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cyberp-1-nk · 1 year

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[ The Gigglers (Part Two) - Simp Party ]

Warnings; Gore, cannibalistic urges, and violence.

Tags; @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N; The Slenderman proxies are next

Word count; 1,659

"—Augh, I don't understand why we have to be out here right now!" Amber annoyingly whined as she shivered against the cold winds, "It's so cold right now, I'm freezing my ass off—!"

The sky began to darken with erratic clouds as a violent wind tore through the cliff side. Trees wildly glided with the aid of the unpredictable winds, barely being able to stand tall in such a terrible storm. A light blanket of snow plagued the cliff and grass in the forest, making the environment shudder under its tyranny. This winter storm came out of nowhere— what was even weirder, the sky was turning into a slight shade of pink.

"Then don't wear fuckin' shorts in the winter, dumbass." Keiran's eyes narrowed, he definitely couldn't deal with her ass while he was sober. He licked his lips, and raised the bottle of vodka that had been in his grasp, effortlessly popping it open and pressed it to his lips, downing a ridiculous amount in a matter of seconds.

"I doubt we'll be out here for very long, Amber. We just only got notified of a single threat— but I doubt it's anything important, probably just some drunken hobo again." Ace kept a watchful eye along the forest, anything could happen in Zalgo's woods. He pulled the crossbow against his shoulder and carefully walked among the trees, until he had eventually stopped at a large, clear field, his eyes darting back and forth.

"I think we're in the clear, it doesn't seem like anything is here," Royce tiredly mumbled. He found himself staring up at the snowy sky once a vicious wind tore at his vermillion hair and clothing. He narrowed his eyes once he noticed the heavy snow had suddenly just stopped falling— and how the sky's hue seemed to become even more pink. He tried his best to ignore it, he just wanted to go back to bed. He yawned, "Let’s hurry up and go back to the castle, I wanna sleep.."

Suddenly, everything became silent. The winds had stopped violently blowing against the trees, the crickets had all gone mute, and the only thing that could be heard was an audible snap.

The entire group had instantly turned at the noise, they braced their hand held weapons tightly in their fingers and moved into a swift formation, sticking to eachother like glue. This entire atmosphere had gotten terrifying, as a random music box had started to play in the distance. But no matter where they looked, they couldn't pinpoint the location. Creepy giggles echoed everywhere, and it had made the situation so much worse.

Keiran looked back and forth for any type of demonic movement that might threaten security, itching to pull the trigger of his gun when he needed to. In the blink of an eye, three unhinged figures appeared amongst the empty field.

"What the fuck do you want?! Just leave already, you fucking freaks!" Amber frantically cried, tightly grasping her knife as her body shook in fear. Apprehension nipped at her toes, the voices in her head desperately screaming for her to ditch them, turn back and run, doubt piled on top of her head like stones stacking on top of eachother, she shivered. She had dealt with many demons before without breaking a sweat, but these figures were different and she couldn't explain why.

No response. The laughter grew even louder, as noticeable pink fluids had spilled itself out of their mouths, and within a blink of an eye, one of them vanished.

"P e e k a b o o~"

Amber does her best to let out a scream for help. She couldn't seem to get the smallest peep out. Her body is stiff with terror. The woman who had suddenly appeared behind her was too fast, and swung her axe against Amber's legs, embedding the blade deep within her thigh. The woman twitched constantly, her neck unusually craned to the side as she continued to swing her axe before Amber had a chance to do anything. It was clear she had been way too quick for Amber.

Keiran reacted swiftly, shooting at the woman who had been swinging her axe, but every bullet that pierced through her nearly had no effect. His skin crawled as he heard the dragging footsteps of another killer behind him and turned, seeing a blindfolded man only feet from them.

"You look so —hAAAAh SCARED." The chainsaw started to violently whirring and clawed at him as it closed in, waddling faster as he stepped closer to him. Sliding his hand into the holster on his leg, he drew his python, with the foolish hope that it would even help him and swiftly abandoned Amber— he hadn't particularly cared for her anyways, and Zalgo brought her back to life no matter what.

"Bullets don't affect these fuckers—!" Royce barked at his fellow survivors over the howling wind. Attempting to dodge the blonde-haired man from slashing him with a scythe, and firing shots at his forehead— but even then, it didn't affect the man at all. He continued to laugh and whip his scythe accurately, even managing to cut through some of Royce's clothing and edging a deep wound into his stomach.

"These fuckers are too fast damn it!" Keiran voice wavered as he directed his words

towards his fellow proxies. Ace looked over his shoulder at him as these psychopaths continued to injure them, the four of them couldn't take much more of this.

"Don't break rank! We've got to do this!" Ace

whirled his head around just in time to see the woman lunge at him and slammed his machete into her head before she could get any more hits on Amber. With a sharp hiss, he kicked it to the ground with his boot and once he shed first blood, carnage began to ensue. He threw her over his shoulder, while she had been bleeding out profusely.

"I hA—-TE, hate, hate, HATE, proxies." The woman giggled, and pounced on Ace unexpectedly, despite having a machete lodged in her head, it hadn't affected her at all. She lunged at him, and dug her sharpened teeth into his jugular and ripped out a chunk of his flesh, while blood spewed everywhere. His magenta eyes started to lose their glow— signaling how weak he had been getting.

Royce watched in horror as the blonde-haired man managed to pin him down, and laugh profusely in his face. So much so, that the pink acidic liquid sprayed all over his face— causing one side to burn profusely as he cried out in pain and tried to kick the pyscho off of him.

It seems the four were about to die, this would be the end.

A high frequency whistle sounded throughout the entire forest, causing all the psychopaths to suddenly stop as their seemingly permanent smile had immediately dropped and they all stopped to cover their ears at the sound. Suddenly, the trio stops and directs their eyes towards the figure that has entered the forest. The Zalgo proxies also look up to see who would be so daring to even make such an incredibly loud noise to taunt these monsters on purpose.

In the middle of the field, was a stunning woman. Her singular crimson eye radiated through the layer of fog that had been covering the environment. Her cold, dead eye served as nothing but the reflection of a cold-hearted murderer, because even the psychotic trio seemed afraid of her. Her very presence managed to wipe the insane smile right off from their faces— as they all scrambled to their feet in an orderly fashion, with some involuntary giggles escaping their throats.

"My lady has ordered you to injure the next round of proxies. I will take it from here." As a soft, howling, breeze arises throughout the forest, her hair glides alongside it, slightly obstructing her vision as she speaks softly.

"Awwww but we're not done playing yet~ wE— barely got —hAAAAA started!" Zack complained as his neck violently twitched to the side, involuntarily laughing as a tiny trail of pink-fluid cascaded from his mouth. His laugh had been getting more scratchy by the minute— like an extremely unpleasant sore throat.

"You will have plenty of time to do so later," The way her siren-like voice shared its presence to their ears should put all the nightingales to shame, it was so much more calming. It had been hard to believe she was associated with unpleasant sounding psychos.

"Leave them be, they seem to be on the brink of death. I am required by my lady to tend to them so they are prepared for the fight." She was beautiful, but she was so void of emotion that it seemed almost...creepy. She was like one of those porcelain dolls from horror movies, she had looked elegant, but she seemed mostly lifeless, and barely even spoke.

Nine kneeled to Ace's level, delicately tracing her fingertips along the injured part of his shoulder, coating her fingers in slight blood. A slight pinkish blush dusted onto Ace's cheeks because of how close she had been, and how uncaring she was about it— it was funny in a sense. She stood up, and made her way to Amber to check the severity of her injury before she had to tend to them from Akuma's orders.

"Are you really blushing at some random girl you see…" Keiran's face twisted itself in its signature devilishly mischievous smirk— smiling at Ace just to taunt him for his foolish behavior. Keiran rarely smiled— but he loved to display it in its full cocky glory when it was to taunt somebody like Ace.

Royce watched in disbelief as the duo was quite literally ignoring the fact they just got their ass handed to them by a bunch of random psychopaths, and the mention of how there is going to be a literal fight.

#simp party #simp party my beloved #im scared

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slutswarm · 2 years

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ok more slutty rambling

i’m hungry but i also just swallowed a fuckton of their cum a bit ago and i can still taste it and practically feel it and i’m obsessed and i don’t wanna wash it away :((( tonight was so fucking hot i can’t believe we went from being a virgin to getting fucked four nights in a row can you believe this shit. like we were playing video games together and kept losing to him so he “punished” us by sucking on our tits as if that’s a punishment lmfao and after a bit he just fucking tugged our pants and panties down but not all the way off and pushed our legs up and said to stay there while he went to get a condom n then just started fucking us like he literally fucking could not resist it was so hot. and we ended up using our plug on us too and we could tell it felt really good for him to fuck us like that. and she kept telling us to be quiet n covering our mouth and pinning our arms down including when we tried to touch her to make her feel good like she just wanted to fuck us like a toyyyyyyyyyy AUGH. and after a bit they just started jacking off over us hmbdndvmdvdndb. and THEN they fucking pulled us by the hair to lay back over the bed and we got throat fucked upside down and. we blurted out that we have a crying kink bc we were tearing up from how hard she was fucking our throat. and he started like. grabbing our hair and bossing us around getting so rough. told us to do what he said and we said “i’m trying” and he fucking slapped us and said to “try harder” 🥺 so they guided us by the hair but we started moving our head without realizing it and they pulled us back away and said to just let them control us so we tried again but accidentally did the same thing and they pulled us away again and slapped us and said to give them the control and “it won’t work” if we wouldn’t cooperate and to “just stop fighting” and after that we had no more trouble <3 and they told us how good we were being now <3 they jacked off over our face more and then said to just lay still while they grabbed the collar and leash and put it on us n told us to kneel on the floor and they fucked our face like that pulling us by the leash and the hair and then they pulled out and just jerked off in front of our face until they came into our mouth and we caught it ALL and swallowed it and got praised so so so much bc she was so surprised and impressed. and he cums so much, like the amount, it felt and tasted so good. he was just like “oh my god did you swallow it all??? good job baby, you swallowed it all without spilling a drop, good job baby you did so good” then they asked if we came and we said we weren’t sure bc we have trouble telling sometimes so they told us to lay on the floor and they fingered us until we came and then KEPT GOING bc they didn’t know we came and we were so overstimulated in a good way all while she was just praising us and going “shh you’re okay” it was so comfy 😭💕 so we finished up and she took the collar off and then we cuddled up on her while she read for a bit and also she told us it was the fastest she ever came even getting off by herself so we were really proud of that :) so then after aftercare they drove us home and when they got home they texted us that they were exhausted and we’re really tired too but we had to gush about it i swear we just come on here and relay everything that happens so we can’t forget it

also earlier we did a quick grocery run together and at the beginning they asked if we needed a cart and we were like noooo we don’t need one n we went back and forth “i’ll just get a cart” “no i can carry it” “i’ll get a cart” “noooo” until they stopped walking and looked at us and pulled out the dom voice and went “stay here and i’ll get us a cart” and we just went “ok” and listened bc it was really hot 😭😭😭😭 girl that is our fucking Place Of Employment our coworkers are gonna realize we’re a fucking bottom bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and then when we were loading stuff into his truck we went back and forth again “i’ll get the heavy items” “no i can get them it’s ok” until he pulled out the dom voice again and we listened and. it was REALLY FUCKING HOT. like yeah treat us like we’re fragile boss us around a little when you know we like it ohhhhhh my fucking. christ. so i’m pretty sure they know now that they can just do that and we’ll obey. awesome

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stardustincarnate · 3 years

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EARLY TRYST // Light Yagami x Reader

word count : 4534 genre : fluff <333 ! crack-ish, pre-kira!light, all that mushy mushy stuff, best friends to lovers because who doesn’t love that trope?

a/n : i’m not sure if i’ve posted this here before but i’m fairly certain that i haven’t oh godric you’ll have to forgive me if i had --

Who wakes up 5:00 early on a Saturday morning just to bug their neighbor to have a match with them?

Technically, you did. You were bored, and the first thing that came to your mind was playing your favorite sport with one of your bestfriends, who's also your neighbor, Light. Surely he wouldn't mind, would he? But it mattered not since he also did the same to you back then, insisting you two bike together just because he wanted a companion and knew you wouldn't refuse. You were hella pissed even so, and now it's your turn to get revenge.

You brought a ladder, placing it just enough to reach the window to his bedroom on the second floor. You eventually climbed up, practically pressing your face against the window to get a clearer sight of him sleeping peacefully on his bed, his angelic face barely visible as it was partially covered with his blanket.

'Say goodbye to your sweet dreams, lover boy.'

You thought and knocked on the window loud enough for him to hear. Your first tries were futile so you knocked a little louder and more violent. To his dismay, Light woke up with a teeny-bit of panic in his chest. Creasing his eyebrow and squinting his eyes, he looked at the window, seeing a familiar figure. You snickered as he awakened, languidly making his way to the window, an irritated look on his face when he met your eyes.

He opened the window. "[Y/N], what the hell are you doing here? What time is it?"

"About time for you to play with me."

"Huh? Play with you? You're acting strangely childish. I was still sleeping." He clicked his tongue. You chuckled and shook your head. "Aw, sleeping beauty is upset because his dream was left unfinished. Don't worry, his dashing savior is here to make him feel better."

"You mean worse."

"Bad!" You playfully punched his shoulder. "Says the one who still has sleep in his eyes."

"Of course I have. You just woke me up." He scowled, turning his back at you and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his face a little flushed.

"Heh, don't be shy!" You teased, wobbling a little in your position.

"I'm not shy! Tch, seriously though, you're in a ladder? You only made it harder for yourself when you could've just knocked on the main door. Mom and dad are already awake. They'd let you in."

"Eh? But I was shy- you know- err, how am I supposed to say 'Can I go to Light's room or something?'" You blushed a little. He hummed in response and gave an understanding look. "Come on in."

"I can't fit in here- just meet me outside. I'll wait for ya."

"You got yourself in this so don't turn back now. You can fit but in another position." Before you could reply, he suddenly grabbed your arms and indicated you to push your head inside. You did, whimpering as he pulled you in by grabbing you by the armpits, your faces almost bumping in the process. You gave a squeal as you felt your feet of the ladder, causing you to grip him tighter, almost hugging him-or maybe even inhaling him.

For a better description you basically looked like a flying fish from outside who's getting devoured by a portal.

With all his might, Light pulled you in until your whole body finally got inside. Of course, as he was secretly anticipating to, you both fell on the ground, with you on top of him, your head against his chest.

You immediately stood up and accidentally stepped on his ankle, resulting a loud whimper from him.

"Oof."

"That hurt, you know."

"Sorry. But-" You both heard a loud crash from outside. You were certain that the ladder you used had fallen, and it was so loud you swore some of your neighbors woke up. "...As I was saying... That was a dangerous way to get me inside. I could've fallen."

"Too bad you didn't."

"How rude!" You scoffed. You jauntily walked towards his bed, flopping down as if it's your own. It felt so soft, and it kinda smelled like him too.

You closed your eyes and spread your arms. His expression softened that he couldn't hide a smile which you thankfully didn't see. He cleared his throat and picked up a pillow, throwing it at your face.

"Hey, I'll go get some coffee. Want some?"

"I've already drank one, but sure!"

"No wonder you're already so hyper. Now get out of my bed."

"Fine." You scoffed and got up, walking behind him on the way downstairs, making yourself smaller so they wouldn't notice.

"Light! You're up early." Sachiko greeted.

"Yeah, and it's her fault." He slid right to reveal your cowering figure. You shyly greeted his mother, flushing pink. "Oh hello [Y/N]! I didn't see you come in. Were you in Light's room the whole night? You two had a sleep-over..?"

"No mom. Why would we do that? She just has her own ways of disturbing my sleep. Is dad still here?"

"He's on the living room and just about to leave. I'll make you two breakfast."

"That's not necessary. We just need some coffee, after that we'll.. What are we gonna do again?"

"Play badminton outside."

"It's still a bit dark, don't you think?"

"It's alright. The sun is about to rise. It'll rise quickly." Light replied to his mom, taking two cups and then pouring hot water on them. "Mild coffee [Y/N]?"

"Nope. Black coffee will do."

"Didn't you already-"

"It was creamy white. It was bland for my liking. I need something stronger." You cheekily replied. He sighed and started mixing your coffee and then his own. "If I recall, yesterday I saw you walking home while drinking that black iced coffee from the convenience store. Too much caffeine is unhealthy."

"Yes, Sir Light, noted." You grinned, blowing your drink before taking a sip. "Hey, not funny. I'm genuinely concerned."

"Concern appreciated."

You both entered the living room, greeting his father who eventually got up, off to work. You sat beside Light as you both watched Sachiko kiss Soichiro goodbye. You smiled and mumbled an 'aw,' nudging Light and causing him to slightly spill the coffee he was about to drink.

"What?" He looked at you then to his parents.

"Nothing."

"Ah, I get it. You wanna do that with someone someday, don't you?"

"That's not-"

"It's okay. We all daydream like that, even me. So don't be shy."

"I'm not shy!"

"There goes my line."

"Hmp. So who's the lucky girl, or boy, you daydream about?"

"Why are you suddenly interested? Well what about you?"

"You didn't answer my question."

"Because that doesn't matter-"

"Unfair. You're so secretive."

"Fair enough since you're just as secretive as I am. You don't even tell me the guys you like, and I'm your bestfriend."

"Because that doesn't matter-"

"Why do you keep on stealing my lines?"

"Oi that's not the point! I mean come on, an honor student like you rarely talks about romance so when you do, of course I must know. I am your best friend after all."

Light cringed, chuckling. "There's nothing special about that."

"Pfft. Honor students like you are so busy with studying that you rarely have time for romance."

"What? No. Look at you, you're an honor student yourself."

"Yeah but I mean the pros, like you. The valedictorians, first honors."

"Just because I don't that about romance doesn't mean I don't think about it. But like you said, I rarely think about it."

"Ooh! So who is the lucky one?"

"Why do you want to know?"

You puffed your cheeks. Honestly you had no idea too. Let's just say you were... curious.

"I need to gather information. I need some information to sip. Either way I'll figure it out when I start my investigation."

"No."

"Augh- I'll disown you, Light Yagami."

He put his cup down, looking at you.

"It's not really possible to disown the person you like, you know."

The coffee that you were drinking almost came out of your nostrils.

"Don't have so much hubris on yourself. I can do a ten-paged essay about why you are so dislikeable."

"But you can do an essay about why you like me ten times longer than that."

"I am so going to hit your ugly being!"

His smile only grew wider, fascination twinkling in his eyes.

"Hit me with your sweet love, maybe I won't mind."

Not blushing wasn't really an option. He burst out of laughter as you'd been left speechless. You continuously punched his arm, but he never stopped laughing. And his laughter was indeed infectious.

As you two were having fun, you suddenly felt eyes on your back. You stopped and turned around, seeing Light's mother slyly smiling at the both of you as she slithered away towards the kitchen. You and Light avoided each other's gaze for a moment and blushed, finishing your coffees wordlessly instead.

"Well, I'll go change now. You wait here."

"Let me come with you-"

Light raised an eyebrow. "What a pervert you are, [Y/N]."

"NO! That is not what I meant!"

"Well what did you mean?"

"I mean, let me wait outside your room instead," You leaned in, whispering. "What if your mom comes here and talks to me? I mean.. I'm super shy around her."

He nodded in agreement but then he added, "There's no need to be shy around your future mother though."

'This smooth-talking bastard!' You sighed and rubbed your nape, 50% about to roll your eyes and 50% about to blush again. You knew what he meant by that. He had always been a tease to you. But you decided to play against his will.

"Wow. I didn't know that the Yagami family will adopt me someday."

"Tch, dummy."

"Did you just call me dummy?"

"What? Of course not! You really need to clean your ears. I said dumplings. Your cheeks remind me of them. And now I'm hungry."

"You are awful!" For the nth time in history, you hit his arm. "I'm really gonna disown you in one of these days. Now get your ass moving already so we can conquer the street first."

"Well you were the one constantly blabbering and delaying things here-"

"Beca-"

"Shut up."

"Pft. Fine." He pulled you up, holding your wrist even on the way back to his bedroom.

After about five minutes of changing to a plain white t-shirt and jogging pants, matching yours by the way, you two headed out the neighborhood. You picked up the rackets and shuttlecock you had left on the ground, handing him one.

"We don't really have a net-"

"Oh come on! This is just a friendly match, so there's no need for that."

"What about the scores? We can play somehow else if you'd like."

"That's not necessary. I'm making the rules, and the only rule here is that the opponent gets the score if you fail to prevent the birdie from hitting the ground."

"That's not how you play badminton.."

"I am well aware of that. I used to be a part of the school's badminton team, hello? But I make my own rules here." You grinned slyly. He shook his head. "There's no fun in this. You just woke me up to make me do some pointless things with you."

You were actually a little offended by that. You puffed your cheeks and crossed your arms.

"Is it bad that I just wanna have some quality-time with my friend? And to get my revenge, too."

What you said made his heart leap a little, and he was having a hard time resisting the urge to smile. But in the end, he only snarled against his own will. "Let's get this done quick. I'll make sure to destroy you."

"Oh, you wish."

And the game started. The eerie silence vanished, replaced by your grunts, pants, and intense movements. The sky was eventually transitioning from a dim purple to a pale yellow one as you two played, eyes focused on nothing but the shuttle, sweat dripping down your bodies. Light was just as determined as you were to beat his ass. The scores were being mentally recorded by you two-no cheating of course. It was a pretty fair game. One moment you'd be on the lead, but he'd take it, and you'd take it back, and the cycle continued. He was the worthiest opponent for you in this, and he thought the same about you.

