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TITLE: We’re Different But That’s Okay

— CHAPTER FOUR —

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CONTENT WARNING: fluff, a little angst, hint at mature acts, and comedic stupidity because we need a little break before the next chapter bc im going to absolutely destroy your hearts and stomp on your throats!!! :D mwuah! Oh, and there’s smut at the end that includes -> size kink, a slight bit of edging, hickies, a tiny bit of blood that was spilled bc of an accident with his damn shark teeth, overstimulation, unprotected sex, voyeurism? Not really, other things as well, totally unedited because i can't be bothered to reread my writing AUTHOR'S NOTE: so sorry it took me so long to update, in the form of an apology i decided to do a double upload! i fr don't know the next time I'm gonna update after this cause I've got two other stories to update but hopefully these two upcoming chapters will feed y'all for now! TAGLIST: @canarystwin @eijiandkatspebble

WORD COUNT: 7.46k

SUMMARY: date nights are always so weird. especially when you’re a fifth wheel, poor monoma.

TETSU has been living with Y/N and Kirishima for a total of three months now. Their bond has become especially strong and they consider themselves to be a tight-knit family. Though it took Y/N a little longer to gain Tetsu’s trust, she had gained some substantial progress which was more than enough to make her happy. She never knew how amazing it would feel to have three people in the apartment, they were starting to build their own little pack.

She knew neither of them needed her protection but she couldn’t help but to feel that it was her job to protect them with all of her life. Kirishima was her mate and Tetsu was waddling his way into her heart as a brother figure. She couldn’t ask for any more than that. She truly felt happy, and the three of them all seemed to feel the same.

Tetsu had even managed to get himself a job and lived in the apartment next door to yours which happened to be connected together by a door that could be locked. It was pretty convenient and Tetsu seemed to enjoy the independence, despite still having an owner. You didn’t go back on your promise so he would trust you… for now.

But it seemed more like he enjoyed staying over at your place more than his own but you never said anything about it.

Today was one of those days with him staying over, offering to cook for the three of you. Oddly enough, he seemed to really enjoy cooking and was pretty good at it so he ended up working at a hybrid-friendly restaurant as a line cook.

“Why would anyone come to a hybrid- FRIENDLY restaurant if they’re going to bitch about hybrid waitresses? What kind of fucking nonsense is that? I swear humans have no brain!” Tetsu complained rather angrily, his face screwing up into disgust while he gently filled in a dumpling with filling and then closed it up in a professional-looking manner. How could such an angry man create such delicate foods? It was beyond you but who were you to question him when he was offering his services free of charge.

The three of you were currently stationed in the kitchen, both you and Kirishima were sitting at the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room, watching Tetsu roam around the kitchen to continue preparing the mini-feast. Considering that both he and Kirishima were on the hungrier side it was no surprise that he would be making so much food and there were rarely ever any leftovers when it came to dining with these two. You always considered the chance they had a second stomach hidden away inside of them. It was unfair with how much food they managed to put away!

“Some of us don’t have brains, I have to agree,” you comment from your seat, mouth-watering as he dropped a bunch of dumplings into the steamer he had prepared, legs swinging around in excitement at the little creations. “Absolutely. Did I tell you guys about the twat of a head chef I’m being forced to work under? He’s a real piece of work, he’s lucky I haven’t bitten his stupid little weasel face off,” he huffed, starting to work on some sushi rolls. “Ah, yeah! What’s his name again? Okamatsu? Or something?” Kiri added, eyes trained on the food that Tetsu had been so diligently preparing.

“Yeah! Him! That asshole is so lucky they hired me! Without me that place woulda turned to shit by now, I swear, as soon as the opportunity presents itself I’m gonna offer myself up as the head chef. I’m way better than that jerk-off.”

“Here,” Tetsu suddenly said, shoving a finished dumpling into both you and Kirishima’s waiting mouths, “Is it seasoned enough? I didn’t do any measuring today so hopefully, it ain’t too salty.” He soon received his answer from the sound of you both humming in satisfaction at the flavor of the dumplings. The dog hybrid was pleased with himself afterward, beaming with pride before he went back to doing what he was doing, this time starting to cut up the sushi to put it nicely onto a plate. After months of getting to know each other, you had started to recognize Tetsu as an older brother figure, both you and Kirishima had to appreciate his nurturing nature no matter how often he would deny it. It was funny to see him acting all fatherly towards the two of you.

You began to think about how nice it was with the three of you. He was truly like a brother that you never anticipated having in your life. You were soon taken out of your thoughts when Tetsu spoke up again but this time he sounded a little more on the shy side, which was uncharacteristic of him, “...Question, uh, so, uhh… there’s this girl… at work. I think I like her, andIwannagoonadatewithherbuti’veneverbeenonadatebefore. Any tips?”

Kirishima looked at you with a raised eyebrow, silently questioning if you understood a word that he said in which you responded with a quick shake of your head and a shrug of your shoulders. He then smiled nervously before clearing his throat, turning his attention back to Tetsu, “Uh, bro, could you repeat that? Maybe a little slower…? Aha..”

Dramatically, he slammed a hand onto the counter, his back facing the both of you as he blurted out, “I need help asking this girl out! I’ve never been on a goddamn date before and I don’t want to fuck it up! Ugh!”

“Ooooooooh, now I see,” you began, leaning back just a little in your chair while rubbing at your chin like you were coming up with a plan, “Ask her to go and eat or something? I don’t know. Kiri and I just sorta- hung out most times.”

Kirishima chuckled at your words before thinking as well, he then snapped his fingers as a brilliant plan came to mind, “How about a double-date? That way you won’t have to worry about awkward silences or whatever! Y/N and I can help you ease up a little on the tension.”

“A double-date? With you two?” The silver-haired male questioned, glancing over his shoulder to eye the both of you, squinting his eyes as he observed you both. The more he thought about it the more he became convinced. It wasn’t like he was uncomfortable with either of you and he had been a little worried about coming off too aggressive so a double-date couldn’t be that bad? Right?

After convincing himself, a bright smile crossed his face and he perked up immediately, “Okay, that sounds good. I’ll call her after dinner then!” He then turned back to his food preparation with a little more pep in his step. You noticed immediately and couldn’t help but to tease him, “Oho, I’ve never seen you act some cheery about anything Tetsu, except the time when you first got hired. This girl must be really special. Is she cute? Spill the details!”

The tips of the poor man’s ears turned pink and he grunted at your questions, “Don’t fuckin’ pester me, demon spawn,” he then paused, his face starting to heat up,”’Course she’s cute, but it’s not about her looks. I think she’s admirable and I want to get to know her better. We’ve got some things in common and we happen to take off for lunch at the same time so we chat sometimes… I like talking to her about stuff. She’s funny, smart, and nice. Plus, the way she laughs and her tail wags at my stupid jokes makes me get all giddy inside.” After the spill of his feelings, he suddenly realized just how much unnecessary information he’d given the two of you when both you and Kirishima suddenly started cooing about how cute he was.

You two had dramatically turned to each other and interlocked fingers, eyes nearly welling up with tears as you hung onto every word he said about his crush. “D’aw, our angry baby is growing up!” Kirishima yelled, pretending to sniffle, “That’s so manly, bro!” “I know huh, babe! I feel like a proud parent!”

“Oh my God, we have to document this moment foreve-”

“BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I’LL STUFF YOU INTO WOODEN BOXES AND THROW YOU INTO THE SEA!”

“...Kiri’s a shark though…?”

“AS IF I GIVE A SHIT, I’LL FIND A WAY TO MAKE YOU BOTH SUFFER.”

“They grow up so fast…”

Tetsu swiftly turns around, pointing a spoon at the both of you with a dangerous glint in his eyes before he threatens you, “Say one more fuckin’ thing. I dare you.”

…

Sometime later, Tetsu finally finished cooking dinner for all of them and the ones who didn’t do a thing were more than happy to set up the table, sneaking little bites here and there before they commenced eating, shoveling food down their throats.

Both you and Kirishima offered the man compliments, pleased with how well everything had turned out which made him more than happy to see you two enjoy his food.

When Tetsu had finished eating he went to retrieve his phone and shuffled over to his apartment to make the oh-so-private phone call. While that was happening, you had stuffed yourself full and were on the verge of needing to take a nap but kept your eyes open, relaxing in your seat while watching Kirishima happily nom away at his food, always astonished how much food he could put away. It was like his mouth was a bottomless pit or something.

“Is there something on my face?” He asked, leaning back a little to pick up a napkin and dab at his cheeks, his eyes widening as he stared back at you. You blinked a few times, only then realizing that you had been staring at him, “Oh! No, not at all. I was just staring at you… You sure do eat well, I’m kinda jealous.” The compliment was a little strange but he couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed, chuckling at you before rubbing the back of his hand, “Ha, guess sharks just have a big appetite? Takes a lot to get me full.”

“That’s kinda hot,” you mumble before standing up to grab your emptied plate as well as the dishes that had been basically licked clean. “Hot? I can do a lot more with my mouth than that, but you’ve already witnessed that, haven’t you?~”

You whipped your head around to look at him, shocked at his bold word choice before you snickered at him, “Maybe you’ll have to remind me again sometime.”

“Ready when you are, little gem,” he hummed back, shrugging and going back to clearing out the table with his vacuum of a mouth.

Cockblock Tetsu soon reenters the dining room with a disgusted look on his face, “Let me hurry up and tell you two the news before you start fucking on the floor. Kendo said yes, and we’re going to meet up this Saturday at the restaurant. I'm gonna make a reservation for all of us. And-” He paused, exaggeratingly swiping a hand down his face, “Her owner will come as well because he doesn’t seem to trust people.”

“That’s kinda cute but also weird, but I guess I can understand. Are you sure he’s not secretly in love with her or something?” Kiri asked, looking up while spooning some rice into his mouth.

“I don’t think so, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there I guess. We’ll see what happens when the date comes,” Tetsu retorted while ruffling his own hair, “Agh, now I need to find something decent to wear. G’night weirdos.” And with that, the mastiff hybrid went back to his apartment through the door that connected the living rooms.

You looked at Kirishima and then raised an eyebrow before going to place dishes in the dishwasher, “I can’t wait to see what happens on the date. It’s probably gonna be funny as fuck.”

…

The date had been set for Saturday, a perfect way to start the weekend, although it was a scheduled dinner for the evening. It’s not like you were complaining though, it would be nice to see who Tetsu seemed to be so interested in.

“Someone looks good enough to eat,” Kirishima cooed as he came into your shared bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as you got dressed and fixed yourself up in the body mirror that was in front of your closet. You finished adjusting your clothes and then turned to observe your big dope of a boyfriend, wolf-whistling at his choice in clothing. He wore some form-fitting jeans that hugged his legs just right and a dark red button-up shirt that seemed to be struggling to keep his torso under wraps, his hair neatly brushed back, just barely hitting his waist. Maybe it was time to go clothes shopping…? Or not.

“Me? What about you? I don’t know if I can make it through dinner without copping a feel or two. Should we have a quickie before we go?~”

“Hm, should we?”

“I really wish I didn’t have heightened HEARING!” Tetsu shouted from somewhere in your apartment, most likely the living room.

Both you and Kirishima looked at each other before sighing, realizing that you wouldn’t be able to do anything too… intense just yet, it would be best to wait.

Standing from the bed, Kirishima inched his way over to you and pressed a hand onto the small of your back before leaning down to press a teasing kiss onto your lips and whispering, “Maybe later, lil’ gem. A dessert after dessert if you’re catchin’ my drift.”

You gave him “the look” and then nodded your head, smiling a little at the thought of him ravishing you after dinner. Yeah, sure, he’d fucked you right to sleep last night but you could never reject his advances, he was just so damn hot, it was unfair to think about sometimes.

You couldn’t help your eyes as they roamed over his body, thinking about just how *big* he is. From his height to his hands, to the sharp teeth that resided in his mouth. Oh the things you loved about him, not to mention his big, fat co-

“Babe, you’re drooling, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? Hmm?” The man of your dreams asks, nudging you playfully before shaking his head, clicking his tongue like he was disappointed in your behavior, “Can’t believe you’re already thinking such things, what a pervert.”

And with that, he left the room, making you gawk at his back from where he’d left you.

“Did he just…? I swear, give him a compliment ONE time and his head gets as big as a fucking BUS!” You stomp after him to see that he was now applauding Tetsu who was all dressed up, stunned at how cleaned up he managed to get.

“WOW! I can’t believe you finally shaved that chin strap on your face,” you commented, stepping in front of Tetsu to observe him a bit closer. You rubbed at your chin while observing him, humming at his choice in apparel, “Looks good, looks good.” Tetsu chose to wear some black slacks and a dark gray shirt with a black tie, his coat adding to his dark and slightly brooding looks. Kirishima couldn’t agree more, “You look like one of those drama CEOS. I think they’re called Chaebols or something. If I were a young woman I’d jump right on you.”

The man you two were fawning over grimaced at the compliments and waved his hand around, “Yeah yeah, I guess you two don’t look so bad either, even though I’m sure you already know that with the way you talk to each other. Which reminds me, I need to buy earplugs or rip my eardrums out, haven’t decided which would work better. ”

“Gasp! You’re so mean, Tetsu,” Kirishima yelled after Tetsu, who was already leaving the apartment, snatching your car keys from their place on the kitchen counter before making his exit. On the other hand, you couldn’t help but laugh at Tetsu’s tsundere tendencies, following after the two and locking the door behind you so that the evening could truly begin.

By the time you had arrived at the restaurant, it was a bit on the crowded side but nothing too intense. The customers that were inside were a mix of hybrids and humans which was pleasing, meaning that you were less likely to deal with any bullshit so that was a plus.

“I have a reservation under Tetsutetsu, “ Tetsu said to the hostess who stood at the front behind a podium, the dog hybrid quickly nodded her head and began to lead the party of three to their table which happened to big a big booth that was big enough for their party, thankfully.

You squeezed into the rounded booth seat, Kirishima sitting beside you while Tetsu sat on the other side of the table across from the both of you. After the three of you had gotten situated, Tetsu shifted around a bit nervously in his seat, rubbing away at his hands.

“Dude, just take a breather, everything’s going to go just fine,” your boyfriend reassured his found brother, noticing the way he’d been fidgeting, “We’re just here to have fun, not like you’re gonna propose or somethin’... right? Wait, you’re not gonna ask her to marry you, are you? Jesus man that’s moving too fast-”

“Kiri, are you dumb? OF COURSE I’M NOT GONNA PROPOSE, what the FUCK are you talkin’ about?”

