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Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader (Part 6)

It was getting colder, the days shorter, the nights longer... which meant, you were now stuck with John and Simon buying clothes.

You all ate relatively quickly before that, considering you barely munched in a small burger and fries before giving all the rest to Simon, and soon enough, you were all in a children's clothing store.

You insisted that you didn't really need many clothes, maybe just a jacket, since you didn't have one, and going out without a jacket in this temperature is pratically a death sentence for a human.

So, at first, you did agree to buying clothes, they did seem worried too, so you figured, why not?

But at this point, as you watched them get way more than you first imagined, you were starting to panick a bit.

"I-I really don't need that many, r-really...!"

"There's no way we are letting you out when it's getting close to snowing without proper winter clothing." John huffs slightly, his voice sounding rough this way. "I know how delicate humans are to the weather, you need gloves, thick socks, beanies, warm jackets, pantyhoses..." He lists casually, not even looking your direction as he goes through the toddler's section of the clothing store.

You could only feel yourself being gently bounced on Simon's arms as he tries to reason with you.

"We do have a few clothes from our kids' younger years. But it's not that many, and we don't have socks, or gloves, or beanies, this small anymore."

You frown a bit in nervousness, not sure about all this, but there's little you could do against the stubborness of a dragon.

"Okay, this should be enough." John smiles, taking the bag of clothing to the cash register.

You sigh a little, tiredly leaning against Simon. You got used to him carrying you around, considering he has been doing this for a few hours without tiring at all.

And you also got used to the stares people threw your way... and the coos and aww's too....

But at this point, you were tired. So freaking tired. You weren't one to usually go out, like, ever. So, here you were, drooping slightly against Simon, your breathing getting slower.

"I know, I know, we're going back after this." Simon murmured close to your ear, adjusting your position on his arms so you could lean more against his chest and shoulder, a heavy, giant hand rubbing against your small back.

"Mhm... why... why didn't... the others come too...?" You mumble softly, not managing to contain yout curiosity any longer as you watched John pay for the clothes a few feet away.

"Johnny and Kyle are making last minute adjustments to the house." Simon answers simply, even tho you clearly had a confused expression on your face now.

"Adjustments....?"

"Just some simple stuff. Do you remember how you had to use a car seat to get here due to your height? We got the car seat before, but we still had to do some repairs around the house to be a better fit to your size."

"T-That's... Ah... o-okay..." You nod quietly, not knowing what to say to that.

Tho, you were pretty curious to know what kind of adjustments they did around the house.

"Ready to go?" John asks as he comes back close to you.

"Yeah. The kid's tired." Simon nods easily, already starting to make his way back to the parking lot, John right behind him.

"Of course they are. Let's hurry home then."

After waking up, strapped to the car seat as you felt the car come to a stop, John gently unbuckled you and set your feet on the ground, pushing you softly so you could go into the direction of the entrance, where both Johnny and Kyle were already waiting for you.

"Wee lass, come 'ere!!" Johnny smiles excitedly, only to scoop you up from the ground as soon as you got close enough.

It seems he couldn't hold his instincts in any longer. But... that's okay, considering you were in Simon's arms just some time ago.

Johnny immediatly started to nuzzle into you, taking you inside the house as his tail wagged behind him easily.

"Do ya wanna play with me, pup?" He asks, soft, but excited at the same time.

"They're tired, Johnny." Simon says as goes inside, giving a kiss to Kyle as they pass by eachother, John coming right behind with the things they bought. "Put them to nap a lil'."

Johnny pouts a little, ears pressing down and tail stopping.

"I really wanted to play with the pup..." He almost whines, holding you closer to him.

He felt so damn warm...

"Tav, remember when we had the babies for the first time?" Kyle comments, a soft smile on his face. "Imagine it's like that once again. No playing yet."

"Aye, aye." He sighs, and you try to contain a blush at how they talked about you like you weren't even there. "Time to sleep, yeah, pup? Maybe a bit of cuddles?" The hand that wasn't holding you against him goes to your wrist as he gently pushed his hand under your sweater sleeve, frowning a bit as he felt that you were indeed a bit cold. "Yeah, cuddles, pup. Warm yah right up, yeah?"

He was murmuring softly like he was deep in his instincts, that damn babyish talk coming out once again as the werewolf walked easily all the way back to your room and went inside, closing the door behind him, not bothering to turn on the lights.

"Need warm clothes now, saw that John got you some, very good..." He mumbled like he wasn't even talking to you, affected by his protective instincts. "Glooves, and a wool beanie, wee pup... all bundled up, and warm... let's get warm, yeah? Let's lay down, here..."

And he took you straight to the middle of the room, where the nest carved into the ground was. He didn't even hesitate as he simply threw himself onto the soft blankets and pillows, laying against them confortably and immedaitly putting you against his warm side, tucked between his chest and arm, pulling a blanket to tuck you in gently.

You could barely process what was happening, but you let him, actually feeling... confortable. It was warm, he was warm, and the weird nest thing was definetly soft. And you were tired... so tired, you spend a long time out of the house...

It wasn't a surprise that you fell asleep quickly against him, swearing that you could hear some kind of weird noise and fell some kind of weird vibration by your side. Do werewolves purr?

Well, you could always search later. Right now, you were busy napping against the big and warm werewolf, who thrilled and cooed happily at you.

[endless-ineffabilities]

ewan lives with his girlfriend and when they do laundry together he accidentally finds her more …. risqué underwear and holds it up like a teenager smirking in front of her

a/n: here you go, luv! Like most things I write, it turned cheeky at the end (as it should!) 😇💜

read more Ewan stuff here 🎀

Laundry Day (Ewan x gf!reader)

It was Sunday, which meant apartment reset day. Vacuuming, laundry, changing the sheets, general cleaning. You and your boyfriend had a system set up, mostly due to your demands, which he had no problem complying with.

He was about to do a full load in the washing machine, when he found some of your clothes still in it.

Just the delicates. He smirked to himself as he placed them neatly in a basket, most of the pieces he recognised easily.

The red set you wore on your holiday in Portugal—he could remember that lace bra peeking out of your blouse, which immediately met the floor once the two of you got back to your hotel suite.

The comfy pairs of cotton underwear that you walked around in, leaving your bare legs on full display as you made a mess in the kitchen. A mess that would have to be halted, when he grabbed hold of your thighs and propped you up on the counter.

But the next thing he fished out—he loathed the fact that he had no memory of it, of peeling it off of your body. He envisioned using his teeth to pull down the thin string of that miniscule black thong, and he immediately felt a strain in his Adidas sweatpants.

"Baaaabe?"

"What is it?" You peeked inside the utility closet, and saw him holding the thong up in the air, the material wrapped around his index finger. "Oh. That."

"Yes. This." His smirk was undying.

"It's new," you explained. "I just bought it last week."

He bit his lip, appraising the piece. "Well, I like it, baby. Glad I found it too."

"O...kay? Well, thanks for taking my laundry out, babe." With one hand on your basket of delicates, you then reached for the thong, but he raised his hand higher to be out of your reach.

"Ah ah ah," he sang, something dangerously close to mischief dancing in those captivating blue eyes. "You said this is new, so we have to... break it in. Gotta see my baby in it, then I also..." He ducked down and kissed your shoulder, keeping his head level with your neck so that you feel his warm breathing against your ear. "...have to take it off of my baby."

That was all it took. Who were you to deny your boyfriend the pleasures that you also badly craved? "Oh, you truly are insatiable, Mitchell."

"You turn me insatiable," he purrs. "Now put this on, and only this."

"Fine."

"Good girl. Listen to daddy."

"What the hell?" you exclaimed in surprise, but your reddened face betrayed the effect his words had on you.

Ewan only snickered to himself.

