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myeagleexpert · 12 days ago

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The Perfect Boyfriend ( Pt 4 )

𝕺𝖍, 𝖎𝖋 𝕴 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆 𝖟𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖊, 𝕴'𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕴'𝖉 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙, 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖍, 𝕴'𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕴'𝖉 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍��𝖆𝖗𝖙, '𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚

Doppleganger/Skinwalker!Yandere x YN (AFAB)Summary: 3 times when you think there's something strange with your boyfriend, and the 1st fatal time when you're sure. Warnings: (Toxic relationships, obsessed relationships, mental manipulation, the smell of rot, description of death, description of fear and panic, a little sentimental smut, The thing loves you - too much.) Uncertain motives. He tries to keep you trapped. Some character will threaten to die, gore and yes, there's cannibalism in this part. Long fic (12 pages +-) Author's Notes: Final episode, this is what happens after episode 2, thank you to everyone who was part of this journey, I'll still receive some asks about Kain but the official episodes stop here.

𝕭𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 < < 𝖀𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓 > >

There's something following you.

But this time, you know who it is.

YN's steps slowly slow down, taking longer to pass her right foot over her left foot while a smug smile of someone who knows all the enemy's cards takes over her face.

"Oh my God! I think my shoelace came untied, I'm going to have to bend down to fix it." Yn hums like someone playing with a child, bending down to pretend that the slippers that didn't even have shoelaces were untied, all while trying to contain her laughter.

Meanwhile, the dog's shadow is clearly seen in the alley where YN bent down. Even though he walked skillfully enough to camouflage himself and blend in with the shadows, he still let his ears be caught in the corner of her eye or his long tail that didn't completely hide. Maybe he was doing a bad job of chasing his beloved prey, or maybe he wanted to be noticed without being so obvious.

As the dog slowly approaches, lowering himself to the ground and preparing to jump on top of YN, she turns around, surprising him.

“Ha! I saw you! I got you!” she says excitedly as she also jumps towards the dog who happily runs into YN’s arms. YN pets him with affection and love, stroking his long fur that, now that he is under her constant care, is softer and less tangled, and he smells good, due to the products she uses on him.

“What are you doing here, huh, boy?” she asks, laughing happily as she moves her head so that the dog doesn’t lick her lips directly.

Protecting you, of course.

As expected, the creature doesn’t respond, only wagging its tail as wild as a hurricane as it seeks more of the human warmth that YN provides.

“Well, since I have a private escort, what do you think about going home now? Do you want to go with me, boy?” When he got up, YN stroked him between the ears and looked him straight in the eyes while humming in a baby voice. The creature was delighted and understood the message, only getting up from the position as well, standing side by side with the girl.

Where would I go, if not by your side?

The game of hide and seek continued for a while, and after weeks he found it extremely boring and painful to always be one door away from his prey. So he started following YN every day from home to work, from work to the flower shop. During the times she went out to walk and feed stray dogs, the creature couldn’t stand those flea-bitten creatures near her, so he would simply jump on him, barking loudly and growling menacingly to make them go away.

This has led to some poor dogs running around with their tails between their legs, the bravest of them being dealt with in the middle of the night while the lady is asleep and cannot scold him for acting like a “bad dog”, but if he is not a real dog, he does not care about that. As long as he tears apart the rivals and potential thieves of his affection, he will sleep contentedly at night. He follows her like a dog to its loyal owner, like an invisible leash that binds them as they stroll through the city, the streets full of people and full of different smells but he remains on the trail of her irresistible aroma. As she passes Mr. Thomas’s flower shop she waves excitedly to the old man who is watering some plants.

Yn finds it strange how this strange dog appeared in her life out of nowhere and never left, how he seemed to have intelligence when she gave him commands, how… dead animals started appearing on her doorstep. And she does not want to find out where they come from… but there is a strange sense of satisfaction in the dog's eyes when she asks in a hesitant voice while cleaning up the mess:

"…. was that you?"

The tail wagging happily, the almost human look in his eyes, and the ears raised should be clear enough answers for the girl. But she refuses to believe that the good boy she feeds every now and then is capable of such an atrocity.

Yn's house is not far from work, enough to walk there and enjoy the last rays of sunlight, bathing in the golden light of the sunset. When she arrives, goes to enter the door and stomps her feet to shake off the dust, YN doesn't notice how Snowball is not there to greet her like he always does, the kitten is hiding on top of the closet and how her fur is already bristling as she makes eye contact with the strange dog on the other side of the door.

He is not allowed in, not yet.

And in her few months of life, the kitten knows that there is something wrong with that thing.

YN has been having some memory blackouts, like someone who goes to the fridge and forgets what they were going to do there. Like someone who automatically throws the spoon in the trash and the wrapper in the sink… and always with Kain. It has been happening quite frequently, and her oh-so-careful boyfriend points out that it could be the girl's tiredness, from sleepless nights because of the breakup, from daily stresses, but that everything is okay! Because he is here to take all her worries off her mind so she can tell him everything, after all, who knows her better than him?

That's why they are here and now, as a suggestion to relax and rest her mind. YN doesn't remember exactly how she chose her outfit, how she drove here, or how she is already on the third spin of the Ferris wheel, but she is with Kain and… that's what matters, right?

The amusement park was a mix of bright colors and festive smells, and there was Yn with her arm linked to Kain, the perfect boyfriend. After a very painful breakup, it seems that they are back together, and how happy they are! She is dressed in a white shirt and jeans and he coincidentally is dressed the same as her. Kain feeds her small pieces of cotton candy that he bought earlier since the beautiful little princess is holding one of the big bears that her boyfriend won for her in one of the festival games.

"Do you like cotton candy?" he asked in a sweet tone as he took a small piece of cotton candy and brought it to Yn's delicious mouth.

"I do, don't you?" she asked as the cotton candy melted in her mouth bringing a wave of sweetness and nostalgic sensation.

The creature who had never tasted such strange food, strange shape and strange sweetness before looked confused at the large cotton candy in his hand. By a carnal impulse, he had a brilliant idea to experience the sensation of the sweet taste.

In a quick moment Kain captured YN's sweet lips and voraciously invaded her mouth with his tongue, feeling the sweet taste of cotton candy and the euphoric sweetness that was his precious beloved. The man took a hand to hold and caress YN's delicate face, holding her so devotedly as if he had a precious work of art in his arms, which, in his blue eyes, it was.

All the sounds of the park seemed silent when he heard Kain's breathing, the smells could not compare to the perfume of his beloved, all that euphoria and adrenaline of roller coasters and bumper cars being replaced by an adrenaline that was even more addictive and irresistible.

"I like you." he said as he licked his lips, reluctantly pulling away.

"I…ar…" Yn's mouth was speechless with his cunning, but she didn't need words when Kain stole another intense kiss from her lips.

And another…. And another one….. Because it seems like it’s never enough….

After a while, they left the benches with their faces red and with a desire still inside them, pumping blood to each sensitive region, and so distracted by each other’s presence that they don’t notice when a young man accidentally hits Kain, knocking a can of alcohol on the floor.

“Watch where you’re going! You jerk!” - the young man didn’t finish the sentence, his pale face contorting in pain and confusion, and sobriety entering his body quickly and instinctively - “W-wait… you-and”

“Oh, sorry Peter. We didn’t see you there.” YN apologizes for what happened, hugging her boyfriend affectionately and not noticing the looks being exchanged between the men.

Peter was one of Kain's troublemaking friends, stuck together like a disgusting tick and a sick hospitality…..

Peter wasn't present on the night of the accident… but he was responsible for identifying the bodies of his friends for the police, and he even remembers Kain's body being covered by a black blanket at the scene of the accident.

Who…. is this…. man?

The boyfriend's pupils narrow, forming small bands in Kain's blue eyes, his jaw clenched, and the creature holds himself back from opening his mouth and growling loudly, showing his teeth to scare the intruder but…. that's not something humans do. Then Kain puts a protective arm around the girl's shoulders, pulling her closer to his large body and maybe…. Yn noticed and found it strange how cold his body is, despite so many layers of clothes and jacket he's wearing. How his body holds her in a strange, sticky way, but when Kain wraps his arms around her tighter, she blames it on the cold wind of a summer night and forgets about it.

“It was an accident, it’s okay.” Almost robotically, Kain apologizes to the man who is on shaky legs, and with an intimidating hand he touches Peter’s shoulder, a gesture that should have been friendly and comforting if it weren’t for the terrifying voice the man heard in his mind:

Go away and be quiet.

It wasn't a question. It wasn't a suggestion. It was a clear order. An unspoken threat. The voice penetrated every nerve in the man's body with such imposition and dominance that the poor man could only nod and leave with his mouth open and eyes wide open, staggering automatically with the little strength he had left in his nearly paralyzed legs. Peter, who was already shaking with fear, felt like he might vomit when he looked into the creature's eyes. He realized that Kain had never had blue eyes, that Kain's body had disappeared and never made it to the morgue, and that no matter how drunk he was, there wouldn't be enough hard drugs to raise a dead person.

YN, who seemed inert to what had just happened, turned her head in an incredibly cute way to Kain.

"I thought you were going to ask him out too, for a drink or something." The young woman moves away slightly to look into Kain's beautiful eyes, already accustomed and distressed with being left aside when Kain's friends were involved, the 'good night, see you later' was already on the tip of her tongue, the bitter taste of probably being replaced again made her feel her feet on the ground.

Why didn't he talk to him properly? Why aren't they going out together?

She found it strange that she had been put first.

The creature's eyes become friendly again, becoming soft with the image of YN in his field of vision. Kain immediately realized that she was going to move away, close herself off emotionally and say goodbye, something inconceivable, and he pulls her back against his body, wrapping her in a full hug now. The man hugs her cozyly, and lowers his head to whisper in her ear:

"There's no better place I'd rather be than by your side." and a slow and calm kiss is placed on YN's cheek, Kain made sure to place it as if it were a concept that would be absorbed by the skin, like a desire embalmed in the brain, like an idea slowly making sense.

"I'm the one asking you: Where does the my princess want to go now?" he smiles thinking about the possibilities of exploring the new human world he was getting to know and all the memories he was creating with the girl.

YN realized that those words were strange and different from the boyfriend she knew, but when she inhaled Kain's masculine scent, she decided that yes, she loved the new version of her boyfriend.

And as if by magic, she was already floating again sighing in love like a teenager, seeing the world, as well as her cotton candy, pink and sweet.

It was a sunny afternoon, with golden rays that painted the grass, the trees and the sky with a beautiful sunset and touched YN's skin so gently and softly, that it almost asked her to stop for just a minute to appreciate the beautiful view of the sky.

What was she doing? She was walking in a lovely ecological park, with plants everywhere and an energizing breeze filling her lungs with each step, and after a busy week of work, all she wanted was to have peace and mental harmony to recharge her batteries today. But she was not alone. No. It has been a long time since she knew what it was like to be alone, to walk alone, to eat alone. Not when Kain entered her life again.

The tall, muscular man walks beside YN in immeasurable peace, the creature's skin was radiant and with a healthy glow, despite being stolen skin - the vertebrae, cartilages and skin adapted to Kain's muscles as something coincidentally and undeniably - beautiful, pretty, pleasing to the eye and mainly, perfect in YN's eyes. At some point, the girl stopped and sat on a nearby wooden bench. Taking a deep breath, she inhales… breathes… inhale… breathes. Kain follows her immediately, like an invisible collar preventing him from staying away from his beloved.

"I know someone who would love this place" - she says after a pleasant pause, observing the landscape and the lack of animals, she can't think of anyone better to enjoy this place

"Who?" he asks, his attention completely focused on her.

“There was a dog I always fed… a little black ball of fur with red eyes” the girl smiles at the memory while Kain takes a dry sip “But he disappeared after a while, you know? It’s been like… 3 weeks?” she thinks about the time she never saw the big dog again.

3 weeks.

Exactly the same amount of time the creature took on her boyfriend’s human form.

3 weeks of love and passion.

But he can’t help but wonder…..

“And you… do you miss him?” even though he has trained his vocal cords in this new body to not sound scary and inhuman, Kain can’t hide the slight hesitant tremor in his voice, fearing that the girl had connected the facts… or that the lack of the dog is something sad for YN. Maybe that’s why he tried harder to contain the smug smile that threatened to appear.

“Did he have a name?” Did you recognize him as yours? Was my other form already yours? excited, he already thought

“Oh no…. I only remembered him now.”

“Oh… and why didn’t you adopt him?” Why didn’t you let me be yours? That’s what he wanted to ask

“Snowball was afraid of him, I don’t know why” she took a deep breath and stared at the horizon with a distant and thoughtful look “But curiously, she disappeared after a while too, can you believe it?”

Oh yes he does.

Kain instantly swallows an imaginary ball of white fur. He remembers the night he tried to visit YN and when he tried to change shape to enter the house, the cat saw him transforming. This affected her so much that every time YN went to feed the dog at sunset, the nosy cat would try to get in front of her owner, meowing in a sly and affectionate way and other times in an aggressive way, throwing herself in front of her owner or knocking over the food, all to get YN's attention, all to prevent her owner from even opening the door and approaching the dog, all to keep the two away.

And the creature could not let that happen, no, not at all. So one night when Yn went out with her friends, the creature entered the house without permission, using the shadows to squeeze in and search with focused eyes where the cat was. Amid shrill meows, threatening growls and the sound of skin tearing, Kain ended the night with a full belly and the path clear for his beloved.

“It’s a shame, my dear. She was a beautiful cat, wasn’t she? I remember the pictures you showed me.” The cat with extremely silky fur was sticky in Kain’s throat, annoying and messy if you asked his humble opinion.

“I loved her, but I ended up losing both of them in the end.” YN crossed her arms and gave her boyfriend a small, sad smile

“Maybe, but…” he approached her side on the bench, putting his arm around her shoulder and wrapping her in a side hug while the other hand held her hand “But you got something better, didn’t you?”

“Oh, did I get it?” she teases him playfully

There’s no room for doubt in a relationship with Kain.

“Yes, you did…” he immediately squeezes her hand possessively, reinforcing that yes, she did win something better, and, intertwining their fingers and sharing the warmth, “Something better…” he whispers, slowly bringing his head closer.

As she is enveloped by Kain’s strange, pleasant scent and his loving gaze, YN allows herself to be vulnerable and let Kain take care of her, holding her cheek as delicately as fine china. She allows herself to accept starting over as she closes her eyes and finds the man’s delicious lips.

“You won something much better.” He momentarily separates from her lips to answer her “After all” he kisses her again “The dog or the cat could not take care of you as well as I do and…” kisses and more kisses are placed on her neck and jaw

“I would not share your attention, I will not share what is mine…” and then he kisses her lips again, this time, his confession brings to the kiss the taste of selfishness and possessiveness. If YN knew the story and the double meaning of his words, she would not find it cute or would be sighing with love.

But ooh… with Kain it is different.