“Oh? Someone’s proposing?” A feminine voice interjects, immediately making Tetsu nearly break his neck to turn and look at the owner of his voice. She peeked curiously at him with a small smile adorning her face. Poor Tetsu was about to die right then and there, he didn’t know what to do or say. Something about her just made him all tongue-tied and he forgot all his social skills in a matter of seconds.

Recognizing immediately what was going on, you decided to speak up, chuckling a little at your friend’s nervousness before you looked at this mystery hyena hybrid, “Ah, we were just joking around. You must be Kendo. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Y/N L/N, and this is my boyfriend, Eijiro Kirishima. We’ve heard so much about you from Tetsutetsu.”

Kendo’s eyes flickered from Tetsu’s flustered face to meet your gaze, her smile only seeming to widen in a friendly manner, “Nice to meet you! And you guessed right, I’m Itsuka Kendo,” She then looked at Tetsu with nothing but fondness, “I hope he’s said only nice things, aha.” The two of them seemed to silently converse in that split second which reminded you so much of the first time you had begun to feel romantic feelings for Kiri which made your heart instantly feel warm.

The sweet moment was soon interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. “And I am the great Neito Monoma, though I can’t say that it is a pleasure to meet *any* of you just yet,” a new voice spoke up before a gray-eyed blonde revealed himself, pushing Kendo aside for a moment so he could sit down in the booth next to Tetsu, acting as a divider between the two of you.

As soon as he sat down he stared you down, sizing you up with obvious disdain lingering in his eyes.

You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what you did wrong. Usually, you’d smack the taste out of someone’s mouth if the opportunity came but tonight you would be on your best behavior (a promise you made to Tetsu). But, you were also not feeling the least bit threatened by the man who sat across from you even though you were wondering why he seemed to be so hateful despite just knowing you.

Kendo grabbed the back of the man’s color and proceeded to snatch him from the seat, replacing his position quickly so that she could sit next to Tetsu instead. The blonde scoffed at her but made no effort to move or swat her away, adjusting the hat that sat atop his head.

“So sorry, Monoma isn’t the best when it comes to… well, being a decent person.”

“Ha! I don’t know any of these people, so why should I treat them as friends?”

“Monoma, you promised.”

The blonde only rolled his eyes and picked up one of the menus from the table, beginning to scan his eyes over it for a moment before speaking up again without wasting any more time.

“What are your intentions with Kendo? Do you plan to date her? What makes you any better than any other options she can have?” He began to interrogate Tetsu, glancing at him with squinted eyes.

The question caught Tetsu off-guard and he could only clear his throat before thinking of what he wanted to say, “I.. well, I’d like that, but only if she wanted to, of course.”

“Do you want to or do you not want to? Are you willing to be fully committed to her or are you the type to easily get bored and throw away whatever bores you? Dog hybrids are known for their lack of concentration,” the blonde spat, smirking just a little at his own quick wit which earned a slap to the back of his head from Kendo. “Monoma,” she spoke in a warning tone, eyeing him, daring him to say something else… he does.

“I’m only asking important questions for your safety. It’s better to get these out in the open and answer before it’s too late,” he attempted to reason but then decided to shoot another shot, but this time he aimed it at you and Kirishima.

“I don’t know how I feel about you associating with people who have no idea how the hybrid and human communities interact. Don’t you know how unbalanced in power your relationship is? What kind of person dates someone they *own*? It’s almost like you’re forcing someone into a relationship. It’s disgusting,” he spat, his voice laced with venom as he peered at the both of you. His frustration was apparent but there was something else there lingering dimly in his gaze. Perhaps… sadness?

You open your mouth to speak up and nearly blow his head off with your choice of words but you’re quickly cut off by Kendo who growls at her owner, staring at him as she silently threatens him. That seemed to shut him up. When she realized he wasn’t going to say anything else, the ginger sighs and then shifts around uncomfortably in her seat. You, Kirishima, and Tetsu remain silent, wondering if she was going to say something or maybe even excuse herself to leave. This date was starting off in the best light after all.

“..I’m sorry,” she began, pressing her hands together as she deeply inhaled and then reached over to the top of Monoma’s head, snatching the beanie away from it to reveal shaggy blonde hair and adorable tiny ears that flickered around and revealed themselves. “Hey! Why would you do that?!” Monoma quickly questions, snatching the hat back to cover his ears again, “They could report us! Are you out of your mind?!” She gives Monoma a knowing look and he instantly quiets down, shifting his gaze elsewhere, not even daring to glance in your pack’s direction.

“I trust Tetsu and Tetsu seems to trust you two so I don’t mind telling you guys our story,” Kendo stated, hoping that her alpha would understand what she was doing, “Monoma isn’t actually a human, he’s a hamster hybrid but… he hides his features to seem human in order to keep our pack together. Er, humans haven’t been the greatest to us actually, which is pretty common amongst hybrids but… our last owner was really the shittiest of them all, in our eyes at least. Monoma has always been the protective type, despite not being much older than any of us in the pack. He’s always taken the blast of whatever has come to us and that’s made him have the worst experiences with humans so please know that he can’t help his distrust simply because of his experiences. I hope you don’t think ill of us, I understand if you guys want to end the date now, I’m sorry again.” She then bowed her head, preparing to stand up and leave.

You quickly spoke up, “Please don’t apologize, I… I can’t begin to understand what it must feel like, but I won’t pretend I do. I’m sorry that you had to deal with such horrible people like that, I get that’s why you’re so protective of your pack. I’m the same way, really. I want to protect Kiri and Tetsu with my life. They both mean so much to me that I can understand why you’re so worried about letting other people into your life. You don’t have to like me or anything but I hope that you can learn to tolerate me.” You then bowed your head at Monoma in hopes that he understood where you were coming from. His eyes widened for a moment, stunned by your actions. No human had ever apologized to him like that before.

Though he doesn’t say anything else demeaning, he does scoff at your display of apology, unconsciously pouting and puffing out his cheeks just the slightest before turning his nose up at you. You immediately caught onto his flustered state, almost cooing at how cute the narcissistic hamster hybrid is. Key word, almost.

Kirishima smiled nervously at the display between the two of you. Two pack heads, one seemed to be threatening the other while the one being threatened was as nonchalant as ever. Oh, how fun this was going to be.

It was quiet for the time being but that silence was soon interrupted by the sound of grumbling, causing Tetsu to groan in frustration, flustered and angered at his own body’s failure to keep itself contained. Kendo laughed at Tetsu’s angry stomach, playfully nudging his side with a smile.

“Guess we should order some food before Iron man turns into a grump. You guys should see him when he doesn’t get to go on lunch break on time, he nearly threw a fit with our boss,” Kendo teased, giggling at the memory.

“Jeez, bro, I always knew you were a hothead when it came to food but don’t tell me you nearly ripped your boss’s head off? Tsk tsk,” Kiri piped up, picking up his own menu to skim over it in interest which earned a hiss from Tetsu, “Be quiet, you’re the same damn way.”

“Oh! Haha, you’re right. Guess that’s why we’re long-lost brothers!”

“Order whatever you guys want, my treat,” you had added, chuckling at the light banter, glad to see that the awkwardness was starting to simmer down.

This time around the hamster hybrid decided to pipe up, an evil glint in his eyes as well as a smirk on his face, “Anything we like? Are you sure about that?” He then eyed you suspiciously, wondering if you were going to back down on your words.

Offering him a grin you nodded your head and responded, “Yeah, go wild. I can splurge a little bit.”

And with that, just out of spite, Monoma decided that he wanted to break your pockets just because he wanted to, an evil grin spreading across his face while you remained unbothered and pleased. You could barely contain yourself when the table was suddenly filled with plates of food, mostly the expensive items, it was too much for just one person to consume but you certainly wanted to see him try.

…

“Neito. Stop eating for fuckssake, you’re going to explode! You’re a hamster, not a chipmunk!” The hyena yelped, pushing away the plates of food that was in front of him, he had barely finished two of the fifteen meals he’d ordered but that knowing smile on his face only made him want to eat more just to wipe that shitty grin off.

“N-no! I can still eat more,” the man huffed, tugging a plate of unfinished pasta in front of him again as he began to fork some more into his mouth, his struggle was obvious and you couldn't hide your amusement.

Kendo could feel her anger bubbling up but she sighed, relaxing before shoving the plates away again and huffing at him, “Let’s save this for Awase and Sen, I’m sure they’d appreciate that.” At the mention of their other pack members, it seemed that Momona’s hidden nurturing side revealed itself when he stopped eating and sat up, silently agreeing with her suggestion. It was obvious to you and anyone else that had been watching that he cared deeply about his pack, which you couldn’t help but admire and respect, despite his strange personality.

“Should we get dessert?” You offered, fighting the grin that threatened to form on your face. Instead, you remained innocent, looking around the table in curiosity, your gaze lingering on Monoma for just a few seconds longer before you raised your hand, waving over the server to ask if they could all have the dessert menu.

Kirishima, Tetsu, and Kendo all seemed to sweatdrop at the tension between Monoma and you, it was obvious who was winning this round but no one made an effort to elaborate or even bring it up, instead, they opted to watch it all play out.

And as expected, Monoma bit off a little more than he could chew, both literally and figuratively, which led him into a tiny food coma that made him pass out after having one too many bites. Tetsu was tasked with carrying the hamster hybrid to Kendo’s car while Kirishima carried the many take-out boxes, leaving you and Kendo to your own devices as you both followed behind them.

“Thanks. Tonight was pretty fun, and- honestly, I think Monoma sees you as his rival now which can be a good thing,” Kendo spoke up, crossing her arms over her chest before laughing sheepishly. “He never takes interest in others unless he thinks they’re a threat or have potential as his comrades. We should hang out again, in a more casual setting I mean.”

“Sure!” You exclaimed, more than happy to have a new lady friend, “We should exchange numbers then. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other anyways considering how much Tetsu seems to like you, and you seem to like him just as much if I’m not mistaken.” Even though you had just met her, you couldn’t deny that she seemed to be friendship material and thought a little teasing wasn’t too inappropriate. The ginger’s face turned a bright red and she laughed a little, rubbing the back of her neck, “He does? I’m so happy to hear that. I… I really like him too actually.”

“You two are so cute, I ship it,” you tease her more, gently nudging her before she laughs again and shakes her head, mumbling about how only dorks would say such things. You both exchange a few more words and then she bids you goodbye before going to properly say goodnight to Tetsu, leaving Monoma nearly hanging out of the backseat as the two lovebirds flirt and blush at each other, obviously head over heels in love with one another.

Kirishima came to stand by your side, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you into his side as the both of you sneakily watched the potential couple. “This brings me back, remember when we first started dating?” He asked, sighing a little at the fond memories, “We were both so dumb and young, I can even remember the first time we confessed to each other like it was yesterday.”

You laughed at the thought, unable to contain your fit of giggles before you spoke, “I still can’t believe you thought you were going to die after that baseball hit you in your head!” You then started to playfully mock him, deepening your voice just a little,” Oh Y/N! I have to tell you this before I end up dying! A true man mustn’t live without regrets! I’m in love with you and I have been since we were little kids! In another life, maybe we can go out! Goodbye cruel world!” You then leaned more into his side, draping a hand over your forehead as you pretended to faint. “I did NOT do all that! Why’d you make me sound like some kinda Shakespearean guy? Do I… Do I sound like that?” It seemed that your little recount of the beginning of your romantic relationship was going to have poor Kirishima going through an identity crisis… which only made the situation more hilarious. Honestly, you were definitely exaggerating a little but what was the fun in telling the truth anyway? You did, however, have his true words held closely to your heart and whenever you thought about him asking you out like he was on his deathbed you couldn’t help but bashfully grin and mumble about how much of a himbo he was sometimes.

As you and Kiri were walking down memory lane, Tetsu eventually came back towards the two of you with a flushed face and a small smile on his face, his tail wagging aggressively behind him, the fluff of the appendage waving around in the wind like a flag. It was obvious that he was pleased with the way that tonight had gone and you were happy that he was happy.

“Looks like someone had a goodnight,” you cooed, reaching up to pat the top of his head in an affectionate manner. Usually, he would slap your hand away but tonight, he was in an especially good mood and didn’t bother to wave you off, only nodding in response before the three of you had made your way to your car to start the drive back home.

…

Arriving at your respective doors, you all bid each other goodnight and went to your separate units, leaving you and Kirishima alone once again. A blessing indeed.

“Shall we have dessert now then?” Kirishima asked as he watched you take off your shoes and put them away into your closet after entering your bedroom. You briefly glanced over your shoulder at him and then gave him a sly smile that spoke volumes. And with that, he appeared in front of you and closed the distance between you both, placing his hands on your hips before he attacked your lips in a passionate kiss.

It didn’t matter how many times the two of you did things together, it was intoxicating and exciting each and every time, leaving the both of you breathless and satisfied in no time which was more than enough to make you want more and more despite receiving your fill.

[nsfw! content warnings: this is the end of the chapter in case you want to skip over the smut, it doesn’t continue into the next chapter so you have a choice to read this or not!]

The kissing soon turned into something less passionate and more sloppy, messy may have been a better word for the open-mouth kisses that you attacked each other with.

“Fuck, you look so good tonight, nearly took you on the table in front of the entire restaurant,” Kirishima mumbled while pulling his lips away from yours to tug off his shirt before he began to assist in removing your clothes as well. You chuckled at his reply and let him assist in undressing you as you reached down to start undoing his pants, “Hm, why didn’t you? I’m sure no one would have minded a dinner and a movie.”

He chuckled at your joke and then kicked off his pants before easily scooping you up into his arms and tossing you onto the bed, grinning down at you before he climbed on top of you, burying his face between your shoulder and neck. “Bet you would have liked that, wouldn’t you?” He whispered, his tongue darting out of his mouth to swipe at the side of your neck before he grazed his sharpened teeth over your skin, daring to sink them into you and break the skin. You grabbed the back of his neck, lightly squeezing it before running your fingers through his hair, pressing him into your neck further as you silently urged him to go onward.

Taking the hint, he bit down lightly onto your neck to test the waters, leaving a light mark that only darkened with some sucking that left you writhing around beneath him. He began to leave identical marks, varying in size and darkness all over your neck and shoulders as well as your chest just to tease you, giving you an appetizer before the main course.

You were starting to become a little impatient at this point which was made obvious when you tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck and huffed, making him grunt in response, biting down a bit harsher on your neck than he intended to. It was enough to make you bleed and it stung a little but it wasn’t anything to write home about, even if you gasped for air afterward, feeling a new wave of arousal.

“Just hurry up and fuck me already, Ei,” you groaned, leaning your head back into the mattress, awaiting that moment you desired the most.

