#staring up at the stars that arent there anymore

[niormalontumler]

they should make Owl City a real place

i would vis"it". visit. and by it, lets just mean, "Owl City:"

[fyodior]

made just for you

pairing: shibusawa x fem reader

notes: this is quite the wild ride and very nasty. if you arent a fan of dark content that is totally fine, pls dont harass me or anyone else!! this is fiction and has no reflection of reality. enjoy :) ALL CREDIT FOR THIS IDEA GOES TO KAL @hnnnnnnnmscorner im just the circus monkey that types the words

cw: stepdad x stepdaughter, pregnancy mentions, breeding kink, mating press, immature reader, semi-public sex, age gap, READER IS ABOVE AGE 18. DARK CONTENT. (N)SFW, 18+ ONLY!!

The two red lines staring back at you felt like a knife in your chest.

This cannot be happening.

This was never supposed to happen. He was never supposed to happen.

Pregnant by your own dad.

Step­-dad. But it was just semantics at this point.

Professor Tatsuhiko Shibusawa had been married to your mother for as long as you remember. You had always found him very handsome, with his long, flowing white hair and sharp features. He had a very elegant and refined presence, yet somehow was the person you felt most comfortable with. Shibusawa was the one you ran to for every scraped knee and hurt feelings when you were little, to failed tests and first heartbreaks as you got older. He was very, very protective of you around boys, but that’s just how dads were.

You also were not strangers to physical affection. It wasn’t uncommon for your mom to find you curled up next to Shibu on the couch, watch him gently brush and braid your hair, or hold your hand on walks. There was always some distance – that is, until you turned eighteen. The way he eyed you as you blew out all eighteen candles on the pink-frosted cake went completely unnoticed. Where he would prefer you to be licking that frosting off of instead of your fork, no one had to know.

But it was gradual -- it started out as light touches that slowly became less innocent. Accidentally brushing his hand against your ass in the hallway, moved to running his fingertips up and down your bare thigh next to him at the dinner table, moved to random hugs from behind so he could rub himself against you. Your mother stayed none the wiser.

The first time you kissed was actually of your own doing. "Shibusawa had picked you up from the party after you'd drank too much, the vodka crans effecting your ability to walk or even think. He had picked you up bridal style to carry you inside, finding it the most convenient in your state. But as he stepped through the doorway, you grabbed his face and pressed a messy, wet kiss to his lips. And instead of pulling back and shutting it down like he should have, he carried you to your room and allowed you to make out with him for as long as you could stay awake. He had never gotten such a hard-on just from kissing.

The first time you fucked was truly just the stars aligning. Shibusawa had been up past midnight grading papers at the kitchen table, and you had come down for a glass of water. You just happened to need help reaching the glasses in the cabinet, and Shibu just happened to be right there. He could see your hard nipples and lines of your panties underneath the oversized t-shirt you wore, and he just couldn’t hold himself back anymore. One minute you were pouring water into the glass from the sink faucet, and the next you were bent over the counter, panties yanked to the side as he shoved his cock deep inside your pussy. He had to keep a hand clapped over your mouth so you wouldn’t moan so loud your mother would find out her husband was fucking her daughter.

Within a couple of months, there was no surface in your house that the two of you hadn’t fucked on – including your parents’ bed. There were no words that could ever describe how hot it was watching you ride him backwards, seeing your ass bounce up and down on his cock right in the spot where his wife had been laying an hour prior.

Sometimes it was fun to take risks, see how far you could push the limits. Like when you decided to sit on Dad’s lap under a blanket during family movie night because you were cold, but instead you kept his cock buried inside you the whole time.

It was the perfect relationship -- he spoiled you rotten, getting anything you wanted with just a pout and a please, Daddy?, and you were all his. All his.

He bought you any pretty dress or skirt you wanted, but only if you would take it off for him at home. He took you to every fancy restaurant, but only if you would bend over for him in the bathroom. He’d give you anything you asked for if you cockwarmed him in his office at the university while he prepared his lectures.

The thing about Shibusawa though, is that he loved – no, insisted on always coming inside you. For him, half the pleasure came from stuffing you full with his cum and watching it drip out of you.

You didn't know that such a habit would lead you here, standing in front of Shibusawa’s office for what felt like an eternity, trying to gather up the courage just to open the door. 

You stared at the ground, studying the hardwood floor and the tops of your shoes, eventually resorting to counting the grains in the wood. When you decided it was finally time to give up, you spun around on your heels and rushed towards the exit, but you were cut off before you could escape. A short man with broad shoulders and a sweater vest called your name from behind you, making you stop in your tracks.

“Hello! Aren’t you Professor Shibusawa’s daughter?” he asked. You cringed at how loud he was speaking, almost positive it was audible from Shibu’s office.

Stepdaughter, you thought to yourself, but it was never really that important of a distinction. 

“Yes I am! Nice to meet you!” you exclaimed in the sweetest voice and biggest grin you could muster.

“So great to finally see you in person!” he drawled. “My, aren’t you a pretty girl.”

“She is, isn’t she?” A familiar monotone voice said from somewhere behind you. Your heart dropped.

You turned towards Shibu’s office to see him leaning slightly out the door, hooded eyes laser-focused on you. There was no escaping this now.

“Hi, Daddy!” You hoped the fear radiating from you wasn’t audible.

The man chuckled, muttering something like, sweet girl before continuing his way down the hall. You almost wished he would come back, distract Shibusawa with something that wasn’t the secret burning hot inside of you.

“What a nice surprise. Come on in, darling,” he said, voice sultry as always.

He opened the door further and stepped out of the way, ushering you inside. There was somehow a tension in the room, like he could sense that you were hiding something. He closed and locked the door before sitting back in his leather chair, clasping his hands together. His gaze hadn’t left you the entire time.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

You didn’t know what to do or say, feet seemingly glued to the ground and lips sealed shut. It was best to just rip the band-aid off, you assured yourself.

��I-I, um-” Your brain seemed to be skipping like a scratched record.

“You what, honey?” Shibu prompted, eyebrows raised.

His limited patience was wearing thin, you knew this. He was only being this forgiving because it was you. And yet, you still just couldn’t speak. It felt impossible to say, something that should never be spoken. But it had to be.

Shibusawa sighed before uncrossing his legs and patting his lap lightly. “Here, come sit. Tell me about whatever is causing you so much distress.”

You nodded and made your way over to him, fingertips tugging anxiously at the hem of your skirt. The skirt he bought for you. You hadn’t meant to wear it on purpose today, but you could tell he had noticed it.

He grabbed your waist to aid you in settling onto his lap, and you hated how comforting the position was. Before you knew it, you had your arms wrapped around his neck and leaned in close to his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. He smiled to himself as his hands rested on your hips.

“Are you going to talk to me, darling? You know you can confide in me about anything.” His deep voice felt almost hypnotizing, like he was lulling you to sleep.

Taking a deep breath, you pulled yourself back from Shibu’s chest so that you were at his eye level.

“Promise you won’t be mad?” you whispered. His smile returned.

“Of course I promise, sweetheart. I could never be angry with you.” He used a slim finger to push the hair out of your eyes and tuck it behind your ear.

“O-okay.” Your voice quivered with fear, but you knew he wouldn’t drop the subject.

“I’m pregnant.”

As soon as you said it you buried yourself back under his chin, squeezing your eyes shut so that tears wouldn’t start pouring out. Shibusawa’s momentary silence was absolutely deafening, and you wanted nothing more than for the ground to open and swallow you whole. The rage that you thought would ensue never came. Instead, he brought his hand up to the back of your head and pet your hair.

“Really?” he asked. The emotion in his voice was impossible to read. You just nodded against his chest. “Look at me, please.”

You leaned back, doing as you were told. Grabbing your phone from where you had set it on his desk, you pulled up a photo of the three positive tests. He held the phone in his hand and stared at the picture for a long time. Somehow, his face was not contorted in anger but was very calm. He seemed peaceful. This triggered the tears to start flowing, and he used his thumb to wipe them away.

“I am not upset with you, my love. In fact, quite the opposite.”

This time it was you in shock. “Really?”

“Of course. Pregnancy is such a beautiful thing, truly,” Shibu said in his typical dream-like voice. “Especially in you.”

You gasped as he gripped your hips tight and pulled you in even closer, groaning under his breath. 

“Can’t believe you’re going to be so full of my baby, so big and round,” he whispered, lips trailing up your throat. The moan that fell from your mouth was completely involuntary.

“W-what am I gonna tell mom?” your small voice quivered. “Can’t tell her Daddy got me knocked up.” You could feel him shiver.

“Don’t worry, honey. Daddy will deal with it. I’ll make sure our baby is safe.”

Our baby. You had cursed and loathed this pregnancy, up until then. Until he said those two words. Our. Baby.

Fuck.

You could feel his erection growing underneath you, and you hated how much you still wanted it, even after all of this. One of his hands snaked up your abdomen and slowly came to grasp your breast but you flinched at the pain. Shibusawa pulled back to look at you, eyebrows raised.

“Your tits are already quite sensitive, are they?” he laughed.

You averted your eyes and your cheeks burned, too humiliated to make eye contact with him. All you could do was nod.

“Hurts,” you mumbled.

Shibusawa damn near growled at your response, and you could tell he was doing his very best not to go feral. The way he locked his jaw and strained his neck was obvious. The way you could feel his fully hard cock already beginning to leak was even more obvious.  

“I’m sorry, beautiful, Daddy didn’t mean to hurt you. Have you had any other symptoms?” Though he was bursting at the seams, his voice was as calm and cool as ever. You nodded just a bit.

“Been feeling a little sick, like I wanna throw up.”

He tsked, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “You should have told me sooner.”

“Just really didn’t want you to be mad at me.” Your words were almost inaudible. 

Shibusawa just shook his head, muttering a quiet oh, honey. 

“Would you like to know what would make Daddy even happier?” he asked, words gentle.

You smiled and nodded fervently, and Shibu chuckled at the reaction. Your eagerness to please him never failed to rile him up. It was nearly impossible not to take advantage of it.

“I would be very, very happy if you helped Daddy relieve himself.” The hard-on in his dress pants was getting painful.

“Yes, of course,” you replied a little too desperately. “How can I help?”

“Just stay right where you are, darling,” Shibusawa said with a smile. “Can you lift up just a bit though?” 

You did as you were told so that he could deftly unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down far enough to free his needy cock. Wordlessly, he bunched your skirt up around your hips and pulled your panties to the side before guiding you down to sit on his cock.

The way gravity made you take all of him all at once made you whine and moan at the same time, overwhelmed by the searing pain but immense pleasure of being completely filled by your lover. No matter how many times he fucked you, his huge cock always felt like it was tearing you in two. 

You buried your face in his shoulder and he held you close to his chest as he let you adjust, whimpering as the burn slowly subsided.

“You’re being so good for me, baby,” he cooed, petting your hair. 

It was taking everything in him not to thrust up into you, but he knew your whines would be heard well beyond the thin walls of his office. 

“Do you think you can move?” Shibu asked. The way his voice cracked went completely unnoticed by you. 

“Just a sec,” you replied, slightly wiggling your ass to help the tight muscles relax. 

The grip Shibusawa had on the arm of his desk chair almost tore through the taut leather. You could take a lot, but were far too fragile for what he was holding himself back from. 

“‘K, I’m ready.” 

He typically would’ve encouraged more time for adjustment but he was only human. He gripped the soft fat of your ass to help you raise off his lap before allowing you to fall back down. You whined as you were stuffed full once again, clenching hard around him. His chest vibrated as he swallowed groans and you leaned into it, soothed by the sound. 

As you got used to him, you wrapped your arms around Shibusawa’s shoulders for leverage and slowly started lifting yourself, bracing your legs hard tightly around his thighs. Pulling nearly all the way off until just the swollen red tip was left inside you, and soon found a rhythm. You could feel the burning stretch of your hole as you pushed past the thickest part of his length. Shibusawa couldn’t help but throw his head back and groan as you bounced on his cock, the mix of precum and slick filling the room with filthy, wet sounds. 

“You feel so fucking good for me, princess, so tight and wet. You are perfect,” he growled, voice deep and gravelly. 

“J-just wanna be good for you, Daddy,” you whined. Each word was punctuated by either a high-pitched moan or gasp as he angled his hips to hit all the right spots.

He used one hand to support your ass while the other pulled your top off and unhooked your bra, throwing both unceremoniously to the floor. Catching one of your pert nipples in his mouth, he sucked hard, this time causing you to cry out in pain.

“Ow- ow!” you cried out, tears pricking at your eyes. Though you were not very far along, your breasts had already become incredibly sore and sensitive, the lightest brush of clothing making you hiss. This didn’t deter him. 

You didn’t stop or pull away from him, though. The last thing you ever wanted to do was disappoint Shibu, and you knew he’d be disappointed.

Releasing your nipple from his mouth, he pressed soft kisses all over your breast, using his hand to palm the soft fat. 

“Fuck, I cannot wait for your tits to swell up just like your womb, so full of milk and so fucking sensitive.” 

The words of praise clouded your mind and you couldn’t help but whimper, your pussy nearly gushing slick. Shibu’s cock throbbed inside you as he noticed the ring of creamy white you were leaving around the base of him, thickening with every bounce.

“Fucking yourself on me so good, baby girl, like you were made just for this.”  

Words were lost on you as you threw your head back and moaned, eyes screwed shut.

“Made just for you, Daddy,” you whined.

Shibusawa felt the tightening in his gut and knew he wasn’t gonna last much longer.

“Want me cum in your pussy? Put another baby in there?” he said right into your ear. You nodded fervently, and he smirked.

He allowed himself to do what he had been desperately waiting for, and began thrusting up hard into you, his toned core and thigh muscles allowing for strength and precision. The skin-on-skin noises that came from him fucking into you as you rode him could undoubtedly be heard from outside his office, but Shibusawa truly couldn’t care less. The only thing he could think about was stuffing you with his cum. 

In one swift motion, he stood up and slammed you down onto his desk, on top of all his students’ papers. He didn’t want all of his cum to leak out of you immediately. He folded you in half easily into a mating press, your skirt pushed all the way to your ribs at this point. He fucked you hard, happy to have back the control as you laid there like a ragdoll, jostled around. 

“Can you come for me, baby?” he asked, words almost lost over the loud sounds of sex. 

You thought you cried out a yes, but honestly weren’t sure at that point. He stuck his thumb into your mouth, instructing you to suck on it, which you did gladly. Yanking it out, he began massaging your clit expertly, knowing exactly which patterns to make you scream. 

“I-I’m g-on-” you tried, but words were impossible.

“Cum for Daddy, baby.”

Happy to do as you were told, you threw your head back and moaned frantically as your orgasm sent shockwaves throughout you. You thought you felt the trickle of fluid pour out of you, but didn’t have the energy to think anything of it.

Shibusawa fucked you brutally chasing his own high, long white hair disheveled as it shook with him. It didn’t take long for him to cum, pinning his pelvis against your ass to force every last drop into your pussy, brushing against your cervix. 

You both stayed in place for a bit, wordless as you tried to catch your breath. But far too soon, Shibusawa had to pull out, and watched as your hole struggled to hold in all of his cum. 

As he stood up to adjust himself back into his pants, he noticed a large wet spot on the fabric. He smirked before helping you sit up, limbs like jelly.

“Made quite the mess on me, didn’t you?” he asked, smirk only growing. 

Your cheeks burned hot in embarrassment at the realization. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Daddy, I didn’t mean to squirt.” Your words were muffled by your hands as you covered your face. 

Shibusawa only chuckled as he buttoned his dress pants. He handed your top back to you and helped you stand up but kicked the bra under his desk, and you were too fucked out to notice. 