Oh, how you adored your sneakily naughty boyfriend.

[simp-ly-writes]

Gentle-Fellow's

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Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You, Spencer and your fellow cast mates Angela and Shayne all star in yet another Don't Win Mario Party, Gentlemen addition!

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, part social media au, use of dated terms as comedy, swearing, smoking, fluff, attempt at humour, cute.

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─ · · A/N: thank you so much for the ask, anon! sorry it took so long, had to brainstorm some jokes and scenarios but it was a load of fun! 😄

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"Oi! 'ello Chaps, I'm here with my fellow gentle-lads and t'day we'll be playing some good old fashion mario party, just how I like my liquor-" you began to intro to the camera before Spencer was slapping you gently on the shoulder, his body acting out more impact than you actually received but you still fell off the couch for comedic benefit as he put his shoes up on your supposed 'corpse' in good taste.

"Well enough with what that fellow was going on about, I must say we shall play. This game is better suited for a trio rather than a quartet- the same philosophy can also be said for working in the navy. Was much better to night-watch with a trio-"

"Ah yes, I do believe three-and-some is an adequate amount. I have yet to try four but it sounds you would not recommend?" Shayne leans forwards on the couch to fully face Spencer who adjusts his tophat while looking down at you, silently asking if you were okay while laying down off camera. You shot him a smile upwards, rolling over and returning back to the couch.

"Yes, I would not recommend such activities. Too many men with not enough places to go and scope out. Much better to have three, did you not serve to learn this?" Spencer asks with a tilt to his head, his top hat already falling off again as you hold back a chuckle to his playful glare in your direction.

"I in fact did serve! I was a leader, and I good one at that too. Took my whole group to one of the colonies, we had to strip ourselves of layers from how humid the climate was," Shayne clarified, pretending to light his cigar as Spencer lit his own, passing his lighter towards you.

"Thank you, gentleman," you responded, lighting your two cigarettes, wearing them like vampire fangs that had Angela near tears at the end of the couch. "I do remember being down to my undergarments at multiple points with my men, I'll have you know we were all in position within the ama-zone. Quite the discoveries we made there, so uncivilized."

"AYE!" Angela corrected, pointing a finger, her moustache slipping down her face, "I'll have you know my third mistress is from those parts, and she is the best. You mustn't make such hastily claims gentlemen, it is unbecoming of you!"

You nod your head, "yes, yes, very unbecoming. What are we? Boys like our sons? I can't remember the last time I had ashes in my lungs with that child's work," you continue as Angela agrees with a huff, the game seemingly long forgotten as you all carry through conversation, trying your darnedest not to break character.

"Ah yes, I think I have a son or two, I can't quite remember. I think to name them all William, a strong English name," Shanye comments once you all get... gently reminded to play the game you intro-ed over half an hour ago, you hoped that the editors would be able to find something distinguishable in these files.

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"I do believe it is your turn, gentleman," Spencer comments, casting you a wink. "My, I have seen to misplaced that powered-device. Does anyone see it?" Everyone starts to feel around the dips in the couch, Spencer was the first to stand, walking closer to the cameras from where you rolled to during the introduction bit and comes back with your controller, dipping it towards you with a bow.

"Thank you, my, you must be quite the bachelor, charming a fellow like me, oh my," you add with heated cheeks as Spencer returns to your side, his leg nocking against your own as you shout out in disbelief to obtaining a star you DID NOT want. "This is outrageous, I demand a re-play of my turn! I did not intend-"

"We must play by the rules," Shayne cuts you off, tilting his hat down as you stick out your tongue. Angela is focused on not winning the next mini game as you and Shayne continue your staring contest in the following two rounds before you claim victory. "Haha! I have trained with only the best, you can read a lot about another man through his eyes. Have you been hunting before? I love that wild look." Spencer jumps to respond.

"Yes, I must say, you really can tell a lot..." and in that moment you both look at one another. Shayne and Angela are both screaming over something on the screen but you both sound it out, lost in this little moment before realizing your both won... or well lost.

"It appear we have lost," Spencer says, emitting a sigh. "No, I would say we have won," you tease loving the way his cheeks heat up to his ears before you both return to the game more driven then ever to not win.

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Jokes have you all toppling the couch at some point from your rambunctious laughter, Angela is struggling to breathe through her sentence much similar to you over just how funny Spencer manages to be wearing sweatpants and a cheap half tux.

Spencer immediately went to protect your head with his arm as you all fell backwards with a large crash, the crew all gasped out in shock before your laughter only grew more boisterous. "I think I hear a little man again," Shayne comments, forcing himself upright to look over the couch as stars begun to be distributed.

Like snipers at position you all kneeled, your eyes only visible from the turned over couch. Top hats giving away your cover and you had placed second, falling back to the ground in fake shock and relief. Spencer teased mouth to mouth that had you pressing a hand to his mouth and narrowed your eyes at his large ones filled with glee and adoration.

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Angela had lost in the end in first place. you second place. Shayne in third and Spencer being the ultimate winner in fourth.

"FUCK!" and the video ended abruptly to quickly cute to her wearing a dog cone while trying to light a cigarette, only for them to keep collecting down by her neck.

"Thank you all for viewing our game time today, I have had the most splendid time today with you chaps, as I hope you all have ventured the same?" Shayne asks the now upright couch and cast.

"Yes, I was quite filled with delight," you replied, nodding your head and tipping your hat to everyone on the sofa.

"I do agree with my fellow gentleman, here" Spencer replies, clapping you on the wrist this time, very much close to holding your hand, your fingers interlacing while watching Angelas 'winning' speech.

"I hate you all-"

"Why that id not very gentlemanly of you, do you wish to handle these matters outside in more space for our thoughts?" Shayne rebuttles.

"Yes, I rather have a few thoughts to show you," Angela challenged, brow raised as she begins to roll up her sleeves, Shayne doing the same. Alex closes the video by panning upwards and the screen fades to black.

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Gentleman's Rules: Don't Win Mario Party (Again!)

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username01 (name) and Spencer out here being the cutest even while cosplaying as colonizers, iconic behaviour you two!

username88 09:45 "Ah yes, I do believe three-and-some is an adequate amount" - Shayne Topp 2024

↳ username70 OMG why did I not catch this earlier LMAO 🤣 ↳ username91 or what about 20:01 " What are we? Boys like our sons? I can't remember the last time I had ashes in my lungs with that child's work..." - (name) was UNREAL for sayin' this XD ↳ username70 OMG YES! 🙌😂

username22 I don't know about you but I'm feeling like I'm ready for a whole series of just this cast and just this game. I have had this video and repeat since it's come out! Please. Make. More. 🙏

username14 Literally so in love with how gentle Spencer was being with (name), dropping the persona to held them find their controller and even making sure they didn't fall hard?? 😭

↳ username91 and did anyone notice those little winks? UGH 😩

username40 this is not good material to be eating to, almost choked from laughing so hard, would not recommend.

userame66 That little exchange about seeing into one another's eyes was so poetic, like that bit did not need to go that hard 💗

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Dunno if this exists yet, but someone needs to write stories of twst clubs x reader, where members slowly become more attached and possessive of Y/N, could be mild or bordering on yandere actions, platonic or romantic. Includes all clubs, even the single member ones. They can also be set in the current NRC timeline or in the future or as a whole different AU.

Here's some examples and ideas to fuel you to start,

"Basketball Club × Reader" - Be ready to go pro with this ambitious group, Jamil, Ace, and Floyd. An unexpected turn of events is sure to ensue if the time is right, or wrong rather, but rest assured that you'll soon be set back on track by the level headed of the members. You say you don't like the spontaneity? Don't worry, me neither. But if I can, then I'm sure you could also find it in your heart to forgive and just go along with it, yes? Oh dear, don't you seem out of it today. Here, let us help. Just follow my every instruction ... yes, just like that ... it's good to know you're the most cooperative of us ...