Kain's kisses steal her breath and leave her with butterflies in her stomach, like seeds being planted in fertile soil, as her boyfriend tries to express his desires, wishes and feelings with each passionate and sensual touch, in a subliminal and almost naive way, trying to make YN absorb what he feels. Kain's kiss is the kind that leaves Yn's mind blank, with no thoughts about work, missing cats or dogs, and leaves her with only one single thought:

"Kain"

And for him, that is enough.

YN wakes up in bed… in the room she and Kain share.

She looks around, noticing that she is alone in the room and in her pajamas from the night before. She vividly remembers what happened before she passed out and the memory is frightening enough that she remains paralyzed in bed, not daring to remove the covers. Shivering. Sweating cold. And with irregular breathing.

Panic fills every vein and every thought, her mind seems like a whirlwind of unrelated thoughts. She feels like a prisoner of the bed, the sheets that were once so soft now seem suffocating. How will she get out? How will she get help?

Ok… let's go. Calm down and let's get out of this situation.

The first thing she notices around her is that she is alone in the room… so where is Kain?……. outside the room at least, and that is what she will work with.

She hesitantly tries to move her body to make sure that all her limbs are there and haven't been eaten. She moves her fingertips, then her hands and arms. Afraid of being found out, she moves her big toe, and when she manages to control it due to fear and trembling, she moves her foot and lifts her legs slightly, then twists them. Holding her breath, she touches her face with trembling, cold hands, afraid of what might have happened… but everything is here. Not a single eyeball eaten. Not a single nose out of place. Not a single ear torn off.

I'm in one piece… Okay. I'm not hurt…

Okay... Kain is out of sight…

....Okay. What to do now?

However, the room seemed strangely empty, with no apparent way to escape. This only increased the feeling of panic and despair that was taking over her. Noticing the deafening silence around her and in the house, she decides to remove the covers and get out of bed. Quietly, she puts her right foot on the ground as she looks everywhere. Then, even more quietly, she puts her left foot on the floor, staring at the doors and windows with wide eyes. Taking a deep breath, she manages to get out of bed… but… she feels strangely weak, she blames it on fear and takes another step… and another… and another… to the door.

The sound of the girl's heartbeat seemed to pulse with the same intensity as the door that was slowly opening. She felt a knot in her stomach, as the shadows stretched across the floor towards her.

She tried to remain calm and control her fear, but every inch that the door opened seemed to reveal a little more of the terror that awaited her in the hallway. She mentally prepared herself to face the unknown, but her mind was filled with nightmares.

The girl was completely taken by surprise when she opened the door and realized that the hallways were lit with a cozy light. She could hear the low sound of the TV on and a faint smell of cake coming from the kitchen, she heard someone stirring the pan too….

Someone is here….could it be him?

She stopped for a moment, trying to understand what was happening. Everything seemed normal, but at the same time. She wondered if everything was really okay or if there could be something more sinister behind it.

No… I… know what I saw. Kain is not what he seems… he is… a monster!

The sound of the door being opened was too loud and a female voice, turning down the sound of the TV, asked:

“YN, are you awake yet?”

It was the Boss.

YN stopped for a moment with her mouth open….and decided to remain silent, paralyzed. Without the slightest movement.

However, the Boss's voice came closer to the stairs.

“YN, come down here. Everything is fine.”

As if on adrenaline, the girl closed the door and walked back to the bed with quick, shaky steps and covered herself.

No… it's not her! It can't be her! This is his doing!

She held the covers up to her head and held herself back from crying. The fear was very real and overwhelming.

The minutes passed, it could have been seconds or much longer, but in YN's disturbed mind, it seemed like a painful eternity, she could hear nothing but the sound of her own heartbeat in her ear, and she refused to look at the door, not even out of the corner of her eye. Little by little, she fell asleep without wanting to…

She woke up not long after with a weight on her bed and a feminine hand caressing her, when she felt that she was no longer alone in the bed she woke up immediately and moved away from the presence.

"Calm down girl, it's me!" says the woman holding her by the shoulders in a solid comforting gesture.

The first thing YN notices is that the person's hands are still. That's a good sign.

"I found you passed out on the floor when I got here and brought you up here to rest." She strokes YN's hair and tucks it behind her ear in a graceful and delicate gesture.

The second thing YN notices is that the boss's clothes are very well pressed and dressed, her hair in an elegant low ponytail and her eyes…do they look normal?

“I’ll let you rest here and when you feel better, we’ll have a meeting downstairs, okay?” She smiles with her lips outlined in red lipstick, a warm and human smile, and YN, despite being incredulous about the situation, nods slightly and feels her once agitated heart calm down for now. For a moment, she questioned her own sanity, wondered if what she was seeing was an illusion of her own tired head, if it was somewhere between reality and dreams.

The girl watches the Boss leave the room barefoot and with… human steps.

Not robotic and ragged like the last time, when Kain took over the Boss’s body. But strangely human steps, light, delicate.

YN decides to rest for a while, closing her eyes and massaging her head while still lying under the soft sheets of the bed. Sometimes, anxiety is greater than fear. Like an annoying insect that appears from time to time to make an infernal noise, a little fly that with a well-aimed blow is dead. But in the dead of night it returns, maybe it was never dead and you missed the shot, or maybe it's its spirit returning as a ghost to curse you. You don't have an answer for that, but you know that at some point it will appear again and you will have to be prepared.

Some time later, with a clearer mind and a rested body, the girl gathers all her strength to go down the stairs and this time, she stops each of the air fresheners that Kain placed in the bathroom, the bedroom and the hallway. She didn't think much, and even though she wasn't sure, those air fresheners were part of a whole complex of illusions and control of the creature, she only knew that the smell, after everything was discovered, made her dizzy and strangely smiley, even giddy. She grabbed some toilet paper that was in the bathroom before leaving the room and used it just to cover the hole in the liquid air fresheners and put out the scented candles.

It wasn't an act from the best hunter in the world, but it was enough to make her feel more sensible and firm. Like a person stepping off a Ferris wheel touches the ground.

Each step was light and inaudible, each slow breath, each glance over her shoulder or at each step of the stairs was rethought at least three times before continuing and when she realized she was already halfway up the stairs, a slight victory allowed her to release the heavy breath she was holding in her chest when she could see that yes, the TV was still on the channel and there was no one on the couch.

However, when she reached the last step…

"Good night, dear, I see you're better."

The male voice that YN didn't want to encounter made the girl's body freeze immediately.

He says right at the kitchen door, wiping his hands on a dish towel as he smiles at her, his blue eyes roaming from head to toe, “I made some coffee and a cake for your meeting with the Boss, okay? Come quickly or it’ll get cold~”

The two are 2.5m apart, and all YN can think about is running down the stairs. The man reenters the kitchen, placing the plates and cups on the table, expecting the girl to follow him normally, which, as things stand, is what happens.

YN immediately regrets it because the scene in front of her is… terrible.

Her boss’s skin is stretched out on one of the chairs like a suit or a recently ironed garment is stretched out, her brown eyes are covered in dried blood in a cup, next to it is a huge furry skin, with black fur as dark as night and raised, paralyzed ears, this skin is like a huge carpet that covers the entire chair and next to it is… Mr. Thomas. The poor old man is gagged, blindfolded and hands tied. There is blood on his neck and YN is too scared to ask if he is dead or not.

“What… is this?” what the hell is this? was what her mind screamed, but her voice came out as an almost pathetic whisper, with wide eyes and her hand in front of her mouth, the girl holds back the flow of vomit that threatens to come out of her mouth and she thinks that yes, maybe it would have been better to have stayed in bed.

The man with a calm and impassive expression, had his back turned until now, turning to face the table, while serving a suspicious red cake in the center of the table.

“Red Velvet?” he raises his eyebrow and stares at the cake wondering if there was enough red or not for YN not to recognize that it would be a cake of the type “I followed the recipe on the internet, it should look like this.”

“You know that’s not what I’m fucking talking about.” She raises her irritated voice, perhaps the adrenaline gave her courage “What….” observing each of the bodies on the table she takes a deep breath and asks again “What does this mean Kain?”

“Oh…. them.” He cuts a piece of cake and places it on a delicate porcelain plate, which is immediately soaked in the disgusting red liquid from the cake, and hands it to Mr. Thomas, placing it right in front of him. “We talked about not keeping secrets from each other, and how we can’t keep our skeletons in the closet. And you’re right, as always. We can’t.”

There’s a heavy atmosphere in the kitchen, the lights are dim and almost off and they flicker from time to time, the bodies on the table stink and sometimes YN could swear she saw the Chief’s fingernail moving or the carpet’s ear shaking as if listening to them, Mr. Thomas’ chest rising and falling slowly. There’s a consequential and bubbling panic inside the girl, not knowing what’s real or a machiavellian work of Kain. She is still at the door in the kitchen, holding the doorknob on one side and the wall on the other, otherwise she would have fainted herself due to her legs turning to jelly, there are tears that blur her vision as the situation is addressed, it was not an insane nightmare, it was a terrible and overwhelming reality. One, that she does not know how to escape.

"I deduced that a warmer and more human approach would make you take the stairs." She spends 15 seconds staring at the Boss's skin and then he breaks the silence "And I was right, after all, I know everything about you." In another context, this sentence would draw a sigh of passionate love from YN, but now, it only draws a fearful sigh.

“Please sit down, my princess.” Noticing the silence and her staring at a specific body, Kain slowly approaches and asks her to sit on a chair, taking one from the table and offering it like a gentleman.

YN remains silent.

“Do you want your cake with coffee or with wine? I have some Cabernet Sauvignon here, you’ll love it, it’s a great combination.” He says, pulling a crystal glass and a wine from the cupboard, thinking that the girl would sit on the chair, but she didn’t even move from her spot, paralyzed in the kitchen doorway.

“You didn’t like the cake? Do you want me to make something else?” It was almost infuriating to hear his calm and sweet voice, because he ignored the bodies already exposed on the table, he ignored everything that wasn't his beloved.

"YN, what do you want?" he asks sweetly, smiling, hoping she would tell him what her sweet mouth desires today, and so he would. But the answer he heard was sharp and very unwelcome…

"No." She takes small steps towards him with a voice, although trembling, but determined "I… I want to get out of here, now."

"And where do you want to go, sweetie? Aren't you going to eat the cake?"

"That's enough, Kain!" she gets irritated and the agonizing cold that ran through her body is replaced by a fervor "Stop trying to pretend that everything is normal! There's nothing normal here!"

Kain's smile immediately drops, replaced by an indifferent expression. He crosses his arms and leans back in his chair, waiting for the questions he already knows YN will ask. After all, he knows her very well.

"W-what… what did you do to the Boss?" YN asks with tears in her eyes, remembering all the moments she spent with the Boss, the one who always welcomed her into the company and the city with open arms.

"She was a terrible and abusive boss. She didn't give you fair pay for overtime and charged you too much." He answers arrogantly, as if he had done her a favor by getting rid of her. His voice has become serious now that the mask has fallen. He sounds like anything but Kain.

"Liar! It's a lie and you know it." She stops looking at her boss's beautiful eyes, eyes that often understood her better than anyone else, eyes that aimed at YN's professional growth, eyes that brought back painful memories. "She was a fair boss, I never complained about her to you!"

"Fair? She was-”

“And…. What is that?” She forced her mouth to ask about the black rug on the chair. It wasn’t safe to ask or confide anything to Kain, who was still on the other side of the table, but this was her chance to understand what was happening.

“I thought I would recognize your little friend.” He snorted snobbishly, going behind the chair and picking up what YN thought was a strange sleeve, but the man reached inside and muscles came to life as well as the paw, which he adorably waved goodbye to her.

A chill ran down her spine as she connected the facts.

“You were…. The dog?”

It wasn’t the just the fact that the strange dog had transformed into this creature that scared her, which in itself was already scary to think about, it was the fact that he had been behind her and had been stalking her for a long, long time, watching her very closely, and she had played with and fed the dangerous being right in front of her…

“There comes a time when dogs want to be… more than just food-" They are interrupted by a cough from Mr. Thomas.

Is he alive? They both thought at the same time.

She would ask about what he is, about what he means, about the furs, but in the moment she hears a sign of life, hope springs to her heart.

"And him!? What did you do to him?!" She approaches Mr. Thomas with urgent steps, hesitantly running her hand over his face and neck, checking the slow but steady beating of the old man's heart.

"Better: what am I going to do to him."

The creature approaches YN. Now, with him under the light, she can see that his body is different, proof of what happened yesterday: His body, which was already tall, is enormous, almost beating the kitchen lamp, his arms and legs are also larger and slender, his hair, which was once so well styled in a vintage hairstyle, is now longer, loose and disheveled with a dirty appearance, almost resembling the hard and dull fur of a wild animal. There is a paler and bluer tone to his skin, the youthful appearance has now been replaced by something morbid and sickly, something neither so alive nor so dead.

"Let's make a deal."

The worst part is his eyes, YN thinks, they watch her like a wolf salivating with desire for its prey, from head to toe with an intensity that makes her feel naked and defenseless. Kain's beautiful blue irises were like a precious jewel, warm, human and inviting. But now that YN looks directly into his eyes, she realizes that the blue that had always enchanted her was now an ugly and cold blue, with a supernatural glow in them, something disturbing to look at for too long, and so she does, changing her gaze to anything other than his eyes, depriving him of the attention he so desired.

Something that certainly irritates Kain.

"YN, let's make a deal." The voice is imperative and supernatural, he brings a hand to the girl's chin abruptly, bringing the girl's attention back to him.

The fingers are cold and blue like a corpse, the long and sharp nails poking YN's skin and lips and… Up close like this, with their bodies so close to each other, she smells the disgusting smell of rotting flesh.

"I know we're not in the best of times in our relationship, so I'm going to give you a choice-"

"I...i-i want to leave."

"Calm down, sweetie, let me start, okay?" He presses a disgusting kiss to the girl's lips to make her stay quiet, his tone passive aggressive before returning to a threatening voice "I know my secrets weren't the best idea to come out right now, so let's play a game, okay?"

Sadistic son of a bitch

"If you can run to the flower shop before I catch you, I'll let you and Mr. Thomas live. And if you don't…" Kain whispers sensually in her ear while pressing his body against YN's "I'll eat the old man and you'll be back with me and under my control to do whatever I want." He smiles.

Sadistic. son. of. a. bitch.

Each word was spoken with intent and malice, purposefully to make YN's body go cold and an agonizing shiver run through his body, it hurt, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up and puncturing her skin like sharp needles. It was dangerous. A trap. And unlikely that she would succeed. But it was the only choice so far.

And just as Kain predicted, she accepted With an almost imperceptible nod of her head.

"Great, you have a 5 minute advantage." He said towering over her small form and kissing her on the lips

"Starting…. Now." He moves away from her and puts the marker on the kitchen clock.

Tik Tok….. And the girl stands still, her body refusing to move.

But that wasn't hers.

