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l-in-the-light · 4 months ago

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Chapter 1128 comments

And the Strawhats in Uncanny Valley adventures continues! Some things I noticed from previous chapter turned out to be right, some still have no conlusion, and some I might have been wrong on haha (not losing hope yet!). Since the chapter is super fresh, everything is hidden under the cut below!

Strawhats finally made it to Hogwarts haha. What a cute color picture :D the chapter's title ("RPG") together with this double spread makes me think of Hogwarts Legacy ❤ I like how tiny Zoro is just sitting on the dragon's nose XD

Nami confirmed for us that those plants don't just look fake, they *are* fake. Also, gigantified? I dunno about you all, but I feel like this is exactly the opposite case here. We saw giants who are suddenly small and huge animals/pets... could it be that Strawhats have been minimized/shrunk?? Maybe to the size of the tontattas?? So they could fit the lego set.

No wind, no sea in sight... no wonder I found this place so eerie too, haha.

This is the Land of Gods. And all Gods happen to be animals. Needle God is a hedgehog, Ear God was a rabbit, The Great Iskar is apparently the cat. While I was hoping the sun god would be the cat/lion (apparently not the case, it's some sorcerer dude instead), I was right that every god of this land is actually an animal :D

I gotta say, lovely fantasy lego set. That bridge ❤ the castle ❤ and that lovely house with a tower ❤❤❤ I also like how plants have all different shapes and structures, they're not just copy-paste of one and same plastic tree! Wish I could build a set like this :3

This was a fun callback to Whole Cake Island :D

Welcome back to the mirror world, Luffy! Speaking of which, that chapter I took it from is called "Adventure in the Mysterious Forest". Feels really similar to the previous chapter's title "Adventure in the Mysterious Kingdom", doesn't it? They are more similar than one might think. Both times it took some time to figure out what's actually going on too.

Oooh, we literally broke through the 4th wall here, haha. This is a very neat room. Clearly someone really likes wood and sewing. Interesting that the bricks don't actually seem so small in comparison to the table. Definitely not lego-sized, more like duplo-sized. Or maybe even bigger?

The underside is still completely wrong though. It's either flat or completely hollow (but damaged bricks from chapter before were definitely not hollow inside). Which creates the question: how is it possible they stack on top of each other?!

Apparently plastic is now confirmed to exist in One Piece world. Oficially! Color me surprised :O I thought One Piece world wasn't that advanced and we definitely *never* saw plastic in this world before. But hey, it doesn't neccessarily mean that the current residents can actually *create* it. It might be remains from the Ancient Kingdom! After all we know that plastic can take up to 500 years (or even 1000 years, according to some sceptics) to break up and it never fully decomposes. This one though looks very well preserved, maybe it was stored in some safe place?

Still, if Sanji knows what plastic is, it means it's still being used, right? I still wonder if it means they can still produce it or not.

Someone who likes to watch animals and people trapped in the block world... a sick hobby... remember this bit of info, we will need it in a second.

Also, Usopp, please, there might be more possible explanations to this situation! Don't disappoint me like that!

Is it just me or is that door kinda unusual? Why the Z shape? And here comes our sun god. I guess whatever we expected, it wasn't THIS. What is that? Wendigo?? Or... Elias, is that you?!

This is Elias for all of you who never read this pretty fun series. He's a sorcerer. Curiously enough, his One Piece twin also has a sorcerer's staff. Is it a crossover? (yeah, no way, Oda doesn't do that XD but it's worth mentioning that the anime adaptation of The Ancient Magus Bride was done by the studio that is responsible for One Piece anime remake :D). But wait, before I jump too far away from One Piece, I need to show you all something. Because we MIGHT have seen that guy before once!

Here, at God Valley! He was an unnamed member of the God's Knights! Is it the very same guy? Is it his son/other family member? Or is there a whole cult of them? Does it mean we will finally learn more about God's Knights perhaps?! Also, since he's carrying a sorcerer's staff, does it mean we will finally learn more about magic in One Piece's world?!

Did he summon Strawhats' ship with magic and that's why they're now in this weird place? Did he shrunk Strawhats with his magic as well??

Also few other things to note here: 1. there are multiple, same looking doors in that corridor. I wonder what's behind others... even worse hobbies? 2. There's obviously a very human-looking face/eye behind that skull mask. 3. If it's indeed a God's Knight, that would explain Zoro's comment from before. "Someone's sick hobby". We saw another example of a sick hobby God Knights and World Nobles engaged themselves in: hunting for human "rabbits" at God Valley (and possibly many other, unfortunate places in the world). Speaking of which, I wonder if they still continue doing this kind of cruel entertainment games, even to this day? But of course it's never reported in the news so we would have no idea.

And now let's progress to my new favourite part, pointing out inconsistencies in Strawhats! Just like in my last commentary to previous chapter 1127 (leaving you with link in case anyone's interested), the Strawhats still show some odd behaviour (though it's not obvious at first glance). This time I won't focus on equipment going missing, but I do want to point out one thing:

I dunno how come people didn't notice it, but Luffy apparently does have his strawhat, it's not missing! Like yeah, in last chapter it wasn't there, but in this chapter there are a few shots when it's visible. And since we're speaking of Luffy...

Isn't this like the first time Luffy went into Gear 5 and didn't faint or get hungry or get "old" and exhausted after using it? He's completely fine this time around. Odd. This is definitely the first time it happened. Also poor cat.

"I'm still full from the rabbit"... This is not the Luffy I know xD

Nami charging people for skinship? Yeah, totally normal and to be expected... for everyone BESIDES Chopper. Allow me to refresh your memory below:

Nami had no problem bathing in front of Chopper, she even invited him indirectly to *join in*. In one of the SBS corners Oda wrote this as well:

"Chopper gets invited to bathe with the ladies a lot". Which means Nami would never charge Chopper any money for just a hug or even if Chopper saw her naked. The answer to "why" is simple really. It's because Chopper is a reindeer and doesn't have pervy thoughts about human females, that's why Nami and Robin feel safe being naked around him, hugging him etc.

So this is not exactly correct Nami's behaviour here. Now, let's look at Sanji:

Nothing seems out of order, right? Except the fact that Sanji doesn't sense women in trouble with his nose or his observation haki. It's actually thanks to this:

His sense of hearing. He hears people in distress even from far away. He hears "lady's tears falling". It's been always consistent. So Sanji is using wrong sense up there!

I feel like this scene exists only for Oda to remind viewers that Sanji should be afraid of bugs, so they can compare this moment with the one from the previous chapter, in which he claims they should eat the bees. Seems like Oda wants us to catch on to all those inconsistencies, huh.

The same here, Oda reminds us Usopp is usually very observant and sceptical, and he did not behave this way in previous chapter at all.

Also I totally agree, there's no way giants would have clothes ready at disposal in Strawhats sizes, haha. This almost counts as a 4th wall breaking comment ;)

And again, this is how Usopp usually acts: afraid, would rather take a safe route instead of risking a confrontation. Don't tell me Usopp became a brave warrior of the seas when I wasn't looking, come on. This here is the Usopp I know! Not the one from previous chapter who decided to test out if the illusion is real or not on himself!

Meanwhile, this throws me off. "I totally lost my cool"? Where's my Usopp's tall tale? Where is him trying to say he fought bravely, but the enemy did a dirty trick on him, and he lost in an unfair fight? Where's him blaming it all on Nami that he fell into a trap? Come on, Luffy asks him for a reason here, he believes in many lies of Usopp's, after all. He expects Usopp to brag, but what we get instead? An answer that sounds like truth instead. Since when is Usopp telling us truth?! That is blasphemy to his name!

Here, a comparison to Dressrosa. Usopp will always lie, no matter what. Unless he actually does some brave thing, then he will keep quiet about it and keep it to himself. But that's not the case with the cat. Also please note how Usopp blamed everything and everyone but *himself* when he leaves his friends in the dust. "Someone needs to survive to tell the tale", "This is all Franky's fault!", "I can't die over a little white lie!".

Yeah, whatever the deal is with that answer Luffy received, this is NOT the Usopp I know. Usopp telling the truth, tsk. I'm not accepting any of it!

Meanwhile we have Zoro and I still couldn't find anything wrong with him. Even though it amuses me to no end whenever he talks about "no idea which way the sea is". Zoro, Zoro, you never know where anything is anyway :D

All his comments seem accurate, including the scene with him itching for a fight, and he is very attentive, sensing any enemies/strangers nearby, as always.

I also couldn't find anything wrong with Chopper either. Nice that we found him finally! It's interesting he was the only one out of the diorama (a "temple" it is, apparently, huh) and apparently he had a collar on? None of the animals in the lego city wore any collars, so I guess that was only to prevent Chopper from running away. I wonder what the sorcerer wanted to do with him? Maybe turn him into one of the gods of the lego city? Since Chopper is an animal as well. What would his name then be? Perhaps the Antler God ;)?

I didn't mention it in the last chapter, but the "RPG" title is very fitting! It feels a bit like Strawhats are inside a game of some sort, with random enemies spawning. Ofc our pirates fit very well for the RPG heroes team in some fantasy realm :D even lego bricks and escape room mystery vibes fit the game idea!

Are those high heels btw? XD not judging him/her/they or anything lol.

Anyway, that's all for now. I still have no clue where we are exactly and I love the mystery :D the "temple" bit sure is so curious, but I won't pretend I have any clue about what's that about just yet. I'm still hoping for some trolls magic shanenigans though. Even if they're not trolls like I thought they are, the possibility of impostor Strawhats is still not dismissed ;)

I did enjoy their banters a lot in this chapter :D especially Luffy rushing to the "no one returned back from there" temple. Reminds me of that bridge in Dressrosa and "no one returned back to tell the tale" bit which scared everyone off besides Law and Robin haha.

Is the sorcerer somehow related to the "Green Fairy" alcohol? Maybe that's the origin of the "hallucinations" giants spoke about, a sorcerer kindapping chosen few who drank the alcohol, playing with them, and then returning some later when he gets bored, making it all seem like a prank? He does not look like the type who puts people back in the places they came from tho... if his comment of "I'm not letting you escape!" is anything to go by.

Can't wait for the next chapter!

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louislovesdilfs · 1 year ago

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Homesick

this is a Doctor who fanfic, it's almost like a big experiment that I'm doing with a lot, LIKE A LOT, of theories or headcanons in it, crucial to this story (not all of them but whatever). I will put every source I use in this fics and if this series continues they will be A LOT. today's source tho it's just one @/whynotjohnlock I took something from them so thank you for the informations. There are some "uncanny valley" references but I tried to explain them as best as I could, let's just say it's full of nerd stuff and it will only get worst :)

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pairing: 9th Doctor x reader (will eventually become 10th later on.)

English is not my first language so I apologise for the mistakes.

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The street Y/n is walking in makes him nauseous, he saw that street so many times...the buildings, the houses, the people...all the same all the time, it's like living a nightmare: 20 years always in the same place with the same faces and the same dreams, dreams that not even he can believe.

Y/n lights up a cigarette letting the smoke fill his lungs and brain, it's poisonous yet it feels so good, the way his brain gets dizzy everytime the smoke gets in his body it's what he needs, it's the best feeling he can get in that small town somewhere.

He looks at the too familiar place with dead eyes, not even an emotion, maybe disgust for the place, he knows he will die in the same house he grew up in, like all the people in that fucking place, he will die sad and alone like his father before him, and the father of his father; lonliness and bad behaviour run strong in his family, as much as he hates it he is his parents' son, he has the same destructive, hot tempered and maybe pessimistic side of his father but the horrible, pathetic, useless kind heart his mother had..great woman his mother, always there to help the others until one day she helped the wrong person.

The street is looking as he remembers except for a tiny little detail, there's a phone box hidden in an alley, he has seen that alley a million times before but that blue box? it appeared from no where, almost a glitch in the matrix, he thinks; he's such a nerd.

Y/n steps closer carefully looking in case the owner is around, he feels the blue wood on his fingers genlty caressing it with his right hand, it's almost like the blue box can feel it, Y/n can swear he saw it light up for a tiny second. He steps away shaking his head, the door of the box is locked, he does take a picture tho, unusual to see something like that, it brought up feelings Y/n forgot he had.

"and who are you?" A voice behind him makes him flinch for a second, he never heard that voice before, Y/n turn around trying to go back to his stern look rather than the curiosity that made his face soften making him look like a kid.

"Is that yours?" Y/n asks crossing his arms, the man is wearing a big leather jacket and he's almost bald with a really noticeable nose, but overall he looks attractive Y/n has to be honest with himself

"answering a question with a question?" The man smirked in a sort of cheeky way, not arrogant even if it seemed that way

"avoiding to answer the question?" Y/n shot back tilting his head slightly, the man was a bit taller than him, probably much older, his eyes were at least, to the point where his face didn't match them.

"that is mine" the man answered in a calm tone, he looked weird tho, he didn't fit in properly, he was an english guy with a northern accent owner of a blue box in a hidden alley. Y/n looks at him suspiciously, his mind racing trying to think about what could be in that blue box, the most stupid reason comes to his mind but it's too late to stop his own mouth.

