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Neither Lonely nor Alone (Zhongli x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗹𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻. 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗮𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝘆'𝗮𝗹𝗹!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

He spent the first night lonely, but not truly alone.

The harbor was alight with fireworks and joy. The sounds of his people, living freely and happily as they rejoice and bring in another year of prosperity. They were alive. They were loud. They were laughing and singing and dancing and clapping and enjoying themselves to their heart's content. And he walked among them. Not as their god, but as just another man. As just Zhongli.

He shared good wishes with those who stopped to greet him. He smiled at those who smiled at him. But he still walked the streets alone. No one joined him in arms. No one let their footsteps fall in with his. He spent the first night lonely, but not truly alone. But that’s not uncommon. It’s not different or weird or strange. It’s his reality. The terms of his contact- the conditions of his life and his fate. To walk alongside others. And to have no one to long alongside him. Not for very long, at least. Not forever.

So it wasn’t odd that he returned from his rounds about the harbor during the first night of Lantern Rite with a dull ache in his chest that even an archon couldn’t ignore forever. But what was odd, was the next day. Because the next day was when he saw you.

He’s seen you already before. Worked with you a couple of times too. You’re new to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. A little someone who’s wet behind the ears and from the countryside. In fact, you’ve only been in Liyue Harbor for just under three months. Your voice is still quiet and your demeanor is still quite timid and frail. But you’ve been adjusting to the way people here speak and dress and exist. You’ve been fitting in, as much as an employee of the funeral parlor could, always. And Hu Tao likes you. She says you’re reliable. Well-learned. Someone who cares about the history of Liyue as a great nation. Someone who cares about the people who made it so too.

Perhaps that’s why he finds himself growing rather fond of you- even if you still struggle to look him in the eyes and grasp his hand when he offers it to you. Perhaps that’s why he finds you so beautiful as well. But most of all…

Perhaps that’s why he’s more glad than surprised that the first thing he saw when he opened the door to his lodging on the morning of the second day, was you.

“Umm…” You’re still as quiet as ever when you appear in front of him. Your eyes had widened when the door had swung open. Almost like you hadn’t expected him to answer. Now your fingers are twiddling with themselves. Your garments of red, yellow, and gold flow lightly in the sea breeze as you struggle with your words. But he looks at you encouragingly and lets a small smile rest on his face as you finally gain enough confidence to speak the words you’ve been trying to say. “Um…H-happy Latern Rite sir.”

Happy Latern Rite indeed.

His lips quirk upwards. A little bit higher than before. You’re so wound up, even after you got your little message across. Though for what reason, he’s not exactly sure. Hu Tao in the past has gotten on him about being too intimidating towards you. But there’s not much he can do when towers over you with an almost ever-present frown if he’s not too careful. He supposes he does have to admit something to himself though. He enjoys it.

Especially because it’s coming from you.

Because in some ways, he still wants to be more than just Zhongli. He wants to be Morax once more. Rex Lapis once again. It’s something he gave up with much thought, and yet- there are moments like these. People like you. People who still bow their heads at him. Stutter when they speak to him. Look up to him with big wide eyes and questions and respect. But he gave that up. He signed his name on the dotted line. He sealed his fate. But…

“Happy Latern Rite to you too, my dear.”

It doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy it. Doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy this.

And so he savors the sight of your smile. The look on your face as you start to relax in his presence a little bit more. You still fiddle with your fingers. And your eyes still dart in each and every direction as your mouth parts open once more. But you’re less tense. Your blows flow in time with the wind. You stand tall, but you don’t stand quite as stiff. You have a long way to go, he realizes before you’ll be completely comfortable with him. But that’s fine. He’ll enjoy seeing your progress. He’ll enjoy seeing you.

After all, he must admit something else to himself. He looked for you as he walked the streets last night. Eyes glancing around for even just a glimpse of your face. Of your figure. Of your presence. He looked for you, and you weren’t there. Perhaps he wished for you instead? Perhaps he wished and wished and wished and that was all that was needed to bring you to him. Perhaps it was all his wishing upon the bright lanterns and the gorgeous skies that gave you the bravery to say this to him too.

“I was wondering…if you’d like to have dinner with me tonight.”

To say it took him by surprise was an understatement. You who stammer and stutter, even when Hu Tao offers to take you out for lunch. You who will advert look at anywhere but him when he tries to speak to you. And yet, it is the same face- the same voice and body and mannerisms that are not inviting him out to have dinner with him. And yes, your voice is still quiet. Your expression is still nervous. And you will not wash away your timidness overnight. But…

“Hu Tao said you might need the company and...I think I’d like to have some company as well.”

You were more lonely than you were nervous or afraid. And in this moment…

“I’d be delighted.”

…he couldn’t have been more glad you felt this way.

#zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin fanfiction #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact fanfiction #x reader #xreader #fanfic #fanfiction

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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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My soul for more of the Anima drabble

I will accept your soul and offer more of the Anima idea in return

A Need To See - Soap/Roach/Ghost Anima Au

A quick rundown of this au before we start so you guys can understand a bit better:

Essentially in this world certain people are born with an Anima which is essentially like a soulmate kinda? Like they grow together and have a natural bond where the Anima can feel everything that their person feels and always knows where they are.

Their bonded (so the regular person) can feel the connection, but not in the same way. They can't feel their Anima's emotions, but they can call to them, summon them, and have a natural sort of locator for them.

The Anima are essentially protectors for their bonded and its not exactly known why some people are born with an Anima, but the population of those who are is fairly small.

The Anima have several different abilities that kinda depend on who they are. All Anima can't get hurt/feel pain, they're all extremely fast, and can essentially become visible to only their bonded. When Anima are visible to only their bonded, they essentially become a ghost and only their bonded can see/hear/feel them (hence Roach being able to touch Soap without him realizing). Outside of that, they usually have some other ability/abilities that are unique to them.

The Anima are born with their bonded and grow with them and only die if their bonded die. Because of this, the military loves to recruit people with Anima's since they essentially get an unkillable soldier out of it.

It isn't uncommon for Anima and their Bonded to have romantic relationships with one another and, since Anima look exactly like humans, most people can't tell when they're looking at an Anima/Bonded pair.

So in this AU, Roach is Ghost's Anima! They're together (naturally) and Ghost has been placed on the 141 and he and Roach have fallen for Soap. Roach, being Ghost's Anima and being mischievous, has kept himself hidden from the rest of the 141. So he often struts around in his state where only Ghost can see him just because he likes messing with him.