"Honey, shall we play? It's already counting down the time." He smiles with his teeth, many sharp teeth.

Tik Tok….

You took slow steps, your feet as heavy as a stone, your throat constipated with cotton and your vocal cords a knot. You inhaled and exhaled fear, each breath was a pain in some part of your body, as if it were tearing with each step away from…. Kain. Suspiciously away from Kain.

I need to get… to the door….. Get away from him…..

When you reach the door and leave the house it's as if you can breathe freely again and with a big breath and a last look back, you ran away.

The night was strangely weird, empty, it seemed to be just you and a big full moon in the sky. It must have been dawn, when humans sleep and even nocturnal animals stayed in their dens. There wasn't a single figure or lost soul to haunt you and tell you that at least you weren't alone. The only sound in the disturbing silence was YN's quick steps and accelerated breathing as paranoia chased her, it seemed like Kain's eyes were on every corner and window, in every shadow loomed danger the closer she got to the flower shop.

I'm almost there… Just a little more! Hold on!

You realized when you felt the grass in the garden that you were barefoot and still in your pajamas, and as you turned a corner while looking back you stepped on a broken glass in the trash can, falling to the ground.

"Aaaah!" You screamed in despair and pain, the shard had pierced you deeply in the foot, and the shrapnel injured you in the other parts of your foot.

You analyzed the situation between your blurred vision and irregular breathing. Your foot was bleeding a lot, the shards were everywhere and right in the middle was the biggest and deepest shard, it hurt a lot, like hell, and you couldn't get up.

"Woooo!"

Not that there weren't enough reasons to lift your head and move on. With wide eyes you identified that at the end of the block was the big black dog, Kain.

He found you.

Your five minutes of advantage were over.

In desperation you quickly got up and started holding on to the walls trying not to put your injured foot on the ground. Looking back with each step to make sure the thing was still far away, but he was fast. In a last look you noticed that he was only less than 100 meters away, for a wolf dog to cross that in seconds is fast, for a maniac and supernatural wolf dog to catch you is….

You refuse to finish the sentence.

But this gives you more desperation and motivation to get so close to the flower shop, already smelling the plants and the damp soil. You arrived and the pressure dropped when the door of the flower shop and when you went to open the door you saw that it was locked with padlocks.

No no no no!!!! How would you complete the game if you couldn't get in?

The creature could smell your blood, it was very close and barked as it got closer, it had modified the dog's skin before leaving, making it lighter and faster. Tricks and lies to get what it wanted. When you saw it approaching, you felt an adrenaline rush unlike any other and picked up a clay pot and threw it at the window, which broke the glass and the shards went everywhere and then you, YN, threw yourself through the window and inside.

"Aaaah!"

When you fell face down on the pieces of glass and some plants, many of them showed on the skin of your arm and belly, bleeding, hurting and burning, the broken and heavy porcelain and clay pots, the poisonous plants gave you hives. There were a lot of things. But one thing had become clear: you were inside the flower shop.

You won the game

Everything hurt when YN slowly turned around, her breathing steadying and a humorless laugh escaping her.

"Heh, I'm here….."

For a pathetic second, there was a relieving silence in the room, a second that allowed her to blink her eyes safely for the first time since she woke up.

"Woooooooo"

But only for a second.

The ferocious growl from the other side of the flower shop made her get up immediately, regretting it immediately afterward because of the pain. He was there, right in front of the broken window.

"I…" You took a deep breath and spoke quickly in a determined and victorious tone "I won! I've made it to the flower shop! You can't catch me here."

The creature quiete down. But a horrible sound of skin and bones rearranging permeated the place, YN saw nothing, besides the huge, furry skin of the dog being thrown to the floor like someone would throw dirty clothes.

"That's right, you've made it to the flower shop." The male voice said in an indifferent tone.

Another eternally long and silent second.

Until a figure appeared, illuminated by the streetlight, it was difficult to see anything beyond the sinister silhouette. The creature crouched down and entered through the window, ignoring the shards of glass and clay, stepping on them as if it were an insect, another reminder that whatever YN was dealing with was much stronger than her.

Get some light and see.

Listening to the voice of intuition, she grabbed an LED light used to treat some plant, something she had never found useful until now, and raised it as high as she could and put the power to the maximum she could to see what Kain was now.

The sight was macabre.

If the day he transformed was something bad, now it was worse.

(?)

"I arrived at the flower shop." She stated as she reminded him of what was said before, moving away from him as she leaned against the shelf.

"You have arrived."

He remained still.

"But I never promised anything." He smiled coldly as he approached the trembling girl the supernatural voice echoing through the flower shop was not even human "You never made me promise anything."

He never promised that I would stay alive. He never promised that the arrival was at the flower shop. He never promised that Mr. Thomas would stay alive. We didn't shake hands and he signed the contract. Never. He just let the words fly in the air and I, the foolish YN, organized them in the blanks.

I was the one who assumed that we were in an agreement. He never promised anything, but he got what he wanted: a cruel game of cat and mouse. The creature wanted to have the chance to hunt YN for the first time, to smell the fear in every pore of her skin, to smell the fresh blood circulating in her body, and to let hope keep her alive… So that in the end he could rip her life out with his own claws.

Oh no. Oh shot.

Reality was turned upside down once again and YN escaped words without even realizing it, her thoughts too fast for her brain to process.

"N-no! No please….. I've made it to the flower shop. I've made it. I'll survive…." She cried as she moved away from the hungry creature, stammering as the tears prevented her from seeing clearly. All she saw was the creature approaching, while she slowly walked to the back door, without even realizing it.

"YN."

A single word made her stop all her movements.

That voice again…. I won't let it!….

"Kain."

Unknown to YN, at this very moment a nun was praying for her in an old church in the city, holding tightly the wooden crucifix in her hand. The sweet and fearful Sister Martha cries as she asks God and her saints to have mercy on her dear friend, to reach out to a poor human soul, to give her light at the end of the tunnel. And perhaps it was divine intervention when she hit her back against an unlocked door.

Mr. Thomas was the last thought in her desperate head, but YN mentally thanked him for having decided to remodel the back of the store, leaving the door open and an opening to a vacant lot.

"YN." A single word made her stop all movements, restraining her, almost like an 'I wouldn't do that if I were you'

"K-Kain."

Then, the little voice in her head, the call of survival, shouted loudly inside her:

Turn on the lever.

With her eyes glazed over at the creature that was getting closer and closer, she noticed out of the corner of her eye a lever that Mr. Thomas turned on every night before leaving the establishment, two feet away from the light lever. What was it for? To kill pests? To fertilize the soil? It didn't matter. At that moment it would have only one use: to be a distraction.

This is my chance.

You held your breath as a cold sweat ran down your forehead, your muscles tense and ready to run. In one quick movement you turned on the lever, activating several showers and irrigation channels so that a mist of pesticides and agrochemicals quickly permeated the place as you walked out the door and pulled hard as you ran to the vacant lot.

You were bleeding. And your face contorted in tears and pain with each step.

The glass shards in your foot and arm were a constant reminder of human weakness and frailty, but at this moment adrenaline spoke louder, the need to survive kept the tears stuck in your throat and fear prevented you from stopping. You ran as fast as you could, which unfortunately wasn't far.

The creature, known in this form as Kain, was already weakened and unstable due to the use of mirtyr tea a few hours earlier. With the distraction of the pesticides, it caused burning in his open wounds and semi-transformed skin, making him cover his eyes while grunting in pain, his claws scratching the skin wherever he went. But one thing made him go crazy: YN had managed to escape.

Kain roared in rage and like a maddened beast, he got on all fours and ran towards the door, breaking it in one blow as he passed through it, making an explosive noise in the quiet night. This made you even more scared, a scream stuck in your throat as the possibilities ran out. The beast scanned the vacant lot and when he found your blood trail he ran towards you.

In 10 seconds he was already halfway there.

It was scary when he ran on all fours after you, his face turning into something monstrous, he didn't call out your name, he growled and drooled with hatred.

Could this be the end for you, YN?

In 5 seconds he was smelling your scent and almost grabbing your pajamas.

No no!

In a quick moment Kain brutally grabs you and both bodies fall to the ground. There is a cloud of dust and screams in the air, you are desperate how much you fight with all your strength to get away from him.

Kain has an epiphany at that moment.

He never wants to be separated from YN again. He tried to reconcile and it didn't work, the possibility of losing her again is a risk that should never be taken. He wouldn't survive a day without YN's arms or scent. Kain can't live without you anymore.

And what better way to always be with a person than by ingesting them?

Oh, how romantic. What a great form of devotion and intimacy! Wanting to consume someone completely and become one. Isn't that what marriage is all about? One body and flesh?

As YN screamed for help and mercy, Kain held her wrists above her head and thought contentedly about how he would express his intense love by placing his hands beneath her skin, by dressing her skin with care and delicacy and by rearranging each of her organs inside her warm body in a different way.

Oh, the honor of having his beloved living in the deepest parts of your body, guarding and protecting you with his own ribs. Would you let him rip out your still beating heart and stick it inside his rotten one? Or rather, would you let him eat your heart? After all, you love him, don't you? Kain licks his lips thinking he can finally taste her thoughts if he rips out her brain. Using her teeth as appetizers and the veins slowly unraveling the red and blue ones, sucking with his mouth as if it were noodles while intertwining the cold hand of YN's corpse with his.

Your intestines must taste different from everything he's ever eaten. He would eat in the temple of her body, with her belly still open and the strong metallic smell, he would drink her blood until there was nothing left, sucking and tearing the skin from the bones until there was nothing left. After all, being loved is being consumed entirely.

"Kain! Let me go!" Her desperate voice finally reaches his disturbed ears. "S-stop it! PLEASE! " He feels so happy he wants to cry and smiles.

He simply smiles and holds her face with one hand while holding the other, forcing her to look into his blue eyes. It's a determined and sick look.

A terrible, terrible panic, paralyzes you when you hear his next words:

“I love you,” he declares.

Kain approaches and kisses you with passion and hunger, biting your lips harder and harder until they start to bleed while you moan in pain. Two lovers indeterminately devouring each other.

After all, the kiss is the gentle beginning of cannibalism.

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micromys · 1 year ago

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Don't mind me, just coming down from the High of seeing the NieR: end of data orchestral concert -- and if you're going to see it, perhaps don't read farther than this if you want to preserve the experience.

I had wondered if the new script Yoko Taro wrote would be another post-game story, and indeed it was, which made me a little nervous for 2B and 9S because YT is the way he is. And I had reason to be, as it leads off with 9S and 2B traveling together, but each of them are preoccupied with the fact that 2B's black box is failing because of how it was damaged when A2 killed her. Naturally, being themselves, they try to keep this from each other, not realizing that they both know, obviously.

They end up on a journey to find stray transporters in order to stock up on replacement YoRha parts, but these transporters seem to be leading them to them purposefully, and every time they do find one, they are inundated with memories from the old world -- specifically, from the time of Replicant. They learn about the plague, about Nier, Kaine, Yonah and Emil, and about the Shadowlord. They even end up at the ruins of Emil's mansion (which sparked a gasp from someone near me in the audience).

2B is pretty resigned to her fate, but 9S gets more frantic, wishing he could give her his own black box, and they go through Many More trials and Many More memories before essentially ending up in chapel created by dying YoRHa soldiers, where 2B herself, naturally, also dies.

9S cries and curses and prays, asking if this is a punishment, and why, if it's indeed what it is, then was he not taken instead of her (though we know what happens in that particular scenario, thank you for the suffering, YT). 2B is saved, however, by the souls of the fallen YoRHa soldiers -- whose black boxes responded to 9S's pleas and filled in her damage with their own pieces.

Clinging to each other, they make it back into the sunlight -- 2B stating her one wish is to take away 9S's pain, and 9S stating his is to bring back her smile. Both agree that there's no meaning to the world, and that they are cursed, but that they are going to continue forward together and embrace the world anyway.

Which was all part of the performance of Weight of the World, interspersed with clips of all of their most important scenes together from the game. And I might have gotten a tad emotional, though not nearly as much as the dude sobbing behind me. Respect, dude.

And then Yoko Taro popped up, SO THERE'S THAT. Anyway it was a gorgeous show, loved it, 10/10 would suffer again, etc etc, I'm glad 2B and 9S are still getting to keep the change to live their own lives even if YT isn't exactly going to make it easy for them along the way.

Or me.

#nier #nier automata #2B #9S #2b9s #nier end of data spoilers

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meirimerens · 3 months ago

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hello . i have been scrolling through your inherent the earth/khan/notkin etc tags and rotating them in my mind and i love the idea of notkin+catnip+dandy playing music on just vibes and daniil coming to the town -> seeing them -> tries to give them sheet music. do you have any more thoughts on da music players.. would they learn it eventually or would daniil just have to iron grip his mind and upbringing to jam w them.. would murky or sticky interest themselves in playing music afterwards..

hiiiiiii ^_^ thankyou for checking out one of the better tags on this blog i ♥ the works i have in it. the annoying the orphaned and the inflammatory-arthritic shall inherit the earth. also whatever is going on between these two.

as gar as Music goes :

frankly i don't think dankovsky would Try of his own volition to give them sheet music that's not something i think he does. for multiple reasons 1) when he comes back to the town he Has Other Things To Do (wink wink etc. but also he lends a hand to the burakh medical practice) than try to teach orphans solfège 2) He Fucked Around And Found Out Last Time what it did to get into the normal functioning of the town (including its inhabitants) so he's like Let me let them.

however comma i think some kids would come to him to learn. main (and perhaps only) one is Catnip to me. she's the Good Handwriting Bad Grammar half of the duo she makes with Dandy who i decided in my head is her brother so she can write down a music sheet pretty good. + i think she hangs out with capella (my lore) as a grown-up and capella is a sheet music type of girl. dandy might follow he's the Bad Handrwiting Good Grammar so he's probably already prone to #understanding sheet music a bit better. notkin is completely uninterested he's been playing music by ear/Vibes Only since he got into the streets age 7 he's not interested in being academic about it. he's never been interested in being academic about anything. i still hold that the kids will try to get dankovsky to play with them but when he mentions "what do we play and how can i follow do you have a sheet" they're like What is this guy on about. they just make stuff up eventually or start by following by ear music that dankovsky might play on the record player he brought back to town. the only other one who could be/is sheetmusicpilled is khan who has been pianopilled from an early age to me. both of the kain children actually but maria does it wildmode.

murky is uninterested in the playing/learning of music she has her own thing (going outside and pacing, medicinal herbs, Prolonged Grief Disorder Therapy by hanging out at Shekhen where Taya is growing up), she loves listening to it though. sticky is uninterested in the playing/learning of music he has his own thing (medicine), he loves listening to it & dissecting the records player to find out what's inside though. i think that's something he and khan not-really-bond (sticky still can't stand his ass) over because khan loves himself the new century's technologies of record players, cameras, the telephone,...

mostly it's less the Kids Playing Music With Dankovsky, and more Dankovsky Playing Music With The Kids. he slithers his cello line into something they've already practiced for years and it's one more to the group.

