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Blood Bound: Blackened Bond (Ch 14)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous SFW Chapter: Home Sweet Home

Previous Chapter NSFW!: The More You Know

Next Chapter: Shadows Fall

Tags: Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

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Extra Notes: This is my favorite chapter by far in this book, I've been wanting to drop this for weeks! I hope you enjoy reading. Part 2 of the story starts from here on until the end. Feel free to scream in the comments as usual XD

Chapter 14: Big White Lies

As the days passed by, the seasons changed. You started class in Spring. Summer has long passed and it is now the beginning of Winter. Noritoshi, as usual, was really busy so you didn’t see him as often. But you let it go.

You wanted to do something nice for him, so you had the idea to surprise Noritoshi. Having some cupcakes in a small bag and a fresh cup of coffee in your other hand, you were outside his door, hiding your presence and cursed energy to mask your identity.

As you raised your hand to knock on his door, you heard a second male voice.

"I'm glad to hear that you've been getting along with your soulmate son." His father's voice was heard over a speaker. Oh he was on call with his dad!

Yikes, not the best time to interrupt. It is impolite to listen into the conversation, but you were too excited to surprise him that you decided to wait for the call to end.

"Is Y/N really deeply in love with you? Make sure to not let her go. That will surely help our clan's reputation rise above with her skills being integrated into ours. She can definitely bear strong heirs for our clan. For centuries it was the Zenins that harnessed various types of jujutsu shi with strong techniques. It's time we continuously expanded ours as well. Starting with her." The Kamo clan head sternly ordered his son.

'Huh?'

"Yes of course father. Don't worry. She has already confessed her love to me so there's nothing to worry about. I'll do my best to make this clan proud and powerful. I definitely won’t let you down." Noritoshi replied.

The smile on your face slowly faded as your face turned to stone. Ah. Was that it?

Is that what you amounted to only? A tool for their use. A stepping stone for the Kamo clan to get stronger. You started to feel nauseous. Is this the so-called secret he didn’t want to tell you about…

You stood quietly as you continued eavesdropping.

"Excellent. Heh, looks like you can actually be a womaniser if you wanted to. Women are way too easy. As I told you before, give her sweet touches, use pet names, give her lots of encouragement and make promises here and there and they'll be by your side before you know it." His father snorted.

"Yes, I've taken your advice into consideration and did as you said." Noritoshi spoke firmly. Your heart was breaking with every word spoken.

"If you don't like her or how she looks, you can have several concubines and wives anyways. Have your pick. Remember Homura chan? Now she's a stunner. Didn’t you also say you found her cute?"

‘What on earth is this? Who is Homura? Why?’ Your hands start shaking badly, pulse thundering in your ears.

You felt light headed from the brutish words the Kamo clan head was saying, and silently retreated, not wanting to hear Noritoshi's response to his father. Keeping your presence and cursed energy hidden and as minuscule as possible while you walked back to your dorm room.

Because you had left you didn't hear the remainder of the conversation.

"Father, I respect that the older clan heads had several wives and concubines. And I’ve told you time and time again that I’m not interested in Homura san. But I've decided to be loyal to my one true soulmate. I think I am falling in love with her as well, and can't bear to see her hurt. I won't be taking in any concubines." Noritoshi politely replied.

It was the first time he had spoken about his true feelings out loud and he felt vulnerable. He braced himself for any harsh words from his father but none came.

His father only raised an eyebrow. "Suit yourself. The fact is, even if she doesn't give birth to an heir with the inherited Blood Manipulation, she is more than enough of an additional asset to our clan. And it ties us together with the Abe/Tsuchimikado clan as you know."

Clan politics. Noritoshi is getting more and more sick of it every day, but he just silently nodded. As long as he has you and his mother by his side, nothing else matters. "Yes I understand father."

Noritoshi hated talking about his family with you, because of this exact reason. He didn’t want you to be disgusted by this side of their family and get pulled into their family problems. The worst thing would be for you to have a terrible first impression of the Kamo clan.

He understood that you already had a lot on your plate as your missions grew harder and harder. You were often assigned to grade 1 missions alone already. The worst case was for you to get roped into doing messy tasks to please the clan elders.

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You paced around your room, staring at the cupcakes and coffee on your desk. They were getting cold.

Cold. That's how you felt inside and out. You had to confront him. Or else your relationship will just drag you down. You definitely didn't want him to have any concubines. Didn’t want to have a partner who didn’t love you after all.

You were so lost in your emotions that you didn’t realize you were jumping to several conclusions on your own without considering Noritoshi's feelings for you properly.

'But it was starting to make sense' Your mind was screaming at yourself. 'He never explicitly confessed his feelings. He does indeed give me mixed signals from time to time. He shuts me out of private matters to him. He could be using me.’

The one question that was breaking you apart now is: "Was everything a lie? How much of his actions were sincere? He could lie about anything. To get power, that's something the big 3 clans are capable of doing. Satoru told me of some of the horrors already…"

The doubt and feelings of betrayal piled up, until you came to one conclusion: You’ve had enough.

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The next day, you suppressed all your emotions and distracted yourself. You tried your best to act normal around Noritoshi, smiling brightly at him.

It wasn't too effective. Everytime he called you his angel, instead of the delight you usually feel, you felt hurt thinking he was forcing himself to do this.

This can't go on forever. And eventually Noritoshi could start to feel the pain in your heart on his end as well. He hurried to you one afternoon after class, dragging you out to the plum tree away from the buildings.

You looked up at Noritoshi. As handsome as ever. Gentle and concerned (lies), with a strong hand reaching to cup your face (lies lies), speaking so carefully, "My angel, how are you? Why are you troubled? Have I done something to offend you?" (Lies, it was all lies).

He must be lying. Must have been since day 1. The way your brain just jumped to the most terrible scenarios in which he never liked you. There's no other reason. Your breathing quickened.

Both of you were still in the first stage of the soulmate bonding; therefore, you couldn’t share all emotions yet. Just urgent and strong random flashes of it, especially negative emotions. This is why both of you weren’t able to feel the love the other has through the bond yet.

You stopped smiling.

"I overheard your conversation with your father. I'm sorry for eavesdropping, but I had a present for you that I wanted to give you yesterday, so I waited outside your room. But that doesn't really matter anymore." You said, cooly shrugging off the hand on your face.

He stiffened, whole body tensing. 'No it was going so well with you, this can't be happening.' He thought to himself.

"Y/n I can explain-"

"Did you even feel anything for me? Besides our red string of Fate appearing?"

The marks on your wrists flowed in warning, searing hot pain flashed across both of you. But you ignored it. The devil on your shoulder pushing you to break things with him.

"Tell me the words you and your father spoke about yesterday were a lie." You begged him.

He couldn't say it was, because the conversation yesterday was only filled with truths. He was so confused, so he stayed silent.

You laughed at him without any real meaning or humor. The light had gone out of your eyes. Noritoshi felt himself shiver at the sound of it.

"So it was all true. Did you like me for me? Or because I'm your so-called soulmate whom you forced yourself to “love”- pshhh not even love, probably to tolerate, for the sake of power?"

Noritoshi’s head felt unfocused and his palms were sweating.

“I’m just a fucking game to you huh Kamo?!” You were freely crying now. He winced at the use of his family name.

Noritoshi found that he couldn’t breathe properly, much less reply to you. He had never seen you like this. What’s worse is your intense fear, sorrow, and disgust towards him was radiating so strongly through your bond.

“No you’re not.” He could hardly get the words out with how hard he’s breathing. It actually felt like the red strings were tying themselves around his neck. You scoffed at him unbelievingly.

He trembled as he lifted both hands to cup your face, but you stepped out of his reach. His hands dropped.

"You liar. I don't want this. If you just want to use me for my body, and to use me for your gain and for your family's benefit only to toss me aside for other women, then I don't want it." You spoke hoarsely. Your entire body was stiff, hands cold and voice quivering.

Your bond was hanging by a thread. The emotions of pain and betrayal bleeding over and muddling the delicate bond.

"I'm out. Go find some other bitch to breed for your sake of your precious heirs. I don't care if we are a fated pair. If you don't wanna put even an ounce of trust and honesty into our relationship then just fuck off." You turned around and walked away.

"Wait, no I-" Noritoshi gasped out as he snapped out of his shock, but you didn't turn back. You walked faster trying to ignore the voice you loved hearing so much.

Even if it hurts to break apart from him now, it is better than to have your heart broken again and again by staying with him.

"Y/n I do care about you. I do think of you everyday. You’re not a game to me. Didn't you hear what I said yesterday?" He called out desperately, stepping forward.

You ignored him, digging your nails into the palms of your hands at the pain from your soulbond falling apart. 'I won't be fooled any longer'.

Your bond was screaming at you to turn around and believe him. To believe that everything you've felt with him these past few weeks were real. That he truly loved you.

"Listen to me!" Noritoshi cried out.

You halted in your tracks. "I'm nothing to you. If you want to have other women as your concubines, go ahead. I know you can pick up as many women as you want with your standing. You clearly don’t need me. So I don't need you." Your last 4 words are a harsh slap to his face.

Snap. And your bond was left barely hanging with the smallest red thread that stubbornly refused to let go. But the damage was done. He couldn't feel your emotions anymore as his head filled with white noise.

Panic overcame Noritoshi like never before. This wasn’t like his normal self. He didn’t let himself think about anything else, but to run and pull you back in his arms.

Until he was physically stopped by an invisible barrier. Your solid air barrier that blocks all sound and forms of matter on the other side, keeping him away from you.

“No, no, no, no. Y/n Come back! I’m sorry! Speak to me!” He cried, furiously pounding at the invisible wall between the both of you. But you couldn’t hear him, much less know how he is feeling. After all, you’ve ended it with him already.

After you left, he remained rooted to his spot. His forehead leaning against the barrier, tears streaming down his face, as he stared at the place where he saw your figure disappear. It wasn't long ago that he had just fallen in love with you.

Your warmth, your laughter, the touches you give to him. Now everything felt so cold. "But I need you." He whispered out, sounding so broken.

The last few wilted leaves of the plum tree fell, leaving it bare to the cold winter. He remembered the words in the soulmate records of the Gojo Clan. “A soulbond can be rejected.”

Maybe he should have told you everything from the beginning and not hold back any secrets. He was terrified that your opinion of him would change, if you found out about his background and his mother. So he wanted to slowly ease you into the Kamo clan.

This was the worst.

As the sky grew dark, he went back into his room and for the first time, didn't bother studying. Just went straight to sleep.

What he wouldn't give to feel anything from your end. Even if it was anger or hatred, it would be better than this empty feeling.

Author's Notes: This chapter was the first chapter I've written before all others and is how Blood Bound came to be. You could say this is the core of the story, since it's the origin. Just had an angsty afternoon one day and chose violence🥰🤧

Blood Bound: Table of Contents

#kamo noritoshi #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk fanfiction #noritoshi x reader #noritoshi x o/c #noritoshi x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x o/c #jjk x you #angst #fluff #blood bound #jjk angst #blackened bond

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i-write-newsies · 3 years

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A/N:

(Y/N) - Your Name

(L/N) - Last Name

(N/N) - Nickname

(H/C) - Hair Color

(D/N) - DEEZ NUTS!! /j Deadname

(E/C) - Eye Color

(H/L) - Hair Length

(Y/A) - Your Age

Ships Included:

- Jack x Davey

- Spot x Race

- Finch x Smalls (Platonic)

- Albert x Elmer

-Katherine x Sarah

- Spot x Reader (Brotherly Platonic)

- Race x Reader (Brotherly Platonic)

Summary:

You have always dreamed of living in the world of your favorite characters, to escape from whatever rotten life you have and make friends with the people you love. One day, fate decides to give you a chance. But when you're not prepared to be rushed into that universe, it becomes a roller coaster of balancing good and bad emotions and events.

Good luck, Reader!

!!TW!!

~ SELF HARM

~ TRANSPHOBIA

~ MAJOR INJURY

~ ABUSE

~ ARGUING

(Y/N) POV:

I'm (Y/N) (L/N). I'm (Y/A) with (E/C) eyes and (H/L) (H/C) hair. At least it used to be (H/L). I cut it all off today. I can tell my mom just found out because of the loud cursing and stomping. "GODDAMMIT, (D/N)!!" she yells. What scares me the most about this situation is the fact that I'm kinda used to this. I hear her coming up the stairs to my room and rush to the door and lock it. As expected, the door handle starts rattling violently, "(D/N) YOU LET ME IN RIGHT NOW, YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SH!T!" She starts banging on the door, stressing the lock.

I sigh. Today was one of the worse days. I slip on my noise-canceling headphones and press play on my musicals playlist, consisting of:

- Waving Through A Window

- On My Own

- A Little Fall Of Rain

- Angel of Music

and of course...

The entire Newsies soundtrack.

By the time I get to 'Seize the Day', it's twilight outside. I lift one of my headphones to check if my mom is gone. I hear nothing. I look out the window and don't see her car. Perfect.

Unplugging my headphones and letting the music play, I walk over to my dresser, open it up, and reach deep in the back. Aha!

I pull out some bandages (A/N: DO NOT ACTUALLY BIND LIKE THIS OK BYE). I take off my shirt and try not to look in my mirror, fearing what sort of feminine body I may see. I start wrapping my chest to the point that it gets a little hard to breathe. This kinda hurts, but my dysphoria is stronger than my need for comfort and, let's be honest, safety.

Slipping my shirt back on, I look into the mirror and smile, satisfied with my flat chest and somewhat choppy short, (H/C) hair. I jump onto my bed and plug my headphones back into my phone which is now playing Santa Fe. Santa Fe honestly makes me think. I'm only, what, (Y/A)? And I still go through all this BS. I need out. Somewhere my mom can't tell me I'm female. Somewhere like...Newsies. I mean, Race is canonically trans, right? Not to mention all of them are definitely fruity. They'd accept me. The fresh, bandaged cuts on my arms are the only things keeping me in reality right now

As the song ends, I realize that I've been crying. God, why am I stuck in this wretched place? The question as well as thoughts of Newsies reverberates in my skull, a sort of white noise until I fall into a much-needed sleep.

"Aye, kid! Watcha doin sleepin on the street?"

"Especially in a place this..."

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Jack POV:

I yawn, rubbing sleep from my eyes as the circulation bell drones on an' on. I let my eyes adjust to the view of the sunrise from my penthouse in the sky.

As I try to get up to get ready, a pair of arms drag me back down. "Jackieeee" a half-awake Davey groans, "come back down, it's freezing up here." "Dave, we gotta get to work. The boys can always count on me being at the gates early, so if you don't get up, I'm leaving you behind." This seems to wake him up a little more, "Alright, alright fine." he shivers as he gets up. I throw him his top shirt and vest and he desperately claws them on to gain warmth. Carefully, we climb down the ladder.

"What'd I tell ya, Dave? Even in the middle of summer, the night's always freezing." Davey rolls his eyes and does a little shiver "I know, Jackie, now c'mere and warm me up" I grin and move in closer, holding his hand, as we start walking to the gates. "Still not warm enough!" Davey said in a singsong-ish voice. I sigh and feign annoyance, leaning in to give a short but sweet peck on the lips. I think he's satisfied now. We're not usually this lovey-dovey, but I think we're both touch starved and subtly begging for a hug.

Davey, being the amazing boyfriend he is, stops by Jacobis to get us some breakfast. "Dave, you really don't hafta-" "I insist, Jack. After all, breakfast is the most important meal of the day," he says in an almost snobbish voice. I give him a small smile. That's my smartass Dave.

As we get to the gates, I notice a small figure leaned up against it. By now, the sun has come up some more over Manhattan 'n Dave 'n I don't have to walk as close to warm ourselves up. The figure seems to be sleeping, a newsies cap over their eyes. I think it's a kid. Maybe a new newsie looking for work?

I crouch down in front of him lift his hat, and start tapping his shoulder, "Aye, kid! Watcha doin sleepin on the street?" "Especially in a place this..." Davey notes. The kid seems to wake with a start. He rubs his eyes, and I chuckle a little "Whatsa matter? Ya look like youse seen a ghost." He doesn't seem to find this funny and repeatedly switches from looking at me then Davey with some confusion and shock in his eyes.

"I um-" he stutters over his words, "Aye, aye, kid, calm down, you ain't in trouble or nuttin." He takes a few deep breaths. "Okay... I'm (Y/N). I'm just freaking out because This isn't where I fell asleep, and- and I just- feel like I know you..." "Well, (Y/N) it sounds like you're one of da Newsies now," I say with a grin, "Now, we gots ta give you a nickname, we rarely eva call someone by their real name, 'cept Dave 'n Albert of course," The kid stays silent, clearly still shocked from waking up in a foreign place. "I feel like I know you.." he says, barely discernible. "Maybe ya do, maybe ya don't, Dave here's the only one good with faces." The kid looks up at Davey, who seems deep in thought, "(N/N)" he exclaims, "Ah, sorry, what I meant was your nickname should be (N/N)!" "I like it! But why (N/N) exactly?" I question, "Well, *insert reason why here*" "Well ain't you a clever boy, Dave!" I say, ruffling his hair. Davey shies away, "Jack! Now I have to fix my hair!" he complains, "Sorry, sorry." Davey then leaves to fix his hair in front of a shop window nearby, leaving me and (N/N) alone.

(N/N) seems to want to say something, but as soon as he opens his mouth, he shuts it just as quickly. I try to fill the awkward silence, "So, what's wit' da bandages, kiddo?" He freezes, "Nothing, just a ploy to get people to buy more papes..." he trails off. I have a feelin' he's not tellin' the truth, but I go along with it anyway, "Ha! What an idea, I wonder how I neva thought a' that before." he smiles, seeming satisfied with the praise. Davey returns from the shop window, "Alright! Ready to start the day?" (N/N) nods, and so do I.

Newsies start gathering, some glancing at (N/N) and some anxiously peering through the gates. I look at the headline for today: New Newsie Price! "Aye, Dave, you seein' this shit?" "Language- and yeah... what in the world was runnin' through Pulitzer's head when he thought of this??" I look at (N/N), whose mouth is a thin, pale line but whose (E/C) eyes are glinting with determination. "Heh, kid, what's that look for?" He looks at me, a little startled, but quickly regains that same tough expression, "I have a feeling that this ain't some silly little joke. And I'm worried 'bout the kids that may get hurt in the crossfire." I laugh, "Youse just bein dramatic! Surely, they wouldn't be as dumb as to underpay their own employees." I walk over to Weasel and slap down a penny "100 papes please!" "That's gonna be dime, Kelly."

My heart almost stops, and it takes all my strength not to break down in front of the boys. I fake a laugh, "Surely you're joking." "100 papes costs a dime, take a look at the headline." I hit the money box out of anger, "Then we'll just take our business to Brooklyn." Someone pipes up, "The same thing's happenin' there." "Then we'll go to Rushing!" Specs jogs over, seemingly out of breath, "I'll save ya the walk; it's the same everywhere."

Fuck.

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Y/N POV:

A sharp pain in my chest temporarily distracts me from the situation at hand. Ah. I almost forgot. I still have to bind. This sucks. I feel a pair of eyes on me and turn just in time to see Racetrack Higgins avert his eyes. I give him a confused look and turn back to Jack singing "The World Will Know" I forget all about his weird staring and get back into the determined beat from before.

Soon, the newsies and I make our way to Jacobis for some...water I guess? I do happen to have some extra money in my pocket so I think I can treat all the boys to some seltzer. I sit down on a hard wooden chair in a slouch. The room is buzzing with excited talk of the strike. I give a small, sad smile. These boys have no idea what they're getting themselves into. Crutchie sits next to me serving a wide smile just as Jacobi enters with a tray full of waters, "And here's one for you, and for you, and for you- who's the big spender that ordered everyone seltzer?" shyly, I raise my hand, "That's me, sir." "You know these cost a quarter each, right?" I pull out a handful of quarters with a cheeky smile "and I got more where that came from." The boys go wild, "Where did ya get all that money, kid??" Davey, being the concerned mom, asks "Please tell me you didn't steal that." I shake my head, "I used to live comfortably, but my mom kicked me out for...reasons." my grin falters for a second, but no one seems to notice.

"Well!" Jack stands on a table, "Here's to the strike! And, of course, (N/N)" He gestures towards me with a wink as everyone cheers. As Katherine enters, I start to zone out and stare at a speck of dust on the ground. After all, I know the plot all too well. I perk up, though, as soon as Jack asks who's goin' to Brooklyn. My hand shoots up, "I nominate me and Race!" I exclaim. I look over at Race, who's staring at me, blushing and jaw dropped a little. I grin at him and look back at Jack, who's a little shocked. "A-alright! Me and Dave'll take the Bronx, I guess."

*Timeskip to after the restaurant scene*

I walk down the Manhatten alleys blindly, no clue where I'm going, when I hear someone come up behind me. "Hey, (N/N)! It's me, Race." I smile weakly, "Oh, hey." "I always sell my papes at Sheepshead in Brooklyn, so I know where to go."

It's almost completely silent except for the clicking of our shoes on the paved roads. "So... how'd ya get here as a Newsie, (N/N)?" "Well, Jack 'n Davey found me sleepin' on the street just this mornin'" He laughs, "Wow! So you got used to the Newsie life real quick!" "Yeah, I did.." I let out a small chuckle as well. Race pulls out a cigar and clamps it between his lips and goes to light it but hesitates. "Uh- Wanna cigar?" "Wow, Racetrack Higgins giving me one of his own cigars? I'm flattered!" I joke, "But, yeah, I need smoke." He digs into his pocket and hands me another cigar, "You eva' smoked before?" he stares at me as I put the cigar in between my lips. I grin sheepishly, "No." "Okay, maybe we should stop for a second. Coughing while walking ain't the most fun thing in the woild."

We lean up against a wall as Race lights first his, then my cigar. I inhale and immediately spiral into a coughing fit. Race smacks my back, "You good, (N/N)? I ain't neva' seen a fella cough that hard on the first puff." I roll my tear-filled eyes and continue coughing.

Once my coughing fit subsides, I feel a wave of relaxation. "God I should do this more often." I groan, Race grins, "Yeah, once you get past the whole blowin'-your-brains-out part of smokin', it's real nice. Anyway, shall we continue?" he gestures to the streets ahead. I nod my head and take another puff, "Yeah, it's gettin' kinda late and we do NOT wanna wake up the Spot Conlon." Race nods in agreement and we hurry along. Even though I know Spot is kind of a softie, that doesn't stop me from being intimidated by his prowess.

We reach the Brooklyn lodging just as Race's cigar burned out. Race takes a deep breath and gives three solid knocks on the door. A kid younger than me answers the door, "State ya business" "I'm here to let Conlon know about some very important news." The kid squints his eyes but responds "I'll ask him if he's willing to meet with anyone right now. Who should I tell him is askin'?" "Race. Higgins." He says somewhat awkwardly.

The kid closes the door. Race and I stand quietly waiting for the OK to see Spot. Suddenly the door swings open to reveal Spot. "Ra-" he notices me and coughs, "I mean- Higgins, would you like to step in to discuss the important news?" I almost laugh at the way he went from totally in love to distinguished gentleman. I shoo them away, holding in laughter, "don't worry, I'll wait out here and give you lovebirds some space." (A/N: or should I say sprace) I see them both go tomato red.

I sigh as they head inside. I take a drag from the cigar and start thinking. How did I end up in the newsies universe and act this calm about it? This feels so surreal. But I want to stay here forever. Far away from my sh!tty mom and all my responsibilities.

Lost in my own head, I barely notice as Racetrack storms out of the lodging, clearly pissed. "C'mon (N/N), we're leaving." he grabs my hand and angrily powerwalks to the next street over. Once we're there, he lets go of my hand and sighs harshly, walking slow. "I assume it didn't go well?" I ask, already knowing the answer. "Not. Well." "Wanna talk about it?" he shakes his head and starts walking "No, thanks. I think we's better get to bed before Jack gets worried." he stops. "Do you have a place to sleep?" I look down, "Not really..." "Well!" he grabs my hand again with a big grin, "Looks like youse bunkin' wit' me." I start to protest, but realize it'd get me nowhere with this stubborn SOB, so I let myself get dragged along. Oh, well. I might as well get rest for the strike tomorrow, goodness knows I need it.