The man that was straddling you leaned back and a dazzling smirk spread across his face before he purred in a teasing yet tender manner, “So impatient, shouldn’t you ask nicely?~”

Squinting at his face, you took matters into your own hands- literally by grabbing his cock through the open pocket in the front of his briefs and giving it a squeeze which earned you a well-deserved grunt of surprise.

You smirked at the response you’d gotten, starting to move your hand rather quickly in an up and down motion, grinning as you watched his face screw up in different ways.

You seemed to enjoy having your way with him, getting him back for his little display of teasing. Kirishima would let you have your way a little longer before he would grab a hold of the situation again, and so he did.

His own impatience began to creep upon him as he lifted your fingers from his shaft and hummed, “There there, you had your fun. My turn.”

You yelped when he suddenly grabbed at your hips and pulled you down to the edge of the bed which nearly made you fall off the bed but he kept you in place, pulling you flush to his lower body as he pushed his cock between your pussy lips, daring to enter you without prep, however, he stopped himself and instead began to rub his angry tip against your clit, pressing onto the little button with a harsh amount of pressure that made you shiver and arch your back off the bed.

He rubbed his cock rapidly between your lips, smearing his length in your wetness which made a squelching noise that was a little embarrassing. You couldn’t keep the moans that escaped your lips, shifting your hips around in a frenzy as you were starting to feel an all too familiar burning sensation in your lower stomach, “E-ei, please!”

You didn’t want to cum just yet, especially when he hadn’t even filled you yet, it wasn’t fair so you were going to at least *attempt* to hold back, much to his dismay.

“C’mon baby, I know you wanna cum. Cum for me, my pretty gem. I’m just tryna get you prepped to take me in, I can’t have you gettin’ split open so soon. You’ve got work tomorrow, right?”

Along with his question, he stopped using his cock to stimulate you and instead used the rough pads of his fingers to rub a circle on your clit that set your body ablaze, your chest heaving as your nipples perked up from the sudden feeling, failing to answer him.

His face fell into seriousness when you did not answer him, earning a harsh flick to your flit that made your hips jerk up and hump into nothing but the heated air lingering above your body, “Answer me.”

“Y-yes!” You yelped without thinking any more about it, holding back was becoming nearly impossible at this point as you felt an earth shattering orgasm come over you, eyes rolling back as you began to shudder violently with him still abusing your poor clit.

That toothy grin on his face that you loved so much crept up onto his face as he moved his hand from between your legs, flicking your juices from his thumb with a pleased sigh, “Good girl. Time for your reward, hm?”

His eyes that were glazed over with lust glanced down at your body, watching as you tried to catch your breath before he continued to have his way with you and bend and mold you into what he craved and desired.

As he looked down at you with a predatory gaze, did you truly understand the differences between the two of you? Of course, you always knew how much *bigger* he was, but you never truly studied him until moments like this. He could literally rip you in half with a flick of his wrist which was somewhat arousing to think about. Your eyes lingered downwards, taking in his muscular frame and the happy trail that leads down to a neatly trimmed bush that surrounded his thick cock that you would occasionally gag on when you were in the mood.

While taking in his appearance for a little while longer, you realized all too late that he had grabbed a hold of your wrists with one of his big hands, using the other to align himself with your entrance. He then bullied his way into your poor cunt, watching as you stretched beautifully around his shaft, squeezing him in a way that nearly made him explode right then and there.

“Fuck, you take me so well, princess,” he groaned, taking a hold of your wrists, one in each hand, thick digits wrapped around them like handcuffs, “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl f’me and cum on my cock too, lil’ gem.~” As expected, you were given no time to respond, shrieking in pleasure when he used his grip on your wrists to slam you down onto his awaiting cock, grinning down at you as he used your wrists to hold you in place while he rutted into you, snapping his hips with no clear rhythm. Each hit deep within you, resonating throughout your body in ways that you had thought would become familiar after so many times of doing it but he never failed to make you feel amazing each and every time, rearranging your guts like a mixing master.

Seemed like you were going to have to call off work with the way he was impaling you with little to no remorse, only interested in watching as your body reacted to each movement of his hips, the sound of colliding skin filling the room and your ears. As he repeatedly slammed into you, bottoming out only to snatch himself back out and slam back into you, you couldn’t contain the noises that came from your mouth and the way you kept muttering his name, begging him to slow down or go faster, you couldn’t seem to make up your mind with how stupid he was fucking you.

Little did you know, your bedroom escapades were falling up another set of ears who had decided it was time for him to buy those earplugs he mentioned or just blast some music into his ears. Man, he was tired of hearing you two go at it like rabbits, poor Tetsu.

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pulaasul · 1 year

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Freeloaders or Squatters C5 - Kurama Neon

Neon is curious why her supporter wants to meet with her at Keiwa’s house.

A/N: Shoutout to @narashikari @askrikkaiandhyotei for coining the term “Berobaa-san” that I am using in this fic XD. Also shout out to @flaim-ita , @chancellorxofxtrash , @rainixdra , @tokuteasings and @maou-the-tree because a lot of their responses have contributed to this idea XD

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Neon had a lot of questions. One of which was why was she meeting her supporter at Keiwa's house.

As far as Neon knew, Kyuun and Keiwa did not interact let alone meet. Sure, Kyuun was aware of Keiwa's existence but the only time Keiwa saw Kyuun was when he was escorting her out of the battle arena that Michinaga-san set up.

Thinking that she won't lose anything if she just knocked on the door, she did just that.

As expected, the person who answered the door was Keiwa.

The last time she saw Keiwa, there was this anger in his face that she doesn't think she has saw it before, and Sara-san was in danger before too.

To be fair, she hasn't seen his expression as it was covered by his helmet.

Although she could admit that Keiwa had the potential of being as ruthless as Michinaga-san.

The Keiwa she was seeing now seemed resigned. She couldn't sense any lick of emotion from the man before her.

"Neon-chan… can you give me your ID core?"

"My ID core?"

"I'm afraid once you'll see who's inside, property damage would be inevitable, I just want the apartment to continue standing by the time you leave."

"Property – it's not like Beroba's inside your house, right?" Neon asked.

Keiwa shook his head, sighed, and then nodded.

"Seriously? After all, she's done?!"

"I'm a bit like you now, Neon-chan," Keiwa admitted. "Someone the goddess of creation revived."

"She re- you died."

"After your last round of the Jamato Grand Prix."

"But why?"

"The reason nee-chan is a Rider now…"

"That seems unfair…"

It really was unfair. Sara-san agreed to become a Rider so that Keiwa won't be one, but he ended up becoming one anyway.

It was also unfair to the other participants, as selfish as it is think about it, Sara-san got her wish of getting her brother back even without winning the Grand Prix.

Just like her father was…

"I know…"

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry." Neon hugged the man before her. "You did not deserve this."

Keiwa did not deserve this kind of life.

Sara-san did not deserve this kind of life.

No one deserved this kind of life.

"Neither did you." Keiwa hugged back. "All things considered, I just tolerate her existence as she stays in the house full time."

"Haaaah?!" Neon exclaimed. "She's squatting?!"

Beroba's staying with the Sakurais full time, like a toxic mother-in-law, not that she knew any, who'd just invite herself inside the house, unannounced.

"Wait… why did Kyuun want me here then?"

"Kyuun-san is already inside, just; please give me your ID core."

"Okay, I'm giving Kyuun a piece of my mind."

Neon gave Keiwa her ID core as she hastily removed her sandals at the genkan.

"Wha-"

"Hello, Neon-chan!" Beroba cut off whatever remarks Neon might have.

"Konnichiwa, Obaa-san."

"Obaa-san?!"

"Keiwa called you Berobaa-san, why are you upset?"

"See, Tycoon? You won't let me have any fun?!"

"Do I have to ask Kekera-san how old you are again, Berobaa-san?" Keiwa fired back as he got a frying pan and began prepping it for his next dish.

Beroba simply pouted at the retort.

"So, why are we meeting here?" Neon turned his attention to Kyuun, totally ignoring the glare and pout that Beroba was sending her way.

"It's part of Beroba's sick game." Kyuun admitted.

"What does she get out of this?" Neon raised an eyebrow. "And why are we agreeing to her game in the first place?"

"She can hear you." Beroba decided to cut in.

"Then, maybe, leave?" Neon offered with a scathing smile.

"Told you, Berobaa-san, once people visit often enough, they'll get numb to the idea of you being here, free-loading off of me and my sister's incomes."

"Wait, they don't even pay rent?"

Like a toxic person indeed.

"Nope."

"But this is the first time Na-go's visited, she should be reacting differently."

"It was suspicious enough that Kyuun wanted to meet with me in Keiwa's house, and I was right." Neon glared at her supporter.

"Hai, hai, Neon-chan, what would you like to have?"

"You're cooking me, food?"

"Sure, since I'm already cooking for Berobaa-san and Kyuun-san."

"Do you even pay for his service?" Neon looked at her supporter.

"We don't have money, Neon." Kyuun admitted.

"It's some utopia where everything is according to their wishes," Keiwa added. "It's like everyone in their time is a Desire god in their own right."

"Money is so primitive." Beroba commented.

"So no money…"

"We have other means to trade away for something else, if not for that, the Desire Grand Prix wouldn't exist."

"So it's just a case of your currency not matching with ours." Keiwa hummed.

"And you don't call it money."

"The concept of it is the same." Beroba yawned.

"Actually, I might actually have an idea…" Kyuun actually smirked.

"So, Neon-chan?"

"I'm getting what they're having." Neon smiled.

"Kyuun-san, what would you like to have?"

"Can we have some Katsudon?"

"Berobaa-san?"

"Gyukatsu this time, please!"

"Then, can I have some Katsudon?" Neon asked, if not, I will get what Kyuun is having."

"It's no problem, I'm used to the supporters' weird requests for food," Keiwa shrugged. "Considering the things they have me cook, our finances have taken a beating."

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Everyone in the house was just eating silently. Neon found the silence a bit awkward while Keiwa did not seem to mind anything at all.

"That reminds me, has Kekera ever told you how you could support having two supporters around your house?" Kyuun broke the silence.

"No, and he hasn't told me of ways to keep our finances from taking a big hit."

"Neon, how about your father?"

"That's a great idea, Kyuun!"

"Nope, I'm not begging for money even if it's house two freeloaders." Keiwa immediately vetoed the suggestion.

"Who's saying you'd be asking for money, frankly, this is just compensation," Neon smirked. "Niram would definitely try to compensate you, even if it's to assuage my father."

"Compe-what are we?"

"I don't know, Berobaa-san, why don't you tell me what you are?"

"We'll just ask my father to ask Niram to get you hired as a DGP staff member." Neon laid out her plans.

"Niram's dead." Beroba yawned. "He died alongside Geats, turning into bubbles."

"If he died by … why's he working with Michinaga?"

"Beats me," Beroba popped another jelly in her mouth. "Niram's death was a sight to see, I have to admit."

"So both the Game Master and Producer are dead." Neon hummed.

"There's Samas." Kyuun offered.

"Samas?"

"She's the girl that's always tailing the producer like a lost puppy." Beroba supplied.

"Do they even hire people from this time period?" Keiwa couldn't help but ask.

"They do," Kyuun confirmed. "PunkJack was a man of this time period."

"Before Girori blew his brains out." Beroba chuckled as she popped another candy in her mouth.

"He was?" Neon's eyes widened as she looked at the supporters.

"You know there is another way," Beroba smirked. "You do know that I both Vision Drivers,"

"No," Keiwa immediately rejected the idea. "It's bad enough that you used sacrifices to revive me, I am not going to use a wish just to get more money, despite the situation."

"Sacrifices?"

"All the people we lost in the DGP have been used to fuel how the world was rewritten like my parents were."

Sacrifices?

People's lives were sacrificed for her to exist?

Neon couldn't process what she just heard, so she tabled the thought for later.

"You know, Tycoon, your parents were admirable." Beroba chuckled.

"What? They wanted a son so one of them made a wish and created me?" Keiwa raised an eyebrow.

"No, that would just be boring," Beroba grinned. "Despite being on death's door, they still cared for their daughter and asked for someone outside the Jamar area to get her to safety."

"We would have been happy if the four of us could live in a house, but no, the goddess of creation just had to take that away so that a Desire god would be happy."

No…

Keiwa's parents were sacrificed for her to exist.

Did her father know about this?

He didn't, right?

"I'm sorry…"

"Neon-chan, it's not your fault." Keiwa shook his head.

"But…"

"You're just an unfortunate result because of some very selfish people." Keiwa engulfed Neon in a tight hug, letting the woman cry on his chest.

"Ugh," Beroba gagged. "No one wants to see your love story.'

"L-love story?!"Kyuun exclaimed.

Keiwa looked at the two supporters with an unimpressed stare.

"Really? Now?"

Kyuun blushed in embarrassment while Beroba just stuck out her tongue.

#kamen rider geats #kyuun #beroba #kurama neon #sakurai keiwa #keiwa sakurai #neon kurama #story #freeloaders or squatters

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ladylilithprime · 1 year

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Heaven Ain't Close

Series: Fluff Is My Jamstiel

Fandom: Supernatural:

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Witch Sam Winchester, Hunter Novak Brothers, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, Cas Is A Fallen Angel Who Doesn't Want To Go Back To Heaven

Summary: Creation didn't begin in a garden, but some people liked to claim it did. John Castiel's Novak's world wouldn't end in a garden, either, but he still had to face down the Archangel who used to be his brother and say so.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 28: Goodbye

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IF HE HAD to be completely honest - and he wasn't sure he could get away with not being completely honest anymore - John Castiel Novak had been expecting something to happen for months. His twin, James Constantine Novak, hadn't said anything about Cas's preoccupation, but Cas knew he felt the edge of unease that crept up on him in quiet moments when they were out on the road in the Lincoln Continental they'd practically lived in at times over the years. The unease faded beneath a quiet, fluttery sort of joy whenever they turned Old Abe's nose towards Palo Alto once again, even going blessedly silent when Sam Winchester welcomed them home and Cas could wrap himself around the two people he loved probably more than his own life. Even easier when Sam accepted his and Jimmy's only somewhat impromptu proposal and agreed that they could talk about all three of them getting married.

But in the quiet, in the dark and the solitude of his dreams that more and more frequently followed him into the waking world, anxieties crept in. He knew he was slipping, not always managing to speak in English around Jimmy and Sam when he first woke up, but neither of them called him on it. Sam even seemed to halfway understand him at times which was its own brand of anxiety. Sam's dreams, which had always had a tendency towards the prophetic according to his brother Dean, had also been increasing in frequency, though Sam always refused to talk about them.