#allô (answers)#batautism #inheriting the earth patho tag #<- it's a good one i like what's in it

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 1 year ago

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Built a haven for your love (until I let you fall apart)

Mihawk x reader. NSFW!!

This fic is part of the Beast in Black series.

Note - 13/11/2023: I have edited the fic to delete a brief, completely unimportant reference to Kain, the reader's past lover, in order to focus on other, more important characters.

*****

What I wanted to ask you is... do you wanna have a baby?

Dracule Mihawk doesn't have friends; he hasn't had any for a long time, maybe since he was still a child and forming bonds with school mates was almost inevitable. He knows, without guilt or embarrassment, that the fault is largely his own, since approaching him requires a certain courage, given his intimidating figure, not to mention his reputation; he prides himself on the fact he has never hurt an innocent, least of all voluntarily, but many people don't even need to know about his activities and his deadly ability as a swordsman to perceive he is not the sort of man you could invite to join you at the bar.

He is fine with that; truthfully, he is happy with that, since he has always preferred his own company to that of others; perhaps it is presumptuous of him, but most people bore him in the best of cases... and get on his nerves in the worst. At best, he has a few acquaintances he doesn't mind meeting, like Shanks (even though he doesn't consider the Red-Haired pirate a worthy opponent anymore, given the loss of his arm)... or you.

Your acquaintances goes back a long time, after a chance meeting soon after the beginning of your respective carreers. A swordsman who had challenged him was killed by you the day before they had agreed to meet for their duel; you apologized for stealing his adversary, and offered to split the bounty as compensation, but Mihawk declined, convinced that the fact that the other swordsman had been so easily killed made him an unworthy opponent, so in a way you had spared him a waste of time. You parted (somehow) amicably, and that had been your last encounter for years, until you had both allied yourself with the Marines, him as one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea and you as a mercenary, both not exactly on the World Government's payroll but still regularly called upon to carry out assignments suited to your particular talents.

You have never exactly looked for each other, but for some reason you have met often and regularly, both at the Marine HQ and wherever your travels would bring you. You are extremely capable at what you do, proud of your abilities and accomplishments without lapsing into boastfulness, smarter than many of the people he has to deal with and a pleasant company when the two of you find yourselves killing time with a glass of wine as you wait to meet Vice-Admiral Garp. Mihawk... likes you, in a sense, a feeling that is in part respect and in part a fondness he can't describe; it is pleasant talking to you, you never get on his nerves like many people do, and he can't help admiring the bravery, stubbornness and resourcefulness that have made you the best mercenary in the four seas, capable of hunting down whoever you are pursuing across land and sea and dispatch them, accurate, relentless, and inexorable. He wouldn't say he looks forward to seeing you, but you are one of the few people he doesn't mind meeting, and is pretty sure you feel the same.

That is how things are between the two of you; such they have been for years, and such Mihawk expects them to remain for the foreseeable future... until today. Until your proposal, and since he has been a boy very few things and people have been able to surprise him, but this... this really takes the cake.

"Is it good to see you; it's been a while." you say, receiving a nod in response. A small, well-lit chamber in the Marine HQ is used as a waiting room for officers and civilians waiting for a meeting or to be received by a superior, and this is where the two of you have met, having both come to the HQ for your own affairs; you seemed happy to see him, and he had accepted your invite to sit and enjoy a glass of wine, that you had languidly ordered to the first cadet who had walked past you.

"It has."

"Are you leaving or returning?"

"Returning; I have to report to Garp." Mihawl explains as he makes himself comfortable on the chair; he has not fully carried out the task he had been assigned, since the young pirate who has inherited Shank's straw hat is still at large, but he is not worried of the repercussions; after all, he is not the Marines' lap dog, the Vice-Admiral's even less "Yourself?"

"Just received my new assignment; I'm leaving for the North Blue in the morning. Just killing some time until my dinner reservation." you elaborate; one of your many guns (you always have no less than four on your person, from the long rifle you carry slung over your shoulder to a tiny but deadly pistol you keep hidden in the wide sleeve of your shirt) is placed on your lap, together with the rag you have used to polish it until the arrival of your drink "So, what keeps the greatest swordsman in the world busy these days?"

You listen intently as he tells you about Zoro, a young and impulsive adversary he nonetheless is sure will one day will be worthy of his attention, and then you tell him about your latest quarry: a man who, knowing you were pursuing him, had hidden in a ball-room full of people during a dance, confident that the quick-moving throng around him would make it impossible for a sniper to aim. He didn't have the time to realize how wrong he was when you, hanging upside-down from a lamppost across the street, shot him through a window in the middle of a valzer, your bullet brushing against his partner's cheek without hurting her and passing through his skull from his left orbit.

"Impressive." Mihawk says; he doesn't tell you he could count the people who have earned such a compliment from him on the fingers of one hand, but you smile, clearly flattered.

"Thank you."

For a couple minutes, the only noise in the room is the soft song of the backwash filtering through the windows; you seem... pensive, Mihawk thinks, not sad but vaguely tense as you sip your wine, as if there were a problem you can't find a solution for.

The only other people present in the room are a trio of captains arguing over a map on the table in front of them; coming in, they have glared at both of you, as if unhappy to see a couple of miscreants like you, a pardoned pirate and a woman who kills for money, among them, but both you and Mihawk have ignored them. He sees a look of satisfaction on your face when finally the three uniformed officers leave; as soon as you are alone, you look at him.

"May I ask you something?"

Mihawk looks back; this is why you were anxious, he realizes. Even though you try to maintain a calm, almost casual tone, the tenseness is still clear in your eyes and in your ramrod posture, and in the way in which you almost subconsciously grip the gun in your hands, not to point it against him but because it makes you feel safer and more in control.

It is the same for him; otherwise, no matter how confident he is in his capacities as a swordsman, he would not sleep with Yoru under his bed... and the Kogatana under his pillow.

"You may." he concedes; not of course, or tell me everything, because such expansiveness is as far from his personality as it is possible to be, and you know it well. But he knows you as well, and because of this, he is willing to listen; he has no idea what you may want to discuss (maybe a partnership for a particularly challenging task? If so he might humour you, if the quarry is interesting. He wouldn't mind seeing you at work) but he must admit, he is curious... just a little "What is it?"

You breathe in, like a diver ready to jump; you don't lack courage, and still, for a moment Mihawk expects to hear you say "It doesn't matter." and leave it there.

You don't.

"I would like to ask you... if you'd like to have a baby with me."

*****

You can't remember ever being so nervous, even though he is the last of a long list of men you have approached (but after all, none of them were like the one sitting in front of you; none, you have come to suspect, could ever be), but when you look at Mihawk, who after a whole minute has yet to utter a single word, you feel a smile blossoming on your lips.

"Are you surprised? I should be proud, I left the infamous "Hawk Eyes" Mihawk speechless..."

"Is this a joke?" he inquires, and you would have to be deaf to ignore the threat in his voice; your smile disappears, as quickly as it had come.

"Absolutely not; I know you are not the joking sort, and this matter is extremely important to me. Give me five minutes and everything will be clear."

He doesn't answer, not even with a nod, but he remains where he is, silently allowing you to go on, and you swallow, your mouth suddenly as dry as if you hadn't had a sip of water in days. You are not afraid of him (not actively, at least; he could probably kill you, if he tried, but you know he is not the sort of man who needlessly resorts to violence for the simple pleasure to hurt others... and maybe, just maybe, your long acquaintance will grant you a little of his patience) but probably you'd have been better off keeping him out of your little plan. After all, there are so many other candidates, healthy men whose cooperation you could secure with a bought drink and a bit of sweet talking; involving him (a man you know, and respect, and because of this who you feel obliged to be honest with, not to mention it would be hard to keep him in the dark regarding your plan, since you meet semi-regularly) is unnecessarily complicated... but at the same time something in your heart, a tiny voice you have stopped listening to eight years ago, tells you that this is the right choice, he is - for your future child, and maybe for you as well.

"I don't think you know this, but I am the heir of a noble house." you begin "My family rules over an island in the North Sea. It is nothing special, tiny compared to many others similar domains, but the soil is fertile and we have trade agreements in place with many other kingdoms and cities; about fifteen hundred people live on the island, and my family has governed them for more than ten centuries. It is a very beautiful place, with a mild climate and a luxuriant nature."

Silence.

"Sorry, sometimes I get carried out when I talk about my home. Anyway, I am the only heir to the family; I have no siblings and my mother is too old to have other children, which means that the responsibility to ensure the continuation of the family lineage falls on my shoulders. Because of this, I have decided it is time for me to bear an heir who will one day rule our home; and because of this, I need someone to sire a child for me."

Silence again, and you know him well enough to know that Mihawk never utters three words if one is sufficient, nor does he appreciates useless talk from his interlocutor, so you force yourself to keep silent as well, feeling your heart beating fast enough to hurt. The worst he can do is refuse your offer, which would be disappointing (it would really be, you realize in your heart; a bitter, deep disappointment) but not an insurmountable problem, and you'd be free to look for another donor, but still, you find yourself holding your breath as you wait for an answer. Why do you feel like this?, you wonder; he is just one man, one you have grown deeply fond of in the years since your first meeting and whose blood would undoubtedly produce healthy, strong and attractive offspring, but suddenly you feel desperate to receive a positive answer, and you don't know why. Is it because after five years, you're starting to lose hope? Or because you know how embarrassing it would be, to think back to his refusal when you would meet Mihawk again in the future? Or maybe...?

"Don't noble families require a member to be married in order for their children to be eligible to inherit?" the man in front of you suddenly asks "I seem to understand you are not asking for my hand."

"I am not; what I would like from you is to get me pregnant, that's all. It is true that the children of unmarried couples are often forbidden from inheriting, especially in the case of a noble family, but things are different in my island. Marriage is often just a formality and a personal choice, and no large difference exists between couples who actually tie the knot and those who don't, nor between the treatment given to their children. A blood relationship with the ruler, or their heir, is enough to ensure suitability as far as the inheritance of the fief is concerned; I could technically adopt a child from another family, but their position would be less solid. I have no siblings or other close relatives: if the child is born from my womb, there will be no reason to doubt their qualifications." you explain, secretly relieved Mihawk has not refused your proposal already but suddenly wishing you could exchange the average red wine in your glass for a sip of cool water "So... are you interested?"

Silence - again, and this time it is clear to you Mihawk is reflecting on your words, something you can't blame him for, and obviously this is the sort of proposal you can't decide on in a matter of minutes, not to mention he is clearly the sort of man who likes to meditate on what he does, but at the same time you can't take it anymore... the silence is going to kill him.

"Mihawk, please." you murmur. For a moment you are about to rest your hand on his over the table, an innocent contact to lend more weight to your words, but thank all the Gods you stop yourself in time since, good acquaintances or not, in a heartbeat you'd probably find your hand amputated by the little blade hanging from Mihawk's neck "Tell me what you're thinking."

His eyes, until now focused on the wine in his glass, move to you, and for the first time since you remember, you need to make an effort to hold his gaze, not because of his eyes, whose colour actually reminds you of a bird of prey, rather because of the intent behind them: he is observing you like a scientist studying an interesting experiment, and it is not pleasant.

Stop it now, you're about to say, but once more, you force yourself to hold your tongue; you are not afraid of him, you have never been, but after all you're trying to earn his collaboration.

"I have a few questions." he states in the end, folding his hands on his lap.

"Understandable. Please ask."

"Why are you asking me?"

"Well, you're not my first choice." you confess, immediately aware those words don't precisely convey your thoughts; you glance at him, suddenly curious to know if he found them offensive, but Mihawk's face is as expressive as the wall behind him "I mean, I have started trying to conceive five years ago, and consequently it was then that I have started searching for a donor. Until now, I have chosen men I didn't previously know; I made sure they were healthy, because obviously I want my child to be physically and mentally sound, and young, since at a certain point age results in a decline of fertility. But now..."

"Now?"

You shrug. "I don't know. I am tired of sleeping with men I don't even know and don't feel attracted to; seducing them is not easy, since I have never been good at flirting, and I can't help feeling guilty when some of them ask to see me again. With you it would be different, and this is why I am coming clean about my real intent; with the others I didn't, and not simply because we meet regularly and you would notice I was pregnant and suspect the child was yours. I know you are in excellent health, and since I want what is best for my child, I'd be happy if they inherited your skills and strength of character."

"I see."

He seems uncertain - he is uncertain, you realize, maybe like it rarely happens in his life; but he is actually considering your proposal, which is already more than you felt confident about.

"What if I wanted to be part of the child's life?" he says after a while "And what if they were not fit to rule your island? Healthy parents can have sick children as well."

"Do you think I would put aside my child simply because...?"

"Answer me."

In your heart you can't blame him for asking, rather the fact that he wants to make sure the child will be taken care of does him credit; he doesn't seem the sort of man who dreams of fatherhood, but after all he deserves to have his say on the matter. So you tell him that your child will have to be raised on your island, since it will be necessary for them to know the land and the people they will one day have to rule, not to mention to receive the necessary education, but nothing forbids their father to spend some time with them, either there or wherever else. "You could visit our island as often as you want, or they could visit you; I'm sure you'll keep them safe. On the other hand, if you wished to have nothing to do with them, I would respect it; I would also keep your name a secret, if you so desire. And whatever happens, even if, Gods forbid, our child got sick or something actually made him unfit to rule, I would still take care of them at the best of my ability. I don't want you to think they would be a means to an end; I don't want a centuries-long lineage to end with me, and I know of my duties towards my island, but... but I do want a child. I want to become a mother, I have for a long time; and there is nothing I would not do to defend my child, not after...

... after what I have been through. After I failed once already.

"... after wanting it for so long."

Silence. Again. You are still clutching your wine glass, hard enough to break it you realize, and as you place it on the table between the two of you Mihawk is still deep in his thoughts, his fingers intertwined on his knee; after a while (you have practically stopped breathing) he opens his mouth to talk...

"Hawk-eye Mihawk? Vice-Admiral Garp is waiting for you."

You have nothing against the cadet who has just joined you at the table (a young, short man with pink hair and round glasses) but you find yourself glaring at him, wishing he had better timing. Mihawk doesn't try to hide his dissatisfaction either.

"I will be with him in a moment." he says with an hand-wave, as if to dismiss the messenger; for a moment the cadet looks as if he's about to say something, before wisely deciding it really is not worth it, and leaves the two of you alone.

Mihawk stands; in a moment, he has retrieved Yoru from the wall he had placed it against and he has placed it on his back, the movement as fluid and apparently effortless as those of a dancer. "I will think about it." he says; he doesn't add I promise or anything of the sort, but you can trust him (you do already) and you know it, and because of this, you smile.

"I know you will. Thank you; thank you for listening to what I had to say." you say, and then he leaves, and you pour yourself another glass of wine, still thirsty but aware you need more than water to recover.