As I settle down into the rough sheets, the gentle snoring rocks me to sleep with thoughts of the strike. One thought flashes through my mind before I fall asleep; God help us all.

I wake up to someone poking my face. My eyes flutter open and I almost fall off the bunk at the sight of Race's face right in front of mine. "JESUS CHRIST, RACE, YOU SCARED THE SH!T OUTTA ME!" He backs off, putting his hands up in surrender, "Sorry, sorry, it's just that Jack said you had to be up and out in 10 minutes so we can have an organized strike or whateva'" Race rolls his eyes, "I'm startin' ta think that Davey's rubbin' off on 'im a lil' too much."

I groan, tempted to slide back under the covers, but get up anyway. I slept with my clothes on so I don't have to do anything about that. As I look into an old, rusted mirror and comb my fingers through my now tangled hair, I feel another sharp pain in my chest, accompanied by a dull throbbing. I really should have taken off the bandages while I slept, but now it's too late. I take one last look in the mirror and, ignoring my eyebags, quickly head out the door to join the others. As I get to the gate, everyone's waiting with anticipation, faces grim but hopeful.

Everything happens in a blur. One moment we're striking, and the next we're beaten into a pulp. I manage to soak a Delancey in the eye when suddenly a familiar sharp pain fills my chest and wince, faltering. Morris takes this as an opportunity to knee me in the stomach, forcing me to the ground, where their take turns kicking my chest and body with those damn steel-toed boots of theirs until my clothes are torn and the cuts on my arms reopen. Suddenly, there's a small crack as my body swells up with pain and the taste of metal enters my mouth. I let out a blood-curdling scream as the pain registers in my brain. In my blurred vision, I see the Delancey's walk away, ready to torture their next victim; Crutchie.

I try to get up and reach out, try to scream at them not to hurt him, but all I can do is weakly move my hand in their direction and spit out blood. Suddenly, a small but rough hand reaches out and drags me into an alley. "Dammit, (N/N) what were you thinking?! Fighting in a gawddamn binder, and a makeshift one, no less!" "R-..Race..?" "Not now, (N/N) I have ta get youse to safety foist." I watch as he chews on his nails in thought, "Dammit! The only way back to tha lodge is through the Delancey's again!" He sighs. "Brooklyn it is..." He gingerly picks me up and carries me as fast as possible to Spot's turf.

Setting my feet on the ground and propping me up against him, he bangs on the door. "Spot!" Please! This is serious, I need your help!" I can hear the tears in his voice. Spot flings open the door, obviously very concerned. He's confused for a second, then looks at me and his eyes go wide. "GET THE MED KIT AND A COT OPEN, WESE GOT SOMETHING HORRIBLE THAT'S HAPPENED" he yells behind him. Race, now more calmed down, takes me in his arms again, but seems to refuse to look at Spot, who looks away as well, but more in shame.

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Race POV:

I watch as some of the Brooklyn newsies take (N/N) and lay him on a cot, anger surging through my veins. I take a deep breath "I'll take care of him. You guys don't have to worry about it." As they leave the room, I look down at (N/N) and can't help but feel guilty. Like this is my fault. I only got away with a black eye, but he got all this?

I regain my composure and start by taking (N/N) shirt off. I can already see the bruises starting to form and cringe. I take off his binding bandages and see his chest expand immediately. Poor kid. He must have been hurting in more way that just one. I take the gauze from the wooden box and gently wrap his torso with it. Maneuvering around his arms, I notice something. The bandages on him arms. When he was wearing them before, Jack said it was a marketing ploy, but now I see red bleeding through the white gauze.

I unwrap (N/N)'s arms and gasp. Hundreds of tiny, but deep cuts litter his forearms and wrists. F#ck. He was hurting so much more than I could have ever known. I wrap them with fresh gauze and treat the rest of his wounds, stepping back to admire my handiwork. That's when I start to cry. Full-on tears falling, face in hands crocodile tears. I turn my head with a start to see Spot, standing over me with a hand on my shoulder, looking apologetic "I'm so sorry..." Suddenly this sadness turns to rage. I grab him by the shirt collar and drag him outside to an empty alleyway. "SORRY?? SORRY, MY 4SS! (N/N) AND SO MANY OTHER 'HATTEN NEWSIES ALMOST DIED OUT THERE BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T WANT TO JOIN UNTIL YOU KNEW WE WOULDN'T "CAVE" WELL, WE DIDN'T CAVE, AND LOOK WHAT F#CKING HAPPENED! AND DONT YOU SAY SORRY TO ME AND EXPECT ME TO FORGIVE YOU JUST BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, THAT'S FOR CROW TO DECIDE." Spot seemed silent at first, but now I could see his anger building up; "WADDAYA THINK WOULD O' HAPPENED TO MY BOYS, HUH?? I WANTED TO WAIT TO SEE IF WE WOULD BE THE ONLY ONES FIGHTIN IN THIS BATTLE AGAINST PULITZER."

I open my mouth then close it. He has a fair point, but doesn't he trust me and the udda newsies not to bail in their hour of need? I sigh, pinching my nose. "I'm sorry Spot, I just-... I just wish you trusted me a bit more..." I look up at him to see tears in his eyes. "OH, SPOT HONEY, ITS OKAY, I'M NOT MAD, DON'T CRY, DON'T CRY" I shush him, pulling his head into my chest, which isn't tough considering his height.

As he lets go, the adrenaline rush from today dies down. God, I'm so tired. My knees nearly buckle and Spot notices, "Aye, aye! Tony, you doin' okay?" I nod at him, but the bags under my eyes are making them droop, "Race, honey, you need to get some sleep, okay?" I shake my head but soon fall into Spot's arms as my legs give way. "Fine..." I mumble. I can feel him grinning, "Good, we gots an extra bed for youse to sleep in." I sigh, grateful. I can feel Spot picking me up, the rhythm of his boots tapping along the ground, a pause and shift as he opens the lodging door and kicks it closed behind him as I fall asleep.

I wake up in a cold sweat. (N/N). I need to see (N/N). I need to check if he's okay. I climb out of the bed Spot laid me in and let my eyes adjust to the dark before maneuvering around all the other sleeping kids. I make my way as quietly as possible to where (N/N) is resting. I crouch down and take his hand in mine. How could I let this happen? And how did I not notice his suffering? I press the back of his hand to my forehead, closing my eyes. My body is so tired right now, but my mind is too tortured with guilt to let me sleep.

By the time my thoughts finally leave me alone, the sun is rising in the sky. I'm finally drifting when- "Race?" I turn my head to the voice, "Oh, jesus, you look horrible!" Spot exclaims, "did you even get any sleep last night?" I shrug, to be fair, I lost count of the hours. Spot sighs, "Race...go sleep. At least for a few more hours. I can watch (N/N) if that makes you happy," I nod, rubbing my eyes. I stumble back to my bed amongst all the Brooklyn newsies and fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow.

My mind dreams of talkin' cigars and bloody bandages. I see Crow propped up against the wall, smokin' a cigar. "(N/N)! (N/N)! Oh my god, I'm so happy that you're okay!" (N/N) doesn't answer, I slowly starts walking towards him, "(N/N)...?" he starts laughing. Softly at first then roaring, and the laughing turns into a heavy coughing fit. As (N/N) coughs, red smoke pours out of his lungs and clouds my vision. I swipe at the air, trying to brush away the fog, "(N/N)?? (N/N), where did you go?!" suddenly, the smoke clears and I see (N/N) bruised, damaged, bleeding body at my feet, I gasp and step back. (N/N) slowly turns to face me, and in a painful, teary, almost sickly whisper asks, "Why did you let this happen?" Tears start spilling down my face, "I- I didn't me-" "You did this to me Race. Race. Race. Race! Race! RACE! RACE!--

Spot POV:

--RACE WAKE UP!" He wakes up with a gasp. He looks around wildly, tears dripping from his chin. I've never seen him like this. He must care for him like a brudda. To be honest, I'm worried as well, not only about (N/N) but now that we know 'Hatten isn't gonna back down and we join the fight, what's gonna happen to the newsies in general? Kids could get hoit. Bad.

"Spot?" Race starts sobbing, clinging to my shirt fabric, "Please...tell me it'll be okay..." I can't. Race, I don't know if it will. I almost start sobbing on the Spot ( A/N: heh...), but I hold my composure and smile at him, "It'll be okay, Tony...we're all gonna be fine" He seems to believe this, at least a little bit. "Now, don't you gotta meet up wit' da udda newsies?" He retracts his head from my chest, eyes wide. In a nasal voice, he goes "AW SHOOT, I 'MOST FORGOT" I watch him with a small smile as he rushes to get dressed like the goof he is. God, I love 'im.

Race POV:

Silence. I got there too early. Fuck. I can't just be alone with my thoughts, but at least I have some extra money to... I don't know? I walk up to the bar, where the owner of Jacobi's is cleaning out glasses. I sigh and sit down, "Got anything to help forget? At least for a little while...?"

"Ain't you a little too young for that, kid?" I give him a look and push my money over the counter to him. He quietly collects it, "So what can I get ya?" I'm silent for a bit "Fireball." I say with some demand in my voice. He disappears behind the counter and comes back with some shot glasses and a Fireball bottle, pouring it out into the glasses as I watch. I notice as he sighs, "Feel betta, kid." Can't promise that.

I pick up a shot glass, watching as the orange liquid spins around in it. I take in a breath of spicy cinnamon before letting the liquid slip down my throat, leaving a trail of a burning sensation. Soon, one turns into another, and another, and another and before I could comprehend it, the room starts to spin and blur. Eventually, the room fills with newsies, mumblin' 'bout how crappy the strike went. I do my very best to fit in and not act drunk, but the time zooms by and I find myself singin' 'bout bein' the king o' new york. At some point in the blurry memory, Katherine suggests getting drunk and I throw my hands up and cheer. More free Fireball! But then she clarifies that it was a metaphor, to which I am very disappointed.

The rest whizzes past me and soon I'm stumblin' my way to Brooklyn. I knock heavily on the lodging door, then lean on it. Unexpectedly, the door opens and I'm left to fall flat on my face at the feet of my boyfriend, Spot Conlon. "Race! Darlin', you okay? Youse fell flat on ya face!" He extends a hand that I receive and pulls me up. I giggle, "Ahhhh, my Spotty! Always carin' 'bout uddas. Pshht! Yeah, I'm fiiiine." I flop my hand down to wave off his concern. He wrinkles his nose, "You reek of cinnamon....and alcohol." He widens his eyes and I let out anudda giggle, "Race! Tell me you didn't jus' get drunk!" he whines, I grin, "Okey, 'you didn't jus' get drunk'" I imitate him in a deep voice and he sighs, "Jesus Christ, Racer.." he grabs my hand pulls me inside, eventually laying me on a bed, face red with a giggling fit. "Goodnight, my liege," I giggle some more, "and you my Prince," he gives a small smile before covering me with a blanket. I fall asleep before it's up over my shoulders.

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I wake up with my head feeling like it's going to explode.

Fuck Life.

I groan and sit up. "Mornin' Sleepin' Beauty" Spot smirks and hands me a cup of water, "Shut the fuck up" I whine and grab the glass, "Ooh feelin' feisty today, huh?" I shoot him a look that could rot a squash with one gaze. He holds up his hands in defense, "Alright, alright, my bad," He shrugs. I sigh and take a sip of water, which turns into me chugging the whole thing. "You betta get ova this hangover fast, hon" I groan, not ready to do anything at all today, "We gots the meetin' wit' Jack."

End my life.

"No, I don't think I will," "fuuuuck did I say that out loud?" I let out a small wail, and Spot chuckles a little, though you can tell there's somethin' on his mind still, "Yeah, ya did sweetheart." I grumble something incomprehensible and look down, red. He smiles, "Get dressed and drink as much water as possible, okay? We can't have you hungover for the big meeting, right?" I nod...which causes my head to hurt. Ow.

I sigh and decide to take my sweet time getting dressed. This sucks. "Spotty!" I call, then cringe after a new wave of pain hits, he pokes his head through the door "Yeah?". "I don't have the energy to deal wit' all dese gawddamn bandages. Help me?" He blushes a bit but agrees to help me bind. All I focus on is not hurting my head again. Spot ties the bandages and stands back to admire his handiwork but quickly notices my cringin'. "Do you want somethin' cold?" he asks gently, I nod as gingerly as possible.

*Timeskip to after the newsies meet n greet bcuz I'm power-finishing this at 12am and my mental health is steadily declining*

My hand shakes as I bring a fresh, unlit cigar to my lips.

Jack. That sellout, that traitor.

A sharp pain knocks me out of my angry thoughts. Ah. I burned myself.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, "Racer.." says a gentle voice, "You okay? that's your 3rd cigar in the past 2 hours or so." I look up to see Finch leaning over me as I sit on the ground, a concerned look on his face, "You're gonna run out all too soon" I give a bitter laugh, "Yeah, I guess I will." Finch can see that there's not much he can do to help me. He gives a weak smile and turns to walk away.

I see Davey run off somewhere. I wonder where they're going? I sigh and turn my head back down to the ground. Who cares? Without a leader, the strike'll just fall apart and Pulitzer'll win. Who was I kidding when I bragged abt being da "King o' New York"? I'm just some nobody kid without a nickel to my name. The bigger guys always win, so what's with me tryin'?

Jack POV:

I can't let any more kids get in this much danger. I visited (N/N) today. I found out about all his... injuries, as well as whatever he was born as. He's been through so much before all this, he doesn't deserve it.

It's my fault for being so ignorant. For not noticing anything was goin' on. My fault for inciting this stupid strike. For getting all these kids hoit. and Crutchie...poor Crutchie, locked up in that godawful place. I know he ain't helpless, 'e's a cheeky little bastard, I'll give him that, but the Refuge breaks down even the biggest of smiles and smothers the brightest of people. I will never forget that hell I went through. I went in a cheeky fightin' kid with a deep, strong flame, and came out with the embers barely glowing. It took years just to spark it up again. I'm terrified as to what'll happen to him.

I lean over the railing of my penthouse, not even noticing as it shakes and squeaks, making way for a young boy a little younger den me. "-Jack! JACK!" "Jesus Christ, yeah??? Oh, it's you, Dave..." I look away shamefully, he's probably here to chew me out and tell me we're done and gone. "What the hell was that?" I wince, I knew it. "Waddya mean 'what the hell was that?'?" "You know what I mean, JACK KELLY." I'm fucked. "YOU BETRAYED US FOR MONEY?!" "I WOULDN'T HAVE FELT PRESSURED TO IF I WADN'T DEALIN' WIT' A FLAKER!" Davey gives a bitter laugh and balls up the front of my shirt in his fist, tugging me towards him. "Ohoho! And if I wasn't your 'best friend' you'd be lookin' at me through one swollen eye!" "Oh, yeah? Well, don't let that stop ya, huh? Gimme your best shot!" something soft roughly pressing against my lips. The only thought at the moment is; 'Well, this is new... and passionate, 'specially from Dave' there's a heavy, awkward silence.

I back away from him, knocking over my drawings in the process. One specific drawing rolls out seemingly by fate. It taps on Davey's shoe and he looks down. His eyes widen a little as he reaches down to get it. "Is this.. the Refuge?" he puts a hand over his mouth, "weren't you stuck here once? Rats, cockroaches everywhere, 6 kids to a bunk? Holy fuc- I mean fudge." If the moment weren't this tense, I might've laughed. "Jack..." I feel a hand on my shoulder. "You don't have to tell me if you're not ready." I shake my head and he drops his arm understandingly. "Either way, we could use this. Heck..." Davey seems deep in thought before his face lights up, "We could make our own newspaper!" I look at him in disbelief, he notices, and speaks again "think about it, Jackie! Kath's a real talented writer! This art could change the perspective of hundreds! We could write to tell all the workin' boys to go on Strike tomorra'! And we could expose Snyder in the process!" Hey, that's not too bad..."But, Dave, how're we gonna print it?" His face falls, "I didn't think about it...we're banned from every printin' press in New York.."

Oh no. Ohhh no. "No. Noooo." I whine, Davey chuckles, amused "what?" "I know a printin' press that no one would ever think of!" Davey grins, "Then what are we waitin' for?" He puts my drawing back into the case, and slings it over his shoulder, getting ready to climb down. Suddenly, a thought strikes me, "Wait-" "Yeah?" "Dave- what are we exactly? Like I know how we act to each other n' everything, but we've never really said out loud what we are..." Davey giggles, "Jackie-" "No! Tell me right now, are we... in love? Boyfriends, I guess?? Or am I just something for your own experimentation?"

He cups my face in his hands, "Jackie..." he kisses my nose, "Of course I love you! And yes! We are in love! Dating! Boyfriends! Whichever way you want to define us!" Soon we're both grinning ear-to-ear and blushing. "Now!" he exclaims, hopping up, clearly on a high from the whole kiss and convo, "Let's get to it!" I laugh and stand up as well, following my over-enthusiastic boyfriend down the ladder. As Davey said; Let's get to it!

(Y/N) POV:

'My head hurts...' I think groggily. I try to open my eyes, but my vision is blurred and wonky. I sit up. Nevermind. Everything hurts. As my vision starts to clear, I see a very tired Spot Conlon sitting in a chair in the corner of whatever room I'm in rubbing sleep from his eyes. He fixates his eyes on me for a second, and I can see the sleepiness and confusion in his eyes turn into shock and joy. "(N/N)! Ohmygod! I'm so glad you'se awake!" I can see him go to wrap me in a bear hug before holdin' himself back after he remembers all my injuries. Wait. My injuries. "Does this mean you know about...?" I vaguely gesture to my arms and Spot nods sadly, "And..." I cringe and gesture to my chest, now only lightly bound with medical tape, but tighter than needed for a typical injury. I smile to myself. That must've been Race. He's like a perfect older brother, not only thinkin' about my physical health, but also my mental well-being.

Spot notices the look on my face and sees me lookin' down at my chest, he chuckles, "Yeah, Race decided on that. He wanted you to feel as comfortable as possible while you heal." I start grinning even harder. Spot spoke up again "Don't forget that even boys born seen as boys don't have perfectly flat chests, so binding as tight as you did wasn't necessary or safe, for that matter." I give him a look, is Spot really trying to be the cis savior right now? He gives me a look right back, "What? I know what I'm talking about." He lifts his shirt up to reveal two scars on his chest. I gasp, "But you're only *insert years/months* younger/older than me! How did you even know that this was an option, as well, how did you do it?" He smirks, pulling his shirt back down, "Thought so. Anyway, I don't really know. I needed them off desperately and randomly thought of it. As for the how, Buttons is AMAZING with scissors and blades. Like, scary amazing." He shivers. I blink. Damn.

He gives a shy grin "Do I really pass that well?" I look at him enviously "Of course! But... how do you look so...masculine?" "Well, I tried my best to copy the behavior of other boys I saw. And the whole working out didn't hurt." I nod, taking a mental note. Behavior, got it. Can't promise sticking to a workout, though. Spot scoots closer, taking my hand in his, "But the most important thing to understand is- behavior, body type, and a powerful reputation doesn't define being a true boy. What does is what's in here-" he taps my head, "-and here." he points to my heart. Spot looks me in my eyes, "You could wear dresses, skirts, use a 'girly' name, hell, even go by she! and you'd still be a boy in my eyes." I feel my eyes water, and Spot opens his arms to me with a sincere look. I fall into his arms and cry tears of joy. Spot and Race are the older brothers I never had, helping me at every fork in the road of my transition.

(A/N: I noticed that a big issue in trans fanfics was that the cis person was always the one to condescendingly teaching the helpless trans kid how to bind properly. I decided to make both of your mentors trans, had them both know what they're talking about, and made sure that you weren't completely useless or clueless, only that you needed guidance seeing as (Y/N) is a trans kid with no former knowledge about his transition. As well, I kinda wanted this fic to be of help to any newcomer trans men. Anyway, on to the last of the story!)

"So how are your ribs feeling?" Spot asks after we both calm down, "A little sore, but pretty much moveable. Is it really this painful to bind? I mean, the past few weeks I had the binding stuff on was my first time." "It shouldn't, I mean, lookit Race. He seems energetic and flexible even when he's binding." I think he sees my insecure face because he speaks again, "What I mean to say is- if you have more experience binding, you'll know how to mix mental and physical comfort. Either way, what fucked up your ribs wasn't the binding, it was the Delancey's. Not saying the way you were binding wasn't bad and wouldn't have caused lasting damage, of course."

I see Spot have a flicker of thought behind his eyes, he pulls out an obviously stolen silver pocket watch with the initials H.A. engraved on it to check the time. "Almost time..." he mutters. I give him a suspicious look, "Almost time for what...?" he looks sheepishly at the ground, "Nnnnnothing." I let out a noise halfway between a snort and a scoff, "Uh huh." "Fine." he sighs, "All the newsies and workin' boys is comin' together today. We'se hopin' ta finish up this strike Once And For All."

"Let me guess, I shouldn't go because I'm still healing." He nods, "Spot!! I need to do my part in this strike! I can't miss the most important day of my life." he gives me a weird look, "You don't even know what the outcome'll be, plus I promised Race that you wouldn't get hurt." "Please, I've been bedridden for WEEKS. And I won't get hurt" I protest stubbornly, he sighs exasperatedly "FINE, but I'm gettin' you right outta there at the foist sign o' danger, okay?" "Okay!" I say, content with the compromise. "We should prolly get you up and used to legs again before the strike--" my stomach rumbles harder than Les when he sees the chocolate croissants in the Pastry Shop window, and that's seriously saying somethin', "--and something to eat, too."

Spot holds my hands as I get out of bed and basically learn to walk again with wobbly legs. You could just paint my back with spots and call me a baby deer. Once I get my legs to work with me, Spot leads me to a tin tub. I give him a 'seriously?' look, "What am I doin', goin' ta church?" he laughs sarcastically, "Ha, ha. (N/N), you haven't cleaned yourself since the last time you were conscious. I also need to refresh your bandages since those haven't been touched since Race changed them in the foist place." "Fiiiine" I growl.

Spot unwraps my arm and chest bandages, but when it comes to me taking off the rest of my clothes, he looks away (not even for my privacy, but just because he is highly repulsed to the idea of naked bodies) I add enough soap suds on top of the water to cover my body so he's comfortable.

He grabs some soap and lathers up my hair with it, soon rinsing it. He also lathers and rinses my face, removing the built-up dirt, grease, and sweat, which accumulated surprisingly quickly for only spending a month, or was it two, here. Spot brings out a small piece of scrap fabric and a bottle of some liquid, then gently grabs my arms. "This might burn a little," he said empathetically. He dampened the cloth with what I am assuming is disinfectant and started pressing it against my healing cuts. I tried to hold in my pain but let out a small hiss when the cloth reached the deeper cuts on the backs of my arms. Spot stopped temporarily, letting my arms adjust to the sting a little, before continuing. Once he's finished, he hands me the soap and leaves the room to let me bathe myself in peace and picks up my dirty clothes and old bandages. "Holler if you need anything!" he yells on his way out.

I create a lather in my hands and stand up so I can actually wash my body. The air is chilly compared to the bathwater, so I do my best to be quick as I let my soap hands travel gingerly over my body. I look down, and for the first time in a long time, I don't feel ashamed. Spot words echo in my mind as I smile softly; 'You could wear dresses, skirts, use a 'girly' name, hell, even go by she! and you'd still be a boy in my eyes.' I guess, for now, I'm confident in my masculinity.

I sit back down, enjoying the warmth, and rinse myself off. I step out of the bath and look at the grey-ish brown-ish water. Ew, was I really that dirty? As the cold air envelops me once more, I realize I don't have a towel. Or clothes. "Spot!" I call out, "Yeah?" I hear a faint voice, "I need a towel and some clothes!" I answer. There's quiet, then a series of rustling sounds that slowly get closer. The door opens a crack and I see a tan, muscular hand slide a pile of clothes and a towel in my direction. I smile gratefully, "Thanks, Spotty!" "Aye! Only Race can call me dat..." "Okay, fine."