"what do you hide there? drugs? It won't take long for someone to notice it, it's a small town people talk." Y/n says looking around the alley but apparently there was nobody except for them, the man looks at Y/n puzzled and then speaks

"will you talk?" he asks waiting for an answer, Y/n raises his eyebrows, he was so weird, yet fascinating.

"no.." Y/n answers unsure looking between the man and that blue box

"great then, see ya" he says entering the blue box, but he leaves the door open, Y/n looks around the box, he hears noises coming from inside, he takes a look not sure what to expect but anything was better than the usual.

The blue box was bigger on the inside, Y/n couldn't believe his eyes, he steps in rapidly scanning the place and taking information, he processes everything as fast as he can but he feels his mind about to explode; the man is going around the console pressing buttons untill he notices the young man and smirks

"do you always come in when you're not invited?" he asks looking at Y/n with the same smug face as before

"do you always leave the door open for strangers?" He answers back quickly, too busy wondering around with his eyes to pay attention to the man

"this is the TARDIS, Time And Relative Dimension In Space" he explains crossing his arms and leaning on the console

"I was going to say bigger on the inside but.." Y/n starts to walk around biting his lower lip to think "maybe pocket dimension, this TARDIS is probably on another plane of existence or does it expand this one?" Y/n asks but wasn't waiting for an answer he just keeps thinking stopping sometimes humming a bit and then keeps talking

"if it travels in the fourth dimension, commonly known as time then it has the ability to change its weight and size...even appearance" he kept going mostly talking to himself

"it needs an incredible amount of power...a star maybe, a black hole even if less likely..fascinating tho, this can't be human and neither can you" He turns to the man who had a surprised look rather than a smug one, even a little bit amused by the man wondering around his TARDIS

"almost like uncanny valley just less scary I guess, my brain recognised you as an human being, yet something about you seemed off even if I couldn't recall what was it," Y/n affirms tilting his head to the side, that's what he always does when he's pointing out or suspecting something or at least that's what the man in the leather jacket noticed about him.

"so, what's your name?" he finishes getting closer to the man

"The Doctor" he answer with a tiny smirk crossing his arms in front of Y/n

"Doctor who?" Y/n asks raising his eyebrows, 'The Doctor' chuckles, he heard that question a lot Y/n thinks,

"just The Doctor" He says smiling at Y/n, a wide smile impressed by the younger man knowledge

"apparently you don't need me to explain how the TARDIS works.." he says while Y/n shrugs

"I failed physics 4 times, I know it by heart now" he explains in a low tone as if someone else could hear him and call him a nerd.

"you want to see it in action?" The Doctor says pressing some buttons as Y/n tryes to play it cool and hide the excitement

"is that even a question?" he just says screaming internally, finally something different, he can't believe he is leaving that small town, this can't be real, he might have bumped his head and now he's in coma.

"where are we going?" Y/n asks still focusing on the Doctor's movement, which buttons he presses and when, he can almost feel the levers and buttons under his fingers, he wants to drive the TARDIS, just to know how it feels like.

"anywhere you li-" as The Doctor tries to finish the sentence the TARDIS shakes making both of them fall to the ground, Y/n bumps his head as he groans in pain raising his hand to reach his head.

As the TARDIS stops Y/n stands up still holding his head massaging it and then turns to The Doctor with a stern look

"who gave you the licence, a fucking monkey? no not even a monkey, they would drive it better!" Y/n complains but the other man doesn't listen to him, instead he steps outside with a courious look on his face, Y/n follows him mumbling things under his breath

"we're in London?" he says looking around, Y/n scoffs

"anywhere in time and space and you bring me in London...in 2005!" he whines following the man in the city, Y/n clearly doesn't fit in, with his earrings and general piercings he looks like the lost member of the Tokyo Hotel however he tries to let the weird looks from the people slide for now,

"I didn't bring you here, the TARDIS brought us here for some reason," The Doctor answers

From that moment on things happen, they meet Rose,she's great and Y/n likes her. they fight with mannequins and a disgusting looking thing, Mickey is there too, not as great as Rose but whatever. It's time to go, Y/n knows the Doctor wants to take Rose with him, something is going on, it's clear in their eyes. Mickey is hiding behind a pallet, pathetic, Y/n thinks but doesn't say anything about it.

"a lot of good you were" Rose says looking at the man who's leaning on the TARDIS doorway, Y/n is outside, watching the scene carefully, his bleeding due to scratches on his face he tried to clean them with a tissue but that's what he gets for starting a fight with mannequins.

"Nestene Consciousness? Easy" he says with a smug smirk, Rose and Y/n let out a scoff

"you were useless in there, you'd be dead if it wasn't for me"

at the end of it Rose runs in the TARDIS, The Doctor smiles widely running to the console, even Y/n let's out a little smile looking at Rose, letting her know he's happy she came with them.

"Right then, Rose Tyler, you tell me. Where do you want to go? Backwards or fowards in time. It's your choice. What's it going to be?" The Doctor asks turning to Rose while Y/n quickly turns to him with a annoyed face,

" hey! what about me?" he says, after all he still didn't get a trip, or well he did but in London, 2005...that could've gone a bit better honestly.

"I don't talk to people with a black eye" he says turning to Y/n who mumbles "wait until I get you a black eye"

After the end of the earth, Y/n feels bad, mostly because Rose was so sentimental and sad of watching the earth get burned, he insisted watched, he watched with relief, the place that hurt him many many many years ago is burning down, he's watching it burn down. Rose calls her mom, she feels homesick, she doesn't want to look at it, Y/n tho he is watching every second of it, he's silent, his hands in his pockets, his face still bruised by the first trip, in his eyes the reflection of his world burning but no sign of sadness, to be clear no sign of anything. Rose's homesick, Y/n's home makes him sick.

The Doctor notice it, he sees the difference between his two new companions, he sees the difference in how they perceive things, when they killed Cassandra, Rose knew it was the right thing and maybe was even ok with it, Y/n wasn't, he glanced at The Doctor with rage and disappointment, how could he kill someone so easily? The Doctor tries to put a hand on Y/n shoulder but doesn't, instead Rose talks while watching the asteroids

"The end of the Earth. It's gone. We were too busy saving ourselves. No one saw it go. All those years, all that history, and no one was even looking. It's just" Rose stops not able to continue, The Doctor shifts his gaze from Y/n to Rose smiling as he easily understand her better than he can understand him.

"come with me" he says heading back to the TARDIS with rose following him, Y/n tho stays still amd that's when Rose notices the white knuckles of the man getting white while his fists get tighter,

"Y/n, you're coming?" she asks touching the man's arm lightly almost afraid, his hand relaxes as he looks at her trying to fake a calm expression as his gaze softens

"sure," he nods forcing his lips to curve in a smile.

They're back in London standing in the crowd, kids crying, people yelling and all that, Y/n sighs looking around, he doesn't understand if he's as relieved as Rose at the sight of normality but for now he turns to the other two as the Doctor begins to speak

"You think it'll last forever, people and cars and concrete, but it won't. One day it's all gone. Even the sky. My planet's gone. It's dead. It burned like the Earth. It's just rocks and dust before its time." he says opening up, Y/n remembers what they said, the last of his kind, he listens closely not talking or interrupting, he just listens to the man.

"I'm a Time Lord. I'm the last of the Time Lords. They're all gone. I'm the only survivor. I'm left travelling on my own 'cos there's no one else." he continues after Rose asked a few questions

"you have me, us" she corrects herself looking at Y/n, he looks at her and The Doctor nodding even if he knows it's not how Rose thinks, it's cute how she thinks that enough but it's not, The Doctor is alone, he doesn't have anyone to share his grief with, as much as we try no one could understand his feeling, he's alone, he will always be alone no matter how many companions he has no one will ever fill that void, Y/n knows as he looks in The Doctor's eyes and The Doctor knows too as he look at Y/n almost like he read his thoughts

"You've seen how dangerous it is. Do you want to go home?" The Doctor asks the both of them but mostly looking at Rose, she hesitates for a few second but before she can answer Y/n speaks

"I want chips, who's with me?" he says as the other two laugh and nod

"chips it is then" The Doctor says and Rose takes his arm looking up at him

"Right then, before you get me back in that box, chips it is, and you can pay." she says chuckling slightly flirting with the man

"no money" he answered and Y/n let's out a light scoff almost like a chuckle

"my treat," he says looking at the two

"see that's a gentleman" Rose jokes nudging The Doctor

"yeah, he almost won me" The Doctor says and Y/n winks at him

the three laugh heading to get chips before going back in the TARDIS for another adventure.

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terrence-silver · 2 years ago

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How would Terry react to Beloved being a doctor?

The title of Dr. sounds amazing attached to the surname of Silver.

Doctor Silver.

That is, when and when beloved becomes quite literally his.

Which they will be.

They already are.

Beloved is accomplished and educated by their own merit and Terry will be damned if he doesn't covet that and he'll be also damned if he doesn't add to those accomplishments himself so beloved would be intrinsically interwoven with him in every semblance of their medical career, private life and all their dealings, attached to him legally as much as they are emotionally, unable to ever leave in the worst case scenario --- a smart investment for the future. A private clinic of the most exclusive sort opened somewhere in The Valley so they can conduct business with Terry's own guidance, knack for finance and kickstarting franchises? Maybe even several clinics? Hey, how about as many clinics as there are Cobra Kai dojos to cover as much field as possible, because the more land Terry owns over anyone and everyone else, the better? Check! A carefully selected staff employed by Mr. Silver himself to aid along with beloved doing what they do and, hey, if need be, report back to him on what beloved does all day, outside, you know, all those security cameras that are all around the place of employ? Check! Marketing billboards all around the country, so many in fact, until they kick out all other competition and Cobra Kai and private hospital centers under the name of Silvermedic is all one can see driving down the highways of California and beyond? Check! Commercials...of course, without beloved's face (or even full name) anywhere to be seen or precisely outlined, because he might promote their business (now co-joint venture) but he doesn't want to promote them. The thought makes him, well, I daresay, livid?

Speaking of, after a while, all his charity takes a wrong turn.

It sours in its own intent.

He can be as generous under the right circumstances as he is selfish.

Terry, he builds up beloved's business and gifts it to them and then promptly realizes, somewhere along the way, that he rather doesn't enjoy beloved giving all that attention and empathy to all those...people. Touching them. Looking at them. Someone looking at beloved. Spending entire shifts surrounded by anyone and everyone who isn't him. Listening to their nonsense problems and fixing them. Listening to their heartbeat with a stethoscope. Tracing the outline of their spinal cord during a check up and mulling over results for hours and hours. Wasting time with broken bones, eczema, unhealthy organs and shanenigans. No, no. It is far too intimate. Far too close for comfort. As I always say, Terry can get behind kindness as an idea, but only if it is directed towards him and mainly him, with extremely small exceptions, so yeah, beloved can be kind and empathic and helpful, but only towards the one and only Terry Silver. What's this with them having...patients? Sure, he always knew they'd have patients, but theory is always different from practice and his hidden, cold jealousy blinds him. Should he do what he did to Mike Barnes' furniture store and just burn down the very clinics he bankrolled, one by one? No, that would make beloved unhappy even if they never discovered these weren't freak accidents during the summer height of California's humid and hot drought season where, lo and behold, conveniently, forest fires are frequent and bullshit happens. No. Maybe Terry can suggest the employment of more doctors, to help beloved, slowly, within due time, until beloved can easily retire from the very chain of businesses intended for them. And they can retire content thinking that everything is settled, never realizing how much of a tactical manoeuvre this all was and that Terry effectively very smoothly and quietly had them removed from their own position as the main doctor of this great line of institutions. Money is rolling in, business is big and blooming and they don't even have to be at work anymore because someone else does it for them.

Isn't that a dream? Well, isn't it?

A war won without a single shot fired for Terry.

Isn't that great?

He gave beloved an immeasurable gift in the form of over, lets say, fifty or so clinics all around the country...and then he retired them too because being a doctor is backbreaking word in the words of a manipulator trying to very sweetly coax beloved to his side. Now, Terry can both be the best, most generous and helpful significant other that ever was and also have beloved entirely for himself. That PhD of beloved's can be just...tucked away and retired too.