*****

The sight of the sun disappearing beyond the horizon, the flame-red ball seemingly drowning in the dark waters of the sea, is still breath-taking; Mihawk loved it when he first took the sea as a young man, and while no one could ever consider him a romantic (not that many people know him well enough to get an impression of his personality, but still) he finds it equally charming now, so many years later.

The harbour is almost empty around him, a few sailors who hurry to secure their boats before retiring, while the Marines doing the night shift cross the paved path behind him to reach their post. A gentle wind has risen, the white feathers on Mihawk's hat and the tails of his coat barely stirring; he doesn't notice, so focused he is on the spectacle taking place as every day in front of him... and on the surprising proposal he has received four hours ago.

(name) has amazed him; that he has to give her. He would have never imagined her in the role of the scion of a noble family, given her collected but friendly personality, completely devoid of the conceit and sense of superiority so common among the few World Noble he has crossed path with, but at the same time, it isn't hard to imagine her drafting laws or collecting taxes in the little corner of world her family has ruled over for so long. How did a woman whose destiny had undoubtedly been prepared for her since before she was born (Mihawk had no doubts about it, given the care (name) herself had already taken programming the future of their child) end up working as a mercenary? Is her fief so impoverished she needs to raise funds to take care of her people? Or is it simply an hobby to pursue while the previous generation still rules... ?

Their child. The thought appars, sudden and unbidden, in his mind, and Mihawk finds himself struggling to breathe for a moment. He has never given much thought to a possible future paternity, and during his (very sporadic, at least in the last decade) sexual encounters he has always made sure to avoid the risk of pregnancy. Still, the idea of having a child with (name) is... intriguing. He has no doubt she would take care of her progeny in the best way possible, and while he has never considered himself an ambitious man, the prospect of contributing to perpetuate a centuries-long lineage is... pleasing; also, should the child demonstrate an attitude for swordsmanship, he could take them on as an apprentice and bequeath them his knowledge and capacities...

And then there is the other thing. The fact he is almost embarrassed to admit even in the privacy of his own heart, the small but not insignificant detail that has caught him off guard like no adversary has ever done since he was thirteen: the warmth that has filled his belly, and the area below that, when the mental image of him and (name) conceiving that child... the two of them naked, in bed together... blossomed in his mind.

He shouldn't feel embarrassed, let alone distressed, because of that. He is an adult, having thoughts and desires of a sexual nature is perfectly normal, and he has no troubles admitting, at least privately, that (name) is an attractive woman; he surely is not the first man to be attracted to her.

... am I? Attracted to her? I have never thought about her in such a way, let alone about the two of us together; and there was nothing lascivious in the way she discussed her proposal. She wasn't trying to... to seduce me, she asked for a favour but it was more akin to a business deal. Then why am I feeling like this?

He sighs, his eyes still focused on the darkening expanse of the sea. The whole matter is probably harmless, but delicate enough to potentially cause troubles down the line; but after all, what would they have to fear? The idea of becoming a father is not so unpleasant after all, he and (name) are both adults and have the sort of relationship he is confident would not suffer after the end of their... tryst. At worst, they will spend a few pleasant hours together; at best, they will have something precious to carry out their lineage once their time is over.

It is getting darker by the minute. Mihawk remains still, his svelte figure cloaked by the night, witnessing the sun disappearing under the sea.

*****

Dinner was nice. If there is a positive side in your visits to the Marine HQ, besides the thousands of berry you are paid every time you successfully carry out an assignment, is the possibility to visit the city's establishments, among which many world-class restaurants; after all, Admirals cannot always dine in the mess hall, and while you'd be content to taste your island's local cuisine for the rest of your days, sometimes it's nice to have a little variety.

Now, your belly pleasantly full, you are sitting cross-legged on the bed in the inn room you have booked for the night, still busy polishing your weapons, like you do at least once a week. A few of them (a couple of revolvers, customized to hold up eight cartridges instead of six; a carbine with a barrel longer than your leg, that you took as a souvenir from the last man you killed; an ancient varmint rifle you regularly use to hunt larger preys than badgers and boars; and your personal favourite, a beautiful, muzzleloading derringer, your name engraved on the ivory butt, that you always hide under your pillow before going to sleep) are neatly arranged on the duvet in front of you, waiting for their turn. You are singing softly under your breath as you clean the barrel of a gun from the drops of blood left by your latest quarry, when an unexpected noise comes to disturb your concentration: a discreet, soft but resolute, knocking on the door.

You haven't told him what inn you're staying in, nor were you thinking about your discussion at the Marine HQ. Still, you immediately know who it is, as sure as you are of your own name, and when you stand from the bed, the way your hand immediately moves to grasp the derringer is more out of habit than because of a potential danger, and the way your legs are suddenly shaking might be because you stood all of a sudden after more than an hour spent cross-legged, or maybe not...

You force yourself to cross the room. "Who is it?" you ask in a deliberately questioning tone. You would recognize the firm, vaguely husky voice filtering from the other side of the door everywhere, even without the soft whisper of the name of his owner. A moment later you have pulled the handle towards you, and you and Mihawk are face to face, again after just a few hours, but suddenly you feel, and he looks, as if it everything had changed - as if you had.

"Hello."

"Good evening." Mihawk greets you; he is not smiling - if he ever did, you think, the world would probably stop turning on its axis "Is it too late? Am I disturbing you?"

"Of course not; please, come in."

He looks around him as you close the door, unhurriedly examining the weapons on the bed, the folded clothes on the tiny desk, the boots you have taken off as soon as you returned in a corner; and then he looks at you, and for a moment you forget how to breathe.

You feel his gaze on the back of your head as you retrieve your weapons from the bed and neatly place them on the desk, except for the derringer, which is simply moved to the bedside table; you haven't been anywhere, not even in the privacy of your own room at home, without a loaded gun within easy reach ever since you were ten, and you don't intend to start now.

"Please, make yourself comfortable." you invite him, and a moment later Mihawk is sitting next to you on the bed, Yoru resting against the wall, and you feel yourself smiling softly at him, still unbelieving you are actually here - with him.

As you dined (and wined; you immediately stop drinking alcohol after one of your trysts, well aware of the dangers for the baby you each time hope has been conceived in your womb, but the only silver lining to getting your period once more is that you can start again, if only to drown your sorrows) you had started regretting involving Mihawk in your plan. While it is true that you're tired of sleeping with men you don't even know, much less like, and that any child would be lucky to inherit his gifts, the choice of an acquaintance as a donor is potentially even more complicated; first of all, he is aware of what you plan on doing, which means that it will be next to impossible to fully exclude him from your child's life, should the need arose. One of the reasons you are an excellent mercenary is that you are resilient and stubborn enough to follow your quarry to the other end of the world and back, without giving up until your bullet is in their brain or heart and their bounty in your pocket, but you know no one and nothing, barring perhaps death, could ever keep Mihawk away from something he is keen on. You are more than willing to let him be part of his child's life, and you don't think he would ever hurt them, but still, who knows what could happen...

And then, there is another reason, one it is hard to explain logically. What had become as a simple business proposal (this is what you had intended it to be when you spoke to him, you could swear it on your mother's life) has quickly become something else, something more delicate and less rational, all of it in the few minutes you and Mihawk spent discussing it, and then later you couldn't help reflecting about it, wondering what he thought about your proposal and whether he would accept it, as you enjoyed your dinner.

Having a child with Mihawk... and more specifically, Mihawk putting a child inside you. You have forgotten (it has been a mistake, a simple and natural failure to recall a relatively small detail during an already complex discussion. You didn't do it on purpose!) to tell him there is no need for the two of you to sleep together, artificial insemination is a common occurrence nowadays and the doctors on your island are more than capable. It would be much easier the other way, but honestly, you hadn't meant to suggest... to give him the impression that you wanted to...

You chided yourself for your forgetfulness, in case that was actually a dealbreaker for him and Mihawk would not think to propose a less invasive procedure himself, and then... and then it was as if you couldn't stop thinking about it, thinking about him... and how it would be, what it would feel like. You'd have nothing against it... quite the opposite, actually, you realized as you emptied the wine carafe on your table and asked the waiter for another.

Mihawk is an attractive man. Extremely attractive, actually, especially if one looks beyond the menacing look, deadly reputation, and the huge sword on his back (or, if one is actually attracted by that sort of man. You might.. not not be.) to notice his elegant and athletic figure, the chiseled features of his face, the well-styled beard and hair... even his eyes are exceptionally beautiful, that deep, penetrating yellow gaze that actually reminds you of a bird of prey. You have no idea whether he has a partner or not, but you'd be ready to bet he doesn't lack in admirers... even though approaching him would require no small amount of courage.

You have known him since you were barely more than a girl, and met him regularly for years, and you have never thought about him like that, never even realized how handsome he is. Or rather, you were aware of the fact (after all, you are not blind!) but somehow subconsciously, never paying attention to the fact. You have already slept with many partners you were not attracted to and you could easily do it again, Mihawk' strong body and swoon-worthy face change nothing, but... but...

Who knows what kind of lover he is, and he would be with you. Generous, attentive to his partner's pleasure as well as and maybe even before his, or egotistical, the sort of man who doesn't even look at you in the eyes and tries to avoid even kissing you? What is his favourite position? Your guess would be something that allows him to be the dominant part in the rapport, given his forceful personality and no-nonsense attitude, but for so many people the face they show to the world is different from the way they live their intimacy, and maybe when he is with a partner (someone he trusts, someone he can be himself when he is with... why were you suddenly picturing yourself in that role?!) Mihawk likes to surrender control, to relax and let someone else take care of and decide for him. If he is with a woman (again, in the thoughts that had quickly become a full-blown fantasy, not simply any woman) does he like to be ridden, or to push her against a wall and lift her legs around his hips? Does he like to receive oral? Or... or... to give it? Does he grunt, moan, sigh, scream, his partner's name or to express his pleasure, or is he silent just like his normal taciturnity would suggest...? What does his body look like, under the elegant but austere clothes he favours? What does his...?

This, and much more, is what you couldn't help reflecting about at dinner, and then during the little walk you took to return to the inn, and even later, as you killed time with the upkeep of your weapons, those thoughts persisted in your mind, so much that you started fearing you wouldn't be able to fall asleep... or that you would go from thinking to dreaming about him.

Is this due simply to your proposal, and the fact that you did ask him to get you pregnant? After all there already is an emotional, no matter how distant, bond between the two of you, and you're still a sort-of-young woman with a heart and not a stone in her chest. Or were these feelings already part of you, hidden until you had reason to reflect on the fact that this business deal could actually turn out to be much more pleasant, not to mention complicated, than you had thought...?

Whatever the truth may be, the man who is the source, and the cause, of your emotional turmoil is now sitting next to you, on your bed, to further discuss your proposal, and no matter how many times you have risked your life since you were just a girl, no matter the coldbloodedness you have acquired during your years as a mercenary, no matter how many men you have slept with since you were sevevnteen, you are trembling, like a young girl before her first kiss, and suddenly you are not sure what would be better, if he refused your proposal... or if he accepted it.

Because of the baby, and not only that.

You have remained lost in your thoughts for several minutes, which is perhaps deplorable when someone has come to talk to you, but Mihawk seems fine with your silence; actually, he looks as pensive as you feel.

"I thought about your... proposal." he finally says "And I'm willing to accept it, provided you agree with my conditions. I'll give you a baby, or at least I'll do my best trying."

A hundred other men would have accompanied those words with a saucy look; a thousand others would have blushed, or stammered, or betrayed embarrassment due to the delicate, intimate nature of the deal they are accepting. Not Dracule Mihawk; he looks as rational and dispassionate as if he were buying an umbrella during a sudden downpour to discard it as soon as it stops raining, something he needs to do but he is relatively unconcerned about. And once more, you're not completely sure how that makes you feel.

What you know, is the answer he deserves. "Thank you. I... Thank you so much. I am truly and deeply grateful, you don't know how much this matters to me." you say; you are not stammering, but you know he can hear the depth of the emotions filling your heart in your voice: happiness, gratitude, relief, and trepidation. All he can do is try, there is no guarantee he can actually get you pregnant, and the list of failed attempts you have left behind you is as long as your arm, but still, you have a good feeling about it... and even if the two of you failed, you feel suddenly sure you won't consider it a wasted effort "You spoke about conditions. Tell me everything."

Mihawk's first request is to keep his involvement in the conception of your child a secret; in other words, nobody has to know he is the one who got you pregnant, not even the child themself, at least for a while. "Even though I am technically an ally of the World Government now, I have a certain number of enemies in the world, people who could try to hurt me or lure me out through those closest to me. I have no doubt you would do everything you can to protect your child, but I'd feel safer if no one knew. Unless, of course, this would be cause of... embarrassment for you, on your island..."

"It won't be." you assure him; many at home will undoubtedly be curious about the identity of your child's father, but the law says your heir must be a child of your blood, without any particular requirement about the other parent, so that won't make any difference "I promise I'll keep it secret, if you wish. Anything else?"

Mihawk's second request is even simpler: for you to immediately tell him whether you are pregnant or not, as soon as you know for sure. He is a patient man, but since the matter you are discussing about is particularly delicate, he'd rather not be left wondering.

"Of course. It will take about a month, you can probably guess why; should I miss my period, I'll go to my doctor, and then I'll inform you of the results, whatever they are."

"Very well."

Silence falls between the two of you, and you're suddenly aware of the still purely platonic, but somehow compelling intimacy surrounding you: you're alone, for the first time in the many years of your acquaintance, sitting on a bed, discussing about matters that concern you both deeply. Mihawk looks as relaxed and in control as ever, so maybe for him this is simply a favour he is doing you and an investment that could come in handy one day, or maybe not, you think as you search for something, for an emotion of any kind, in his beautiful yellow eyes, and could swear you actually find it, maybe that is simply a facade he is used to present to the world, and in the privacy of his heart, he feels exactly as you do...

"Anything else?"

"Not on my part, no. I'm sure you will be an excellent mother, and I don't need to ask you to take care of them. I... still haven't decided how involved I will be in the child's life, I hope this is not a problem."

It isn't, since you will be happy with whatever he decides to do, as long as he does not object to you raising the child on your island.

"So... shall we?" Mihawk asks; the flash of emotion in his gaze is brief, but you see it (maybe he has let you?) and a smile blossoms on your lips.

"We shall."

You quickly take off your shoes, while Mihawk stands to take his hat and then his coat off, leaving them neatly placed on a chair.

"I forgot to tell you." you begin once more, after more than one silent moment spent staring at his naked back "We don't necessarily have to... to do it the old-fashioned way, if you'd rather not. We could... go to a doctor..."

Mihawk grunts as he bends to unbuckle his boots; again, you find it impossible to avert your gaze. "I will not give a stranger a vial of my seed, as if I were a stud bull." he states "It is barbaric. There is nothing wrong with the natural method."