I dry my hair as much as possible, before continuing to my body. There's not much actual rubbing rather than patting because of my injuries, so when I get my pants on and slip my button-down onto my shoulders, they get a little damp. "Spot?" I call out again, "Do you think you could help me with my bandages?" "'Course!" He casually picks up the chest bandages and binds it pretty much perfectly- Tight enough to make a difference in my chest size, but loose enough to let my ribs heal. Spot then starts re-bandaging my arms, "Can I ask you a question, Spot?" "Sure, (N/N)" he says nonchalantly, "Why is it you are repulsed by fully naked bodies, but you're perfectly casual and fine about helping me bind my chest when I'm half-naked?" he clears his throat as if he was ready to spin a whole story, "Well, Race used to live with me and we started trusting each other a lot more than when we first met. He trusted me enough to teach him the best way to bind, and he trusted me enough to feel comfy without a top on when around the house, so I'm kinda desensitized. But when it comes to people being naked or bein' overly suggestive, I just..don't like it. At all."

'Asexual,' I think, 'Knew it."

"Anyway, you ready to fight off the bulls and get our rights back, (N/N)?" He stands up and offers a hand to help me up, which I receive. I catch my reflection in the dirty bathwater. I can see crystal clear, that I am dapper, strong, and ready to kick some Delancey ass.

But first, Lunch.

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I arrive at the strike on Spot's shoulders, hyped for the happy ending they all worked so hard for. Spot sets me down gently and scans the crowd for someone. It seems he found them because his face lights up. I see Race run over to us. "(N/N)! Oh my god, I'm so fuckin' glad that you're awake! Especially today of all days!" however, his enthusiasm is soon replaced with concern, "But is ya sure yer okay? You must've woken up just today, so are you feeling good? Yer injuries don't hurt too bad, you're not dizzy, hungry, thirsty?" "Calm down, Tony, I gave him a bath, changed his bandages, gave him food n' water, even a pep talk, so you don't need to worry!" Race takes a few deep breaths, "Okay, okay, yeah I'm fine. But that's great!" He engulfs me in a firm, but gentle hug. I look around the crowd and see some familiar faces, Katherine seems to have brought another girl with her, who I'm assuming is Sarah, Davey's sister. I see Albert and Elmer tightly holding each other's hands. I see Finch and Smalls exchanging jokes as a form of distraction. I look back at Race and Spot, who are being so romantic, it's almost gross. Almost.

The adrenaline still hasn't left me so when people start getting as excited as me, it just hypes me up even more. We look up at the window of Pulitzer's office and see Jack and a few others standing there, waving. I wave back vigorously. Not too long after, Jack, Davey, Pulitzer, and The Governer appear on a balcony, Jack at the front. "Newsies of New York City..." cue the pause for dramatic effect, "WE WON!!" The crowd of newsies roars with joy. I watch as Crutchie limps out and beats Snyder's ass as the abuser is dragged away, I don't understand why so many people see him as an angel, it's obvious that he's a cheeky lil' rat bastard.

Suddenly, it's like everything is in slow motion. I look around once more and see Katherine and Sarah kissing, same with Albert and Elmer, Finch and Smalls are hugging each other tightly. I look back up at the balcony and see Davey and Jack gettin' it ON. I look once again to Spot and Race, who just finished kissing. Spot reaches down and hoists me onto his shoulders to cheer. And as I take in this momentous victory one sense at a time, I realize in a moment of pure bliss-

I finally found my true family.

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Word Count: 8190

(A/N):

This took VERY LONG (approx. one month, I just finished after working from 9 pm to 5 am) I know it was supposed to be a simple one-shot, but since there was no one to help narrow down and shorten the plot for me, I got carried away. I am, however, pleased with the length of it. This may be the longest fic I've ever written. As well, I hope any underlying advice or tips mentioned in the story helped you to understand/realize something.

I would love it if you were to vote, give me some constructive criticism, and/or request something for me to write! Don't forget- I live to write that one fanfic you can never find.

Love y'all!

~ Race

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curiosity-killed · 3 years

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hello! what are your top five (or more) hualian fics? I can't just keep rereading your fics so I desperately need some recs! c:

adsjhlk anonnn ;A; ah okay so some of my faves pulled from my top tier of bookmarks (which is wildly subjective and depends upon the day and mood but oh well. here we are):

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you'll know, you'll fall by mme_anxious

Rating: E

Summary:

“We talked about it,” Xie Lian says, hearing the frustration in his voice. “I want to go to the next step.” “It's okay if you don't—” Hua Cheng started. “I do! God, I want it so much. I don't want you thinking that I don't. I—I think about it all the time, San Lang.” Hua Cheng looks pleased, the tops of his cheekbones flushing to match his red shirt, and his thumb strokes the back of Xie Lian's hand. “What do you think about, gege?” -- Xie Lian seeks a lesson in desire. And another. And another.

My notes (apologies for this one it’s drawn straight from my bookmark notes lmao):

INTIMACY IS WORTH THE VULNERABILITY! TRUST IS REAL! LOVE EXISTS! HOLY SHIT!!!

i might be tearing up a little bit bc of the abundance of love and care apparent both between hualian and in the writing of this fic. it's. A Lot.

Animal and Real by etymologyplayground (but also all of EP’s hualian fics because they’re the fics I most reread ^^’)

Rating: T

Summary:

Ling Wen and Shi Qing Xuan establish the communication array, and then Ling Wen leaps into the well and disappears. Shi Qing Xuan walks over and sits in front of Xie Lian and Hua Cheng. "So," she says. "Dianxia. Crimson Rain Seeks Flower. Fancy meeting you here."

Book 1 ended on a cliffhanger. I fell off.

Alternate summary: "Xie Lian's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day" Slowly Animorphs Into "Xie Lian And Hua Cheng Have A Nice Day, Actually"

My notes:

I like...don’t...actually....have words for this LMAO but basically I love, love, love Xie Lian getting to be hurt and hurting and Hua Cheng finding different ways to comfort and help him and actually talking about things (like Xie Lian accidentally hurting Hua Cheng’s feelings and them actually TALKING ABOUT IT) and just hnnnn yeah. this is like my go-to fic haha but I heartily rec all of etymologyplayground’s fics for tgcf (also many mdzs/cql fics but i am apparently behind in reading those orz)

le renard apprivoisé by hilarions

Rating: G

Summary:

If you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others, and hearing it will call me like music out of my burrow. You will understand that the things that are yours are unique in all the world. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.

My notes:

Ah gosh. Hua Cheng equating himself with a starving, injured wild thing that doesn’t deserve care or compassion, Xie Lian telling him he loves him the fox anyway, the nature of dessert and love hnnn it’s a good time

Panopticon by @pengiesama

Rating: M

Summary:

Jun Wu has built a very splendid home for Xie Lian, with gifts and friends and wondrous sights just for him. He will be very happy there.

Xie Lian won't take this house arrest lying down.

(Inspired by the book/movie Coraline, by Neil Gaiman.)

My notes:

Just an absolutely delectable balance of suspense and mild horror and love and aaahhh sometimes I forget that parts of this aren’t canon bc this is basically accepted as my canon of Jun Wu. Also “I was taller than that” will never not be my favorite thing

Tame to Fortune's Blows + Something Foreknown by crowdedcafe

Rating: M and T, respectively

Summaries:

For eight hundred years, Ruoye is Xie Lian’s only companion. It tries its best to ease some of his hardships, to lessen the misery he feels. But Ruoye is only a length of silk, and sometimes its love simply isn’t enough in the face of Xie Lian’s suffering.

Or, Ruoye loves Xie Lian when others don’t know how.

(TFB)

E-ming is born with a hole in his heart and an emptiness in his soul. Through centuries of hearing stories about Hua Cheng's beloved, E-ming grows to love the man he was born missing.

(SF)

My notes:

Just really lovely character studies essentially of Xie Lian and Hua Cheng through the lens of their weapons. personally I think they’re best read together but they are each standalone, canon-compliant fics

ALSO:

Innocence Died Screaming, Honey Ask Me I Should Know by @eponinemylove

Rating: T

Summary:

Hua Cheng puts a finger to his temple thoughtfully. He asks, "Who wants to tell me what the deal is with all these damn petals?"

The communication array goes completely silent, a feat almost in itself. Hua Cheng muses silently that gods can, apparently, shut the fuck up—they just choose not to. How convenient.

It takes a moment before Ling Wen manages to speak up. "Your Highness," she says carefully, "what did you say just now?"

"These white petals? There's got to be a hundred of them. The man just—oh yeah, there was a man—exploded into them. What's up with that?"

There's a long stretch of silence where it feels like all of Heaven is holding its breath.

Finally, Ling Wen responds. Her voice is clipped as she asks, "What do you know about the Four Calamities? Specifically, White Flower Mourns Massacre?"

Alternatively: the one where Hua Cheng is a martial god, Xie Lian is a calamity, and nobody is at all what they seem.

My notes:

AAAAAAHHHHH. GOD. THIS FIC. it would be embarrassing to admit how many times I’ve reread it (also I don’t know. late night decisions are not meant to be recorded in the ledger of memory) but it’s so fucking good. The characterization, the threads pulled from canon along with the deviations and alterations and the suSPENSE i am McLosing It. pls god someone come yell abt this fic with me i love it sm

I have such low Fic Reading Energy but. this babe. i see an update email and start vibrating like a gd electron.

Some other authors I trust with my heart and soul: @xihe-jun, merthurlin, atomicmuffin, uhhh I’m definitely missing people orz

#in all honesty i'm p bad about reading fics #after my initial quote-unquote lit review of a fandom orz #after that i basically only read what pops up on my dash #or gets sent to me by people orz #but i do rlly love all of these #long post #hualian fic rec #fic rec #tgcf #Anonymice #asked & answered

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nighttimepixels · 3 years

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TALK TO US ABOUT MASS EFFECT I HAVE BEEN AN INSANE MASS EFFECT/SHAKARIAN TRASH PERSON SINCE 20-FUCKING-11 AND LEMME TELL YOU THOSE FEELINGS HAVENOT TARNISHED A SINGLE FRACTION IN THOSE TEN YEARS OH MY GOOOOOOODDDSSSS!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A PLAY-BY-PLAY UP TO THE MINUTE OF YOUR REACTIONS TO EVERYTHING!!!!

you are so valid and I totally see why everyone I've ever mentioned it to loves the hell out of it

aksdjlsdfj I meannnn if you want to hear my rambling about it then hell yeah

Okay, gonna put this below the cut to save everyone else XD also- since I'm not leaving this Mass Effect obsession anytime soon, if you're not interested in seeing occasional posts about it, please feel free to block the tag "night plays ME"~

(mild spoilers ahead??)

((also for real I mean it when I say this is rambling as hell lol, apologies and no stress if absolute no one reads all this))

OKAY SO Mass Effect 1-

Stars help me, I was honestly hooked right from the start?? Like even in Legendary Edition (the combined trilogy just re-released in one "can play it on one system + minor improvements", for anyone who doesn't know) where it's smoothed out, of course it's obvious that ME1 is a decade old... but the foundation for these relationships are all there and gods I love them already.

Like - Kaiden right off the top is a delightful good fightin lad, what the hell. I've heard that he's viewed as 'bland' by a good portion of the fan community but I dunno, he's a delight and even more complex by the time 2 rolls around and you encounter him on Horizon, it was honestly Ashley I was way more meh about - mostly because before you can learn about her family history/etc, she comes off as hella xenophobic and I was immediately offended for my growing space family that she didn't like/trust all the aliens around, pfff.

(she gets redeemed a bit through further actions/evolving thoughts, but I thought in retrospect it was a bummer that they didn't flip the order there, give her a chance to be liked before the complicating factor of being so rude about aliens >:c that then she could grow from... ah well. Apparently she has a good arc but uh, let's just say I chose Kaiden at the "key junction" in the latter part of the game so I won't be seeing anymore of Ashley uh... anytime soon, haha.)

Garrus??? Is??????? The ABSOLUTE best???????????

I liked him from the start, I'm always a bit of a sucker for a rogue-detective "the system won't bring this bastard to justice, so I've got to" type and all their moral shadiness XD But he just gets better, honestly, and where I'm at in ME2 (right before the Reaper IFF mission, as of typing this, with everyone's loyalty!) I am only digging myself deeper into this hole-

-*wheezing* okay anyways -

Wrex is AMAZING I love fightin' middle-aged krogan bastard, gods. Liara is great too, I'm a sucker for a wlw relationship (playing fem!Shepard, so) - buuuut I'll admit she's a bit more one-note in ME1. Last week while I was still on ME1 I remember hearing (while trying to dodge spoilers) that her arc is really good, though. I think they leaned a little hard on the 'innocent but sexy' sterteotype on her (so despite the yikes aspect of a few of the things I've learned in ME2, lol, I actually really like the complexity that's been added to her character.)

Saved Liara first, so by the time I got to Noveria and had the standoff with Benezia there was the chance to have emotions over Liara having to face her TwT and of course, I made the questionable but quality decision to free Queen Rachni heheh. no ragrets

More than a blow-by-blow of my choices though I totally wanna take the chance to say that even in the mild jankiness of ME1 (goddammit, the Mako.... please..... please just go up this impossible cliff I just want to resource hunt-) the way that the lore, both obvious/key to main plot and the lesser/filler/background/world-building kinds... I just love it. It incorporates it well, you can go ham in the codex learning more, or just dive into the basics - it's clearly a complex galaxy (and they do an even better job in 2 of fleshing it out further), and it never really felt overwhelming. It was pretty natural figuring it all out-!

Plus the interesting implications of resource hunting amongst the sapient races, and the little side missions you better bet I did every one of- there's so much rich depth in the story if you do 'em!! (And that lead with that Keeper side mission...? Looking back, damn, clever foreshadowing-!!!)

And oh my gods, Ilios??? hell yeah. I loved that mission so much, especially having Garrus & Kaiden with me when talking to the hologram/computer, and more than anything, that last sprint in the Mako trying to get to the jump before it closed-???

yeet the boi-

Also mannn I love a good setpiece, and having to go up the side of the elevator, space-side?? such a cool setup!!

Plus it felt good having been Paragon enough (as simple as the good v bad vibe system is, I don't hate it, lol) to avoid one of the Saren fights, ngl. And the er, "second fight" with Sovereign-Saren.... hell yeah

... I'll admit I had to double check my choice re whether to save the Council. I did in the end, but I swear, sometimes the way they phrase things I'm like ".... okay but Garrus is right, defeating Sovereign is more important than these few leaders??????" woops. Listen, priorities, is all I'm saying..... (￣ヮ￣|||)ゞ

'Course later they emphasize (in ME2) that there were 10,000 people on that same ship and I was like well I wouldn't have second guessed if I'd known that, I mean c'mon-

Also I did indeed romance Liara in this one, so I got that scene ;Dc But,,,, I also knew by the end that I was totally gonna romance Garrus in 2 since he's an option then finally,,,,, lemme tell you the guilt as I waffled over whether to romance Liara bc of it. hahaha.

Aaaaand Mass Effect 2-

So I'm only up to right before the Reaper IFF Mission, so I don't know the ending, etc etc lol. That said, I've just finished every side mission I've found with the exception of the Shadowbroker Quest and the Arrival Quest (I've heard the latter basically leads into ME3, and the former is best either right before the Omega 4 jump or in postgame).

So from the start - fuck yeah fuck yeah what a high adrenaline start Shepard noooooo but also yes save Joker aH-

The motion comic too hot damn nice job

I loved this setup, seriously - especially forcing Shep into this situation, having to work with/for Cerberus, and the compelling reasoning given behind "why" they do what they do (I especially found it a good point that the Salarians have the Task Force, the Asaris the Commandos, the Turians the- etc... like, true, when you put it like that, having a similar group advancing human interests/solving human interstellar problems is pretty reasonable...). That said, I love too that it really isn't shied away from how Cerberus is nonetheless fucked up - or its at least done fucked up stuff.

Listen, I still think some messed up stuff is gonna be revealed in 2's endgame......... after that Horizon mission and the Collector's ship???? TIM I SEE YOU YOU SHADY MF-

aaanyways lol...

I'm so so glad on a gameplay level they nixed the Mako style exploration. A few Hammerhead missions are fine and a lot more focused than the slippery ass navigation in that glorified ATV, pfff. The probes are a neat way of getting after similar resources - and more importantly, having good levels and some good hubs (the Zakera Wards, Omega, Ilium, etc) is way way more fun than having a more 'sprawling' space that is.... a lot of empty nonsense, lol.

Then there's the fact that we get Joker right off the bat and you can interact with him so much - and him and EDI??? Get out gods I love them. Kasumi is so right when she says they sound like a bickering old married couple lol. I have a terrible feeling that some shit is gonna happen with EDI..... but I don't think she's evil as-is, at least.

Side-eying the hell out of those "access forbidden" parts of her that she doesn't even know.... and the fact that her AI core has a locked door access................... something's gonna happen gdi LEAVE OUR ADOPTED AI ALONE.

(Also Joker pls stop fracturing your thumb on the mute button)

Also please save me there are so many hot aliens in this game,,,,, the xeno/monsterfuckers really comin' through strong in the sequels............... doin' the lord's work........................................

In general, I love how many levels ME stepped up in two with complexity and interwoven narratives!! Like, to the point it'd be almost a drag to replay ME1, even though it was fun going through it (if occasionally a bit tedious with the cookie cutter rando planet science/mine facilities, lol). Like, just from how fun and interesting ME2 is, mostly! more of all the pre-introduced races, plus new ones, plus more filling in of intragalactic politics, and more interesting implications of all these space-faring races mixing....

Also gods WREX and his planet holy shit,,,,, fuckin' hell yeah my man get their shit together and also adopt Grunt yes good-

And Mordin??? My singing semi-evil scientist best friend forced to confront his choices more than he thought he ever would have???? With some of the best ongoing general report chatter of all the companions??

(when I tell you I choked on my coffee when I talked to him after confirming romance choice w/ Garrus and that 'pamphlet' and 'anaphalactic shot if ingesting-' kajsldkfjsldfjk)

Like, fuck, the fact that they actually dive into the mixed morality and horrors of the genophage, and you can confront Mordin on it, for good reason, yet he still stands his ground, until finally some bits of his loyalty mission seem to... affect him, and I'm guessing might set up things for 3 with him? Unsure, but either way, damn, the fact that they start to dig into it...

And Taliiiii my beloved forbidden alien wife TwT her loyalty mission was SO GOOD. I love how varied they all are?? Getting to defend her and discover what she'd unwittingly been a part of-!!

Zaeed is a bastard but tbh I love that he is and that he's unapologetic in him - and Kasumi omg, best thief. A heist?? Gods, yes- I love our couch lounge chats XD

Samara is..... illegally.......... she's an illegally powerful and beautiful and eloquent MILF...........................

(.... listen I'm sapphic as hell and I'm kicking my own ass for picking her up last aksjdlfksjdfl - but her loyalty mission, damn. And seeing how there's this interesting cultural subset, and the struggle with the Asari in that they unquestioningly accept/respect justicars, but also know that the impact outside their culture is a diplomacy nightmare waiting to happen-)

,.,,,,,T,,, Thane,,,,,

I am weak for morally implicated murder dads okay?? And that voice??? His mannerisms?????? How you first see him, and that prayer after assassinating her...???????? And his history/his people's history with the hanar, gods I love how messy it is, it feels so much more real!

Also Jack is a mess and I love her (and want to get her some therapy, omg), and her and Miranda nearly duking it out after you've done both their loyalty missions??? so good and makes a lot of sense-! Honestly I would love more interactions between teammates on the ship, but there's already so much the devs had to balance I can't blame 'em for minimizing, heh. But suffice to say I also love Miranda and Jacob, even if I'm softest for my alien crew XD Hell yeah Jacob, we'll get loud and spill drinks on the citadel indeed TwT

.... I could write a whole essay on how much I love Garrus oTL Perhaps because he and Tali are the throughlines from 1 on your 2 crew, I have some of the strongest feelings about them... but genuinely, he was one of my favorite companions in the first game, and how you find him as Archangel in two? Getting to help him fight his way out after he's gone nearly 48 hours straight fighting off three gangs alone, jfc. His vengeance quest and what can happen there.... That line? fuck me, that line -

It's so much easier to see the world in black and white. Grey? I don't know what to do with gray...

How DARE you come for my heart like this, devs holy shit

(also, some other choice faves so far from the series from him include We can disobey suicidal orders?? and This wasn't in my training manual... [in 1, if you have him with you @ th Thorian fight] and his whole.... pop the heat sink - in his romance ;Dc)

asdasdfksadjfkl like I said I can write an essay on him PFFF suffice to say I'm very looking forward to his romance scene and where things go in 3

But yeah gods I'm just gonna keep rambling if I'm not careful lol. Gods I don't even know what to talk about it's all so good and while I can understand people roasting the obviousness of Paragon V Renegade (v neutral) choices/alignments, I think they do a pretty damn good job in 2 of pushing it further - to the point that there were some times that I accidentally got renegade points and I wasn't that mad, haha. There's so much fun in the interactions that I just have a good time anyways~

I have so many thoughts about TIM (The Illusive Man) and Cerberus.... theories evolving galore............... and like, what the hell!! Omega 4 going to the center of the galaxy is such a cool twist, goddamn - though my heart still breaks at losing Kaiden (his line if you haven't romanced him?? about feeling like he lost a limb when he lost you??? holy shit.... but I also can't blame him for not trusting Cerberus to the point of it affecting his ability to trust Shepard... like fuck Shep go after himmmm) I'm really excited to see where that goes since he comes back in 3, and what the fuck happens with Cerberus bc while I love the fact that obviously there are a lot of people in it for the right reasons, doing good work, there are those that are doing the opposite, and I have a very bad feeling about where TIM will end up landing....

All that said though I need to do the Reaper IFF mission (where I'm lightly spoiled as to getting That Boy, but not how/what happens to make it so - just that it's apparently wise to have all your side missions done before getting him...) and the actual Omega 4 jump. So we'll see what happens and what I think about it from there heheh!

