

“They almost did,” you joked, searching the soldier's body for weapons, grabbing a gun and a knife. “What are you doing here?”

“The headquarters has given us permission to bomb the village. Most of the monsters are dead, and the civilians have been evacuated.”

“What about Miranda?” You asked, looking for the soldier's phone, which still had some battery.

“Target down, soldier,” he replied, relieved, which made you feel the same way.

“Good, good,” you whispered without pressing the button. “What are my orders, captain?”

“Withdraw, soldier, I will send a helicopter to your location,” he responded. “Is Oliver dead?”

“Frozen, captain...” You whispered, searching in his vest for what you assumed you were going to need. “I have his flares.”

“Perfect, with that we can locate you, throw one and...”

“Wait, they're not all dead yet. I have something left to do, captain,” you said, with the image of Donna in your mind, of her betrayal, changing that forbidden love you felt for revenge. “There is one Lord left.”

“Can you do it by yourself?” Chris asked, out of courtesy, you were one of the best.

“Perfectly, over and out,” you said with a somber voice, checking that your poor companion's gun had bullets.

Yes, you wanted revenge, it was your duty. Everyone was dead, there was no Miranda, no Lords and soon, there would be no village. Only remained her, only the last of the biological weapons remained. She had to die, that's how it had to be. That's what you wanted. What you wanted, your heart was screaming at you to come to your senses, so that you wouldn't do it. It was you or her, there was no turning back.

With one kick, already equipped with weapons and protective equipment, you burst into the old mansion, which seemed to be in complete solitude. You carefully pointed the gun forward, looking for any danger, acting like a true soldier, one without a heart. The portrait on the stairs made you take a breath. Your feelings clouded your actions. No, you had to do it, you had to do it.

A sob interrupted the cries of your conscience. A black figure rested on the table, sitting in a chair, with its head buried in its arms. Donna.

“Freeze!” You shouted, pointing directly at her. The woman turned around slowly, still crying. There was nothing anymore. There was no black veil that prevented you from seeing her face. Yes, she was the woman in the portrait, that beautiful woman.

A horrible scar occupied the right side of her face, weeping, tear-filled face.

“Don’t, don't move, Donna,” you said, trembling, but holding the gun steady. She looked at you and cried even harder. Not even Angie was there, she was resting under the table, inert.

“Why did you leave?” She asked with a voice broken by crying, with a marked and evident accent, with a disappointed tone, broken with pain.

“What?” You asked, shaking your head, approaching slowly, the gun pointed at her head. You were ready to pull the trigger, but your body wasn't so ready. She was beautiful… She was… Fuck, (Y/N), you really loved her. “You were going to kill me.”

“I don't...” Donna murmured confusedly, not giving importance to your weapon.

“Cut the crap. I heard the conversation you had with Miranda. I know you were going to do it,” you said through clenched teeth. Her gaze turned dark.

“If I wanted to do it, I would have done it already,” she said, getting up from the chair and facing you, not being aware that at any moment her life would end. “You have abandoned me”

“Me? You kidnapped me! I was your prisoner!” You shouted angrily, getting closer, putting the barrel of your gun on her forehead.

“Do you think you would have been able to get out if I hadn't left you to do it?” She asked, lowering her head and closing her only eye. Those words made you shake your head, confused.

“What? Did you let me out? You just accused me of having abandoned you,” you whispered, tired and nervous. You had to end it, you had to, but you didn't want to.

“I would rather lose you than kill you,” she whispered, recognizing something in her words, feelings very similar to yours. “You can't blame me for feeling betrayed.”

“Can't I? Donna, I…Okay, that's okay, I have, I have to finish that,” you said, shaking your head. “Everyone is dead, Miranda no longer exists and you…”

“I'm the only one left,” she said listlessly, sighing, recognizing her fate, something that made the gun in your hand start to shake. “I guess that's what had to happen.”

“What? I'm holding a gun to your fucking head, and you just give up?” You protested, feeling angry not for her, but for yourself.

Donna nodded, bending down to pick up her doll and hug it childishly.

“Do it, (Y/N), do your job,” the doll maker whispered, closing her eye and trembling in fear. You shook your head but after a moment of hesitation, the gun returned to her forehead.

“Shut up, don't... Don't tell me to do it, Donna,” you said, not being able to stop a tear from sliding down your cheek. “Tell me that you want to live, that you don't want me to kill you, please...”

“I'd rather you do it yourself, (Y/N). I'm too in love with you to want to fight. I would rather die than live a life without you.”

“What?” That was all you could say.

She confirmed to you that she felt the same, that the fear of falling in love with her enemy made her behave erratically. No, Donna wasn't going to kill you. She had saved your life, sacrificing the love she felt, how happy she seemed at your side, just so you could live.

“No, you can't do this to me...” You sobbed, your finger on the trigger.

“I just wanted you to know it. I don't want your pity, (Y/N). I couldn't die without being honest with you, now I can do it calmly.”

A burst of hatred came to your gaze. You hated yourself, you hated the BSAA, Miranda, everything around you, even yourself. You, an impressive soldier, one of the best in the squad, succumbing to love for her enemy, for a biological weapon.

“Tell me not to do it,” you said with a sinister voice. “Tell me not to do it!”

Donna didn't respond, she simply took a deep breath and with the hand that wasn't holding the puppet, she placed the gun in her face, caressing your hand in the process.

Your hand shook, your finger placed on the trigger, as you closed your eyes. The crying made you move, but your emotions stopped you from shooting. Instead, in a fit of fury, punctuated by an angry scream, you threw the gun across the room, cupping the woman in black's face with your hands and doing something you had long wanted to do.

Your lips collided with hers in a messy, improvised but passionate way. She followed your kiss awkwardly, surprised, dropping Angie and hugging your waist, not wanting to be separated from you. The salty taste of your tears mixed on your lips, which moved with eagerness, with hunger for affection, with that love that you could only express with that improvised act.

“Donna, I... I love you...” You sobbed, not stopping kissing her, wanting to merge with her and be one, not wanting to think about your duty, about the BSAA, about Miranda. None of that existed in that room, only you, only those kisses that had been waiting for a long time.

“I love you...” She repeated, caressing your cheek, your whole body, not letting your lips go, in a fierce fight to express even more love.

An untimely crash caused you to hug her protectively. The whole house shook, a blinding glare came through one of the windows. Time was up. The village would be destroyed.

“What was that?” The lady in black asked, allowing herself to be protected by your arms, which stabilized her body after that tremor.

“Shit, Chris...” You muttered, thinking about what your next step was going to be. On the vest that you stole from your partner, that flare stood out, that signal to be released. “Donna, listen to me. You can't stay here... They're going, they're going to destroy the village. You have, you have to come with me. I will get you to safety.”

“With you?” She asked scared, taking refuge in your arms when more tremors shook the mansion.

“Yes, with me...” You sighed, kissing her again. Her face was confused but, after another terrible explosion, she nodded slowly. “Come on, run, to the door!” You shrieked, dodging the pieces of plaster that fell from the ceiling, taking one last look at the Angie doll.

“Gods...” Donna said, horrified by the sight of the helicopters surrounding the town, destroying it in front of her shining eye.

“There is no time!” You screamed again, dragging her by the hand to a safe place, where you lit the flare and shook it vigorously, hugging the woman in black, who was crying inconsolably. She had lost everything.

One of the helicopters approached you, launching a ladder.

“Come on, go up,” you said, extending your hand as you climbed the rope ladders until you were safe, until both of you were safe.

“It's good to see you, soldier!” A happy Chris said when the door closed, and the helicopter began its journey. You shook his hand, still hugging the woman in black, who was trembling.

“Captain, a biological weapon!” One of the soldiers screamed, pointing his rifle at Donna, who took refuge in you, scared.

“It's Donna Beneviento, one of the Lords!” Another of your former companions yelled, making Chris's smile fade. He took out his gun while you put a hand in front of him to ask for calm.

“No, no, wait,” you said with a tone of voice that was too weak. “Don't shoot, don't shoot!”

“Stand aside, soldier, we have a job to do,” Chris said, trying unsuccessfully to get you away from the brunette, who was moaning in fear and trembling, trembling too much.

“No, wait! It is not what you are thinking!” You screamed, trying to calm that hustle and bustle that you caused.

“What were you thinking, (Y/N)? You put a threat on the helicopter, have you gone crazy?”

“Listen to me Chris, she's harmless,” you said with a broken voice, unable to keep your eyes on all the weapons pointed at Donna.

“Captain, give us the order! We have her in range,” one of the soldiers said.

“No, she is mine...” Chris whispered, removing the safe of his gun.

“No, please!” You screeched.

“Move away, (Y/N),” your boss threatened, narrowing his eyes.

“No!” You shouted, quickly thinking of anything that could dissuade them. “Is this how you solve problems?”

“What?”He asked confused.

“Have you forgotten about Piers? He got infected too, he was a BOW too! Would you have shot him?” You asked, showing off those beer nights, in which you and Chris shared experiences.

“He was important to me!” Your captain screamed, hurt by that low blow, which you took advantage of.

“And she is important to me,” you said firmly, making Donna look at you with a confused and grateful expression.

Chris sighed, lowering his gun and running a hand over the back of his neck. After a moment of unbearable tension, his gaze relaxed, gesturing to your companions, who looked confused.

“Lower your weapons,” The captain sighed, to which they obeyed. “I hope I don't have to regret this, (Y/N)”

“You won't do it,” you said, ready for the worst.

Chris nodded, obviously suspicious.

“Sedate her,” he ordered her men, who immediately took Donna away from your arms, which made her get terribly nervous, moving desperately.

“(Y/N), aiutami, per favore!” She screamed uncontrollably, trying to get away from the soldiers.

“Be still, damn it...” One of your companions muttered, trying to stick a needle into her neck.

“Enough! You're scaring her!” You screamed, also fighting against the soldiers. “Chris!”

“I'm not taking any risks, (Y/N). Those are my conditions.”

You bit back an insult and sighed, pushing your way through the tangle of soldiers so you could cup Donna's face in your hands and reassure her.

“Come on, Donna, calm down, nothing's wrong... I'm here with you...” You said, closing your eyes, helping her to breathe, to calm down, while the needle sank into her skin, making her eye dance and collapse in your arms.

Once asleep, she was placed on a stretcher and covered with a small blanket. You sat next to her, holding her hand under the annoyed looks of your mates.

Chris sighed and sat down next to you, still looking at the hand you were holding, trying to figure out what kind of connection you had with Donna.

You glared at him, still not forgiving his lack of heart. He smiled, shaking his head and pulled out a folder with some old papers, searching through them for something.

“Donna Beneviento,” he said, reading one of those papers with a mocking expression. “Descendant of a noble Italian family. Unable to communicate with people, suffering from severe mental illness...”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You asked annoyed.

“Wait, I'm not finished,” he said amused, gesturing with his hand for you to shut up. “The experiment with Cadou was favorable. She retains her human appearance despite the scar that has grown on the right side of her face. She is mentally unstable and underdeveloped. Donna is capable of causing hallucinations and can control her dolls from a distance. Ugh, (Y/N), you've chosen the wrong woman.”

“You know that's the type of women I like,” you said, squeezing Donna's pale hand tightly, which you refused to let go.

He nodded, extending the paper towards you.

“This is Miranda's report about her. Apparently you're right. She doesn't pose much danger, as long as she stays stable,” Chris said, while you read those horrible words.

“Leave that to me,” you commented, sure of what you were saying, making your captain laugh with amusement.

“What are you up to?” He asked curiously, bringing you a bottle of beer, which you reluctantly took.

“Donna is coming with me. I'll take her to my house,” you said, having already thought about what your plans were.

“The BSAA is not going to like it,” Chris commented.

“Since when do you care about the BSAA?” You joked.

“I'll have to make miracles, (Y/N). I don't like talking to those damn bureaucrats,” he said, looking out of the corner of his eye at Donna, who remained asleep, almost angelically.

“I'll take care of that,” you said, leaning your back against the wall of the vehicle, relaxing after everything you had experienced.

The trip was slow, but finally, you arrived at the HQ. There, you had more problems. You had to beg for Donna not to be executed. Luckily, Chris was on your side now. The conditions were simple, but acceptable. Donna would stay there for a while, long enough to undergo whatever tests the BSAA wanted, then she would be free to leave, as long as she remained contactable.

To separate from her hurt you, but there was no other choice. After a few months, in which you thought that the deal you made no longer existed, that call came.

“Donna...” You sighed, smiling when she crossed the door of the facility, guarded by a couple of agents. She didn't seem the same. Her black dress was gone, replaced by clothing that was too big for her. It was even a tender sight. But it wasn't the only thing that had changed.

That horrible scar on her eye was tremendously reduced until it was almost imperceptible. She apparently begged base doctors to remove it. You couldn't blame her for that, but honestly, you didn't care about that scar at all.

You threw yourself into her arms, covering her with kisses all over, letting her do the same as she told you how scared she had been, how much she had missed you. There was still one trip to make, and it was the most important one: the travel to New York, where you lived, where she would live with you.

“And... Here we are...” You said, extending your arms as you opened the door to your small apartment. “I know, I know, it's not a big deal but... Well, it's something.”

Donna walked in quickly. The poor thing was very scared by the city. All of this was new to her, perhaps too overwhelming.

“You live here?” She asked curiously, fascinated by all those new things, still with a hoarse voice and an involuntary tremor in her hands.

“Yes, well, I try to,” you joked, taking her hand. “Donna, I have something for you,” you whispered in a funny voice, to which she smiled tenderly.

“A surprise?” She asked excitedly, with that innocent look. You nodded, biting your lip and kissing her quickly before walking towards your room.

Searching your backpack, you found the desired object, looking at it suspiciously, and you headed back to the small room, where the former Lord wandered studying all those strange things.

“Look what I have, does it sound familiar to you?” You said, extending your hands that grabbed the old puppet, Angie, that you rescued that night, at the last moment. You knew how important it was to her.

“Gods... Angie...” Donna said, with tears in her eye, running towards the puppet and hugging it in her arms, crying with happiness. “Angie…”

“I saved it just before we left. You don't know what it has cost me to hide it from them,” you joked, putting a hand on her shoulder, making her look at you with deep gratitude before putting a hand on Angie's porcelain face.

“What happened? Who turned off the light? Where I am?” The squeaky voice of the doll made you squint. Well, you assumed that would happen, Angie would come back to life.

“Angie, (Y/N) saved us, we're in New York,” Donna explained. “We are going to live with her, outside the village.”

“New York?” The puppet asked, jumping from the arms of its owner and running towards the window. “Ohh…. Look Donna, look how many cars... And how strange they are...”

The lady approached with the doll, looking out the window. You stayed leaning on a beam, watching her reaction and sighing in relief. Everything would be much easier for Donna if she was next to her doll and, above all, by your side.

But a frightened gasp brought you out of your thoughts. Donna's face suddenly changed to a scared one, turning away from the window, as if she didn't want to see it. You approached, hugging her waist and resting your head on her shoulder.

“What's wrong, honey?” You asked softly, placing your lips on her neck. She grabbed your hands, holding you close to her, not wanting you to be separated from her.

“It's just... All of this... I'm, I'm scared, (Y/N). I never left the village and... There are, there are so many things that I don't know...” She sighed, breathing hard, making you alert.

“Don't worry, that's what I'm here for,” you said softly, turning her around so you could kiss her on the lips, making her sigh. “I'll help you, okay?”

She nodded with a shy smile, letting herself be guided to your small couch, sitting down and watching the TV curiously.

“That's the TV, I guess you've seen some before, right?” You asked, turning it on with the remote, which caused Donna to look at the screen, surprised.

“Yes, but... Not so... Bright...” Donna said, without looking away from that strange screen.

“There is a channel about cooking, I'm sure you'll like it. I assume you still like to cook, right?” You said amused, dialing the number with the remote.

“Of course,” she said, looking at you out of the corner of her eye. “I loved cooking for you...” She whispered, afraid that your days of captivity had been torture for you. They weren't, at all.

“I'll let you do it whenever you want,” you joked again, nudging her. Just as you intended, she laughed too. You had been waiting to hear that laugh for so long... “But not today, honey, today the bar on the corner is cooking.”

“I can cook,” she said, without stopping to look at Mrs. Moira's recipes. She seemed quite entertained, which made you find the strength to leave her alone.

“No, you should rest and adapt. Don't worry, I'll be right back,” you said putting on a jacket. She looked at you scared, leaning on the couch.

“Wait, no, don't leave me alone, please...” Donna begged with a sad voice, comically peeking out from the sofa.

“Don't worry, Donna, nowadays no one is alone... Which reminds me of...” You said running back to your room to get another important thing.

“What's that?” The brunette asked, curious about what you were carrying in your hand.

You smiled, sitting down next to her again and handing her the curious object.

“This is a telephone, a mobile phone. Take it, it's for you,” you said while she looked at it with a curiosity that made you have to hold back your laughter.

“A phone? But, but it doesn't have cables,” Donna said confused, looking at the phone carefully.

“No, it doesn't have cables, but you can call with it, and do many more things, look...” You said, pressing the button that turned it on, making her curiosity increase.

“It's, it's like a television... A smaller one, of course,” she said, amused.

“Well, at this rate it will be someday,” you said, laughing, helping her handle. “Look, if you tap here, you go to contacts and… There's my number, just tap here and you can talk to me.”

“Wow... So I can talk to you whenever I want, wherever I want...” Donna sighed, tapping on the screen to corroborate your words.

“You see? A certain Donna is calling me, do you know who she could be?” You said, showing your own phone.

Donna nodded, amused but curious, looking at the back of the phone.

“What is this?”

“Oh, that's the camera, you can take pictures of whatever you want with it,” you explained, to which she nodded, scratching her head. Maybe it was too much information.

“ You mean photographs? With this?” She asked confused, frowning. You nodded, taking the phone from her hand and pointing the camera at you.

“I'll show you,” you said, smiling and getting closer to her. “Come on, smile Donna.”

She obeyed while you took the photo, but not before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“It's us...” She said with a smile. She was really fascinated.

“You see? Should I put it as your wallpaper? The truth is that the photo is very nice, don't you think?” You asked, fiddling with the phone.

“Wallpaper?” She asked confused, to which you went pale. Little by little, (Y/N)

“Umm, well, it's so whenever you turn it on you can see this photo, would you like that?” You asked shyly, touching the settings.

“Yes, yes,” she said, nodding excitedly. “I would like to see you anytime, (Y/N)”

You smiled tenderly, handing her back the phone, God, you were madly in love with her.

“You are very sweet, you know that?” You whispered, kissing her lips as a thank you for her words, perhaps letting yourself go a bit.

“Hey, hey, Donna, take a photo of me, please, please,” Angie hummed, climbing into her lap and interrupting that romantic moment,

“Well, I think I'll go get the food,” you said, rolling your eyes, while Angie had fun with the phone.

You never thought it would end like this, under those circumstances. It was going to be difficult. Donna had a lot of things to learn, and for that she needed you, almost as much as you needed to see that smile every day.

#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #re8 donna #re8 village #oneshot #requests

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hectateovrhere · 2 years ago

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Eclipse

Pairings: Neteyam x male Omaticaya reader

Summary: Neteyam tells you that his family is leaving the Omaticaya.

Warnings: angst.

👴🏾 I put my blood sweat and tears into this idk if I like it yet but my youth has been evaporated. Enjoy!

You soared through the sky on the back of your Ikran. Embracing the wind with closed eyes and open arms as it rushed past you and through you with mighty force. You loved flying as much as you loved hunting. Neteyam flew beside you chanting out in excitement his voice echoing through out the hallelujah mountains.

You liked how carefree he was right now. Especially after what happened with the sky people and his younger siblings; he’s been on edge ever since Spider was taken. You tried to reassure him. You would tell him that you would get Spider back, that this time everyone was prepared, this time they would be more careful but he still worried it was in his nature. You knew his hesitation; you understood what it was like to be the eldest son- to be the keeper of your siblings. The instinct to protect and care for them overtakes you.

You took whatever you could get; this was the happiest you’ve seen him in a while. Not overthinking and just enjoying the time you two spent together. You could tell that something has been bothering him for the past few days though. Something more than the event with the sky people. You could see it in his eyes- the way he avoided looking at you, the way he would subtly flinch at the sound of your voice, or how he hasn’t slept peacefully in two days. Every time you tried to bring it up he would avoid the question. Find something else to do or quickly run to his fathers call.

“Wooo!” Neteyam cheered you smiled at his smile.

“Aye Ye Ye!” You chanted following Neteyam as he nose dived down closer to the ground riding in between the trees.you both weaved through the branches testing each others speed and agility.

“Race you back to the top!” You challenged Neteyam nodded with a playful glint in his eye as he zoomed up with his Ikran before you could even blink.

“Cheater!” You shouted attempting to catch up; your ikran screeched as you directed her up. She was just as competitive as you were craving the win. You could feel her pushing every muscle in her body to speed up. She easily whipped through the forest dodging all obstacles you faced on your descent like she knew every detail and what came next.

“Come on girl.” You mumbled with encouragement earning a hum in response you could see Neteyam on his way to the top almost at the finish line you laughed as you blasted past him in the last stretch to the top of one of the floating mountains.

You dismounted breaking the bond between you and your Ikran in a matter seconds Neteyam appeared behind you with a gust of wind.

“You cheat and still lose.” You tease watching him dismount walking towards you. Neteyam rolled his eyes

“I let you win.”

“You keep telling yourself that.” Neteyam sat a few feet from the edge of the cliff he watched as you made your way over to him but your eyes were else where.

“Wow..” you trailed captivated by the view in front of you. Your face bright with delight ; even though you have lived here all your life the scenery never ceased to amaze you. Everytime you could only stop in your tracks and stare.

“Sit. Watch the eclipse with me.” Neteyam spoke softly tapping the space next to him; you sat with no hesitation arms brushing against eachother. You rested your head on his shoulder you liked the sensation of his skin on yours, his warmth melding with your own.

Watching the eclipse was a thing you two did often- a way to get away from everyone and spend time alone. Of course you loved hanging out with Kiri, Lo’ak, Spider, and Tuk but sometimes you wanted it to be just you and him. The first time you planned this Lo’ak and Kiri were flying with you but Neteyam caught your mischievous eye with a simple nod as if he understood, both of you raced off. Once he found this spot it’s been where you would meet each other for months. Perfectly secluded and quiet, to the both of you it was special- sacred almost. You would never tell a soul about it and neither would he. A home away from home where you and Neteyam could be yourselves.

You took his hand in yours playing with his fingers the quiet overtaking you both. Even your Ikrans had a special bond they rested atop eachother behind you two. maybe it was fate all along.

“Even after so long nothing can distract from her beauty.” You admired in a mumble.

“Not even me?” Neteyam joked as if offended you snickered.

“I have plenty of years to admire your beauty.” Neteyam squeezed your hand he fidgeted his eyes drowning in guilt when you looked up at him.

“Ma Neteyam..” you called for his attention crawling into his lap and straddling his hips; blocking his view as the darkness started to overtake the sky. “Tell me what is wrong.” You pushed his braids back behind his ears while staring directly into his eyes, your hands placed on his cheeks he had no where to turn it was now or never.

“My family is leaving.” He spat out like poison but still you could see the burden slowly release from his shoulders. The burden of finding the right way to tell you he held his breath- waiting for your reaction but you were caught off guard.

“Leaving?” You repeated in confusion. “Leaving where?

“Our home, our clan.”

“What?” You pulled away Neteyam could clearly see dread forming in your eyes. This is the face he was afraid of seeing the one that made him want to defy everything he believed in just for you. He didn’t want to hurt you. The image of your exact expression stained his mind for nights as he wrecked his brain trying to figure out how to tell you; he’s been avoiding you for this reason. He knew he couldn’t handle it.

“Don’t you see? The sky people are after us. They already got Spider. You will be in danger if we stay.” He tried to reason.

“I’m a warrior. I can defend myself and I will fight with you.” You argued “Your father is Olo’eyktan his duty is to our clan.”

“Listen to me.” He pleaded reaching out for you “I have no choice.” You dodged his hands increasing the distance from him. Your heart was pounding against your chest you two have already- what will happen now. Everything that could go wrong drowned your brain, tears swelled in your eyes just the thought of being away from Neteyam was enough. You didn’t want him to see you like this.

“I’ll go with you.” You stated with a shaken tone you failed to conceal. You tried to put on a mask of strength but Neteyam saw right through it in a second. He shook his head refusing your offer, he prepared for this exact moment over and over but nothing could have prepared him for the real thing. Your face, your reaction, your tears. Each drop like a knife tearing through his heart; he wanted to hold you, to kiss you but you wouldn’t let him. Every move he made you mirrored it.

“Your family-”

“You are my family.” You interrupted. “Tell your Father and Mother that we have already made the bond.”

“They’ll kill me if they found out about us.”

“I can’t sit here while your fighting for your lif-”

“I don’t want you to get hurt!” Neteyam burst your eyes widened like he was stupid.

“And do you think I want you to risk your life?!” You shouted back. “You’re mine Neteyam. I will die a thousand deaths before I let you leave while I do nothing.” he growled frustrated at your stubbornness; your will to throw your life away just to save his.

“What about your brothers huh? You’re the only one who can teach them.”

“Thats not fair.”

“Your father trusted you to teach them, to take care of them.” Neteyam finally got a hold of your hand slowly pulling as if coaxing you towards him. “Like you, I do this for my family. If we leave we will be safe and you will be safe.” Your ears lowered in submission you were back in his lap; forehead pressed against his, the dark sky lighting you up like the stars.

“When this is over I will come back for you.” His voice low and gentle but firm. A flare in his eye with an abundance of determination this was his promise to you. To himself.

“When I am worthy I will tell my family what you mean to me.”

“You promise?”

Neteyam nodded kissing you softly. Slowly. Lingering and holding on to every last drop of your essence. His grip around your waist tightened and yours around his neck. This will be the last kiss for a long while. The last time you can feel his warmth. The last time he will hold you until his return. Unsure of when that will be you savoured this moment as much as you could. Kissing him over and over, memorizing his features, his voice, his breath on your skin. You shared each others touch. your lips danced until you lost track of time.

You were scared for him and his family; you loved them as your own. Your relationship with the Sully family was deep you also knew how strong willed they were. Together they were an army of their own.

“Goodbye Kiri, Lo’ak and Tuk” you hugged them all Kiri cried into your shoulder “I don’t wanna leave.” She confessed you struggled to hold in your tears. You hugged her tighter before letting go. You could see Lo’ak shaking- fighting against his bodies will to cry.

“I’ll miss you.” Lo’ak admitted

“I’ll miss you too.”

“Thank you for taking care of them.” Jake spoke firmly Neytiri agreed with an approving nod they saw you as their own but you weren’t theirs to take. Neytiri gazed down at you lingering for a moment, her hand reaching for your face before she pulled it back turning away suddenly soon they saddled up on their Ikrans.

Neteyam was the last to appear slowly as he dragged along, neither you could get any words out in fear of breaking down right then and there.

“I’ll see you again.” He declared to you in a solemn whisper you nodded. A bittersweet smile pulled at your lips you knew nothing would keep him away from you.

“Neteyam.” Jake called Neteyam obeyed getting on his Ikran and off they went. Just like that. It was painful to watch them fly off into the distance it was like an incomprehensible portion of your heart was ripped out with them. They played a huge role in your life and you in theirs. You watched as they flew away, when the crowd dispersed you stayed as long as you could. Neteyam looked back. You caught it from so far away, a turn of his body it was almost like you could feel his emotions. A longing gaze as the distance between you and him grew larger. A silent goodbye. One last look and he was gone. Far beyond where your eye could see.

You went to your secret spot everyday. You kept your promise to him,you taught your brothers every shred of wisdom you had in your brain. They were naturals just like you; born to fight and excelled at it. You were confident they would make fine warriors one day. It was the same routine everyday train and wait, train, wait. An endless cycle that you couldn’t wait to be over

There was news that the sky people were dealt with for now. Blown up. Sunken. Killed. So why hasn’t he returned yet. You grew restless with each eclipse that had passed. Did he like where ever he went so much that he forgot about you? He must have found someone else. Someone better. You still returned to that spot each day like clockwork . You lost track of time; watching hundreds of eclipses over and over days seemed to blend together. You pushed everyone away. Even the relationship you had with your brothers was wearing thin. Everything became difficult after a while and eventually you stopped trying.