#silvermedic is a great name for some high end beverly hills medical facility #terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #doctor!reader #doctor!beloved #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #yandere

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ouraniatm · 2 years ago

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@musicalpriestess (aka datentm) asked: today was a special day to the heir prince of briar valley, as it was the day that his beloved was born into the world and graced his long life with excitement and new experiences. even though cora would be most opposed to any attention directed towards her, malleus would be remiss if he didn’t have a celebration of her birth on this day. even if he couldn’t have a grand party in her honor, she compromised with a small group of close friends of theirs. nevertheless, malleus would pull cora aside to present her the gift he had for her. ‘ happy birthday, cora, my dear. i know you don’t usually have something as this but i thought it fitting, nonetheless. ’ he handed her a small, blue velvet case that hidden inside was an intricately shaped multicolored gem that hailed from his homeland upon a beautiful silver ring. ‘ you may wear it upon your finger, as a necklace, or however you wish. but this gemstone is much like you, a multifaceted person of wonderful colors. ’

most wouldn't go too far for cora, someone who was the type to sneer at you just for looking at her. even for her birthday, there were fewer students who approached her simply to congratulate her just because it was mandatory...and those students were from her own dorm. some of them gave her gifts, sure, but they weren't too much - not that she cared much, either...some, however, would be more excited for this day than she was, ever. one of them was malleus, himself. it was odd to have the prince of briar valley try his damnedest to throw a celebration for cora, despite her obvious reluctance, but hey...if she managed to come back from the dead, then anything is possible.

in the end, cora went along with a small party at ramshackle, with those closest to them in attendance ( it was mostly malleus' usual group, sans for silver and jamil who were her friends, oddly enough ). while everyone had a merry old time with each other, she was pulled from prying ears and eyes by malleus to be given a gift of his own. color her curious, this time around, as she takes the case with small hint of wariness. ❛ hahhh...this is gonna be something way over the top, i just know it. ❜ it just fit his nature, after all.

once opening it, cora is rendered silent when gazing upon the unfamiliar gem, it's many colors glazing upon her eyes and simple design of the silver ring clearly surprising her. well, damn, so much about her "over the top" comment, she thought to herself before looking back at malleus with a small scoff at his following comment. ❛ you sure got an interesting take on "wonderful colors", horn boy...what's next, i'm some kinda rare gem, too? yeah, right... ❜ she chuckles mid sentence, small smile creeping along her lips. if you looked closely, you'd see small hints of pink dusting her cheeks, as well. ❛ well, whatever, i'll hold onto it, maybe put it on my computer desk...dunno if i'll ever wear it, jewelry's kinda not my thing, but...i guess it looks beautiful. ❜ pausing for one moment, cora looks back down at the ring...this time, her expressing seeming only a tad gentler - the look only someone who ever gave a damn for her would ever see. ❛ ...heh... thanks, malleus...~ ❜

happy (belated) birthday, cora (19/07)!

#⟪ answered. ⟫ ever heard of text messaging?#datentm #⟪ otp. datentm. ⟫ cora o. & malleus d.#hope u dont mind me mentioning ur other blog???? MDFKGMKMGMKTGTMG #WELL W/E! WOW WHAT AN ACHIEVEMENT! U GOT HER TO LOOK FIVE PERCENT SOFTER #very few ppl can achieve that you know1!!!!!

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Forget Everything You Thought You Knew: 5 Hidden Tech Revolutions Happening Now!

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korewritingandstuff · 2 years ago

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Violent Struggles

I don't know if this is out of character, I just know I tried to do it helplessly romantic.

At the day, the distractions are rarely enough to keep him away from the temptations that the cold space at his side is causing him; but now, covered by the darkness of the night, there's nothing to shut up the constant cries of his heart, there's nothing between him and his desires to run away to Alexander's side.

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He feels the time as a delicate and fragile thing that escapes through his fingers, it is felt as fragments of a vivid dream which doesn’t end of capturing him; in the strange intervals of time when John hears his heart instead of his focused mind, he just can find the infinite longing to run away to any place where Alexander is, to take him with all the sweet and rough rites of love; in some way, the feeling is as painful as sweet. A silent but constant yearning, hidden in the less viewed parts of his heart, the unseen places that can just be seen by the Alexander’s playful eyes and can just be touched by his tender hands.

In a situation where John cannot forget the miles between them, the longing is felt as a sweet feeling, the longing is the smallest piece of Alexander he can get.

And despite the work is abundant, despite working is what’s right, his heart is becoming every day noisier and weeper for Alexander. Occasionally, John will feel especially weak, while he checks wrinkled and inked papers he cannot help the apparition of an unwary thought escaping from the rigid walls of his mind: that a single second with Alexander would be more valuable than all the work in his hands.

But, before taking a horse and running away to Valley Forge starts to sound logical, he will go with Ternant to complain about his painful situation, maybe; in the best of the cases, if he shares his pain, it will be less pain to suffer.

“Ternant, could you ever try to understand my sorrow?” And, despite he feels his heart as an open and bleeding wound, all exposed to the world, Ternant just looks at him with a sympathy look.

“Is this the same sorrow whose you have complained since your arrival?” Ternant asks humbly, his attention between Laurens and paperwork.

“It is, but it’s getting unimaginably worse.”

“Why do you not write to him then? Letters are the best consolation when you miss desperately a beloved one” Poor Ternant, thinks Laurens, he isn’t a man who have ever suffered the virtues of love, and the pains of it.

“The letters are a new luxury” Snorts Laurens.

“How’s that?” Ternant asks, and the kind of expression in his face looks as if a good joke was just told.

“The duties are increasing, and I’m afraid if I let myself look at the letters every time I miss him, I wouldn’t write a word related to our responsibilities, never more.”

“And wouldn’t your Hamilton be pleased by such amount of letter being written to him?” Ternant tries to joke.

Laurens sights, “the letters are a consolation, but every day are a feebler consolation” And Laurens doesn’t admit the truth, how despite his honor, his desires, how despite his great desire of fighting for his homeland, everything looks to be reduced to a pathetic and tiny thing when it’s compared to a moment at the side of Hamilton, how every thing that war could promise him is reduced to nothing when is compared to a moment in Hamilton’s embrace.

“It is a pity that you aren’t the one going to Valley Forge then, it must be me who communicates him your intrusive desires of flying at his side” Says Ternant, still fluttering through the room, the comment is light and poorly serious, but for Laurens, it's enough to be hopeful.

“Would you do it? Tell him how much I miss him?” Asks Laurens, and despite the paper of cupid isn't what Ternant was planning for his travel, he has seen Laurens wallowing and get muddy of sadness, he's his friend; and if the way of lighten up his pitied is sending sweet words to his boy; well, Ternant can accept the work.

"Are you asking me to be ton marieur?"

"No, maybe being an Hermes would be fairer? You just have to send a message."

“A message between lovers; please dear Laurens, have some pity of your friend and do not send him too passionate words by your poor friend" Jokes Ternant, even when the generous amount of praises about Hamilton he's heard would be classified as more than improper for any other man.

“You can communicate him some military affairs, if that makes less heavy your duty" Says Laurens kindly.

"I'm not sure if your Hamilton will care as much about military matters as about yourself."

"If you're so kind with us, you'll comment him about the black plan; but, naturally, you'll have to extend yourself about how much I miss him; since you're a good friend of us: reproach him, his remember hasn't stop to ambush me and he's too darling to ignore" Explains Laurens, smiling softly, his eyes lost in the horizon, in the little point where Valley Forge should be, the Valley Forge where Alexander miss him.

"Reproach him" Repeats Ternant, stoping a single moment just to give Laurens a blank stare.

“Affectionaly, of course, it's a reproach for being lovely"

“Do you think he will send you his reproaches for talking infinitely about him while the poor Ternant works so hardly?" Says with his voice full of fun.

Laurens sights, "If there's some scolding from his part, it will be about my lack of writing, give him my excuses for that" Laughs him, "I'll send him a letter with you, otherwise, his scoldings will be for you for arriving with empty hands."

Ternant sights

"But do not make him think I haven't properly work here, even when his absence is distracting all my thoughts, I haven't abstent myself of putting my efforts here.

“Even when your distraction have been evident for the poor Ternant?" Adds the poor Ternant grumbling, knowing by first hand how by every day that passes, Laurens looks fuller of sights and longing glazes.

"Send him my love" Continues Laurens as a late idea.

Ternant sighs, half laughing.

"Something else?" Laurens and Hamilton are his friends, Laurens is one of his dearest friends and if a way of rejoicing Laurens is being his carrier pigeon, Ternant won't say no.

He wouldn't ever say no, Laurens wouldn't have shared the yearning cries of his chest if there's some chance of the contrary; it's thanks to the delicate compression between them both (forged by a shared secret) that Laurens gives him the privilege of knowing about his endolori et aimé coeur.

When Laurens considers Ternant knows the necessary, he retires; initially, he plans going to sleep peacefully, remove his uniform and rest, maybe write a letter for Hamilton in the morning or read his letters again.

However, while more he stays in that room, lonelier he feel; the room is painfully silent, almost a hostile territory without the noisy snores of Alexander; the blankets terribly cold without the warmth presence of Hamilton impractically tangled in them.

It's painful to see- It's painful to live in that quiet room, being the only shape lightened by the candle; while he lays on the bed, alone and empty, his chest is surprised by a terribly truth, that with the absence of Alexander, there's just a lot of unfilled holes around him, nothing to hold in his arms, nothing to caress with his hands, nothing to adore with his lips and nothing to appreciate with his eyes.

What's most painful of that, it's the realization that the only thing that can fill all the holes around him, it's Hamilton, his Alexander, so far from him.

He turns off the candle (Alexander would be already huddled against him, complaining about the cold and joking dumbly about the ways they should warmth the other) when all the feelings of loneliness that he accumulates through the day overwhelm him, no callous hand to hold under the table, no mischievous smile waiting for him in the bed.

And it the middle of the night, where taking a horse and flying to the camp it's the most tempting thing in the whole earth; the only thing which stops him are his dreams trapping him.

Luckily, his dreams are the closest thing he has to flying somewhere close to Alexander's heart.

#historical lams #historical john laurens #historical alexander hamilton #one shot #I cannot say if i like or dislike this one #feel free to destroy this if you wish to

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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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Hi Wifey!! Congrats on 2k I’m so proud 🥺😫💖 anyways I would love a smut number 3 with Bakugou, Ushijima and Bokuto plleeeaaasssee my darling -✨Puppy🤩

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?”

Fem. anatomy!

genre: smut

characters: Bakugou, Ushijima, Bokuto

cw: public sex

an: i totally forgot to post this yesterday lol

Bakugou Katsuki

The Back Alley

Patrol is simultaneously the best and worst part of being a pro hero.

Some days it was where most action happened and it was nice to see some fans every once in a while. Others, it was the most boring experience of his life, no villains, no robberies, not even a purse snatcher!

The plus-- if he could even call it that-- was that he was alone today. So what does a bored man do whilst they are alone? Scroll through all of his hidden photos for every single video or picture that you're stuffed with his cock.

Now not only was he bored and alone; but also horny and has a lot of time on his hands. He could approach this two ways; stop watching videos of his cock pounding you to hell as you cream like a whore for him and calm down or send you his location and fuck you agist the wall of the alley he currently resided.

The morally challenged being he was, choosing the latter was not difficult.

“Katsuki! Are you ok? You just said to come as soon as possible, you scared me!” your voice rang ten minutes after his cryptic text.

“Fine, just c’mere.” he led you into the small distance between buildings, tucking your body into him. Within a moment his lips were on your neck, bringing to light the reason you were called here.

His hand finding its way to your clothed pussy, singling your clit out through the thin layers of your clothes. Almost melting into his touch, you almost completely forget that you’re standing within view of anyone who walks past.

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” you push yourself away from his hands only to be violently pulled back into him. This time, his fingers going beyond the bounds of your panties, thrusting a finger into your already dripping hole.

“Let them” he states maneuvering your shirt into your mouth as a makeshift gag as he pushes your bra below your tits, “plus, if you don’t want to then why is your cunt fucking dripping on my fingers?”

Switching your positions, he kicks your feet further apart trapping you between his body and the wall. Sliding his fingers out of your clenching walls, relocating to your clit you feel something much bigger press against your folds.

Letting you settle for a brief moment, he presses his entire length into your heat. Pulling his hips back only to fuck it back into you forces you further into the wall. You can feel the slick running down your thighs as the sound of skin slapping rings through the alley.

“Fuck, you’d let me use you anywhere, look at you getting dicked in an alley where anyone can walk by and see,” he growled, holding up your falling hips, pulling them into his hips forcing his cock deeper than he was.

Your orgasm overtakes you as your legs collapse into his hold, his thrusts becoming sporadic as he leans to your shoulder and bites down to prevent the groan as he cums in your spasming cunt. The mix of your cum drips down your folds as Bakugou slides your panties back up your leg.

“I’ll be home soon, be ready.” he kisses your cheek and sends you wobbling out of the darkness.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Celebratory Car Ride

Ushijima is a silent force.

Unless you can read stone, knowing what he wants is nearly impossible until he tells you. You had to give it to yourself, knowing him since you were kids makes you a bit better at reading him than others.

Still, at times his stare unnerves you just a bit.

Like when you had gone to his class for the lunch break and he didn't say a word for the first twenty-five minutes. You thought he was going to break up with you, for what? You had no idea, but maybe he was having second thoughts about you, you’d only been dating for three years--since the second year of middle school if that counts--, maybe he got bored. His stare cut through your very soul.

He had you in a full panic only to tell you how cute you looked in his jacket. It was adorable that he spent all that time just trying to talk to you, but it bothered you that he could make you panic like that with just a look.

Luckily, you made it past that stage of your relationship and understand that his stares are mostly sweet and he’s just trying to convey his emotion in a way that isn’t words.

But, even with all that, you had no idea what this stare was. If you could call it a stare, his eyes were following everywhere you went, which isn't the best considering this was one of the most important games in his career.

This stare was more intimidating. His lips pressed into a straight line, eyebrows tilted down, eyes seemingly looking right through you. It was his normal face but, he was sending chills through you every time you connected eyes.