The deal was a maximum of 50 scores. Currently, Light was leading and almost close to winning. Certainly you didn't want to get beaten so you struck the shuttle at a perfect angle with just enough force. It flew fast; you were sure he'd miss it. But his reflex was quick, and he struck it with a force much stronger than yours-but his flawed angle sent the shuttle flying higher than he intended it to, and it unfortunately landed on one of your neighbor's roof.

That neighbor just so happened to be the one you two-no, the whole neighborhood-absolutely detested.

Light rubbed his nape and laughed nervously, seeing your grimace. "I'll give the score to you then. So, you have an extra shuttle?"

"Unfortunately that's my last one." You facepalmed. You used to have lots of shuttlecocks but you just kept on losing them since everytime you play with someone, they'd either get destroyed in the process or fly too high and land on unaccessible places, just like what happened.

He frowned. "Seriously? What about inside your house? I'm sure there are a bunch of them tangled in your mess."

"I told you that was my last one. I haven't been able to buy more of them so yeah. But thanks to this nerdy friend of mine, I'm now left with none."

You were only being sarcastic, but it sounded way too derisive for him that he felt somehow guilty.

"Now what do we do.." You pouted to yourself. He averted his gaze which then met the ladder from earlier, a brilliant idea crossing his mind. But the last thing he wanted to do was to get involved, in any way, with that awful neighbor. A grim expression crossed his face and you saw it as you walked closer to him.

"Hey, I'm not actually mad at you, dummy."

"No- I mean, that's a relief. But I think I can retrieve it with the ladder. They might notice me though."

You snorted, but at least there was still a way to save that shuttle. You then looked at the sky. The sun was now rawly smiling at you. Surely those rogues weren't awake yet.

"You know what? I'll do it myself."

"Don't. You might fall. I'll go do it. It's a gentleman's job after all." He grinned. "Do you think they're awake?"

"I don't think so. The curtains are closed anyway."

"Alright. In case I fall, you stay below."

"Okay, Princess Light. I'll catch you using these strong manly arms of mine. Muah!"

"Ew."

Thankfully they didn't have a second floor so the ladder's height was alright- although still short. Once Light had climbed up, you stayed below, holding the ladder just to stay sure.

"Damn. How did it get that far?" He struggled to reach it with his racket, even with his arms and body stretched already. After a few valiant attempts, he sighed and steadied himself a little. He had an idea of climbing the roof but the risk of falling down in the process was high. And he certainly didn't want to squash you either.

"Well this is hopeless."

"Don't give up now, my princess!" You continuously poked his butt with the handle of your racket, causing him to give you a death glare, wobbling a little in his position.

"Are you asking to get squashed? Stop that or I'll fall on you."

"That was just to power you up, silly! Don't you dare fall on me."

"How about falling for you?"

"Bitch."

"Now now, don't say bad words!"

He chuckled and was about to continue his mission when suddenly, the curtains flew open, revealing a grotesque face of a woman staring at Light's crotch-because that's where the window was apparently placed.

Let's just say that you two never want to recall that twenty-minute rebuking that you swore went on even as you two had already left the neighborhood, heading elsewhere.

"That went well." Light heaved a sigh, poking your racket with his as you two walked side by side. You nodded.

"Mission failed. Geez, that woman just wouldn't stop talking and bombarding us with malarkey. I'm starting to hate her."

"To be honest who doesn't? The whole neighborhood hates her as far as I know."

"Pfft, right. So what do we do now?"

He poked your cheeks, and poked, and poked, before pinching them so hard.

"Stop your fetish for my cheeks! This is abuse!"

He laughed, a genuine kind. He didn't reply but put an arm over your shoulder. You puffed your cheeks and played along.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm a bit hungry. So let's head to the convenience store."

"Unsurprising but I didn't bring any money with me."

"Not a single cent?"

"Noooope."

"I guess it's fine since I'll be the one treating you. You should be thankful." You only smiled.

On the way to the store you noticed a group of older and drunk men resting on the side of the street. Their eyes pierced uncomfortably through you. You lowered your head, still feeling their laviscious stares nonetheless. Light also noticed this, and so he pressed himself to you. You hadn't even passed them and when you did, the inevitable came. They cackled, whistling and calling you by names as they rapped the table for attention.

You ignored them and thankfully, they didn't bother you more. "Those bastards." You heard your companion clicking his tongue in annoyance, looking back at the drunk men. He saw where their gazes were and it strongly disgusted him. There was an unnerving silence as you two arrived at the store.

You both had hotdogs with buns and ice cream which was your specific request and which Light reluctantly complied to. The two of you were sitting side by side, looking through the glass wall and discussing mostly about school projects and then some gossips which all came from you. After running out of food to munch on, Light went back to buy a huge bag of chips you two would be sharing.

The sky was now a saturated mixture of orange and yellows. People strolling outside were quickly multiplying until eventually the sidewalk got packed. Few vehicles came passing by. The day was starting for a lot.

"Those guys often do that to you?"

Snapping back to reality, you cooed, "Pardon me?"

"The drunk men we just came across with, was it the first time they've called you out like that?"

"Nope. They're always out drinking.." You saw him creasing his brows. "I know what you're thinking. Well they can't be help so don't think too much about it."

"Can't be help or not, that's still wrong. Did you see the way they looked at your curves? Those men reek danger for a young woman like you. Who knows what their next moves are?" Clenching his fist, he growled. He was truly worried for you. He knew how the world is full of suspicious people like them, and who knows that they're capable of doing?

"Now now worry-wart, don't be so angry."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? You should really start walking home with me early. Does it kill you to immediately go home after school even when you have no business there anymore?"

He got you there. "But I don't want to instantly go home."

"Keep thinking like that and you might never be able to go home again."

You pursed your lips at how scary he made that sound. "Listen, [Y/N]. In this world, there are only a few people you can actually trust. And those guys? They're not looking worthy of someone's trust, even one bit. They're also not the only possible threats to you. Anyone you don't know, or even who you're acquainted with, could be. Even if they look so charming. I'm saying this as a warning, and as your friend. The way they looked at you really triggered me. I can't let you continue your routine anymore. Sure, I know you're going to argue that there's lots of bystanders in case something happens, but that's not always the case. And we're not even sure if they'll help you or proceed to give a blind eye to it."

There came a long pause as you absorbed his words. Hearing them made you feel grateful for having a friend like him-someone who speaks up because he cares about you and your safety. You merely nodded with your mouth agape.

"..I-I'll do as you say then. Thank you Light, really. I appreciate your concern. You give the best advices.. I-you're one of the best people out there."

"Sorry to suddenly explode like that." He smiled, and your heart softened. You asked, "And so, by saying that.. You trust me?"

"Needless to ask dummy. I wouldn't have said that if I didn't."

"Thank you. You know I trust you too. You're one of the people who's worth my trust." You flushed pink as you scratched your nape. This kind of conversation will always make you shy.

"You don't have to say thank you to me for trusting you. And what you said.. You're worth trusting, too."

You didn't argue. The following minutes were silent as you two stared at the void while eating potato chips. You didn't have any new topics in mind, and he seemed to be lost in his thoughts-or his daydreams. You didn't want to interrupt whatever was going on in that complex mind of his.

You absently stood up, craving for another black coffee, but you halted and went back when you remembered you didn't have your own money.

"Oh? You want something?"

"I want coffee. Well- if you don't mind. Ehehehe."

"That I am not going to buy for you. That's going to be your third coffee and the day's only starting."

"Hmph. Forgot I have a mom for a friend. But anyway, you good? You seemed to be thinking about something rather serious earlier."

"Yeah, I'm fine." He smiled. Although he was really deep in thought of something-but what was it?

As he'd already said, he trusted you. He had been friends with you since middle school. He developed the ability to read through your mind. With you both growing closer day by day, he had already memorized your hobbies, your predictably unpredictable schedules, your common moods, your personality, and your flaws as a human being. Heck, he could even write an entire biography book about you with all the facts 99% accurate if he wanted to.

To him, you were fascinating, despite the fact that you weren't his ‘ideal’ girl. But as they say, some ideals are bound to get broken when something unexpected and much more interesting comes along the way. Sure, you couldn't read his mind as good as he read yours. You couldn't decipher and foresee what his next moves would be very well, wasn't in the exact same level as he was, but he grew attached to you. He trusted you, which was a rare thing for him to do-and consider the fact that trust is a hard thing to earn. You were an honest person, mildly annoying at some point to him. You're one that's willing to help others too. Rarely gets the initiative, but when you do, you execute amazing plans and actions.

The world is ugly, indeed, but he considered you to be one of those who made it less that way. You were one of the beautiful people in this ugly, mundane world. And that, he admired you for.

He couldn't see you as just a friend anymore. He could basically see through you, like you were his other half-like you were meant to be. You were someone he could connect with, someone he trusts, someone he could love. The label 'bestfriends' bothered him because he felt like it didn't suit you both, because something else did.

A couple.

And going back, what he was thinking about was the act of courting you and becoming your boyfriend. But doubts flooded his mind, such as you two being too young for romance, the possibility of your parents being against it since he knew you once swore that you wouldn't get a boyfriend until the age of 25 (which was actually a half-joke), and him not knowing what to properly do afterwards. Was he ready for this? Having you as his girlfriend wouldn't really change or affect anything such as his studies. It would still be the same.. just with an upgraded relationship and label with you. Besides, he had been wanting to court you for some time already. And if he doesn't do it then he'd only grow more and more restless.

He wanted to be yours. He was sure you also reciprocated his feelings. Getting into a teenage relationship is easy and quick and maybe reckless, they say, but not for someone with a complex and rational thinking like him. There were some things to consider- but you know what Light said?

'God damn it.'

"Love."

"Huh?" You weren't expecting that response at all.

"I mean I was thinking about romance."

"Ooh! Finally, you decided to add some teenage thrill in your life. So, what about romance?" You gave a sly look. "Need help? I can be cupid, except I will be hitting you with my fist."

His smile was little but genuine, looking out. "There's someone I like for some time now. I've been wanting to court her."

"Awe! My boy has finally grown! My son is finally having a love interest! Eh, but why do you look so uncertain? Is there a catch?"

"Not really." He looked at you, his cheek resting on his palm. You raised an eyebrow.

"If that's the case then go for it! Who would dare to refuse the Light Yagami anyway? If you're feeling doubtful, which is highly unlikely for you, don't be. Any girl would swoon over you, even myself." You chuckled. He gave a fake impression of still being doubtful, looking down with his hands now on his thighs. It was a rare sight to see. You placed a hand on his shoulder, tapping it. Just then, he looked at you straight in the eye.

"It's not like you to lose some confidence. Come on, don't be sad. You can do it. Go ahead and court the lucky one. Cupid approves." You gave him a thumbs up.

"..If you say so," he seized your wrist and stood up.

"Can I court you then?"

#death note #death note x reader #death note x you #light x reader #light yagami x reader #death note fluff #light yagami #light yagami fluff #death note imagines #yagami light #best friends to lovers trope supremacy #light x you #death note x y/n #i'm sorry i haven't played an actual badminton match in ages so you might cringe huhufdfds #character x you #kiss kiss fall iN LOVEEEE #bye #i poured my heartand soul into writngin thsi sjfhjd

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sunnysviolin · 3 years

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aaaa im in love w/ how u write hero and mari <333 do u have any new headcannons?

Augh! These kids.....these kids...I’m emo because I’ve been looking at the art that I commissioned from @enigmaticallyartful and it’s hurting my heart and getting me in my Hero feels. I’m gonna write some stuff on Heromari and then try to get back to the bigger chapter stuff I’m working on (Not Omori sorry y’all...I’ve been neglecting my BNHA fic and I got a super nice comment on it today, so I’m gonna try to put something out for that!!) Also this is such a side note, but I have to literally go back and read my stuff now because I don’t know what I’ve talked about on here before...lmaoooo this is it

Completely inspired this by @luvbunnz art...but let’s talk homecoming headcanons. I know your art was prom fits Ro, but let’s consider :O

So I’m going off of the really sad idea that Mari died in her sophomore year, so she would never be able to go to prom. She was able to go to Homecoming though, and she went both in her Freshman and Sophomore years with Hero.

Homecoming is a little more lowkey compared to Prom, so she and Hero aren’t concerned about like looking polished and perfect. Sophomore Homecoming Mari dresses in one of her favorite more formal black dotted sundresses, a red bow standing out in her night dark hair. Hero wears complimentary black blazer over a white button up, his sleeved bunched at his elbows. He forgets to get her a corsage, and she doesn’t care.

So much of their lives is dedicated to perfection, the greatest gift they can give each other is to let their love be imperfect. With one another they don’t need to be the best, they just need to be there.

Still that doesn’t deny their natural charm and pretty looks. They are probably one of the best looking couples there that night, and the effortlessness of their beauty together is both heart warming and jealousy inspiring.

They spend the entire night dancing. They jump around, they do silly stupid line dances, and they share a few perfect slow dances that are little more than just holding one another and swaying. By this point they’re both working so hard that they almost never see each other alone. Anytime they spend together is also spent with the kids, so having this night just for them...it’s exactly what they needed.

Rather than getting picked up from school, Hero and Mari decide to walk back home. Mari’s sensible heels are killing her after hours of dancing, so Hero carries her home on his back. Her hair spills over his shoulder as she leans down to whisper and laugh in his ear, and he doesn’t know if he ever wants this night to end. He wonders if he could just pause the world here with his girl under the stars.

Hero makes a detour and takes them to their secret spot in the park. They sit on the dock together under the full moon and the stars and chat together for hours. Months later after he loses her, Hero tries desperately to remember what they had spoken about, but it’s all gone. They end up falling asleep at the dock, and wake up just as the sun begins to rise in a panic. They sneak into Hero’s house through the back door and quickly make a fake bed on the couch that Mari definitely slept in

Kel covers for them and says that Hero and Mari came home late last night and fell asleep. Hero was definitely in bed when he got up this morning. Hero makes him homemade lunches for a month as a thank you.

Okay so remember when I said that Hero only watches Grave of the Fireflies alone? I lied. He watched it with Mari.

This was in their teen years. I HC that Hero was already having like normal teenage struggles before he lost Mari. He has a lot of pressure on him, and look being 15 sucks. 0/10 would not recommend. He’s stressed, tired, everything seems to make him angry, and he can’t understand why. There are times that Hero gets exceptionally unlike himself, so they have a system that the two of them started just after they both turned 15.

They would send Kel to have a sleepover with Sunny and they would make a nest of blankets and pillows in front of the TV in Hero’s house. She would cook dinner instead of him (usually pasta because Mari was good at baking but not super skilled at cooking) and they would take it and eat in front of the TV.

They don’t pull out their backpacks, they don’t mention homework or school or college prep. They don’t let themselves think about all the things pressing down on them.

They usually didn’t talk a lot on those nights actually, but listening to the music and watching the movie was usually able to bring down the walls Hero built up between them. Nights like this are bad, but they’re also good because they end with his head in her lap, her fingers in his hair, and the tension finally leaving his shoulders and spine.

((After Mari dies memories of those nights sours. Hero feels sick and selfish. Mari had been hurting so badly and he hadn’t even noticed. She had taken so many nights soothing his ridiculous dramatics, and he hadn’t even seen she needed him just as badly. Grave of the Fireflies becomes his Mari movie, and that never changes.))

#asks #anon #heromari #my beloved #my tragic beloved #omori #omori headcanons #omori mari #omori hero #omori kels parents

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lonelyghosts-stuff · 4 years

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Peppermint and Pinewood

Peppermint and Pinewood (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Premise:

Draco Malfoy x muggleborn, Slytherin! Reader

Although the time setting isn’t too important, I envisioned it taking place somewhere in the fifth year.

Warnings: none really? I mean, I guess bullying, mild angst, and fluff lol. I dunno if Draco goes a little off-canon character wise here but I tried to make his personality as close to the source material as possible.

Word count: 4,581

Note: This is my first ever fan fiction I’ve ever written so yea.

Read it on wattpad too:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/244556691-peppermint-and-pinewood

It was another bad day. After getting yet another berating from Snape due to putting one too many dried lavender flowers in the Calming Draught potion and subsequently losing five house points from Slytherin, y/n found herself once again the target of insults and sneers. As if being a muggle born placed in Slytherin wasn't bad enough, it seems like every single mistake made, no matter how simple or innocent it may have been, was held against her as if it was the highest insult to the wizarding world.

Following a long walk down the hallway to her next class, a cold and judgmental presence drew near. With his steely gray eyes, Draco Malfoy looked down upon y/n.

"Well well... looks like the mudblood lost us even more points! As if it wasn't enough of a plague upon wizard kind and the Slytherin House to have a mudblood part of it..." Draco leaned in towards y/n towering over her by at least 15cm (about 6 inches rounded up) and continued "we have to further suffer your utter lack of any practical skills in class. I mean, bloody hell y/l/n! We've been learning the calming draught for what, the past three days? And you still managed to screw that up. If it was up to me, your kind wouldn't even be allowed in the magical world much less Hogwarts; as pathetic as this school is."

After the cacophony of insults and belittlement, Draco continued onward, gesturing his cronies to follow...

Only, they didn't follow right away. Crabbe and Goyle decided that it was their time to shine and decided to push y/n around, knowing full well she wouldn't do anything to stop them. With some rude comments and pathetic chittering of a laugh, Crabbe gave y/n one final shove sending her onto the ground and spilling out her supplies including books, quills, and a jar of ink. Despite the squawking coming from Crabbe and Goyle, Draco looked more bemused than anything. While he should be laughing at a lowly mud blood getting what they deserved, he felt empty. He almost pitied y/l/n.

"Crabbe, Goyle, hurry up or we'll be late to D.A.D.A. and I sure as hell am not losing any house points because of you buffoons." Draco demanded, leaving y/n on the ground, scurrying to clean up the mess.

Eventually one Slytherin classmate and their Hufflepuff friend spotted y/n and helped her clean up.

"Scourgify! There you go! All better now!" The Hufflepuff chirped as the Slytherin handed y/n the last of her things.

"Are you sure you simply tripped and fell?" The Slytherin doubted y/n's story. "I mean, you aren't the most popular nor liked in Slytherin."

"Oh uh yea. I know where you're coming from but I promise it was just a little trip. Just me being clumsy is all!" Y/n fumbled through her response. "But thanks for the concern Mallory!"

Mallory was one of the few Slytherins who didn't despise y/n for her blood status. Coming from a home where her dad is a wizard and her mom's a muggle, not even muggle born, she found herself sympathizing with y/n.

"Hey y/n, promise us you'll come for help if you really need it, okay?" Susan Bones the Hufflepuff, a caring and hardworking witch who, while maybe initially coming across as weak and a pushover, is not one who is past fighting someone in order to defend her friends.

"Yea yea I promise I promise." Y/n chuckled. If only Mallory was in y/n's dorm room. Things would be a lot better for sure.

After a couple more minutes of reassuring Mallory and Susan that she was alright, y/n begrudgingly made her way to her next class with her fellow housemates of the same year, Defense Against the Dark Arts. While not her particular favorite due to the inconsistency of the instructors, y/n found herself enjoying D.A.D.A. more than most classes due to not only the wide variety of skills and spells learned, but the hands on approach of applying said new skills in practical situations. It was certainly a sight to behold when she transformed her boggart from Voldemort to a mere Pansy Parkinson, shackled by her ankles no doubt by Filch. Of course this only earned y/n more nasty comments hurled her way as well as an unappreciated "gift" from an owl left on her bed, but y/n felt that the site was worth it nonetheless.

D.A.D.A. was unfortunately highly uneventful that day as the class merely reviewed the basic defensive and combative spells from previous years (a shocking amount of students performed poorly on the review exam and thus the whole class had to suffer). On her way out of the class, y/n was met by another Slytherin, none other than the she-devil herself, Pansy Parkinson. As if on cue, the moment y/n stepped out of the classroom and was out of sight of any faculty, y/n was roughly pulled by the hand and pushed into the neighboring, empty classroom by Pany who promptly closed the door behind her, holding it shut.

"Hey let me out of here! Pansy you downright insufferable git!" Y/n burst out, an uncommon instance that was released due to pent up rage from days of harassment.

"Nuh uh! Maybe when you learn your lesson that Draco is mine and you'll neeeveeer be more than a pathetic, weak, and intolerable mudblood!" Pansy chortled in a sing-songy voice.

"Pansy I swear to Merlin..." y/n started before stopping themself to recompose and calm down. "Pansy, I'm asking nicely... please, open the door. I have no clue what you are talking about with Draco, but you don't need to worry. I want nothing to do with that cocky, rude, hair-gelling bastard, okay?!"

"Augh?! You think that pathetic excuse for an apology is gonna cut it? Nuh uh! Maybe you need some more time alone to think about your actions, y/l/n. Colloportus!" And with that, y/n heard the doors click locked, Pansy mumble the anti-alohomora charm, and the ever fading footsteps of Pansy proudly striding away.

Feeling all of her built up emotion come to a boil, y/n allowed herself to blow some steam off while she was alone. Casting one destructive spell after another, the classroom suffered greatly from the y/n’s rage.

"BOMBARDA! STUPEFY! DIFFINDO! INCENDIO!" Y/n proclaimed with much fervor before stepping back in fear.

The last spell carelessly cast quickly caught the ratted tapestry curtains over the windows, sending them ablaze. In the panic, y/n stumbled back to the door before pounding on it wildly for help. Fortunately for her, her absence in her next class and last class of the day was reported and McGonagall was passing by to look for her. Quickly reversing the rushed anti-alohomora charm on the door and then following up by unlocking it, the door swung open as y/n fell through, almost onto the ground before catching herself.

After extinguishing the fire with a quick flick of her wand and a mutter of 'aguamenti' and long winded conversation filled with explanations, denial, and intense pleading, McGonagall decided it was in the best interest to remove 100 points from Slytherin for the utter lack of safety and human decency.