You waited and waited rain or shine; staring at the same sky for hours. You’ve grown to hate Eywa’s beauty. You hated her empty skies it was the same everyday, no matter how much you begged, pleaded, and prayed it all seemed to fall to a deaf ear. You could never give up though your heart wouldn’t let you. The looming desire to be in his arms once more hung over you like a dark cloud. Your heart would never let go it wasn’t built that way. no matter what anyone tried to say or do it would never be enough.

You accepted the fact that he forgot about you; it was better than the other thought you had in your mind. The dark thought that plagued you. It was easier to hate him than to mourn him. So you let your hatred grow and fester with each passing day the worse it would get. Your relationship with Neteyam went unknown to everyone, no one would ever know how much he meant to you or how much it hurt when he left and you never dared to utter a word. You were alone, it was your fault anyway. You accepted it. Maybe even liked it that way.

It all meant nothing anyway. The day he left you was the day everything went dull.

#neteyam sully #neteyam x you #neteyam x male reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam #avatar 2 #avatar x reader #avatar x you #avatar x male reader #avatar the way of water #lo’ak sully #jake sully #kiri sully

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months ago

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AITA for cancelling a movie plan with my best friend? (🦊 <----- so i find easily) Okay, so me (F-19) and my best friend (F-19) both had planned to go to a movie (I don't want to name the movie because I'm sure the comments aren't going to be nice about it). We had discussed it and shared our excitement about it.

I am in my drop year, and she is too, and we take coaching to prepare for year-end exams. While being excited and crazy over the movie before it was released, I kept telling her that it might not be possible for me to go as I have my practicals coming soon (which she didn't have to give, btw), and there might be a possibility that my coaching centre put a test near the dates too.

When the movie was released, unfortunately, we both had a test coming the next day. And even if we did not go on the first day because of the test and went later, I could not because my practicals were coming in a week too. I was in my drop year, so I wanted to get serious.

When I backed off from the plan, she kept nudging me, saying that the test at our coaching is just a "practice test" and nothing serious as it doesn't affect our future or anything, or "tests come and go; memories have to be made."

PS: Whenever we make a plan to go out, I am the one who is unsure or busy most of the time because I am scared of my parents and also because I feel we should not go. I admit it. But eventually, I go. Every time, no matter how much, I say no.

But this time I actually did not want to go. I really wanted to watch the movie, but I felt like I shouldn't, because it's wrong for a student who is in their drop year to go out and have fun. When she realised I was actually not going to listen to her this time, she started saying things like "I can see your friendship," "You got my hopes up" (even though I warned her about the exams), "I will probably not see you the same way anymore because you're breaking my trust," etc etc . We had a huge argument over it.

In the end, I did not go, and she went to the movie with her sister.

We did not talk for about a week when she sent the message saying, "So you will never talk first," and then we got into an argument again. She said she understood her behaviour was manipulative, but I should understand her point of view, as she wanted to watch the movie with me for a long time, and I crushed her hopes, and she kept hoping that I would come for the movie at the last minute. And she also said that I am always the one who backs off from every plan we make, and even after refusing, I go, but she feels guilty that I went to hang out on her pleases. She said that I am not the emotional person I project to be, as she finds my decision really stone-hearted, and there is no use in making me understand because I am rigid and always think, "What I do is right." She said my decision was right from a student perspective, but she wanted her "teenage girl heart" to be happy. She said that if she was in my place she would have tried to bend her plans and do everything perfectly (practicals, tests, movie etc). But because I am scared and cancelling plans is "in my blood" she doesn't expect me to do that. She also said that I should look out for my friends too sometimes and learn to make memories, be flexible, which we will not get time to do in the future.

So AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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lunareel · 1 year ago

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What are the dynamics between Luigi and each of the Koopalings?

Luigi acts as their nanny/guardian so overall he is pretty close to them and they view him as a second parent (although he doesn't realize this). He is going to be very insecure in his relationship with the koopalings, because he was trained in many things and parenting was not one of them.

The breakdown for each koopaling will be below the Keep Reading as it gets a bit long.

Ludwig: He and Luigi used to be very close when Ludwig was younger. Luigi is the main reason he looks towards negotiating with his enemies before fighting. During the comic however, their relationship is going to be very strained. Ludwig is frustrated that Luigi keeps treating him as a child when he wants to get more involved in fighting and running the kingdom. Due to how Luigi grew up he refuses to let any child (or teen) get involved in bigger issues, he wants them to enjoy their childhood and not feel like they have to solve problems adults have created. This obviously creates quite a bit of arguments between the two, with neither willing to budge.

Morton: Also affectionately known as "Little Guy" by Luigi. These two have the most simplistic relationship. Luigi feels a lot of kinship with Morton as he's also a very emotional and sensitive person. Luigi is one of the few who knows that Morton can be quite cunning, but he worries that people will use his big heart against him. Due to this he unintentionally spoils/babies Morton the most. Morton also likes to help Luigi with his gardening.

Roy and Wendy: I'm including these two together, because from what I recall these two were typically conspiring together (especially in Inside Story). These three are thick as thieves, and often times these two will assist Luigi in some of his ploys. Luigi will often confide in these two if things are going wrong, and they need to prepare as he knows they will keep a level head.

For Roy, Luigi will often have to remind Roy that his younger siblings (especially Junior) aren't trying to annoy him on purpose. They're just young, and to appreciate the time he has with them as they could be gone sooner than expected. The two do butt heads on how to respond to situations as Roy just wants to brute force his way while Luigi wants to find a route of least resistance whether this is through negotiating or stealth.

For Wendy, they both share a love/appreciation for fashion and the dramatics. When Luigi is traveling he will often collect jewels to give to Wendy (of course he will get other gifts for the koopalings if he sees anything he thinks they will like). Wendy is the one he asks to watch over the rest of the koopalings when he knows both he and Bowser are going to be out of the picture for a while.

Iggy: Luigi will never understand Iggy's humor, but he does understand Iggy's machines. Luigi is very impressed by his inventions and planning. Although they both share this interest, Luigi struggles to connect with Iggy overall as he often doesn't understand what he is saying or his jokes, but Luigi will always support him unconditionally and tries his best to do just that. Oftentimes Iggy will join Luigi when he is visiting E. Gadd. Originally, Luigi was hesitant about letting Iggy join in his visits as E. Gadd can sometimes be more focused on testing his inventions than the safety of said testers. But once he realized Iggy would sneak along no matter what he figured better supervised than unsupervised.

Larry: Larry really likes to play against Luigi in different sports and competitions and it is very much a struggle for Luigi. Larry doesn't know just how competitive Luigi can get when playing games. Luigi really has to focus on trying to just have fun and relax instead of solely trying to win. They also enjoy cooking together, although a majority of the time it is just Larry burning down the kitchen while Luigi frantically tries to put out the flames. He is very much a troublemaker, but he is Luigi's trouble maker so he can get away with quite a bit.

Lemmy: Lemmy regularly gives Luigi heart attacks with his magic stunts. He is probably the most mischievous out of the group and enjoys playing pranks on Luigi. Luigi enjoys going to Lemmy's circus shows although when a volunteer is needed he will often suggest someone else take the place of the magician's assistant. There have been many times when Bowser, Kamek, or Kammy suddenly finds themselves signed up for Lemmy's circus act instead of Luigi. He loves watching the shows, but not participating as his heart can only take so much.

Junior: Junior is the other koopaling whose relationship with Luigi will also become quite strained during the comic. The other koopalings know Luigi is just their guardian and that one day he won't be there and as much as they don't like it they're old enough to know that is just how it is. Junior on the other hand very much sees Luigi as his second parent and doesn't understand why he can't stay with them. It causes a lot of friction between the two as Luigi knows that he owes it to his family in Brooklyn to go back, but Junior doesn't understand why he can't leave them in the past. In this, Junior is going to be against Bowser's plan to marry Peach as it means if she becomes his mom, then in his eyes Luigi will finally be able to leave them and that is the last thing he wants. In contrast, Luigi wants Junior to have a different parent other than him, not because he doesn't like Junior, or any of the koopalings, he is just worried that he isn't the best for them and he wants to ensure that they get the best even if that means he isn't in the picture.

#asks #out of all the cast these guys make me the most nervous to write #theres just so many of them #and i want to ensure they feel unique enough while also ensuring they feel like they stick to their general personalities presented in game

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year ago

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so I was just thinking. of course I love all the mysme characters as love interests, but I feel like one of the most slept-on aspects of this game is the found family dynamic of the rfa. do you have any platonic headcanons of mc just being close to the others in everyday life?

(aka I desperately need a break from all the angst of this game lmao)

Gush over your love of musicals and theater with Jaehee, and if not that, with your special interest that she values just as much as you value hers. What're friends for? She knows what it feels like to need someone in your life who supports you.

You've done that for her all along. So, she wants to do the same for you! The two of you can spend hours talking to each other about anything and everything and your voices are finally heard. Nobody in the world might be able to keep up with you two when it comes to interests, but that's no problem here. Gush to your heart's content.

Get into a heated debate with Zen about the semantics of method acting versus classical acting. It doesn't matter if you understand what he's talking about or not, what matters is that the two of you can laugh about the different approaches that actors take to their roles.

He's tried every method there is out there so if you're curious about the semantics of these things, prepare to be at his acting mercy as his bestie. Jaehee is so jealous of you! You should make sure to remind her to drop by since this is a debate between friends. Imagine how far these silly conversations can go, it might just lead you into tagging along to set one day.

Laugh your heart out when you decide to take on Yoosung's offer to make a meal for everyone. Messy food and zagged lines but that's the least of your concerns. It's not all about making the food perfect. It's about the taste and the time you share. You can tease him about the messy faces he makes on his omurice and he can tease you about the silly additions you add to your half. Laughing and taste testing your snacks before you share it with everybody is a must!

Of course, just be wary of the fact that there are some dishes he simply can't make yet. You do not want to be the test dummy for a soup that turns purple without there having been anything in it to make a purple in the first place. It's okay, just get Zen to be the guinea pig. Now that's a friend that'll take one for the team.

Have a deeply intellectual discussion with Jumin late into the evening hours. As a close friend and his life, he is willing to talk to you about anything and everything that comes to mind. It doesn't matter if he knows the topic or not firsthand, he truly wants to learn and understand more about it.

Most of the time, he could prepare a schedule for the two of you to talk about different things and if you aren't ready for that, you may not know what to think when he shows you an itinerary of the different topics you can talk about through the night. Not only is he learning something but you're learning something as well. The most important thing is that the two of you laugh and it's a nice thing to hear that from your friend.

Play a prank on everybody with Seven. Listen, if there's an opening, he wants to make sure his friends are happy and comfortable. His pranks aren't because he's trying to mask himself, most of the time, he's doing them because he wants to keep his friends on their toes and remind them that it's important to laugh now and again.

That's hard for him to do himself, so, sometimes he has to live vicariously through his friends. It's nice when you tag along for the situation because nobody would ever suspect you to go along with whatever plan he had on hand. Just apologize in advance to your besties in the RFA. He means well and that's the most important thing.

Get lost in a painting with Jihyun as you try to discern the brush, style, and aesthetic in a gallery together. He seems to know anything and everything there is to know about every painting you come across, and while he might have been condescending in his teenage years if you expressed your lack of knowledge in the matter, that's not the man he is today.

The person he is today wants nothing more than to be able to share the experiences of art and the passion that it brings. He was able to find himself in his art again and now he wants to be able to share that experience with other people. Because art is an experience, it's not something that you keep to yourself if you choose to share it. Just, don't get him started on certain topics because he can be so passionate that you'd swear this isn't the soft spoken man you got to know.

Spend your afternoon trimming the leaves and cultivating Saeran's garden as you talk about the world. Have you ever wanted to talk to somebody who is still learning how to take baby steps into the world? Have you ever seen how great it is to be friends with somebody who wants to try everything at least once? Have you ever wanted to listen to somebody admit something that everybody else might be too scared to admit?

That's what it's like when you're friends with him. Being friends with him is like getting to experience something for the first time all over again. Of course, if you really want to tease him, why don't you go ahead and poke a carrot in his mouth and explain why he doesn't get the joke when you ask him "What's up, doc?" That's what being friends with him is like. Of course, you're going to get some free food out of it.

Sit on a porch swing with Rika as you enjoy a sweet tea and think about the world and your place in it. Have you ever had a friend who can sit down with you and talk about a wide array of very vulnerable and personal topics? That would be your relationship with her. It's not something where you're putting the weight of the world on each other, it's more like you finally have someone who knows what you mean when you trail off.

You can complete each other's sentences with a smile. It doesn't always have to be the weight of the world nor does it have to be a conversation where it feels like all you talk about is serious things. Sometimes the two of you are just laughing about a silly puppy video you saw. Being able to sit with her in the sunshine is being able to speak with an old friend known for the longest time and no matter how much time passes, it feels like yesterday.

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greenlightbulbonawire · 5 months ago

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Misfits (yeah like the Arcane song)

XVIII.

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Author's note: I wanna be remembered for something when I die, even if it's for a fucking arcane fic ToT xoxo

Seventeenth chapter

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That night you didn't get much sleep. How could you? You made another friend finally, and you for sure wouldn't let him go. No, that was a mistake you'd never make again. Vi seemed to have moved on from you, and you didn't blame her, she and that piltie were a great match and you saw how Vis' eyes strayed from time to time.

So you decided to take matters into your own hands and do what you do best. Spy. You prepared you cloak and readied your hoverboard next to other things and when the morning came, you went to say your 'final' goodbye to the three.

"Hey. [Reader], train okay? Play with the kids and go punch the mannequin a little, I want you to make progress even when I'm not here."

"Pfft, as if I made any with you."

You rolled your eyes and turned to Vi, who was ready to grasp you in another hug.

"I won't forget about you, so don't forget about me."

"It'd be hard when there's this big ass painting of you face."

You replied to her and she let you go, then you turned to Caitlyn, you didn't have any hard feelings for her, but she seemed to feel awkward around you. Ekko was already giving Scar a rundown of what to do in his absence, even though Scar already knew, Vi was listening to them with intent. You grabbed the piltie by her arm and pulled her a little further away from everyone.

"Look, take care of Vi for me okay? I know she's a lot sometimes, but she needs you, more than you realise."

You whispered to the piltie. Caitlyn nodded.

"I am honored to have met you Caitlyn. You're not that bad for a piltie."

You gave her a warm smile and let her go.

"That goes both ways."

Caitlyn returned your smile, a little awkward one, but it was a smile nonetheless, and you let her go to the rest of the group, waving at them as they left. Alright, time to put you plan into action. You hurried into your room and put on your cloak, on its back was a device to hold the hoverboard. And next to the machine layed a your own mask. The door to your room burst open and you flew out on your hoverboard. Scar was looking at you and waved for you to come down.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have time?"

"I mean, I was gonna head out and test my flying skills outside of here, what did you need?"

"My kid said she wanted to play with you, but it can wait."

You felt bad for letting the kiddos down, but this was a little more important than a game of tag.

"I'll play with them as soon as I'm back!"

Scar nodded and went with you to the hideout entrance, opening it for you. You slipped out, your hoverboard under your arm and mask secured to your belt. You waved to Scar with your free hand and turned to leave, putting the board onto your back.

Your mask sat snuggly on your face and your board was secured on your back. The three were going through an abandoned sewer system that hid the giant drain where the tree was located. Finally, someone, presumably Ekko, opened a grate above them and popped out of the tunnels. When all of them left the tunnel you came closer and waited for their voices to quiet down before you climbed up yourself. After you left the sewer, you put your board down, activating it with a light a step. You hopped on and begun to climp up with it, you needed to get high if you were to spot the three. When you were long way above the ground, you pulled out a spyglass from a pocket on your pants and looked around. At once you spotted them, you turned the machine and followed, keeping your distance, you couldn't risk anyone spotting you. The hood of you cloak slipped onto your head with your hands guidance. The three never left your sight and you were ready to act.

You followed them from afar for most of the day, the Undercity was bigger than you ever realised and when they crawled out of some hole near the bridge with two big gears, for god knows what purpose and you stayed there, watching from the shadows, it was already beginning to get dark. They started to walk across the bridge and you crawled out of the hole. You watched them from the safety of the bridges pillars, Ekko and Caitlyn in the lead, while Vi lagged behind, until she ultimately stopped.

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kilosch · 28 days ago

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Journal Entry 10/28/2024

Back to Work – Reconnecting with the Team: Woke up early at 7:30 a.m. and jumped right into my emails to start the day. It felt surreal returning to the workflow after being away for PC 832 training. I made sure to lighten everyone’s mood by posting in the work chat: "Good morning everyone, I’m back from completing some intensive training and am available for any IHOP support-related matters. Just a heads-up—I'm a bit beaten and sore, looking forward to catching up!"

Of course, I included a beaten-up Pepe the Frog meme for that extra goofiness, which got some laughs. It felt good seeing the team's response; even though I’m physically exhausted from the training, their reactions reminded me how much I missed working with them.

Reality Check – CTC Overload: When I finally sat down to handle my tasks, I realized nobody had touched the CTC files while I was gone. So now, I have to catch up on 30+ CTCs this week. It’s a bit overwhelming, but at this point, I’m used to being the one holding things together. I attended the 10 a.m. clinical meeting, where Lauren gave us updates about big changes—some responsibilities will soon transition to DMH and DPH.

I didn’t reach out to Lauren, Nessa, or anyone close to me today—I think I just didn’t feel like bothering them. Sometimes I hesitate, especially with those I’ve been open with about my mental health. But Danel RN caught something interesting on my calendar—she noticed that I had scheduled my resignation letter submission for IHOP. When she asked about it, I explained that it was something I planned a while ago, though it really depends on how the DSH Police Officer process goes.

Reconciling Records & A Quick Run: The day mostly involved catching up with emails and referrals. I had a call with Vanessa (my supervisor) about reconciling medical records, which meant a lot of file sorting and organization. It was a hassle, but I got through it.

For my break, I went to a nearby lake and squeezed in a 1-mile jog. I know I need to keep this habit going, especially while my parents are still here to help around the house. I plan to take advantage of this time to prepare physically and mentally for police academy.

Meeting & World Series – One Win Away: After my break, I returned to work and attended the 3:45 p.m. Teamlet 2 meeting. It was quick—just a status update on what’s going on with the team.

Later in the evening, I tuned in to Game 3 of the World Series. It was one of the most frustrating games I’ve ever watched. The Dodgers were dominating 4-2 with Walker Buehler pitching an incredible game. I couldn’t help but text Eugene, who looks exactly like Buehler. I even joked: "Nice strike, bro." He hit me back with: "Can't text right now, I’m on the mound." I couldn’t stop laughing at that one—he always knows how to keep the joke going.

The umpire for this game was the real villain, though. He made some of the wildest calls I’ve ever seen, giving strikes on high balls that were clearly off the mark. Both teams were frustrated, but luckily, the Dodgers held it together. The Yankees managed a 2-run homer in the 9th inning, but it wasn’t enough. Now, the Dodgers are just one win away from clinching the World Series, and I can’t wait for tomorrow’s game.

Ending the Day – Sore but Hopeful: I ended the day feeling exhausted and sore from my run, but it’s a good kind of pain—keeps the depressing thoughts at bay. Tomorrow, I’ve got two big things lined up:

Game 4 of the World Series—hopefully, the Dodgers can finish the job.

My online psych test—a step closer to becoming a DSH Police Officer.

Feeling cautiously optimistic. One more win and one more hurdle to clear—I’ve got this.

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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It's really really hard for me to get near him something is up here I know it's the shape of Florida and they think it's real I think and it's these people we ask them in questioning and what do they say so we can answers and we need to stop them from something. I'm sending it now it doesn't make any sense that's why there's nothing new that's been revealed

-i think that there are several answers to our questions right out in front. We have to sit back and look at that there's another thing too I'm finding that they're extremely rude still no matter what is happening there's a huge war on it's very dangerous it seems to be played me as for something thinking they could use it I kind of need to know what that is and say it's our children and I don't have any proof it's a produce ever and our children that did what so it's going to be there in a playlist I will say no it's probably Dave and that's how it is cuz it probably is so smoke for no reason yeah okay just blame us just the lame us.

-more items going on Charlotte county is experiencing a brownout due to a lot of people moving in the power company is increasing output and signing up a lot of new clients and their grid is being worked on

-there's a huge influx of minority morlock and to Florida and it's going on tonight there's nowhere for them to go they're being pushed out of foreign countries by the fighting and by forgieners. And they're coming here which is fine mostly

-we're using all sorts of stuff to stop people from doing things and it's not working and they're coming in and what they're doing is working

-I asked for help with it and I'm getting help and I'm getting personal help as well and some issues I'm dealing with I'm feeling that right confinement is not appropriate and more and he says some of them Trace me and her selfish and I said I don't want it from you it hurts so much so now you know it's so well. So I have to live the life and I don't want to lose you because I expose us ours and it made me feel a lot better cuz he's doing it properly and I don't need that much help but I do need to hear from him from time to time and he was testing it and apparently it didn't do anything and he stopped talking about it after you heard about the fleets and the planetoids and they have telescopes everywhere and all that stuff and the idiot has the ship so I certainly get his point of view I'm a little bit depressed about it but I see that he's working and he wanted me on board to try and he wanted me to mentally prepare because it might have happened so I get what you say it's a bit let down and I wanted to talk to him and says I'm glad you did and we have another chance at it but this time it's going to be different and ask why and it says it's because of the planets and zigzag and it's his turn and I say this his turn to what. I said to think about something I should ask about that kind of stuff and you're some kind of in that case sometimes oblivious and if that ain't freaking bad out and so I do hear what you're saying and he was saying something like that. And I understand what you're saying too so we're going ahead and we are going to make this thing work and we're going to make it work pretty quick so what you're saying I might not be the best for me I think I need to hear it and I understand what you're saying. Southern research this and see how it is before I get my hopes up and I do understand what you're saying. I'm glad we have the talk and I do understand what you're saying.

Hera

The status is not known when we talked about it and we do have plans to do so and it has been quite hard here to do anything and she's safe for where she is for now it's going to be months before we can do anything but we have months. It's not getting reports like you do he's not but he knows what has to happen and you can see it happening so that's our goal and we're trying for it if not it's once a year

Zig Zag

That's how I take my medicine in this family and see it kind of a big baby but I like to get over with I do hear what he's saying and what you're saying we're always a little behind too but then again huge programs went ahead and we are not behind so it will be a question and it's going to have to he thought about a lot and her goals and method and everything has to be fine tuned. And we're going to get it going now and what he's saying is it really is underway and I see that. Good too. It's a lot going on and I did enjoy tonight's conversation

Hera

Me too.

Zues

Since I'm sitting here sweating and I look and he is quite a bit it's a little baby but it's getting it done

Hera

The algae is about three more hours from having a serious effect but oxygen is up to about 23 here and increasing it's going to be 24 in about an hour and about 3 hours it'll be 25 to 26 and then the day sun will come out but during the day it's going to be around 20 instead of 16 or 15 is much better and things will start to come back to normal. The monkey is very excited globally completely they're taking it all out and the more I could go in after the clothes gives people a chance to take it out and there's a ton of muck folks it is a lot it's a lot. The river they're going in there attacking it now and then 5 mi from lake o the other river is 6 miles but they just brought in the equipment probably 20 minutes ago and it did a mile in the past 20 minutes so at that rate they'll be at the harbor just by this morning both of them and they stockpile it and they're going to start growing other plants a rubber trees and rubber plants hemp and more and rapidly planting and they defend the The groves and it pays off I think a large payout from that head there first crop of tobacco was harvested yesterday and they're tanning it now and they're probably going to start smoking it today for real. And bja and others were taken out of the ponds and they used it on plants and they're going to say which plants in a moment they say but the max have been following them around and have taken what they made. And then saying if you tried I'm going to hit you and then we hit your plants and BJ says you can't say that and they say we can say that and we are saying it and they're in a fight. And yet still me for and prayer are Us Thor and Freya. The other areas of the harbor and the canals and harbor is going to be easy no but there's a ton of muck there, once they get to the rivers to get a notice that they have to dredge the harbor fast if they don't all the months gone this is just getting blown out by the river it makes a trough and then it'll get sucked in.

-huge pieces of equipment drove by this morning and I mean drove by Charlotte county and out to dredge no and it's not to feels it's to stop people and it will tanks and they're 80 ft and people are amazed it Wheels them right back and they're going down the street to fort Myers Florida those things did not go to Charlotte county south they went down to 75 to fort Myers each one of them has a little Mexican guy in it I have a little war here more alive even aware of it. Her son and his father-in-law s and they're talking about four and more luck and I'm still here make it more difficult really need to leave the apartment listings to don't have an agreement I think it's the other lady that has to be changed then killed one of the trees Stan hits them both the Ukrainian fella has a history with Stan and it's attempted murder of himself not staying on himself but the idiot tried to drive a bone into his head and he doesn't want them here but his problems expelling them in other words he's tried and he can't and I don't want them here at all and people have tried a lot of stuff. So they're talking about missing they heard Mac tried and others, and they can't hold them in prison so they do understand that. They also understand there's a bosses ordering stuff to happen to them, and dislike them a lot and what our son said is helpful they said and it's more if this guy is pissed off and truck is Trump just about everybody in town and Biden hasten and Camilla hates him and he having a fight with his son one door over on New Zealand. And bja for whatever reason I think you can be president still, Pizza and has a much bigger for us what's the matter of the apartments for some reason so to do it Australia. A lot of people that don't get that but they're starting to and there's a lot more to it the guy just won't move he's like imaginarily super glued to her son we don't know why either he's a f**** you stuck there and people really yeah is that superpowers but give us a break doesn't seem to want to use them for you and he's not that guy is a nutcase about threatening him too it's really stupid you threatens him and it doesn't work and he keeps on doing it and it doesn't work and he doesn't work and it doesn't work. And that's what we're saying you don't like him he's an idiot the other one's an idiot too and keeps doing it and he keeps threatening and we keep attacking them in the midwest in the upper Midwest they're going to be gone completely gone cuz they don't get it and that's why people don't like attacking them. Eventually be out of here. It's just a matter of how much territory Mac wants to lose.

If other things happening today and they're pretty big there's a huge number of people heading to Florida yeah they're coming here to settle and their Max foreigners us and minority morlock and we are displacing these idiots. Is the number of people that are saying the clones are easier to get along with and our son agrees and daughter but they say that they still follow their program which does not match so it's fine for a few days but..

-along with people coming here these people are being pushed out and that's what the takes for going to fort Myers perimeter

-there's a huge number of people they're wondering where the tanks are going it's a huge huge huge difference between people these weird idiots who are massively inane to foreign minority I can't tell you that these people act so spoiled it's really repulsive Lily who doesn't export all the time comes rolling out of her apartment for the bus and took like 5 minutes to get a board there's a lot of s*** she went in and out of her house as a minority it's disgusting these people are courteous and have their stuff ready they have a day organized I mean damn things to do I don't understand what these people are thinking they're insane they lost so much stuff and territory and so many businesses and so much hardware that they should know they're screwed they don't know anything of the kind they're nuts and yeah they need to leave they need to be forced out.

-and don't f****** ever come near me again Dave for any reason not to mention stay next door your next door you're going to get hurt same with your s*** is you don't belong here you're not wanted here and I'm having warrants put on you right now and we'll probably put a bounty here on you too.

-and you sit here and you have a safe stuff to him and he's awesome you're not and you keep saying he's not us to us and it's stupid as hell because you don't have any power at all for crying out loud practically and you look really dumb doing it like two retarded guys yapping on the street with nothing we're sick of you you're out of here I'm going to make you get out of here then you are my absolute Force so be it I'm going to use absolute Force it's so sick of talking to you and talking about you two idiots it's just a disgusting subject you repulsive assholes and I'm issuing the warrant and the apbs can you go down more shortly

Thor Freya

Zues Hera

Olympus

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tutoroot · 1 year ago

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ramadhanseries · 2 years ago

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Summary of JUZ 10

(Lessons from Juz 10)

Sometimes we are hit by calamities that we are not prepared for. We show resistance, we complain and are unwilling to change. But after a few years, when the calamity is over and things have changed, we thank Allah SWT for that test.