They’d won, but Wakatoshi’s eyes didn’t lighten a bit, up close it sent waves of heat through your core. He looked at you like he wanted to swallow you whole.

“Wait for me in the car, I will be quick.” making due on his promise he meets you there a swift ten minutes later, surprising you when he swings the backdoor open. “Back here”

Following his command you slide next to him, a second after you’re throwing into his lap, hands already working to push your shorts out of his way. Not waiting a second before pulling your shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere into the front. Making quick work of your underwear by tearing it from your body, something you had stopped reprimanding him for, he’d buy you more if that’s what you wanted.

Watching him throw the shards to the side thrusts you back into the reality of where you are, “We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” you frantically begin to look at the vacant parking lot in case someone has already seen.

He answers you in silence and a mouth to your nipple, rolling it between his lips sucking like it would give him something. Placing you onto a thigh so he can release his cock from his shorts, moving your core over his tip.

“Who...who cares if they see. You are mine, they can watch all they want but they will never be able to touch.” his voice vibrates in his chest.

You breathe before Toshi pushes your body onto his, slamming his cock into your pussy. Running his hands along the curve of your waist his eyes train on how your head is thrown back as he presses against your cervix.

Not wanting you to wait, he lifts your hip then releasing letting gravity plunge you back onto his length. Taking control of the pace he begins to thrust up into you, his finger meeting with your clit, building the coil in your stomach.

Steading yourself on his shoulders, you angle your hips so his cock hits a particularly soft spot in your depths. Collapsing onto his chest he continues fucking your cream back into your pulsing hole, restuffing you with his load.

You close your eyes and feel yourself being covered with some jacket, then being moved to the front, waking up in your bed at home cuddled into your boyfriend's chest.

Bokuto Koutarou

Locker-rooms

Koutarou could convince you to do anything.

It was almost embarrassing at this point, you should really talk to him about it. You can remain strong when he’s not with you but the second he looks at you with those wide eyes and sweet smile, you fall apart. (like a nature valley granola bar)

So now you’re standing in front of the doors leading to the boy's locker room with an armful of random sweets to soothe your seemingly upset boyfriend. Knocking on the doors you hear him allow you to enter, immediately you see him lying over a bench.

“Are you ok, Kou?” you question only getting a peek of his eye before a wave to come closer. Once you were an arm's length of him he pulled you to lay over him. Wrapping him in your arms you ask what was so wrong to make him like this, but you only receive him pushing further into the crook of your neck.

Before you could ask again you feel a pair of lips sucking on your skin. Pushing his hands under your shorts.

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” pulling away you try to make a move to leave, stopped by his arms encircling your waist keeping you pressed onto his bulge.

“No! They won't come in I promise! We’ll be quick!’ he speaks as he starts pulling clothes from your body leaving you in a bra and pushes aside underwear. He barely gave you enough to realize he was lined up with your entrance.

Steadily fucking yourself onto him, his hands holding your hips almost bruisingly. Once you were fully situated on him, he switched your positions, throwing your legs over his built shoulders.

Bending an arm to lean on the lockers for leverage he pounded into your cunt, intertwining his other hand into your hair.

Fucking you through your orgasm, you clenched so hard he could barely move, your hole milking him for his load. Slumping over you he connected your lips in a sloppy, tired kiss, almost walking out of the room butt naked with you in his arms.

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What if...? Duskwood Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Because I'm writing another fanfic, I left this one, but I'm taking it back! .... Although I'm also writing another one, but for now, let's wait a bit for that one, hehe ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Macie POV* I had sent Mister Hacker a new photo of Hannah's cloud, but I hadn't received any messages. Should I go see him? I was supposed to wait for his instructions, but…

I watch Henry eat an endive leaf, looking at me with those beady black eyes. "Do you think it will be alright?" I ask him worried "When I quickly inspected the apartment I could see that everything seemed to be unused. Will he eat well? He doesn't look good either..." I could not help noticing the house where he was staying, it seems that the only use is for electricity, although it is not that I have noticed the rest of the rooms either. Will it have water? Or maybe he have to use a gym bathroom to shower?

I look at my kitchen and bite my lip wondering, should I… "No, focus, everything is professional, I must not be the one who takes care of him." Henry stands up, not understanding what I'm talking about. Lucky he's never going to tell. "Although... Maybe if he eats better, he won't seem so tired..." I say to myself "I'll see what I have to prepare." I open the fridge and look at the contents. Sure, if I hardly eat here. All I have is to make light dinners, how do I intend to prepare something good with this? "I'm going to have to go shopping." The next day I take the taper to work with the food that I have prepared for Mister Hacker. I left it in the fridge well hidden so no one sees it, but just in case I have put my name. "Have you brought food?" Lian asks me, rushing over to my table. "What's the matter? It's not that weird" I shrugged my shoulders trying not to give it importance "And you're spying on me?" "No, but I just passed by and I saw it" she crosses her arms with some papers in her hand "And? What do I need to know?" I roll my eyes. She may not be good at being an investigator, but she knows when something is about a man in the life of any friend of hers. I don't know how she does it, it's a strange gift. But I lie better. "I always go to eat at bars or restaurants, even the cafeteria here," I answered with a sigh. "I wanted to prepare something even just once, is it so rare?" "I guess sometimes home cooking is better," she replies, disappointed. "I was already getting my hopes up." "Hahaha, I'm sorry if you expected that I finally met someone-" "Perfect then!" she exclaims with a mischievous smile "Brian's co-worker is coming to the house tonight, so…" Oh God... She's starting. They all turn out in the end to be copies of her husband, but I can't say no to my friend. Or well, that I have a small hope that someone will become my ideal man, if she succeeded, maybe I can too. "Okay, I'm in," she finally replied. "I'll be there at eight." "But don't be late, okay?" She points her finger at me, almost accusatory "You know how men who work for Brian are, they hate to wait." "When have I been late?" This reminds me that I have yet to receive any messages since I've been here. With a ‘It does not serve as a clue’ it is enough. While I'm working, I get a text from Thomas. I look at him without understanding. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tomas Well? Macie Well what? Thomas Did you look at Hannah’s pictures? Do you recognize her? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Oh, right, I remember yesterday he told me to look at Hannah's photos to see if I knew her, but really, it doesn't ring a bell at all.Not someone I've seen around Colville, Valley Of Silence, or Duskwood. I've only been to Duskwood once and it was to get my car tire changed because I got a flat, I never even set foot in town. So, I have zero knowledge of Hannah or that she existed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Macie I really don’t know her Thomas Oh Yes All right ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I feel a little sorry. If I really knew her, I would have said it right away. Why hide it if I'm innocent? Not even the Hacker knows why I'm involved in this. "Ugh... Forget it, let's just focus on looking for Hannah, period." I say to myself, going back to work. When break time finally arrives, I let the food warm, looking inside my bag. Lucky that this time I bought normal magnets... Shame... I had to think of Henry right when I bought it... I hope he forgot and don't think that I don't take it seriously, I don't get to process everything that either I’m going through like the rest of the group. I had special heated bags to keep food warm while traveling on the bus. The least I want is for him to eat it cold. As I ride the bus, I take advantage of the fact that it's pretty empty to look for the next clue. All I can get is a photo of a cat looking at the camera, a light brown with darker stripes. Was it Hannah's cat? Doesn't look like a great clue. I go up the stairs a little nervous because of what happened yesterday. I'm sure he thinks I'm childish now, when I take investigations seriously. Even though I hadn't done one in years... I knock on the door and wait.I see that he has another black hoodie. If it weren't for the laces, I'd think it's the same one. "Hey, I was worried and…" I show him the bag with the food. It smells so good that even I'm hungry "I thought I could make you something to eat." He picks up the bag and looks at it, then at me. "Thank you, but why?" He steps aside to let me pass. "Please, don't mind what I'm going to say, but when I came, I noticed that the kitchen is not in use, so I thought that I could be kind and prepare something for you to eat." He leaves the bag in the small kitchen and continues to look at it. "Have you figured it out just by looking at it?" He asks, crossing his arms. His expression is pensive, he doesn't look at me. "Well, it's not like I’m a Sherlock Holmes, but everything is spotless," I answer, approaching him slowly "and does the town hall know that you're using these facilities?" He arches an eyebrow without answering me which is obviously a no. "Let me guess: If you tell me, you should kill me." "You're the detective, figure it out for yourself," he answers, holding his breath. Do he want to laugh? "But I do eat, I have a camp stove to heat precooked food-" "What? That's not healthy.” I try not to get excited. Now I worry more about him. "If we want to investigate, we must be energetic." Mister Hacker looks at me surprised. I want to take this investigation seriously and I don't want any of us to feel bad. I'll do my best so we can both focus. "As you please," he sighs, and his distant eyes are back. Sorry I didn't get back to you earlier" he returns to the computer, keeping his eyes on the screens "Discovery number three?" “Discovery number three." I get going pulling out the new magnets, swapping them with the new ones, adding new information from Jessy and Thomas's suspicion of me when he showed me the photos. I'm still missing Dan, Lilly and Richy. I haven't talked to them yet. "Hm…" I hear him make a throaty noise. I look over my shoulder and his serious expression makes me nervous. Not in a bad way— I will to extract useful information from these pictures." "Like what?" I close the marker and leave it on the board, turning around and approaching the table, crossing my arms curiously. "Metadata: Where were these pictures taken, when did Hannah load them into her cloud and so on." Well, that work looks perfect on him… Am I making a strange face while he talks? I really like the tone of his voice. He seems like he knows what he's talking about. "The more I know, the better." he sits up in his chair, holding up a finger like a professor explaining "Give me some time. One more thing" he starts typing on the computer and I receive a message from him. An ID: 47013 "The police are currently focused on Thomas, Hannah's boyfriend. You should focus on someone else."

