#turned out it was just me wanting to free him from the snek

[linhmiu201]

I played V's After Ending again... Don't know how many times I've come back to Mystic Messenger just for more suffering. I can never escape from this angst hell, sigh. OTL

People weren't kidding when they said the Forgive End is really easy to get. 3 years ago I got it without relying on guide, 3 years later I still get stuck in it... Gosh I tried to be hostile to Rika as much as possible but I messed up JUST because I chose the choices that express concern for the Choi twins. I hate that in order to get the Judge End, you'll need to be a bitch with V (burn his letters, suspect V of rescuing Rika, talk about burning his possessions one by one if he doesn't come back in a year...), ignore the members' mental health, i.e. don't ask about Saeran, don't worry for Saeyoung, don't comfort Yoosung... In other words, don't be a freaking normal human being and just seething with anger. This is no difference from Rika, and that's not what I wanted. Why is it so hard to throw her to jail?

What funny is that I remembered choosing a lot of "harsh" options about Rika in my first playthrough, such as: interrupting her self-pity party, expressing the desire to bring her to court, i.e. refusing to be guilt tripped, which should lead to Jugde End, but the game still decided I would forgive her...? Wth I never knew I was such an angel to Rika? :) And this time in the first episode, I only got 6 or 7 choices 'wrong'. Why am I still end up forgiving her? OTL I know that each episode is short, it's not a whole day so every choice counts, but isn't this proves how much Cheritz wants us to forgive Rika? Some of the choices that lead to Judge End - which is treated as bad end - was like: 'She’s not wandering about our sight to make us feel sorry for her and forgive her, is she? '; 'That’s right. Some people need stop doing wrong things unless they’re properly judged.'; 'That’s nothing compared to what she’s done.'; 'All of those bad things happened because of Rika.'; 'I wish we could get rid of her quickly and return to our happy lives.'; 'Couldn’t you tell us sooner? ' (About Saeran might be alive); 'Don’t stand there crying. This is all because of you.'; 'You’ve already chosen to be a parent. You have no excuse to make up excuses.'; 'Wherever he is, he’ll never get to see you again.' Cheritz please reminds me why are they bad again? =.= These options speak nothing but the truth in my eyes.

And I notice even though sometimes there are more than 2 options, but according to the guide I read, the third option (or even fourth?) is lean towards either judge or forgive (with more than half of it goes to 'forgive'), it's not truly neutral. I would have love a third ending where you get to yell at Rika for being a bitch like she is, then have the option to forgive her and she still gets her redemption arc in jail heh. _(:3」∠)_ Cuz rather than Judge and Forgive, it's more like Cheritz wants to slap us with the label "Blame or Forget". =.=

Anyway, I think I gotta farm some HGs and reset this After Ending, cause I'm starting to like the Judge End more and can't stand having this Episode 1 remain as 'forgive'. I already gave up the idea of romancing V after his route, only wanted to stay friends with him, so I can't be bothered even if MC and V don't get married in Judge End. Not to mention the child that came out of nowhere, I didn't even turn 20 when his AE came out, for crying out loud! Even if there's a 5 years time skip, MC having a child is still a bit too much for me.

[getosbunsblog]

Levi (Snek boi) x reader smut

CW: TWO PENISES. Handjob, blowjob. Slight jealousy issues. He puts only one in cuz he’s like scared. Mammon is in here too cuz ur a slut. Ahem 69, cum play (don’t play with your food kids). Cervix breach. You’re just filthy here. Shitty plot but that’s not why you’re here anyways, you want snu snu.

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You and Levi had become close friends over the time you’ve been in devildom. Having mutual interest and such. He’s actually developed quite the crush on you. Whenever he’s nearby he blushes and loses all his train of thought. But you’re also the only person who he can relax with.

He heard you giggling down the hall in mammons room. While he felt envious, it was nothing new. You always found that moron amusing. The giggling stopped though. Almost suddenly. And no one was talking. He stood up to hear slightly better and then he heard a loud thud. He bolted out of his room. He still heard noises so he quietly opened the door. You were sitting on mammons pool table while his head was in between your legs. You were moaning his name over and over again. Levi could feel himself turn as red as a tomato. Out of anger and slight arousal.

You saw a light from the coroner or you’re eye. The door had been opened. “Oh shit is it Lucifer again?” Was your first thought but then u saw lavender hair and a flushed face. You started lightly smacking mammons head but he didn’t get the message. Levi was just there wide-eyed and in shock. Also in disbelief at how dumb mammon is. You then started yelling “LEVI, LEVI” which made mammon come up and go “what ya sayin that geeks name for? I’m the one eating you out. That virgin couldn’t make you feel like this” mammon glared at you, you pointed to the door. Terrified he turned around and saw Levi standing there. Face red and a slight bulge in his pants “WHAT ARE YOU STANDING THERE FOR?! A FREE SHOW? SCRAM” and with that Levi did, he ran with tears in his eyes.

Levi pov:

Was that how you and mammon talked about him when he wasn’t there??? He started sobbing at the thought of you not actually liking him and just pretending too. We’re you always pretending??? He was crying so hard at the thought of his Henry secretly hating him. His only friend. He barley noticed he was hard. Whilst upset he couldn’t not get hard seeing you half naked on that pool table. Panties hanging on your ankles while your shirt was taken off. Clearly you were braless or atleast just expecting mammon to fuck your brains out. Mammon was right he could never make you feel as good. It was for the best that he was the one doing it. And then he heard a knock at the door “Levi” you said sweetly. He froze. What now?! He stayed silent but you heard him shuffling. “Levi, please I’m sorry about what mammon said” he thought it was sweet. That you came to apologize knowing how sensitive the third born is. “Levi, open up let’s talk” but he was terrified. And said “can you give me a minute?” He needed to get rid of this hard on. And your sweet voice wasn’t helping. So innocent and sweet. Like honey and nectar. He heard light sobbing behind the door. You must’ve thought he was mad at you. He stood up and bolted to the door. He would rather you see his embarrassing hard on than have you cry. He swung open the door and saw u with tears in your eyes, hugging yourself. He grabbed you and pulled you in. Sitting down onto his couch with you beside him

Your pov:

You sat down feeling so bad about the situation you were crying. You climbed into Levi’s lap and put your arms around his shoulders. He was blushing like usual but you just sat there whispering apologizes to him “I’m so sorry Levi, you and me both know that you could make someone feel just as good as mammon can, it’s not right for him to be mean about you lacking experience, I actually think it’s sweet” he looked at you and responded “sweet huh?” “Yea like you’re waiting for someone special”

You pulled out from his neck where u we’re nuzzled and smiled at him. Giving him a kiss on his forehead. Something inside him just imploded and he went for your lips. Locking his lips with yours. You responded kindly to the kiss and moved your lips onto his as well. His tongue poked out tried to get into your mouth. It felt different. You briefly pulled away to confirm something. His tongue sticking out you realized he had a tongue like a snake. “Wow” he looked away “I-I-I know it’s weird, we can stop-“ you slammed your face back on his. God his tongue was sexy. You wish he would eat you out with that tongue. As you continued your hard nipples pressed through your button down and onto his chest. He ripped it off popping the buttons. It was strange to see Levi so dominant. you liked it though

His mouth latched onto one and you started moaning. You were already so sensitive from not finishing earlier. He let it go with a pop. You slid your body down until you were on your knees between his legs. You undid his pants and tried to pull them down before your hand was stopped. “N-no. It’s um different than what you usually see” you kinda just assumed he was uncircumcised or some simple shit. “Levi it doesn’t matter to me, I just wanna be close to you” he then let go of your hand. His face softening. You pulled his face down and two massive cocks smacked you in the cheek. “Holy shit” you stared at him like a kid in a candy store. He looked surprised at your joy. You took the smallest one. (Even though it was still 8.5 inches) into your mouth and started stroking the top one with your hand. He starts lowly whimpering. But then the dominant side comes out again. “Stop” he very clearly demanded, you looked at him surprised. He then laid straight across the couch and then told you to get on top. When you went to hover over his cocks he corrected you. He pulled your cunt to his face. Pulling down your pink lacy panties, with a string of your fluid attached. He left your pretty plaid skirt on the though.

You got the memo and continued giving kitten licks to his other cock now. While switching your hand to the bottom one. He ran his pronged tongue across your clit. You were so into sucking his cocks. You didn’t hear a video start. You noticed he took a hand off your ass and you tried to look to see what he was doing but he thrusted his hips into your mouth and distracted you once again. “WHO MAKES YOU FEEL THE BEST BABY?” He said. “You, you Levi. No one else” you said sobbing “ah yea say my name again, player 2” You were screaming his name onto his cock. You came and squirted on his face and his phone. He then started pulsing in your mouth. Cumming on your face and in your mouth. You turned around your face covered in his cum and your tongue sticking out. Also covered in his cum. You put your fingers on your tongue and started to play with the cum. “Hehe look it has blue sparkles in it” you said innocently. He finally stopped recording. You looked so happy playing with the white liquid with blue glitter in it. It was falling onto your chest and tits. “Aw, no. It tasted good” you said with puppy eyes.

He wiped the cum off your face with his thumb and put it in your mouth. You hummed in satisfaction at the taste. He pulled it out, a trail of saliva following the thumb and leaned onto his chest kissing his neck. You had no intention of finishing yet.

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EXTRA

Mammon, still pissed about being interrupted laid down on his bed groaning in disappointment. He decided it was probably time to sleep. As he was drifting off he heard a “ding” from his phone. He checked, it was Levi. He sat up to see better as he waited for the video to load, he assumed it was a meme video. But then he saw the thumbnail of you naked and playing with Levi’s cum and screaming his name

“Oh it’s on Levi”

[the-iron-orchid]

❝  i’m not expecting anything,  i just,  thought it’d be nice to keep you company tonight. ❞

For Yeshe and Arjun because I feel like causing problems on purpose.

The FACE I am MAKING right NOW Pearl

Background: I haven't even finished writing it all up yet... we just thought it'd be funny to saddle Yeshe with a naga character with traits vaguely based on my actual pet snek lmao The gist is that years ago, the Nagaraja sent messengers around the world to warn of the Devil's plans. However, Arjun, the one sent to Venterre, was caught. Worse, because his serpent form is leucistic, he was bound in that form and given to Lucio for his menagerie. He remained captive for years, even after Lucio's death and the Devil being bound. While visiting the Countess's restored animal sanctuary, Yeshe accidentally frees Arjun by speaking the Mantra for Animal Liberation over him - something xe does out of habit as part of xir spiritual practice. Arjun declares that he now owes service to his liberator, otherwise he would be disgraced for not repaying his debt on top of failing his mission. The rest is sitcom history...)

Yeshe squints at Arjun over the mending in xir hands. For all of his decades of life beyond xir own, he is still somewhat young... for a naga. It shows in his brashness, even cockiness at times.

This diffidence, mild as it is, is unlike him.

"You keep my company all day, Arjun." In fact, xe cannot leave the flat without him shadowing, ready to defend from all manner of imagined city threats, puffing his chest at anyone who gets too close. It's become something of a point of amusement in the Marketplace.

The naga's pale eyes flick aside. That is also unusual; he often stares like a snake, seldom blinking.

"Are your rooms not to your liking?" xe asks. "I'm sure the Countess would be happy to have them changed for you."

"No... no, they are very comfortable," he answers.

Xe pauses, taking in the attitude of his shoulders as he slumps, his elbows resting on the table. "Forgive me, but... are you homesick?"

A faintly stricken look comes over his face, then he sighs. "It's not important."

"Arjun, you are very far from your people... and you have been for some years. It would be strange if you didn't feel that way." Xe sets down the work, folding xir hands. "I've told you... my freeing you was an accident. You don't owe me anything. You can go home whenever you want."

A scowl furrows his brow, disrupting the crimson line of his tilak. "And I have told you... I must do this, before I can return with any honor to my name at all."

It is Yeshe's turn to sigh, now. "But you miss your homeland."

"...yes. I miss the waters. I miss my siblings." He takes a deep breath. "I... don't like being alone."

To give to one in distress is a moral imperative, the Perfection of Generosity. That imperative is even greater when it is something intangible, given of the self - a teaching, or comfort. What must it be like, to be the only one of his kind in all of Vesuvia, perhaps on the continent?

"You don't have to be alone," xe says, reaching for xir cane, rising with its aid. Arjun looks up at xem questioningly. "You may stay. As for the waters... well. I'm sure there's some place where you can at least go for a nice swim."

"The Palace waters are quite nice... if you don't mind the vampire eels." He laughs, showing the little points of his fangs. "Of course, they are afraid of me."

Yeshe gives the naga a narrow look. "Are you saying that you are the mythical King Eel of the Palace moat?"

His grin broadens. "It isn't my fault if people can't tell a giant snake from a giant eel."

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Arjun prefers to sleep in his natural form. His humanoid half rests quite normally on the pillow, but the vast coils of his snake-tail loop about under the coverlet, trailing off the edge of the bed. A cat has curled up in one of these loops, like a nest. Another cat has insinuated itself behind what would be his legs... if he had them at the moment. He seems to have fallen asleep the moment he arranged himself, no longer alone.

Samsara is a strange place. All beings have been all things to each other, over and over again through beginningless time, returning and forgetting. Perhaps Yeshe has become too complacent, too attached to xir current way of life, and this is the action of karma, disrupting that.

Having crossed over, I will rescue others. Having liberated myself, I will liberate others. Having found comfort, I will comfort others. Having attained parinirvana, I will cause others to attain it.

Both of them have taken a vow - he to xem, and xem to all beings.

There is little for it but to see how it all plays out.

[typically-untypical]

Idea for a fic - Thomas wonders how the sides are affected when he gets drunk, and decides to call them all up and test it. Virgil passes out first since alcohol dulls a lot of anxiety around how you're perceived by others, and Logan gets quite silly as it lets him loosen up. Patton is super giggly and floppy, but lasts longer than the first two. The twins go wild with ideas that get more and more ridiculous, with Remuss ideas starting to sound more and more interesting as time goes on. And as the night goes on, Janus' mask drops and it's revealed that he's a super cuddly snek boi with the most genuine declarations of (platonic) love and adoration Thomas has ever heard from any of his sides. He also lasts until the end, when he suggests Thomas stop before he passes out because it would just leave Remus left and that would be a mess to clean up in the morning.

Feel free to take or leave any details, whatever works for you!

I wasn't able to get all of the sides quite like you suggested, but I still had a lot of fun with this one!

Drunk Thomas

As Thomas stumbled into his house Logan was the first to appear. He couldn't rationalize why his logical side would be the first side to show up after a night of drinking, but it probably meant a lecture he very much didn't want to hear right now. "I told you that we should have been more careful," Logan's words were slurred and his hands flittered around as if trying to figure out what to do with them. It was kind of funny to see the normally cool and composed teacher a bit lost. Eventually, one of his hands landed on his tie to straighten it while the other went to push up his glasses, neither were straight after his attention and Thomas had to fight back a laugh. Logan was completely disheveled while trying to act presentable; he was also obviously drunk. Thomas had never really thought about it, but if they were all just parts of him, of course they also got drunk when he did, but that meant all of his sides were drunk and this was going to be hilarious to see. Before he could even try to summon anyone else, Roman appeared.

"Lighten up you, you... something." Roman looked thoughtful as he was trying to figure out a nickname for Logan, but then he actually turned to look at the nerd and he began laughing, pointing at Logan with his Katana. "You look like... woah, did you all know I have a sword?" His eyes were wide as he looked at his signature weapon as if he had never seen it before, marveling as he turned it over in his hands a few times. "Ouch, the foul beast has offended me!" He had a small cut on his hand from the sharpness of the blade.

"Shut up Princey," Virgil called from the couch. His voice was quiet, laden with exhaustion and they were all pretty sure he had fallen asleep as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Roman looked like he was debating whether or not he should attack the emo so Thomas attempted to step in. He walked towards Roman, hand out to help with the cut, but Roman apparently made a different assumption.

"How dare you attempt to steal my protection, back foul beast this is mine and mine alone!" Logan looked about ready to strangle Roman for his shouting. He even reached out towards Roman, but being so close it looked as if he was reaching out towards Thomas. The host of this montly crew didn't have time to react as he was swept into someone else's many arms, squished against a black and yellow capelet.

"All of you need to stop bullying Thomas!" Janus was hiding Thomas from the other sides who were very much not bullying him but Thomas couldn't help but be a bit touched by Janus' sudden protectiveness and he hugged his deceitful side back, pulling him in close. Janus reacted immediately, gently petting Thomas' hair and cooing at his favorite person. 

"You are a complicated snake, but you are my snake." Thomas began to gently rub Janus' back and it seemed the returned affection made Janus completely melt, knocking his own hat off as he rubbed his head against Thomas' the way a cat might. 

"This is a mess," Logan muttered, turning to sink out but bumping into the wall instead, almost falling on his back. "I am extremely functional and none of you saw that!" He insisted, causing Roman to laugh with his full body.

"The nerd can't stand!" He laughed, stepping forward and tripping over Logan only to land on top of him. "Oh my gods! I'm bleeding!" Roman continued to shout and Logan groaned.

"Maybe Virgil had the right idea, a nap sounds like the correct course of action." He wasn't able to get up though, currently squished under Roman and without the proper dexterity to move.

"Bedtime for everyone!" Patton popped up, a little wobbly on his feet but he faked sobriety pretty well. He started with Virgil, touching him and sending him back into the mindscape. Then he moved over to Logan and Roman, sending both of them back. He had to stop for a moment after that, leaning against the wall to catch his breath. Pretending to be sober was far harder than just existing. When he finally caught his balance again, he walked over to Janus and Thomas, the former hissing at him and turning away so that Patton couldn't touch the later.

"Leave my angel alone. He doesn't have to do what you tell him." Janus stuck out his tongue in a completely failed attempt at being intimidating. 

"I just... I'm just trying to get him to bed." Patton looked at the both of them with puppy dog eyes, round and vulnerable. He wasn't doing anything wrong this time.

Janus completely ignored him, pulling away from Thomas just enough to actually look him in the face. Two of his hands came up to cup Thomas' cheeks, looking into his eyes. "Do you want to go to bed? It's okay if you say no, no one can force you to sleep. Not if you don't want to."

Thomas laughed, gently nodding even if it was hard to move his head in Janus' grip. "It was a long night, and we had a lot of fun, but I think now, sleep is good."

Janus hummed, nodding gently, still not letting go of the sides of Thomas' face. "Sleep is good, self-care."

Thomas nodded, trying to move away but Janus still had him held. He had a sheen of tiredness to his eyes, and Thomas knew he wasn't going to make it up the stairs tonight. "Let's all sleep here, there's too many stairs."

"I can agree to that," Patton said, letting Janus shuffle Thomas over to the couch, "Even if we might not feel too comfortable in the morning."

"I'll survive," Thomas said, thankful that the couch was now empty. Somewhere behind the buzz of alcohol, Thomas knew his sides weren't real, that he couldn't touch them but there was no time to actually think about all of that right now, not when he was ready to relax into the comfort of his cushioned sofa. Not when Janus was laying on top of him to keep him safe and warm. "Do-" he was cut off by a yawn before Patton began tucking the two of them in with a blanket. "Do all of you get silly when I drink?"

"Only when you drink a bit too much," Patton said, sitting down next to the couch and leaning his head against it, looking up at Thomas with a soft smile.

"Psh..." Janus shook his head, "Not too much, this isn't a regular thing, and you stopped before you got sick. Still have your memories, only drank because you know you were in a safe environment, and you are safe at home. You did perfect." He gently patted Thomas' head. "Safe... safe, safe, safe." Janus repeated the word until it didn't feel like a word anymore. Then, surprisingly, he turned to look at Patton.

"You should relax papa bear, you're working too hard, even Annie is asleep. All of us deserve rest."

Patton bit his lip and it looked like he was honestly thinking about it for a while, but then he shook his head no. "I'll watch out for the rest of you."

Janus just rolled his eyes and curled up against Thomas, listening to the sound of his host's heartbeat. "I'll protect him," He hissed, gently patting Thomas' chest. The snake began to relax, closing his eyes softly. "I'll always protect you."

"We will all protect him." Patton responded, letting out a big yawn. "You aren't the only one."

No, he knew he wasn't. Janus smiled softly. They all loved Thomas and they were all going to do their best to protect him. That's what it meant to be one of Thomas' sides.

[www-artforoddballs]

Alright, so notice. Most of you probably know this, since you're following me for the Autistic Levi stuff (thank you, we're closing in on 100 followers!!!!), but people with autism can have "tantrums". I've kinda touched on this in a previous post (it's a full meltdown, but you can see that post here https://www-artforoddballs.tumblr.com/post/644803780958879744/autistic-levi-angstkinda-i-guess-this-is-him). For those of you who DON'T know, an autistic tantrum is not the same thing as what you'd think of in regards to a toddler or kid, it's just the word used for it. This is a mistake my mother and I made when getting the paperwork done while I was going through testing that later got cleared up lol

I had a tantrum yesterday, and so I figured that I could post about Leviathan having a tantrum, since it's still ready on my mind. I don't care if anyone else is proud of me for coping with it as well as I did, since it's a major improvement from last time I had one, but I am proud of myself!...with that in mind, here we go!!

There will be some angst in this post, like the last post in relation to this one, but like the last post, it turns out fine.

However.

Trigger warning for things such as self harm, both physical and verbal. If you or a loved one is self harming, either reach out to someone for help or reach out to that person to help, yeah?

OK on with the post.

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First of all, Levi's autism is part of why his brothers always agree to help when there's a raffle for tickets or something like that on the DDD messages, because he can get overwhelmed if they don't at least help, even if he doesn't win in the end.