Tucking your messy hair behind your ears, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before hugging you close.

“Did I do a good job?” you asked, voice meek.

“Such a good job, princess.” You leaned back to look at him, smiling. “Now Daddy needs to get back to work, but as soon as I arrive home, we can discuss more about the baby.”

The baby. 

You came into his office terrified, humiliated, and expecting a doomed future, but now you knew you were getting to carry the child of the man of your dreams.

“Step-dad” be damned.

[sunnyfoxsstuff]

Hey Hope y'all alright >:) i dont rlly have anythin to Say so imma hop onto writing hehehe

Chapter 2: New day, New body

The Sun rised up shi qingxuan hadnt even Seen the hour's pass by he decided to stay a little bit longer thinking how nice and relaxing the environnement around him, not long After he sadly Heard yelling's and arguing's from a far annoyed he of course got up and walked in the direction of the noise

"why are you two yelling for in such early hour's?!" He say's obviously annoyed and quickly remembering that he is a soul that no one Can see him yet, however one of the two man looks at shi qingxuan crossing his arm's and rolling his eye's continuing with "he started it why shouldnt i argue?"

Suddenly hearing a reply made him look down at his hand's and here was hand's, his hand's they were pale almost white, he couldnt believe it he changed while star gazing and didnt even felt it, without a moment to think about it the other man stared at him while both of the two were glaring at eachother's and started fighting again

With that said shi qingxuan didnt want to stay here either and deal with these two anger ball's "well i dont really Care who started what the Sun has barely rised up and you're already yelling right in the morning can't you think 'bout the other's sleeping potentially around here?"

With that said he walked away back in the direction of puqi shrine visibly happy and smiling finally having his New form even if he didnt know how he got it to manifest

After a little while of walking he remembered ghost's have ashes which is their weakest spot knowing he himself was now one of them he guessed he had ashes too he just didnt know where yet, so he searched in the most obvious place on him he could think of, his pocket and ofc for sure there it was, in the form of a water wave mixed with a air breeze it almost had the shape of a ring but not enough for him to put it on his finger and even if he could he wasnt suicidal

Now with his new body and ashes in one of his pockets of his old clothes he continued his way over to puqi shrine, After an hour he finally made it over,

from a far he could see two familiar silhouette's walking over to puqi shrine too so he made a run for it and grabbed both of their shoulder's with a cheerfull greeting "hey mu qing! Feng xing! What are you guy's doing here? It's been a while!", surprised they both look back to see the former windmaster they could tell something about him was..different they just couldnt put their hand's on it, even so they answered back

FX:"hi shi qingxuan, what are you doing here? Last Time we Heard new's of you from xie lian he said you were badly sick." Staring at him with his arm's crossed

MQ:"yeah! And your injuries. They're healed?" Looking at his used to be sprained ankle with a judging look

"ah- ahah-" laughed and smiled after a bit nervous not really knowing what to say but still stayed straight looking at both of them "well yeah but i thought i could Come visit xie lian, beside's im not feeling ill anymore and well my injuries are doing ok even if the sprained ankle do still hurt a bit"

With that said it did not make any of the two stop their stares as they just knew something wasnt adding up

MQ:"your suspicious." Glaring kind of menacingly

FX:"yeah. Last time you took atleast 3 day's to get to the royal capital from here, but you dont look exhausted, or even-" stopping suddenly hearing a door open

All 3 of them looked at the door seeing xie lian stand in the doorway looking at them confused and walking down the stair's

XL:"uh- hey guy's? What are you all doing here?" Confused looking at them when he suddenly see's a familiar figure he haven't Seen in two whole week's and went over greeting his friend "qingxuan! Why are you here ?! Arent you sick still? Im glad you came but if you're sick i would rather have known you stayed at the capital, you really looked awfull back there throwing up anything you'd digest to even have a high fiever !" He say's a bit on a strict ton grabbing shi qingxuan's face looking for any ill sign and even putting his hand on shi qingxuan's forehead

Shi qingxuan grab's xie lian's hand wrist and pull's it away from his forehead smiling brightly waving his hand up and down "pfft-! This illness naaaaa! i beated it up! Im all good I just thought i could Come visit you my friend, and i dont look awfull!" Putting his fist against his thighs with a pouting look

XL:"well- i mean- if you want i got fresh clothe's you could take a bath and change up" hesitating to Say any more word's not wanting to upset his Friend on his look

SQX:"ooo! Really? I could? I do haven't showered ever since i left here, sure! But i'll repay you!" Smiling and confident

With that said xie lian brought all three of them inside boiling some tea and giving the clothes to shi qingxuan which he imediatly went over to the shower,

XL:"and dont worry you Can take your Time!" He said yelling a bit

Confused mu qing and feng xing looked at xie lian with a raised eye brow

FX:"so? You look like you Saw something"

MQ:"yeah! Spill the tea your highness!"

XL:"Can you please lower your voice? Gosh, and yes i did, when i looked at shi qingxuan's face up close something wasnt right he look too pale and not to mention his ear's they're a bit point just like hua cheng's ear's but smaller" he say's obviously concerned about shi qingxuan fidgeting with his finger's, he didnt wanted to be right about his theory, he did not want to know that his friend died back there out of his illness, an illness he didnt even helped even though he could've went back there visit daily.

Imma stop there as my creativity is running out for now but i love what i wrote and i Hope you all did too! Soon chapter 3 potentially either he xuan's point of view or continuing on shi qingxuan's point of view and seeing hua cheng with his gege ! ;)

[trash----panda]

Story time my garbage gallery

Tw. Swwh and bitey owie

We didnt know how it happened or where it came from, it was all too quick, these creatures from the stars nearly wiped humans off the face of the earth in a matter of days. Nora had managed to find a survival group, one of the lucky few who lived in groups. They'd been together the past month, their camp was near the Parrvian nesting grounds, it was risky but it kept raiders and the ones better at hunting away. Today was a special day for them, they'd been preparing hide from the dead one in the hopes of masking their scents. Parrvians had no eyes, just a bunch of nostrils along their snouts, they stood at about 10 meters tall, but their bodies were long and ferret-like. Nora had convinced John and Haro that they could pass by unnoticed with those suits, they didn't believe her but chose to indulge. That brings us to the now, the one dressed in hide creeping out from behind a broke building on all fours, clicking the back of her tongue like the Parrvians did, her friends taking notes behind the rock.

"they dont even care" "dude that one just sniffed her" "how's she even making that noise"

They spoke hushed so they wouldn't be found, watching in awe, soon to be replaced by terror. She glanced back at them, not noticing the one approaching her, his fur pattern a splash of greys and blacks like a calico's pattern. She couldn't figure out what was wrong till she saw one of them mouth "mutation" she froze, slowly looking up at it. It felt like it was staring back, mutations just meant they had different aspects to them the species didnt, the issue here is everyone in the area knew this one, stories of it had been left on the community board the groups used to communicate, this was Roc. She tried to take a step back, clicking to try and throw it off, instead being picking up between it's talons and brought to it's face "you humans outdid yourself this time, i almost thought you a pup" she paled, her heart rate jumping as she tried to pry his hand off, afraid the others would swarm hearing that. Her struggles only getting a chuckle in response "my kin dont understand english, they just hear weird noises" he sneered, putting her down "so i suggest you run along before i decide you arent THAT interesting" he started to walk off, dragging his tail a little. She glanced at her teammates frantically beckoning her to leave before instead going over and pulling some hair out of his tail. The boys paled, already prepared for the worse, ready to post they'd lost someone today. Roc turned around and snarled at her, holding her down under his claw, his cheeks a warm pink "what the hells was that?! Do you even know what you just did?!" She hesitantly nodded, struggling to get her arm free, but when she did she ripped out some of her own hair and offered it. He sniffed at it before getting off, a growl escaping him, it sounded more embarrassed than angry as he stormed off instead of ending her. She hurried back to the others, smiling brightly "i'd call that a success" John slapped her in the back of the head "dont. Flirt. With. Predators." She winced rubbing her head, following them as they headed back to camp.

Over the next few months she kept visiting, reporting her findings on the board, noticing strange notes claiming the board wasnt safe anymore. She came to find out why when she came to check it one evening, getting tackled by a clawed hand 2x her size. She was probably the worse one to get caught, not panicking when brought up to the grey speckled muzzle to be sniffed, a long and tired huff escaping the larger creature "you know one of these days i'll actually eat you" she gave a little shrugged "kay" he seemed annoyed at this, putting her down "what are you even doing here, why are you all here, it reeks of human all over" she glanced at the board, that was a flaw, they all left trails home "it's where we share information, mostly stories about you" he did that weird blush again, she liked it, it was cute "they take a note and pin it here and we get the info by coming" he leaned close to sniff the board "fascinating... Can you read me some?" She hesitated, going over to the board "food found over near old creek road, will share. The Roc is approaching Junker city, if anyone can lead it away. Nesting season is coming prepare to collect egg shells" he wrinkled his snout "why collect eggs" she shrugged "smell like you" after about an hour he grew bored, quietly thanking her before just slinking off, she was hurt he just left but that didnt matter, he didnt seem to care about that.

Spring came quickly, humans gathering egg shells when the nest were unattended, including Nora's group. They'd sent her alone since the hide was tailored to her size. She'd assumed it'd still work, gathering up chunks of shell, marching along through the nests, that is until she noticed they seemed to be "staring" more than usual. She waited for one of the females to approach her again, sticking her arm out for it to smell, yah that'd be -CRK- it bit into her arm, she could feel the teeth scraping against her bone as she tried to pull her arm away, dropping her egg shells. What- how- she got her arm free when it tried adjusting it's grip, trying to run, she could hear it roaring to alert others of the nest intrusion. She felt dizzy as the wound bled, it was deeper than was safe, she needed to find somewhere to wrap it. She looked back to check if she was being followed, so focused on the swarm she didn't notice the one in front of her until it was too late, the massive jaws scooping her up like a pup. She tried to protect her good arm, all of her except for her legs engulfed within the beast, trying to pry her fingers between its teeth to get it to let go. The teeth moved, but her relief was short lived as they simply let go, gravity doing the rest. Her head hit the soft palette at the back of his mouth, already soaked in saliva she was pretty easy to slide around, she was trying to get her bearings before the ground disappeared from under her, she didn't even have time to yelp as the muscles opened up and swallowed her. It was so tight she thought she'd suffocate before anything, pushing and kicking as tears clouded her eyes, this wasn't supposed to happen. She was pushed into a smaller chamber, it wasn't as tight at least but it still didn't give her much room. She whimpered, her whole body aching as she slowly gave up, not sure if the moisture on her cheeks was her own tears or just the digestive enzymes surrounding her. A gentle purr rocking the walls against her "i told you i'd eat you one day" the words echoed around her, she let out a little sniffle "wh- Roc?" She waited for a response, scared her mind was playing tricks on her "of course, who else would eat something as trashy as you" he wasnt good at jokes, hoping they did ease her mind though. She pressed her face into the wall, whimpering "you big idiot" he pressed back from the outside "that's not what you call someone who rescued you" she chuckled, trying not to choke on her own tears. He rubbed his sternum ".... I didnt eat you ok... You're in my crop?" She nodded a little "o-ok" he heaitated before speaking again "you're safe, i promise" she laughed again, just overwhelmed "i know"

[sammyloomis]

actually im not done about this

this is literally verbatim what tyreen says at the pyre of stars and i want you to read it and tell me this is a) someone who hated their brother and only saw him as a means to an end or b) someone who is making calm rational non-self destructive descisions after the death of said brother

“When Troy and I were kids, we’d stare up at the night sky and dream of becoming stars. The brightest in the galaxy, Troy always said. So we left this place behind. Went to Pandora to become Vault Hunters ourselves. We’d open the Vault of Vaults and become the biggest stars in the galaxy. They seem so small now, our dreams. Not befitting a god. Now I’m gonna devour every last star in the universe, one by one. Until nothing shines but me.”

also, through the whole next cutscene, tyreen keeps saying stuff like “you kept us here” and *the universe should have been ours” like shes STILL including troy even though hes dead

from the point troy dies right until the end of the game, every time tyreen calls to taunt you she not only sounds more distant and tired, but actively malicious too. previously, when troy was there and adding to it, it felt almost fun and goofy, but after that shes very clearly lost whatever fun she got out of this, now shes simply out for blood and is going to take everyone down with her

actually, the more i think about it, the more i feel like she starts acting more like troy after he gets mayas powers

like, after he kills her and gains something that puts him on par with his sister, not only is he more outgoing and making rash descisions, but he even outright tells you that tyreen thinks this is all just a game but he wants to kill you right there and then so the raiders arent meddling as much

tyreen thinks the vault hunters attacking them is a fun thing to raise viewer count, troy thinks they should eliminate the threat while they still can, troy dies, and suddenly tyreen isnt joking anymore

but anyway, tldr, the calypsos care abt each other v much albeit in weird and unhealthy ways, theyre far more interesting than jack ever was, and people who woobify troy while condemning tyreen for the exact same thing should take a good hard look at that mentality

and to anyone who would be like “uh well if you listen to this echo log you can clearly tell tyreens manipulating troy” blah blah blah, actions speak louder than words and i hope ive explained why tyreens actions (and also words) after troys death show that she cared about him very much

[scifriskyxy]

The reason we dont have a culture anymore is because the lgbtq,feminist, black lives matter movement, the me too movement the destruction of the family unit, the destruction of friendships,gate keepers

The fact that people get angry at the american flag,the people that get angry at it, destroyed the american culture. Those are the people ,the people who protest on japans culture, those are the people that have destroyed our society, they are a mix of americans and immigrants, the people we call tourist where the ones that destroyed us, the rich snobs ,those who act rich,the children that are spoiled rotten desytoyed us ,the parents that said "i wont do what my dad did" the people that want to stop the generational trauma altogether,in some ways thats great but however trauma teaches us, it humbles us it warns us on whats dangerous

The MOCKING of christianity is the disrespect,the lack of chivalrous men,the stock piling of wealth ,the lack of proper justice, the men and women that trap their spouse into paying for a child that for men likely isnt theirs and so much more

A culmination of all these things

The only actual culture left are the hillbillies, the florida man , the motorcycle gangs,rednecks

These people, as far as i can tell, are one of the few people left with the american spirit , with a culture that survives being named and will survive persecution. Why? Because a lot of these people are veteran alot of these people fought for our countries they know what america means

How did this start? You wonder,well

For me as far as i can tell it started when americans began to call themselves african american it started with slurs it moved to women more and more leaving the home life ,it began with trends that didnt unify us it began with trends that divided us

I do not know how my home land my borinquen is today...i had to leave it due to reasons outside of my control, but when i was there ,there was unity, there was love there was respect ,it wasnt always the best

I could join in the fun myself due to being isolated in an apartment looking down at the happenings i still watch from phisical isolation. Now that i am on the ground, i am in america. All i see is a desolate desert

Dull colors, vast open roads, ghosts whispers of a past that was slowly bit by bit torn to shreds all thats left ,is drugs,sex endless rants, whimps that cry victim, people that blindly trust blindly blame blame blame,conspiracy theories and people divided glaring at eachother,endless secrets and a rabbit hole of depravity that doesnt end...it feels like the pits of hell and its gates are opening

People see it but do nothing because it 'not their problem

Im scared... I do not know what i can do. We've tried everything, and things aren't changing fast enough if things dont change FOR the better ,the monsters ,the predators amongst us the inhuman people amongst us the most deprived twisted beings that are being protected that we arent allowed to harm will harm us we cant protect ourselves,the children are being raised and born to be worse than the last generation

What can we do?