You silently agree. A moment later, he's back on the bed; he lets you look a him, and he looks back while you unhurriedly take off your dress, exposing the bra and underskirt you wear underneath.

"Very beautiful." Mihawk says, as if he were talking more to himself than to you; you smile.

"You'll make me blush."

"You are an attractive woman, I sincerely doubt I am the first man to pay you a compliment. The other... donors you selected, for example. I'm sure all of them felt exceptionally lucky."

There is no trace of mocking in his voice, let alone of blame; still, those words are enough to make your smile disappear. "They did not matter."

"While I do?"

"You do. You know you do. We have known each other for so many years, and I know we are not... friends, exactly, and I could always close my eyes and think about something else, but you don't know how... how dehumanazing it is to... well, to feel nothing for the other person..."

Mihawk nods. "I know the feeling." he says, and then, in response to your incredulous look: "I have been young as well; and I've made mistakes, like everyone."

"I'm sure you were the only one to think so."

"Hmmm..."

For a whole minute, you are both content looking at each other. Finally, Mihawk's raised hand brushes against your face, and you close your eyes, savouring the warmth of his fingers against your cheek. You take his hand, and let it guide you as you stand, close the brief distance between you, and rest both of yours on his shoulders to stabilize yourself as you sit on his lap, your thighs open to the sides of his clothed legs.

Mihawk's eyes move on your body; you can't stop looking at him either, and so you feel, rather than see, his strong and elegant hands rest on your hips, gently caressing them above the light fabric of your underskirt. You can feel his breath on your chest; he can feel you hold yours when you rest your hand on his cheek and then let it slip down his body, the well-toned physique (he is much less burly than other pirates and fighters you know, but his muscles are solid and defined, as you expected... and even a little more), the pale, smooth skin, except for a thin line of hair on his lower abdomen that your fingers follow down to the waistband of his pants, and that is when you hear him grunt.

"Shall I stop?"

"Do not mock me, woman..." he growls, but he's enjoying your ministrations and doesn't bother to hide it. "Take this off, now."

This is your bra, which you obediently remove; you sigh, kissing his dark hair and temples and any inch of him you can reach, as Mihawk, whose arms have circled your waist and who is now holding you tight against his body, begins licking your chest, the sensation of his lips on your skin sweet and delicious beyond words. Soon, you are moaning his name, gently rocking against the turgescense under you, and you hear him whisper your name before he quickly but gently turns, pushing you on your back on the duvet while he kneels above you.

He sighs, relief evident in his tone, while you relieve him from his pants, lowering the fabric to his knees. He returns the favour lifting the hem of your underskirt, but when you move to take off your panties

"No." he stops you, gently resting his hand on yours "Please, keep them on."

A minute later you are locked in an embrace, your leg lifted around his hips, Mihawk's hand caressing you between your legs, gentle, confident, inexorable, until he feels you are ready for him, and he shifts to press the centre of his body against yours.

You lock eyes; for a brief, precious moment, it is as if the distance between the two of you had melted like snow under the sun, leaving you the two parts of a single, hot and quivering being.

"I don't know if I can actually... do what you want." Mihawk whispers; his hips press against yours with the desperation of a man living his last night, but he sounds regretful, as if saddened by the possibility of disappointing you "I... want to, but..."

Of all the emotions you expected to feel for Dracule Mihawk, tenderness was the last of the list; still, you do, a sudden, powerful surge of empathy that makes you desire this night would never end... and that it weren't your last, as well as your first.

"An attempt." you murmur, before claiming his mouth in a new kiss "That is all I ask."

He gives you three.

*****

You wake early on the following morning (like you expected Mihawk to do as well, since he doesn't seem like the kind of guy who likes to sleep in; on the other hand, you did exhaust him last night...), but you linger a bit before getting up, as you observe the man sound asleep next to you. He is lying on his side towards you, an hand hidden under the pillow, the other reaching out towards you.

He is so handsome - no, he is rapturously beautiful like this, tranquil, at ease, not exactly smiling but serene, as if he were in the middle of a beautiful dream; the azure sheet covers him up to his hips, letting the first sun rays of the day caress the naked skin of his arms and chest.

You feel as if you could spend the whole day like this, just admiring him; but sooner or later he will wake up, and then you could stay in bed for a little more, attempting again or just cuddling, savouring that new intimacy that feels so natural, so genuine and true, even though nothing in your relationship until last night could suggest this could be born from it. But it has, and it is a gift you will keep in your heart forever... as a cherished, now-distant memory; because no matter how desperately you wish you could stay in that little paradise you have created together for a little more, you can't... and, in your heart you know for sure (or you think you do; the truth couldn't be more different, but you haven't learned to read his heart, nor he to express his feelings. Yet.) Mihawk doesn't want to, no matter how enthusiastically he made good on his promise last night. You didn't even know a man could last so long, and hearing him growl your name was enough to push you over the brink...

Still. He has done what he had promised you, and expecting more, expecting other, is naive and even dangerous, because the last thing you need now is to have your heart broken. You know Mihawk respects you and maybe even considers you a sort-of-friend, and not to brag, but you are confident you have given him the best night of his life... but letting that rapport evolve, pursue a relationship, whether romantic or even simply sexual? That's another thing altogether, one you know he won't be interested in.

(Again, you don't, and he would).

You shouldn't even consider thoughts like these. Since when have you thought about Mihawk like that? You are well aware of how attractive he is and are genuinely fond of him, yes, but when did you start wanting more than a casual friendship with him? Probably you don't, not really, it's just that the amazing night you have spent together and all the talking about the baby made your most emotional and romantic side emerge, as if you were still the young girl who thought two people could not experience pleasure, let alone reproduce, without being madly in love with each other. The truth is obviously different, and in a few days, maybe even as early as tomorrow, you will realize how naive and shallow your desires are, born from passion and the hope to see your dream come true. You don't really want him, you just... think you do, because you shared something amazing last night and you know he'd be an excellent father for your child. That's all; and he wouldn't want you in any case. You did what you agreed to, and now you better leave as soon as you can, to avoid the classic, unavoidable embarrassment of the morning after.

This is why when finally Mihawk wakes up, twenty minutes later, he finds you already clothed and ready to go, busy sliding your weapons in their holsters or hiding then under your clothes, your faithful derringer by your side once more.

"Hi." you murmur softly as you sit on the edge of the bed, your hands naturally, instinctively finding the one he has moved towards yours "Are... are you ok?"

"I am. You?"

"Fine. It... it was nice, wasn't it?"

He looks at you, veguely ironic; do you really need to ask?, his lovely yellow eyes seem to ask, and you can't help a small laugh.

"You are leaving, I see." Mihawk adds after a moment, his tone expressionless. He is looking at you as if your clothes were still scattered on the floor, just like he did last night; he sees you blush, and he smirks, but after a moment he turns serious as usual - even a little more sombre, you would swear.

"I am; after all Garp gave me a new assignment yesterday. The first ship for my next destination leaves in half an hour, but you can stay, if you want, I have rented the room until midday."

"There is no need, I have things to do as well."

He gets up, without bothering to hide what you have had time to look at, and to touch and to kiss, as much as you wanted last night, and retrieves his clothes. He has turned his back to you, and you wonder if it is deliberate, because he has already lost any interest he could have in you, because he is already regretting what you did together, or maybe because he is grappling with emotions he doesn't know how to process, and trying to find the words to express them, to ask you...

No. It's impossible. Stop thinking about it and focus on your next assignment. You did everything you could, now you can only pray it worked.

Five minutes, and you're both ready to go; you look at Mihawk as he places Yoru on his back, and you wring your hands, suddenly shier and more unsure than you have ever been in his presence.

"Mihawk?"

He doesn't answer, but he turns, his face slightly tilted on one side in an inquiring manner. He looks so much like a bird when he does that, you think, amused; like a bird of prey... a beautiful, deadly hawk.

"I... I wanted to thank you."

"There is no need..."

"Yes, there is." you quickly interrupt him; you need to tell him, and you need to do it now, otherwise you will lose courage "I... I have been wanting to become a mother for a long time; it's the thing I want the most in the world, and not simply because my island needs an heir for when I'll be dead. It's... it's more important than I could explain, and I've been disappointed so many times and there is nothing I can do but hope and pray, but... call me crazy if you want, but I have a good feeling about this. About you. I... I think we did it, even if it will take time before I know for sure. And I'll be happy to have your child."

Mihawk nods. He is standing right in front of you, close enough he could touch you without even reaching out, but suddenly it is as if you were standing at the opposite points of the Great Line, the unmade bed next to you a suddenly uncomfortable remainder of your nightly activities. "Remember your promise."

"Of course; I will inform you as soon as I have seen the doctor, whatever the result."

"Good."

Pause. "(name)..."

"Yes?" you ask, intimately happy to break that uncomfortable silence, the first in the many years since your first meeting. This is something you have always liked about Mihawk; with him, you never feel the need to talk, but you can feel content with his solitary presence next to you. Still, it has never been so hard to say good-bye... "What is it?"

He hesitates (something you are probably the first to witness, or at least to live to tell) as if unsure about what he wants to say, or about the words to use; he looks at you, and you hold your breath, because for a split second you are sure, you just know, that what he is about to say will change everything, because it is not all in your mind, something has changed, after last night or because that moment of intimacy made you both realize your bond was much deeper than you knew...

"I need to give you my number. To call me."

Disappointment explodes inside you. You feel... mortified, as if you had ended up naked in the middle of the public square; your little infatuation will without a doubt disappear in three days at most, but for now, it hurts as if you had been stabbed. Stupid, romantic girl, an unpleasant voice whispers in your ear; what did you expect? Did you really think he could care about you that way?

"Oh. Oh, right..."

A moment later, a slip of paper with Mihawk's contacts is safe in your pocket, and he is neatly placing his feathered hat on his head.

"It is. Be safe. I mean, I know I don't need to tell you..."

"You don't." he easily recognizes "And I don't need to tell you, but I will; remember that perhaps now you have someone else to think about as well. Good-bye, (name)."

A smile, small but sincere, and a brush of fingers against yours, accompany that greeting a moment before Mihawk leaves, and even though you awoke first and meant to depart before he could notice your absence, you are still there, alone in the sunlit room, suddenly too saddened and wistful to think about the child who might be growing in your womb.

#One Piece #One Piece Live Action #OPLA #Steven John Ward #Dracule Mihawk #Dracule Mihawk x reader #Mihawk x reader #Bellona's stuff #100 notes #200 notes #300 notes

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thedustyleaves · 1 year ago

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@h1vetonic I mean.... you're not wrong 👀

The comic itself is without any sexual material, as that is not something I'm very good at writing nor drawing, and there's parts of me that regret not exploring that - on the other hand, I'm also happy that I get to write to a younger audience, who won't suddenly be met with something they didn't expect.

I've been incredibly torn in how much of their connection to each other, that all four share, that I've wanted to include in the comic, or share online BUT HERE WE GOOOO.

I've chosen to keep the comic itself pretty streamlined, so it goes more or less straight towards the romance endgame of Kain and Dakon getting together (even though that's not the main part of the story, it's just something that happens "on the side" ish).

IF I have the guts to actually draw it, I do want to draw more mature moments between them in short comics, that are optional to read, but are still considered canon. Kain and Raki do have brief moments together, before Kain and Dakon get together. They mostly share moments of chemistry and pure joy in each other, like I have a very clear idea in my head where I want them to be alone for a night, while Dakon and Christie are out doing something, and they simply fall into it with such ease. They have a have a wonderful time together and become even closer as friends, and it happens once or twice after - Like it's this tension between them that's always been there, but they've never explored it until that moment, and it's something they can look back on fondly and feel safe and content with. I'd say that the lines are still a little blurred afterwards, but they're don't get together and start a relationsship the way Dakon and Kain do.

Christie is also a part of all of this, mostly with Raki actually. Raki respects her immensely and eventually do fall for her, but I'm still a bit 50/50 wether or not I want it in the comic itself, or just indicate it but wE'LL SEE, maybe my romantic side will win PFT.

In my mind, all four just love each other very much, and while they end up in "pairs", they still have these short moments of intimacy, sleeping in a pile together, kissing goodbye or hello, getting dressed in front of each other and showing love with long hugs etc.

Here's a few instances with Raki and Christie

A bit more subtle, but here's him, looking at her all 'come hither' 😎

#asks

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screemnch · 1 year ago

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Yeah, the gay doctors are cool and all, but have you ever thought about

Aglaya Lilich?????

I swear to god she is the most character of all time. She is smart, she is capable, discerning and even sometimes kind and YET!

Everyone must hate her. She can’t do anything right - not for the lack of trying or being incapable - but because that is not her role. She isn’t the hero who saves the town from the plague and she isn’t the solution. The Powers That Be gave her an impossible task and promised to send her to death if she fails, there is probably already a coffin in the capital made just for her and she is still trying.

And I have to reiterate that everyone MUST hate her. Maria hates her because of Nina and because of the polyhedron, Block hates her because of the manufactured stigma, most npc’s speak about her with either fear or resentment. Even the healers all have a bone to pick with her (including Artemy, depending on how you play). And that’s not to say that she’s blameless or anything - she is still ruthless and unrelenting. She still orders many people to their death and tells a couple of characters to just go and drop dead, but I feel like that’s to be expected of a few other characters as well.

And yet.

She opens up the termitary (if I remember correctly) allowing the few survivors to get help and exposing the Olgimsky’s to judgement from the Kin. She saves Peter from Saburov’s murder plan without hesitation (if I remember correctly - before she even sees the tower’s blueprints). She wants to mend her relationship with the last of her family, even though they’ll never forgive her. And on the final day without fail - she leaves the decision in the player’s hands. If Dankovsky was right and she was trying to destroy the polyhedron simply as a final stab at the Kains, she’d be much more insistent about it, as we know she can be. But she acknowledges her biases and abstains from weighing in on the argument. She is convinced that her decision is correct (unlike Block, who is here to execute and order, not make decisions) yet she lets the player take the lead. I haven’t seen most of patho 2, and I know that she does a few things differently there, but I can assure you it will also make me have a lot of thoughts about her.

She is also perfectly aware of her situation. She is hated by the Powers That Be - both the government and the little kids. No one wants her here, no one trusts her, she is basically sent to die. But still she resolves to try to right the wrongs and help people as much as she can (which is particularly fun because a lot of people like to view Daniil’s story as that predicament). And while I don’t particularly like to talk about romance when analyzing stuff, it’s important to point out that (as far as I know) in both patho classic and patho 2 her themes are quite strongly connected with the concept of love. I’m not familiar enough with that part of the story, but the fact that someone can be in such a dire, desperate situation and still find in themselves the capacity for trust, vulnerability and affection is… Not something I can describe well in my vocabulary.

Honestly can’t wait to look at her dialogue, too bad she’s not part of any faction in particular and probably will be one of the last characters I look at. I should draw her, maybe. Go insane, maybe.