The 141 have never seen Roach, but they know that Ghost has an Anima and they know little bits about Roach from missions that they've run as well as Ghost telling them things.

Essentially in this AU, Roach is an actual mischievous seductive cryptid guy who is about to get himself two boyfriends 😏

Okay, now for another drabble:

Soap is panicking. His hands are shaking. He's trying very hard not to lose his shit as he drags Ghost into the first house that he can find, gunfire following them the entire way. He boards the door up behind them, leaning Ghost against a nearby wall as he throws anything he can find up against the wood.

He returns to Ghost quickly, his hands pressing tightly against the gunshot wound in the man's abdomen, it pulls a groan from his lips. "C'mon, LT, you're alright," he mutters. It's more for himself than Ghost, but he's not going to say that.

He's already radioed in for help. There are men on their way, evac coming to get them out. He didn't know if they would make it in time as banging began at the door, men trying to break it down to get inside and finish the job. Soap grits his teeth at the thought and grabs his gun, preparing himself for a final stand to protect himself and Ghost as the door starts giving way.

The banging continues. The wood is splintering. Suddenly, there is a scream. The banging stops. More screaming starts.

Soap has no idea what is happening, all that he knows is that the men are no longer focused on trying to get to him and Ghost, they're focused on something outside the door. He can't help himself, curiosity bubbles up, and he leaves Ghost's side for only a moment. He needs to check.

He shuffles over to one of the windows, pushing the curtain open just enough that he can see what is going on outside without giving him away. There is someone, a person, a mask covering the bottom half of their face as they slam through waves of enemies with ease. It's easy for Soap to see the rage that burns within whoever this man is.

Soap watches him tear through enemies like a rabid animal, awe in his chest as he eventually drops his gun, out of ammo likely, and pulls a knife from the body of one of the men on the ground. He's walking toward the gunfire. Bullets hit him. He isn't affected in the slightest. Soap realizes then who this is.

He'd never seen Ghost's anima. He'd never seen Roach. He'd heard plenty. He'd heard his lieutenant groan in annoyance at something his invisible companion was doing. He'd heard his lieutenant break into laughs at something the anima had said. Hell, he'd even heard the Anima's voice, high and needy with want when he'd been unfortunate (fortunate in his mind) enough to walk past Ghost's room while the two were together.

But he'd never seen him.

He moved away from the window, Roach no longer in his sight. He came back to Ghost's side, pressing his hands into his wound, much calmer now as he tried to help his friend/crush. The lines had been blurred for him lately. All that he knew was that that fluttering feeling in his chest didn't happen when he was talking to just anyone.

His mind is stuck though. Stuck to that one glimpse. His one look at Ghost's anima. He wanted to see more. He needed to see more.

Since that day, he'd been trying and failing to get another glimpse at his friends other half. He'd tried practically everything outside of just straight out asking the man. He'd burst into Ghosts room unannounced, he'd pretended to sleep while on missions hoping to get a glimpse, he'd even gone so far as to try to crappy and very fake YouTube tutorials on how to get a picture of an Anima.

All of his attempts had failed terribly and it was starting to grate on his nerves. There was a part in his mind that demanded to see Ghost's Anima again, one that one seemed to grow louder the more he noticed Ghost looking at him over the past few weeks. Looking at him and holding a quiet conversation with a creature Soap couldn't see, hear, or touch despite his desperate want to.

Like now, as he and the team are sitting in a conference room trying to finish up their paperwork. Ghost had accidentally spoken too loud to Roach, all he'd really managed to catch was "after this" meaning that Ghost and his Anima had something planned to do together. That fact, along with Price shutting down his attempts to ask Ghost any more questions, had left him frustrated, desperate, and, as he spotted Ghost stealing glances at him for the rest of their "meeting time," way more flustered than he wanted to be. He really didn't like not knowing things and he really didn't like that he hadn't gotten to steal another look at Roach.

When their "meeting" ended, or when everyone had finally finished their paperwork, they were finally released. Soap had expected Ghost to be the first out of the room, he usually rushed out for one reason or another, most of the time some muttered excuse about Roach following. Now though, now he stood from his seat and waited. He didn't move. Instead, his eyes tracked Soap's movements, watching carefully through his mask like a predator watching its prey. Occasionally, his eyes would shift away for a moment, tracking some other sort of movement that Soap couldn't see.

Soap was never one to back down from a challenge, and thats exactly what he saw this as: a challenge. "Everything alright, LT?" He asked as Price and Gaz finally slipped through the door. He hadn't moved from his seat, hadn't even stood up. It allowed him to lean back fully to look up at Ghost, his eyes able to track all of his movements quite easily.

Whatever he'd expected Ghost to say, it certainly hadn't been, "Come back to my room with me for a minute? Got something I want to show you."

"What is it?"

"Does it matter?" Ghost leaned forward against the table, "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"I didn't say that," Soap pushed himself up from his seat with a grin and a quick stretch above his head. He didn't miss the way that Ghost's eyes tracked the little bit of skin on his stomach that was revealed with the movement. "C'mon then, lead the way. But this better be worth my while!" He joked with a grin.

Ghost led him out of the conference room and down the hallways of the base, his eyes set dead ahead. It was almost like he was nervous about something. Soap shrugged that thought off fairly quickly though, there was something else burning at the front of his mind. "I hope I didn't cross any boundaries earlier," he said to the air. He didn't have to look to know he'd caught Ghost's attention, "About Roach," he clarified, "While I still would like to see him, I understand its not my place and all."

"I don't control who see's him," Ghost said simply as they approached his door, "You'd have to ask Roach to show himself." He unlocked and pushed the door open for them, guiding Soap inside and shutting the door behind him.

Soap gave a little huff at his words, his back turned to him as he curiously took in Ghosts room. He'd never seen it before, "Well," he started, "I would ask him, but I can't see him. Can't exactly talk to the air and hope for the best now can I?"

Suddenly, there were arms around him, wrapping him in a hug from behind as a face nuzzled against the back of his neck. He thought, for a brief moment, that it was Ghost. That was quickly thrown out when he realized that this person was too short for that.

He only connected who'd wrapped around him when they began to speak, their voice nothing more than a purr as they rubbed their cheek against his back like a cat, "You could ask me now if you wanted, but," Roach's hands trailed over his chest softly, his voice taking on a singing tone, "I get to ask you something in return."

Soap went red.