We can't do anything because we suffer from a cycle. Many places have managed to slow the cycle down,we are being fought over by two sides, and we do not know ,i do not know the reason but we are seen as a comodity for whatever reason ,is it our souls? Is it our attention? We never had a choice. We were never given one WE, who never had a voice

What would you choose ,Satan or god

It's a red herring... or so it feels like it to me,

It's either god or suffer,come to me, my child, or be destroyed ,blindly trust me child or suffer,we never had a choice jesus made that choice for us,one man one person made the choice for an unfathomable amount of lives ,hes the king hes all...and what are we?...he says we are kings and queens but are we? I stare at the angels. Did they have a choice? I look at the Bible, and i stare up at the stars , i yearn to be free, we are so close to it...and we are being struck down by something we can't comprehend something all powerful, something we cannot fight against no matter how hard we try,something we cannot escape from even in death

So many people silenced blindly trusting and distrusting

I wish deeply to ask jesus a question

Why does he blindly believe a father that was never there for him, a father that technically assaulted his mother that tained something so sacrilegious as a marriage? I understand why he didn't choose to side with Satan, but why, God, when he had a choice, a choice never said, choose neither... and choose everyone

I know my questions will land me in hell, all I hope i figure out my own way out somehow sometimes you must ask for help I know but sometimes that help comes with a price

All I want... all I crave is freedom ,no hellish jail, no collar and chain,no strings, no judgment

Why... do I crave this so badly that my body has goosebumps

I crave to create. I crave to explore the abyss of the cosmos I crave to learn,I CRAVE THE TRUTH

The more I look up, the more that dream is fading the more I see what God has done... the more I see dead or dying stars devastated planets ...has it always been this way? Or is this God's doing

If there's a father... where is the mother... who is the mother? There must be a mother out there, right?

I may be scared... but I must keep moving. I can not stop. I MUST break through no matter how much pain and how much suffering I must stay determined. I do not want to fight. All I want is freedom. Hurting someone is the last thing I want to do, so I place a shield upon myself. What color will it be? I do not know. I do not care. All colors are beautiful, hope, and love where given to me I will not allow God to take it away a gift is a gift after all and I accept your gift you shouldn't be expecting anything in return perhaps one day I'll be able to give back

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Just Believe

[agentgreenbean]

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#4

the name's molecule. molly, for short. my parents named me that because i'm one fucking inch tall, and i spent my whole life fighting that reputation. but now i'm the best damn formula 1 racer in the country. and by god, will i save the president

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#3

imagine you're just in your house painting another identical ominous elevator hallway painting (average normal activity) and then you're suddenly on some random doorstep of a lumon employee and you have apparently been screaming their name and pounding on the door. would that be fucked up or what

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A list of all the cool Severance-related links that I've found so far:

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[13dps]

i always used to wonder why razs grandfather was in the meat circus considering hes never explicitely mentioned in game before (?) so he was just a cool haunt factor of the meat circus to me but now after the li-po doc its like well to what EXTENT did all of the kids learn of their history with the watercurses did they literally tell them he went out in a bloodbath battle with the galochios.. i really love how much more gritty the curse was in 05.. also i know most set up conflicts got a lot more smoothed over in pn2 or just the epilogue of 05 like with augustus appearing and being like im just a dad worried for my son :( which i dont HATE to be clear. i think its overall more cute/ nice to have him wanting to be the best father he can be while having lived through so much trauma ( take the 'he saw the rest of his entire family drowned, eaten, washed out to sea, boiled or otherwise destroyed by water' ) but id also like to believe his fear of this curse was very real and so drove him to act erratic in panic over simply not wanting his family to die.. water curse youre such a star to ME. i dont care at all that the second game killed you in 2 minutes .. i just realised all points about augustus arent even canon anymore bc of pn2s handling of the curse um.. stares dejectedly

wrote an entire thinkpiece on how augustus was completely understandably afraid of the watercurse and how the entire curse running back to his father and the bloodshed and death he saw happen because of the curse and then i realised it all got retconned in psychonauts 2 .... i love you grim and actually deadly watercurse.. i wish they wouldve doubled down on you me and watercurse forever

[im-not-a-simp-i-swear]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a headcanon on the Brothers where it is raining in the Devildom and the MC (gender neutral if you feel more comfortable about it) starts singing "Singing in the Rain"- you know, that song from the hit movie musical? MC even starts doing the choreography as the boys are watching. I am already imagining MC getting mixed reactions.

MC SINGING IN THE RAIN

You were just walking back to the house of lamentation after a long day at RAD with you're favorite boi. Even though today felt eternal you were happy to be walking back home with your favoeite demon, and he is also happy to be walking home with you.

You two are just talking about stuff when suddenly... it starts to rain... "oh no MC here let me-" before you even let them finish you grab the umbrella from their hand and then you started to walk away from them.

💙LUCIFER

- "MC where are you going? Open the umbrella, MC!"

- will watch upset as he gets wet and as you dance and sing in the rain.

- yeah sure its cute seeing you recreate this scene from the musical but he really isnt so concentrated on that but more on trying to get you to pass him the umbrella

- "MC please its cold-"

- "🎶SINGING IN THE RAIN🎶"

- "MC!"

- by the time you finish the choreography you two are a wet mess, and boy oh boy is he pissed about it

- "...thanks MC that was nice now lets hope neither of us get sick"

- now lets hope he doesnt hand you like a piece of clothing that just came out of the washing machine from you not opening the umbrella when he asked you to do so

💛MAMMON

- "oi! MC! What do you think you are doing!?"

- will proceed to watch in both amazement and annoyance as you bust a move in the rain

- "MC this is nice and all but cant i at least have the umbrella?"

- "MC CANT YOU SEE THE GREAT MAMMON IS GETTING WET OVER HERE PASS ME THE DAM-"

- slowly starts to get more and more annoyed by the fact that he is getting wet.

- will start running towards you to try to get the umbrella from your hands

- will end up being dragged by you to follow your steps

- even though it seems that he ends up getting in the mood like you he will quickly snap out of the trance and grab the umbrella to open it once you two finish dancing

- "great job MC now we both are wet"

- " yeah but you seemed to enjoy it"

- " yea- well- that isnt THE POINT-"

- now he nervous

🧡LEVIATHAN

- great. Today. When he had came to RAD for a meeting. It just HAD to start raining huh?

- well at least he came prepared-

- " MC why did you take my umbrel- MC please its getting heavy!"

- watches confused as you starting singing

- the more attention he pays to what you are saying however the more he thinks its either from a musical or for someone

- he wont complain anymore and will just stand under a treee and under a store or something as you finish your moment

- dont be surprised if he starts to get embarresed or even jealous who knows by the people watching you

- " wow MC that was so nice, can we get home now?"

- you'll hand him the umbrella and you two will walk home as you hum the tune

💚SATAN

- not only will he recognize what scene it is that you are recreating but he will join you

-" im singing in the rain~"

- "just singing in the rain~"

- "what are glorious feeling~"

- " im happy again~"

- he wont even notice how wet he is getting from the rain while he is dancing with you

- if he notices anyone starring he'll just give them an ugly look and continue dancing with you

- its only when it starts to get really cold and that he notices that he is soaked that he'll try to stop you from continuing

- " that was fun, but do you know what will be even more fun MC?"

- " what?"

- "lucifer's reaction when he sees how wet we'll get the house once we enter" he answers while giving a mischevious smile

- will happily get dry with you (whether its at the fireplace or by hand or whatever) after getting scolded by lucifer for getting wet

💖ASMODEUS

- "MC where are you going with that umbrella? I need it or else i'll get soaked and my hair-"

- is probably the grumpiest after lucifer forgetting wet

- dont misinterpretate him, he loves seeing you dancing and singing in the rain but he isnt really fond of getting wet

- "MC you arent even using the umbrella..."

- will stand under a tree or under the roof of a store too if you dont hand him the umbrella and pout at you for it

- " this isnt very attractive of you MC, im getting wet and its cold"

- he is the one that just might get sick from this from all of the 7 brothers

- once you are done he will grab the umbrella from your hands and open it while telling you that you could get sick

- oh the horror that will arrive for him....

❤BEELZEBUB

- will stare confused when you take the umbrella from him and start recreating that scene

- "MC?" He'll try to get your attention but will end up staying silent as you start singing

- will literally just watch where he is standing, he doesnt really mind getting wet and is quite interested in seeing you singing and dancing

- he doesnt even realize he too is getting wet

- the only reason he grabbed the umbrella actually was so that you didnt get wet, however he now velieves you enjoy the rain

- will clap at you once you are done

- he is however more worried that you'll get sick than both of you getting wet.

- will happily help you get dry once back at the HoL

- "are you sure you dont want anything to warm up MC?" He'll offer you hot cocoa or something warm to drink if you end up too cold

💜BELHEGOR

- so basically one of the few days where he gathers the strenght to stay awake for most of the day is when probably the nicest of raining arrives for probably one of the nicest naps ever?

- now not only is he mad that he needs to make it home FIRST to sleep but now he is getting wet becuaseyou took the umbrella

- "mc... im tireeeeeeed..." he'll whine

- dont be surprised if you find him sleeping under the roof of some random building or even inside some shop sleeping because he wasnt going to wait and watch

- if he does end up watching however then he will just stand under somewhere where he wont get wet and clap for you once youre done withthe act

- either way he is still going to end up asleep by the end of today

- "nice moves MC, but im tired now so can we please get home quickly"

[sirisuorionblack]

Could you please write a sirius x ravenclaw! reader who has dyslexia and struggles a lot with studying but tries to hide it until it becomes overwhelming. After a fight they eventually have to tell sirius that they aren't the typical ravenclaw perfect student, scared that he won't love them anymore etc. I hope that makes sense! Thank you~ 💙

His perfect Ravenclaw

Sirius Black x Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary - A little something that you have been hiding from the love of your life had come tumbling your lips in one heated argument and you were quite surprised at the reaction.

Warnings - Nothing that I know of but if you find any let me know!

A/N Hello! I loved writing this so much! And I hope it turned out the way you wanted!

You groaned, sliding the thick potions book away from you. Leaning back on your chair, you stared at the ceiling of the library, there were ancient designs on it, each of them more beautiful than the other. It was a calming sight for you now that you have looked up from the dancing letters. Dyslexia. How much you hated it.

Perhaps, the hat found it enjoyable to play with your life, there could be no other reason (or so you thought) for sorting you into Ravenclaw, where students are always known to be intelligent and studious. Your N.E.W.Ts were approaching and you were more than disappointed in yourself when you had skipped classes, those were the only way you could get something inside your brain, however, it was fun being with Sirius Black - your beloved boyfriend. Now, that was another joke the fates played on you, throwing that perfect boy into your chaotic life.

You sighed, maybe, just maybe it would be a good idea if you told him you had dyslexia and by some miracle, he could do something about it. You scoffed, he would leave you the moment he knew you weren’t the perfect Ravenclaw.

“Puppy!” You heard Sirius voice filled with relief and exasperation as he came running to the secluded aisle you were sitting in. “I’ve been searching for you the whole castle and here you are!”

You stood up and looked at him confused, “Why were you looking for me?'“

Sirius was looking at you like he had seen a ghost, blinking as though he was trying to comprehend what was happening, “We-we were-y-you told me you would meet me in the Astronomy Tower,”

You felt the breath leave your lungs as the realisation hit you hard. You were supposed to meet him in the astronomy tower at 6:30 and it was almost 9 now, “Sirius, I am so so so sor-”

“You forgot?” Sirius asked, he looked like a lost puppy. Scared and broken. His grey eyes that usually sparkled with love when he saw you were now a cluster of emotions you had never seen them with - Anger, disappointment and…betrayal.

“Sirius, I am so sorry! Please, please,” You pleaded.

Sirius looked behind you and chuckled humourlessly, “You were studying, weren’t you? Always the perfect Ravenclaw,” he shook his head turning around to leave, not hearing a word from you.

“Sirius,” You rushed after him, “Just-just let me explain, please,”

He gritted his teeth, running a hair through his silky raven hair, “You forgot, puppy, you forgot it, you forgot me. I was waiting there like a fool, thinking that I know you and you would come in five minutes and you never did. You know, after that I was roaming the whole school looking like a maniac, searching for you like stupid because I thought something bad happened to you and-!”

“Mr Black!” Madam Pince hissed. She seemed to have come around the corner after hearing a “noise”, “Both of you, keep quiet,”

“No, Madam Pince, why trouble for you,” He never looked at you, never in your eyes, “I will leave,”

His long strides helped him leave the library within minutes while you had to rush behind him after collecting your belongings, throwing your robes over your shoulder.

When you stepped out of the library there was no one but you, no trail of a boy to ever walk down the corridor. Obviously, you couldn’t be that late, you had completely missed him, that was just nonsense unless he was some sort of a shape-shifting human, which basically is an animagus-

You groaned loudly, clutching your ears as though it was going to block all the thoughts, curling yourself slightly.

“Um, (L/N)?” You heard someone call. You looked up to see Remus and Lily looking at you concernedly. Great, a cherry on top of an already amazing day.

“Are you alright?” Lily asked, looking at you bewildered.

“Never mind about me,” You mumbled, walking past them to…Merlin knows where. Oh, wait!

“Remus!” You turned around, and the said boy turned to look at you, “Did you see Sirius?”

“Uh,” He looked around, “No, why? You guys were supposed to meet, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” You gulped, “Can you tell me if you see him?”

“Is everything alright?” Lily asked.

“I-not exactly,” You mumbled, shifting from one foot to other.

“Oh, dear," Lily sighed, sympathetically, like how a mother would, “we will send him to you when we see him. But you get back to your common room, alright?”

“Uh,” you looked at Remus who chuckled and said, “We will send him to Black lake. But promise you will stay safe, don’t want a furious Sirius running around Hogwarts, do we now?”

You smiled happily, “Thanks and promise!” Before you left to the black lake you could see Lily hitting Remus’ arm and mumbling something.

You waited, hoping Sirius would show up, trusting Remus and Lily’s words, believing he would come like he did for you but this time he did come even if it was almost after 30 minutes of waiting.

“That bloody idiot,” Sirius came, shaking his head like a wet dog.

“Sirius,” You scrambled to your feet.

“What did you want to say to me?” he asked, not smiling, not looking at you.

Your smile fell watching his expression, “I just wanted to say sorry,”

He scoffed, “It’s OK, of course, I mean, I should have known - you are the perfect Ravenclaw, arent you?”

“No, I am not!” You yelled suddenly and after so long he looked at you, it seemed as though he had been crying, “I am not your perfect Ravenclaw! I am not perfect and I am so not fit for being a Ravenclaw, at all!”

You wiped the tears that seemed to have leaked out of your eyes, angrily. Now, you looked away from his prying eyes and chuckled with no emotion, “That’s right, I don’t know why I was sorted into Ravenclaw! It was a mistake a total, stupid mistake! Why would it even put me - a dyslexic moron - in Ravenclaw!?”

You gasped, you said it, you said you had dyslexia to him. You couldn’t do anything, anymore. It all has to come to an end, after all. You dared to take a glance at Sirius who was looking thoroughly surprised, his chest rising and dropping rapidly.

“That’s right, yeah,” you said, bitterly, “I have dyslexia, I am not your perfect Ravenclaw anymore so you can gladly leave me now,”

“Your such an idiot, indeed!” he yelled, startling you. “As if you not being the perfect Ravenclaw is gonna make me leave you. Who do you think I am!?”

He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a deep, ragged breath, trying to calm himself.