"Pop Music Club x Reader" - Have fun jammin' out and sharing crazy stories with this energetic trio, Lilia, Cater, and Kalim. You'll always feel welcomed and noticed here whether you know how to hum a tune or have never touched an instrument in your life. Just enjoy the tea and spill your darkest secrets whenever you'd like, this group is patient and remembers every last detail, you'll never want to leave. Though, if the thought does cross your mind, you'll need to announce your upcoming absence so we can throw a goodbye party. But, maybe you shouldn't. We'll just remind you of all the good times you'll miss. For one last time, we'll laugh and joke about how horrible and destroyed your life would be without us. We know everything about you, even the diabolical. Why, if your secrets were to be spread through magicam like wildfire, it'd close so many doors for you, no one would ever look at you the same. You don't want that, right? It'd be best to just stay here with us where your peace of mind is secured, right? You're free to go, but please don't forget us. And don't forget that all it takes is one push of a button to push your life downhill ...

"Spelldrive Club x Reader" - Soar through the skies as you chase your victory alongside this competitive bunch, Leona, Ruggie, and Epel. You train hard everyday, but there's still time to get together during breaks, the chipper of your group bonding over your mutual desire to crush the competition as your captain snoozes. Other, bigger, teams want to recruit you which is a great opportunity. You're honored. And you should be, but don't you know you're the most valuable member of the team? We couldn't make it without you. Not to mention, we'd be heartbroken to see you leave. These guys are too proud to say it, but deep down you know it's true. Those other guys may be better against teams we haven't been able to beat, but they'll never support you as much we do. You wouldn't want to lose the people who love you most, would you? No? Ah, I'm glad. Don't worry, we're sure to win someday, just stick with us and you'll never have to worry about disappointing anyone again ...

"Equestrian Club x Reader" - Gallop through endless fields alongside your law-abiding yet tender companions, Sebek, Silver, and Riddle. Rest assured that with these three you'll have bushels of fun, but more importantly, you'll always be safe. Always. Perhaps a bit too safe ... but there's no such thing, right? Just follow our instructions quickly and obediently, quietly, and you'll never have to worry about the risks of riding through the wilderness again. We promise not to let you get hurt. If it takes being restricted to only the land visible to us, so be it ... hm? Oh, my apologies, I am simply running my mouth. Pay it no mind. Ah, hey, not that way. Why? Well, we haven't quite explored there yet and we'd rather not risk endangering you or the poor horses. Perhaps we can take a look at it tomorrow and see if it's fit for a trot, yes? I agree, now why don't we head back, I can guide your horse for you if you'd like. Just sit back and relax, you're safe with us taking the reins, I promise. The most safe you'll ever be ...

"Track & Field Club x Reader" - Live life fast and furious with this driven pair, Deuce and Jack. You'll always be encouraged to push your limits with their helpful hollers. You won't be upset long with their optimistic cheering. But make sure you show up for every meet, if not, they'll worry about you. They'll go looking for you. And they will find you. Hey, we haven't seen you around lately, is everything okay? Is now a bad time? I'm sorry, but we really missed you yesterday and just wanted to know nothing bad happened. Why don't you come join us for lunch tomorrow, we don't have to practice. We'll get you whatever you want, promise. Wait! You ... weren't planning on leaving me behind again, were you? Good. Ya had me worried for a second, haha. So, we'll meet up at 2:30? Great. Afterwards we can just hangout. And if you want to go for a quick jog again we'd be more than happy to. We've always been faster than you, though, remember? But, don't worry, we'll go easy on you if you ask. Just don't bolt when we're not looking so we don't have to worry and chase after you ... again ...

"Film Research Club x Reader" - Get ready to make strides in the acting business as you perform and work behind the scenes with model and tech genius, Vil and Ortho. Just make sure you aren't so distracted by the applause and spotlights that you forget to read the fine print of your contract. You wish to quit? I'm sorry, My Dear, but I'm afraid you've agreed to work with only us for xxxx amount of years and we need you to play this next lead in order to ensure our film trumps Neige's. Don't worry, we know all the right tips and tricks to secure perfection, just read the script as directed. Exactly. As directed ...

"Science Club x Reader" - Slip those safety goggles on and hold your breath as you run experiments with this curious pair, Trey and Rook. There's nothing better than getting your hands on new and exciting material. Not exactly sure why you're here? No worries! Not all of us are either, but we have fun here. Any experiments you've heard of you'd like to try? Only illegal ones? No problem we can get our hands on the items needed just tell us what they are ... a funny joke? No. I'm dead serious ... we've done plenty before ... ahaha! You look so frightened, lighten up, no one's died ... yet ... hey wait don't give that look. Sorry if that was too much. We're careful enough to keep things safe ... unnoticed ... what's that liquid? Oh just some juice for a friend using the fruits in here, would you like to try it? Here, have a sip ... what's that? It burns? Ah, I see let's write that down. What else are you feeling? What? Using you? No way, we'd never do something so cruel ... you're simply helping us learn as our lab partner ... oh stop that, no one else is here ... now tell me before things escalate ... what other sensations are you feeling ... fascinating ... it's different compared to last time ... too bad you forget after you wake up ... it's why we have to keep doing this ... over ... and over again

"Board Game Club x Reader" - Roll up thise sleeves and bring your a-game as you play with these competitive gamers, Azul and Idia. Have fun and forget the days worries as you make you way across the mat, never will these two give you a boring game. Though that doesn't mean we can't take things up a notch ... What say you we have a little wager? We beat you xx amount of times and you do us a little favor in return? I promise there'll be no foul play. You could ask a favor of us too if you win. In fact we can sweeten the deal even more if you're game ... no? Oh, don't tell me you're scared you'll lose ... you're not? Good. Then there's no issue making a harmless bet, yes? How lovely ... now, why don't we all sign this paper to ensure no one chickens out when they lose ... oh don't worry it's nothing serious, just a sheet of rules, standard club ware yes? Yes ... now right on the line ... good job. You agreed to sign this freely remember? Right. So don't go back on you word later ... nothing good comes of cheaters ... trust me ... I take care of all of them ...

"Gargoyle Studies Club x Reader" - Prepare to learn each and every random tidbit about each little stone as you explore the ruins with this wise companion, Malleus. Everything may go in one ear and out the other but this voice just so dreamy that you don't mind the rambles, right? But please do make an effort, no one likes a dimwit who can't tell the difference between a grotesque and a gargoyle. But, oh dear, it looks like you really are getting tired. Don't worry, I know how to care for my own, you can slumber for the next century safe at my side. I promise to be here when I let you wake up. At least then we won't need worry about those pesky mortals who wrestle your time from me. Hm, what was that ... you feel disoriented ...? Oh you needn't worry, that's a standard effect ... you won't feel a thing in a moment ... trust me ... your dearest friend ... I'll always be watching over you ...

"Mountain Lovers Club x Reader" - Embark on cozy and informative hikes through the mountains with your knowledgable partner Jade. But beware the trained smiles and pre-packed lunches, you may end up a little further out than planned. Oh, don't worry, the place I had in mind is just a little further along, I promise. You trust me, don't you? Good, then everything should go smoothly. Hm? You're not feeling well? Ah, perhaps you ate something you shouldn't have ... I do hope you were taking note of those wilderness survival tips I gave you ... though, they may not be of much help to you underwater ... hm? Oh, I wasn't saying anything of importance, don't mind me. You did say you trust me, yes? I'd like to find out just how much ...

Honestly, I had a lot of fun writing these ideas, even though I did forget about them for a while.