"I can't talk about them," he had explained once in pained frustration. "Most of the time I don't even have the words to talk about them in a way other people would understand because it's like I'm mentally tapping into the source code of the Universe and human minds aren't really equipped to process that kind of programming language wholesale. If they're something I or you can do something about, I can give warnings or point you in the right direction, maybe a name or a town if I'm lucky, but I can't just up and describe everything I See because it works on probability and human free will throws it all into flux. It's not a case of 'if this, then that', more like 'if this, then A, B, C, D, or E, but only if that person does X instead of Y before this even occurs'. And that's with the simple, straightforward ones!"

Both Cas and Jimmy had agreed not to press for details after that and stuck to offering what assistance they could by taking turns holding him along with his familiar, Bones, or bringing him a mug of one of his post-vision teas and rubbing his back, and occasionally by taking a "brief trip" to a town or to see a person when Sam could say. Sometimes they even managed to save everyone, and that helped with the disappointed grief when they were too late.

With all the anxiety twisting up in Cas's gut, it almost felt like a relief when one morning, as Cas was taking his turn sitting with Sam while Jimmy threw together something light for breakfast that didn't involve turning on the stove at all, Sam looked up from his tea and said solemnly to Cas, "He's coming."

"Finally," Cas groaned, slumping against the back of his chair and reaching up to rub his eyes. "Did he have to stop and ask for directions or something? Don't answer that."

"Do we need weapons?" Jimmy asked, studying the pair of them with a placid expression belied by unhappy eyes.

Sam shrugged and looked at Cas, who bit his lower lip and then slowly shook his head.

"It's not that it's not dangerous," he said at length. "It's just not... He doesn't want to hurt me, I don't think. But what he wants...."

"What does he want?" Jimmy frowned, an edge of protective "who is this person threatening my brother" to his voice that made Cas want to smile. Instead, he sighed.

"He wants me to make a choice," he said, glancing at Sam and grimacing at the pained sympathy he saw in his lover's eyes. "But it's not really a choice, or maybe it's just one I've already made. He won't make me fight him - I don't want to fight him - but I might need the reminder of why I made the choice when I have to look him in the eye and tell him. At this point, the best weapons I can have are the two of you and Bones beside me. My literal other half... our beloved... our loyal friend..."

Bones woofed softly and put her head on Cas's knee, and he managed a small smile for her as he scratched behind her ears affectionately. Jimmy brought the breakfast he'd made - granola and mixed berries with vanilla Kefir - over to the table and distributed the bowls between the three humans, giving Bones a small plate with a few pieces of leftover rotisserie chicken as he sat down. "I'm guessing you can't pin down the when so... Where?"

"Can we stay in the garden?" Cas asked, glancing up at Sam, who smiled a little and nodded.

"I'll ask Dean to put a 'closed for family emergency' sign on the shop," he said. At that was that.

DEAN ENDED UP coming back after putting up the sign and calling himself out of work at the garage for the day. He was also duly unimpressed when Cas tried to tell him that he didn't need to do that.

"It's not a punching or shooting kind of fight, I know," he said with a shrug. "Still a fight, and I never leave my brothers to fight alone, not when we're on our home turf. Besides, way Sammy phrased it, you need all the emotional support we can muster up for you. Max and Jess said they'd both take half days and bring the kids up around noon with lunch for all of us, and they'll stay if you want them to or clear out if you'd rather they not know whatever this is about."

Cas was still a bit too choked up by the "brothers" comment to manage a verbal response - it was a marked difference in attitude from Dean's initial suspicious threats of bodily harm towards him and Jimmy - so he could only nod weakly and lean slightly into the hand Dean rested on his shoulder.

The energies of the garden wrapped around Cas as soon as he stepped out into it, caressing his awareness and singing to him of welcome and home. For the first time, Cas made himself ignore the song to instead look around at the rampant greenery and growth with a tactical eye, seeking out a spot that was both defensible and also within easy eye line to the main gates. Catching Jimmy's eyes, he nodded to the central mosaic and its surrounding four quarter-circle benches. "Two and two?"

"All four, facing the gate," Jimmy countered. "Sam?"

"Three and one," Sam hummed, studying the benches himself. "Hospitality and all. Cas?"

"Works for me."

The three of them moved the benches around while Dean slipped back to his house to collect a cooler and a couple of bags of ice from the chest freezer under the carport. By the time Jess and Max arrived with the girls, they had settled themselves on and around the benches in casual but clear battle lines. Cas sat in the middle with Jimmy beside him and Dean on Jimmy's other side with Sam on the ground at Cas's feet and settled back between his legs. Jess took up the spot on Cas's other side with Tylene in her lap while Samantha sat beside her mother, leaving Max to take a page out of Sam's book and sit at his wife's feet. They passed around food and drinks, everyone taking turns "sneaking" bites of turkey or roast beef to Bones, talking casually about whatever light and easy topic popped into someone's mind. At some point, Cas started absentmindedly braiding sections of Sam's hair, which had Sammi clambering over her mother and sister to "help" before Bones decided that she'd had enough lounging about and coaxed Sammi into coming to run around the garden with her.

"So this is where you got yourself off to!"

The voice, an unfamiliar tenor with a jovial lilt to it, broke through a conversation between Jimmy, Max, and Dean on the proposed construction of a bigger deck out behind Dean's house. All eyes turned towards the speaker who stood leaning against the gate and watching them all with glittering golden eyes, lips curved up in a slightly sarcastic smirk. Jimmy's hand found its way to Cas's thigh and Jess leaned casually into his other side, but it was Sam who spoke first.

"You always could have asked," he said with a casual shrug of his shoulders that ended with him draping his arms over Cas's knees. "Not like you didn't know Dean and I were in the area. You still going by 'Loki' or is there another name you want to admit to this time?"

"Why so convinced Loki isn't actually my name?" their uninvited guest asked, eyebrows raised. His eyes skipped over each of them, pausing to leer a bit at Jess who had pulled aside her shirt and was feeding a hungry Tylie.

"Eyes up, horndog," Jess snorted. "These tits are already booked up."

"You don't feel right to be Loki," Max piped up. Cas glanced down at him only to see Max staring past the gate with his head tilted to one side. "You've got the right energy signature vibration wrapped around you like a cloak, but you're too bright underneath it. Did he look like this last time you saw him?"

"Eeyup," Sam confirmed, popping the 'p'. "'Course, he was also trying to pass himself off as a demigod trickster at the time until Dean showed up and blew that cover."

"Normal trickster wouldn't still be alive after getting staked by John Winchester," Dean said in the same tone as his brother. "Showed up in Palo Alto pretty soon after I moved here, kinda thought he must'a been tracking me for some reason, 'cept he left me and Sammy alone after that. Figured he got whatever he was looking for and lost interest."

"So, not a regular trickster, and not actually Loki," Jimmy summarized. "Question remains who he actually is."

"Gabriel," Cas mumbled, causing several eyes to turn his way and the figure at the gates to go very, very still. "Basapa'a'el bana'a. You never remember sleep-talking when you dream, Sam, but I was awake for that one."

"Then you know why I'm here," Gabriel said, looking at Cas with narrowed eyes. Jimmy's grip on Cas's leg tightened.

"Not really," Cas answered as he shrugged the shoulder Jess wasn't leaning on. "I can guess why you think you're here, but I'm not the one who has psychic visions and Sam's never been able to explain them or tell us much."

"And the chances of you coming with me to get that explanation--" Gabriel started.

"Not happening," Dean said. "Cas is family, so we're sticking close. Deal with it."

"They call you 'Cas'?" Gabriel ignored Dean to look at Cas.

"It's my name," Cas said, thumb stroking through Sam's hair. "Short form of my middle name, anyway. John Castiel Novak. Older twin to James Constantine Novak."

"Fiance to Sam Winchester," Sam spoke up quietly.

"Future brother-in-law to Dean Winchester," Dean added.

"Adopted son of Bobby Singer," Jimmy chimed in.

"And future godfather-in-law to Samantha and Tylene Moore," Jess finished. "So you wanna talk to Cas, you'll just have to do it here with the rest of us attending."

Gabriel grimaced, studying the resolved faces, then sighed. "Can I come in, then?"

"Can you?" Cas challenged, raising an eyebrow.

Gabriel frowned at him, then pushed open the gate and stepped inside. The adults all relaxed, Sam even tilting his head back to press against Cas's middle and not precisely incidentally exposing his throat at the confirmation that Gabriel was accepted by the wards.

"Have a seat," Dean said, reaching behind himself to get at the cooler. "You want a beer?"

"You think I'm gonna be here long enough to drink it?" Gabriel countered skeptically as he moved to sit on the free bench.

"The wards let you in, so you ain't here to hurt anyone," Dean shrugged.

"Archangel," Gabriel pointed out.

"Still not more powerful than the wards," Sam hummed. "Michael bounced."

"When was that?" Cas asked idly.

"Little over a year ago," Sam answered. "Tried sneaking through to possess Dean at one point. The wards read his intentions as harmful and flung him off. Raphael showed up wearing some poor man named Donnie five minutes later, couldn't get past the gate, and then started yelling over the wall to demand I 'hand over the Michael Sword'. Dean thought he'd lost his mind."

"I blame Carver Edlund," Dean grumbled.

"Carver Edlund?" Gabriel stared, then looked back at Cas, then at Jimmy. Cas saw the realization dawning. "John and James. The Novak Gospels. After everything these two did to hide themselves and their bloodline, Raph and Mikey followed the drunk prophet writing books about you two straight to the Winchesters."

"They didn't have any more luck getting us to play their games than the demons," Sam said blandly. "And the demons had a head start, what with constantly trying to figure out why Azazel's experiments kept coming out here and disappearing off their radar. They don't tend to make it out this far, though. Try again."

"What?" Gabriel blinked.

"You're trying to rattle Cas's feelings of safety, of the security of the people he loves, playing on the potential guilt of putting me and Dean in danger except that wasn't on Cas and Jimmy. That was Azazel," Sam said. He lifted a hand to tap lightly at his temple. "I'm connected to the wards that are still reading your intentions. Try again."

"Or don't," Cas muttered under his breath. At a more normal volume, he added, "And skip the part about not having the safety of the wards when Jimmy and I are out on hunts. We know the risks, accept them, and take steps to minimize them, so maybe try being direct about why you're here instead of dancing around the subject."

"Okay then," Gabriel narrowed his eyes and leaned forward. "You need to leave here and come with me to retrieve your Grace, Castiel, or the next time one of our brothers comes across you and realizes who you are they're going to kill you."

"I know," Cas said, raising his voice to carry over the startled protests from Jimmy, Max, Dean and Jess. "And it's a shame that they're going to receive those orders, but taking back my Grace wouldn't stop them."

"Cas?" Jess murmured worriedly, her free hand fumbling for his.

"I accepted when I Fell that I wouldn't be allowed to go home," Castiel said softly, eyes fixed on Gabriel. "After so many times being put through reeducation for daring to do something as simple as feel compassion for humanity, I knew that if I left the Host to become one then I would never be welcomed back."

"You could," Gabriel pressed. "You can take back your Grace and then take me back up, and nobody would question that you only Fell to have a better chance at finding the wayward runaway Archangel."

"I am a horrible liar, Gabriel," Castiel shook his head. "And I am still just as flawed as I was before I left. Perhaps more so."

"What the hell?" Dean demanded. "Ain't nothing about you that's flawed!"

"Oh, but there is, at least for an angel," Castiel sighed. "Or so I have been told over and over by Naomi every time she must deal with me. Too much heart." He took a deep breath and let it out, letting that part of him slip away again. "Sorry, Gabriel. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't really want to."

"Cassie," Gabriel pleaded. "If they kill you, that's it. You'll never see Heaven again."

"I wouldn't anyway," Cas shrugged, glancing at Jimmy and receiving a nod. "I'm marrying Sam, along with Jimmy, and we're planning to dedicate ourselves to Hades."

"Cas and I share a soul," Jimmy added, leaning into his brother. "One soul, two bodies, but it's definitely both of us. And we don't want to go to any afterlife that doesn't have our friends and our husband-to-be waiting in it."

"It wouldn't be Heaven without him," Cas finished. "I'm sorry, Gabriel... but if the only reason you came is to take me away from the people I love, the family who cares for me and supports me without trying to change me, then I guess this is goodbye."

"You're making a mistake," Gabriel warned. "You won't get another chance after this, and your human family are the ones who'll have to suffer for it when you're dead."

"Maybe," Jimmy answered instead. "If he ends up dying before me, I'm probably going to fall to pieces. But it's not like we don't know where he's going, and it's still his mistake to make. Free will and choice matter. Maybe angels don't have free will--"

"--but humans do," Cas finished. "And whatever else I was, I'm human now. That means I make my own choices, good and bad, and I accept and live with the consequences, good and bad. And I'm choosing this."

At last, Gabriel slumped in his seat, defeated. "Yeah, I get it. I ran away because I couldn't take Raph and Mikey's monofocusing on The Plan and didn't want to choose between them and Luci, but that was still a choice and I'm living with it. So I get it. Just... what am I supposed to do with this now?"

He held up a bottle of something blue-white and glowing that flowed like oil in zero gravity as he waggled it back and forth. Jimmy hissed under his breath, his grip on Cas's knee going tight enough to bruise. Jess made a noise like she was trying to swallow a coo of admiration. And Sam... started humming.

...never gonna give you up... never gonna let you down....

Cas snickered, threading his fingers through Sam's hair, thinking not for the first time that he was going to really enjoy meeting Tyson Brady in the afterlife.

"Give it to Persephone," he told Gabriel. "I'm sure she'll be able to think of something suitable to do with it."

#sastimmy #millmoore #sam winchester #castiel #jimmy novak #dean winchester #max miller #jessica moore #archangel gabriel

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cassynite · 1 year

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8, 9, 11, 15!

Hellooooo thank you so much for the ask!!! :D (Sorry that this is like. Long.)