He slowly walked towards you until you were barely a foot apart. He took your hands in his, holding them delicately yet tightly allowing the warmth to pass through your connected hands. His eyes were looking intently and apologetically into you all the while his scrunched forehead showed how much he was disappointed in himself, as though he had done a grave mistake.

“Darling, it doesn’t matter to me if you arent the perfect Ravenclaw,” he chuckled, “Do you not know me? I was expected to be a Slytherin, the perfect Black and I am not, yet you love me, don’t you?”

He kissed your hand, “It’s you who I love, it’s (Y/N) (L/N) that I love. And who dare say it was a mistake to sort you in Ravenclaw? It wasn’t a mistake, it could never be. It doesn’t matter if you find it difficult to read, books don’t determine how clever you are, its situations that do and I have found in more than one instance how clever my love is,”

“Oh, puppy,” he sighed, as his hands left yours, instead of cupping your cheeks as you watched him with tear-filled eyes, “You could have told me before, I would have done something,”

You placed your own hands on top of his, “What could you possibly do?”

He chuckled and flicked your forehead lightly, “Don’t underestimate me, puppy. I would bring the stars down if that’s what you want,”

You shook your head, your body acting on its own, leaned closer to him, “Just never leave me,”

Sirius smiled softly, leaning up to press his lips to your forehead, he mumbled against it, “And love you till the end of our lives, no matter what,”

You sighed in relief, feeling all the weight on your shoulder disappearing as you melted in his arms. The two of you let a stray tear escaped your eyes as the embrace filled with love, tightened.

Sirius Black loved you. And you loved him. That was all needed

[tomdiddlyumptious]

T.H| Just Hurry up Please

summary: honestly coochie be bangin

warnings: shaving? A very talkative thomas and a pregnant women

a/n: i just read back in my messages and i swear these people lift me up so much, i love all of you who keep giving me complements and etc, i love all of you honestly.

“THOMASSS!” you yelled from the room, currently seven weeks pregnant and craving fruit snacks and mini Oreo packs, it made him confused and ask why the mini packs if they all taste the same, they simply do not. 

“yes darling!” he got up and walked to the room, you sighed and lifted yourself up to the headboard before speaking. “i need you to do me a huge favor” 

“if you want me to get you food it isnt a favor” he gently laughed before leaning against the door with his arms crossed. “no i need you to shave me” you simply said and his face dropped. “as innnnnnnn?” he took his hand and pointed south, “if you dont wanna do it you dont have to!-”

“nonononnono wheres the razor” he asked, quickly walking into the bathroom and looking on the counters and in the shower “its uhhhhh-” you snapped your fingers three times “its in the drawer nearest to the right wall!” you said and he nodded, walking to the wall and opening the drawer. “no these are where the towels are!- wait nevermind i went to the wrong wall” he rolled his eyes at his stupidity and went to the other wall, bending down and opening the drawer revealing all of your feminine products but he only grabbed the pack and opened it. taking one out and exiting the bathroom and coming back to you.

“i havent shaved in three months tom, its gonna get complicated down there” you warned him and only chuckled “oh im sure i know everything about heavens” “did you just call my vagina heavens?” “yeah?” you cringed at him before telling him to grab a towel, non scented soap, a squirt bottle and a plastic cup of water, plus a pair of scissors and a little small toothed comb.

“im not giving surgery, right?” he asked, looking at the small table that he set everything on. “you- shut up” you pointed at him before laying down. your pants are off and the two towels, your sitting on them. tom pushed the blankets to his side of the bed so the main focus is you. “alright, get in position”

“position?” tom asked, looking away confused. “As if your, gonna, ya know!” “ohhhhh” he separated your legs and laid on the bed, eye level with your clothed hood. 

“are you ready?” “yes y/n” “pull them off” tom hasnt looked their in what felt like years. so he was excited and eager to pull them off, but when he did his face stood in shock “thomas, stop. your pissing me off” “sorry i didnt expect id be in the jungle” he spaced off, looking up at you as you gave...that look. 

“whats the next step please!” “take the comb and the scissors please” you said, watching as he nodded and reached his arm over and grabbed the items. “you are going to give me a trim, okay?” his jaw dropped at your words “a...trim?”.

you sighed as you let your head rest on the pillow “i swear im not having sex with him ever again” you whispered “WAIT WHAT??? NONONONONONO IM GIVING YOU A TRIM” he quickly got to work, combing through the hairs before cutting them neatly, his tongue poking out the side of his lips as he tried all of the different ways. “Stop playin!” you yelled and he glared at you “your gonna make me stab you on accident!” “mhmm, accident you say?” he rolled his eyes and chuckled before cut more.

“so how do i clean this up?” “did you get the inside?” his eyes widened. “You grow hair inside-” “no tom we dont, move the lips” you ordered, looking as he moved your lip to the side “this is so strange” he muttered to himself, “be careful, i swear if you hurt me-” “i wont!” he took his other hand and replaced his current one pushing the lip away and took the scissors to carefully cut the hairs before repeating on the other side. 

“take the soap and use the water to lather it up” you said and he followed, he lathered it up before placing it down. “okay now spread it on there” “like in between?” “no no, just above it” he placed the soap on the skin, the soft hairs against his hand as he rubbed it in, small circles all over. “open them more please” he said, and you followed. he got your bikini line “now the razor” 

he picked it up “im scared y/n” “your doing good tom, just do swipes, go up then down, then to the side” “alright, i think i got that” he sighed, “and pull my stomach up!” “what?” “push the skin up” you took his free and used it to push up your stomach skin. “like that, okay?” “alright” he groaned before swiping gently up, he did it but avoided one place.

“god damn” he talked to his self, using the squirt bottle to rinse away the hair. “i feel like i should get an award, how ling have we been here for?” “about an hour” “AN HOUR? y/n im not ever doin this again, i can barely see” “keep talking shit” “shit atleast im being honest babe, i feel like i just gained 300 worth of muscle trying to shave this thing” “alright imma fuck you up” “im just sayin” he shrugged, dramatically wiping his forehead while you just starred at him. 

“im telling my kids they father was a very lazy man” “i get up like 78 times a day just to get YOU food, whos lazy?” he said, biting his tongue as he got the bikini line. “exactly, so be quiet before i bite it” “bite what?” your eyebrows furrowed. “oh you know exactly what im talking about, now let me focus”

when he was done he helped you in the shower, rinsing off all the hair he  couldnt get and you looked in the mirror “really? a land strip?” you said, both starring at the line of hair. “yeah i thought we could get matching ones” he shrugged. “you want me to do yours?” you asked looking at him and he nodded. “it shouldnt take an hour....right?” “uhmmmm no” 

“AHHH” he screamed. “WHAT THE FUCK?” you giggled at his yelling. “sorry! but we gotta get this done!” “why the wax? why not the fucking razor?” he yelled in lowercase, you only shrugged before pulling the other side some and he screamed at the top of his lungs. “NO STOP IM NOT DOING IT ANYMORE” he pushed your hand away “tom its the last one...pleaseeee!” you begged, looking at the strip. “i gain all sex privileges back then, deal?” you dramatically thought about it before he smacked his lips and slapped your hand away “ALRIGHT ALRIGHT-” you quickly pulled the paper off and he screamed again. “OHHHH MY FUCKINGGGG GODDD Y/N” he starred at you while you tried to hold in your laughs. “it looks pretty” you choked out before you broke out laughing him still starring at you. “i have to put on some oil first!” picking up the tea tree oil and rubbing it on your finger tips before putting it on him, a sigh of relief leaving his lips as he tilted his head back.

“see! all happy a good now arent cha?” you giggled. “im never doing that again, y/n” “lets go look!” you took his hand and pulled him back into the bathroom, you both stood in silence as you tried posing, his area still slightly red as his penis was just in the air, sitting there. “yeah never again, period” “since when do you say period, thomas?” “since you waxed off my skin” “it was your idea!” “and i regret every minute of it, its only gonna grow back” you glared at him as he gave you a blank stare. “just put on your clothes” “exactly what i was about to say!” 

[otome-translation]

Hiiro no Kakera Part 2

It was a dark and deep emotion that seemed to suck me in when I stared at them.

For some reason I though I was being taken away.

These words burned into my head.

I didn’t think anything about it.

My legs started to move on their own. I run as fast as I can to get back the way I came from. However… However the three creatures from the road came slowly to me. They stretched out their large, eerie hands while approaching me. Like that… I gasped. My head got dizzy and my vision went white for a moment. For a moment I think that if only I hadn’t chased after that mysterious creature. What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?! I looked around at the roadless woods. At that moment My hand was grabbed with a strong grib. Even when I tried to shake it off, it didn’t move. I can clearly hear my hear pounding. Caught. I got caught. ??? [You can’t do that.]

The moment I was about to let out a scream, my mouth was sealed. I was lifted up and made to forward. The boy looked as old as I am. He puts his mouth towards my ear and whispers. ??? [Don’t be upset. If you make a fuss, it will get noisy here.] Normally I would feel embarrassment over this overly familiar gestic. But in this kind of situation, it didn’t come to my mind. I have no idea what’s going on here. ??? [You’re from Tamayori’s blood, arent you? I was sent by Baba-san]

Tamayori, at this words my thoughts stopped for a moment.

I felt my heart pounding loudly.

I wonder, where have I heard that word before? But now is not the time to get distracted by such words. While the boy was saying such things, the strange jelly creatures are approaching little by little.

My mind goes blank. I don’t know what is going on anymore.

I forcibly removed his hands. MC [What is going on? Who the hell are you?]

??? [Be quiet] He had a strange bill-like object in his hand, which he pressed into mine.

??? [They are persistant. I don’t want to cause trouble. Plus, I’m not good with spells.]

Thats not an explanation at all.

MC [Eh? What? Spells? What are you talking about…]

??? [This is Baba-sama’s special creation. You can skip a lot of preparation and complete the spell in a short time. You are already holding it.]

MC [Huh?] ??? [Do you want to be taken away to the end of the everlasting world?] [Be taken away] Those words are burned into my head.

I have no idea what you are talking about.

I didn’t understand him at all. But I’m sure that [being taken away] is probably not a good thing.

Thats why.

??? [Be prepared] MC [What!]

My teeth started to chatter. My body shakes so much that It’s hard to stand.

??? [Okay, listen to me]

The jelly creatures are slowly approaching us.

I’m confused, but I nod. I don’t know if I can really rely on him, but for now I don’t have a choice but to leave it to this person for now.

Now that I was faced with something so unrealistic as a flying jelly creature. The little bit of unreality didn’t brother me at all anymore.

Anyway, we have to do something about this place.

??? [Repeat. Heaven for my father, earth for my mother, in the midst of the land.]

Little by little the jelly creatures are approaching us.

He is the only one I can rely on at the moment. Without knowing why, I continued chanting after his voice.

??? [South Star. Nord Star.]

He mutters those words. In a tense filled voice he says so calmly, rather then shouting.

I have no idea what he is talking about. Nontheless, I repeat his words.

I could feel a strange power inside my body.

It was even strange for me.

It rides in the blood and travels through the body, which eventually concentrates in the hand that holds into the bill-like object.

To awaken new, unused senses.

??? [Sandai. Gyoukujo. Left Blue Dragon, Right white tiger, Front Vermilion Bird, Back Xuanwu, Deputies]

I heared his strained voice. If we fail, its over, that’s what the voice is telling me.

His nervousness is contagious. The word he said earlier about [taken away] is running through my head.

My body feels hot. I wonder what’s going on.

The jelly creatures hand is now right in front of me.

It’s only a few milimetres away before it will touch my face.

Suddenly the word [taken] pops up in my mind.

Taken away.

Be taken away.

I clung to his arms, strong hands holding me tightly as I responded.

He mutters in a low voice.

??? [Calm down. It’s fine. I’m here.]

These magical words, somehow calmed down my mind.

MC [What should I do?] Taking a deep breath, I asked.

??? [Stang up and chant.]

Following him, I recited the words.

Suddenly the note in my hand started to glow red.

In an instant, many things happened. The strength drained from my whole body. I felt as if my body was something very heavy and I almost collapsed on the spot.

He supported my body.

The color started to disappeared from the surrounding space and the note was gone.

Everything in sight now turned red.

The jelly creatures have stopped.

Not only that. I can not even hear anything. The chirping of birds, the sound of insects and the sound of the leaves in the wind has stopped.

MC […What is going on?]

It is like time has stopped.

Anyway, it seems like the immediate danger has now passed.

Today alot of unexplainable things are happening in front of me.

Suddenly ‘I realised that I was being held in the mens arms. I panicked and tried to pull myself away, but-

The man was hugging me tightly, which I found somewhat nostalgic, along with being embarrassed.

??? [Don’t dawdle. Now’s the time.]

I don’t even have time to reply.

He forcefully grabbed my arm and jumped past the jelly creatures.

He run down the mountain road at a great speed. The wind is blowing at me and the wind that hits my face is painful.

The moment I got out of the mountain road and returned to the bus stop, the red would instantly disappears.

The sound of the birds, insects, the rustling of trees and the sound of the wind all returned.

I was surprised and speechless. I felt like I had returned to my original world.

… This world is good. I was saved. Thats what crossed my mind.

MC […na, na]

My body starts shivering, even though I’m not cold. There was so much I didn’t understand. Relief and the fear I had felt earlier hit me all at once.

??? [Were you scared?]

There seemed to be a slight, gentle ring to the way he said it, which somehow made me very angry.

I think, I just wanted to get mad at someone.

… And he hugged me earlier.

That embarrassment also made me end up shouting.

MC [Of course! What’s that!? What was that red color now? Who are you?]

I was scared. I wanted to start crying right now.

I think the only reason I didn’t do that was because I just wanted to appear to be strong for that person in front of me.

MC [What the hell is that!]

He looks at me a little surprised, then gives a small, I’m not sure if it’s a sigh of relief or ridicule.

??? [What’s your name?]

MC […[Name(1)m Name (2), but…]

??? [I’m Onizaki. Takuma Onizaki. I came by order of Baba-sama to guide you home.] The man, who called himself Takuma, looked at me and said so.

I thought he was a strange person.

While his eyes were full of confidence and had a strong glow, there was something like a strange loneliness behind them.

It calmed down the turmoiled a little bit inside of me.

…And if you do it right, you can’t help but think that it’s a little bit cool.

MC [What was that earlier? What did I do?]

Takuma [It’s a so called (Spirited Away). You were almost taken away. What you’ve done is a shortened version of the (blessing of self-protection).]

Takuma answered so, as if it were a matter of course.

Takuma [Do you understand?]

MC […not at all]

Takuma [I guess]

The man replied casually and stood up quickly.

Takuma [I will take you to Baba-Sama. Don’t let them take you again.]

After saying that, he walked away. Why is it, that the person who leads the way leaves me behind?

MC [Hey, wait! Baba-Sama, Baba-Sama, who the hell are you talking about?]

Takuma looked at me with a strange expression.

Takuma [Who’s your grandmother?]

I still didn’t understand what he was saying, but I wondered if this was the person my grandmother was talking about to pick me up.

Anyway, thanks to him, it seems to be true that I was able to get through some kind of crisis.

I though that this is the only thing that I have to be somehow grateful for.

MC [Hey. Tell me. What was that earlier?]

I desperately try to follow Takuma, who walks fast, while also carrying my heavy luggage.

It was not quiet. It was a bit noisy with all the sounds of birds and insects.

I felt that the noise was somewhat comfortable.

All around me are rice fields and only a few people can be seen. The sky is clear and high, which makes me a little happy.

But right now, I was much, much more concerned about the series of events that had just taken place, then being happy.

MC [Hey. Hey, can you hear me?　If you can hear me, answer me. What’s the matter with you, making a girl carry all that weight?]