They figured out that his autism was the culprit for this shortly after his diagnosis.

Now when I'm writing for Levi, I like to think that his diagnosis was around the early 1990s since, while autism was a separate diagnosis in 1980, it didn't really start becoming fairly accepted and expanded upon until 1987. Hence why everyone is mostly used to it by now, but are still sometimes off put by his odd behavior; for them, as beings that have been around since...the beginning of the universe, pretty much as far as we know, but for at LEAST since humans were around (so at VERY least 2.5 million years now, but potentially up to around 7 million years (if they haven't been around since the beginning of creation)), this would be like...I dunno, give me a second.

Waiting

Waiting...

Okay, so from 1990(earliest year I have in mind) to 2019 (the year it was released) is 29 years. That's a minimum of 1/86,206.89th of their lifespan, and a maximum of 1/475,862,068.96th of their total lifetime.

So this is a VERY recent development for them on the grand scheme of things, but I digress.

So they're still figuring everything out, especially as the human race continues to learn about the condition itself.

So the first time Levi threw a tantrum and they recognized it for what it was...it was certainly interesting.

What had happened was exactly the situation described; Levi had wanted to go to a concert in the human world and they were raffling off free tickets. Except, unlike now, his brothers hadn't offered their support. They hadn't in the past, why would this time be any different?

Except now they viewed it through a different light. Leviathan had an image in his head that he desired so badly and had asked his brothers to support him, hopeful, only to be rejected at every turn. That he was used to, but it was still upsetting.

He put that to the side, though. He really wanted to see this band, and these were VIP tickets where you got to hang out with the band for a few hours after the concert! They'd cost a LOT of human money, and while they COULD afford it, he knew Lucifer would be bringing hell down upon him if he used that amount of family funds on a concert. And his anxiety was already somewhat raised, so he decided to enter the raffle on his own.

He sat there for hours, waiting for the results to come in. He'd hyped this up in his brain the entire time; He'd win, go to an amazing concert, have dinner with the band, maybe even make some friends....!...and then the results came back. He hadn't won.

As per usual, our snek boi went into one of his rants about how unfair it was, but instead of going on a rampage or something like that, locked himself up in his room and cried, hating himself for getting so excited over nothing.

As I mentioned before, I've made another post about a tantrum/getting too overwhelmed slipping into something even more dire, as that's almost always what happens to me. This would be in the 90s, so this would be their first real incident with one of these moments where they had the proper diagnosis, so bear with me, there will be some angst here, but like the other post, it'll be fine.

So Mammon ends up feeling bad for rejecting his little brother, and, not knowing it was too late, decided to go to his room and offer his support. It was almost Leviathan's birthday anyways, and Mammon knew how rejection felt and how much it sucked. So, he knocked on Leviathan's door.

No response. He knocked again...still no response, but a quiet sob.

Right away, Mammon switched from semi-carefree to worried. "Levi...?"

Again, no response. He decided to just go in and check on his brother...

The door was locked. And he smelled blood.

"Leviathan, I need you to open the door," Mammon said with a half hearted chuckle, his voice now becoming slightly strained. "Because if ya don't, I'm gonna have t' break the door down."

"Just go away!" Leviathan cried from inside his room. "Just leave me alone, you jerk!"

"I ain't goin' anywhere. Either open the door or I'm gonna break it down. Those are your two choices."

A moment of silence, before Mammon sighs, stretching, as he transforms into his demon form.

"Alright, option two it is."

He rammed into the door repeatedly, before the wood finally splintered and fell to the ground with a loud thud. Mammon quickly looked around, eyes widening as he saw Leviathan digging his own sharpened nails into his arms, multiple raked wounds, made by the same culprit, carved into his skin.

"Levi...look at ya..." Mammon said, voice faltering, tears welling up in his eyes. "I...how long has..."

"Just shut up! Don't act like you care about me, I'm the freak of our family, remember?! I'm the one whose brain isn't right, I'm just a shut-in, good for nothing, re-!"

He was quickly cut off by Mammon going to him and hugging him.

"I don't care who you are. You talk about my brother like that again and I'll kill you. Alright? You're a little off, but you ain't a freak, and your brain works just fine as is. You're perfect just the way you are, and if anybody else says any different, I'm gonna beat them the fuck up. Including you. Got that? So what if you've got that fancy lable on ya now...? Labels like that matter, but it didn't change ya. You're still my cringe, annoying as hell little weirdo of a brother...and I wouldn't have ya any other way."

Leviathan fully listened to Mammon talk, before clinging to him, breaking down sobbing again, and trying to explain what happened through his tears, the older demon gently rubbing his back and allowing him to cry it out, making sure no more harm was done.

A while later, once Levi had calmed down, Mammon ruffled his hair.

"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah? Lucifer is already gonna kill me for breaking your door, but he'd be even more pissed if I just left you here with those wounds."

So they did. And Mammon, after telling a VERY angry Lucifer what had happened hours later, had surprisingly NOT gotten chewed out by the eldest brother. Instead, that day, the entire family had a long discussion, and they all agreed that if it was something as small as entering a raffle, or even if it was bigger but not an inconvenience to anyone in the slightest, they'd all help out from then on. It's not like it was hard, and it would save Levi from hours of stress and negativity toward himself and others around him.

They also made a plan for if a tantrum were to happen while someone was around, or if he became too overwhelmed and started to spiral...because, as annoying as he could be, Leviathan was still family. And they loved him, oddities and all.

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Alright, so...that was the post! I hope it was okay. I know I've written about this type of thing before a little, but different situations can end up with the same negative outcome, like being in an overwhelming situation, or not being able to change your thinking and not easily being able to get over your expectations. I've personally suffered with both, and it's a regular thing for me, so I like writing about it, because maybe, just maybe, it'll help someone out, or help someone that isn't autistic understand a friend or relative or classmate or employee better. And I love these characters, I really do. The only ironic thing is that I see so much of myself in Leviathan, but I adore him and despise myself. Go figure 😂

Regardless, I hope you enjoyed, and if there's anything you guys have questions about (in regards to me and my experience), or any specific writing requests, asks are fully open!

Thanks so much for being here to support me, you have no idea how much it means to a little oddball such as myself.

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

Laughter is my Love Language

Summary:  Logan doesn't laugh much when Virgil first meets him. Eventually Virgil learns when Logan is truly happy is when he opens up.

Warnings: food mention, some self deprecating humor. If there are more please let me know!

Ships: Logan x Virgil, Analogical

WC: 1, 664

General Taglist (ask to be added or removed): @im-an-anxious-wreck @logans-library @janus-is-an-adorable-snek-boi @ace-in-a-shopping-cart (you had asked to be tagged in this a while ago, I hope it’s still okay)

Logan doesn’t laugh much when they first meet, which is somewhat of a problem for Virgil since he often relied on laughter to fill otherwise awkward silences. The problem was that Virgil was funny in the stupid way- which he blamed entirely on his dad’s humor that fell over to the punnier side. Crack a pun, reference a meme or as a last ditch effort self deprecating humor was usually relatable enough. Logan fell for none of those and more or less was just left confused by them- or he took the self depreciation too seriously and Virgil ended up with a heartfelt lecture on how important he was. Which, as sweet as it was, wasn’t the point of poking fun at something at his own expense.

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“Boy Logan that sandwich is jam packed!” said Virgil sometime during their freshman year of high school.

Logan had looked at his sandwich in confusion. “There’s peanut butter there too- but yes it’s Crofters.”

Virgil fought to keep the smile on his face. “Yeah I know, it was a joke.”

“But it is packed with- oh that was a pun. Clever.” 

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“Here comes dat boi!” Virgil cringed at his own voice as the meme reference fell out of his mouth. He hadn’t seen Logan smile once that day and all attempts at conversation had fallen flat so...memes. Why not? Logan was on his laptop often enough he had probably seen what he was referencing at some point. Plus Logan was gliding very confidently on his skateboard and Virgil was suddenly feeling very tense and wanted to break it. Logan, unhelpful as he was, merely stopped and kicked the board up to tuck underneath his arm.

“‘Dat’?” He questioned.

“I-it’s...a meme. I was- referencing a meme.”

“Ah.”

“...yeah.”

Nailed it.

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“That’s just me being dumb though- you know how it is.” Virgil let out a defeated huff of laughter and settled his chin on his arms. It was their senior year and he was talking to Logan about his current grades. Everything else was straight A’s other than gym. He didn’t like changing in front of others and the bathrooms were blocked off for whatever reason so he just didn’t do it. He took the fail but still needed the credit or he’d have problems getting his diploma, which was completely stupid and unfair but he knew it was his own stubborn fault and-

“I don’t know.” Logan hadn’t laughed at the “joke”, of course he hadn’t. Virgil sighed, opening his mouth to say something else completely stupid and worthless but Logan beat him to it.

“You aren’t stupid. Lack of participation doesn’t mean you’re stupid, it means there’s some other problem that needs addressing if you’re willing to take a failing grade instead of confronting it.” Logan turned to him with a serious look. Always so serious. “So, if I may ask, where’s the problem?”

Virgil blinked. “It’s stupid.”

“Virgil.”

“I just...don’t like…” Virgil turned into his elbow, cheeks reddening at how dumb the problem really was.

“I didn’t hear you. Can you please speak up? Or write it down if that’s easier.”

Snorting he decided to take him up on that, tearing a scrap of paper off his notebook and writing it down.

There was a pause and then: “Is this all? If you take the make-up class there won’t be nearly as many people and if you get there early you can be changed before anyone sees you.”

Peaking around, Logan’s face was so genuine, like he actually wanted to help. Virgil almost didn’t have the heart to say why that was also a problem but he needed him to understand. “I won’t know anyone in the make-up class.”

Logan screwed his mouth to one side trying to figure out why that would be something Virgil would worry about. His face brightened somewhat as he looked back to Virgil. “If it would ease your anxiety I could take the class with you. While I may not have to make up for the credit, it is open to sign up for extra if anyone so chooses.”

Virgil bit his lip. That would- actually really help, but he couldn’t let Logan do that could he? “You don’t have to.”

“I am aware. But going would be a nice routine and I would be very happy to do it if it meant you would be more comfortable.”

“You’re serious? You would really do that?”

“I’m always serious, Virgil. Of course I will.”

Maybe sometimes Logan not getting the joke was a good thing.

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“L, it’s three in the morning. Go to bed.” They were in college sharing a dorm, and though Virgil could fall asleep with the lights fully on so Logan’s lamp wasn’t keeping him awake, it was the fact the other man was still awake that was bothering him.

Logan let out a short, humorless laugh and waved hi hand. “I’m almost done.”

Virgil hated when he laughed like that. No happiness behind it, only stress and exhaustion and irritation. Sighing Virgil reached over and plucked the pencil from his hand, shooting him a warning look when it seemed like he was about to protest. He closed the book and stacked it neatly with the couple notebooks he had and placed the pencil and calculator on top. Turning to his dorm mate he pointed to the dresser in the corner. “Pjs. Now.”

Slightly concerned when Logan only stood up to do as he was told instead of arguing he shrugged it off and sat back down on the bed. Logan came over a moment later, plain black tee drooping over one shoulder and sleep shorts slightly rumpled. They really needed to do laundry. Before he could say as much, Virgil was suddenly on his back, Logan’s head on his chest with his legs sticking straight over the side. Laughing softly he ran his fingers through the others light red hair, combing out the tangles gently while Logan relaxed into him.

“Logan buddy, I love you so much but if we fall asleep like this we’ll never get up again.” The other grumbled but took a breath and rolled off his chest, swinging his legs over to turn on his side and nearly kicking Virgil in the head in the process. Smirking, Virgil crawled up behind him and flopped with his arm slung over his side. He laughed again when he realized he was already asleep, arms askew and already drooling on the pillow. Snuggling into his back and hugging him tight he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep himself.

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Logan sat at the table with a book flat on the surface, notebook close by as he made careful notes for the next curriculum. His brow was pinched in thought and his third mug of coffee was cooling beside him, untouched for nearly an hour as he fixated on his work.

Virgil looked back out the window as he finished drying a glass. Gray clouds were rolling in and it was already starting to drizzle. Good,  they needed a good rain for the start of summer. Tuning in once again to the furious scratching of a pencil behind him he set the glass down and whirled around, racing over and catching Logan’s hands in his own to tug him up and towards the door. 

“Virgil what are we- it’s raining! Virgil!” Virgil stopped for a moment to look and see if Logan was actually distressed but upon seeing more fond annoyance than anything else he grinned and stepped out into the downpour. He took away one of his hands and led Logan in a spin down the porch, feet slipping slightly in the wet grass as he maneuvered them around. Logan was smiling now, stress lines gone from his face as wet hair flopped into his eyes and obscured his vision. Virgil’s own hair was slicked flat to his forehead, emo fringe he would never cut hanging down to his lips before he shook his head hard to dispel the water. Logan yelped and flinched away before laughing low at himself, grin turning mischievous as he reached up above virgil’s head to take a hold of a tree branch. Yelling as what felt like gallons of water soaked him he stood there thoroughly soaked and shivering slightly before letting out a howl of laughter, Logan following right after. He was sure the neighbors could hear them but he didn’t care. Logan was laughing so hard he was clutching his sides, shaking with the effort of holding himself together.

This was what Virgil loved most. Logan didn’t always laugh easily, not understanding the joke or understanding what was meant to be a joke but making sure the person was okay first. When he did laugh, it was one shared with others over whatever dumb, stress free thing they were doing. It was unplanned and in the moment, something Logan and Virgil were usually both averse to. But here in the rain, or getting icing everywhere on their wedding day, or the shared laughed when they woke up together after yelling at each other the night before to go to sleep it rang out; it was clear and joyful and carefree- a language all on it’s own that neither of them needed to “get” in order to join in .

When they first met Logan didn’t laugh a lot, which was somewhat of a problem for Virgil since he often relied on laughter to fill otherwise awkward silences. But when he opened up he began laughing all the time, each one precious and kept close to the chest. Virgil collected them, hoarded them even, storing them like coins in a jar in exchange for the happiness he felt each time he was the one to cause such a beautiful sound. And as they giggled still through slight coughs under a blanket that night, he couldn’t be more happy he could speak this language with Logan.

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A Bet can be costly (Percy Jackson)

A bet can be costly

It was only half past nine in the morning and already Percy and Jason were bored while hanging out in the latter's cabin. True it somewhat helped that Jason had somehow swung getting a TV and cable while even Percy despite being the son of one of the big three didn't but still there was just nothing on that held either boys attention for long.

Of course Percy despite his claims of being strait and sighting the fact he was dating Annabeth as proof of said straightness he found himself looking over at Jason who was in just his black shorts and nothing else as he relaxed on the cream colored sofa that the two boys where sharing.

Jason might of been younger but he was well more build compared to Percy who while wasn't fat or even chunky, was as ripped as the demi god next to him.

"Ughhhh, there is NOTHING to do.." Jason groaned and shut the tv off, leaning back and closing his eyes, then smirking and turning to look at Percy as he opened them. "Well almost nothing, but I don't think you're man enough for a little bet I have in mind."

Percy huffed a little at that, ever since he'd been caught with wet pants during a party, everyone had started to treat him like a little guy, even though he had to be one of the most hung guys there!

(Well at least he thought so, it wasn't exactly like he went around and measured everyone else's ding dongs.)

"I can take on any bet you have in mind!" he said and crossed his arms.

'heh, gotcha~' Jason thought and then flashed his pearly whites at Percy.

"Alright, but if you don't wanna take the bet even after I say it, don't feel bad alright?" Jason said, and waited for Percy, who was getting somewhat fussy to nod in agreement.

"Ok buddy, The bet is simple enough.. we're gonna drop our pants and compare cock sizes. Whoever is bigger wins, and the loser has to be the winner little boy for the summer, and do whatever he's told."

"..Where you dropped on your head as a child?" Percy asked, raising a eyebrow but then smirking. "But Fine, you're gonna look sooo cute as my little boy Jason. It's you who might wanna back down, I'm packing some major heat here." Percy said and patted his crotch.

'..Ok he's just asking for a cuddle now. just too cute.' Jason thought then out loud went "Well Mr.Jackson, if you're so sure of yourself go right ahead."

"heh, Wanna spare yourself the humiliation huh? I'll let you keep your modesty." Percy said, really full of himself now as he stood up and started to tug down his black jogging pants. "Your about to see why Annabeth walks funny every time she comes over to my cabin~"

with his pants around his ankles and his plaid boxer's on display, Percy hooked his thumbs in the waistband and shot Jason a shit eating grin.

"Last chance to back out, though I hope you don't. you're gonna look fucking adorable in a sailor suit on the beach making me sand castles."

"Sheesh you trying to be a Pro wrestler with all that trash talking, shut up and show me what you got." Jason laughed, the sheer attuide coming from Percy was just too cute, double so when he knew a few things about Annabeth that Percy didn't.

Smirking Percy dropped his shorts and showed off all 7 inches of his fuck meat, not as thick as he would of liked but it got the job done and his pubes were neatly trimmed , almost a buzz cut.

"Face it Jason, your F'ed in the A." Percy said, reaching down and stroking his semi soft cock and gaining a half inch as it went to full on stiff mode.

"Oh my~ That IS quite impressive Percy, way more then I thought a pants pisser would of had." Jason said and stood up, hooking his thumbs in his shorts. it was well known he went commando so there would be no build up here. "Too bad it's still not enough."

"What?" Percy asked, looking confused and then Jason's shorts hit the floor and a soft 8 inch cock was looking back at Percy, at least TWICE the thickness of Percy's proud fuck meat!

"But, wait, there's more!" Jason said in his best TV infomercial voice, and with a couple of pumps his cock jumped up to 10 inches and was leaking a little cock drool.

"H-Holy fuck!" Percy squeaked.

"So do we need the measuring tape? or compare them side by side or do you wanna be a good boy and take your shirt off so big brother can get you dressed little man?" Jason asked.

"ah..ah..about that..see..I uh..I was totally kidding about making you do anything.." Percy was saying, trying to back away from Jason now with his pants and undies around his ankles. "T-this was all just a silly joke so I don't think we reall-"

"Percy, I'm going to ask one more time, for you to finish striping, or you'll be going over my lap little man." Jason said, bending down and tugging his shorts back up.

"Well ok, when you put it that way that soun- LOOK A DISTRACTION!" Percy yelled and pointed behind Jason and then went to run, instantly tripping and boinking his face off the floor since he hadn't kicked the clothes off.

"heh..I can see you're going to be a handful." Jason said and walked over and picked the dazed Percy up.

"I can taste purple!" Percy coo'ed.

"-snek-, I bet you can."

After making sure that Percy wasn't concussed, Jason waited for a few for the poor soon to be little guy to get his marbles back, and when Percy did he'd find himself over Jason's lap, a firm hand on his lower back to keep Percy from taking off.

The boy had been stripped naked by this point and Jason had made sure his cabin was far enough away from the water to keep Percy from using any of his powers, plus his own taps and water tank were enchanted to 'help keep Percy honest'.

"i.. what... Ah!" Percy yelped as he came to his sense and realized the situation he was in.

"welcome back buddy." Jason said, rubbing his free hand on Percy's bubble butt, almost kneeing the semi fatty flesh of the older boys butt. "Never knew you had so much junk in your trunk!"

"S-Shut up!" Huffed Percy even as he fought to get free, but it was clear who of the two was the stronger and a sudden SWAT to his ample back side (when made a ripple to Jason's delight) stopped him.

"J-J-Jason...Big Brother..I-if I promise to be good, can we skip th-" Percy started.

"Sorry buddy, I don't wanna do this anymore then you wanna be spanked." Jason started, a bold face lie but still. "But you need to learn if your not a good boy there is a fallout. I'll only go with 10 swats THIS time and hopefully you won't make me punish you more."

Percy whimpered, giving a weak token effort to get free but Jason could tell he had more or less accepted his fate and in a small way made Jason hate he STILL had to follow though.

Figuring it was better to get this over with Jason brought his hand down hard on Percy's cheeks, making the demi god guy out and kick his legs.

before Percy could even fully process that swat the second was already happened, Jason wanted this to be fast and hard.

He was all of five swats in, and Percy was blubbering like a baby, his hot tears flowing freely when he felt Percy stiffen on his lap.

"JASON STAP I HAF-" Percy started to warn and then..

well Jason was glad he'd pick a bar stool he had for the spanking as his lap and legs were drenched and a smelly puddle was made as Percy's bladder unloaded itself.

"I-I'm sorry please don't spank me morrrrre!" Percy sobbed.

Jason, despite being soaked in his little guys wee wee, just tugged Percy up and hugged him, wincing slightly as the bawling Percy got snot all over his shoulder while glomping him.

'Yeah..we're gonna share a shower.' he thought.

One wash up later and Jason and Percy were cleaned and dried off, with Jason in a fresh pair of shorts and a t-shirt while Percy was just wrapped up in a big fluffy towel whining softly still.

As it had turned out Percy was NOT a fan of showers, and had wanted to go for a bath despite Jason pointing out how bad of a idea that would of been. Having to put his foot down Jason had been forced to threaten anther trip over his knee to get Percy into said shower.

Now with Jason dressed it was Percy's turn and Jason rummaged though a dresser drawer and came out with a perfect little guy outfit made to Percy's size, clearly he had been planning this for awhile.

Said outfit was a pair of white socks with little anchor designs in dark silver all over them, a pair of briefs likewise with the anchors on them and then following up from that, a pair of cream white shorts and a sailor top.

"..How long have you been-" Percy started to ask.