.... major kudos and genuine props if you made it here to the end, I am so sorry for not editing on condensing all this, and appreciate you so much ;w;

#night answers #night plays ME #(yes that's a purposeful pun lol)#((i sure have played myself by starting this series its so good aksdjflskjfd))

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glorified-red · 4 years

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Tim Drake SFW Headcanons

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warnings: none

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Tim shows his love and affection through acts of service, tucking you in at night and making sure you come home safely because he doesn't trust Gotham streets. He does also use touch to show his affection, holding your hand in the car and giving you hugs whenever he can to show his love for you. He’s also touch starved as hell so he adores cuddles and being held by you or just feeling you in his arms, safe and sound.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

A relationship with Tim can start one of three ways. Meeting him at a gala or being apart of a neighboring wealthy family, meeting him as a fellow vigilante, or meeting him at Gotham Academy. The best way to get into a relationship with him is probably the middle/last way, if you can empathize with his night life he can immediately trust you with his secret and the relationship can be built off of trust. That being said I don't think Tim would enjoy having a s/o who is a vigilante just because he doesn’t like being constantly worried for your well-being or wondering if he’s ever gonna see you again because you got injured in the field. So, the best way is to meet him at school and become really good friends with him until he eventually trusts you with his identity.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Tim is touch starved as all hell, but he is a closeted cuddle bug. He never shies away from your touch so once you realized that and started to cuddle with him? He just can’t get enough of it, he constantly wants to feel your touch against him, the reassuring weight in his arms. Tim likes to hold you, you head leaning onto his chest, him placing tiny kisses onto the crown of your head. But after a rough patrol he won’t hesitate to face plant into your chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He loves when you play with his hair, it’ll immediately make him doze off.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Tim had to take care of himself throughout his whole childhood, so he knows how to clean after himself and make a decent meal of Craft Mac and Cheese. He would love to settle down and eventually retire the ole cape and cowl but it doesn’t seem like it'll happen anytime soon for him, so if you’re patient with it? He’ll love you so much more.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Tim would hold off on breaking up with you for as long as possible, he might even just wait for you to break it off so he can take all the blame off of your shoulders. He values communication so he’d try to sit down and talk out what's not working with you so he can figure out the best way to move forward instead of wasting the whole relationship with a break up. If you try to talk him out of patrolling/vigilante-ing? That’s an immediate red flag for him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

A marriage commitment just isn’t on the top of his to-do list/priority list right now. Maybe a few years down the line he’ll reconsider but he doesn't want to depend on a ring to show you how much he loves you. That being said, if there was a really close call for either of you he might just bite the bullet and tell you straight up that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, he won’t propose per se but it’ll give you the hint.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle, Tim has worked with many different victims of many different scenarios so he knows how to treat every emotional situation with delicacy to make sure you’re okay. He won't ever raise his voice at you unless you do something extremely reckless that could’ve gotten yourself killed. He’d much rather talk it out maturely to make sure both parties have time to speak. Physically he could never hurt you, he cares about you way too much to be anything but gentle and romantic with you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Ah yes, Tim hugs. I went into detail about his hugs here but the abridged version is that Tim adores hugs. He loves longs hugs with you that eventually turn into cuddles, he loves the hugs where he can burry himself into your neck and forget about his burdens, he loves hugs where he can be goofy and fall into a fit of laughter with you. His hugs are warm and secure, a grounding moment for the both of you and he likes to hugs you whenever he can.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Tim isn’t the best with his words without blushing like crazy or stuttering so he tends to show his ‘I love you’ through acts instead. He won’t ever say the word to you until you say it first. After the first time he'd rather save the “I love you”s for special occasions.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Tim doesn’t get jealous per se, he just gets a little upset and passive-aggressive. Silently walking away until you come up to him and ask what's wrong, then he’ll just shrug it off because there's no use being jealous when he knows you love him. He just can't help it. You can usually get him out of his jealousy fit by giving him cuddles and reassure him that you still love him and won’t leave him.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Tim has a bunch of different kisses for a bunch of different situations. He loves forehead kisses to show his protection over you, he loves cheek kisses as a quick goodbye, he loves slow and romantic kisses with you to show his true depth of love, he love rough and needy kisses where he can bit against your lower lip. Tim loves to kiss your neck but he will melt if you kiss his jawline or the crown of his head.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Tim has learned to be great with kids to distract them from any traumatic event that had just happened to them or saying hi to his little fans whenever he sees them on patrol. It’s always so adorable being able to see Tim hoist a little kid up on his hip and talk to them as he walks away from a situation while Bruce talks to the parents. Tim always has a smile on his face whenever he sees a kid grab his cape or walk up to him, but he’s too scared to have any of his own just yet.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are very rare with him because he's usually leaving for work or just getting back up from the cave. The few moments where Tim doesn’t have much to do, he would love to stay in bed with you hours after he woke up, just holding you in an attempt to fall back asleep. His bead head is adorable and his morning voice? Its hella attractive, rough around the edges with tiredness but low and sweet.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You think mornings are rare with Tim? Nights are even rarer because he’ll be off to patrol by the time you head to bed and when he gets back he’ll be glued to his computer until morning. You can have “nighttime” with him but that usually involves dragging him to bed at 3pm and falling asleep with him in your arms. The only way to get Tim to sleep is by trapping him in your arms and not letting go until he gives up and settles into your hold.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Tim doesn't open up about his night life for awhile into the relationship, he needs to know he can trust you and the relationship you two have is genuine and real. Once he’s figured that out, he’ll sit you down privately and tell you he’s Red Robin and then give you the chance to ask any questions that you might have, opening himself up completely to you and trying to be as honest as possible.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Tim is very patient, he’s had to learn patience in the field when nothing happens for hours on end. He’s very slow to anger so if he does yell or lash out its for a very good reason. It’s like a second patience brain unlocked for him when you two got into a relationship because he is so patient with you about anything and everything, staying by your side through thick and thin, he only asks for the same patience and respect back.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Tim remembers every little detail about you, even if you mention it once offhandedly. He has a habit of writing things down so he doesn't get a chance to forget, he may even have a file dedicated to you about little nuisance things he’s learned about you. Tim has extremely good memory though so he can remember the exact necklace you wanted back in February so he can give it to you for Christmas. He can immediately recognize whenever you get a haircut/new perfume.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite memory was when he finally bit the bullet and opened up to you about being Red Robin, he had worked himself up for weeks and it was eating him up inside so of course he wanted to finally be completely honest with you. So when you took in all the information and did nothing but welcome him with open arms? He melted so fast and felt so much love in that moment he couldn’t help but cry in relief, hugging you and thanking you over and over again for not being upset or mad at him. That moment was the deciding factor that really made Tim want to hang onto you for the rest of his life.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Tim is semi protective of you, he trusts that you can take care of yourself and don’t need him constantly breathing down your neck. However, he is very protective of you because he doesn't trust Gotham streets or the people in Gotham either. He has a habit of watching you walk home at night so he can make sure you make it back safely, and if he needs to step in he will. He can also be protective of you around his brothers, stepping in during brotherly quarrels so you don’t get caught up in the crossfire.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Tim does try his best when it comes to gifts, he’s more of the sentimental type, buying things that you express interest in rather than attempting to make something for you by himself. He sucks at wrapping gifts so he usually just puts them in a bag and pushes tissue paper inside. He remembers every date, anniversary, birthday, etc, and will make sure he saves some time for you which is the way he shows his effort, by clearing off time out of his busy schedule for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Tim has a really bad habit of being paranoid and having major trust issues. He has contingency plans for If you end up breaking up with him and even has a little paranoid bug in the back of his head that you are only with him because of his wealth or that he’ll loose you or that he isn't enough for you. None of these thoughts are ever really expressed to you but its pretty obvious that he can get insecure about the relationship, the best thing you can do is reassure him constantly and show him that the relationship is genuine through your actions.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Tim isn’t very concerned with his looks, sure he can be insecure about his body and attractiveness when compared to his brothers, but it just isn't a huge thing for him. He’s more insecure about his personality rather than his looks. He does put effort into how he looks when it matters and truly loves when you do the same, but he doesn't love you for looks he loves you for you. You being gorgeous was just a bonus to him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Not really? Tim is very independent and can do well on his own so he won't feel ‘incomplete’ without you because he knows you're safe and okay. Whenever you’re in danger and he can't do anything about it, is really when Tim feels incomplete because you aren't safe, you aren't with him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Tim talks to himself all. the. time. constantly muttering to himself while he works because his brain is flying at a million miles per hour. He often paces across his room and talks things out. You know the rubber duck decoding method? Where you talk to a rubber duck to figure out why there's a bug in your code? Yea he does that too, but to himself or you whenever you're in the room. He’ll just pace and turn to you and talk about things you can't even comprehend, so you just sit and listen.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Tim doesn't like it when you pull him away from an important case, he’s trying to save lives and if you try to drag him away he won't be too happy about it. It’s different if he’s updating criminal records or just going through cases but if he’s actually doing an important mission he will say no to you and expect you to respect that boundary. He also would be very off-put if you don't have a Coffee machine, he will drag you to Bed, Bath, and Beyond just to get you one.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Tim doesn't sleep, he averages at like 3 hours every two days, maybe less. He is constantly working so he hates to be selfish and sleep instead of solving a case and saving lives. He often drowns himself in coffee and Red Bulls just to stay awake, it isn't healthy at all so he does appreciate it when you remind him it’s okay to sleep.

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inkytheyiga · 3 years

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Give us rhoam and huni fucking in a semi public place, like the stables or some shit. Why? Because, bitch.

YOU’RE SO MEAN TO ME 😭😭😭

Huni was such a pretty little thing.

Prettier than all the maids in the castle, as cute as they were.

However, Rhoam would never state such a fact out loud, less he fuel the boy’s already insanely inflated ego.

Still, it was impossible to deny that he was pretty.

With such prettiness, there came along a sense of greed and possessiveness. Of course, Rhoam was already quite possessive, being the king and all, but Huni was different.

Rhoam couldn’t have cared less about the maids having sex with other men. They were all such nice young women, he’d honestly feel guilty for claiming them entirely.

However, the thought of another man taking Huni whichever way he wanted… It made his blood boil.

Huni was his. And he wanted everyone in Hyrule to know that.

That’s how his fantasies of fucking the young man in front of a crowd began. The idea of countless pairs of eyes glued to them, watching as he fucked the helpless Gerudo into oblivion, making it clear that he was property of the king was the source of many a late night solo orgasm.

And at first, that’s all they were. Ideas. Fantasies. Make believe scenarios. Something he loved in concept, but would never actually attempt. But as time went on, his desire for such a dream grew.

It grew to the point where even as he sat in his study, quill in hand, he couldn’t bring himself to concentrate on the documents that lay on the table before him. The thought of taking Huni where anyone could see them was just too much. He had to do something about it.

With a low grumble, Rhoam pushed his seat away from his desk and stood up. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do. He almost thought about backing out, but as he exited his study and told one of the maids standing in the hall to summon Huni to his throne room, he knew there was no turning back.

————

“So why the fuck did you summon me in here anyways?” Huni asked as he walked up to where Rhoam sat, perched perfectly upon his throne.

“Always with such an attitude.” Rhoam clicked his tongue in disapproval and shook his head.

“You knew what you signed up for when you invited me to stay here, dumbass.”

“Ah, that I did. Now, why don’t you come sit on my lap?” The king smiled. It wasn’t a cheeky or perverted grin. But a genuine smile. Weird.

Huni rolled his eyes, but ultimately did as he was told, straddling Rhoam’s lap.

“Is this some sort of weird kinky Santa roleplay fetish you have? Because you know I charge extra for this shi-“

The young man was cut off by old, chapped lips being pressed against his own.

He expected something passionate. Something lewd. But instead, the kiss was soft. Chaste, almost. The softness was only intensified as he felt old fingers carefully run through his long locks of hair. It was nice. But of course, just as he began to get into it, Rhoam pulled away.

“Such a cute one, you are.” He smiled the same dopey grin from before, making Huni’s cheeks dust with red.

“Oh shut up, old man…I know you want something from me….it’s probably real gross, too, knowing your ass…” He rolled his eyes and huffed.

Rhoam chuckled and tucked a stray piece of hair behind the boy’s ear. “I suppose you’ve caught me. Perhaps I’m not as sneaky as I thought I was.”

“No, no you’re not, now just spit it out already or I’m leaving.” Huni began to push himself up, before Rhoam suddenly planted his hands on his hips.

“No.”

Rather than sounding forceful or demanding, he sounded as desperate, as if he were begging.

“Oh my go- for the love of- will you just spit it out already?!?!”

“I want you-“

“Yeah no shit, Sherlock.”

“I want you here.”

That caused Huni to raise an eyebrow.

“As in- you wanna fuck me, right here, right now, on your throne, with the doors wide open?”

“More than anything.” There came that desperation again.

“….May I ask why?”

“Because you are mine.” The grip he had on Huni’s hips tightened. “I cannot stand the thought of you with another man.”

“Oh yeah?” Huni grinned. If he was going to be forced into fake monogamy, he may as well have fun with it. “How come?

“Because….” Rhoam hesitated. “Because you are unlike any other concubine or maid or whore I have ever met in my life-“

“Damn, and you’ve probably met a lot, considering how old you are.”

Rhoam could’ve chastised him for the rude comment, but he really wasn’t in the mood for that.

“Yes, yes, I have met many women over the years. And yet you are the only one- the only man- to truly captivate me.”

Huni hummed softly and began slowly moving his hips side to side, grinding himself against Rhoam. “Go on…”

The king had to take a deep breathe to compose himself before continuing.

“Your…your attitude, for one thing….despite me being the king, you still put up such a fight with me, as if I were a mere peasant. And while it can be a bit much…I…I rather enjoy it…”

“Mmm…yeah…?” Huni purred as he leaned into Rhoam, pressing their chests together. “And what about my pussy?”

“Your vagina-“

“No, say pussy.”

The older man hesitated before giving in. “Your…pussy….it is…truly unlike any I have ever had the pleasure of feeling around me. You’re always so incredibly wet…and despite how much of a whore you are, it is somehow always so nice and tight around me.”

Huni twirled a small section of Rhoam’s grand beard around his finger, looking rather amused. “You want to fuck me so bad, you’re willing to do just about anything I ask of you, huh?” His question was accompanied by the biggest shit eating grin Rhoam had ever seen.

“Huni…”

“Yes, dear?”

“We are….getting off topic here…”

“Ohhhh riiiight…what was the topic again? You wanting to fuck me on your fancy little throne because you can’t handle other guys so much as looking at me?” His grin grew as he gently flicked Rhoam’s nose.

“The…topic…” One of the king’s hands found its way around to the curve of Huni’s ass.

“The topic is that you are mine. You are property of the king. Your mind, your pussy, your womb. It is all mine.”

“Then why don’t you shut up and show me that, old man?”

Oh that was it. Rhoam was done for.

With one hand still firmly planted on the boy’s ass, he used the other to grab his chin and pull him into a kiss. This one was much more passionate than the one before.

Huni’s eyes fluttered shut as he began slowly grinding himself down against Rhoam’s already stiff cock. He just wanted it inside of him already. But the king was never so merciful.

He pulled away from the kiss with a grin, absolutely loving the look on Huni’s face. The cutie really did want him. Wanted him bad.

“Why don’t you be a dear and remove your clothes for me? And while you’re at it, pull me out of my pants, will you, my little piglet?”

Little piglet. That was a new one. But surprisingly…Huni didn’t mind it. Or if he did, he at least didn’t make it known, as all he said was “yes sir” before doing what he was told.

His shorts were off and Rhoam’s dick was out in seconds. For belonging to such an old man, it was still a nice looking dick.

“Rub that cute little pussy of yours against me. Coat me with your whore juices, my piggy.”

Again with the pig nicknames.

But still, Huni didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he did as he was told and rubbed his pussy against Rhoam’s cock, smearing his juices against it. His pussy was always so wet and slicked up, even if he wasn’t turned on. It was incredible.

“Ahh…yes…just like that, little piglet. Rub your clitoris against the tip of my penis….yes…” The older man sighed in satisfaction. His little whore was so wet and hard for him. It was adorable.

Huni whimpered and did as he was told, grinding his erect cocklet against the head of Rhoam’s cock, smearing beads of precum against both of their genitals.

“Daddy…please….please fuck me already….I want your dick so bad…my pussy fucking needs you….I need daddy’s cock…” He begged with pleading eyes. So cute.

Without saying a word, Rhoam lifted Huni up by his hips, then lowered him down onto his cock, watching closely as the wet heat engulfed him.

“Fuck….Holy shit I’m…you’re…all the way inside…Mmmhh…” The boy bit his lip and wiggled his hips, driving Rhoam’s cock even deeper. “Yes….Fuuck yes…”

Rhoam allowed him to get adjusted, then began lifting him up by his hips, then slamming him back down on his cock, causing his little piggy to squeal.

“SHIT-!!”

With such a reaction, the king just had to do it again. And again. And again and again until he was forcing a crying Huni to bounce on his dick, hitting his gspot each time.

“DADDY- DADDY FUCK-“ He leaned his upper body into Rhoam and pushed his hips back, allowing them to continue being forced up and down. His pussy was throbbing, and his juices were dripping down the cock fucking it so sweetly.

Rhoam began kissing and nipping at Huni’s pointed ear as he continued to bounce him on his dick. “You sound just how a proper whore should….so loud…so needy…” He muttered against his tan skin.

Huni merely whined in response. He didn’t care about compliments. He just wanted to fucking cum.

“Hey Kingy! Didja miss me?! I’ve been lookin’ for a new loveseat so I thought why not-“

The couple immediately pulled away from one another to look at the man who had just interrupted them. Kohga. Of course. Accompanied by Sooga, who was frozen in his place. Of course. Ever a pain in the king’s side. But rather than freak out and call it quits there and then, Rhoam decided to roll with the punches.

He pulled Huni off of his dick, just to make him face the two Yiga men, before making him sink back down.

“It appears we’ve garnered an audience, my squealing little piglet. Why don’t you make sure they know just who you belong to?”

And with that, Rhoam began bouncing the boy on his cock twice as fast as before, brutally pounding his gspot with each slam of his hips.

“FUCK!! DADDY!!!” Huni cried. Tears had long since formed in his eyes, but were just finally starting to fall.

“Who do you belong to?” The king asked.

“YOU!!! FUCK!! I BELONG TO YOU, DADDY!! MY PUSSY IS YOURS!! NO MAN CAN FUCK MY PUSSY AS GOOD AS YOU DO!!!”

Rhoam grunted in approval. “That’s right. Now tell me, do you want to cum?”

Huni didn’t even have to think before responding to that one. “YES!! GODS YES!! I WANNA CUM SO FUCKING BAD!! I WANNA CUM ON DADDY’S COCK IN FRONT OF OTHER MEN!! I WANT THEM TO KNOW MY PUSSY BELONGS TO DADDY!!”

Rhoam hadn’t planned on cumming first, but with the way Huni shrieked and cried, he couldn’t help himself. He dug his fingers into the boy’s hips as he thrust his own up, filling the smaller man’s pussy with his seed.

Huni let out a loud, whorish moan, but for once, having his pussy stuffed wasn’t enough to make him cum. But Rhoam knew what would.

He pulled out, not paying attention to the way his cum dripped onto his pristine white pants, and with a firm hand, he spanked that pretty, cum filled pussy.

“FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!” Huni cried as he squirted all over the floor. His head was tossed back, his clit was throbbing, and his entire body was shaking as a powerful orgasm tore through him.

His entire world went white for a moment there. The only thing keeping him grounded was the sharp throbbing pain in his clit.

After a minute, he finally returned to reality, and watched through half lidded eyes as Rhoam’s cum leaked out of his pussy.

“Master Kohga, may I please be excused?”

“Sure thing, big guy.”

With a small bow, Sooga teleported out of the room.

“…Is…Is he alright…?” Rhoam asked with genuine concern.

“Oh, yeah, he’ll be fine, it’s just that when Huni lived in the hideout for a couple years, Sooga’s dumb ass pretty much adopted him.

“Oh….oh….”

#This is like #world record for me #speed writing #King Rhoam #Rhoam #Huni #Master Kohga #Kohga #Sooga #lemon #hope you enjoyed

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ragewerthers · 4 years

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Brittle

Summary: Midoriya is finally going to get Shinsou back for all the times he's used his quirk on him and pranked him!

How?

With a prank of his own!

However, that can be a little difficult when you have a clever boyfriend... and you can't keep a straight face.

A/n: This is based off of a prompt I received from a very, very patient anon on tumblr!

They were looking for a Shinsou/Deku or Bakugou/Deku fic with a lee!Midoriya!

I'm so sorry it took so long to create, but I hope that this fic will brighten your day and get a few laughs! This was my first time writing these two so I hope I did them justice!

You can also find read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23775139

Enjoy! :D

Word Count: 2128

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“Are you enjoying the movie, Hitoshi?” Midoriya asked, glancing up at his boyfriend as they sat on his bed. It wasn’t the most interesting of date nights, but really they both had agreed long ago that the quietness of just being able to be together was more than enough.

Deku felt his heart flutter a bit as his boyfriend glanced down at him, still unused to being under his intense stare. “Yes. Though I didn’t realize you were a fan of rom-coms,” Shinsou teased.

Midoriya instantly felt his cheeks heating up and ducked his head, fiddling with his fingers. “I-I… it’s… I just…,” the green-haired teen began to ramble, but soon he found Shinsou’s lips against his cheek making his cheeks flush up even more under the gentle attention.

“It’s cute,” Shinsou promised gently, the arm wrapped around Deku hugging him just a little closer.

Okay. Now he was definitely somewhere between crimson and scarlet on the blush-o-meter. But as lovely and sweet and wonderful as this evening was turning out there was something that he had been planning for awhile and he really, really didn’t want to get deterred.

The plan?

Operation Prank Shinsou!

Was it the most creative name? No.

Was it the most elaborate prank? Also no.

But it was something he had been wanting to try for the longest time! Shinsou always managed to prank or tease him somehow. Whether it was by using his quirk on him or simply because he was clever by nature. But this time… oh this time Deku knew he had him for sure!

“You’re c-cute too,” Midoriya murmured back after he realized he’d not responded in awhile, getting a chuckle from Shinsou as they both settled back down for the movie.

He could feel the way Shinsou was starting to relax once more against him and that was the first step in making sure things went according to plan.

The more relaxed and unassuming he was, the more the prank would work on him!

As the movie went on for a little while longer, Deku kept glancing at his nightstand and the various items on it. Something he had assumed he’d been incredibly careful about until he felt a little squeeze to his shoulder. Looking up he noticed Shinsou’s gaze back on him, a confused expression on his face. “Everything okay?”

“Y-Yeah! I just… I’m ready for a snack aren’t you?” he asked, shifting a bit so he could reach for a can on his nightstand.

But it was no ordinary can.

Oh the genius of it!

It looked like a harmless, delicious can of peanut brittle, but in reality? It was filled with spring loaded fake snakes!

Giggling to himself at the sheer brilliance of what was to happen, Deku sat back on the bed, cuddling back up to his boyfriend. “I thought you’d enjoy something sweet! I bought some peanut brittle earlier and I figured why not save it for our movie night?” he offered, handing the can to Shinsou with the widest smile on his face.

Glancing from Deku to the can, Shinsou couldn’t help lifting an eyebrow. “Ah… so… is this what you were looking at so much?” he asked.

Deku nodded emphatically, fighting back another bout of giggles as Shinsou took the can from him. Midoriya couldn’t help leaning away slightly and bringing a hand up to cover his mouth. “You… You should have the honors of opening it. I know you like your sweets,” he said, eyes darting from the can to Shinsou and back again.

Now it was Shinsou’s turn to try and fight a smile, biting his lower lip as he watched the glee overcoming Deku’s features.

“Ah... yes. I really could go for some… ‘peanut brittle’. It’s always been a super secret favorite of mine. Oh how did you know?” he asked, slowly moving his other hand to the lid of the can.

Deku brought his other hand up to try and hide his growing smile, watching as Shinsou began to slowly pry open the lid. Oh this was going to be so good! His poor boyfriend didn’t suspect a thing!

But in a flash the can was pointed toward him and before he could say a word, Shinsou opened the lid, sending the snakes flying out toward him.

The shriek that left his mouth was something he would deny for the rest of his life. He was a hero in training! Admitting that fake snakes springing from a can that he himself had bought was too shameful to ever speak of again!

He only managed to be drawn from his stupor as the sound of laughter finally reached his ears.

Looking up from under the multitude of fake snakes that now covered him, he could just make out Shinsou curled up on his side, laughing harder than he could ever remember.

“O-Oh my gahad!” he wheezed, glancing over to Midoriya before busting out into even heavier laughter. “You… yo-you should’ve heheheard yourself!” Shinsou was absolutely beside himself with laughter.

Midoriya could feel his cheeks heating up as he looked down at the little snakes that still clung to him.

“Y-Yeah well… if you had just opened them like you were supposed to then I wouldn’t have sounded so silly,” Midoriya grumbled, sitting up a bit more and picking a few of the snakes off of himself, dropping them over the side of the bed.

“That’s right. You had planned on making me sound like the silly one, isn’t that right, Deku?” Shinsou’s voice purred next to him and instantly Midoriya felt his face heat up even more.

Glancing over to his boyfriend he could see his smile growing and his eyes instantly widened, a shaky smile already forming on his own lips.

“U-Um… no?” he squeaked, leaning back further and further the more Shinsou followed him until he felt his back hit the mattress.

“Oh… I think you did, Midoriya. And… I think you need to pay for acting so villainous,” Shinsou teased.

“N-No! No it’s not fair! You u-use your quirk on me all the time to p-pra-hahank stahahahap!” Midoriya giggled, unable to finish his sentence as he already felt a hand spidering up his left side, making him try to turn over and curl up into a protective ball.

Shinsou was having none of it and instantly moved to straddle his waist, quickly gathering up his wrists in one hand and pinning them overhead.

