#we definitely are it’s just not clear what it’ll be or how positive it will be

[whentherewerebicycles]

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[admirationandromantics]

Stormy Confession

Another request! Don't worry, I do have several more in my inbox, but please be patient, they will come eventually! Anyways, hope you enjoy this. As usual, it's not edited, but who cares?

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They’re BEST friends with benefits, so there is already an established chemistry between them. They’re stuck in a snow storm anddd “im totally kidding but im kind of freezing rn and my heater’s busted” so they decided to hook up in josh’s very roomy car, only to realize “hey ik im being dramatic but we COULD die rn so i need to confess that im in love with you…” lmao my writing is so jumbled but i know you could do wonders with this idea!🥹🥹

The wind is getting worse, almost like it’ll tip the car over. Josh is sitting beside me, driving the car, all tensed up by the stress of it. Usually, I would comment on it, but I understand the gravity of the situation. We just need to keep going, we don’t have that far left. 

The trees outside are dark. Gentle snow taking its place on the pine needles. If it weren’t for the storm, I would love it. Luckily, it’s clear enough that we can still see the road, but I wonder how long that’s going to last. 

I check the weather update, but it’ll not clear up until the middle of the night. If we were to stay in the car until then, we would have to climb the mountain in the dark. This is not something I want to do, but I guess at this point, it’s a must. We just have to stay clear of wild animals, navigate in the dark, try not to slip down the path again. 

We were planning to get to Blackwood Mountain and the Washington lodge. Of course, we went a day earlier than the others, planning on cleaning and getting the place ready. What none of us idiots thought about doing, was to check the weather. About halfway there, the snow got worse. It came in quick patches, making driving hard, and freezing up the car. 

“Josh, it’s literally freezing in here, can you turn on the heater?” 

“It’s busted, was gonna get it fixed after the trip” 

“Of course you were” 

I lean back in my seat, pulling up my backpack and taking out my gloves. At least some part of me would stay warm. As we drive on a long straight row, he leans back and manoeuvres the car with his knee, bringing both hands up to his face to blow hot air into them. Poor guy. I remember that he brought some extra outerwear, just wondering where he left them. My thoughts fly to his bag, he couldn’t have placed them in the front, so back it was. I lean over the mid row and back, trying to find his bag in the back seats. 

“Where’s your backpack?” I ask, rummaging through a bunch of stuff. A blanket, some firewood, a plastic bag. Why is there so much stuff here? We don’t need all of it, and I know for a fact that the lodge has large stacks of firewood. 

“Keep looking” he laughs, not bothering to help me. 

“Josh, just tell me where you put it” 

He laughs, one hand going on the back of my thigh, slightly squeezing my flesh. That’s why he’s being difficult. He just wants to tease me. 

“Stop being a perv and tell me” I sigh, not exactly being a fan of my position. He should be busy driving, not checking me out. 

“But I’m enjoying the view” 

“The only view you should be enjoying is the road in front of you” 

I finally notice it, a small backpack with a scarf and gloves sticking out from under the seat. I lean a bit more forward to reach it, earning a whistle from the guy. I roll my eyes, grabbing the clothing and trying to move back. I get halfway before he speaks. 

“Hard swing” 

“Wha-”

The car takes a rough turn, making my body jolt to the side. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Can’t this man drive a little more carefully? If this unplanned storm doesn’t kill us, then he definitely will. I fall to the side, hips landing in his lap, faces against each other. He has that known playful smirk on his lips, proud of his dangerous accomplishment. 

“You good?” 

“You’re insane” 

“Nah, just a good driver” he shrugs his shoulders, trying not to laugh at himself. 

“You’re not a good driver” 

His arms move over me, holding onto the steering wheel in front of him. His eyes finally move to the road, and he keeps driving as if everything’s normal. I try to sit up, but his hands won’t budge, leading to me falling down again. 

“Josh, if you would be so kind” I force a tight smile, nodding to the caging arms. He looks down, the playful smirk still covering his lips as he thinks. 

“Do you have my gloves?” 

“Indeed I do” 

“Put them on me” 

I look at him in disbelief, what was he, a child? He can easily do that himself. I shake my head, laughing a little at the situation. No way am I going to do that. He has one hand on the wheel, the other held out to me. I roll my eyes, deciding that this is enough. 

I try to get up yet again, but this time, his empty hand finds my chest and pushes me down into him. I give a loud and dramatic sigh, which makes him fully reveal that stupid laughter of his that he’s kept in. 

“You know I could sue you for this?” 

“I can sue you too, disrupting the driver” 

“You made this happen” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” 

I give in, laying against him and relaxing while he drives. No way am I going to be his servant. He’s not that rich. We sit in silence for a couple of minutes, both just minding our own thing. 

Just now, I realise how much warmer I feel while brushing against him. Body heats colliding as he holds me close. A cozy and sleepy murmur comes over me, and I close my eyes, drifting away as we continue driving off. 

***

I press my eyes forcefully together, opening them little by little. The outside is darker than before, and Josh’s still driving into the night, eyes focused on the road. I stretch, giving a yawn at the same time. He shifts his gaze, a smile immediately finding his lips. 

“Well, well, if it isn’t Ms. Sleepy” 

“How long have I been gone?” 

“Around half an hour” 

I nod in reply, head turning to the dark forest and snowy rocks. We were almost there now. 

“And no death yet, I’m impressed” I comment, sitting up as high as he allows me. 

“Wind almost took the car about 10 minutes ago” 

My eyes widen in surprise. Is the weather really that bad? Shouldn’t we stop and wait for it to pass? The thought of it scares me, after all, the mountains this time of year are not that safe as everyone makes them out to be. I mean, if we’re in the lodge, it’s okay. But we’re not. We’re in a moving vehicle, which almost got flipped by the wind. 

“Hey, don’t worry. We’re almost there” 

I nod again. The parking lot is a bit more secluded than the road, so the wind won’t be as strong. But how’re we getting up to the lodge? The cable car is already a death trap, no way I’m going to sit in it during the storm. 

A road hole makes me yelp, body jolting up and down. I automatically grab hold of his arm, steadying myself. His lips thins as he bites them, eyes forced on the road. His breathing changes, big stuttering inhales as if to calm himself down. 

“Josh, are you okay?” 

He doesn’t look down on me, instead his vision is on the path ahead. His knuckles are white from gripping the wheel, and I glimpse a vein popping and going under his jacket. What’s going on with this guy? 

We finally swing into the parking lot, and he parks the car and turns off the engine. We sit in silence, both unsure about our next move. With his arms not in the way, I finally sit up. I grab his shoulder for help, and he takes his arm to my back for support. 

“I don’t think we should go to the lodge yet” he comments, looking out to the cable car station. 

“I know, we’d probably be blown to bits” 

“That’s one way of putting it” 

His other hand goes to my waist, pressing me down on him. That’s when I feel it. He’s hard, very hard. He’s been since the road hole. 

“Are you struggling a bit, Josh?” a smile creeping up on my lips. Oh, how pleasant to finally have some of the power. 

His hand goes to my hair, brushing it away. 

“Oh, you have no idea” 

His head moves closer, fingers gliding over my cheek. He’s cold, extremely cold. It’s like gracing ice taps against my skin. I pull away, taking his hands in mine and warming them.

“You’re freezing” 

“Better do something about it then” 

He moves into me, capturing my lips in his. I respond, opening my mouth a little and licking his lower lip. I don’t forget about his hands though, and carefully puts his gloves on them as we keep going. I change positions, and he helps me, letting me straddle him in the driver's seat. His hands go to my ass, kneading and caressing. I moan into the kiss, which he uses as an opportunity to stick his tongue in my mouth. He fiddles with something behind me, and before I know it, ice-cold fingers make their way down my pants, holding my cheeks. I gasp, the shocked feeling being overcome. This was extreme, why hadn’t he said something about it before. He chuckles against my lips, mouth moving to my jaw and neck, leaving sweet kisses all over. The wet spots get instantly cold when he moves away, and I shutter. 

“W-we should not do this here” 

“I know, I know” 

“We’re going to freeze to death” 

“A bit dramatic are we?” 

“J-Josh” he stops in his tracks, lips glossy and eyes lustful. We both know that we can’t start undressing. With the heater not working, and the snow storm getting worse, that’s the last thing we should be thinking about. God, how dizzy the whole situation makes me feel. I don��t want to be down here. I want to be up in the lodge, alone with him, in front of the fire. 

“Or get eaten by wolves” 

“No we’re not”

“What if an elk attack the car?” 

“We’re not a threat to them” 

“If we’re going to die, I need to confess something” 

“We’re not going to die”

“Five more minutes and your fingers would snap off as easily as bending a carrot” 

“True, but-” 

“Josh…” I put my glove-covered finger over his mouth, stopping his sweet remarks. If there was a time to say it, it had to be now, before we both froze to death, in his car, to be found tomorrow morning by the others. 

“I love you. And I know, we’ve had this whole deal or something where we’ve had sex, and yeah I mean several times, but that’s not the point because I couldn’t stop myself, and please don’t stop seeing me as a friend after this, I promise I’ll get over it, but it’s just something I need to get off my chest or else I can die and not-” 

He shuts me up with a kiss. Hands still on my ass, pressing me deeper against him. 

“Fucking hell, you talk a lot” 

“You already know that about me” 

“Just shut up and kiss me”

[rowdydevs]

*I'm reorganizing my blog and I accidentally deleted this 🥺 this is the alternate ending for Sharing.

Warning: angst, kissing, swearing, praise, pet names, make up sex, wet and mess, nipple play, fingering, oral sex (male + female receiving, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, owner ship kink, rough sex, dirty talk, spanking, cum tasting, sucking fingers, fingering, overstim., unprotected p in v, squirting, teasing, and degradation, possessive sex with the twins they are only interested in the reader. <- please do not read if that makes you uncomfortable

“You’re goin’? I thought we talked about this?” Rafe asks breathlessly.

“Talked about what?” You ask as you look at Cam, then Rafe.

“You said you loved her, Cam,” Rafe yells.

“I fuckin’ do, Rafe. You know I do…”

“Then where the hell are you goin’?” Rafe asks.

“Hearin’ all the shit I did, it’s—”

“Do you want him here?” Rafe cuts in, looking you in the eyes. You take a little breath, lips tugging to the side, nodding ‘yes.’”

“Baby…”

“I want you here,” you push the words through your trembling lips. “Don't go.”

He bites his lips, brows pulling together as he tries to regain his emotions.

“We didn’t want you to feel like you had to choose,” Rafe says softly, pulling your attention back to him. “We’ve already wasted all this time tryin’ to figure shit out, and I don’t want to lose you. I love you. And I’m not asking you to give anything up. No ultimatums.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

“Wh-What does that mean?” You ask uneasily, feeling like you did when Rafe asked if you wanted the boys to share you again. This time, not just for the night...

“You’d be with me,” Rafe smiles, relishing those words as he looks down at you. “You and I… Just like before. And, Cam, you can talk to him whenever you’d like, with or without me, hang out, go on dates and shit, fuck. I don’t fuckin’ care as long as I can call you mine.”

“Are you sure?” You ask Rafe, unsure if you're even hearing him correctly given everything that happened.

Rafe exhales deeply, his expression softening as he looks down at you. “Yeah. I don’t know what to call it. I’m no good with this shit. S’just, you, baby. You’re my girl…” Rafe voice gets caught in his throat. He swallows hard before trying again. “I want you to be my girlfriend. I know you and Cam have somethin’ special. I don’t fuckin’ get it…” He laughs weakly, through his emotion as Cam returns the same. “M’not sayin’ it’s gonna be easy. But these past few weeks have been hell… I would rather work through this than be without you. I need you in my life, princess. I know what I want, and if this is the only way to keep you, then so be it.”

Cam stuffs his hands in his suit pockets, looking back at you from the other side of the suite before walking toward you again. “I don’t expect anything from you, sweetheart. We don’t have to put a label on us. This is enough. And I won’t get in the way, I swear. I’ll respect you and Rafe’s space—I’ll be grateful for anything you can give me. I don’t want to lose you either.”

Your chest tightens at his words as they all start to sink in. This wasn’t something you had planned on happening, and definitely not how you saw the night ending. It seemed too good to be true.

“Just to be clear, if this were anyone else, they’d be fuckin’ dead,” Rafe mumbles, seeing the worry painted all over your face. “I know how much he wants to be with you, and I can’t take that from him or you.”

Cam nods, his gaze never leaving yours. “I want to be with you, sweetheart.”

“I wanna be with you too,” you smile weakly as you look at Rafe, “both of you… I just-”

“You think it’ll go up in flames like last time?” Rafe asks. “I don’t blame you for doubtin’ me, princess. But I promise, this time, it’s fine. We got you. Okay?” You look up at him, still in disbelief, your bottom lip wobbling as you try to keep it together. “Co’mere,” he chuckles softly as he pulls you in for a hug, lips pressing against your forehead. “You’re okay—I swear, pretty girl. Aight? Fuckin’ promise you. We’re gonna take care of you.”

“Okay,” you whisper, your voice muffled slightly against his muscular chest.

“Does this sound like somethin’ you want, princess?” Rafe asks as he holds you close.

“Yes,” you whisper. Rafe lets you go, and Cam grabs you, tugging at your hand to pull you into his arms and lifting you off your feet in a hug as you bury yourself in his warm neck. “You love me?” You ask gently.