"long enough, now lay back and let big bro get you dressed. and try not to have anymore accidents little man." Jason chuckled, and smirked as Percy huffed and stuck his tongue out at him.

"You shouldn't stick out your tongue, only snakes and fools do that and snakes don't have arms and legs so you must be a fool~" Jason teased.

"Oh WHATEVER!" Percy fumed and went to stick his tongue out again, but seemed to think better of it.

Once the little guy was all dressed, Jason helped him stand up and kissed his forehead, Making Percy whine and squirm and lead him over to a mirror so he could look at himself, adding a little sailor cap to his head and smirking.

"...I look like a oversized 5 year old!" Percy whined, cheeks going bright red and huffing and squirming.

"That WAS what I was aiming for." Jason chuckled and smooched Percy's cheek, getting even more fussy whines from the newly turned little. "Your gonna look SO cute on the bench making me sand castles and I have a cute little swim suit for you and everything!"

"..why do i get the feeling even if I had won, you would of just found a way to little me anyways?" Percy whined.

"Heh, that kinda foresight would of served you well about half a hour ago little bro."

Leading the huffing Percy back out to the living room, Jason set out a blanket on the floor for the little guy and then as Percy sat there silent fuming, he brought over a cardboard box and set it down.

Percy peeked into the box and it was half filled with toy's that he was sure would of delighted any 4-7 year old but only made him roll his eyes and look up at Jason.

"Really?" he asked Jason."Even if I hadn't of stopped playing with toys years ago, i was more into action figures then stuffies and toy cars and boats."

"Well since video games are a no no for little guys like you and ditto for action figures, you better learn to like these." Jason chuckled.

"What? why can't I have action figures?!" Percy demanded, never mind he had JUST said he wasn't into them anymore.

"Too many little pieces that could come off when you chew on them." Jason chuckled and patted the top of Percy's hat covered head.

"I DON'T CHEW ON TOYS!" Percy semi shouted and huffed.

"That's nottttt what your mom said when I was getting her help with this." Jason said in a sing song voice. "she told me you had teeth marks all over your old power rangers toys.

"Slander and lies! ..WAIT MY MOM WAS IN ON THIS?!?" Percy shrieked.

"Heh, oh yeah. wants pictures and warned me if I make you feel too little to be ready to diaper you at night."

Percy's right eye twitched and then he went on a incoherent screaming and shouting fit that Jason let go on, just to get it out of Percy's system and was amazed it took about 10 minutes before Percy stopped, panting and huffing, spittle running down his chin.

"You wanna try that again, this time in English so I can actually understand what you say?" Jason asked, grinning ear to ear.

by the time Percy was done, Jason had tallied that normally he would of earned about four mouth washings and at least one trip over his lap, but again, was letting the little guy get one punishment free vent in.

"Free better?" Jason asked as Percy huffed and pouted.

"..Kinda."

"Good, that's the last time I'm putting up with a fit like that Percy, so I hope you got it all out of your system. next time you'll be treated like any other five year old who has a tantrum." Jason said.

"..what does that mean?" Percy asked, gulping. "A time out in the corner?"

"well a time out is part of it, but you'll find this isn't some new age parenting place. Here at camp half blood, we believe in spanking naughty little boys and girls." Jason said and the look on his face left no doubt he meant it.

"..Oh poopie." Percy whimpered.

"Really Percy? stand up and let me check. I don't smell anything." Jason said with a chuckle.

"T-That's not what I meannnnnt!"

after his twin rants and everything else, it was just about lunch time so after getting Percy to start playing with his toy cars, even though Percy looked bored out of his mind, Jason started to cook up some lunch for the boys.

"Percy, I don't hear you playing..you being good over there?" Jason called over his shoulder, cutting up some potato's to make them fries to go with the grilled cheese he was gonna make.

Percy almost snarled out a reply but the threat of a spanking was in the back of his mind and instead..

"Yeah I'm being good, I don't know how to make the cars make enough noise to convince you though." Percy said.

"oh well thats simple. Make the engine noises. go vrhoom vrhoom." Jason chuckled.

"...you are a sick sick man, you know that?" Percy asked, but knowing when he was licked, started to do the noises just like 'big brother' wanted.

blushing the whole time and feeling foolish.

'I suppose it could be worse, no one else is here. and he'll have to get tired of this before long.' Percy thought.

Of course with the way Percy's luck was going he wasn't exactly surprised when right as he thought that, the doorbell rang.

"Percy buddy, can you be a good boy and go answer the door? big bro has his hands full." Jason called.

Huffing and getting up, Percy semi stomped his way over to the door to Jason's cabin, never once realizing with his bratty attuide he seemed less like someone who didn't wanna show off his outfit and more like a huffy little guy who didn't wanna stop playing.

Opening the door without checking to see who was there, Percy entered a full body blush as his girlfriend was standing there, looking amused.

"A-Annabeth!! W-what are you doing over here?" He squeaked.

"Pfffttt, Oh my god, Jason actually got you to do it! this is too good!" She giggled. "I've known he wanted to dress you up for awhile but never in a million years would I of thought you'd -actually- do it!"

the clear amusement in her voice and the big grin on her face had Percy feeling like the little boy he was dressed up as and he squirmed and whined loudly.

"Percy! Who's at the door?" Jason called.

"I..I..It's.." Percy stammered.

"It's Annabeth!" Annabeth called over Percy's shoulder.

"Percy, don't be rude, Invite her in." Jason called.

the last thing that Percy wanted was for his girlfriend to come in but clearly it was out of his hands, so instead he looked down at the floor and then stood to the side, gesturing for her to come in.

'Dad, if your listening..I could really use a tidal wave right about now.' Percy thought.

Sadly, Either seaweed daddy wasn't listening or found this whole thing to be funny as Annabeth walked in and spotted Percy's play area, squealing with delight and laughing.

the next 20 or so minutes was spent with Annabeth 'looking after little Percy' and keeping him out of trouble while Jason made them all lunch.

As bad as playing cars and having to make the noises had been before when it was just for Jason, it was so very much worst doing it for the amusement of his girlfriend who kept asking humiliating questions, and 'Big brother' insisted that he answer them all.

"Awww are you having fun?" She coo'ed as she sat back on the couch.

"..Oh yes, Loads." Percy huffed sarcastically though to his dismay she took it as a honest answer.

"Well that's good! So which car is your favorite?" and she leaned forward now, studying the different types of toy cars.

"...I dunno, I guess the police car?" Percy said and semi shrugged his shoulders, and squirming from all of the embarrassment he was receiving.

"Heh, lots of little guys like cop cars, that makes since. Hmm..Your squirming a lot, do you need to use the potty? we don't want you to have a accident!" Annabeth said, looking mildly concerned though still grinning.

"I-I don't need help telling when I hafa potty!" Percy almost shrieked.

"Heh, tell that to the damp spot on the floor from your accident eariler." Jason called.

"Ohhh, did somebody wet his pants?" Annabeth giggled, looking totally delighted.

"I-It wasn't my fault! Jason was spanking me a-and I ju-" Percy tried to argue but got cut off.

"Oh, why did he have to spank you? were you being a bad boy?" She asked, leaning in close, eyes filled with excitement as she brushed her hair behind a ear. "Did you cry lots and lots and beg big brother to stop?"

Percy was having all sorts of warning bells going off in his head at how excited she seemed by this and just shut his mouth and crossed his arms turning away from him.

"Oh you did! Ahahahaha! Wow, spanked into submission by someone younger then you~" She teased, then got up. "Well all that aside, I don't believe you Mr.fussy pants, so come on, let's take you to the potty."

"NO! I don't have to!" Percy huffed, and winced, he HEARD how little he sounded.

"Percy, you come with me to the potty and try little man or I'll get Jason to do it. who do you think is gonna be nicer about it?" Annabeth asked.

"She's got a point buddy." Jason called over, he was almost done with the fries and grilled cheese that was gonna be supper. "Also you've had your mulligan, any more accidents and you'll be losing big boy underwear privileges."

"..You mean it gets worse then these baby briefs?!" Percy yelped out.

"Yup~ Normally next step down would be pull-ups but I couldn't find any in your size so right back to diapers." Jason called and turned and smirked. "So.. still think your good or wanna hedge your bets and go sit on the potty?"

"...I'm going to the potty because -I- choose to!" Percy huffed and scrambled to his feet.

"Mmmhmmm, whatever you have to tell yourself little man." Jason said and turned back to the cooking.

Annabeth had stood up as well and offered Percy a hand, and while he wanted to slap it away, somehow he just knew how that would end and accepted it.

"..Your waiting outside the door while I go." was the only thing Percy could think to say.

It never dawned on him that despite never being to Jason's cabin before, she seemed to know exactly where the bathroom was, though in his defense she was keeping him off guard.

"Oh my, such a big boy, going all by yourself.. Deal but remember to wipe and wash your hands."

'fuck my life..'

sitting on the potty Percy was mentally counting down how long he should play along with the potty game when he was shocked that a stream did escape him, followed by a couple of wet farts.

As such after the boy had wiped and flushed and washed his hands, his face was somehow even more crimson then before.

Not helping matters was Annabeth praising him for being a good boy and holding up a hand for a high five which Percy weakly returned.

Getting back out to the main room the table had been set and while Annabeth's and Jason's plate sat on the white table cloth, Percy's on was on top of a plastic mat shaped like a teddy bear.

when Percy whined and pointed Jason just gave a big toothy grin.

"Sorry buddy, but I've seen you eat, you're a messy eater and it's easier to wipe the plastic mat clean then to wash the table cloth. Oh! that reminds me.." Jason said as Percy fumed and took his seat.

His grilled cheese had been cut into four parts for him and his ketchup for his fries were in a little plastic bowl to the side. He was about to comment he wasn't that bad when Jason produced a teen sized bib,white in color with navy blue text on it reading 'I love my big brother!'

"..Your joking right?" Percy asked, narrowing his eyes and glaring at Jason while Annabeth covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.

"What, you don't like it?" Jason asked, pretending to sound hurt while smirking.

"What do you think?" Percy asked.

"well ok, you don't HAVE to wear the bib if you don't want to, but if your not wearing it, i want you to strip down to your undies so you don't get your new outfit all dirty buddy." Jason chuckled.

"...Give me the effing bib." Percy growled though clenched teeth.

"Ah ah ah, none of that, that was too close to a swear word for my liking. try that again and your be a little bubble breath. also, as your loving big brother." and Annabeth couldn't hold it in and laughed out loud. "..It's my job to get this on you."

"..Of course it is."

Percy's one mulligan as the bib was put on him was that his drink was at least in a cup, though Jason noticed him looking at it as he finished.

"Ok buddy, I'm taking a chance and trusting you with a big kid cup. but if you spill it, it's back to sippy cups. Or if you wanna just use one now that's ok too. you don't have to put on a show for our guest." Jason said.

A swear was almost out of his mouth when Percy caught himself, and biting down on his tongue, he just ignored Jason and started to chow down on his fries, planing to eat in silence.

However much like most of his other plans for the day, this one fell to the wayside as while Jason and Annabeth started to chow, Jason asked Percy what he'd been pretending was happening while he played with his cars.

The tone in Jason's voice made it clear Percy better come up with something quick, and so the newly turned little boy spun a tale about some cops trying to bust a smuggling ring of counterfeit toys.Percy was getting annoyed though that despite how much of a excellent bullshit story he was weaving on the spot, Jason and Annabeth were apparently distracted and ignoring him.

the only time they seemed to chime in or respond to what he was saying was when he went quiet for too long.

what the Demi god turned little guy couldn't of known though since he lacked X-ray vision was that there was a good reason the two of them were semi ignoring Percy, except to encourage him to go on between his bites of food.

Jason and Annabeth were playing footsie under the table and sending each other signals of shared attraction.

What little Percy didn't know yet, but would find out all too soon was that Annabeth had been over to this cabin more then a few times, having hooked up with Jason while Percy was off being a good boy for his mom.

The idea of cucking the son of one of the big three had just been too much of a temptation to pass up, and it had been going on far longer then Percy himself would of guessed.

She had even faked being too sick to go out with him on his birthday, just to come over and get fucked by Jason, who had truthfully ruined sex with Percy for her but she still put on a show.

The moment that let her always squirt the hardest when neither boy was available though was how she had tricked Percy into eating her out, while blindfolded after Jason had cream pied her. she claimed the funny taste was a sugar cream she had picked up from a sex shop and Jason had been there, watching from the closet as Percy licked and slurped her clean, making her moan even as the poor boys face had been screwed up.

Clearly he hadn't cared for the taste but whenever Annabeth moaned and asked how he liked it, he would reply with a choked

"I-It tastes awesome..y-you should get more."

That had made her squirt right then and there and breathlessly after, she promised Percy she would.

She hadn't even returned the favor, just had Percy climb into bed with her and removed the blind fold once Jason was out the door, cuddling him and stroking him off and on so that in the middle of the night Percy had been forced to sneak off to the bathroom and jerk off, not knowing Annabeth was awake and could hear everything from her bed.

Percy finished his food and his drink, and let out a loud Belch as he finished his story, Annabeth and Jason had finished before him but stayed seated to 'listen' to his 'amazing' story.

"Wow buddy, you have a activate imagination!" Jason coo'ed, pulling his feet away from Annabeth and giving Percy his full attention and smirking.

Of course the sea brat had gotten ketchup on his face and fingers, and on his bib. add into it that while Jason and Annabeth had been drinking root beer Percy was sporting a purple kool-aid mustache and Jupiter, he just looked so cute!

"Heh, hold still buddy, I think somebody needs a quick clean up." Jason laughed, getting up and getting a damp wash cloth and rubbing over Percy's face as the little guy squirmed.

"Stopppp! I can do it my selfff!" He whined, making Annabeth snort.

Did Percy really not hear just how much of a little guy he sound like right now?!

Either way, over his own protests he was cleaned up and given anther drink of grape juice, though this time it was in a light blue sippy cup.

And boy, if looks could kill Jason would of hit the floor stone cold dead.

"I THOUGHT you said I could use big kid cups!" Percy huffed, furrowing his brow and once again looking like the little guy he was dressed up as.

"well your gonna go back to playing while me and Annabeth watch some TV and I don't want you getting too excited playing cops that you knock over your drink without realizing it." Jason said reasonably.

"I wouldn't!" Percy whined.

"well maybe you would, maybe you wouldn't, It's my floor so I get to make the call. when we're over at YOUR place you can knock all the cups over you want." Jason said and smirked, then tapped a finger on Percy's nose.

Leading Percy over to his blanket, Jason got him sat down and noticed Annabeth tapping her chin as she looked down.

"Penny for you thoughts." He said.

"I was thinking, you know that old play mat, where it's a toy and it's toy car sized? we should get one of those for Percy!" She said grinning ear to ear.

"I think-" Percy started to say, not looking happy but he was of course cut off by Jason.

"That's a awesome idea! In fact I think Nico has one still, I'll go see if we can borrow it later!" Jason said smiling and turning to Percy. "Doesn't Annabeth have the BEST ideas little guy?"

"I can barely contain my joy." Percy muttered, huff and holding his sippy cup up and taking a drink before he said more and got his mouth washed out.

with the TV turned on Percy tried to get into the movie that Jason had popped in, but it was some sort of a romantic comedy and he hated those and found himself legit getting into playing with the cars, talking softly to himself and not realizing he was talking out loud as he did a few more police chases, then had a whole story going on about a big race going on.

He found himself drinking lots of the kool-aid, it was really sweet but seemed to dry him out and more then once he had to go and excuse himself to go pee (though Jason or Annabeth insisted on walking down with him to the bathroom, just in case he needed help)

he also found himself getting super tired despite having a good nights sleep, though he chalked it up to everything he had been though so far and laid on his tummy and put himself on eye level with the car's as he ran them back and forth, watching the shiny metal of the the hub caps move and feeling his eyelids drooping.

"Percy buddy, you wanna go for a nap?" Jason called over, pausing the movie, making Percy sit up. he'd shut his eyes for a few seconds.

"Nooo I don't need a nap." Percy huffed and whined.rubbing a fist under one eye.

"Well you were laying there with your eyes closed for about a minute." Annabeth pointed out.

"wasn't sleeping..I was..checking my eyelids for cracks!" Percy huffed, pouting, and taking anther gulp of his juice.

"well ok, if you say so. if you wanna go for a nap it's ok though." Jason said, smirking.

"What EVER." Percy huffed and laid back down switching to one of the toy boat's and laying on his back, moving it in the air now.

he played with the boat for all of 30 seconds before his eyes closed again and soon the 18 year old going on 4 at best was snoring softly on the floor.

"Sheesh, I thought you said you were only gonna give him a light dose of sleeping pills." Annabeth said softly, leaning in and kissing Jason's cheek.

"I didn't. Sea brat is just a lightweight. still, we better move to the other room if he snores as bad as you say." Jason said.

as some deep snores started to come out, the cuck'ed demi god was left on the floor to sleep it off, though before Annabeth and Jason went to go and play 'hide the pickle' they were nice enough to drape a blanket over Percy and get a pillow under his head, setting his hat on the coffee table.

Kissing and mashing lips, Jason and Annabeth almost didn't make it to his bedroom before they were all over each other, she was trying to pull off his shirt as she pressed him against the wall.

"Some one's needy." Jason teased, though he only had slightly more restraint then her.

"I haven't had a real orgasm in 2 days..you turned me into a nympho, take responsibility for it!" Annabeth moaned and begged.

A slap on the ass brought he back in line and she manged to keep her clothes on till they were in Jason's room, with her going and kicking the door shut, or trying to as it only closer 3/4's of the way.

"Jesus, look how wet you are, I'm shocked you didn't leave a puddle." Jason teased, getting her on his bed and sliding two fingers into her dripping sex and hitting all the right spots to drive her wild.

"Stop teasing and fuck me already! I need a MAN, not a BOY!" She moaned.

"Far be it from me to argue." Jason chuckled and pinning her on her back, he entered her hard and fast, just the way she liked it.

Or so he assumed from the cries of pleasure that rang out and the way her arms and legs wrapped around him, trying to pull him in deeper.

her cries were muffled by Jason's lips on hers, his tongue entering her willing mouth and making her hers and when he pulled back, she was semi drooling.

even as he rocked his hips in and out of her, he held up a finger to his lips.

"Shhh, don't wake the baby."

Percy groaned and whimpered in his sleep, having weird dreams where he only came up to Annabeth's and Jason's knee caps and they were teasing him lots and treating him even younger then they already were, when a sharp cramp in his tummy woke him up and he sat up on the floor, rubbing a eye.

"Gotta poop.." Percy mumbled, half asleep and slowly making his way up to his feet, swaying a little bit and letting out a massive fart as he did so.

the poot drew a whine and a whimper from the sleepy demi god, who held his nose as the smell reached him and toddled away as fast as he could, a little cry of 'stinky' coming out of his mouth.

heading down the hall to the bathroom, which was across from Jason's room Percy mostly didn't pay it any mind, the absence of Jason and Annabeth hadn't really clicked in his mind yet.

He likely would of ignored the room all together if he hadn't of heard a cry of pleasure coming from it, and it wasn't Jason's voice.

Toddling over Percy took a peek and his eyes went wide and his sense got a rude wake up call, there was his girlfriend naked and bouncing up and down on top of Jason who was fondling her tits as he cried out and and had her hands on his wrists, encouraging it.

even as he took in the site and felt a rage boiling over, Percy's little sailor shorts painfully tented out and a cramp hit, making him go to his knees and keep watching.

"Fuck fuck fuck, you're so much better then Percy~" Annabeth was moaning and mewing, trying to lean down for a kiss. Jason instead rolled and now was on top of her, fucking her like the whore she was and looking over in Percy's direction, smirking.

"Of course I am. He's just a little cuck boi. I bet if he knew what was happening he'd just suck his thumb and jerk off." Jason said, and winked at Percy.

Percy wanted to get up and storm in there, to pound on Jason and put him in his place.

Instead he found himself reaching into his shorts and jerking his painfully hard cock, which had already leaked pre though the briefs and the shorts and his thumb found it's way into his mouth, sucking on it.

"Hell I bet once we get his stupid ass back in diapers, he'll be more then willing to prep daddy for mommy. can you picture him bobbing up and down on my cock, thickly diapers and whimpering but rubbing the front of his huggies?" Jason added.

Percy missed Annabeth's reply, mostly because as Jason said it Percy was picturing himself doing it, and accordingly the thumb started to move in his mouth, as if he was practicing for daddy.

"Might even let him have a load or two..I know you're gonna breast feed him but I wanna give him some daddy milk too." Jason chuckled, fucking Annabeth in ways Percy knew he never could and he whimpered around his thumb.

Normally Percy's stamina was as such he could fuck for at least half a hour without blowing his load but whether it was the scene in front of him, the scene in his head, the bowel movement pressing on his prostate as he was fighting to keep it in now or all three, his peak was coming fast.

Drool trailing sown his chin and shutting his eyes, he let the mental image of Jason face fucking him while he pooped himself fill his mind and had the biggest most intense orgasm of his life, shooting though the undies and shorts like they weren't even there and spraying his load on the wall, before slumping over, panting and eyes glazed over.

the last thing he recalled before conking back out was a loss of control, and a warm muddy feeling starting to spread on his butt.

Jason finished up with Annabeth and they cuddled, the smell reaching them both but oddly not bothering them as much as it should.

She had picked up Percy was watching from the looks Jason kept giving the door and then his dirty talk and smirked and she traced a finger on his pecs.

"You really are evil you know that~" She giggled.

"Oh please, if anything I just saved us about 2-3 days worth of effort in making him a diaper wearing cuck. trust me, he's never gonna be able to replace that feeling with anything less then watching mommy and daddy fuck." Jason said.