Of course this didn't go well for y/n. That evening she found herself locked out of her own dorm room as her roommates found the blame for the points lost resting solely on y/n. Making her way to the empty common room, y/n sat on one of the couches in front of the green, crackling fire. Equipped with nothing outside of her button up, vest, and pants, y/n used her robe as a blanket and cuddled up on the couch.

At that moment, y/n's bottled up emotion overflowed and she sobbed into the couch cushion. Feeling more like a burden than a human, y/n repeated in her head the insults she's heard many times. "Hinderance. Pathetic. Weak. Worthless..." she choked out between sobs. "Filthy... little... mudblood."

Before y/n could even get one wink of sleep, a door creaked open revealing the prince of Slytherin himself, Draco. Only, unlike most other times, Draco was sans henchmen. Presumably, Draco snuck out for one reason or another and was only returning about now. As Draco stepped into the light, he noticed a covered figure on the couch. Draco glimpsed at y/n h/l h/c hair, quickly deducing it was y/n.

"What are you doing out here this late, y/l/n?" Interrogated Draco. "Shouldn't you be in your room?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Wandering about this late at night, you could lose us house points or worse depending on what suspicious activities you are into." Y/n mumbled as she tried to tune out the excess noise, not caring anymore about how she responded to Draco.

"Harsh, but fair." Draco let out a rare chuckle.

For some reason, hearing Draco chuckle sent warm tingles throughout her body from one hand to another. This is just barely a fraction of a side of Draco she wished she could see all the time. Before getting too caught up in daydreams, y/n remembered it was Draco's fault in the first place that she's even locked out of her room at all.

"Well, to put it short, I'm still a, as you say, a filthy mudblood and it would appear as if torturing me and locking me in an abandoned classroom wasn't enough for them so they decided to lock me out of our own room." Y/n vented with both a sense of exasperated relief as Draco stood silently, stiff as a board, as if he was shocked as to what he was hearing.

Draco took a moment to drink in y/n. Her e/c eyes, red and glossy from tormented crying. Even in this state she was still breathtaking. Wait, what? Breathtaking? Draco suddenly forgot how to speak as his mind raced from his sudden observation. She's not pretty, right? She's just a muggle born, a disgrace to the wizarding world! Is that all she is though? And only a muggle born, not a mudblood? Draco panicked internally for a brief moment before finally recollecting himself and regaining his composure.

"Oh." Was all Draco could manage at the moment. Appearing deep in thought, Draco organized a response. "As much as I would love to hear more of your life problems, I have a room to go back to. So... um... good night..."

Draco awkwardly turned around and shuffled towards his room, pausing only for a brief moment and throwing a quick glance over his shoulder as if he was contemplating something. He quickly shook off any feeling of turning back and entered his room for the night.

The school year progressed without much of anything significant happening outside of the common bullying and stress of the holidays approaching. It was almost winter break and, as usual, y/n would be staying at Hogwarts for Christmas. Her parents always took a long vacation over Christmas break and figured they would save money by leaving y/n at school where she would still get food and housing without them having to pay for an extra plane ticket. Y/n didn't mind too much. She had always been pretty independent from her parents, but she loved them nonetheless. They all loved each other but they weren't very affectionate about it, a factor that probably contributed to her apathetic approach to most things. While always hopeful to be invited to one of her parents annual holidays, y/n also looked forward to the more or less peace and quiet of having the common room and school mostly to herself with the exception of the other few students who also remained for the holidays.

Unbeknownst to y/n, ever since their interaction at night in the common room, Draco has been secretly watching her. While seeing her in such a devastated state should logically make him happy as she is only a muggle born, Draco felt anything but happy. It was almost like looking into a mirror for him, seeing her broken. It reminded him of his many nights of anxiety and depression after getting an earful from his father about how he wasn't "good enough" or constantly feeling inadequate compared to the "chosen one", Potter. From that moment on, Draco avoided y/n. Y/n didn't really think anything of it except that she appreciated the extended periods of peace and silence between the other students' insults. This of course only prompted Crabbe and Goyle to try to make up for their ring leader's apparent avoidance and growing distaste of picking on y/n. Fortunately for y/n however, Crabbe and Goyle were quite dim witted and easy to outsmart or avoid. Another development for y/n was that, after her time in the abandoned classroom allowing her to let off some steam, followed by her mini rant to Draco, she found herself able to stand up for herself a bit more, much to the chagrin of Pansy Parkinson. Now when Pansy strode up to y/n with a cocky and mischievous smirk plastered on her face, y/n simply looked on with a strong and unavoidable expression of mere annoyance and anticipation of disappointment. Pansy would try to insult y/n only for y/n to retort with a simple motion of dismissal or a clever comeback.

"Well if it isn't the local mudblood of Slytherin!" Pansy would shout with falsely placed pride.

"Well if it isn't the local tramp of Slytherin!" Y/n would respond with a mock curtsy. "What an absolute honor to be in your presence. Oh, and of course the presence of all the guys you try to hook up with."

Pansy would only stare on, gobsmacked and dumbfounded. She would walk away trying to act as if y/n's responses meant nothing to her, but her embarrassment would be evident with the bright red burning at her cheeks. Y/n would always take a silent pride in herself when she managed to hold her composure and deliver lines to Pansy that would shut her up without the need to stoop down the Pansy's level herself.

The days progressed even more until it was eventually the last day before the Christmas holiday. As the other students were packing their things and saying their goodbyes, y/n spent her time in the library or in the Slytherin common room, sitting next to one of the many windows looking out under the Black Lake. Y/n would often sit by the windows and look at the fish and grindylows swim by, almost entranced by the aquatic life that resides within the lake. Y/n always hoped to spot the giant squid someday, but outside of the rare silhouette of a tentacle, she was disappointed. Of course her biggest achievement of her many nights of lake gazing was when she spotted a mermaid right outside the window. The mermaid smiled a soft and ethereal smile before singing a peaceful song, lulling y/n to a restful sleep. Y/n would constantly be on the lookout for that same mermaid each night, even more so than the giant squid, but was unfortunately commonly met with mere fish or the occasional grindylow that would give her a wicked smile. At the end of the day, students began to turn in for the night in preparation for leaving bright and early in the morning to go home or wherever for their Christmas vacations. Y/n, on the other hand, stayed up, sitting on the couch and watching the green flames dance and in the fireplace. A wave of contentment washed over her as she looked forward to a peaceful break. She had just been told by Mallory that, while she was leaving for the holiday, Susan Bones would be staying as her she had no family to return to (her family having been killed personally by Voldemort in the First Wizarding War) outside of her aunt Amelia Bones who was attending to business all holiday. Y/n looked forward to spending some time with Susan, especially knowing how hard the holidays are for her due to her family's past. She has already planned on taking her to Hogsmeade for some quality time as a “girls’ day” together and to make sure that, despite her circumstances, she would still have the best Christmas possible.

As y/n sat alone, mesmerized by the fire and picturing her plans to hang out with Susan, none other than Draco Malfoy once again stepped into the picture. He didn't directly approach y/n, more or less standing off to the side and looking outward at the lake. Y/n eventually directed her attention away from the fire and noticed Draco staring out at the lake. He seemed a lot more fidgety than usual, almost as if he was nervous or dreading something. 'It couldn't possibly be he's not looking forward to going home, could it?' Y/n thought to herself as she observed Draco's body language. After a brief minute, Draco turned around as if to head to bed only to notice y/n staring at him.

"Ah! W-what are you doing here y/l/n?" Draco jumped slightly, caught off guard.

Y/n quickly looked away, feeling her cheeks burn in embarrassment from being caught. "I, uh, well..." she calmed down and recomposed herself, "if you don't remember, despite yours and most everyone else's wishes, I'm still in Slytherin so I have just as much of a right to be here as you!"

"Oh. Yea. I mean, that's not what I meant." Draco fumbled through his sentences, his nervousness becoming more and more obvious. "I meant, what are you doing here, here. Shouldn't you be in bed so you'll be ready for the holidays?"

Once again, y/n found herself saying, "I could ask you the same thing." Y/n gave a playful yet unconfident smirk.

Defying anyone's best guess, a faint pink rose to Draco's cheeks, completely catching y/n off guard. He quickly tried to laugh it off before continuing to uncharacteristically stumble his way through the conversation. "Uh, yea. My bad, sorry."

Once again, y/n was caught completely off guard. 'Did the Draco Malfoy just say, "sorry"?' Draco didn't even seem phased by the absurdity of what he just said.

Quickly moving on from what just happened, y/n spoke up, "Well, to answer your question. No. I'm not leaving for the holidays. I'll be here all Christmas break."

Almost as if without a second thought, Draco made his way over to the couch area, sitting on the chai directly across from y/n. His previous nervousness seemed to fade away as he responded, "So, why are you staying here? How come you're not going home or traveling somewhere?"

"Well, my parents like to go on big fancy trips for the holidays and they figure that they can save money by leaving me here."

"Oh. Does that bother you at all? That they just leave you behind while they go and have a great time?"

Y/n shrugged, trying to ignore how weird this whole situation is. "Not really. It's always been like this. They never really went on vacations outside of an occasional camping trip with me when I was still living at home and they wanted to take advantage of the situation of me being at a school away from home to go on a nice trip while I was being cared for. We still go camping over the summertime though, so that's fun."

Draco was amazed, listening intently to every word that came out of y/n's mouth. The concept of needing to save money was pretty foreign to him, but he found himself able to relate to her situation of not having the most affectionate family.

"So, what about you, Draco? Why aren't you in bed? No doubt your family has some extravagant plans for the holiday." Y/n asked, turning the tables on Draco.

As soon as she asked this, the previously present nervousness and dread returned to Draco's face. "Oh, uh, not tired yet. A lot on my mind..."

"Well, surely your family has something exciting planned. I mean, you are a Malfoy after all."

As if she just pushed a button, Draco seemed to flinch away at the mention of his family name. For a brief moment, his nervousness was overcome with an irritated, defensiveness as he snapped, "Well it's not all perfect like you so clearly think!"

Y/n flinched back as he shouted this, confused by the sudden change in attitude. Draco noticed her almost immediately shut down, losing any joy that previously graced her face.

"I-I'm... sorry... I didn't mean to shout." Draco sighed. "It's just that-"

"No, I'm sorry." Y/n interrupted. "I saw you were clearly uncomfortable at the first mention of your family and I shouldn't have asked again... you don't have to say anything you don't want to."

"Thank you." Draco simply said. He began to stand up to head to bed before y/n got to say one last thing

"Draco. I-", y/n cut herself off, questioning if she should really finish her sentence. "I'm... always here if you need anything. Okay? I may not know of your family's background or yours, but I'm no stranger to hardships. I'm always here if you need help with something or even just someone to talk to."

Draco looked at her with a face full of mixed emotions. Uncertainty, confusion, fear of letting someone in, fear of pushing her away, and more. He was quiet for about a whole minute as he stood there, looking at y/n.

"But, why? Would you care about me? I've been nothing but cruel and rude to you. Why would you care how I feel?" Draco suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

"Just because you may not be the most pleasant person in the world to be around doesn't mean you don't have your own battles and issues in life, nor does it mean your issues are any less valid than anyone else's. You're still a human and... I care about you just like anyone else...", y/n looked down at the floor as she quietly said the last part.

Draco stood there, silent and uncertain about how to respond. Another minute of silence passed and, without a second thought, Draco turned around and walked to his room. Y/n kept looking down, berating herself in her head. 'You went too far you idiot! You just had to push it and make him feel uncomfortable...'. Y/n lied down onto the couch and closed her eyes as she tried to fall asleep.

As Draco walked away, he stopped for a second and whispered under his breath, "Thank you... y/n. Merry Christmas."

The night was rough for Draco; he couldn't sleep as he replayed the conversation in his head over and over again. When the time reached 1:30 am, Draco decided to get up and go for a brief walk to clear his head. He opened the door from his dorm room and quietly snuck out so as to not awake his roommates. Making his way down into the common room, he spotted y/n still there, only asleep on the couch. He quickly deduced she must have been locked out of her room again and that was another reason she wasn't in bed yet when he first came across her. He quietly walked over to her and looked at her. Despite her messy hair and unconventional sleeping position, she had a peaceful look on her face as she slumbered. As he turned away to continue his short walk, he heard a noise come from y/n. When he turned around, he noticed her shivering in her sleep. The fire had died down since he was last here and y/n was without a blanket or anything else to keep her warm. He wanted to relight the fireplace but he also didn't want to risk the sudden light waking her up. He eventually turned back to head to his room as y/n laid there.

The next morning, Draco and his friends were getting ready to leave the school and board the trains. A smirk was plastered on Draco's face, one which did not go unnoticed by Pansy.

"Hey Drayyyy!" Pansy cooed in a sickeningly sweet tone of voice. "What's got you so happy this be-a-utiful morning?"

Even Pansy's annoying presence couldn't dampen Draco's mood. "Oh it's nothing. Just looking forward to leaving this joke of a school is all." Draco proudly lied, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.

Despite many more attempts of learning what the truth was from Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle, Draco remained silent on the truth.

Back in the Slytherin common room, y/n began stirring awake. Surprisingly, she slept through the commotion of the other students leaving for Christmas. Stretching and yawning, y/n stood up off the couch, accidentally dropping the jumper that was draped across her onto the ground. Without hesitation she picked up the sweater and slid it on, quickly leaving to brush her hair and get ready for the day to take Susan to Hogsmeade.

Once in Hogsmeade, y/n lead Susan to Honeydukes to pick out an assortment of sweets.

"Thank you so much for all of this, y/n. I really appreciate it." Susan beamed as she grabbed a chocolate frog with one hand as her other held a box of treacle fudge.

"Of course. It's my pleasure and it's a nice change of pace from a normal school schedule. And one never needs an excuse to go to Honeydukes!" Y/n responded gleefully.

After they made their way back to Hogwarts with their bounty of sweets and a few items from Zonko's, Susan led y/n to the Hufflepuff common room so they could indulge themselves.

After taking a big bite from a liquorice wand, Susan spoke out, "oh I've been meaning to ask you, when did you get that jumper? It's been cold all winter but I haven't seen you wear it all!"

Y/n looked down at the jumper. It was green and silver in the Slytherin colors with a big, snake S in the center. "You know what? I don't know... I just woke up this morning and it was draped over me. I'm not sure how I got it."

"Weird. Maybe you made an impulse purchase and completely forgot?"

"No, I don't think that's it. It's a little big for me too. Maybe Mallory bought it for me and left it as a surprise? I know she's a bit bigger than me so that would explain it."

"No that can't be. She got you a new scarf and matching mittens for Christm-shoot!"

"Susan!!!" Y/n burst out laughing.

"Oh no I'm so so so sorry!!! Please don't tell Mallory I told you! She's been planning this for a week! Please act surprised when you get it! Aghhhh I'm so dumb!" Susan panicked as her face flushed from embarrassment.

"Don't worry don't worry!" Y/n chuckled loudly. "I'll act surprised I promise!"

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you!" Susan cried out as she stuffed her mouth with a pumpkin pasty.

The rest of the Christmas holiday was full of fun and funny times like this. For the first time in a while, y/n looked forward to getting up in the morning and seeing people. She would always wake up bright and early, brush her hair and her teeth, and slip on the mysterious oversized jumper. While it still bugged her and Susan as the jumper's origin remained a mystery, y/n was grateful to have it nonetheless on these cold, winter days.

It also had a pleasant scent of peppermint and pinewood cologne too.

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x reader #draco x y/n #harry potter #fanfic #fantasy #magic #fan fiction

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middleearthpixie · 3 years

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In Time ~ Chapter Seven

Summary: Surprise, surprise - Amara saves our favorite dwarf’s neck once again. But, this time, it brings them a bit closer...

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield/Amara of Rivendell (female OC)

Characters: Thorin, Elrond, Amara, Kenia, Jassin

Rating: T

Warnings: Some blood, stitches without anesthetic, dwarf in pain

Word Count: 3,508

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Amara’s feet didn’t touch marble as she vaulted over the railing and practically flew down the colonnade on Jassin’s heels. “What happened?”

“I’m not entirely certain,” Jassin called back. “Kenia and I were out on the terrace—”

“Out on the terrace? I told you to keep an eye on Mr. Oakenshield. Pray tell, how were you doing that from out on the damned terrace?”

The Healing Room never seemed so far away, and she was actually out of breath as she rounded the corner and skidded to a stop, her fury shooting to new levels at the sight of a pale, limp Thorin Oakenshield lying in a pool of his own blood, with an equally bloodied Kenia frantically trying to quell it with linen cloth upon linen cloth.

Amara grabbed a fistful of clean cloths and dropped to her knees beside Kenia, slipping a little on the red ooze spreading in all directions. “How long ago did he fall?”

“Only minutes, Amara. I sent Jassin for you as soon as we heard the thud.”

“Move.” Amara shoved her aside. “Get me the scissors. Now!”

Jassin pressed the silver scissors into her hand and she cut away Thorin’s tunic and the blood-soaked bandages wrapped about his waist. Her stomach curdled at the horrific sight of torn stitched and shredded skin and muscle. “Needle, thread, and kingsfoil solution,” she barked, tugging the old bandages off to pluck the split threads free.

A low, mournful wail rose to Thorin’s lips. “I know it hurts,” she muttered, tossing the soiled bandages over her shoulder, “but there is no time to spare numbing you, dear. I am so sorry, but this will hurt.”

Jassin threaded the needle and passed it to her, then carefully flushed the area with the solution to give her a clean field with which to work. Taking the needle, Amara looked down at the semi-conscious dwarf and murmured, “Forgive me, Thorin.”

“AUGH!” His roar echoed all throughout the chamber and most likely even along the colonnade and out into the courtyards. Perhaps all of Rivendell heard it, she wouldn’t have been surprised at all.

“Kenia, Jassin, take his arms and legs and hold him absolutely still.”

Each did as they were told, pinning Thorin as best they could and even so, he still fought, writhing to get away from them, from Amara as the needle went through his flesh again. His cries echoed around them, bounced off the walls, the floor, rang out until Amara’s ears hurt from the sound and her heart ached from the primal agony tucked within each scream.

He tensed as she sewed as quickly as she could, biting on her bottom lip at his anguished cries. She knew it hurt, and knew how terribly so, but he was bleeding out and there simply was no time to make him more comfortable. Her hands shook slightly, her stomach curdled even harder, and she had to swallow the terrible brackishness rising in the back of her throat as she continued stitching and finally, Amara sat back and cut the thread. “There, love,” she whispered, shifting to stroke his sweat-matted hair. “It’s over. I am so sorry I had to do it, but it’s over now.”

Tears spilled from the corners of his eyes as he went limp, his breathing rough and shallow and ragged. Glancing first at Jassin, then at Kenia, she said, “We need to get him back into bed. Carefully.”

“He is still in bloody clothes.” Kenia pointed out.

“I will change them. The two of you go and wait out on the terrace. You seem to like it out there.”

Both elves turned scarlet, but did as instructed. Amara rinsed the blood from her hands, drying them on one of the few squares of linen they hadn’t used. She wouldn’t attempt to wrestle him into a tunic of any sort. It would only cause him more pain and that was the last thing she wanted to do.

Instead, she carefully removed his leggings, replacing them with fresh, clean ones, and took pains to make certain he didn’t lay in any of the mess on the floor. Then she called to Kenia and Jassin, “Come back and help me get him into bed.”

They did so and carefully, the three of them lifted Thorin and gingerly set him back in his bed. Amara arched her back, biting back a groan of relief as her spine popped from bottom to top, drew the light sheet to his chest, then turned. “You both clean up this mess and come to my study the minute you are done. Where is Valindra?”

“She is in her room,” Kenia replied softly.

“Thank you.” Amara stalked out of the Healing Room and down to Valindra’s chambers. Without preamble, she said, “I need you in the Healing Room at once.”

Valindra’s eyes widened. “Is something the matter?”

“It is, but you need not worry. You need only come and keep watch over Mr. Oakenshield.”

“Of course, but I thought he was out of the woods.”

“He was. Now he is not.” Amara spun about and gestured for her to follow. “Come with me.”

Valindra didn’t say a word as she followed Amara back to the Healing Room, but she gaped at the mess the other two were in the midst of cleaning up. “What happened?”

“Never you mind.” Amara glared at Kenia and Jassin. “My study. Now.”

She didn’t wait for them, but marched toward her small study at the rear of the Healing Room, just on the inside of the terrace. She was far too furious to sit, and so paced along the length of the bookshelves, trying to keep her temper in check as Kenia and Jassin slunk it,

“What happened here?” she snapped, leaning over her escritoire, knuckles pressing into the wood. “I told you to keep an eye on him! How the deuce did he fall?”

Kenia and Jassin exchanged looks, which only served to make Amara angrier still. “Do not look to one another for help! Tell me now what happened or you are both off my service!”

Kenia stared down at her bloodstained hands. “We only stepped outside for a minute, Amara. Just to discuss what happened to Elwynn.”

“A minute.” Amara folded her arms, leveling them each with a long look of disbelief. “You mean to tell me that Mr. Oakenshield, who was run through by a double morgul blade not two weeks earlier and had complications that resulted in his being opened up a second time only yesterday, was able to sit up, throw his legs over the side of that bed, and try to stand. All in the span of a minute? Is that what you think me fool enough to believe?”

Both elves turned scarlet red. “Amara,” Jassin began.

“No!” She cut him off. “No, I care not what fool lame excuse you offer me. What you both did was beyond careless. It was reckless and callous and depraved! He could have died! How dare either one of you stand there and look at me as if you are not to blame for this? You are both relieved of duty until further notice and I will be speaking to Lord Elrond about your utter lack of judgement.

“Now,” she looked from Kenia to Jassin and back, “do either one of you have anything to say for yourselves? Anything at all?”