… He is ignoring it.

I went to an all-girls’ school all my life, and it’s been a long time since I’ve talked to a boy one-on-one like this, so I’m a bit nervous.

With an angry look on his face, he just kept on walking.

I wish you would be a bit more considerate.

MC [Hey. Can you hear me? I’m carrying some heavy luggage here.]

Takuma [I can’t hear you. If you don’t want to carry so much stuff, why don’t you just mail it from the start?]

Takuma stopped and looked at me. Takuma’s shadow is reflected at an angle on the unpaved road.

MC [I know you can hear me]

I took a deep breath and unloaded my luggage.

MC […Oh, it’s so heavy]

Takuma [Are you tired?]

MC [Obviously]

Normally, I wouldn’t raise my voice over this.

But after all what happened like the notes and the strange spell-like thing I did earlier.

MC […somehow my body feels heavy]

Takuma slowly approached and picked up my luggage.

Takuma [I take it]

Before I could reply, Takuma suddenly started to carry my luggage.

I was a bit surprised by this unexpected behaviour. Until now, he never answered me when I said that.

Takuma […Even with the power of the notes, it might have been a bit harsh to suddenly us for an amateur.]

I felt that his voice contained a bit of kindness and for some reason I couldn’t reply.

MC [Hey. What was that earlier?]

Instead of saying thank you, I just repeated the question I already asked many times.

Takuma looked a bit annoyed, but he started to talk like he couldn’t help it.

Takuma [I told you it was (Spirited Away)]

MC [Spirited Away? Like the in an disappearance incident?]

Takuma [It will take you to the other side]

Takuma answered briefly.

MC [So, whats the other side?]

Takuma [It’s the world you just stuck your foot in.]

Some time ago.

Thinking back on it made my skin rush.

A Jelly creature floating in the air… That swaying outstretched hand.

MC [What about those strange creatures?]

Takuma [Weird creatures? No, that thing moves by a different rule then we do. Technically speaking they are not a living thing]

MC [Isn’t it a living thing?]

Takuma [That’s a Kami.]

MC [Kami?]

Takuma [..Oh I mean its a Kami. A God, you’ll understand]

Takuma [But unlike your idea of God, he’s everywhere]

MC [….I don’t know what God is, but]

Takuma scratched his head in frustration.

Takuma [I’m not good with this kind of lecture. It’s something I liketo entrust to Orochi-san]

MC […I have no idea what you are talking about]

As I was about to say that, I heard the faint sound of flowing water.

As I followed Takuma up the stairs, I saw the river.

It was a small river, but it shone in the sun. The wind was blowing lightly and the smell of autumn, which is getting deeper by the moment, was in the air around us

I remember this too. After all, I played a lot here.

If you walk along this bank for a while and then walk along a normal road, you will come to another mountain, and if you climb the stairs there, you will reach your grandmother’s house.

MC [.. Hey, what were you talking about? What do you mean, that was God?]

I asked Takuma, while half admiring the scenery.

Takuma [Have you ever heard of the word yaoyorozu no kami?]

Takuma [For example we have a river kami here, who guards the boundary.The kami from outside cannot come inside.]

MC [River Kami?]

Takuma [The bridge has a bridge kami, and the Jizo has a Jizo kami. Everything in the world has a god]

Takuma [So, don’t you think it’s only natural that there are some gods that do harm to humans?]

I’m feeling a little lost here.

… Honestly I can’t follow the conversation here.

If it hadn’t been for what happened earlier, I would have thought he was a big liar and that he was just having fun playing with me.

But after seeing these jelly creatures…

MC [That thing? It didn’t look like a god. It looked rather like a youkai]

Takuma [So that’s Kami-Sama and the monsters are Kami-Samas too]

MC [I don’t understand]

Takuma put his hand to his forehead and let out an annoyed voice

Takuma [I told you, I don’t like this kind of explanations. Get Baba-Sama to tell you]

He scratched his head, and then walked the rest of the way in silence, while I still tagged along.

I sighed, too, but somehow it made me laugh a bit, and I felt a bit less scared, even though I remembered what had happened earlier.

I was relieves that Takuma Onizaki, who helped me, is a human being with real human feelings.

After walking for a while and climbing up the stone steps, we finally arrived at the shrine.

I was going to ask Takuma a lot of questions along the way, but he seemed to be in a bad mood, so I kind of gave up on asking questions.

Since, grandma seems to know something, I thought it wouldn’t be a bad think to ask her.

The sun is warm and illuminates the shrine.

The whole area was surrounded by forest, there was nothing man-made except the shrine, and it felt like you were half out of the world of people.

I was a little, surprised to see people coming out of the precinct.

A man in a black suit suddenly appeared.

I think he is skinny, a bit hunched over and somewhat absend-minded.

Is it someone from the shrine? I give a small nod to a girl in kimono who comes out to accompany me.

??? Male [Well then, please give my best regard to Ugaya-San]

??? Female [Yes, sir.]

Girls bow their heads in a small but polite way.

It’s kind of special.

The man nodded once more and then slowly turned around and stares at me.

??? Male [Oh]

He said that and walked over here.

Takuma looked at the man a little suspiciously. The man seemed to notice this and gave a small wave.

??? Male [No,no, it’s okay. It’s okay I’m not doing anything.]

After saying that to Takuma he looked at me again.

???Male [Oh, you’re that one, right? Uguya-san’s granddaughter. Well if I remember correctly, your name is…]

MC [My name is Name(1) Name(2)]

??? Male [Right, that’s the name. Name(2)] Takuma […Who are you?]

??? Male [Me? I’m just a civil servant. My name is Masataka Ashiya. I work around here. I’m investigating shrines and temples]

A Civil servant. He kind of looks like that. Maybe he is someone from the village hall.

He looks at me and then opens his mouth amusingly.

Ashiya [Chumashou, Tsukasa’s complexion looks good. It’s good luck. It says ‘My long-cherished wish will come true’] #Sorry I can’t make much sense out of it at the moment.

MC [Eh? What is it?]

Ashiya [Oh, excuse me. My hobby is physiognomy]

He was trying to continue, but then reconsidered with a sly smile.

Ashiya [Well, my next job is waiting for me. I don’t seem to have much time to talk]

Ashiya-San said that with a sigh.

Ashiya [Well, I’ll see you again when I have a chance.]

Ashiya-San said that and left with a somewhat incomprehensible smile, in the direction we had come from.

MC […What a strange man]

I was somehow curious and stared at his back.

Takuma [He didn’t seem much like a dangerous guy]

Takuma said that and turned his face to the girl.

Takuma [That old man. Did he visit Baba-Sama?]

??? Female [Yeah, that’s right. Welcome home Onizaki-san]

In a clear, quiet voice she says that while giving a small smile.

….Hm.

Cute.

Even as a woman I think that she is pretty cute.

I feel like I lost here.

??? Female [This one?]

She looks at me and ask Takuma for confirmation.

Takuma [It’s Name(1) Name(2). It seemed like she arrived earlier than planned. I got caught up in a lot of trouble right away. I didn’t expect to suddenly go to the everlasting world.]

MC […You know what, don’t talk about people like they’re troublemakers]

The girl turned to me and then deeply bowed her head.

??? Female [Thank you for arriving early]

She said so quietly. Her voice was a little stiff.

…Let’s see, I wasn’t such a great person to addressed with honorifics by a girl I’ve just met. MC […Um, uh…]

I’m a bit embarrassed by her formal demeanor.

Takuma [It doesn’t matter. You don’t need to be so stiff. She hasn’t inherited the shrine yet.]

He told her something I didn’t quite understand, in a kind of soft voice.

After that

Takuma [Come here, Baba-Sama is waiting for you]

He said that to me in a curt voice.

…What’s with this difference in attitude?

??? Female [Let me show you around. I’ll take care of your luggage]

MC [No, no, no! I’ll take this stuff myself]

I hurriedly picked up my bag and headed for the front door.

The colour of the pillars and the feeling of the floorboards make me feel the age. The faint scent of incense sticks can be smelled.

… The atmosphere inside the house hasn’t changed at all.

For some reason, I feel like I’m back.

But then again, it’s not like that everything hasn’t changed at all.

??? Female [Baba-Sama is waiting for you in your room]

Just who the hell is this beautiful girl, who says this in such a formal tone?

MC [Ah, yes. I haven’t introduced myself yet. My name is Name(1) Name(2). I’m going to be here starting from today.]

I just put my head down and then looked at the girl.

MC [Can I ask for your name?]

The girl stared at me and lowered her head again.

Mitsuru [I’m sorry. Im part of a branch of the Ugaya Family. My name is Mitsuru Kotozu.]

Suddenly I’m being told of branch families.

MC [Ehm, I don’t know what this is about. But you don’t have to be so formal.]

MC [It’s a bit unusual if a girl around the same age does that to you.]

I don’t feel comfortable with it.

Mitsuru stared at me as if she had found something strange and then lowered her head again.

This time, I felt a little more familiar.

Takuma [Right. This guy is not that big of a deal]

I don’t think this is alright to say that to someone you’ve never met before…

MC [What do you even know about me? Nothing, we just met a while ago!]

Takuma at me with a angry face.

Takuma [Is that what you say to the person who saved your life? Mitsuru please guide her. I’m going to take a break for a while]

Mitsuru slightly bowed her head to Takuma.

Mitsuru [Thank you for your hard work]

Takuma replied with a ‘hmm’ and withdrew himself into the back of the corridor.

MC […I wonder if he’s a good or bad guy]

Mitsuru [Onizaki-San is a good guy]

Mitsuru said so firmly and started walking down the corridor saying ‘this way’.

I walked after her.

Actually, I’M fine without a guide, but it’s rude to refuse a favor.

The floorboards squeak when I walk on them. There are scratches on the cornors of the pillars. Everything is just as it used to be. It is kind of nostalgic.

[honey-coloured-passion]

‘Til Time Do Us Part - KarlNap (DreamSMP)

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Summary: Karl meets, and eventually falls for a kind stranger. (This is based on time traveler Karl from Dream SMP canon!)

“Where, where am I?” Karl felt his head spinning as he stumbled out of a familiar library. Glancing around he noted the heaps of books stacked on each other, there were paintings of different faces adorned on the walls, and there was a young man sitting comfortably in an armchair, staring right at him. 

“Hi!” The stranger stood up, bunching up the papers he’d been staring at as he moved towards Karl. “You must be new to the library! I’m Sapnap.” the taller man stuck out his hand, Karl carefully took the handshake, noting the warm smile Sapnap was giving him. 

“Do you know exactly where we are?” Karl didn’t quite know the question to ask, he barely knew who he was at this point. But Sapnap seemed kind and welcoming, he gestured Karl to follow him into an adjacent room in the library.

Pointing at a row of maps he began, “you’re in Dream SMP, look, this is where we are. Then there’s L’manburg, or what’s left of it, Party Island, the prison, and ooh! I just put the new hotel Tommy’s building here as well. Looks good huh?” Sapnap gestured wildly around the crinkling brown paper with a beaming smile. Karl studied the map hoping to gain some semblance of knowledge about where he was. But this map practically answered every question he had perfectly; little bullet points made note of important recent events describing actions he had apparently made in the past few weeks. It was a real-life summary of everything, all he needed to know, it was perfect.

“You made this?” Karl gawked at the masterpiece in front of him. Sapnap rubbed the back of his neck, “well I had a little help but yeah! It’s uh, nice to know what’s going on. You- I, I can be pretty forgetful you know?” and Karl couldn’t help but agree. Just ask he began to take another look at the map Sapnap cleared his throat, “would you wanna go check out Party Island? I know you’ll love to see what the llamas are doing today!” and Karl couldn’t deny he wanted to spend time with this kind stranger. 

Quickly they had raced through the SMP to Party Island, Sapnap had led Karl through all the best parts of the world. They stole potatoes from a child named Purpled, sang songs with a strange naked man, and harassed various British children all before ending on the roller coaster in Party Island. Karl had gone from chasing after Sapnap to roaming the world hand in hand in just a measure of hours. As they rounded the day out Sapnap pulled Karl’s attention from the setting sun to his chocolate brown eyes. 

Sapnap looked golden in the warm hues of the setting sun, flames danced in his eyes, and a light reddish color burned on his cheeks. Just staring at the man in front of him Karl felt his own breath hitch. Sapnap glanced down nervously, “I really enjoyed hanging out with ya today Karl, and I was wondering if you’d wanna, maybe, hangout again sometime? And! Also I got this from Puffy!” not leaving Karl a moment to speak he pushed a slightly crunched purple allium flower into Karl’s hands. 

Karl felt warmth budding on his cheeks as he stifled a glowing smile at the beautiful flower, it was his favorite kind too. “Of course I wanna hangout more! We literally had the best time ever, you know all the best places and my favorite things it’s like you’ve known me forever Sap!” Karl grinned up at Sapnap who let out a strangled, but excited giggle. Karl shook his head with a grin and pulled Sapnap in for a hug. “Karl n Sapnap forever!” Karl shrieked into Sapnap’s shoulder, trying to contain his ecstatic energy as Sapnap swayed him back and forth in the hug.

“Forever.” Sapnap agreed. 

~

“Hello?”

“Anyone there?” Karl called out as he pushed open the door to a strange and dusty library. A handsome stranger gave him a dashing grin as he stood up, pulling together the papers he was writing in. 

“Hey! Welcome to the library!” the man stuck out a hand which Karl took with a warm smile. “Have I seen you before? This is crazy but I swear you were like totally in a dream I just had!” Karl looked up at the stranger with a smile, but the man calmly shook his head, “I get that sometimes, but I don’t think so! Name’s Sapnap.” Karl promptly introduced himself as well.

"Say, do you know where I am? My head's kinda fuzzy." Karl gave the kind stranger a sheepish grin, but Sapnap seemed to grasp his question. "Follow me!" Karl was jolted forwards as Sapnap grabbed his hand, pulling him into an adjacent room with a whole wall covered in maps.

With his bearings set he agreed to help Sapnap look for a new trident in the ocean near a place called "Snowchester" it was the least he could do after Sapnap had been so kind to him, it's not every day a man with little to no memories appears in your library!

They spent the day splashing in the waves and resting on the shore. Karl was swept off his feet- twice by the waves and ultimately by Sapnap himself. The taller warrior captured Karl's heart with every blinding grin, flip of his ocean-damp hair, and kind but undeniably flirtatious words.

Come nightfall the two retreated off the coast to what Karl assumed was Snowchester. Spending the night sitting atop a spruce wood roof staring at the stars, Karl found himself more mesmerized by the shining warmth of Sapnap's eyes than any star in the sky.

Sapnap broke the silence, tilting his head to the left to meet Karl's eyes with his, "so, pretty good day huh?" Karl nodded, swallowing butterflies. "We should do this again!" Karl nodded in agreement again, mustering some confidence of his own, "we make a pretty good team huh? I could get used to you by my side." Sapnap just grinned in agreement, scooting closer to Karl, his arm slipping under Karl's head, letting him just rest in Sap's embrace.

Karl smiled at the moon, "this is definitely something I wanna get used to."

~

Waking up alone always broke Sapnap's heart. Usually there was some poor excuse or sign that Karl was whirled away from him. With a heavy heart he got used to packing up a days worth of necessities for two and heading to the library Karl had built all those months ago.

Except this time when he entered the library, he realized he wasn't alone.

"Quackity? Do you need something?" Sapnap was shocked to see a familiar face at such a secret location.

"You can't keep doing this Sapnap, it's- I don't even know- it's wrong." Quackity gestured to the library as if Sapnap didn't already know.