"heh, so you don't think he'll at least be able to hump his stuffies?" Annabeth asked.

"Oh, he'll hump them alright, but all he's gonna do is basically goon himself stupid. Add in maybe some hand jobs from you while your breast feeding him and that's what sex with you will become. him sucking on your titties and humping your hand." Jason laughed and pulled her in for a kiss. "Unless of course you don't even wanna grant him that?" Jason asked and smirked.

"Heh, Nah, I'm not heartless. what we had was fun and the least I can do is let him suck on my titties. though maybe I'll dump a condom full of 'daddy milk' over them first." She teased and they both laughed.

"Well, I suppose ONE of us should go and get him cleaned up and diapered." Jason said and gave Annabeth a hopeful look.

"Heh, nice try, diapers were YOUR idea, so enjoy wiping his poopie butt Mr.daddy dom." Annabeth said and rolled over, covering herself with a sheet and drifting off into a light nap.

"..Maybe it won't be so bad." Jason said softly and slid out of bed.

getting a pair of shorts on he moved out into the hall way and leaned in to check on Percy.

"Oh Jupiter! it's worse then I thought!" came his cry as Annabeth opened one eye and chuckled.

15 minutes later (though it felt like hours to poor Jason) and Percy had been cleaned up of all of his mess and taped up in a nice snug diaper.

the sea brat had woken up halfway though the clean up but hadn't offered one bit of resistance as Jason cleaned him, unless you counted him covering his face in shame when he got a stiffie as Jason wiped his winky.

Still he had been a good boy and lifted his hips when told to for Jason to slid the thick diaper under his butt and sucked on his thumb big time as Jason helped him to his feet.

"well, I guess it's save to say your not big enough for big boy undies huh buddy?" Jason asked and kissed Percy's hot cheek. "Wave bye bye to your undies." Jason added, tossing them in a waste basket and almost melting as after a second, Percy actually waved bye.

a pat on his padded rump and a point towards the living room had Percy toddling unsteadily on his feet, getting used to the bulk between his legs while Jason took the bag out of the trash can and tied it shut, unwilling to let the treasure so to speak linger.

As he came out of the bathroom he saw one of two adorable sights. the first was that Percy had plopped onto his butt and was trying to get back up. the second was that Annabeth was at the end of the hall, leaning down slightly and lightly slapping her thighs and coo'ing to Percy.

"Come on little guy, you can do it! walk for mommy!" She coo'ed."Stop sucking on your thumb and use both hands to get up and for balance~ that's it!"

Percy was clearly mortified, but had a silly grin on his face and pulled his drool soaked thumb out of his mouth and managed to get up on his feet and step by step made his way to her, arms held out like a baby learning to walk.

'Awww, babies first steps and we didn't record it.' Jason mused.

Percy huggled and nuzzled Annabeth who showed off her shocking power as he lifted him up and set him on her hip, taking over over to the couch and sitting down with him as Jason ran the bag with the smelly undies and shorts out to the trash.

Joining the other two on the couch, Jason and Annabeth were on either side of Percy and giving him lots of cuddles.

"So..I suppose you have a few questions for us." Jason started.

"MORE then a few.." Percy agreed.

Half a hour later and Percy was all caught up with what was going on, how this had been the end game from the start and how long he'd been cucked.

It hurt in a way but in the long run he could tell that despite him not being considered a man or even a big boy anymore, Annabeth still cared for him and well, he kinda liked the attention from Jason as well.

"Will I still get to have sex?" Percy asked as his last question.

"well, depends on what you count as sex. You'll get diaper rubs when being breast fed." Annabeth said.

"and your free to hump your stuffies, just not too much, I don't wanna have to replace the stuffing in them every day." Jason said then looked a little sheepish. "Thoughh uhhh..If you wanted to make daddy super duper happy and get a bunch of toys as a reward..I kinda like the idea of long term cock locks on little boys like you."

Percy whined at that and squirmed.

"H-How long?" he asked.

"ehehe well uh..at least a year at a time." Jason started and Percy's jaw dropped.

"Are you nuts?! I'd go crazy!! There's n-" Percy started to whine and have a fit, but was tugged suddenly by Annabeth.

while his attention had been on Jason she'd slipped off her top and now had Percy in her lap and one of her tits resting against his face, the hand on the back on his head and the other hand on his crotch.

"Shhh don't be so fussy and drink up and think about it." she coo'ed.

He tried to fight free for a few seconds but then while trying to yell actually tasted some milk coming out of Annabeth's perfect tits and calmed down, suckling away almost greedily now and thrusting his crotch into her hand over and over again as he drank up.

"if you end up creaming yourself while drinking titty milk I'm going to have to take it as a sign you wanna be locked up for a year buddy." Jason coo'ed, moving around behind Annabeth now and kissing the back of her neck. "Doesn't that sound fair 'mommy'?"

"Mmmhhhm~ totally 'daddy'."Annabeth moaned then turned her attention to Percy. "What do you think baby Percy? Does that sound fair and you want mommy to stop feeding you her boobies or do you wanna keep drinking. hold up one finger for stop, two for keep going."

To the surprise of no one two fingers were held up and she let Percy keep nursing, though she felt a need to toss out a warning.

"Percy sweetie, you might wanna slow down, titty milk is mean for real babies, not big ones and can react funny with your system." she warned.

"Like what?" Jason asked, looking a little concerned now.

"Oh, he'll have this go right though him and then you'll have your first stinky diaper to change." Annabeth said with a evil grin.

"..Uh Percy buddy maybe slow down." Jason said, sweat dropping a little.

It wasn't that he didn't wanna change a smelly diaper, more just he thought there would be more of a break in between said smelly diapers.

In any case Percy either didn't seem to hear mommy and daddy because he was lost in his own little world of diapie rubs and titty milk or he just didn't care, a ominous gurgling coming from his tummy.

"better get ready for anther present from your favorite little gift maker." Annabeth teased Jason as she increased the diaper rubbing which made Percy only drink harder.

Jason resigned himself to his fate and decided to help things along, reaching around Annabeth's arm and rubbing and pushing on Percy's tum tum.

the effect was almost instant and Annabeth pulled her hand away just as Percy started to spurt, the back of his diaper ballooning out with hot mush and hiting his happy spot on the way out and Percy was derpy faced and hand titty milk running down his chin as he diaper humped the air.

"Cumming! Baby Percy ish cumming while going POOPIE in his diapies!" he babbled out.

"heh, you sure are~"

-3 and half months later-

Adjusting to life as a family and living at the camp year round wasn't always easy for everyone, for one there had been a tricky business with calming down Percy's real dad when he found out what Percy had been turned into.

Thankfully Zeus and Hades had manged to calm him down and make him see how much happier their nephew was like this and sea daddy had let it go, though warned Jason and Annabeth that if they ever broke Percy's heart not even his brothers would be able to stop his rage before leaving.

(ironically this threat had made Annabeth have a slight accident and Percy had giggled for almost a hour about how mommy needed diapers too)

Switching all of his clothes into little style ones was anther challenge and then there was the fun of trying to figure out what he could keep from his old life and what he had to give away, though the little yard sale they had for his big boy stuff was helped with Percy in just his diapers and a pair of sandal's running around and gushing over different things and hyping up how kewl they were.

Today however Fall was well underway and Jason was sitting on the front porch with Annabeth sipping on some hot cider while Percy played in the yard.

He was dressed in light black sweat pants and white socks and a pair of light up heel velco strap sneaker, and wearing a light jacket colored blue to help with the chill in the air.

his thick diaper showed under the sweats but after so long in the diapers he only had trouble walking or running when they went up to three diapers just before bed.

Jason had just finished raking up all the leafs into piles before taking a seat on the porch and sighed a little as Percy apparently made it his mission to take out the 'evil leaf aliens from planet FART' via jumping into the piles.

"Remind me why I bothered to rake these when i knew he was coming out to play?" Jason asked, smirking slightly.

"heh,well if I had to take a guess I would suggest that your a glutton for punishment.. or you just wanted to watch him be a cute little dork." Annabeth said and took a sip, then placed a hand on her tummy. "So, I have a question for you."

"Oh?"Jason asked, his hand joining hers on her belly and feeling a little kick.

"How long do we wait to tell him he's gonna be a big brother?"

The end

[maxthegayplantartist]

Chapter Five

Crowley was exceedingly cold.

Aziraphale knew this because he would not hecking shut up about it. Also because when Aziraphale had held Crowley’s hand, it had been colder than an icicle, but he tried not to think about that, because every time he did, he got a warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach.

At the moment, the demon was not within sight.

Aziraphale got the feeling this should concern him, but wasn’t sure why, as he was fairly certain that all Crowley was doing at the moment was sitting in a large wrap of blankets that Aziraphale had affectionately called a ‘Snek Burrito’.

This had caused Crowley to make all sorts of unintelligible noises that Aziraphale could only hope didn’t mean Crowley was dying. Aziraphale didn’t think he was, as it would be hard for a ghost to moan and complain about how absolutely frozen he was.

Although, come to think of it, Aziraphale hadn’t heard Crowley in a few minutes. Perhaps he should go check, see what that demon had gotten himself into now.

Aziraphale left the kitchen, where he had been tending to some cream for hot cocoa, and went to the parlour where he had left Crowley. When he arrived, Crowley was shockingly un-dead. Rather, he appeared to be napping.

Crowley had wriggled his way from sitting upright to laying as dramatically as one was able across the length of the couch. Seeing as he was wrapped in at least four blankets, this wasn’t very dramatic at all, but Aziraphale felt it was the attempt that counted. Crowley’s signature sunglasses were placed carefully on the coffee table in front of the couch, and his hair fluttered delicately as he breathed in and out.

He looked so peaceful, Aziraphale couldn’t bear to wake him. Instead, he turned around and went back to tending the cream. Really, he shouldn’t leave it too long anyway. It could scorch.

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After several minutes of Aziraphale humming quietly to himself, the cocoa was ready. He had added some whipped cream, with some cinnamon and a few mini-marshmallows sprinkled on top. It was rather decadent, but Aziraphale felt it was just what was needed after the freezing cold of the walk.

He headed back to the parlour and was glad to see Crowley squint tiredly at him.

“Cocoa’s done.” Aziraphale said with a smile.

Crowley’s face lit up at that, and Aziraphale thought he closely resembled a puppy that had just been presented with a treat. He must have been staring because the next thing he noticed was Crowley’s voice cutting through his thoughts.

“...stare, Angel. Help me up.”

Aziraphale ducked his head self consciously, and setting down the cocoa, helped Crowley get out of the mess of blankets. Once he was free, Crowley shook his head slightly.

“Now,” Crowley said, eying the cocoa on the table. “Let us see about this cocoa.”

Both Aziraphale and Crowley enjoyed every sip of the cocoa, although Crowley speculated that it could have used a tad more cinnamon. They stayed up long after the cocoa was gone, brainstorming ideas for reviving Aziraphale’s memories. Nothing quite worked, although they had a few close ideas. Eventually, it was twelve-thirty, and Aziraphale couldn’t quite convince Crowley he wasn’t tired.

“Come on angel,” Crowley said softly, “let's get you to bed.”

Aziraphale wanted to protest, but was too tired to think of anything. “But- but what about you?”

“What about me, Angel?”

“Well, where will you sleep? You need rest too, don’t you?”

Crowley smiled softly and shook his head. “You don’t need to worry about me, Angel.”

“But- but-” Aziraphale tried weakly.

“Shhh, shhh. You need sleep, Angel.” Crowley said, making more room for Aziraphale.

Aziraphale curled up on the couch, with a blanket pulled around his shoulders and his head in Crowley’s lap when he started. “But, I- my memory, we need to figure something out!”

Crowley stroked Aziraphale’s hair, soothing him. “Hush, Angel. Don’t you worry about that. I’ll figure something out. I promise.”

UFHR8UEDS

I LOVE THIS

THAT WAS SO CUTE

[vesuviannights]

How would the main six react to MC keeping tarantulas as pets? I mean not roaming free, that would be dangerous 😂 Tarantulas stay in their enclosures. Modern AU if you want to ^^

Look I know tarantulas mostly stay in their tanks but I couldn’t help myself I needed to give these babies their freedom!!!!

Main 6 + “Oh, is that a trantulAHHHHHHHH!” 🕷 Portia 🐈

Hmmmm. Will she get in the way of her duties? Is she likely to steal the eggs Portia is using for the pasta? No? Excellent. She can stay, then

Feels neither here nor there about having such an exotic and strange pet. If MC loves their strange friend, then she can too - and so can Pepi! A very curious little kitty, Pepi has many opinions about this friend and will vocalise them accordingly

On multiple occasions, Portia has been caught holding a one-sided conversation with both Pepi and MC’s tarantula, and certainly getting frustrated when Pepi offers a well-timed excited *prrrrrt!* and Lady Legs offers...nothing

Can MC perhaps teach Lady some words? Or noises? Perhaps just to make her footsteps heavier. It’s a little disconcerting when Portia turns back to her bread dough and there’s suddenly a furry leg sticking out from under the cloth that wasn’t there before

Muriel 🐺

You know how you can give a golden retriever an egg to hold in their soft mouths? Yeah

A friend to all creatures, Muriel helps MC select their - yes, their - new family member. Measurements must be taken for a beautiful, hand-crafted enclosure. Crickets and mealworms and mice (if their new friend is large enough) kept in close quarters

Muriel is so happy to hold the tarantula with him while he completes his chores. A small friend to show his new tomato plant? Someone who he can point out cloud formations to when MC has gone to town for supplies? Company while he feeds the chikceNS OH MY GOD

”FRIEND! He is a friend, not FOO-- NO DROP HIM--”

Lucio 👑

Lets make one thing very clear - he’s terrified, but this man’s love for animals far outweighs that terror

The moment he is left alone with them? His babies. His pRINCESSES. Those are his shmoopies now, sorry MC find yourself some other creature to adopt and then promptly have stolen

It’s very much trial-and-error at first. Lucio learns how to build trust with them, and they in turn figure out the strangeness of his left arm, warm just like MC’s (which they quite enjoy walking on) but not the same feel

Their lil feeties are uncertain at first so Lucio is sure to wear a sleeve over that arm until they’re happy to walk on it

Tea. Parties.

“oh I'm sorry mr. clicky did you want another sugared cricket lump?"

Nadia 🌹

Curious at first - though they were common in the tropical climate of Prakra, she has never encountered such a specimen in person, and certainly not one so colourful and, dare she say it...affectionate

Quite often MC will walk into Nadia’s workshop and see their eight-legged pet sitting atop Nadia’s shoulder as she tinkers

She can be observed murmuring to her shoulder-sitting friend, mostly about why her observation proved false or how pleased she is that her latest theory worked

“Hmmm...no you're quite right, my friend. We shall attempt it another way.”

Julian 🥀

Confused. A strange creature to keep as a pet, no? Surely a hound would make a loyal pet, or if MC is after something smaller a snake like Faust. Or perhaps a bird wou--

Ah beans. The bird.

Well. See. This is certainly a problem, isn’t it? Because birds eat spiders, and Malak is a bird (MC cuts in and reminds Julian that Malak is indeed a familiar, but Julian Will Not Have It), and this new friend is a spider, and does MC see the problem here?

It’s fine. Malak will simply have to stay at one end of the room. For protection. With Julian. For further protection.

no other reason

also please warn him when it molts so he knows to book house-call appointments instead of clinic ones

Asra 🔮

The most unlikely person to be terrified of or question exotic pet choices. Has likely had experience with far stranger pets in his travels, and is sure to keep the shop at a temperate 24C for when Ms. Legs is about

Overall he’s just having a really great time. This is a magician with a snek on one shoulder and an eight-legged ball of fuzz on the other

Faust is also quite accepting of her new shoulder pal, though at first things were off to a rocky start. Witness reports claim she may or may not have attemped to eat friend on first sight

It’s fine don’t worry about it

“Friend! HUG!”

“FAUST NO--”

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🍑 Requesting | Masterlist | My Ao3 | Buy me a ko-fi?

[im-a-space-gay]

Friendships DESTROYED

Gay Gamers AU. Also this is mostly unedited because I couldn’t muster up the effort to read over it.

Before Virgil went to Florida

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“Hello everybody!” Roman said, running around the lobby. “Prince_Of_Creativity here, and today I am with the other Gay Gamers, Mor-Pal-Ity, CoolLogic101, and Anxie_Tea&Biscuits—“

“Hi!”

“Salutations.”

“‘Sup.”

“— and my brother and his crew, Duke_Of_DEATH, SneakySnekBoi, Sleepislife and Picartoons, and today we are playing Among Us. Now, I hear Snek is good at explaining things, so would you care to explain the rules?”

“Not at all. Among Us is an online game where there are four to ten players. The crewmate’s goal is to defeat the imposters, either by completing all their tasks or by voting them off. The imposter’s goal is to kill everybody they possibly can and sabotage equipment. There can be up to three imposter’s per game depending on the settings; however there will only be one imposter for this video, then the next will bump it up to two, and finally three.”

“Thank you Snek,” Roman said. “Now, let’s ruin each other’s trust, shall we?”

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“Oh my god,” Remy groaned as Snek won. “Gurl, you always win when you’re imposter! How did we not guess sooner?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.”

“No joke, if I’m imposter next round, I’m killing you out of spite,” Remy said dead serious, and everyone laughed.

The next round started, and Virgil muted himself like everybody else before evil laughing.

“I’m the imposter! Now, over the course of the game, I have been analyzing everybody’s moves, and have a solid strategy. Nerdy, I know.”

Virgil pretended to do tasks as he explained.

“First, we’ll kill Snek, because most the time he figures out who it is lightning quick, and thanks to Remy, they’ll probably accuse him for killing Snek. So, Snek first, Remus next, and if Remy hasn’t been voted off by then, kill him, and then Emile. I’ll save the other Gay Gamers last because they have been quick to defend me the last few rounds when I was in fishy situations, and knowing them they’ll tear each other apart from the inside accusing each other. Then I’ll kill Patton, then Logan, and I’m home free.”

Virgil was quick to spin in a circle with Snek, a nonverbal way to pack together with trust before they walked away from everybody else.

“Of course, there will be other things screwing up my master plan, but oh well. It’ll end with me winning or losing, and I’m perfectly fine with either.”

They entered electrical, and Virgil killed Snek before venting to the other side of the map, where once he left the room he saw Patton and Logan together and stuck with them so he had an alibi.

A couple minutes went by before somebody found Snek’s body. Surprisingly, Remus found it and immediately shouted:

“REMY YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

“Wait wait wait babes I didn’t do it!”

“UH HUH. THEN WHY DID I FIND MY BEST FRIEND’S BODY IN ELECTRICAL OF ALL PLACES?! AND YOU THREATENED HIM LAST ROUND!”

“Okay, let’s think about how I’m not the only meme-y one—“

“I don’t know Remy that seems awfully suspicious,” Roman said accusingly.

“Dude, what about Anx—“

“HE WOULD NEVER!” Both Patton and Logan said loudly.

“Besides, he’s been with us for a while now,” Logan said, and Virgil smirked.

“Yeah Remy, I’m starting to think it might be you,” Emile said, Virgil smiling more.

“What’s Anx’s opinion?” Roman asked, and Virgil thanked his years in voice acting.

“Well, Remy does seem suspicious, but honestly we don’t have enough information for me to feel comfortable outright accusing him at this point.”

“I agree with Anxie,” Patton said, voting. “Let’s just skip this one until we have more evidence.”

They all agreed and Virgil tried not to laugh even if he was now muted, following Logan and Patton again. When there was an intersection, Virgil turned off the lights, knowing they’d be essentially useless when turning the lights back on.

He split from Logan and Patton, hoping they wouldn’t notice as he looked for Remus. It was easy enough to find him, snapping his neck before venting away. By the time he was able to kill again, he saw Remy trying to swipe his card and killed him as well before venting.

Virgil snickered. He could see it now; Remy yelling in the call for dead people while Snek laughed, Remus probably saying something crude. Remy probably going like “I told you so” as he followed Virgil, cussing loudly.

He walked around, killing Emile once he found them and actually managing to find Logan and Patton again.

It appeared Roman found a body, as a meeting was called and Patton gasped, probably at all the people dead.

“Okay, that is a LOT more dead people than I remember,” Virgil said, holding down his laughs knowing that the dead people could still hear him.

“So it’s down to us,” Roman said dramatically before continuing. “I think it’s Logan, because Patt is terrible at lying and I feel like we would know if it was Anx.”

“Actually, it’s you,” Logan said in the perfect way of saying Uno Reverse without saying Uno Reverse. “Because us three have been together since before the last time a dead body was found.”

And Virgil had to hold his hand to his mouth so he wouldn’t make any noise because one, they didn’t realize he separated from them, and two, he didn’t think about how that would affect their view of the Roman. Dear lord, he wish he grabbed popcorn.

After them arguing for a bit, Roman was voted off and he really had to not laugh at how the other two reacted.

He unmuted himself once his kill button became an option again, and he killed Logan before evil cackling as the victory screen appeared.

“OH MY GOD,” Roman shouted, as if the truth was surprising to him, which it probably was.

“ANX YOU ABSOLUTE SON OF BITCH,” Remy shouted as well, and Virgil’s evil laugh increased in volume and length as he listened to their reactions.

“You never saw it coming until it was knocking at your door!” He said like a villain once he stopped laughing.

“I gotta hand it to you, that was really awesome,” Snek said, being the calmest of the bunch. “Before you come back into the lobby, can you please explain everything to me; the strat, the outcome, everything!”