Jassin looked as if he might vomit. “I am so terribly sorry, Amara. It was foolish and careless and I give you my word, it will never happen again.”

“It shouldn’t have happened this time.” She looked at Kenia, who also looked pale and ill. “And you?”

“I’m so sorry as well, Amara. I betrayed your trust, Mr. Oakenshield’s trust, and it will never happen again.”

“Good. Now, both of you, return to your chambers. I will let you know when we can meet to discuss your future here with me.”

“Yes, Amara.”

She waited until they left, and until she’d calmed completely, and then she went back into the Healing Room, where she found Valindra had cleaned up the rest of the mess. “Thank you,” Amara said, managing a smile. “You and Samblar are going to have your workloads doubled, I’m afraid. I’ve suspended Jassin and Kenia.”

“Suspended?” Valindra’s eyes nearly popped from their sockets. “What happened here?”

“Mr. Oakenshield took a terrible fall and that is all you need know. I will sit with him. Go check on his nephews.”

“Yes, Amara.”

Amara sank into the now-familiar chair and leaned her head back, her eyes closing as a heavy sigh rose from what felt like the soles of her feet. Jassin was a great disappointment, more so than Kenia, because while she was competent, she was young and pretty and tended to flirt more than actually try to heal. But Jassin… He was her protege and to see him be so reckless troubled her. Part of it, she was certain, was because Thorin was a dwarf. It could be difficult, treating anyone other than elves, but that was part of being a healer—the ability to put differences aside, to put any slights—real or perceived—aside, to let nothing get in the way of upholding the oath a healer took upon completion of their training.

Today, Jassin let something get in the way. True, he hadn’t taken the oath yet, but that did not matter. He still allowed something to distract him from his patient and as a result, blood now streaked the front of Amara’s once-ice blue gown.

A low moan rose from the bed and she sat up to see Thorin’s eyes open, but confused as he murmured, “What happened?” in a thick voice.

“You fell.” She stood up and leaned slightly over his bed. “How do you feel?”

“As if I’d been run over by a warg.”

“You tried to stand on your own, didn’t you?”

“Do not lecture me.”

“Do not do foolish things and I will not have to.”

The confusion cleared from his eyes, and they narrowed as he turned his head to glare at her. “I beg your pardon?”

“It was the height of foolishness to attempt it without me or one of the others here in case you needed us. And as it turned out, you did need one of us. Do not pull a stunt like this again.”

“I need no keeper.”

“Oh, ho, think so, do you?” She gestured to the front of her dress. “Do you see this? This is your blood, Thorin Oakenshield.”

She marched over to the refuse bin, almost overflowing with wadded, bloodstained cloths. “See these? This is your blood as well! And there is still some on the floor and on Jassin and Kenia as well. What were you thinking?”

“I am tired of lying here, staring at this laughable fresco of elves saving all of Middle Earth,” he growled. He then winced and sucked in a sharp breath, but before she could say anything, added, “I wish to get up from this fool bed and do something for myself!”

“And that was a screaming success this afternoon, wasn’t it?” she snapped, glaring down at him. “Did you enjoy my sewing your wounds closed without any sedative at all?”

He went pale as he grimaced and slowly shook his head. “I can still feel how it hurt.”

“Good. Perhaps you will remember that the next time you think you know better than I do when it comes to healing. Perhaps you will remember that I have spent my life doing this and that I might—just might, mind you—know more than you do about getting you back on your feet and out of my Healing Room. Because believe me, Mr. Oakenshield, at the moment, there is nothing I want more than you out of my Healing Room!”

“That makes two of us!”

“Then listen to me when I tell you something! Assume I do know what I am talking about and that I do know what I’m doing. You will be amazed how much more quickly you will be out of here and out of Rivendell and we will never have to see one another again.”

“I like how this sounds more and more.”

“Wonderful. Unfortunately, you just set yourself back by days, Mr. Oakenshield. I hope it was worth it.”

He surprised her then, by letting out a low sigh. “It wasn’t. Not by half. It was a fool thing to do and you’re right, I should trust you know what you’re doing.”

That was not what she expected him to say and hearing it took some of the fight from her. Carefully, she sank onto the edge of his bed. “You should, for I am good at what I do. And I only want to see you walk out of here. Under your own power. And I will help you get to that point, but you must stop fighting me at every turn and learn to be patient.”

“Patience has never been a virtue I possess,” he admitted with a sheepish smile.

“Then you need to work on that,” she told him, covering his hands with one of hers, “because without it, this is what happens. But, with it, I promise you, you will walk out of here under your own power. It won’t happen overnight, but it will happen.”

“It feels as if that day will never come.”

“Thorin, you almost died on that floe. But you’ve been given a second chance. Most warriors are not given that, there are no second chances. But you have it and you should listen to me when I tell you, that day will come. I promise you it will. But, not if you take it upon yourself to try to rush your healing along.”

“How can you be so patient with me?”

“Because it is part of what I do. And besides,” she smiled down at him, “I happen to like you, Mr. Oakenshield. You are stubborn and pig-headed, but so many others in your boots would have given up and not have survived the morgul-filth, or would not have survived losing so much blood. But you have. You are a fighter and I respect that even when it means you fight me.”

He looked up at her then, and perhaps it was only her imagination, but his eyes seemed so much darker blue now. Of course, that could have also been from the afternoon sunlight, which shifted from the rear of the Healing Room to the western wall, rendering the Healing Room itself a bit darker now as a whole.

“I should think you would have written me off by now,” he replied softly. “I am a terrible patient.”

“Yes, you are.” She let out a soft laugh as she patted his hands, then rose from the bed. “But, most dwarves are. You are all very proud and very impatient and very distrusting of elves as a whole.”

“Can you blame me? I trusted them once, only to have them betray that trust.”

She paused, peering at him over one shoulder. “When?”

“When Smaug came to Erebor.” He didn’t look at her, but stared up at the ceiling now. The silence stretched between them, but she had the feeling he had more to say, and so busied herself with tidying up the last of the mess left behind by his fall.

“Thranduíl was there,” he said, his voice low and soft. “He’d been trying to bargain with my grandfather over a necklace, they could not come to an agreement, and he left.”

She turned back toward him. “He was in Erebor?”

“Not when Smaug arrived, no. He was on the outskirts of Dale by then. But, when we ran—those of us who survived, that is—he was there. He saw us, our homes gone, our possessions gone, our kingdom gone, and I beseeched him to help. But, he just watched a moment or two longer, and turned away. The Woodland Elves turned their back on us when we’d lost everything, when we were starving and homeless, over a necklace.”

She set down the jar of powdered feverfew she’d been holding. “I had no idea.”

“And that is why we do not trust elves.” Now he turned toward her. “We learned that loyalty with elves is a one way street and that way is only should it benefit them. Before we returned to Erebor, we found ourselves in Mirkwood, imprisoned, when all we wanted was to find our way through and possibly a bit of water, since we had only what we carried. Thranduíl would let us go, if I promised him that bloody necklace. Sixty years later, and it was all he could think of.”

“Then, if I might ask, how did you escape?”

He smiled then. “Master Baggins. I have no clue how he did it, but he stole the keys and freed us. We floated out of Mirkwood in elven barrels, right into Laketown.”

“And then Smaug was awakened.”

“Also Master Baggins’ doing.” A low sigh rent the air. “I owe him a great deal, you know, and what did I do? I accused him of thievery, of betraying me. Which he did, mind you, but for a very good reason.”

“What reason could have been a good one to betray one’s trust?” She moved back to his bedside.

A hint of color rose along his cheekbones. “I—it shames me to admit this, mind you.”

“Anything you tell me here, I will never tell another soul.” She returned to the edge of his bed to peer down at him. “I give you my word.”

He didn’t meet her gaze, his eyes focusing on something over her shoulder and across the room. “I went a bit mad. Dragon sickness, according to Balin.”

“I’m not surprised. Smaug was in Erebor for many years. That was bound to taint that horde to a certain degree.”

“Yes, well… I became the Mad King Under the Mountain and nearly killed the rest of my people as a result. I became obsessed with finding the Arkenstone, and Master Baggins was brought to Erebor for the sole purpose of retrieving that stone for me. But, when he found it… he went to Thranduíl, who used it in an attempt to force my hand with the cursed necklace he so desperately coveted.

“I chose war over bargaining.”

“The Battle of the Five Armies?”

He nodded slowly. “Yes.”

“But you said you and Mr. Baggins reconciled.”

“We did, but he thought I was dying. I thought I was dying. He had little choice but to tell me he’d forgiven me.”

“So, you don’t believe he truly has?”

Now he looked up at her. “Would you? I called him a thief and a traitor and tried to throw him off the rampart at Erebor. Whyever would he forgive me that?”

She managed to hold back her horror at his confession. It would do no good to show it. He knew such behavior was reprehensible and also beyond his control. “Because you were sick? And that’s what it is, you know. That’s why they call if dragon sickness.”

“I was weak and a fool and a poor excuse for a king.”

“Yes, but you are also only a dwarf who’d fallen ill beyond your control.” She covered his hands with hers once more. “And from the sounds of it, Mr. Baggins has forgiven you. Perhaps it’s time you forgive yourself.”

He shook his head. “That I cannot do.”

“Why?”

“Because I cannot.”

“I hope you change your mind about that,” she told him softly, standing up once more, “for you can, you know. And it sounds to me as if you should.”

He didn’t answer, but stared back at the ceiling once more. She didn’t push, but instead gave his hands another pat and said, “If you change your mind and wish to see him, let me know and I will arrange it.”

Stone silence greeted her.

“I’m gong to check on your nephews and then I will be back. Would you care for some dinner, perhaps?”

“I am not hungry.”

“Mr. Oakenshield, you’ve eaten very little in the last few days. That isn’t helping you get back on your feet, you know.”

It was a risk and she held her breath to see if he’d erupt at her again or not.

But to her surprise, he let out a low chuckle. “Fair enough. Yes, I would like some dinner.”

“I will bring you a tray.” She moved to the doorway, then paused to add, “Would you care for some company?”

“I do not wish to see Master Baggins nor do I wish to see Gandalf.”

“I meant me, Mr. Oakenshield,” she said with a smile.

“Oh.” He fell quiet for a moment, then to her surprise said, “Yes, actually. I believe I would.”

“Very well, then. I’ll bring two trays.”

#The Hobbit #Thorin Oakenshield #Hobbit Fic #Hobbit Fanfic #Fan fiction #The Hobbit fan fiction #Thorin x OC #AU #AUJ #Thorin Fic #Everybody Lives AU #Hobbit Medical Drama #Hobbit ER

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fernisasinner · 3 years

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Hi hi~ Here's a challenge for ya... We know Levi is a shy baby boy and probably the only sub out of the brothers. However, what if he overheard Mammon and Asmodeus talking about how girls love to be harshly dommed. You think you can write what it'll be like once Levi lets out his primal side on the MC??

Hi! This is my first time writing smut so I apologise for any awkward bits. Please note that this is fully consensual, Levi and the MC have talked about all of these things before and they do have a safe word. Please don’t do this shit to your partner without establishing explicit consent first. I ended up writing Levi a bit more gentle than I originally intended to, so he’s not as rough or feral as I’ve seen him written by other people. I tried to keep the reader gender-neutral but please let me know if I slipped up anywhere and I’ll change it! Anyway, here, have a drabble.

Mammon and Asmo Regret Their Choices - Leviathan x gn!MC (dom Leviathan and sub MC)

Warnings - nsfw , derogatory language , slight impact play , slight choking , exhibitionism if you squint , tail play , uhh I’m not sure what else to warn against but please let me know if you find something! Levi does use language like pretty and gorgeous to refer to the MC, but this should read as gender-neutral.

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Mammon and Asmo were in on it. It was too easy to bring out his jealous side with a few choice words in a well-timed conversation. Mammon, ever the experienced one in listening for the whereabouts of everybody in the House of Lamentation (no, totally not to steal from his brothers or run away from Lucifer) was the one to hear Levi’s door open, signaling that the demon would be coming their way soon.

“He’s coming. Quick, Asmo, start!” Taking his cue from Mammon’s whisper-shout, Asmodeus cleared his throat and put his performance skills to use, beginning with a coy tone.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’m all for being at the mercy of my partners. Sometimes though, nothing beats the pained delight I get the pleasure of seeing as I make someone fall apart underneath me. Their little whines, the way their body shudders, knowing that they’re just desperate to be completely wrecked by me, and when they’re good I reward them with my-“

“OKAY, Asmo! I get it, I don’t need all the details of your escapades, by Diavolo. Just say ya like getting’ railed sometimes and other times like givin’ it instead.”

“Isn’t it cute how crazy demons go when someone else takes complete control?” Asmo giggled, while Mammon smirked.

“I ain’t disagreein’ with ya that demons love it rough, but I’m curious to see what would happen goin’ feral on a human.” Asmo’s responding grin was positively devious.

“Oh, Mammon~ how naughty of you, I like your thinking. Perhaps Mc would be fonder of us if we took them like-“ He was cut off as Levi finally made it to where they were standing.

“WHAT did you just say?” Both brothers had the cheek to act surprised at his appearance.

“Oh, Levi~ we didn’t see you there! We were just talking about how much fun it would be for a human like MC if-“ Levi didn’t even let Asmodeus finish.

“I don’t care! Fuckin normies.” As he turned on his heel to go in the direction of MC’s room, Mammon and Asmodeus turned with a knowing grin and gave each other a high-five.

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MC was at their desk doing homework for RAD until their door opened and closed again, the lock clicking before familiar footsteps made their way behind them and a tense aura cloaked the room.

Does this mean it worked? They were hesitant to hope, but quickly felt a rush of excitement as something slithered up their neck and around their throat, squeezing slightly before curling further up their jaw and finally to the side of their lips, dipping into their mouth. Levi silently tapped on their cheek, prompting them to lick around the end of his tail and start sucking once it was coated in saliva. Levi let out a shaky exhale at their actions and they groaned as he rewarded them with another light squeeze. He was slightly startled that they had made a noise already. He wasn’t expecting that.

“Did that turn you on?” A blush crept onto their cheeks as they shyly nodded. Levi mumbled a spell and clicked his fingers, and their clothes were gone. He chuckled and bit down gently onto the junction of their neck and shoulder, drawing a whimper from them this time.

“Wow, you’re so needy for me already and I haven’t even touched you with my hands yet. How pathetic.” They tried to stifle their voice this time as he licked and sucked over where he bit them, giving the occasional nibble to brighten the mark. In a flash, he had shifted their positions, so they were now straddling his lap. A hand brought down on their ass made them yelp, then moan out what they were holding in before. Their head was yanked up by a hand he had roughly fisted in their hair. He held them there until they met his eyes. His eyes were glowing with lust and something darker that made their heart leap.

“Don’t you dare hold back your pretty little noises, MC. I want to hear you. I want my brothers to hear you. Let everyone know how I’m making you feel.” He gently kissed their nose before tightening his grip. “If you try to deprive me of one of your moans again,” He brought his mouth right next to their ear. “I will make you pay.” He gave their earlobe a sharp nip. “Not only that, but I will make all the more sure that you are screaming my name by the end of the night.” He softened his grip and played with their hair for a few moments, pleased when they sighed and leaned into his touch. “Do you understand, my Henry?” He cradled their face and smoothed his fingers over their cheeks as he waited for an affirmation.

“Yes,” their mouth tugged up at the corners. “…Admiral.” He growled and picked them up effortlessly, slamming them against the wall and attacking their lips with his own. He waited only long enough to settle their legs around his waist before he was forcing his tongue into their mouth, swallowing each other’s moans, and groping all his favourite sports on their torso.

MC let out a startled gasp when they felt something tease at their hole, moaning against Levi’s feral smirk as he reveled in their pants, so obviously desperate for his tail to be closer, for it to be inside of them. He continued to let the digit massage their most sensitive areas while one of his hands moved down to fondle their sex and the other traced over their lips.

“Suck.” MC complied straightaway, somewhat sloppy in their eagerness to please this new side of the Admiral. The man currently keeping them pinned up against the wall with only his hips was a far cry from the ‘yucky otaku’ that was usually begging on his knees for them. Oh, how the tables had turned. Between moaning and the fingers shoved in their mouth, it was difficult to voice the sheer want taking over their body. However, when their blown pupils met the glint in Levi’s own eyes, it was clear that he knew exactly what they were yearning for.

“Patience, my dear Henry. Make sure you get them nice and wet for me.” When he was satisfied with their efforts, he slipped the digits out of their mouth, leaving a sticky trail of drool across their chin. MC whimpered when they felt the wetness circle and press against their hole. Levi grabbed their jaw.

“Open.” MC opened their mouth and looked up at him with lust-blown eyes. He spat on their tongue and closed their mouth for them. “Swallow.” He smiled and kissed their cheek. “Good Henry.”

“L-Levi-“ He halted his ministrations for a moment and raised a single eyebrow. “A-Admiral!” They gasped at the quick lash of his tail against their ass, more shocked than hurt at the slight sting. He smirked and pushed two fingers into their hole, causing them to whine loud and long.

“Admiral…please.” He took glee in the way they squirmed around his fingers. He knew he had found that sweet spot when one of their hands grabbed for his hair and the other dug into his back. His eyes began to glow at the scrape of their fingernails, delighted in the knowledge that he was the one making them feel this way.

“Please what? Use your words, sweetheart.” He kissed them again as they whined louder, swallowing the sounds. He bit their lip and flicked them on the nose, fixing them with an expectant look.

“P-please- augh! Fuck, fuck me, ah! Admiral!” They struggled to get the words out, Levi paused, making a show of considering it.

“Hmm, okay.” In one move, smooth as it was sudden, they were thrown onto the bed. Levi slowly crawled over them. His hands glided over their calves. “Legs up over your head, gorgeous.” MC did their best to comply, lifting their shaky legs and using their arms to pull them closer. They felt a flush of embarrassment at the new position, shy to show off this view so blatantly to him.

“That’s it. What a pretty picture.” Levi cooed as he caressed their face. They moaned when he positioned himself at their hole. He was hard and leaking, clearly as turned on by the switch in dynamics as they were. And he was big. They gazed up at him with hooded eyes, not bothering to disguise their want.

He kissed them and pushed in in one slow but fluid movement. They gasped, squeezing their eyes shut and digging nails into his back while they buried their face in his shoulder. “Shhh.” He made soothing sounds and peppered their face and neck with kisses. As desperate as he was to move, his Henry came first, and he waited with patience for the pain to turn to pleasure.

“P-please…Admiral. Please mo-move.” He chuckled. He could see that they weren’t fully adjusted yet but started to rock into their body.

“My Henry is so desperate for the Admiral that I’ve got you clenching around my cock and you’re still begging for more. Pathetic.” MC started rocking their hips back to meet Levi’s thrusts as the two got into a rhythm, moans spilling out left and right. Levi noticed MC’s eyes were still closed and a flare of envy reared its head. Were they daring to think of someone else? He grabbed their throat and pressed.

“Eyes open. Look at me, sweetheart.” Their eyes stared into his and he could no longer doubt that the only demon on their mind at this moment was him. “There we go, good Henry. Keep them open for me.” His voice lowered. “I want you to see exactly who’s doing this to you.” They groaned obscenely loud and brought him in for a filthy kiss. He moaned into their mouth as his thrusts sped up. MC’s voice got higher and more urgent as they chased their climax, holding onto Levi with a grip tight enough to rival that of a demon. Levi’s hips began to stutter as they clenched around him and held him tight.

“Henry! Aughh!” With a groan, Levi finished inside of MC, cum coating their sensitive walls in post-orgasmic bliss. They both took a moment to come down, holding each other as they caught their breath. Levi smiled at them, kissed their forehead, and moved so his head was between their legs. They startled when they realised what he was doing.

“L-Levi! I mean, Admiral! What are you-“ He met their eyes with a soft but devilish grin.

“You’ve been so good to me, Henry. I think you deserve a reward.” With that, he started licking, catching his own seed as it leaked from MC’s oversensitive opening. MC curled one hand in the blanket and the other in his hair, not sure if they wanted to pull him closer or push his overstimulating mouth away. He started moving his tongue just-so, and before long, tears filled MC’s eyes. It felt too good and they couldn’t help letting out a little sob. Levi stopped and moved up to face them.

“Aww, sweetheart.” He wiped away their tears with soft thumbs. “Is it too much?” MC nodded and whimpered. “Do you want me to stop?” He held their face in his hands and kissed their cheeks.

“N-no. Please keep going, Admiral. I want more of you.” Levi stroked their hair as they shared a delicate, open-mouthed kiss. MC moaned when they tasted Levi’s own essence on his tongue. The noise seemed to flip a switch. Levi growled and aggressively deepened the kiss, dominating MC with his tongue that was covered in liquid from both of them. One of his hands moved down to play with MC again. When their voice started getting louder, he tutted at them.

“So eager to cum again already, my gorgeous Henry? Take it like an obedient little whore and maybe I’ll let you.” This time, the end of his tail pushed into their hole with no warning. They squeezed around the appendage and tried to adjust, but Levi was ruthless with his pace. He admired MC squirming underneath him, almost drooling at the picture of their body being forced to accommodate as he pushed more length in with every thrust.

“So, I overheard Mammon and Asmo talking earlier.” He bit and sucked on their shoulder. They moaned and panted into his. “They seemed to be under the impression that they could take you like you belonged to them.” MC moaned louder into his ear and shook their head. “Tell me, could they take care of you like me?” He nipped their earlobe and sucked the sensitive area behind it.

“No, Admiral!” He smiled darkly at their loud compliance.

“Tell me, who’s making you fall apart right now?” He pinched a nipple between his fingers, swirling his tongue over the other one.

“You, Admiral! Only you!”