“Is that right? Then I will show you that I definitely don’t need to use my quirk to make you pay for your treachery!” Shinsou promised as Deku continued to giggle nervously beneath him, squirming this way and that as he tried to wriggle his way free. He knew that if he put strength into it he could definitely get his hands free, but he also knew that there was no way he was going to inadvertently fling his boyfriend into the wall because he was afraid of his impending doom!

What was worse, was that Shinsou knew this as well.

Oh he was in trouble.

“No! You d-don’t have to waitwaitwahahait!” he giggled nervously as Shinsou turned his free hand into a claw, letting it drop quickly toward Midoriya’s stomach making him squeak and jump without ever touching him. He hated this part! The moments before the attack where Shinsou would get him feeling nervous and a million times more vulnerable by feinting little attack to his stomach, his sides, his ribs until finally...

“I don’t have to wait? Well… if you insist,” Shinsou said lightly and with that, his fingers made their attack!

“Nononono-ahahahaha! Shinsahahahagahad!” Deku cried out, his laughter leaving him in one big rush as skilled fingers scribbled over his stomach. The fingers fluttered their way from one side to the other. The sensation had his back arching off the bed before attempting to try and suck his stomach in to protect himself.

“None of that, Deku-kun! Take your punishment for your evil peanut brittle plans!” Shinsou teased, bringing his hand up to rest against Deku’s lower ribs, his thumb starting to massage deeply right underneath the sensitive bones.

Midoriya instantly yelped as the ticklish sensation raced up his body making him rock back and forth to try and get away from that evil hand.

“B-But ihihit dihihidn’t even wohohohohork! Stahahahahap it!” he cried out in ticklish laughter, the sound intensifying as he felt Shinsou’s hand starting to vibrate up his ribs.

“Because I’m such a clever hero who knows when evil is about to attack,” Shinsou teased, watching as Midoriya’s freckles began to stand out against the blush spreading over his nose and cheeks from laughing. “Now… apologize like the good little villain you are and I’ll stop.”

“Thahahat’s n-not fahahahair!” Deku giggled hysterically as Shinsou brought his hand up from Midoriya’s ribs, letting them flutter under his chin and along the side of his neck. This always got the most adorable giggle fits out of the poor guy and Shinsou could never get enough.

“Of course it is! I almost had snakes on me, Deku. How could you do that to me?” he sighed dramatically, feeling the way Midoriya tried to scrunch his shoulder to hide his sensitive neck. “Well… if you’re going to be difficult I guess I have no choice. You brought this on yourself, Midoriya.”

Before he could say anything, ask what his boyfriend meant by that, he felt his wrists released… and then the real attack began.

His reflexes were a second too slow to bring his arms down before he felt fingers tickling against his armpits, the laughter erupting out of him louder than even he could remember. “HIHIHIHITOSHIHIHI! PLEHEHEASE!” he positively howled, his head tossed back in laughter as tears of mirth gathered on his eyelashes.

“What was that? Was that an apology? Didn’t sound like an apology to me?” Shinsou teased with that wide grin of his, his fingers still scribbling quickly against his smaller boyfriends underarms as Deku’s legs kicked out behind him.

“I’M SAHAHAHARRY! I’M SO-SOSAHAHARRY GAHAHAHAD!” he cackled, his arms clasped tight to his sides and having absolutely no effect in stopping his evil boyfriend! The only saving grace was that this time he hadn’t used his quirk on him. There was no way he would’ve survived if Shinsou had been able to control his movements!

“God? Well… you don’t have to flatter me, but I suppose I can let you off with a light warning,” Shinsou teased, his fingers slowing down their attack to just light flutters of his fingertips. The gentle tickles keeping Midoriya caught up in frantic, bubbly giggles.

“Y-You’re so mehehean,” Midoriya giggled, twitching every once in awhile from the soft tickles until finally the teasy sensations stopped and he felt warm lips press against his own.

Slowly his giggling subsided at the sweet kisses, his eyes opening to find Shinsou watching him with the most gentle expression. His cheeks were already red from laughter, but that didn’t stop them from trying to blush more at the look he was getting.

“You’re the one who had treachery in your heart,” Shinsou teased softly, giving his fingers one last little wriggle against Midoriya’s upper ribs, making him giggle one last time before stopping and rolling over to lay beside his partner.

“I th-thought… thought it was clever…,” Midoriya panted, soon finding himself cuddled up in Shinsou’s arms and easily complying. Turning onto his side he curled up against his chest, catching his breath as Shinsou soothed over his back.

“It would’ve been… if you weren’t so terrible at lying and keeping a poker face,” Shinsou chuckled, causing Midoriya to give a little laugh.

“Was it really that bad?”

“You might as well have handed me the can and said ‘There’s snakes in here. Open it’,” Shinsou said lightly. “But it was still cute watching you try. We’ll have to work on that.”

“Well… it was nice getting a chance to see you laugh. Even at my expense,” Midoriya murmured with a soft smile, eyes closing as he nuzzled closer to Shinsou. The soft touch to his back and the warmth from his boyfriend easily making him ready to nod off after that little tickle attack.

Shinsou smiled softly as he heard that, pressing a little kiss to his boyfriends fluffy hair. “Well… you definitely know how to make me smile, Izuku,” he murmured, making Midoriya smile.

Deku gave a contented little hum and felt himself slowly starting to lose his battle against an impending nap. However, even if he wasn’t the best at pranks and hadn’t succeeded, if this was how all of his pranks ended… he really wouldn’t mind at all.

But he was going to get him next time for sure!

#bnha #midoriya #shinsou #prompt #myfics #tickle fic #these two were cute to write #I hope I did them justice #thank you for your patience anon!

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inspired-by-the-music · 4 years

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Memories: Yesung x Reader

Genre: fluff ft. crybaby yesung

Word Count: 1k

Note: y’all need to be bracing yourselves for a lot of super junior content bc i have no self control

When Yesung learned that you had never been to the beach— well, you did spend less than an hour eating ice cream in the sand over spring break years ago before heading home from your first international trip to Disney World, but apparently that didn’t count— he wasted no time in packing your bags and booking your flight.

Yesung had been like this for as long as you had known him: willing to drop anything and everything in the name of seeing the world. Sometimes this habit made your head spin, neck stiffening from whiplash. Once you caught your breath, however— usually after being seated on the flight— his eagerness to see and experience everywhere without fear of distance or language barriers was what you admired most.

Once upon a time, it would have hurt your feelings that Yesung dropped your hand to type on his phone. You would have sighed at his preference to watch the crashing waves through his camera’s lens when he could have admired them with no electronic barrier like you did. This time, on the beach, it didn’t bother you.

On your last trip, when Yesung whisked you off to Amsterdam after you made some casual wistful comment like, “I would love to see the tulip festival one day,” you expressed your frustration with his addiction to social media. In hindsight, you could admit that your frustrations were exaggerated by the facts that a.) you were terribly jetlagged, b.) one of your bags (which contained your longtime favorite hoodie) had been lost at the airport, and c.) you had been dreaming of visiting Amsterdam since you were thirteen years old, and Yesung was spending the entire time on his phone while you tried to point out all the things you were excited to see in real life.

You should have been more gentle in your tone. Yesung’s feelings could be wounded by the faintest breeze, so you knew that his wince was an authentic reaction to your words.

“I’m sorry,” he replied as he set his phone face down on the table. (You had been waiting for the server to return with your meal for ages, which was probably another cause of your irritability.) “I just— I like taking pictures to share with ELF so much that I forget to enjoy this time with you.”

When he blinked like that— like he was on the verge of tears— it was easy to forget that he was the older one. He usually embraced your age difference by paying for meals, paying for hotels and flights, paying for everything, giving you everything. He only looked for you to stand by his side, and laugh at his jokes, and hold his hand, and give him love— all tasks that came naturally to you.

And when he blinked like that, when he looked so sad when he had been smiling at his phone just moments ago, you felt like you had failed in your half of the relationship.

You scrambled to sit by his side, took on of his hands in yours, and traced your fingers along his knuckles, promising, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” because although you meant what you said— it was annoying when he asked you to repeat yourself again and again because he had been reading something on his phone— you never wanted Yesung to be unhappy.

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” He smiled even as he wiped at his eyes. “It’s just— you surprised me, that’s all. You’ve never— I’ve never upset you before, so—” He hissed a string of curses as he reached up to wipe at his eyes again. “Ah, I’m such a crybaby!”

Afraid of saying something to induce more tears, you tightened your hold around his hand and pressed an apologetic kiss to his cheek before flipping his phone over, expressing interest in the pictures he had taken. Most depicted the tulips, or the clouds overhead, or selfies that his fans would be overjoyed to see on Twitter or Instagram. Some, however, depicted you: you beaming at the flowers, you reading the brochure distributed by the tour guide, you falling asleep in the restaurant booth just minutes before your outburst.

When you looked at Yesung, more apologetic than ever after realizing that he was paying attention— he was collecting memories— his face was burning scarlet. “Don’t worry.” He took his phone and admired the pictures of you. “I’m not going to post these anywhere.”

So, rather than losing your temper when Yesung was glued to his phone on the beach trip, you excitedly tried to peak at the moments he deemed worthy of remembrance.

“Stop that,” he whined as you stood on your tiptoes, trying to look over his shoulder. Smiling faintly, he shied away from you. “I can’t focus when you’re so close to me!”

You tutted, “Stop being weird,” and walked away from Yesung to step carefully into the water. “I wasn’t trying to be close to you. I was trying to look at the pictures!”

“Well,” he winked from a safe distance, so you couldn’t swipe at him or splash him with water for being a pervert when he said, “just wait ’til we get to the hotel room.”

All flirtations aside, once the sun set and once he ordered dinner, Yesung sat with you on the hotel bed to swipe through the pictures he had taken throughout your first day on the beach. He offered commentary for each photo such as, “I posted this one on Instagram, and Donghae complimented the lighting!” and “Can you believe this picture of the ocean got 5,000 retweets?”

You replied enthusiastically, “Yes! It’s a beautiful picture!”

Yesung beamed at the praise, so he was smiling before he reached the picture of you taking your experimental steps into the ocean. He was smiling before he confessed, “This one is my favorite.”

Blushing, you wondered aloud, “Does it make you sad that this one won’t get compliments from Donghae or 5,000 retweets?”

Yesung quirked his head at you, perhaps wondering where such a question had come from, and swiftly answered, “No.” His bangs fell into his eyes. “I think there’s something nice about having things that are just mine— just ours. I’m not sad.”

And when his smile grew as he tossed his phone to the foot of the bed and threw his arms around you, you were not sad either.

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myclownjunction · 5 years

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Some of Pennywise light NSFW and fluff.

Yes, of course, there’s no difference when you got your 50 cents)))

Some of Pennywise light NSFW and fluff. Can it be? UwU Requested by @luv4pennywisefandom

Let me present to you light NSFW and smut under the cut!

Author note: Minors NOT ALLOWED. Every single one shall NOT pass if you’re not 18+ my lass!

*Pennywise is an ancient beast that knew only fear and consumed the said so feel dipped into the flesh of humanity for decades ahead

*As Bob Gray he could manipulate and hypnotize any lady he was interested This time he met you and something in him snapped like a twig.

*Girls even if you run, even if you hide you won’t be able to outrun him, he feels you, he tastes you and all of this chases after you send him into frenzy heat that he ignored for so long

*You start to receive a lot of presents, each time they’re unique and beautiful, you wonder who it might be.Not recognizing the shadow that lurks int the darkness stalking you, watching you. CRAVING YOU!

*His lust is not like the humans, he could last for hours and even days, he would break you and fill you so good with his little ones, Oh yes you’ll be the perfect mate

*Someone flirting with you, stalking you, harassing you. Boy, they had signed their death contract. GONE...POOF...MISSING.

*One day he appears, making you scream and try and hide away from him, who are you fooling my dear one, others maybe-yes. But not Pennywise himself. He loves this game it fuels his lust for you

*Once he has found you, touching, groping, his grave voice rumbling in your ear: “Mine! MINE...MINE!” he roars as he sinks his teeth in your shoulder, you scream and he laughs maniacally his eyes turning amber and burning like coals

*He throws you on the bed, crawling slowly to you, teasing you with your own helplessness. “Oh, little rabbit...oh little one! Do you know that teasing your daddy is bad, bad thing to do!” he rumbles, never breaking eye contact

*You’re sweating and looking at those eyes, who is he and how does he know about your secret, your dirty little secret, you train of thoughts is interrupted by his laughter “What little baby-girl, I caught you red-handed, hmm?”Ah..ah...ah, you don’t have to shy away now! Let daddy take care of you!”

*He rolls out his tongue, it’s so long and with ridges that make you gasp and his smile, even more forked, his eyes roll a bit as he strat to tral his long tongue down your nightgown, raising his hand in slight motion your underwear and night-gown are gone!

*He enjoys your whimpers and moans, he loves to see you squirm beneath his massive body, he feels that his dick gets harder and it’s time to feast, to feast upon your body. It’s like the forbidden fruit that he’s desperate to try and he will

*He starts to suck on your breasts playing with one and then switching to other, he loves the softness and squishiness and the noises you make, boy he’ll wreck you. All of your boobs covered in salvia, he slithers lower and lower as he reaches to your sex taking a deep sniff

*He purrs and rumbles against your clit and boy you so love it, it’s so different from your sex toys, his eyes are fixated on you in the dimly lighted room his eyes glow, you can feel him smiling at you, making you blush and hide your face “Aww...shy little rabbit...so shy and so tasty” he snarls as he launches at you

*He let his tongue explore and devour you, savoring each drop that he could get off your amazing juices that make him even harder, then in one moment he switches his tongue at your clit and slides two long fingers into your core. Clenching around him you moan so hard and arch into him, wanting more friction. “P-please” you whimper

* He rises an eyebrow at you “What was that kitten? Daddy can’t hear you!”...you curse under your breath and about to say as he tsk at you. “Mmm, what a naughty, naughty little girl, using suck language before your daddy! Well I guess I’ll have to wash your mouth a bit, shall I?!” you whimper as he stands and rips his pantaloons off

*He’s big and thick, the color is pretty much as his make up white from the base and changes into juicy red, making it look like a popsicle. You gulp as your mouth waters, waters from the 10-inch cock presented to you. You expect it to smell foul but it smells like...cotton candy?

*He doesn waste any time despite he’s proud of what he has he can change the sizes depends on his partner. Without a warning, he shoves his monster cock inside your mouth making you gag in the process, but you care less the precum tastes delicious as you’ve been pushed to take more of him making your throat bulges as his thickness passes back and forth

*You barely could breath, but you don’t care all you want is him now, he fucks your throat hard and deep purring and drooling, when he sees your eyes roll back, that’s what he needs. As he pulls out earning a moan from you he throws you on the bed, spreading your legs watching your pussy wet and dripping for him

*His cock covered in your own salvia and his precum twitched as he positions himself and in one swift motion he slams himself in making this time his eyes roll back, your belly has a bulge now from ho huge he is, it knocked the air from your lungs for a while, but he’s not done, not yet

*He bottoms out and slams back making you both moan as he buries with each thrust deeper and deeper into you, he wants to feel all of you, stretch you so you could take in all of his seed. His pace quickens so fast that you barely can breathe as he slams himself repeatedly into your core, you can’t hold back anymore and you scream as your juices cover him and your wall squeezing him

*That’s all he needs, he roars so strong that the glass on the windows shake from his power his eyes roll back his mouth is wide open and you’re met with the real him. The deadlights multiply as some of them enter your body erupting another orgasm from your limp body.

*This ancient ritual was long forgotten by any living being, you are so overwhelmed that you don’t feel your legs for a while as everything settles down your belly is filled by his thick seed that drips out , but he refuses to bottom out, he stays there, you realize then, he has knotted you.

* He whispers something in ancient language known only by him, as he looks at you changing before him, it’s still you but knows your eyes change from (e/c) to yellow glowing orbs, just like him, his beautiful and feral mate.Your hair changes in copper red, as you catch your breath watching him with adoration and love

*His heartbeats, beats for the first time to the new feeling, love. As his clawed hand slowly cradles the bump in your stomach, “My...Mine!” he chirps, nuzzling your stomach and your neck licking you and cleaning you, as you look him in his eyes

“Yours, forever” he mewls and nuzzles him, he softly rearranges your positions and lays behind your back as he’s still knotted you. You purr from pure pleasure, enjoying the new beginning of your new life. This time you have Penny next to you, he’ll be there for you as you and your little one for him.

*He nuzzles you and keeps you next to him, you are his everything, his deadlight, his goddess, his beautiful mate and no other human in the universe deserves to be his...HIS QUEEN. He whispers the worlds he thought he shall never let out, but you made his heart flutter and his being tremble, the words rolled past his lips like a waterfall in the silence of the house...”I love you!”

*This is your new life, your new family with Pennywise.

(Wipes away sweat and takes in breath woah that was intense! I hope it’s not that bad, I really do, shies away)

#pennywise #pennywise the dancing clown #pennywise the clown #pennywise x you #pennywise imagine #imagine #my imagines #dirtywise #dirtywise imagine #smut #fluff #pennywise x reader #x reader #x so #x s/o #myclownjunction posts #entity #it 2017 #it 2019

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achieveandhunt · 5 years

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live typing extra life 2019

part 2

warning: this was a mistake and i’m in the grapes

this starts right at Facilities vs AH. link to first post

let’s fuck some shit up babEY

oh what the fuck they’re playing a prerecorded video

last year was a fuckin doozy, nobody forget that

“legends of the under achiever” i didn’t know someone wrote my biography

why do i hear geoff screaming “FIVE FUCKIN FOUR” in my head, like in the legends of the hidden temple minecraft videos

jeremy looks. so dead inside on this fine november evening

ryan buzzing while they’re trying to explain the rules

my video quality went down so much that i thought i was watching someone playing roblox for a second

ryan “salty mother fucker” haywood has made a lovely appearance. he’s my favorite

michael and lindsay looking so domestic makes me so happy,, they’re my parents

someone donated under the name “ryan goes feral” uh??? yeah? you say that like it’s a bad thing??

oH FUCK MICHAEL GO DRIVE WIN PLEASE

jeremy HAS BROKEN OUT THE GLASSES SHIT’S SERIOUS

NO THEY’RE LOSING GOD DAMMIT

ʳʸᵃⁿ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ, ᵠᵘᶦᵉᵗˡʸ: ʰᵉˡᵖ

JEREMY IT’S TIME TO TEST OUT THAT NONEXISTENT GAG REFLEX AND SWALLOW THE OPPONENT’S CONTROLLER

oh nvm they’re winning again lmao

OH FUCK thEYRE LOSING

oh nvm

OH FUCK

oh nvm they unplugged his contoller lol

OH FUCKING TH EY LOST MICHAEL JONES MY HEART IS BROKEN

the amount of people watching has gone up from 32k to 40k in the past fifteen minutes

michael “hurry up you dumb cunts” jones

“oh don’t worry about destroying our cabinet, it’s essentially matchsticks”

“how are you feeling john? are you ready for this?” “MM M M Mmm mM”

TEAM NICE DYNAMITE IS NEXT AND IM READY FOR PERMANENTLY RINGING EARS FROM ALL THE LEET DONATIONS

oH god here we go

“hopefully they haven’t been saving them all day” oh honey. you’ve got a big storm coming

if xavier slaps gavin i think gav might go up in a puff of smoke

i did the math, they went up 45k+ within five minutes of team nice dynamite showing up on stream

GAVIN AND MICHAEL ARE GOING TO DIE

THERE’S GONNA BE A MOONBALL SIZED HOLE IN GAVIN’S CHEST

ryan and lindsay both donating a grand during this segment... so good

the day gavin free successfully gets a tattoo is the day i drop dead

lindsay saying she didn’t want the TND tattoo on michael but she agreed because gav is michael’s boi :(((

i’m too sleep deprived for this i might cry

oh god michael’s punching the floor

i’m too sober for this

EIGHTY EIGHT LEET DONATIONS IN TWENTY MINUTES HOLY FUCJKIGN SHIT YOU GUYS ARE GONNA BE THROWING MOONBALLS FOR FUCKIN SIX YEARS

on a sentimental note- i love how much collective love we have for gav and michael,, they deserve it all

milk boarded has some not-so-great connotations attached to it

gavin “the bullshit bitch” free

a mark nutt reference?? in my 2019 extra life????

this just in: sarah is going to obliterate gavin

oh. oh my god. that was the sound of a wet fish smacking a wall

why is jeremy the liquor goblin walking like a crab that has a bird attached to its back??? see: flapping arms

that beer and milk concoction... gag

“drink that milk yard”

“YOU GOT MY TOES MILKY”

no. nO MICHAEL NO YOUR INTESTINES NOO

michael “the milk’s in my brain” jones

“stop pouring it on people!” “iT’S HARD DICKHEAD”

lindsay is now. taking a milk shower

*caiti brings a small roll of paper towels* *gavin gently places a single paper towel on the massive puddle of milk*

no LINDSAY NO THINK OF THE CHILDREN

gavin: this has gotten way out of hand. she’s... she’s swimming in an inch of milk! everyone knows you should swim in at least two!!

the fajita seasoning will solve everythinG everyone calm down

fiona: yeah this is my first extra life. jack: and what were you expecting? fiona: this. exactly this.

ah yes. the bunny suits have arrived and michael is ready to tackle gavin

aaaand here comes the AH fanfic. it can only get worse from here so buckle up fuckos

“holy fuckeroni”

“re-reanimated trevor”

michael is so fucking smashed and god i wish that was me

“cum-ductor”

fiona “this is a white man” nova

“bone-ating” *leet donation* *leet donation*

“ready set blow” made me genuinely bust a lung laughing

aaaand michael’s licking the floor which is to be expected

jeremy “i’m gonna actually harm you” dooley

IF ONE MORE PERSON BRINGS UP RANCH IM GOING TO WALK TO AUSTIN AND PROJECTILE VOMIT ON THE OFF TOPIC SET

no JEREMY NO YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE I THOUGHT YOU WOULDN’T DO THIS GET OFF THE F L O O R

don’t get close ups on jeremy’s tongue. don’t do that to me. i don’t want nightmares

“fuck root” “let’s just fucking fuck”

1 2 3 CONSENT

michael has gone full gerkie

alfredo’s look when larry is reading the part about trevor choking him is how i feel about everything that’s happened in the past twenty minutes

almost 300k in less than an hour

fiona saying “i don’t want this” overlaying michael humping a trash can

“TAKE THE TACO CHAD”

aaaand michael’s in the trash can

nO why is there a triangle is this a POETRY READING ALL OF A SUDDEN

oh thank god it’s over

OH FUCK THERE’S A N EPILOGUE

aaand trevor’s dead again. poor treyco

DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS EVERYONE PUT A CUP IN YOUR PANTS

people singing along... what goes on

why am i downloading this fuckin song asap

jeremy turning his phone flashlight on and waving it like he’s at a concert god dammit i love these people so much

those are my BOYS

oh my gosh they’re still singing the song. why is my heart so happy from this i need to get slapped

“come on you’ve never been waterboarded before gavin?”

everyone standing in a circle shining their flashlights at gavin

someone surprise them and instead of a moonball just yeet a whole gallon of milk at them

actually, on second thought, no

OH god GavIN Is GOING to Die

gavin “i forgot to breathe” free

several milk explosions

gavin “my brain is cold” free

michael has milk dripping from his ears

i’m about to pass out i don’t know what’s happening

michael is in the grapes right now man

how many moonballs? oh, only 107. :)

i’m not writing this part- you guys have to watch the moonball segment yourself, if you didn’t watch it live!

team nice dynamite finishes up with over 300k!! holy shit, that’s so cool! this community is awesome

werewolf is up next!

xavier is such a gentleman can we keep him

alfredo: *chooses to kill miles* trevor in the audience: *silently freaking out*

xavier is about ruin another man on stream

miles has no self preservation instinct

barbara is now smelling fiona

this just in: i love alfredo and 100% would have done the same thing

trevor running up to film alfredo getting smacked. what an icon

alfredo SCREAMING oh my god i felt it in my soul

the high-five of the backs in solidarity of intense pain

miles choosing alfredo is so fucking good

and also, i feel so bad

his heart might shoot out of his asshole this time guys

oh NOOO HE’s so bruised :(((( fredo nooo :((

oh my god it’s gotten to the usual point in the stream where you start to question whether someone is going to die this time

rip blaine but at least i think he can take the hit

he can but ouch it still hurts me

barbara “i’m participating in the game” dunkleman

yo miles might win this game

the crowd when someone needs to shoot barb: TREVOR TREVOR TREVOR! trevor, with the strength of a thousand suns: N O

people are now chanting about shooting an unprotected trevor. the man already died once this stream god dammit

alfredo is about to throw hands for fiona

that’s a big F in the chat for miles, but his loss is well deserved

xavier’s hands could serve as a defibrillator

alfredo showed jeremy his chest and jeremy shied away as if he was looking at the sun

--- i’m taking another break to finish an assignment---

i’m barely alive and it’s ready set show time

oh god please no more shock collars

i’m so fucking tiiiiredd please take thge res t of this post wigth a grain of salt lbecasue i can hardly type at this ponitn

“do you want to control the shock collars” “will there be repercussions” “no” “fuck yeah i’ll do it then”

“smother the children. steal the baby” “DONT STEAL THE BABY TREVOR”

lunging forward “s c a r e t h e b a b y” “OKAY I’M PASSING THIS ONE”

“you can’t bake popcorn????” jeremy hits the floor

alec and matt clearly = dream team

oh thasnk god the shock collars are on their arms now i was stressed out for chris earlier

this stream does not promote recreational nyquil usage

i don’t even know how to explain the pure insanity of what ready set show has become

alec has become this whole segment

i would write more but i have no thoughts because my brain doesn’t work

larry “makes people fuck other people besides their wife” insert last name that my brain can’t come up with

anyways. marbles

oh. no marbles

i’ve blacked out idk what happened during backwardz compatible

i mean i was awake but does that really mean anything at this point

SPPOKU PSOOKY SPPOKKKY SPOOOKY !!! FUCL YEAH

cole is so good during this segment

oh so many 1337s right away

the real scariest thing during the segment: being genuine

oH my god the scream being pitched up. i have fucking dogs outside of my house now

i don’t fuck w/ ghosts no thank you

“aba-jail” wow if u guys weren’t gonna get haunted before you will now

okay i’m about to pass out i have to take a nap

oH fucking I SLEPT until thirty minutes before the en d fuck

conclusion: this community is incredible and raised an unimaginable amount of money for charity. the fact that rooster teeth does this every year is awesome, and honestly, it makes me feel hopeful in times when things aren’t so great. so yeah! for the kids & stuff

#extra life 2019 #rooster teeth #geoff ramsey #jack pattillo #ryan haywood #michael jones #jeremy dooley #gavin free #lindsay jones #trevor collins #matt bragg #fiona nova #alfredo diaz

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mysteryshoptls · 2 years

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SSR Idia Shroud Dorm Uniform Personal Story: Part 2

"Be more self aware"

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[Ignihyde Dorm – Lounge]

Ignihyde Student C: Let's remind Idia how the real world works.