“Sure!” Virgil said, and he smirked when they all shut up, wanting to hear it for themselves. “First, I had to kill you, because you are damn good at murder mysteries. It was just really convenient that not only did you go to electrical, but Remy had threatened you last round.”

“Fucking piece of shit,” Remy mumbled.

“Then, act like I normally do, meaning I couldn’t agree that we voted Remy off, I just had to hope it happened. Shut off the lights because we’re useless fixing stuff like that, plus it gave me a chance to sneak away from Logan and Patton without them noticing. Killed Remus because he is way too reckless in voting people off meaning it was unpredictable, and Remy would most likely be voted off because Remus was the one who planted the idea in your heads that Remy was guilty.”

“Fucking. Piece. Of shit.”

“Upon realizing that nobody had found his body or turned the lights back on, I killed Remy when I found him, same method for Emile, and rejoined Logan and Patton and waited till somebody found a body.”

“Fucking simp. Leaving them and my brother alive,” Remus said, and Virgil smirked.

“Actually, it’s the other way around.”

“Huh?”

“Throughout my time of knowing and recording with the other three, I knew that they wouldn’t accuse me unless they had no choice. Therefore, I had to make them the last to go.”

“Genius,” Snek whispered in awe. “Absolute genius.”

“Honestly,” Virgil continued, ignoring the slight heat in his face. “Once somebody found a body I was going to insist to skip the vote, kill Patton, and watch the other two tear each other apart and ‘reluctantly’ side with one of them. I didn’t take into account one thing however.”

“It was just you and those three, meaning Roman was alone,” Snek said, and Virgil nodded even though he knew they wouldn’t see him.

“Yep. It was just too easy to vote Roman off and kill one of the others once I had the chance, winning my first game as imposter.”

“I feel tricked. I feel like a fiddle who’s been played with,” Roman said, utter betrayal in his voice as the other two Gay Gamers agreed. “I do not know if I could ever see or even talk to Anx the same way again.”

“Besides the utter rage I feel,” Remy said, cutting Virgil off from apologizing. “I have to admit that I am proud of little Anxie.”

“Don’t call me that,” Virgil said with utter venom, entering the lobby and running over to the other Gay Gamers. “Only Lo, Ro, and Patty can call me that.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re not as special as them,” Virgil said, smiling as he heard Emile reassure Remy he was special when he became upset.

“I take it back, this is still little innocent Anxie,” Roman said.

“Indeed. Still as harmless as ever.”

“Just a small anxious baby,” Patton finished. Virgil frowned, walking away from the others and to Snek and Remus.

“You’ve been revoked of your title of being special. You’re all evil and heartless.”

“You cannot escape us Anxie,” Roman said like a madman, following Virgil, prompting Virgil to run away, only for Roman, and soon Logan and Patton, to follow.

Virgil turned around at the last second to boop Logan before running away again.

“Tag, you’re it!”

“Oh, it is on.”

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Kitsune (Kitsune!Mitsuhide x MC)

So, I started on this some months back because I couldn’t get the thought out of my head, then stalled because I started second-guessing myself. Then Cybird announced that they’re finally (FINALLY!!!!) giving us everybody’s favorite snek [the anticipation is @#(%(* KILLING ME]. I got excited. I squeed. And, well, I smutted.

This one is kinda long. I have no idea what the hell I was thinking.  I’d apologize, but I’m really not sorry.

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Title:   Kitsune Pairing: Mitsuhide x MC Rating: E (Very NSFW) Word Count: ~8500

Description: The illicit affair between Mitsuhide and MC is interrupted by one of his new ventures. Upon his return, she learns the truth of both her pet and her lover.

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He entered through the open door like a phantom on swift, silent footsteps. The air pressure changed, pulling my shoulders upward and drawing my awareness to the open space behind me. The only true indication that I was no longer alone came from the lingering scents of cinnamon and gunpowder embedded in his clothes. I carefully lay my sewing to the side, my hands slick and shaking.

“Mitsuhide,” I said without turning, thankful my voice remained steady.

It could be no one else; Lord Mitsuhide was the only man who would stalk the halls of the castle so late, much less come into my room uninvited. Though uninvited was a bit of a misstatement. I left my door open with one intention only: to tempt him inside.

This relationship—strained at best in civilized company and little more than carnal in private—was beyond the niceties of social station when we were alone.

“Princess,” he replied, his voice flat so as to wield the honorific like a weapon.

His voice echoed to me from across the room, covering the sound of the door sliding closed, but in the next instant fingers slid down my spine through the layers of my clothing. On their ascent, those fingertips turned to a palm, pressed flat between my shoulder blades, which urged me forward until my face and chest lay flush against the table.

Thus began the ritual of mutual pleasure.

It started a few months after my sudden arrival in Azuchi of the past, once news circulated of my position as a hostage delivered by the Satori clan to Oda Nobunaga. Lord Nobunaga, while distant and unfeeling in his position as rising Shogun to the new order of Japan, took me in and gave me the honor of “Princess” in his home while continuing his conquest of the remainder of the big island. His closest allies gathered months before I arrived, and though they have come and gone about their business, one has remained constant.

The white-haired demon—a negotiator and spy for our Lord—began this affair with barbed words and teasing phrases in passing, which turned to uninvited touches and whispered words of seduction. When he discovered that I’d kept his confidence regarding these interludes, he appeared at my door late one evening, letting himself in unannounced but not entirely unwanted. There truly was valor in discretion, it seemed.

He and I had danced around one another for three months, our battle tactics vastly different yet similar enough that each could anticipate the other’s next move…until that night he came to me in search of pleasure.

Cold fingers rested atop my head while I sat with my sewing in my lap, drawing a shiver of anticipation out of me. He said nothing at all; only moved his hand down the column of my throat to my shoulders and lower, to my hip. My body grew hot and my head fuzzy when the warmth of his body pressed against my back. With swift, silent movements he positioned me as he wanted me. When he took me, I came apart in his arms.

After that first visit, enacted entirely without sound, I began leaving my door open on evenings when I desired company. Mitsuhide, reading the intent in that action, would come to me late in the evenings when all others would retire and take pleasure from my body.

His actions held no affection that I could recognize; only the desire a man holds for a woman’s body. I allowed his touch, so desperate was I for human interaction. His years as the Left Hand of the Devil King taught him how to read me as well as he would a book and he used that knowledge to his advantage. Though he was cold at best, he was not without great ability. His deft fingers knew what touches made me cry out. He understood well how to use his body to make mine beg. Just his presence created a familiar ache of need.

Mitsuhide gathered the layers of my kimono in his long, slender fingers and, adjusting his own clothing so as to free himself, he took me without preamble in one swift, smooth thrust.

I bit down into my own sleeve to stifle the unladylike moan his ministrations sought to bring out of me, only to discover an equally primal sound clawing its way out of him. The sound both thrilled and frightened me. As many times as he’d come to me—and there had been many—he never made a sound except to respond to my greeting. To know I’d caused that sound after all this time was as intoxicating as the undulation of his hips when he moved inside me.

I put aside my growing feelings for him and gave myself over to the pleasure of his touch; allowed Mitsuhide to use my body as a tool, bringing both of us to swift and powerful release.

A quiet grunt escaped him as he pulled away and adjusted his clothing. My kimono fell back in place a moment later, hiding the evidence of our union. Were anyone to enter, they would be no wiser.

I did not rise; did not turn. I lay against the table, my body spent and my breath a stuttered series of gasps, as my door slid open and closed again.

***

I received word the next morning that Mitsuhide had left in the early hours of the morning, which meant I would not see him again for many days. My heart beat harder in my chest for his absence; my eyes burned. I wondered, as I often did, if last night’s visit would truly be the last.

The castle’s maids whispered of rumors that our lord had sent him once again to uncover information of dubious origin, which came as no surprise. There seemed to always be a new threat, a new and unseen danger threatening our Lord’s precarious hold on this war-torn land and Mitsuhide always ended up on the front lines, back lines, and all the lines in between. And no matter how many times my secret lover and his vassals moved to quell a new uprising, another always seemed to take its place.

I paced the hallways for days after his reported departure, mourning the loss of his presence. Though his affection was cold and sparing at best, I craved it just as I craved air to breathe. The days themselves were consumed by my sewing and other duties, but my nights… my nights were lonelier now than ever before.

At night, the unseasonable heat of the early Kyoto spring drove me out of my room and into the garden. The peace I’d always found by coming here turned to loneliness as I mourned something I wasn’t completely sure I’d had to begin with.

Yet I walked among the rows, feeling the soft breeze which fluttered through the rows of prematurely blooming sakura trees, their blooms lending a gentle perfume to the night air. I made my way to the small reflecting pond and, tucking my kimono carefully beneath me, took a seat to watch the crescent moon dance across the still surface.

My attention lost focus, my mind drifting once again to Mitsuhide and his forbidden touch. It was wrong of me to want him; more wrong still to even dare to think I could love him. Our Lord often compared him to the kitsune, swift and sly, and rarer still than the touch of the gods themselves.

Movement along the garden’s far wall drew my attention, pulling me from my melancholy ponderings, but there was nothing there. I watched the line of blooming flowers for any sign that I wasn’t alone, dipping back into the land of daydreams while wishing desperately that the moment came from the man whose attentions I craved.

The moon kissed the garden’s walls when I finally rose and returned to my room, exhausted and lonelier than I could ever remember being.

***

I walked the halls of the manor for several more days, noticeably out of sorts even to myself. No amount of Masamune’s joking or Hideyoshi’s mothering could bring a smile to my face. Ieyasu’s sour tone resonated more and more with each passing day to the point when even Mitsunari’s perpetual happiness grated on my nerves. The maids had begun to compare me to Ieyasu in hushed whispers, but I couldn’t find the wherewithal to care. If I were honest with myself and everyone around me, I would admit it was due to the absence of Mitsuhide, but I refused to admit the truth. I’d left my door open until I could no longer keep awake, but he still had yet to come home.

Nobunaga relieved me of my duties to keep me away from the rest of his household staff and sequestered me to my room with fresh books from the latest group of missionaries and my few outstanding sewing commissons. By the end of the day I’d finished the first book and set out to return it to the castle library when the rumors came from the kitchen girls that Mitsuhide had returned from this new adventure late last evening, and my heart gave a painful twist at the thought that he had not graced me with his presence.

Cold and sparing as it was, I craved his attention. I wanted to know that he thought of me as often as I of him. Even passing in the hallways, he scarcely spoke to me except to tease me, but the look in those ever-changing, quicksilver eyes was one of tenderness. Affection, almost. If I were a lesser person, I’d have believed he used those interactions as an excuse to touch me.

I knew the truth, though. He was not, and had never claimed to be, a good man. He was savage and brutal, but I craved his attention. When he was present, I struggled to avoid his verbal torment despite the fact that I often sought him out.

But it was his stark absence that truly made my heart ache.

I moved through the remainder of the day and into the evening without seeing or hearing much, so the decision to enter the gardens that evening was also not a conscious one. It wasn’t until I was seated under the sakuras, watching the breeze gently ripple the surface of the reflecting pool, that I thought about my location. It was quiet here, peacefully removed from the bustle of the castle, and for the first time in days, my chest didn’t ache. Perhaps the wounds were healing in his absence. With time, I thought, I may even be able to love another. I had any number of suitors from which to choose.

A soft chittering sound interrupted the silence, drawing my attention to the wall beyond the reflecting pool. What I found in the darkness was not at all what I expected.

It started as a flicker of white in the dark tangle of bushes, accompanied by a snuffling and finally the appearance of a small animal. It was a fox, I realized; snow white with silver-blue eyes and a wide, bushy tail. It sat at the edge of the pool and stared at me, its tail wrapped around his front paws. It remained immobile, and I made no move to go to it. We remained locked in this impasse for over an hour before the creature, as if realizing it had wasted so much time, rose and turned back into the bushes. It paused just before disappearing and glanced back at me.

There was intelligence in those eyes that shook me to my core.

Taking that as my signal to return to my room, I rose and slipped back into the hallway surrounding the garden. That night as I fell asleep, I did so thinking of that beautiful fox and its intelligent eyes.

***

Another day passed and though word came that he had taken an audience with our Nobunaga, Mitsuhide still did not come to me. His continued absence tore at my heart, reminding me in the harshest of ways that I was little more than a cure for boredom in his eyes. I told myself again and again his attention meant nothing, but I felt the lie like a barb in my heart each time it passed through my mind.

It meant something to me.

That night, I returned to the garden, taking up my seat beside the reflecting pond to clear my head. Slowly, the tension of the day left and my shoulders sagged forward, exhaustion claiming my senses.

A tiny, familiar sound drew my attention. When I looked up, my vulpine friend sat beneath the raining sakuras. The sight of the little animal brought a smile to my face.  I held out my hand to him. He closed the space between us silently, no longer afraid of me, and pressed his tiny, white head against my outstretched fingers. Those intelligent eyes looked up at me, and when his tail moved, I nearly fell backwards in surprise. His one tail was actually…seven.

“Y-you are kitsune?” I asked, and the way the animal looked at me, its head canted to the left and its snout upturned, told me that not only did it understand me, it agreed with my assessment. My heart leapt into my throat when it slinked over and placed itself in my lap, curling up with its head against my knee and going to sleep.

I sat there silently, the weight of this revelation causing my heart to stutter as I stroked the sleeping god’s soft, downy fur. The small, repetitive motion helped to clear my head of anything but its presence, and when I found myself nodding against the tree, I lifted the kitsune into my arms and took it with me back to my futon where it nestled down beside me and returned easily to its slumber.

Night after night it returned to my side and lay against me as I slept. The ache in my heart eased, replaced by a newfound affection for the creature. I found myself thinking of Mitsuhide after that, not in loneliness but instead as if he were the animal which had taken up residence in my heart. He’d been called many things in my time there – oni, kitsune, snake… yet I couldn’t reconcile the gentle animal in my arms with the man who kept my heart in a vise.

My spirits improved and as the days passed, I began to return to a version of my former self. The others resumed their teasing affections. I began to smile again. I did not speak of my nightly visitor to anyone; no one would have believed me.

So it remained my secret, which I allowed to fill the void in my chest.

***

On the ninth day following Mitsuhide’s return, I woke to find the kitsune gone and a maid fetching me to visit the inner quarters of the tenshu after council, where Lord Nobunaga sat at his desk, head bent into his work. I tapped my fingers against the wood frame of the shōji and slid it to the side while announcing my arrival. Still he did not look up from the papers in his hands.

“I have messages which need delivering,” Nobunaga said by way of greeting. “Several of them. I trust you know the way.” After all this time, I’d not reached the level of friendly banter with him that I had with most of the others. His presence intimidated me.

“Yes, my lord,” I replied and swept the bundle of letters from the corner of his desk.

“One more thing.” he said as I made to leave. I turned back and he motioned to the table beside the door. “That package is for Mitsuhide. Take it when you go.”

“Yes, my Lord.” I said again though I wanted to question him. It was unlike Mitsuhide to not keep quarters in the Manor given recent tensions with a few of the local Daimyōs. His continued absence gave me pause and, given the lateness in the day, I found myself concerned for my return safety.

The clearing of Nobunaga’s throat told me I’d remained immobile longer than he felt was appropriate. “Mitsuhide is expecting what’s inside that package, so I suggest you make haste.”

“Yes, my Lord,” I repeated and swept it under my arm beside his letters before exiting the room. The shōji slid closed behind me and I released a shudder. The maids and pages swore Nobunaga showed great affection for me, which, given the intensity of each encounter with him made me question his dislike. He showed no affection at all.

***

I made quick work of my letter deliveries despite the insistence of hospitality by those in receipt. Lord Nobunaga’s most trusted Daimyōs were never anything less than considerate where I was concerned. I often found myself daydreaming all manner of romantic intrigue starring each of these handsome men, yet my body and, inexplicably, my heart belonged to the least available man in our Lord’s assorted collection.

Having finally extricated myself from Masamune’s impromptu banquet and subsequent attempt at seduction, I turned toward the outskirts of town, a concerned eye cast toward both the setting sun and the gathering clouds overhead. It was already late in the day and the air itself felt heavy with the threat of rain. Leaving the delivery to Mitsuhide for last meant the longest walk back to the Manor and was, in retrospect, a foolish idea. I found myself torn, however, between want of his company and anxiety at seeing him after so many days without one of his nightly visits. He rarely kept an audience in his own home since becoming Nobunaga’s “left hand”, so to speak, which made me wonder yet again if my presence might be the reason for his extended absence.

By the time I reached Mitsuhide’s manor, clouds completely obscured the sun; dark, heavy orbs that promised more than just rain.

***

He knelt at his desk, silver head bent over some piece of correspondence. In his pale left hand he held a brush, marking down notes in his perfect, precise writing. Should I not have intimate knowledge of his corporeal form, I might have thought him a ghost in his perfect paleness.

Mitsuhide did not acknowledge my presence as I crossed the room, bowing formally despite his inattention, to place the package on his desk. When he made no move to speak, I turned to leave, a curious mixture of relief and disappointment coursing through me as I reached the door.

“The Princess certainly is in a hurry tonight,” he said, his smooth, deep voice startling me and causing me to misstep. Grasping the door frame, I managed to right myself before I tumbled to the floor. “My, my…she is quite the clumsy one as well.”

“Fool,” I snapped, berating myself under my breath.

“What was that?” he asked, humor and irritation battling for dominance in his voice. “Did you say something?” Mitsuhide rose from his desk, his head lilting to one side as he studied me. He drifted closer, his movements a smooth, graceful flow that also lent themselves to his spectral image. The look in his eyes—pure derision—made me want to scream at him, to let out this toxic swirl of emotions he caused inside me. I craved his touch, yet I wanted desperately to escape him. So potent was my confusion that I found myself incapable of moving despite the lack of physical restraint.

“I just stumbled a bit is all. I will be going now.”

“Stay.” The single word echoed across the room as an order.

I paused, rooted to the spot by his command as he stepped up behind me, his large, cold hands landing on my shoulders and sliding along my arms. He leaned down, his breath tickling over the fine hairs which had slipped loose from my bun. His touch was so familiar, yet so foreign.

“You are quite entertaining tonight, little mouse,” he said. His lips slid along the curve of my neck, not quite touching yet igniting a trail of fire over my skin. I shivered, torn between wanting him and wanting to push him away.

“I should leave,” my traitorous tongue offered.

Mitsuhide released me immediately, his hands falling away as he took a step back. “Yes,” he replied, voice flat and wholly without affect. Whatever spell he’d begun to weave was broken.

I could not meet his eyes as I fled his room.

I ran down the hall as fast as my sandals would allow, the hard, wooden soles clacking loudly in the empty halls. The sun was completely gone from sight, and as I reached the door the first bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

“No…” I said aloud, the word leaving me in a gasp as I slid to a halt. There would no way I would make it home in this weather. I wouldn’t even make it to Masamune’s manor, though it was the closest.

Panic set in, and I began to wonder if perhaps Nobunaga had organized this event himself. After all, if any one man were capable of successfully ordering the sky to rain, it would be him.

A gust of wind and a peal of thunder greeted me as the sky split wide and rain began to pour. Embarrassment heated my cheeks as I thought of returning to Mitsuhide and begging sanctuary for the night. Going out in the storm in search of shelter at Masamune’s home almost seemed preferable to offering an apology to the deviant trickster, because even with an apology there was no guarantee he would not turn me out anyway.

In the face of a second bolt of lightning, I took a breath and prepared to step out into the deluge.

Hands wound around my waist, jarring a scream out of me as I was pulled back against a firm, lean body—one I knew very well.

“Surely you were not thinking of going out in this storm,” he said, one hand sliding up my body, between the valley of my breasts, to close around my throat. Long, cold fingers gripped my skin, squeezing just enough to partially constrict my airway. My heart raced, my pulse fluttering wildly against the hands that held me captive.

“You know full well Lord Nobunaga would separate my head from my shoulders if I allowed his lucky charm to catch her death in the rain.”

“It’s warm enough,” I choked out against the pressure of his palm on my windpipe. I did not want to go out in the storm, but I saw no other option. I wanted to give in to this new game of his even less. “I’m not afraid.”

Even though I wanted him.

“Be that as it may, I quite enjoy living.”

Mitsuhide lifted me by the waist as if I weighed nothing and backed away from the door. I watched, mortified and furious, as my freedom shrank away in a flash of lightning and rain.

“Let me go, Mitsuhide,” I demanded. He laughed in response, a bitter, violent sound.

“No.”

“Now.”

“No.”

He backed down the hall, allowing me to see the still open door, until we reached the bend in the hallway. He turned then, carrying me back into his room where he dropped me unceremoniously to the floor before returning to his desk.

“Pretend to be obedient and stay there,” he said, lifting his brush and sweeping it through the prepared ink once more.

“Why?”

“Obedient girls are rewarded,” he replied without looking at me. “Now be quiet.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll sew those pretty lips shut.”

I did not doubt for a moment that he would. Knowing his profession—spy, assassin, trickster…he carried many names and many insults upon his unflappable person, and he did so in the name of our Lord’s “greater good”—I trusted that whatever horrible thing fell from his mouth would be the unwavering truth. Yet something about him still brought out the worst in me.

Defiant, I rose from the floor and straightened my disheveled kimono, paying close attention to the collar which had come loose under his hand.

“I do not recall giving you permission to move,” he said, still not looking at me.

“I did not ask.”

This time he did look at me, that thin smile dancing on his lips but not reaching his cruel eyes. He looked like a man on the hunt and I fought the urge to run, not wishing to end up his prey.

Never run from a wild animal. That will make it chase you.