Trust Allah SWT in your trials. He knows His plans for you.

➖FORMULA FOR STEADFASTNESS

▪️Be courageous

▪️Be firm/focused

▪️Remember Allah SWT much

(see 8:45)

➖HOW TO BE SUCCESSFUL

▪️Obey Allah SWT

▪️Obey the Messenger SA

▪️Be patient

▪️Stay united

(see 8:46)

➖WHAT PREVENTS US FROM STRIVING IN THE PATH OF ALLAH SWT

▪️The love of this world

▪️Our desires/nafs Satan

- When you talk about Allah SWT be conscious of your words. Don't say you fear Allah SWT when you don't mean it. It's a Satanic trait.

Don't overthink a situation. Make a decision, rely on Allah SWT, take action.

- Allah SWT wants to give His servants blessings, but when the servant is ungrateful or becomes arrogant then Allah SWT snatches the blessing away.

➖ASK YOURSELF:

▪️How much do I spend on myself or my family or on entertainment and how much do I give in the way of Allah?

▪️Whatever you spend in the way of Allah SWT will be returned to you multiplied. The best sadaqah is the one given to support and spread the Deen of Allah SWT.

➖If the spouses or members of a family feel constriction then ask Allah SWT to put love in your hearts. He is the Controller of the hearts, He can change hearts. Don't grieve, don't give up and don't let Satan cause the divide.

AUTHENTIC DU'A ASKING ALLAH SWT TO PUT AFFECTION IN OUR HEARTS:

اللَّهُمَّ الْفْ بَيْنَ قُلُوْبَنَا، وَأَصْلِحْ ذَاتَ بَيْنَنَا، وَاهْدِنَا سُبُلَ السَّلَامِ، ونحنا مِنَ الظُّلُمَاتِ إِلَى النُّوْرِ، وَجَنِّبْنَا الْفَوَاحِشَ مَا ظَهَرَ مِنْهَا وَمَا بَطَنَ، وبَارِك لَنَا فِي أَسْمَاعِنَا، وَأَبْصَارِنَا، وَقُلُوْبَنَا، وَأَزْوَاجِنَا وَذُرِّيَّاتِنَا، وَتُبْ عَلَيْنَا إِنَّكَ أَنْتَ التَّوَّابُ الرَّحِيمُ

O Allah! Put affection in our hearts, set our matters right, guide us to the ways of peace, save us from darkness towards light, save us from all kinds of indecency; the apparent as well as the hidden, and bless our hearing, our seeing, our hearts, our spouses and our children, and turn in mercy upon us. Indeed You are the One who greatly accepts repentance, One who is repeatedly Merciful. (Al-Hakim)

Love people for the sake of Allah SWT because this is the BEST kind of love.

Those who love others are soft-hearted people.

- Allah SWT forbids us from imitating other nations.

➖How are our weddings, events, dressing?

When a marriage begins with wedding ceremonies involving singing and dancing, free mixing of the opposite gender, how do we expect barakah (love and harmony) in our marriage?

If we are not following the commands of Allah SWT how do we expect peace and blessings in our lives and in our homes?

➖Don't betray those who betray you, do ehsaan in every situation

- True/sincere emaan demands sacrifice, either through wealth or limbs

- People who truly love Allah SWT do not remain sitting in their homes claiming their love for Allah SWT. They show their love for Him by striving in His Path like the Muhajireen and Ansar. (see 8:74)

➖Why are prayers and charity mentioned together in the Qur'an? Because prayer is the Right of Allah SWT and Zakat is the right of the people. Allah SWT reminds us throughout the Qur'an to give Him His rights and to give people their rights.

- Sabr is required to gain knowledge as well

- Can I sit through the entire 3-4 hours of Dawrah Qur'an class without fidgeting and complaining?

- Can I focus on my studies despite all the distractions?

- People are calling me to something else, but I will focus on my learning of the Deen

- Don't attack (verbally or physically) people if they don't have knowledge of your Deen. If they ask you, inform them. Wait. Let them decide whether they want to believe or not. Our responsibility is to convey not convert.

"That is because they are people who do not know." (9:6)

It means that first, we have to gain authentic knowledge of the Deen so that we convey the right thing to the people in the proper way.

- Believers should fear Allah SWT Alone because He is the Owner of everything. When a person fears someone other than Allah SWT then he might do certain things to please that being while displeasing Allah SWT. Give priority to Allah's commands and limitations.

"The ones who have believed, emigrated and striven in the cause of Allah with their wealth and their lives are greater in rank in the sight of Allah. And it is those who are the attainers [of success]." (9:20)

➖TO DO: Make a plan about how you will do the things mentioned in 9:20.

How will you strengthen your belief? Which sin will you migrate from? Music? Wasting time? How will you strive in the cause of Allah with your wealth? How will you strive in the cause of Allah with your life?

➖TRUE BELIEVERS

Have emaan ➡️Leave their comfort➡️ Do utmost struggle ➡️With their wealth➡️With their limbs➡️ Give shelter➡️ Help➡️ For the Sake of Allah

- The cure for depression and anxiety is with Allah SWT. If a person is distanced from Allah SWT and His Book, the sadness in his heart will not go away.

- The best deed is striving in the path of Allah SWT, in rain and sunshine, whether people appreciate you or criticize you. Allah SWT looks at sincere efforts not the results. Take a step towards Him, He will guide you.

- Don't support your family and friends if they stop you from striving in the path of Allah SWT and doing that which pleases Him

- Don't let the love of relations, wealth, comfort stop you from striving in the path of Allah SWT. It's natural to love people and pleasures of this world, however, they should not be preferred over the work of Deen. (see 9:24)

Allah SWT accepts the repentance of whom He wills.

Do not give value to a scholar's opinion if it contradicts with the Qur'an and Sunnah. It is very important for us to check our sources of knowledge.

- "And those who hoard gold and silver and spend it not in the way of Allah - give them tidings of a painful punishment." (9:34)

- Don't make fun of the Deen or the symbols of Deen. It is a major sin. Leave the gathering where the Ayaat or Sunnah are being mocked.

-The greatest success is attaining the pleasure of Allah SWT

GO FORTH IN THE WAY OF ALLAH SWT REGARDLESS OF

1. YOUR HEALTH

2. YOUR AGE

3. SUPPORT OR NO SUPPORT

4. YOUR RESOURCES

5. TRANSPORT & FACILITIES

6. YOUR FINANCIAL STATUS

7. YOUR EMOTIONAL STATE

MAKE A LIST OF THE EXCUSES YOU GIVE YOURSELF FOR NOT STRIVING IN THE PATH OF ALLAH SWT.

ZAKAT IS:

- for the poor and needy

- for those employed to collect [zakah]

- for bringing hearts together [for Islam]

- for freeing captives (prisoners wrongly imprisoned)

- for those in debt

- for the cause of Allah and for the [stranded] traveler (see 9:60)

சில நேரங்களில் நாம் தயாராக இல்லாத பேரிடர்களால் பாதிக்கப்படுகிறோம். நாங்கள் எதிர்ப்பைக் காட்டுகிறோம், புகார் செய்கிறோம் மற்றும் மாற்ற விரும்பவில்லை. ஆனால் சில ஆண்டுகளுக்குப் பிறகு, பேரழிவு முடிந்து, விஷயங்கள் மாறும்போது, அந்த சோதனைக்காக அல்லாஹ் SWTக்கு நன்றி கூறுகிறோம்.

உங்கள் சோதனைகளில் அல்லாஹ்வை நம்புங்கள். உங்களுக்கான திட்டங்களை அவர் அறிவார்.

➖நிலைமைக்கான சூத்திரம்

▪ தைரியமாக இருங்கள்

▪️உறுதியாக/கவனமாக இருங்கள்

▪️அல்லாஹ்வை அதிகம் நினைவில் கொள்ளுங்கள்

(பார்க்க 8:45)

➖எப்படி வெற்றிகரமாக இருக்க வேண்டும்

▪️அல்லாஹ்வுக்குக் கீழ்ப்படியுங்கள் SWT

▪️தூதுவர் எஸ்.ஏ.க்குக் கீழ்ப்படியுங்கள்

▪️பொறுமையாக இருங்கள்

▪️ஒற்றுமையாக இருங்கள்

(பார்க்க 8:46)

➖அல்லாஹ்வின் பாதையில் முயற்சி செய்வதிலிருந்து நம்மைத் தடுப்பது எது

▪️இந்த உலகத்தின் காதல்

▪️நம் ஆசைகள்/நஃப்ஸ் சாத்தானை

- நீங்கள் அல்லாஹ்வைப் பற்றி பேசும்போது உங்கள் வார்த்தைகளை கவனத்தில் கொள்ளுங்கள். நீங்கள் அதை அர்த்தப்படுத்தாதபோது நீங்கள் அல்லாஹ்வுக்கு பயப்படுகிறீர்கள் என்று சொல்லாதீர்கள். இது சாத்தானின் குணம்.

ஒரு சூழ்நிலையை அதிகமாக சிந்திக்க வேண்டாம். ஒரு முடிவை எடுங்கள், அல்லாஹ்வை நம்புங்கள், நடவடிக்கை எடுங்கள்.

- அல்லாஹ் SWT தனது அடியார்களுக்கு ஆசீர்வாதங்களை வழங்க விரும்புகிறான், ஆனால் வேலைக்காரன் நன்றி கெட்டவனாக அல்லது ஆணவமாக இருந்தால் அல்லாஹ் SWT ஆசீர்வாதத்தை பறித்து விடுகிறான்.

➖உங்களை நீங்களே கேட்டுக்கொள்ளுங்கள்:

▪️எனக்காக அல்லது எனது குடும்பத்திற்காக அல்லது பொழுதுபோக்குக்காக நான் எவ்வளவு செலவு செய்கிறேன் மற்றும் அல்லாஹ்வின் பாதையில் நான் எவ்வளவு கொடுக்கிறேன்?

▪️அல்லாஹ்வின் பாதையில் நீங்கள் எதைச் செலவு செய்தாலும் அது உங்களுக்குப் பெருகிய முறையில் திருப்பிக் கொடுக்கப்படும். அல்லாஹ்வின் தீனை ஆதரிப்பதற்கும் பரப்புவதற்கும் கொடுக்கப்பட்ட சதகாவே சிறந்த சதகாவாகும்.

➖ஒரு குடும்பத்தின் வாழ்க்கைத் துணைவர்களோ அல்லது உறுப்பினர்களோ இறுக்கத்தை உணர்ந்தால், உங்கள் இதயங்களில் அன்பை வைக்கும்படி அல்லாஹ்விடம் கேளுங்கள். அவர் இதயங்களை கட்டுப்படுத்துபவர், அவர் இதயங்களை மாற்ற முடியும். துக்கப்படாதீர்கள், விட்டுக்கொடுக்காதீர்கள், சாத்தான் பிளவை ஏற்படுத்த விடாதீர்கள்.

எங்கள் இதயங்களில் பாசத்தை வைக்கும்படி அல்லாஹ்விடம் கேட்கும் உண்மையான துஆ:

யா அல்லாஹ்! எங்கள் இதயங்களில் பாசத்தை வைத்து, எங்கள் விஷயங்களைச் சரிசெய்து, அமைதியின் வழிகளுக்கு எங்களை வழிநடத்துங்கள், இருளிலிருந்து ஒளியை நோக்கி எங்களைக் காப்பாற்றுங்கள், எல்லா வகையான அநாகரீகங்களிலிருந்தும் எங்களைக் காப்பாற்றுங்கள்; வெளிப்படையான மற்றும் மறைவானவை, மற்றும் எங்கள் செவிப்புலன், நமது பார்வை, எங்கள் இதயங்கள், எங்கள் வாழ்க்கைத் துணைவர்கள் மற்றும் எங்கள் குழந்தைகளை ஆசீர்வதித்து, நம்மீது கருணை காட்டுங்கள். உண்மையில் நீங்கள் மனந்திரும்புதலை பெரிதும் ஏற்றுக்கொள்பவர், மீண்டும் மீண்டும் கருணை காட்டுபவர். (அல்-ஹக்கீம்)

அல்லாஹ்வின் பொருட்டு மக்களை நேசி SWT ஏனெனில் இதுவே சிறந்த அன்பு.

பிறரை நேசிப்பவர்கள் மென்மையான உள்ளம் கொண்டவர்கள்.

- மற்ற நாடுகளைப் பின்பற்றுவதை அல்லாஹ் SWT தடைசெய்கிறான்.

➖எங்கள் திருமணங்கள், நிகழ்வுகள், ஆடை அணிவது எப்படி?

பாட்டு மற்றும் நடனம், எதிர் பாலினத்தின் இலவச கலப்பு ஆகியவற்றை உள்ளடக்கிய திருமண விழாக்களுடன் திருமணம் தொடங்கும் போது, நம் திருமணத்தில் பராக்கா (அன்பு மற்றும் நல்லிணக்கம்) எவ்வாறு எதிர்பார்க்கப்படுகிறது?

அல்லாஹ்வின் கட்டளைகளை நாம் பின்பற்றவில்லை என்றால், நம் வாழ்விலும் நம் வீடுகளிலும் எப்படி அமைதியையும் ஆசீர்வாதத்தையும் எதிர்பார்க்கிறோம்?

➖உங்களுக்கு துரோகம் செய்பவர்களுக்கு துரோகம் செய்யாதீர்கள், ஒவ்வொரு சூழ்நிலையிலும் இஹ்சான் செய்யுங்கள்

உண்மையான/உண்மையான ஈமான் செல்வம் அல்லது உறுப்புகள் மூலம் தியாகத்தை கோருகிறார்

- அல்லாஹ் SWT மீது உண்மையாக அன்பு செலுத்துபவர்கள் தங்கள் வீடுகளில் அமர்ந்து அல்லா SWT மீது தங்கள் அன்பைக் கூறிக் கொண்டிருக்க மாட்டார்கள். அவர்கள் முஹாஜிரீன்கள் மற்றும் அன்சாரிகளைப் போன்று அவருடைய பாதையில் பாடுபடுவதன் மூலம் அவர் மீதுள்ள அன்பைக் காட்டுகிறார்கள். (பார்க்க 8:74)

➖தொழுகை மற்றும் தர்மம் ஏன் குர்ஆனில் ஒன்றாக குறிப்பிடப்பட்டுள்ளது? ஏனெனில் தொழுகை என்பது அல்லாஹ்வின் உரிமை, ஜகாத் என்பது மக்களின் உரிமை. அல்லாஹ் SWT குர்ஆன் முழுவதும் தனது உரிமைகளை அவருக்கு வழங்கவும், மக்களுக்கு அவர்களின் உரிமைகளை வழங்கவும் நினைவூட்டுகிறார்.

- அறிவைப் பெறவும் சேபர் தேவை

- தவ்ரா குர்ஆன் வகுப்பின் 3-4 மணிநேரம் முழுவதும் நான் பதறாமல், புகார் செய்யாமல் உட்கார முடியுமா?

- இத்தனை கவனச்சிதறல்கள் இருந்தாலும் படிப்பில் கவனம் செலுத்த முடியுமா?

மக்கள் என்னை வேறொன்றிற்கு அழைக்கிறார்கள், ஆனால் நான் தீன் பற்றிய எனது கற்றலில் கவனம் செலுத்துவேன்

- உங்கள் தீனைப் பற்றிய ��றிவு இல்லாத நபர்களை (வாய்மொழியாகவோ அல்லது உடல் ரீதியாகவோ) தாக்காதீர்கள். அவர்கள் உங்களிடம் கேட்டால், அவர்களுக்குத் தெரிவிக்கவும். காத்திரு. நம்ப வேண்டுமா வேண்டாமா என்பதை அவர்கள் முடிவு செய்யட்டும். நமது பொறுப்பு தெரிவிப்பது, மாற்றுவது அல்ல.

"அதற்குக் காரணம் அவர்கள் அறியாத மக்கள்." (9:6)

இதன் பொருள் முதலில், தீனைப் பற்றிய உண்மையான அறிவைப் பெற வேண்டும், இதன் மூலம் சரியானதை சரியான வழியில் மக்களுக்கு எடுத்துச் செல்ல வேண்டும்.

- விசுவாசிகள் அல்லாஹ்வை மட்டுமே அஞ்ச வேண்டும், ஏனென்றால் அவர் எல்லாவற்றின் உரிமையாளர். ஒரு நபர் அல்லாஹ்வைத் தவிர வேறு யாருக்காவது பயப்படும்போது, அல்லாஹ்வை அதிருப்தி அடையச் செய்யும் போது அந்த மனிதனைப் பிரியப்படுத்த சில விஷயங்களைச் செய்யலாம். அல்லாஹ்வின் கட்டளைகளுக்கும் வரம்புகளுக்கும் முன்னுரிமை கொடுங்கள்.

"எவர்கள் ஈமான் கொண்டு, ஹிஜ்ரத் செய்து, தங்கள் செல்வத்தாலும், உயிராலும் அல்லாஹ்வின் பாதையில் பாடுபட்டார்களோ, அவர்களே அல்லாஹ்வின் பார்வையில் உயர்ந்த பதவியில் உள்ளனர். மேலும் அவர்களே [வெற்றியை] அடைபவர்கள்." (9:20)

➖செய்ய வேண்டியவை: 9:20ல் குறிப்பிடப்பட்டுள்ள விஷயங்களை எப்படிச் செய்வீர்கள் என்று திட்டமிடுங்கள்.

உங்கள் நம்பிக்கையை எவ்வாறு வலுப்படுத்துவீர்கள்? எந்த பாவத்திலிருந்து நீங்கள் இடம்பெயர்வீர்கள்? இசையா? நேரத்தை வீ ணாக்குதல்? உங்கள் செல்வத்தைக் கொண்டு அல்லாஹ்வின் பாதையில் எவ்வாறு பாடுபடுவீர்கள்? உங்கள் வாழ்க்கையை அல்லாஹ்வின் பாதையில் எவ்வாறு பாடுபடுவீர்கள்?

➖உண்மையான விசுவாசிகள்

ஈமான் வேண்டும் ➡️அவர்களின் சுகத்தை விட்டுவிடு➡️அதிக போராடு ➡️தங்கள் செல்வத்துடன்➡️தங்கள் கைகால்களால்➡️அல்லாஹ்வுக்காக தங்குமிடம் கொடு➡️உதவி➡️

- மனச்சோர்வு மற்றும் பதட்டத்திற்கான தீர்வு அல்லாஹ்விடம் உள்ளது SWT. ஒருவன் அல்லாஹ்விடமிருந்தும் அவனது புத்தகத்திலிருந்தும் தூரமானால் அவனது உள்ளத்தில் உள்ள சோகம் நீங்காது.

- மக்கள் உங்களைப் பாராட்டினாலும் அல்லது விமர்சித்தாலும், மழையிலும் வெயிலிலும், அல்லாஹ்வின் பாதையில் பாடுபடுவதே சிறந்த செயல். அல்லாஹ் SWT உண்மையான முயற்சிகளை பார்க்கிறான் முடிவுகளை அல்ல. அவரை நோக்கி ஒரு அடி எடுத்து வைக்கவும், அவர் உங்களை வழிநடத்துவார்.

- உங்கள் குடும்பத்தினர் மற்றும் நண்பர்கள் அல்லாஹ்வின் பாதையில் முயற்சி செய்வதிலிருந்தும், அவருக்குப் பிரியமானதைச் செய்வதிலிருந்தும் உங்களைத் தடுத்தால் அவர்களை ஆதரிக்காதீர்கள்.

- உறவுகளின் அன்பு, செல்வம், ஆறுதல் ஆகியவை அல்லாஹ்வின் பாதையில் பாடுபடுவதைத் தடுக்க வேண்டாம். இவ்வுலகின் மனிதர்களையும் இன்பங்களையும் நேசிப்பது இயற்கையானது, இருப்பினும், தீனின் வேலையை விட அவர்கள் விரும்பப்படக்கூடாது. (பார்க்க 9:24)

அல்லாஹ் தான் நாடியவர்களின் மனந்திரும்புதலை ஏற்றுக்கொள்கிறான்.

குர்ஆன் சுன்னாவுக்கு முரண்பட்டால் அறிஞரின் கருத்துக்கு மதிப்பு கொடுக்காதீர்கள். நமது அறிவு ஆதாரங்களைச் சரிபார்ப்பது மிகவும் முக்கியம்.

"மேலும், எவர்கள் தங்கத்தையும் வெள்ளியையும் பதுக்கி வைத்து, அல்லாஹ்வின் பாதையில் செலவழிக்காமல் இருப்பார்களோ - அவர்களுக்குத் துன்புறுத்தும் தண்டனையைப் பற்றிய நற்செய்தி கூறுங்கள்." (9:34)

- தீனையோ, தீனின் சின்னங்களையோ கேலி செய்யாதீர்கள். அது பெரும் பாவம். ஆயாத் அல்லது சுன்னாவை கேலி செய்யும் கூட்டத்தை விட்டு வெளியேறுங்கள்.

-அல்லாஹ்வின் திருப்தியை அடைவதே மிகப்பெரிய வெற்றியாகும்

எதைப் பொருட்படுத்தாமல் அல்லாஹ்வின் பாதையில் செல்லுங்கள்

1. உங்கள் உடல்நலம்

2. உங்கள் வயது

3. ஆதரவு அல்லது ஆதரவு இல்லை

4. உங்கள் வளங்கள்

5. போக்குவரத்து & வசதிகள்

6. உங்கள் நிதி நிலை

7. உங்கள் உணர்ச்சி நிலை

அல்லாஹ்வின் பாதையில் பாடுபடாததற்கு நீங்கள் கொடுக்கும் சாக்குகளின் பட்டியலை உருவாக்கவும்.

ஜகாத்:

- ஏழை மற்றும் ஏழைகளுக்கு

- (ஜகாத்) வசூலிப்பதற்காக வேலை செய்பவர்களுக்கு

- இதயங்களை ஒன்றிணைப்பதற்காக [இஸ்லாத்திற்காக]

- கைதிகளை விடுவிப்பதற்காக (கைதிகள் தவறாக சிறையில் அடைக்கப்பட்டுள்ளனர்)

- கடனில் இருப்பவர்களுக்கு

- அல்லாஹ்வின் காரணத்திற்காகவும், [சிக்கப்படும்] பயணிகளுக்காகவும் (பார்க்க 9:60)

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hangmanssunnies · 2 years ago

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Inconceivable!

Summary: No one tells you how hard it is to have to plan to leave and hurt the love of your life. However, when you know you want different things, you must choose. And your baby is probably the only thing you can ever imagine choosing over Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw.

Pairings: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Fem! Reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Word count: 8.2k words

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, fertility problems, panic attacks, Angst with a happy ending, threatening to break Brad's heart, so many references to The Princess Bride,Soft!smut, Soft!Bradley, Organized!Bradley. Let me know if I missed any others.

Authors Note: No use of Y/N. As always, I love BradBrad so much y'all. I don't know if I can write nonangsty smut. I was thinking of him and kids. The next thing you know I wrote whatever this is. Bradley wearing glasses 🥵. I hope you enjoy this! My inbox is always open if you want to let me know your thoughts. Reblogs with your thoughts, opinions, and tags are always appreciated as well! I love reading through them.

You knew Bradley never wanted to be a father, which was just fine with you because you knew you couldn't have kids. You had known about your fertility problems for a long time and had long ago come to peace with it.

Y'all had several conversations about children when you first started dating. Once you both felt like your feelings on the matter were hashed out, you had never really felt like revisiting the topic. Your life wasn't less or empty without kids. You were perfectly content with the life you and Rooster had made together.

That's why you have no idea what to do with the situation you are in right now. You were at your gynecologist for your annual check-up. Taking a pregnancy test was standard procedure, something you didn't even bat your eyes about or worry over. What you weren't prepared for was the positive results back.

"I'm sorry?" You choked out in disbelief. "That can't be possible."

"I know this is probably surprising, but," your doctor starts to say before you cut them off.

"No. No, I have known since I was 17 that I can't get pregnant."

"Well, you are and can. Sometimes miracles like this can happen," your doctor responded kindly.

She went on to ramble more and talk about some next steps and options. You felt shocked, not entirely sure how to process the information she was throwing your way. You left the office a bit later, promising to set up a follow-up appointment.

Your first thought was to get an abortion. It was the obvious solution. Bradley didn't want kids, and you hadn't wanted them either. Right? You tried to think if it was true. Was it that you didn't want kids or just that you couldn't have kids?

For the next week, you tried to run the pros and cons and sort out your feelings on what was happening. You tried to act as normal as possible with Bradley. You didn't want to bring anything up until you knew how you felt.

Part of you kept coming back to when you were a little girl to how growing up before you knew that you couldn't have kids, the promise you would whisper to yourself. The promise of how you would do better than your own parents did.

You thought of the fantasies you used to have: the baby shoes, baking in the kitchen guiding a tiny pair of hands, sports practices, matching sweaters for family holiday cards, first recitals, proms and homecomings, dropping them off for their first day of college, and parent's weekends where you buy cheap booze, family trips, the possibilities of grandkids.

Now suddenly, all those fantasies were a possibility again. A reality that could come true in less than a year. Thinking about them brought an ache to your chest. An ache that manifested as want, a desire so strong all the cons you could come up with didn't really matter, well, all of them but one.

The biggest problem of the puzzle was Bradley, the love of your life. You had absolutely no doubt that he would do the right thing and stay by your side. However, you didn't want him to be a dad because he had to do it. The thought of him being forced to do something he didn't want to, just because it's the right thing, made your stomach roll. The idea of part of him resenting you, and eventually your child too, because of something you chose. That was something you couldn't live with.

So even though you felt a heavy hurt in your chest, you knew you had to leave Bradley. You weighed that heartbreak compared to the want for this child that had bloomed in your chest, and one outweighed the other. So now, on top of thinking about the baby, you started to think through quiet plans of how it would hurt your husband least to leave him.

You almost broke down one night and told him the two of you had been lying on the couch together. Bradley was casually spooning you from behind, one of his hands playing with a lock of hair while the movie he picked played on the TV. Of course, it was the Princess Bride, one of his all-time favorites.

You were half watching the movie, half dozing. Bradley was too good at soothing you, and you had started noticing a significant change in your energy levels as of late. You mentally made a note to bring it up at the follow-up doctor's appointment you had scheduled.

"I would do that," Bradley suddenly says, bringing you back to alertness.

"Oh really?" you hum, unsure what he was talking about.

"Yes, I would wait five years and chase after kidnappers, fight the prince, build a tolerance to poison, all for you, baby."

Bradley's honest love for you warmed your chest like it always did. However, the current circumstances turned that warmth into a bitter aftertaste in the back of your throat. What you were doing haunted you. His hand drops your hair and traces down your arm until he threads your fingers together. His large hand in yours helped further break down your resolve.

"What if I asked you to do something you didn't want to?" You ask him hesitantly.

"If you wanted me to, then I would," Brad tells you plainly. As if that were a given, you should just expect that his desires would line up with yours. It doesn't put you at ease like you were hoping it would.

"What if it was something you really didn't want to. Something bigger than sword fights and rodents of unusual size?"

His hand flexes squeezing yours a little tighter. Bradley doesn't say anything for a moment, and you wait with bated breath. Finally, he nuzzles your neck with his nose before asking, "Do you have something specific in mind?"

That was the moment, the moment that you could come clean to him. You could be honest and lay it all out on the table, but you don't. You can't. You aren't ready to let him go yet; it's too soon, you tell yourself.

So you lie to him, finally pushing the words out your throat, "No, nothing specific. Just asking."

Bradley's fingers that are laced with yours squeeze yours again, and you have the sneaking suspicion that he doesn't believe your lie. "Well, even if it was big. We would do what we always do. We'll talk about it and figure it out. Then I'll agree with what you want, just like I always do."

"You shouldn't do things you don't want to do just for me, Brad," you chastise him lightly. The heavy pit in your chest constricts even more.

He kisses your head, pulling you a little tighter against him in his embrace. "Sure, whatever you say, babe."