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I wrote a ridiculously long response that turned into basically a fic outline for this question from the Save The Dead Boys Twitter account, and I'm sharing it here so I can link the alt text for people who may want or need it (because Twitter's alt-text limits characters for some reason??? very annoying).

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Without further ado, The Dead Boy Detectives Zoo episode no one asked for is under the cut 😂

I think a day at the London Zoo would make an incredibly interesting backdrop for an episode!

Edwin has more than likely never been to the zoo, as the London Zoo itself did not open until 1928, years after he died. Charles and Crystal, however, have most certainly been to the London Zoo. Niko has been to a zoo before too, just not the one in London quite yet.

I imagine it happens like this: a ghost client who worked at the London Zoo and died due to being attacked by one of the animals comes in distraught. At first, no one understands the unfinished business or mystery of it; they just feel bad for the person because that's a horrifying way to die obviously, but they know HOW they died/where they died/when they died so it seems pretty cut and dry. That's when the ghost tells them that they'd worked there for years, specifically in the exhibit they died in, and the animals had never so much as bitten the workers in malice, nonetheless had bouts of uncontrollable rage. The only thing they remember before the attack is the animal spasming and acting in pain - that's why the worker intervened, to help - and then everything is muddy from there. The eyes of the animal, however, were the strange part... they had almost a sparkling sheen over them... and that's when the boys realize something is afoot.

They take the case and the client leaves, Charles goes pattering on about how it had been "Literally forever" since he went to a proper zoo, just waxing nostalgic and excited as he does, and the girls are bantering along with him because Niko says she's never been to London's zoo, and that's when Edwin pipes up, nonchalantly like, "Ah yes, I suppose I've never been either, now that you mention it." Charles is just... flabbergasted at this, he's like "MATE, you've never been to London Zoo?" and Edwin good-naturedly rolls his eyes and is like, "I have not been to any zoo, Charles, as the very concept was not even around when I was alive," and he'd probably say more but the look on Charles' face is kind of sad and sheepish because he should have known that, shouldn't of he? Edwin immediately goes to reassure him before Niko breaks the tension (observative as she is) and she's like, "OMG guys, this is perfect! We all get to experience it together, it'll be so perfect!" and Crystal is like, "Yeah, unlike you two who can just waltz right in, Niko and I will have to buy tickets. Might as well get our money's worth and stick around after."

The day starts all fun and nothing really seems amiss until another person is nearly attacked while they're there, and this time it's a child: like the animal is literally beating at the enclosure divider so hard they crack it trying to attack, and fortunately no one ends up hurt but Charles and Edwin do their little signature look at each other because they know SOMETHING is going on.

The case becomes time-sensitive then, and high stakes, so they regroup somewhere quiet where the girls won't get weird looks and that's when they're approached by a shapeshifter deity who has been skulking about the zoo for years (maybe they used to be a God or something before being reborn) and they give good intel, and it'd be funny because you KNOW Charles' hackles are up after Port Townsend and the whole Cat King and Monty debacle, and he's misinterpreting everything this animal shifter does as flirting to the point that eventually the deity calls Charles out for it in a "I don't want your man" kind of way. That's like the B-Plot going on and it would be hilarious, and even Edwin would find that part a little funny/gratifying because he's not dumb and he's SEEN Charles' change in behavior lmao.

Anyway this is now turning into an outline for a fic jfc the TLDR of the rest is that they realize some asshole kid came into possession of some dark magic materials and has been coming to the zoo and practicing the spells on the animals, just being a mischievous shit who thought animals would be easier to start with than humans and wanting to see what they would do. The gang has to fight the little shit, but they're eventually able to get the book away from him and Crystal, the godsend that she is, wipes his memory.

Afterward, they DO actually explore the zoo for fun, and Edwin is transfixed and telling everyone all the facts he knows about the animals. When he doesn't know anything off the top of his head, he reads the displays out loud and jots down the best bits. Charles is absolutely delighted and apologizes for not bringing Edwin sooner, but Edwin is having none of that and they have one of their sweet "Edwin and Charles" domestic moments. They're interrupted by Crystal clearing her throat and Niko giggling, one eyebrow raised because the girls KNOW, okay? But they don't say anything and Charles just steps back (when did they get so close??) and he wraps an arm around Edwin's shoulders and leads the way to the next exhibit. The girls share a lunch of various little junk foods one would only indulge in at a place like the zoo, and all of them leave with a little souvenir (Niko's idea) that they picked out for each other (it ends up working out that Niko picks Crystal's, Charles picks Niko's, Crystal picks Edwin's, and Edwin picks Charles').

From that day forward the group decides to take the time to do at least 1 "Fun" day a month that isn't inspired by casework!

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Surprise beznaia, 4.2k words smut

“So you really are not gonna tell me what you’re dressing up as tonight?” “Nuh uh Franci, it’s a surprise” “Oh come on just a hint” “No Franci, you have to learn to wait for what you want”

Pecco puts on a pouty face that makes Bez smile, but he doesn’t change his idea about not telling Pecco anything regarding his costume.

In his defense Pecco wasn’t telling him anything either, so it wasn’t really unfair of him to keep his secret on what he’s going to wear that night.

He’s been hiding it at Cele’s anyway, not wanting his boyfriend to casually go and snoop through his closet and find it.

By “it” he means the most overused and stupidly sexy costume of the last decade. “Sexy nurse” written in big bold letters on the package he got at the store made him laugh at first, but then he remembered how Pecco got the one time he wore a skirt in the past, and decided to go for it.

“You’re going to Cele’s to get ready?” “Oh yeah there’s us, mig and Franky, we gotta finish some old weed and Franky is bringing fresh one to the party so, gotta do a little pre-game” “That shit’s not good for you” “It makes me relax Pecco, it’s not cocaine” “I know I know” “Don’t worry, it’s not even that much”

Pecco pulls a dubious face, but eventually lets go of the argument, kissing goodbye to his boyfriend before going to gain a few hours of sleep he will surely be thankful for getting once the party will go over three in the morning

“See you later Pecchino” “See you amore”

Bez’s ride to Cele’s gets him thinking. Should he really dress up that stupidly? Will he even look good or will he just look ridiculous? And what if Pecco doesn’t like it?

Once he gets in Cele’s house he’s welcomed by the smell of cheap weed and beer, Franky comes to open the door, and invites him outside to smoke with them, which bez gladly accepts.

“So you’re going as the nurse Bez? Pecco knows?” “Uh yeah non Pecco doesn’t know and honestly- guys I don’t think it’s a great idea, I’d look ridiculous” “Ah don’t say it Bez, I’m sure you’ll look good and Pecco will want to rail you as soon as he sees you”

“If you say that” “Go try it on! We’re gonna all dress up and then make a pretend runaway” “Mig God you’re a kid” “You wouldn’t have fun without me Bez”

Bez scoffs, but accepts the idea, going to change in the bathroom, while Mig and FRanky use the master bedroom and Cele the guest one.

He puts on the costume, consisting of a ridiculously short white and red skirt, white fishnets, a shirt to tie under the boobs, or well- technically pecs, who cares, and a little nurse hat on top.

The skirt is far too short to let him wear boxers under it, so he’ll have to go for a pair of thongs, bright red, Pecco’s absolute favorite of course.

He checks himself out. He doesn’t look bad, but he’s not sure Pecco’s gonna enjoy it that much. He hears his name get called outside and gets out, walking the corridor to where Mig and Franky are, Cele still in the guest room.

“I don’t know guys, I’m not sure of it, what if Pecco doesn’t appreciate it?”

Franky wolf whistles as soon as he comes in, Mig slaps the back of his head, but it doesn’t stop him from running his eyes all over Bez’s figure, his thighs mostly, how they are maybe just a bit too muscled to be properly contained by the fishnets, and they took terribly hot.