“Yeah, baby,” he hums, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“I love you too,” you whisper.

“Really?” He asks as he sets you down on your feet, looking into your eyes.

“Mhmm,” you smile. He cups your cheeks in his big hands, bringing you in for a kiss.

Rafe reaches for you, stealing you back and grabbing your hand just like Cam did, but you jump into his arms, lips crashing against his. He smiles into your kiss, holding you in his big, strong arms. “I love you, baby,” you whisper against his lips.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he mumbles as his lips brush gently against yours. “Got you back…”

“You did,” you breathe as you scratch your nails into his hair, pressing gentle kisses against his lips and cheeks.

“N’you’re mine? You're my girlfriend?” He asks as he walks with you toward the bed.

“I’m your girlfriend, Rafe,” you smile. “And you’re my boyfriend?”

“I’m your fuckin’ boyfriend, sweetheart,” he groans before tossing you down on the bed, making you land with a bounce. You reach for him, pulling him down to your lips, kissing him hungrily. “Fuck, baby,” he grunts into your kiss as he grinds his body into yours, tongues tangling.

You watch out from the corner of your eyes as Cam walks to the foot of the side of the bed, free of his suit jacket, popping open the buttons of his button-down shirt as he looks down at you with a smile. You separate from Rafe’s lips, finishing the job for Cam as you open the last few buttons, lips pushing against his. “M’so glad you asked me to stay,” he whispers against your lips. “I don’t deserve you. I won’t lie to you anymore… I’ll tell you everything. Aight? Everything,” he pants as you pull his shirt off his broad shoulders. “You have no idea how much I crave you, sweetheart.”

Rafe moves behind your back, drawing down the zipper of your dress as he kisses along your shoulder, brushing the delicate straps off with his thumbs, letting the silky material fall to your feet. “Holy shit,” Rafe groans as he presses up into you, his rock-hard cock pressing against your ass. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect, baby-”

“So perfect,” Cam mumbles between deep kisses, his voice heavy with longing. Rafe’s rough fingers unclasp your bra as you work on the button and zipper of Cam’s pants.

Rafe spins you around, pushing his lips against yours as his fingers play with the hem of your lace panties, snapping them against your hot skin, making you whimper against his soft lips. Rafe pulls them down as you kiss, leaving you bare and the boys in their boxers as you all climb onto the bed.

The boys sit beside each other, their backs pressed against the headboard. Rafe tugs you right where he wants you–your aching pussy pressed against his thigh, close enough to Cam where you could pull him in for a kiss. And that’s exactly what you do; your tongue dances with his as you grind yourself on Rafe's muscular leg while he plays with your tits.

The kiss is rough and needy; Cam quickly controls the situation. Rafe pinches and rolls your nipples, making you moan into his brother’s mouth as little spurs of pleasure spark between your thighs. Rafe captures your nipple between his lips, sucking and biting–chuckling wickedly against your skin. “Holy fuck, you’re wet, sweetheart,” he hums as he grips you by the hair, pulling you off Cam’s lips and onto his.

You let out a moan against his lips, Rafe taking the opportunity to lip his tongue inside, reeling with yours as you start to rut faster. Cam takes his chance to play with your tits, palming his cock through his boxers, but you push his hand aside, making him laugh sleazily as you do it for him. You wrap your fist around his thick dick, squeezing him, feeling the wet spot of precum gathered on the fabric.

Your stomach starts to coil, and your movements get more desperate by the second. Rafe grabs your hips, pushing you down, using his muscle to rock you, Rafe, sending you over the edge, making your pussy flutter around nothing. “That’s our girl… Fuck, princess? Does that feel good? You want some more?”

“Yes,” you whimper, shaky breaths fleeing your kiss-swollen lips.

“You’re cumming all night, baby,” Cam hums as he pushes your hair back, kissing your neck. “Gotta lot of time we need to make up for.”

“That’s fuckin’ right,” Rafe hums, reaching around you slap your ass. “I’m gonna taste you, princess. You wanna taste him?” Rafe asks, soothing the sting with the palm of his hand.

“Yes, baby,” you whisper, kissing him once and twice.

“Well, aren’t I lucky, huh?” Cam mumbles hot against your ear. The two boys lay you down, tugging their boxers the rest of the way off. Your eyes darken, mouth-watering as you take in every inch of tight, tan skin, muscles to spare, their dicks achingly hard as they move a little closer.

Rafe grabs your thighs in his big hands, pushing you open. He flicks his tongue against your puffy clit, still sensitive from your first release. Rafe laps up your pussy, moaning into your cunt, burying his face in you, inhaling your scent. He starts to grind himself into the mattress, his fingers finding your bud, tongue swirling around your hole.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you cry out as he presses his tongue inside, tongue fucking you like you’ve been craving for weeks; the man chasing your second orgasm of the night, already thinking about the third as he works his cock against the bed, getting off on your taste at the moment.

You pout your lips in overstimulation, Cam slapping his tip against your pillow lips. He traces his fat head against your mouth, spreading his precum all around, watching with lidded eyes as you lick them clean, your eyes locked on his. “You look so pretty, baby–fuck, you look pretty with your cum on my lips.”

Rafe’s tongue glided up your slit, sucking down on your clit; fingers plunging inside you. Your mouth hangs open as he sucks down, curling and scissoring his fingers. Cam pushes his cock between your lips, making you moan at the weight of him on your tongue. You wrap your fingers around his thick base, stroking where your mouth won’t reach. Rafe runs a line of spit down on his cock; your fist working over him fast, keeping time with Rafe’s hands deep in your pussy.

“Fuck, baby…” He moans. “Just like that.” Rafe could feel your body getting close to yet another release, pounding his digits into you roughly, his other hand holding onto your fleshy hip to keep you from moving as Cam started to pump deeper into your mouth.

Your lashes flutter shut as Rafe hits your G-spot again and again. Cam reaches down, wrapping his big hand around your throat, making your eyes flash open. “Not yet, princess… I’m almost there, alright? You’re suckin’ me so fuckin’ good,” he praises, his voice husky and worn with pleasure. “Don’t cum… Not yet.”

Your eyes screw shut, trying to listen, stars dancing behind your eyes as you fight against your body, the pressure of your pleasure almost too much to handle. You cry out around his cock as tears slide down your hot cheeks, his hold on your neck growing tighter.

“Cum for us,” Cam grunts, quickly filling your mouth with his warm cum. You swallow it all as your body falls apart, quickly reaching for a breath. Rafe doesn’t let up pounding you with his fingers through your orgasm. Cam reaches down, slapping at your clit, making you sob pathetically, the man quickly adding his fingers to the mix, brushing side to side until you’re gushing around their fingers.

Rafe hums out a moan, licking up the sweetness between your thighs. He lifts his hands, and you quickly take his fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean. Cam leans down, kissing you deeply, tasting you on your tongue, groaning against your lips. “Just as sweet as I remember, princess,” he mumbles against your lips.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” Rafe mumbles, completely pussy drunk. He kisses your clit, making you whimper in sensitivity, fingernails scratching into his hair. You tug his hair by the root, pulling him to your lips; he crawls toward you, eyes raking up your body. He looks down at you, completely bare underneath him, looking up at him with glossy lips and wet eyes, the sparkly R pendant clinging to your dewy skin.

Rafe bites his lips, scrunching his nose as he’s hit with a wave of emotion, just knowing you never took it off, even after everything.

“I love you more than anything, princess,” he whispers.

“I love you, Rafe,” you breathe, the beautiful boy falling out of sight before you as tears shimmer in your eyes. You blink them away, and he cups your cheeks, brushing them away with his thumbs. Rafe leans down, kissing you tenderly, and it feels like home.

“Are you ready for us, baby?” He asks against your lips.

“M’ready,” you whisper.

“Greedy girl can’t wait to be filled, huh?” He asks through a raspy breath.

“I’m a slut for Cameron cock,” you giggle breathlessly, repeating those words he said in the shower before that first night—the night that changed everything. Rafe chuckles deeply, looking down at you with lust and love as he brushes your hair off your face.

“Have I told you you’re perfect,” he breathes against your lips, rolling you on top of him fast, making you gasp against his lips. You rise on your knees as Rafe takes his cock in his big hand, pumping his dick a few times as he takes you in. “I get your pussy,” he smiles.

“Well, shit,” Cam smiles as he slaps your ass playfully. “Keep gettin’ lucky, don’t I?” He leans in, kissing you gently, lingering on your lips as Rafe runs his throbbing tip up and down your folds. “You’re gonna let me fuck your pussy later. Aren’t you?” He asks, smiling as he feels your smile against his lips.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Think we both knew the answer to that, buddy… Just a whore for us, aren’t you, princess?” Rafe hums as he wraps his big hands around your hips. Rafe biceps flex as he pulls you lower, guiding you to fall on his cock nice and slow. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he moans as he throws his head back into the pillow, feeling your warm wet cunt swallow him up again. He lifts you off of him, using his muscle to move you up and down on him, using your pussy like a toy.

Rafe drops his hand, pressing it against your clit, making you throw your head to the ceiling; Cam’s muscular body moves flush with your back. “Feels so good, baby,” you whimper as your body trembles. Cam cups your tits in his ringed hands, squeezing as you start to bounce on Rafe’s cock; your wet skin sticking and smacking against his.

“Again?” Rafe asks through a breathy laugh, acting like he’s surprised to see you seconds away from yet another release.

“Rafe—”

Cam lowers his grip, grabbing your waist, bouncing you up and down on Rafe’s cock as your eyes squeeze shut. Rafe smiles up at you wickedly, slapping at your clit again and again until you’re sobbing above him.

“I’m—Fuck. I—” You ramble as your body surrenders to your release. Cam lets you go, and your hands come smacking down, gripping Rafe’s chest for dear life as your head hangs between your shoulders, trying to get your feet under you. And just when you start to have a semblance of control, you feel Cam’s fingers press against your tight hole, pussy clamping around Rafe.

“Relax, doll,” Rafe hums, almost condescending. “You’re good n’ wet.” Crack. He slaps your thigh, making your bottom lip wobble as you look down at him. “You’re so beautiful like this, princess,” he whispers as he cups your cheek, slipping his thumb in your mouth. You suck on it for a second, your body utterly numb with pleasure.

Rafe hisses out a breath as you bite down on his finger as Cam pushes into your second hole; he chuckles teasingly, taking his hand away, eyeing the bite marks left behind. Cam wraps his arms around you, burying himself in your neck, his cock nestled in your ass; Rafe still buried balls deep.

“Relax, baby,” Cam whispers. “You okay?”

“Mmm… Mhmm,” you sigh as the pain subsides, your trembling hand resting on your lower stomach, feeling the outline of Rafe’s long, thick cock.

Rafe rubs his thumb on your clit, his other hand squeezing your hip. You relax a little more, your body getting used to the feeling again.

“Doin’ so good for us, baby,” Rafe praises. Cam kisses along your neck as he draws out fucking back into you a little rougher. Your pussy clamps down around Rafe, making his brows tug together. “Goddamn… Feels so fucking good,” he mumbles under his breath as Cam starts to fuck into you hard and fast, making your pussy bounce on his dick from the backshots alone.

“Rafe… Fuck, Cam,” you mumble drunkenly. Going so dumb on their dicks you can barely think. Rafe smiles at you blissfully, hooking his big hand around you to pull you to his lips. Your mouth crashes against his, the angle making you gasp and cry against his lips. “I can’t…” You whisper between gentle kisses.

“You are though… You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good.”

“Fuck, baby,” you whisper as Cam moans behind you, watching his cock plunge into your perfect ass with each stroke.

“Does it feel good, princess?” Rafe asks as he sucks off your bottom lip.

“So fuckin’ good,” you whimper.

“Then fuckin’ take it…”

Your climax sneaks up on you fast, bringing Rafe with it; his muscles tremble with yours as he fills you with his warm cum, your tight cunt milking every last bit of him as Cam fucks you through your orgasm, filling your greedy hole with his seed as well.

“Good, girl,” Rafe whispers

The night stretched on, Rafe and Cam, never letting you go. All the tension you held in your body seemed to ease in his arms. Their strong hands trace your bare skin, keeping you like they’ve wanted to for weeks.

Apologies were said, but even so, the pain of the past few weeks lingered on, the sincerity in their beautiful eyes making you believe that you could get back to where you were before. Rafe and Cam weren’t asking you to ‘forget what happened’ or ‘move past it’; they were just asking for a chance to show you they could make it work.

Cam’s large hand rests gently on your body as he sleeps, snoring lightly behind you as you look at Rafe, wide awake, his beautiful eyes still on you like he’s afraid you’ll go away again.

“Princess,” he begins, his voice wavering, “Can you forgive me? Please.”

“I forgive you,” you whisper as you snuggle a little closer.

“I was nothin’ without you. You are the best part of me,” he whispers as he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing kisses on the top.

Without another word, Rafe tugs his ring off his finger, gliding it back onto yours and setting it back as if it has always belonged there—and it has. Rafe’s expression softens as he lives in your sweet words, knowing that you still wanted to be with him even after everything that had happened.

“We’ll take care of you like you take care of us. Alright?”

“Thank you, baby.”

He tips his forehead, sharing his breath with you. “I love you,” he says.

“I love you too.”