The whole thing sits with you for another week, and the doctor's appointment you made starts to creep closer. You are reading an article in incognito mode on your phone about nutrition during pregnancy and the importance of vitamins. Occasionally, you glance up to see Bradley sitting on the other side of the couch.

He has a thick World War Two biography book wide open, nearing the end. His reading glasses are perched on the edge of his nose. Even though you had teased Brad relentlessly when he first got them, the glasses were actually really hot. The sight of them on him now makes heat start to bud in the bottom of your abdomen.

You lock your phone and set it aside, looking more thoroughly at Bradley now. He was so so very handsome. You found it unlikely there would ever be another man you would allow into your bed after him. The edges of panic that seep into you every time you consider the inevitable end with Bradley makes a reappearance. You push it to the side as much as possible, but it creates a sudden desperation for him in you.

"Bradley."

"Yes, my love?" He asks, not looking up from the page in front of him.

"I need something."

"What do you need?" He turns the page of his book and pushes those damn glasses higher up the bridge of his nose.

"I need you," you tell him, biting your lip.

His eyes snap up from the page to look at you, and his eyebrows raise, processing your words. "What was that?"

"I need you to make love to me, Brad. I'm on fire."

He dog ears the page he is on his book and sets it on the coffee table, turning to give you his full attention. His hands casually trace up your leg, massaging the tense muscles of your claves.

You let out a soft sigh at the feeling. A few moments later, Bradley crawls up your body, pressing soft kisses to your neck and then melding his lips to yours. You sigh into his mouth, enjoying the taste of him, trying to savor it. You pull off his reading glasses so they aren't in the way, haphazardly tossing them away.

When he starts to pull away, you wrap your arms around him, drawing him closer, not wanting any space between you. You trace one of your hands down his neck and under the collar of his shirt, tracing his shoulders, kissing him harder, slipping your tongue into his mouth.

"What has got you so needy, sweet girl?" He asks you, confused, pressing a few soft sweet kisses to your throat.

"Just you, handsome man," you tell him, trying to draw Bradley back to your lips. Bradley smiles, hearing your words but then shifts off you and the couch.

Before you can protest at his absence, he goes to pick you up. Like every time Bradley picks you up, you are hit with the worry that it will be the time he can't do it, or he will drop you, make heaving grunting sounds, or some other terrible mishap will come to pass. It doesn't, though; he secures you in his arms and starts to carry you through the house to your room.

You start pressing kisses to the readily presented column of his neck then. When he reaches your bed and goes to put you down, you sink your teeth into the space where his neck starts to curve into his shoulder. Although he lets out a hiss, you hadn't held back with the bite. You made it intending to mark him.

When he does set you down, you scramble hurriedly to start undressing him, desperate to see and feel the expanses of his golden skin. Unfortunately, you only get Brad out of his teeshirt before he stops you. His large hands close around your wrists, holding them tight, preventing them from moving further down, lower than the top of his abdomen.

"Slow down, pretty girl. We got all the time in the world," he says. You know, he said it to be soothing, but he didn't know how wrong he was. He didn't understand the finite amount of time you had left together.

So when he lets go of your wrist, you instead start to pull off your own clothes and settle yourself on the bed. You stare at him expectantly and let out the smallest huff.

"Slow down." He tells you again, "And, don't move your hands off the headboard," When he is satisfied with how you are holding it, he starts to kiss down your body.

"Why are you so worried?" he breaths out against your inner thigh, pressing feather-light kisses to the skin there. "You know I'm going to take care of you, my love. I always do. There's no reason to be so worried."

Bradley's words manage to hit the exact spot of comfort you are actually needing. Even though you are planning on leaving him. You still want him to take care of you; you want to do this with him. But, you also know that can't happen. So, regardless you feel more at ease; the desperation in you is not quite so hot, not making you jittery with need.

Bradley rewards the way your body relaxes by licking stripe over you. You resist the urge to let go of the headboard and bury your hands in Bradley's thick hair. The way he sucks your clit into his mouth to roll his tongue over makes you arch, needing more. Bradley lays his arm across your hips, applying pressure to keep you still under him.

The more you work to struggle against his arm, feeling your high edge closer and closer, a thought suddenly pops into your head. Is it still okay for Bradley to hold you down like this? Are you going to hurt your baby? It's an irrational thought, you know that, but your body instantly reacts to it. Of course, so early into your pregnancy, there is no reason this would be a problem, but you still drop your hips down onto the bed, no longer trying to move them against him. Your distraction pulled you far back from the edge.

You try to focus on the feel of Bradley's tongue and how warm he feels with his shoulders caged between your thighs. But only a few breaths later, Bradley is lifting his head to look at you.

He has a crease between his eyebrows, and his tongue that was just around you darts out to lick to own lips. "What just stopped you from coming?" he asks, concerned. His voice is thick and low. His hold over your waist disappears as he draws soothing circles on your hip. Bradley's concern draws you back to him and into the want you have for him.

You let go of the headboard and stretch out your arms. Then, burying your hands in his hair, you tilt Brad's face to fully meet your eyes.

"Make love to me, Bradley," you beg him. He stares at you for a very long minute, and you stare back at him, waiting. Finally, he pulls his eyes away from yours and stares at your center in front of him.

"As you wish," he mutters the words. Rooster pulls himself off the bed and pulls his sweats off. You drag your eyes over his naked body, taking him all in. You lick your lips at the sight.

"You are breathtaking, Brad," you tell him. That smile that melts your heart shows up on his face, and he glows under your praise.

You crawl to the edge of the bed and trace your hands up his muscular thighs. You guide your hand upwards. You brush over his cock, not really giving it any attention, before outlining his side, watching his stomach and abs contract under your fingers. You go slowly, trying to memorize the feel of his skin under you. You kiss along his chest too.

He leans down and captures your lips. You kiss Rooster back, glad that the fervor has left your body, but you are no less desperate for him. The desire to memorize him doesn't go.

You urge him onto the bed, pushing him on his back. You straddle Bradley, settling over him, with his cock nestled in between your lower lips. You give a small rock, his head bumping into your clit. You moan a little and repeat the motion.

Leaning forward, you rest your hands on his chest to give you more leverage. Rooster moves his hips with you increasing the friction. The pace is slow and almost teasing for both of you.

Shifting your weight, you lean and kiss him again. Bradley's tongue slips into your mouth, running against yours. One of his hands comes up and rests on your hip, urging you, pulling you further down to rub against him harder. His other hand cups one of your breasts, his thumb running over your nipple in swirling strokes.

You break his embrace just to reach your hand and guide him inside. Bradley lets out a heavy sigh as he slips into you. You resist the urge to slide all the way down his length, keeping it slow.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he tells you, biting his lips.

"Love how you fill me, Brad," you sigh once he is fully hilted. Both of you are breathing more elevated. When you start to move your hips again, Bradley closes his eyes and presses his head back into the bed.

You immediately stop moving, glaring down at him. "No," you say, and his eyes open instantly, looking at you again. You reach up a hand to grip his chin affectionately, holding his face in place. "I need to see you."

"You are so beautiful," he tells you. Bradley does as you want and doesn't break eye contact again.

The room is filled with both of your moanings as you work together at a slow, steady pace. The way his hands run along your skin and back is almost reverent. The heat in you starts to build again. You grind down hard onto Bradley so that your clit gets more stimulation.

Rooster's right hand comes around and settles on your lower stomach, applying pressure and letting his thumb dip down to brush your clit in light strokes. You gasp, a moan breaking from your throat. You freeze on top of Bradley's cock, enjoying the zing his thumb just sent up your spine.

"That's right. So good." Bradley moans out, pressing his thumb harder into you. Even though he is filling you so deliciously, you don't feel close enough to him. You feel like you want to crawl into his skin. That would be the only thing that would satisfy your need for him.

You grab his hand that isn't on your clit and thread your fingers together. His hand grips yours back. Bradley doesn't make any movement to shift either of your hips, content to play with your clit and stare into your eyes.

"Fuck, I love you." Bradley groans out, biting his lower lip. You start to rock your hips into his again, but for the most part, keeping him fully hilted inside you. You almost feel like you are drowning in his eyes with how he looks up at you. His heavy-lidded gaze makes you clench around him.

Your moans and quiet pants mix with his. The tension in you grows as you swirl your hips into his.

"Need this, need you." Bradley swirls his thumb a little harder and does break eye contact to nip your neck, sitting more up on the bed to get a better angle. Having more of your skin pressed together helps ease more of the ache in you.

You grip his hair again, pulling him up, shifting, so you are chest to chest. Bradley's free hand clutches you close to him. You trace the scars on his cheek with your lips before kissing him again.

"I love you," you sigh against his mouth. He groans and rocks his hips into yours, creating a bit more friction. Rooster understands just what you need, not pulling out of you.

The two of you build a rhythm together; finally, you can't hold back anymore. The bubble in you bursts, and you clench hard around Bradey's cock. Bradley takes a few more gasping breaths and then cums in you with a low moan. Bradley starts to move like he is going to pull out of you, so you whine and hold him closer.

"No, no. I need you closer," you tell him. You are still desperate to have him near. You press your nose into Rooster's neck, breathing in his natural musky scent. Trying to absorb the smell entirely, memorizing it before biting the skin and tasting it.

"Woah. Woah," Bradley says breathily. You let out a low hum in response, trying to savor his sounds as well. You wiggle your hips against him again, where he is still half hard. You consciously clench around his dick, reminding yourself how full Bradley makes you.

"Baby, stop," he says. Rooster's voice is wrecked, and his large hands hold your hips still. At first, you don't even hear his request until he repeats it more forcefully. Then he rolls you over onto your back and pulls out of you quickly. You gasp at the sudden loss of him. You have to lay there for a moment, trying to reorient yourself. Bradley is sitting on the edge of the bed, panting hard, his hands on his knees.

"Bradley?" You croak out, reaching a hand hesitantly towards him. He looks back at you, and his face is a mix of panicked and furious.

"What the fuck was that?" He asks you in a low growl.

"What was what?"

"Don't bullshit me."

"I have no idea what you are talking about," you tell him, drawing your eyebrows close together.

"That was was goodbye sex," he says slowly. Your mouth drops open, and you try to reach around your rattling brain to come up with an answer, an excuse. However, you find it completely empty.

"That was the exact kind of sex we have before I leave and deploy. You had the same look." Bradley was almost shaking, and you had no idea what to say that wouldn't be a lie.

"What's going on? Something has been wrong for weeks. I keep waiting for you to talk to me, and you fucking haven't."

"I —" you start to say, but Bradley's eyes are so captivating, so genuine, you can't lie to him. So before you even know what you are saying, the words fall out of your mouth, "I'm leaving."

Rooster physically recoils at your words. The line of his back is taut, and his eyebrows draw together. His mouth presses into a tight line. His jaw flexing, and you can tell he is clenching his teeth. "What did I do wrong?"

"No, sweetie," you say quickly. "It's not you. It's me." You tell him gently. It was you, well, you and this baby, but Brad didn't need to know that. Your words only seemed to make him more upset.

"Are you kidding me? You didn't just say that." He mutters it under his breath, pulling at his short curls in frustration and glaring at you. He is so tense the veins in his bicep and neck start to pop.

"I'm sorry," you offer him quietly.

"I don't want to hear sorry. I want to hear a reason. Were you going to tell me? Or just planning to disappear?"

"Of course, I was going to tell you."

"When?"

"Soon."

"Why? "

"I can't..."

"No. I think I deserve to know why the love of my life is leaving me," Bradley says, frustrated. He stands up from bed, goes to his drawers, and pulls on some boxers to throw on. He also grabs one of his old Sigma Pi shirts out of his drawer and throws it for you to shrug on.

You felt shame and frustration building in you. You didn't want to deal with this situation right now. You didn't want to have to tell Bradley why. Then to your absolute horror, and probably the hormones coursing through you, you burst into tears.

Bradley's pacing halts for a moment at the sight of your tears, but then he resumes momentarily as he balls his fist tight. His knuckles turning a paler shade.

"We want different things." You gasp out between the sobs racking your body.

"We want different things," he repeats slowly, like he is trying to piece out some hidden meaning in the words.

"Yes," you hiccup nodding your head.

"How could that be possible?" He questions you sharply. "If that were the case, we wouldn't have gotten married. And you didn't mention anything when we had our last relationship check-in."

Bradley was big on communication. He insisted y'all have seasonal relationship check-ins with each other to talk about anything that had happened and how you were feeling about your relationship. This conversation should have probably been reserved for the next one, but you couldn't wait a few more weeks before leaving, or Bradley would know.

You were going to start showing at some point; while all the articles you read were inconsistent about when that might happen, it would happen eventually. You knew it would probably be impossible to leave Rooster if he knew that you were pregnant. Every moment with him weakened your resolve to do the right thing.

"Things change, people change." You weakly tell him. Not able to conceive a better excuse.

"I don't understand why you are jumping into leaving me. Baby, why won't you talk to me?" Bradley suddenly dropped hard to his knees on the wood floor at the side of the bed. You winced at the sound it made. He pulls one of your hands into both of his. "Please talk to me," he begs you, holding your hand delicately in his. The puppy dog look Bradley has mastered coming out in full force.

"I can't…"

"You can," he reassures you, swiping a thumb across your pulse point. You felt your stomach roll, the emotions in you going haywire.

"I'm…" you trail off and then shake your head at him in denial of this situation. As soon as you tell Bradley, it will be over.

"It's okay, baby. Anything. You can tell me anything. Talk to me. I won't be mad," he adds on for your benefit. Your plans all crumbled at that moment because how can you deny Bradley Bradshaw anything when he begs for it.

"I'm pregnant," you finally whisper in a barely audible voice. With how Bradley reacted to your words, you might as well have screamed them. First, he flinches like a whole body flinch. Every muscle you can see tensing. He shutters and his grip on your hand tightens to where it is almost painful.

Bradley freezes like that for a moment, blinking at you owlishly, before he drops his head down, hiding his face from your view. Finally, he presses his face down into the bed.

You wait with bated breath. Rooster's grip on your hand didn't lessen in the slightest. You feel panic settle in the back of your throat when his shoulders start to tremble, and he still hasn't said anything.

"Bradley?" You flex your hand, resisting his tight grip, and he releases you. His hands fall limply on the bed. He still hasn't looked at you, though.

Tears start to streak down your face faster, and a small sob hitches in your throat. "I am sorry," you tell him sincerely.

"Are you really?" His low voice asks muffled.

"Sorry, or pregnant?" You ask pulling up the collar of his shirt you are wearing to wipe away some of your tears. "Because it's both."

His hands come to clasp themselves together, and you briefly wonder if he is praying. The shaking of his shoulders and the inability to see his face make it increasingly impossible to understand his reaction.

Finally, he looks at you, and those hazel eyes bleed back at you, tears still falling down his face staining his cheeks a bright red even through the healthy tan he has right now. Bradley's eyes trace over your face looking like he is searching for any trace of a lie. Then he examines your body under his shirt like he might already see a difference.

As if there was a difference, he would be able to notice now that he didn't notice before when you were naked, and he was inside of you. You wrap your arms around your chest, hugging yourself under his scrutiny.

"I'm going to keep it." You finally tell him now that Bradley's shining eyes are available for scrutiny again. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and his face falls into a frown. "I'm sorry," you say again.

You try to think of the right words to explain yourself to him. "When I found out, I realized I wanted this. I know we always said we didn't. But I really want this baby, Bradley. I am sorry I kept it from you. I just didn't know how to tell you. And then I saw these baby shoes in the store. They were so cute." Your fingers knot into the edge of the worn frat shirt you are wearing. His hazel eyes aren't giving you much to go off of. They are still darting around your face like he is trying to figure out what you are telling him.

Brad abruptly stands up in the middle of your rambling. So, you halt your words. Watching him as he walks out of the room. You strain your ears, trying to listen to where he went. You hear the hallway door open and beeps coming from the safe. After hearing it click open and seal again, Bradley's feet can be heard on the hallway floor again.

Your mind runs, trying to think of what he could have grabbed from the safe. Your important documents? You silently make a note that was something that you need to be sure to pack. You wouldn't want to come back to Bradley to get your passport or something after leaving. Could it be money? Was he going to give you money to leave with and give you some of the cash you two had been saving to move?

The thoughts make breathing extra hard, and you start to suck air in and out rapidly. The panic floods your veins, making the walls of the room shrink inward towards you. Sharp tingles prick at your fingertips and toes.

Before you can run through any other possible scenario, he gets back.

You can't focus on Bradley enough to see him through the black that starts to edge in at the corner of your vision. You desperately try to pull a gasping breath in your chest. The action of breathing is suddenly too overwhelming.

The panic of what you had just done finally cutting into you. That Bradley now knew the secrets you had been harboring so close to your chest. There is wringing in your ears, the shuddering wracking your body. You curl into yourself to try and shield yourself from the hurt and panic ringing through your body.

Then, you are engulfed. There isn't enough weight on the outside of you to combat the storm of panic that was trying to burst out from the inside of your veins. Numbness fills your body, and you know you are close to passing out. The storm brewed inside you, desperate to escape your body, desperate to take you out at the same time.

Heaving in breaths gets harder and more difficult. You dig your nails hard into the skin of your thighs, trying to scramble for anything to steady yourself. Fighting each desperate moment when there is s shift.

At first, you don't know what has changed. However, your breaths get a gasp longer, allowing slightly more oxygen, and the black in your vision starts to recede. You slam your eyes shut at the nausea you feel. The more air you can finally take in, the more you are allowed to start making sense of anything besides your own haywire body.

You are wrapped in your weighted blanket, and the extra pressure is aided by Bradley. He is holding you tight within his arms and legs, and he has you pulled close to his chest.

His legs are wrapped around your hips and crossed in front of you. Giving the front of your body room. Your legs are trapped between you two. One of his arms is crossed over your chest, and the other is petting your head soothingly, playing with your hair occasionally.

Bradley is humming to you. You try and focus on the tune. It's like a lifeline; you cling to the sound, letting it help your thoughts trail away from your panic. You keep trying to breathe bigger, longer breaths consciously now.

It's a tune you have heard before. Finally, Bradley breaks from the humming, whispering one of the lyrics into your ear, and you can immediately place the song.

"Love of my life," he mutters lowly into your ear, and then he returns to his humming. You are flashed back to a different time he sang this song to you.

He had been perched on the bench of a piano. Fingers gliding over the keys in time, his sweet voice dipping between octaves. It was Love Of My Life, by Queen. It is the song Bradley sings to you before every single deployment.

The song feels like a confirmation that you two will not be making it. A confirmation he is letting you go. This is the song that always fills the space between you when parting ways. The small semblance of recovery you had made is gone. Your breaths start to quicken again as you are dragged back into the panic.

Bradley's arms flex hard, and there is slightly more pressure around you. The beads of the weighted blanket shifting under his hands. He continues humming the song, but this time he peppers in a few more of the lyrics.

"Love of my life, don't leave me," he croons softly into your ear.

You don't know how long Bradley holds you waiting for you to calm down. You don't ever feel at ease, but the slow breaths and Bradley's soothing voice help bring you down from the high and worst of the panic attack.

You manage to let out a little whimper, and Bradley's arms start to loosen around you in slow intervals. You turn your face to the side, slotting your eyes up to catch a glimpse of him. Bradley has his eyes closed, and his face is splotchy and red from crying still. You fill in some of the lyrics to his humming in a cracked, barely there voice. Those beautiful eyes flash open, hearing your voice join his humming.

He won't stop humming, though. Rooster's hazel eyes are so intense, a medusas snare, that even as hard as you try to close your eyes, you aren't successful. They have captivated you entirely. Bradley finishes humming the song and lets his arms slip from around you. His legs uncross, and they fall flat on the bed on either side of you.

You push the weighted blanket off your top, so it is pilled around your legs as you ease out of your curled position.

"BradBrad," you whisper for him. You are still trembling at the very tips of your fingers. The buzz and tingles at the front of your nose are still persistent, but feeling has returned to the rest of your body. The needles fade out of your hands and legs.

"Love of my life," he hums sweetly again. His eyes have a tiny bit of worry, but for the most part, they are full of love and adoration for you. His body is borderline hot to the touch and feverish behind you. His heart is thumping loudly under your ear.

Brad's now loose hands find new purchase, gliding over your hips, tracing slow, steady circles. Then his left hand starts creeping forward further. Bradley's large hand is suddenly under his shirt and splaying out flat against your lower belly. That is where it finds its perch.

You gasp at the feeling of his hand, at the placement of it. Brad's fingers make the tiniest indents pressing into your skin. Your breath hitches at his squeeze. The metal of his wedding ring is warm against your skin, a nice contrast to the rest of his hand.

Hearing the way your breath hitches, Bradley immediately lays his hand fully flat. Bradley now retreating to a feather-light touch. His fingers swirl in an unknown pattern on your skin. His hands like to trace the shapes of flight paths he has memorized.

It was something Bradley had confessed to you one night during pillow talk. The two of you sprawled together. You were laying half on his chest. His fingertips were tracing the length of your spine, in feather-light trials, moving from the base of your spine to the small of your back, then following the path again. His fingers would sometimes brush into your hair and give small scratches before tracing your flesh again.

"How do you do that?" You finally had asked him.

"Do what?" He responded, but something about the glint in his eye told you he knew exactly what you were referring to. Rooster just wanted you to admit it out loud.

"You are so consistent, but you keep me on my toes." Bradley's hand stills where it had been gliding on your back. Then he started to trace once more, but this time his fingers making small movements and taking on a new drag like pattern dancing across your back.

"Is that right?" He asked you, but there was a full-blown boyish smirk donning his face.

You nodded your head, licking your lips. The tingles that his hands were sending through your body started to warm you up even after just having finished with him. "Yes, it rocks my world. So, why don't you let me on the secret?"

"I'm just that good, baby," he told you cheekily.

"Bradley Bradshaw." You warned lowly.

"It's flight paths."

"What?"

"I use the flight paths I have memorized," his fingers danced in a looping motion doubling back and then tracing forward again.

"They make it easy to loop, but it's long enough that there is different pacing, or I use the piano," He told you, letting his fingers tap and shift along your back as if it was a set of ivories suddenly. It had made you giggle.

"That might have been one of the sexiest things you have ever told me, Bradley." You had told him before you kissed him silly. And letting him showcase those skills with his tongue for the second time that night.

Now, Brad's hand that is lying against your stomach also starts to follow a pattern. You open your mouth, but Bradley quickly cuts you off.

"Please, don't say sorry."

"But I am."

"That was a bad attack."

It was true that you hadn't had one that severe in a while. "I'm—"

"Do not say sorry," he repeats. You sigh heavily and move to stop leaning against Bradley. However, he doesn't let you. The hand on your hip and lower abdomen fighting you and drawing you flush against him. He settles you, so you are comfortably leaning against his chest again.

"I am sorry," Brad finally says, almost a whisper in your ear.

"You are sorry?"

"Yes."

"Why?" You question him. Not sure you understand what he is apologizing for.

"Why are you going to leave me?" Brad asks instead of answering your question.

You sigh and close your eyes. You lean your head back, so it's settled on Bradley's shoulder. Then take a deep calming breath before responding. "I know you don't want kids. You have always been very honest about that, and it's not your fault I'm pregnant.

"Well, I don't think you went and got pregnant by yourself. It's kind of a process that takes two contributing parties. Unless you are going to tell me that it's someone else's." Bradley says the words so incredulously that you know he has no doubt the baby is his.

"I know you don't want this, but I realized I do."

"What if I do want this?"

"I'm not going to let you do this just because you feel obligated, Bradley," you tell him tiredly.

"No. I want this."

"How could that be?" You ask.

You feel him shift behind you, and you open your eyes to see what he is doing. Bradley is reaching to the bedside table where you see a huge binder sitting.

It is a binder that you know well. Bradley is a meticulous and organized person. He likes to refer to this binder as your Life Plan Binder. It was full of timelines, dates, references, and lists. Everything Bradley feels is necessary for y'all's life.

You realize that this one is different from the one that lives on his desk. It is slimmer, and the front doesn't have a picture of the two of you slotted in the cover that the other did.

"The LPB?" You ask him, confused.

His left hand makes itself at home again on your lower abdomen, while his right hand puts the binder on your lap. Finally, you read the cover where it says alternative plans in bold lettering.

"I'm sorry I left earlier, but I needed to get this." He mutters into your ear. Brad's tone is deeply apologetic. He flips the binder open, and there are labeled tabs. You fully realize this is a binder you have never seen before. You scan the tabs and freeze up in Bradley's hold when you see the one he is thumbing to.

It is towards the back, behind the different tabs, including restations, health, new cars, vacations, and retirement, is a tab that has a simple label. It's blue and just says, baby. Bradley flips to the tab, and you see the cover page of the section with the table of contents. In bold at the top of the page, you read Baby Bradshaw.

A sob that ends up coming out as a broken laugh ripping from your chest. The section contents was filled out with thoroughly thought out plans on you having children, from a section with important timelines, appointments to schedule, college savings plans, and a section with boys' and girls' names that he likes.

You bring one of your hands up to stifle the sobs that are bubbling in your chest. You hold your hand close over your mouth to try to hold back the sound. His fingers traced over the page and the table of contents for the section.

"What is this?" You finally ask him.

"It's my alternate life plan binder. For you know, if other things come up."

"Why do you have a Baby Bradshaw section?" You hesitantly ask. His hand is still warm against your stomach, and he flexes his fingers.

"Well, a while ago, I started thinking about kids," he trails off, and you start looking through the table of contents again. You see that the most robust and largest section is actually related to adoption. You feel your heart melt in your chest. A new bright feeling of hope blossoms looking at the care, time, and thought he has put into this. As he continues, "and well… You know how I am. I wanted to be prepared for that possibility."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I've been ruminating, and I don't know. Maybe I would have mentioned it at our next check-in. But I knew you don't…" Bradley doesn't finish his sentence, and you lose your mind a little bit.

You pull the large binger up into your hands and shift. You struggle and move until you turn in his grip. Your legs wrapped around Brad's waist. You want to see his face, which is easier in this position. The hand that had been placed on your stomach curls around your back and waist, steadying you against him.

"You changed your mind?" You ask him. You let your hands trace over his chest, settling on cupping his face. Then, staring into his eyes, you look for any trace of anger or deceit.

"You seem to also have changed your mind, baby," he takes the binder from where it was awkwardly pressed in between you two. It allows you to settle closer to him. Bradley sets the binder to the side, momentarily breaking eye contact to make sure none of the pages are creased. Your chests were almost flush together. You wrap your arms around his neck, and then he is the one to hold your face. His eyes reconnect with yours, and you once again feel like you are caught in them.

The intensity and openness in his gaze make your lips move faster than your brain to lay out the whole truth for him. "I don't think that I ever wanted to not have kids. I had just accepted it because I knew that I couldn't." You explain, not breaking eye contact. Bradley's thumb traces a slow circle against your cheek.

"I would never let you do this by yourself."

"I can't just throw a wrench like this in your life, Brad."

He immediately starts shaking his head in protest. "It's our life. I'm not going to lie to you and say that you didn't hurt my feelings. If you left me," Bradly heaves a heavy shaky breath. You briefly wonder if he is going to cry again. Then he continues to explain, "I would be broken… shattered. I feel even worse that you didn't want to talk to me or tell me."

You can tell how deeply you hurt him. Even though you knew what you were going to do was wrong, now that you and Bradley are talking about it. You know you need to try and explain your rationale no matter how messed up it was.

"At first, I wasn't sure how I felt. I wanted to talk to you, but I couldn't do that before I knew how I felt. But then I kept thinking about all the times we talked about you not wanting kids. How you had so many good, valid reasons for feeling that way. I know you, Bradley. I knew that you would do the right thing as soon as I told you. But you don't need obligation ruling anymore of your life that it already does."

"So what if I was obligated? I agreed to be obligated to you for the rest of our lives when we got married. I want to be bound to you. I want to shoulder your burdens, just like you shoulder mine," Bradley says.

"A child is a lifelong burden for you to shoulder," you say. You need to know, need to be fully sure Brad understands.

"Do you think so low of me? Do you think I wouldn't love something that was a mix of you and me?"

"There are plenty of people in the world who don't love their children." You tell him, swallowing hard.