“If I wasn’t with Mig and Pecco wasn’t your man Bez I’m telling you, that shit would’ve came off of you as soon as you entered the room” “Oi! I’m still your boyfriend, you know?” “I said if I weren’t with you amore” “Still offended” “Tonight I’ll make it up to you I promise”

Mig smirks, kissing Franky on the mouth lightly, making the older smile against his lips, Bez rolls his eyes at them. Disgustingly  cute.

“Guys you think the rhinestones are too much for t- fucking hell Bez you want to kill Pecco?” “Do I really look that good?” “Good? Nah Bez you look really fucking hot”

“Yeah well you too Cele, are you sure your boyfriend won’t kill us all for looking at you dressed like that?” “Luca’s not that jealous” “Cele he told Mig to never look at you ‘like that’ again while he just looked in your directions during training and you were taking off your shirt”

Cele rolls his eyes, then does a 360 to show the skirt spinning, he’s all dressed in white, a pair of wings and a crop top to complete the outfit together with a headband shaped like an aureola 

Mig is dressed as a prisoner with his suit tied to the hips and no shirt, Franky as a policeman with no shirt as well, because obviously it makes sense, Bez can see a pair of handcuffs peeking from his pocket, and doesn’t ask himself how many times theyre gonna get used that night.

“Ok it’s almost ten now, the party should start at like ten thirty, you wanna go already?”

“Yeah I want to arrive before Pecco”

“Luca is already there, sure”

“Ok get your asses in the car then”

Mig runs outside to claim the front seat, Cele and Nez settle for the backseats, Franky gets behind the wheel praying no cop will stop them while they’re all pretty high still from the joint they smoked before.

Luckily they make it to the Ranch with no problems, parking the car inside the garage and getting out quickly.

“No guys I’m gonna get changed I - Pecco could find me ridiculous”

“Oh stop with this nonsense Bez, you look hot, Pecco will think you look hot like everyone else at the party, and will drag you to whatever room’s available to fuck”

“I hope so”

“It’s going to happen trust us”

They make it inside and Cele immediately runs for Luca, hugging him as soon as he sees him, Luca making him do a pirouette, then pulling him more against his chest and putting a hand on the small of his back.

Diggia and Enea arrive ten minutes later, they’re practically been adopted by the academy now, dressed as Deadpool and Wolverine, Diggia going to great Bez, his eyes falling just one too many times on the hem of his skirt.

There’s many other people at the party, it soon becomes pretty packed, but Pecco still isn’t there, Bez called him around ten minutes ago, he said “gonna. be there in fifteen”, and time couldn’t move slower while he waited.

He used the time he had between his arrival and Pecco’s to get to the bathroom and prep himself already, trying to muffle his moans as he opened himself up and pushed the plug inside him, calming down a bit before going out again.

It wasn’t actually part of the costume, but it seemed a great addition to it.

As soon as fifteen pass from the call Pecco comes inside, and oh God is he hot.

Black leather pants, a leather jacket with clearly no shirt under it, and minimalist skeleton makeup on his face.

“He’s Ghost Rider by the way”

“I know who he is Mig thank you”

“Just wanted to tell you”

Pecco looks around for a bit, until he spots Bez, and his mouth goes wide open, Bez walks up to him, smiling as innocently as he can manage to.

“Hi amore”

Pecco stands there, looking him up and down, almost frozen as Bez kisses him before dragging him to the others who are standing in the kitchen drinking and eating whatever they can get their hands on. Mig and Franky nowhere to be found, obviously, maybe not even God knows where they are, only that they’re surely fucking somewhere around here.

“Pecco say something nice to Bez please, he’s been telling us how you’d find him ridiculous in that costume for like TWO HOURS so please just tell him he looks hot”

“I’m gonna kill you Cele I swear”

Pecco is still a bit shaken by the look his boyfriend went for, but absolutely gets back to reality when he hears what Cele says.

“You look hot”

“Really?”

Bez’s eyes almost sparkle at Pecco’s words, still a bit tentative, as if he doesn’t actually believe what the older said it’s the truth, and it’s said to keep him content with his decision.

“Of course, you always look hot, and today fuck you’re hotter than usual”

This time Bez smiles, and Pecco loses no time in kissing him, more passionate this time, one of his hands gripping at his hip and the other in his hair, pulling him closer, pushing his tongue past his teeth, and Bez moans lightly in the kiss, immediately getting silenced by Pecco, earning a disgusted groan from Luca who tells them to “go get a fucking room”.

Bez breaks away first, and still smiling drags Pecco to the living room where music is playing and everyone’s dancing.

“No Bez no you know I can’t dance I look like an idiot”

“No you don’t”

“I do, you’re the one good at dancing not me”

"Ooh come on”

“I hate you, if you didn’t look so hot I’d have told you no”

“You love me”

Pecco smiles again and Bez starts dancing with him, songs vary from dance to 00s to most recent reggaeton-like once, and good God does Bez know how to move his body.

Once he starts dancing basically on Pecco that’s when the older dies, he has to bite his lip not to moan out Bez’s name when his ass brushes his dick.

“Marco. Calm down”

“No”

“Marco”

Bez turns around, putting a hand on the back of Pecco’s neck and pulling him closer.

“I need you to fuck me so hard I can’t stand afterwards and you’ll have to carry me around all night”

Pecco goes bright red, Bez still smiling, moving a hand to cup him through his pants, pushing lightly against his now obvious bulge.

“I want to look in the mirror tomorrow and see all the marks you left on me”

“Marco fuck”

“Please Franci”

Pecco doesn’t answer again, instead he grabs Bez by the wrist and starts dragging him behind him.

Bez doesn’t know where he’s being taken, and it’s not like he cares as long as he can get railed by his boyfriend.

“You are” Pecco stops in his steps to turn around and pin Bez to the wall, aggressively making out with him as he gets one knee between his legs, pressing on the younger’s dick and making him squirm “so fucking needy every time”

He breaks away and quickly starts walking again, Bez is completely overwhelmed by Pecco’s touch, his kisses and the fucking plug that keeps moving inside him, brushing his prostate every time he does a slightly faster than normal movement.

“Where are we going Franci? There’s no bedrooms here you know?”

Pecco doesn’t answer, just pushing open the door to the garage with a kick, closing it immediately behind Bez and gluing him against it, immediately getting his hands in his hair and pushing his tongue in Bez’s mouth, tugging slightly at the curls, making Bez moan.

“I never needed a bed to fuck you no? Remember that time in Jerez? When I fucked you in a bathroom stall because you wanted it so bad we didn’t even make it to the motorhome? Or when I had to get you off in the back of the car with Franky waiting for Mig outside because you couldn’t resist five minutes?” “Yes fuck yes I remember” “Nice, today we’re doing something new ok?”

Before Bez can ask what he’s dragged to Pecco’s Panigale.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

He doesn’t even register getting bent over because his brain is running too fast to actually form a thought. Everything he can think about is Franci Franci Franci like a broken record.

Only when he receives a harsh slap on his ass he actually understands the position he’s in.

The hit gets his plug to move more, making him moan loudly.

“You like that Marco? You want more?” “Si please please”

Pecco slaps him another two times, the print of his hand already clearly visible on his skin, and it makes him go crazy.

“You know what’s truly a shame? I’ll have to rip these pretty fishnets to fuck you, but I promise I’ll buy you more, you look so hot with them on”

Bez can’t answer, he can still feel the sting from Pecco’s spanks, the plug pressing on his prostate and his dick against the bike. If it wasn't so embarrassing he’d have already come by now, but he wants to last, make this go on as long as possible.

Pecco flips his skirt up, chuckling when he sees what he’s hiding under it, the bright red of the panties in heavy contrast with the candid white of the uniform and fishnets.