"I get you last... I always get you last," Rafe whispers breathlessly against your kiss.

"Always."

[tehrevving]

Vincent Valentine Week Day 6 - Game

Gonna be honest with you all, this is complete and utter degenerate filth.

18+ Warnings for Cock Warming and Degradation kink.

“It’s just a game, Vin. It’ll be fun,” you smile, trying to sound reassuring. You don’t think he’s convinced. You’re sitting on his lap, your back pressed to his chest, facing away from him but still able to feel all of his movements. His arms are around your waist, lips by your ear with his hair falling over your shoulder. You hold up your phone so you both can see, watching the giant, flashing ‘start’ button currently taking up the entire screen. 

He hums uncertainly by your ear, but he trusts you, so he doesn’t voice any complaints. You understand that this might be a lot for him, it might be a lot for you too, but you’re desperate to know more about him. He’s so quiet, rarely talking about himself, which of course you expect, but even during sex he’s quiet about his wants, you’re hoping this might help. 

“You remember how this works?” You know he does, you’d only come up with the idea yesterday and he never forgets anything you say, but you want to go through it anyway. “My phone will show an act, or a kink, and then we discuss if it’s a yes, no, or a maybe. Easy.”

He hums again. 

“If you get uncomfortable then we can stop.”

He nods behind you, nose brushing against your cheek and hand squeezing around your waist for a moment. You’re pretty certain that means you can start, so you press the button, holding up your phone as it gives a small ding. You feel Vincent shift behind you, lowering his face so he can see the screen. 

Hair Pulling

You laugh. “See, it’s not that bad.”

He sighs behind you. 

“We’ll go through it anyway,” you grin. “I like it when you pull my hair.” 

He clears his throat, clearly embarrassed. “I also like when you pull my hair.” 

“You love it when I pull your hair,” you correct with a giggle. 

You feel his head dip into your shoulder with mild embarrassment.

“Alright, let’s try another one.” You press the button again. 

Cuckolding

Vincent shifts behind you to read the screen. “I do not know what that is,” he says.

You swallow, you’d expected you’d have to explain some of these to him, but you hoped you wouldn’t have to start with something so intense. “It’s usually watching someone else fuck your partner, or being fucked by someone else while they watch.”

“No,” he growls, voice low and possessive, not letting you continue. “You are mine and no one else may have you.” His hands tighten on your waist as his breath ghosts across your ear. He bites down on the shell of it, lips warm as you shiver. 

“S-same,” you stammer, he’s completely derailed your thoughts.  

“Good,” he purrs by your ear, sounding somewhat relieved. He reaches down and taps the screen of your phone, like merely just looking at the word is offending him. 

Cock Warming

Vincent sighs. “I do not know this either.”

“Do you want to guess?”

He shakes his head by your shoulder and you wonder, not for the first time, how someone who is definitely sexually experienced enough, and definitely old enough, can be so unaware of any of this stuff. 

“It’s when you,” you pause, trying to work out what to say. “It’s sitting on someone’s cock, putting it inside, not for sex, just to keep it warm.” You realise suddenly that the more you try to explain, the more flustered you get. You try not to give yourself away, to keep your cool. You think you’d be able to, if you weren’t sitting on his lap, able to feel every single one of his breaths, surrounded by his scent with the strength of his thighs underneath you, you’re in the perfect fucking position to do it. “To try and not move, or react.”

He hums and the sound is so fucking dangerous. He can see right through you. “If I were to push inside of you, right now, and we continued with this game as if it was not happening. That would be cock warming?”

You nod, squirming on his lap. 

“I have a feeling you might enjoy that,” he muses, biting at your neck, teeth pressing gently to your skin.

You can’t help but whine. 

He slides his hand down your body, tracing slowly down your stomach and then lower, cupping your sex. You gasp, unable to stop bucking your hips up into his palm. 

“What do you think?” he teases, teeth at your neck while his fingers deftly slip inside your pants. He slides warm, thick fingers over your core, fingers skating over quickly dampening fabric. You can’t resist him when he’s trying to be seductive, you’re never going to be able to. You gasp, throwing back your head and rocking your hips into his touch. He chuckles lowly. “I think we should try.”

You nod frantically, whining when his hand leaves you. He shushes you gently, reassuring as you feel rummaging behind your back. You hear the clicking of his belt buckle and the soft sound of a zip as he undoes his pants. He exhales sharply as his hand wraps around his cock. He strokes it, the movement of his hand unmistakable behind you. Soft groans slip from his lips as he slowly strokes himself to full, agonising hardness. 

He bunches your panties to the side with no preamble, lifting your hips with his strength and guiding himself inside. You buck your hips, moaning as he pushes and you sink down onto his length. His teeth press to your shoulder as you both rock carefully, pressing your bodies together until he’s buried inside of you. The soft, lost groan that he lets out once you’re fully seated on his lap is one you’ll never grow tired of. 

You feel full, so damn full. The heat of him inside of you is overwhelming, it always is. His breathing is hard by your ear, his arm tight around your waist, holding you still and steady. A twisting warmth floods your nerves, pleasure throbbing between your legs. You want to ride him, you want to buck your hips and beg for his fingers against your clit. 

You roll your hips once, wanting sensation. He tuts in your ear, hands squeezing almost impossibly tight at your waist, stopping you from moving. “Continue the game,” he purrs, voice low and very obviously affected even though he’s trying to hide it. 

You hold your phone up, fingers shaking slightly, trying not to move too much and jostle against the fullness between your hips. 

Degradation

You’re going to scream. This game was supposed to help you learn more about him, but instead it’s throwing you to the wolves. 

“I need this explained too,” Vincent murmurs, voice almost a moan. “It made you tight.”

You whine, heat flooding your cheeks. It’s too much, all of this is too much. He’s inside of you, stuffed all the way in and you can’t move. You can feel him everywhere, in between your hips, up in your belly, between your lungs. “C-calling your partner dirty names,” you stammer, speaking quickly in one breath to get it out. 

“Is that all?” he questions. “I may need an example.”

You duck your head, embarrassed. You know he won’t like this. He won’t like being called names but you’re not sure how he’ll feel about saying them to you. You try to breathe, try to suck in oxygen, but the heat of his cock steals your air. You can’t move, his hands are so tight on your waist. You can’t relive the building pressure inside of you. You need to move, to grind against something, you need him to touch you, just for a moment. You don’t know how he can stand it, you don’t know how he still seems so damn put together. You know he’s just as affected as you are, but then you realise that of course, he also gets off on denying himself, on pushing himself to be as unaffected as possible. Fuck. 

“I-I,” you stammer because even just trying to think of words is too much. “I’m pathetic, a-a filthy whore, your cock is inside of me a-and it’s not enough.” Your entire body tightens. You struggle to speak, pleasure surging between your legs. You try to move, you try to rock but you can’t, he’s holding you too tightly. 

Vincent freezes behind you with shock, but his cock jumps, betraying his feelings. You feel ashamed, overheated and turned on. You don’t know if he’ll reply, if he’ll speak to you. It’s fine if he doesn’t but if he does, just the thought that he might has you almost delirious with want. 

“It is just play,” he falters, voice cracking with desire. “You know I do not think of you this way, yes?”

You nod, the movement making you surge around him. Pleasure wracks your hips and you fold forward, unable to hold back. 

He swallows heavily, hands tightening on your waist. His breathing is rough by your ear and his voice is so deep and desperate. “You are,” he pauses, breath stuttering. “Useless. You have one job, to sit patiently on my c-cock and k-keep it warm. Instead your body is begging for me, like an insatiable s-slut. I am disappointed with you.”

You can’t fucking breathe. Your entire body is frozen. You didn’t think he could talk like this. You think you’ve just had an orgasm, held completely still and without being touched. Everything feels suddenly hazy, like you're underwater, your head spinning. Pleasure courses everywhere, everywhere he’s touching you, surging through your hips as your body clenches on him with no warning. He groans desperately by your ear, the sound broken with desire. 

“I-I,” he stammers. You’ve never heard him sound quite so wrecked. “I think we are done with this game.” His hands tighten on your waist. You’re flying. Somehow he lifts you while staying connected to you. You don’t know how he manages to slide you off the couch and onto your hands and knees on the carpet with his cock still pressed inside of you, but he does. He follows you down, folding himself behind you. 

His clawed hand digs into your hip, the prickling pain only heightening your desire. His other hand trails up your back and then tangles in your hair, pulling roughly. He yanks your head back as his hips rut forwards. You cry out, completely at his mercy. 

Vincent pulls almost all the way out and then slams back into you, the echoing slap of skin on skin overwhelming. “You will take it on your k-knees as punishment for d-disappointing me.” His voice is completely wrecked, breathless, rough. “I am not going to touch you. A pitiful wh-whore like you should have no trouble finding release solely on my c-cock.”

You had no idea he could talk like this. You don’t know where it’s come from but you never want him to stop. You can barely breathe, body stretched out and head pulled back. He starts to fuck you roughly, slamming into you while his fingers bruise your hips. You beg for him, crying out in desperation as you both give into scorching mutual desire.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Woooo chapter 3 finally

Probably going to at least start the next chapter tonight because I’m so looking forward to writing Mihawk again. He is in this chapter as I promised, but...we do not wake him from his nap. We know better.

But Bogard and Garp have been so much fun honestly. Especially Garp giving Luffy vibes because the brainless dumbassery for sure runs in the family.

Not sure if that applies to Dragon but…look it’d be hilarious if it did—

Anyway, chapter threeeeeeeee

Flight Risk

Young!Mihawk x Marine!AFAB!Reader

Ch. 3 of like four or something maybe six at most idk, I have a clear ending in sight but I’m not sure how long it’ll take to get there

Brief summary of The Story So Far: So Garp, in his infinite wisdom, had this brilliant idea about how the Marines could use reader's devil fruit ability (zoan type, gray parrot) to spy on this particularly dangerous and elusive pirate up close, and now reader is stuck scoping out Kuraigana Island to see if there are any signs of him there. Bogard may have a coronary before this nonsense is said and done.

First Chapter link, Next Chapter link

SFW for now, but not in later chapters

Possible trigger warning for blood. Possible future trigger warnings for imprisonment, mild torture (definitely psychological, maybe physical)

Tags: Enemies to lovers, eventually NSFW, idk maybe more later

Word Count: 3,057

Haven't really proofread this much but I will in a minute I promise

No tag list yet, I do not expect one but if you're interested in seeing where this bullshit goes just lemme know

♫♬I’m Gonna Be Your Elvis — The Fratellis♬♫

I could not pretend that I was even half amused

When all they ever told me left me shaken and confused

It would have been a beautiful night for a flight, if not for the destination ahead of you.

Kuraigana Island loomed closer as your wings cut through the soft breeze in your transformed state, and catching the wind would ensure that you could simply glide most of the way there without expending too much energy. The chilly night air barely cut through your thick coat of gray feathers, and your dull coloration and the dim light of the crescent moon gave you some reassurance that you would be able to see any potential threat before it could notice you.

Something near the shore by the forest caught your eye, and you swooped in a bit closer to be positive of what you were looking at—and your stomach did a backflip as you confirmed it.

A small vessel was moored there, a boat in the shape of a coffin.

That was confirmation enough that he was here. Part of you considered circling back around the battleship cutting silently through the water a mile or so behind you and reporting this alone to Garp.

But…no. You had been told to fly over, to see what you could from a high enough elevation to avoid detection, and you intended to do just that. This was your first real chance to show your value as a Marine. You couldn’t blow it by turning tail and running the moment you felt the slightest pang of fear. Hardening your resolve, you regained your elevation with a few flaps of your wings, circling the island until you were at a height where you felt safe.

As safe as you could, at least.

The forest was quiet enough—there were no signs of the population of primates Garp had mentioned to you, perhaps all asleep for the evening. Save for the sound of nocturnal birds and insects cutting through the night air, nothing seemed out of the ordinary in the dense forest, or the narrow path that cut through it from the shore. You flew a bit lower, squinting down across the path.

His boat was there. You knew he had to be there somewhere. He never worked with anyone else, so chances were slim to none that he could possibly be anywhere else.

The clearing around the castle was half overgrown itself, littered with ruins and evidence of battles long since ended beneath a thin veil of fog, but the castle itself seemed mostly intact from your vantage point.

Intact, with a dim orange glow glimmering from one of the windows that made you briefly halt in midair, flapping your wings lightly to keep yourself aloft. Fire light. It had to be, there was no other explanation, perhaps the dim glow of a candle or a lantern. There was someone there, someone in a high room of the tower straight ahead of you. That would be enough for you to go back with, more than enough information to all but confirm the reports.

But…if you could get just a little closer, if you could confirm it with your own eyes…

This was a bad idea. It had to be a bad idea. Garp had told you to keep your distance, but you were already swooping down, stopping just beside the window and gripping your talons against the grooves between the stones that comprised the solid wall.

Folding your wings back behind you, slowly and quietly creeping closer to the window.

Closer, just a bit closer, craning your neck the slightest bit to the side to glimpse inside…

The light, as you had thought, came from an oil lantern situated on a small end table, illuminating what appeared to be a sizable den. Most of the visible surfaces in the room were covered with a fine coating of dust that glinted eerily in the flickering glow, from the bookshelves lining one wall to the adjacent hearth. It was quiet at the moment, still, but there was one sign of life that made your heart skip a beat and your breath catch.