8. Do you have any OC family trees?

Haaaaaaaa. If I made a bingo card for my OC traits, "Family Issues" would probably be a free space. I tend to invest a lot in the creation of family for most to all of my OCs, though I tend not to go further back than a generation or two if any, so I'm not sure "family tree" is applicable. Ironically my two main WOTR OCs also have the most fleshed out family lines so a brief history: Sparrow is the younger of two children, with her older brother being Crow (neither of these are their real names, I feel like it must be said because I've never mentioned it before. It's just that Sparrow no longer remembers either her or her brother's actual names because they went by their nicknames so often). They used to have a middle sibling who was called Starling but she doesn't exist anymore due to -narrative redundancy- budget cuts. They were born from Taldor field researchers (names unknown at this time), a pair of wildlife experts who were first drawn together due to similar interests/projects who then eventually got married. They'd be the fantasy equivalent of ornithologists (bird theme again! I'm so clever), and they traipsed all around Avistan and Garund following migration patterns of various species. When Sparrow was born--a child who was not hyper-competent and a literal genius, like her older brother--instead of settling down so that they could raise her, they pawned her off with her brother to an engineer in Alkenstar who was willing to take the baby for a chance to nurture her brother's incredible intelligence, and promptly went off to [REDACTED], where they presumably died. They certainly were never seen again. As for Sparrow's grandparents, they are all dead except for one. Sparrow's maternal grandparents are both gone, but they'd been strict followers of Erastil and had owned an enormous farm which had eventually been inherited by one of Sparrow's aunts (Sparrow's mother was the third of like eight kids, all of whom are now scatted across Taldor). Sparrow's mother's fascination with birds and wildlife came from growing up to respect nature and the creatures that lived within it. Sparrow's paternal grandparents came from the city; I don't know a whole lot about them except that her grandmother was very much into charity work and overt "good" actions that she did for the purpose of bolstering her self-image and her grandfather was a laborer who eventually retired and is still alive in present day. Her father bucked against his family's expectations, went to university for something they did not approve of, and cut off contact at some point after he met Sparrow's mother; Sparrow's grandfather would not even know about Sparrow's existence, but she gets a lot of her personality from him. Vonzi's family isn't as far reaching but her relationships are more important because they're her driving motivator. She has two sisters (still waffling between whether she's the middle or baby child), named Viritine (eldest) and Aerici (middle or youngest), as well as a niece, Laicanis (or Laica), who is Aerici's daughter from a ship captain who died before Laica was born. Their mother's name was Zapphine, a woman whose grandparents came from southern Gerund. Zapphine grew up in a cloistered community that worshiped a strange minor entity that they called the Lady of the Stars (think, like Wintersun in level of community scale), who they were aware could see through time and they worshiped as a way to gain knowledge to avoid calamities. Zapphine never married, it wasn't that kind of place and she never developed a strong enough relationship with any of the others to have more than casual relationships; they had a very community-focused approach to child-rearing so none of the children knew who their fathers were. And then of course when Vonzi was born, Zapphine spirits her and her sisters out of the community out of fear of what the community would do to her as the "chosen" of the stars, and they never regain any of those connections.

9. Favourite OC?

Probably Vonzi! She's so fun to write, she just refuses to let things get to her, and she's got a really sarcastic sense of humor that makes me excited to have her interact with people. She also has a different state of mind due to her time-traveling shenanigans which is equally fun to write because it's like deeply scattered and confused, it makes for some great unreliable narrator moments. Sparrow is very close to my heart but due to her having an unfortunate case of "too much like her creator's worst traits" I can't love her very much. My poor little meow meow, please grow a spine.

11. Sum up one or more of your wips!

Uuuuuh well the current one I'm working on has the WIP title of "Daeran's mommy issues," so. It's a character study on my headcanons surrounding Daeran's relationship to his mother and how he feels about her death and her legacy, as well as his place in it. Mainly the thesis comes down to coming to terms with growing up into a person that your parent would not have liked. Another WIP is Vonzi-focused and looks at her friendship with Lann, which I might eventually post because I personally find it really funny but We'll See. There are a few others of post-canon Sparrow stories but they're all in the super-draft stage of "one sentence with the idea I have in mind of their plot" so who knows if they ever grow legs.

15. How many projects do you have going on right now? Are there any that you doubt you’ll ever finish?

It'd be quicker to list off the stories I think I will finish, which is the Daeran fic I am currently working on and nothing else. It's probably going to get done if only because I have the outline set and it's been rotting my brain for the better part of a month. I abandon so many projects...RIP to my WIP graveyard. Good news is I don't post anything I haven't already finished so if it ever shows up it's DEFINITELY done!

#cassy answers #celestialkindliness #thanks again for the askkkkkk <33 #oc: sparrow

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Music Design.

Finnuala O'Higgins

As a concept artist my skill set has waned in its helpfulness towards the end of this project, as my teammates focus on modelling, particle effects, and animation. However, we still needed music for this concept to be actualised within the dome, so I found myself pulling up my socks to wrestle with the fickle creature named Adobe Audition. I am not a stranger to the production and creation of music having played violin for several years, but my experience is in a far more acoustic format than the task before me. Regardless, armed with royalty free tracks scavenged from the internet and a menagerie of objects from my university halls I got to work.

I approached this project in three avenues: music, ambiance, and SFX. These three categories would then come together to create a textured soundscape for our experience. Of course, I do not have time to record a plan for any grand musical venture, but with a few shortcuts, I was confident that I could achieve actualisation of all three of these components. Beginning with music, I immediately thought of John Powell’s score in ‘How to Train Your Dragon’. Although I will never be able to forgive the franchise for utterly ruining the narrative of my favourite childhood book series, it is hard not to fall in love with Powell’s music that brought the whole film alive. Especially “Test Drive” heard during the first flight of Hiccup and Toothless. This piece of music in D major is relatively simplistic but is full of colourful swells and cascading couplets of crescendo, it is light but dramatic in essence retaining the beauty of the visuals without losing the tension of the scene.

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Figure 1 – The London Music Works, “Test drive”, (2019).

This is the same effect I want to establish within our interactive experience, that is visually aesthetic but the danger of the dragon is always present. To enhance this effect, the dragon itself with be serenaded by its own dynamic musical piece, built upon a softer base melody of an environment piece. I want the experience of the dome to build over time, so the audience is not thrust into an overwhelming scene that is too much to take in. Therefore, the score begins with just a baseline of string plucking of an Erhu, (sourced from Pixabay). I distilled it from the sound bite and increased the reverb, before multiplying it into a 60 BPM line, to act as a reference point for the rest of the layers. This relatively slow beginning as the bare skeleton of the music also acts as a conductor of suspense. The audience knows whether or not they are familiar with musical layers, that there must be more than these three notes to come beginning the building of tension.

After a couple of seconds, a piano joins the Erhu in quiet melody that appears to complete the scene structure as it gently swells. I got a lot of help from my friend, who is lucky enough to have her electric keyboard with her in university, who sent me a 10-second melody that I could loop to whatever time frame I needed. On top of this, I added some orchestral digital effects, to create a silky overtone that deepened the sound. But this gentle harmony is short-lived as a beastly roar cuts off the music, reaching the upper decimal limit of the piece. This roar takes place on a half beat to increase the jarring surprise of its presence. This sound effect was found also off Pixabay. I added an Adobe Audition echo effect to the roar, to increase the sense of distance as this will be the dragon's dramatic entrance, as it soars over the mountain peaks and into view. Originally, I added the epic crescendo of Roie Shpigler’s ‘Aluminium’ immediately as the dragon roars, but then moved it to erupt into life half a beat after the roar’s initial echo. This is so that neither sound competes with the other, as they are both loud and dynamic, thus preserving their individual emotive effects. Shpigler’s ‘Aluminium’ is a varied piece that if left untouched would have been effective, but would have ended prematurely due to the timeline of our experience and therefore would have felt unfinished. So instead, I looped the core swell set of the final sequence after the crescendo, to mimic the rolling nature of Powell’s score.

As the rhythm of this loop settles and the shock of the dragon's entrance dies, I wanted to plateau the tension to capture the beauty of the scene once again, as the audience watch the dragon and its flying fish dip and glide. To achieve this, I overlayed a digitally generated vocal harmony onto the piano layer that follows the top line of the piece. After a copious amount of effects and edits, I achieved an almost unnatural vocalisation, that increases the epic fantasy theme of the scene. By using the final sequences of Shpigler’s ‘Aluminium’, I already had a decrescendo to end the piece. Which was enhanced by a Pixbay sound effect of exploding glass, that would signal the final back out of the dome as the dragon consumes it. The end of the effect would continue for a few seconds even when darkness prevails, leaving the audience to brush off the phantom glass shards.

References

Shpigler, R. (2021) “Aluminium” Artlist, Royalty Free Music, Accessible at: https://artlist.io/royalty-free-music/album/aluminum/9996

Silva Screen Records (2019) “Test Drive - from the album "Music From The How To Train Your Dragon Trilogy"” [video] 18 Jul 2019, Accessible at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTSXiF_cxG8#:~:text=Test%20Drive%20%2D%20from%20the%20album,Train%20Your%20Dragon%20Trilogy%22%20%2D%20YouTube

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jotun-philosopher · 6 months

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More random Good Omens prompts/imaginings from the depths of my brain

First part here, third part here

As ever, if you'd like to use one or more of these points as inspiration for art or fic, feel free! Just tag me in the end result, 'cos I'd love to see it :D

(adding a read-more thingy b/c LOOOONG rambling post)

Aziraphale's puttering gently around the bookshop, and Crowley's slouching around, admiring him and smiling besottedly. Azzy eventually spots him and asks how long he's been doing that. "Quite a while," Crowley replies. "You're the most beautiful being in all creation." This catches Azzy right in the still-slightly-shaky self-esteem, and he has to bury his face in Crowley's shoulder for a bit. Once he's recovered, he realises that his faithful serpent seems to be working up to a Significant Question and fidgeting with something in his pocket, so he steps back to give Crowley space to ask. Besotted Snek stutters his way through fragments of a pre-planned speech that's mostly swan-dived out of his memory, before mentally going 'sod it' and saying words to the effect of, "We've more or less been emotionally married for millennia at this point." [holds out open ring box] "Want to formalise it?" Aziraphale: [loud excited squeals through which the word 'YES!!!!!!!!!' can be at least somewhat distinguished] Once the ring's on his finger, Azzy pulls a ring box out of his own pocket and proffers it to Crowley, conveying his own question via squeaks, eyebrow movements, hand gestures and full-body wiggles because he's so happy and excited that he's temporarily lost the capacity for coherent speech. When the ring's on Crowley's finger, they both have a bit of a 'holy crap, did we just get ENGAGED???? Are we FIANCES now????? :D' moment before smooching each other's faces off

Azzy and Crowley discussing wedding plans, deciding against a church ceremony (for many very obvious reasons) and a simple registry office thing (feels a bit...mundane), eventually going for a handfasting-type ceremony at Tadfield Manor (in the garden, because Azzy finds expansive indoor spaces with fluorescent lighting a bit triggering), with guests including the Shopkeepers' Association, Shadwell and Madame Tracy, Anathema and Newt, the Them, and Muriel <3 Speeches and toasts about 6000 years of slow burn love and "my angel, who makes eternity worthwhile" and "my demon -- my wily old serpent who led me to salvation", a first dance to A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square, an eclectic playlist that ranges from Shostakovitch to Saint-Saens* and Queen (We Are The Champions, Somebody To Love etc) and Velvet Underground (Sunday Morning, I'll Be Your Mirror, Pale Blue Eyes etc) <3 General all-round romantic loveliness! *(I picked this 'cos Azzy's listening to Danse Macabre in S2E3 when he's talking to the Bentley about 'classical music that stays classical music')

The Ineffable Husbands are wandering around, hand in hand, being happy and adorable and completely in love, when they happen to walk past one of those loud obnoxious street preachers, who calls out to them with some religious remark that hits directly on a raw point. Aziraphale instantly drops from cheery bonhomie to steely, icy civility, coldly telling the preacher, "I have neither the time nor the patience to explain just how offensively wrong you are. Kindly leave. Now." No miracles required -- the preacher is so intimidated that they scurry off immediately, and Azzy is able to cheer back up after a few moments of staring at his wily, precious ol' serpent <3

Muriel nips into GMCOGMD for a soothing chamomile tea after an all-hands meeting in Heaven that was supposed to be about the Second Coming but didn't go quite according to plan >:D Nina points them towards Crowley, who's gloomily consuming mug after mug of the strongest espresso she can legally sell him. Muriel goes over and, after the initial couple beats of awkwardness, tells him, "I think we're going to need a new metaphor." C: "Huh?" M: "Because if a, um, murder hornet or something gets into a beehive..." [C. perks up a bit and deploys his Left Eyebrow] "...I don't think it'd spread absolute unbridled chaos..." [C. starts smirking affectionately] "...simply by being unrelentingly lovely to the worker drones!" [C. cackles delightedly, startling everyone in the coffee shop] C: "Ohohohoho, Aziraphale, you absolute BEAUTY!!! Hahahahaha!"

In an attempt to keep Aziraphale in line when his psychological break from Heaven becomes increasingly obvious, the Metatron has Sandalphon give Crowley's block of flats the Sodom-and-Gomorrah treatment with him inside it, while Azzy is forced to watch. Afterwards, Azzy starts wearing a black armband of mourning, and as a piece of stubborn, bloody-minded contrariness and rebellion, deliberately makes it larger and more elaborate whenever anyone comments on it (sometimes twice in a row, e.g. 'That armband...' *ka-elaborate!* '...Are you going to do that *every* time someone comments on it??' *Looks them dead in the eye and ka-elaborates again*) -- especially when he starts to suspect that Crowley survived. He did, of course, thanks to a Nice & Accurate letter from Anathema Device that gave him enough notice to be able to pack up his stuff *and* evacuate the other residents with all their possessions! By the time the Ineffable Husbands are reunited, Azzy's armband is so large and elaborate that it covers his entire upper left arm in an intricate braid of gilt-edged black and red leather with subtle snake designs everywhere -- it ends up hanging in pride of place on the living room wall of their South Downs cottage :D

Crowley fretting over a traumatised, just-escaped-from-Heaven Aziraphale -- cuddling him, wrapping him in blankets, cuddling him some more, stroking and nuzzling his face and hair, and so on... Someone (who Crowley's already a bit miffed at) incautiously ventures to ask why he's acting this way, to which Crowley calmly and coldly replies, "When I was crawling out of a lake of boiling sulphur after the Fall, I really needed hugs and comfort and soft blankets, but there was nothing. No-one was offering. I had to deal with that trauma alone. Aziraphale might not have Fallen, but he's lost a load-bearing part of his identity in a similarly traumatic way, and I am NOT going to make him go through that on his own. If you have anything so crass as an objection, the door's over there [points]. Don't let it hit you on your way out." [proceeds to glare until they back down]

Aziraphale just barely escaping Heaven, fleeing to the bookshop pretty much via homing instinct, and desperately scrubbing out the summoning circle before the trauma catches up to him and he keels over into Crowley's arms

During the course of preventing-the-Second-Coming planning, Crowley takes to wandering aimlessly around the bookshop, clutching Azzy's cuddly grey cardigan like a security blanket

The Ineffable Husbands accurately narrating each other's body language and facial expressions from opposite ends of a long-distance phone call because they just know each other THAT well <3 (audibly acrobatic Left Eyebrow!!! The Full-Body Wiggles!!!)