I look at the number and then at him. "What do I do with the ID?" I ask, trying to get information out. "Add it as a contact. You will find the input field in the top roght corner of the message overview" I thought it would tell me who he was from. What a pity. He returns to his screen, falling silent. "Well, let's go..." I whispered, sitting me down at the desk. Mister Hacker looks at me and I look back at him "There is no other chair, or do you want me to sit on your lap?" "No." he answers quickly. "I guess you'll have to bring a chair too…" "Yeah, it'll be for the best if you don't want me on your desk sitting like an ornament." He exhales, as if he had laughed. I smile hearing him laugh, even a little. I decide to enter the ID, receiving Dan's chat. Right away he talks to me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dan Oh no No no no Macie I was told to add you Dan Huh? Who sent you after me? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I look at Mister Hacker before answering. "I think I'm going to be honest with him," I announce "I think that in this case it's not the time to cause problems." "As you please…" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Macie This ‘’Hacker’’ Dan Well Fuck it I don’t care Screw them And you leave me alone ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I stare at the screen surprised, have I done something to make him treat me like this? ”And that attitude? We're just trying to help.” I commented quietly, a little annoyed. I see that after a few seconds he is going to talk to Jessy about what I have written to him. It seems that Jessy is on my side from the way she writes to him. I can somewhat understand his reaction. The truth is that it bothers you to be added. When Thomas did it, I thought it might be a practical joke. I must not get excited, I must keep a cool head in this situation and understand it. A few seconds later, I receive a call from a stranger. I doubt whether to answer or not, but I think it must be important. So I answered. At first, heavy breathing is heard, but it speaks in a distorted voice. "Are you scared? I can see you…" I've never received a call like this before, I get nervous. How come the kidnapper has my number? I look at the Hacker who is concentrating on the computer. He couldn’t be the one to call me, unless he is handling the call from the computer, right? But I don't want to believe that, it would be ridiculous since we are investigating together, why do this to me? It would have been easier to have kidnapped me from the beginning. "Do you want me get you?" A shiver runs down my spine. It's a threat "Stay out of other people affairs." "Hey, are you here?" I ask, waking him from his computer concentration. I'm worried about what just happened. It had happened shortly after I saw Jessy and Dan's chat, but it's too much of a coincidence that it's Dan who called me, angry that I added him to the chat. "Yes" he looks up from the computer "Did you find anything out?" I look at my phone, terrified. "I… I got a threatening call." I answered, still not taking my eyes off the screen. "A threatening call?" From Mister Hacker's voice, he sounds more excited than worried. He gets up from the table, rushing over. His emotion doesn't help my worry "Macie, that was probably the kidnapper.” I look up at him and see how his emotion fades from his face when he sees me. It was one thing to investigate and quite another to be threatened. I see how he calms down little by little, showing an already more compassionate look "What did he say?" I try to compose myself a bit, I can't be like this if I want to help. I take a deep breath and answer. "That I should stay out other peoples affairs." "And what did he sound like?" I start thinking about what the voice sounded like. Only one example occurs to me. "Do you know Darth Vader?" His surprised look makes me calm down even more. I hope the example didn't sound too ridiculous, I can't think of another. "Hmm…" I see how he start to think. With a voice distorter, we can't do much. "Now what?" I put my phone in the pocket of my sweatshirt, waiting for an answer. "Now we’ll go on as before," he replies, returning to the desk and leaning on it. "This is a very positive incident." I analyze his words, understanding him. A hijacker would not threaten for no reason. It means we're close to something pretty big. "I think I know where you heading," I says, leaning against the wall as I consider the kidnapper's words now. "Keep going." the Hacker smiles at me. "He is afraid of me." "Exactly." He breaks away from the table and starts pacing the room as I add Dan to the board along with the rest of his friends. I finally had him. I only need Richy and Lilly. The only sounds in the room are his footsteps and the click of the marker. "And that's why he’s leaving his hiding place. His safehouse. That makes him vulnerable." I stop writing and he walks, looking at me with a satisfying smile. "This is a great opportunity for us." The sparkle in his eyes seems to be excited. Yes, it is true that it is something good, that means that it is someone who is aware of what I am doing, someone who could possibly know me, but of course... That doesn’t mean that I have not been threatened. "I hope you're right." I replied, hugging myself. "We are hard on his heels." The way he talks about it seems too confident, but it's then that he looks at me, as if something had clicked in his mind. "You can't trust anyone in this group" he points to the board, in an angry tone "Not a single one!" I look at the board: Jessy, Cleo, Thomas, Dan… At the moment there is still more information to be obtained. But... Is there a reason why I don't trust anyone? Does he know something but he can't pin it down? "Do you already suspect someone?" I ask curious. He's the one who's been watching the group, he must know better than me. His green eyes seem doubtful, as if he doesn't want to tell me. But in the end he speaks. "Yes." My breath hitches for a second, waiting for something else. "But I don't want to influence you too much.” I roll my eyes. I wouldn't cloud it, the more information, the more help I could have. "That's why I wouldn't ask you to tell me you suspicion if you already had one." "Right, there's still a lot of evidence to get." I turn to look at the blackboard, crossing my arms. It wasn't even complete yet. "We need to be careful with any accusations at this stage." He stands next to me and we both look at each other at the same time. "You have done very well so far. I was right about you." I smile at him proud to hear those words. A slight blush appears on her cheeks, which gradually spreads over her entire face. He clears his throat and walks away from her. "We’re gonna save Hannah!" he exclaims, returning to his computer. "You're too confident in my abilities." I commented, pulling myself closer again and sitting down at the desk. "You've found out that I don't use my kitchen," he lets out a slack laugh "you have a good deduction." "You don't have to have a good deduction to see that it's not being used." I wave my hand toward the kitchen. "If this is the kitchen, I don't want to know how the bathroom is." "Tell me you're not going to start cleaning it?" "Why? Don't you use it?" I asked, making a surprised sound. "If you're wondering if I can afford to shower long hours like a high-class person, no, I can't." "Because they would suspect that someone lives illegally on this apartment." "Precise. << Well, luckily he takes care of himself. Although from the face he has, it doesn't seem like he's resting well…>> My cell phone alarm rings. It's time for me to go back to work. I sigh turning it off. Back to the real world. To put it that way. "Are you leaving?" he asks me, looking up from the screen. "Yeah, why do you ask? Do you want me to stay longer?" I asked with a smile. "No, I think that's all for today." "Okay." I get up from the table grabbing my bag. "Next time I'll bring the chair, signed up for the list. Do you want me to prepare something special for you tomorrow?" "Macie, I really-" "I don't mind, seriously," I smiled kindly, "what do you want?" "I…" his green eyes seem to shine "I'll think of something." "Okay- oh! Not! I just remembered that I'm meeting tonight," I hit my forehead, remembering the promise I made to Lian "Don't you care that it's the day after tomorrow? I promise I'll make you something to eat." Mister Hacker sighs tiredly. I hope it doesn't overwhelm him. "Don't worry, you can cook whenever you want," he finally answers. "You already know that I-" "You can take care of yourself," I leads me to the door, thinking about the blind date tonight. I hope it goes well "Wish me luck, maybe today I will meet the man of my dreams." "Poor him with someone as bossy as you." he jokes, or so I think. "Yeah, very funny," I reply, rolling my eyes. "See you tomorrow, Mr. Hacker.” I wave goodbye and leave the apartment. It's like coming out of a portal to another dimension. On that apartament is the old Macie, the one who enjoyed mysteries. Outside of it, it's the one she leads a completely ordinary life, the one she keeps quiet about letting others walk all over her. I feel like I love the other dimension. I really liked it when he praised me. “Ah… My cheeks are burning,” I say to myself, with a small laugh. *Jake POV* When she leaves the apartment, I get up to get the food she has prepared for me.Inside it has bags that are heated for when some part of the body hurts, it seems that it has found another use for it to keep food warm. She even left a couple of cutlery for me. I take out the taper and when I open it, a delicious smell comes to me. I taste a bit, it's starting to get cold, I'll have to warm it up. "It's still good." I tell myself, as a smile escapes me. As I let the camp stove heat it up, I play with the rabbit magnet I picked up yesterday, tossing it into the air and catching it. I don't know why, but I kept it as a distraction. "Her face when he called her..." I try to remember her scared expression. I don't remember the last time I saw an expression like that, I felt bad for being excited for a second because of that call.. For some reason, I've felt the feeling of protecting her "No, it's wrong. Besides, she's here, not in Duskwood. Nothing will happen to her, I don't have to worry about this." I finish heating the food and begin to feed myself. Yes, it's delicious. It had been a long time since I had eaten something this good. What you have to eat precooked food. "So…A date…" I murmured, looking at the magnet, as if he represented her. "It shouldn't bother me, it's her private life." That's when I fall for something. "Wait a minute, the rule that she had to let me know if she was coming or not has been broken." I say annoyed. In the end, I end up smiling without realizing it. It had been nice to see her by surprise. Chapter 4

#Duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood thomas #duskwood dan #duskwood fanfic #everbyte

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viridiave · 4 years ago

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Daylight Prairie- Creatures of the Light (lore dump)

I've had a couple of theories and headcanons stirring around my head regarding Prairie for a while now- so right here we're gonna tie some of them together cuz I haven't lored in a good long while XD

Note- btw I'm not part of beta so this is purely just me- a crackhead- putting together a crackpot narrative. SOME spoilers for Eden are present.

okay these guys drive me fucking nuts

We barely know anything about these guys- and what little we do know is derived purely from their closed off uh... Worshipping space. Look at this freaking thing.

In the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by clouds for miles. Fairly advanced diamond technology. Altars with graves decked out in gold and candles. The mechanism for the entrance to the elevator to begin with is fairly complex as well- activated by butterflies and the butterflies don't even die in the process. And to top everything off, this place has a portal that leads directly to the Prairie Temple.

If this isn't sus I don't know what is- but I think I have an explanation.

There are six spaces for six more people that we are not aware of. The only people we DO know of is one bald person in the short garb and another bald person in the long garb. I propose that these six missing people are the Whisperers.

Which is... pretty out there, I know. Counting the 'voices' that we get in game, (including the ones from previous Seasons like Lightseekers and Sanctuary) we have one for Birds, Whales, Mantas, Memories, Crabs, and Jellyfish. For now, we're not counting either Butterflies or Krill- and I'll explain why in a bit.

As for the initial proposition that these Whisperers are the missing six, first we need to ask ourselves what exactly it was that the Worshippers were... worshipping. There is a possible god of which we see in game, and the name of this god is the Megabird.

Megabird here was heavily present in concepts, and in the final product we only ever get to see traces of her and heck to this day we're not sure if she's a canon entity in the final game at all. Megabird as an entity in the concepts is basically the god overseeing the world of Sky and is comprised entirely of light. It's unclear whether or not the Ancestors were aware of her existence after or even before the King rose to power. The Elders themselves are likely privy to this information, but somehow I doubt that it's something anyone wanting to assert control over their people would encourage.

There's certainly the possibility that these Worshippers were a religious sect dedicated to the Elders themselves- but since I'm here trying to propose that they're worshipping something tangential to the possible actual god, we're going to assume this isn't the case. On that note-

I propose that the Ceremonial Worshippers valued the Light above all else- and this worship was extended towards the light creatures themselves.

'Oi. Vir. Crabs are DARK Creatures.'

Not all of them. Heck, a dark crab might not have been the norm back then, but that's a stretch and besides- the fact is that these crabs on the far end of Sanctuary are docile.

Keep in mind that these followers were stationed in Prairie, of all places. You know what else is in Prairie? Sanctuary Isles- home to several kinds of manta, butterflies, jellyfish, and even the elusive Elder Manta (yes that's what the big chonky boi that looks like a light krill is called- it's not a whale.). Daylight Prairie is in no shortage of light creatures- and at the center of it all is its Elder.

Prairie Elder is implied to have responsibilities toward the light creatures as presented in the SkyShop poem featuring them:

'Fields of harvest, prairies of joy.

Farmer and fauna as one.

The Elder protects the creatures of light,

For darkened days to come.

Fly up, fly away,

For the Children of Light in need.

We shall recall our days of wonder,

And feel its air once more.'

-SkyShop Poem (Prairie Elder Pin)

In the greater context of the story, Daylight Prairie is the primary source of light energy in the form of the light creatures- it makes sense that the Elder of that realm would oversee the flow of light creatures from one realm to the other, and that the Ancestors in their domain would have a greater respect for the creatures than others. They're the ones working with them, and they're the ones that know them best.

Enter the Worshippers- who were likely serving directly under the Prairie Elder. I'm not confident that the Prairie Elder could have shared information about the Megabird- or if they even know the god existed. 'The Light itself' is pretty vague for something to be worshipped, and it's possible that the Prairie Elder instead encouraged people that the Light manifested itself into the various light creatures that we see.

In this world however- industrialization marches on, and eventually these light creatures became things to be harvested rather than worshipped. It's speculated that light creatures were used in the production of diamonds- we see signs of this scattered throughout Forest, and Wasteland by proxy. The mural under the bridge in Forest and the doors to the Temple seem to suggest as much at least. Eventually, this industrialization will grow out of hand. I have a few theories on what the Prairie Elder might have done to passively rebel against this.

We learn in the Prairie Elder's cutscene that they are able to form- not summon- butterflies from fire. I'm not proposing that the Prairie Elder is single-handedly responsible for the existence of butterflies- rather I'm proposing through the Prairie Elder's abilities that light is able to be manipulated in such a way that one can create light creatures, should they know how.

It could just be the butterflies, honestly. And really it could just be the Prairie Elder that's capable of such a feat- and because of these holes in this theory it's the first to go.

And yes this is the reason why the Butterflies don't count. I think. That has holes too and I can make a case for the Butterfly Charmer technically being part of this... But I digress.

Sanctuary Islands could be a literal Sanctuary for the light creatures- there is an impressive variety of them present. It's also very out of the way, tucked away in a corner of Bird's Nest. The theory I'm proposing here is that the Prairie Elder and the Sanctuary Guide worked together to keep this place hidden from the rest of the Kingdom- and that it was the Sanctuary Guide that broke the bells that would have granted the Ancestors access to the light creatures.

This is... probably improbable, but my whole post was leading up to this so we're doing this. The missing six Worshippers are the Whisperers that we've encountered throughout the game- leaving in order to either develop their relationship with or protect their creatures of choice.

The Bird Whisperer stayed close and remained in Prairie- and is probably the reason why Bird's Nest exists at all. The Jellyfish Whisperer remained as well, opting to stay in Sanctuary- the natural habitat of the jellyfish.

The Whale Whisperer ventured to Forest- where there probably once was a small population of Whales, given the corpse we see in the Bridge Area and the live Whale in the Underground Cavern.

The Manta Whisperer went to Valley- I'm guessing to see how mantas were being used for labor and competitions? And Valley is right next to Wasteland so I might be reaching but they could have been monitoring that too.

The Crab Whisperer is a tricky one because we see them travelling with the Lightseekers, and yes I am proposing that this lady was formerly a Worshipper. But because we're dealing with a creature that we now know is more dark than light, maybe the Crab Whisperer joined the Lightseekers in order to observe that phenomenon more closely? Because she does refer to the crabs as friends in her SkyShop poem. Wasteland wasn't always a... wasteland, after all. Things could have been different, and the crabs could have been adapting in a time where they would be relatively dangerous but not so much that an Ancestor couldn't approach them.

And then there's the Memory Whisperer. For this one, I don't think a spirit manta actually exists- at least, not as an organic creature and moreso just an interactive holograph courtesy of the machinations of Vault. I'm actually not too sure on what this person could have been doing, but they have a call- and my best guess is that the Memory Whisperer is one who listens to the last vestiges of light leftover by a creature- because we do see skeletons in Vault, and one is of a creature that looks like an amalgamation of several spirit mantas.

As far back as Prophecy, Krill don't appear to be aligned with the light. They aren't depicted as former light creatures, nor a corrupted variant of an elder manta or whale- they are presented as thenselves in that Prophecy mural. Though I'm sure we'll get a Krill call later on, I'm not going to count them until then.

<CONCLUSION...?>

This huge post is... full of holes and heavy speculation, I'm aware. Mostly I just wanted to dump a bunch of shower thoughts and leftover lore I came up in the Discord lore chat. Go check it out sometime, I've derived a few points in this from interacting with people there. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this matter, by the way- it's fun theorizing! I haven't done this seriously in a long while.