Leaning alongside the hearth, unmarred by a single speck of dust, stood a massive sword with a jet-black blade and hilt in the shape of a cross, a glimmering blue gem set into the base of the hilt that seemed to glow in the firelight. Holding your breath as you stared at the weapon, unable to take your eyes off of it, you realized that the room wasn’t quite as silent as you had thought.

The faint whisper of slow, even breathing met your ears.

He was there. He was really there. You considered the likelihood that you were the first Marine to ever get this close without being killed within seconds, considered the idea of taking off back for your ship right that instant.

And then you slowly shifted a little closer to the window, looking around the edge of the windowsill to the other side of the room.

You barely stopped yourself from letting out a gasp.

Reclined back in an old armchair, a book open across his lap, his boots propped up on the table in front of him, arms crossed over his chest and head tilted down slightly—it was him. There was no question about it. Even with the small difference from his most recent bounty poster of the angular moustache and goatee, there was no question. You were barely ten feet away from the Marine Killer himself, Dracule Mihawk.

And he was fast asleep.

His chest rose and fell slowly with his deep, even breaths, his eyes closed. His plumed hat sat to the side on an end table, his signature trench coat draped across the back of his chair. You had done it—more than simply scouting for activity, more getting the lay of the land, you had found the man himself.

You jolted in alarm when he shifted in his sleep, quickly pulling your head out of the window, your heart racing.

That, you decided, was more than enough for you to report back. You shifted a careful distance across the wall of the tower, taking care to ensure that your talons didn’t so much as scratch against the stone surface, and took flight back toward the shore, toward the battleship barely visible against the dark water and midnight sky. Gliding just above the treetops, buzzing with adrenaline, you were already swelling with pride. You, a cadet that had spent weeks being taunted and treated like a joke, had managed to use the very ability that had made you a laughingstock to do what no other Marine had yet managed.

For the first time, you had more than just a glimmer of hope that this plan, however ridiculous it sounded on the surface, could actually work.

And then something whizzed past your left wing.

You faltered in your flight, looking around as you flapped your wings a few times to regain your equilibrium. Whatever it was had passed by so fast that you had registered no more than the whistle of wind around it. Maybe a smaller bird or a large bug—

And then it happened again.

And again.

And, as you realized that the objects were coming from below you and looked down, you let out an audible gasp that left you like a strangled squawk.

You were too close to the trees, you realized disjointedly, as you took in the sight of several enormous, ape-like creatures below you. You were also the only bird in the air, which you guessed had a great deal to with the fact that these particular apes were wearing what appeared to be some sort of armor and wielding very human weapons. Swords, spears, axes, and—to your stunned realization—bows.

Another arrow zipped past your right wing, close enough to brush across your feathers.

What the hell what the hell what the hell—

Soaring higher into the air did you little good. The beasts had already spotted you and were following your flight path with ease, still firing arrows, throwing spears (though these, thankfully, didn’t manage to come nearly high enough to pose any threat). You were more than halfway across the expanse of the forest, you could make it, you knew you could.

Nearly to the end of it, dipping higher and lower, zig-zagging through the air to throw off the aim of the strange primates.

Right there, right at the edge of the trees, when a searing pain tore through your right wing, causing you to screech out a swear, glancing down to watch the offending arrow fall and land on the shore below you.

You didn’t even dare glance toward your wing to see how bad the injury was. As long as you didn’t look, it might have only been a scratch. It might have just been a light graze. You tried to ignore how unsteady your flying was, to ignore the fact that you were slowly losing elevation and seemed unable to regain it, that you were swerving to the left no matter how hard you tried not to.

You did focus on the fact that if you fell now, you wouldn’t ever make it back. You’d fall into the nearly black waves below you and sink down into the ocean like a sack of stones, and that would be the end.

Your ship drew closer and closer, growing larger and larger in your line of sight, and you focused on that.

Until you were close enough to glide awkwardly onto the quarterdeck, where Garp and Bogard seemed to be arguing quietly in front of the doors of the Vice Admiral’s cabin, and skid past them across the floorboards, hitting the railing on the starboard side.

Whatever argument your superior officers had been engaged in ceased the moment you transformed, pulling yourself up to sit against the railing, already half-shouting at the older man, “You could have told me they knew how to use weapons!”

You didn’t like the way they stared at you for a long moment, both of their gazes flickering to your right arm, no more than you liked how limp the appendage felt at your side as you gripped at the railing with your left hand.

Garp mumbled something to Bogard, who gave a short nod before disappearing into the cabin.

Garp tilted his head the slightest bit to the side, lifting his eyebrows as he slowly approached you. “That—exactly who knows how to use weapons?” he asked slowly.

“The goddamned apes, that’s who,” you said through your teeth, briefly forgetting every ounce of formality that your time as a Marine had instilled in you. “They had swords! And bows! And armor and spears and—”

“The ap—never mind that for now,” he said slowly, holding up a hand. “You need to calm down, cadet. And we need to get you patched up.”

“Patched up—I could have been killed!”

You still hadn’t looked at your arm. The adrenaline still coursing through your veins made the sharp, throbbing pain seem like an afterthought, like a distant reality as you pulled yourself to your feet. “By a bunch of damned monkeys that evidently—”

“Enough.” You jumped at the harsh command, straightening yourself out completely and snapping to attention in an instant. Your eyes briefly darted to the cabin doors as Bogard emerged, unwinding a belt as he strode over quickly, tossing a quick glare at Garp before lifting your arm and wrapping it around a couple inches below your shoulder. “We can discuss it in a few minutes. We need to get you down to the sick bay first.”

You still didn’t look down, shaking your head at Garp as you stared at him in alarm.

“It was just a scratch, I’m fine—ow—” you added as Bogard abruptly tightened the belt around your arm, glancing over.

Your eyes widened at the sight of the large, deep gash extending nearly from your right elbow to your shoulder.

At the blood steadily spurting out from what was no doubt a pretty important vein or artery.

“O…oh,” was all you could force out, your eyes lowering to the puddle of blood at your feet, the adrenaline rush fading in nearly an instant, leaving you more than a little light-headed. “That’s…”

The makeshift tourniquet around your arm did gradually slow the bleeding by the time you sat down at the edge of one of the cots in the infirmary, but you were still woozy from the blood loss, still lightheaded from everything you had witnessed during your flyover of Kuraigana Island, only catching the vaguest gist of Garp and Bogard’s continued bickering.

“And you didn’t think to inform me of this hare-brained mission beforehand?” Bogard was saying, and while his face was shadowed by the brim of his hat you were sure his expression matched his sour tone.

“It was just recon,” said Garp, sitting at the edge of a cot a few feet away, striking a match and holding it to the end of a cigar clamped between his teeth. “In and out, ten minutes. Didn’t seem like a big deal.”

“And yet here we are,” he said through his teeth, not bothering to glance up at your flinching as he cleaned the gash with an alcohol drenched cloth.

“How the hell was I supposed to know a bunch of goddamned apes would know how to use weapons?” he said, slouching over against the wall. “Wonder if the psychopath trained them…”

“Seeing as we know next to nothing about him aside from the fact that he seems to derive joy from committing mass murder, I don’t suppose anyone knows,” said Bogard, tossing a sidelong glare at the vice admiral, who gave a noncommittal shrug. Bogard tossed the cloth aside with an irritated growl and shoved a clean one into your hands. “Put pressure on that.”

“Yessir,” you said automatically, wincing as you pushed the rag against the wound.

“With all due respect, Garp, this entire farce was your idea,” said Borgard, straightening out from where he had been kneeling next to your cot to cross the room and begin rifling through drawers and cabinets. “I’m sure you can imagine what we’d have to deal with were we to return to headquarters and have to inform Sengoku that our operative was killed en route by a bow-wielding monkey.”

“Eh…” Garp shrugged a shoulder, his own expression souring at the thought. “But hell, at least we know why no one’s made it out of the place now. So we did get some information.”

“And suppose the target had been there?”

“He was.”

Both men froze when you spoke up—Garp halfway through pulling his cigar from his mouth to flick the ashes from the end, Bogard with a drawer halfway shut, both of them slowly turning their heads to look toward you.

“You should probably tell someone at headquarters to update his bounty poster,” you added, tapping at your chin. “He, ah, has a goatee now.”

Both men continued to regard you in stunned silence for several long, tense seconds, glancing at each other as your words slowly sunk in.

Garp’s face split into a grin, and his hearty laughter a moment later completely drowned out his partner’s weary sigh. Bogard slowly closed the drawer, turning around to lean back against the counter behind him, rubbing at the bridge of his nose.

“Were you not instructed to keep your distance?” he said loudly, glowering over at Garp as the older man threw his head back in laughter. You sat up a bit straighter when Bogard turned his glare on you, crossing his arms, frowning at you with the same measure of exasperation. “Had you been seen—”

“I was careful,” you said quickly. “I noticed a light in one of the castle windows. Most of the place is in ruins but the castle is still standing. I only peeked through the corner of the window, he was asleep.”

You decided as his frowned deepened that it was best not to mention how long you had lingered in the windowsill.

“Sounds to me like the kid passed her test with flying colors,” said Garp, still chuckling to himself. He gave you a nod of approval, pointing toward you with the smoldering end of his cigar. “Good work, cadet.”

“It sounds,” said Bogard, pulling the drawer next to him open sharply, “as if our cadet was taking wholly unnecessary risks for the sake of an unnecessarily dangerous and unauthorized ‘test’ of her abilities.” Garp rolled his eyes at the indirect scolding, leaning against the wall of the infirmary again. “Needless to say,” he went on, fishing through the drawer and retrieving a suture kit before shoving it closed, “the next time any of your commanding officers sees fit to pose you with such a mission again…”

He grabbed a clipboard off of the counter, flipped over an empty medical report to its blank side, and tossed it onto the cot next to Garp, before heading back over to sit at the cot across from yours. You watched as he retrieved a large, curved needle and set to threading it, tossing a sharp look at you.

“…you are both advised and encouraged to run it by me first. Understood?” You nodded quickly as he pulled the cloth out of your hands and away from the expansive gash across your arm. “Good. Then you’ll relay what you witnessed during your reconnaissance, and our esteemed vice admiral will take down the report—”

“Why the hell do I have to—”

“Because you’re terrible at applying stitches,” Bogard snapped before Garp could finish his protest. The older man rolled his eyes, snatching up the clipboard and digging a pen out of his pocket. Bogard leaned over with the threaded needle in his hand and added, “This is going to hurt.”

“Probably not much more than nearly having my wing shot off,” you reasoned.

Garp snorted.

Bogard sighed, muttering something under his breath about being surrounded by idiots, before grabbing your wrist and pulling your arm straight, not bothering to give you any warning before jabbing the needle through your skin.

“Just stay still,” he said over the sharp hiss of air your drew in through your teeth at the pain, “and relay your report, cadet."

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[daaydreamy]

trembling still vol. 2

summary: harry and y/n try something new. 

warnings: coarse language, smut, rimming (m receiving)

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

“What are you doing?”

Harry moved his head from where it was peeking out from the duvet he had pulled up all the way to his neck to look at Y/N, who was standing near the door as she was taking her clothes off. She was chuckling still as she took her clothes from the floor and tossed them to the chair on the other side of the room, sitting next to Harry’s completely covered body on the bed as she waited for a response, her head cocked to the side a little with an amused smile on her face. 

“I’m just, you know… a little nervous.” Harry shrugged and turned over, lying on his back instead of on his stomach, the duvet still pulled up all the way over his body despite him being pretty naked underneath it. He had been nervous since yesterday, actually, the day he asked her to try out this new… thing with him. He was pretty okay when she wasn’t in the room, but now that she was… his heart was definitely beating faster than it was before and it felt like it was slowly sinking further and further down his chest.

Yesterday…

“Rimming? Is that what you said? I literally cannot hear you, H.”

Harry’s cheeks grew even hotter and he cleared his throat, shaking his head subtly even though he shouldn’t have because, yes, rimming was what he definitely said. He was just so nervous! So many questions were now flying through his head, the same ones he had come up with moments before the words came out of his mouth. What if she was weirded out now? What if she was too weirded out now?  What if she was so weirded out that she would figure that Harry was into other weird things which would result in her leaving him because things were just too weird?

“So… it’s not what you said? What did you say?” Y/N had put all of her attention on him, her phone now lying on her lap where she had been scrolling on Pinterest for a little while, adding pins to her boards and whatnot, which was worse for Harry because now she was looking at his very hot face that he couldn’t seem to cool down whatsoever. 

“You know what? Nevermind, it’s fine, it’s nothing.” He gave her a tight-lipped, polite smile to hopefully end the conversation, making Y/N chuckle from how strange and awkward he was being. 

“Harry, you know I’m always open to try new things with you. Sexual or not, I’m open to anything. Have to trust me on this one, H.” She had shuffled closer and brought a hand up to poke one of his dimples after speaking, resting her head against the soft cushions of the couch. “So c’mon, what is it? I won’t judge, I won’t ever.” She reassured once more and grasped Harry’s hand, running her thumb over his knuckles as she awaited his reply. 