#gary roach sanderson #you asked luke #ghost x roach #ghostroach #ghost x soap #soap x roach #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #soaproach #soapghostroach #ghostroachsoap

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lewis-winters · 9 months

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WIP tag game

thank you for the tags @sir-mr-dr-roe and @heystovepipeboys!

I dug through my WIPs to find a coherent one that didn't have spoilers for the fic itself. But considering how I always write the more exciting parts first, I have failed. Lmao.

Anyway. Here's an excerpt of the Webgott Magical Realism AU.

David Webster is odd. Joe knows this by virtue of having known him for more than a decade, fought with him for the first three years of that, and loved him for the rest.

But he knows it too by the moments where the veneer slips, and something dark, deep, and old peeks beneath. Web doesn’t seem to be aware of it himself, the churning abyss having been a part of him since the very beginning and therefore not uncommon. But to Joe, whose life has never once strayed from the straight and narrow path until that fateful day he chose to jump out of an airplane for 50 extra dollars, the shadow that clings to Web is clear as day.

The first time he saw it, it sat in his periphery. Eight legged and still. Listening, as Web, one warm Austrian night said; “Webster is my mother’s family name.”

People like to assume otherwise, and Web does himself no favors when he rarely corrects them, but that night it pours out of him like water from a broken flask, gushing from the red of his mouth, gaping like a wound with every word he speaks.

Webster, to modern ears, takes a new form. A book of words and meanings, created from a language taken apart and put back together like jigsaw puzzle pieces poured back into its box. No sense as a whole but its pieces complete in their individuality. Always, at the price of their potential for poetry. “That is what boy Websters are like,” David had said. Though some have the potential to become something, carrying within them a small spark that, if properly cultivated amongst the like-minded, could help bring about a decent flame. But those kinds of boy Websters are few and far between, the last having been born centuries ago, and whose gifts had gotten him killed. Most Webster boys are simply broken shards of a whole– special enough to understand how different they are, but too weak to be anything but useless.

It’s the Webster women that are truly different. They’re all that are left of the old name. Ever-changing, like all things are in the face of time, but strong enough to retain their original shape, still. Adaptable. Malleable. Powerful in ways boy Websters could never be. In times of old, Webster had meant spinner. Crafter. A creature with silk in two of her eight hands, a tapestry of deadly traps adorned with beautiful opportunities falling from their lips. Words, endless. Possibilities, even more so.

Anything Webster women say, the earth bends to listen. The trees repeat. The brooks whisper. The sun rejoices. And once finished, the sky opens to weep.

Web didn’t have to continue for Joe to understand, then; the rest of the story unraveled before him as the gravity of Web’s words finally sunk in.

Every child in the world has heard of the existence of these women. Few have been lucky enough to encounter one, but even more so have been unfortunate enough to get caught in the lies they spin, the endless, glistening realities that pour from their mouths. “Beware,” Joe’s mother had once whispered to them in warning. “They are not your enemies, but to be amongst them is dangerous. Their web stretches far beyond their reach and closes around you, invisible, until you are trapped with no means of escape, even after your death.”

Teller of tales, she had called them. Soothsayers, Priestesses of the Mother of Lies—

“Weavers,” David had confirmed, and the tired finality in which he says it cracked something in Joe’s chest he didn’t know was still whole enough to break. “My mother is a weaver.”

tagging: @hellofanidea @ep6bastogne @almost-a-class-act @bobparkhurst @sergeant-spoons and anybody else who wants to do it!

#tag game #webgott #i should finish this at some point #estrella_marie

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noridoorman · 2 years

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Hi I was wondering if you could do a dead by daylight react for Jake where in a match a killer won’t leave them alone and keeps marking suggestive comments. But the icing on the cake being when the killer is carrying the reader they have their hand on the s/o’s ass

Jake Park x Reader - This is not happening

Killer's taking a liking to certain survivors is not all that uncommon. Especially with survivors like Kate or Felix running around, it has happened before that killers tried to make a move, namely Ghostface and Trickster. And judging by the fact that the Entity doesn’t seem to stop these relationship’s from developing, everyone does whatever they want. Though there’s always a first. The first and thus the most popular couple to wander the realms, you and Jake Park.

Jake knows the fog in and out, he knows the trials like the back of his hands and can guess which killer he’s facing by only their breathing. But carrying that knowledge has a cost, namely that no matter what, you’re stuck in a hopeless situation. There’s no time for tears or love. As he said it himself, you don’t make the best out of hell.

Until he met you.

It’s like a spark went in on him like the generators he worked on. But unlike those, the spark carried a new yet familiar and warm sensation with it. He’d find his heart beating thousand times a second when you’d be close to him. No matter which boring topic you’d talk about, the sound of your voice rang like a song his mother used to lull him into comfort. A new dread formed, one that’s somehow greater than the killer; the fear of rejection.

The survivors quickly caught on his obvious crush and so did you. The realization hit you with an euphoric feeling and happiness you couldn’t describe. You returned his feelings from day one but feared he’d think of it as nothing but a waste of time and resources. But all that changed when on a peaceful walk through the woods, he finally opened up to you.

You haven’t formerly announced your relationship at the beginning until people asked you questions. Mostly why you guys hung out so much or why Jake so much protective over you. And when you finally admitted to your relationship, word got out and somehow arrived the killer’s camp. And suddenly both sides found out that relationships are perfectly fine in the Entity’s eyes. More and more survivors (and sometimes even killer’s!) confessed their true feelings to each other and more relationships formed over time. However, Jake’s and yours relationship has been recognized as the number one. The original couple that somehow proved the impossible to be possible.

But of course, this sort of attraction causes jealousy. Namely in the ones that carve attention the most.

The cold winds of Ormond stung your skin a little as you worked on the gen. You managed to suppress your shiver’s for majority of the time, but after a while, your fingers started to twitch more causing you to connect the wrong wires on accident. Jake quickly noticed your freezing body and began taking his jacket off.

“Here.” He puts it on your shoulders, helping you put your arms through the sleeves. “You’re shivering.” He sneaks a gentle kiss on your temple, making your face heat up a little.

“Thanks...” You mumble although with a smile. He quickly notices how that simple act of affection made you feel like you’re falling in love with him all over again and he chuckles.

In the distance, yellow piercing eyes bore holes through your skulls and with your heartbeat picking up in pace, you knew the killer was nearby. Jake grabbed your hand and pulled you up, albeit too late. A colorful knife flew past your cheek, grazing it, leaving a small but stinging wound.