One of the Ineffables getting a bit morose about what'll happen if the Second Coming isn't stopped and sadly quoting, "Dies irae, dies illa..." and the other announcing their presence by completing the sentence with "...solvet saeclum in favila. But it won't come to that." [reassuring squeeze to the other's shoulder]

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #ineffable walnuts #fic prompt #art prompt #fanfiction #fanfic #fan art

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hanatiny · 3 years

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Aim To Please

a/n: I’m aware that certain kinks in this may not sit well with some people, but I have a very specific target audience for this one so :) a/n 2: happy birthday to the stressed mom Seonghwa, hope he eats well and has a good day~ <3

pairing: incubus!Seonghwa x f!reader

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 1866

warnings: consensual somnophilia, unprotected sex, noona kink, pet names, Hwa has a gun kink, he's also a whiny service top, praise kink, marking (both biting and light scratching), brief mention of overstimulation, orgasm control

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Seonghwa had been visiting you somewhat regularly for a couple months now. He first came to you in a dream while you were feeling lonely and then another night, when you found yourself unable to sleep, he actually physically materialised in front of you.

Incubi were said to simply come to 'their human' for sex and that was that, they would leave once they got what they wanted.

Seonghwa, however, was a little different. He had a bit of a childlike curiosity to him, ironic as it seemed for an immortal demonic creature, and you adored the way his eyes would light up like shooting stars every time you'd talk to him and tell him about your day or simply recount a memory you happened to be fond of.

You grew attached to each other rather quickly and easily, a strong emotional bond forming between the two of you that one wouldn't necessarily think possible.

And so, when he arrived this particular night, he couldn’t help but pout a little when he found you fast asleep in your bed. Then again he couldn’t really blame you, it was sometime between 2 and 3am after all. In all honestly, he was relieved to see you get some rest, knowing how you struggled at times.

He visited you for a different reason tonight though; it was his creation day - or birthday, a word he learned from you that meant essentially the same thing in human terms, which he used interchangeably.

He wanted to celebrate it with you and to do so, he’d either have to wait until you'd awaken on your own accord, or wake you up himself. He technically wanted to do neither but he was an incubus, so he did the one thing that he knew how to do.

Hesitating for a beat, then, Seonghwa's face blossomed a cherry red when he recalled how you had previously informed in a conversation that he had been given explicit permission to have his way with you whenever he pleased.

Feeling the mattress dip beneath his weight, he carefully maneuvered himself onto the mattress to hover above you. Seonghwa, careful and gentle as ever, balanced himself on one hand while lifting the other to brush a few strands of hair out of your face.

Your expression was peaceful as you slept, head tilted slightly to the side, and he couldn't help but coo softly at the sight while he briefly lost himself in his own thoughts.

How would he ever tell you that he had fallen in love with you, someone belonging in a different world...? He had yet to figure it out.

He shook his emotional dilemma off in favor of trailing his lips down from your jaw over your neck and collarbone with slow, deliberate kisses. You stirred slightly with a soft hum, remaining asleep.

Seonghwa’s soft lips attached themselves to your skin to gently suck a marking near your shoulder. Once satisfied, he pulled back and his hands went to free your sleeping form from the blanket it was covered with.

He froze in his tracks for a brief moment, not having expected you to be dressed exclusively in an oversized t-shirt. He bit his lip and toyed with the hem of the piece of fabric that still covered your body before pushing it up to under your breasts for easier access to where he wanted to be.

His hands established a gentle but firm grip on your thighs and parted them for him while he nipped all over the skin of your stomach, trying to distract himself and not turn bright red once more from the realization of your lack of underwear.

Like the gentle man he was, Seonghwa glided his fingertips over your inner thighs with featherlight touches and if it wasn’t for the airy giggle you let out, having known you were rather ticklish, he would have thought you couldn’t feel him at all.

You leaned into his touch slightly out of instinct when his fingers ghosted over your slit to see if you were wet enough to take him - he knew it could be painfully if either party isn’t aroused to a more than sufficient level. But, to his relief, you were practically dripping, which led him to believe you may have been having a wet dream. Little did he know, you had been in a limbo between asleep and awake ever since his hands first came into contact with your heated skin.

Seonghwa was way too focused on his task to notice your state of half-consciousness, and he didn’t even connect the dots when you mewled out loud after he had discarded his pants and gradually pushed his length into your entrance.

Once he bottomed out, he whined softly as he began to rock his hips into you and it surprised you time and time how gentle he’d start off with you - as if you were a porcelain doll and he was afraid of breaking you - and that you’d always, without fail, remind him that he didn’t have to be, that you could take it.

There was a tenderness in his actions that you couldn’t quite place. You refused to believe that the root of it was love.

It was when his voice went high-pitched with a shaky “N-noona..~” that your eyes flew open, thankful for his lack of focus on you while he moaned softly, your hand blindly fumbling for something under the pillow next to you.

Your fingers finally took hold of and wrapped around the cold metal item, pulling it out from where you hid it until mere seconds ago, and Seonghwa’s hips stuttered slightly when he heard a familiar soft click, but he only snapped his gaze back forward to look at you wide-eyed as he felt a gun barrel pressed to the side of his head.

“Noona, I-”

“Hush, sugar. You’ll be good and listen to every word I say, yeah~?” You smirked up at him as he nodded and let out a desperate whine of affirmation.

It was a peculiar kink of him to have to want to call you noona, you mused, considering that he was a century old creature and you physically would not be able to top that as a human being. But you figured that it wouldn’t hurt to indulge him, considering that no one in his past seemed to have done so based on his delight when you complied and agreed.

Whimpers from the man above you pulled you back into the present reality as you watched him struggle to keep up a rhythm with the gun pressed to his head. You cooed at how good of a job he was doing regardless, “Such a good boy, fucking noona good just how he knows she likes it...~”

Seonghwa cried out, his face flushed because of how he submissive he acted, contrary to how he usually at least tried to appear to be.

“Mhm, my pretty babyboy figured he could use my body for his own pleasure, similar to how the rest of his kind does hm~? It’s cute, really.” You purred, unable to stop a moan from slipping from your lips while your grip on the loaded gun tightened slighly, although you made sure to keep your fingers away from the trigger just in case.

“You make noona feel so good, sugar, just like you’re meant to...~” You smiled up at Seonghwa with a so obviously deceiving sweetness that made his pouty lips tremble slightly, a few strands of his messy hair sticking to his slightly sweaty forehead.

You knew the telltale signs of when he was about to cum, your first trist with the demon having been what felt like years ago although it only lied back a few months.

“I-I... Noona, ‘m already close...~” He panted softly above you, causing you to coo as he twitched inside of you, a smile tugging at you lips.

“Mhm I can tell, baby~ You can hold it in for a little longer for noona, no?” Your voice carried a lilt as you hummed and it unsettled Seonghwa that he couldn’t quite place it, but he nodded eagerly nonetheless, not willing to even so much as risk disappointing you.

“Y-yeah!” He gasped softly when you suddenly wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him even deeper inside of you, your back arching as you did so, “Good boy...~ Oh fuck, right there-”

You hissed lowly under your breath, having unintentionally pushed the tip of your lover’s cock right into the spot that would make you come undone. Seonghwa whined loudly and desperately above you as he continued his almost frenzied thrusts into your heat, his head thrown back and his body on the verge of overstimulation when you found your climax around his length.

It was convenient for him to be so well-endowed, you mused, since he was able to hit the most pleasurable spots deep inside of you with ease.

“P-please noona, I-I can’t-”

“Cum, Seonghwa.”

And just like that, with two simple words, he let go and released himself inside of you, a soft moan drifting from you at the feeling of warmth spreading through your body.

Seonghwa panted softly as he slowly came down from his high, reaching to caress your cheek as if in a trance while you dropped the hand holding the gun onto a pillow next to the two of you before letting go of the item entirely.

Having caught your breath, you nudged him to roll over, which he willingly did after carefully pulling out of you.

You turned to face him, tenderly threading a hand through his hair as he pouted at you.

“Y/n-”

“Shh, I know Hwa. I should get cleaned up... but I’m too tired, so I’ll just shower in the morning.” You smiled reassuringly, to which he relaxed as well and wordlessly wrapped his arm around you to pull you close and cuddle you.

“Happy birthday...~” You murmured before drifting off, leading Seonghwa to coo softly at you in endearment as he held you close to himself protectively.

You were truly the only gift he could ever want and need.

When you woke up the next morning, it was in an entirely different position than the one you fell asleep in. Shifting in your bed, you realized that your supernatural companion had cleaned both himself and you in the night before making sure to dress you appropriately so you wouldn’t be cold.

You found your gun on the nightstand next to you a few moments after, along with a small note Seonghwa must’ve written in a hurry if the handwriting on it was anything to go by.

‘Thought I’d allow myself to clean you up so you could stay under your comfy blankets a little longer. Hope you don’t mind :)’

There were a few hearts scribbled all over the piece of paper, and your head fell back against your pillow with a knowing smile and a happy sigh.

You were glad the incubus seemed to reciprocate your feelings, and you’d be sure to tell him so when he would return.

“I love you too, Hwa.”

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Sonic Ring Bond - Episode of New History 06

The following is a work of fan fiction by Joshua D. Tarwater and is in no way affiliated with or endorsed by SEGA SAMMY HOLDINGS.* *SEGA SAMMY HOLDINGS retains full rights over the Sonic the Hedgehog™ intellectual property and can terminate or take control of this work at any time.

~EPISODE OF NEW HISTORY 06~

★Ring Shifts.

A simple phenomenon that reshapes the face of the world, exposing the dimensional layers that make it up and preventing major leaps and bounds in technology. There are few exceptions, the nefarious Doctor Eggman being one such example. So vast is his genius that it is not beyond him to make his own artificial moon from which he can see the true entirety of the world as he deigns to shape it to his whims. Yet what powers could possibly also threaten a man who can reshape the world as he pleases?

Tunnels and corridors countless in number Overgrown, flooded, alive with technology Wandering stone constructs Patrolling machines Rolling meadows Great electrical conduits Nature and machine fusing An impossible world within a great metal egg Glowing large computer screen reflecting all

-Dah~ hahahahaha!!

-That fool Sonic! He surely believes he has bested me leaving my beautiful and wondrous creation in ruins. But it survived reentry and crashing into the ocean, all because of my super genius! I’ll rebuild it in no time and return it to its rightful place among the stars!

-Dah~ hahahahaha!!-

“He really did survive,” Tails commented amazed, and with just a hint of uneasy disgust at the video footage of Eggman he had up on the rather massive computer screen.

“What’d I tell you, Tails? Eggman’s a tough egg to crack”

It was the second time that day Sonic found himself sitting on a mountain of robots that had been disassembled and put back together to serve as a computer. Unlike within Tails’ workshop however, Tails needed to overpower Eggman’s computer systems and had used far more components and robots. The simple control room that the two adventures now occupied had become more akin to a closet with a massive computer screen making up the far wall.

“I guess so,” Tails laughed nervously, learning that Eggman was not a threat the world could be free of so easily.” And it looks like there wasn’t a lot of damage to the Death Egg either if he believed he could get it operational again.”

“I don’t know, Eggman’s a bit miracle worker when it comes to world ending machines,” Sonic shrugged with disgust. “The absolute worst kind of miracles.”

“More like curses, right?”

“Exactly!” Sonic snickered as Tails gave a rounding point to the insults aimed at Eggman. But a stern expression soon settled onto his features as Tails worked to find more recordings. “The problem is Eggman seems to be oblivious to my time travel problem.”

“Then maybe…”

“Dream or not, it wasn’t a bad idea to pay him a visit if he really could fix this place. We’ll need to shut it down for good before we leave no matter what we learn.”

-Dah~ hahahahaha!!,- Eggman’s laugh filled the control room as Tails found another clip of interest.

“He could really do to laugh less though.”

“Part of the whole world conquering scientist bit he has going on,” Sonic comforted Tails as the fox shuddered. But neither dwelled on it as they listened to what Eggman had to say.

-What a find!! Plants that believe they can conquer the technology of super genius scientist, Doctor Eggman!!-

-…-

-It started with grass on the outside, but now there are whole forests growing inside the Death Egg!! What an uncalled-for mistreatment of my glorious creation!! I’ll have to send out several platoons to burn it away.-

-…-

-Not good. The plants are starting to cripple several of the factories. I’ve been having to build my beautiful machines by hand. I built several assistants, but they��ve been taken down now as well. I had thought it was just unusual plants brought in by an untimely Ring Shift, but I haven’t detected any such phenomenon. Yet there are even whole stone structures starting to appear. It’s preposterous!! There should be out of control Ring readings for such a shift, yet there is absolutely nothing!!-

-…-

-Dah~ hahahahaha!!

-I’ve finally found the answer!! The would-be conquerors of my greatest creation are a force of stone statues. I’ve found them roaming all over within the Death Egg and challenging my unmatched robots. I’ll have to rebuild my robots to better engage them, but I am absolutely enamored with the green gems that adorn them. They seem to be a power source and one I shall soon understand!! And once I do, I will turn it to allow for my conquest of all the world!!

-Dah~ hahahahaha!!-

-…-

-Impossible!! The gem upon these stone constructs!! The laser it fires turned the specimen tube I trapped one in directly into Rings!! I’ve never heard of anyway to feed energy back into Rings to force their formation!! Me!! Super genius scientist, Doctor Eggman!! I will not be outdone by mere statues!! I’ll destroy them all myself and study their power sources from the broken remains!!

-Dah~ hahahahaha!!-

“That was the last entry,” Tails stated as he leaned back, a look of exhaustion on his features having been exposed to so much of Eggman’s drivel. “At least he has no trouble coming up with different adjectives to describe his work, but could he be more into himself.”

“You get used to it,” Sonic shrugged, and followed the gesture up by yet again slipping into a more serious demeanor. “But considering how many of his mechs are filling and around the Death Egg, we can bet he’s still out there. It’s probably only a matter of time before he finds us digging through his things and comes looking to pick a fight.”

“Do you think we should–?”

“Run?” Sonic finished Tails’ question for him. “Nah. Something is messing up Eggman’s plans and even he can’t figure out what it is. I’m actually thinking of seeing if I can’t rescue him and set him to work figuring it out.”

“I don’t think that will work,” Tails laughed. “We’d be better off getting out of here and looking back into his stuff when he shows up next.”

“Except leaving now would leave him with a fully repairable Death Egg. At the least we need to shut it down before we split.”