“You must not want your reward, Princess.”

“You have nothing I want.”

His lips curled tighter, his smile widening as humor danced in his fool’s-gold eyes. “How cute,” he said, lying his brush to the side and rising in a fluid, graceful motion. He seemed to float across the floor rather than walk, coming toward me with that same dark, hungry expression I’d seen before. “Though you and I both know that is quite the monumental lie.”

I took a step back. “But it is my lie to tell,” I said, retreating further in the face of his advance. He stalked me like a predator, smooth with a focused intensity that made me question everything about this moment. “And so long as I do not admit the lie, it remains the truth.”

Mitsuhide paused, his smile sharpening. “Such sass…”

“What can I say? You bring out the best in me.”

He laughed. “It seems my pet has found her claws.” The humor—short-lived as it was—melted from his eyes and he closed the remaining distance between us. My back found purchase yet again against the wall and he crowded into my personal space. That liquid silver gaze bored into me, his scimitar grin sharpened by the contempt in his eyes. He leaned close to my ear, his breath whispering over my skin as he spoke.

“What is it you desire of me?”

He did not touch me, yet I could feel the heat of his body radiating through the layers of my kimono. I could smell his skin—a heady mix of gunpowder and rain—and my belly quivered, my body craving his touch. My heart hammered against my ribcage as Mitsuhide held me captive between his body and the wall, still without placing his hands on me. I cast my gaze downward, the smooth, pale skin of his chest behind his parted kimono filling my vision.

A body completely without color in his skin, I thought, fascinated and terrified by the power emanating from him. My mind drifted back to the small animal in the gardens, its snow-white fur brightly reminiscent of his body.

“I asked you a question, Princess,” he said, closing the last bit of distance between our bodies. Mitsuhide placed one hand on either side of my head, caging me against the wall, and leaned into me, his body brushing mine as he breathed. One knee slipped between my legs, his muscular thigh adding a delicious new pressure to my center. A wanton moan escaped my throat and he responded with a chittering growl, the sound both foreign and familiar. When I forced myself to look back into his pale eyes, I realized exactly why.

“Kitsune…” I gasped as I recognized the familiar silver eyes of my seven-tailed companion sitting deep in his face. For an instant, his sculpted façade slipped and I saw the surprise behind it. Then the veil fell neatly back into place just as quickly and his lips curled back into that savage smile. For all my daydreaming, I never thought it would actually be true.

“Bold words, he said, his voice carrying a new edge. He flexed his thigh against me, drawing another inappropriate sound from my throat. “Potentially foolish words.”

“Foolish that I should figure out your secret?” I replied, emboldened by this knew knowledge. My heart swelled in my chest as I thought of Mitsuhide sleeping peacefully at my side night after night, his true form revealed to me. I stared back at him, unashamed. “You’ve come to me night after night when you’d have me believe you were avoiding me.” His eyes narrowed at my words. “I would argue that my deduction is actually quite clever. Kitsune.” The word came out with more conviction this time; the connection between this man and the pale animal which frequented the gardens was tenuous at best, yet once it made itself, it could not be broken. He stared at me with the same intelligent curiosity as the animal. The taste of his scent on the back of my tongue as I inhaled worked to further the notion in my mind.

Mitsuhide released me, backing away in a hasty retreat. He could not hide the surprise that I’d figured it out.

“Are you going to deny it?” I questioned, pushing away from the wall and following behind. Now that I knew, I needed to hear the truth. “You have never once been honest with me, Mitsuhide. Now would be a good time to start if you ever expect me to speak to you again.”

His expression turned cold and hard when he glanced back over his shoulder at me. “It is but one of the many things I have been called, little one.”

“Even when you refuse to come to me, you have still maintained your visits,” I continued, wildly wondering how far I could push him before he struck me down. I had no proof save this instinct. Still I followed him across the room, stopping just short of touching him as he stepped up to the open garden door. And as much as I wanted it to be him, part of me prayed I was wrong.

“My, you are quite brave to corner an animal,” he responded, turning to stare down at me.

“I do not fear you,” I lied.

“You should.”

“Why?”

He tilted his head to the side. “Animals are dangerous.”

“You are not.”

“Then you are as naive as you are beautiful.” He advanced on me as my feet carried me backwards, halting only when his arm went around my waist and his mouth was a hairsbreadth from mine. His sake-sweetened breath slid over my lips as he spoke.

“I ask you again, Princess, what do you want of me?”

My mouth opened and closed, yet I was incapable of sound. The proper words with which to verbalize my comingled desire and fear eluded me, dancing just out of reach of my tongue. His presence—the scent of his skin, the heat of his body—overwhelmed my senses.

“Why the hesitation, little one?” I felt the curve of his smile against my lips. “You were so bold only a moment ago.”

I remained still under the weight of his presence, fighting the urge to sway into him and make that simple contact I both feared and craved.

“I…I want you to love me.”

Laugher was not the reaction I expected. Mitsuhide’s long fingers lifted to graze the side of my face before tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“Do not laugh at me,” I said, my voice cracking.

What makes you think I was laughing at you, little mouse?”

Those steely eyes bored into mine, but when he smiled, his gaze softened. My sinuses burned with the same shame that heated my cheeks. He made me feel so small and helpless.

“I told you the truth,” I replied. “And you laughed. What else am I supposed to believe but that it was at my expense?”

I closed my eyes against the sensation of his fingers sliding through my hair and willed my pulse to slow.

“You are truly an entertaining creature,” Mitsuhide said. “You dare to call out the true form of an immortal being. You demand the truth from one known to tell nothing but lies. Yet all you ask for is my love.”

Shivers of anticipation danced along my spine. His presence, the scent of his skin, the sound of his voice…I was so lost to the spell he cast that I could no longer deny my love for him. Though, there was a lingering hardness in the way he looked at me that made me question whether or not I should even be here.

“Little mouse…”

“Does Nobunaga know?” I asked, stopping whatever he intended to say. He froze and the room chilled from the sudden tension emanating from him.

“No.”

I closed my eyes and released a breath.

“Why,” he asked, drawing my attention back, “when given the opportunity to ask a favor from a god—particularly one whose secret only you know—do you ask for the one thing you already have?”

A faltering breath fell from my lips as the reality of his words settled around me.

“Y-you…” My bottom lip quivered as I stared up into those ever-changing, quicksilver eyes. “But you act like you despise me.”

That signature smirk returned to his lips. “I do no such thing.”

“You look down your nose at me like I’m stupid. Your gaze tells me you have nothing but contempt for me.”

“Not you, little one. For myself.”

“You tease me. You lie to me. You—”

“—come to you every night I am able,” he finished for me. “I believed I could keep my distance from you, my alluring little seamstress.” His fingers continued their conquest of my body, tickling down my neck and over my shoulder, then along the line of my arm to twine with mine. “It is unfair of me to draw you into my life,” Mitsuhide continued. He lifted my hand up between us and pressed his lips to the back of my knuckles, sending a frisson of pleasure down my arm. “Yet I discovered a uniquely frustrating inability to stay away from you.”

“Mitsuhide…”

“Let me finish,” he replied, harsher than either of us expected. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he quickly recovered his placid expression. “I came to you with the intent of satiating a hunger—a hunger you and I have shared for quite some time if your open door is any indication.”

The tears I’d fought for so long slipped over my cheeks, leaving thin, wet tracks along my face that Mitsuhide wiped away with the fingertips of his free hand. “But you never…”

“Never what?”

“You never spoke. You never made a sound until…” my voice trailed away to little more than a whisper when I managed to speak again, “…until that last time.”

“Mmm…yes.” Mitsuhide blinked; another action I could not consciously remember ever seeing. “As long as there was no verbal interaction put to this, I believed that you and I could keep from speaking its true name.”

“Even if you made no noise at all, I would know it was you.”

“And I, you,” he admitted, though to do so appeared physically painful. “I thought the physical release would purge the desire for you from my mind.”

“But it had the opposite effect.”

“Yes. And knowing I would be leaving you again for an undisclosed amount of time was surprisingly difficult. There was, as always, the chance I may not return.”

“With seven tails, surely you’re old enough to know how to escape any situation.”

His lips curled at the corners and a new sparkle came into his eye. “You are not wrong, little mouse. But my work, as you know, is not for the faint of heart.” Mitsuhide’s knuckles brushed over the arch of my cheek, just the faintest whisper of skin on skin. “And to think that my death could break your heart reminded me just how cruel I’d been to you.”

“Then why come back to me at all?”

An expression of incredulity passed across his delicate features. Mitsuhide had never appeared more ethereal—more inhuman—than he did in that moment. “Surely you are able to parse the answer to that from the conversation we’ve already had.”

“And now you’re teasing me again.”

“Of course. Would you expect any less of me?”

My heart fractured under the weight of his words. Even now, he refused to be honest with me. Though I knew it would do no good, I turned my gaze back to his and said, “yes.” My heart thumped hard, giving me more pain. “I’ve laid out my heart for you and asked for only one thing in return. I thought maybe you’d tell me the truth without talking in circles.”

Mitsuhide’s face reflected something between humor and exasperation. The urge to punch him joined the desire to kiss him.

“Did I not tell you that you already have the one thing you want? What more is there to the truth?”

I shook my head. When I tried to step back, I realized that his arms were around me, holding me against him. “I can’t help but wait for the moment when you tell me you’re kidding and break my heart again.” My voice cracked on the last word, the emotion I’d been trying—and failing to hide bubbling to the surface.

“Y/N…” His touch was so tender that it brought fresh tears to my eyes as he cradled my face in his hands. “I am sorry,” he whispered and closed the distance between us.

My breath stuttered and the world stopped turning as Mitsuhide’s lips brushed over mine. Just the tiniest touch of skin to skin. My heartbeat faltered then exploded into a gallop when his mouth closed over mine. Every hope, every daydream became a reality in that moment. My lips fell open as his tongue swept inside, offering me the first taste of him.

Mitsuhide drank from my lips as if I were water in the desert, a desperate, hungry, possessive action that turned my knees to jelly. I was so wrapped up in the deliciousness of his kiss that I didn’t notice he’d lifted me until my back landed on the soft down of his futon. His long, lithe body came down over me, his hips settling between my knees as he continued to devour me.

My body was so attuned to his presence that I began to shiver, my sex weeping in anticipation of his touch.  Mitsuhide’s fingers moved to my waist where he tugged loose the ties holding my clothing together. Cool air drifted over my newly-exposed body, causing me to shiver. It was then that my lover righted himself onto his knees above me.

His hungry gaze raked over me, but it was not without that darkness, I noticed. I reached to close my kimono over my now-unbound breasts when he stopped me with a single word.

“No,” Mitsuhide demanded and I paused mid-movement, allowing my arms to fall away. “I want to see you. All of you.”

With the tips of his fingers, he slid the fabric down my arms and bade me pull my arms free. The silk was parted at my hips already, crushed beneath his knees and baring my entire body to him. My skin flushed a deep crimson under his scrutiny.

“I should not crave your attention the way I do,” he said, his voice a low rumble in the still night air. “I should send you away, for your safety and for mine…but gods help me, I can’t.”

He fell forward again, crushing his mouth to mine. His own clothing fell open, brushing against my body as he bore down on me once more. With one hand he drew my leg up around his waist and I wound my arms around his neck again, holding him to me. The feel of his body against mine was such exquisite torture. Mitsuhide broke the kiss, moving down over my throat again with lips, teeth, and tongue, but this time he didn’t stop at the base of my throat. He continued downward, his hands still moving over every inch of my skin. His warm, wet mouth slid over my breast and he took my nipple between his teeth at the same time he thrust his hips forward, rocking his erection against my center. We both groaned and when he tugged on my sensitive flesh with his teeth, little sparklers of pleasure erupted along my nerve endings. He kissed and teased his way down my body, drawing out sounds I knew I should be embarrassed by, but I was so far gone in the spiral of pleasure that I didn’t care who might hear me.

Each sensation, though familiar, was also a new experience. His lips tickling along my ribs, his teeth nipping at the underside of my breast, those roughened yet graceful hands pushing my kimono completely off and further parting my thighs…I writhed under his touch, my fingers tangling in his silken, white hair. With each new sensation I moaned again, his name tumbling from my lips over and over.

One finger slid along my sex, gathering my wetness and bringing it up to circle my clit with tiny, gentle movements. My hips rose under his touch and a long, desperate cry echoed out from my throat. Mitsuhide laughed, the music like ice-coated bells.

“You respond so beautifully to my touch, little one.”

Beyond words, I tightened my fingers in his hair and urged him upward. He obeyed the silent command, his lips finding mine at the same moment his fingers plunged inside of me. He swallowed my cry in a hungry kiss, his tongue and hands working in tandem to drive me out of my mind.

Every muscle in my body quivered in desperate need for release, but Mitsuhide was in no hurry. His slow, languid movements betrayed no need of his own, though when he kissed me, I could feel the tension radiating from him.

He worked my channel with his digits, filling and stretching me, drawing me to the absolute brink of pleasure before slowing his movements. Even in a lover’s embrace he still insisted on teasing me.

“Mit…su…hi…de…” I uttered between gasps, “please…”

“Please what, little mouse?” The smile on his lips was both arousing and infuriating.

“More,” I choked out, tears sliding from the corners of my eyes as he brought me to the point of release only to deny me yet again by removing his fingers completely.

“More what?” he asked, humor dancing in his eyes as I bit my knuckles to keep from screaming. He took my hand, pulling my fingers free of my mouth. “I cannot understand you when you mumble.”

“Mitsuhide!” I cried out, my body sweaty and shaking from the repeated denial. “Don’t tease me.”

“Now why would I end my favorite game?” he asked. “You do make such lovely sounds when I tease you.” His fingers slipped along the lips of my sex again, though no matter how I tried to urge him back, he touched me only with the lightest of contact.

“I…I need you,” I admit, my face heating in a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “I need all of you.”

“In good time, love,” he replied, dipping his fingers back inside once more. My body arched as he curled his long digits, finding my most sensitive spot and bringing me back to the threshold of ultimate pleasure. I held tightly to his shoulders, my fingers digging into his bare skin, as the first tingles spread.

He pulled his fingers away again and I screamed in frustration, my nails digging into his skin hard enough to leave marks. Then he was over me, his hard length sliding inside with one fluid, graceful motion, and I shattered. My whole body spasmed under the waves of intense pleasure. Mitsuhide claimed my lips again, kissing me deeply as he began to move.

My cry of pleasure turned to a lingering moan as each slow, deep thrust transformed my orgasm into tantric plateau of ecstasy. The intensity of each sensation increased tenfold when he curled himself around me, braced on his forearms with his hands cradling my head, lips and teeth dancing along my neck and shoulder. I circled my arms around his body, feeling the flex of muscle that accompanied each thrust. Time and again he returned to drink from my moaning lips as the speed of his movements lost their gilded edge. Each new sensation grew more frenzied and needy, as if he’d had the thought to devour me from the inside out.

Mitsuhide shifted positions ever-so-slightly yet reached deeper, dragging more and louder, carnal sounds from my throat. My body writhed; my head tossed from side to side. Every inch of my skin burned, every breath carried a sweet ache, yet my lover remained quiet, the only sounds issuing from him coming as tiny, breathless gasps.

He whispered my name, his lips against my earlobe, and gave a single, desperate order: “Again.”

For a second time, I came apart in his arms, screaming his name as every muscle in my body seized beneath him. My head flew back and his teeth sank into my throat, no doubt marking me as he let go a long, low groan and buried himself to the hilt, filling me with his warmth.

I fell lax beneath him, sweaty and exhausted, my arms shaking from the exertion of holding him to me and his weight dropped enough to pin me to the futon. We lay in that weak, twisted embrace until I began to drift into unconsciousness. Only then did Mitsuhide roll to the side and pull me into his arms, peppering my face with gentle kisses. With one hand on top of my head he guided me to lay against his chest, tucking my hair behind my ear and leaning his chin against my forehead.

Yet again as I was just on the brink of sleep, he laughed.

“I must say, I am surprised at you,” he said, his own voice not as smooth and sturdy as before.

“What?” I mumbled sleepily, tilting my head up.

He kissed my forehead. “You never asked what was in the package you delivered.”

No…no, I didn’t. But I had more important things in my head…and other places. This was not how I intended this evening to go, but I wasn’t the least bit sorry it had.

“So, what’s in the box?” I asked, knowing he was waiting for me to take the bait.

“Would you like to see?”

“I don’t know,” I answered, leaning up on one elbow to look down at him. “Is it going to attack, explode, or otherwise injure me?”

That frustratingly unreadable smirk appeared on his beautiful lips. “The only way you’ll find out is if you open it.”

“Me?”

“Of course.”

“Why me?”

“Why would you not open a gift to you?”

Wait…what?

“So…this was all a setup?” I should have known. Sneaky fox.

Literally.

“Possibly. Though I can’t say I’m entirely disappointed by the outcome of the evening.”

All the malice, all the venom, was gone from his gaze. When Mitsuhide looked up at me, it was with love and adoration. My heart skipped a beat and I leaned down to kiss him softly. When I pulled back, his eyebrows rose.

“Thanking me already, little mouse? You don’t even know what you have yet.”

“I already got my gift,” I tell him.

“I’m afraid not,” he replied, rolling over me and pinning me to the futon once more. “I do believe what happened here tonight was my gift.” He punctuated the words with a thrust of his hips against me, drawing another small moan out of me. “Your gift is on my desk.”

“Then go get it.”

“Yes, Princess,” he replied, still mocking me, and rose from the floor. His naked form was a glorious sight, all lean muscle and sinew moving with silent elegance across the room and back. He returned and knelt beside me, shameless in his nudity, and placed the package in my hands.

I tested the weight in my hands. It wasn’t heavy; small and compact and empty, I’d assume, if Mitsuhide hadn’t insisted I open it. My fingers shook with a new burst of nerves as I loosened the twine and unfolded the paper to reveal a bundle of pure-white silk fabric adorned with deep blue bellflowers.

The Akechi crest.

“There is more,” he urged, lifting the bundle and turning it in my hands to show where it was folded. “I hadn’t dared hope you would believe my truth,” he said as I began to unfold the sides of the fabric. “Or that you would be so accepting of one so cruel. I’ve lived the lives of a hundred men and never have I met one so pure and lovely as you. No matter the form, you’ve been so kind to me—foolishly gentle, I might say—and though I knew I shouldn’t…”

The last corner of fabric fell away to reveal a small, silk collar made of fine silk and adorned with bellflowers, the colors inverted from its wrapping. A small lock dangled from the metal rings fastened into its ends. It was just large enough to fit…

“Though I’ve tried to push you away countless times, I cannot help that I want you bound to me,” he said. The façade was gone, stripped bare to reveal the truth beneath his mask. “It is known that a collared kitsune is beholden to the master who holds the key,” he continued, producing a tiny key from…somewhere. “For without the key, the kitsune cannot take its human form.” He lifted my free hand and placed the key in it. It was a perfect match to the lock and my breath caught in my throat. “That master is the one to whom the kitsune will always return.” Mitsuhide tucked his fingers under my chin and lifted my watery, burning gaze to meet his. “Protect that key, little mouse,” he said and pressed his lips to mine. I leaned into him, my heart full to bursting. “As long as you own that key, I am yours.”

The collar and the key clattered to the wooden floor as I pulled him back into the futon, into my arms. We kissed until my lips were swollen and sore. Mitsuhide made love to me again and again, until we were spent and weak, tangled in each other’s arms and unable to move.

“Mitsuhide?” I asked, my ear pressed to his chest to listen to his strong, steady heartbeat.

“Yes, love?”

“I love you.”

He chuckled and kissed my forehead again. “And I, you.”

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Thoughts on Janus’ Playlist...

Some of my first-time-hearing reactions to Janus’ playlist (sorry for the rambling parts):

Black Hole Sun: It’s apparently about depression according to Genius? Like it’s kinda like yearning for the depression to be sucked into the “black hole sun”... The snake references and heaven and hell is definitely Janus. Also, it sounds old-timey like a jazz song, so that sets up the mood of the entire playlist. I don’t really get this... but this feels like a mood setter for the entire thing, unless it means something else. What do you guys think?

It Seemed the Better Way: The strings? CHILLS. Leonard Cohen’s voice reminds me of Hades in Hadestown. “Sounded like the truth, seemed the better way... but it’s not the truth today” is just his motto is what I’m seeing. And then the “I better hold my tongue, I better take my place...” part feels like resignation to me. It’s either Janus is trying to help, but that didn’t work so he resigns to become the “villain” of the light sides. It could allude to the dark sides as a whole: they are all trying to help Thomas in their ways, but because being themselves doesn’t work, they need the villain, spooky facade.

Anywhere: Ooh, I’m seeing a vintage vibe from all of this... Back to the song. “It’s a beautiful / If you’ve been lied to” is a good callback to the whole “society is built on lies” from SvS from Jay Dee. “Let this be a call to arms / At the changing of the avante garde / Nothing in this world... is beautiful.” Is Janus a pessimist? If so, he’s a good juxtaposition to Patton, the optimist. Also, the vocals remind me of like a really old timey radio, semi-haunted... my instincts say that it feels like the singer is like Harrison Bergeron (Kurt Vonnegut; do read it; it’s a good short story) trying to tell the truth about this world that people think is a good place.