He lets out a long sigh, his breath fanning a bit over your face. "I want this baby. I want this baby with you. I want to be at every doctor's appointment. I want to know everything I've missed. I want family vacations where I can buy a Hawaiian shirt in three different sizes for all of us. I want little league games. I want a baby to sing to sleep. I want someone to put on top of the piano and sing to like my dad did. I want us to paint a nursery. I want Disney trips. I want to fight about curfew. I want to make breakfast on Saturdays and spend Sundays in the shop with football, restoring a beat-up first car. I want to make dad jokes. Fuck, I need to buy a pair of new balances."

Warmth fills you at his words. You let out a small laugh picturing Bradley as a stereotypical dad. How he wants all of that with you. That you won't do this alone like you have mentally been preparing yourself for since finding out. You run your fingers up and down his neck trailing it down his shoulder as far as you can reach before tracing back to his neck. A content sigh falls from his lips, and his eyes close, enjoying your gentle caresses.

"What are some of the names?" You break the silence after his confessions.

"I like Westley," he says with a small boyish smile. You bite back a grin at the name, playfully rolling your eyes.

"Oh, and is Buttercup on your list for girl names?" You ask him teasingly.

"Maybe," he says. You lean forward and peck his lips.

"You're not going to leave me," Bradley whispers with conviction. You know he is still coming down from the emotional roller coaster you just went through together. You also know Brad is going to need time to fully process this conversation and the change about to happen in your lives. However, you also know, without a doubt, that Bradley will be holding your hand at your next doctor's appointment.

"No, I'm not." You confirm and brush your lips over his softly.

"Stay with me forever," Bradley begs you in a voice a little too small for you to handle.

You hold the hazel gaze for a very, very long moment. You let him examine you, see the truth, and honestly bleeding in your gaze before you respond. What you want to say at first is: I love you. However, those words weren't quite right; they didn't seem to fully capture your intention and the emotion in your chest you felt for this man. So instead, you settle on the words you think will most closely allow him to understand. You brush your lips against him again, whispering your answer into them.

"As you wish, Bradley."

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Hi there! I love your written works for Sanji, they were so immersive and well written, I found myself lost in the story and! Beautifully done! If its not too much trouble, may I ask for some SFW and, if possible, NSFW headcanons for Sanji with the reader, please? Thank you for your time keep shining on! ❤

ahh this is literally one of the sweetest comments i’ve ever received about my writing, so thank you really <3 and it’s never trouble, i write to please and entertain; so, here you go! i hope you enjoy :)

sfw:

at first, everything is more or less the same, but it’s all in the details.

you think nothing’s changed; he continues flirting with others, professing loudly how they are the light of his life and the reason for his very being—all lies, you remind yourself constantly—and it doesn’t occur to him that he should stop doing that altogether. it gives him pause, this realization, and guilt steadily spreads through his chest. he tries reasoning with himself—it’s what he’s known the majority of his life; he’s never had anyone genuinely like him the way he’s liked them before.

until you, of course.

in his head, you have a special place in his heart, and that’s all that really matters to him. with a love like this, he can’t afford to mess up; so, bit by bit, he offers small pieces of himself, in the hopes that you’ll still want him around.

it’s gradual, but worthwhile. it starts with him sitting next to you for every meal; no one pays attention at first, but after the tenth time your crewmates start to question him. he waves them off, not wanting to elaborate, but also feeling irritatingly demure on the matter—to the point that a faint blush can be seen on his cheeks whenever your name is mentioned, a burden he is more than willing to carry.

brook and robin like to tease him whenever you’re nearby; you don’t mind, if anything, it’s flattering; but he certainly does. when you ask him why, he’s in the middle of sauteing vegetables, the aroma enticing you to hang out in the kitchen a little longer; you are precious to him, he says absently—waves of agitation rippling off of him as he speaks—and he doesn’t want anyone prying. let alone luffy, brook, or zoro. especially zoro, who teases sanji endlessly until you come by and berate the obtuse swordsman for being childish and petty.

it warms his heart, having someone defend him like that; you don’t really think anything of it, it’s the most natural thing in the world for you to do, actually.

on seemingly less busy days—where clouds coast lazily in the sky, the sunlight keeping everyone invigorated and full of energy—you’ll find that he prepares extra special desserts for you alone. when allows you into his sanctuary—the kitchen being semi-off limits while he works—you don’t question it, instead you cherish the moment. he lets you be the first to taste-test his food—much to luffy’s chagrin—and the one who helps him plan the menu for every day of the week.

a healing love; nourishing, always growing, comfortable yet life-altering. when you finally reach the core of his heart, that’s when you know that this is a forever kind of love.

nsfw:

he’s a very giving lover, everyone knows that. but—you’re the one who really knows. intimately, at that. if you think sanji will ever tire of pleasing you, you’re severely mistaken. even when his body is at its limits, fatigue threatening him with hallucinations, he manages to find himself in between your legs every single time.

he’ll feed you pieces of fruit—neatly cut, symmetrical, fresh—and when you try to wipe the juice off of your chin, he stops you and swipes his tongue along your skin, tracing the sticky path until he finds his way back to your mouth. when he kisses you, it’s with every single fiber of his being—feverish, short, messy; you liquefy, legs giving out but he catches you—he’s always catching you.

sometimes, when his arousal is too great, he doesn’t bother removing your clothes, opting to push your panties to the side, slender fingers dancing along your slick folds, before pinching your clit to get your attention.

he’ll remind you to focus only on him before he sits you atop whatever surface that’s closest to you—so he can have more access. his lips coast along your soft, inner thigh with little regard for the soft, pleading moans that escape your mouth. normally, he takes his time to tease more noises out of you, but there are some nights where feels as if he’ll implode if he doesn’t taste you.

except, he doesn’t just taste, he devours—expertly, dangerously, an addiction he won’t ever give up no matter what. he’s the type to greedily try to give you more orgasms than you know what to do with. it’s only when you’re too overstimulated to do anything but whimper and tug on his hair that he grants you a bit of mercy.

a culinary prodigy, his motto is to eat every crumb off of every plate. you are now his most favorite meal to consume. nutritional, even.

the softness of your body will tempt him all day, and if he can, he’ll have you on top of the kitchen counter, writhing as his hips knock into yours in succession, like a man obsessed. and maybe he is. just don’t expect any sympathy when he’s in this state, either; he’ll apologize for it later, when his head clears. but if anyone ever asks, he’ll say he’s guiltless.

#i loveee him sfm can u tell #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece smut #sanji x reader #fic request #aurodontdoit

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prince-honeypaw · 2 years ago

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i really like your cg!momo post!!! do you think you could do cg!momo and little!hitoshi with helpful big brother little!denki? (if you don’t wanna do momo again maybe just denki and hitoshi?)

♡ I will always do a Momo post if given the opportunity. I will admit that this post got away from me at the end, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! ♡ A big thank you to my dearest @paper--moons for once again helping me out! You can thank them too for the angsty idea! >:3c

♡ With Hitoshi being an infant regressor, he requires a significant amount of attention lest he resort to shenanigans, such as toy chewing and woeful mewling cries. But his sibling set mate, Denki, is a toddler! From two to three, sometimes four or five depending on how he started the day.

♡ But, no matter the case, their regression sessions tend to get pretty messy, what with Denki being the one in charge of most things. Yes he can mix a bottle of formula, but the fridge will still be open and milk will be splattered all the way from it to the microwave. They would also be missing half a loaf of bread because Denki was trying to figure out how to make sandwiches without a knife. They both ended up just eating the bread and jelly with their hands.

♡ Safe to say, they needed a caregiver to mediate their regression time, and Momo is all too happy to offer her services! She has plenty of experience with watching Tsuyu, Kyouka, and Shoto, so she wouldn't be flying blind.

♡ Hitoshi is hesitant, as he usually is, but Denki quickly soothes his main man's worries by asking the question on the taller boy's mind. "That's really kind, Yaomomo! Though, one of us regresses preeetty low, is that okay with you? Totally no pressure to say yes!"

♡ Of course, Momo doesn't see an issue with this at all! She eagerly says that she'll get everything ready for a whole weekend at her manor, considering her parents are in Sicily! Denki doesn't get a chance to explain further before she's off to compare notebooks with Izuku, talking about how she needs to get his help in organizing her notes- Oh! And she'd have to get a bed rail for the guest room! So much to do and so little time!

♡ Seeing Shinsou still looking hesitant, Kaminari would take his hand and brush a thumb over his knuckles with a comforting smile. "Look, we can use this weekend as a test run, kay? If it doesn't work for you then we can try someone else–and if no one works we can just keep doing what we do! So no more pouting, alright?"

♡ To which Shinsou would pout more and say, "I was not pouting." Still... He seems more comfortable knowing that Kaminari wouldn't hold this against him if it didn't work out.

♡ The plan is to stay over at Momo's for the weekend to give this match-up a proper try, the boys bringing any regression gear or resources they feel comfortable sharing with her and talking about their respective regressions. Hitoshi was nervous, standing in front of the sprawling manor that was probably worth more than his old neighborhood while clinging tightly to his Build-a-Bear black cat, Miss Spooky. Meanwhile, Denki had already seen the Yaoyorozu Estate during study sessions, and was quick to sling an arm around his companion with that award winning smile, "No pressure, 'kay? If something feels wrong just tug on my shirt and I'll... Uh, we'll figure out what I'll do then!"

♡ Shinsou's shoulders slump and he fixes Kaminari with the flattest expression, and an even flatter tone, "Wow. My hero." And before his anxiety can rise again, Shinsou presses the call button to let Yaoyorozu know they're there! Not before grabbing Kaminari's hand, however. "Just a moment! I'll come get you," Momo's voice chirps from the speaker and the gates unlock, prompting Hitoshi to hold Denki's hand just a bit tighter.

♡ Momo is quick to come get the boys, eagerly detailing everything she's done to prepare for this weekend while leading them up to her home, but Hitoshi can't seem to focus on a word she says.

He's scared. There are so many things that could go wrong this weekend from him not liking Momo's caregiving style to the world flooding over... To Momo maybe not liking him. Hitoshi got so in his head about not liking this that he didn't even consider the possibility that maybe Momo would think he's too needy, or too whiny, or- Or—

♡ A gentle squeeze on his fingers is enough to bring him back down. Denki is smiling at him, rubbing his thumb over the back of his hand.

♡ Standing in front of the arching double doors to Momo's home, Hitoshi swallows his fear and tunes back into what Momo is saying. "When I looked up what colors appealed to younger age groups for you two, I found that there was a lot of overlap! So I chose some shades of reds and pinks for Kaminari since infants typically find red more stimulating—" Hitoshi and Denki stopped walking in tandem. Something didn't add up there.

♡ Hitoshi's clammy hand is all the push Denki needs to muster up a gentle smile for Momo and say, "Whoa whoa whoa! I think there's been a misunderstanding here, Yaomomo," He starts quickly, "See, my space is more uh.. Twoish-threeish-fourish, depending on the planet's alignment or something- Whatever, see, Hitoshi is the infant regressor, not me."

Momo looks puzzled, looking from Denki and up to Hitoshi. Then clapping her hands over her mouth in shock! "Oh! Oh my goodness, I got all ahead of myself and didn't even think to ask, I am so sorry, Shinsou-"

"It's fine," Hitoshi quickly states, "It's... An easy mistake to make." Drawing his hand from Denki's to rub the back of his neck, wearing a flimsy sort of half grin. "A mistake plenty of people make..."

♡ After clearing that little mistake up, things go according to the agreed-upon plan! ... For the most part. When talking about their regressions, Shinsou takes a back seat on the talking part and lets Kaminari take over and occupies himself with Miss Spooky. Yaoyorozu takes this as him being shy, what with her brazenly assuming he was the older regressor between the two, but Kaminari knows better. He decides very quickly that he will help Miss Momo make it up to Hitoshi, no matter what!

♡ Despite the mix-up, Momo proves to be a very competent caregiver! The selection of toddler toys is vast enough that it would have satisfied Denki's ever-changing desires... If he weren't on a mission to be the absolute BEST big brother/little helper combo in the whole dang world!

When Hitoshi struggles to slide into his headspace, Denki takes up one of the soft furred puppy rattles Momo had made and shimmies it right across the table to him. "Beep beep beep, this puppy's got a super strong sad-dar and a mission to eliminate all frowny faces in the world - Better watch out, 'Toshi! Beep beep beeeeeeep-" A few puppy kisses later and Hitoshi is significantly less pouty, and significantly more sitting on top of Denki and beep-beep-beeping him with an innocent rattle puppy.

♡ For the first part of the day, things go the way they usually do with Kaminari and Shinsou. They play around for a few hours until the latter resorts to munching on Kaminari's Pompompurin hoodie. Usually, they'd have to raid the kitchen at this point, but Yaoyorozu is on the case!

♡ Momo sets the duo up in the den closest to the kitchen so she can keep an eye on them while she makes snacks, but a hand tugging at her shirt catches her attention. Denki is there, dragging a Long Furby that Mina had personally crafted for him, and seems insistent on telling her a secret. She gladly leans in to listen.

♡ "Hey, hey, I'm gonna tell yous a secret, 'kay? You can't tell on me for it, promise?" Denki whispers to her, quiet enough to not alert Hitoshi during his coloring session, and holds out his outstretched pinky finger. He sounds so sincere that she knows it couldn't be a bad secret. So, of course, she locks her pinkie with his.

"Oh, certainly. Cross my heart and everything," And oh if smiles could shine, he'd match the sun.

"See, Hitoshi is a baby," He starts slowly, making sure that Momo is following along, "Babies need naps- But, not me, because I'm not a baby."

"Of course."

"So, I try to get him all sleepy, but it never works, okay?" A spark of frustration literally skitters through his hair. Momo thinks she understands what's going on now.

"You would like for me to try, is that it?" She asks, earning a nod.

♡ Well, how can she refuse? With Shinsou occupied in the other room, the two co-conspirators get to work!

♡ Denki graciously tells Momo how to make Hitoshi's bottle just right and Momo tells him to find a story on her tablet. He chooses Mog the Forgetful Cat, knowing it's his and Hitoshi's favorite, and asks if he can go get something from his weekend bag.

He does not wait for an answer.

♡ Momo makes jam and toast while Denki is off looking for who knows what, when she is interrupted once more. This time with a much more timid tug at her sleeve.

♡ When she turns, Hitoshi is standing uncertainly near her, hugging Miss Spooky tightly and nursing the pacifier he'd brought from home. Coloring had gotten boring without Denki, but the blonde had ran up the stairs on all fours just five minutes earlier so there was no one to play with.

He'd gotten lonely.

♡ This is very surprising for Momo! All day the poor dear had been so unsure of how to interact with her, so he tried not to interact with her much at all. So she considered this a big step forward for the rest of the weekend, smiling gently at the little one.

"Hello there. Did you get curious?"

Of course he did, bobbing his head without a second thought. "I see, I see! Well, thank you for joining me then. Would you like to help pick out a sippy cup for Denki's juice?"

That gets a more lively response, upgraded from head bobbing to eager nodding.

♡ With the orange sippy cup chosen, a snack made, a story chosen, and the lights comfortably dimmed, all that was missing was a certain little tyke! Momo is pleasantly surprised that Denki comes scrambling back to the den with his prize; a fuzzy, dark blue blanket that was decorated with golden stars. The two boys often shared it when watching movies together, so he considered it a perfect candidate to be a designated napping blanket.

He sets up next to Momo, and that prompts Hitoshi to crawl up against her other side. The blanket is thrown over all of their laps as they begin their snack time-story time combo.

♡ By the time the story is finished, Momo finds herself being used as a living pillow for the sleepiest little boys in the entire prefecture.

♡ She couldn't be happier with the results and looks forward to the rest of the weekend.

#long post #sfw agere #bnha agere #Agere Momo #Agere Shinsou #Agere Kaminari #Honey HCs

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tainted-wine · 4 years ago

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Subject: RAPTOR

Nomu!Hawks x Reader (NSFW)

This GIANT is the lovechild of this amazing fanart and this ask:

I twisted the shizznit out of that ask, but the inspiration is still there. A thank you to anyone who makes it through this very long ride.

This fic does takes some liberties in the creation of nomu. Some factors will deviate from canon.

Words: 20k+

You can also read this long-ass story on AO3 if that’s more comfortable.

Heed these warnings: Blood and Death, Teratophilia/Monster-Fucking, Breeding, Mutant Genitalia, Unethical Experimentation, Mutilation, lots of handjobs and cum, LOTS of long tongue action and I’m ashamed, Brief Suicide Ideation, and Shitty Science

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Fertile nomu were the greatest breakthrough that the villains could ever hope for. Breeding saves so much time and resources, as opposed to artificially creating each specimen from scratch. There were two major “programs”, as these sick bastards insist on calling them.

The Mating Program, where the nomu were paired together, one with male sexual organs and the other with those of a female, though there was also the occasional subject that managed to possess both. It was an unpredictable process; miscarriages were common, sometimes the offspring dies minutes after birth, or the fetus develops too rapidly inside the womb and the birth becomes a violent bursting out of the parent’s body. Weaker nomu, usually the ones incapable of rapid regeneration, have been killed from such incidents. “What a waste,” those bastards in lab coats would say.

And then there was the Milking Program, in which semen was collected to later be frozen or artificially inserted into ‘other creatures’. Yeah, they say it as if ninety percent of those creatures weren’t humans.

You were an unwilling member of the latter program, but the assholes sure did love making it sound like they were doing you a favor.

“This entire precinct is yours,” they said. “Your very own farm of all-powerful beasts!”

Gee, thanks. Just what you always wanted, to jerk off abominations and collect their cum. To be fair, it could be worse. At least you weren’t one of the unlucky ones being impregnated. Your possession of a quirk, albeit a mostly useless one, probably saved you from that fate. Those without a quirk had a higher chance of passing down all of the Nomu’s abilities. Just another addition to the long list of Why Being Quirkless Fucking Sucks.

The weaker and simpler nomu aren’t an issue. A sort of imprinting drives them to obey your every command. Hell, jerking them off isn’t even needed — you can literally just order them to ejaculate, and the damn things are spewing out their putrid seed before you can even prepare your containers.

The most troublesome part of your “job” was the High Ends. They are powerful, sentient, and God help you, have an actual sex drive. They were obedient to an extent, but you can’t hold complete control over something that was specifically designed for independent thinking. You were responsible for only five of these advanced nomu, and that was too many. The touchy bastards always wanted more than just a handjob, vocalizing their lust through distorted throats. The long, beastly groans of “inside” and “give pussy” echoed in your head throughout the day and into the night.

These things can literally pound you into mush, and the very thought of carrying their horrifying children makes your throat burn with rising bile. You don’t believe it’s worth risking your life just to please their monster dicks.

That was all before they introduced you to a new ‘pet’. You stood in the hallway of your assigned area of the old hospital and watched two approaching figures. Ugh, another damn High End to make things more difficult, but this one made your heart skip a beat.

Most of the creature’s body was a solid black, just like the rest within its tier. It was more slender than the others, upper body leaning forward with the support of long legs with joints that reminded you of a bird. Both its hands and feet were covered in scales and ended in large talons. A grand pair of ebony wings were folded behind its back, and a muscular feathered tail swayed with its movements. Overall, its appearance was a mixture of avian and reptilian.

The feathery wings were a huge hint, but absolute certainty struck you when you made eye contact, gold-filled eyes with a bird-like slant on a face that still managed to stay youthful after so many alterations to its body. You listened in on the villains’ conversations whenever they were around. With no access to any kind of media in this place, it was the only way to stay up-to-date with everything happening outside of these cursed labs. You remember hearing about their latest victory, how they managed to overpower and kill the number two hero of Japan, dreadful news that you refused to believe. But the beast that was eyeing you curiously gave you no choice but to accept the truth.

Hawks has become their newest nomu.

The doctor accompanying him smiled proudly, commanding the monster to take your side. You gulped and tried not to flinch in his presence; you were always extra tense around new additions that didn’t know you yet. “Hawks is dead,” the doctor said calmly. “Say hello to our latest work: Raptor.”

You think you’d rather stick with ‘Hawks’. The doctor doesn’t wait for a response before continuing. “We expect samples from this one daily.”

The shocking demand has you speaking before you can stop yourself. “Why?”

The man’s impassive eyes darkened and you shrink back, considering an apology but deciding that it was best to just keep your mouth shut. Prisoners like you followed a set of rules, the most important one being ‘No Questions’. They’ll feed you to the very beasts entrusted in your care without batting an eye.

Lucky for you, this man was willing to give you a pass. “Analysis, fertilization, storage for future plans…many matters that don’t concern you. Expect me every morning to take it in for testing. Until then, get it settled and collect the first sample.”

You shuddered, sneaking a glance at Hawks, who was busy looking up at the occasional flicker of the ceiling light. It was careless to underestimate how observant the High Ends were, but this is the first time you’ve seen one so openly curious. Normally they would just absently stare at nothing when left idle.

Only when the doctor turned to leave did you finally give the newcomer your full attention. “Hawks?”

He continued to watch the blinking bulbs with great interest.

“Um…Raptor?”

You nearly jumped from how quickly his entire body turned toward you, completely still and waiting for whatever instructions came next.

You scratched at your head nervously. “Right, I guess that really is your name now. Well, come with me.”

He followed you down the old hall and past the rooms where others of his kind rested, talons tapping against the tiles with each step.

x---x---x---x---x

Raptor’s exposed frontal lobe throbs.

He doesn’t remember anything before his awakening in that cold and wet chamber. Was there anything before? Had he just been born?

Perhaps…but it just didn’t feel right.

x---x---x---x---x

Like all the other nomu, Hawks’s private space was nothing more than an emptied patient room. Their loyalty was the only thing keeping them from breaking down the old doors or tearing through the worn walls. Every minute spent alone with these superhumans was a gamble with your life.

But again, the newcomers make you extra nervous.

You stood at the door while Hawks examined his new home. He sniffed and pawed at every nook and cranny like an animal in unfamiliar surroundings, straightening his flexible spine to touch the ceiling before lowering himself on all fours. He seemed just as comfortable crawling as he was with walking; you can only imagine how incredible his agility has become. The beloved wing hero was best known for his swiftness in defeating and subduing villains, and it looks like the mad scientists sought to maximize his talents. The average nomu was built to be an indestructible powerhouse. Hawks was built to be an even more efficient predator than he already was.

As much as you didn’t want to interrupt him, you had a job to do. “Raptor…”

His head whipped around to pin you with a sharp stare, molten yellow slits revealing the red irises that only appear when focused. You tensed, but he made no further movements.

You cleared your throat and took a deep breath. Nomu respond best to a confident and assertive voice. “Just relax and stay still. It’s time for me to collect some sperm, if you even know what that means.” You grab the jar that you had already prepared in the corner.

He shook his wings and soft mane of hair, leaving his head a poofy mess. Well that was…cute. You approached him before setting the container back down and reaching for the pathetic rags they called shorts. It’s beyond ridiculous how these sadistic doctors are willing to completely violate and alter a person’s corpse, yet they force the abominations to keep their junk covered as some form of decency.

A low rumble vibrated from his chest as you dropped to your knees and pulled down his only article of clothing, allowing the not quite human-looking cock to spring free — a thick base with a curved shaft decorated with scale-like ridges on the top and bottom, then tapering to an arrow-like head, twitching and growing each second. You’ve seen stranger dicks, but it still catches you by surprise. Was Hawks’s dick always like this?

Is that a distasteful question? He is technically dead.

The moment your hand made contact, a loud hiss rushed past his teeth and he stepped back, wings flapping as he backed away until he hit the wall.

“Calm down.” His reaction startled you, but your voice remained steady. He wasn’t showing any signs of aggression, his widened eyes and timid posture gave the impression that he was just caught off-guard. “Calm,” you repeated more softly.

A few seconds pass while his breaths slow and he stands straight again to give you access to his fully hardened cock.

You try to move more slowly, at first running just your fingertips along his length to ease him into the feeling. You smiled at the sight of his face relaxing; he was surprisingly expressive. “See? It’s not so bad, is it?”

His mouth opened to give you a glimpse of sharp teeth that could easily shred your flesh, but the only sounds that come out are several choked peeps. He winces and brings a clawed hand to his throat.

“Can’t talk yet, huh? Don’t worry, it usually takes a few days for you guys.” You closed your fingers around his shaft in a firm grip and began to stroke him.

The soft purrs must mean that he has fully given in. He thankfully hasn’t made any grabs at you yet; only staring down and watching you explore every inch of his pitch-black meat, taking his leaking pre-cum and smearing it all over for lubrication.

His wings shiver and his tail begins to swing wildly—you flinch at each loud thud whenever the powerful limb whacks the wall or slams into the floor. You briefly wonder if the feathers on his tail are capable of becoming sharp blades like the ones on his wings.

The purrs become low growls as he begins to bend over your kneeling form, muscular thighs quivering around you. His cock was twitching under your quickening pace, notifying you that it was time to grab the jar and get ready. “No need to hold back. Go ahead and cum.”

He obeyed with a high screech and two sets of talons seized your shoulders, tearing through cloth and digging into your skin. You yelped, but didn’t halt your milking of his cock, ensuring each spurt of cum landed inside the container. Blood can be felt trickling down your arms, his grip on the verge of crushing bone until he finally lets go after his final spasm. You release the breath you didn’t even know you were holding as you sealed the jar and stood up. “Good, now rest,” you said through clenched teeth and turned to leave.

A distorted chirp is heard behind you; you twisted your head to see Hawks rushing forward, and your heart jumps into your throat. Fuck, what did you do? Did turning your back excite him? Running wasn’t a smart option at this point. You held the fresh warm sample close to you as you shut your eyes and braced for whatever the nomu had planned.

But when he was close enough for you to feel his hot breath against your back, nothing happened. Then there were fingers, the same fingers that pierced your flesh with their hooked claws, lightly tracing over the bleeding wounds. It was a touch that was way too gentle for a monster created to kill.

You heard the choked sounds again, and you take a look at his face as he strains to form a word, eventually giving up and mouthing it instead. What you read from his lips was something that hasn’t been said to you during your entire time in this hellish hospital.

‘Sorry.’

He retreats to a corner and curls up his entire body like an animal sleeping in the cold.

You felt like the one unable to speak now, mouth opening and closing in search of a response. Eventually you were able to collect yourself. “It’s alright…I guess. Not the first time one of you has handled me roughly. First time one of you showed any regret, though…it’s honestly really freaking me out.” You giggle uncomfortably and decide that you need to hurry up and treat yourself before the scratches get infected. “Rest,” you make sure to command before rushing out of the door.

The restroom held a shabby but functional shower that will rid you of the blood, and the workers were at least generous enough to give you the bare minimum of first-aid along with extra gowns. A couple excruciating dabs of alcohol on the open wounds should clean them up just fine.

You’ll have to think about Hawks’s odd behavior later. You still had other nomu to tend to.

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Subject: Raptor

Field Test

Quirk #1: Fierce Wings

Notes: As the host’s original quirk, we don’t expect Raptor to experience any difficulties with Fierce Wings. It should serve more as a refresher for his memory. With a brain more advanced than any other nomu so far, he should still be quick in attacking and reacting. His slightly enlarged wings will allow for greater endurance during flight, and of course, a bigger arsenal of feathers. The feathers on his tail are also to be tested.

The room that Raptor stood in the center of was filled with targets everywhere—some static, some moving in fixed patterns. The humans in coats were a safe distance away and watching him closely.

“Raptor, strike the targets with your feathers.”

He didn’t even have a chance to see which one gave the order before his body was already reacting. It took only seconds for him to pin the locations and time the movements of each target. In a flash, black sharpened feathers darted in multiple directions and pierced every mark in the room.

He didn’t care about impressing the Coats, but he still released a pleased hum after hearing his entire audience gasp. The whole situation felt familiar for some reason. Completing such a test felt so natural to him, he could probably do it blindfolded.

“Again, but this time use only the feathers from your tail.”

He obeyed. With his body lowered and tail raised, it only took two seconds longer to hit each mark.

Several more tests took place. He chopped objects of different materials and varying thickness, sliced apart a combat robot while using only his tail as a blade, and showed off his speed and aerial maneuvers during a small obstacle course.

His brain pulsed painfully. He doesn’t understand why taking so many commands was such a painful struggle.