Ignihyde Student C: Is what we declared earlier, but...

Ignihyde Student C: Idia really doesn't leave his room at all!

Ignihyde Student A: I heard that he was proficient in summoning classes, so I swapped out his equipment to try to embarrass him, but…

Ignihyde Student A: I didn't expect for him to not even show up for practical application classes. Looks like he really doesn't even like to interact with us "mediocre people."

Ignihyde Student C: Why is Idia given special treatment to attend classes with a tablet, anyway?

Ignihyde Student B: It's only a rumor, but… in return for safeguarding the school's network environment, he's received special permission from the Headmaster.

Idia (on tablet): GG.

Ignihyde Student C: What? A blatant act of favoritism from the school administration… Doesn't this seem like some kind of issue?

Ignihyde Student A: Oh man. I didn't think we'd have to go this far, but… there's no way we can stay nice and silent now.

[Ignihyde Dorm – Idia’s Room]

―Crimson Muscle has logged in―

Idia: Nice. Looks like you've logged in exactly on time today too, Crimson Muscle-shi!

Gloomy Samurai: Yo.

Crimson Muscle: Hey. So, we were planning to go collect weapon crafting materials today, right? Ready when you are.

Gloomy Samurai: Ah, first let me tell you. I'm gonna dip a few min before midnight for something.

Gloomy Samurai: I should be back within 30 min, but it'd be great if you can go solo while I'm gone.

Crimson Muscle: Understood.

Idia: Niiice～! A concise but reliable reply!

Idia: This is why Crimson Muscle-shi is my sole trustworthy comrade.

Crimson Muscle: It's rare for you to have other business. If you're busy, you don't have to rush back and stress, alright?

Idia: And this concern… I would love to see every single being in this school to learn from him.

Gloomy Samurai: Not to worry! I will return shortly. This will be a quick and decisive battle.

Crimson Muscle: Quick and decisive?

Gloomy Samurai: Indeed.

Gloomy Samurai: Crimson Muscle-shi, are you familiar with the Fates?

Crimson Muscle: Hm, I may have heard of it before.

Crimson Muscle: You're speaking of the Idol Group Fates on the Edge, yes?

Gloomy Samurai: Yee! I expected nothing less, Crimson Muscle-shi! Your font of knowledge is large.

Gloomy Samurai: Recently, I've actually been pretty hyper-fixated on these ladies...

Crimson Muscle: Oho. That's a bit unexpected. I didn't expect you to enjoy real life things, Gloomy Samurai.

Gloomy Samurai: Wait, that's so harsh lolol

Gloomy Samurai: I guess I get it, since I normally only speak of 2D things lolol

Gloomy Samurai: But anyway, there's a reason that I got addicted to these 3-D idols…

Gloomy Samurai: They're like jerky, where the more I taste of them, the more I end up wanting!

Gloomy Samurai: One of the charm points of the Fates is that they don't have any kind of sparkly merch!

Gloomy Samurai: The three ladies of the Fates are just,

Gloomy Samurai: Performing with whatever the "thread of fate" they were given without any kind of fuss.

Gloomy Samurai: After all, humans are all bound to our fates by a single thin thread.

Gloomy Samurai: Once that breaks, everything ends…

Gloomy Samurai: That kind of fleeting feeling,

Gloomy Samurai: It really hits home to nerds like me…

Crimson Muscle: I see. Apologies for not knowing anything about it.

Gloomy Samurai: Ah, no. I'm sorry for going on forever on something you don't care about. Just ignore me.

Crimson Muscle: Actually, while listening to you talk so enthusiastically,

Crimson Muscle: It also piqued my interest in Fates.

Gloomy Samurai: For you to be interested so quickly after being preached to about it…

Gloomy Samurai: Aren't you too kind? It's like you're dropping 100 rare items for me or something.

Crimson Muscle: Do you have a song you recommend for newcomers?

Gloomy Samurai: And you’re so proactive! Please take care of that ability!

Crimson Muscle: Ability? I suppose it's true that when I find something interesting, I have to check it out right away.

Crimson Muscle: But don't you think it's a little too much of an exaggeration to call something like that an "ability"?

Gloomy Samurai: No way, it's an amazing ability! It's not something everyone can do.

Gloomy Samurai: And whenever you talk about a faraway land, you usually say "I've been there."

Gloomy Samurai: I thought that maybe you were much older, but,

Gloomy Samurai: Maybe you're an elite businessman who is always on business trips…?

Gloomy Samurai: I look up to you so much～～～～!

Gloomy Samurai: I wish that one day we could meet face-to-face…

Crimson Muscle: Face-to-face? If you're inviting me to meet offline, then I will rush to join you anytime.

Gloomy Samurai: Ah, nononono! Actually, I'm living in a super remote place right now!

Gloomy Samurai: For the town I'm in, you'll have to take a plane, a train, a bus and a ship to get here,

Gloomy Samurai: So it may be very difficult to meet up…

Crimson Muscle: How fascinating. That is the same for me.

Gloomy Samurai: Woah! Is that so～?

Idia: …Then I guess it definitely would be difficult to meet.

Idia: Oh, shoot, that was close. I'd have lost my very best online friend if I had forced him to come see me in person.

Idia: But Crimson Muscle-shi… He says something so proper like "I'll join you anytime"… What a mature response…

Idia: For that guy, whether it's making a recommended playlist or paying for a livestream, I'll just do anything!

Gloomy Samurai: Crimson Muscle-shi! I know you must be busy right now,

Gloomy Samurai: But if you have the time, please visit the Fates website from this URL…!

Idia: …Eh? The homepage looks a bit different from usual.

Idia: It's completely black. What in the world is…

THE FATES IS A TERRIBLE IDOL GROUP!

Idia: !?

NOWADAYS, THESE KINDS OF EDGY, ALL-BLACK WEARING IDOLS ARE SO PAINFUL TO WATCH, THEY'RE SO PATHETIC I CAN'T EVEN LAUGH LOLOL

AND THOSE FANS WHO ARE ADDICTED TO SUCH LAME IDOLS (LMAO) ARE PROBABLY THE SAME LOL, THE LOWEST OF THE LOW LOLOLOLOL

Idia: Wh… Wha…

Idia: WHAT IS THISSSS!?

Idia: There's just so much abusive language one after the another towards the Fates on the official site…

Idia: This is…

Idia: A cyber-attack on the Fates website server!?

Crimson Muscle: …Some fool seems to be doing something petty.

Crimson Muscle: Even if no one is watching, vulgar behavior such as this only serves to warp their heart and ruin their character.

Idia: Crimson Muscle-shi…

Crimson Muscle: There's no need for you to worry about it, Gloomy Samurai.

Gloomy Samurai: Yeah. I appreciate your kind words.

Gloomy Samurai: …Sorry, I know it's 30 min earlier than I planned, but I'm going to log off quickly.

Crimson Muscle: I don’t mind, but… Are you alright?

Gloomy Samurai: Completely fine. I'll come back soon, so please wait.

[Diasomnia Dorm – Lilia’s Room]

―Gloomy Samurai has logged out―

Lilia: Gloomy Samurai… He must have suffered a great shock from seeing his favorite group be under such an unjust attack.

Lilia: I hope he's not too depressed.

[Ignihyde Dorm – Idia’s Room]

Idia: …

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

#twisted wonderland #twst #idia shroud #lilia vanrouge #twst idia #twst lilia #twst translation

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turning-the-kaleidoscope · 5 years

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"Thaw” (Chapter 2/3)

It was supposed to be a fun afternoon.

Neither of them could’ve expected it to end up like this.

Written for @mookybear12404‘s MP100 Sims!AU, which is wholesome in all kinds of ways but almost turned into a complete disaster with the latest installment. Stay away from precarious railings near the ocean, kids!

[Part 1] [Part 3]

“—gen! —eigen! —Reigen!”

Arataka cracks his eyes open sluggishly, feeling like he’d been locked in a walk-in freezer and left there for longer than anything that had reason to be in the freezer. His lungs stammer and his breath shudders on its way in and out. The ice in his bones feels so real. Hell, it’s like his bones are ice. He feels like if he moves too quickly he’ll break, but if he doesn’t move quickly enough, he’ll be trapped here forever.

“R-Reigen!”

Oh. That’s Shi—

Oh.

Shigeo.

Arataka forces himself to sit up against the protesting, burning ache of his skin and lungs and chest. There’s sand beneath him, cold and wet. He’s cold and wet, soaked from head to toe. He doesn’t remember swimming to shore. Survival instincts.

“Sh—” His teeth are chattering. Great. “Shigeo?”

Shigeo runs at him, still wearing his coat, eyes blown wider than Arataka has ever seen them. He trips and stumbles through the sand, almost faceplanting several times, and it’s with his third stumble that the situation actually sinks in.

He’d just.

Taken a swan-dive.

Off a cliffside.

Into the ocean.

Right in front of his kid.

“R-Reigen—!” Shigeo hits the sand beside him, looking torn between diving into his arms and keeping his distance. His hands hover by Arataka and his eyes meet his and lock there, wide with fear and urgency. “A-Are you okay? Y-You aren’t hurt, are you? Y-You aren’t—y-you’re okay, r-right?”

Shigeo’s voice is broken and stammered, but not because of the temperature.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Arataka manages, and if you’d asked him how, he wouldn’t have had an answer. “Don’t worry about me, I just took a lil dip is all.”

“Y-You fell, Reigen, you—you fell—”

“I know, I know, that was stupid.” He suppresses a cough. His chest is too tight. “L-Let’s just stay away from guardrails and cliff sides like that from now on, y-yeah?”

Shigeo chokes on what sounds like some kind of sob, but he’s nodding and wiping at his eyes before Arataka can console him. “O-Okay. If… if you’re sure you’re okay.”

“Positive.” L i e s . “C’mon, we should get going before it gets any darker. We still have to find our way back to the rental car from here, which—”

Ah. Right. He fell. They’ve gotta be at the base of the mountain, wherever the shoreline meets the structure. He doesn’t know how Shigeo got here so quickly. Or maybe he was just out for a lot longer than he initially thought.

“I-I’m sure we can find it,” Shigeo says, but unfortunately he sounds more like he’s asking a question. “C-Can you move?’

“Of course I can,” Arataka says, and, honestly? He might as well be asking himself a question, too. But he doesn’t want to worry Shigeo, so even though it hurts, a lot, in ways he didn’t know possible, he gets his feet underneath him and hauls himself to his feet. He staggers but shifts his balance. His feet burn in his sopping shoes. His clothes cling to him and the wind slams against it like knives.

It.

Hurts.

Shigeo’s hand tugs at his wet sleeve, though, and he forces a smile. “There, ya see?” he says, grin tight on his frozen cheeks. Shigeo’s eyes are still wide, face crinkled with worry and fear, but Arataka ruffles his hair and hopes he doesn’t feel the chill of his skin.

“Now then. Should we go?”

Shigeo nods, wipes at his eyes with his sleeves, and they start up the shore, hopefully in the direction of the car. It’s really hard to tell exactly where they are as it pertains to the rest of the area.

They can’t go directly up from here. The cliffside is steep and there’s no way they could safely climb it. So, with burning, aching limbs and a frozen chest, Arataka leads the way around the place, the long way. They’ll have to climb the mountain again from the beginning. He doesn’t know how he’s gonna manage that, but he’ll find a way.

His clothes are still wet. His hair drips seawater down his face and it feels like his skin is being split. He can’t feel his feet or his hands. Is he even moving right now? They’re making progress. Shigeo’s still by his side.

Oh, he’s looking at him. How long has he been doing that?”

“Reigen?” Shigeo’s voice shakes a little. “Are… are you—”

“I'm alright, kiddo,” Arataka breathes, but he's not alright. He feels it in his bones, deeply rooted, like there's ice in his marrow. His blood runs like cold water, but with the consistency of syrup. He doesn't know why he thought this was a good idea. It'd seemed so innocent. Play in the snow, get home before dark, have dinner, watch movies.

It’d seemed so simple before. They were taking selfies and laughing breathlessly.

Now, he can hardly breathe at all.

“A-Are you sure?” Shigeo asks, slowing down to match Arataka's stammered pace. “Y-You don't really look alright. Are you sure you don't want your coat back?”

“I'm sure,” Arataka lies. He wants it back, really, he does, but he doesn't want it back nearly as badly as he wants Shigeo to have it. “Don't worry about me, buddy, I'll be fine.”

Shigeo is shivering. Arataka is not. The chill in his blood seeps further into him like frostbite, like a knife through smooth butter. Shigeo is saying something again, but Arataka's ears are numb and his mind is empty. He couldn't respond if he tried.

“—go home, the car sh-should be… around here…” Shigeo's voice shakes so terribly, he sounds so small and scared and desperate and it strikes Arataka's heart colder than ice ever could. He has to do something. He has to say something.

The words freeze against his throat and stick there. His body feels suddenly heavy, like stone. His limbs won't respond to his commands. The edges of his sight are tinted a dark, deep black.

“R-Reig—Reigen—!”

Shigeo's voice is a shrill, scared shriek, but Arataka can't muster even a single word and crumples. The world as he knows it is gone before he hits the ground.

“Reigen!”

Shigeo's knees hit the frozen dirt and sting, but blind terror has consumed the pain so much that he barely notices and cares even less.

“Reigen?” With courage he doesn't have, he reaches out, taking Reigen's shoulder and shaking him. “R-Reigen, ple—” His breath catches. He feels suddenly much colder. “P-Please g-get up.”

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. In desperation, terror mounting to a dangerous crescendo, Shigeo shakes him harder, more fervently, unable to breathe.

“R-Reigen, w-we have to go home,” he chokes, breath catching on a sob. “W-We have to go home, i-it's cold, w-we have to go—”

He shakes Reigen again. He even tries lifting him, with no success. No matter how tightly he hooks his arms underneath his, no matter how hard he hauls, Reigen won't budge.

It’s snowing, now, and every flake burns Shigeo's skin like embers. Reigen's skin burns worse against his. He still isn't moving, isn't talking, isn't opening his eyes.

A sob bursts in his chest and climbs up his throat. The snow falls harder. The wind dries up his tears before they have a chance to fall.

“P… Please, Reige—”

“Hnnrngn, ‘m aight, st-stop shaking me…”

Shigeo almost laughs in relief. Almost, because when Reigen tries pushing himself upright, he can’t get very far at all. His arms tremble underneath his weight, and his legs are dead behind him. His face is pale. His lips are… a color they shouldn’t be. Shigeo doesn’t want to think about it. He feels sick.

“S-Sorry, I—” That’s as far as Reigen gets before his head snaps away and he coughs raggedly, each sound a grating hack that scrapes against Shigeo’s eardrums like claws on a chalkboard. It. Sounds really bad.

“R-Reigen, a-are—” His chest has spiraled itself into tight knots. He feels sick. “C-Can… can you walk if I help you?”

Reigen doesn’t tell him he’s okay. He doesn’t smile. He nods, slightly, and that might be the most terrifying thing of all.

“Y-Yeah, probably… yeah, yeah, I can, l—let’s hurry.”

Shigeo doesn’t think. He doesn’t let himself think. He grabs Reigen’s arm and pulls it around his neck, holding tight. Reigen mumbles something he can’t make out, and Shigeo ignores the pang in his stomach and gets one foot underneath him. His other knee presses into cold, wet sand.

He sets his other arm around Reigen’s waist, ignoring the chill as his wet clothes seep into Shigeo’s dry ones. He should’ve given Reigen his jacket back before this but if he lets go now he’s not sure he’ll be able to start again.

So he struggles, makes sure his hold on Reigen is secure, and gets his other leg underneath him. Reigen does what he can, but stumbles the second he’s on his feet, and he would’ve fallen right back down if not for Shigeo’s support.

Even with Shigeo’s support, though, there’s only so much he can do. Shigeo grits his teeth against the cold, against his mounting panic, against the weight, and guides them both forward, unsure of which way is right and unsure of where to go.

He decides to grind his teeth harder and move regardless, one step after the other, half-carrying and half-dragging Reigen behind him.

He’s forced it out of his mind, forced himself under the uncertainty of he’ll be okay, he’ll be okay, he’ll be okay, just keep moving, but he can’t force the chill back, and now it’s hitting him full force. It’s snowing harder now. He doesn’t know where the sun went but it’s too dark now. His shoulders burn and ache with the weight upon them and his eyes burn with the wind but his tears can’t fall.

He has to keep moving.

If he thinks about it too long—if he thinks about the fact that Reigen is getting heavier, that he isn’t talking anymore, that he’d fallen into the ocean—he won’t be able to keep going.

If he thinks about it, he won’t be able to move forward.

So he doesn’t. He drags himself and Reigen through the sand across the shoreline. The waves are louder now and his ears are ringing. He has to clench his teeth tighter to keep them from chattering.

His feet are too heavy. Reigen is too heavy. His chest is too heavy. There’s too much pressure against his lungs. It’s too cold. The wind bites into him too hard. His skin tingles, and then he feels nothing. Not his fingers, not his feet, not his legs, or his heart. Another dry sob chokes him.

And then up ahead he sees a fuzzy light.

It takes a second for him to focus on it, dizzy and lightheaded as he is, but it’s definitely… there. A soft, warm, yellow glow, like one of the shop windows downtown at night. The light shines brighter in contrast to its source; a small but sturdy looking structure, with an angled top and boxy bottom.

It clicks a second later that it’s a building. It’s a house.

A burst of adrenaline brings heat back into his veins, and he moves faster, as quickly as he can, dragging and hauling Reigen with him. There are more tears springing into his eyes, more sobs building in his throat, but he clenches his jaw until his head begins to pound and he can feel his heartbeat behind his eyes and he forces himself forward.

One foot after the other. One broken, desperate plea after the other. One choked sob, stumbled step, adrenaline rush after the other.

He reaches the door and could’ve collapsed against it and cried, but it’s not over. His shoulder hits the doorframe when he tips to the side, and he releases Reigen’s waist, clenches his numb fingers, and bangs on the door as hard as he possibly can.

“H-Hey!” He bangs until his knuckles hurt and his arm is heavy, and then he bangs harder. “S-Somebody, please, help—!”

He bangs again, harder, faster. There’s no response. His chest winds itself like a coil.

“P-Please!”

He bangs. Hard, long. Slow.

“P-Please, s... someone…”

His throat is raw.

“Please, h… h-help m—”

The door swings open. He almost falls through it. A startled voice begins to say, “Hey, are you—” but stops almost immediately, breaking off with a low, breathy swear.

Shigeo lifts his head. Her eyes are wide and startled, hair pulled back into a ponytail behind her head. Shigeo could cry in relief, but right now—

“H-He fell in the ocean, I-I don’t know what to do, p-please—”

She’s already moving, taking Reigen from him and pulling him up into her arms like he weighs nothing. The sudden disappearance of the weight has Shigeo stumbling and dizzy.

“Come on, hurry, inside,” she tells him urgently, stepping out of the doorframe. “It’s freezing, come on—”

He moves inside on numb legs and she kicks the door shut behind him. Water drops from Reigen’s clothes and hits the wooden floorboards with soft splats and drips. He isn’t moving again.

“Oh shit—” The woman’s eyes are wide, jaw set. Shigeo barely hears her. “We’ve gotta get him warmed up fast, come on—”

She moves, and it’s all Shigeo can do to chase after her. Her strides are long and carry her far. He has to take three steps for each one of hers.

“I-Is he going to be okay?” Shigeo asks, voice trembling. He feels almost worse now that he’s warm. Reigen’s jacket is still around his shoulders, though soaked now. “W-What are you going to do?”

“He’ll be okay, son, but we need to raise his body temperature right now,” she says, and there’s no mistaking the urgency in her voice. It haunts him. “Kaito!” Her sudden shout makes him jump, but she doesn’t seem to notice. “Kaito, get down here, now!”

It’s not long before Shigeo realizes why she’d yelled. Rapid footsteps meet his ears and a boy swings himself down the flight of stairs, looking as panicked as though the house was on fire. When his gaze fall on the three of them, that look becomes twice as worse.

“What’s going on, Mom?” Kaito questions, leaping down the last two steps and racing towards them. “What happened?”

“Take care of the boy, alright?” she tells him, without answering fully. She probably doesn’t know how to. “Let him borrow some of your clothes, make some tea, start the fireplace. I need to take care of the dad.”

The word “dad” clicks a second too late. She’s already turned away and Shigeo leaps and runs to catch up.

“W-Wait, I—I-I want to—”

“I’ll take care of him, son, don’t worry. You’ll be able to see him real soon, I promise, but you’ve gotta get out of those wet clothes right now. Alright? It’ll be okay.”

Shigeo can’t breathe again, but something about her tone is reassuring. A bit abrasive, and demanding, but that might just be because of the situation. Actually, he appreciates it right now. It’s grounding.

He doesn’t realize he’d stopped moving until she and Reigen disappear around the corner, and Kaito’s fingers ghost his shoulder lightly.

“Don’t worry, she knows what she’s doing. Your dad will be fine. Now we’ve just gotta make sure that you’re fine, too.”

Shigeo swallows back the bile in his throat and nods, slowly. Kaito’s hand doesn’t leave his shoulder.

“Hey, you okay?”