The reason Harry had wanted to try rimming anyway was simply because he was watching some porn when Y/N was away on a business trip for two weeks and Harry was left all alone in their home, missing her presence and touch. He just accidentally stumbled upon a video about rimming and got curious so he watched it, watching the man groan and whine and whimper as the woman behind him licked into him, sometimes moaning against him purely because of the sounds the man was letting out. The video ended with Harry’s hand over his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut, and his toes curling so deliciously. 

The thought of him and Y/N in those positions hadn’t left his mind since.

“I wanna try it.” Harry said with more clarity, clearing his throat before clarifying what he was talking about even further. “Rimming–I mean. It’s fine if you don’t want to, obviously, I wouldn’t wanna force you or any-”

“You want me to eat you out?”

Harry parted his lips, a little surprised from her bluntness, despite it being nothing really that new.

“Yeah.” Harry replied quietly. “Is that okay?”

“Sure, yeah, we can try that.” She shrugged nonchalantly, smiling. “Tomorrow?”

Present time.

“Well, don’t be. It’ll be fun, yeah? And it’ll feel great, I promise.” Y/N chuckled, now sitting next to him on the bed. She slowly pulled the duvet over Harry’s body down until his entire torso was exposed to the cool air of their bedroom, goosebumps rising from his skin. She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his chest, glancing up at his face that was now more flushed than before, her lips tugging up at the corners a little as she maneuvered to straddle him, her knees digging into the spots beside Harry’s. She mouthed at the part she kissed for a moment before letting the kisses trail down, sometimes darting her tongue out to see Harry shiver. 

“Just relax.” She mumbled against his skin, throwing the duvet away to the other side of the bed so she could see all of Harry, lips parting in surprise when she saw the delicate lacy white panties he had on, sneaking a finger under it to pull it back and snap it back against his skin, making Harry whimper and shift his hips away from her, as if he was embarrassed and didn’t want her to see. 

“S-sorry, I wanted to try them on and-”

“You look so pretty.”

Harry hadn’t even realized he was already gripping the sheets, loosening his grip as he looked up at her, gasping wetly as he felt her hand palming against him. 

“So are they okay?”

“Jesus, more than.” She chuckled, pulling them down his thighs gently. Harry’s eyes fell shut and he felt more at ease now, his heart rate slowing down as he tried his best to relax because he was just so tense. Had been since yesterday. 

“Can’t believe you’re wearing these…” She murmured, wrapping a wet hand around his cock and giving him a few slow strokes, listening to Harry moan softly and shift a little. She kept up with that for a little while, teasing Harry by never going faster, staying gentle and slow to have him wanting more. She would lean down and mouth at his neck, paying extra attention to the special spots he liked and leaving a few marks, uttering filthy things that had Harry blushing furiously. 

“Can you turn over?” She mumbled against his cheek before she sat back up against Harry’s thighs. “I wanna… I wanna see you.”

At first, Harry was a little confused. She could see him, but nevertheless, he shifted over so he was on his hands and knees, burying his flushed into the pillow beneath him. His forearms were supporting his weight and all he could feel was Y/N pulling the panties back up, feeling them snap against his hips. God, she was purely just admiring him, groping at his ass greedily and leaving bite marks against the soft flesh. 

“You’re horrible.” She mumbled jokingly against Harry’s skin before she pulled the panties down until they fell against the backs of his knees, and finally…

“O-oh, fuck.” Harry had lifted himself up from the bed, gasping and moaning from surprise when he felt her wet tongue against him, allowing himself to slowly go back down and leaning into it, sighing from pleasure and finally getting what he had been wanting for so long. He felt Y/N’s hand glide up his back, before she moved it back down slowly whilst pushing down as well, encouraging him to arch his back further and to push back against her. 

“Fuck.” Harry breathed out, gulping. He couldn’t spread his legs because the panties were in the way and were restricting him, only able to arch his back and just indulge. His hands were gripping the pillow tightly, sometimes muffling his loud noises against them. It felt so weirdly good and he couldn’t get enough of it, unable to stop himself from mumbling “more, more” and resisting the urge to touch himself because he wanted it to last. 

“See?” Y/N murmured after pulling away for a second, groping at Harry’s ass and lightly digging her nails into his flesh, “It does feel good, doesn’t it?” A smile was playing on her lips and she reached around his thigh to get a hand around his cock, causing him to groan and bury his face into the pillow again, making Y/N ‘tsk’.

“Don’t hide your moans.” She said softly as she was leaning back down, “They’re what I like best.”

“Fuck, I’m- I’m close.” Harry moved the pillow out of the way and put it beside him, resting his forehead against his forearms instead, eyes closed and toes curled. 

a/n: finally, here it is! the longer version of trembling still! i hope it was okay and more fulfilling than the first version, feedback is always appreciated! love you thank you so much for reading!! 🫂💋

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[midnightsun-if]

Hello! What would the ROs reaction be to MC falling asleep on their shoulder?

Koda: At the feeling of the weight settling on his arm, his first instinct is to jerk— something that causes an apologetic wince to flash across his face once he realizes it had been your sleeping head. “Sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, offering you a small grin. “Didn’t know you were so tired. Want me to carry you to bed?”

Scarlett: You’re startled awake by the weightless feeling one only gets when falling— eyes snapping open, your brace for an immediate impact, only to find a soft leather cushion greeting you. With a furrowed brow, you straighten back into a seated position, finally taking note of the other person in the room. “The next time you’re tired do just head to bed.” Scarlett crosses her ankles, gaze back on the book she had been reading only a moment ago beside you. “I did not sign up to be a stand-in for it.”

Cyrus/Cyra: They startle away from you instantly, feeling guilty at the glazed-over look you give them in response— riddled with confusion, as you blink blearily to clear it. “Sorry,” they murmur, fidgeting before rocketing to their feet. “I just realized that I haven’t preened Apollo’s feathers yet and he gets quite ornery about it.” They tilt their head towards the door, hoping the steadily growing heat across their cheeks wasn’t a blush. Why the hell were they reacting like this? “I’ll be going now. Do get to bed soon, okay? It’ll be much more comfortable than the couch.”

Quinn: Sapphire eyes twinkle merrily at the feeling of your head hitting their shoulder, fond exasperation warm in their chest. “Didn’t I tell you it was late for how early you got up?” They don’t expect an answer, but the small snuffle you let loose brings an even brighter smile to their lips. “Now how am I supposed to wake you up? Isn’t there a saying about moving adorable creatures that fall asleep on you?”

Caden: A small squeak escapes them at the feeling, widened silver eyes looking down at your sleeping form. What on earth were they supposed to do? The professional course of action would be to wake you up, send you off to bed, and tidy up the common area afterward. But they had been sent here to assist in your comfort… Could they say they were doing so if they were to rip it away from you now? Letting you rest, at least for the moment, seemed like the best course of action. They’ll just have to figure out how to settle themself with you so near.

Sloane: You’re shoved off before your head even had a chance to make first contact— although it’s a lot lighter than you’ve seen them shove other people. Small progress, but progress nonetheless. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Brow furrowed, hazel eyes glinting sharply, Sloane didn’t look pissed, per se, but they definitely weren’t amused either. “I don’t remember agreeing to be your body pillow.” They scoff, turning their attention back to the TV. “You have an entire couch to rest on. Use it.”

Blake: They touch your face lightly, a path they’ve taken many times before. As this moment wasn’t one that’s all that new— not when it comes to you at least. Violet eyes, devoid of the typical outlandish mirth, soften completely. “What am I going to do with you, angel?” Blake shakes their head fondly. “Didn’t you know that it’s bad to fall asleep on a demon? We might steal your soul while you rest.” If you had been awake you’d have seen their eyebrows wiggle absurdly. “Of course,” they continue, musing over their thoughts. “They never say how the sleeping angel can steal the demons heart.”

Reginald/Regina: Their head tilts to the side, expression laden with a soft smile the moment they notice your slumbering form. “Didn’t know vampires could sleep,” they mutter, more to themself than anything. Filing the knowledge away to ask you later, they gently tuck the blanket over their lap around you too— sharing the soft warmth. “Didn’t know you were such a cuddle bug.” They rest their head on tops of yours. “Good to know for the future.”

[cto10121]

Posted with permission, @car-lizzzle. Thank you.

Fans turning against their creator and expressing heavy disdain or even hatred for them/their work is nothing new. We saw it in Star Wars, Harry Potter, and so forth. It seems to happen especially with large franchises and author-related controversies. But Twilight to me is a unique case in which the ones that consistently post about it…are simply the ones who hate it. Or who claim to love it, but happen to mostly post about how bad it is. These anti fans have the same irritating/creepy tendencies, namely:

Being confused about/asking very basic questions about canon. Most fans never have that trouble, unless they are exclusively movie fans

Conflating both book and movie canons. Even Contrapoints bases a lot of her analysis on the movies instead of the books, a faux pas I doubt she would have done with Harry Potter. This almost never happens with book fandoms, especially ones with a movie franchise almost universally disliked. Even the most anti-Rowling HP fans still rant about changes in characterization from book to movies and call out fanon based on the movies. And this is despite the fact that the HP movie franchise is much better done and much more beloved than the Twilight movies ever were

Overly bashing characters and overly loving others (one creator is a Team Jacob fan, and her bias against Edward and the Cullens—minus Rosalie, tellingly enough—is very obvious).

Conjecture and theories on Stephenie Meyer's supposed thoughts and beliefs in writing the series, even when Meyer has been clear about her writing processes (i.e. that weird “Twilight was inspired by MCR” shit going around).

Absurd and increasingly deranged “fan” theories that don’t make sense (e.g. Edward digging up his mother’s grave in Chicago to retrieve her wedding ring)

The reluctance to admit any part of the series is good. If an anti does admit it, they will inevitably complain it’s bad, actually (e.g. “The vampire backstories are so much more interesting than stupid Bella/Edward, bad writing!!!” “Edward privileged Bella’s health and safety over that of their child, but Meyer definitely did not mean this is a positive way, bad writing!!!!”).

Just...the bitter and angry tone some of these fans have. If not bitter or angry, then just downright disdainful. You’d think Meyer personally killed their relatives or something. It’s comparable only to the R&J hate I eat regularly on this blog. The fact that these two works are both romances with heavy social commentary is no coincidence

So why does Twilight have such a toxic anti fandom? A book getting a horrifically bad film adaptation isn’t anything new (see: Percy Jackson). As for romance, I’ve heard less vitriol against the Bridgerton and Outlander books, even though they have some of the same problematic elements Twilight is accused of (and they have actual rape and dubious consent involved). ACOTAR is still big despite receiving criticism of both its writing and of Maas. Only Colleen Hoover gets more hate than Meyer at this point, but she is more recent.

Twilight is a wildly successful book series from 2006, which received dutiful but inept film adaptations and a strong backlash on literally all fronts. And yet interest in this series, even if negative, is still going strong. A reasonable person would conclude Twilight is standing the test of time pretty well so far and at least one person already has: Robert Pattinson himself. But to admit Twilight is in any way good is an anathema to these anti fans.

It’ll be interesting to see in what way the upcoming animated adaptation may improve—or worsen—the image of this series. Here’s hoping it’ll get enough positive attention to banish the nasty anti ones into the ether.

[stylessatellite]

Style’s Stylist

a stylist!y/n blurb

Warnings: fem reader, implied harry x reader (mentions it like twice)

Face claim: Jihoon Kim

A/N: k, so I lied and I’m posting my stylist!y/n blurb early. I got bored with dealing with my extended family so I finished up the piece instead. also for the authors name, I used a name generator, so if it’s your name i’m sorry.

- Feel free to like and reblog <3 | masterlist

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harryflorals: FIRST LOOK AT HARRY FOR COVENTRY NIGHT 2! via: user 1

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user2: omg, praying he unzips the jacket

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voguemagazine: @/river_johnson sat down with @/yourusername to discuss styling for @/harrystyles for his final leg of Love On Tour. Check it out with the link in our bio. 

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ynfan1: so glad to know it technically wasn’t y/n responsible for some of the horrendous looks lately

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yourusername: sat down with @/river_johnson from @/voguemagazine to talk about styling our fav @/harrystyles. check it out here.

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harry_lambert: lovely dear ❤️ see you soon

maneskinoffical: that’s our stylist! ti vogliamo bene 🩷

↳ conangray: you mean our stylist?

↳ harry&ynfan: not maneskin and conan arguing abt y/n and harry’s here enjoying his trophy boyfriend status.

harrystyles: love being each others muses ❤️❤️

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Styles’s Stylist

River Johnson | VOGUE

Many of you know the singer/songwriter Harry Styles. Whether it be his music, looks or daring fashion sense. Not many know the person who makes him look that good. With the last leg of Love On Tour having kicked off a couple days ago, I sat down with Y/N L/N to discuss styling for the past couple years. As one of Style’s stylists, L/N shares this position with Harry Lambert. Her other clients include Conan Gray and Måneskin.

L/N herself is dressed in custom Bode with a mint plaid set with a pair of baby pink converse to match. It’s clear that she’s planning on looking up to par with the hoards of fans outside of the stadium waiting to be let in for the second show in Coventry. She’s making me feel underdressed in my beat up air forces and dungarees. She assures me that a boa and a matching cowboy hat would have me fitting right in.

“So how has styling him been different post COVID? Have any of your creative processes changed?”

“It hasn’t been all too different from before I suppose. His looks have definitely changed, but a part of that just came with the album. Really the only difference is there’s less interviewing looks to put together because it’s only waist up now. I just have to make sure his shirt doesn't have wrinkles or a stain on it. Which is pretty easy considering we share the same wardrobe.”