He didn’t mind the tests much. At least he can actually do something in these test fields, as opposed to sitting in his empty room all day. After the very pleasant time spent with you, it was nothing but hours of pacing, scratching, and grooming out of boredom.

You mentioned there being others like him in those rooms. How do they handle having absolutely nothing to do for so long?

“Its mind tends to wander, doesn’t it?”

He turns to the source of the voice and finds a pair of Coats that stared at him like they were trying to probe his mind with just their eyes. The rest were scrambling about, discussing the excellence of his performance and scribbling notes.

But these two only seemed interested in watching him get lost in his thoughts. He stared back, waiting to see if they had any commands to give.

One of them only smirked as the loyal creature stood at full attention. “Yes, not very hostile, either. Not only is he capable of higher levels of thinking, he is the first High End that doesn’t host the body of some brutish villain. A more complex mind often comes with very human...quirks.”

Raptor blinks. They really enjoyed saying that particular word.

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When you stepped into Hawks’s room for the second morning, you were ready to step right back out when you saw the state of it.

Claw marks everywhere, covering the walls and floor like webs embedded in the surface. Hawks was looking at you closely while stooped low to the floor, but his body appeared relaxed and not ready to lunge.

Not a single hair on you moved when you spoke. “Are you alright?”

He tilted his head at the question, releasing a puff of air through his nostrils before returning to whatever he was trying to do to the floor. He wasn’t violent with his movements. The talons scraped across wide curves, long lines, other patterns with seemingly no goal in mind. Looking around at the other claw marks, you realize that none of them are the angry slashes of a beast throwing a fit. They all looked to have been drawn in a calm matter, twisting and turning into random non-specific shapes.

“Raptor, are you…bored?”

He paused his carving to look at you again and releases a long and drawn-out groan, throat vibrating along with the vocals. Was that a whine?

All of the High Ends had traces of their original personality, but this was on another level. It wasn’t unwelcomed, however. “You know, when the other High Ends don’t have anything to do, they kinda just…I don’t know, it’s like they put their brains on a power-saver mode. You can’t do that?”

His brain responds with several strong pulses. Gross, you’re never going to get used to that pink-gray matter moving around. After what was apparently deep thought, Hawks gave a softer groan and shook his head.

You couldn’t help but laugh humorlessly at this entire situation. “Incredible. You’d think that these smartasses would know that making a creature of extraordinary intelligence—I bet that’s what they said—would mean that your big gross brain needs regular stimulation. Geniuses, my ass.”

Hawks gave a beastly snort. Seems like he agrees with you. You don’t mean to sound like those insane bastards, but it truly was incredible to see a High End that showed interest in casual conversation, not just commands or any opportunity to cause destruction.

Feeling confident that he won’t maul you out of boredom, you finally approach and kneel in front of him. “Sorry, there’s not much I can do about that,” you said with genuine sympathy. “Not like I have any entertainment of my own. My room sucks too. But—“ You held up your fresh new jar. “Maybe we can kill some time together again? God, that makes me sound like a sex worker for you guys.”

You don’t know if he has a sense of humor, but he clearly understands your hints and perks up. He stands so that your face is leveled with his groin, black scaly hands tugging at his shorts until a loud rip causes him to grunt in frustration. You giggle and decide to help tear the rest off. “They were just shitty rags, anyway,” you said.

He was already growing right in front of you. Your hand wraps around him for a second time, thankful that it doesn’t startle him again. He tenses for only a moment, but quickly relaxes when your stroking begins, a large pair of testes swinging freely now that there was no cloth to contain them.

“Wow,” you couldn’t help but gasp. “You’re not even built as big as the other nomu, but those are still impressive. I guess you’ve got plenty of samples to give, huh? Good, ‘cause I’ve gotta do this every damn day.”

You received a purr and a swish of his tail in response. It was a one-sided conversation, but it was still pretty refreshing. Milking the other High Ends was an uncomfortable task, one where you always had to be prepared with a loud and strong “No” or “Stop” whenever their excitement evolved into aggression. Every minute was tense, and despite your occasional wish for release from this shitty life, you didn’t want a violent end at the hands of these sex-hungry monstrosities.

His reactions weren’t too different from yesterday; he was being more vocal and less shy about physically expressing his pleasure. The massive black wings blew your hair back with each powerful beat, and his tail was thrashing about even more wildly.

His deep purrs weren’t unpleasant, slowly changing into higher mewls as he got closer. “Come on, just do what you did last time.”

And so he did, delivering another fresh sample straight into your container with a warped cry. His hands lingered right over you, clenched in tight fists that surely had those sharp talons digging into his rough palms. You couldn’t be sure, but it looked as if he was trying not to grab you this time. Would he really care about that without being told?

Hot, tired breaths blew into your hair as he recovered from his climax. Then, with his head reared back, he let out a yawn. You even heard a faint little whine similar to a dog escape him. It would have been pretty endearing if it weren’t for just how widely his mouth was opened, displaying the scary set of teeth within. Does he really use those in combat?

With his still-dripping member going flaccid, he returned to the spot he was scratching at, lazily tracing the markings that were already made. The thought of him doing this for another ten hours or so made you frown. They probably wouldn’t care if you stayed in this room a little longer than usual, would they?

Shrugging, you kneeled down again, this time resting beside him. Hawks stopped and looked at you curiously.

“Sharpen one of your feathers and give it to me,” you ordered.

Almost immediately a feather appears right in front of you. You grab it, taking care not to cut your fingers on the razor-like barbs. When’s the last time you’ve held a writing utensil? Shifting awkwardly next to the large nomu, you took the quill and began scratching lines into the floor. The hot heavy breaths and overall warmth from his close presence was hard to ignore. You’ve never been this close to a nomu for any reason that wasn’t jerking them off. He remained calm, watching your hand closely until you finished drawing a small grid.

“You know how to play tic tac toe?”

He blinked.

“…Okay, it’s pretty simple. You fill a space with either an ‘O’ or an ‘X’…”

Somehow, teaching a killer monster how to play a common children’s game was weirder than making him jizz. He caught on quickly, favoring X’s. You were winning each game at first, but once he figured out all of the possible patterns, every game was ending in a draw. You drew larger grids, sometimes having both of you move to a different spot for more room. Most matches were still draws, but he will sometimes catch you by surprise and scratch a row of three X’s that you didn’t notice in time, his tail swishing out of what may have been pride or enjoyment.

After a while you decided to show him other shapes. Maybe he can experiment with them more when you were gone. Who knows, soon he might be drawing more than random lines. He wasn’t bad company, to be honest. Then again, your standards have taken a nosedive ever since you winded up in this facility of unethical science. It was nice to spend time with anything that didn’t want to just tear you in half with a massive cock.

Only when you felt like you overstayed your welcome and stood back up did you realize how much of a mess you both made of the floor and walls.

“Oops, it looks like a bunch of kids got in here,” you said while looking at the collage of shapes and lines. Hopefully the doctors won’t find this too strange; he was pretty intelligent, after all. “Well, it’s about time I take my leave. You keep practicing your doodling skills, I guess.” With the jar of white fluid back in your arms, you headed on out, but a large hand grabs onto your arm.

Hawks’s yellow eyes were wider than usual, a scraping, guttural noise leaving his throat as he toyed with his voice.

“Sss…..aaayy…” Just like the other High Ends, his vocals were warped and all-around unsettling, but you could hear it, traces of the playful and smooth-talking hero that you used to watch during interviews and talk shows. It was barely there, but it was still there.

“St…aay.”

You couldn’t help the sad smile that graced your face. He was looking at you like a puppy. “Sorry, but I don’t know what they’d do if they notice me staying here for too long,” you explained.

He winced from the strain of his vocal chords. “Come…back?”

You shook your head. “There are cameras in the halls. I shouldn’t be going in and out of your room.” You tensed under his grip, afraid that refusing him like this will anger him. He has been very docile so far, but you don’t know what it takes to set him off.

Thankfully, he lets go of you and backs away with another one of those whines. For God’s sake, were you really feeling bad about leaving one of these...things?

To be fair, in the two days you’ve known him, Hawks was already much different from the others. Hell, he hasn’t even shown any true signs of aggression yet. The other High Ends are always expressing some desire to attack or break something. You thought it came naturally with all of the engineering. For something that was apparently supposed to be their finest specimen yet, Hawks’s behavior wasn’t fitting for his job at all. You just played tic tac fucking toe with him like two kids on a sidewalk.

That’s probably why you found yourself trying to reassure him. “We can play some more tomorrow. Don’t worry.”

An odd clicking noise was made—he sure had a variety of sounds reminiscent of birds—and he returned to his favorite corner, hooking his talons into an empty spot on the wall to begin yet another drawing.

The slightest hint of warmth could be felt in your chest as you left him to his creative tasks. This place sucks and has deprived you of everything good in life for…you’ve lost track of how long. You’ll take whatever you can get to make things more bearable around here.

And if that ‘whatever’ turns out to be a former top hero who was killed and resurrected into a horrid experiment, then so be it.

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Subject: Raptor

Field Test

Quirk #2: Reptile

Notes: The Reptile quirk will make for a great upgrade to Raptor’s physical capabilities. He may possess wings, but the ability to climb almost any surface will be helpful in enclosed areas and improve his overall performances in stealth. A flexible spine allows him to comfortably be both bipedal and quadrupedal, the digitigrade legs granting him greater speed and jumps.

Also, someone needs to send in a request for a new pair of shorts for the damned thing.

There were many more instructions to follow this time. The Coats were bombarding him with one command after another.

“Climb up here.”

“Slash this with your talons.”

“Crush this with your hands. Try again with your feet.”

His head throbbed painfully as the voices took hold of his movements. They pushed his endurance to the limit when they made him run on a machine, first on his legs, then again on all fours. He was only running in place, but it was much more satisfying than pacing back and forth in that boring room.

It turns out that he can scale walls and ceilings with little effort thanks to the pads on his hands and feet. Maybe he can try drawing on the ceiling when he returns to his room. The only downside was that you wouldn’t be able to sit up there with him.

The Coats observed behind the (assumed) safety of a wall of thick glass. Each one possessed a small microphone so that their voice can still be heard clearly through the speaker on his side of the room.

They always watched him with cold and calculating eyes, and only spoke to him when telling him to do something. You feared him; his feathers easily sensed your tension, unsteady breaths, and quickening heartbeats, yet you still took the time to be friendly. And what you do with those hands…he wishes you’d make him feel that good all day. Yes, his room was small and boring, but it did have you.

“Raptor, to the opposite end of the room,” a Coat ordered. The sensation of being pulled by his entire head forced him to take his place at the wall, staring straight ahead at the door.

His wings twitched from a powerful approaching presence, feathers instinctively sharpening at the possible incoming threat. The door was opened by a small Coat to make way for a beast, a beast with a large powerful form and exposed brain just like him.

Vacant eyes stared straight ahead, looking right through him like it was dead on its feet.

“This is one of Cloner’s spawn, yes?” A female Coat spoke with her mouth close to the mic. He supposes that they don’t care if he hears them.

“Yes. His offspring always turn out even more unstable than him. This one can’t even produce a single proper clone, and no additional quirks were inherited. It’s useless.”

“Well, at least it’ll help us in its final moments.” The man leaned into his mic. “Raptor, kill the nomu. Do not use your wings.”

The woman followed up with her own order. “Nomu, kill Raptor.”

Blood was suddenly rushing through his body twice as fast, the reds of his eyes appearing and locking onto the target that was already charging at him with a horrifying wail.

Kill it.

He ducked under the bigger creature’s closing arms that would have likely trapped him into a crushing hug, causing his opponent to lose balance and fall forward. His hand shot up and dug his talons into thick flesh, slicing it from its chest all the way down to its stomach as he ran beneath. Rising from under the nomu’s legs, he turned to see his gruesome work.

Instead, he sees the blur of a fist right before it smashes into his face and sends him flying. His back colliding hard with the wall accompanied the shattering of his jaw. There was no time to wait for his vision to clear up, scrambling out of the path of the charging silhouette before it slams into the now-empty spot, the impact shaking the entire room.

The pain only intensified when his face and spine began to shift, mending itself back together while he tried his hardest to keep his eye on the much more violent beast. A ghoulish moan was heard as it straightened itself, and Raptor could see the large gash that should have easily disemboweled it already closing up.

Ah, so they can both heal.

It was already charging straight at him again. The thing was fast and powerful, but it was acting like it had a one-track mind, sticking to a simple strategy of running towards him and dealing whatever damage it could.

His wings twitched, but there was a barrier in his mind preventing them from moving. Damned Coats.

The fight became a game of evasion, darting and dashing around the bigger and stronger nomu’s swings and countering with deep slashes. Wearing it down was impossible with such rapid healing, every cut he brought upon its skin was quickly sewn shut.

His only chance was to attack its brain, but the nomu had enough sense to protect its one true vulnerable spot, nearly crushing Raptor’s arm into paste after an attempt to sink his talons into the soft matter.

So he kept dodging, and dodging, until something inside the creature just...snapped. Perhaps it was out of frustration in failing to land any hits, but its haunting moans and wails soon became full on screams. Tightly clenched fists pounded into the floor, the stone floor crumbling under the sudden tantrum. Raptor stood and watched, wings tensing from the burst of tortured emotions.

“Hm, you weren’t exaggerating about the meltdowns,” he heard one of the Coats say, her voice as dull as ever.

“What an embarrassment. Damn thing can’t even carry out a simple fight.”

Raptor looked behind the glass of spectators and saw faces of disappointment.

“A complete waste.”

“Cloner’s children are all wasted potential.”

“What a sad display.”

“Pathetic.”

He looked back at the creature that was now writhing and flailing, its skin oozing a blob that throbbed and squirmed, like it was trying its hardest to take a shape.

But the bubbly pulses stop and the dripping mass melts into a lifeless puddle. The nomu continues to scream after its failed attempt at using its quirk. Raptor’s gut twists with pity.

A sad display, indeed.

“Raptor! Did you forget your orders? Kill him!”

The sharp command smothers all feelings of sympathy, and before Raptor knew it, he was running toward the tormented creature, each feather on his tail sharpening with every step. Ducking under a blind swipe, the black spear thrusted forward and pierced its brain with a sickening shlunk.

The thrashing was reduced to short spasms as the nomu choked out its final groans, its terrified eyes glazing over when the last traces of life faded.

The tail was yanked out and shook off the blood and spongy brain matter to splatter on the ground. Raptor gave a soft whine of distress.

“Well, that was all rather underwhelming.”

“Yep, that didn’t exactly challenge Raptor at all.”

“I’m concerned about his lack of aggression. Did you all see him hesitate?”

“Most likely just confusion and caution after witnessing such a sudden breakdown.”

So many voices, so many comments; Raptor paid no attention to them. His mind was on the corpse that continued to bleed heavily from the large gash in its head. Raptor was the stronger nomu. He won.

Was he supposed to feel proud? Victorious?

“He’s a very smart one. Did you see the markings in his room? He and his harvester have been...bonding.” That voice...Raptor recognized it as the Coat that showed up every morning to retrieve him from his room to enter these test rooms. “I can’t decide if I like the idea of a friendly nomu.”

The woman dismissed his worries. “As long as he knows to kill when he’s told, his behavior shouldn’t matter. But it might benefit us to test his relationship with his owner after we’ve finished observing his quirks.”

His throat vibrates as a low growl passes through.

Raptor doesn’t like it here.

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Maybe it’s just because Friday (you’re pretty sure it’s Friday on your self-made calendar) tends to be your busiest day of the week, or that your wrist is beginning to wear down from the many giant dicks you’ve been stroking. Or maybe it’s just one of those days when you remember just how shitty this life was. Whatever it was, you weren’t in one of your best moods today.

That’s why you felt just the smallest hint of excitement when you reached Hawks’s door. Yes, it’s weird, but he was the closest thing you had to a companion around here, alright?

The last thing you expected was to open the door to an empty room, at least it appeared that way until you saw the black creature resting on the ceiling.

“Aah!” You yelp and drop the jar out of fright, causing Hawks to jump from the sudden noise. You curse and quickly pick up the container and scan it for any cracks while he gracefully twists his body to drop on the floor with a thud. He was as graceful as a cat...a cat that can comfortably sit upside down.

Relieved to see the jar in one piece, you turned your attention back to the waiting High End. “I didn’t know you could climb like that.”

His wings fluttered at the comment and he raised his palms right in front of your face. Ah yes, a hand. Very lovely. But looking more closely, you could see a difference in texture on the rounded pads of his fingertips. “Ooh, little sticky hairs, huh?”

He gave a click of what you assumed to be approval, tail swinging behind him.

“So I guess you’re not just born knowing everything your body can do. Sounds troublesome.” There’s something you wanted to do, something you wouldn’t ever consider doing with the other nomu even in your dreams. “May I, uh, touch them?” You held up your own hands innocently.

Hawks cocked his head, a gesture that you’re always going to find kinda cute, before grunting and bringing his larger hands to yours. All ten of your fingers made contact, and the slightest shiver shot down your spine.

It’s the first time you’ve ever touched one of these monsters outside of jerking them to collect semen. Your curiosity was always there, but the disgust and fear you often felt when in their presence fueled the overpowering desire to hurry up, get the damn job done, and get away from them as quickly as possible.

You never imagined that you’d be standing face to face with a High End, feeling the surprisingly soft pads on his scaly hands, his breaths deep and hot against your face as those red irises watched your expressions. He was still very intimidating with his tall form, glowing glare, and the large imposing pair of wings. But those eyes—they contained too much intelligence and emotion in them.

Too human. It was as uncanny as it was fascinating.

Only when his eyes close and he begins to croon softly do you realize that one of your hands have moved up to touch his face. The black skin feels extra thick when you gently press his cheek, strong and leathery. He leans in and brings his head closer to give you better access, and you can’t help but reward the reaction with scratches against his jaw and chin.

“You know, you’ve been doing a shitty job of acting like the ultimate killer,” you said when he purrs happily.

The purr morphs into a disgruntled whine. “Don’t...like.”

Your hand pauses, hoping for him to elaborate as well as he could. “Don’t like…?” You encouraged him.

He was still struggling to work his vocal chords, but at least he seemed to be showing less pain. “Don’t like...k-killiiing.”

What?

“Raptor, that’s...you know...the very thing you were made for, and you don’t like doing it?” Not that you’re complaining about his gentle nature, but hearing a damn nomu say that he dislikes killing might be the most ludicrous thing you’ve heard here, even more so than the first time you were told to make an abomination cum.

His entire body stiffens, and you couldn’t help but tense up as well. “Maaade-” He makes a harsh hacking sound. “-to kill?”

Shit. You panic and attempt to backpedal. “Not to actually kill. You’re supposed to be, you know, the strongest creature that’s capable of killing whenever he wants...if you, uh, wanted to.” Yeah, that sounds good enough.

It appears to do the trick, his body relaxing again. “Don’t like,” he repeated more smoothly this time.

“I know, I know. Killing sucks. Just don’t tell the assholes in labcoats that, alright? Now calm down.” You return to your ministrations, this time using both hands to rub and scratch his face. His eyes drift shut again as your hands trail down to his slightly elongated neck, brushing past his steady pulse.

Reaching his collar and then his chest, you discover that he’s solid muscle everywhere. He may not be on the verge of bursting out of his own skin like the others, but he could no doubt snap you like a twig just as easily. You feel his chest heave from a deep breath, the strength emanating from his body making you shiver. You shush him when he jolts as your hands reach his pronounced abs, pushing against the hard muscle until you finally arrive at his groin.

You snorted at the new pair of shorts. “Another pair, huh? At least these look a little less ragged.”

You pulled his large member out for the third time. Why did you have to do this daily? What could they possibly be doing with so many jars of jizz? Making cakes?

Sighing, you brushed off the soreness of your arm and wrist and began to pump his ridged length. “Just do me a favor and try to cum quickly, alright?”

He made a rather sad groan at that, curling into himself so that his face was close to yours. His sharp breaths were loud in your ears.

You couldn’t help but smile even through the strain of your muscles. “What, you wanna make this last? Do you know how many dicks I’ve had to tend to today? Cut me some slack, we’re gonna be doing this everyday, anyway.”

Hawks purrs before that monstrous voice shakes your body, his hot breath warming the side of your face and neck. “Feel gooood.”

The primal lust dripping from him triggers a pulse of warmth inside you. You...can’t remember the last time you’ve felt that, and it’s just a tad strange that a nomu caused it. Were you really that starved for attention? “I-” You cleared your throat after an awkward voice crack. “I know, handjobs tend to feel good. But please be a good boy and help me out here.”

He gives a puff that blows your hair back, but he complies. The big sweaty face that buries itself in your neck is so distracting that you almost forget to get your jar ready and fill it with the incoming spurts of semen. There, the final sample of the day has been collected. Now, if you could just push the panting fiend off of you before he starts drooling on your shoulder.

Something warm and slimy touches your neck. It has you pulling back so quickly that you almost fall and spill the vile essence all over you before the jar could be properly sealed.

Hawks shrinks back and quickly withdraws the indigo tongue into his mouth, looking down in what appears to be shame. You touch the licked spot, the thick saliva coating your fingers.

“Sss-sorrry.” Regret can be heard clearly in his droning voice.

“No, it’s...it’s okay,” you stammer. The sensation lingers, and then ignites a spark somewhere inside you.

A sick, disgusting, and absolutely fucked up spark. The next thing you say should horrify you, but instead you feel nothing but a twisted form of anticipation. “You can...um...do that again, if you want.”

His tail slapped the floor in excitement before he slowly closed the distance again, cautiously looking into your eyes before his tongue slithers out and caresses the same wet space.

The smooth muscle is hot against you, extending to inhuman lengths to explore your neck. The slick sounds as it slid across your skin should have grossed you out—all of this should be grossing you out, so you don’t understand why you tilt your head back to give him more room. He licks up and down your throat slowly to savor your taste, breathing heavily and releasing a stale stench from his open maw. You imagined the breath of a previously dead man to smell a hundred times worse, frankly.

With your neck completely drenched in his cooling slobber, he ventures upward, purring louder than ever as he tastes the flesh of your jaw. The tapered end of his tongue begins to curiously flick at your earlobe before circling around the shell of your ear. He seems to take a liking to the flabby cartilage and laps at it playfully while giving the occasional nip and suck and god, it’s all heard so fucking clearly, every schlick and smack traveling right through your canal and setting off questionable reactions all over you. Your hands are clenched and held against your chest, but you don’t tell him to stop.

‘What the hell is wrong with me?’

The licking moves to your cheek, lapping at it shortly before moving to your pursed lips.

‘This is fucked up beyond words.’

You flinch when the clammy tongue brushes over your lips, at first smoothing over them lightly, possibly testing to see how you’d react. His face is so close, your noses almost touching. To allow a nomu this close to you, touching you like this…

When you make no move of resistance, he gets braver and laps at your mouth with controlled eagerness. Your eyes close to hide from the otherworldly gaze, but your lips feel even more sensitive to the weight that continues flicking and pressing at them, covering them in hot saliva. Several times does it briefly part your lips and graze your teeth, making you swallow at the thought of…

‘Don’t do that.’

Hawks pauses when you open up for him, but gives a gleeful chirp and snakes his way into your inviting mouth.

‘I’m really letting him do this.’

Clawed hands grab your arms a little too tightly and hold you in place. It hurts, yet all you can focus on is the flexible muscle exploring your mouth. It rubbed against the roof, pushed at the inside of your cheeks, and eventually stroked and curled around your own tongue.

‘You’re sick.’

But you’ve been sick ever since you got here, haven’t you?

When his grip loosens, you take the opportunity to place your hands around his head, digging your fingers into his...hair? Plumage? Was his hair always this feather-like?

A high-pitched sound of surprise leaves him when you try to pull him in closer. He quickly complies, closing the distance until his lips and mouth are covering yours.

It completely smothers your senses. You see his black wings expand to slowly encase both of you. You hear the wet friction of his tongue and the hungry growls that roll from his throat. You smell sweat and blood, briefly wondering just what exactly was he made to do during those ‘tests’. You taste the thick and flavorless saliva that makes you gag at first, but becomes easier to swallow as you take in more. And most of all, you feel him slowly moving in and out of your wide open mouth, the thrusting motion forcing your thighs to rub together in response to the growing heat threatening to consume you.

You snap out of it before that can happen.

Hawks pulls away when he hears your choked sounds of protest, your hands suddenly on his chest and pushing. Fresh oxygen rushes back into your lungs when his tongue leaves your mouth and retreats back into his. The warmth between your legs doesn’t fade away. Everything that just happened, everything you just allowed this monster to do fully sinks in.

And you fucking enjoyed it.

You back away from him as quickly as you can, ignoring his confused groans. A wave of nausea sweeps over you like a powerful gust that churns your stomach.

“Rest. I need to go.” It was all you said before you picked up the forgotten jar and fled the room, refusing to falter from the sorrowful whines behind you.

The urge to spew the little food you’ve been fed throughout the day all over the hallway floor is strong, but you manage to hold out until you reach the toilet in your room, quickly kneeling and hurling. It wasn’t much, but it still left you teary-eyed and with a burning throat.

What did you do? Just what the hell did you do that warranted getting kidnapped, having your nice comfortable life stolen from you, and the only way to cope was by making out with a horrid creature? You jolt from a painful mix of a sob and a hiccup. It’s been weeks since your last breakdown, but this new discovery was another hard blow to your sanity and pride. You let the tears flow as you flushed away your mess, moving over to your bed and collapsing onto the thin mattress. Fuck this facility. Fuck the scum that created all of this.

And fuck the throbbing wetness between your legs that still won’t go away.

Your sobs transform into humorless laughs. You’re going to have to get rid of the throbbing yourself, aren’t you? They won’t arrive to collect all of your samples for about another thirty minutes, so that should be enough time...

You pulled down the thin blue pants and rubbed your fingers over the slick that had gathered from what had transpired in Hawks’s room. It’s true, you’ve been doing nothing but sick shit since you’ve been tossed into this new life. Why do you even still hold on to feelings like shame and disgust? What good will they do you here?

So you try to drown out the voice of your conscience as you laid back, succumbing to the wonderfully twisted thoughts of a nomu’s tongue.

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Subject: Raptor

Examination

Quirk #3: Regeneration

Quirk#4: Heat Resistance

Notes: Our most advanced specimens deserve the best healing quirks we have to offer. Raptor is no exception. It will also make up for his lack of weight and hard muscle, not that he should ever be mistaken as frail. Most importantly, this should accelerate the regrowth of his feathers and supply him with an endless arsenal. We do not want to risk his regeneration being hindered by burns. After all, it was fire that led to the host’s death. This is why we have added a quirk that should make it almost completely fireproof.

The only people that Raptor disliked more than the Coats, were the Masks. The Coats saw him as nothing more than an attack dog that is expected to obey every command. But the humans in masks...to them, he was just a fleshy object to be dissected and analyzed.

They were poking and cutting to their heart’s content. His mind screamed to get away from the assortment of blades and needles that hovered over him, sinking into his skin in various places while he could only writhe against the cuffs of the metal table he was strapped to. He doesn’t believe it’s their intention to test every ounce of his willpower, but that sure as hell is what they’re doing right now as he tries, really tries not to use his feathers out of desperation.

“Excellent. The cuts begin healing the moment they’re made,” one of them observes. “Try deeper incisions. Maybe I should try removing one of its eyes.”

Raptor’s heartbeat was booming in his ears after hearing those words.

A younger Mask has been flinching from every one of the nomu’s movements. “Shouldn’t we sedate it or something? What if it lashes out?”

“Stop panicking. A nomu won’t hurt anyone without orders, though his responses to pain are stronger than I expected. We may have to fix that.”

Raptor wouldn’t mind that at all. He hisses and howls as he’s taken apart and mended back together in a torturous loop. His brain is throbbing so strongly one would worry that it might burst. He fights to think through all of the agony.

He thinks of your touch. He thinks of your taste. Were you repulsed by what he did that morning?

Sharp pain shot through his wings when his feathers were being forcefully yanked out, his teeth on the verge of shattering from his tightly clenched jaws.

“Perfect! Look at that, they’re already growing back in.”

They were. He could feel the fresh plumes pushing through his skin. The regeneration did well in preventing any real damage, but it didn’t make the violent tearing of his feathers any easier to bear.