“여기 있습니다, 사랑“ (There you are, love) A familiar chuckle rips through the howling wind. You recognized what the Trickster said, or at least one of the words. Jake would occasionally call you Korean nicknames, “love” included. So when a different killer calls you love, much less the Trickster, Jake’s face instantly scrunches up in anger, holding you closer to him and staring daggers into the killer. It is not the first time he attempted to take you as his and it certainly won’t be the last. Jake has been protecting you from the Trickster all the time, by either taunting him to catch his attention or simply take the hits for you when he’s close on getting you.

You perk up at the blaring horns in the distance, the last generator has been done yet the killer didn’t budge. Jake seemed to have noticed it too as he slowly started to take a few steps back, you following along.

“Listen to me.” Jake whisper’s, but keeps his gaze forward. “Adam is probably already on the gate near the shack, this is where I last saw him.” Now the Trickster began taking steps forward, choking on a few giggles.

“When I yell 3, we start running together. Okay?” Your grip on Jake’s arm loosened, a new look of determination formed in your face.

“Okay.” You nod although his eyes haven’t left the Trickster’s yet.

“One...” He takes one foot behind him, reading himself to sprint. You copy his movement.

“Two...” His body hunched forward and so did yours. The Trickster began taking his knives out, grinning in anticipation for the chase that is about to ensue.

“Three!” You immediately dart forward, Jake close behind you, taking all the knives to his back. He screams in pain, stumbling a little but not showing a hint of stopping. Luckily, Adam noticed you two frantically running towards the gate and opened it. Jeff ran behind Jake as Jake’s pace finally matched yours. You turned the corner and ran straight into the exit, looking behind you.

“얼마나 슬픈“ (How sad) The Trickster lowers his knives but that shit eating grin never left his face. “나는 당신이 비명을 원한다“ (I want you to scream)

“꺼져“(Fuck off!) Jake yells back, yanking your shaking form back into his embrace as you walk back to the campfire. The fog consumed you both, and as you arrived at the campfire, all of Jake’s wounds have been healed.

“I’m happy that this is done.” you say, embracing your own body. Jake shoots you a gentle smile before hugging you close to him.

“I’m not letting him hurt you.” Jake gently kisses your cheeks. “I’ll never let it happen”

#dbd #dead by daylight #jake park x reader dbd #jake park x reader #jake park dbd #jake park

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simpingandprocrastinating · 1 year

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𝙀𝙌𝙐𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙈𝙄𝙏𝙔 - 𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠

𝟮𝟬| 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗜 𝗦𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗗

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"It works!"

"Calm down four eyes." Levi huffed out.

Maria gave the brunette a halfhearted smile as Levi helped her to the chair closest to Hanji. The woman was still laying on her back on one of the stretchers. Hanji still couldn't move as much as she wanted to, but seeing her friend walk again riled her up enough to get up onto both her elbows. The honey-blonde noted the red patches on her skin and worriedly reached out to examine it.

"What happened out there? You look awful..." Hanij's expression turned sour, making the small woman pull back her outstretched hand.

"They're just minor burns, I'll be fine." Her brown orbs had a serious look in them, already telling Levi exactly what he needed to know. "Our suspicions were right. The colossal and armored titan are in fact, Bertholdt Hoover and Reiner Braun. They've successfully taken Eren captive and fled beyond the walls."

Maria balled her hands in fists as she dropped her gaze.

"This again." The low tone in her voice caught both her friends off guard. She couldn't help but think about all the shit they'd gone through in the past few weeks. It wasn't uncommon for the Survey Corps to experience heavy losses. Soldiers would die in expeditions all the time, and after they returned to the safety within the walls, people would cry over their loved ones. Yet, never in these five years had she seen so much chaos within the Corps and let alone the Special Operations Squad; ever since Eren joined them. And now this. Eren is going to be a constant target, and for what reason?

"Erwin and the reinforcements have gone to retrieve him," Hanji began. "I have no doubt, Mikasa will get him back. She's been protecting him from the beginning."

The honey-blonde knew she was right, but even if they would get the boy back, it would result in an endless game of cat-and-mouse. Surely they would know that too, for Eren had been a target ever since the 57th Expedition, maybe even before that for all they knew.

"Where's your Executive Officer?" Levi crossed his arms while Maria's eyes darted around the room. However, as Levi asked this question she came to the conclusion the brunet hadn't returned with Hanji.

"Moblit's gone to Ragako village. Something has been bugging me ever since the scouts returned from Ragako. They reported all the homes and structures in the town had been broken apart, but there were no signs of blood or corpses. I've been wanting to go myself, but as you can see, I can't."

Levi pushed himself forward and crossed the room. "Shit's gonna turn on us no matter what we do. They're keeping a close eye on us since we've captured Annie Leonhart and nearly destroyed Stohess in the process. Now she isn't of much use in that damn crystal, we're still bound to find the answers ourselves."

"You think they're going to put us on hold again?" Maria breathed quietly as she locked eyes with the small man.

"Most likely. It's best to gather as much information as we can, and I think Ragako will be a good place to start." Hanji sighed out before Levi could open his mouth. "My priority right now is to get you back into your gear again." The ravenette made clear.

"Then all we can do right now is wait for everyone to return and think everything through before we head back to headquarters."

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The Scouts returned to Trost District that same day. Right now, it would just be a matter of time before Erwin would be reprimanded for his course of action. Although their first priority was to recover Eren and retreat, they still lost a lot of soldiers. Not only was he to blame for the heavy losses within the divisions; he also lost his own arm in the process. With a heavily wounded Commander of the Survey Corps, it wasn't hard to keep the Scouts on a tight leash.

That following night, back at the headquarters, Hanji and Levi made their way through the dim-lit hallways, pushing forth the wheelchair Maria had been using for the past week. The two had left the barracks in silence and did their best not to gain any attention from anyone in the building. Sneaking around midnight would be seen as suspicious activity, given the chaos the Scouts were in.

With Erwin healing back in his chambers at Trost district, both Hanji and Levi knew decisions had to be made. Eren and Historia were to be protected and the only way to do it was for Levi to choose a new squad and leave to safe-keep the two.

Regarding the situation they now found themselves in, it was best to leave in the middle of the night, so they wouldn't be seen and they could hide the two teens in a safe place. Therefore, Hanji and Levi couldn't help but be on high alert.

As they stopped in front of Maria her bed chambers, the brunette did a double check before softly opening the door. She crossed eyes with Levi and took over the handles before pushing the wheelchair - with a neatly folded uniform stacked on top of it - into the room. Levi closed the door behind her and leaned his back against the wall.