“How do you come up with the different looks for each album and show? And does this differ from awards or appearances? Are there different processes? Acceptable designs?”

“I mean the process definitely depends on the event. His looks for the album are based on what he feels the mood of the album is and wardrobe is based on that. For the album he said he wanted to be more colorful and fun, so that's how we got the varying patterns. So don’t blame us for the mis matching looks, blame him (Harry).

“So I'm assuming his tour outfits are the same?”

“Yes. At the start of each leg, we’ll go through possible designs and what we feel will work best from both our (stylist & artist) sides and his opinions. Gucci and I will sketch some ideas and it’ll get sent to the group chats on which pieces we like, then we'll play mix and match and the night of the show it’s pretty much chosen by the band and him.”

“Elaborate on the band. Because I've noticed that they always seem to coordinate.”

“Yes, certain looks from the band go with certain outfits of his or at his request. If he’s wearing all black then he likes the band to wear pink for some reason. Or if some of the band's looks aren’t ready, then we’ll move that look to a different day and pull a different one.”

“Speaking of different days. I imagine it was quite the switch between show looks and award looks.”

“Oh, it actually wasn’t too bad, it was more of the execution. We had had the outfits planned for months, it was just a matter of making sure the tassels didn't tangle and the (red) carpet look came in on time. Show looks require less coordination because normally it’s just the people here”

“He also had a few outfit changes between the two events, he had what six outfits? What was that like?”

“Yeah no, he had six official outfits plus if he chose to change for an after party, which is all on him to decide, and I don't remember if he did.”

“Do you have a favorite look of his?”

“Are we talking shows? Or award wise.”

“Either”

“I mean any of the ones with the decals. It was really fun coming up with all of the different designs. Tonight’s also might win for this leg so far.”

I then proceeded to ask for a sneak peak but she just laughed me off saying how it’ll ruin one of the best parts of the show, the reveal. Upon more pestering, she revealed that color wise they were matching, which if you follow L/N tour looks, you already know. “Back to the decals. You came up with these designs? I thought you were taking a break from that?”

“I was meant to but then the idea was brought up from all of my doodles during the meetings. Plus I was working on Conan’s and the band’s (Måneskin) looks for their tours, so I was ‘cutting back’ on some work.”

Just then the fans started getting let in and I noticed just how seriously some fans took their outfits with a perfect recreation of a previous outfit or on the other side of the spectrum, various fruits. “How do you feel about the fans' outfits?”

“Oh my gosh. We all love them. They make the whole thing better and sometimes we steal inspiration from them. I swear some of the fans could steal my job and I’d be happy to let them.” She then proceeds to show me the album that she has of the fans outfits ranging from recreations of the Coachella outfits or the custom shirts with funny pictures of the band on it.

Upon wrapping up, she asks if I’m doing anything between now and the show starting. I wasn't, so she took me backstage to get a sneak peak at some upcoming outfits and let me tell you something, L/N really went all out for this last leg. The sequins, tassels everything.

Upon seeing tonight's show, I definitely agree with L/N on tonight's look being a favourite and the decal on the back making the outfit. I can definitely say that his outfits make him shine brighter and you should go see if you can snag a ticket to one of his shows to just watch how L/N’s designs enhance his performance at the very least.

A/N: lemme know if you wish to be added to my tag list

[ecargmura]

Blue Box Episode 15 Review - Birthday Girl

While I am a Hina fan, it’s super nice to finally see some Chinatsu introspective; this was much needed! It also helps that the episode is focused on her birthday, August 26, hence why it’s heavily Chinatsu-focused!

I honestly like that Chinatsu has different sides to herself regarding who it is she interacts with. We’ve seen her be cheerful around her friends, acts a bit distant with Taiki for reasons we see back in Episode 10, and now, she’s showing a more insecure, doubtful side when her mom calls her. Given that she’s talking to her mom, this unsure side of Chinatsu might be her true self in a way. I like the advice her mom gives to her. I can tell these two have a good relationship because of it.

Like how I mentioned she’s a bit distant around Taiki, she actually lets it all go in this episode as the two celebrate Chinatsu’s birthday on the beach. The scenery is really pretty with how Chinatsu just runs to the water and shows off a childish side that Taiki hasn’t seen. I think the best part about this episode is the two communicating and talking about the misunderstandings that had been surrounding them, Taiki apologized and cleared the misunderstanding of why he was with Hina during the fireworks festival. Chinatsu also apologizes for drawing a line between them and now, they’re free to be intimate all they want. We just need a confession now. Why do I get an inkling of a feeling that Chinatsu will be the one to confess?

Speaking of confessions, Hina is a champ for taking in the news of Taiki with ease. Gosh, why does my favorite character have to be the losing heroine? It’s only going to hurt once Taiki gives a slot answer to her. It also seems that Kyo overheard Taiki and Hina’s talk and seems to be aware of them. What’s he going to do with this information?

Towards the end of the episode, a downpour happens and Chinatsu and Taiki are forced to take shelter at a nearby inn as the trains aren’t moving due to a landslide. While it’s a cliche to have our leads share the same room and sleep together, it’s deserved. While they only slept in the same room but in different areas, it was cute to see Chinatsu mimicking Taiki’s head position. It’ll definitely an unforgettable memory for them.

My favorite part of the episode was easily the scenery on the beach. Blue Box does a fantastic job with the scenery that I can’t help but to screenshot them every time! I especially loved how the water glowed under the twilight sky and how the orange and lavender blended so well. It was romantic and befitting midsummer.

I’m really curious to see who will be the first to confess and how much longer it will take for it to happen. They clearly like each other and it’s mutual, but someone needs to step over and confess. Please don’t tell me it’s going to happen at the end… What are your thoughts on this episode?

[chillbusinessax]

Boruto: Two Blue Vortex Chapter 10 analysis & Implications

Sarada vs Hidari & the Mangekyou of Sarada: As we know, the fight between the last survivors of the Uchiha lineage is approaching: Sarada & the Shinju of Sasuke. Sarada’ll face a Shinju that’s absorbed Sasuke’s chakra & powers, plus the power of the Ten Tails. It’ll undoubtedly be a fight that’ll offer one of the most impressive battle choreographies & 'll foster necessary character development as she faces a formidable enemy. The first time Sarada encounters Hidari, he automatically attacks with Chidori. Sarada dodges & counters with Chidori. This symbolic act kicks off the fight, as only two living people can execute Chidori: Sasuke & her. However, she’s confused; although it’s clear her opponent possesses Sasuke’s chakra & powers, Hidari isn’t Sasuke. (This topic’ll be addressed in another section of the post). Sarada holds one of the most important positions & stories in the manga, being the heroine of the story, heir to the Uchiha power, immune to omnipotence & possessor of the Mangekyō. Why have 10 chapters passed & nothing has been revealed about the Mangekyō? Even the rebirth of the Kyubi was revealed before the powers of the MS; the answer is simple: the abilities Kishimoto’ll grant Sarada in the Mangekyou’ll be convenient to the story’s context. When the power of that Mangekyō is discovered, it’ll be a pivotal axis that’ll mark a before & after in the narrative of Two Blue Vortex. The Mangekyou Sharingan is meant to be a decisive point in the plot. To contextualize, among the special abilities known so far in Mangekyou users, there are dangerous & high-level powers like Kotoamatsukami, Tsukuyomi & Kamui. Theoretically, Sarada should awaken with the Mangekyou two special abilities (they can be both new & those already mentioned, for example, Itachi & Sasuke had Amaterasu in common), in addition to the Susanoo (considering the divine weapons of Susanoo). The Sharingan is a dōjutsu of Ōtsutsuki lineage that comes from the Rinne-Sharingan; it was Indra Ōtsutsuki who awakened & bequeathed this ability to the Clan descended from him, the Uchiha Clan. It’s important to highlight that, with just the Sharingan three tomoe, definitive techniques like Izanagi, a technique based on Hagoromo’s Banbutsu Sōzō no Jutsu, & Izanami, both Kinjutsus characteristic of the Uchiha clan, could be used.

The last thing to discuss in this section (which’ll likely generate antagonistic opinions in the fandom) is the fact that, observing how events are unfolding in chapter 10, where Kawaki had (and was the only one who could) intervene in Himawari’s fight against Jura, the complexity of these enemies, representing not just an individual but a collective problem, being a monthly manga & mainly, the way Boruto is (and has always been) emotionally involved with Sarada, I wouldn’t be surprised if, sooner or later, he joins in Sarada vs. Hidari. He knows the danger these enemies pose & won’t hesitate to support the fight. Only two people have, on an emotional level, the authority to intervene & support this fight: Sakura & Boruto. This position of Boruto is something Kishimoto has made clear from the beginning of Boruto: Naruto Next Generations, just as Sarada intervenes without regard for her own life when Boruto needs her. This feeling is mutual between them & is fully justified. Although some of the fandom may see it as a regression in Sarada’s character, it’s actually an enrichment of the characters & an added value by Kishimoto, a shōnen where, beyond the fights, bonds & expressions of human feelings are valid to show & are present. Additionally, it would allow us to see quite an interesting team battle choreography, as Boruto & Sarada have always formed a formidable combat team. The heir of the Hiraishin & the heiress of the Mangekyou united in battle.

2. The Shinjus: They’re still a mystery. In fact, they don’t even know exactly what they are. Hidari asked himself & the other Shinjus: “Exactly What… are we?” We know they’re the result of a “claw grime” absorbing a person’s chakra. They’re a divine tree evolved & self-aware, produced by Code’s Ten Tails, created from the chakra of the person they’re absorbing, but the implications of this are still unclear.

We also know that the people the Ten Tails has absorbed are still alive. However, how long’ll they remain alive after the “claw grime” absorbs them? Will there come a time when Sasuke & the others sealed’ll die if not released? If Sarada kills Hidari, or if someone kills one of the Shinjus, does the person get released or die? And when releasing the person, does the Shinju die? These are questions still without definitive answers. Only time & the plot’s development’ll provide us with more information about these mysterious beings.

We could see this as the birth of a new species, or rather, the Ten Tails’ species becoming conscious. Moreover, they have a goal linked to the person from whom they’re absorbing chakra, which, if they manage to fully absorb, they’ll find a higher degree of evolution. The powers of the Ten Tails, the human abilities of the “sealed” person, the Rinnegan, the ability to launch bijudamas with their eyes, & even their wisdom & thirst for knowledge, make these enemies something totally unknown & formidable. Keep in mind that, in addition, their main goal after their “target” is to devour an Ōtsutsuki, therefore, they have the capacity to face enemies with levels of power that humanity isn’t capable of facing.

It won’t be a short battle & everyone’ll probably have to support each other to achieve something against this threat. Kawaki, upon learning that Himawari was in danger, quickly headed to the battle. Boruto, due to the resonance between the Karmas, can’t be near Kawaki, so he’ll likely assist in the battle within Konoha.

The battles against these enemies’ll be fought in teams & will likely be more than one confrontation. Although symbolically each Shinju has its target, it’s clearly a global problem, so it’s normal for third parties to be involved, even mixing scenarios. Everyone is in a conflict on the scale of the Fourth Shinobi World War, where everyone had to ally to achieve something against the common enemy. But, to summarize, the protagonists of the battles go like this:

Kawaki & Himawari vs Jura

Sarada & Boruto vs Hidari

Konohamaru & Team 10 vs Mitsuri

Eida & Daemon vs Bug

3. Himawari & Kurama: It’s interesting to see how they’ve imprinted on her the concept they initially had with Boruto (Byakugan + Kyubi). With lineage from Hamura’s line (Hyuga clan) & Ashura’s line (Uzumaki clan), & now with the Kyubi, she’s placed among the most powerful characters with raw chakra of the new generation. It’s surprising that Kurama’s return has caused astonishment in readers, considering it’s predefined that the tailed beasts don’t die definitively but reincarnate. A precedent for this is Isobu. Moreover, there’ve been hints (especially in the anime) that Himawari would somehow be related to the tailed beasts. She’s always shown interest in them; she even coexists with Shukaku in an anime episode.

The relationship between Kurama & Himawari started on good terms. Kurama retains his memories, including his time with Naruto, with whom he formed a bond of friendship & familiarity after they understood & accepted each other as equals. This precedent opens the opportunity for a friendly & mutual collaboration between Himawari & the Kyubi. An interesting fact to consider is that Kurama retains his past memories. There’s a possibility that they haven’t been altered by omnipotence, & if that’s true, he could convey to Himawari that her brother is actually Boruto, & that all the experiences she believes she shared with Kawaki (before omnipotence) were lived with Boruto.

Some believe that Himawari’s suspicions are due to the hidden power in her (the Kyubi), but that’s not the case. Sadly, Himawari was affected by omnipotence, & the fact that she feels Naruto & Hinata are alive & that “Boruto” would never harm them is because, due to the effect of omnipotence, her experiences lived with KAWAKI make her believe they were actually with Boruto. In short, what’s really being conveyed to the reader is that Kawaki would be incapable of harming Naruto, & that’s why she feels Naruto & Hinata are alive. Remember that omnipotence exchanged in people’s subconscious the memories & concepts they had of Kawaki & Boruto, but it didn’t alter reality.