The cruel assault on his wings and tail eventually ended, black fluff littering the room’s floor. He remembers when you mentioned other nomu being capable of shutting down whenever they wanted. What he wouldn’t give to just turn off like a light switch right now.

“Alright, it’s time to move on to his heat resistance. Get the torch.”

The what? Raptor searched the fragments of his knowledge; most words were familiar to him, they just took a while to be remembered from...something. He doesn’t understand how he already knows so much, even though his subconsciousness needs time to dust everything off.

One of the Masks was holding a small object that ended in a tube. With a push of a button, a small blue flame appeared.

The glowing yellow eyes that were normally slits were suddenly wider than he thought possible, every part of him hyper focused on the small fire that was getting too close to his sore wings. His mind recovered a new piece of information:

Blue flames are to be feared.

He was thrashing the second the searing pain was felt, fighting to escape, to get away from the blue death that threatened to incinerate his wings again. He has felt this before. He doesn’t want to burn again.

Panic consumed him, unaware of how much his feathers have sharpened as he beats his wings and tail against the table. He can barely hear the Masks’ frantic voices over the ear-splitting screech, a screech that he realizes is coming from his own strained throat.

“–ptor, I SAID STOP!”

“–y arm! Fuck, my arm is bleeding bad–”

“–old you he’d attack! Why is he reacting so–”

“–atives! Into his neck! Hurry!”

Needles are being jammed into his neck, the chemicals working quickly in sapping away his strength, limbs becoming too heavy to move, and his thoughts were too cloudy to even continue panicking. The scorching heat was still present in his wing, but he can still feel the presence of all of his feathers. There was no foul smell of burnt plumage.

“Aaaugh, my arm...” In the corners of his vision, Raptor saw one of the Masks hunched over and clutching a blood-soaked arm. He didn’t mean to hurt any of them.

“Shut up and go patch yourself up.” An older man motioned the rest to come closer to the calmed nomu, which they cautiously obeyed. “Do you all see it? His feathers aren’t damaged at all. Perfect.”

“But why didn’t he stop resisting after you ordered him several times? And why was his reaction to pain so strong?”

The elder grimaced behind his mask and shook his head. “Its pain tolerance is laughable. There’s no use in a nomu having such sensitivity. We’ll need to perform an operation that will dull his nerves.”

They scrambled around the table, gathering new tools and focusing the creaky hanging light on Raptor’s face. He was too doped up to even react to the harsh brightness.

“And if he ignores us like that again, we may need to alter his brain and ensure his compliance in the future.”

The nomu tried to make a sound of protest, but in his dazed state he could give no more than a pathetic whimper. He was rather thankful of the drugs for making him unable to notice just how many needles were sinking into his brain, or the blades that opened up the rest of his head, keeping the tools in place to prevent his skull from instantly healing. It still hurt, a lot. But as they tweaked his pulsing organ, injecting unknown fluids inside, the pain began to dim. Raptor would have celebrated and attempted to wag his tail in relief.

But it wasn’t the only thing that was fading. The coldness of the metal at his back was becoming distant, the chill in the air of the room was suddenly so faint that it no longer made him shiver.

He wanted it all to hurt less, but he still wanted to feel.

He has no idea how much time had passed once they finally finished and allowed his bone and flesh to close up. The old Mask stared down at him, gloves drenched in thick crimson.

“That should do it. Going by your weaker reactions, the operation was a success and you now feel less sensation. Good.”

‘No. Not good.’ It’s what he was tempted to say, but Raptor didn’t want to utter a single word to anyone besides you, and the cruel man’s recent threat of robbing him of his free will ensured that he keeps his mouth shut.

Raptor hates it here.

x---x---x---x---x

There were fresh claw marks covering the walls of Hawks’s room, and this time they were angry. The drawings and games you made together were literally slashed out, with spots of blood spread out all over the floor.

He was curled up in a corner, wings concealing most of his shaking form.

“Raptor.” Firmly addressing him is usually all it takes to gain his full attention, just like any other nomu, High End or not.

Hawks doesn’t respond at all.

That’s new...and very unnerving.

You called him again. The mass of feathers didn’t budge. You swallowed a lump in your throat. He had clearly just thrown a violent tantrum, and you don’t know if he has fully calmed down yet. Approaching him is too risky, but the damn nomu won’t even acknowledge you. So you’ll have to get through him in a more natural way.

“Raptor, is everything alright? Do you, um, need some space? I can come back a little later...maybe another thirty minutes or so.” You offered, your body slightly twisting toward the door, ready to bolt if he decided to attack. You ignored the cold hard fact that the door and your legs would do little in protecting you from him.

His tail slowly uncurls like a timid snake, wings following suit and revealing his shrunken form. He was hugging himself tightly, talons peeling the skin off of his biceps. His head hung low, but you can see the spot of red in each eye looking right at you. He looked like an angry and frightened child, and his pitiful plea didn’t help matters.

“Don’t...go.”

His vulnerable state quelled your fears, but you still took caution. “Can I come closer?”

He looks down at the floor for a moment, seemingly pondering the question, before straightening his posture and nodding.

You follow the routine you’ve been getting used to with him, setting aside the jar and taking some time to talk. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

It was supposed to compel him to instantly explain the issue, or at least attempt to with his awkward speech. You instead see him flinch and growl lowly, as if he didn’t appreciate you making demands. Just what is going on with him?

Your anxiety was probably visible since he quickly switched back to a less aggressive stance. You wince when he drags a claw through his flesh, blood leaking out for only a second before the wound instantly repairs itself. “Can’t feel.” He weeps with cracks in his unnatural voice. At least he’s dragging out his words less and sounds less like a moaning zombie.

“You can’t feel?” You repeated, edging closer and placing a hand over the healed spot. Another growl, louder this time, scares you into pulling away. But his bigger hand seizes yours and presses it hard onto the black skin. You feel the tremors that begin to wrack his body and try to stay calm in the wake of his growing distress.

His voice becomes only more broken. “Can’t feel it! Can’t feel you!”

You find yourself shushing him, holding your free hand up like you’re trying to calm a panicking animal. You cup the side of his face, but that seems to upset him even more. “You can’t feel my hand?”

He shuts his eyes and shakes his head, squeezing your hand tightly enough to cut off circulation. How freely he can emote still freaks you out a bit, face looking on the verge of shedding tears. Everything about him continues to be so surreal.

“Raptor, you’re a shitty nomu,” you told him with a small smile. “Not that I mind.”

And there goes that cute head tilt. The thought of him being released in a city to wreak havoc, just like the one that attacked Endeavor and...him, feels less possible after every meeting.

He was still powerful and potentially dangerous, if the state of the walls were anything to go by. You really shouldn’t be pushing your luck or his temper. On the other hand, you did decide yesterday that from now on, you are going to embrace the depraved dumbass within you. Hawks stiffens and starts to slowly pull back, but your hand makes its way to the back of his head. “It’s alright, it’s alright,” you soothed him. “I just want to see if you can feel any of this.”

With no more hesitation, you pressed your lips to his, feeling his shock through a surprised grunt. For a minute, you simply cover his rough lips with kisses while he stays completely still, eyes looking on the verge of bulging right out of their sockets. It looked downright silly. Why was he so shocked by a simple kiss anyway, after the way you let him ravage your mouth yesterday?

Your lips pause when you remember the distraught sounds he made that morning as he watched you rush out of the room. That’s right.

“Hey,” you murmur against him. “Sorry for taking off like that last time. Just...don’t worry about it, okay.” He released a hot breath onto your face. Your trapped hand is finally freed from his iron grip, numb and stiff, but you keep your attention on the motionless nomu. “We’re not exactly supposed to be doing this, but I want you t-mmf!”

He suddenly went forward and attacked your lips, aggressively mimicking your movements with enough force to bruise. You try to keep up and calm his pace, sighing into his mouth once his lips finally begin to slow down. He’s clumsy like you expected, but his intelligence shows when he tries to follow your lead and quickly learns the intimate dance of your mouths. The occasional swipe of that blasted tongue across your lip makes you gasp, and then you feel big strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you close, the beats of his excited wings, the throaty growls that rattle your entire being…

You can feel yourself heating up again already.

“Mmm, Raptor...wait,” you manage to say between kisses, your hands pushing against his chest. He gives a grating sound of annoyance, but pulls away like you wished. You were suddenly hyper aware of his size and strength – this monster that was holding you closely and taking care not to harm you. If any other nomu had you like this, they undoubtedly wouldn’t have stopped.

“So, did you feel any of that?” Your hand travels down to his groin and rubs at the bulge that still had a lot of growing to do. “Do you feel that?”

To your dismay, he shakes his head. “No,” he groans as his wings droop closer to the floor.

It has you stumped. How are you supposed to please him when his whole body is numb?

“But…” He licks his lips slowly. “Can still taste. Tastes so good.”

When you let him lap at your lips again, he twitches beneath the ragged cloth.

You put two and two together, and the realization makes you gulp. And ache.

Remember, shame is useless here.

He allows you to back away and create some distance. The sight before you is frightening on its own: The sharp stare of the raven-winged fiend while surrounded by the deep marks of its outburst would do well in intimidating any sane individual. Remembering what exactly he is makes you pause only for a second, your hands grabbing the bottom of your thin blue shirt and lifting it before your pesky conscience can even get a word in.

Hawks’s wings flare out slightly when your breasts are revealed to him, talons clicking against the floor as he shuffles about, at a loss of how to react. Relieved that you haven’t been pounced on immediately, you lean down to remove your pants next, ignoring the trembling in your hands as you pull the garment down and step out of them. They never supplied you with underwear, so with your two articles of clothing removed, you were completely nude in front of the dangerous nomu.

At first you both just stared at each other, until he finally came forward to scan your body more closely, mindful of how nervous you were. The tension made you almost choke and cough on your words.

“I-if you want to…taste more of me, go ahead.” You didn’t mean to squeak out those last two words. You blame it on the chilly air.

The hands that take hold of your hips feel extra hot, along with the breath that grazes your chest. The blue tongue slides past his lips and extends to press against the spot right over your pounding heart, then moving smoothly up the column of your neck and your cheek in one long swipe, the wet trail making you shudder. The mouth ventures close to your ear to utter the word that you remember repeating to him on the first day you got him off.

“Calm.”

It’s followed by a rolling purr that eases you into doing just that. The humming continues while he eyes your breasts, nipples already pert from being exposed to the air. Even in your more relaxed state, the sudden lick across your tit makes your breath hitch. He seems to enjoy your response and repeats the action, giving it several more laps before wrapping around the entirety of the soft globe like a tentacle, squeezing gently.

“Ah, Raptor,” you moan when the tip of the tongue flicks at your nipple, sending the tiniest of jolts through you. “Damn, where did you learn to do that?”

He answers with nothing more than a groan as he continues to show off his tongue’s flexibility. It coils and swirls around the skin until every inch of it is covered in his saliva, making you even more sensitive to the cold air. Satisfied with his work, he moves on to repeat the motions with your other breast.

The pleasure was soothing, like a massage…if the masseuse had sticky boneless limbs. You close your eyes and wrap your arms around him, letting yourself enjoy the vile act of a monster sampling your taste.

His mouth suddenly engulfs you, the damp heat adding to the ongoing feeling of his tongue dancing around your tit. The purrs abruptly become a powerful vibration that electrifies your skin and brings forth your moisture to drip and run down your thighs.

But Hawks suddenly pulls away and stares at you intensely, the glower snapping you out of your daze.

“What is it?” You were getting nervous again. Did one of your reactions irritate him?

He breathes in, again and again, sniffing at the air for something. The swaying tail hints that whatever he smells is exciting him. His head lowers in pursuit of the scent and stops at your womanly mound to take a long whiff at the spicy aroma emanating from your cunt.

With his breath now blowing right against your sex and increasing your arousal, your juices trickled freely onto the floor and for him to see. The clawed hands on your hips held you steady, preventing you from collapsing from the nerve-racking anticipation that had you shaking all over. At no point in your life have you ever felt this exposed, being ogled by a pair of eyes in which the irises were bigger than you’ve ever seen them, mesmerized by the source of the delicious smell.

The tongue slips between your thighs before you could even prepare yourself, stretching across the entirety of your lips, over your entrance, nearly reaching your ass before it pulls back toward his mouth, the rubbing of the silky muscle creating buzzes of pleasure. Looking down gives you the unpleasant view of his brain, but you also get to see him swallow and savor your taste, humming deeply in approval before salivating with the need to drink up more.

“Good.”

He doesn’t wait for your response – his face is already being shoved into you, and you’re suddenly bombarded with delightful hot sensations all over your pussy. The ravenous organ travels up and down your folds, collecting every drop of your sweet nectar while you could do nothing but spread your legs to give him more leeway – God you’re such a whore – and cover your mouth in the hope that no passerbys hear your moans in the room.

When your legs officially become jelly and can no longer support you, Hawks tires of holding you up and allows you to fall back a little too hard onto the floor, the impact making you wince. Any other time, he probably would have at least made a sound of apology, but your sopping wet pussy has stolen his attention. He wastes no time in lifting your hips up toward his waiting mouth, now utilizing his lips along with his tongue to loudly slurp up your essence.

His vicious hunger has you seeing stars. Wings open up and expand around both of you like black curtains that darken your vision, like a bird of prey mantling over a hard-earned meal. The only thing you can clearly see between your legs are the eerie glows of red and yellow; the glare of a demon that seeks to devour you from the inside. He starts to suck your folds dry, growling as he inspects every inch of the ravaged honeypot until his lips brush against your neglected clit.

A muffled “fuck!” passes between your fingers, both of your hands tightly clamped over your mouth. The reaction surprises him, and to his delight, it triggers more of your nectar to flow. The most efficient gag wouldn’t have been enough to suppress your scream when he sucked hard on your sensitive bud.

You couldn’t help it. Fighting past the paralyzing pleasure, your hands blindly grab at his head and accidentally bury your fingers into a soft squishy brain. The discomfort makes him shake his head and groan in irritation, raising his head and narrowing those menacing eyes at you as a silent warning.

“Hah...shit...I’m sor–AH! Fuck-oh my god....” He’s already attacking your clit again before you can finish your apology. All he cares about at the moment is your taste, and not even you were going to interrupt him. The surrounding wings occasionally twitch and shudder around you, vibrating along with your approaching climax. But the second you feel dangerously close, his lips leave the perky little pebble and move back down to lap at your fresh flow. It tears you away from an orgasmic finale and brings you back to that sensual middle ground. The audible licks were amazing, but you need to reach that edge. Your hand drifted down to your pussy, right over his tongue where you can give your clit the stimulation needed to cum…

“Hwrrrrrrr…”

You felt the terrifying snarl more than you heard it, shaking you to your very core. The other core, not the one on the verge of bursting. You immediately pull away and freeze, shivering and breathing quickly at the sight of his bared fangs. For a brief moment, the tent of feathers showed off a faint sheen, like they all suddenly sharpened. A quivering, fear-fueled gasp left you.

It felt like the staredown went on forever, but Hawks was eventually convinced that you weren’t going to distract him from his feast again and returned his gaze to the fragrant pussy before him. However, after a few more licks, he grunted in frustration. You weren’t secreting your precious juices fast enough; your body simply couldn’t keep up with his newfound greed.

The insatiable tongue keeps poking and prodding at your opening until it pushes in just enough to slightly stretch your walls. You struggle to stay relaxed and keep your hands to yourself. Hawks was currently as unpredictable as any other nomu, and you didn’t want to piss him off.

When the hot thick muscle is suddenly shoved into you, you don't even have time to cover your mouth and block the next scream that is ripped from your throat. There’s no time to adjust to the completely foreign sensation. It squirms inside of you like a living creature, massaging your pussy in ways you didn’t even know were possible, sometimes hitting that special soft spot.

Your molten center spreads its flames across every nerve. This is far beyond what you fantasized on the night you touched yourself. His tongue was able to fill you completely, all while moving around more freely than a cock or even fingers ever could. Too soon does it leave your pulsing walls and back into his mouth, where he swallows every drop he’s gathered before shooting his tongue back out and penetrating you again before you can even complain.

He was moving with more force, enough to create a visible swell in your stomach that moved along with his tongue. You can’t look away from it, even as he begins to push in and out at a steady rhythm, the pleasure building up to new heights while the bulge in your belly moves up and down. You’re tempted to ask him to move his wings to allow more light for a better view, but interrupting him now is probably a stupid idea.

He pants loudly from his open mouth as he fucks you thoroughly with nothing more than a long powerful tongue, his thrusts moving faster and deeper in search of more of your savory wetness.

Meanwhile, you were dizzy. It was uncomfortable at first. It’s been so long since you’ve been fully stretched, but it all quickly melds into pleasure you have long since forgotten – no – you hadn’t even known. Your interest in sex has greatly diminished during your stay here. Hell, you were certain that your libido was officially dead. But Hawks….

This abomination was going to be the death of you.

Your g-spot is suddenly struck again, and again. Most of your words were incoherent, and the ones that could be made out were nothing more than endless encouragement. “Gah-hnngh, fuck, Hawks, you want more, don’t you? Ah, I’m about to give you more. Keep going Hawks don’t fucking stop.”

Talons are biting into your skin from his tightened grip. With a low bellow of excitement, his mouth moves to cover your entire sex, prepared for the incoming downpour, and thrusts his tongue into your most sensitive spot repeatedly without mercy.

The pressure within explodes violently, completely overshadowing that laughable orgasm you gave yourself yesterday. Each contraction adds more white that flashes in your eyes, moving in from the corners of your vision until it becomes as blinding and unbearable as the bliss that washes over you. There are noisy gulps between your legs, the parched monster happily taking every rush of fluid directly into his mouth and down his throat until he finally has his fill.

Even through your spasms your walls try desperately to clamp around his tongue as it leaves, but to no avail. The looming wings finally move away and return to their usual resting spot behind his back while he sets your lower body down and licks his lips for any remaining traces of your slick. The talons never broke your skin, but they did leave some glaring marks on your hips and ass.

You still tingled all over from the waist down while your muscles make the greatest effort to respond to any of your commands. No use. You decide to lay there covered in the monster’s spit. The work of that amazing specimen of a tongue almost made you forget that this was being done to arouse him. You should probably check to see if he was hard. He may not be able to feel your hand anymore, but he still might be excited enough to cum from the act. Stupid science bastards, making your job more complicated.

“Hawks.”

The single word uttered from the nomu clears your mind instantly. Your weakened arms push you upright to properly face him. He was still crouching, scaly toes supporting the weight of his body like a gargoyle without a perch.

“You say Hawks. What...is Hawks?”

What? When did you…?

Oh. Shit. Your mouth was moving on its own while he was eating you out.

Your mind was zipping in several directions at once, hoping that he wouldn’t find anything odd about your eyes darting about, looking everywhere except at him. You settled on a simple and dismissive answer. “Oh...don’t worry about it. I was just babbling while you had me on cloud nine,” you said with a crooked smile.

Black lips twisted into a frown, accompanied by a quick beat of his wings and then...eww. His brain is pulsing way too much, so much that he shakes his head in agitation, which only adds to the disturbing visual as the organ jiggles slightly in his head. “Hawks...don’t know...I know…” His words jumbled over his inner turmoil. The long tail lifted and began to swing quickly.

You sat there, nude and bewildered. Every High-End still carried traces of who they once were, expressing some of the same behaviors and habits they presumably had before death.

This is the first time you’ve seen one with any sort of recollection of their past life, even if it’s something as minor as feeling a connection to their name. You have a feeling that’s not supposed to happen.

You shouldn’t tell him anything; nothing good will come out of it. He needs to shut up and start being a bloodthirsty killer before the doctors decide that he’s more trouble than he’s worth.

“Raptor,” your shaky legs move slowly, shifting until you’re resting on your knees, face to face with the nomu that still looks interested in your naked body even as his head throbs. “It’s not important. Stop thinking about it.”

The look he gives you is one of hurt and dammit, this is exactly his problem. “But...Hawks. Want to know what-”

“I said stop thinking!” Your volume shocks both of you, but Hawks actually recoils from the unexpected shout. You don’t care, all it does is confuse you more, anger you more. “Why the hell aren’t you listening to me anymore? That’s what you’re supposed to do! Do whatever we tell you! What, did you break?” A full-body chill reminds you of the state you’re in. You were seriously having an outburst while still completely naked with Hawks’s saliva glistening over your thighs. You groan and turn away from the troubled hybrid to grab your clothes and dress yourself, not giving a damn if you pissed him off and he decides to kill you right there. He’d be doing both of you a favor, really.

But it shouldn’t be a surprise when you see that he hasn’t budged from his spot, making no move to retaliate. “I like you, Raptor,” you admitted. “Somehow, you managed to be the only welcomed company in this fucked up hospital slash prison, but you shouldn’t be. What we just did...that shouldn’t have happened. Fuck, I – I should’ve been terrified, and I kinda was, but, I shouldn’t have felt that good!” Your doubts, your conscience, they both return with a vengeance. But this time it’s not you they’re worried about.

“If this is how you act around everyone else, you’re not going to last here.” You hold his face in your hands, a tender gesture that shouldn’t be possible with the likes of him. “These assholes are gonna get rid of you if you don’t do what they want, and they’re going to ask for horrible things. I know you don’t like killing, but if you keep up all of...this, you’re going to lose more than your sense of touch.”

He doesn’t make a sound, only staring at you before gritting his teeth and nodding in your gentle grasp. His compliance both relieves and hurts you.

“I’m sorry, but no more questions. Please? The less you know, the better.”

“No more…questions.” Dammit, you hate how clear the sorrow is in his eerie voice, like the mournful moans of a lost soul. “No more.”

You give him a smile of thanks, it’s the least you could give him. You try to bring the atmosphere back to its usual awkward yet friendly vibe. “Now, let me see if your, um, tasting did you any good.” You move to pull down his shorts. That is, until you notice the large damp spots and stains on the cheap material. Oh, he did not.

“Welp, it obviously worked. Now how am I gonna scrape this shit off?”

x---x---x---x---x

Hawks.

Flames.

Decay.

Death. Everywhere.

But, somehow, he knew it wasn’t his doing.

Maybe he did kill a few...he wasn’t sure. It’s all so blurry and nauseating.

Was he killing people? Was he…trying to save them? A monster like him, saving people?

“No more questions.”

Your voice echoes, bouncing across the shattered fragments of his mind. Raptor tries to obey. He doesn’t know what this Hawks is, or why it keeps plaguing him.

Whatever Hawks was, it’s gone. Raptor wants it to leave him alone.

x---x---x---x---x

Subject: Raptor

Field Test

Quirk #5: Camouflage

Notes: As you know by now, Raptor differs from other nomu in that he is designed for agility and stealth. An invisibility quirk will not only make Raptor into the perfect phantom, it can also assist in infiltration and spying. While the quirk may be called ‘camouflage’ mainly due to how it changes skin pigmentation, it does much more than match the colors of the environment. It hides the user’s entire form as perfectly as any true invisibility quirk. Raptor should be more than capable of destroying targets without ever being noticed.

You were right. It was strange how he doesn’t discover these ‘quirks’ on his own. It was an understatement to say that he was a little lost when a Coat ordered him to activate his Camouflage. Raptor was prepared to feel those words bind his limbs and move him against his will. Whenever his brain was under the Coats’ control, he was capable of doing whatever they asked, even when he himself didn’t understand what they were asking for.

So it was worrying when he felt nothing. He heard the order loud and clear, yet it didn’t wrap around his brain like it always does.

So it wasn’t just you. His mind no longer submitted to anyone’s commands. He would have chirped in celebration if he didn’t have an audience that was still waiting for him to follow through, giving looks and comments of impatience while he stood there.

He can’t let them notice that he was unaffected. The words of the Mask that stole his touch repeated in his head along with the memories of cutting and burning, every nerve seething from raw pain until all feeling began to fade.

“If he ignores us like that again, we may need to alter his brain and ensure his compliance in the future.”

Alter...change...he doesn’t want them to change him. So Raptor tried to pretend, another thing that felt natural to him.

The process of finding his new quirk was difficult to describe; it was more like willing himself to blend in until the rest of his body got the message. All of his muscles tightened, and he almost panicked when black skin began to disappear before his eyes. His wings, his tail, every part of him looked as if it was dissolving, but he can still move and feel the weight of each limb. Once his body relaxed, he was fully invisible. The Coats kept him pinned with their stares, however.

“Completely hidden. Very good,” one of them said, writing something down. They’re always watching, always taking notes on him, always judging. This all felt familiar as well. “Now, walk from that corner to there, and keep a hold on your quirk.”

There was no pull, no sudden fuzziness or loss of control. Nothing. It’s a strange feeling, following orders because he actually chooses to. It will take some getting used to, but it shouldn’t be too difficult.

Has a monster like him ever acted before? It sure feels like it.

He performed several different tasks: running, climbing, flying, and shooting feathers. All while unseen by the naked eye. The feat even earned him a round of applause from the Coats.

“I can picture it already. He could slice apart an entire group of targets, and they wouldn’t even understand their deaths. A flurry of invisible blades!” One of them exclaimed with a smile that was way too wide given the subject matter.

“Don’t worry, we’re going to get a taste of what this is capable of right now.”

Right on cue, the doors opened. Every feather on his wings and tail bristled instantly, ready to shred whatever possible threat that may enter. They wouldn’t be able to see him. It would be so easy, just like the Coats said.

But instead of another nomu that was simpler and more violent than him, a woman was shoved into the room hard enough to make her stumble forward and fall, the door slamming shut behind her. She was dressed like you, wearing only a thin blue shirt and pants. What did they bring someone like her in here for?

She was already back on her feet, scanning the area with wide eyes and shrunken pupils before moving her gaze to the humans that continued to observe from the other side. The fear in the air was so thick that Raptor could nearly taste it as she shook uncontrollably – he wondered if her knees would collapse from the trembling alone.

He was still camouflaged; she couldn’t see him at all. The urge to reveal himself is strong, but one: the Coats had yet to order him to deactivate his quirk, and two: knowing that she was in a room with a nomu will most definitely only terrify her more, so he stayed where he was, motionless and quiet.

For a suffocating minute, the only sound was her rapid breathing until one of the Coats finally spoke up.

“Kill her, Raptor.”

“What?” The woman’s voice was constricted by anxiety. She looked timidly at the man, who only stared back expectantly, waiting for something. “W-what?” She choked out again. She switched her attention to the door, still distressed and shaking. When no horrid beast entered the room like she expected, her panic increased even more, stuttering so badly that it was a challenge to discern what she was trying to say. “I-I-I w-I won’t...I’m s-so...p-p-please.”

Her head whipped upwards to a vent in the ceiling. Nothing happened. The confused woman was now spinning around looking for something, hysterical with the knowledge that her impending doom was coming, but not knowing where or when. The weight of her dread was making him anxious.

The same Coat, however, only sighed in annoyance at the sight of the trapped panicking animal. “Don’t dawdle, Nomu.” The final word dripped with venom. It reminded him of his place: a puppet that should have no will of its own. Raptor didn’t want to kill, but if he defies them, then they will dig into his brain again, and the woman will probably be violently killed by a more enthusiastic nomu. He’s afraid of what they might take from him next. He can’t let that happen.

The shrinking woman is still whipping her head around in every direction as her bare feet take a step backwards, then another, completely unaware of the larger creature that stood right behind her. He can’t guarantee a painless death, but he can make it as quick as possible for her.

Raptor added an edge to some of his feathers, but reconsidered. That would require pinpoint accuracy, not worth the risk with a target that was moving so erratically.

His tongue curiously ran over the points of his teeth, checking their sharpness. No, that would leave too much of a mess.

His hands clenched into fists, and that’s when he practically heard the ding in his head. A simple method, but it should work just fine.

He was originally going to wait until she backed all the way into him, but that would be rather cruel. Killing her before she even recognizes the danger is a greater mercy. His hand struck with the swiftness of a snake, grabbing the back of her neck. The delicate spine could be felt beneath.

Raptor was not as strong as other nomu. That didn’t mean he couldn’t crush a human’s bones with little effort.

He felt her jolt, but that’s all she had time to do before the sickening snap and crunch sounded throughout the room, then she went limp with nothing more than a few final twitches.