"Maria..." Hanji made her way over to the peacefully sleeping woman. She softly tried to coax the honey-blonde awake but she did not stir, for Maria was a heavy sleeper.

"Maria, wake up." The brunette shook her by the shoulders, causing her to shoot up and pull the covers over her clothed chest. Before she could yell out in surprise, Hanji had clasped her hand over her mouth, keeping her from doing so. "Hanji?"

"We're leaving."

"Right now?" Maria responded with a raspy voice. "Yes, we don't have a choice, Levi is waiting outside. Do you think you can ride a horse?" "I think so, my chest hasn't been hurting as much as it did before, so I think I'll be fine," She whispered back. After all, she'd felt pain worse than a few bruised ribs.

"Good, then you'll be riding with Jean." "With Jean?" But Hanji did not directly respond to her as she grasped the woman's clothes from the wheelchair and threw them on the bed. "You need to get changed, tell me if you need help with anything." Maria gave her a curt nod and threw her nightgown over her head, replacing it with the uniform.

It had been a while since she'd worn her usual outfit and it actually felt weird to button up the white garment that belonged under her survey corps jacket. It was clean now and actually smelled good for a change; no bloodstains, no dirt, just the bland but comforting smell of the only soap they had at their disposal.

Maria threw her leg over the edge of the bed and tried to pull up her jeans. However, it was a lot harder than she'd imagined, not to forget that one of her trouser legs was too long and still needed adjusting. A firm knock on the door made both women look up.

"We need to go now, I'm going to raise suspicion to anyone, standing here like this." Levi's voice boomed from behind the door. "Almost done," Maria responded while she tied a knot in her trouser leg.

"What about my belts?" "We'll fix that later, come on." The honey-blonde shifted her body over the edge, balancing herself on her right leg, and sat back down in the wheelchair. Hanji dropped her prosthetic in her lap and pushed her to the door where Levi was still waiting. With a soft knock on the wooden surface, Levi opened the door to take over the handles of the wheelchair.

"You sure took your sweet time, Bambi." Levi huffed out. "Let's go, they're waiting for us at the stables." Levi began to walk as Hanji closed the door to Maria's chambers. Picking up his pace, Levi pushed the woman forward while scanning his surroundings for any MP's.

"Who is waiting for us, Levi?" The small woman hissed. The ravenette shortly crossed eyes with Hanji, before making a sharp turn. "I've assigned new members to our squad." Was his short response.

Maria knew it would happen at some point, but she wasn't expecting it to be in the midst of all chaos. Surely she knew Eren en Historia were in need of protection, but she thought maybe Levi would consult her before making a decision.

"The scouts are being kept on a leash, it's just a matter of time before they're going to take action. With Erwin still recovering, we're just playing a waiting game. Erwin agreed with us to take matters into our own hands." Hanji added in a hushed tone.

"The fewer people know of our whereabouts, the better. Hanji and I will be going back and forth, but someone has to keep an eye on Eren and Historia at all times." Levi finished.

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Meanwhile, Mikasa, Armin, Connie, Sasha, Jean, Eren, and Historia had all gathered in the stables to ready their horses. The still sleep-charged teens had snuck out of the barracks with the little information they'd been given.

"Where do you think we're going?" Armin whispered softly while combing his fingers through the mane of his horse. "No clue, but I do know it's way too early to be awake..." Connie sighed.

"Jean," The teen looked up from his horse to see the Captain enter the stables with Maria, followed closely by Hanji.

"Captain Levi." "Maria's riding with you," Jean gave him a curt nod and locked eyes with the small woman.

"Jean, Armin, do you remember what I've told you?" Hanji pushed past the smaller Captain to gain their attention. "Yeah, but where are we going?" "All of you are going to reside in an isolated cabin deep in the forest. It's our best shot at keeping Eren and Historia safe."

"Starting today, all of you are in my squad."

Levi had told them right after they woke up, but with their still sleep-deprived brains, it hadn't yet sunk in. Maria blinked, also trying to process his words, but before she could say anything regarding the matter, Hanji began to speak again.

"I'll return the wheelchair once you leave. Maria, I've instructed both of them to help you with your rehabilitation starting tomorrow. Don't take the main road, the cabin should be on the north side of Wall Rose. Levi and I will meet you there with Moblit and the rest of my squad in the morning."

"Wait, we're going there alone?" Eren protested. "Yes, is that a problem?" Levi responded, followed by a blank stare. "You're forgetting there's still an adult present," Maria muttered under her breath. "One that isn't of much use, were something to happen. No offense..."

"Watch your mouth, suicidal bastard!" Jean snapped. "No, he's right Jean. Just get me on your horse so we can leave."

With a little help from her new squad members, Maria hoisted her right leg over Jean's horse. Narrow grey eyes followed Jean's every move as the teen took place behind their Lieutenant. Somehow, Levi couldn't help but think he should've been the one in his place, but he swiftly pushed away the thought, a soft 'tch' leaving his lips as he did so.

"Make sure to clean the place before I get there, brats..."

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#levi shingeki no kyojin #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi x oc #levi aot #Levi SnK #Aot #SnK #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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🎨 (because I'm greedy lol)

Hmm. Well, you're already up to date on everything I have for Hudson and Rex, sooo....even though I've largely left the Magnum fandom because ugh I still have half finished works floating around:

The Hawai’i Institute of Marine Biology was a part of the University of Hawai’i on it’s own private island. The ferry was the only way to get to the lab, and it ran on an hourly schedule, but fortunately, Gordon’s detective shield carried enough weight for an exception.

“This is a functioning lab, detective,” the woman pointed out over the phone. “Is this something we can discuss on your side? We don’t normally allow visitors, even the police, to come to the facility without a prior appointment. Unless it’s the lab you want to investigate? In which case, I’m sorry, but you’re going to need a warrant.”

“No, ma’am, it’s not the lab I’m interested in. Just their expert opinion on a wound from a possible shark attack victim.”

“Oh.” She sounded puzzled. “Are you with Thomas?”

Gordon frowned at the first name basis, but Thomas wasn’t exactly an uncommon name. “Depends. Is his last name Magnum?”

“Yeah, that’s him!” the woman said, and he could swear her tone warmed by a solid seventy degrees when he said the private detective’s name. “He just left the office and should be heading back across the channel now - but he was right, that tooth was a Black Tip shark, and while they have bitten people in the past, none of the wounds were fatal, and more than half of them were what’s considered a provoked attack, which means that the person bitten did something to deserve it.” There was a pause, and Gordon could hear her suck in a breath before blurting out: “You didn’t report it as a shark attack already, did you?”