4. Regarding Inojin: Another event that caused a stir is that Inojin was impaled by Jura. There’re already people who’ve prematurely concluded that Inojin is dead, but the truth isn’t definitive.

If Inojin survives, this’d mean 2 things:

Himawari might use some special power of the Kyubi to heal Inojin.

Inojin could be saved by the ninja medical unit, or by interference of ninja technology, although it’s important to understand that ninja medical jutsu & ninja technology have their limits.

Otherwise, it’d bring many implications to the plot. It’d be an emotionally shocking blow for many characters, starting with Ino & Sai, the Ino-Shika-Cho team that was raised as siblings, & other close friends of Inojin. It’d be the first character from the descendants of Naruto’s generation to die in battle just as the conflict begins, showing how dark the situation in TBV could start to turn. For Himawari, already the fact of losing her parents hardened her character, seeing the death of a special friend for her, who also died trying to protect her, would awaken a deep desolation.

For others like Boruto, Sarada, Sumire, & Mitsuki, who’ve known & shared time with Inojin at the academy, & Sarada & Boruto who’ve known him since childhood, it’d be an important before & after. It’d show them that no one is safe in the situation they’re living & that they’re facing dangerous enemies who don’t value human life. For Boruto, it’d be a hard blow to know that he might’ve helped, but the activated karma didn’t allow him to do anything in that situation. For the older generation, the loss of Inojin would make them aware that they failed in their mission to bring an era of peace to their children & the new generation, & the harsh reality that a new war has begun.

5. Boruto & Kawaki: Kawaki identified Boruto’s weak point in the previous chapter. It’s impressive that all of Boruto’s shinobi feats in the first 9 chapters were due to his pure training, without relying on the power of Karma. This is a great source of power, but at the same time his greatest weakness. Something must’ve happened over those 3 years that led Boruto to radically avoid karma. That fear has to do with Momoshiki, who finds a way to materialize & take over Boruto’s body by channeling through karma.

As we know in advance, in the battle Boruto vs Kawaki on the faces of the Hokages, Boruto can already activate his Karma at will. That is, by that point, Boruto’d probably have full control of his powers. But, seeing that Kawaki noticed that Boruto’s weakness is the activated karma, a possible scenario is envisioned: The cause of the destruction of the Shinobi era & what subsequently leads to the last confrontation between brothers is that Kawaki exploits Boruto’s weakness, causing him to lose control & Momoshiki to cause destruction. For some reason, Boruto regains control of his body & enters battle to defeat Kawaki.

Considering Boruto could lose control of the Karma at any moment & is emotionally affected by it, you can be sure that Sarada’ll be the one to help him channel those emotions. She’s the person he calls home, the intact fragment of his past, & she’ll be the one to show him he has the strength & will to stop Momoshiki. Sarada has always been a light in his life & was the one who thwarted Momoshiki’s plans to take over Boruto. The fight against Momoshiki is a battle waged on the plane of emotions & wills. And rest assured, Sarada won’t let Boruto fall into darkness; she’s the love that’ll turn Boruto’s vortex into a spiral. As always, Kishimoto gave us a great reference to this in Minato’s one-shot: Sarada is to Boruto what Minato was to Kushina & what Hashirama was to Mito.

There’re many more points that could be discussed, but this is what I wanted to highlight from the chapter. Boruto TBV is just beginning, there’s a lot to go through before drawing definitive conclusions.

Before closing, I’d like to point out that to know what ideas & projections Kishimoto has for the characters & their interactions, it helps to know chapter 700 of Naruto, “Naruto: The Seventh Hokage and the Scarlet Spring”, & the novels belonging to Boruto’s timeline, some of which are written by Kishimoto & others directly supervised by him. These fit very well with how the characters are behaving in TBV. After Kodachi delegated the writing back to Kishimoto, a change in perspectives is noticeable. TBV is a pure concept of Kishimoto, so for those who like to theorize, analyze, or simply have a more complete understanding of the work, I suggest reading those stories that are part of the canon.

And lastly, beyond criticizing or causing fights in the fandom, enjoy the canon! Kishimoto has great things prepared.

[idontknowreallywhy]

Resurface 20 - Reason

What went before.

So many good fics posted today you really don’t need any more but this has been on my mind most of the afternoon so I’m posting to stop myself tinkering further otherwise I have zero self-control and it’ll become even more of a monster. Ignore it until tomorrow and read the other stuff first.

This section didn’t go the way I thought at all. I had a very definite plan but… in the end, it felt trite and certain characters weren’t yet in the place they could either adequately deliver or receive the lesson that is needed. It’s not the right time.

So… instead we have Scott making some questionable decisions and Virgil… well… um... you know… *gestures helplessly*

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“Hi short stuff… I missed you.”

Virgil’s eyes widened momentarily then narrowed before he turned away and started pointedly at the ceiling.

“Stop it.” The whisper was quiet but the command was clear.

“Stop what?” Scott hissed back.

“Stop pretending.”

“I… I’m not!”

The hurt indignation nudged both the pitch and the volume of his denial up a notch too far and Alan was suddenly bolt upright. Scott didn’t miss his youngest brother’s hand curling protectively over Virgil’s. Where Scott’s should have been.

“Alan, please would you fetch Grandma?”

Virgil tensed and shuffled closer to Alan, whose gaze darted between the two of them like a puppy not knowing which whistling owner’s heel to run to.

“But… Scott, she said… I mean… um…”

“Damnit, Alan I’m not going to hurt him!” Scott’s voice cracked painfully and he gritted his teeth to steady his jaw.

“If you’re not here to do your job and give him his life back I don’t want to talk to you.” The voice from the bed was deadly calm.

“Alan, Grandma. Now.”

Alan prised his hand from Virgil’s grip and hastened to the door with many a panicky backward glance.

Scott collected himself and walked slowly and around the foot of the bed towards Alan’s vacated seat, focusing hard on maintaining a relaxed, unthreatening posture. Which clearly didn’t work at all because he was surprised by the snarl from the bed

“Get away from him. You’ve done enough.”

Scott couldn’t restrain the double take. Nor could he ignore the sinking feeling as he noticed how, despite having shuffled into a seated position, Virgil’s hand remain curled on the sheet as if Alan still held it. And… there was the cat-like movement of his brother’s head as he leaned into a ghostly hand for comfort.

Scott retreated hurriedly until his back hit the wall, sending a throb of pain through his left shoulder. What was he doing? This was precisely what the psychiatrist, via Grandma, had warned him about. But he just couldn’t leave well enough alone.

He couldn’t just stay away.

Which was why he was edging forward again, but on the other side to where… the other one… appeared to be. He knew he mustn’t pose a threat to… it. Him. Ugh. He bent to pick up the sketchbook and placed it carefully on the bedside cabinet.

Alright, so for the moment he had to pretend be Dad. Ironically not a new role for this life-long Jeff Tracy understudy. Only… this time he needed to handle things better than his father had. Taking a breath he tried to ignore the feeling he could combust under his brother’s glare and to work out how best to defuse the situation.

The height difference wasn’t going to help, so he crouched again, wincing at the strain on soles of his feet and looked up into the brown eyes with as much love as he could convey.

“I’m sorry, Virgil.”

“Hmmm.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. Or scare you.”

“It’s not about me!”

“Or Scott. Or any of you.”

Virgil’s hand curled tighter over the sheet.

“I’m sorry I left. I didn’t mean to.”

Virgil glared at him and Scott fought the urge to gulp and look away. In the end Virgil broke eye contact first with a sigh and redirected the laser gaze to the ceiling again.

“This is pointless. I knew you wouldn’t get it.”

“What don’t I get? I want to get it.” The eye roll encompassed Virgil’s entire face. “I really want to understand. What I did. Please tell me what you are thinking… I promise I didn’t mean to leave you all… I didn’t know…”

“For goodness sakes Dad get your head out of your ass! This isn’t about your accident.”

Scott mentally scrambled to regain control of his jaw.

“Then… what?”

Virgil emitted the kind of frustrated yell usually reserved for when he found celery crunch bar wrappers in Two’s air intake for the third day running. Only worse. Much worse.

“It’s what you left behind.”

Dad would probably have some kind of a clue what this was about… so Scott tried to pretend he did too, forcibly restrained the bewildered look trying to make its way on to his face and inclined his head encouragingly the same way he did to ranting Board members… the same way he remembered his father doing those times when younger Scott got himself all worked up over a problem.

“Go on. Please.”

Virgil seemed distracted by whatever… whoever… he saw on his left… Scott recognised the eyebrow-based form of argument usually directed at himself when they were in public. Then he shushed the interloper impatiently and turned back.

“It’s Scott… you shouldn’t have… it’s too much! It’s not right! He…”

Suddenly something snapped inside. Scott found he couldn’t sit there and calmly listen to Virgil tell his father why it was a mistake to have left them in his care, that he wasn’t coping. That he wasn’t enough.

He had to fix this.

He grabbed his brother’s right hand in both of his and struggled to his feet.

“Virgil? Virg, buddy it’s me. I’m Scott. Please… I… I need you to see me. Please look at me. Really look. It’s me.”

His little brother stared at him, his eyes full of pain and confusion. His expression softened for a moment and Scott’s breath caught as he hardly dared hope. But then he looked to his left and up, tilting his head slightly as if listening to someone Scott couldn’t see or hear. Someone the same height as him who inspired that look of devotion Scott had never even realised was there until it was gone. The ‘other’ Scotty - the one Virgil seemed to be putting his trust in right now.

Real life Scott did not trust him one bit and his racing heart was pumping blood so cold a tiny part of his mind was distracted by wondering if his organs could get frostbite.

“Prove it.”

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[glowyjellyfish]

I’m slowly inching my way forward in Rebirth, and I have to say I am actually really delighted with Cait Sith so far. It’s not like I know yet how he works in this canon, but still… lol I see you Reeve. “It feels good to do good”? Hanging his head in shame at the sight of the Avalanche wanted poster? Giving an impromptu lecture on the history of Corel Prison and lamenting that it’s not living up to its potential? I see you Reeve.

Also, Cait Sith is friggin adorable, singing a meow song to guests with his little Scottish voice and having to jump to reach elevator buttons.

Progressed a little further and OMG they showed us Reeve doing his thing. He appears to indeed be doing both genuinely joining Avalanche and spying for Shinra at the same time, if enjoying himself too much and showing too much of himself is anything to go by. Plus, Tseng is clearly aware of what he’s doing and went from him to Rufus to report on Aerith’s position… although it’s not clear yet whether anybody but Tseng knows this, and we DO know the Turks have some mixed feelings about lots of things, so it’ll be interesting to see where this goes. I’m pleased they managed to keep “Cait Sith invites himself to join the party” while also making it more plausible, ie he joined up by being aggressively helpful.

Also, everybody knows that Cait Sith is being controlled by somebody and is something resembling a robot, like without even questioning it. L O L. Of course, they lightly questioned him and he immediately jumped to I AM NOBODY IMPORTANT JUST A LOW LEVEL SHINRA EMPLOYEE WORKING A JOB DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT, so maybe they assumed he was an autonomous robot not unlike Chadley until that moment, who knows. The excess of magic and whimsy in Rebirth has made me realize that these people do indeed live in a world of magic that is sometimes very silly, they’re not gonna question the existence of a sentient magic cat robot person, it’ll only be a shock when they realize one of the Shinra directors was expressing himself by helping them and singing a silly meow song. And also reporting on their movement to Tseng, because if he doesn’t prove his loyalty to Rufus his job could be in danger. So what if he helps them a little too enthusiastically and has an absolute blast doing it?

(Hahahaaaaa my fanfic Reeve is much better at and more concerned with hiding this than canon Reeve, I can’t even tell if he’s actually hiding it from people who aren’t Tseng or not. He’s at least hiding it from his assistant, probably. Oh dear I knew I should have finished my fanfics before Rebirth, even though they aren’t supposed to be fully based on the remake trilogy I am definitely gonna feel obliged to do some rewrites.)

(It does please me to note that there is so far zero reason to see Cait Sith as a separate person from Reeve, very clearly he just basically is Reeve, and we were also shown that he was using his computer to photoshop the wanted posters at a time he also should be actively controlling Cait Sith. Yayyyyy headcanon accurate so far!)

It really does delight me that Reeve is having way too much fun doing this. Of course he is, the man’s horribly repressed.

And Cait Sith is indeed fun to play!

Look, there has been so much else incredibly good and fun and interesting about Rebirth, but Reeve is, still, my favorite, and he’s undoubtedly not as common to talk about as, say, Zack, so I am just gonna commit to being a person who just rambles about Reeve on tumblr periodically because I love him.

I’m just at the desert sidequests section after completing all the Good Saucer/Corel Prison plot—fantastic job with Barret’s character development, by the way—and I am so psyched for the 1000% more Reeve content this game is bestowing upon me. I’m just gonna state for the record real quick that as of right now, I think:

-he controls Cait Sith with his mind, with a magic ability, and Cait Sith is also largely a robot

-he is playing both sides, attempting to mitigate his guilt and the evil things Shinra does by helping Avalanche, while also passing information on them to Tseng (who passes it on to Rufus) probably to prove his loyalty and keep his position

-I haven’t totally decided whether this was all his own idea or if somebody told him to go spy on them, but he is clearly way too into the Join Avalanche part of the plan and is going above and beyond on his own initiative

-because we were directly shown Tseng’s involvement, if the Marlene kidnapping happens, I think it will 100% be something Tseng sets up as insurance. It wouldn’t be Reeve’s idea, not with how sympathetic he is towards Avalanche, and Tseng has some history there and knows where Marlene is and how much she means to them.