His head spins. He sees Reigen’s unmoving form on the backs of his eyelids.

“I… I-I don’t… I-I think I might...”

“Are you—oh holy—!”

Shigeo’s legs finally give out, and the last thing he remembers is being caught before his consciousness gives out too.

#Sims!MP100 AU #Sims!MP100 #Cloud Writes #dad reigen #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #fanfic #hnnnNNNNN #next installment !!! :D #still screaming

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fotfotssmile · 6 years

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My Little Mochi 💉

Chapter 11: Open

I twisted and turned in my bed in a cold sweat. My eyes flickering madly as the image of someone hurting Jimin and dragging him away from me flashed into my dream, well nightmare would be the best way to describe it. It was so vivid and it felt so real. Jimin was screaming, crying, reaching out to me desperately, but for some reason I couldn't reach him, no matter how hard I tried, how fast I sprinted, I just couldn't get to him. His painful cries wouldn't leave my mind...'Kookie!' His voice spoke out. 'Kookie!!" He repeated and I groaned, shaking my head violently. "K-KOOKIE!" Jimin's voice brought me back into reality and I shot up my eyes wide from the nightmare I had just endured. It took me awhile to realise that it was all in my head, and when I came round I was face to face with the blonde haired beauty. He was kneeling on top of me, his head slightly cocked to the side, confusion written all over him.

"Jiminie-Hyung" I breathed, feeling a sense of relief that he was ok and still here. He continued to stare into me and I backed up against the headboard of my bed, which only made Jimin crawl closer to me. He raised his hand up to me and I pushed myself against the headboard as much as I could . "J-Jiminie...Hyung" I gulped, just before Jimin placed his small, warm hand against my ice cold, sweaty forehead.

"J-Jungkook...Sick?" He tilted his head even more, but instead of confusion, he showed concern.

"I-I'm ok...Just cold" I replied not daring to make any eye contact with him.

"You're sweaty...but cold" Jimin continued, slowly trailing his hand from my forehead to my cheek. I felt a rush of warmth flow through me and I placed my hand on top of his, lightly taking it off my cheek.

"I'm fine Jiminie..." I replied, before letting go of his hand. I uncovered myself with a large yawn and a stretch. When I looked back to Jimin he seemed a little taken aback, his cheeks a small hue of pink. "You ok..?"

"C-could...you m-maybe p-put on a shi...shirt...p...p-please?" Jimin asked with a small stammer which I found insanely adorable. I just stared at him in awe, as he fiddled with the sheets on my bed. It took me awhile to realise the reason of his flushed face, and when I looked down I noticed my bare chest. I had a habit of falling asleep without any clothes on except a pair of tight boxers, because I'd either be too warm, or too uncomfortable...

"Aish! Sorry Jimin-Ah!" I panicked rushing to pick up the first shirt I found.

"It's...it's ok" He hesitantly looked up to check if I had put a shirt on and when he was sure he finally jumped up with a grin. I chuckled awkwardly before my eyes fell onto the digital clock on the side table next to my bed and my eyes grew in size.

"Jiminie-Hyung! It's 5am! What are you even doing up?" I questioned and he began to chew on his bottom lip.

"Well, I umm...I couldn't get to sleep...I tried to sleep next to Kookie, but you kept wriggling and whining in your sleep, so I decided to wake Kookie up" Jimin explained and I couldn't help but smile as he said the nickname he had given to me just the other day. "I really want a hot chocolate..." Jimin admitted.

"A hot chocolate?" I rolled my eyes with a shake of my head as he looked up with his desperate puppy eyes.

"Please Kookie...Please?" Jimin got down on his knees again and clasped his hands together, begging like he was some kind of homeless boy on the streets...I tried all I could to avoid saying yes, but the way he looked at me and begged me...I couldn't resist.

"...A...Alright." I admitted defeat and started to head for the door before he would notice my bright red cheeks.

"With extra whipped cream, sprinkles and marshmallows!" Jimin chimed as he followed behind me into the kitchen.

I sat opposite Jimin as he began to devour his Hot Chocolate with extra whipped cream, sprinkles and marshmallows. It was 5am in the morning bare in mind, but at this point I couldn't deny his adorable puppy eyes. If I kept falling for them every time I'd be out of food...and out of my mind. His yes glistened as he slowly licked up the whipped cream that was dripping down the sides of the mug. It was killing me, but I couldn't take my eyes of him..."Kookie-Ah...?" Jimin looked up and I had to shake my head to actually focus properly.

"Hmmm?" I queried and he began to climb over the breakfast bar with a smirk. "Wha...What are you doing?" I watched him as he came up close to my face the same smirk as before. Suddenly he revealed his small, chubby hands and smeared some whipped cream on my nose. I jolted a little from the shock of his actions and he just giggled as he heard my unexpected squeal.

"Ko...Ko hahaha! Kookie has...haha cream haha...now!" Jimin giggled between his words and I just sighed before wiping off the cream on my nose. I leaned over the breakfast bar and brushed the cream over his lips, licking mine in the process. "Hey!" Jimin whined as he licked away the cream from his lips. His lips looked so god damn kissable...They were almost screaming to me. "Yummy!"

"Jiminie..." I spoke out as I nonchalantly reached out to grab his wrist. He looked up so innocently and as much as I wanted to mush my lips against his I knew it would be wrong...He may have been older then me, but he certainly didn't act like it. He acted like a child, and I couldn't ruin that innocence about him. He was too pure and...and small...and cute...

"K-Kookie?" He snapped me out of My thoughts and I closed my eyes tightly for a few long seconds before I opened them up again to see Jimin's sweet little eyes looking back up to me, and I just brushed my finger up to his chin to tickle him lightly, but to my surprise he turned his face slightly so that that my hand was gently caressing his cheek and he leaned into my touch with a sweet smile that sent sparks of heat through my body.

"I love how you've become more open with me Jiminie-Hyung..." I spoke my mind and instantly regretted it. I felt like I had just gone and made things weird now, but again to my surprise Jimin just hummed before replying with a simple;

"I trust you Kookie..."

11/💉

#jikook au #kookmin au #jikook #kookmin #MyLittleMochiau #MyLittleMochi11

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gegenji · 6 years

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Going Going Kugane, Part 10

Tempers, Tensions, Troubles, Tairyo - Crossing the Ruby Sea

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[19:45](Chachanji Gegenji) > The day has arrived! It might have seemed a bit obnoxiously slow on the side of the boat adjustments - though, if one listened enough to Tairyo, it was apparently due to his lack of shipwright skills - but the fisherman's boat had been adapted to carry the whole of the group and their supplies across the Ruby Sea. All that was left was final affairs before they all bit a short adieu to the island city of Kugane.