#sky cotl #sky children of the light #sky lore #sky cotl lore #that sky game #daylight prairie #season of sanctuary

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seventfics · 3 years ago

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Reverse malarkina au where Mal and Alina are a hot vampire couple who live in a big mansion and Aleksander is the not so innocent bystander who got sick in the rain and needs shelter. Mal and Alina definitely only let him in so he can get better, not to drink his blood or for “other ;) reasons. And Aleksander definitely DID NOT purposefully seek them out and get invited so he could kill them, he didn’t plan to get sick though so now he HAS to keep the cover up. Cue all of them catching feelings

Oh I love this...Vampire-hunter Aleksander comes upon an Already-A-Vampiric-Couple Malina. A nice twist for the throuple dynamic.

I imagine:

Aleksander falls sick on the road. He’s traveling somewhere high between the mountains, in dark countrysides. For anyone who asks, he says he’s on his way to visit his mother, an old hermit of a woman who refuses to live anywhere near a city. It’s an easy lie, when you really do have an isolated mother living far in the woods, just not in this set of mountains.

What he’s really doing is work, following the rumor trail of an old vampire.

A few towns later, a terrible storm hits. The locals warn him not to go to deeper into the valley. They say roosters are crowing at twilight. A blood moon rises in the starry sky. He’s told to keep crosses and garlic on his person, to keep evil away. He accepts the protective charms the ladies of the town gift him out of respect, but Aleksander knows more than he lets on. About foul omens and superstitions. The moon is just a lunar eclipse. Sometimes animals fall out of their habitual cycles. But the real signs—bloodless animal corpses, frenzied horses—are there as well.

The vampire is feeding on the livestock of this town. Some of the people even suffer from anemia. Low iron in their blood.

Aleksander journeys deeper into the valley. He is a relentless hunter, armed with silver stakes. He won’t be caught off-guard.

However, down the road, a long day’s ride on horse, he gets sick. He’d been drenched while out on a stroll. The rain ruined one of his coats. It hadn’t been part of his original plan to fall ill, but he’s a great improviser, and vampires love good, unassuming prey.

And what luck, that just as the fever hits him hard, a mansion rears ahead. Blue light illuminates the lamps of its gates. A wolf howls from the trees, something deep and beastly. He can barely guide his horse through the iron gates.

A sweet young couple greet him.

Maybe at first, Aleksander mistakes them for an ordinary pair. They are so nice and welcoming after all. And he’d been following the trail of one vampire. Or, at least he thought he was.

Maybe the couple—introducing themselves as Starkovs—are two innocent bystanders near the vampire’s den.

As they warm him with good food and a fireplace, though, the wife—Alina—gives herself away. She talks of the same warnings the townspeople do. Not to be traveling so deeply into these parts alone. And then she touches his hand in comfort.

Ice cold flesh.

For the first night, his senses are too affected by fever to watch for everything. To defend himself. Aleksander can only hold his silver necklace close and pray they do not kill him while he is weak. His mentors would be so disappointed.

To his surprise, he awakes whole and undrained in the morning. The boy, Mal, has red eyes, hidden by the lamplight and the drawn curtains. That’s when he knows he is outnumbered and overpowered. But the pair do not seem to want to feast on him immediately. Alina, most of all, insists he stay until he fairs better. It would not be right to allow their guest to leave so soon, and not in such dangerous times! Hasn’t he heard of the strange case of wild animal attacks? Please stay another day.

They’re playing with him, letting him recover so that his blood tastes better.

Aleksander must not show how quickly he is really recovering. They might judge him ready for feasting. He must pretend a little longer on his weakness, and find the right opportunity to strike. Alina and Mal are a close pair. It will be difficult, but if he plays along, to the role of the clueless, sickly traveler, off to see his old mother in the mountains, they might underestimate him...

Yes, they all catch feelings in this game of cat and mouse. ♥

#anon ur brain is huge #malarklina #maldarklina #mal x alina x darkling #vampires alina and mal have the hots for their little sick aleks #reply

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rexsjaigeyes · 4 years ago

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Exposed - Part 4

Din Djarin x female reader | NSFW, 18+

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: possessiveness, marking/biting, fingering, oral sex (female receiving)

A/N: Maybe, just maybe… there will be a part 5 if y’all are interested.

You were right on the edge, unaware of the sounds that spilled from your mouth. All you could focus on was the intense pleasure building in the pit of your stomach and the image of Mando flashing behind your closed eyelids. You were so close to release, but the sudden sound of the door opening interrupted the moment, and your stomach dropped as you realized you'd been caught.

You whipped your head towards the entrance of the cockpit, your eyes widening as you saw Mando standing there, as if he manifested from your filthy thoughts. On instinct, you tried to cover yourself up, but this wasn't the first time he had seen you completely naked. And it wasn't the first time he had seen you touch yourself either.

He tilted his head as he watched you fail at covering yourself completely, and you swore you heard a soft click of his tongue as if he disapproved of you trying to conceal yourself from him. The door closed behind him, and he walked to the seat beside you before sitting down. You watched in silent shock as Mando placed one hand on your knee and the other on your arm covering your breasts.

He tugged gently before whispering, "You know better than to hide what I've already seen.” Tugging on your arms again, he used his knee to gently nudge your legs open wider so that you'd expose all of yourself to him.

Your heart beat faster from his words, but you obeyed and dropped your arms so that he could see all of you. Even with your legs spread for him, he kept his visor trained on your face for a moment, as if he was trying to gauge how comfortable you were with the situation. Although you were in the same situation as before, Mando seemed gentler now. It was like he wanted to take his time to make sure that you wanted this just as much as he did. You shuddered again, both from the cold air of the ship and from his unwavering gaze.

Sensing your nervousness, he asked, “Do you want this?”

His thumb glided across your inner thigh as he waited to see how you'd react. It finally seemed like he was starting a conversation about this newfound aspect of your relationship, and you relaxed at the thought of telling him how you really felt.

"I do," you replied softly, "but I don't want this to be a one-time thing."

You hoped that he understood what you really meant – that you had feelings for him – but you were scared to say it outright. Mando chuckled softly and brushed his thumb across your skin again, this time inching closer to your pussy. The sensation made you shiver, and you held your breath in anticipation of his response.

“Does it look like I only want you for one night?” He said in a husky voice. “We’re back where we started. But this time, I’m going to take care of you properly.”

His words caused your stomach to do flips, and you wished you could have seen his face as his helmet tilted down to finally look at your exposed heat. You heard his breath hitch as he took in your naked body before lifting his hands from your thighs to take off his gloves. You gasped softly, instinctively looking away as he took them off. Mando chuckled at the way you attempted to avert your eyes, but then your heart skipped a beat as you felt warm, calloused hands meet your skin.

“It’s alright,” he said softly and rubbed your thighs. “It’s just my hands,” he reassured, his voice laced with amusement as you hesitantly turned to look at him.

You never really thought about what his hands would look like before this moment, but now that you could see them, you felt entranced. You always knew Mando was strong, but as he ran his large hands up and down your legs, you noticed a gentleness that no one else would have expected from a Mandalorian. It was the same gentle touch that he only reserved for the child. He looked up at you, continuing to caress and massage your skin in an attempt to help you relax. His touch was gentle, treating you as if you were made of glass. You were sure no man in the galaxy could ever show you such affection the way that Mando did.

Sighing, you relaxed in your seat and he finally made a path back to where you needed him most. You bit your lip as he traced his fingers up your thighs before his thumb brushed against your clit. The contact was feather light, but not from hesitance; he was teasing you, and you could only imagine the playful smile that must have been hidden beneath his helmet. You gave Mando a pleading look, bucking your hips slightly as a way to tell him that you needed more. He dragged his thumb down to your entrance, pushing apart your lips so that he could feel the evidence of your arousal. You moaned softly from the torturously slow way that he teased you, but you knew Mando was the one in control of the pace now. Sliding his fingers up and down your slit, he coated them in your slick before pulling away from your throbbing core.

Before you could groan in disappointment, he brought his hand up to one breast and used his lubed fingers to roll and pinch your nipple. The feeling was unexpected and intense, and you couldn’t stop the loud moan that escaped your lips. As you reveled in the feeling of his skilled fingers tweaking the sensitive bud, you felt his other hand slide up your body before stopping at the valley of your breasts. Mando picked up the dainty necklace that you bought from the marketplace with him, and you watched him with curiosity as he seemed to stare it for a moment.

He continued his sweet torture on your sensitive nipple while he inspected the piece of jewelry for a moment. Interrupting your soft moans, he murmured, “When I saw that man touch you…”

Mando paused, as if he wasn’t sure how to explain himself to you. But you knew what he was trying to say. Before you could reassure him that he had no reason to be jealous, he growled softly and released your necklace. Even though you couldn’t see his expression, you sensed a slightly darker shift in his mood as he pinched your nipple again and gripped your hip tightly with his other hand.

“I want to make you mine,” he whispered, and you felt your body immediately react to his possessive words.

Your cheeks turned red, feeling slightly embarrassed by how quickly your wetness grew from such a simple sentence. You sputtered, “I’m already yours, Mando.”

He stopped playing with your nipple and traced his hand up your breast before stopping at your neck. Your breath hitched as he squeezed your neck gently. He didn’t seem satisfied with your answer.

“No, you don’t understand,” he muttered. “I want to mark you… so that everyone knows who you belong to.” A soft gasp escaped your trembling lips, and Mando gave your neck another quick squeeze before letting you go. “Close your eyes,” he demanded.

You instantly recognized the clipped tone he addressed you with; it was reminiscent of the tone he used to intimidate his quarry. And it was the same way he had instructed your actions that first night you spent exposed to him in the cockpit. So naturally, you did as he said without question and screwed your eyes shut.

“Good,” Mando praised you quietly, and your heart skipped a beat now that you were blind to his next move. His hands left your body for a second, and you braced yourself for something unexpected. You heard a soft huff escape Mando before he returned his hands to your body and warned, “Promise me you won’t peek.”

The words got caught in your throat when you realized that his voice sounded different. It sounded clear and unobstructed – as if it was no longer filtered through his helmet. The realization made you gasp before you closed your eyes even tighter, scared that you would accidentally play a part in breaking his Creed.

Anxiety flared within your chest and you stuttered, “Wait, are you sure this is a good idea–”

“Promise me,” he repeated.

You took a deep breath, mentally reminding yourself that you couldn’t open your eyes under any circumstance.

“I promise,” you said as you exhaled slowly.

He praised you again before one of his hands slid up your collarbone to grab the back of your neck. He pulled you forward slightly, and you held your breath as you felt soft, warm lips meet your neck in a tender kiss. The moan that escaped you was louder than you had meant for it to be; you didn’t realize how starved you were for this type of touch until now. For so long, you had wondered what Mando’s lips would feel like, and now they were pressed against your pulse point and steadily working on sucking a dark hickey on your skin.

He groaned before pulling you closer to him, and with the new angle, you felt the lip of his helmet press against your skin. It shocked you for a second, but then you realized he must have kept his helmet tilted on the top of his head in case he needed to quickly cover his face. Lately, Mando had been more bold with showing glimpses of his chin around you and the child, and it made you wonder if there would ever be a day when he would expose all of himself to you.

The lip of his helmet dug into your skin as he sucked harder before finally moving to another section of your neck. You could already feel the small bruises forming, but all you could do was moan and writhe underneath him as he marked you like he said he wanted to. The thought of other people seeing the evidence of his lust for you turned you on, and you felt yourself become desperate for his touch somewhere else too. You whimpered as he continued his onslaught of kisses and hickeys on your body, creating a trail down to your breasts before stopping to suck on your nipple. He flicked his tongue over it and you instantly knew that he was planning to replicate the feeling on another sensitive bundle of nerves soon.

“Please, Mando,” you pleaded, feeling your wetness grow from how he teased you with his mouth. You were desperate to feel what he could do to your clit instead.

He chuckled and tugged on your nipple with his teeth before releasing it and kissing his way down to your thighs. Your legs spread on instinct, and you had no willpower left to feel ashamed of how quickly your body reacted to his touch. Finally, his fingers returned to your pussy, gently teasing your entrance with light strokes to collect your arousal on his fingertips. You felt him readjust his helmet so that the lip of it rested against your mound, and his soft lips met your throbbing clit. He kissed you there before flicking your clit with his tongue in the same way he had done to your nipple. Your head fell back against your seat, and you moaned when he slowly pushed two fingers inside you.

Mando slowly pumped them in and out, testing how much you could take before curling them in search of your sweet spot. Your hips rose to meet his touch, and you gasped when he finally found the spot that made you tremble. He paused for a moment before repeating the action perfectly and slowly building a rhythm. You could already feel your pleasure steadily building; you were desperate for release since your previous orgasm was interrupted by Mando entering the cockpit earlier.

The short flicks of his tongue against your clit quickly turned into more deliberate circles, and he let out a low moan when you bucked your hips in response. The vibrations caused you to jolt, so Mando pushed your hips down firmly with his free hand to keep you still while his mouth brought you closer to the edge. Your hands grasped at air as he continued his assault on your senses with his fingers and mouth.

Desperate to ground yourself in some way, you whimpered, “Mando, can I hold onto your helmet?”

He grunted a quick “Yes” in response, not wanting to pull his lips away from you for even a second. Keeping your eyes closed, you blindly reached out for his helmet so that you could use the leverage to grind yourself a little harder against his mouth.