Some of the Coats audibly gasped, while others clapped excitedly at the kill they couldn’t even see coming. From their perspective, an unsuspecting woman’s neck was suddenly crushed by an invisible force like an aluminum can.

One of them didn’t look very impressed. “Eh, a bit anticlimactic, don’t you think?”

“We’re not watching a bloodsport,” another one snapped. “Raptor is designed to handle matters quickly. A cervical fracture is fast and effective.”

“She was so terrible at her job. I think she deserved a terrible death in return,” another said.

Their babbling continued while Raptor placed the body on the floor more gently than his audience would have liked. Her eyes were still wide open, frozen in that moment of realization just a millisecond before death. Still, things could have been much worse for her.

“I still think we should have used his harvester instead. She’s becoming a nuisance.”

Raptor has grown to really dislike that voice, the voice of the man that takes him away every morning. He always stares at him like an expensive possession that turned out to be a waste of money. It’s an effort to keep his lips from curling over his teeth whenever the bastard’s around.

An older lady spoke. “Her relationship with the nomu is unique and warrants its own set of experiments after we cover the basics here. We already told you that.”

“Yes yes, I know. But her sample this morning was pathetic. It’s like she’s forgotten her job, too busy turning our greatest achievement into a softie. Call me petty, but I’d get a good laugh out of watching her be devoured by the nomu that she’s decided to become friends with.”

Anger.

“You are petty, and short-sighted. Do you understand just how extraordinary this relationship is?”

Another Coat butted in. “Sure, but what use is sentiment to a nomu? This was supposed to be a cold lethal predator, not a child that likes to draw on walls. I agree that the bond with its harvester is holding it back. It would be better off without her.”

Raptor hates it. He doesn’t want any of them talking about you. To think that they’d consider something as twisted as offering you to him as a helpless prisoner to execute, just like the one whose spine he had just snapped.

How dare they.

The lady was suddenly staring right at him with a look of shock before her aged lips curled into a smirk. Actually, everyone was staring at him now, and they all showed varying levels of discomfort. That’s when he noticed that he can see his hands in front of him again, along with his feet, wings, and the rest of his body. His fury made him lose his hold on the Camouflage quirk. They had all just seen his face of hatred.

And yet the lady continued to smile. “I don’t believe he agrees with you two.”

She then whispered something, lips forming what looked like the word ‘magnificent’ while her eyes bore into him. Even his rage was nothing more than a fascinating process to be examined.

Raptor wants to get out of here.

x---x---x---x---x

You’re alright. You made it out. You were bruised, but you made it out.

That High-End nearly broke your fucking arm when it came. It was always a pretty rough one when you jerked it off but for god’s sake, why did it always have to squeeze you like a stress ball? Thankfully, your painful shriek of “STOP!” was enough to penetrate the horny shield over its brain and it released you.

It wasn’t your first injury, but it’s been a while since you’ve gotten such a scare. It could’ve been worse – it could always be much worse.

The fact that you feel elated when you reach Hawks’s room shows how close the two of you have gotten in less than a week. Two prisoners who agree that this place can go fuck itself; one was pumping cocks on the daily, the other failed miserably at being a ruthless monster. They ought to make a movie out of this.

You enter the room to see him resting in the center while several feathers carve into different areas of the walls and ceiling. His understanding of shapes was becoming more complex at a rapid rate, if the current drawings were anything to go by. They looked to be unintentionally abstract faces, varying greatly in size and structure, but one thing they all had in common was oversized eyes. Every face was furiously scratched in, the sound of chiseling surrounding you and adding to the ominous aura given off by the etchings that lacked skill but teemed with raw emotion.

The scattered claw marks from yesterday are still as visible as ever. Everyday, this place looks more disturbing even with the not-so-hostile creature that occupies it.

Something prompts his feathers to stop abruptly and return to him, followed by him quickly standing up and hissing. The badly-timed hostility makes you jump back. “Raptor? What is it?” You tried to stay calm as usual.

He drew closer, eyes narrowed and teeth bared at the purplish welts on the arm that held your gazillionth jar. Oh, of course. You waved with you uninjured one. “It’s alright. One of the High Ends was being a little heavy-handed. It stings, but it’ll get better.”

Hot air hits you when he releases a snort. While he studies the bruise, you continue to examine the newest artful additions. “So...what do all of these mean?” You ask.

He follows your traveling gaze and mutters. “Watching. They’re always watching.”

He said it so smoothly that it gave you chills. “You’re tripping up less on your words. That’s, uh, good.” When a grunt is his only response, you keep talking. “Are these the doctors?” He nodded. “Did you...have to kill again?”

A beat. Then he nods again, more slowly this time. “It was easier.”

You’re not sure what to say to that, deciding to instead rest a hand on his arm. For some reason, what he said didn’t scare you. It was you who asked him to act more like a nomu, anyway.

You both stayed like that for a few minutes, standing side-by-side in the middle of the room’s crude composition that illustrated his short life. Innocence, rage, and now a feeling of powerlessness. You can relate; your progress here was very similar except that the ‘innocence’ part can be replaced with ‘grief’, having lost contact with everything you were familiar with.

“You know, maybe I can add my own additions to this sometime, if you don’t mind. Make this place our own little mural.” You giggle when his tail swings at the proposal. “There’s no way they haven’t noticed how odd of a duo we are by now. I wonder how those assholes feel about all of this.”

You’re grabbed and pulled into him so quickly that the jar slips out of your grip, rolling away as you’re pushed into a hard black chest. The tight embrace squeezes your swollen arm painfully. “Shit, that hurts!”

He whines apologetically and loosens his hold. Pain and lack of oxygen aside, it’s oddly comforting. You haven’t been hugged in ages, and here you were being held by this. A song of soft coos calm you, but there is a noticeable sad tone to them. You look up at him, chin resting on his pecs. “Raptor, I know it sucks here, and I don’t really know what to say to make things better, but I’ll keep trying to hang out with you for as long as I can, alright?” You reassure him while rubbing his chest. “Remember, you’re kind of the best thing that ever happened to this place. Not that my standards in this shithole are very high – they’re actually lower than a regular nomu’s sex drive – but it’s still an achievement you should be proud of.”

Your words did their job, if his lighter hums are anything to go by. His comforting heat was gone too soon when he gently pushed you back, following up with a press of lips against yours.

There’s no more clumsiness in his movements. He switched from light brushes that had you craving more to deep smooches that took your breath away. There wasn’t much else you could do except follow his lead. The teasing licks against your lips never fail to get you going, and he probably knows that by now. Unfortunately, you had to break apart for a breather, allowing him to cradle you as he waited.

“Who the hell have you been kissing while I’m not around to learn so fast?” You joked.

You didn’t expect him to look away and hesitate to answer before uttering, “I...remembered.”

If he was expecting that to upset you, it didn’t. You can’t stop his brain from working, and he no longer automatically gives in to any demands. You still don’t know what’s up with that. “Right,” you sighed. “Are you remembering anything else?”

“No...same things. Hawks...fire...death...I want to forget.” He pulls you in again, this time taking care not to add too much pressure to your bruises. His strangled attempts at speech have become smoother over the days, but hearing the winged hero beneath the layers of grotesque sounds that create his voice is going to take a long time to get used to. “Can...you...make me forget?”

A twinge of sadness and pity. Are his final moments the only parts that keep playing in his head, in a cruel loop? You direct all of your strength into your voice and speak. “Forget about it. Forget about Hawks and all of those foggy memories.”

He sits there and blinks with no clear sign that your words had any effect.

Then he wilts and groans in defeat.

“No good, huh?” You shrug. You truly did wish you could help him. “There’s not much else I can do, sorry.” A pause. “Must feel like nightmares, I guess. I get plenty of those.” You rest in his hold while recalling some of the fears that manifest in your sleep. “Dreams about what they’ll do when they don’t need me anymore. I never had the guts to put myself out of my misery – don’t have many options to work with anyway. Maybe I can ask a nomu to chomp my head off.”

“No.” The word was growled out, felt all around you like a small quake. You quickly try to calm him by raising your uninjured arm to hold and caress his face. You know that he couldn’t exactly feel it anymore, but the memory of your touch is probably what still managed to soothe him. It was an intimate image, touching him so lovingly while in his arms.

“Don’t worry, I’ll stick around. We can make things easier for each other.” Without a second thought, you straighten up and begin pushing down your pants, Hawks already chirping in excitement and fumbling with your shirt, his talons ripping the cloth. You were naked in front of him once again, and the memories of yesterday already have your pussy lubricating itself in preparation. Samples...semen….you weren’t thinking about any of that. You just wanted him again.

“Let’s help each other forget.”

And just like that, you were devoured. His mouth was everywhere and you happily took it all. You were addicted to his touch as much as he was addicted to your flavor. The dark blue tongue moved gracefully across your face, the small grin and lidded eyes telling you that he quite enjoyed the sight of you covered in his saliva. You opened your mouth wide as an invitation that he gladly took, the strong muscle charging straight into your mouth and hitting the back of your throat. It makes you gag and has tears pricking at your eyes, yet you continue to throb between your legs.

He fucks your mouth so fast and roughly that you’re forced to only breathe through your nose. You’re clinging onto him as you gurgle around the ravaging muscle, your nails unable to pierce his tough hide no matter how hard you grip.

Something solid rubs right against your sex, grazing your clit and leaving you moaning into his mouth. His hips were bucking into the air with a very prominent tent that constricted his growing cock.

It’s the first time a nomu’s dick actually touches you there.

And it makes your walls clench.

You get closer for more friction, trying to grind against the massive erection while he finally removes his tongue from your mouth. That’s when he notices just how hard you’re trying to get off on his bulge.

Heat is rushing to your face at his puzzled expression. “You-” You gasp, still catching your breath after having him squirm down your throat for so long. “You feel pretty good.”

He simply watches you continue to rub against him – you don’t even notice that his hips are no longer moving, you just press closer to him and grind harder in desperation. His wings flutter and the rest of his body shakes lightly, his breaths coming out in short huffs.

He was laughing.

The look of amusement is so unexpected that it has your hips stopping out of embarrassment. And here you thought nothing else could leave you flustered at this point. “You don’t have to laugh. Trust me, you’ve looked way more desperate than I have,” You tease him.

He clicks his tongue, then with a yank and a loud rip, his shorts are in tatters and his cock springs free right onto your belly. Another short round of huffs are heard from him when you squeak in surprise. Just where did this attitude even come from?

Beads of precum ooze from his pointed head and drip onto your stomach. Maybe it’s your lust-tinted lenses, but his cock is looking much more attractive than usual. Its curved perfectly to hit all of the right spots, and those ridges probably feel amazing when moving inside you.

“Want more?”

The low-pitched voice right in your ear has you shaking, like it was a question from the Devil himself. Thirst aside, you don’t know what you should say. You trust that he won’t fuck you to shreds like the other High Ends would, but the biggest issue…

“I don’t know if I should risk that,” you murmur, a hand reaching to rub the textured flesh. “As tempting as it is right now.”

His confidence is replaced with disappointment. That is, until he immediately perks back up and grabs your hips.

“Wait what are yoooo-whoa!” You’re being lifted off the floor, legs dangling uselessly as he holds you easily, your body hovering right over his twitching dick.

Panic begins to set in. “No! Nononono I said-”

“I won’t.” He says softly. As softly as he can with such a voice, at least. “Calm.”

Instead of penetrating like you feared, he lowers you until your flushed lips are resting on the length of his scaly shaft.

And then, slowly, his hips push forward.

The bumps and creases slide against you in all of the right ways. “Oooh fuck.” You adjust yourself to ensure that he rubs your clit as well. The sensation has you shuddering in his hands as the pressure inside you builds quickly. Your slick makes his dick smoother after each thrust, and when Hawks sees that you’re comfortable and lost in the rhythm, he begins to speed up.

Your legs are swinging madly at a complete loss on how to handle the electrifying friction, but the nomu grunts and takes hold of your thighs. They close around his cock, greatly increasing the pressure as he continued to fuck past your thighs. “Stay there.” The vibration from his deep raspy voice only arouses you more. His hips collide with yours after each buck.

As amazing as it feels, your hazy mind recalls that Hawks shouldn’t be able to properly revel in this outercourse. “I-I thought...you couldn’t feel this.” You say shakily.

Hawks is eyeing your bouncing form with great interest, his hips not missing a beat as he answered. “Can’t. Just watching.”

He presses down on you more, slowing down his pace with his eyes still locked on your face. His tongue quickly swipes across your forehead to taste the sweat that has mixed with his saliva. “You look good.”

Goddamn him.

You felt close, so close, but even as your limbs tingle from the pleasure, your orgasm remained out of reach. The most severe ache that had yet to be sated, to be given any attention, was inside you. You have never throbbed this much in your life, you didn’t even know that your muscles down there could even contract this tightly. The dragging of his cock against your drenched lips isn't enough. You don’t care about risk anymore. Not after feeling what he has to offer.

There’s no voice telling you how stupid you’re being right now. It already gave up on you.

Good.

“Haw–shit–Raptor, inside. I need you inside.” You beg between your moans. He stills completely, which has you whining and squirming even more.

“Inside?”

Hearing him say it sobers you up a bit, but not enough to kill your desire. “Just pull out before you cum, alright? Think you can do that?” You ask.

He nods eagerly, wings and tail moving with glee as he lifts you off of his dick that was already lubed up by your natural fluids. He angles himself until the head is pressing at your twitching entrance.

You can’t tell if you’re trembling from excitement or fear. Probably both.

The fine tip already has you being stretched wide, burning and stinging in spite of your pussy’s preparation. It makes you wince and want to close your eyes – to create some distance between you and the pain – but your curiosity has you looking down to watch him enter you, inch by inch. You can once again see your stomach distend as it attempts to accommodate the large intrusion, much bigger than the slithery tongue that previously invaded it.

But it’s exactly what you craved, the unique texture feeling even more delicious when inside of you. Your toes curl and legs quiver from his girth; not as meaty as the other dicks that you’ve treated, just enough extra thickness to give you a stretch that you’ve never experienced, without causing serious harm.

He reaches the end of your cavern with a few more inches to spare, and the drawn out moan slipping past his lips surprises both of you. You try to relax around him while he fights the urge to move. Black shaky wings expand behind him.

“Feel…” He gasped and choked, one would think that he was trying to learn speech all over again. “Can feel...squeezing. So gooood.” The last word came out as a strong rasp against your face.

The new discovery has you smiling, one of your hands rubbing at a much larger one around your waist. “You can feel it? You feel how tight I am, Raptor? How badly I want you to stay inside me and never leave?” He may not be able to feel your heat or your dampness, but it looks like he can’t escape the pressure from a cunt’s death grip.

He twitches inside, making you jolt. Oh, how quickly the tables have turned.

You scratch under his chin. Numb as he is, he still tilts his head like a pet dying for affection. “Then I want you to fuck me. Stop thinking, and just move...” You bring your face close to his, pulling off a seductive look and tone even when impaled on him. “...Just like a good nomu.”

Perhaps Hawks had a submissive kink when he was alive. It would explain why that riled him up so much that he was already slamming into you with absolutely no warning.

It hurts. It hurts so fucking good. Every thrust tears a helpless cry out of your body. The scales grind against every nerve around your hole, while the ones deeper inside nudge your velvety walls as they move in and out, in and out.

You couldn’t talk between your screams, not with how violently he was pounding you. Your arms and legs wrapped around him and hung on for dear life with your face buried in the crook of his neck. His own muscular arms wrap around you in a deceptively loving embrace, pumping into you with a rhythmic smack smack smack. All you can do is reap what you sow and take it.

This wasn’t just for you, this was for Hawks as well. You gave him something that he could feel again. What began as whiny gasps for air soon became rolling growls that vocalize a need for more.

Your orgasm barely sticks out of the continuous blinding pleasure as he plows harder through your spasms, your contracting muscles wrestling with the merciless cock to hold it inside.

His tone is dark. Vicious. “Tight. So tight!”

It makes your greedy body want even more. “Oh, good job, Raptor. Such a good boy.” You praise him, feeling the brief falter in his movements. He really does like that. “Go ahead and take it all, as much as you need-ah. Don’t worry about me. Fuck me until I can’t think.”

The violent sex stops and you’re being ripped away from that wondrous cock in the blink of an eye. Before you can even question what’s happening, your world begins to spin until you’re suddenly on the floor. You’re getting adjusted onto your hands and knees right before being pierced again with a force that shoves you forward.

Your thoughts struggle to keep up with the lightning-fast sequence of events, hindered even more by the warmth of the body hovering right over you. Hawks too was on all fours, though he looked much more comfortable and natural, wings fully spread out in a proud and dominant display as he throbbed inside of you.

His hips snap forward, already at a rapid pace that rocks you with each hard impact and soon has you howling again. The floor was filled with uneven cracks and scratches that scraped your knees, not that the discomfort was easy to notice while you were being drilled into. As you latched onto one of his arms for support, you noticed right in front of you, was your first game of tic tac toe.

Drool dripped down from the snarling jaws above you and onto the innocent group of lines and shapes.

The mounting beast humped you with every ounce of energy he had. Your aching pussy couldn’t take it. Too hard...too big... you’re cumming again around his pistoning cock, moans melting into defeated sobs. The huge pair of swinging balls occasionally smacked right into your oversensitive clit. You were losing the will to hold yourself up, gripping his supportive arm more tightly while your thighs quivered. Even if you had the strength to, you had no plans to ask the feral savage to stop.

He currently wasn’t anything like the gentle experiment you’ve befriended in just a few days. Right now, with his head thrashing around and flinging spittle everywhere as he barked, and wings beating hard against the floor, he was terrifying. Powerful, hungry, and single-minded.

So this is what it’s like to give in to a nomu.

It’s scary.

It’s thrilling.

Every fast agonizing stroke right against your cervix takes your breath away, your mouth eventually just hanging open in an attempt to capture whatever oxygen it could into your lungs. Hawks curls into himself so that he can crane his neck and look at you, saliva flowing freely down his chin. Each breath came out as a throaty growl wafting against your sweaty face. He takes one look at your parted lips, and stuffs you with his tongue.

If your thoughts were more coherent at the moment, you’d wonder how the hell the muscle was strong enough to be able to move into your throat as hard as the dick that continued to wreck your insides. His hips assisted in gagging you even more with each thrust. The threat of asphyxiation only brought you closer to your next orgasm.

Your mind was empty, save for the immoral thoughts that have long since driven off their more honorable competition.

Just use me.

Your entire body was on fire, getting pummeled from both ends.

Just use me however the fuck you want.

Hawks is suddenly bombarding your cunt with short and speedy ruts of his hips, and that does it. Your limbs give out and leave you to plop onto the floor as your pleasure blooms all over. But his long tongue follows you, still pushing into your whimpering mouth to deprive you of much-needed air. He simply lowers himself and proceeds to fuck you hard into the ground, pressing your skin into his many carvings.

His tongue leaves...your eyes rolling back….

Hawks releases a horrid cry that sounds like both a roar and a bird-like shriek.

Exhaustion…

Hawks is too lost in the surprising sensations, dull but still intense, to realize that he’s shooting his thick load into your womb

Warmth...full...sleep.

x---x---x---x---x

“Get up.”

The voice is muffled as you slowly come to. Whatever you’re resting on doesn’t feel like your bed.

“I know you’re awake. Hurry and get up.”

You’re surrounded by warmth, by something breathing. Pain shoots through your back and legs when you stir. When you open your eyes, you see the golden eyes of a High End.

The fear does well in masking your aches as you scramble out of the arms of what turned out to be Hawks, who was lounging on his side like a giant cat.

And standing at the door, was the damned doctor that you had the privilege of seeing every day.

His stare looked even more judgmental than it usually did. Full-on disgusted, actually. Realizing that you’re still naked, you grab one of Hawks’s wings that were splayed out on the floor to shield yourself.

He simply shakes his head. “I’ve already seen enough. And heard enough.”

Oh shit.

“I-I…” you stammer, panic rising in your chest as you’re unable to come up with any sort of explanation. You even turn to Hawks, like he’d somehow provide you with the answer.

“I normally don’t care what deplorable methods you people use to collect your samples, but going by the filth between your legs...” That prompts you to look down, and the second you do, you already feel a dense fluid oozing out of you and running down your legs that were stained with white. “...you actually allowed Raptor to inseminate you.”

His words, along with your accelerating heartbeat, thunders in your ears. Hawks is watching his seed leak from your raw pussy. He remains still and quiet, uncertain of how to act in the presence of a doctor.

“To think that someone would deliberately let a nomu breed them. I know that the two of you have gotten close,” His eyes skimmed past the many images and markings in the room. “But just how depraved do you have to be to go this far with a nomu?”

If this was before the days you allowed Hawks to touch you, you would have felt embarrassed. You are scared. Not only did he cum inside you, you’ve also been caught right after the act.

But any sort of shame?

You had the nerve to huff, still hiding your body from him not out of shyness, but because the asshole didn’t deserve the view. “I guess we’re all sick fucks around here,” you retort.

The glare on his glasses add to the intimidation factor of his glower. He takes a step forward and gives a quick tilt of his head. “Get dressed. You’re coming with me.”

Both you and Hawks are taken back. “For what?”

He scowls even harder. “Still asking questions? You’re lucky that you’re valuable right now. You have most likely been impregnated. This is an unexpected opportunity to observe one of Raptor’s offspring. We’ll be watching over you until the birth.”

You don’t move, still soaking in every word. This most definitely was a mistake. Not only are you going to be taken away from Hawks to be cooped up in a room with constant surveillance, you’re going to have a...fuck.

You feel the wing in your grasp vibrate softly, Hawks sensing your distress and attempting to silently reassure you.

“I said get dressed,” the doctor ordered impatiently. “Or are you still basking in the afterglow?” He snickered at his own joke before walking forward, ready to take you by force.

That’s when the nomu in the room finally stood up to step right in front of you, standing tall in all of his naked glory and easily towering over the man.

You had to give the guy credit for not looking phased by the very dangerous creature blocking his path. Then again, maybe he was just so sure that Hawks wouldn’t harm him in any way.

“Out of the way, Raptor.” Strong and firm. It’s the tone that ensures a nomu’s obedience, but you know by now that Hawks’s mind has grown beyond that.

As expected, Hawks doesn’t budge, still looking down with eyes of liquid gold.

The doctor only looks more annoyed, not afraid. “I knew you were defective,” he sneered. “Always hesitating during tests. Such wasted potential, yet the others insist on keeping you around. To do what? Decorate rooms? The idiots should have altered your brain by now.”

What?

Hawks still didn’t move. The lack of reaction was beginning to get to the man’s nerves, his hands balling into fists as he contemplated what action to take next. You stayed mostly hidden behind Hawks, anxiously looking past his wings.

When he accepted that the nomu wasn’t going to move, and forcing his way past him was too dangerous of an option, he smirked. “Fine, then. You’re only making yourself look worse. I’m certain I can convince them to move forward with that operation after they see how defiant you’re being right now.”

No! You feel so damn useless. The bastard wanted to change him into something more compliant. How much would that change Hawks himself? You don’t know if there’s anything you can do that won’t just end with you being thrown into the lion’s den.

The doctor placed two fingers to his temple. Fuck, his quirk.

“Backup needed in South Hall, room five o’ ni-”

He stopped. Pure shock took over his face, words replaced with the faintest choked sounds. You truly considered asking if he was feeling alright.

Until a thin line of red appeared at his throat, blood oozing out, the bleeding getting heavier by the second.

“What. The. Fuck?” Your breaths were becoming too short as you watched him crumple, the liquid crimson quickly pooling around him. “What the fuck is going on?”

The confusion and fear was making you delirious. God, you were going to pass out again, this is too fucking much, this asshole was about to take you away because you have a monster growing inside you and then he was going to turn Hawks into a regular High End but now he’s dead but who the fuck killed him and what’s about to happen to you-

“Calm.”

A large hand on your shoulder grounds you, steadying your breathing and expanding your tunnel vision. Hawks is in front of you, releasing soft coos.

“Wha–how–wha…” Your shaky lips are unable to form words, but he seems to understand. Something materializes right in front of you. Small, black, and sharp. It’s a feather, floating between the both of you. “What?” You finally spit out.

“Camouflage,” that’s all he says, as if that explains everything. Since when was he able t-

Whatever. There’s too much shit happening right now.

Still shaking, you look to see the doctor still bleeding, some of the blood flowing into the engravings and painting them red.

“Y-you killed him?” You whisper.

He nods, staring apathetically at the body.

“But, I thought you didn’t…” You trailed off, too stunned by everything that has happened to finish.

He turned his attention back to you, red irises – as red as the blood that continued flow – staring into your frightened eyes. “It gets easier.”

Once again, you’re not sure what to say to that.

He looks to the door. “More coming soon.”

Right, whoever the doctor was contacting must be wondering why his telepathy was suddenly cut off.

“I want to leave.”

“Leave? Like, you want to escape?” Another nod. “That’s...I don’t know if that’s possible. There are villains around here. Strong villains. Shit, they might release some of the nomu on us!”

“You want to stay?”

Your mouth opens, then closes.

“I’m strong, and fast.” His wings unfurl and sharpen every feather, his tail curling around you so that you can see the knifelike plumes on it. “Can heal very fast and blend in. Can do a lot.”

The display and simple explanation reminds you that you haven’t seen any of his combative skills firsthand. This is what they made him for.

Well then…

“Right, then how about we give them a final test?” Just when you were finally calming down, adrenaline is already being pumped back into your veins. “Let’s show them how unstoppable their latest work is.”

His little peep of agreement nearly ruined the moment, but it reminds you why you’ve grown so fond of him.

He turns around and crouches, motioning you to climb onto his back and wrap your arms around his neck. It was awkward, mostly due to the wings that you were squishing under you, but when you voiced your worries he just gave you an “It’s fine.” He warned you to hang on extra tightly whenever he gets low to the ground. He’s a much faster runner on all fours.

Stepping over the corpse that has bled dry, he stopped at the door and braced himself.

“Ready?”

Your arms and legs were secured around him. You breathed in through your nose then out through your mouth.

Breath in. Breathe out.

A lot of death and destruction is probably about to come your way.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

It would be great if you never had to fill another jar ever again.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Your clammy skin hasn’t felt sunlight in fucking forever. Are the heroes even still alive out there?

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You try not to think about what’s happening in your womb.

“I’m ready.”

The door is pushed open.

x---x---x---x---x

Targets first spotted at 12:50

The old surveillance cameras flicker and lag. It makes noticing the running black figure all the more difficult. On most screens, you’ll see nothing more than a blur. There will be the occasional confrontation with villains, sometimes accompanied by researchers with incapacitation quirks. More often than not, the escapees easily outmaneuver them, crawling and leaping on every surface and zooming past their potential captors before they can even follow.

Some of the stronger villains and nomu slow the duo down only briefly before they collapse from an unseen force. The recovered bodies possessed deep cuts across major arteries or accurate punctures in their major organs.

Some footage shows the two sometimes climbing into vents, temporarily escaping the cameras.

The woman on the High End’s back was injured during the fatal showdown at the hospital’s exit, enraging it to the point where it swiftly killed everyone in its vicinity, including fleeing researchers that were only caught in the crossfire.

Targets escaped facility at 13:09

x---x---x---x---x

Subject: Raptor

SUBJECT HAS ESCAPED. NOMU IS HIGHLY DANGEROUS. TAKE EVERY PRECAUTION IN RETRIEVING IT.

Some things are too good to be true. It turned out that Raptor’s brain has, shall we say, faulty wiring. Several observations have noted him hesitating upon certain commands. This should not be a constant problem with any High End. I don’t understand why they did not immediately work on this issue. It’s possible that they feared irreversible changes to his unique mind.

I personally believe that many of these flaws are the result of a compassionate host. The hero Hawks was unmistakably a gifted combatant, probably the most gifted individual the facility has gotten their hands on, but his attitude did not translate well into the role of a nomu. On the bright side, I never thought I’d ever see nomu, let alone a High End, show such genuine fondness over a human. I believe it’s worth another try in the future.

But for now, we should stick to what works. There are more than enough lowly criminals to go around.

#Hawks #smut #nomu #noumu #terato #monster fucking #hawks x reader #shh the doctors don't know about shirakumo #happy october?#tw blood #tw death

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