“Look at these Marco, you picked my favorites yeah? You look so pretty with these on” “Fuck me please” “You always want it uh? Always need me to fill you up otherwise you go mad. You’re pathetic, a slut asks for it less than you”

Bez moans at the sound of fabric ripping, he wants, needs, Pecco to start fucking him now, he can feel the cold metal of the bike shiny under his body, wants to get it dirty with his release, marking yet another thing belonging to Pecco, he wants him to be everything but gentle with him, he really wants to be carried because he can’t walk.

Pecco doesn’t take off or rip the panties, he just moves them to the side, and almost dies when he sees the plug stuffed inside Bez, red of course, because he had bought it one year ago and wanted to brand Bez with his colors in every way possible.

“I can’t believe you, have you had it since you went away from Cele’s house? Did you take longer than the others to get ready because you were opening yourself up for me? Or did you leave home with this already inside you?” 

Pecco pushes the plug further inside, making Bez moan so loudly that if the music wasn’t so loud they could hear it from the garage they’re both sure people upstairs would’ve heard him.

“No I did it here, in the - bathroom upstairs” “With all the people going back and forth, maybe someone heard you don’t you think? I should go ask if someone managed to listen to you moaning while you pushed the plug in”

Bez expects more pressure added to the plug once again, but the only thing he feels is another sharp slap on his right ass cheek, immediately followed by one on his left, then Pecco slowly starts to twist the toy inside him, making him see stars.

“Franci please, please fuck me please” “Is begging the only thing you can do? Are you at a loss for words already?”

He wants to answer, but as soon as he opens his mouth to reply Pecco takes the plug almost all the way out just to slam it back in, repeating the action more than just a few times, and Bez is so so close to coming already he wants to cry.

The pace Pecco sets with the plug is almost cruel, it’s so hard but it’s not enough to have Bez manage to come, and he just keeps torturing him until he eventually can’t take it anymore either because he needs to be inside him.

“You have to thank I’ve been hard since I saw you dressed like this or I would’ve just had you cum using this and let you keep it inside all night”

The moan Bez lets out once Pecco finally takes the plug out and discards it on his Panigale is something straight out of a porno, so high pitched and needy he almost shames himself for it.

The only reason why he doesn’t is because it gets Pecco harder, he can feel his cock pressing against his ass, through the fabric of the leather pants.

He almost has tears in his eyes, he needs to have Pecco thrusting inside him or he’ll go mad.

Pecco takes off his jacket and throws it somewhere in the garage, he’ll worry about picking it up later on, right now he just wants to fuck Bez senseless and fill him up like he deserves.

He unzips his pants and lowers them just enough to get his boxers exposed, tugging them down to take out his dick and tease Bez’s already spent hole, before finally pushing past the now loose rim and burying himself deep inside of him.

Bez moans out Pecco’s name, broken voice trying to stay steady as the older starts moving almost immediately, no need for lube since he’s already so wet from the abuse the plug had against his prostate, and it makes Bez go crazy for it.

Being taken like this, in the open, bent over Pecco’s bike, wearing a skirt and not much more, with the risk of being caught and the burn from Pecco going as hard as he can. It’s so much, but it’s so fucking good.

Pecco puts both his hands on Bez’s hips, holding him up a bit, Bez feels overwhelming, arousing, he seems to surround his every centimeter of skin, the heat coming up from him enough to warm up an entire room if they tried, his little broken moans getting to Pecco’s head and pushing him to go for more more more, to see how far he can take it before Bez gives up and comes pathetically in his panties getting them dirty and becoming moldable in his hands.

“You’re so pretty like this amore, moaning for me like a slut, bent over my bike, I bet you don’t even care if they hear us, actually I think you’d like it more, have everyone know how much of a slut you are for me, right?”

He’s not usually like this, not that dirty talking is something they’ve never done before, but like this? It’s new for sure, this much teasing has never happened, and Bez must make sure Pecco knows he loves it so he’ll do it again, because his brain id fucking overheating with all the things his boyfriend is saying right now.

Bez yelps when Pecco spanks him again, a thud sound echoing in the garage followed by Bez’s high pitched scream.

“I asked you a question Marco, you should be polite enough and answer me, so, you’d enjoy the other guests to hear you moan for me like a desperate slut? Is that why you’re so loud?” “No no just for you, I want you to hear me” “You sure? Because by the way you’re screaming evrytime I move I could bet you want us to get caught” “Pecco fuck no just - you want you” “Are you dumb already? God I have been fucking you for what? Fifteen minutes? And you’re like this? Imagine how you’d get if I fucked you for an hour straight without letting you cum”

Bez moans again, just the thought of Pecco tearing him apart slowly like that is so much, if he ever was to do it Bez is positive he could die from arousal before the torture would be over.

Pecco is going crazy at the continuous movement of the light fabric of the skirt on Bez’s ass, it’s almost non-existent, but that bit that gets covered has Pecco go mad, together with the panties most of all, those stupid panties he bought as a joke because he never actually had a thing for lingerie, not even on girls, not until he saw Bez wearing them, red first, then black, then white. Whatever the color he looked divine, but right now he has to think about the present, about Bez leaking in his panties under him, moaning his name like a prayer.

“Come, please I need to come, I’ve been - the plug it - all night a tease” “Oh you want to cum now?” “Please” “No”

Bez almost cries, instead a long dragged whine gets out his chest, his legs trembling and his ass burning from all the slaps he received before, his prostate oversensitive.

“Franci please” “I said” one slap on his ass “no, Marco” and another in quick succession get bez to moan yet again, he needs to cum, Pecco knows, Pecco will need to cum as well, he just needs to get his release now.

“You need to learn how to behave when we’re in public, you didn’t see it, because you were too busy rubbing your ass against my cock to notice, but half the party was just staring at you whoring yourself out for me, and I don’t fucking like it. You want me to fuck you? You come beg me for it, you don’t put on a show everyone can enjoy. You want to dress like this? It’s fine, but if you want me to do this” he interrupts his sentence to pull out almost all the way and slam back in with force “you ask me, no little games, got it?”

Bez nods, he’s crying for real now, his dick aches from how much he needs his release, chest and back completely flushed red, his ass burning more after the slaps he just got.

“I told you already Marco, if I ask a question you answer with words, or I’m leaving you like this”

“Yes yes yes fuck yes ok I will ask, no games no teasing I get it I swear” “You do?”

Bez almost nods again, then answers “yes” with a small voice, forehead pressed on the leather seat of the bike.

“Good boy Marco you see? You act properly and I can give you your reward, it’s not difficult”

Pecco keeps fucking harshly into him, hitting his prostate at almost every thrust, making his brain break in pieces, each one imagining a different point of view of this moment.

Once it’s clear Bez can’t hold on anymore, his knees almost giving out twice, the grip of his hands on the bike becoming more and more loose, Pecco takes pity on him, but actually it’s just that he can’t resist any longer either, Bez just feels too good.

“You can come now amore, you’ll ruin your pretty panties but I’ll buy you more, more fishnets, more panties more skirts, whatever you want, you look too good”

All Bez can say is “Franci” with a broken moan, before finally getting his release, staining the lacy red fabric of the panties and shivering as his orgasm overwhelms him.

Pecco doesn’t last much more, barely half a minute passes before he’s coming as well, filling him up completely, white hot liquid shot deep inside Bez who moans at the feeling.

He thinks it’s over, that Pecco finally took pity and this will stop now. But Pecco has a different view of the situation.

As he slips out he takes the plug, which miraculously stayed on the bike, and slowly pushes it back inside Bez, trapping his cum inside him, just a few drops leaking outside his ass.