Mando sighed softly before muttering against your clit, “I can’t wait for the day I get to feel your hands in my hair instead.”

You were barely able to register his words as you gasped and moaned for him, getting lost in the feeling of his tongue expertly swirling circles around your clit while his fingers hit your sweet spot. Your body tensed as you felt the pressure building in the pit of your stomach.

He grunted, curling his fingers faster now. “Maybe next time we go to a marketplace, I’ll get you a blindfold so that you can pull on my hair while I do this properly…”

His words lit a fire through your body, and you were right on the edge of your release. He sensed how close you were and returned his mouth to your clit to suck on it with just the right amount of pressure. The feeling combined with his fingers was enough to bring you to orgasm without any warning. Letting out a broken moan, you shuddered as you succumbed to the intense waves of pleasure rippling through your body. Mando continued curling his fingers, helping you ride out your orgasm until you became a mess of limbs in the copilot’s seat.

You heard him chuckle softly before placing a soft kiss on your sensitive clit, and you jolted from overstimulation. By the time you opened your eyes and looked down, he already had his helmet lowered back onto his face, and you were met with the usual expressionless gaze of your Mandalorian.

He must have noticed your slightly disappointed look because he brought his hands up to your face and gently caressed your cheeks before breaking the silence. “One day, you might not even need a blindfold, cyar’ika.”

You raised a brow, silently questioning how such a suggestion would work with his Creed and wondering what nickname he had given you. He had never called you that before, but with the sweet way he had spoken the unfamiliar word, you assumed it was something special.

Before you could ask him what he meant, he stood up with a soft laugh. “But we can talk about that later. Come on,” he said as he offered you his hand. “Let’s go to bed.”

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handy-dandy-monster-candy · 4 years ago

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Inyez

Rating: NSFW Length: 5331 Pairing: Male Bat Creature x Male Reader (both cis)

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Winter comes early up in the mountains, but I'm used to that. I like to sit by my living room windows and look down into the valley where I work, enjoying the way the city lights give the snow a warm glow. I figure myself lucky; I come from a happy family, I have a good career in a field I love, and I've managed to make a home out of the old observatory that sits like a squat little guardian at the top of a hill twenty minutes from the city.

My job gives me incredibly flexible hours, so I work whenever I'm awake and sleep whenever I want to. I've ended up with a mostly vespertine sleep schedule, which means I get to watch the sunset while I break for lunch. I'm a workaholic, though, so this "break" usually means that I step away from active work and focus on replying to emails from clients or looking up resources and reference images for my latest project as the sun goes down, and this time is no different.

I don't even notice the dark settling around me until I realise that I've been squinting at my laptop for the past half hour, and by then, the only source of light is its screen. I have outdoor lights, sure, and there's a street lamp or two on the way up the hill, but they amount to nothing unless they're on or nearby. I sigh and close my laptop to give my eyes a break, waiting for my vision to adjust properly to the lack of light around me.

I'm just contemplating making myself another cup of coffee when the window beside me explodes, and I have no qualms with admitting that despite being over six feet tall, I scream like a frightened squirrel. Instinct takes over and I find myself taking shelter behind my chair, waiting for the glass to settle before I risk peering around it. Adrenaline has made my vision sharper faster, but there's only so much I can make out in the darkness. I know I heard something heavy hit the floor after the crash, but nothing moves in the shadows, so I take the risk and scuttle over to the nearest switch plate to flick the lights on.

There's blood on what's left of the window and the scattered glass, and wide smears of it left in skid marks across the floorboards. Whatever has bled on my flooring is crumpled halfway behind my couch between me and my kitchen, cutting me off from any makeshift weapons I could use to defend myself. I creep around the other end of the couch with all the exaggerated stealth of a cartoon cat burglar, getting my first real look at the thing. It's dark and huge—about the size of a very large dog, at least—and even as my fingers grope for something to defend myself with, I don't take my eyes off of it for a second.

I approach the wounded creature with a skillet in one hand and a broom in the other, using the broom handle to prod gingerly at the thing that seems to be bleeding out on my living room floor. The first few pokes don't garner any reactions from the beast, and so I grow bolder, sending a silent prayer up to whatever gods might be listening that the thing doesn't have rabies or worse. I feel myself grimace as I lift one large, leathery wing to see more of the creature, only to snatch the broom handle back and away.

Whatever it was was awake, and it had been staring right at me with large, luminous eyes.

It takes me several seconds to work up the courage to repeat the action, and only then do I notice that those eyes are dazed and unfocused, shock settling in as blood dribbles down along its flat face. The creature murmurs when I prod it again—nothing I understand, but definitely something meant to be words—and that's when I realise that the thing on my floor is not a what, but a who. I swear and pace in my kitchen while keeping the thing well within sight at all times, but eventually my conscience wins out; I can't just let them bleed to death in front of me. Even knowing this, I know I don’t have the skills for what I need to do, so I pull an earpiece on and dial my cousin on my cell phone, grimacing when I glance at the time on my oven.

The phone rings a few times before there’s a shuffling on the other end, and then her groggy voice mumbles, “Hello?”

“Hey, Maraia,” I say, taking my first aid kit from beneath my sink and slipping a chef’s knife into my belt just in case. “I need your help.”

“Cuz? Do you know what time it is? I just got to bed an hour ago!”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. It’s an emergency.”

I hear more shuffling, and then Maraia’s voice is much more alert. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

“Some sort of bat crashed through my window,” I say, hurrying over with my first aid kit and kneeling in the blood beside the lump on my floor. “It’s hurt real bad. Blood everywhere. It won’t make it to the vet if I don’t do something now.”

“You’re treating a wild animal?!”

“Maraia. It’s dying!”

“Fuck,” my cousin mutters, slipping back into her role as an ER nurse. “You owe me. Okay, tell me what you see.”

“Thank you,” I breathe, and try to turn off my anxiety as I listen to her expertise. First and foremost, I rush to apply pressure to a particularly ugly wound on the creature’s pelvis and thigh, cleaning and bandaging it up as best as I can once I’ve stopped the majority of the bleeding. This is about when I bump into the creature's, er, fiddly bits, barely hidden by a thick patch of fur. I work around them as I wrap him up in long bandages.

Per Maraia’s guidance, I check the creature's eyes and find wide, fixed pupils that indicate significant head trauma; it doesn't seem like he can see me, or even sense that I'm here. Still, I speak softly to him as I work, carefully picking glass and small twigs from open wounds and doing my best to clean and close them with a combination of butterfly closures and careful stitches. He whimpers and whines very softly when the discomfort is too great, but for the most part he hardly makes any sound at all, which Maraia and I agree is more worrying than if the creature were screeching and struggling with all his might.

Finally, after what feels like hours, I sit back on my legs with a sigh, certain that I’ve gotten to every wound that there is to be found. “I don’t think I can move it,” I say to Maraia, wiping my shaking hands clean with antibacterial wipes. “Not without popping something open.”

“You can’t keep it there with you,” she replies, using the same stern, reasonable tone that she uses on her children and patients. “Bats have rabies. What if it bites you?”

“I don’t think it can. I don’t even know if it will survive the night. For all I know, it’s haemorrhaging somewhere and this will all be for nothing.”

“All the more reason for you to take it to a vet! They can treat it there, maybe put it down if they have to. Whatever they decide will be better than what you can do at home.”

“I know,” I murmur, packing away my supplies. “Thanks, Raia. I’ll take care of it.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Maraia sighs, and I can hear her exhaustion creeping back into her voice when she says, “Alright. Call me if you need anything, okay?”

“I will. Sorry for waking you.”

“Oh, bull,” Maraia scoffs. “You were scared and came to me. That’s a good thing. Love you, kiddo.”

I can’t help but smile, despite my weariness. “Love you, too,” I say, and hang up once we’ve said our goodbyes. It would be cruel to leave this poor creature on my living room floor, so I haul my inflatable mattress out of storage and set it up in my bedroom, grateful for the large amount of floor space in the converted observatory. I check on my guest several times during the time it takes the bed to inflate, and then I carry him into my bedroom, careful not to jostle him too much when I place him on the air mattress.

I watch the shallow rise and fall of the creature’s chest for a moment before I look up into his elongated face, taking in his small, black, dog-like nose and the sharp teeth that I can see peeking out from behind parted lips. Two large, velvety ears poke up from the thick fur on his head, motionless in his unconsciousness.

From what I can tell, whatever this creature is appears to be around four feet tall, with long curled toes on each slender, delicate foot and sharp claws on the tips of his hairless fingers. He's barrel-chested from the musculature needed to support both arms and wings, with a slightly narrower waist and wide hips that lead to lithe, muscular legs. The majority of his body is covered in a short, dense layer of dark russet fur over deep brown skin, perhaps a shade or two darker than mine.

Whatever he is, I've read enough books and watched enough movies to know with certainty that I can't take him anywhere—not without possibly endangering him further. The last thing I want is this creature ending up dissected in a lab somewhere, or worse. I scrub my hands over my face and get up to go clean my living room, taking one last glance at the creature in my bedroom before closing the door behind me as quietly as I can.

The first night is harrowing. Batty—as I've taken to calling my guest in my head—has his first of three seizures shortly after I finish taping garbage bags over the hole in my window. I drop the duct tape and run to him when he lets out an unearthly wail, all of the air in his lungs being forced out by seizing muscles. There's nothing I can do but make sure that he doesn't hurt himself further, sitting vigil beside him until his convulsions die down and praying that he'll still draw breath when they're over.

He's unconscious for the entirety of the next day, so thoroughly insensate that I risk calling out a repairman to replace the broken window so that the cold stops seeping in. Other than supervising the appointment, I hardly dare to leave Batty's side, taking my laptop into my bedroom to do as much work there as I possibly can. I clean him up when he messes himself in his sleep, though I worry about him dying of dehydration. To prevent this, I pulse ice cubes in my blender and carefully feed him ice chips at first, being mindful of his body temperature by keeping him thoroughly bundled in blankets.

By the third day, Batty makes as if to swallow, and I drip water into his mouth in an effort to keep him hydrated. I don't know what he eats, so I climb into my car and make the drive into the city, buying a variety of potted baby foods with what I'm sure is a wild look in my eyes that keeps the cashier from attempting any small talk with me. I make it back to the observatory in record time, and though Batty doesn't stir when I waft different foods under his nose, I still manage to coax him into swallowing mixtures of meat and vegetables.

He runs a temperature that night, and I spend most of the early morning hours before dawn wiping him down with a cool cloth and stroking my fingers along his brow when he starts to shiver and mumble in his sleep. His fever finally breaks the following afternoon, and in the fading light of sunset, his eyes crack open. He's still exhausted and disoriented, though, so he only blinks sluggishly at me when I ask him gentle questions, eventually fading back into unconsciousness again. I figure it's progress.

Batty recovers slowly. For a long time, I only hear his voice when he mumbles in his sleep or when he whimpers as I tend to his wounds. Eventually, he begins to communicate with me using little humming noises, or he summons me from other parts of the house with plaintive chirps that break my heart. I carry him into the bathroom and find that he's fascinated by the toilet after startling at the sound of the first flush, though that's nothing compared to his awe when I decide to show off the shower. He's visibly disappointed when I deny his peeping requests to be carried under its spray, but he seems to understand when I explain that we should wait for his stitches to come out.

He gets a little stronger every day. After a couple of weeks, he's able to sit up for short periods of time as long as he's propped up with pillows. He holds his water bottle by himself a few days after that. Eating still takes more coordination than he's capable of, at least when it comes to utensils, but he's happy enough to nibble at the fruits I cut up for him. I take him out to the living room with me when he’s well enough, and there I play nature documentaries for him and keep him warm as the snow falls outside. He stares at the television in reverent silence when the voice of David Attenborough warbles through my speakers, and he spends the majority of the day curled around a couch cushion in a nest of blankets.

I learn that he’s as omnivorous as I’d hoped he’d be, and so I go to the store and get him a few different meats. I cook them with little to no seasoning at first, feeding him like one would a dog, but it isn’t long before he begins showing interest in my own meals, too. This urges me to start buying healthier food for myself; I figure that if I wouldn’t feed it to Batty for fear of his health, I probably shouldn’t be eating it, either. That doesn’t stop me from indulging in the odd treat, and his face when he tastes my favourite soft drink is priceless before he spits it out in shock, smacking his lips and looking at the bottle as though it’s bitten him.

“What?” I chuckle, taking the bottle from his hands and offering him a cloth. “Don’t like the fizz?”

“‘Fizz’?” Batty echoes, and I nearly drop the bottle before I can get the cap on.

“You can talk?” I ask, and I feel my eyes widen when he nods. “All this time?”

Batty hesitantly shakes his head, claws gently scratching at the cloth on his lap. “Don’t know,” he slowly replies, brows furrowing over his big, dark eyes. “I remember some. It’s hard.”

“It’s okay,” I assure him, reaching out to stroke between his ears in a way I’ve learned soothes him. “You took a bad blow to the head. I’m sorry that I couldn’t take you to someone who could treat you better. I didn’t want someone bad getting their hands on you.”