“That’s right, sweetheart. Louder, so my brothers can hear exactly who’s making you feel so good. If you do well, I’ll let you have my cock and fill you up again like the cute fuck toy you are.”

“YOU, ADMIRAL LEVI! YOU’RE TAKING ME LIKE NOBODY ELSE CAN! MAKING ME FEEL SO G-GOOD! ADMIRAL!” MC was just about screaming. Levi groaned and slipped his tail out, shoving it in their mouth instead and replacing it with his dick.

“Henry, you feel so good! Swallowing me up like this, what an adorable little slut.” Everything seemed hazy as he fucked them into the mattress. Nothing mattered at this moment except for his pleasure and theirs.

“Admiral, PLEASE! I’m close! Can- ah! Can I-“ Their teeth clinked as he brought them into a desperate kiss.

“Yes. Yes, my gorgeous Henry, scream for me!” He rutted fast and hard, riding through both of their highs.

“ADMIRAL!”

The two held onto each other as they caught their breath again. Levi pulled out and when some of his cum leaked out of them, he pushed it back in with his fingers.

“Hold it in there like a good little pet, okay Henry?” He cooed at them. “You were so lucky to get the Admiral’s seed. We don’t want it going to waste now, do we?” He ran a hand down their face, smiling softly before scooping them up. He carried them next to the bathtub in his room and kissed their head while his tail turned on the water.

Once the tub was filled, he lowered MC into the water, then himself. Hugging them from behind, he inhaled their scent. His voice was quiet and comforting when he spoke. “You did so well, MC. Are you feeling okay?” They nodded, and he hummed. “Good. You can relax for me now, my sweet Henry. Let me take care of you.” He massaged their muscles while he used a soft washcloth to clean them with his special Ruri-chan soap. They leaned into his touches and he got to work massaging shampoo onto their scalp. “So good for me, MC. How lucky I am to have you.” He rinsed them off and pressed his lips to their forehead.

“I’m going to lift us out and dry you off now. Okay, sweetheart?” MC blearily nodded, tired and just about melting in his careful hands. Levi used his fluffiest towel on them before carrying them to his bed, ensuring that they were comfortable with his softest limited-edition pillows and blankets. After taking a moment to check if there was anything else that they wanted or needed, he crawled under the blankets with them, kissing the top of their head before settling in. He cuddled his precious MC until they both fell asleep.

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Asmo winced through his beauty routine, despite his best efforts at a smooth poker face to avoid wrinkles. Mammon rocked back and forth in the corner, hands over his ears. It was exciting at first. The two had shared quite the giggle listening to what Levi and MC got up to with their help. Not anymore. It wasn’t funny anymore. MC so owed them after this. They were so loud. Asmo regretted his choices. Mammon regretted his choices. At least there was company in misery.

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Baby Madness

Killer x reader, Kid Pirates, Pregnant!reader

Warning: Cursing and confused Kid

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: This started as a silly drabble oml

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Killer wrapped himself around you, even with the swell of stomach his long arms circled all the way around. These moments were rare, sitting quietly in bed and just basking in each other’s presence and warmth. A slight twinge of pain shot through making you flinch and Killer quickly jerked his head up.

“You okay?” he asked. Being so close to your due date he’d been even jumpier than usual. Every twitch you gave had him dashing to your side ready to go.

“It’s fine, I’ve still got another week,” you said, rubbing his arms affectionately. “I’ve read that false alarm contractions are pretty common as you get closer.”

You could feel Killer’s whole body loosen as he settled against the pillow, setting his chin back onto your shoulder. He still looked a bit nervous as he said, “If you say so, but if you feel anything else you tell me immediately okay?”

You turn and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, “I promise Noodle. Besides, we’ll be at the next island in a day or two. We’ll find the doctor there and everything will be fine.”

He nodded against your shoulder, arms tightening just enough to give a slight pressure without squeezing the baby, “Okay, everything will be fine,” he repeats, almost more to himself than to you. He’d been very precise with the navigator that when your labor started, you’d all be settled on an island with a doctor and not giving birth on the ship. The Victoria Punk was a majestic boat that had survived several battles but it was certainly not the hygienic, safe environment in which to bring a newborn infant.

“It’ll be fine,” he murmured again.

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“You have the stopwatch with you right?” Killer asked as he readjusted the helmet on his head. It’s morning now and he knows there’s plenty of duties he needs to get done, more so if he wants to get ahead of schedule enough to dedicate all his time to you at the next island.

“Yep, really Killer I’m telling you fake contractions are very normal,” you said. Killer had been tenacious in his studies as soon as he found out you were pregnant, bringing back piles of books and reading them through with you, sometimes making notes and underlining important topics in the pages. It was really very sweet but it had also quickly become overbearing. You knew he was just worried though, if anything you’d swear he was the one having a baby, not you.

“Okay but if you feel it again, time it, and if it’s five to seven minutes-“

“I’ll come and find you immediately,” you finish for him. “Killer don’t worry so much, we’ve got it all planned out.” You reached up to place a peck against his mask, his hands going to your stomach subconsciously. “Go be first mate, get stuff done. Me and the little munchkin will be here resting up.”

Killer sighed as his shoulders slumped in defeat, “Yes babe.” He’s worried true, but right now his heart feels full, the woman he loves carrying his child, things he thought he’d never have in his life and he’s thankful for them every day.

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You were settled in comfortably, reading one of the dozens of baby books that littered the nightstand. There had been a couple more ‘contractions’ and it was a little odd to be having this many so early. Checking all the chapters on early labor hadn’t made you feel much better, but your pregnancy had always been on calendar. You were practically a text book example, hitting each new checkpoint exactly when the books had said, so labor would still be a week away at least.

The rumble that came from your belly pulled you from your thoughts, it had been a few hours already since Killer started working. Maneuvering awkwardly to your feet, you padded from the cabin down the hallway toward the kitchen. When you had reached your door, a sharp pain split through your abdomen. That definitely wasn’t hunger, were fake contractions supposed to be that strong? You shoved the worries aside, chalking it up to the hungry baby inside you.

Heat and Kid were doing dishes in the kitchen, well, Heat mostly as Kid halfheartedly dried them. You were considering what to get for a snack before another contraction hit, this one strong enough to stop you in your tracks.

Oh, something was definitely wrong.

You clutched the side of the door frame as another splitting pain shot through your abdomen. Heat turned to look in concern, your groan drawing his attention. Sweat was beading on your brow and before you can catch your breath a sudden pressure dropped onto your lower back. Warmth spread and the sound of splashing reached your ears as your eyes widened in horror.

“Oh fuck…” Heat murmured.

Kid turned now too, only to make a face of disgust seeing the water spilling from your body, “Oh my god, did you just piss all over the floor? That’s fucking disgusting!”

You take a steadying breath before spitting back, “My water just broke you asshat!”

“Oh,” is all he manages, face dawning into comprehension as Heat rushed to your side. He throws down a dish towel on the spill and helps you into a chair.

“I’ll get Killer” he says as he rushes out.

Kid looked completely at a loss now, dishes abandoned as a very pregnant woman was still slightly dripping on the chair, and visibly trembling in pain.

“Uh- “he started, “Um, what should I- do you need anything like-“

“Kid” you cut him off mercifully, “just come here and hold my hand.”

“Yup,” he practically jumped to your side, careful to avoid the now damp towel on the floor and grabbed your hand with his human one.

“Just this?” he asked.

“Yes, just that.”

You settled down slightly, starting into the breathing techniques you and Killer had practiced countless times. In and out, in and out, long slow breaths. Kid fidgeted next to you, unsure how to help, and found himself talking again in an attempt to lighten the tense atmosphere.

“So uh, how long do I need to do this? You just like,” he made a vague motion with his metal hand, “pop it out right?”

“Kid.”

“Yeah huh?”

“Just, just shut the fuck up and let me breathe.”

Kid was saved from snapping back by Killer who nearly slammed into the doorframe to catch himself. He’s panting hard, even through the mask, with Heat right on his tail.

“Is it happening!?” he demands.

Kid turned to his friend, more than happy to pass off this responsibility, “I think so? I mean one second she’s fine, the next sh-shit ow!” the audible crack of finger bones breaking startles him as you squeeze his hand through a particularly intense contraction. Kid’s cursing nearly drowned out your own pained moan before he slammed the metal hand against the table.

“Fuck let go! I’ve only got one good hand left!” he screamed. As the pain passed you release his hand, which he yanks to himself, shooting a glare at you. Killer replaced him in a second, shoving Kid to the side much to his annoyance.

“How long between contractions?” he asked, voice frantic but obviously excited.

A few more calming breaths, you hadn’t really timed yourself this time but it seemed like the was a decent gap, “Not sure…I think, eight minutes? Maybe?”

He’s already whipped out his own stopwatch, “Okay, just let me know and I’ll time it, how are you feeling? Is it bad yet?”

You can’t help but chuckle in relief, Killer really was prepared for anything, “It’s bearable, we’ve still got some time-“

“Are we going to ignore that you crushed all my fingers just now?” Kid demanded.

Killer’s mask whipped around, ready to reprimand him, but you place a hand to his shoulder, wordlessly backing him down. You turned to Kid and locked eyes with him.

“Listen to me very carefully,” you said, and Kid flinched at the seriousness of your voice.

“I don’t think you understand what is happening right now,” you said, “What I’m about to do is essentially the equivalent of shitting a watermelon and even before that happens, even before I shit a goddamn watermelon Kid, I get to sit here and feel my insides rip themselves open slowly for at least six hours. And it’s just six hours if I’m lucky. So do you really wanna bitch about your bruised fingers right now? Right now?”

Kid opened his mouth but couldn’t find anything to say before closing it again with a stupefied look on his face. After about a minute of absorbing this horrifying knowledge he just nods his head.

“Okay, fair.”

With Kid metaphorically on board, Killer returned his attention to you.

“So it’s really happening now?” he asked.

“Her water broke,” Heat added.

“Are you seriou-NNfgh!” Killer flinched as you squeezed his hand, another contraction, but he starts the stopwatch, keeping a diligent eye on the timeface despite the pain shooting up his arm. Behind him Kid snorted, seeing Killer now on the receiving end of your iron grip.

“How long till we reach the island?” Killer choked out.

“We’ve still got at least nine or ten hours, we weren’t expecting to hit port until tonight,” Heat said.

The tension in your grip fades as the contraction passes and Killer slumps.

“No, no that’s not gonna work,” you said, “we need to get there sooner.”

“Well, I mean- “Heat stumbled, “let me check with the navigator.”

He leaves, and Killer takes your hand in both of his now, stroking gently, “Babe, maybe we should get a space here ready too, just in case?”

His voice was gentle and coaxing, but he’s unsurprised when you reject the idea, “Absolutely not. I love you but we will not have our baby in the same place where Kid left a rotting body for three days just to prove a point to Heat.” You pointed to the very clear outline stained permanently into the floorboards.

“Oh yeah,” Kid snickered, “I won that fucking bet too.”

Killer sighed, scratching at the head of his helmet in frustration, “Okay well, shit, okay,” He rises and starts to pace, “I guess we just have to wait? Can you make it that long?”

“Yeah, It’ll be fine, we’ll be there before you even know i-augh!” the pain cuts you off as Killer clicked the stopwatch.

“Ten and a half minutes,” he said, “Gives us some time but it’s not a lot.” You nodded, attempting to get to your feet before plopping back into the chair, sending both Kid and Killer with hands out to catch you if necessary.

You waved them off, “Kid, go grab some of those baby books, they might have information how to slow this down.”

He grumbles but rises, striding from the room.

You call to him, “They’re in the top nightstand drawer!”

“Yeah, yeah I know,” he calls back.

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You sat for a while, Killer stroking your back and holding your hand as you continued into the breathing techniques. The time between contractions, while still at least ten minutes apart according to Killer, felt far too short before a fresh wave of pain rolled over you.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed before Heat returned, looking slightly relieved and holding something behind his back.

“Well?” Killer asked.

“The wind’s in our favor so we dropped every sail we have, as long as it stays that way, we can probably make it there an hour or two earlier than expected.”

Killer groaned, but you squeezed his hand in encouragement.

“It helps but it’s still a ways away,” he said.

“We don’t have a choice,” you said, “I can make it until then.”

“By the way,” Heat shifted awkwardly, pulling out what was behind his back, “wasn’t sure when to give this but a couple of us wanted to make a baby blanket.”

It was thickly stitched with patches of various color and design, but it was soft, and you tear up, “This is so sweet! Where do you guys find the fabric?”

He scratched at his head, “Some civilians of the last island ‘donated’ them to us.”

“‘Donated’?”

“Well, from their clothes. That they were wearing.”

Killer inspected a corner of a patch, “Is that blood?”

“Yeah don’t worry, that’ll wash out.”

You held the blanket to your chest, “It’s perfect, thank you Heat.”

Heat flushed, mumbling something inaudible, clearly not used to the attention. Killer turned to him.

“Hey did you see Kid?”

Heat straightened back up, “No I thought he was here with you two?”

Killer scratched at his helmet, “The hell, he was just supposed to grab the books.” He turned to you, “just wait here, I’m going to see what he’s doing.”

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He managed to find Kid, sitting cross legged on the floor with his nose buried in a book. All of the baby books were scattered around him, lying half open or tossed haphazardly. Kid’s head snapped up, hearing Killer enter, and his face looked absolutely haunted.

“Dude, have you read this shit?” Kid asked.

“Yes, several times. Kid what are you doing? You were supposed to bring the books back.”

Kid placed the book down, eyes still wide and he looks as though he’s aged ten years, “I mean, holy shit?” he said, “I-… I’ve seen some pretty nasty stuff but that is just-it’s…” He shuddered, unable to voice the trauma of what he’d just read.

Killer sighed, nudging Kid with his foot as he gathered up an armful of books, “Just come on already.”

“I mean what the fuck? People do that? Why can’t they just, I don’t know, lay an egg or some shit?”

“You know that’s literally how you were born.”

“Still,” Kid said, “it’s fucking gross.”

They returned to the kitchen where you and Heat were engrossed in conversation over the blanket. He was pointing to a square of blue cloth.

“That one actually came from some rich dude at the last port, so it’s probably good material.”

“What about this one?” you gestured to a pink square with an elegant pattern.

“Oh yeah, that guy was a dick.”

Kid wordlessly rushed forward, clasping your shoulders in his hands and staring down at you now with the sympathy of a fellow soldier holding a dying friend.

“You’ll be okay, we’ll get that thing out of you,” his voice was more serious than you’d heard it before.

“I- Thanks?”

Kid nodded in resolution, giving your shoulders a soft squeeze before he let go. Killer had dumped the books on the table and was flipping through them.

“Shit,” Killer said, “there’s a lot of ways to speed up labor but not to slow it down,” he gave the last book an agitated slam shut.

Kid looked around the kitchen, visibly searching for ideas, “How about we get her drunk?”

Two smacks, one from Heat one from Killer, followed immediately upside Kid’s head. He cursed loudly and rubbed at the sore spot.

“Fine! Fuck! I’m just trying to help here! What about food?”

Killer smacked upside his head again, more on instinct than anything, before he paused, “…Actually that’s not a bad idea.”

“Fuck you!” Kid screamed.

You groaned, food sounded like the least appealing thing as your stomach swirled and you said as much.

“I think at this point,” Heat said, “we just have to stay distracted long enough to get to shore…”

With the sun still high in the sky, the idea of waiting that long was impossible, but Heat was right, there wasn’t another option.

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By the time the sky was just beginning to darken, those hours had felt like the longest in your life. Contractions were now four minutes apart and Killer had become increasingly frantic with no sight of the island in sight.

They had managed to kill an hour with Kid reading through his hit list, featuring occasional explanations on why a particular person was going to die exceptionally slowly, until Killer had decided discussing murder methods probably wasn’t great for you or the baby.

As your contractions grew in pain and shortened in rest time, the kitchen was echoing loud groans of pain every few minutes. Kid kept a wide berth from you, protecting the few human fingers he had left, as Killer took the brunt of your crushing grip. During a particularly rough minute, Killer, needing some way to alleviate his own pain, gripped Kid’s shoulder, effectively creating a train of pain. Wire had appeared in the doorway, alerted by the screaming of you and Kid, but seeing what was actually happening, turned around and left before he could be pulled in.

After what felt like a lifetime the merciful cry of “Land!” was heard, and you could’ve cried with relief.

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The Victoria Punk nearly crashed into port in its haste as the dead of night was broken abruptly by lanterns lighting and men shouting from the ship. The town was clearly prosperous, you could see it in the pristine white walled houses that lined the cobblestone walkways. A place like this would normally be a prime target to loot and burn, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

Kid leaped from deck to shore before the gangplank had been pulled, followed by Killer carrying you bridal style.

“Watch the ship! We’ll be back!” Kid called to whomever was within earshot on board.

As the two men sprinted down the street, spurred on by your increasing groans of discomfort, both come to the realization that neither knows where the other is going. The houses are nearly identical and mostly likely residential, with tall trees and manicured gardens blocking sight of the roads ahead. Kid swerved to the nearest house, banging against the front door hard enough to splinter it, “Wake up! Where’s the doctor? We got a delivery!”

When the door looked ready to crack in two, its opened by a very disgruntled and sleepy middle-aged man, who took one look before screaming.

“Eu-Eu-Eutass Kid!”

The door slammed shut, followed by several clicks of locks.

Kid turned with a satisfied smirk, “Look at that,” he jerked a thumb at the door, chest puffed in pride, “I’ve got some reputation here.”

“Kid!” you and Killer demanded in unison.

“Right, yup, shitting a watermelon.”

At the next house, Killer pulled back Kid before he approached the door, “Let me this time.” He set you gingerly to the ground, making sure you were steady on your feet before knocking more politely. After a minute or two, a bedraggled looking young man opened the door. His eyes shot open as he processed the men and woman before him and motions to shut the door, but Killer is quicker, planting a foot in the entrance to hold it open.

“Listen,” he grabbed the man by his silk robe before he can run, “my girl is about to have my baby, we just need to know where the doctor in this town is.”

“Y-You can’t t-tell me what to do, pirates!” he’d admit, this guy had some guts, but Killer was in no mood. He was about to unleash a scythe to help make him talk before your voice caught his ears.

“Look here buddy!” clearly you were in no mood either, “I am crowning as we speak, so either you tell us where to find a doctor, or I hike up my dress, squat down, and have the baby right here on your goddamn lawn!”

If it were even possible, the man’s eyes widened more, a hand to his mouth in horror. Lights from neighboring houses were beginning to flicker on to see what the commotion was.

“O-Oh- “the man muttered, “Oh no- no no no! Do not do that!”

“I’m gonna do it so help me!” you screamed.

“She’ll do it,” Killer reiterated.

“Where’s your fucking doctor!?” Kid bellowed from the sidewalk.

A loud groan of agony ripped from you, and seeing you reach down to gather up your skirt, the man finally snapped to action.

“Okay! Okay, just, don’t do that!” he grabbed your hands away from your clothes, but released them immediately seeing the deadly glare Kid had sent. Hands raised in submission, he continued, “the doctor’s not far, just go down the road here and-“

A large solid metal hand clasped his shoulder and cuts him off. The grip is anything but friendly as Kid’s lips stretched into a manic grin.

“Oh no, you’re gonna take us there buddy.”

Even in the lamplight, the man’s skin has dropped three shades paler, “I-I…”

Once Killer stands behind him, trapped between these two wanted pirates, he knows he doesn’t have a choice.

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When they reached the doctor’s house, said physician, a wrinkled little old man of at least sixty, saw the pained look on your face and the straining swell of stomach and immediately pulled you in without question. With a strength surprising to his age, the doctor had pushed back Kid and Killer, keeping them in the adjacent room while he phoned to a nurse and got you settled. Your unlucky escort had managed to slip away in the chaos, most likely returning to the safety of his home.

Kid and Killer now sat awkwardly in the small quaint waiting room, the nurse having already arrived and sounds of increasing discomfort echoing from through the door. Killer had his helmed head in his hands, knee bouncing erratically as Kid tried to find something to say to help his friend. Another cry ripped from the doctor’s room, making them both flinch. Kid fiddled with the metallic end of this prosthetic fingers as a thought dawned on him for the first time.

“Killer…you’re gonna be a dad.”

Killer barely muffled the snort that left him as he picked his head up, “Did you just now realize that?”

“No! I just- “he struggled around for the right words, “…it’s all gonna be different now, won’t it?”

“Probably.”

Kid’s eyes returned back to his hands; brow furrowed. The silence between them stretched, broken only by the carnal noises that came muffled through the other room. Killer looked toward his closest friend, head still bowed in thought, and agreed in his head. It would be different now, as soon as he walked through that door and met this new child that would become the center of his life, things never would be the same. Even their day to day sailing that seemed so simple would change. And he realized now that Kid was thinking the same thing.

“Kid.”

He grunted in response.

“It’ll be different but, in a good way.” Killer said, “just think of it like…getting a new crew member.”

Kid barked in laughter, “A useless crewmember.” Killer shot him a look, “Sorry,” Kid continued, “you know what I mean.”

Killer sighed and rested his head against the wall behind him.

“At least they won’t be alone,” Kid said.

Killer turned to him, though Kid kept his face down, but he knew what he meant. He remembered how hard it had been growing up alone and on his own, and how things had gotten just a bit easier after meeting Kid. Remembered how hard it was even with the two of them, just to get by and put food in their stomachs, to not get mugged or killed, and even if something happened there would be no one to mourn that loss except the other. But this child, they wouldn’t have to know that suffering, the pain of trying to sleep in the freezing night while your body cried out for food and warmth. They would never be alone or abandoned like them. Kid met his stare now; his eyes were deep in some long-forgotten memory.

“No,” Killer said, “they won’t. Never.”

Kid nodded, a silent promise.