#pathologic #aglaya lilich #ramblings #whenever people kinda gloss over her existence it’s like #god forbid women do anything

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basedkikuenjoyer · 4 months ago

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And there we go. Made it through! If you make it to the 12th and final day you're good. The town is calm, the worst of the plague has subsided. You don't really have much of a quest. Just a chance for final talks with people and one last check that sets the tone for which of the four endings you get. A simple one in practice but one that tests how well you played the past 11 days in a cruel way if you didn't know it was coming.

They're rare, but there are cures for the Sand Pest plague. I used one myself early because I didn't want to manage it the whole time but the main way you may burn one is if you fail a day's main quest. The penalty is one of your "bound" citizens falls ill. The logic being that they had to risk going out and getting exposed because you couldn't do the thing. You get as a grace a chance to save them the next day. (Psst. Bachelor has a "hidden" Bound that's really obvious to replace one who dies no matter what.)

I made it through fine other than missing some of the late side quests about the Kain Family. Sure I checked a walkthrough in a couple of places but truth be told...I feel like that was just a shortcut. The game is hard but less in a technical proficiency way and more in a "save often" way. Trial and error, figuring out obtuse clues. The walkthrough was more a function of me not having the time I did when I was a kid. Pathologic throws some mean challenges but there's always a way and while it can be a little obtuse...no moreso than Morrowind could be. The time limit is rough but make a save at the start of each day you know? Likewise with being able to fail some quests with bad dialogue choices. A little social IQ and treating characters like people with real motivations got me through those.

Now, the other playable characters exist in the story no matter who you play. But they'll typically do a worse job than if you played them well. So on the last day, they'll finally swallow their pride and ask you to cure some of their Bound. I was hoping to get at least one...but Artemy the Haruspex actually did well and didn't have any sick ones and I had enough medicine for Clara the Changeling's. So...IYKYK but I'll use a cut to preserve the secret ending:

Even knowing it was coming it was still cool as hell. I love this shit. If you save one of your other PC's group of Bound you'll get a letter from "The Powers that Be." Requesting you go to the big mystical Polyhedron structure and meet with them directly. And they're...two kids playing a game about a plague as a way of coping with the death of a loved one. Stuff like this can be hokey but Pathologic does it well by playing it straight. Daniil Dankovsky is pissed to find out he's a doll in a weird sandbox game. Watching the condescending prick have a crisis of faith was the best part of this experience to me. And that's a key part of this. Each character will have a different, unique experience with this revelation.

That's the difference between Pathologic and something like the classic St. Elsewhere ending pulling the rug on the last scene showing it was all the daydreams of an autistic boy looking at a snowglobe. This isn't a last-minute fuck you because we don't know how to end it, it's all part of the play. Clara the Changeling figures it out well before this point in her story.

If you can save all three groups of Bound though, as you leave this meeting with the children you'll get one more letter. From "The Makers." Go to the theatre and you'll see the iconic Executor (plague doctor dude) and Tragedian (mask dude). These represent the actual developers. Which is also very cool. I love the Tragedian one responding to "What are you" with "Huh? A mass of pixels on a screen. But you already knew that the whole time right?" Now that we're at the end they don't need to go through the rigamarole of dressing this up through talking with Daniil Dankovsky. He's been through enough. They're talking with me the player here.

Once again, this evolves through seeing it through the three stories. And if you're worried I've given it all away please understand this was still super cool to experience even having more of it spoiled than I have here. Very few things can pull of something this meta as well as Pathologic did. And I'm happy to have crossed one of these three chapters off my list. Though it was a pretty heavy experience so I'll likely wait a little before taking on the Haruspex.

#pathologic #daniil dankovsky #currently playing

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wandringaesthetic · 4 months ago

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ugh okay

Netflix Castlevania Nocturne season 2 trailer commentary and rampant speculation:

(mostly about Alucard we all have our faves)

I love how he's animated. He is so still most of the time. Not that he can't move incredibly fast, but there is no wasted movement, does not flinch, at all, ever, facial expressions are certainly there (his little smile when he mentions Trevor, cut out my fucking heart Sam Deats et al), but very subtle. He sounds so much more sedate than he does in the other series, but the dry humor is certainly still there (who are you to call anyone sarcastic, sir?). He has seen and lost so much. Nothing surprises him. Nothing is worth any wasted effort. The impression of incredible age and weariness.

As ever, I like the fact that he is supposed to be incredibly strong but it's usually depicted in a very understated manner, like this has been true since season 1 but it took until it was drawn attention to in season 3 for me to notice he has been wielding a longsword like it's a rapier this entire damn time.

He is literally sitting like an old man exactly like those two football players in that video. What? I'm comfy. Sort of like a bat, too.

He is kind of giving me death flags??? Like more or less saying to Richter that he's got to finish the job if he can't (the reverse of Symphony of the Night where Alucard has to finish it because Richter couldn't and oooooooooo are we going to get evil/possessed/"master of the castle" Richter I must KNOW) A character like Alucard is difficult because he's OP and isn't technically a main character (anymore) so one way to solve him overshadowing the actual main characters is KILL HIM. Also, being passively suicidal in Symphony of the Night is kind of Alucard's whole thing. Like, Again, overanalyzing the 30 seconds he's in in the last season. Stating he has a kill count in the hundreds thousands?? Big if true. He's been spending most of the last 300 years killing vampires. Castlevania vamps are generally not portrayed as obligate evil and he's often defensive/admiring of vampires in series 1. What happened? (I do not like the most obvious potential answer to this. Like, I won't hate it if that's what happened but agh I want him to have had one happy lifetime, at least. Especially if we, again, take inspiration from Symphony and have him fighting their shades/reanimated corpses. Like. I would love/hate that.)

Are we ever going to explain Maria's powers in any way? If we have evil/possessed Richter I do very much like the idea of her marching in to save him.

maybe the single frame here that intrigues me most is Olrox holding back Mizrak. Toxic bara is back, baby. Perhaps it never left.

I am intrigued re: what we're doing with Juste, because, hmm, the Juste/Lydie/Maxim situationship is more or less the same as the Cecil/Rosa/Kain situationship, yes? But we got the bad ending where Lydie and Maxim are dead or worse and Juste probably killed Maxim. Like if y'all had just accepted the homoerotic rivalry as homoerotic maybe you would not be so weak to demonic possession/brainwashing/whatever and it probably wouldn't have to be like this. In contrast with the might-as-well-be-canon trephacard polycule. As ever, I'm fascinated by the implications of something that is probably never going to play out on screen. Aren't we all.

I'm glad Drolta's back, she was fun. She's the sort of character that doesn't need a reason to be back because she didn't have all that strong a reason to exist in the first place she's 99% vibes and that's ok. (though oh. ohhhhhhh. she's the succubus analogue. let's torment alucard with illusory hellworld, yes?)

#castlevania #castlevania nocturne #netflixvania

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yourfaveisintersex · 15 days ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/yourfaveisintersex/779679576134746112/kain%C3%A9-from-the-nier-series-is-canonically

I can't speak on the anime but in the original game it is heavily implied that she has "male genitalia". Unfortunally a lot of her protrayal both canon and fanon leans heavily on the "f*ta" thrope 😭 She's still a GOAT regardless

Ugh. Average intersex rep.

Well hell, I've been half tempted to toss Pat from SNL (out of spite from someone who complained on the gandalf big naturals post) and/or Ryo Devilman (because my close friends have devilman autism and I love them) on this blog despite their offensive depictions of intersexuality.

Something something "ryo rule"/"pat rule" for "characters that are offensive intersexuality depictions but we're claiming them as our own because fuck you". Something similar to the topa rule I was thinking about. Still slowly working on tag organization though... I started this blog barely three days ago so. Whatever? IDFK? If anyone, particularly other intersex folk, have thoughts about the above proposed "rule(s)" I'd appreciate hearing them.

#not a fave #answered asks #tw intersexism #kaine nier #intersex

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talesfromsiteredacted · 2 years ago

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How Various Members of Site Command React to Sudden Hugs

Okay, this is by no means at complete list of who's huggable on site and who isn't, and HR would have maid-waifuless kittens if they found out I even made this list. That being said... it's a lot safer to hug some staffers than others.

First, no one on record has tried hugging Dr. Gears. But, should someone be brave or crazy enough to try it... he might get to tolerate it with repeated attempts.

Second, hugging Dr. Bright is just encouraging him to be a perv. Stick to pats on the head. On second though... just don't touch Dr. Bright.

Third, Dr. Glass gives the warmest hugs, next to Cain, 999, and 343 themselves. 10/10, highly recommend hugging him if you had a bad day.

Fourth, Dr. Iceberg. Yeah... Sadly, I think only his partner Quinn can get away with that one. Anyone else would wind up with at least a literal cold shoulder.

Clef is most likely to just ninja hug the crap out of you in retaliation if you do this to him first. My ribs still hurt from this morning's clingy ambush. More likely to happen if he's hungover.

Dr. Rights is a hugger. Do not hug unless you're free for ten minutes at least.

Do not ninja hug Dr. Gerald. He likes hugs, but... exaggerated startle responses are not fun. Approach slowly from the front once consent is given, do not squeeze.

Cain will turn terracotta red if hugged off guard. Agent Nordstrom thinks it's adorable.

It is nearly impossible to ninja hug 343. He still loves hugs, so feel free to try. Just... not with whiskey in hand. It's a sin to waste good alcohol.

Dr. Light is fond of hugs. For the record, if she really likes you, she squeezes.

Ninja hugging 999 means you sink into him a tiny bit, like jumping onto a huge Jello lump. Just don't build up too much speed. I recommend this on those really crap days.

Assuming you locate him, hugging Dr. Kondraki will have one of two results: him either shouting at you or dragging you down to the local karaoke bar to get smashed and sing 90's heavy metal off key with him. If he's already half pickled with booze first, it's the latter. There is no in between.

Dr. Shaw will also blush if hugged. It's sweet. Also gives very gentle hugs.

Dr. Myriad, however... be prepared for a rib-bruising hug in return.

Iris is not a hugger. Only family and Agent Markovich can hug her and live.

Do not attempt to hug Dr. Mann. He's not a touchy feely guy, you will be shot at.

Agent Strelnikof likes hugs, believe it or not. Bonus if the hugger is a pretty woman.

Do not hug Agent Dimitriov around 076-2, unless Abel agrees. Agent Okame was just trying to help, you didn't need to kill her, Big Brother! No GTA5 for three weeks.

There was one intern who actually hugged 294 after it produced "a perfect duplicate of my nan's hot chocolate, right down to the correct color of marshmallow Peep". The machine did seem to perform better for the rest of the day, but the test was never duplicated.

Dr. Kain Pathos-Crow is hit and miss on hugging. But... he loves a good ear scratch, like most canine lifeforms.

Dr. Cimmerian gives great hugs, at a dollar a piece. If you're good at something, never do it for free.

Hugging Agent Lombardi will get you punched. Don't.

No hugging Lieutenant Tori. She will shoot you. In the knee. With buckshot. Twice for repeat offenders.

No surprise hugs with Dr. Sherman, lest you get a lecture on consent. Best to just bring him a coffee. He's nice, just a stickler for decorum on site.

I myself welcome hugs from almost anyone except Agent O'Hare for obvious reasons, and Dr. Bright, again for obvious reasons. Just mind my teacup, please.

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #dr clef #dr gears #dr bright #dr snow #scp 105 #dr glass #dr cimmerian #dr sherman #dr light #dr rights #scp 073 #dr gerald #dr myriad #im sorry if i forgot anybody

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lucys-knight · 2 months ago

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ok since you all said yes i’ll tell you guys about kain my little oc that i use to yumeship in er who is basically a self insert more below

name: kain

age: starts off at age 24

identity: binary trans man, bisexual

pronouns: he / him

yumes: john carter & lucy knight

summary: i follow canon closely and see kain as part of canon. VERY little if anything is changed. the story begins with him as a second year surgeon resident, transferred to county. he trains under benton and meets carter via this. they begin with a rocky friendship, as kain made an offhand joke that made carter uncomfortable, so he told him off for it. despite the meeting they had close encounters and spent a lot of time together, and ended up getting together. from right near the end of season 2 to before season 5 they're together. in season 5, he meets lucy during a surgical consult with carter. later on he overhears how strong he is on her during his er coverage shift and he really dislikes it so he starts talking to her more. they end up getting close before getting together romantically around late january of 1998 (early-midish season 5). they're together until she passes. from then onwards, until around season 8, he has no interest in any relationship. he had planned his entire life around lucy and felt no need to continue exploring options during that time when the person he wanted had passed.

carter: his relationship with carter was off and on emotionally. kain has a very similar personality to benton, very serious and no nonsense unless he's with the right person. carter fell for that out of a desperate want to have benton's approval, and someone like benton was good enough. despite this, kain did love him. their relationship was open, kain didn't commonly get with others during it but carter (as shown on screen) was with others a lot. kain didn't really care, he only really cared when it felt like carter was getting with a woman to try and avoid his relationship with kain due to his internalized homophobia (which.. was more common than one would think.) their relationship was very turbulent, and despite loving one another, carter's internalized issues and kain's personality just led to them splitting. i do plan on them getting back together in later seasons, and they're still decent friends, though there are issues at first and every so often due carter's weird relationship with lucy.

lucy: these two are practically the exact opposite of kain and carter. kain wanted to spend every moment with her, and vice versa. for the first time in his life he felt loved fully and understood, and he was one of the first times she felt respected. they also had an open relationship but neither really strayed. the only bigger argument they had was when lucy hit on carter and tried to get with him. with kain, she tried mainly because she wanted someone who kain loved to also love her. she was chasing a weird feeling in herself, and it felt impossible to fill, despite being with kain. she eventually realized that it wasn't a romantic want for carter, it was just a desperate need for him to like her. kain would've been fine with her flirting with someone else, but it's just the fact it's carter that drives him crazy. he eventually gets more normal, and she flirts with carter a little more but nothing ever comes from it. and.. her whole thing with dave is something she genuinely never took seriously nor did kain and he found it funny watching her string him along. they planned on staying together for the rest of their lives until she passed. ironically enough (in sad way), her killer looked very similar to him.

some extras: kain is close with my bf's yume oc (august). kain is on diy testosterone, has had top surgery but it healed very poorly (it was done by a very... under the table doctor), and a hysterectomy (done in a similar time by a doctor related to the other one). the poor healing is also partially due to kain's life style and also disdain for his own life. his poor healing and infection is what made him finally feel alive and want to continue trying and made him try harder in med school. he's originally from illinois but not chicago, hence the transfer over. i see his face claim as 90s / early 2000s leigh whannell up to 2008 leigh as he gets older.. theres a bit of differences but i dont have any good art so. use your imagination for now he has a beard. he ends up being a general surgeon.

this will update as i continue the series! my little weirdo

#2025 #txt #charlie walkie talkie #lucy knight #john carter #er (1994)#yumeship #yumedanshi #oc

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reverieblondie · 1 year ago

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Play Fighting

Pairing: Kaine Parker x gnSpider-person!Reader

Warnings: Reader gets nose broken but other than that its just some nice Kaine fluff!