Gordon couldn’t help the head shake, even if she couldn’t see it. “No, ma’am,” he assured. “And I won’t be. It’s currently being investigated as a suspicious death. But I do still need someone to hopefully identify another wound on the body. Can we get that boat ride?”

“Well…you can, but why don’t you just ask Thomas?”

“Ask Magnum about what?”

“About the bite wound - he’s probably already on his way back, assuming he hasn’t decided to drop in on one of the other labs.”

“I would prefer to talk to an expert in marine biology,” Gordon pressed. Not that he wasn’t now convinced that the private detective knew more than most about sharks, but for the purpose of legal investigations, he needed someone other than a hobbyist to confirm information.

There was a long pause, and Gordon pulled the phone away from his ear to see if he’d dropped the call. “Ma’am?”

“I’m sorry, detective, but…how do you know Thomas?”

“Our paths cross on a frequent basis with investigations.”

“Oh…well, he can explain it to you when he gets there - you should see him on the taxi now, actually.”

Gordon turned to face the lagoon and sure enough, a small white boat puttered quietly across the channel from the island, two passengers clearly visible in the open boat, one clearly Magnum in his bright Hawaiian print shirt sitting on the bow. The driver looked all of fifteen, but he was laughing at something Thomas said, and Gordon could see the mile wide grin on the private detective’s face even from the shore.

At least, until the driver pointed out Higgins and Gordon to Magnum, and as soon as Magnum recognized them, his million dollar smile faltered. Even though the detective was wearing sunglasses, Gordon had a teenager at home - he could hear the eye roll behind the lenses.

#asks answered #games we play #magnum is like an ex I can't make a clean break from #I hate what the show became and I hardly watched any of season 4 and I don't really care that it was renewed beyond the actors have jobs #but this was written when I was still LIVID about the ending of season 2 #or was it 3? because every season finale is basically the summary of 3 previous episodes of higgins being indecisive #and a jerk #so it's actually kinda hard to keep track #whatever one where she got the Nest and somehow magically avoided serious jail time for fraud

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FusionFall Headcanons: Tank Terrors

A Tank Terror’s main purpose to is to ship around the large amounts of fusion matter trapped within their bodies. These fusion monsters don’t have many offensive strengths, but that doesn’t mean that they aren’t dangerous. The main part of their bodies is armored and can be tough to crack through. Moreover, breaking them open can actually pose an even bigger risk since the fusion matter trapped inside them is likely to spill out all over the place. This means that fusion fighters have to be very careful when fighting them or else a Tank Terror could end up causing major damage to an area/person upon death.

Since they are so heavy and their limbs aren’t suited for combat, their main means of attack is to ram at individuals. Luckily though, they aren’t very fast. While it’s less likely that they’ll be able to charge over you, it’s still recommended that a soldier keeps out of their direct path, since they can pin and crush their opponents against large objects. Stay quick on your feet and use sideways movements to dodge them, as it takes longer for them to spin their bodies around to face you.

The best way to handle them is by attacking the head, neck, or limbs. For one, these parts of the body tend to be made up of weaker materials, such as heavy plastics, compared to the big metal casings along their backs. Their stomach area is also less armored, but it’s much harder to attack since they move so low to the ground and are hard to turn over. Furthermore, they hold fusion matter mostly within the core of their bodies, so it’s not always wise to strike there. It’s best to try destroying the brain or decapitating them to limit the amount of fusion matter they’ll release, limiting wide wounds.

From looking at concept art of this monster, there’s a hose on their backsides that connect the large tanks attached to their spines to the frontside of their abdomen. We can view this as fusion matter being carried within multiple compartments of their bodies (the tanks and a third “sac” in place of a stomach) with the hose filtering fusion matter between them as needed. It is the biggest external weakness, as while cutting or damaging it won’t kill the Tank Terror, it can cut off at least half of the amount of fusion matter it can carry within itself.

While a Tank Terror’s body somewhat resembles an insect’s, there’s no perfect comparison seen among Earth’s creatures for them. Their nozzles act similarly to a proboscis, both to take in fusion matter and later inject it elsewhere--just a mosquito feeds while injecting saliva. The release of fusion matter when severely damaged, meanwhile, is reminiscent of how some bugs can release strong odors or even toxins as a defense mechanism--like stink bugs, millipedes, and blister beetles.

Surprisingly enough, these monsters are only seen in the Future. At that point, there wouldn’t be as much of a need for them to spread fusion matter around since much of the Earth had already been taken over. Their purpose by then was to just hurry things along. Now, I actually do think Fuse would have utilized more of these monsters much earlier in the war if possible. However, he didn’t have the materials needed to make as many of them as he would’ve liked. The Tank Terrors are mostly made from various types of gasoline containers and fuel tanks, which would only really be located in urban areas. As seen in the Past, most urban locations were able to hold out for a long while. Furthermore, the people of earth would fiercely protect their energy resources. It would take some time for the Tank Terrors to appear as a result.

It’s uncommon, but traces of fuel left anywhere in/on a Tank Terror’s body can cause that part of it to explode when using firepower against it.

Their intelligence is pretty low, but these monsters are capable of small acts like theft, as seen in the mission “Candy Jarrr!” when they stole Licorice Lips’ jar of sweets.

According to their descriptions, it is difficult, but not possible to “get inside” a Tank Terror despite how much fusion matter they carry around on them. It’s really not advised since it’s so dangerous, but fusion fighters with experience dealing with the Tank Terrors have gone after them specifically to harvest and purify fusion matter for nano creation--as once these monsters are downed, it is much safer to obtain the fusion matter within them compared to when fighting other monsters. The real trick is just getting it before their bodies disintegrate as is the case with most all fusion monsters.