The moment broke when the door cracked open, the doctor’s wrinkled face peeking through, “Which of you is the father again?”

Killer sprang to his feet.

“Come with me, you’ve got someone to meet,” the doctor said and returned into the room.

Killer moved forward but sent one look back at his friend before he walked through the door. Anyone else wouldn’t see the slightest tremor in his arms, but Kid wasn’t anyone.

“Go on,” he gave Killer a lop-sided grin, “go meet your new brat and be gross with Y/N.”

Even through the mask, Killer’s grin could be felt, “Thanks.”

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When Lady Tsunade asked to see her in the hokage’s office on a Saturday morning, Rei wasn’t quite sure what else she had expected. Word travels fast in Konoha, and even faster among the hospital staff. The hokage was bound to find out eventually. Still, Rei had hoped—naively so—that she would have been granted just a little more time. She wasn’t ready for this. Not yet. She wondered for a moment if she could just feign sickness, a sorry excuse to avoid confrontation. Standing over the sink now, hands shaking and face pale, she knew she wouldn’t have to try very hard to begin with.

But no. She could not procrastinate any longer. Time refused to stop for her and her indecision. The sooner she got this over with, the better. Gritting her teeth, Rei forced herself to move, to reach for her toothbrush in the cup by the sink. Her trembling hands betrayed her, however, and her faulty grip led to a domino effect of clutter spilling across the counter and onto the floor. Rei cursed under her breath and scrambled awkwardly, clumsily, to grab as much as she could. Bottles of mouthwash and shaving cream, razors and makeup brushes and toothpaste, all tumbled down with a chaotic crash.

Immediately, Kakashi skidded into the doorway with a frantic look on his face. “Rei, what happened? Are you okay?” he asked. Before she could even answer, he swooped in to help her gather their things. His movements were so quick, so decisive. A stark contrast to the way Rei’s limbs warped and lagged.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it” Rei muttered sourly. “Just me fucking shit up again, per usual.”

Kakashi frowned. “What did you even do?” he asked, and Rei couldn’t tell whether he was disappointed or concerned. Either way, her blood boiled at the inquiry.

“All I was trying to do was brush my dumbass teeth, but our bathroom is such a fucking catastrophe, I just—augh!” she groaned, and slammed her forehead against the edge of the counter in defeat.

“You were…going to brush your teeth before breakfast…?” Kakashi cocked a brow.

Rei paused, blinked. “I swear to fuck” she muttered under her breath. She clenched her jaw and reached up toward the counter so as to slam the toothbrushes violently back into their cup.

Kakashi sighed and shook his head. Over the past few days, something had changed within his fiancée. Her mind had grown so cloudy, her acuity blunt and hazy. Even the most basic of tasks required utmost care and concentration and even then, she still faltered. He hated seeing her like this. She was a captain of the ANBU black ops, for heaven’s sake. He knew she was better than this. Helping her back up to her feet, Kakashi frowned and asked, “Rei, what’s gotten into you?”

The question infuriated her. What had gotten into her? How dare he even ask. Shoving him away, she spat, “Your fucking sperm is what’s gotten into me, Kakashi.” Anger rose up in the back of her throat and her head had started to pound. She could feel her rapid heartbeat in her hot, ringing ears. As she stormed off toward the dresser, the whole world warped technicolor. The floor swayed beneath her and the walls vortexed and she suddenly felt as if her brain had astral projected straight out of her skull. She reached a hazy hand out to the nearest piece of furniture in an attempt to steady herself, her knees buckling beneath her weight, but found herself stumbling into Kakashi’s strong arms instead. He guided her to the bed and sat her down gently on the edge.

Rei vibrated with urgency, eyes darting around the room in an attempt to discern what needed to be done next. All her thoughts jumbled into radio static. Kakashi took hold of her trembling hands, squeezing them lightly in reassurance. Toshio lumbered nearer to rest his head by her side. A small whimper pushed it’s way through Rei’s nose as her heart picked up the pace, rattling against her ribs. Every nerve in her body tingled and numbed.

“Rei, just breathe” Kakashi murmured, brushing the bangs back out of her face. He wondered if her anxiety attacks were worse now than ever before, if the pregnancy hormones had only enhanced the inner chaos.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Kakashi” she spat.

“I’m only trying to help” Kakashi frowned.

“I don’t need your help” she replied, even though she knew that was a lie. This loss of independence, this spinning in her head and pounding in her chest, only emphasized the cognitive dissonance screaming in her subconscious. She squeezed Kakashi’s hand, begged her body to move, but she was paralyzed.

“Rei, just tell me what’s going on” Kakashi said. “What’s gotten you so worked up?” And that was the other point of contention: Rei had not told Kakashi of what was to come that morning. She had received Lady Tsunade’s summon the morning after the doctor’s appointment. Kakashi had been away on a low-rank mission; she had intended to tell him when he got home, but she couldn’t stomach speaking it into existence. She knew deep down that if she tried to verbalize what was being asked of her, the promise of the ultimate confrontation, all she would produce was anxious vomit. Rei had no other choice but to swallow it down, keep it to herself, in hopes that her own avoidance might make it disappear. Realistically, she knew that it would not.

“K-Kakashi…” Rei finally croaked after a long stretch of silence. Kakashi looked to her expectantly. She swallowed back her fear now, forced herself to power onward. “Lady Tsunade asked me to see her this morning. I know exactly what’s going on. She knows, Kakashi. Sh-she has to know. And…and I don’t think I can handle it. I don’t think I can handle any of this…!”

“Shh, Rei, it’s okay” Kakashi whispered, cupping her face in his hand. He caressed her cheek softly with his thumb. “You have nothing to worry about, I promise. Everything is going to be fine.”

“Y-You keep saying that, Kakashi, but how can you know?” Rei exclaimed, borderline hysterical. “Kakashi, I’m barely even functional anymore by myself, let alone dealing with something like this! I don’t know what the fuck is wrong, I don’t know what’s going on, I just—Kakashi, I can’t do this”—here, she pounded her fist against her thigh in frustration. “I can’t do any of this.” Her voice cracked and her eyes glossed over, threatening tears. Her lower lip quivered and she gagged into the palm of her hand, her breathing desperate and unsteady. Kakashi quickly climbed up onto the bed beside her and pulled her into his arms. He could feel the haphazard beat of her heart, the anxious shivers slowly creeping over her body. “I don’t know how I’m going to do this, Kakashi. What if Lady Tsunade is pissed at me? Sh-she’s going to be so pissed at me. I-I made a promise, and now I have to break it. A-and how am I supposed to tell my team?! Oh god, th-they’re never going to forgive me! I said I would guide them, a-and now…now I have to break that promise, too. I just…I feel so fucking out of control, I can’t get a fucking grip on anything. I-I can’t focus. I can’t do anything right, I just—Kakashi, please…”

Pursing his lips, Kakashi hugged Rei even closer to his chest, raked his fingers through her tangled hair. His lips brushed against her sweaty forehead. “Just take one thing at a time, Rei” he whispered. “You don’t have to do everything all at once.”

Rei shook her head. “Th-that doesn’t mean anything” she argued, wiggling around uncomfortably in his arms. “I need a plan, Kakashi. I need…I need to fucking focus, but…but I can’t even do that right!” Defeated, she buried her face in his chest, clung to his shirt with a white-knuckle grip. “I just feel so out of control…I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Kakashi asked. He wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that.

Rei pulled back, wiped the tears from her face. “Kakashi, I don’t feel like myself anymore” she admitted. She kept her eyes firmly locked on his sternum, knowing that if she dared to meet his gaze, she would completely lose it. Her hand skated down to her stomach, pressed her palm gently against the waist of her pants. “I just…I feel like my body doesn’t belong to me anymore. I just feel…so fucking weird. I can’t focus, I can’t think. I feel different, a-and I look different…”

“I don’t think you look any different” Kakashi assured her. And truly, he didn’t. She was still the same bright, beautiful woman he woke up to every morning. If nothing else, the knowledge of her pregnancy somehow made her even more beautiful to him—though even he wasn’t sure how that was possible.

Rei’s crooked teeth bit down on her chapped lower lip. “N-No, you don’t get it, Kakashi” she shook her head. “I look at myself in the mirror and…and I’m starting to not even recognize myself. I-I feel like I’m in someone else’s body, I-I don’t know…” Her voice quivered with equal parts fear and confusion, as if she was struggling to even put these feelings into words.

Kakashi furrowed his brows. “Rei, that doesn’t really make any sense” he replied. He hated that he didn’t understand it, but he hated even more seeing her hysterical over something so abstract and overblown. “Rei, you’re just the same as you always were. The only difference is that your body is doing something incredible. But just because things are changing, that doesn’t mean you have to lose yourself in the process. Does that make sense?”

That’s easy for you to say, Rei thought to herself. You’re not the one metamorphosizing.

“Come on” Kakashi then said, rising to his feet. He extended a hand to help Rei up. “Let’s go get something to eat and then I’ll walk you to the hokage office.”

Rei shook her head. “I’m not hungry” she replied. Not even five seconds later, her stomach retaliated with a monstrous growl. Rei dropped her gaze to the floor, pursed her lips, cursed her body. Kakashi lifted her to her feet and guided her to the kitchen, sitting her down at the table before making her a bowl of tamago kake gohan.

He watched her poke at the raw egg yolk with her chopsticks, knees drawn up to her chest and a look of defeat on her face. Toshio whimpered at her side, desperate for a taste. “Rei, you need to eat” he told her.

“How the fuck do you even expect me to eat at a time like this, Kakashi?” Rei asked. “I told you, I’m not hungry. And even if I was, I wouldn’t be able to keep anything down anyway. Do you really want me to puke all over the hokage’s office? Do you really want me to make things ten times worse? Because honestly, just looking at this shit is making me want to puke.” She stabbed the tip of her chopstick into the egg yolk, watched it explode and flow over the rice like a mucusy tsunami. Pressing her hand to her mouth, she shoved the bowl across the table and swallowed back the gag pressing into her throat.

Sighing, Kakashi rubbed his temples and dropped his shoulders in defeat. He hated that she had a point. He knew her stomach had been finicky lately. He knew she had no control over when and where she felt sick. And at a time like this, she really didn’t need any more stress on her shoulders. And yet he couldn’t stand the thought of letting her go hungry.

Before he could protest further, Rei leapt to her feet and began tugging on her sandals at the front door. “I have to go, I’m going to be late” she croaked. Toshio followed close behind her, stamping his feet with impatient excitement.

“Let me go with you” Kakashi said, approaching. Rei simply shook her head and extended a hand out to halt him.

“No, Kakashi” she insisted. “I-I need to do this on my own.” As much as she appreciated the offer, and deep down truly wanted Kakashi there, she didn’t want to have to depend on him constantly. Kakashi’s face fell. Clearly he was uncomfortable with the thought of her doing this by herself. He promised to be there for her every step of the way, hadn’t he? But how could he be expected to keep his promise if she kept pushing him away? The look of defeat on his face broke Rei’s heart but meant nothing to what she had to do. Her face softened only slightly, a bittersweet smile flickering across her lips, as she assured him, “Don’t worry. It’ll be fine, right? Besides, I’ll have Toshio with me.” She reached down to scratch behind the dog’s ear, and Toshio barked in happy agreement. At least Kakashi could take solace in that.

With a defeated sigh, he slowly came nearer to tenderly kiss her forehead. “Just promise me one thing” he whispered, fingers tangled in her hair.

Rei swallowed hard, anxious. “What…?” she croaked. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. She didn’t want him to ask anything more of her, to add more weight to her burden.

Kakashi tilted her head up to face him, whispered, “Promise me that you’ll at least eat something when you get home.”

Dropping her eyes to the ground, Rei gave a single nod. “I will” she whispered. Then, without another word, she turned to leave.

The hokage’s office felt all at once vast and suffocating as Rei knocked on the door and slipped inside. Tsunade looked up from her stacks of paperwork and smiled. “Just the person I wanted to see” she said and set the documents aside.

Rei gulped back her fear and forced a smile. Toshio nudged her hand, urged her forward. She was grateful to have him by her side at a time like this. “So, what did you need to see me for?” she asked with forced casualness.

“Rei, I think you know” Tsunade replied, cocking a brow. Her manicured fingers trailed her desk then and held up a lab report from among the pile. “I received word from the hospital a few days ago about your most recent appointment. Congratulations.”

“Th-thank you” Rei croaked.

“Now, as I’m sure you’re well aware, you can’t continue your ANBU duties in your current condition” Tsunade continued.

Rei shook her head in understanding. “I know, which is why I’ve decided—”

“You’ll just have to go on light duty in the meantime” Tsunade interrupted. Rei froze, shellshocked.

“L-Light duty…?” she asked slowly, cautiously. A part of her wasn’t even sure if she had heard her correctly.

Tsunade nodded. “That’s right. We sure as hell can’t have you out in the field while pregnant. You’d endanger both your life and that of the child’s. But I can’t expect you to just give up your entire career. After all, something tells me this wasn’t exactly planned…”

The insinuation, while correct, sent a shiver down Rei’s spine. “It’s, uh…it’s complicated” she muttered, dropping her gaze. She really didn’t have time to get into the specifics right now, nor did she want to. Lady Tsunade didn’t need to know.

“I’ve already looked into your options” Tsunade continued, “and I think you’d be a perfect fit for the records department, given your history with filing at the bookshop.”

Rei found herself nodding on her own accord. Somehow just automatically accepting the offer. It wasn’t even that she was against working in records, either. She knew she had a knack for filing, and she enjoyed being around binders and old books. There was something deeply satisfying about the organizational aspect of it all, of the intricate coding system, the smell of yellowed paper and stale ink. And yet there was still one more point of contention nagging at the back of her mind. “What about my ANBU team?”

Tsunade heaved a sigh and her once-pleased expression fell. “That’s something I’m going to have to figure out” she replied honestly. “Your pregnancy does create a bit of a rift in the black ops, but that’s not your problem to worry about. You have far more important things at hand. Still, if you can think of anyone to take your place in the meantime, by all means.” Here, she motioned with her hand as if to silently encourage Rei to pose her suggestions.

“Well…I do have one person in mind” Rei muttered, “but…when you say in the meantime…?”

Tsunade blinked. “I mean until you’re off maternity leave. You do intend to return to duty once your child is born, don’t you?”

Rei toed the ground anxiously. “Honestly, I didn’t know I was allowed to.”

“Of course you’re allowed to!” Tsunade exclaimed. A light laugh bubbled up from her chest. “You act like you’re the first ANBU to ever get pregnant.”

“Well, I don’t know of anyone else who has” Rei explained. “I didn’t think…I don’t know. I thought my career was over.”

“Your career is definitely not over. Not unless you want it to be, that is” Tsunade replied. Rei hated to admit that the hokage’s words had alighted something in her. Kakashi’s insistence that she quit her job still hung heavy in the back of her mind, but at least now she knew that that was not the only option. That maybe, just maybe, she could have the best of both worlds after all. Spreading her hands out across her desk then, Tsunade pursed her lips and said, “Now, about your replacement.”

Rei sucked in a sharp breath as she made her way to the ANBU headquarters. She wasn’t sure if she could do this, any of this. She didn’t think she could walk in there, face her comrades, gather her things from her locker, confront the situation at hand. While she knew now that this did not have to be permanent, that meant nothing for the fact that she would still have to leave anyway. She only hoped her subordinates would be kind. After all, she truly had not planned for this.

Toshio nudged the door open for her, guided her down the dark and narrow hallways to the locker rooms underground. He helped steady her on the stairs, ensuring that he would catch her should she stumble and fall, and barked a hello at the ninja behind the barred supply counter. The man did not acknowledge them, but Rei wondered if he was smiling beneath his mask. Toshio seemed to have that effect on people. He could crack a smile from even the most stoic.

The halls were nearly empty save for a few shinobi making their way to the briefing room or the holding cells. Rei wasn’t sure which would have been better: this, where no one could see her deliberate, or a crowded room where she could hide among the many. She shuffled toward the locker room and the whole world began to spin. As her hand hovered over the doorknob, her stomach lurched and she was positive she was about to be sick. Not now, fuck, she thought, leaning forward against the wall and attempting to steady her breath. Every worst-case scenario cycled through her head at warp speed, taunting her. She became grossly aware of the flashing red exit sgins at the end of each hall, feeling their existence boring holes into her back. She couldn’t do this. She needed fresh air, freedom, an escape.

“Rei?” a voice then called from behind, and Rei’s entire body went icy. She turned slowly, cracking a faint smile at Yugao standing at the mouth of the hall. Before she could even say anything, Yugao surged forward and wrapped Rei in a tight hug. “I’ve been so worried about you! You should’ve kept in touch with me while you were gone.”

“S-sorry” Rei croaked. “I’ve, uh…I’ve had a lot going on.”

“Are you okay? Is everything okay?” Yugao asked, leaning back to get a better look at her captain’s face. “You look terrible” she then added, noting the pallor in Rei’s face, the dark circles under her eyes, the tremble of her hands.

Rei nodded, dropping her gaze and raking her fingers through her bangs. “Yeah, I’m alright. I just…can we talk?”

“Yeah, of course” Yugao affirmed, and motioned for Rei and Toshio to follow her into the locker room.

Everything about this place suddenly disgusted Rei. She felt her stomach churn as she slipped inside, assaulted by the strong smell of floral perfumes and the sight so many naked women. Even though she knew, realistically, that they were all preoccupied, Rei couldn’t help but feel like all eyes were on her. She could feel them hone into her presence, ears pricked up like dogs just waiting for the tiniest morsel of juicy gossip. By now, word of Rei’s questionable state had surely circulated through the black ops. She hated to think of what kinds of rumors hung over her head now, a black cloud heavy with purpose, as she waded her way even deeper into the swamp.

Yugao guided Rei toward her locker, propping it open as she got ready. “So what did you need to talk to me about?” she asked and though her tone was bright and eager, Rei could sense a hint of uncertainty lurking under the surface. As if Yugao somehow knew there was something wrong. Rei wondered if she bought into the rumors herself. She hoped her lieutenant would be a little more discerning but Yugao was only human. Besides, she had already known of Rei and Kakashi’s previous plans.

Rei tangled her fingers in Toshio’s thick fur as her eyes skimmed the crowd, feeling completely surveilled. She wished there was someplace more private where they could speak, but beggars can’t be choosers. With her back to the rest of the kunoichi, Rei lowered her voice and said, “Yugao, I need to ask a favor of you.”

Yugao met Rei’s face with wide-eyed anxiety. “O-Of course. Anything.”

Rei sucked in a deep breath. She couldn’t look at her. Not now. “Some things have come up. Some, uh…unexpected things, and I…I need you to take over my captain’s duties. Temporarily, but…still.”

The request, as expected, shocked Yugao. “Y-You need me to wh--? Wait, why? Rei, what’s going on? What happened?” An anxious nausea rose into the back of Yugao’s throat. Something was wrong, she could feel it. She rested a hand on Rei’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “Rei, what happened?”

She didn’t expect to feel so vulnerable, but Rei’s emotions quickly got the better of her. Her throat tightened and tears pricked at the back of her eyes. The weight of the past few days bore down even heavier upon her shoulders. “Yugao, I…” Rei started, voice choked and meek. Yugao tightened her grip, hardened her gaze, desperate. Squeezing her eyes shut tight, Rei forced the words out of her mouth, a confession. “I’m pregnant” she gasped.

Yugao immediately recoiled, her face falling. “Rei, you’re…” she whispered in disbelief. Rei nodded, wrapping her arms around her waist as if in defense. “A-are you…I mean…was this planned?”

“N-Not exactly” Rei said sheepishly. “It was an accident, I guess things just got out of hand, I don’t know…”

“Well, of course you can’t continue working like this” Yugao said. “Are you okay with that?”

“I’ve made my peace with it” Rei lied. “Lady Tsunade said I could work in records until the baby is born, which should be fine. I just…I don’t want you guys to think I’m abandoning you.”

“No, no, of course not” Yugao shook her head. “I don’t feel that way. Things happen. I get it. Are you…I mean, are you happy?”

A small smile touched Rei’s lips, though even she wasn’t sure how genuine it was. “It’s just…it’s a lot all at once” she finally answered. Toshio nuzzled her hand, licked at her fingertips, sensing her silent distress.

Yugao nodded empathetically. “Of course” she whispered. To say that she was shocked by this new development was an understatement. Certainly Yugao had her assumptions, as did everyone, but now that Rei’s pregnancy was confirmed, she couldn’t help but wonder what this meant moving forward. She watched as Rei ultimately turned toward her own locker a few doors down, swung it open, and began gathering her things. Something wary and desperate began to take root in Yugao’s chest as she watched Rei’s locker gradually empty. “R-Rei…?” she finally asked. Rei paused, turned to look at her. “You are going to come back, right…?”

“O-Of course…” Rei replied. “Why wouldn’t I?” She refused to revisit Kakashi’s words, to linger on his insistences. Tsunade had given her a choice. The hokage almost even expected Rei to return. She had options. This was not the end.

Yugao dropped her gaze, shook her head. “I don’t know, I just…want to make sure” she muttered. “Having a baby is a big responsibility. I’m not…well, how can you be sure you would even want to return to work after all of this?”

Rei hated that she even had to consider Yugao’s point in the first place. Deep down, she didn’t know. Motherhood was a vast expanse of uncertainty and fear. From this point forward, Rei would be responsible for a little human life, fully dependent on her and her alone. She wanted to believe that there was a way to juggle both, to have one foot firmly planted on each road, but was that even realistic? Rei didn’t know. And quite frankly, she couldn’t stomach considering it further. Narrowing her eyes, she definitively replied, “I’m sure.” Even if she wasn’t, she needed Yugao to believe that she was. Rei herself needed to believe that she was.