Batty nods his understanding, sighing deeply and nosing up into my palm to guide my hand along his muzzle. “Wanted to say all this time,” he murmurs, his soft, fluting voice growing weaker. “Thank you.”

I smile; my heart warms. “I’m just glad that you’re okay. I’ll take care of you for as long as it takes. Do you have a name?”

He frowns again, briefly closing his eyes. “Inyez.”

“Inyez,” I murmur, testing the name in my mouth and finding it fitting. I introduce myself in turn.

Inyez’s face relaxes into a small, sleepy smile. He echoes my name, and doesn’t resist when I tuck him back under the covers.

“Rest,” I whisper, brushing my fingertips between Inyez’s eyes. They flutter closed and don’t open again as he lets exhaustion pull him under, and I turn down the lights to let him fall asleep to the sound of whale song.

Once I know that Inyez can speak with me, I go a little bonkers with the need to provide enrichment for my guest. It’s been a while since I’ve had the company with which to play games, so I’m at once overwhelmed and exhilarated when I stand in front of the tabletop game section of the city mall’s toy store. I grab classics like Jenga and Parcheesi, but I also pick up games like Tokaido, Wingspan, and Betrayal at House on the Hill. Inyez fawns over the beautiful illustrations and pretty trinkets needed to play each of the games, and he’s held rapt by the game mechanics and advancements.

I can’t help but mirror his delighted smiles, watching him delicately place tokens on the boards with his slender fingers. The furrow in his brow as he puts together jigsaw puzzles is incredibly endearing, and he’s quick to summon me from where I’m working to show me his accomplishments. “Come!” he cries. “Hurry, come see!” My name on his tongue is the sweetest sound to my ears, and I look forward to hearing it in that cheerful tone throughout the day.

I buy an extension for the desk in my office and give Inyez his own space while I work, though more often than not, he ends up watching my monitors at my elbow, marveling at my work and asking countless questions. At his urging, I show him my digital portfolio, where I have most of my character designs, logos, and even a few structural blueprints and landscapes.

“Where is this?” he asks, hardly daring to tap my monitor screen with a claw.

“Nowhere,” I say, enlarging the image so that he can drink in the details. “Nowhere real, anyway. It’s a fantasy world.”

Inyez frowns. “A fantasy world? But it looks so real.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Well, I specialise in realism. There’s a lot of research that goes into it.”

Inyez doesn’t look entirely mollified by this response, but he subsides for the most part, only murmuring, “You even got the horns right.”

I turn my head to look down at him where he’s resting his cheek against my arm. “The dragon’s?”

“Yes.”

I can’t hold back my surprise. “There are dragons? They’re real?”

Inyez looks up at me, and I briefly get lost in his eyes. “Of course they are. They’re rare, though. Rarer than most everything else.”

“Rarer than you?”

Inyez bares his tiny sharp teeth at me in a cheeky little grin. “No. I’m one of a kind.”

I laugh, helplessly charmed. “That you are. Maybe I’ll draw you sometime.”

Inyez’s mouth drops open, eyes growing wider until I can just about see the whites. “Would you really? Me?”

“Why not?” I pull up a new canvas on my illustration programme, sketching up a quick little scene from the memory of looking down into his upturned face. He gasps softly at my side and shifts to cling to my shirt, murmuring in his strange language and making soft little cooing noises as I add colour and detail.

“Do I really look like that?” he breathes, looking from my face to the screen and back.

“Mhm.” I zoom in on the eyes, adding depth and highlights before moving to adjust the shape and fullness of the lips. Inyez goes very quiet for a few minutes as he watches the portrait come to life, only stirring to place his hand at the crook of my elbow to call my attention back to him. “What is it?”

“Do you really think I am so lovely?” asks Inyez, voice very soft and gaze shy.

I’m grateful for my dark skin as I feel warmth creep up into my face. “I do. You’re very beautiful.”

Inyez scoffs, but I can tell that he’s flustered. “You’ve only met one of us. Who are you to say that?”

“Sometimes one is enough,” I murmur, gently stroking Inyez’s small chin with a crooked finger. He makes an odd little twittering noise and hides behind his wings, and I feel my heart flutter wildly in my chest. I'm falling for this creature, I realise, and I can't bring myself to care; as far as I'm concerned, Inyez is the best thing to happen to me in a long time.

“Where do you go when you get into that terrible thing?” Inyez murmurs some nights later when we’re cuddled on the couch, his head on a pillow in my lap and my fingers gently stroking his head.

“In the car? To the city, mostly. To get food and toilet paper and other supplies.”

Inyez shifts to look up at me, confused. “You get food in that noisy place?”

I nod, brushing my hand along his cheek. “Everything we’ve eaten here, I’ve bought there.”

“But it doesn’t smell.”

“Smell?”

“The city. It smells, but the food doesn’t.”

I feel myself frown in thought. “Probably because a lot of it is washed and kept in clean places, or in airtight packaging.”

“I smell,” Inyez mumbles unhappily, tucking himself up in his wings. “When may I wash?”

I hum thoughtfully, rubbing one of his velvety ears between my fingers in a way that he likes. “Probably tonight, if we’re careful. If you really feel that bad.”

“I do.” Big, dark eyes look up from my lap, beseeching. “I don’t want to smell anymore. I want to be clean.”

“Alright,” I say, shifting to gather him up in my arms and carry him to the bathroom. “As long as we don’t scrub too hard or get your wounds too wet. I’ll still need to clean and redress them after we’re done.”

“You’ll wash me?” asks Inyez, a note of excitement in his voice. “Like lovers do! Could we be lovers?”

I can’t help but laugh, startled at the sudden change in conversation; I distract myself by fiddling with the shower controls. “We could be,” I reasonably reply, “if we both felt the same about one another.”

“Then we can,” says Inyez as he slips under the spray, cooing softly at the water’s warmth. “You think I’m lovely, and I think you’re lovely, too. It’s really that simple.”

“Is it?” I ask, dubious, even as I pull my clothing off and over my head to join him.

“Why does it have to be complicated? Is it more for humans? Is it not enough to feel safe and happy and goodness when I look at you? It’s like my heart has bitten a big, juicy apricot—it’s full of sweetness and the juice is overflowing!”

“A heart-apricot?” I chuckle, shaking my head at the silliness of the comparison. “Well, I’ll try to find you an apricot next time I’m in town.”

“Would you?” asks Inyez, burrowing against my chest and sighing. “I’d like that. I like you. Can that be enough?”

I run my hands carefully between his wings, earning myself a sleepy little burble. “I think it can.” I curb my enthusiastic reaction to this new turn of events and focus on gently cleaning Inyez’s fur to his satisfaction, and then I blow dry him until he’s warm and redress his wounds. By the time I carry him to bed—my bed, our bed—he’s limp as a noodle and snoring softly in his exhaustion, and I take great pleasure in tucking him in so that he’s safe and sound.

The next morning, I am kissed awake. That night, we kiss until we drift to sleep. Kisses and affection make up the bulk of my ‘duties’ as Inyez’s lover, and I take to the task of keeping him satisfied with relish. For his part, Inyez is content to groom me seemingly at random, running his small, clawed fingers delicately through my hair and humming to himself as he does so. I get a little less work done, but I don’t mind it if it’s to see Inyez so pleased with himself when he’s decided I’m primped to perfection.

It’s another couple of days before I give Inyez the all-clear to fly after his injuries have healed for a couple of months. We have to wait until nightfall until he takes to the air, but then he’s a dark blur against a darkening sky until I cannot see him at all. It makes me breathless when I realise that he’s lost to the night—what if, I think, he decides right then that he prefers the night and its freedoms to me? What if he misses his family, his friends, his former life. When he lands in front of me, panting and exhilarated and beautiful, I wrap him into my arms and crush him to my chest, burying my face against the side of his neck.

“What’s happened?” he asks, petting fretfully at my face and hair. “What’s wrong? Did you think I’d not come back?”

“Yes,” I say, and the word chokes me, making me realise that I’m crying.

“Oh, sweet one,” Inyez coos, wrapping me in his wings as best as he can. “I would never. Why would I? I am fed and loved and pampered, and you are a very good snuggler. You don’t even have fur, but you are very warm! Why would I leave, mm? Tell me.”

“I don’t know.” I laugh damply. “Missing your family. Your friends.”

“I’ll visit my family when my body is stronger,” Inyez tells me, tutting softly and nosing at my ear. “They deserve to know where I am, and they can come and visit us when the spring comes. They’ll be jealous of my roost and my mate.”

“Am I that?” I ask, sniffling and pulling away to look down into Inyez’s eyes. Inyez turns his face away, however, and I recognise that he is shy.

“You could be,” he murmurs, “but it’s not official yet. To do that, we have to—well, have sex. Hopefully more than once.”

“Do you want to?” I ask him, stroking between his wings so that they relax and rustle softly.

“Oh, I thought you’d never ask,” Inyez says all in a gust, looking up at me plaintively. “I’ve been wanting to have sex with you for days. Weeks, maybe.”

I can’t help but laugh again. “You could have asked.”

“I could have.” Inyez pouts. “You would have said no, because of my wounds. You treat me like I’m fragile.”

“You are fragile, in comparison. But you’re right, I would have denied you. Now I won’t. So, ask.”

Big eyes blink up at me from that small, furry face, hopeful to their core. “Really? You’ll be my mate?”

I can feel myself grinning. “I’ll be your mate.”

Inyez wriggles against me, clutching at my clothing with a sudden fervour. “Mine?”

“Yours,” I assure him, drawing him against me and carrying him back up into the observatory. The next few minutes are a blur as we leave my clothing strewn across the apartment in a trail that leads to the bed, and I manage to find a bottle of lube I haven’t touched in months but mercifully has enough for at least a round or two.

Preparation happens before all else. Normally, this is the part where I would begin to lose interest because my previous partners have treated it like a means to an end, but Inyez is so sensitive and receptive that every little touch I give him sends him into a fluttering little tizzy on the bed. His prick is slick and red when it hardens out of its sheath, tapered at the end and thicker at the base. I’ve never seen anything like it, and I play with it with a careful touch that seems to frustrate and overwhelm the small creature beneath me in equal measure.

I drink Inyez in as he squeaks and squirms with my fingers inside him, watching his claws tear tiny little holes in the sheets as he grips them in his hands and trembles like a taut bowstring. When I finally push into him, he makes a noise like an exultation, and I fight to keep myself from coming right there and then when he wraps his legs around my hips and digs his feet into my ass to drive me in deeper. He wants more of me and I give until there’s nothing left to give, letting him adjust for a moment before I take up a rhythm that rocks the bed against the wall.

I need him, too, and I tell him so as I fuck him down into the mattress, listening to him mew and moan and say my name in a way more beautiful than any I’ve heard yet. He clings to the headboard when I roll him over onto his stomach, breathless and gasping raggedly, wings trembling like they’re weathering a storm.

“There!” he cries when I angle my hips a certain way, one of his hands diving between himself and the sheets to pump away at his hard, leaking cock. “Oh, please, there! There!”

“You want it?” I ask, and I hardly recognise my own voice, so low and guttural it is.

“Yes, gods, I want it,” Inyez mewns, almost sobbing with his need. “I’m close. I’m gonna—I’m—Please—“

“Tell me you’ll stay.”

“I’ll stay!” Inyez squeaks, not a hint of hesitation in his desperate tones. “I’ll stay, I’ll stay, I’ll never leave this roost! I swear!”

“Yes,” I growl, pushing my chest down against his back and reaching a crescendo that makes the headboard hammer against the wall. I come so hard and so suddenly that it feels like I get pulled inside out from the toes on up, and my vision whites out to the sound of Inyez wailing beneath me. When I come around, we’re tangled together in the sheets and I have him on top of me, both of us panting heavily and both of my hands buried into the soft, downy fur at the small of Inyez’s back.

“Christ,” says Inyez, and I choke on a laugh, turning my head to cough.

“That’s not an expletive.”

Inyez grunts. “You use it like one.”

I laugh. “That’s fair.”

Inyez takes a long moment to gather his thoughts, stroking the skin of my torso with careful fingers. “Would you be willing to meet my family?”

I blink up at the ceiling. “Of course. How many of them are there?”

“I have six brothers and eight sisters. I’m fifth down in the birthing line.”

My eyes bulge. “How old is the youngest?”

“Tiisa? She’s six months old. The oldest is in her forties.” I can feel Inyez smother a smile against my chest. “Mother says she’s done for now. We don’t quite believe her.”

I laugh, shaking my head up at the ceiling. “I would offer them shelter for the winter, but I don’t think they’d all fit in here.”

“Oh, Mother would hate it here,” Inyez chuckles. “It would be much too quiet for her liking. She likes life with the roost. I’ve always preferred quiet. This roost is perfect for us.”

Us. The word makes my heart swell, and I bury a smile against the top of Inyez’s head. “We’ll figure something out for their visit.”

“Mm,” hums Inyez, sighing softly before he sits up and smiles impishly down at me in the darkness.

“What?”

“Again.”

“Again?” I laugh, wrapping my hands around Inyez’s hips as they begin to rock and wriggle on my lap. “I’ve created a monster.”

“Your monster,” Inyez smugly coos, kissing my chest right over my heart.

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