#fusionfall #headcanons #fusion monsters #tank terrors #video games

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Opinion: Meghan is a less attractive prospect now than when she was an actress on a cable TV show by u/Mickleborough

Opinion: Meghan is a less attractive prospect now than when she was an actress on a cable TV show Does anyone remember Cagney & Lacey*, the American police procedure series from the 80s? It was the first female buddy cop show, with two actresses - Tyne Daly and Sharon Gless - who could (still can) act rings around Meghan.In one episode Lacey was in a boutique in Hollywood. She told the salesperson that she was a detective, and the salesperson said: ‘Really? Which show?’Which got me to thinking: Is Meghan now a less desirable person to know than when she was on Suits?Why do people meet?Let‘s look at why people meet. Basically it can be drilled down to 2 main reasons:- True friendship - where you’re open to making a connection; a genuine friendship. There’s research to the effect that people have 3-5 close friends.- Opportunistic friendship - or networking. It mayn’t be as cold as knowing people for the sole reason of using them, but there’s an element of hope.I’d add a 3rd: Basking in their glory. This is when you meet well-known people: celebrities, film stars, royalty. Realistically, they’re unlikely to become BFF; nor could you get to know them well enough to use them.When Meghan was an actress When Meghan was a working actrine**, she automatically was touched by the stardust of Hollywood. Actors today might not get the same adulation as, say Grace Kelly or Cary Grant did in their heyday, but they still have an element of glamour, and people will want to meet them.As an actrine in Toronto (admittedly, a comparatively small pond), she was able to meet the best people in local society, including: a daughter of a shoe empire; a son of a former Canadian prime minister; and a celebrity chef and restaurateur. They and others, in turn, propelled her up the ladder - and we know where she wound up.Meghan nowMeghan swapped the glitz of Hollywood for that of royalty, and one of the most stellar at that. However, as in anything, you have to stay relevant - and Meghan dropped the ball. She went from working royalty - where the perks include being the centre of attention at glittering events; tiaras; and security - to holder of a royal title. Holders of royal titles aren’t uncommon in the US: Barbara Hutton, Lee Radziwill, Crown Princess Marie-Chantal of Greece, to name a few. Their titles may be genuine, but as their countries generally no longer recognise their titles, there’s an air of inauthenticity about them. Plus Meghan’s image isn’t helped by her not having the unlimited funds of a Woolworth’s or DFS (Duty Free Shops) heiress, or being of American blue blood.As Meghan also dismally failed to capitalise the advantages (she does this often, eg the support of the US after the Oprah interview; the Spotify contract etc) of her royal connections, no one wants to know her, which means there’s no point networking with her. A-listers haven’t beaten a path to her door; her known associations are with C-listers at best - and even those seem to be alliances of mutual desperation. And the endless bad press! Losing the Spotify contract; being called ‘f**king grifters; mocked by the Mayor of New York after the near catastrophic car chase; denounced by DiorAnd she‘s now reached the level where unknown aspirants use her to move up the ladder - people called phillysocialite, and the writer of a book called How to Build Your Personal Brand.Should’ve stuck with Suits - could’ve been working on a comeback now, without the bad PR of the last 3 years.* One of the best 80s television themes, if you like that sort of thing (I do): YouTube Cagney & Lacey** Coined by an Australian TV critic. From context, it appears to denote a bimbo actress. post link: https://ift.tt/vODRjB1 author: Mickleborough submitted: October 08, 2023 at 12:15AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

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drramankholi999 · 2 years

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Gum Recession

If you might have observed the warning indicators of gum recession and tooth sensitivity, you should make an appointment today. Gum recession will worsen over time unless taken care of. Contact Arizona Periodontal Group today for gum grafting. If swelling, discomfort or another drawback gets worse after surgery, contact your dentist as you could need ache medications or antibiotics.

If so, you’ll most likely remember how painful it was that first day they went in, after which every time they have been adjusted. If you opted for using your personal tissue, the roof of your mouth will need to heal. Follow the instructions and end the course to avoid infection after your surgery.

Many dental insurance companies will pay a portion of the price of gum grafts. If you don’t have insurance coverage, the worth of gum surgery will depend on how a lot work is being accomplished. Talk to your dentist to learn about your cost options. Occasionally, the graft tissue may not attach to the graft site properly. This is very uncommon, but if this occurs a person would possibly require repeat surgery. Some people don't like the way their smile takes care of their gum graft surgery.

The whole office employees builds a relationship with shoppers after which treats them. I had a dental phobia before switching to Beach City Dental now I can truthfully say “I Love my Dentists”. I even have to say that they are one of the gum graft surgery best up to now that I even have skilled in a very lengthy time. The hygienist was nice and took her time on the cleansing, in distinction to others who appear to rush via the method.

There are a number of actions that would trigger this block including submitting a sure word or phrase, a SQL command or malformed data. Are you ready to ahead together with your gum graft procedure? It's really a very simple surgery that will not take too long, and the recovery time is only some days.

This is actually onerous to prevent as a result of plenty of it's hereditary. A few suggestions are sleeping with an evening guard should you grind your enamel and making sure you brush your gums. He informed me lots of people avoid brushing their gums because they are delicate etc however it's really essential to stimulate and brush your gums.

Over time, gum recession can proceed to the point the place the roots of your tooth are left open to an infection, which might additionally cause some bothersome sensitivity in the area. So, yes, it's important to handle that gum recession in some unspecified time gum graft surgery within the future. Also, remember, tongue and lip piercings can rub and irritate your gums, carrying the tissue away. There are various sorts of gum graft surgery available. All are relatively simple procedures with minimal threat of any complications.

If any complication happens, corresponding to an irregular amount of bleeding or insufferable ache, get in contact with your physician immediately. A stent additionally prevents meals from getting on the site of the wound, which reduces ache and speeds up the therapeutic course of. It’s possible that your dentist will advise you to have surgery on a quantity of of your enamel. In this instance, bear in mind that post-surgery discomfort and restoration time will be higher. Under anesthetic, your dentist will use tissue from the roof of your mouth, or an inconspicuous space nearby. Another choice available to make use of is donor tissue, which implies quicker restoration for you.

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It supplies thermal protection when consuming and drinking. Again, the resorbable stitches will dissolve in 4 to 7 days on the HARVEST SITE. A small quantity of bleeding is regular and generally happens a few hours after the procedure and with waking the next morning. It is important Not to spit or drink through a straw during the first 24 hours following the procedure. To rinse your mouth, lightly transfer the liquid across the mouth and open allow the liquid to drain out. The new tissue flap shall be repositioned on the broken gum line and stitched into place.

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Difference between Fistula & Fissures? What are the key differences?

Fistula and fissures are often confused for the same problem but they are not. However, they have few similarities, one of which being that both are anal pathologies which are difficult to ignore and require immediate action to treat their symptoms, including itchines, pain and bleeding in the rectal area. We at SIDS Hospital, Surat can help you manage both the conditions with our team of qualified gastroenterologists, colon and rectal surgeons.