Talking at the Same Time: Someone please draw Janus as like a 1920s gentleman character swaggering... wait I can. This song reminds me of “Why don’t you do right” by Jessica Rabbit on “Who Framed Roger Rabbit.” Jazz or blues? Either one. This song is really depressing? I don’t know why, but there is that feel of everything is hopeless. Pessimistic, again. “A tiny boy... made a sword from a stick and a gun from his hand” reminds me of Roman in a way? But then again, the “we bailed out all the millionaires / they’ve got the fruit / We’ve got the rind” doesn’t remind me of Roman.

all the good girls go to hell: “MY LUCIFER IS LOOONELYY”... sorry I love this song. Anyways, the lyrics really speak to Janus just because of the whole duality and Christian metaphors. Also, J is the side who would definitely “want the Devil on her team”. We love the whole duality motif. I just *chef’s kiss x3*.

Denial: OH MY GOSH THE SVS REDUX... J was denial. HE WAS DENIAL. “Just don’t shut your eyes closed / Not until I get it off my chest” is basically the blindfold metaphor that happened throughout SvS, so would this be the message he wants to send to Thomas and Patton... or maybe the entire light sides. “Have you turned a corner? / Do you think of leaving me behind?” Dark side acceptance arc? Also, “I know you’re looking for direction... I know where you wanna go / Oh I do, but do you?” is to Roman and Thomas for the callback because he knew they wanted to go “so bad.”

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Trust in Me: Of course, snek boi, I knew this could be something you’ll put in. But do we trust you? So this is his suave villainy song. This again shows how Bananaconda child operates; he wants Thomas to trust him and be selfish but excessively. That’s why balance is necessary for all of the sides!

Razzle Dazzle: *gasp* MUSICAL SONGS NOW? YASSS. Definition is “noisy, showy, and exciting activity and display designed to attract and impress,” so the whole facade of being fancy to hide the insecurities and “bad” parts. Sounds like someone we know (*cough* ROMAN *cough*). “What if your hinges all are rusting / What if, in fact, you’re just disgusting? / Razzle dazzle ‘em and they’ll never catch wise” is just a jab and a stab at Roman. Or maybe it’s him. He’s also the dramatic one. If so, we have angst arriving.

When the Chips are Down: HADESTOWN OH MY YES! STRINGS! AAAAA! Does Janus give me Fate vibes in a way? Yes, definitely. “Nobody’s righteous / Nobody’s proud / Nobody’s innocent / Now that the chips are down” Holy CRAPP. It’s the perfect response to Patton’s “Nobody’s perfect... except for Thomas, he loves his friends!” in SvS. Now that the “chips are down,” Thomas should take after himself... after all, the Fates were telling Eurydice to look after herself. Sounds like what Janus said to Thomas after the Redux.

Mandy Goes to Med School: Oh. Um. This sounds like the whole jazz/20′s theme. This song’s apparently about abortion? I’m kinda confused, so feel free to add on! But it’s quite the bop, just listening to it. Maybe the whole thought that society makes laws based on a false conception? Help.

I Put A Spell On You: Janus definitely goes to jazz clubs. “I can’t stand it ‘cause you put me down” and “I tell ya I ain’t lyin’” and “Because you’re mine” makes the whole villainesque feel. I don’t know where this was from, but this stands out to me just because it was on the “Friends on the Other Side Mashup”. 

Evil Night Together: Ominous, and then jazzy. Jay Dee’s flirting skills go to the max. This also gives the villain vibe by the lyrics referencing things that Remus would be fond about. Also, “Who’s gonna make you a hero” seems to be directed to Roman like he did in SvS. This is a very seductive song with really dark undertones about crime. Janus, that slimy snek boi is a lawful neutral to evil. 

Dont’ Tell Mama: Cabaret... a classic musical, eh? “Hush up, don’t tell mama / Shush up, don’t tell mama” goes to Janus’ power to silence people. “If you had a secret, you bet I would keep it / I would never tell on you...” Janus is definitely the one about lies and secrets, so that goes to that.

You’re a Cad: “What’s the point pretending that you could be a better man? / Just give in, since you always end up right back where you began” “You’re a rascal and a rogue, a villain and a crook” is the other sides viewing him, and “Still I tug at your line, I’m a fish on your hook” and “I should be better, but I’m worse” is hinting at some Janus angst. I think it’s going to be something about trust

As Far as I Can See: JANUS ANGST TRUCKING IN ON TO YA: “Nobody loves me / As far as I can tell.” Or even “Nobody’s listening as far as I can tell / And when I’m crying out / Nobody cries back for me.” Haha... I’m totally fine (*sobbing*). Also, the “we’re all going down / all down the staircase aboard” either hints at the Redux statement of pushing people off staircases... or maybe Virgil who went down the staircase and left the dark sides. Gosh, I thought this was gonna be a hype song by the beat, but I stand corrected.

Criminal: Oh, so the angst continues. Great. Totally great. This somehow links back to the bloopers of Thomas, as J, saying “I’m not bad; I’m just drawn that way.” This is peak sarcasm in a way, but I don’t really know. “I’ve done wrong and I wanna suffer for my sins / I’ve come to you cause I need guidance to be true / And I just don’t know where I can begin”... is this from Thomas to Janus or the other way? If it’s from Thomas, Janus is kinda mad and is using as much sass as he wants. If it’s from Janus, it’s either he’s lying or he genuinely wants a redemption arc like Virgil did... but in a not so righteous way with “And I need to be redeemed / To the one I’ve sinned against / Because he’s all I ever knew of love.” I don’t really know, but this is such a bop.

Change: “I’ve been thinking it’s just someone else’s job to care / Who am I to sympathize when no one gives a d-” and “” Wow. Janus has his similarities with Logan. He wants to be listened to the sides. I mean, there is a reason why he impersonates the light sides: to be listened without bias. “Change is a powerful thing / I feel it coming in me” foreshadows some good stuff with Janus! YES! Also, “Maybe by the time this song is done / I’ll be able / To be honest” and the rest of the lyrics just hit me like a truck? It hurts the soul in a way. Change is inevitable is the message, so would that mean Janus could have an upgrade? I mean, the change started when SvS Redux happened with him coming out and being accepted by the light sides, so maybe, maybe things will change from there in a good way.

Devil In The Details: “A house of cards / A supple heart / Is not a place to dwell”.... Patton? Oh no. “But know there’s no backing out / This is gonna be reality / You can never dream it out” is going to his reputation and relations with the sides and Thomas? He seemed to have hesitated to say his name and let his reputation down since that would change everything that he has known over the years. Would this mean the dark and light side thing will break in later episodes? Maybe. “I put the past into the ground / I saw the future as a cloud / If there’s still time to turn around / I’m going to” is a big oof. And then... “I am the first one I deceive / If I can make myself believe / The rest is easy” comes in. Is Janus lying to himself? He’s the manifestation of deceit, but is he also doing that to himself? Or it could be to Thomas. But then again...

Come Little Children: Spooky. Nice. This feels like a lullaby. “It must be this way / To weary of life and deceptions / Rest now my children...” and then “The time’s come to play / Here in my garden of shadows” make me think that Janus thinks that this life is quite... painful. I am not too sure about this, tell me what y’all think!

Into The Unknown: Oh it’s not that one. It’s the one from Over The Garden Wall (the animation if I remember it right). I don’t know why, but I saw Come Little Children and connected that to Into the Unknown as words, so that was cool. “Dancing in a swirl / Of golden memories / The loveliest lies / Of all” refers to nostalgia. This song is about nostalgia. Wait. OH WAIT. Patton’s room is all about that... so would that mean nostalgia is also part of Jay Dee too because of the mood around it that is distorted by emotions? That’s something really cool to think about. One more: “If dreams can’t come true / Then why not pretend?” I feel like this points to Virgil in a way because his dream is complete acceptance, but Janus knows V was a dark side, so maybe he’s hinting at Virgil pretending to compensate for the fact that he is a dark side.

Summary:

Janus’ aesthetic would be a 1920-40 vintage theme with jazz on the background, strings and piano used ominous effect, and being flashy and dramatic. He wants to be listened to the other sides, so he puts up different disguises (like to Pat and Lo), which includes his villain facade he put on for the past maybe 2 or 3 years. He strongly believes that society is built on lies, and like in SvS, he doesn’t want Thomas to be disadvantaged in the said society. He loves the whole duality and juxtapositions (I mean, his name is Janus for a good reason) because he embraces them both. He jabs at several sides for them faking themselves to hide their true feelings, but then again, he might also be lying to himself. He knows that change is inevitable after the whole name reveal, and we know that his acceptance arc is going to come. It could be about trust and facing the reality... just my thoughts. In other words, this playlist gave me a bunch of reasons on why Janus is a great morally gray character.

FEEL FREE TO ADD ON! I LOVE SHARING THOUGHTS! Especially with analysis, more people means more thoughts and new ideas and theories. Thank you! 

[tuffin-tuffmuffin]

Having a blast with XCOM Chimera Squad. flash fic to get me back into the XCOM writing groove, especially with this new world to play with.

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Chimera Squad: Hell on Earth

words: 1082

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  The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

  But how could Whisper have known the first step would be a well-intentioned joke?

  The day Whisper would later realize he had doomed himself, the Mission Control Officer went to bed with a smile on his face. The moment occurred just a few hours before, as Chimera Squad relocated yet again to what would hopefully be their permanent HQ. 

  Whisper was loading in a smaller, fragile case, when Cherub stepped up to the ramp, holding a box so wide it could barely squeeze through the semi truck’s doors. For a moment or two, he was trapped before Cherub realized standing sideways was an option, yet the hybrid apologized like has confessing to murder.

  Whisper simply laughed it off, joking, “It’s alright, Cherub. Just feeling a bit boxed in. Heh.”

  “But you are free to go? And why are you laughing?”

  “It’s... it’s a pun, Cherub. A play on words.”

  “What is a ‘pun?’”

  So, Whisper took five, sat Cherub down, and went over the concept of homonyms, expectations and subversions, and everything that would thoroughly explain the inherent humor of a good pun. To his then-joy, Cherub proved an eager convert, smiling and laughing and attempting his own in just a few minutes. 

  “I see what you mean, with my Hybrid-eyes? Ah? Get it? Huh?” 

  He looked so damn ecstatic, Whisper laughed along, vowing to teach the young soldier the nuances of timing and context later.

  And so, Whisper’s embarked on his unintentional descent into hell. It started slowly, a pun here, another pun there. Cherub would pretend not to hear him approaching, so he could pretend to be surprised and say “he moves like a Whisper!” He would make an ‘X’ from masking tape and leave his radio on top of it, telling the beleaguered support staff that “It’s X-Comm!” When Cherub chided an unimpressed Director Kelly for shamelessly “mugging” him when she offered a coffee, Whisper started to realize something might be wrong, yet failed to act.

  When she arrived though, Whisper’s descent became a free-fall.

  He never quite knew why Torque hated him so much. He knew Viper actually held most people in contempt, but it wasn’t personal and she usually pretended to tolerate them. Not him, though, and he could only guess why. Sure, he was the Training Center’s comms operator where Torque helped train XCOM rookies, but even then, Director Kelly was her direct superior and they got along fine. Whisper thought he explained gently and sufficiently why Torque needed her cranial control chip removed, how it was deadweight and the process had been refined months ago and wouldn’t change her personality, yet she always insisted this messenger was personally ‘lobotomizing her’ and demanded payback. In his mind, Whisper decided that Torque needed someone to pin her frustrations on for picking the losing side, and unfortunately she chose him.

  And Director Kelly personally chose both of them, stuck them in a cramped warehouse, and demanded they either like it or shut up.

  Between Whisper and Torque, it was Cherub who suffered the Viper’s attitude the most. He never, ever stopped trying to be everyone’s friend, but Torque was the only agent who actively resisted him. No matter the respect he showed, the gifts he offered on his limited salary, the legitimately funny puns he tried on her, she always put a hand on her hip and rolled her eyes.

  Yet, the dismissiveness only made the plucky hybrid try even harder. More free meals. More jokes. 

  God, so many puns.

  But he couldn’t break the little Cherub’s heart. 

  So Whisper grit his teeth, grinned and bore it. Unfortunately, Torque noticed.

  He realized the nightmare only months after they settled in, on Earth Day. What was once a minor holiday about ecological preservation, post-Liberation society retooled it into a celebration of everything Earth, second only in observance to Liberation Day. A bit of every holiday into one, and aliens were explicitly invited to better integrate themselves, and Torque explicitly uninvited herself from previous years’ parties.

  Yet, here the Viper was, at the Headquarters’ modest celebration, approaching Whisper with a wrapped gift in her four-fingered hands. 

  Whisper didn’t like the way she smiled. He was lucky enough to see a genuine Viper smile from the first Viper to join XCOM, back before the war even ended. He never forgot that sight, and Torque’s smile looked nothing like it, barely concealing the sassy venom just behind her lips.

  “Torque...” He greeted, putting aside his reservations for a moment. “Didn’t expect to see you here. And with a gift, too. If I recall correctly, you didn’t get me anything last year. Or... the last two years before that.”

  “I know, right?” Torque responded cheerfully. “Hope you’re ready for round four!”

  Whisper sighed. Bearing a gift to a party and simply refusing to give it to anyone would be a perfectly Torque maneuver, in his mind. Unfortunately, he underestimated her.

  “This isn’t for you, ya dingus!” She giggled. “Hey, Cherub!”

“Yes, Torque?”

  The Viper waved him over, much to Whisper’s confusion, and she bobbed with such excitement that Cherub failed to notice was as fake as the Elders’ divinity. Torque bluntly asked, “Cherub, remember when I said I hated your puns and that you should shut up forever?”

  He tapped his chin in thought. “Yeah, you did tell me that. Many, many times, too.”

  “Changed my mind. I love them now. So much...”

  Torque turned, locking her eyes with Whispers with an intense, seething disdain. A sense of dread fell over him, as she continued to address Cherub, “... so much that I found this, especially for you!”

  “Really? That’s so nice! What is it?”

  She never took her eyes off Whisper as Cherub took the package, tore through the wrapping paper, and gasped in excitement. “The Ultimate Dad’s Pun Book: Over 10,000 Laugh Out Loud Jokes, 2014 Edition! Torque, this is amazing! Thank you!”

  Whisper whispered, “Oh no.”  

  Cherub shot forward to hug her, and unlike every other attempt before, the Viper simply accepted it with a grin. She ignored the cheerful Cherub, A perverse joy lurked behind her eyes as she watched the happiness drain from Whisper’s face, misery quick to fill the void. That grin of hers, that devilish grin, covered the entirety of her face. 

  The Viper didn’t utter a sound, but her eyes said See you in Hell, you bastard. 

  And she did, because Hell just came to Earth.

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Gosh, having so much fun. Cherub is so precious, and Torque is just so damn sassy, I love them.

I also wanted to reassure everyone I’ve still got XCOM, gonna give it to ya when it’s ready. There’s a lot of new lore and canon to take in, so I need to digest it a bit more as I plan my previous work’s continuation. by the power of snek, I will continue.

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

March Ado About Nothing

Series Summary - A series of one-shots and  drabbles written based off of prompts posted in the TSS Fanworks Collective server. The goal is to take traditional whump prompts and fill them in the least-angsty way possible every day through March.

A note that though some of these fills are written bait and switch style (written in a way you think is going in one direction but reveals it to be the opposite towards the end) they are all written in a fluffy or silly style with very little, if any at all, actual angst.

Day 1: Hold Me Close

Summary ;  Roman doesn't want to let go of Virgil. Virgil doesn't really mind.

Prompts: Branding, Car Accident, *Failed Escape*

Ships: Platonic or romantic Prinxiety (Roman & Virgil)

Warnings: none. Let me know if there are!

General taglist (ask to be added or removed): @janus-is-an-adorable-snek-boi  @im-an-anxious-wreck (If you are tagged please reblog)

WC: 590

Virgil awoke with a gasp, tensing as he felt the shackles around him tighten ever so slightly. He held his breath as his heart slowed down little by little while his wide eyes scanned the room for threats. Shadows clung to the corners of the room like inky webbing and he could just barely make out the early morning sun trying its best best to pierce through curtains that should have been cleaned ages ago. His back was twisted uncomfortably, full weight resting on his arm which had gone completely numb as some point during the night. Evening? He wasn’t sure when he had laid down to sleep, only that he was here now and he desperately needed to get free as quickly as possible.

Wiggling proved to be nearly impossible as he really only managed to tangle himself further, the bindings around his legs just growing frustratingly more secure the more he tried to kick. The shackles around his chest tightened even further as he grunted with exertion, finally letting out a sigh and wiggling back enough that he could reach around to try and untangle himself from the source of his distress. Too late he realized his attempt to escape had failed as he was pressed close to a warm chest and strong arms pinned him decisively in place.

“Mm, you move around too much.” Hot breath made the hairs on the back of Virgil’s neck stand on end and his face burned at the short laugh he let out as he was tickled.

“Come on, Princey. I need to pee.”

“Pee later, it’s warm.”

“And it’s about to get even warmer so scooch.”

He grinned at the mock sound of disgust before finding himself suddenly on the floor with his legs still tangled in the blankets back up on the bed.

“So not only are you a traitor, but also a thief! Give those back it’s cold!”

“It isn’t my fault you kick them to the bottom every night doing whatever it is you call sleep.” Virgil’s legs thumped to the floor to join the rest of him as Roman gasped in offense above him.

“It’s called beauty rest; not that you would know Mr. The-eyebags-are-an-aesthetic-choice!”

“Prince of Smell-Air.”

“Dead Ghoul Walking!”

“Rip-off Disney Wanna-Be!”

“You take that back!” The other shrieked as he made a bee-line for the bathroom, not quite making it inside before being pelted over the head with a pillow as he tried to push the door shut. “Is it too much to ask that morning antics are kept to a minimum until everyone’s alarm has gone off?” Logan’s chiding voice distracted Roman long enough that hh could finally get the door shut, throwing the lock and leaning against it to catch his breath. Moments later a light thump was heard, followed by a sigh and the sound of a door shutting. Smirking, Virgil pushed off the door to actually go to the bathroom, finishing quickly and cautiously making his way back out- only to be picked up even as he let out an embarrassing squeak in protest and found himself back in bed tucked under an arm in mere seconds.

“No escaping, it’s cold.”

“I did get out though.” Virgil pointed out stubbornly as he snuggled further into the now righted blankets.

“Not for long.” Roman’s chin settled on top of his head and within no time he was back to snoring, making Virgil smile fondly and turn more into the other’s chest.

“Never for long.” He agreed, closing his eyes himself.

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

The BNHA Group Chat Fic Nobody Asked For

Pairings: Todoroki Touya (Dabi)/Mr/ Compress (Sako Atsuhiro), Shimura Tenko (Shigaraki Tomura)/Chisaki Kai (Overhaul)/Kurono Hari (Chrono), Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)/Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)/Shirakumo Oboro (Loud Cloud), Fukukado Emi (Ms. Joke)/Kayama Nemuri (Midnight)

Word Count: 1,088 Words

Summary: Todo-siblings, teacher shenanigans, the 1-A twins accidentally freeze out the fifth floor, and Kirishima is best boy.

Warnings: Cursing, Sleep Deprivation, Insomnia, Abuse Mention, Mensuration/Period Mentions, Caps, Food Mention, Half Blind Character, Deaf Characters, Anxiety Mention, Mostly Mute Character (due to a different medical issue), Selectively Mute Character, let me know if I should add anything else.

Note: Natsuo and Fuyumi's chat names are based on quirk headcanons I have for them. Natsuo's is because I headcanon him to have a quirk where he can manipulate and generate water like Shoto can with his ice and Fuyumi's because I headcanon her to have a thermal manipulation quirk. Touya's is 'wine' because white and red wine and his hair is red and white.