“Fuuuck Franci God it - God” “I told you I would’ve given you a reward Marco, now you have it, you better keep this one, because we don’t want people to know right?” “No no” “Good”

He gives a light slap to Bez’s ass, pulling the skirt down again, which barely covers his ass, if one pays enough attention he can see the ripped fishnets under the short skirt, but neither cares, not when Pecco pull him up again, turning him to kiss him, a slow but deep and possessive kiss, the ones both love the most, as Pecco puts himself back together, pulling up his boxers and zipping up his pants, picking the jacket up from the floor and putting it back on.

“Let’s go back yes? I’m hungry I wana try those pumpkin-shaped cookies I saw before in the kitchen” “Ok” “Can you walk?” “Yeah yeah, maybe just give me a hand on the stairs” “Of course amore, of course”

It’s not long before they reach the floor where everyone continued partying during their absence, only Luca pulling a disgusted face at their reappearance, both clearly fresh from sex, as if he didn’t literally just covered Cele’s neck in hickeys while the younger is sitting on his lap blushing.

They sit back down and Pecco feeds Bez a few cookies while also enjoying some himself, chatting a bit with Luca before asking him where the fuck did Mig and Franky went.

“Eh like always, in their car, I think they parked in the garage”

Pecco chokes on his food and Bez goes bright red, how the fuck did they miss those two being in the same room for what? One hour?

Bez will never look at any of the two in the eyes again. Mig will give him shit for a year minimum. God.

“Well, at least they know how pretty you are when you get fucked by me and they don’t get strange ideas no?”

Bez goes even redder, Pecco chuckling in the crook of his neck.

[otomehonyaku]

DIABOLIK LOVERS More,Blood Stellaworth Complete Set Tokuten Short Stories ☽ Kou ver.

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD ステラワース全巻連動購入特典ショートストーリ English translation by @otomehonyaku Scans can be found here (courtesy of @karleksmumskladdkaka!)

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SUMMARY | This short story provides a slice of Kou and Yui's daily life after the events of More,Blood. Yui makes vongole bianco for Kou for the umpteenth time, which makes Kou wonder why he even likes the dish to begin with. It brings him to an important realisation.

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“Mm… vongole bianco really is the best!” 

As I was musing about being fine with eating it every day, Kitten looked at me as if to say well, there he goes again.

“What? It’s delicious, right?”

“It is, but won’t you get tired of it if you eat it every single day?”

“Would I? It wouldn’t grow tired of it at all, though…” I said, taking another bite. The soup, permeated by the savouriness of the seafood, was superb. Kitten followed my movements with an exasperated expression on her face.

“Tell me, Kou… Why do you like vongole bianco so much?”

“Hmm… I wonder. I don’t really know why. Although… you know how Yuma loves his sugar cubes, right? It was the first good food Karl Heinz ever gave to him. I guess it’s kinda similar to that.”

Why did I even like it that much? I just couldn’t seem to remember the reason.

“Well, it doesn’t really matter why, does it? I like it because it’s delicious. That’s all!” I said, taking the pasta-laden plate in both hands and lifting it to my mouth.

“Ah!”

“The soup’s the best part! Ah—don’t tell Ruki about this, alright?” 

I touched my lips to the edge of the plate and directly drank the remaining soup from it in one go. It was indecent behaviour, a clear sign of bad manners, and I was fully aware of it. Still, it somehow tasted even more delicious this way. I wondered whether it was just my imagination.

“You might not want to do that in front of other people.”

“I know, I know! Who do you think I am?” I said, scooping the remaining pasta into my mouth with vigour and expressing my gratitude for the meal when I was done. “Oh, that was great! I’m already looking forward to you making it for me again tomorrow.”

“You’d really want me to…?”

“Of course! I can’t count on Ruki to make it for me. He said he’s gotten tired of it. Besides, Ruki’s version is pretty good, but yours is a pretty strong contender too, you know?”

Kitten took my plate and smiled wryly when I told her this. “Really? Don’t you think vongole bianco would always be equally delicious, no matter who prepared it?”

“No, not at all,” I said, taking the pitcher of water next to me and pouring myself a glass. My eyes were trained on Kitten’s back as she made her way out of the kitchen. 

“Why do I even like vongole bianco?” I muttered to myself, turning over the thought in my head. My memories were pretty blurry, but I was fairly sure I’d come to like it because Ruki made it for me. “Even though Ruki never particularly liked cooking our favourite dishes, he still does so when we ask…”

Come to think of it, it suddenly occurred to me that our food-related demands might have begun as a way of pestering each other. We certainly weren’t very altruistic back then.

”That must be it. It is kind of weird that Ruki would cook them for us every day, even against his will…” 

In the blink of an eye, Kitten had returned to the kitchen and heard what I said. “Maybe you don’t like vongole bianco that much after all, then?”

“Huh? Of course I like it, but…” What I like much more is that you would willingly cook the same thing for me every day, I realised. “I see, so that’s why I’d prefer it to be you rather than Ruki.”

“What?”

“…Nothing. Just talking to myself!” I replied, dodging her question, and snaked my arm around Kitten’s waist to pull her close and kiss her on the cheek.

—It’s my fault for testing her love for me. She willingly makes all my selfish desires come true, after all.

[smb0]

Also, remember Sig's little sister in Red and Black? Well, here's an episode that's right up your alley:

Rescue Mission

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the vibrant landscape of Primp Town. The familiar sounds of laughter and games faded into the background as Sig paced anxiously in front of his home. His heart raced, not from the excitement of the day, but from the weight of worry pressing down on him.

His little sister, who had always been a source of light and joy, had gone missing. The last thing she’d said before vanishing was something about following a strange shadow—a shadow that Sig knew all too well belonged to Count, Rulue’s infamous nemesis.

“Why does it always have to be him?” Sig muttered under his breath, frustration boiling beneath his calm exterior. Count was not just a vampire; he was a predator lurking in the shadows, waiting to ensnare the innocent.

Determined not to let fear hold him back any longer, Sig took a deep breath and resolved to confront Count. With a swift motion, he adjusted his scarf and summoned the courage that he often kept buried within.

The path led him to a darkened forest, the air thick with tension. As he ventured deeper, he recalled stories of Count’s ambush tactics. He had to be ready. Sig’s mind raced through strategies, every encounter he’d heard of, every warning shared among friends.

“Rulue has faced him before,” he whispered to himself, “If she can take him on, so can I.” But deep down, he knew this was different. This wasn’t a rivalry or a game; this was about saving someone he loved.

Suddenly, a flash of vibrant colors caught his eye. Arle, with her optimistic smile and powerful magic, was standing nearby, surrounded by Amitie and Ringo. Raffina, ever the confident presence, stood with her arms crossed, looking unbothered by the looming danger.

“Sig! We heard about your sister,” Arle said, her determination matching his own. “We're here to help you!”

“Count won’t know what hit him!” Amitie chimed in, her eyes sparkling with excitement, albeit slightly ditzy.

Ringo, her curiosity piqued, added, “He has to be hiding in the forest. I've watched too many vampire movies to know where this is going!”

"What?"

"Never mind..."

Raffina rolled her eyes, but a smirk played on her lips. “As if a vampire could outsmart the likes of us. Let’s go.”

With newfound resolve, the group ventured into the forest together.

The atmosphere shifted, and a chill ran down Sig’s spine as a figure emerged from the shadows—a tall man in a well-tailored waistcoat, his red eyes gleaming with mischief. Count stood before them, an unsettling smile curling his lips.

“Ah, a band of heroes,” Count drawled, voice smooth like silk. “How quaint.”

“Where’s my sister?” Sig demanded, his voice steadier than he felt.

Count’s laughter echoed, dark and melodious. “Oh, she’s perfectly safe… for now. But what’s the fun in keeping her safe when I can dangle her like a puppet on a string?”

Suddenly, a burst of energy filled the air as Rulue emerged from the shadows, her presence commanding and fierce. “Count! We meet again,” she declared, her tone dripping with disdain.