[19:47](Virara Wakuwa) Virara appears at the edge of the boat wearing the same coat as ever, somehow even worse for wear than usual, expression flat, eyes placid. She is traveling surprisingly light, with her usual thick rucksack barely loaded to full. [19:47](Jancis Milburga) Jancis was ready and had brought what supplies for the ship she could, though she never addressed Tairyo by name. She was ready for the trip, carrying their simple travel bags and also finding a heavy coat and boots that were big enough for their au ra 'retainer' for the trip. [19:51](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara was wearing a jacket over her croptop, her satchel with her stuff and some of Chachan's stuff strapped to her back, and was carrying Chance in her arms. She somehow managed to dress Chance in a green sweater. How she was able to come across a market stall with sweaters the size of bokos was beyond the group. She'd eye the boat and rub her chin. "Ooo... this is exciting!" [19:51](Denz De'bayle) *Denz had been quite the taskmaster in ensuring that the boat was properly adjusted to accomodate for all the passengers, losing all frivolous additions and telling the Au Ra he addressed as "Fisher" to sell them for gil for supplies. Looking once over the boat once the party arrived, his critical eyes swept over it once more, before nodding in approval.* "We appear to be ready." [19:52](Virara Wakuwa) Virara hurls her bag into the boat unceremoniously and crawls in. It's not enough that she eats the fisherman out of house and home, but she shows no respect to his personal property either. [19:54](Chachanji Gegenji) > "I -hope- so," the fisherman grumbled, looking forlornly at his one real possession - transformed into this from his quaint little fishing boat. "Otherwise we're getting an actual shipwright. Or another boat." He frowned. "Wait, no, not another boat... not after everything you made me do to mine." [19:56](Denz De'bayle) *Denz throws his own satchels in, before bearing a long wrapped object onto the boat.* "Mm." *He says to the man's complaining. The plated elezen made the boat rock for a brief moment, before he settled in and the boat got a -lot- heavier.* [19:56](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara would carefully climb into the boat and sit next to Virara. Chance would lean over to Virara and sniff her curiously, recognizing her from the time they were rescuing Lehs. [19:56](Chachanji Gegenji) > "C-careful! Don't flip the boat before we're even out of the docks!" [19:57](Virara Wakuwa) Virara gives the tanuki a forbodingly hungry look. [19:57](Y'zhara Zekial) Chance all of a sudden would transmogrify himself into what appeared to be a fruit of some kind, it looked like a mango. [19:58](Jancis Milburga) Jancis leaned over the boat, handing Denz one of the satchels in particular before climbing into the boat, holding Denz's shoulder as she looked back at Chachanji, offering her hand. "Do not want you to carry us this way again if we can avoid it." [19:58](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara gasped as she saw her pet change. [19:59](Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan would be one of the last to arrive, having had to wrap up a final couple tasks at Kokajiya for the Smithing Guild. It did mean his business obligations for the trip were all but done now, but it also made him a little late. He came up just in time to hear the fisherman's wails about capsizing. He blinked at Jancis' words and blushed a little. "A-ah, yeah. I'd hope not... T-though I figger it'd be a shorter trip ev'n if'n I had ta. Not as far ta go..." An awkward chuckle. [20:00](Jancis Milburga) Lehsohmarrn was comfortable in the satchel, opting to not rest in Denz's shield this time should the knight have need of it, and being close to the fisherman the dragonet was pretty sure he would. He peeked out, head snaking out to look around the boat as if giving it a critical eye. [20:01](Virara Wakuwa) "Eh..?!" [20:02](Virara Wakuwa) Virara rubs her eye in disbelief. Apparently the transformation has the opposite effect as she shies away from the fruit, visibly certain no good can come of eating something that could change form mid bite. [20:02](Jancis Milburga) "That is quite true. And not as much to carry." She echoed the laugh. "And Nymeia willing the distance is all we will have on the trip. I heard about a toll, but it is a bit beyond me." [20:03](Denz De'bayle) *Denz gingerly takes the bag into his hands, wrapping them around his arms protectively as he nodded to Chachanji.* "All set to leave?" [20:03](Chachanji Gegenji) > The boat itself was nothing fantastic. A simple fishing boat that had - at one point - apparently contained a box for caught fish. Such accoutrements had been forcibly removed as per Denz's request. Making the Playing Koi - as was apparently the name, according to the shoddily etched in lettering on the side - seem rather empty and bog-standard indeed. [20:04](Y'zhara Zekial) Chance would change back, and stick his tongue out at Virara before resting his head on Zhara's leg. Zhara would give him a little pat pat as she looked at Jancis, Denz and Chachan. "I think Virara and I are ready when you guys are." [20:06](Chachanji Gegenji) "Ah, yeah, 'm all set..." Chachan responded with a nod. "Sorry 'bout tha'. Jus' had a couple more thin's ta work out at th' smithy 'ere. They're plannin' on doin' more stuff wit' th' Guilds in Limsa so... part'a th' whole givin' us a lift thin' was havin' me help out 'n set up stuff fer th' whole... um... workin'... t'gether... thin'." [20:10](Chachanji Gegenji) > "Oh, right, the toll..." Tairyo murmured, eyeing the group for a second. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but apparently thought better of it as he let out a huge sigh. "You... won't have to worry about it. I... have a deal with the Confederates so I'm pretty free to sail wherever in the Ruby Sea for fishing as long as they get first pick of my catch. Usually a sizeable pick. Hence the fishbox. That you had me take out." [20:10](Virara Wakuwa) "... Then you do have to concern yourself with their toll." [20:11](Virara Wakuwa) Virara motions with her head at him. "You catch fast. Right?" [20:11](Denz De'bayle) *Denz looks at Virara.* "For six people? That's not a realistic request." [20:11](Virara Wakuwa) She simply shrugs back at Denz quietly. It's uncertain whether she means for Tairyo to do it all himself or for the others to aid him. [20:12](Jancis Milburga) "Here," Jancis leaned over Denz to give Tairyo the clothing she'd gotten for him. Looking over what he had, part of the money she'd been earning from tips at covering sailor wounds and other odd jobs she'd spent on some used clothing. The legs might be a bit short, but the boots would hopefully make up for that. "Llymlaen knows it can get cold in the water and some of that is near threadbare. It would be best to keep for making patches than to patch it. How much is typically a catch?" [20:12](Chachanji Gegenji) > "No, no it isn't," the fisherman agreed, the Raen giving Virara a rather dirty look. When she wasn't looking, of course. He saw what she did to those Kojin. He was grumpy, not stupid. Well, not THAT stupid. Maybe. [20:12](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara would look at the group. "We could also split the toll, it's no big deal." [20:14](Jancis Milburga) Jancis nods at Zhara's idea, sitting down against Denz's side, not minding the armor so much. [20:15](Virara Wakuwa) Virara raises an eyebrow at Zhara. With her ratty coat and poverty-stricken appearance, it's remarkable she was even able to pay to get to Kugane. Maybe she didn't. [20:15](Chachanji Gegenji) > He seems honestly surprised at the gift from Jancis, especially considering it hadn't been that many suns ago when she had sought to put one of his eyes out. Perhaps that was why he was a bit wary as he took the proffered articles of clothing. "It's... usually a percentage of my catch. Which usually wasn't TOO bad since it was just me - minus the whole 'not being able to sell the good catch' thing - but I don't know what they'd expect for me dragging along all of you with." [20:16](Denz De'bayle) *Also agrees with Y'zhara, glancing back towards the Au Ra.* "We can pay for our own passage." [20:16](Chachanji Gegenji) > "I'd -hope- so." [20:18](Jancis Milburga) “Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.” Jancis quotes, looking up at Tairyo. Her bruises had faded by now, but her looks to him lately in the past days had been expecting. [20:19](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara looked at Virara, and then the group. "And I'll pay Virara's toll. It's the least I can do after she helped us take down those kojin." [20:20](Chachanji Gegenji) > "... Right," came his response to Jancis' quote. The Raen harrumphed as he settled by the mast of the little boat. "Well, let's get this over with. Maybe we'll get lucky and not bump into the Confederates at all. Or more Kojin of the Red." [20:21](Virara Wakuwa) She silently nods in thanks, a bit hesitantly. There's a hint of bashfulness in her naturally frowning face. [20:21](Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan eeped at that and scrambled into the boat to join the rest, finding himself a seat as quickly as possible. [20:21](Virara Wakuwa) Virara leans back towards her edge of the boat, gazing out upon the waters in thought. [20:22](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara smiled and wrapped an arm around Chachan as he got his seat in the boat. "Here we go.." [20:22](Denz De'bayle) *Denz pats the side of the boat.* "Then let us make way." [20:23](Jancis Milburga) Jancis sways her shoulders enough on the boat to make the bell on her staff ring. ding ding♪ [20:33](Chachanji Gegenji) > The little fishing boat pulls away from Kugane and, in short order, finds its way out on the Ruby Sea. The wind is light and warm and the skies are clear. The seas themselves may not be that clear, but they seem clear enough at points that the passengers can get a glimpse into the depths below - and the various bits of coral that rise up towards the surface. [20:35](Virara Wakuwa) Virara rocks uneasily with the boat, swaying to and fro awkwardly, as if top-heavy. She's stonefaced as ever though. Either her infamous iron gut is as resistant to sea sickness as any true sickness, or she is hiding it well. [20:36](Chachanji Gegenji) > Tairyo seems less enthused about the pleasant sailing conditions, his eyes always watchful for Confederate ships. Even despite the group's offer to pay their own way, he seems eager to avoid even interacting with the strongest faction in the Ruby Seas if he can avoid it. [20:37](Jancis Milburga) Jancis was enjoying the ride. She'd lean over the edge, hands on the rail and try to look into the water, or even lean and point at things like the lava, something she'd never seen before. "Is like Azeyma's skirts! Glows with the light of a thousand torches. Can we go towards it?" [20:38](Chachanji Gegenji) > "We -can-, doesn't mean we -should,-" the fisherman intones grumpily, not pausing for a moment in his hawk-like vigilance. [20:38](Denz De'bayle) *Denz shook his head quickly.* "Aaaah, not exactly. You've never seen lava before?" *He put a hand on his chin in thought.* "Then again, I suppose that's not a bad thing. 'Tis hot, too hot to touch." *His eyes look back into the distance.* "Though it is enthralling to watch." [20:39](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara eyed the lava on one of the distant islands. "It is pretty to watch from a distance, but the fisherman's right, we don't want to go near it, too dangerous." [20:40](Chachanji Gegenji) "'s... kinda like when we do smeltin'... jus' wit rock instead'a metals 'n stuff," Chachan chimes in, peering over the edge of the boat for a look himself. [20:40](Jancis Milburga) "Have you gotten close to it before? Is it always there?" She looked between Denz and their retainer before the others. "Chachanji you know how to handle such things. Does it not cool into glass?" [20:41](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara chuckled a little. "You can die or burn yourself badly. Chachan usually has to be very careful when he smiths because it can be dangerous." [20:42](Virara Wakuwa) The light from the highly viscous lava as it crept down the side of the mountain and sizzled to a cool black mass in the sea reflects off the glimmering surface of Virara's staring eye, flickering as she sways back and fourth, listening to the others converse. [20:43](Chachanji Gegenji) > "It's not called Hells' Lid for nothing," the fisherman grumbles. "Some Confederates even collect some of the magma from there for... whatever reason. Doesn't seem worth it... even before considering all the creatures that live there." [20:43](Chachanji Gegenji) "Oh, um... mebbe? I dun do much work wit glass... but ain't tha' usually jus' from heatin' sand 'n stuff?" [20:44](Denz De'bayle) *Denz tilted his head in thought.* "Not too close. I've been in the upper caverns of Mourn, and even far from the lava, the heat rose and made it difficult to breath, impossible to remain longer than a few minutes. Ishgardian metal is heat resistant too. As for how long it's been there, I know not." [20:45](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara's eyes widened as she noticed the huuuge tower up ahead. "Woah guys... look at that." she'd point up at it. [20:45](Y'zhara Zekial) "... What is that?' [20:45](Jancis Milburga) That seemed to intrigue Jancis all the more. "Creatures live there." She sank on the side of the boat looking at it another moment, taking in the detail before returning her curious gaze to Denz. "Then Lehsoh-" She stopped at Zhara's words, following her gaze. "Oh. Byregot's Hand." [20:46](Virara Wakuwa) "..." Virara turns her head impassively. The scale of the tower is enough to make her nearly fall back in her seat, were she so inclined to try and see the top. Then again, it was tall by anyone's reckoning. "I have heard of Heaven on High. But I've not seen it before." [20:47](Chachanji Gegenji) > The fisherman gave Virara a wary look before nodding. "Heaven-on-High. We're not going over that way either. The Confederates have a whole town around it." [20:48](Chachanji Gegenji) > As if to prove his point, he tilted the rudder of the ship a bit, angling it away from the northern landmass. [20:49](Y'zhara Zekial) "Well, whatever you think will keep us safe." [20:52](Chachanji Gegenji) > "It's less keeping -you- safe and more I don't want them thinking I've gotten into the ferrying business. I don't need that kind of attention and..." His grumpy-whining was cut off by a curse as another ship started heading their way. [20:52](Jancis Milburga) "Are these people of other lands that you have lost trust of as well?" Her voice wasn't vindictive, but honest as Jancis asked their guide. "They are not the beastmen. You should have more concern for us. Must needs be honest about this time." [20:53](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara eyed the boat coming toward them. "... What's the worse they could do?" [20:54](Virara Wakuwa) Virara sits up, leaning forward to watch the oncoming ship, with the body language of an agitated hound. "... I can imagine a few things." [20:54](Denz De'bayle) *Denz was silently observing the scenery, before eyes turned to the boat approaching them. He gently too the bag on his lap and laid it on the floor, unravelling the already loose tie further in case its occupant needed a quick escape.* [20:55](Chachanji Gegenji) > "It's not a -trust- thing, okay?" the fisherman hissed. "They don't -like- people just... bringing people across the Ruby Sea without their permission. And all I have permission for is fishing. So unless you can pretend to be fish..." he let that taper off as the other boat approached. Its occupants - a couple of long-haired Hyur in loose-fitting Othardian attire and bandannas, looked more bemused than angry. [20:56](Virara Wakuwa) "We can always give this craven to them as a hostage." [20:56](Virara Wakuwa) Virara motions loosely to Tairyo. [20:57](Chachanji Gegenji) > "Tairyo, Tairyo, Tairyo..." one of them chided, as if speaking to a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "You're pretty far out from your usual fishing spots. And with some very non-fish-looking cargo." [20:57](Virara Wakuwa) Virara bristles at the man's casual tone, body going alarmingly tense. [20:59](Jancis Milburga) "Hostage? We made a covenant. Not part of it to be taken from us." Jancis replied to Virara's comment. "You know this man? He has a reputation in these Seas?" [21:00](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara remained silent for now as she tilted her head and eyed the men in the other boat. [21:02](Chachanji Gegenji) > The Confederate chuckled. "Oh, he hasn't even told you. How... like him." He shook his head and shrugged. "If he's known for anything, it's failing to follow the rules laid out for him. We let him fish for a cut of the catch, and he tries to hide the best fish under piles of ice. He fishes in areas outside where we tell him when he thinks we're not looking..." The man's cheerful demeanor fades frighteningly quickly. "And now he's trying to smuggle people across our waters." [21:06](Jancis Milburga) "I am not smuggled, Lord. Though there is a sense of fear in this man. Is it true only his largest fish are taken in toll, and not the smaller as well? This man is beholden to us and we found no other ship to bring us to Chachanji's homeland from the rainbow city." [21:09](Chachanji Gegenji) > "That's the deal, yes. He fishes out here - where he's not in conflict with any other fishermen around Kugane or the Price... and we get a cut of his catch. It's all fair business, no?" The Confederate smiles again. "I mean, the alternative is just sailing up and taking everything... like what we WERE thinking about doing with you all. I'm sure you all have plenty of things that could sell for quite a pretty koban in Kugane." [21:11](Y'zhara Zekial) "Or we could just give you koban and be on our way? Would that suffice?" [21:13](Chachanji Gegenji) > "Well, I mean we could... but what sort of standard would we be setting for our friend here?" He looks to Tairyo, who shrinks a bit under the hollowly cheerful look. "That he can just break the rules if he has someone just throw around some money for him?" [21:16](Denz De'bayle) *Denz stood up, moving forward to place a hard hand on the back of the Au Ra's neck.* "I can assure you this man is not, and -will- not be breaking any further rules. We can pay for our passage, and ensure that this Fisher will not trouble you further." *Denz's eyes harden on Taiyro.* "Fate does not see him fishing in these waters from this day forward." *He looked back to the Confederate man in charge.* "How much must we pay to cross?" [21:19](Chachanji Gegenji) > Tairyo seemed less than thrilled at that prospect. "What are you doing!?" he hissed quietly to Denz. "Fishing is my LIVELIHOOD. If I can't fish, I'm going to STARVE." The Confederate man, however, seemed to be more amused by the statement considering the laughter he belted out. "Really? You're going to be keeping him on a tight leash, then?" [21:20](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara took out a decently heavy bag of koban and then pulled out what appeared to be a WYNG t-shirt and began signing it with a marker. "Yeah Denz, we don't want to completely screw over our guide here." [21:21](Jancis Milburga) "Nald'thal would not agree to the deal he has currently as it is. It will continue to lead him to ruin. I agree. Your life can be better. It has to become better." [21:22](Denz De'bayle) *Denz does not heed Y'zhara's words or flailing.* "Yours is not the only concord he has wronged, and has since been indentured into mine service as a retainer. He will find a path that will no longer cross yours, but he can provide this one last profit to you, if you allow us." [21:24](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara held out the koban and the t-shirt. "What do you think of this? This t-shirt here is a bonus, I know it doesn't look like much, but trust me, it will sell." [21:24]Virara Wakuwa fails to understand Y'zhara Zekial. [21:24](Virara Wakuwa) "... I don't think a single piece of clothes will sway them." [21:26](Chachanji Gegenji) > The Confederate's laughter quieted and then stilled. "You're serious, aren't you? Oh boy." He sighed and shook his head, pausing to take the proffered items from Zhara. He tossed the bag of coin up and down to judge the weight. "As amusing as the guy is, I wouldn't wish him on anyone. Still... taking away a continued problem plus paying the proper toll... hm..." [21:29](Jancis Milburga) "It pays for you to keep the water safe? And let the glass be made from the Hell's Lid? Kami's sake, what gives you pause Lord?" [21:30](Chachanji Gegenji) > "Glass...?" the Confederate repeated, looking at Jancis curiously. The fisherman was as well, the both of them apparently not getting what she meant at all. [21:32](Denz De'bayle) *Denz held up his hand, shaking his head swiftly.* "Nothing. A craftsmen tongue looking upon materials and believing what can be made." *He gestures to the nearby lava pool.* "We shall not suffer with this man's presence amongst us. -You- shall not suffer this man's presence longer." *Denz pulled out his own coin pouch, holding it out to the man.* "What say you?" [21:34](Jancis Milburga) Jancis found the word after Denz spoke, her voice quietier for its belatedness, "Obsidian. Where the lava touches the water." [21:35](Chachanji Gegenji) > He took the other pouch, bouncing it as he had the first in his other hand. He looked as if he belonged on the front of a board game involving buying property. Just needed a monocle and a nicer set of clothes. "Well. I suppose we can give him this one last chance, yes. But if we find him out where he shouldn't be again..." Again with that cold smile as he tucked both sacks away. "Well... let's just say it wouldn't be pleasant." [21:36](Virara Wakuwa) Virara turns to Tairyo, tilting her head slightly. That sidelong glance seems to almost say, "You heard the man." [21:36](Denz De'bayle) *Denz's face brightens.* "Then we are of one mind. I was going to request you watch for him leaving alone." *He lets go of Tairyo's neck, taking a step back.* "I thank you for your duty to this realm, my lord." [21:39](Chachanji Gegenji) > "Oh, he's never too difficult to find," the Confederate stated, motioning for his crew to pull their ship away and back towards Onokoro. "Just look where he shouldn't be." A final laugh as the Confederate ship pulled away, leaving Tairyo standing there looking completely defeated and aimless. He was apparently taking the idea that he couldn't fish in the Ruby Sea anymore pretty hard. [21:40](Denz De'bayle) *Denz moved back to his seat, sitting down slowly.* "Fisher. Get us to shore." [21:41](Virara Wakuwa) "... What will he do now?" [21:41](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara crossed her arms and glared up at Denz. "Now what is your retainer supposed to do after we leave Othard?" [21:41](Chachanji Gegenji) > Tairyo didn't move. He seemed to be wondering the same thing Virara and Zhara were. [21:41](Y'zhara Zekial) "I get that he made a mistake but you're treating him like buffalo shit." [21:42](Denz De'bayle) *Denz let the miqo'te's words bounce off of his ears.* "We will speak more -when- we're ashore." *Arms crossed as his eyebrows furrowed, looking away from his companions to the coastline.* [21:44](Chachanji Gegenji) > "No." [21:44](Jancis Milburga) "Koban is just as bad as gil." Jancis commented, watching the colorful sails as the ship moved away. "What did you do to them to make them as sour? Was the toll fair at first? Even if he could fish here, it would bring little and only continue to spoil until it would be worse than not being welcome." She looks to the fisherman again at the refusal, "Pray continue." [21:44](Virara Wakuwa) "... What will he do now?" Virara questions with her quiet, silken tone. It hardly shows real concern for the man, just a deeply buried curiosity. [21:45](Chachanji Gegenji) > "Why? You've already ruined me. The only reason I was able to afford ANYTHING was because I managed to talk the Confederacy into letting me fish out here. And now I can't even do THAT." [21:46](Chachanji Gegenji) > "I'm already going to starve to death now thanks to you. So why should I bother taking you the rest of the way? Get out and swim for all I care." The Raen flopped into a sitting position in the middle of the boat. [21:46](Y'zhara Zekial) "Yeah... I mean you pretty much ruined his life." [21:47](Virara Wakuwa) Virara moves to the boat's sails, examining them with naked unfamiliarity. [21:48](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara would then look at Chachan. "... You must see how wrong this is... right?" [21:48](Denz De'bayle) *Denz's head turned back to the Au Ra, face twisting into rage as he stood up, grasping onto Tairyo's tunic harshly and pulling the man close to his ishgardian face.* "Does your loss of livelihood excuse your crimes?!" *He looked at everyone else.* "Need I remind you that this man put our -lives- in danger, stole the closest thing I have to a son?!" *He looked at Y'zhara dead in the eye.* "He does not deserve forgiveness. Were it not for the mercy we provided, he would already be dead." *He- [21:49](Denz De'bayle) -- looked back at the Au Ra he had wrenched to his feet.* "You will not starve. But you will not return to the life you had. You forfeit it when you thought to put six others in the balance." *He let go of the Au Ra, grasping onto the oar roughly and beginning, very slowly, to push the boat through the waves.* [21:50](Virara Wakuwa) Virara glances in silence between the others, head gliding back and forth, apparently cowed by the sudden display of anger. For someone so ready to kill, she is surprisingly easily intimidated by the display. Or perhaps she doesn't understand Denz's rage to begin with. [21:50](Virara Wakuwa) Her stare is more like a wary animal than Spoken. [21:51](Jancis Milburga) Jancis' face had echoed Denz's, his words all the more clear than the ones that were building up inside of her, again giving Tairyo that expectant stare. “This grove, that was now so peaceful, must then have rung with cries, I thought; and even with the thought I could believe I heard it ringing still.” She sat down, watching Denz use the oar for awhile. [21:51](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara stood up and despite being significantly shorter than him, stood up next to him and looked just as pissed off as he was. "Yeah and because of your rage and your grudge, we're stuck out here! You think taking this Au Ra's freedom away and making him your slave is the anwser? How fucking dare you!" [21:52](Chachanji Gegenji) > "-I- put your lives in danger? I didn't tell you to come interrupt my deal with the Kojin!" he snapped back. "And you already shortchanged me on my livelihood and threatened to marr what little name I have in Kugane in favor of THAT flea-bitten mongrel!" He motioned blindly towards Chance. "The few good fish I managed to bring back to town and THAT little rat eats all of them! And what did I get out of it? Fifty koban. FIFTY." [21:53](Virara Wakuwa) Virara's posture changes, and for a moment it almost seems like she's shrinking in place. Her hands knot themselves into small, hard fists, and it sudenly becomes clear that the boat isn't the only thing creaking around them. It almost sounds like groaning metal. [21:53](Virara Wakuwa) "You're noisy." [21:54](Y'zhara Zekial) "Well no matter what, we are stuck out here because we ruined our relations with our guide in a land we know next to nothing about." [21:54](Denz De'bayle) *Denz's eyes continue to cut to the horizon, narrowed and focused on the unfamiliar motion that was moving the boat.* "He is no slave. He has a choice. Follow us, or return to the Sekiseigumi." *He speaks with a level tone towards Y'zhara.* [21:54](Virara Wakuwa) At this, Virara glances to Chachanji, as if he is the new guide. [21:56](Chachanji Gegenji) > "Oh yes, SUCH a choice," the Raen echoes acidically. "Get gang-pressed into doing every little task you want of me as you destroy my livelihood while putting on your little show of superiority... or rot away in a Sekiseigumi prison. Such wonderful choices." [21:57](Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan is just sitting there looking more and more awkward as this whole situation seems to be melting down in front of him. [21:57](Denz De'bayle) *Denz grins sardonically, but instead of inciting more arguements, remains quiet, or rather, grunts as he puts his whole body into pushing the boat forward with an oar.* [21:58](Jancis Milburga) "Your deal? With our Lehsohmarrn. My offer was freedom or the Matron would take you in Her embrace that night. To stay like this. Who else would you have killed. Other blood on your hands than that of cleaned fish. The name you have in that city is poison. Lies, a reputation of slander and mistrust. Those Kojin would have given you nothing but seen to use you as another tool. When did you start thinking so little of yourself? When were you so wronged?" [22:01](Y'zhara Zekial) "So because of that, that's the excuse to treating someone lower than dirt Jancis? I thought more of you, but I guess I was wrong." she'd then sit down and glare at Chachan. "And you... staying all silent and doing nothing about this... really makes me question you too Chachan. I can't believe all of you. And I thought my morality was the most questionable here." [22:01](Chachanji Gegenji) > "Oh yes, freedom to be banned from doing my job on threat of death thanks to that tattooed oni over there," the fisherman hissed. "All I know how to do is fish. Out here I could do that and survive. If barely. Now I can't. Not everyone has sacks of koban they can just fling at their problems and make them go away." [22:02](Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan blinks. "W-what'm I 'sposta do?" [22:03](Y'zhara Zekial) "I don't know.. stand up for those being wronged here?" [22:03](Jancis Milburga) "Less than dirt? He would be in the dirt. How is giving him clothes and being around him and giving direction and finding a means to repay us making him a slave? That rather I kill someone who would not mind murder?" [22:03](Jancis Milburga) "Your living with clothes I can see your skin through so thin they are. That hut you hid in rotting without even fish oil to strengthen its walls to keep the draft out. Cannot use us as a scapegoat to the folly's of the past. You saw Lady Virara's wounds. Sir Denz's wounds, Lady Zhara's wounds and body. My wounds and body. Lehsohmarrn's wounds. Who made you hate so much?!" Jancis called at Tairyo. [22:06](Chachanji Gegenji) "'n-n what would I do, Zhara? W-we already used some of our coin ta help pay fer th' toll so we could cross!" The Lalafell frowns. "I-I mean, I dun think it was nice to tell th' guy he can't fish 'ere no more but... I-I mean, it sounds like those guys would be mean ta 'im anyway... s-so mebbe it's a good thin'? I dunno!" [22:06](Jancis Milburga) "That you would think less of me for wanting to with this man instead of crush him in stone is sadly childish of you, Zhara." She looked hurt, "He is no tool, but he is lost and I will not leave him in good conscious on the destruction of life to continue and repeat the same thing." She lifted her bang and showed the knife-carved scar on her cheek, "I know what a slave is and this man is no slave." [22:07](Virara Wakuwa) Virara simply watches them hurl words with a bemused expression. This conversation was clearly beyond her. If an enemy presented themselves before her, she destroyed them. She does not have an answer to give for keeping a man in servitude. Though she nods knowingly at Jancis, at some unspoken, perhaps shared, experience. [22:08](Denz De'bayle) *Denz's eyes watch Jancis, the orbs holding... admiration? Oh yeah, he was totally enamoured with Jancis and her righteous tirade. Pride swelled within him, fueling his strokes through the water as they pressed onwards... Not particularly too far from where they started.* [22:08](Virara Wakuwa) "If it troubles you. Then to find another way for him can come after we make it there." [22:08](Chachanji Gegenji) > "What hate? It's simply survival," the Raen states flatly, still looking away from everyone. "I do what I have to so I can make it to the next morning. I didn't plan on having the Kojin rough you guys up. It just happened. You could've let them go. You decided to fight them and got hurt doing it." [22:09](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara sighed and looked over Tairyo, still incredibly angry. "Look... you get to decide what you want to do after this, but if you want, I could get you a job in Eorzea. My aunt lives in a port city and she has a lot of connections, I can help you out." [22:09](Virara Wakuwa) "I know the great enemy of an empty stomach." [22:11](Chachanji Gegenji) > "It's not like I have anything left here. My Koi has been all but stripped and I couldn't even use it for fishing now even if I wanted to." He shoots another glare at Denz. "Of course, we obviously will need the great Lord's permission first, I'm sure." [22:13](Jancis Milburga) "You say that as if that is not what Sir Denz and I are offering to provide, Zhara. You do not see it because that man has lost my trust. I have already taken him upon the ports to aid me in my work to pay that toll. That he did not do for free." She motioned to the clothes, "To the meals given, to words spoken, clearly upon deaf ears." [22:13](Y'zhara Zekial) "Yeah but after this venture he won't be your lord anymore, I believe that was the agreement. So please help us get to Yanxia, and then when we return to Eorzea I will get you a fishing job in Vesper Bay." [22:13](Jancis Milburga) Jancis looks disappointed at Zhara, "You will just ignore Denz and I then? Talk across us?" [22:13](Denz De'bayle) *Denz's face fell as he was addressed, shaking his head.* "I say again, urgh... 'Tis your decision. You, ngh... have a choice." *He tapped the long wrapped object he had taken aboard with his foot.* "You'll need, hnnngh!" *Sweat beaded on his forehead from rowing, fully armored.* "Need that, moving forward." [22:14](Virara Wakuwa) Virara narrows her eye at Denz. The expression seems almost pitying. "... Need help?" It doesn't look like she can even row capably with how tiny she is, but she's at least bigger than Chachanji by a wide margin. [22:15](Denz De'bayle) *Denz's boot stepped on the wrapped object, preventing it from being picked up by anyone.* [22:15](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara looked over at Jancis. "I'm sorry I wasn't trying to ignore you, and it seemed like you didn't have any plans for him after this trip." [22:15](Y'zhara Zekial) "It just felt like, you were going to toss him to the wayside after all this, leaving him to be a homeless beggar in Kugane. I don't want that." [22:16](Virara Wakuwa) Virara eyes the object in silence, then turns back to the waves, occupying herself as the others debate the miserable fisherman's fate. [22:16](Denz De'bayle) *Denz's eyes looked towards Virara, lightening as he smiled.* "Nay... I've carried Jancis across lands, and this, HURGH! This is much worse!" *He let out a breathy chuckle, continuing on with a stupid grin.* [22:16]Denz De'bayle grins tauntingly at Virara Wakuwa. [22:16](Chachanji Gegenji) > "It's not like I don't appreciate the clothes, lady," the Au Ra stated. "But it'll only keep the chill of the night air away while I wither away from the inside from hunger." He looked to the wrapped item. "And unless that's a giant gold bar or something so that I can live comfortably without my lost livelihood, I doubt I'd need it." [22:16]Denz De'bayle does the Red Ranger pose. [22:16](Virara Wakuwa) "I see." Virara muses quietly, deep in thought. [22:17](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara just crosses her arms and shuts down for the most part, too pissed to say anything else. [22:17](Jancis Milburga) "Thaliak only knows how you came to that conclusion; did not think much of me before this it seems." The pain doesn't leave her eyes, but she quiets down, she had kept Tairyo in her sight as she always had after that day. [22:18](Chachanji Gegenji) > "You pinned me to the ground with your magic and tried to stab out my EYE." [22:19](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara pointed toward the back of the ship. "Tairyo can you help Denz work the ship please? Be our guide and I will help you." [22:19](Denz De'bayle) *Denz looked down at the miqo'te, speaking between gruints.* "My lady... Mine house takes on new people every day... and the question of how they will live falls... falls on our shoulders. I would never toss aside... someone's place in this world." [22:20](Jancis Milburga) "Have you been hungry in the past sennight? I did. I could not trust you. Still cannot. You could have aided the kojin. Put my child in more danger, stolen him away again. Stabbed one of us in the back when I was not being flung around by red arms." [22:21](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara frowned up at Denz. "I don't want to talk about it any longer. I'm too upset." [22:23](Chachanji Gegenji) > "Wouldn't toss aside someone's place in the world, except where you did exactly that, great Lord," Tairyo seethed. "And what would I have done? My arm was already killing me from the fall through the trapdoor and they tossed me face-first down a set of stairs. Even if I could have 'helped,' what would I have done? I'm not a fighter like you people. Like I said, I'm a fisherman." [22:23](Jancis Milburga) “But the thought of being a lunatic did not greatly trouble him; the horror was that he might also be wrong. ” [22:24](Virara Wakuwa) "The weak do often cling to the strong. That man is as good as any." [22:24]Virara Wakuwa points at Denz De'bayle. [22:25](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara would lay down on her side and rest her head on Chachan's lap. She'd pet Chance as he slept on the floor of the ship. [22:25](Jancis Milburga) "You are a thief." Jancis corrected, "And associate to attempted murder. You are a very poor fisherman." [22:26](Y'zhara Zekial) "People do crazy and bad things when they're under a lot of pressure to survive." [22:27](Jancis Milburga) "But even with that I see something better in you and I have hope for you. And perilious as it may seem, as grueling the unknown is, you do not have to just survive." [22:27](Chachanji Gegenji) > "Yes. Let me just pledge myself to the man who had me ruin my ship for his wishes and then sell away my livelihood for passage across the Ruby Sea." He shook his head. "And your little rat there is a thief too. And he's getting treated like a king compared to me." [22:27](Denz De'bayle) *Denz tilts his head, skirting off both ignores and praises, giving Chachanji an apologetic look for the situation they were in, but continued wordlessly as his rowing drum was the continuing words of fierce judgement Jancis doled out.* [22:27](Virara Wakuwa) "Steal from the wrong person, and things can change." [22:28](Virara Wakuwa) Virara muses, perhaps from experience. [22:28](Chachanji Gegenji) Little Chachan scritched quietly at Zhara's ears in an attempt to help calm down at least one person on the boat. He meets Denz's gaze with a small worried pout, but this whole conversation was heated to the point that he didn't know where he could get a word in. Or if there was anything he could say to help the situation. [22:30](Jancis Milburga) "He aided you in such schemes to enter the bathes and force payment of goods. Under your care he suffered." Jancis still believed the boko his cohort. "Your conscience was stolen from you by someone. How hard is life in that city? Why would you wish to return and continue the same path under those colorful banners and only hide the shadows you have to deal with?" [22:30](Y'zhara Zekial) "Tairyo, I know you're angry, but you'll get your chance to live a good life in Thanalan." Zhara smiled weakly as she tried to lighten the mood. "And then maybe one day... you'll be able to afford a sweater, just like the one Chance is wearing." [22:32](Virara Wakuwa) "I do not think it would fit him." [22:32]Virara Wakuwa shrugs at Y'zhara Zekial. [22:32](Chachanji Gegenji) > "My sch--" He finally turned to look at Jancis. "My scheme to enter the baths? What demented spirits flit about in your head, woman? That little RAT ate the best part of my catch - fish that I had hidden from the Confederacy so I could make a couple extra koban so I could afford something FILLING for once." [22:32](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara nuzzled into Chachan's hand, letting out a chuckle at Virara. "I mean one his size of course." [22:32](Chachanji Gegenji) > "So I chase him to get the one good fish he HADN'T eaten yet and all I got out of it was the misfortune of meeting YOU people and fifty koban." [22:33](Jancis Milburga) "Not too upset to speak to him, Zhara. As you put it earlier, that he fucking dare steal a hatchling of a few moons, but he is good enough to not gain your ire where Denz is?" [22:34](Jancis Milburga) "Confuse me so where Denz is scolded for bartering and ensuring the safety of him as well as us upon this Sea." [22:34](Denz De'bayle) *Denz cleared his throat.* "Jancis, my lo-" *His words caught in his throat as she used some... uncommon language.* [22:35](Jancis Milburga) "We did not take your fish and still paid you for your trouble. There was no fish and when we pursued to gather Lehsohmarrn that is where I found Little Chance." [22:36](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara seemed to be cooling off. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you and Denz. And you are right, he had no right to steal Lehs. No one should steal anything or have to steal anything, it's wrong but it's good to walk in the shoes of everyone here. Some people will do anything they can to survive... you've seen the people in Pearl Lane for example... I know it seems like this man isn't anything close to that, but think about the political climate in Othard right now... it's a hard place to live, [22:37](Chachanji Gegenji) "Yes, because fifty koban is how much that fish had been worth." The Au Ra spat into the ocean. "And are you really trying to imply that this rat is somehow different from the one that ate my catch?" [22:37](Y'zhara Zekial) for anyone. And maybe I was wrong for thinking you would just toss him to the side without a job after we left Othard." [22:37](Y'zhara Zekial) "And for that, I'm sorry. I understand that you want to help him just as much as I do." [22:40](Jancis Milburga) "You just stated the fish was worth more. And no, I believe Little Chance always stuck close to you had you only seen it. Go on," She encouraged Tairyo, "Yell it out. Yell out all the lies you believe. All the pains caused to you." She finally sat down at that, while not looking directly at anyone, much of the pained look in her face had eased. [22:43](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara turned to lay on her back and look up at Chachan. She'd do a small push up to give him a little kiss and a smile. "... What do you think about all this? I mean, going back to your childhood home?" [22:44](Chachanji Gegenji) > That got the Raen to look at Zhara. "Oh yes, they sure do want to help me. Destroying my livelihood and telling me all the hardship I've suffered is a lie. Such helpful people." He harrumphed and, getting up, all but shoulderchecked Denz out of the way from the rudder. Or tried to, anyway. He wasn't going to move a soldier like Denz unless the Ishgardian wanted to move. "Let's just get you all out of my life so I can go starve in peace." [22:46](Chachanji Gegenji) Chachan jumped a little at the question, apparently surprised he was being addressed again given the heated conversation. "W-well... I-I mean... I wish it'd happened under... happier circumstances..." He glanced glumly to the Raen and then to Denz and Jancis. [22:47](Virara Wakuwa) Virara stares absently off across the water, in that curious direction she always did, like she knew something was beyond the horizon and was looking towards it. [22:47](Denz De'bayle) *Denz was already showing signs of struggling at the oar, easily removing his hands from the stick and moving past the group to sit beside Jancis.* "Circumstances... can always be worsened, my friend. At the least, we are not sailing into... phew, a war, anymore." [22:48](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara squeezed Chachan's hand. "I know... I wish we had better circumstances too." she'd look over at Denz. "I know... I'm glad that encounter with the Garleans is long over." [22:48](Jancis Milburga) Jancis' gaze moved to meet Chachanji's, "It will get better. Destroyer willing this will herald better suns for us all." Though most of her words were for Tairyo. [22:49](Chachanji Gegenji) > "That sounds suspiciously like you're trying to make my life even worse. Which, to be fair, seems pretty par for the course so far. So just... don't. Don't," the fisherman urged. "And don't call me 'friend.' I've not had many, but I certainly know you do not count among their number." [22:51](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara looked over at Tairyo. "Like I said, I know you're angry, but it's going to be fine. The types of fishing jobs in Eorzea are... pretty decent. You may have to start out working with a crew, but eventually once you get your own ship you'll be able to work independantly again if you wanted to. I personally like working with people though." [22:51](Denz De'bayle) *Denz narrowed his eyes.* "I was talking to Chachanji, Fisher. You are no friend of mine." *His metal gauntlet clenched at the unattentive man's assumption, sucking in a breath.* "Let us leave our 'guide' in peaceful quiet. Doma still awaits us." [22:52](Jancis Milburga) Jancis reached her hand up to Denz's face, touching at his cheeks before her own face finally eased. It wasn't a smile, but it was a start. [22:54](Virara Wakuwa) Virara lets loose a quiet sigh. Was she relieved? [22:55](Chachanji Gegenji) > "So you're going to fund my trip across the planet to start a new life?" the Au Ra seemed skeptical, looking back to Denz. "Oh. Good. For a second I thought you might have actually had some degree of regret for what you did to me. Good to know." He seemed content enough to agree to lapsing into silence, however, and the trip to the Othardian coastline continued in awkward, awkward silence. [22:57](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara rubbed her chin... that was a good question. "I was thinking of some sort of aether travel, but you may need to be attuned to the aetherytes over there, so I'll look into getting you a place on a boat, yes." [22:58](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara then closed her eyes and rested until they reached land. [23:03](Y'zhara Zekial) Zhara was still napping, using Chachan's lap as a pillow when they finally docked the boat.

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