"I have to Q, what else would I do? Let him try to make it home to a place he's completely forgotten all alone?" Sapnap paused, taking in a shaky breath, "I'm not gonna let him forget our life together Quackity, I can't"

Quackity raised his voice, "like he doesn't forget every damn time? You're sitting here playing make believe with your fiancé! Don't you get tired? Isn't it fucking tiring having him fall in love with you over, and over again? How are you okay with this!"

Sapnap stalked towards his usual desk, collecting all the papers. "I love him Quackity, I'd do anything for him, and I trust that eventually he'll figure this time travel adventure shit out, I'm not gonna give up on our life together! How can you not see that?"

Quackity just rolled his eyes. "Bullshit. This is wrong, you're interfering with Karl's - I don't know - destiny, future, powers, whatever the hell you're calling it now. Sapnap he's gone. Don't you see every Karl you get is different? That's not your Karl anymore."

Sapnap was seeing red. "Get out. If I fucking wanted you here I'd find you. Don't you have banking business to attend to? Can't you let me have the one good thing in my life? He's Karl, he's my Karl. And that's all I need." Sapnap pointed at the door, his hand clenched around the hilt of his sword.

Quackity shook his head but headed towards the door. "You can't do this forever. Don't you think there'll be a trip where he doesn't come back? Or worse, he comes back unable to love you? Arent you just delaying the inevitable?" Sapnap sprung up from his chair, sword drawn, but Quackity quickly slipped through the doorway. "I'm leaving, I'm leaving. Plus, you don't want to miss those precious first words right? I saw your entires Sap, what's today's plan? Tame cats if I remember right?"

"Fuck you." Sapnap slammed the door, trying to collect himself. Some disgusting voice in the back of his head was reiterating Quackity's words, telling him all was lost and that he was only setting himself up for false hope. But, it only took a glance at the array of pictures scattered between entires in his own diary to see the reason he fought through every first date.

"Hello! Um, do you know where I am?"

Sapnap looked up from a messy stack of first date ideas and dream SMP memory reminders to see the beautiful man before him.

The moment they locked eyes was the moment that nagging voice in Sapnap's head subsided. Every time they locked eyes for the "first time" Sapnap remembered why he'd fight for Karl every day if he needed to. But, there wasn't time for fawning over the brunette an awkward amount.

"Yup! You're in the library! C'mon, there's a map you'll wanna see- I'm Sapnap by the way! And you are?"

"Karl Jacobs! Nice to meet you Sap! Gimme the tour you clearly know what's up! What do I need to know?"

Sapnap gave his unknowing lover a calm smile, "I gotcha! There's not much you need but here's a good map of the lands!" Sapnap took a moment of serenity to appriciate the gorgeous man in front of him before Karl spoke again.

"I actually think I got it! Anything else in this musty old place I should know?"

I wish you knew how much I miss you.

~ Fin ~

A/N: Poor Sapnap. This gives me 50 first dates vibes. Also I wanted to paint Quackity as a voice of reason/doubt because I think his canonical character is that level of serious and caring for both Karl and Sapnap and I imagine their trio may have split over Sapnap’s decision to continually woo memory-loss Karl, or they could’ve never even been a 3 way thing, it’s up to interpretation. Also, I wanted to know your thoughts! Is Sap doing the right thing? Is he really just putting himself up for more hurt later? I dunno. Hope you enjoyed! Comments n stuff in reblog tags make my day :)))

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The Breeding Kings, pt. 3 (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Description: The blacksmith.

Notes: I Love this story but i know yall arent that interested in it which is kinda yikes for me but theres no way im not finishing this fic whether its now or two years from now WC: 7.8k (again im so sorry)

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By the time you and Ahkmen actually made it out of the pyramid, most of the stars had vanished, and the dawning light of the sun sparked a panic in the Prince's heart. He hurried you back to the shore, picking you up and setting you in the boat before pushing the boat far into the water. Constant glances over your head let him keep an eye on the shore, on the rotating guards at the gates, and where was best to tie the canoe back up.

In the end, he found a spot as far away from the gates as possible, securing the boat before helping you out of the rickety contraption.

"Have you school?"

"Unfortunately," he muttered beneath his breath, adjusting his belt.

With that he took your hand, jogging down the wooden docks until you came to the entrance. He ran through that as well, terrified of anyone recognizing him, and didn't leave enough time for you to think on it long. Ever respectful, he saw you home before sprinting back to the palace by himself, wind burning his eyes all the way up.

For the next couple days he took extra care in his physical health. Learning to calculate the time of day and its' relation to the curvature of the earth, while in the blazing heat of the sun, had not fared well on his sleep-deprived mind. When he returned home that evening, he slept over 12 hours in a dead faceplant on his bed. Upon waking he found Piye looming above him with a knowing expression.

"How much time have you been spending with that Yogi?" They asked in a clearer, less clogged voice than Ahkmen had been able to manage through the amount of beer he'd had recently, paired with how little sleep he had.

"Didn't come home one evening," he grumbled, raising his hand to wipe away the tiredness from his eyes. "Got a lot of sleep last night, though."

"I can see that. Get up. We've got some time yet before the weekend," Piye said with a clap that roused the young Prince.

"Good morning, my Prince," said Naguib, who slipped in through the door. "The Pharaoh's dinner with the emissaries from Ebla is tonight. He wants you there."

"I have other places to be," Ahkmen whined, his shoulders drooping as he looked up.

"So does he," Piye said flatly.

School passed by without him ever seeing you, a fact that disappointed him more than it saddened him. His mood got him into a small verbal bout with one of his teachers, and though Piye tried to hold him back, the school day ended with him in one of the study rooms watching Yafeu argue with his father.

Ahkmen huffed, resting the weight of his head on his open palm balanced on the table in front of him. Yafeu couldn't tell him that he wasn't allowed in the school anymore, but the Priest would do his best to make sure Ahk got the second best punishment.

"I expect more from you, Ahkmen," his father said quietly as they walked side by side back to the palace. "None of your brothers have the skills or the wherewithal to lead a country. That responsibility may fall to you."

"Kamun is the oldest, isn't he?" Ahkmen grumbled. "He's the one who's going to be Pharaoh."

"Nothing is set in certainty, my son. Now then, in a few hours the Eblans will arrive, and a dinner will follow."

"Does that mean I have some free time, then?" Ahk asked with a sudden, bright change in tone.

"I want you to get ready," Merenkahre said, frowning. "Not play around with your friends."

"I'll only be there an hour at most," he said, playing off his own innocence.

The Pharaoh paused in the street to look down at Ahkmen, before letting out a long sigh.

"Very well. One hour."

Ahkmen didn't wait to return to his room––he turned and immediately set back off down the road, dashing and twisting through the crowds that formed the closer he got to the temple of Osiris. He barely looked to see where his hands and feet were as he climbed over the familiar crates, landing back in your alley and ducking back into your home.

To his surprise, Piye was already sitting in your waiting room, their feet set on a high shelf with their butt in a pile of blankets.

"Oh, hello Ah–"

You entered the room with massive goggles on.

"-hhh whhhat's up?" Piye corrected with wide eyes.

"... not much," Ahkmen said slowly. "I have a dinner with my parents in an hour, so I can't stay for long."

"I do need one help," you said as you pulled your goggles off, examining the material in your glove-clad hands. "I need a.. a..."

You snapped your fingers, attempting to recall the name of something. Ahk and Piye waited patiently.

"A kaentam," you muttered before a curse. "It is the rocks that kiss."

Piye stared at you dumbfounded, their mouth half open.

"You mean a magnet?"

"I think, yes," you said, though you didn't look sure. "Panya and her rock are still not... I do not know the type of her rock. I need your 'magnet' for to find the – the name."

"Well it's not exactly easy to find magnets," Ahkmen said slowly, picking at his chin as he thought.

"No, yeah," Piye agreed in the same contemplating tone. "I know they're used in medicine, but it's a... an unconventional treatment. Kind of expensive."

Ahk stared at the ground, continuing to play with the skin of his jaw.

"I think I know where we might find some," Ahk said after a moment.

"What is it?" You asked, stepping nearer.

"Osiris' temple. Priests have areas for medicine, and we already know the layout of the place."

"It's late, though. We're not allowed to enter after sunset," Piye pointed out.

"That's why it's good we know the layout!" Ahk said as he stood. "Now let's go."

"Don't you have a formal dinner in an hour?" Piye asked, watching Ahkmen leave out the door with a quirked brow.

"Let's gooo!" Ahkmen sang from outside.

Anything to distract from the coming responsibilities––anything to earn your favor, to win you over in some fashion he was convinced he hadn't already won you over in. You followed him out with a smile, murmuring a small greeting and thanks before Piye also appeared from behind you.

"And onwards we go, to Osiris, to Osiris," Ahk sung as he scaled the crates, followed by you and Piye in order.

"We have obtained," Piye continued the song with a grunt, "forever and ever, what your Grace will gift us."

"You talk like your heads have nothing in their side," you said, to Ahkmen's great amusement.

As Ahkmen originally suspected, most of the temple's inhabitants were too preoccupied with the evening adulations to notice three children, however strange looking, entering the complex. Ahk entered first, donned in his usual golden fabrics, followed by Piye, who by themselves always looked out of place no matter where they were or what they wore, and then you, a child at Piye's side, dressed in an unfamiliar but royal fashion.

Murmurings and voices could be heard from the tall roof of Osiris' temple, where many of the hour priests gathered to scan the heavens. Already the brightest stars shone through the light of sunset, a fact Ahkmen was quite glad about, since it would keep attention off him.

"Yafeu's room here has many, many supplies," Ahkmen whispered as the three of you crept down the open hallway.

"How do you know that?" Piye asked.

"I was sent there so he could yell at me and he's got bookcases and chests worth of things in there. What a monetary bastard," Ahk said with a tut, chuckling from his own humor.

When he reached the door to Yafeu's office, he slowly turned the lock, letting the wood door swing open with a creak. He motioned Piye in, then you, before following in himself, locking the door behind him.

Although Ahkmen might've been privy to the private belongings of the high priest, you and Piye shared no such knowledge. Piye, who had to bow down slightly due to the height of the ceiling, slowly scanned the room, from the pots to the jars and tapestries hanging from the walls. A reed mat had been set on the floor, keeping away the dirt and sand anyone might drag in.

"Where does he keep his medical supplies?" Piye asked quietly, taking a ginger step forward as they scanned the shelves with their eyes. When they spotted nothing useful, they began to rifle through them with their hands.

"No clue. Let's start, shall we?"

The three of you set to searching the room, categorically searching the different shelves––Piye for the tallest two, Ahk for the middle, and you for the lowest. You tried your best to keep quiet, wary of those who passed by outside the door.

"Why do you need a magnet again?" Ahkmen asked after several minutes of silent searching.

"Panya's rock seems iron in a... clean.. way? It is.. not how you see it in earth, and I don't know it. But your magnet will," you made a motion with your hands of them colliding together, "if I am right."

"You must know quite a lot about metals," Piye said, not bothering to tear away from the work at hand. You and Ahkmen, however, had stopped to look at each other when he spoke.

"My family is... kaghruppakal, moving.. metal, to make into things," you said as you reluctantly returned to the baskets on the bottom shelves.

"Blacksmiths," Piye said.

"Thank you," you said. "My father father's had it learned by the Kings in my home. They give us a good home for years, but they give no... money. So when new King comes, we had no home after."

"What do you mean, new King?" Ahk asked with a confused furrow in his brow.

"It is long and I do not know the how to say in Egyptian, but a man killed the King and stole his name," you said quietly.

"Is that why you left your home?" Ahkmen asked. "There was a revolution?"

"More of a usurping," Piye muttered.

"A little, yes," you said with a nod, before falling quiet.

Ahkmen waited a moment to see if you would say anything else, and a moment to wonder if he would say anything else, but ultimately returned to scavenging through Yafeu's belongings.

Statuette.

More gold bracelets.

Ancient scripture.

"You have to leave for that dinner pretty soon," Piye said in a dull voice.

"I don't need to leave for anything or anyone."

"Ureka!" you suddenly cried, a toothy smile coming to you as you forgot yourself.

Ahkmen and Piye both shushed you, to which you quickly apologized in a much quieter voice.

"I saw them," you said, extending in your hand a pair of magnets stuck to one another.

"Oh thank Gods," Piye said in a rush of breath, their hands immediately falling from the tall shelves. "Let's get back and see if it reacts to your stone."

"No, no, I bring it here," you mumbled distractedly as you dug into your large pockets, pulling out the shiny metal.

He watched in bated breath as you raised the magnets to Panya's stone. The whole of the process meant little to him, but it was part of your job, and he enjoyed partaking in little bits of your life.

This handicapped understanding of your work left him rather confused at your excitement when the magnets stuck to Panya's rock. You gasped, marveling at the reaction. As you moved to your feet, you never looked away, holding it close to your chest.

"Irumpu," you said through your smile. "Iron."

"I'm quite glad you've figured this out, but for the time being, we need to get out of here without being spotted," Ahkmen said, putting his hands on your shoulders before gently moving you aside, and opening the door a crack.

Piye spoke in a mumble with you as he stuck his head outside, the cool air of night filling his lungs, distinct from the stuffy walls of Yafeu's office. There were few people in the courtyard, as most of the priests and workers were still preoccupied with their finishing tasks for the night.

He motioned the two of you over, leading you silently outside. You crept along the wall with quick feet, skipping out of the temple, and running back into your home in a smiling rush.

The rush of adrenaline in his blood soon dissipated, comforted by the familiar shades of red and gold always resting upon your crown. Still staring at the metal, you collapsed down in your cushion pile, moving to hold the ball above your head as you stared. Ahkmen chuckled at your behavior, taking a seat beside you as Piye fell in a similar manner as you did across the room.

"Happy?" Ahk asked teasingly.

"Very," you said. "I must to find who had made it. The old King shows my father father's how to make it, but I never ask. And," you snapped your fingers, "then it is gone. When they go."

"Your grandfather knew how to purify and mold iron?" Piye asked in a low but loud voice, sitting quickly up.

"Yes, and it is good for..." you made a stabbing motion, "things that make people dead."

"Weapons," said Ahkmen.

"Etuvaka. Not many know how it makes, and that is how – why we come here. Makes better money, more than a city. Our city, people know how to," you mimicked squishing and molding things in your empty hands, "do with iron, so it is all every shop. Here, it was my family, only my family."

"That must've been quite the business at the time," Piye said in a softer voice, still low as they contemplated your words.

"We make good money," you said with a nod. "But I know this not. I want... to see.. find the maker. Hear his words."

"You'll probably want to see Panya, then," Ahk said. "It was her who found it, right?"

"I think yes."

"Wonderful. You'll go find her, and I will take him home," Piye said as they stood, gesturing to Ahk with their chin. "Dinner, remember?"

"Has anyone told you how irritating you are?" Ahkmen said, but nonetheless obeyed and stood.

"Your father reminds me every day," Piye responded flatly as the two returned to the palace.

Ahkmen drummed his fingers against the table below him, leaning the weight of his head on his raised knee. His mother had forced him into his royal clothes––the actual royal clothes, not just the expensive ones––and the crown his parents had made him gave him headaches with its' weight. Pure gold was heavy.

Ebla was a trading nation from the north who supplied a small but important type of material rarely found in the desert; wood. That was what Merenkahre and the Eblaite queen spent two hours talking about. Wood. They brought other goods such as rarely-found textiles and handcrafted artifacts as well, but they focused on the wood. It made sense, since that was what Egypt required the most, but it still bored him terribly.