Summary: Kaine is always starting fights with you...your about to figure out why...

A/N: So, waaay back in December I had someone ask if I would be writing more stuff for Kaine and the answer is yes. I love Kaine, and if you love Kaine or what to know more about him please check out the amazing artwork by @eughi They are seriously incredible and the soul reason of me finding my love for this man. They also drew my new profile picture and where so amazing to work with!

The pictures they made that inspired me~ Here and Here

Word count: 3,390

Okay…maybe Kaine is right…these meetings are pretty, well to put it in nicer words compared to his…boring.

Miguel is lecturing everyone while on one of his many platforms placed around HQ, must be a spider thing to want to be perched up so high all the time.

While Miguel talks, you notice how his words are starting to sound like a jumbled mess of mumbles. Trying your best to hang on to his words, but at the moment you don't even understand what he’s talking about anymore. Now your eyes grow heavy and your head bobs slowly; sleep is here to take its newest victim, you. And right now you think you might as well let it win, what's the worst that can happen? Just shut your eyes for a moment…a quick…small second…

Right as you're resting your eyes and feeling yourself drift, everything is calm, and your breathing becomes more relaxed. It's peaceful…

Until, a sudden push to your body almost makes you tumble over, forcing you to wake and catch yourself. Stumbling to the side your eyes are looking for where the nudge came from, then narrow at the source. Kaine Parker, of course, it was from Kaine your…friend? You guess that's what you should categorize him as considering nothing else seems to be fitting.

Though you have to use the friend term loosely considering you two are always at each other's throats but you will still hang out on occasion. He’s your permanent pain in the ass, and you think he prefers it that way.

Peter B had introduced the two of you when you were new to HQ, and the first impression he made was not exactly a pleasant one. When you had put your hand out to shake his hand, he huffed and pushed past you. After that, you thought you wouldn’t see him anymore but the two of you always seemed to keep running into each other, sometimes literally. For some reason you two just couldn’t seem to get away from each other, not that it made him any friendlier.

Then when you two had to work together on a mission, you thought he hated you considering how he acted. Pushing you out of the way so he could fight, yelling curse words at you, giving you an attitude, and then the cherry on top after the mission was over he would ignore you. Finally, you had enough after a couple of missions and run-ins and you let him have a piece of your mind.

You still remember how you laid into him, yelling at him about his foul disposition. Telling him how people should be nice when working on missions together, and finally saying you're not going to let him push you around, you can and will push right back. You're not scared of him like everyone else was.

Once done, you expected him to fly off the handle at you or curse you or something, however, this was not what you were met with. What you were met with was a scowling Kaine, deep brown eyes tracing over you, taking you in, then with a tilt to his head he gave you the thing that made your eyes widen and heart race. The intimidating harshness of his eyes softened to a lidded stare as his lips curled into a sideways smirk, a smug mhmpf seemed to leave his chest before he turned away from you without a word. Since that day, Kaine and you have had an odd friendship.

The two of you started going on more missions together, sparring together, and eating lunch together on occasion. Maybe he had taken your anger to heart and wanted to make up for it. Though, as the two of you slowly started to get to know each other better, there was something that you learned about Kaine, he loved to pick fights with you…

Kaine didn’t do it all the time but you did start to notice that he started to pick fights with you more and more. Pushing your buttons in only the way he could, then have you push his buttons right back. It drove you insane always having to endure these playfights, sometimes he would win sometimes you would win. In the end, you two always seemed to get back in good graces with each other. Though the play fights have been getting a bit more heated lately…and with this growing frustration in your chest when you're around him you're finding that your anger towards him is feeling different lately…

Like right now as you're finding your feet again you're feeling mad for being awoken so rudely but when you see his tall figure auburn hair cascading down loosely you feel something else and it's making your chest ache making you even more irritated, especially sense what happened last time.

Kaine keeps his eyes forward and his strong arms folded, acting like he didn’t just nudge you awake. You stare daggers into him before rolling your eyes and going back to his side, eyes narrowed in irritation as you occasionally glance up at him taking in his sharp jawline and flawless hair. Seriously, what is he using in it?

As your irritation builds so does your confusion, why the hell is he deciding to bother you now? Not able to come up with an answer to this question you decided to just get him back quickly, no way you're going to let him win this. When he pushes you back, he knows this so why test you? Folding your arms you stiffen your body and ram yourself discreetly into his side forcing him to step sideways. Kaine turns his head towards you furrowing his brow as you give him a look of ‘yeah, I did that, fight me.’ -You should have known he would take the invitation.

Kaine turns so he's now staring you down, you're trying to just ignore his imposing figure, but your concentration is broken when he punches your shoulder; albeit pretty gently compared to when you two spare. The action seems to start drawing attention to the people around you two, but you don’t notice…no…this means war..,.

Turning to face him you clench your fist and punch him back in the shoulder with a bit more force than he did you but not enough for him to go flying, just enough to make him step back. Kaine looks at you dumbfounded for a second before he approaches you at a brisk pace, narrowing your eyes, you lift your arms and brace yourself. Perhaps You should have just let it go? Retaliation of violence is not always the best answer but you're just not going to take his shit, he knows that, and that's why he starts it..just like a perfect pain in the ass.

A few moments later, cut to you and Kaine wrestling in the middle of the meeting hall with hundreds of eyes looking at you two in shock. The meeting has come to a halt. Some have tried to separate you two but when they tried they were met with threats from you and Kaine. You're both throwing punches, kicking, arguing, and pinning each other down in harsh grunts; till finally Peter B and Ben are pulling you two off each other before Miguel can make his way over.

As you're being pulled away in haste by Ben away from the scene of the crime you turn and your eyes lock with Kaines as he is being walked in the opposite direction by Peter. Kaine's eyes meet your fuming ones then he gives you that smirk that has your heartbeat racing and fist tightening once more.

“Uhg! Why does he always have to start stuff with me?”, you yell out to Ben as you deliver a barrage of punches to his forearms.

“Maybe he was just playing around with you? Better than him trying to fight to hurt you…trust me…”

You dodge the returning punches from Ben but are not quick enough to avoid the sudden leg sweep he delivers making you fall to the ground. Landing on your back with a slam, you just lay there limply for a minute still feeling sour. Sparring with Ben should be releasing some of your frustrations, but it seems to fail because your mind is still going back to you and Kaine's little stunt during the meeting that ended up with a grade-A ass chewing from Miguel. Now both of you are stuck on night duty for the next couple of weeks. Thanks a lot, Kaine…

Ben holds his hand out to you, “Night duty isn’t so bad, I use the time to think about my past and practice some new moves like that one.”

Grabbing his hand you stand back up and dust yourself off, “Well I am happy it works for you but I’m still irritated Kaine got me in trouble….and now I’m stuck with the worst duty…I had afternoons! I loved my afternoon shifts! Now I will have to deal with him tonight…one of us won’t make it out alive…”

Ben laughs before nudging his head towards you, “You sure you want to fight with him again?”

You look at him confused before turning around and seeing Kaine thrusting Peter B into the mat…from the noise Peter croaks out you bet it was painful, good thing man knows how to take a hit.

You and Kaine haven’t spoken, you were irritated and didn’t feel like trying to make niceties with Kaine again, you wanted him to get the message that his getting your shift changed wasn’t sitting right with you. though he would probably just tell you to get over it already.

You continue to watch the mountain of a man moving quickly to avoid punches and delivering relentless punches back. Watching him was making you miss sparring with him a bit, he would always change it up on you to keep you on your toes and he would never pull a punch, it made you tougher and you appreciated it about him. Plus, there is the fact that the man did look pretty great dripping with sweat…though those found images need to be pushed down for the moment.

Ben clears his throat, breaking you from your trance with an almost knowing grin, rolling your eyes, you get back into your stance. As you and Ben start up training again you find yourself getting distracted still. Your eyes keep wandering to the other matt a bit away where you watch Kaine fight. He’s tied his hair back at this point and is huffing as he continues to exert himself. Then for a moment you see him turn his head towards you, brown eyes locking onto yours, you feel your face heat up for a second before you move your attention back to your current opponent.

Dodging Ben’s attacks your try to will yourself into not getting flustered by Kaine, you are mad at him…yes, you strangely miss him but he’s pissed you off and you're not talking to him till he makes up for what he did…or until you rant at him again, it’s just a matter of seeing what comes first…though you had a feeling what it would be.

Continuing to half pay attention to your sparring partner you look back over at Kaine again, and that's when you feel your eyes widen and a bolt of electricity jolt through you. Kaines shirt was over his head, taking off his drenched shirt and throwing it down to the ground. His whole body was nothing but muscle and decorated with mouth-watering scars, he practically shined as the sweat rolled down his skin to his happy trail…your mouth went dry at the sight.

The thought of the last sparring match with Kaine pops into your head as you keep glancing at him. It was a week before the meeting. Kaine had swept your legs forcing you to the ground in a hard crash. As the air had been knocked out of you Kaine was quick to get on top of you and pin your arms above your head.

The feeling of his weight on you was…nice…then his intense brown eyes stared down at you as he huffed for air. Not many could tire him out during training but you had been working with him so long that you figured out how to challenge him in a fight. Judging from how the sweat glistened on his face and his brows furrowed down at you, you knew you had given him a workout. Then he did the thing you were not expecting, he started to lean down closer to your face.

His heavy breaths fanning over your face made a rush of excitement go through you, you still remember how it smelt like cinnamon and was hot on your skin like a summer's breeze, If only he went lower on your neck, it would have made your body shake. Kaine's eyes were soft and lidded, and his lips were just a hair away, for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, and you foolishly closed your eyes in anticipation.

Then his weight was off you and you saw him walking away…leaving you to feel like an idiot….

Back to the present, you feel your chest prang for a moment with the embarrassment you felt.

Then SMACK!

That pain in your chest was quickly changed to one on your face as Ben landed a hit right to your nose knocking you down. Dammit, even when he’s not here he's messing you with, causing you to get distracted now you're on the mat flat on your ass with a bloody nose. Thanks a lot, Kaine!

Groaning you sit up holding your bloody nose tilting your head up but Ben quickly tilts it back down.

“Just let it flow out. I am so sorry I hit you so hard, I didn’t expect to land the hit.”

“It’s fine, I was distracted and it was a good hit.”

You start to stand up but you feel yourself give out and you stumble back on your ass. Ben is quick to wrap his strong arms around your waist to help you up and walk to get ice for your nose and patch you up. As you two head towards the lounge your spidey senses go crazy then you suddenly feel two large hands on your shoulders turning you around.

Staring down at you, Kaine's deep brown eyes take in your messed-up face. Quickly Kaine's eyes flick to Ben and he looks like he could kill him. Without a word, Kaine grabs your hand and pushes past Ben with you in tow.

You turn your head around and see Peter B. go up to Ben with a smirk before he says something to make Ben burst out in laughter. You try to catch what he might have said but you can’t seem to hear anything past your heartbeat in your ears. Feeling his hand tightening on yours you bring your eyes to his broad back as he leads you to the nearest lounge room.

Reaching the room Kaine swiftly lifts you onto the counter, and you watch as he quickly finds a rag wets it, and comes back to you still in all his shirtless glory. Wincing in anticipation you think he’s going to wipe the blood up harshly, but to your surprise the feeling of the damp rag to your skin is gentle…

Kaine’s eyes are back to those soft ones you saw above you, you quickly move your eyes. Damn Kaine, why does he make you feel this way? One minute he's a rude jerk, the next he's soft and gentle. It's making you confused��just what is he thinking, how does he feel…why does he have to be so confusing all the time? He's been tying your stomach in knots since you first met him!

You feel like you have a fever as you try to keep your eyes off his exposed chest, but his proximity and his gentle touches are making it hard at the moment. Snapping you back to the present you feel fingers carefully cup your cheeks, causing you to bring your eyes back to his handsome face. The touch is so soft, he looks so soft…

“Deep breath…” he says in a whisper…

You can’t help how it almost sounds seductive causing you to lean in closer to him…

-Crack!-

“What the hell! That hurt!” you scream. Kaine just huffs as he removes his hands from where he just reset your nose.

“Serves you right, you let Ben land a punch on you. You're better than that.”

You open your mouth to say something back, but you just shut it again, you're still angry with him, and his shirtlessness. You know if you start arguing it’s only going to get a rouse out of him and you're not wanting to give him the satisfaction of pissing you off further. Raking your eyes over him one last time you move your head away folding your arms the universal sigh of ‘I’m still mad at you’

Kaine tries to meet your eyes but you are being amended not to look at him, despite deep down wanting to. Finally getting annoyed with you he grabs your chin to look at you dead on.

“Don’t tell me you're still mad.”

You stare daggers at him and he rolls his eyes, “What? It's not my fault you got your nose broken, you should have been paying attention. You should have asked me to spar with you, this wouldn't have happened.”

And with that, your blood starts to boil causing the final snap.

“My nose…my nose!” you swat his hand away from your chin but it only causes him to catch your wrist. You can’t care about that right now all you can think about is ranting.

“I’m not mad about my nose! Well I mean it hurts…but that's besides the point! Of course, I wouldn’t ask you to spar with me you ass! You're always starting things with me, making me crazy! What is with that? You start fights all the time, and don’t get me started on when we were sparring last time!

Kaine's eyes widen with the mention of it and you feel your chest pring with the realization that from the way he's looking at you…he's been thinking back on that as much as you have. You quickly try to stumble over it, continuing your rant.

“I-I uh…and you got me stuck on night duty now! Stuck with you! I mean when you're not driving me crazy you're fine! But lately, you just start fights over nothing! Who knows what you're going to start when we are-”

Then all your words are silenced, Kaine's lips, press to yours in a fierce hunger stealing all your words from you as he guides your lips against his. His large hands grab your hips and squeeze tightly making you groan into his mouth. Your hands instinctively go to his chest, his skin is hot and you swear you can feel his heart racing underneath your fingertips. You wonder if he can feel how your heart is racing at this moment…

Almost as quickly as it started, it ended with him breaking away from you to look down at your confused face. He’s got that smirk, the same one he always wears when you're mad at him. The one that makes your heart race and all your thoughts evaporate into a haze.

“Wha-why-huh?” You stammer out.

Kaine brings his hand to rub your cheek, “I couldn’t help it, you look good when you're all pissed off.”

Your eyes widen at the confession and everything starts to make sense, the fighting…the confusing gestures. Right as you're getting it he pinches your cheek and then starts to walk off leaving you stunned. Then your senses come back to you.

“Wait! You can’t just kiss me like that then leave!” You yell at him as you get off the counter fighting your now jelly-like legs to catch up to him.

Of course, he starts something again and doesn't finish it. You will see him tonight however…maybe you can give him another piece of your mind….and get some more kisses...

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