Before any more could be said, the bell crackled over the loudspeakers calling everyone in for the morning briefing. Yugao and Rei exchanged panicked looks as the other kunoichi frantically strapped their gauntlets to their arms and fastened their shoes to their feet, stumbling and swarming out into the hallway. Yugao fed Rei a sheepish smile, asked, “So what now?”

Hugging her belongings to her chest, Rei’s eyes drifted toward the door as she croaked, “Now I just have to tell everyone else.”

Rei stood at the back of the briefing room, her belongings crumpled at her feet, as Meishu gruffly outlined the night shift’s happenings. She kept a hand firmly on Toshio at all times, scratching the back of his neck and massaging the tip of his velvety ear. In the pit of her chest, she felt the nagging weight of her own disattention but had to remind herself: what was the point? It wasn’t like this was going to have any importance on her day moving forward. She was not on duty.

Her eyes skated to Team Ku seated a few feet ahead of her and her heart ached. They sat rigid with a unanimous tension, as if they knew something was about to break. An eerie feeling in the pit of their chests, a buzzing in the air. Every so often, Rei swore she caught Arai glance at her over her shoulder. In those deep amethyst eyes, there was nothing but sharp suspicion.

And then Meishu dismissed everyone for their daily assignments, and Rei had no other choice. She clenched her fists at her sides, swallowed her fear, and strode forward.

“Where the hell have you been?” Arai smirked, suppressing laughter. “What happened? Did you have to get your stomach pumped or something?”

“I knew it had to be something serious” Hitsuji shivered. “Are you better now? You’re not contagious anymore, are you?” A small sneeze squeaked out of him, sniffling at Toshio’s allergic presence.

“You look absolutely awful” Sukui complained. He reached back to pick up a strand of Rei’s limp, red hair off her shoulder, loosened from her ponytail. Frowning, she swatted him away.

“No, I’m fine” Rei replied curtly. “Everything is fine.”

“Oh yeah? You don’t sound fine” Kikkake snarked. “What’s with your clothes, anyway?” He motioned to her outfit, to the navy blue tunic with the full, turquoise sleeves and gold trim on the collar, the fabric faded and hem fraying from years of use.

Sukui made a stink face and shook his head. “Retail therapy would’ve done you well, that’s for sure” he commented.

“No, it’s not that” Kikkake said, waving dismissively to his comrade. Stalking forward, he stared down at Rei like a predator zeroing in on his prey. Unforgiving. “If everything was fine, you’d be in your uniform like the rest of us. The fact that you’re not means something is wrong. It means that you’re not actually at work today, are you? You’re here for a reason, and it’s not because you’re no longer sick.” Toshio’s upper lip curled into a growl.

Hitsuji tensed, gripping the edge of the table tightly. “It’s worse than we thought, isn’t it?” he cried. “Is it Cyclospora? Gallstones? Cancer?!”

Rei sighed and rubbed at her aching forehead. “Guys, please…” she whined. Her stomach churned and her hands felt numb and something within the pit of her chest lurched, anxious. She gripped at the waist of her dress in hopes that it might ground her.

“Well?” Arai asked, cocking a brow. “Spit it out, boss. What’s the deal?”

“Yeah, Rei, fess up” Kikkake spat. “What’s the matter with you?”

Hitsuji covered his nose and mouth with his hand, his heart pounding out of his chest. “P-Please tell me you’re not contagious.”

“Can you guys calm down?” Yugao asked. Then, meeting Rei’s gaze, she said much softer, “Go ahead, Rei. Tell them what’s going on.”

The room was suddenly far too loud and far too bright. The air conditioner hummed overhead, the blast of cold air giving Rei goosebumps, and yet sweat beaded at the small of her back and underneath her bangs. Her subordinates faces blurred and melded together, desperate and angsty and scared. Rei’s throat tightened and her nose tingled and a sour taste filled her mouth and oh my god she was going to be sick. Their rapid inquiries pounded in her head—Come on, tell us. What are you waiting for? What’s going on? Rei, what’s wrong? What the fuck are you doing? What’s going on? You’re wasting time! Just spit it out! What have you done? Tell us, tell us, tell us, tell us. Squeezing her eyes shut tight, she clenched her fist tighter around the fabric and shouted, “I’m fucking pregnant, okay?!”

The whole room fell silent. Even the few shinobi who had hung back, going over battle plans and studying assignments, paused and slowly looked toward Rei. And while the confession had released the weight of anticipation off her shoulders, it was now quickly replaced with something much worse: the fear of their reception.

Team Ku sat in stunned silence for a long while before finally, Arai burst out in incredulous laughter. “That’s real fucking funny, boss! Now come on, tell us what’s really going on.” Rei pursed her lips and dropped her gaze to the ground. She wasn’t sure what else she could even say. All the potential sentences tangled in her throat, strangling her. Her silence only enhanced the weight of her confession, clarified the reality. “Captain Rei…come on. That can’t really be it, is it?” Arai asked. Her faith was steadily draining. When Rei still said nothing else, Arai recoiled in shock. “No fucking way…” she murmured.

“A-are you sure?” Hitsuji asked. Rei caught his eyes skate down to her stomach, as if questioning the validity based on the size of her belly. Rei shot him a fierce glare that told him that she was, in fact, sure.

“Well, this is just fucking stupdendous” Kikkake complained, leaning back against the table in defeat. “And what do you expect to become of us now, huh? You had a responsibility to us, you know. You can’t just get off scot-free because you couldn’t keep your legs shut.”

“Kikkake!” Yugao shouted, slapping him hard on the arm. “Watch your mouth! This is still your captain you’re speaking to.” Kikkake, however, showed no remorse.

“Well, as much as I hate to agree with him, he does have a point” Sukui muttered, fingertip tapped to his chin. “What is going to become of us?”

“W-Well, I spoke with Lady Tsunade this morning and we decided on a temporary replacement” Rei replied cautiously, frantically. She kept her voice low, fearing that any louder might not only anger the beast but attract more unwanted attention.

Shaking her head, Arai leaned back in her chair and sucked her teeth in distaste. “Oh, great. Awesome. So you’re going to just leave us in the mud and pawn us off to some other tired sucker. Love that. Way to show you really care, Captain Rei.”

Hitsuji pursed his lips, furrowed his brows. “B-But you said temporary. That means you’ll be back, right?”

Rei gave a single nod. “That’s the plan” she replied. “I am not abandoning you guys.”

“Oh really?” Kikkake snapped. “Because that’s sure as hell what it feels like.”

“And how do you know you’ll actually come back, anyway?” Arai asked. “And even if you do, it’s never gonna be the same. You can’t just walk into battle with a kid sucking on your tit.”

“That would be pretty badass if she did, though” Sukui commented toward his comrade. Arai rolled her eyes, unimpressed.

Rei was beginning to lose her nerve now. She could feel her muscles tense and electrify, her heart pounding and a vicious anger rising up into her throat. Gritting her teeth, she pounded her fist against the table and glared at her subordinates. “Hey. I am still your fucking captain and I demand to be treated with respect. Is that understood? Like I said, I am not abandoning you guys. I will do everything in my fucking power to make sure that you are taken care of in my absence, and that I will come back. Have any of you ever thought for one second about how I feel about all of this? Have you ever thought of anyone but yourselves? Because this isn’t ideal for me, either, but this is just the way things are now and I’ll be damned if anyone, and I mean anyone, stands in the way of making this transition as smooth and unproblematic as humanly possible. Do I make myself fucking clear?”

Team Ku stared back at her with wide, silenced eyes. Hitsuji sat stock still, his grip tightening evermore on the table. Without even breaking eye contact, Sukui slowly leaned over to whisper to Arai, “They weren’t kidding when they said pregnant women were scary.”

Arai immediately clapped her hand over her comrade’s mouth, growling, “Good god, man, don’t anger it!”

Kikkake slapped both of them on the back of the head before asking, “So what about this temporary captain, huh? Who’s taking your place?”

Rei glanced across the room and fed Yugao a silent signal to step forward. With a definitive nod, she obliged. “That would be me” Yugao said with a slight wave.

“Oh, thank god!” Arai exclaimed, slumping in her chair in relief. As unpleasant an experience as all this was, at least they still had Yugao. Arai trusted her, almost even considered her more of a captain than Rei herself. In Yugao’s hands, Arai—and all the others, even—felt safe and capable. As if maybe this terrible turn of events wasn’t quite so terrible after all.

“I may not be able to go on missions with you guys anymore” Rei stated, “but that doesn’t mean I won’t be within your reach, either. I’ll, uh…I’ll probably be working in records during my maternity leave, so whenever you need me, I won’t be very far. Alright?”

The others all nodded halfheartedly, but it was still clear to Rei that they were not pleased. She glanced to Yugao, searching for some form of reassurance, but Yugao’s eyes turned instead to the clock. “Shit, we’re running late” she muttered under her breath. And with that, she whipped out the paperwork for the day’s assignment and began detailing their duties. Rei quickly felt their circle of inclusion close, an unrelenting pressure on her chest phasing her out of view. This was no longer her responsibility. She had no obligation to stick around and listen. Back pressed against the wall, she paused for only a moment to allow the weight of her new normal to crush her completely. Then, without another word, she scooped up her belongings and made her way to the door.

The hallway expanded and contracted before her as she swayed toward the stairwell, Toshio dutifully by her side. Time seemed to speed past her and she was powerless. Her chest ached with anxiety but her limbs felt heavy and uncooperative. She cursed herself under her breath as she begged herself to just fucking move. And all the while, her throat grew tight and sore with impending tears, swallowing back the monstrous cry threatening to rise up out of her.

And then, all at once, a weak hand took hold of her wrist and Rei’s body electrified. Toshio whipped around with a growl, immediately prepared to apprehend. For a moment, Rei expected—or perhaps even hoped—that it was Yugao but she knew full well that this was not her lieutenant’s grip. Toshio huffed and backed down. When Rei turned around, she was faced with none other than sheepish Hitsuji.

“C-Captain Rei, before you go, I just wanted to say one thing” he murmured. Rei cocked a brow, urging him to continue. Hitsuji forced himself to look up at her, a small smile touching his lips as he said, “Congratulations.”

Rei couldn’t help but smile softly, bittersweetly at this sweet, innocent boy. “Thank you” she whispered. “Now go get back inside. The others need you.” She hated to think of all the information he was missing by coming to speak with her. With a single nod, Hitsuji shot her one last reassuring smile before rushing back into the briefing room.

Rei managed to remain relatively composed until she exited the building. The sun sat hot and heavy in the sky overhead and the smell of summer rain filled the air. Rei pressed a hand to her tight chest, prayed for peace, before turning a dark corner and allowing herself to finally, ultimately break down.

She felt ridiculous for being so emotional—after all, there was no point in sobbing over something that needed to be done, right? Still, that heavy rock of despair lodged itself firmly in her chest. She swallowed back the rest of her sobs, wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand, straightened her back and stepped out into the sunlight. She struggled to keep her breathing steady as she walked home, one hand hugging her uniforms to her chest as the other clung to the thick fur at Toshio’s neck. She felt like a child, needy and vulnerable. She felt pathetic.

And all the while, her eyes drifted to scenes of children playing in the street, of mother’s tending to fussy babies in restaurants and through shop windows. She envisioned herself in their roles and something suddenly felt so strange and unnatural about it. She couldn’t get used to it. She wanted to be a mother, of course she did, and yet there was something deep in the pit of her stomach screaming that this was all wrong. Turn back, danger ahead. Rei’s head began to spin. Her hand trembled as she unlocked the front door to an empty apartment and sank down on the couch.

Toshio lumbered up beside her, resting his heavy head in her lap and whimpering dolefully. As if he could sense her mind in disrepair and wanted to heal it despite not knowing how. She scratched behind his ears and under his chin and the lump in the back of her throat hardened. She pressed a shaky hand to her waist, grazed the imprint of her hipbone through her tunic. She remembered Kakashi’s request from that morning. Really, she knew she should eat something. Patting Toshio on the head, she forced herself up off the couch and trudged into the kitchen. The tile was cold and unforgiving against her bare feet, the fridge foreboding. She creaked the door open slowly and idled in front of the full shelves. A loaf of bread, a jug of milk, last night’s leftovers. She studied them until she could no longer bear it, until the anger growing behind her ribs exploded out of her chest with a frustrated grunt. Gritting her teeth, she slammed the fridge door shut. Instead, she turned to the cabinet, pulling down a glass and holding it unsteadily beneath the faucet. She watched the water fill to the top, then overflow, letting it run over her tight knuckles and pale fingernails. When the hush of the running water began to annoy her, she flicked the tap off, brushed her hair back out of her damp face, and took a long, desperate swig. Her stomach expanded and grew heavier with each monstrous gulp. Deep down, she hoped it would trick her body into thinking she was full. She hoped it would be enough.

It was never enough.

#kakashi hatake #rei natsuki #kakashi x oc #the scarecrow and the bell #naruto #naruto oc #fanfiction

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blake-belladonna-defence-force · 4 years

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so i was listening to music and thinking about the bees (as i do) and now all i want is a modern college-ish fic based on the music video girls like girls by hayley kiyoko... any interest? love reading your fics and you’re the first person i thought of to ask about this.

Aw, thank you, mate! That’s really kind of you 😊

Anyway, here ya go!

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Yang leapt off of her bike and hoisted her backpack up a little higher on her back before walking up the path to Adam’s house. While she wasn’t thrilled to be spending anymore time with him, she was doing this for Blake. What Blake Bella-freaking-donna saw in Adam Taurus was beyond her.

But all thoughts of distaste towards the boy left her as the door opened and revealed her best friend; she was wearing shorts and tank top, her feline ears flicking towards Yang as she recognised her.

“Yang!” Blake laughed, carefully wrapping one arm around Yang’s neck as Yang gave her a friendly squeeze. “It’s about time you showed up! I was getting worried.” She added teasingly, though the playful glint in her eyes did little to distract from the anxious pinch of her brow.

“What happened to your wrist?”

Or the bandaged left wrist that she had kept at her side.

“Ah!” Yang felt her heart drop at the briefest expression of panic spread across her friend’s face before she smoothed it back. “Well… you know how clumsy I am. I tripped and fell. Landed on my hand awkwardly.”

“Blake-“

“Yang. How lovely to see you again.”

Yang bit back a growl as Adam came over and pulled her into a headlock and ruffled her hair. If it weren’t for Blake, he’d be needing a new set of teeth.

“Hey, Adam.” Yang sighed, pushing away from him and giving a very forced smile. She wasn’t going to give him a reason to get angry at Blake. Her priority was keeping Blake safe until she and the rest of their friends could convince her to leave. “How’s it going, man?”

“Good, as long as I’ve got my Blake.” Adam cooed, voice like sugar coated poison as he forcefully pulled Blake to his side and walked her into the kitchen.

Blake gave her an apologetic glance at Yang over her shoulder and gestured to the stairs. Without another word, Yang headed to the guest room.

It was going to be long weekend.

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When Yang entered the kitchen, she winced at the smell of cigarettes. Blake had never smoked until she met Adam and now, she smoked as regularly as he did. Yang suspected that Blake didn’t particularly enjoy it.

Blake gave her a playful half smirk as Yang jumped up on the counter beside her while Adam went to check the fridge. When Yang quirked an inquisitive brow at her, Blake blew several smoke rings in front of her, making it look far more attractive than she had any right to.

“Show off.” Yang snorted, reaching over to poke Blake’s knee. “We get it, dude. You’re soooo cooool!”

“Why, yes. Yes, I am.” Blake grinned, a delighted light entering her eyes. “That’s why-“

“Blake. Did you get the drinks I asked you to?”

“I- yes. Of course. They should be in there.”

“Well, I’m looking and I’m not seeing it. Are you trying to suggest that I’m lying?”

“No!”

Yang dug her fingers into her ripped jeans, her grip tight enough to hurt. The genuine distress on Blake’s face and the fear in her voice as her ears pinned anxiously made it much harder to keep quiet. But she knew what voicing her opinion would accomplish. She couldn’t run the risk of Adam hurting Blake because of her.

“They’re in the back, I swear!”

“No! They’re-oh. You’re right.” Adam said, calmly shutting the door and smiling “apologetically” at Blake. “I’m sorry, Blake. But you know how long I’ve been planning this. I wouldn’t want my efforts to all be for nothing… would you?”

“No, of course not, Adam.” Blake said quietly, stiffening slightly when Adam came over and kissed her cheek.

“The others will be here soon. Why don’t you ladies go get ready, hmm?” Adam said, his hand curling possessively around Blake’s injured wrist. “We might even be able to set your friend up with one of mine. Double dates would be nice, wouldn’t they?”

Blake nodded stiffly, smile forced and body leaning away from Adam slightly before he let go and headed outside to set up the barbecue.

“Yang? Coming?”

“Yeah, hold up.”

It made Yang’s blood boil to see Blake treated in such a manner but she had to be careful.

She never could predict Adam’s behaviour.

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As the two got ready, Yang couldn’t help but send glances to Blake. It was like a magnet. Blake had to the most beautiful girl that she knew; mind, body and spirit. Seeing the way she crumbled when Adam was in the room was heart breaking.

But neither girl mentioned Yang’s wondering gaze. Nor did they discuss Blake’s own, shifting to meet Yang’s before darting away quickly.

It wouldn’t be the first time that weekend that Yang desperately wished that things were different.

When Adam cannonballed into the pool in front of them and forced Blake onto his back when the two girls were giggling.

When she and Blake were painting their nails and Blake, without thinking, placed a lilac accent colour on Yang’s middle fingers among the yellow.

When Adam forced Blake out of her seat and tried to kiss her neck before before shoved away, an ugly sneer on his face as he dropped into an armchair and continued to watch the game. Yang had turned to face Blake and frowned slightly at the sight of frustrated, angry tears that welled up before she blinked them away and smiled shakily at Yang.

When Adam belittled Blake for not knowing who was who in the game in front of everyone, joking about the burden of a girlfriend that didn’t know something so simple.

Each little thing was slowly making Yang’s blood boil, outrage bubbling below the surface at the unjust and cruel treatment of somebody so important to her.

But she had to be careful. Adam had been drinking all weekend. Who knew what he’d do, even in the presence of company with alcohol in his system.

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Late one night, Yang picked her way out to the backyard, carefully stepping past the unconscious bodies that had gone way past their limit. She sighed sadly at the sight of Blake sitting at the pool, body trembling slightly. She glanced at Yang as she sat and smiled weakly at her, shifting a little closer and resting her pinky over Yang’s.

“You know we all love you.” Yang said quietly into the night, heart cracking as Blake leaned her head on her shoulder and nuzzled her cheek against it. “Ruby, Weiss, Jaune and the others… anyone of us will take you in. You could even stay with me. My roommate wouldn’t care and you could take my bed. We could get you away from him.”

“I know.” Blake murmured, a shaky breath being pulled from her lips. “But I don’t think I’m brave enough to leave.”

“You’re the bravest person that I know.” Yang whispered into her hair, eyes welling up slightly. “Adam can’t take that away from you.”

She felt a shiver run through Blake’s body before she pulled away and stared at Yang, reaching out to brush her hair back and lean forward to place a sweet kiss on her nose.

That was when a sudden force on Yang’s hair sent her to the ground, crying out as her head scraped a rock and the back of her head hit the ground.

Everything was fuzzy but she could tell that Blake and Adam were arguing. She watched as Blake tried to dart around him to get to her, only for Adam to grab her by her injured wrist and pull her close, snarling into her face before he sent the back of his hand against her face in a cruel slap. As Blake hit the ground, Adam sent his foot into her ribs, causing her to collapse and cry out in pain.

Yang saw red and managed to clamber to her feet and tackle Adam to the ground, striking him with her fists. She soon felt Blake’s hands pull her back weakly and let her guide her away from Adam.

“Yang, he’s out!” Blake assured, her voice watery as tears spilled down her face, her breathing harsh due to the intense pain in her side.

“Blake…” Yang choked out, instantly curling her arms around Blake and supporting her weight. “God!”

The two girls leaned their forehead against each other before something made them drift towards each other and meet in the middle, both of team tasting iron. Eventually, Blake pulled away.

“We- we should call the co-augh!” She let out a pained yelp, as she tried to step back, her hand clutching her ribs as she fell to the ground.

“Blake!” Yang gasped in concern, supporting Blake and gently lowering her to the ground. “Easy, I’ve got you.”

“Yang, can you get my phone? We need to get help.”

Yang hesitantly complied. It took some hours of questioning, but eventually, the two woman were able to reunite in the hospital.

It would take some months of healing that would go beyond Blake’s ribs and Yang’s head. But they would be okay. More than okay if the shared expression on both of their faces as Blake reached out for Yang’s hand was any indication.

#bumbleby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #rwby #fanfic

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agentmarymargaretskitz · 4 years

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Constangreen, for John's birthday.

(Happy birthday to one magical bisaster. Established Constangreen, and I am not sorry for the title)

AO3

John had made it ever so clear that he did not want a fuss for his birthday. He’d been saying it every time Gary had tried to bring it up with him in the past week. Usually, he would have gone all out for someone’s birthday. Back at the Bureau, he’d even been on the party planning committee. He had liked being a part of that.

However, that wasn’t John. All the time they’d spent together had proved that. There was no need for a huge party. The Legends did want to throw a small party for him, which John had accepted was inevitable. But Gary wasn’t going to make a huge deal. He got a card and a gift and he was going to make an attempt at breakfast that wouldn’t result in destroying another pan.

When Gary got up that morning, he cast a glance over to John. He was still fast asleep, head in the pillow. Gary slipped out of bed and tiptoed down the hall before remembering his present. So he snuck back and set the card and his present on the table. That way, John would see it once he woke up. Satisfied, he crept out of the room again.