Piye was much luckier by his reckoning. They didn't have to attend duties such as these. All the things they had to do were fun, things like gathering ingredients from the markets or the side of the Nile, going off on quests to defeat mythical beasts.

The young prince huffed, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from tapping his fingers too loudly. Walls of grandeur surrounded him, a good enough difference from your home that he was nearly shocked when he entered his own home, staring up at the towering ceiling. His style was slowly changing, as it usually did, to accommodate new aspects of his life; this had happened before on many occasions, as he suspected it did with many other teenagers his age.

A dream to look at. He would reckon your smile would match against any angelic beauty––anything holy was a common miracle in comparison to the subtle, entrancing magic of your laughter, his hand holding yours as he dragged you, pretending not to notice the racing of his heartbeat. A dream.

He wanted nothing more than to scoop you up and drown you in kisses. In order to avoid his own disappointment at his fantasy not currently being reality, he bit deeper into the inside of his cheek, pressing down harder on his open palm.

Hours later, he stared up at the canopy of his bed, the sheets tossed around his body till most of them hung half of the bed. His breathing was the only noise in the still room.

Until his breathing irritated him so fiercely he sat straight up in a huff, a frown on his forced expression.

"Fucking... thoughts," he muttered to himself, halfheartedly punching one of his pillows.

He could not manage to tear his mind from you. Every time he closed his eyes, he thought of you, and adrenaline built in him as he unwillingly imagined your face. Would you mind if he came to see you? It must've been past midnight. You worked during the day. He shouldn't bother you.

Ten minutes later he was fully dressed and sneaking out of the palace, a shroud of cloth concealing his identity as he moved along the shadows. He reckoned Piye, who also slept inside the palace, did not want to see you at this hour, and he left them to sleep.

Ahkmen wasn't sure what he was looking for in returning to you, but as per usual, fantasies spared no expense in the luxurious self-indulgence department, scenes playing behind his eyes of the two of you 'naturally' finding yourselves in intimate situations. Most of it consisted of him finally getting some sleep, this time with you in his arms or wrapped around his waist.

Despite his embarrassment concerning previously mentioned fantasies, they did inspire him to move faster, and before he knew it he found himself standing in front of your tent, hesitating for the first time.

Again his doubts plagued him. He comforted himself with the fact that he had come all this way, and it seemed a rather foolish idea to give it up now.

With that he entered, his eyes immediately falling to the one candle lit in the shadowed room. The usual rushlights set about the entrance room––where he and his friends usually sat about and did nothing––had disappeared, leaving much of the folds of cloths in shadows that casted stark against the single flame.

"Yogi?" Ahk said in a much quieter voice than required.

The sound of rustling blankets had his heart sinking in his chest. He had hoped, at least, that he wouldn't bother you from your sleep––most of him believed you would be up all night working.

"Aganu?" You murmured softly, high and quiet with the sleep pulling at your lips.

"Uh, yes," he said, trying to peek behind the curtain separating your bedroom front your shop. "I'm sorry to disturb you so late. I thought you'd be up, I – I can leave."

"No, no," you mumbled. "Is good. Come here."

He gulped, gingerly stepping forward and pulling away the cloth door. Behind it, you lay in a pocket of space built into your fabric wall, drowning you in luxurious blankets of red and gold. All that remained visible was your eyes, an adoring sight in his mind.

"Why've you got that light in the other room?" Ahk asked quietly, kneeling down in front of you.

"More not strong. It is very red," you said, poking your finger out to gesture to the room as a whole. "Good for night sleeping. Why are you coming here?"

"You mean your house or your bed?" Ahk said, stepping away as he became aware of his closeness to you.

"My house."

"Couldn't sleep," he said with a shrug. "Thought you might be able to help."

"Why?" You asked, before backtracking. "Wait, that is not the word I mean. Um... how do you want help?"

"I don't know. Maybe you have a potion, or just a better bed than I do," he said, chuckling.

"I have both."

"Hey, you haven't even felt my bed," he said in a teasing manner. "How do you already know your bed's better?"

"Because it is not hard."

Fair enough point––Egyptian beds were essentially a table built for the purpose of sleeping. Good for the hot weather, bad for the joints.

"I don't want to disturb you, though," he said quietly as you began to rise, sheets and thick blankets falling from your shoulders to reveal the naked expanse of your chest and stomach. He gulped, though fortunately not audible, as you stretched your hands up.

"It is no problem," you said, sighing deeply as your arms fell.

Rooting around in your bed, you found a large but thin blanket, wrapping it around your body before you left your comforts. You yawned as you stood, but faithfully wandered to your potion storage. Ahkmen had never seen any of your potions, as he didn't believe a hangover cure counted as one, and thus he looked eagerly over your shoulder when you knelt down. Glass and pottery clinked together as you searched.

"What kind of potions do you make?" Ahk asked, stepping back when you once more rose to your feet.

"To help bodies," you said, gesturing to your own body, "and soul." You tapped your heart.

He frowned. Obviously.

"Do you have like, a love potion?"

"Why you ask that?"

"Just curious," he said quickly.

"I have... khamam potion. You make a man drink it and they will.. have..." you trailed off, unable to explain fully. "Love to you? When they make the children."

"Sex?"

"Sure. They do the sex. Man or woman," you said with a dismissive wave of your hand.

"How do you make a potion like that?"

"You think I give it with no paying? I must make money, Aganu," you chuckled softly, bopping his nose with your finger, before sobering to speak. "This is a potion that will make you calm. Ready for sleep, yes."

"Oh, thank you," Ahkmen said, taking the small, clay bottle. "How much do I owe you?"

"Speak more about the sky."

He quirked a brow.

"That's your price?"

"I want to know more. I go to school to clean, not hear, but I want to," you said, taking his hands in your cloth-covered hands, and staring upwards. "I am alive to see and hear and I want to hear you."

You couldn't be aware of the effect of your words. Not with eyes that innocent. But, as usual, his heart raced painfully in his chest, overflown with an affection he had no choice but to hold back.

"... very well," he murmured, and led you back to your bed. You crawled in, surrounding yourself in blankets once more as Ahk sat on the floor, carefully watching your sleepy, fluttering eyes.

"The sky––well, more specifically the night sky, is a woman. Her name is Nuit. At sunset, her head in the west consumes Ra, and in the morning, she births him again. Her eyes are the sun and moon. Her lover, Geb, is the earth, but they are forever forced apart by Ra, who placed their father to separate them," Ahk said, reciting information he had long known. "His name is Shu. He is the air that lets us breathe."

"Why did Ra want them apart?" You asked quietly, muffled behind your blankets.

"Nuit became pregnant by Geb. Ra found it an abomination, cursed her to never give birth on any day of the year. But Thoth helped her––won a few games of Senet against Khonsu, god of time, and earned her five days in which she gave birth to five children."

"Who?"

"Osiris on the first day. That's his temple you work at. Then I believe it was.. Horus.. Seth, Isis, and her sister, Nephthys." He paused to yawn. "Those are the epagomenal days, at the end of the year. Pretty big celebration."

"I like to see this," you mumbled.

"I'll take you this next year," he said. "There's plenty of food and beer for everyone."

Your breathing was beginning to slow, and when Ahk noticed that, he fell into silence. Instead he stared at your closed eyes, your cheek squished into your pillow. Too much to look at. The better half of him yearned to reach out and touch you, but the remaining bits of his conscious reminded him that that was, beyond anything, an incredibly strange thing to do.

He was even more grateful for his decision to remain still when your eyes opened on an inhale, blinking slowly as you met his gaze.

"Tired?" You asked. "Potion does not takes long."

He chuckled, "yeah. I'm pretty tired now."

"What time does it take to walk to your house?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe thirty minutes."

"You are.. you will fall by then," you murmured.

"Asleep?"

"Yes. It is a strong potion."

You paused, scanning his body and its' position near you.

"Remain here," you said, soft as the silk you drowned yourself in. "For the night."

The rope around his heart tightened at your request. His imagination, somehow, had come to fruition.

"Where will I sleep?" He asked, fighting back another yawn.

"All places. Do what you want," you sighed. "Or you fall sleep in the street."

"Very funny. Scoot over."

You glared up at him, but eventually gave in, scooting closer to the wall to make room for him. He pulled his jewelry off him before sidling in, hoping to avoid hurting you accidentally.

When he turned to face you, he found his forehead crowning you, his nose just barely brushing against yours.

"Thanks," he murmured. "You didn't have to."

"I know," you whispered in a breath, closing your eyes.

Only a few hours later he was awakened by something prodding at his face. His eyes fluttered open, blearily finding Piye above him, poking his cheek with a fireplace fork. Ahkmen groaned, turning over on his side.

"Don't you ignore me, you royal pain," Piye said, prodding him harder yet. "Do you know how many lies I had to tell to your father?"

"Piye, it's way too early in the morning for this," he said groggily, throwing his arm over his eyes.

"It's midday!"

"I got here late," Ahkmen said as he slowly fell out of the bed, sliding onto the floor.

Piye grasped the top of Ahk's head by his hair, lifting his face and kneeling to meet him.

"I swear to the Gods if you had sex with a ci–"

"I did not," Ahk hissed, wriggling till Piye's grip loosened.

Reluctantly, Ahkmen rose to his feet, brushing the wrinkles out of his clothes and pulling your blankets off the floor, placing them back on the bed. The lumps in the cloth suggested your presence, but as he pulled them away he found the rest of the bed empty. He stepped back in surprise.

Piye looked over his shoulder, frowning as they, too, saw your absence.

"Isn't this Yogi's bed?"

"It was last night," Ahk said.

"I am here," you said from behind. Ahk whirled around, coming face to face with you struggling to pull on a large, ornate coat.

"Oh. What are you doing?" Ahk asked with a frown.

"I am placing my coat."

"We can see that," Piye said flatly. "It's hot outside. Why do you need it."

"Pockets," you said, opening your jacket to reveal a plethora of pockets sewn into the inner seams. "I do go to market now. I will see for the man that had made this."

You reached into one of your pockets, pulling out the block of pure iron some blacksmith had thrown away.

"Will I go to Panya? If she wants to?" You asked, pocketing the metal once more.

"Probably should," Ahk said with a yawn, stretching his hands high enough that they raised the cloth ceiling. Piye nodded in agreement.

"She likes to stay in control," Piye added.

"I can help you get there," Ahk offered expectantly.

"Oh! Thanks many," you said, grinning wide. "I do not know to find her."

"I better come too," said Piye, who crossed their arms. "He always seems to get into trouble without me there."

"You say that as though I don't get into trouble when you're with me, too," Ahk chuckled.

"I'm not in the mood today, Ahk," Piye whispered, gripping Ahk's upper arm tight enough to leave temporary marks.

"Then don't come along," Ahk whispered back. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

Piye glared at him but said nothing, walking swiftly out the door and closing the flap behind them. It left Ahkmen once more alone with you, awkwardly shuffling his feet as you prepared yourself, carefuly to remember all your tools.

"Thank you, again," Ahkmen said after a moment of silence. "For letting me sleep here."

"Yes, yes. Go now."

You pushed him out the door, following as you fixed the tassels of your pants. Thin ropes flipped every which way till you knotted them, tightening around your waist, before you set off towards the common streets. Ahkmen followed, though he couldn't see where Piye had gone.

Murmuring conversations surrounded him, circled by flocks of people heading towards Osiris' temple. Shoulders and feet pushed on him, shoving him about as he headed in the opposite direction, always searching for your scarlet red robes. They set you quite wide apart from the usual crowd, and thus the Prince used them as an identifier.

People cast looks in his direction as he continued to shove and push, a constant stream of shaky apologies tumbling from his mouth. He considered himself adept at moving through crowds, but he had clearly not gotten as much practice as you did, which combined with your smaller size, led you to stop far ahead to wait for him.

He panted as he reached you, pausing with a heavy chest.

"Feel you good?" You asked, quirking a brow.

"I don't do well when I haven't eaten in the morning," he said, his voice cracking as he bent over slightly, his hands on his knees.

"Funny Egyptian man," you laughed, reaching up to ruffle his already messy hair. "You are... too full of money."

"I wouldn't doubt that," he muttered, recalling the many luxuries his father had given him throughout his life.

"I buy your food, we will go," you said as you returned to walking, slow to allow him time to catch up.

"Oh, don't worry about that," he said, waving his hand dismissively as he rose to follow you. "I can pay for it. Don't waste your money."

"Right?"

"... yes," he said, after having given up on trying to decode what exactly you'd meant.

As the two of you entered the main streets of the city, the conversations of strangers grew louder, more densely packed between houses and stalls full of goods. Through the street you now walked down, there must've been at least five different spice carts. Careful mountains of cumin and ginger were placed in the corner of nearly every stop.

Near the end, he found a small stall of a woman selling beer. He reached for you, pausing your step as he dug into his own pocket, pulling out a silver ring.

"One cup, please," he asked, to which the lady politely acquiesced. He set the ring down on her counter. "Will this do?"

"... one more than that," she said, her gaze flickering from the ring to Ahk's eyes.

He pulled out another ring, and with that she handed him the cup, taking the rings simultaneously.

"Have a good day!" She said as the two of you left.

Ahkmen sipped at his drink with a satisfied sigh, relaxing into the sweet, familiar taste. Your drinks were good, but far too alcoholic to be worth any sustenance.

"I want a little," you said, moving on your toes so as to see inside his cup.

"Sure," he said, and handed it to you. You returned it after a couple swallows.

"We look for Panya, yes?" You asked.

"Oh, right. I'll take you to her house."

Panya didn't live far away from the center of town, so in a matter of minutes you were already knocking on her door. What you didn't expect, however, was for the High Priest of Osiris' temple to answer it.

He eyed you up and down, your odd way of dress, the dot on your forehead, before his gaze fell to Ahkmen. It was then his eyes narrowed, coldly recognizing the prince.

"What do you want," he said, leering down at you.

"Your daughter," said Ahk, who was leant against one of the pillars outside Panya's mansion of a house.

"You may not have her."

"I –"

Before Ahk could finish, something tugged on the inside of his arm, pulling him away from the doorstep. You didn't seem to notice, busy conversing with Yafeu. He turned round, stumbling with broken balance before he looked up, meeting Piye's eye.

"What are you doing?" He whispered, glancing back to you and the priest.

"I've been thinking," Piye murmured, leaning down to lessen the space between them, "I don't think we should go around the markets just talking about a purified iron. I think it might land you in trouble."

"Why?" He scoffed.

"I’ve been at all my father’s meetings with the Pharaoh and his generals and they’re talking about iron. How to get it, how to use it, how to control it, everything,” they said.

“Well why’s that a problem? They did the same thing with wood.”

"Not like this! Iron, it – it's incredibly strong. If we had armor made of that, shields made of it, weapons made of it, it'd give us an enormous amount of military power, and with your father in rule, I don't think that's a good idea," they said in a growing volume before they remembered Yafeu was there, and quieted down again.

"What's wrong with my father?!" Ahk gasped.

"Nothing!" Piye hissed, eyes darting back up to Yafeu to see if he had noticed. "He just has a habit of oppressing people!"

Ahkmen snorted. His hand shot up to cover his mouth, quiet giggles wracking his body.

"I'm sorry," he wheezed, "that shouldn't be funny. Sorry."

"It's fine," Piye said with a long sigh. "You know what I mean. If word gets to him that this little immigrant over here has a key to finding how to shape iron, he isn't going to take a visit and credit them with the discovery. He's going to deport them, cover it up, and claim he learned it from the Gods. You know everything’s a game to him."