Okay, I suspect I started repeating myself at a few points in there so I’m gonna stop. Prepare yourselves for me to just lose my mind and ramble every time Cait Sith and/or Reeve do anything remotely important.

[good-beanswrites]

haii bean !!! I wanted to bully kotoko request some funnies and sillies :) could you please write a drabble with amane and yuno (and anyone else) annoying kotoko . i feel like amane and yuno would go :3 and kotoko would go >:T… ofc feel free to ignore/dlt this :3

LOL of course! I'm sad I've become the Milgram Bully but I'm glad to give the boys a little break 😂 Thank you so much for the request, it was really fun getting back into the swing of writing with this! (also wooooo it's getting me so hyped for Deep Cover!!) Out of everyone, those two could definitely get away with :3-ing Kotoko to no end...

“Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-sev--”

“Hey, Kotoko?”

“Thirty-se, er, thirty-eight...”

“Kotoko?”

“Thirty- uh…”

“Hey, hey, Kotoko?”

She rolled onto her back, having lost count of her pushups. “Yuno.” Her voice was even between heavy breaths. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Actually, I can see you need a break, and I’m happy to provide one!”

With a grunt, Kotoko sat up to face her. Yuno smiled down, her eyes sparkling with... something. Amane stood nearby, looking just as suspiciously sweet.

“What do you two need…?”

“We’re here to join you,” Amane said. “We wish to work out.”

“Oh? You’ve never been interested in exercise before.”

“Well, you yourself have motivated us to get stronger.”

“I’m pretty sure you just got bored…”

“Of course not! We’re committed!”

Kotoko studied them with a harsh look. They smiled innocently back. She narrowed her eyes. They widened theirs in anticipation. She leaned back. They leaned forward.

Yuno clasped her hands together. “Come ooon~ It’ll be fun having workout buddies! I’m a very hard worker, and you’ve seen how well-behaved Amane is. How bad could it be?”

Very, apparently.

She started with some stretches to get them warmed up. It was impossible to get them to focus, or hit the right positions, or stop giggling. Kotoko tried to tell them about breath control, but they seemed more excited to chatter on about everything under the sun. 

“I’ve always thought of stretching like this and being a famous dancer,” Yuno said. “Like a ballerina…” She did a little set of twirls. Kotoko tried to tell her not to do anything to crazy before they’d warmed up, but she just kept on spinning.

Amane’s eyes lit up. “I’ve always wanted to be in a marching band. They’re like dancers, a little bit!”

“Ooh, you’re right! I could never be so uniform, though, I want to do my own thing… like an idol or something!” Yuno did another set of moves. No one was following Kotoko’s perfectly timed toe touches anymore. 

“I guess we can get started…”

There was just as much dancing when they began jumping jacks, despite the fact that there were only two very clear positions to hit. Yuno wanted to do sets that traveled around the room, then ones that turned rapidly around in a circle, then ones that turned really rapidly in a circle. She and Amane made themselves dizzy with it. 

Kotoko decided a good, grounded activity would serve them better. They took turns holding each others’ feet and counting situps. Yuno got distracted easily, delving into nonstop conversation whether she should have been counting, watching, or doing the situps herself. She’d use her hands to talk, letting go of whoever she was meant to stabilize. Amane, on the other hand was practically a drill sergeant the way she tried to keep the others on pace. 

“Eight! Nine! Ten!”

“Amane, I think you’re supposed to count when I sit up, not force me to keep up with you…”

“Well don’t be so slow about it, and you’ll stay in time. Let’s go! Eleven! Twelve!”

“Ack!”

Kotoko rubbed her temples. Maybe adding some equipment could keep them busy? 

Jumping rope brought new struggles. Yuno spend ten minutes trying to recall a schoolyard rhyme to jump rope to, and teach it to Amane. They both encouraged Kotoko to join in, but she was jumping at a faster rhythm. That became impossible as their chanting filled the room. Moreover, none of them could stay in their own space. There were about five rope tangles before Kotoko decided to call a break.

(She didn’t exactly know what they needed a break from, they’d hardly done anything.) The girls seemed happy to sit down and chat, though. Kotoko reluctantly passed her protein shake over as they asked to try it. “One sip…”

She covered her mouth, deep in contemplation. Maybe these exercises were too easy. It was too easy to get distracted out here in the common area. They’d be forced to buckle down and focus on something more taxing, right?

She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. “After this we’ll head over to my cell, okay? I have a bar installed for pull-ups. It’s tricky, but you have to start somewhere.”

“Hmmmm…” Yuno tapped a finger to her chin. “I’m not sure about that. You know… I think you were right. I think we were just bored. Well!” She clapped her hands together. “I guess we’ll stop bothering you now. Bye!” 

Amane joined her for a curt bow. “Thank you for your time.” 

Kotoko blinked after them. “Er, but…!”

Just like that, they were gone.

She released a long breath. She picked up her shake. It was empty.

[veronerowrites]

Hope you don’t mind me verbal barfing about the latest chapter in Live Or Let Die but I’m absolutely foaming at the mouth after the last chapter! Especially with the Stain fight possibly coming soon!

Firstly I definitely think Iida going to kill Stain after what he did to his brother is going to strike a visceral nerve with Satoru, like he’s watching Suguru murder a village in his “justified” anger or himself going to get his get back with Toji all over again. Which would probably put him in the position to either agree to help Iida with the promise that Iida wouldn’t kill him or just take out the middle man and kill Stain himself. I wonder Satoru will vaguely bring up Suguru, like that if Iida goes down the same path this is how he is gonna end up to dissuade Iida. Kinda like a “once you cross this line you can never go back” though I can’t imagine him bringing up something that makes him that emotionally vulnerable unless he absolutely has to.

I also think Stain having somewhat similar viewpoints of the state of hero’s in their society to how Suguru felt about sorcerers and non-shamans is not helping either.

In this universe is pretty clear that they look down on unnecessary violence, like how Aizawa somewhat scolded him for borderline torturing Shigaraki. I think it’s an intriguing dichotomy between that and Satoru’s views on murder, which is it needs to have a point and good reason but can be justified.

Which bring to me whenever he has to face the LoV next, I honestly think he’s going to have another “should we kill these people” moment but this time no one’s there to talk him down. Maybe he’ll get caught up in the fight and it’ll start blending in to when he was in Shibuya, or all the other times he’s had to fight for his life only rlly snapping out of it once he realizes he’s not fighting curses anymore and “oh shit I might have just killed a couple villains or at the very least maimed them”

Anyways sorry for the long ask I love your fic can’t wait to read more!!

Omg first of all thank you for your long ask!! I love infodumping on ppl!!!

Yesss I’m so exited for stain to make an appearance!! I have so many Plans for him and Satoru :3

I think the closest parallel to revenge we have in jjk is absolutely Suguru murdering an entire village for revenge, j think Satoru is absolutely going to draw parallels there, since Iida as well has a tunnel vision rn and doesn’t even think of the consequences or people that could be hurt or even that there’s no way in hell he could win. I think also that if Iida was strong enough, then Satoru would let him go and do his own thing, since he also killed Toji out of revenge more or less, but Iida will obviously die so Satoru has to sit him down for a talk.

And I definitely think Satoru is going to be tempted to kill Stain himself, but I have plans for that ;)

And yeah Satoru is used to just killing all his problems, so being in a universe where he just can’t is driving him nuts- he doesn’t really get how they just let villains live instead of ending the problem.

And yeah Satoru is going to have the biggest flashback at least at kamino ward hehehe im also exited to write that one

Thank you again for the ask!!! I really love it when I can explain my evil schemes(tm) to someone!!

Have a nice day!

[fallen-abel]

You doing alright able?

The clinic was tucked away in a quieter part of Pentagram City, its unassuming exterior blending into the surroundings. Adam led Abel inside, where a lion-headed doctor greeted them with a nod.

Doctor: Adam. Back again so soon?

Adam: *grimacing slightly* Not for me this time. My son needs to see you.

Doctor: *raising an eyebrow as they glanced at Abel* I see. Well you caught me at a good time. Go to Room 3.

Adam guided Abel down a dimly lit hallway. Abel’s heart was pounding now, anxiety clawing at him. When they entered the room, the doctor followed in.

Doctor: Hello. I’m Doctor Buer. What can I help you with? *notices Adam’s flatter stomach* Adam! You’ve given birth?

Adam: *looks away* Yeah…I don’t want to talk about it. I’m here for my son Abel.

Dr. Buer: *motioning to the exam table* Alright Abel, hop up and tell me what’s been going on.

Abel hesitated, glancing at Adam, who gave him an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath, he climbed onto the table and began to describe his symptoms—the fatigue, the nausea, the strange heaviness in his body. Dr. Buer listened carefully, occasionally asking questions and jotting down notes.

Dr. Buer: *after a moment* Alright, Abel. I’ll need to run a few tests. Nothing invasive, just some scans to see what’s going on internally. Adam, you can wait here or step out—it’s up to you.

Adam: *glancing at Abel* I’ll stay, if that’s alright.

Abel: *managing a weak smile* Yeah… I’d like that.

Dr. Buer: *motioning to the scanner* I’ll run a full-body scan first. This will give us a clear picture of your internal state.

Dr. Buer moved with practiced ease, positioning the scanner over Abel. The machine hummed softly as it activated, casting a warm glow over Abel’s form. Dr. Buer monitored the results on a screen, his many limbs working efficiently as he adjusted settings and took notes.*

Dr. Buer: *after a moment of silence, his expression shifting slightly* Interesting…

Abel: *his stomach dropping* What? What’s interesting?

Dr. Buer: *glancing at Abel, his tone careful* There’s… something unusual. Nothing alarming, but definitely unexpected. Let me analyze this further before jumping to conclusions.

Adam: *frowning, his protective instincts kicking in* Unusual how?

Dr. Buer: *calmly* It seems the saying “like father like son” applies here.

Abel: Wha…what do you mean?

Dr. Buer: *taking a deep breath, his expression softening* Abel… I believe you might be pregnant.

The room fell silent. Adam’s eyes widened in shock, while Abel stared at Dr. Buer in disbelief, his mind struggling to process the words.

Abel: *barely whispering* P-pregnant? That’s… impossible. I’m not… I mean… how?

Dr. Buer: *nodding sympathetically* It’s extremely rare, but not unheard of in beings with angelic heritage. Your physiology allows for the possibility, even under unusual circumstances. If you’ve recently been in contact with certain… substances or magic, it could have triggered this.

Abel’s thoughts raced, his mind flashing back to the wine Vox had given him, and the way he’d felt afterward. His face paled as realization set in.

Abel: *his voice shaking* Vox…

Adam: *his tone darkening* What about Vox?

Abel: *looking down, tears welling in his eyes* He… he gave me wine. I thought it was just… I didn’t know…

Adam’s jaw tightened, fury flickering in his eyes as he placed a protective arm around Abel.

Adam: *gritting his teeth* That bastard. He did this to you, didn’t he?

Dr. Buer: *interjecting gently* Let’s focus on Abel for now. He needs support, not more stress. We’ll deal with everything else later.

Abel nodded weakly, his emotions overwhelming him.

Adam held him close, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive.

Dr. Buer: Abel, I understand this is a lot to take in. But we need to discuss your options moving forward. This pregnancy is unique—your body wasn’t initially designed to handle such changes in this environment. It’ll require careful monitoring and support.

Abel nodded slowly, still reeling but listening intently.

Dr. Buer: You have a choice. If continuing the pregnancy is something you want, we can provide the care you need to make it as safe as possible. But… there’s also the option to terminate, should you feel unready or unsafe. No one will judge you for making the decision that’s best for you.

Adam’s gaze hardened, his protective instincts flaring as he held onto Abel’s shoulder. Abel, however, remained quiet, his thoughts racing. For a long moment, the room was filled with an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the hum of the machinery.

Abel: *finally speaking, his voice soft but resolute* No.

Dr. Buer: *raising an eyebrow* No?

Abel: *looking up at the doctor, his golden eyes shining with determination despite the tears threatening to spill* I’m keeping the baby.

Adam’s head whipped around to look at Abel in surprise, but he held his tongue, waiting for his son to continue.

Abel: It’s… not the baby’s fault. They didn’t ask to be brought into this world like this. And… if there’s even a chance I can love and protect them, I want to try. They’re innocent in all of this.

Dr. Buer studied Abel’s face for a moment before giving a small nod, his respect for the young angel evident.

Dr. Buer: That’s a brave choice, Abel. But it won’t be easy. You’ll need to take extra care of yourself, and we’ll have to make regular visits to ensure everything is progressing safely.

Abel: *nodding, his resolve unwavering* I’ll do whatever it takes.

Adam: *unable to stay silent any longer, stepped forward, his expression a mixture of pride and concern* Abel… are you sure?

Abel: *smiling faintly* I’m sure, Dad. I’ll figure it out.

Adam pulled Abel into a tight embrace, his own tears finally spilling over as he held his son close.

Dr. Buer: *let them have their moment before clearing his throat gently.* In that case, I’ll prepare a care plan for you, Abel.

Abel: Thank you.