“I guess you have a plan then, Sonic,” Tails wagered a guess and jumped to his feet before Sonic stood up and pushed him back down.

“Yeah, but you still have tests to run, right?”

“Wait, you don’t mean you actually still want me to try and figure out what happened to the Chaos Emeralds!?”

“Sure do,” Sonic smirked and flashed Tails a thumbs up. “It’s the whole reason we came here remember, to check on Eggy and give you the chance to use his tech. Besides, my dream seemed to end today, so maybe Eggman actually does know what’s behind my time problems.”

“I can’t believe you.”

“Hey, I can trust you to defend yourself here, right.”

“O-Of course!” Tails enthusiastically replied as Sonic put his faith in him. Turning to the computer he began to furiously type in a series of commands that resulted in several information windows being displayed on the screen. The one that most caught Sonic’s eye was a map of the locations of the Death Egg’s main power reactors.

“Looks like I have a good route to run today,” Sonic laughed enjoying the anticipation of making things even more difficult for Eggman and his plans of world domination.

“And I can keep track of you over the security systems,” Tails added and brought up more information windows. “They aren’t all working, which just may be because of the golems, so you may need to break a few on your way to paint me a full picture of what’s going on in here. Then, once you find Eggman and I finish compiling my data on the Chaos Energy clinging to you and what’s siphoning it, I can grab the Tornado and we can get out of this creepy place.”

“Sweet,” Sonic complimented the plan and tousled the top of Tails’ head. “We’re definitely going to make this a winning day for us. Stopping Eggman again, learning what’s going on, and enjoying a brand-new adventure together! Let’s do it!

“Yeah!”

Leaving Tails behind the bulkhead of the control room, Sonic stretched a moment before sprinting off for the first power reactor. It was a simple plan and one he knew he could accomplish with his speed easily. But for as much as he believed that Eggman might still hold the answers to his questions, he was starting to believe that there may be something else at play. It was unlikely though that Sonic would have realized he was but a pawn in the game of Benedict Yoluku, God of Rings, and kept his focus on the greatest threat he and the world knew. Doctor Eggman.★

EPISODE OF NEW HISTORY 06 - END

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allycryz · 3 years

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Master Chouxchotement’s Illustrated Daily

News for Ishgardians of Discerning Minds and Tastes

The following articles are from MCID's FFXIV Write 9-15 Prompt: Crane. The content therein is rated M for Mature and hints at several pairings. Please direct your questions and comments to the nearest PostMoogle with our refined periodical's name.

“Artisans of Amorous Aides Seeing New Trend” by Master S. G. D. Chouxchotement

Our own Ishgard has long been home to artisans who direct their skill and expertise towards Amorous Aides. One such person has an exclusive and private clientele who pays for one-of-a-kind items as well as for her discretion. Not all people are as Modern as this paper and our dear readers, who do not shy from frank conversations about the body. Thus your understanding reporter has agreed to pseudonyms and the excising of certain identifying details.

Mistress X— crafts ingenious harnesses for those who wish to don a phallus. Her creations of leather, cloth, and sometimes precious metals are available only to those with deep pockets. Her chief delight is to create new devices which heighten carnal pleasures. I was allowed to examine one such item which uses aether to heat and pulsate in such a way as to stimulate a partner. Another allows the user to feel penetrated as they penetrate through ingenious design and not a little spellwork.

But as of late, more and more of her commissions are based upon the notion of mimicking Draconic Sex. Naturally, Mistress X— confided to me, there were products of that sort in the past. Such exchanges could only be created in the most discreet and trusted of places. I for one, dear reader, understand that one’s sensual fantasies needn’t reflect real life behavior. Alas, such was not the belief for most; and many who dreamed of such delight feared too much the Inquisitors’ sword.

In this new enlightened age, many are now free to seek aides that mimic a dragon’s ridges and scales. I am unable to describe her grandest commission as it will be so unique as to be a threat to the client’s anonymity. Suffice to say, it proves the fascination many might have with aspects of dragon procreation.

Editor's Note: I am told that dragons do not reproduce as we do and instead only bow to carnal desires simply for the pleasure of it. I suspect many believe our new allies assume they are rather like the pet lizards they encountered as youths.

Harnesses and their accompanying phalluses remain Mistress X—’s chief business. However, she is experimenting with a sleeve that may be fit to the customer’s flesh phallus, so as to simulate the sensation of a dragon member when they take their partner or partners. She has explained that such a trend is starting in other shops and she would like to provide her own version.

We will follow up, should this sleeve become a popular notion in discreet shops of Ishgard. Until then, I remain your humble reporter,

S. G. D. Chouxchotement

Seen and Heard: Dispatches from the Inner Circles of Ishgardian High Society

Item 1:

Last week, a certain lady stayed at her family’s home for a short rest from military duties. A certain young lord was seen throwing pebbles at her window at an outrageous hour of the night. No response was made until the lady’s father emerged to shoo him on his way.

Item 2:

Once again, a certain lord’s manservant is reported to have ordered enough food to serve three people. It is known the certain lord lives alone besides said manservant and a yet undetermined number of cats. Our source noted the purchase of breakfast ingredients as well as other goods.

Incidentally, it is said that a long-standing friend of this certain lord has recently returned to Ishgard. This friend, another son of our fair city, has yet to be seen by our sources but the rumors of his presence are from reputable people who would have such information.

Item 3:

A renowned Mor Dhona merchant has set up shop in Ishgard with her comely employees. The merchant was seen in a dress of brilliant honey yellow at Lord X—’s ball, dancing with every available lord and some who were unavailable. Mayhaps she shall add “Lady” to her name in the future?

Item 4:

Reports came of a famed songstress and a mistress of Thavnairian dance both visiting Ishgard. Neither seemed here to perform and so they must have simply desired to see the glorious sights of our home. They were seen dining with a certain retired lord, a widower of several years who greatly enjoyed their company. If he favored one over the other, no one was able to tell.

Last-Minute Addition:

We have halted printing to include this recent item: a certain lord and his long-standing friend were seen embracing most intimately with a third party. Details are scarce but observers agree that this third party was a Hyur man in a long white coat. Mayhaps a visitor caught the eye of these two esteemed sons of Ishgard?

Discreet Advice from M. Flauvien Fleur, Expert in the Sensual Arts

Dear M. Fleur,

I am in a predicament. My lover (a fine lady) and I (a man of limited experience) have arranged a private evening of pleasure with a gentleman of our acquaintance. She is quite excited.

As for me, I am also eager. But I have not ever been with another gentleman and do not want to burden them both with my inexperience. How shall I go about this?

-Mystified by Menage

Dear Mystified,

Congratulations on the splendid happenstance of a dear partner and a friend willing to share pleasure with you. I remember well my first menage, the glorious exploration of how multiple bodies might bring new and exciting bliss.

Everyone is a beginner in a thousand different ways. You are no burden. Rather, it seems you are extremely concerned with their enjoyment. I am sure they feel the same and would like to know how to better ease your way.

Before the evening, have an honest talk with both. If they are as kind as I hope, they will agree to ease you into the play and teach you as you go along. There are few things better than teaching a lover a new way in which to achieve new heights.

I suspect that you may like some practical advice. If you are able to get your hands either on M. Giroux's Pleasures of the Other Man or M. Etienne's Encyclopedic Guide to The Bodies and Its Senses, they will offer more mechanical details.

I suspect however, that your love and your friend will be more than willing to show you the way.

With love,

M. Flauvien Fleur

A note, from Lord Aymeric de Borel

My dear Haurchefant,

I suspect I know the answer but have you by chance taken on a second career; wielding the pen as you do the sword?

Yours,

Aymeric

A note, from Lord Haurchefant Greystone

My lovely Aymeric,

I am a man of many talents. By the by, what delights did you two get up to with Thancred and will you invite me next time?

With love,

Haurchefant

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nerdgamery · 4 years

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Cyrenia

“Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world's grief.” “Do justly, now.” “Love mercy, now.” “Walk humbly now.” “You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.”

The Crown Princess; left the Capitol City to learn the ways of her people and to better understand their plight. While she was gone, the Church orchestrated a coup She is now being hunted as the true heir; the next in line for succession. Cyrenia needs to find allies, and ensure she has the power to enforce her rightful claim.

My homeland is a small kingdom, nestled within a rocky mountain range. I grew up among the peaks, and have become accustomed to finding little-used trails and paths. I spent most of my youth at a fortress monastery. A proving ground that trained warrior-priests.

Athletics -- From an early age, I was trained in athletics. Horseback riding, wrestling, climbing, and various track and field events.

Deception -- Honesty is important. Your word means a lot. But sometimes, not correcting someone when they make a false assumption can be beneficial. Using someone’s biases against them, and guiding them to believe what they want to believe, especially when it aligns with your goals isn’t truly a lie, is it?

History -- As a highborn, I was given the best education available. I learned from many traveling tutors, as well as from Temple Sages. My country was not always a Theocracy. Faith had always played a large part in our culture, but it was during the Time of Troubles that the priesthood really rose to power. Never the most natural scholar, I had to maintain my own discipline to learn from my tutors.

Intimidation -- There is no real advantage to being a bully. But sometimes it is expedient. Taking the wind out of the sails of someone with an over-inflated ego can be a great joy. Bullying a bully can be a great pleasure.

Persuasion -- Honeyed words and a silver tongue go a long way. The easiest way to get what you want, is to make someone think it was their idea.

Religion -- Raised within a Theocratic society, learned much about religion, and how it shaped the kingdom. Studied the tenets of multiple faiths, though as her understanding grew, so did the mounting pressure to abandon her studies increase. I was never too keen on learning religion. Most of the knowledge I gained through absorbing it from my surroundings.

Cyrenia was created for a homebrew D&D5E campaign. [Level 20 Build: Oath of Glory Paladin 15/College of Swords Bard 5] Art (c) Bespoke Character Creations

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septnautical · 4 years

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Sketchy Meetings

Marvin was tossing and turning in their cave- his mind spinning from the images plaguing him. He panted and whined in his sleep, eyes shut tight. He was so warm the water felt unnaturally cold…

It was following him- he had to swim faster- faster! He tried to glance behind, thinking for a second he lost it...but then, he smashes head first into a body. He screeches, bubbles flying out of his mouth and almost stealing his breath away. Blue glowing claws shoot out through the froth and tries to grab Marvin. But, the merman shot backwards- his heart was pounding so loud in his ears.

Two pairs of glowing pink eyes stare down at its prey- a sickly white mask on its face, long flowing green hair floating around its head like a seaweed halo. It swam almost mechanically- but still too fast for Marvin to predict. It lashed out and drove Marvin into the ground, digging claws into his shoulders. Marvin screamed and tried to wrap one of his tails around the creature, then both his tails. It wouldn’t budge- if anything it pressed up against him harder. Its face leaned down and a broken mechanical noise like a ruined receiver whispered to him.

“How long will it be till you fall again?” Marvin shook and blinked tears out of his eyes as they floated away to join the dark water. Even though he can’t see the bottom of its face- he feels like its smiling, enjoying his pain. It laughs then gets right in Marvin’s face, so they are touching nose to nose.

“When will you become me again, Marvin?” His controlled self cackled- and Marvin was shaking his head, trying to find his voice. But- it was being stolen from him again- the ringing and static starting to fill his head. He sobs, feeling that numbness he despised so much-

“P-Please-” He pleades to the clone, “I… I’m not like you-! I..I won’t be a w-weapon for them! I… I’m not a machine!”

The twisted version of him shakes its head and laughs harder, before increasing the pain yet again. All that Marvin could see was its eyes and that horrible, horrible mask.

“We can’t change what we are- this is inevitable.”

Pink and static filled Marvin’s vision as he screams-

With a jolt, Marvin sprang up in the cave, hardly able to catch his breath. His eyes were wide and he gripped a hand over his chest, as if he could claw that horrible awful feeling out again.

He started to hear something close to ringing- sending him into further panic as he searched around desperately for his mask. Marvin sees it just a bit from him and he snatches it up, hurriedly putting it on- not caring if it snagged on his hair. With the mask on, he started to relax some, sinking into the sand and holding himself. That… was one of the worst nightmares he’d been getting… but it kept happening- and each time he panicked in the same way. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, frustrated- exhausted.

The warper mer looked back to his brothers- Anti and Jameson were curled around each other. Jameson had a peaceful smile on his face- and Anti’s posture was actually relaxed. He was finally starting to trust them again- knowing that he didn’t have to hide or reject touch from his family anymore. It was a big step… and yet, Marvin couldn’t help but feel a weight on his chest.

...Why wasn’t he getting better?

Marvin snorted quietly to himself, anxiously balling up his fists and feeling restless. He would wake up the others if he tried to join them… and he wasn’t sure he could handle it either. That’s why he’d been sleeping on his own anyways… Henrik had started doing it too. But- he couldn't just stay in the cave… he was too agitated. He looked back out the mouth of the cave then back to his brothers. He swallowed stiffly, took his ribbon off his wrist and tied up his hair messily- then quietly and swiftly took off into the night sea.

Marvin knew he could warp away- but… it was nice to do something more natural. Like… he wasn’t just some… He tried to steer away from that thought. He wasn’t… he knew he wasn’t. He placed a hand over his heart as he swam, the rhythm of it a small comfort.

The path Marvin took was random- but it had drawn him to the Ocean Arm’s base. It made sense… even if they were keeping their distance because of those new white suits… Before that they had spent so much time there. Learning all new things, talking to the blue suits, playing with equipment. The blue suits… really cared about them all it seemed. They never tried to pull his brothers or him into random dark rooms for answers to their questions- knocking them out or taking random samples. They… just simply asked. And- it was nice to answer... who knew it was possible? The boys had never really seen compassion or patience with the white suits… they took answers and asked questions after (if at all). And if neither the blue suits or them knew- they could go look or find stuff… and it didn’t have to be painful if the boys were uncomfortable. It was nice… and they even taught them to make their cool machines!

It really made Marvin… feel something different. That he wasn’t some lab freak- that he was more than just- something fake… some creation- a machine. Some days it would make Marvin think…

Was this what it was like? To be human?

But, Marvin couldn’t let himself think like that. He knew what he was- or... at least he thought he did. Now, he wasn’t so sure. And it scared him.

Marvin swam over the base and looked down. Most of the lights were off, only the machines’ lights flickering below the surface. That made sense… it was night. But- Marvin saw one of the bubble like structures that was lit up bright. He didn’t want to be in the dark… or wake anyone else up by going into the base. So, without really thinking, he swam over to the bright place and looped over it for a second before he settled on the glass. He pulled his tails to his chest and then wrapped his cape around himself- kinda like he saw the blue suits do. It was actually kinda nice… warm in a way he didn’t expect. He was ready to just lay over the bright glass and drift back to sleep- but then the sound of a hatch opening had him startling up.