Ahkmen's breath caught in his throat as Piye laid out the consequences in plain, simple terms he could understand. That would be the end of your friendship, but more importantly, it was also the end of your livelihood. You were still young––around his age––and you didn't know much else except living in Egypt. If he were to take your word, your home to the east was far, far away, and ruled by an unjust dictator. You would not make the journey there alone, let alone when you actually reached your city.

"What do you suppose we do?" Ahkmen said after a minute or two of deep thought.

"I think –"

"We can go here," you said, passing by them with Panya and, unsurprisingly, Unas bringing up the rear.

"Wait –"

He went to stop you, but Piye stopped him first.

"Best you don't tell them. We're not from the palace, remember?" Piye muttered, before promptly following you off the steps of Panya's house. Ahkmen, however disgruntled as he was, followed as well.

"I wish I was poor," he grumbled, walking alongside Piye, who kept a fair enough distance from you and your customers.

Piye struck him with a flat palm against the back of his head. The weight in his neck rolled forward, kinking it awkwardly, to which he let out a yelp of pain.

"Don't say that. Others in your country, in this city, starve. They would give anything to be you."

His frown drew tighter, irritant clogging his thoughts. Every inconvenience angering. He breathed deeply, willing the feeling away, and sped his pace to catch up to you. Panya might've been up there, but her presence would be a small price for yours.

The markets approached faster than he realized, and soon he was once more surrounded by strangers bartering and advertising. Thin tarps of orange and dusty yellow spread from one side of the thin street to the other, sheltering merchants from the hot sun, and allowing them to hang different products on the lines. He ducked under rings of cloth and over piles of incense, shakily following your wavy trail through the walkway.

Heat began to redden his cheeks, and it was then he realized that you'd made it to the blacksmith area of market, near to the kitchens. Fire stoking bread and metal filled the open air, made much clearer by the absence of the shading tarps.

"Uh, Yogi," he said, grabbing your shoulder to stop you before you could enter. "I think we should keep on the down-low, this purified iron, people might start talking."

You looked him up and down.

"Okay," you said, turning back round to enter the shop.

It took until evening before you made any progress. Most everyone you met was skeptical of you, which wasn't surprising considering the size and age of your group. But the last man you came to was still working, even as everyone around him ate dinner, readying to leave for home or staying for music.

He had long hair––longer than Piye's, trailing down to his mid-thigh. Unlike theirs, his was black, and much stringier in comparison. The knotted rope used to hold his hair back as he worked was crude at best, and one he had to constantly fix. Ahkmen didn't see it, but you noticed he was much skinnier than most of the other blacksmiths, who had grown muscles over the years of their work.

You approached him much like you approached everyone; a bright, commercial cheerfulness that came across as dangerously fake. To those who had spent good time in the markets, it was easy to see through. Those who hadn't, however, couldn't quite decode why you were unsettling, other than you being foreign.

"What did you say this was for again?" The man asked, his voice a quiet, low rasp. He had seated himself amongst your menagerie, matching the height of Piye, who was of course the tallest member.

"We are trying to find the owner of an amulet," Panya lied smoothly, pulling off one of her many necklaces and handing it to the man. "Or rather, the maker."

He took the necklace with skinny fingers, twisting it round in them as he surveyed the whole of it.

"Gold, ruby.. copper," he muttered, pointing to each of the different beads as though you could understand him mumbling. "Silver?"

Panya gestured for the amulet back, which he gave, and she strung it back around her neck.

"Iron. It's the purest we've ever seen and we're looking for the source," she said, pointing to the rest of the group.

"The durability is incredible. I would love to have access to that kind of things in my buildings and such," Unas added.

"I know," the blacksmith said, his hair still drooping long in front of his face. "I have been searching for a way to purify the ore, but I cannot get my fires hot enough. I keep getting... what might be iron, but it never looks right. Then again, I – I don't know what the correct product would look like."

Well then, Ahk thought, that explains why it was in the junkyard.

You leant over to Ahk, moving to your knees so your lips met his ear as you whispered.

"Can I show him what we found now?"

"Um.." his eyes darted over to Piye, who was listening intently to the man's woes, "sure."

Tapping on the blacksmith's shoulder, you brought his attention to you and the heavy malformed metal in your hand. His eyes widened, near imperceptive behind all his hair, but certainly filled with shock.

"Is that my...?"

"It is iron," you said with a grin. "I live in a city where lots of iron everywhere. Here, not so much, but that is iron."

"Unas found it in the junkyard in the southern part of Memphis," Panya said, pointing a thumb to her friend.

"Shit," the man breathed out, combing a hand through his hair. "I don't know which one that was."

"Which what?" Ahkmen asked.

"Which heat level," Unas answered for him. "It takes a specific amount to actually purify different ores. Otherwise you might burn it into a charcoal."

"And the all other rocks and," you motioned grinding your fist into the palm of your other hand, "the rocks you smash until they are sand."

"Powder," Ahk said.

"Yes. I see, when I was 5, my father has powder in his furnace, in the iron," you said with a variety of questionable hand motions. "Red, and... a bright black. Shiny."

Ahkmen listened intently for the next hour and a half as you, Unas, and the blacksmith conversed about smelting techniques. Apparently, all of you had, at one point, attempted to smelt iron out of the ore, a fact that was made appalling because Egypt didn't have any iron. Most of the iron within the country was either imported or from the meteor, which was confined to only serving the royal family.

Even Piye eventually tired of the conversation that never seemed to stray from smelting, though you did for a short time discuss techniques for copper. Piye had an incredible sense of patience, so when they tapped Ahk to tell him they were leaving, Ahk realized he usually would've left ten minutes into the conversation.

It clicked quite quickly that he wasn't really listening––he was watching you, and that had somehow occupied him for a full hour and a half. A creeping sense of embarrassment had him hunching his shoulders.

"Unas, we should go, we have that thing in the morning," Panya murmured into Unas' ear, though Ahkmen still caught it.

"Oh, right," he said in a deflated tone. He stood, brushing off his skirt before facing the blacksmith. "Thank you for your time. Is it alright if I come back sometime? Might be better to have more than one person working on this."

"How old are you?" The blacksmith asked in his usual mumble.

"16."

"... okay," he said after a moment. "You're old enough."

"Oh, good. Well thank you, anyway," Unas said, before motioning to Panya to leave. He bowed his head slightly as he left the circle of conversation, following his friend back into the markets.

As she left, Panya turned to walk backwards, holding her hands out to you. You quickly caught her drift, and threw the ball to her. She thanked you from a distance.

"We should leave soon as well," Ahk whispered to you.

A few minutes later, the two of you were once more walking side by side, wandering down the now-vacant streets. Ahkmen had no idea where you were going, but was along for the ride no matter where you ended up. As you hastened your step, you took Ahk's hand, forcing him to match your pace with a giddy laugh.

"The night is clear," you said, walking backwards to face him without halting your step. "You will show me the star shapes, yes?"

"The constellations," he said with a soft chuckle, his body filling with a warm, lighthearted haze. "Of course."

You led him back towards your home but ignored the alleyway entrance, instead reaching the doors of Osiris' temple. The tall walls marked themselves steep against your small stature, casting long shadows in the moonlight, that tonight shone like a shell of the sun. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words died stillborn as you tugged him into you. His chest met yours as he stumbled clumsily.

"Be safe, funny man," you giggled, looking down at him as his head's weight rested awkwardly in the crook of your neck.

What little citylights remained in the dead of night faded away as you scaled the tower, your neck craned upwards to the heavens. No matter how tall the roof of the temple was, no matter how high you climbed, the stars never seemed to move any closer. Their distance must've been incomprehensible, but inconsequential when grasping Ahk's hand to help him onto the roof.

He panted softly as he stood on his feet once more, brushing off the dust that came from the temple walls. You left him to wander to the center of the stone plateau. His breathing slowed, attention centering on you as your eyes still stared up into empty space.

You turned, noticing the heat of his gaze.

"Speak to me," you said in a voice that moved like music. "You tell on Sopdet, yes? And.. Sah. Nuit and Geb."

"Lie down with me," he said.

You dutifully obeyed, sliding down next to him, your clothes and hair splayed out.

For a good hour he pointed up, tracing the outlines of constellations he had studied all his life. Since you didn't know their shapes on paper, he drew the images in the dirt and sand collected on the roof, showing you how random collections of dots made up women and beautiful creatures, the everlasting Gods in the sky.

"I want to be... something beautiful," he murmured, looking down at his own shoddy illustrations. "Like the stars."

"You had say that when you will die, you will go to the stars, right?" You asked softly.

"In death," he said with a small nod. "I will not be able to see this earth. I will be one amongst millions. It's strange, but... I wish I could stay here forever. A star close to home."

"You are scared of being nothing," you said. "But we are nothing. We are nothing to birds, or to other cities. We are already nothing and everything. It is what you choose to make of you––make more of your everything, or sleep in your nothing. There is happy things in both."

"No time wasted in happiness is truly time wasted?" He said, remembering a familiar anecdote from school.

"Yes," you said with a smile.

Silence filled the space for a few minutes, stilled by the slow breathing of Ahk's chest. He closed his eyes, exhaustion tugging at him, all of which he ignored.

"Aganu?" You said, nearly whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I like my hours with you," you murmured, wide, warm eyes staring bashfully at him.

"I do too."

[floating-in-limbo]

You're my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Tw: self h*rm, depression, angst.

GN!Reader x Hawks angst

A vent fic I wrote because I needed to do something to cope healthily. I might write a short second ending, but idk. I didn't beta read this, but I'll polish it tomorrow and post it to my AO3 as well. Much love.

BNHA writing blog @hawksmodelofficial

The room was dark except for the faint light shining from your phone's screen. It was some what quiet due to the sound of your fan whirring, keeping your room cool. All this was part of your typical nightly routine and wouldn't be concerning except for the fact that you felt suffocated. Again.

You're sitting on your bed, the air blasting you giving you one of the only physical sensations you can feel in this state. Staring ahead into the black room, you sit and listen to all the horrid thoughts running through your head.

You feel numb and would give anything to feel something other than this suffocating emptiness. You tried your usual coping mechanisms: watching videos that usually make you laugh, listening to your comfort bands, distracting yourself with any sort of pastime.

None of it is working though. None of it has been working for a while now. This numbness, emptiness, hollow feeling consuming your body grows every day. Some days you can manage to push past it, jump over the hurdles and clear the finish line. Not today.

The last option you can think of before doing something harmful is to reach out to someone. You've been isolating yourself, but you desperately want their help at the same time.

Looking at the phone resting in your hands, you pull up Keigo's contact. It had been a couple days since the last time you two talked. He's the #2 pro hero, so he's constantly busy, but always tries to make time for you.

Y/n: are you awake

You sent the message and watched it deliver. You only ask because it's currently 3:26am and most people are asleep at this time. He responds a minute later.

Dodo Brain: what's up?

You're staring at his message. On one hand you're relieved Keigo's awake but on the other, you can already feel the guilt eating away at you for bothering him.

Y/n: i need help

Y/n: i hurt

You typed out the messages with shaky hands. Your chest tightens and you feel sick. You hate asking for help. Why should you make other people suffer because you can't help yourself?

Dodo Brain: are you ok, kid? what's wrong are you hurt???

Looking at the clock, it really hits just how tired he must be and how much you're intruding on his personal time. You decide to call off your cry for help before you make it any worse for him.

Y/n: ah yeah nvm dont worry about it sorry to wake you

You toss your phone onto your pillow. Once again, you're sabotaging yourself but you don't care anymore. Getting up from your bed, you head to the bathroom to get bandages, and tissues. While doing this, you fail to notice your text notifications going off.

Dodo Brain: kid what are you talkin about

Dodo Brain: why arent you answering

Dodo Brain: please answer me you're making me worried

Dodo Brain: im heading over now

Once you have your supplies to clean up, you head back into your room and sit back on your bed. You grabbed your hidden blade on the way and now just contemplate your actions.

Craving to feel something, anything, even if its pain and regret, you'll take it. You chose where you want to cut and begin, pulling a long line across your skin. You hiss at the immediate sting. Blood already begins to bead.

You continue to do this, almost in a daze yet you feel tears suddenly well from your eyes and fall. It hurts. Not just what you're doing, but what lead you to this point.

Unbeknownst to you, Keigo immediately flew to your residence. He grabbed the spare key you gave him and unlock the front door. Its eerily quite except for the faint sobs he can hear as he navigates the dark residence.

After you were satisfied with your work, you just sit there letting the blood drip down your skin. You'll have to do laundry but that's the least of your worries. You lean your head back against the wall and cry. Soft whispers of "I'm sorry..." leave your lips.

Keigo finds your room, using your quite cries and soft words to navigate. He flips on the lights and gasps at the scene in front of him. You jolt your head forward, eyes wide and you scramble to hide yourself. Unfortunately that only makes you wince in pain and open the wounds further.

"We need to get you cleaned up. Dont move okay? You already have bandages so let me do the work." Keigo's words dont really reach you but you sit there anyway.

He moves towards you with conviction but the energy around him is scared, nervous even. Sure he's seen your old scars before but never this. He grabs the bandages and antiseptic, applying them to all the wounds.

Every now and then you wince, and he immediately spills apologies. Your head is hanging low, you can't bear to make eye contact with him. Once Keigo finishes cleaning you up, there is an awkward silence.

"I'm sorry..." is all you can croak out before your sobbing into your hands. Embarrassment floods your head. Regret. Resent. Why did he have to come? Why did he have to see this?

"Fuck, kid. Please don't apologize. You didn't answer my texts and I figured something was wrong. I just wish I got here sooner." You can hear the pain in his usually cheery voice.

"I didn't know what to do anymore! I'm sick of feeling like this! Im sick of hurting so much that I have to hurt myself to distract from everything else. It's not fucking fair..."

Keigo stands in front of you assessing the situation. He reaches out to touch you but you shrink away from him. "Please leave, Kei...please...I'm tired."

"So am I, y/n but if you think I'm leaving you alone like this, I'm pretty sure you're the dodo brain out of the two of us." You smile ever so slightly. Its broken and he can tell.

"Let's get some clean sheets on the bed first, ok? Then we're going to sleep and I'm not leaving you alone. Not when you're hurting like this. Can you move?" You shake your head no. Not only do you hurt, exhaustion set in.

"I'm gonna pick you up alright, kid?" You nod and that's all he needs. Gently, he wraps his arms around your frame and pulling you into his chest. Red feathers move throughout your room, pulling the bloodied sheets off and tossing them into your hamper.

"I'm gonna set you down so I can grab the spares. Promise me, you'll be okay until I get back."

"Kei, you're just going down the hall."

"Y/n." His voice is stern but still soft at the same time. "Look at me." You gaze up at him and see the broken expression on his face. You never noticed the pain he probably feels right now.

"Pinky promise you'll be okay for a couple minutes." He holds out his hand, sticking his pinky out for you to reciprocate. You slowly do the same and cross fingers. "I'll be right back."

He leaves your room and you can hear him grabbing stuff from the closet with spare bedding. You sit with your head hanging down, eyes closed, thinking of everything. Keigo comes back with am armful of bedding and you shakily stand so he can change the sheets completely.

"Let's go to bed, okay?. I'm taking tomorrow off and I'm staying with you until we figure this out.

"You dont need to do that. I'll be fine, really. I dont want to burden you..." You can feel the tears well up again and you begin to shake. "Y/n, please. I can't bear to see you like this. You're the sun I see in the sky when I fly and the moon when I rest at night."

You look at him with disbelief. "Let's go to bed and talk more in the morning okay?" You nod and he moves you to bed, pulling you close but still aware of where you're hurt. His wings come around on top of you, almost like he's shielding you.

Your eyes slowly dip close as he rubs circles on your hand with his thumb.