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The space beside him was cool when John woke up. Sure enough, Gary was absent when he opened his eyes. His fingers brushed over the empty sheets in a moment of sleep confusion. He didn’t appear to be in the bedroom at all, which was unusual.

Then John remembered what day it was and sighed. His birthday was today. All week he’d warned Gary off doing anything big for today. When Nate had brought it up with the Legends, he had told them the same thing. They had agreed not to go all out, but also refused to do completely nothing. So he’d have to be dealing with that later.

He’d survived another trip around the sun. With danger and darkness everywhere he walked, it should probably be an achievement for him. But every year just brought more loss and pain. There were some wins, like the Legends and Astra and Gary. Eventually, they’d become losses too. It was inevitable, he’d been around long enough to know that much.

As he climbed out of the bed, he caught sight of something on the table. A card was propped against a lumpy package. John reached out and took hold of the card first. It was a pretty straightforward birthday card with a pun on the inside. Definitely very Gary, right down the message inside.

Happy birthday, Conny. Thanks for everything you’ve taught me. I promise not to make a fuss, but I still had to get you something. -Gary.

There was even a little heart drawn on it. That softie.

John didn’t know the last time he’d gotten a birthday card. Perks of not having a permanent address. This one was sweet though, even if the pun was a bit corny.

He reached for the parcel next. Where Gary had gotten the wrapping paper, he had no clue. Probably bought it on a run into town somehow. He peeled off the brightly patterned paper, now curious to know what Gary had gotten him. Whatever it was, it was small and soft.

Once the paper was off, John unfolded the item inside. It was a red hat. Gary must have crocheted the thing. He had seen him working in down hours with the needle to try and create little things. John had seen his scarves and small little animals he’d made for practice (they usually went to Nora for some of her charges), but he didn’t recall Gary working on a hat. And he’d never seen the yarn before either. He must have been working on it when he wasn’t around.

John slid the hat on his head and took a look in the mirror. It made him look a bit like a deckhand. But it was warm and didn’t itch, so that was an upside. Gary had done a pretty good job.

From downstairs, he heard something make a loud clatter. Pulling his bathrobe on, John headed down the steps towards the sound. When he reached the kitchen, he saw Gary running his fingers under the tap. A pan was half askew on the stove.

“Something happen here?” John asked as he moved over and turned off the heat. Inside the pan were some tomatoes that were starting to look badly burnt.

Gary grimaced as he kept holding his fingers under the water. “I forgot a spatula.”

“And you tried to turn them over yourself?”

“I thought I could do it without burning myself,” Gary sighed, shaking his head a little. “I was trying to make breakfast.”

John looked at the mess around the stove. “I can see that. You could have waited for me.”

“You were sleeping,” Gary shrugged, then looked at him again. “You’re wearing the hat.”

John put his hand up to his head, realizing he still had Gary’s gift on his head. “Forgot to take it off. It fits nice.”

“You like it?” Gary’s eyes were glimmering with happiness.

He nodded. “It fits pretty well. And I’ve been needing a new hat.”

“Oh good!” Gary moved away from the water, then returned his hand to it. “Augh. I know you said no fuss, but that’s all I have. Aside from, uh, trying to make breakfast. But that was the last thing, I swear.”

John glanced at the pan, and then the rest of the ingredients laying out on the table. “Still a bit of a fuss, Gary.”

“Oh.”

“How about we make it together?” he offered, watching Gary’s smile come back to his face. “Less of a fuss, and we get to do something together before the Legends come in with whatever they’ve got planned.”

“I’m not supposed to tell you,” Gary said firmly as he shut off the water, wincing a little at his burned fingers. “And there’s no way I’m spilling anything.”

“Sure about that, sunshine?” John teased as he started digging in the cabinet. “How good are you at keeping secrets?”

“I can keep a secret!”

“Put this on your fingers, it’ll help.” He pulled out a jar of honey and smirked over at Gary. “You sure I can’t make you squeal?”

Gary looked less sure of himself.

“I won’t force it out of you,” John assured him as he helped Gary with the remedy. “Now come on, let’s salvage something out of those tomatoes.”

#somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds #ask box #legends of tomorrow #constangreen #john constantine #gary green #fanfiction

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The Commorisco Club (3)

If you were waiting for the real vore to begin, here it is people.

Soft, unwilling, male pred, male prey, belly bulges, teasing, fear play and brief mentioning of peanut allergies.

Chapter three: The Waiting Game

Archeon left them to contemplate their new roles with a promise that food would soon be delivered to them to aid in their recovery. Just before closing the door shut, he paused and peered at them through the crack, his red eyes glimmering with want. “Rest well, morsels.”

Once the teal door had shut closed and they were sealed inside, the velvet drapes fell again and they were left alone.

“If we don’t eat then we won’t get our strength back,” Michael said in a hushed whisper. “And then they won’t eat us.”

“You think that’s really gonna stop them?” James asked, irritated and angry. “That the big-fucking-giant-demon-monster things won’t just get pissed and eat us anyway?”

“We have to eat eventually,” Erin added despondently. She pressed the back of her head against the velvet covered wall. “And what’s the point in playing hunger strike chicken with those things? James is right. They’d just wolf us down anyway.”

“What are we going to do?” Valarie said, her voice trembling. “I-I don’t want to be eaten again...”

“Yeah, fuck that!” Michael said, disregarding his previous volume. “Neither do I!”

“No one does,” James said as he tried to crawl on his hands and knees back to one of the cushions and having a difficult time doing it. “If the plan is escape, we can’t when were all like this...”

“But by the time we’re better, they’re gonna be ready for suppertime!” Michael whined. “What are we supposed to do?”

Erin copied James and began to make the slow crawl back to her cushion. She was so tired and her head hurt and all she wanted was to sleep. By the time she made it to her velvet covered bed, she was crying. She heard the others still talking and their voices were raising and it sounded like James and Michael were arguing. She curled up, wishing she had the covers from her bed back in her dorm room. The room was not cold, but she missed the feeling of the soft cotton against her skin.

I have a math exam I need to study for, she thought inanely. It did not matter now, she supposed. Anything. There was nothing for them to do but wait. Wait for the demons to return, for them to grab them all up, and swallow them down again. She could almost feel the slime covered walls of the thing’s belly and she shuddered at the memory and forcibly shutting it down.

Eventually everyone became silent and she could hear their measured breathing as they all slept. But she remained awake. Despite the bone deep fatigue and the absolute desire to sleep...she couldn’t. Insomnia was not a new experience for her, but it was never this bad. If she had trouble sleeping she would normally go to the college’s 24 hour gym and run a mile or two so she could wear herself and her brain out enough to sleep. But now…she couldn’t even stand.

There was no concept of time in the room and it did not seem long at all after everyone had fallen asleep that the sound of the curtains pulling away could be heard. She sat up abruptly, her heart in her throat and every muscle tensed as she watched the door, waiting for it to swing open. Instead, a secondary and much smaller door set into the wood opened up – almost like a doggy door – and a squat and fat toad like demon waddled inside. It didn’t seem to have a neck, just a wide flat head that immediately attached to a rotund wide body all supported on stick thin legs and long flat feet. It had large yellow eyes draped with bumpy eyelids and stared ahead almost listlessly. It looked nothing like the other demons, there was nothing humanoid about him aside from being bipedal.

“Need to be opennin’ yur peepers, Meat,” it said in a low craggy voice, making its way closer to the cloister of humans with ambling steps. His wide flat feet making slapping sounds on the ground. “Master says I bring ya’s food so’s ya ready fer th’ eatin’. So’s foods I got.”

It’s lip-less mouth stretched alarmingly wide and it tilted it’s head back, revealing rows and rows of serrated teeth and a dark throat. Erin screamed and jolted the others awake and upon seeing the mud colored demon with its mouth agape and it’s hideous teeth, they too began to scream. The drama student who had passed out during Archeon’s vist sat bolt upright with a panicked cry and then looked around confused. Upon seeing the toad demon, his screams of panic joined the others.

The ugly toad hunkered down and with a disgusting squelching sound, regurgitated a metal box that shot up into the air and landed in between the cushions that James and Valarie were occupying.

“Oh my god, that is disgusting!” Valarie shrieked, inching away from slime covered thing.

“What the ever loving fuck is that?” Michael demanded. Whether he was referring to the toad demon or the box was unknown, but both seemed to upset him in equal measure.

The demon closed it’s mouth, sealing away its many teeth. “Likes I says: Master says I bring ya’s food so’s ya ready fer th’ eatin’.”

“Get the fuck away from us!” James yelled before falling off the back edge of his cushion and floundering to right himself.

“If you even think about trying to eat me,” Michael wailed. “I will kick you in your fucking demon nads!”

The toad demon did not seem to care how the humans around him were reacting and his yellow eyes did not seem to be focusing on anything in particular and seemed quite board. “Meat is all a hoolerin’ an’ a hollerin’ fer nothin’. Master says I ain’t supose t’ gobble ya’s ‘cause ya’s special no eatin’ meats. Says he’d be gobblin’ me if I’s be gobblin’ any of ya’s.”

“You mean Archeon?” Erin asked warily, eyeing the box. “Is...is he your master?”

“No’s!” said the toad in the first showing any real emotion. It looked almost insulted. “Archeon no master a’ nothin’. Master Rolland be master a’ Gobbler.”

“...G-Gobbler?” the drama student asked. He was pale and shivering.

“Gobbler is be me,” the toad grumbled as it turned back towards the door and began to waddle away, mumbling in displeasure. “Stupid meats not know nothin’. Archeon no master ‘a Gobbler...”

The smaller door shut with a bang and the draped fell back to their places.

“What...what the hell is going on?” the drama student asked. “Where’s the other guy? D-did….di I get eaten again?”

“No, you just kind of fainted,” James said. “And that...thing apparently was Gobbler. Archeon left a while ago.”

“...A-Archeon?”

“Big guy with horns,” Erin said. “You kind of missed introductions.”

Michael was crawling towards the regurgitated box, his face a mixture of disgust and curiosity. It was a munitions box with faded Chinese writing on the side. He reached out to try and flip the latch open, but pulled his hand back in revulsion as a thick cord of Gobbler spit draped from his hand back to the box. Michael began to fervently wipe his hand against James’s cushion.

“Augh! Gross, man!” James whined.

Michael ignored him and tried once more, using the tips of his fingers to finally flip the latch. It popped open easily and out spilled an impressive amount of prepackaged sandwiches. Despite the saliva and goo covered crate, the packages inside were untouched.

“Did that guy just swallow everything at a 7-11 or something?” James asked, reaching out to grab one of the sandwiches. He tiled the black plastic to read the label and then dropped it. “Ew, tuna.”

Erin slowly stood up, her legs only feeling slightly wobbly, and walked over to examine the pile herself. The others were doing something similar. She picked one up, a ham and cheese on wheat, and looked at the label. “They’re not even expired.”

“Seriously,” the drama student was saying. “We’re dead right? This...this is all bonkers.”

“I don’t know anything anymore,” Valarie said, pealing the plastic apart and tucking into a roast beef. She took a large bite and chewed methodically, tears starting to drip off her chin. “I’m so fucking scared and I’m tired and my head hurts and I’m so hungry...”

The drama student was picking idly through the offerings. “Anyone see any that says allergen free?”

“Why? You allergic to gluten or something?” Michael asked mockingly with his mouth full.

“No, just peanuts. I mean, so long as I don’t eat one I’m fine, but I don’t have my inhaler so if I have a bad reaction I’ll just die.”

Michael had the decency to look shame faced.

“Here,” James said, tossing a green plastic package over to the drama student. “It says allergen free on it.”

The drama student looked down at the label and shrugged tiredly. “Oh well. I guess beggars can’t be choosers...”

Michael was unwrapping a second sandwich, looking around their prison in idle fascination. “You know what?” he asked. “This room kinda looks like a stomach...”

Everyone froze mid-chew to take a moment to look about. After swallowing, they all looked at the remains of their sandwiches, appetites suddenly lost.

“Hey, blue hoodie kid,” James asked. “What’s your name?”

The drama student raised his eyes brows. “Huh? Oh, I’m Danny.”

“I’m James.”

“Michael.”

“Valarie.”

“Erin.”

“Just warning you Danny,” Michael added, his appetite abruptly revived as he took another bite. “Since we didn’t know your name at the time, Archeon said he was just gonna call you Snack.”

Danny scowled and averted his eyes and took a few moments to pick at the wilted lettuce in his sandwich. They ate in silence. Erin felt like she had a good idea of where their minds were at. She could already tell her energy was returning and now that they had food...well It was almost a matter of time now, she supposed. Feeling as though a great big clock hung over all their heads, counting down, they spent the next half hour eating their fill and waiting.

Waiting for the demons to come have their lunch...

…………………………………..

Only Erin and Danny were still awake. The others were quietly snoozing with Michael every so often making a loud snort and rolling over.

“Can’t sleep?” Danny asked her.

She shook her head. “Insomnia.”

“Pre-existing condition or newly acquired?”

Erin felt her face crack into a sardonic smile. “I’ve had it for a few years.”

Danny nodded, staring off into space. “How long do you think it’ll take? For them to come back.”

“Don’t know,” she replied with a sigh. “Archeon said they won’t come to feed on us until we’ve got all our strength back. I wonder how they can tell.”

“Maybe the can smell it,” Danny offered. A thunderous snore from Michael drew his attention and he added, “All I smell is bologna and Michael’s feet.”

Erin cracked another smile. She was beginning to really like Danny. Away from Archeon, he was witty and sweet. Not a whimpering mess that fainted when a giant demon flashed his teeth at him. Though she was sure she was no better. Like her, he was petite for their age, hitting their last real growth spurt before their metabolism could adjust. His blue hoodie was two sizes too big and he had his arms and legs tucked inside.

“If they just suck our energy,” he wondered aloud. “Why do they have to swallow us to do it?”

“Archeon said that’s how it’s done,” she replied, his words echoing in her head. In order for us to ingest your energy, we need to ingest you. She felt a shiver down her spine and the two sandwiches she had eaten sat heavily in her stomach.

“Archeon,” Danny said, the word seemed to quiver on his lips. “He...he’s the guy that ate me, right? So what about the others?”

“He never told us their names,” she replied. “But Gobbler said Rolland was his master. I suppose he’s one of them.”

“Gee, I wonder which of us is the luck meal,” he said sarcastically and then winced. “Ah, ignore me. The weird part of my brain’s kicking in. When I’m nervous I start saying stupid shit.”

“It’s alright,” she said and offered him a grateful smile. “I appreciate the attempt to lighten the mood.”

“So, what major are you?” he asked.

“Biology,” Erin replied and seeing the expression on Danny’s face, added, “It’s OK to laugh.”

“No,” he mumbled, biting his lips in an attempt to quell his amused grin. “I’m good.”

She shook her head. “You’re in the drama department right? Are you a theater major?”

“Nah,” he answered, pulling his arms and legs from his hoodie and standing up to stretch. “Music major. I’m in the orchestra that does all the theater department shows.”

She blinked in surprise and found herself smiling. “Oh really? What do you play?”

“I’m first chair guitar,” he said. “But I play a bunch of other stringed instruments.”

“Too bad you don’t have one with you here,” she said. “Some music sounds really nice right now.”

“When Valarie wakes up we might convince her to sing,” Danny said. “I’m pretty sure she’s a music major too. Vocals. I’m bad with faces since I spend most of the shows in the pit, but I think I remember her playing Fatine in last semester’s Les Miz production.”

She nodded and sighed.

“Man, I miss my ipod,” Erin lamented. “And my bed and blanket.”

“I miss not having to wait for a monster to come and eat me,” Danny said flatly. “It’s like all your worse nightmares from when you were a kid. Except real.”

Erin froze as the velvet drapes began to rustle and pull away. The teal door was already opening and in the blackness of the beyond, peered two glowing red eyes. Her mouth fell open and she flapped her hand at Danny in warning, unable to form words. He looked at her bizarrely and then understanding hit. He whirled around just as Archeon stepped into the room, his eyes glowing with hunger and teeth bared from behind grinning lips. His long coat was gone and he was rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, jeweled fingers catching the light of the orb above them and sending small flecks of diffused light bounces around the walls. “Snack time, boy.”

“Fuck!” Danny said, scrambling to try and make a run to the covering of the metal shelf, but he floundered and slipped on the plush cushion. Archeon easily stepped over the other sleeping humans to reach down and sweep a many ringed hand under to catch Danny around his middle just as he was about to face plant onto the floor. He was lifted up easily and he began to struggle and yell. The commotion had alerted the others and bleary eyes snapped open and they started scrambling back away from the demon, crying out in alarm. Archeon ignored them all, devoting his attention to his squirming prey as he dangled Danny above his face. The demon licked his lips idly and hummed in anticipation.

“I’ve had you on my mind all day, Snack,” he purred, lowering his hand just enough to flick his tongue out to give Danny’s feet a quick sampling. Danny pulled his feet away as best he could, but there was no where to go where the demon’s seeking tongue could not easily reach him. “The taste of you. The feel of you wiggling on my tongue. The delicious squirms as you settle in my belly...”

To emphasis this, he patted his stomach.

“Fuck!” Danny whined, trying again to keep his feet out of Archeon’s mouth. “Let go of me, man!”

“Heh heh. No,” Archeon replied with a grin and turned back towards the teal door. “You’re mine for the next few hours, Snack.”

From her spot under the overhang, Erin could see Danny still struggling in the large demon’s grip and could only watch and cry out for her friend as Archeon prepared to devour him for a second time. With a dark chuckled, the demon pulled the human closer. “In you go...”

Great jaws parted and threads of saliva hung from sharp teeth as Danny was thrust into the open maw.

“NO! Don’t do it! Don’t – mmph!” His cries were cut off as Archeon practically stuffed the boy inside, his hand pulling away as his lips pressed around Danny’s middle to leave his legs to kick and flail freely. His great horned head titled back and he opened his jaws again, Danny’s frightened cries becoming more audible for all of one moment before the Demon used his tongue to lift and pull more of his meal into his mouth. Just as the teal door closed, Erin heard the throaty chuckle and then a gulp. The door closed, the velvet drapes fell back, and Danny was gone. They were left alone with one of their number gone, on his way down to Archeon’s belly.

………………………………………

The next demon came only a few minutes after Archeon left. No one had moved or said anything as they waited, huddled close under the metal shelf. It was no real protection, but it felt safer than being out in the open. When the drapes pulled back again, everyone tensed up, sucking in shuddering breaths, and trembling.

The door opened and a new demon entered. Her skin was a shade of blushing pink and long white hair fell down around her shoulders and two bone white opalescent horns poked out from atop her head and curled around like a ram’s. He eyes were a brilliant deep blue and like Archeon before her, they glowed with clear predatory hunger. A large blood red jewel was set into a choker around her neck and she wore a short white blouse that exposed her flat belly and form fitting black pants that showed of her elegant curves.

“Hello,” she said, her voice sultry and disarming. “Poor little humans, you look so frightened.”

She knelt down and crawled on her hands and knees towards them, her head swaying back and forth like a snake, but her eyes never left the form of one particular human. Michael looked ready to bolt at any moment, suddenly finding himself face to face with the demon who had swallowed him once before.

“Don’t worry, though,” she said to Michael, shoulders hunching to make her breasts push out and she stared at him in a coy and flirtatious manner. “I don’t bite.”

“It’s not your bite that I’m worried about!” Michael squeaked.

Her eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement. “No? Oh you don’t mean that you don’t want me to eat you, little man?”

“Yes! Yes, that very much, please!”

“Oh, but I’m not so bad,” she said, pressing closer still and using her hands to cut Michael off from escape. Her fingers traced along his chest in teasing circles. “I’ll be much gentler this time. And I’m oh so soft inside, I think you’ll find my tummy to be very cozy.”

“FAT CHANCE OF THAT LADY!” Michael was wild with hysteria and as he tried to run, her fingers wrapped around him. “Oh sweet Jesus!”

“But you look so yummy,” she purred, pulling him closer to her face where she nuzzled him. “You smell good too. I was so happy when we met the other night. You made me feel so good. Fuller than any of those lower ghouls ever did. I want that feeling again. Of you inside me, wiggling. I want to taste you...” her tongue slipped out and drew a slimy line down the side of Michael’s face. “Mmmm…oh you’re as delicious as I remember.”

Michael was incoherent in his panicked ramblings and could do no more than fruitlessly struggle. He was not a small guy and the Demoness seemed to have no trouble at all keeping a firm handle on him.

“Be good for me, darling,” she whispered to him. “I’ll make this quick.”

Her mouth opened wide and in Michael went, her saliva coated tongue peeking out the sides of her mouth as she tasted him with open relish. She kept a firm grip on Michael’s legs and made her first swallow. He sank into her gullet and before he could react, she swallowed again. It only took her four swallows to down all of the broad shouldered athlete and the captive and horrified audience watched as her smooth flat middle sank with her meal’s weight. It began to jiggle and sway as Michael made his protests known. She pressed a hand to her belly and sighed in delight, eyes closing as she concentrated on the delicious feeling of live, wiggling prey. “There we are, my little human. Nice and cozy, like I promised.”

She carefully stood up, one hand cradling her stomach and she licked the fingers of her other hand. “It’s no wonder you humans are so prized. Your flavor is divine.”

“You’re monsters,” Valarie sobbed, covering her face.

The Demoness tuned her head to look at the girl and she smiled sweetly, licking her lips. “And you’re yummy.”

With an energetic sway of her hips, the Demoness sauntered back to the teal door. She stopped and turned back to the remaining humans.

“Oh! And I’m Lyra by the way. Forgot to introduce myself. Forgive me, I can never recall my manners when I’m famished,” she said, both hands leisurely petting her bulging belly, seeming to relish each kick or jerk of her meal. “Egan should be paying you all a visit shortly. Ta-ta!”

The door closed, the velvet drapes fell, and then they were three.

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