Usernames: We Are Number One™ Aizawa: Dadzawa, Aoyama: immafiringmahlaser, Ashido: princessbubblegumknockoff, Asui: Galvan, Iida: Emergency Exit, Uraraka: 9.8, Ojiro: tailfloof, Kaminari: Pichu, Kirishima: baby shark, Koda: youredoingamazingsweetie, Sato: GuyFieriIsGod, Shoji: Cthulhu, Jirou: Jack Skellington, Sero: Spider-Man, Tokoyami: EdgarAllanCrows, Todoroki: WHERE?, Hagakure: cena, Bakugo: WHAT?, Midoriya: SmolMight, Mineta: Mineta, Shinsou: exhausted, Yaoyorozu: TheGreatCreator, Kurono: stopwatch, Chisaki: donthugmeimscared, Yukimura: choticgaydisaster, Bubaigawara: shadowclonejutsu, Shimura: idontfeelsogood, Awase: illrememberyouallintherapy, Kaibara: IDOWHATIWANT, Kamakiri: scyther, Kuroiro: itsmeyaboy, Kendo: Akimichi, Kodai: deadinside, Komori: shroomgurl, Shiozaki: wElCoMeToBiBlEsTuDiEs, Shishida: furry, Shoda: cryptid, Tsunotori: mylittlepony, Tsubaraba: airbender, Tetsutetsu: Iron Man, Tokage: t-rex costume, Fukidashi: glorifiedtextbubble, Honenuki: Eren Jaeger/spookyscaryskeletons, Bondo: Slimer, Monoma: HopeSummers, Yanagi: iLiEdImDyInGiNsIdE, Rin: snek, Toga: mystique, Sako: lostmymarbles, Hikiishi: queenofmagnetism, Iguchi: eye gucci, Shinokanri: stardust

Usernames: Emos Anonymous Kaminari: blackcloakedbrides, Shoji: fryingpan, Jirou: greentwentyfourhours, Tokoyami: myscientificinfatuation, Todoroki: twentyoneplotpoints, Bakugo: immobileinwhite, Midoriya: falldownboy, Shinsou: stabtheveil, Kurono: inhalecarolina, Chisaki: plummetingininverse, Yukimura: anxietyintheclub, Shimura: nappingwithsirens, Kuroiro: thousandfootcane, Kodai: marianaspit, Monoma: entiretimelow, Yanagi: recentyearsday, Sako: halfminutetomars, Aizawa: hollywoodlivingdead, Shouji: fryingpan, Kurono: inhalecarolina, Aoyama: phantomtown, Honenuki: visualizedragon, Sako: halfminutetomars, Awase: distressparade, Shinokanri: simplestrategy

Usernames: UA Teachers Are Tired™ Eraserhead/Aizawa: grumpy scarf cat, Present Mic/Yamada: screeching cockatiel, Midnight/Nemuri: chaotic goth gay Ingenium/Iida: gotta go fast, AllMight/Toshinori: actual sunshine, Vlad King/Kan: bloody hell, Power Loader/Majima: speechtotext, Ectoplasm: needalegup?, Snipe: kazoo cowboy, Cementoss: concrete block, Blackmist/Kurogiri: goth portals

We Love A Good, Caring Dadzawa In This House-Chapter 3

11:38 PM

UA Teachers Are Tired™

chaotic goth gay: so anygay we ever gonna talk bout the fact that the twins in 1a plan to take a week home?

kazoo cowboy: no??? it's their personal life????

needalegup?: I say we leave the boys alone.

screeching cockatiel: they don't like being referred to at 'the twins' Nemuri. They're separate beings.

chaotic goth gay: okay, the two canadian flags of Shouta's 25 nearly adopted children.

grumpy scarf cat: you're right but why say it?

bloody hell: I thought his class was 26 students now like mine? who tf you forgetting Nemuri?

chaotic goth gay: no one I be leaving out that little grapist tho. hate him and so does Shouta

screeching cockatiel: OwO oh worm?

grumpy scarf cat: never again Hizashi. never again.

screeching cockatiel: OvO

grumpy scarf cat: i hate you.

screeching cockatiel: love you too babe uwu

grumpy scarf cat: well,

grumpy scarf cat: i'm gonna go yeet myself off the roof for that one.

screeching cockatiel: Nuuuuuuu, how will me Hitoshi and Ayane ever survive without you!?

grumpy scarf cat: tru tru

grumpy scarf cat: I'll take Hitoshi with me.

screeching cockatiel: you wouldn't dare!

grumpy scarf cat: again tru tru

2:24 AM

UA Teachers Are Tired™

grumpy scarf cat: yeet yeet bitch he finally asleep [pic of Hitoshi asleep against Aizawa's side with Ayane asleep between them]

chaotic goth gay: that's perfect.

chaotic goth gay has changed their name to yeet yeet bitch

yeet yeet bitch: thank boi me sleep now

yeet yeet bitch is offline

4:14 AM

We Are Number One™

WHERE?: so anyway I'm ready to yeet our dad into the sun but that's too good for him

chaoticdisastergay: oh worm???? same hat??? could stand to snow his eyes out first tho

immafirinmahlaser: why y'all puttin ur father on blast in the main chat?

WHERE?: wait, where? oh fuck wrong one Touya, wrong one! mayday mayday

SmolMight: I was summoned my the word mayday what happened

SmolMight: oh

SmolMight: well then

lostmymarbles: Dear? Please lay down? I was comfortable?

chaoticdisastergay: well, speaking of tmi, I thought it was just a bathroom run but turns out my monthly came a week early, Atsu. I'm coming back.

WHERE?: that was a long time in the bathroom but okay.

lostmymarbles: Yeah, almost an hour. I'm lonely, the bed feels cold without you, snowdrop!

chaoticdisastergay: I had to shower over in the 1a dorms too, calm down.

lostmymarbles: Kay, come back to bed, I wanna cuddle.

SmolMight: Such precious. Most pure. We have been blessed with witnessing this couple be cute.

WHERE?: so anNYway, Touya, you goin back to the family chat?

chaoticgaydisaster: yee

4:30 AM

Trauma? Yeet. Memes? Yoink.

vulpix: anygay. still wanna yeet our dad into the sun but it'd still be too good for him.

lapis: I??? feel that????? wtf???????

thermostat: oh? a mood? in this good household?

wine: i really just want to go back to sleep but the brain machine broke i'm woke

vulpix: oh worm?

thermostat: anyway gotta actually get outta bed soon, drop off your girls at daycare, get mine to school, and go to work.

lapis: fine, gonna go with ya

thermostat: mhmmmm sure you are, you're gonna fall asleep in 20 minutes Natsuo.

lapis: that may be but i'll at least try

thermostat: doubt

thermostat is offline

8:24 AM

We Are Number One™

cena: so anyway tea apparently shoto and touya are going home all next week

princessbubblegumknockoff: oh? drama?

WHERE?: family visit no drama

chaoticgaydisaster: just visiting our family

SmolMight: so anygay Aizawa told us we have someone special visiting a1 today for class!

Spider-Man: I wonder who it is!

Dadzawa: toshi cmon I gotta get to class and drop you off like a gay goth god of insomniac children

exhausted: hol up im eating still

exhausted is offline

Dadzawa is offline

cena: well, no answers from them i guess

Emergency Exit: Everyone, please get off your phones in class!

9:37 AM

We Are Number One™

itsmeyaboy: so who was it that came to your class?

TheGreatCreator: The Big Three of UA

itsmeyaboy: huh. we had Hawks, Ryukyu, and Mirko

Iron Man: The Three Greats of UA

HopeSummers: We win.

SmolMight: Meh, we both got good people to teach us.

HopeSummers: Valid, carry on.

2:28 PM

UA Teachers Are Tired™

gotta go fast: so anyway, am i ever gonna get told why there's someone named speechtotext in this chatroom and who all they are?

kazoo cowboy: That's Majima with the support course.

needalegup?: he couldn't figure out how to work his phone with his fingers when we first made this chat and he used speech to text a lot.

goth portals: we used to get a lot of text messages where Hatsume had spoken over him and it became too much of a meme so Nemuri changed his name to speechtotext.

gotta go fast: understandable, have a nice day.

7:24 AM

We Are Number One™

Spider-Man: um guys all of floor five is frozen what happened?

Galvan: the girls' side isn't but it's getting cold over here

GuyFieriIsGod: My door is frozen shut.

Spider-Man: Todoroki or Yukimura must have had a nightmare again

TheGreatCreator: Does this happen often?

Spider-Man: more than you'd believe.

GuyFieriIsGod: Does anyone have an ice pick?

Galvan: i'm going downstairs before it spreads

TheGreatCreator: That's a good idea, Tsu, we don't want you getting too cold and hibernating.

WHAT?: wow

Spider-Man: wow? just wow? dude, help us!

WHAT?: ...

WHAT?: perish.

baby shark: I'm coming!

7:45 AM

We Are Number One™

Spider-Man: KIRISHIMA IS A GODSEND

GuyFieriIsGod: He got us out.

TheGreatCreator: It was easier because Todoroki likely melted it.

GuyFieriIsGod: Anyway, now that we're free, I'm making breakfast if anyone wants any. 1b and Shinsou included

WHAT?: wow

cena: Is Bakugo okay?

SmolMight: Yeah, that's just his morning brain. That happens if he gets less than an hour of sleep. He kinda short circuits for about an hour.

Pichu: excellent. thank you for this knowledge.

princessbubblegumknockoff: sometimes I question if your have a death wish.

Pichu: a death wish to get him to hug me and tell me i'm cute dammit!

Pichu is offline

baby shark: a very pure death wish. we don't deserve you denki!

WHERE?: It's been made apparent to me that I froze the fifth floor and I'm sorry.

chaoticgaydisaster: and I made enough snow it was practically snowmen

princessbubblegumknockoff: THEY RISE!

WHERE?: too early for this i need a pot of coffee

chaoticgaydisaster: mood but also gimme half dammit

Taglist: @logan-sanders-enthusiast @luckyicekitsune @whippedbel @lgbtforeverything @pinecone-chomper @mikmacmoo @wasinotwantedatthisexactsecond @purplespiderstormcloud @stankyratman @king-of-the-oranges @headcannons-and-random-things @fear-ze-queer @turtleluv799 @ymmm-someone

[snakeboistan]

Days Like This No One Should Be Alone

AKA: Maeiso adopt local blueberry snek 

TW: Mentions of Abuse and forced cross-dressing

Whatever Maehara was expecting to happen today, this definitely wasn’t on the list. Not even in the top 20. It’s surprising how a perfectly normal day could be flipped upside down faster than Koro-Sensei could fly from one continent to another - and it all started so normally as well.

He was walking towards the cafe that his boyfriend worked at, which was his third favourite place to be (the first being in Isogai’s arms, of course), umbrella in hand to protect him from the onslaught of raindrops that were pelting down from above. His casual stroll through the nearly empty streets of Tokyo was quickly halted when a flash of blue caught his eye, bumping straight into him and sending him sprawling backwards onto the rain-immersed pavement. Maehara closed his eyes and hissed in pain at the tingling sensation of the grainy tarmac rubbing against his palms. 

“Oh my god,” a very familiar voice cried out in panic, “Maehara, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there. Are you okay?”

The strawberry blonde groaned, eyes still shut as he lifted himself up from the ground.

“Wha-yeah, man, it’s cool no worri-NAGISA?!” Maehara yelled in shock, eyes bulging and jaw dropping when he took in the appearance of his classmate.

Splodges of striking indigo draped the smaller boy’s forehead, temples and cheekbones, glaring angrily at everyone that so much as glanced at them. The smears of purple and red near those large cerulean eyes stood out against that porcelain, otherwise pristine pale skin. His cheeks were red and the golden-haired boy couldn’t tell if it was from his crying, exertion or the cold bite of the chilly air. Locks of aquamarine that were usually tied up into cute twintails were unraveled, cascading messily down the other teenager’s scalp, a few stray strands sticking haphazardly to his dampened face. What was really strange was his clothing: flowing near his knees was a flared pink skirt decorated with intricate little floral designs and a pastel pink blouse was tucked under it. The garments were rumpled and ruffled, soaked with rain and tarnished with mud. His feet were bare with raw pink painting their edges. Pooling around his feet was a large piece of cotton - most likely an old blanket - that was probably dropped during the collision.

“Nagisa, what the hell happened to you?” Maehara spluttered out once he was snapped out of his trance-like state, “why are you wearing that? Where are your shoes? Why are you crying?”

In hindsight, it probably wasn’t a good idea to start bombarding questions at a boy who looked like he was going to either burst into tears or have a panic attack without a second’s notice but the surprise of this entire situation just seemed to make all logic and reason fly out of the window.

“I-I’m sorry. I-I’ve I’ve got to go,” Nagisa stammered out as he swiftly picked up the discarded sheet on the ground, now dripping murky brown due to the rainwater. Maehara quickly grabbed onto the blunette’s wrist to prevent him from escaping his sight. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said firmly. Nagisa exhaled heavily and squeaked, looking at him with eyes wide with fear.

“But-but-I.”

“If anyone’s chasing you I’ll give them a lesson they’ll never forget. No one is chasing you, right?”

“N-n-no,” Nagisa gulped at the stern look that the usual carefree teenager shot him, shaking his head rapidly, “at-atleast I don’t think so.”

“Hmm,” Maehara hummed, jaw set, practically seething with rage as he regarded Nagisa’s bruised and shivering form. Whoever hurt, his classmate, whoever terrified him to this level, they better run. It just so happened that Nagisa was a beloved member of a class of assassins, all of who would give hell to whoever it was that would dare hurt him. All it would take is one message to the class group chat and they’re done for - they have no idea who they just messed with. When he noticed that Nagisa still bore that fearful countenance, his eyes softened and he pulled the smaller boy closer so that both of them were standing under the umbrella. He then handed the handle to him, which Nagisa took with a perplexed look that then transformed to shock when Maehara started stripping off his rain jacket.

“Maehara, what are you doing?” he asked with alarm, voice rising.

“Giving you my jacket,” was his simple response.

“What?” Nagisa whisper-yelled, “wha-no! You can’t do that. Really I’m fine and-”

“No, you’re not,” Maehara retorted as he held the jacket out, “Nagisa, it’s raining cats and dogs and here you are soaking wet. You’re not even wearing shoes and you’re shivering. At least I’m wearing a full-sleeved sweater under this. Now take my jacket before I shove it onto you myself.”

Nagisa gulped once again at the uncharacteristically serious tone in the blonde’s voice before taking the jacket and tentatively put it on. The large garment practically engulfed him, with the end reaching upto his calves and the cuffs flowing past his fingertips.

“Alright?” Maehara asked. When Nagisa nodded, he continued, “good. Now come on, let’s go.”

Nagisa yelped when the taller boy swung an arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer under the protection of their shared canopy, “wai-wait, where-where are we going?”

“Out of this rain for one. I was actually on my way to Isogai’s cafe before I bumped into you - literally,” he was hoping that that little quip would’ve brought a slight smile, or at least that small huff of laughter he usually does, but if anything, the look on Nagisa’s face could only be described as horror.

“Wait, Isogai!” he whispered harshly, stopping in place, “I-I can’t let Isogai see me like this. I-I I just can’t. Please Maehara, just let me go.”

“Nagisa, I can’t,” Maehara replied kindly, “look, I don’t know what’s going on at all here but I need to make sure that you’re safe and letting you run off to god knows where in the pouring rain is the complete opposite of safe. We don’t need to talk about the bruises but we need to atleast get you someplace warm. And, look, you know Isogai, he never judges or asks questions when he shouldn’t. Just, please, let me make sure that you’re alright, okay?”

Nagisa bit his lip and looked down before making the smallest movements with his head - a nod. Maehara internally crowed with victory that was mixed with an overwhelming surge of protectiveness that curled in his gut at the way the golden hue of his bright yellow umbrella seemed to highlight the contusions that decorated the other boy’s face.

“That's the spirit, Nagisa. Now let’s go.” 

……………...

Isogai was dressed in his classic black and white waiter’s uniform, carrying a tea tray and the air of polite grace and elegance. When the bell by the door rang to signal the two boys’ entrance, Isogai raised his head to greet them with his usual friendly smile only for his face to fall with horror and concern once his eyes had taken in Nagisa’s injured form hanging off of his boyfriend.

“Excuse me, ladies,” he said gentlemanly at the middle-aged women he was currently serving tea to, flashing them his patented pleasant smile that brought in customers by the dozen as he carefully placed the teapot in the middle of the table, “an issue seems to have come up so if there’s nothing else for you to order, I shall be taking my leave.”

“Why of course not, Isogai,” One of them cooed, waving her hand down at him, “you work so hard, you know. Do be a dear and give your mother my love for me, though.”

Isogai bowed his head, “Of course, Ma’am. Please enjoy your meal.”

He immediately rushed towards the entrance, placing a hand onto the blunette’s shoulder, “what happened?”

“I bumped into him on my way here,” Maehara supplied with a jerk of his head towards the shorter boy, “any chance there’s a free booth for us?”

“Of course,” Isogai smiled, though his eyes held unmistakable concern. The look of disquietude on Maehara’s face made him uneasy - and, of course, it’s not everyday you see your classmate entering your place of work with bruises littering their face and feet bare. Especially a pacifist like Nagisa who would be the last person on Earth to be involved in a brawl of any kind, “follow me, please.”

Once Nagisa and Maehara were seated, the golden-haired boy turned towards their class representative, “Hey, Yuuma, I think he could use some tea. He’s shivering and I don’t think that it’s from the rain.”

Isogai nodded firmly, eyes still glued onto the unfortunate subject of their conversation, whose head was hung low and had yet to speak a word, “I’ll get a cup right away.”

As soon as Isogai left, Maehara looked at his companion, “So, Nagisa-“

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Nagisa mumbled, hugging himself tighter.

“Alright,” Maehara said, feeling very much out of his depth at the moment, hoping and praying for Isogai to hurry up. It was such a role reversal, for him to be the one comforting Nagisa when it was normally the blue-haired boy that was the class therapist, who was the one with the emotional intelligence to make anyone calm down or cheer up, “let’s talk about something else instead.”

“Like what?” Nagisa turned to him.

“Like,” Maehara suggested, “like, about these cute cat videos Kurahashi sent to the group chat earlier. Have you seen them?”

When Nagisa shook his head, Maehara grinned and pulled out his phone to stream the very video. It turned out to be the trick because the starting clip of a tiny kitten pawing at a ball of yarn caused the very thing that Maehara hoped would happen - Nagisa smiled. It was just a small quirk of the lips but it was there. As the seconds passed and a new clip started playing, the other seemed to be entranced by the screen, even at one point covering his mouth to muffle a slight squeak of laughter. Isogai arrived during a later recording of a bunch of felines staring confusedly at a piece of cling film that was blocking their path, looking at Nagisa quizzically before turning his gaze towards Maehara, who just smiled. The brunette smiled back as he placed the tea tray onto the table and took a seat on the chairs opposite the other two. Nagisa’s head shot up at the sound of the tray hitting the tabletop, his smile sliding off his face as fast as lightning. His earlier look of fear made an appearance, which made Isogai quickly say, “Hey, it’s alright Nagisa. Nothing’s going to happen, okay. We won’t make you say anything you don’t want to, we just want to help. Oh, here, I brought an ice pack for your face. Does it hurt?”

Nagisa shook his head, but took the ice pack anyway, quietly replying, “No, I-I barely feel a thing, really. You shouldn’t have gone through all of that trouble.”

“Nonsense,” Maehara said as he started to pour Nagisa a steaming cup of tea, pushing the ceramic cup towards him, “now drink up, man.” When Nagisa just stared at the beverage, he added, “it’s not poisoned you know.”

Nagisa unzipped Maehara’s jacket so that he could extract his arms out and place both palms onto the warm surface of the tea cup and bring it to his mouth, making sure to take slow, careful sips. Isogai’s eyes widened at the sight of Nagisa’s short sleeved, light pink blouse before turning to Maehara, questions blazing in his eyes. His boyfriend could only shoot his own puzzled look and shook his head. 

“Nagisa,” Isogai started, “where did you get those injuries?”

Nagisa paused, looking down at the table as he deeply exhaled, “I-I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Were they from some bullies? Delinquents? Main campus kids?”

Nagisa said nothing.

“If it was Seo and his buddies, you can tell me,” Maehara said, smirking darkly, “I remember perfectly well them trying to have a go at me during the Kaho incident. Of course, we made them pay in the end but I wouldn’t mind going for a round two.”

“Hiroto,” Isogai reproached, “not the time. But Nagisa, if someone from our school did this to you, I would really appreciate it if you told us.”

Still nothing.

“Nagisa?”

…

“Bro?”

“No,” Nagisa finally whispered, it was so small that if the other teenagers weren’t sitting directly  beside or opposite him, they probably wouldn’t have heard him, “it wasn’t someone from school.”

“From another school?” Maehara offered.

Nagisa shook his head.

“I see,” was all Isogai said.

“Does this have anything to do with what you’re wearing?” Maehara asked, “because-”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Nagia repeated, more firmly this time.

Realising that they weren’t going to be getting anywhere soon, Isogai said, “Alright, let’s not talk about it. We can’t let you go home though, not until the rain’s cleared up, at least.”

“I’m sorry for ruining whatever plans the two of you had,” Nagisa murmured. He seemed to find a spot on the table very interesting.

“You’re not ruining anything, Nagisa,” Isogai stated.

“Exactly,” Maehara agreed, “I normally come here before Isogai finishes his shift anyway. I usually just wait here by myself for an hour until he’s done then he spends his break with me and then I stay until it’s time for him to leave. I’m friends with the owner so he’s good with me hanging around. If anything, I’m thankful for your company.”

“Thanks,” Nagisa muttered, still refusing to meet either of their gazes, “for this - for everything. You didn’t have to do all of this and I-I know that you guys are worried for me and want to help but I’m just-I’m just not ready to talk about all of this. Not yet, at least.”

“We understand that,” Isogai explained kindly, the usual twinkle in his eyes returning full-force, “But you must know that we care about you. Maehara and I. Us seeing you hurt is not something we take lightly. And you don’t just have us; you have everyone else in our class and Koro-Sensei and Karasuma-Sensei - I’m pretty sure that even B***h-Sensei would help you if you asked her to. It’s the least we could do for all that you’ve done for us. I’m pretty sure I would’ve gone crazy or Kataoka would’ve killed someone if you aren’t there to keep the peace.”

“He’s right,” Maehara chipped in, throwing an arm around Nagisa’s sodden shoulders and grinning at him, “you’re like the nicest and sweetest guy ever. If you told me that singing birds help you get ready for school every morning I would wholeheartedly believe you. We all have your back, got it? You’re not in this alone.”

Nagisa smiled at them, though it did kind of resemble a grimace, a hue of rosy pink spreading across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, “heh, thanks. To be honest, guys, I’m just really tired right now.”

“Well if you’re tired you could just go to sleep,” Maehara suggested, “we’re going to be here a while.”

When Nagisa started to doze off, his sodden head resting on Maehara’s shoulder, the blonde looked at his best friend since Elementary School, “what should we do, Yuuma?”

“I’m not sure,” Isogai replied, “we can’t make him open up if he doesn’t feel comfortable with it but if he’s in danger we can’t let this go on. The best thing we can do right now is be there for him and wait for him to be ready to tell us what he can. Oh - looks like some new customers are coming. Are you alright with sitting here?”

Maehara smiled, “Sure I am. Go ahead, Yuuma. Go charm the world with your dazzling looks.”

Isogai rolled his eyes good-naturedly. He swiftly stood up and just as he was passing his boyfriend, he leaned down and placed a kiss onto his cheek, “Love you.”

“I love you too.”

As long as they had each other, everything would be alright.