Over the side of the bubble glass- a female face popped up, goggles over what… looked like a second pair of goggles? Short cropped hair flew up with her momentum as she curiously peeked out.

Marvin had never seen this one- it couldn’t be a blue suit then. He quickly swam up, tails shaking as he stared at the white suit with wide eyes. He’d warp away- but she could have a weapon! He was scared- he was really scared- and he could feel his warp powers wavering. That wasn’t good- was she doing something to him??

The girl fully popped up and quickly held out a hand to the merman. “Wait!” She called, sounding just as panicked as Marvin. “I- didn’t mean to scare you! You… just scared me when I was working is all!”

The warper gave her a look, a laugh coming from him before he can stop it. “I scared you? How is that possible?”

The girl seemed to flush but she fully swam up to be a eye level with the merman. She had a glowing PDA in her hands- but… it wasn’t filled with the stuff Marvin usually saw on them. Instead of diagrams and long blocks of words- it was.. Drawings? He thinks that’s what they’re called? She had a pointy looking stick stuck behind her ear- but it didn’t look sharp, it was blunt. That would make an awful weapon…

“Oh well- I was working in this observation pod because i was… uh- studying the nighttime creatures. I wanted to look at their bioluminescence.” Marvin gave her a confused look and she quickly responded, “Glowing! The.. fish that can glow in the dark-” She giggled then gestured to Marvin. “Kinda like you!”

Marvin knit his eyebrows together and looked down at his tails- he was giving off a soft blue and purple glow. But, her just sitting here and watching… that didn’t sound right.

“Why don’t you go and catch one?” Marvin asks, a bit of venom in his voice. The girl now looked confused- and she pushed back her hair to keep it out of her face as she held her PDA close.

“Oh, I’m no hunter. I like to study them naturally! I don’t want to make any of the fish scared- they’re so much prettier to look at when they’re swimming and free-”

“What would you know about swimming free, white suit?!” Marvin suddenly growled, baring his fangs.

“W-What?” She stammered, swimming back a bit.

“Were you just- sitting there studying things in- in their tanks! Watching the ‘pretty’ fishes and- and my brothers trapped in there! Doing nothing but watching?!” He started to shout, feeling his anger rising almost painfully.

The girl looked scared (which she should be) but… she didn’t run. She tried to get a bit closer and Marvin growled, curling his tails up towards him and getting into a defensive position. The girl kept her distance but didn’t back away- her voice was gentle. Like.. Dr. Danan when she wanted them to calm down.

“I.. I think you’re confused-” She said, expression concerned. “T-the people that I came with.. N-none of us were part of the... The hybrid experiments. I.. I didn’t even know we had anything like that- i… I just studied and drew out in nature! Out in the ocean and provided visuals- I.. I had no idea about you… a-and your brothers.” She seems genuine, which has Marvin pausing and starting to uncurl.

“That… blonde one… and the d-dark haired one with goggles.. They said the same thing…” He muttered, remembering the day the crash happened. The girl cocks her head at his descriptions, then speaks up.

“O-oh yeah- I bet Stacy scared you… she can get intense. Especially when someone is hurt- that’s why she was a nurse-” The girl adds quietly, a sheepish look on her face. “And Goog- oh um… Tillman- he’s kinda scary. He takes charge very well- but he has a voice that kinda reminds me of a robot.” She giggles, “D-Don’t tell him I said that! He’s actually very kind… and can be funny.”

Marvin turns to really study the girl now, just daring to get a bit closer. He sees- what looks like seaweed bandages wrapped over part of her head, and scratches on her cheeks and neck.

“...you were the one hurt… that day-” The merman mumbled.

The girl blinks and then laughs a bit, “Oh! You saw me then? I… guess I was-” She seems to nervously push back her hair to lightly massage the bandaged area. “I don’t remember much from the crash- I just remembered danger.. And scary lights- I remember seeing the kids and hurrying to do something… then it was black.” She giggles quietly, reserved, “I’m just glad they all got out alright… we may have only been neighbors… but I really like those kids.”

“...you talk a lot-” Marvin found himself saying. The girl’s face turned even redder.

“O-Oh? I.. I guess I do- I ramble.. I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to make you…”

Marvin got closer and shook his head. “No- it’s… okay. Just… weird.”

The girl cocks her head again, “Weird? Why is that?”

Marvin had trouble finding the words, “You.. don’t act like a white suit…”

The girl still looked confused. “Is that a compliment?” She laughs a bit nervously. Marvin nodded.

“Yeah… it is-” He found himself responding again without thinking. Then, he backs up a bit and messes with his mask- his hair.

“M-My brothers- w-we call… t-the people in HQ… they’re the white suits… because of-”

“-The white on the suits...!” They both end up saying, the girl realizing as Marvin spoke. She stopped and covered her mouth. She looks at her suit- it's the last intact one she had from home: white, orange and black.

“I.. I’m really sorry-” She warbled out, “I… I had no idea- If I knew there were creatures- …human-like things in our facility- I never would have stayed there!” She ends the sentence with a type of fire in her eyes, passion making her voice raise.

Marvin felt his chest tighten slightly. She- saw them- him… as human-like? That… used to scare him- but… right now it gives him some comfort. He gave the white suit a small timid smile. She paused then smiled back.

After a few seconds of silence, the girl seemed trouble by the quiet and quickly swam a bit closer and stuck out her hand. “I’m Lizzie! By the way- Elizabeth actually- but i don’t like Elizabeth… L-Lizzie Scott!” She still kept her distance but seemed to hold her hand out invitingly. Marvin hesitated, confused by the gesture… but then he remembered meeting Zara. This- is what Humans did when they meet someone. Slowly, the merman creeps a bit closer, the white yellow light from below lighting him up instead of the cold blues of his membrane. The girl seemed to suck in air in her mask at the sight, making Marvin’s stomach drop slightly. Did he scare her? Was it his mask?

She notices the hesitance and quickly bridges some of the distance again, “Oh no- I’m sorry! I… have just never gotten to see a Warper up close! Or… a-anything like you…” She sounds- starstruck. “You’re…like nothing I’ve ever seen before…” The phrasing of that almost has Marvin swimming back again. It reminds him too much of the white suits- they used to tell him how beautiful him and his brothers were…. But it was all a trick- used to placate them. But… coming from her- from Lizzie, it sounds different.

He finds himself repeating something she said earlier, a light but stressed laugh escaping him. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

Lizzie seems taken a back- but soon she’s laughing too, hiding her laugh behind her hand. “Y-Yes- it absolutely is!”

Marvin feels himself relax then and once again, he slowly advances. He offers his hand to her, a sheepish and unsure expression hidden behind his mask- showing in his eyes.

“...Marvin-” He whispers, feeling a rush of… some emotion he’s not sure of. “My name is Marvin.”

Lizzie is quickly smiling again, seeming overjoyed. She takes his hand then shakes it.

“It’s nice to meet you, Marvin!”

Marvin chuckles a bit uneasily, but he nods. “Um… s-same- .. i think.”

The refugee studies Marvin for a second before getting just a bit closer, hugging her pda to herself again.

“Hey… I know you’re probably anxious being around… people who are from the place you… got hurt from… but would you like to sit with me?” Her cheeks seem to flush again as she looks at the merman with a shy expression. “I… noticed you sitting on top of the bubble… and I figured it might have been just the light cuz its dark… but- you looked kinda lonely too…”

Marvin hesitated and looked away slightly. He… didn’t want to admit it. But he was a bit… he didn’t want to bother his brothers or wake anyone up. But.. he didn’t have a mama grim- or a scrap pile or favorite place to be. When he feels this way… He’s always so lost.

He finds himself nodding, “... y-yeah… i… think that could be nice…”

Lizzie’s eyes sparkled as she excitedly kicked up in the water with a grin. “G-Great! We can… just chill!”

Marvin knit his eyebrows together, “...like the cold boxes inside?” He asked with confusion. Lizzie erupted into bubbly laughter, bubbles flying up into her hair. “Kinda! Except we don’t have to be cold-” She gently took Marvin’s hand again and brought them back towards the glass bubble, settling on the top of it. As soon as she had sat she let his hand go then sat with her legs over each other, rocking slightly as she placed her pda in her lap. “We say chill to mean like… staying kinda still like something cold- but its just so we can stay in one place and chat!”

“Ohhh-” Marvin answered, settling next to Lizzie and folding one of his tails over the other. It.. felt kinda weird to be this close to someone, being friendly.. And not laying on top of each other. Guess he didn’t spend enough time away from his brothers.

Lizzie was still giggling to herself, “We have lots of silly words and phrases like that!”

Marvin nodded with a polite smile. Lizzie patted her legs kinda then pushed hair away from her face again. “I’m sorry! I’m talking too much again aren’t i?”

The warper shook his head, “No no… it’s okay-... it’s nice.” He looks out into the dark of the ocean around them. He whispered, almost to himself. “... it’s too quiet at night…”

“I think that too!” Lizzie exclaims, “Quiet is only good for sleeping- but I like staying up and… just listening to music or drawing.” She closes her eyes and smiles, “Night is peaceful- and its a cool kind of silence. Like the world is getting rest, and so you can too. Even if you’re not sleeping- it’s like rest for your soul-” She stops and bites her lip, “o-or heart, I should say.” Marvin hummed in thought.

“I… guess it is,” He mumbles, rubbing a hand over his own heart. It… wasn’t racing anymore… he was actually feeling calm even after that nightmare. He was almost feeling… better actually. He didn’t think he could feel like this when he wasn’t around his brothers…

Lizzie let the silence linger for a second, picking up that white stick and starting to push it to the pda’s surface. Lines followed after the point, creating lines that came together...and was forming into something. Marvin wasn’t sure what… but he was intrigued. He knelt a bit closer, watching Lizzie work. They sit there for a few, Lizzie’s eye flicking to look at Marvin every now and again. But, slowly she stops the stick and looks fully back up to the merman.

“Hey, Marvin? Can I ask you a question?” She inquires quietly.

Marvin tilts his head. Then, he smiles. “If I get to ask you one too-”

Lizzie giggles and nods- then pauses and adds back kinda nervously, “Oh- its kinda two! A-Actually…”

Marvin smirks, “Then that means two for me too, right?”

She chuckles and nods, “Yeah!” Then she hesitates before trying to ask. “I like your mask… why do you wear it?”

Marvin visibly flinches, and Lizzie almost immediately responds, “Y-You don’t have to say! I know there’s some things that people don’t like to talk about…”

Marvin touches a hand against his mask, “It’s okay… i-it’s a long story…” He digs some of his nails into the familiar grooves he’s made on its surface. “... it keeps me… as myself- in a way…” He shares just hardly above a whisper.

Lizzie looked confused, and a bit concerned. But, she didn’t push. And that made Marvin feel so much more at ease. “...second question?”

“Oh! Right!” She giggles a bit, then looks back at Marvin with gentle smile.

“Would you mind if I drew you?”

Marvin blinked and tilted his head, looking at the lines on her pda. They… kinda looked like how his cape looked… and his tails.

He looks back up to Lizzie. “...I think so- but can I ask first-?”

“Hm? Oh go ahead!

“...what’s drawing?”

Lizzie looked dumbfounded for a second- then she bursts into giggles and waves her hand. “Oh! Of course you guys don’t know- here! I can show you!”

She twists around then sits legs crossed in front of Marvin and fixes her gaze at him, picking up the white stick and going back to the surface, making marks a lot faster than she was before. Marvin watched in confusion and tried to tilt his head to look but, “hey! Stay still! I’m almost there-” Lizzie said. Marvin didn’t get it but he settles down and tries to watch from the opposite side.

After a few minutes, Lizzie perks up then grabs her PDA and turns it around so Marvin can see. “Ta-da”

On the blue surface of the PDA- the lines came together and made something that looked how Marvin looked. It wasn’t perfect like the cameras the white suits used… but somehow it was nicer. She… made that- without one of the fabricators or other weird gadgets they had. Just… her hands. That was amazing to Marvin.

He swims up closer and pokes at the PDA- expecting to feel the scratchy texture he sees. Lizzie is patient as he looks and traces his finger over the lines. “...that’s me- but… not a picture that your machine takes… right?”

Lizzie nods with a smile. “Yeah! I just take this stylus-” She holds up the stick, “And I use the lines on the surface to try to capture the likeness of things around me!”

“...don’t you have things that can already capture images like that?”

She hums in thought, “Yeah… we have lots of things for that. But. even if its long out of practice- art or well, drawing! Is an important skill- there’s always a need to communicate with drawings… and it’s a way of really understanding the things around us.” She finishes with a smile, but quickly blushes and hides behind the PDA again. “Or… at least I think so- I’m...kind of biased…”

Marvin’s face is looking at the drawing with a strange expression that Lizzie doesn’t know what to think of. Then, he meets her eyes, “...could you teach me?” He asks in a hushed whisper.

Lizzie looked so happy. “Oh! Of course! Ah… I’d have to see if they have extra PDAS like this! But- i’d love to teach you-!”

Marvin waits a second and swishes his tails against the glass before looking back up sheepishly. “...could we… tomorrow?”

Lizzie grins then points a finger at him, “oops! That’s another question!”

The merman’s face falls and he almost withdraws, but Lizzie quickly corrects herself. “Oh! I was teasing!! Of course I’m okay with that!”

He stares at her, then laughs a bit, nodding at Lizzie. She smiles in return. Marvin does still seem a bit nervous though- he looks like he wants to stay- but also like he wants to go.

Eventually he whispers out quietly, “I… should get back to my brothers…”

Lizzie nods and smiles gently, “That’s okay- I do need some sleep for tomorrow!” She giggles then rocks her PDA on her legs, blinking up at Marvin with soft green eyes. “I’m… excited to see you tomorrow…”

Marvin hesitates.. Then smiles. “I… think I am too.” He nods to her and then swims up into the open sea. “Tomorrow night- … I’ll- see you then.”

She giggles and returns the nod, “Okay- be careful getting home!”

The warper mer pauses at this, then gives Lizzie a lazy smirk. She hadn’t see a Warper before right? With a flick of his tail, a warp gate opens right behind him, the purple and blue making the water around them bright. Lizzie gasped then laughed in disbelief. Marvin grins at her, “I think I’ll get there just fine-” He then waves and slips through the gate. As it closes, Marvin sees the energetic white suit wave back.

#septnautical main story #refugees #refugee arc #lizzie scott #warper marvin #marvin’s mask #nightmares #meet cute fluff #another new white suit friend for the boys!#only like- 3-4 more to go |D

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