“Rulue,” Count replied, his smirk widening. “I see you’ve brought some friends. How delightful. But do you really think you can stop me this time?”

“Don’t underestimate us,” Rulue shot back, stepping forward with confidence. “No one's afraid of you!”

Rage ignited within Sig as he watched this exchange. This was not just a game anymore; it was a challenge. He felt the weight of his sister’s absence, and it fueled his determination. “I won’t let you keep her!”

As the group prepared to confront Count, Arle took the lead, casting a spell that shimmered with energy. “Let’s show him what we can do!”

With a battle cry, the group surged forward, their combined powers clashing against Count’s dark magic. Sig fought valiantly, channeling all his emotions into each strike, while Ringo used her intelligence to outmaneuver Count’s attacks. Amitie provided support, her bright spells illuminating the shadows, and Raffina showcased her kicks, targeting Count with precision.

Count’s attention shifted between Rulue and the group, his confidence beginning to waver. “This isn’t over, fools! I will have my revenge!” he sneered, but Rulue was not about to let him escape.

“Not this time, Count!” she shouted, kicking him so hard that he was launched back.

In a final push, Sig unleashed a brilliant burst of energy, blinding Count and sending him reeling. “Hydrangea!” he yelled, his voice echoing with authority.

Count staggered, his form flickering as he glared at them. “You may have won this battle, but the war is far from over!” With that, he vanished into the shadows, leaving behind only a lingering chill in the air.

With the threat gone, Sig rushed to his sister, who was trapped in a magical bind. Arle quickly dispelled it, and Sig pulled her into a tight embrace. “Here I am, Maya.”

“I was so scared, Sig!” she cried, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

“I’m here now,” he whispered, relief washing over him. “I’ll always protect you.”

As they made their way back home, surrounded by his friends, Sig knew that this was just the beginning; Count would return, but now he felt ready. With the strength of his sister by his side and allies like Arle, Ringo, Amitie, Raffina, and Rulue (who knew how to fight him off), he could face anything.

And for the first time, he truly believed that he could be more than just a passive entomophiliac magic student.

I also repurposed a Puyotober entry into an episode for one of your Puyo TV series:

"Sibling Rivalry" (original: Let's Puyo Battle)

The battlefield was silent as the audience waited for the upcoming battle.

Lidelle's classmates and associates had different ways of showing concern, with Ringo, Draco, Amitie, and Tarutaru being the most blatant, and Raffina, Lemres, Sig and Feli being the most subtle.

The battle was to last until two victories were obtained by either competitor.

"Are you ready to face the Dark Prince, young lady?" Satan asked.

"Y-y-yes..." Lidelle said, both scared and nervous.

"Good. Remember... it's just a game..." Was he encouraging her or scaring her?

Lidelle took a deep breath, her heart racing. She had watched many battles before, but this time, she was the one in the spotlight. The crowd murmured in anticipation, and the vibrant colors of the Puyo shapes danced in her mind.

"Begin!" Maguro announced, and the arena erupted in a flurry of movement.

Lidelle quickly scanned her side of the board, her fingers deftly moving as she connected Puyos of the same color. The familiar thrill surged through her as the first chain reaction sparked, sending a cascade of colorful blobs flying into Satan’s territory.

He countered with a series of rapid placements, forming an intricate setup that threatened to overwhelm her.

As the round progressed, Lidelle struggled to keep up. Puyos began piling up on her side, and despite her best efforts, she couldn’t find a way to break through his defenses. In a matter of moments, she was pelted by Garbage Puyo, with a few of them severing her hair ties, loosening her hair and exposing her horns, embarrassing her further. The scoreboard flashed: Satan Wins!

Lidelle's heart sank. The crowd (minus Lidelle's friends) cheered for Satan, and Lidelle couldn't shake off potentially disappointing everyone she loved.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get him next time!” Tarutaru called out, his voice full of encouragement.

As the second round began, the tension in the air thickened. Lidelle took a deep breath, focusing on her board and remembering the support of her friends. This time, she was determined to turn the tide.

The match started, and Lidelle’s sleeves flew over her board, strategically placing Puyos with newfound (but miniscule) confidence. As she built up her combos, the crowd's cheers became a motivating backdrop.

With each successful chain, she felt the weight of the first loss lifting. 'This is it!' she thought, channeling her focus.

Satan, sensing her new-found determination, ramped up his game. He executed a series of impressive moves, but Lidelle was ready. She countered with a stunning chain reaction of her own—a series of cascading Puyos that lit up the arena.

"Surprise!" she exclaimed, watching as a flood of Garbage Puyos overwhelmed Satan's board.

The scoreboard flashed again—Lidelle Wins! The crowd erupted into cheers, and Lidelle's heart soared with triumph.

“I did it!” she laughed, her excitement bubbling over.

Satan, caught off guard, smirked despite the loss. "Looks like you’ve improved! But I’m not finished yet!"

As Match Point began, the tension in the air thickened. Lidelle felt a lot of anxiety, knowing that this round could change everything.

With each Puyo she dropped, Lidelle remembered the training sessions, the laughter shared with her friends, and the unwavering support from her best friend, Tarutaru. She wasn’t just fighting for herself; she was fighting for everyone who believed in her.

The battle raged on, both competitors showcasing their skills and strategy. But just when it seemed Satan might turn the tide, Lidelle executed a stunning move—a chain of four, followed by a cascade that sent a shower of Puyos crashing down onto Satan’s side.

Satan stared, momentarily stunned. "What?! How did you—"

"Don’t underestimate me!" Lidelle shouted through her shy blushing, exhilaration pouring through her as victory became within reach.

With a final flurry of Puyos, Lidelle achieved her second win, and the arena exploded with cheers. She stood there, panting but triumphant, as Draco rushed forward to congratulate her.

"You kicked his butt, little sis!" Draco celebrated.

"Hehe, thanks, big sister," Lidelle said.

Lidelle's classmates, as well as Lemres and Feli, soon followed.

"You did it, Lidelle!" Amitie shouted.

"Congratulations, Ms. Lidelle!" Raffina said.

"Yay..." Sig said flatly. Even if he sounded out of it, Lidelle knew he was genuine.

"I must admit, you defied the odds," Klug stated.

"Satan's fate was sealed." Feli said.

"See? I told you she could do it!" Tarutaru beamed, lifting her up in excitement.

Lemres handed Lidelle a strawberry cupcake.

Satan approached, a grin on his face despite the loss. "You’ve grown stronger, young Lidelle. I’ll have to challenge you again sometime."

"Anytime!" she replied while tying her hair back up, her spirit soaring. In that moment, surrounded by friends and family, Lidelle felt more than just a competitor—she felt like a true champion.

As the celebrations continued, she knew that this battle was only the beginning.

I love it! My only note is that for religious reasons, Satan will be referred to as The Dark Prince in this series

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[deus-ex-mona]

such is the tale of a ✨chronically online hypocrite✨

[blackvahana]

never ask a woman her age or [redacted] where he got sacred cow milk from

[salsflore]

everyday i wake up and have to start a new boss challenge called dealing with my mother

[the-acid-pear]

One of the most beautiful things Deltarune story has is the fact that you cannot remove its tragedy, because it's thru that very same that hope and love is born. You cannot change the past but you can take what you learnt and thru it build a brighter future.

[starfleetwitch]

AM I HAVING A FUCKING STROKE?!

or did Rishi Sunak really basically just admit IN FRONT OF THE WORLD that taking the UK out of the EU was a terrible decision? Also what I heard: "This country we took but dont acknowledge until it benefits us is in the best position in the world in terms of access to the market"

[justabunchofdragons]

o... .. .,,, ! !!! i am very happy with where i am in this moment

[poptartmochi]

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