The common problem with both these conditions is that people get confused and think that they are suffering from piles. But, in reality, it requires a deeper analysis of the problem, and an expert can thoroughly evaluate the situation smoothly; hence it’s recommended to see a fissure and fistula doctor, and get it treated accordingly.

Now, let’s dive deep to explore these anal conditions and their differences.

What is Fistula and how does it occur?

An anal fistula is a narrow tunnel that runs from within the anus to a skin opening near the outside. Anal fistulas are typically the result of an anal abscess or infection that did not heal properly. The gland can become infected, resulting in the formation of an abscess.

It’s uncommon, but they can also be caused by tuberculosis, sexually transmitted diseases, or an ongoing bowel illness like Crohn’s disease or ulcerative colitis. An abscess can cause a fistula. It’s uncommon, but they can also be caused by tuberculosis, sexually transmitted diseases, or an ongoing bowel illness like Crohn’s disease or ulcerative colitis.

Symptoms

People who suffer from external fistula tend to show the following symptoms.

Abdominal pain

Painful bowel obstruction

Fever

People who suffer from internal fistula tend to show the following symptoms.

Diarrhea

Rectal bleeding

A bloodstream infection or sepsis

Poor absorption of nutrients and weight loss

Dehydration

Worsening of the underlying disease

Treatment of a Fistula

Antibiotics alone will not cure an anal fistula, which must be drained of infection. The majority of anal fistulas will necessitate surgery to correct the problem by draining the abscess. If your anal fistula is simple, the most common surgery is a fistulotomy, which involves cutting and removing the skin and muscle over the tunnel.

Having said that, if the condition is detected early, certain medications such as antibiotics, antipyretics, and analgesics can be beneficial. Individuals may require a different treatment plan than others. The type, location, severity, and size of the fissure or fistula are also factors. Similarly, the recovery time can also vary.

What is a fissure, and how does it occurs?

As discussed earlier, a fissure is a tiny cut in the skin of the anus. And it usually occurs by passing hard or large stools. It often occurs when a person suffers from chronic constipation or diarrhea that tears the skin of the anus.

If the anal fissure doesn’t improve and heals over six weeks, a patient is required to see the best fissures surgeon in surat for fissure surgery.

Causes of Fissure

Passing large or hard stools

Straining during bowel movements

Chronic diarrhea

Anal intercourse

Childbirth

In the worst cases, a person may suffer from a fissure due to anal cancer, HIV, tuberculosis, syphilis, and herpes.

Symptoms of anal fissure

The following are some of the symptoms of an anal fissure.

A visible tear in the skin around your anus

A skin tag, or small lump of skin, next to the tear

Sharp pain in the anal area during bowel movements

Bleeding while passing the stools.

Burning or itching in the anal area

Treatment of a fissure

Most anal fissures won’t require any kind of medical surgery. An anal fissure is an open wound, and keeping the open wound clean and dry will help a patient treat fissure rapidly.

Other treatments are as follows.

Drinking plenty of water and other fluids throughout the day

Eating a high-fiber diet daily

Taking sitz bath

Using anti-inflammatory ointments

If you have a severe or chronic anal fissure, your doctor may recommend lateral internal sphincterotomy (LIS), a procedure that involves cutting a small portion of the anal sphincter muscle to relax it and reduce pain and spasms.

These are the conditions that cannot be treated with dietary changes alone. Incorporating healthy dietary changes, on the other hand, promotes healthy bowel movement. This reduces the possibility of diarrhoea or constipation, which could lead to fissures. Drinking plenty of fluids, including water, to smoothen the hard stool. It makes them easier to pass and helps promote good wound healing.

Preventing the condition is always preferable to treating it. If you notice any signs of a fissure or fistula, seek medical attention right away from the top fissure and fistula surgeons.

The expert colorectal surgeon team at SIDS hospital, Surat, provides you with access to the most recent and advanced treatment for elective surgeries at the most reasonable prices. We address all of your surgical concerns and ensure that your needs are met throughout your medical journey.

FAQs

How do I know if I have fissures & fistula?

Abdominal pain and fever are the symptoms of fistula. And when you notice bleeding while passing the stools or A visible tear in the skin around your anus, these are the symptoms of an anal fissure.

What happens if fissures are not treated?

If you fail to treat fissures, it may lead to an acute fissure becoming chronic and, thus, more difficult to treat. And misdiagnosis of an anal fissure may also allow other conditions to go undetected and untreated, such as serious infections or cancer.

Which is worse, piles or fissures?

Piles are inflamed veins in the anal region that may protrude outside, causing discomfort. An anal fissure, on the other hand, is a small cut on the lining of the anal cavity. However, piles are majorly painless, while a fissure causes a lot of pain.

Can a fissures lead to fistula?

A fissure does not turn into a fistula. Hence, a fissure will not lead to a fistula. But, it can lead to a lot of pain.

#gastroenterologists #SIDS Hospital #SURAT

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So sorry if you're too busy for this, but any headcanons on how would the slashers react to an s/o who likes to hold onto their arm and kinda hide behind them when they get in nervous?

The Slashers reacting to a S/O who holds their arm and hides behind them when they are nervous:

Thomas Hewitt

Hoyt is in a bad mood. It wasn’t uncommon for Hoyt to get worked up adn beginning shouting, slamming doors, and snapping at people. He had been ranting and raving about something you couldn’t even understand at this point, getting more and more aggressive as he continued.

You hadn’t even thought about it, moving closer to Thomas. You grabbed hold of his rolled up sleeve gently as you shrank behind him slightly, your other hand clutching his bare forearm as you hid behind his arm.

Thomas is a little surprised by your behaviour but he gets it, you’re nervous, possibly even scared and he didn’t even blame you. Hoyt could be a lot to handle.

It just makes him feel even more protective of you.

He’ll move closer to you, further in front of you in the hopes to make you feel more secure.

You trust him. He makes you feel safe. So, he will make sure to protect you even if there wasn’t any real danger.

He’s glad, proud even, that you trust him, it just proves that he makes you feel safe. Though he’s a little irritated with Hoyt for scaring you in the first place.

Don’t worry, he won’t let anything happen to you.

Michael Myers

You thought somebody was in the house. You had both heard the noise from downstairs, it had just made Michael squint while you began to panic.

You expressed your concern to Michael, who was still just listening for any more sounds.

You asked him to investigate, causing him to huff. But you were right, if somebody was in the house, he should deal with it.

So, he’s off of the bed and picking up his trusty knife.

But you hop up with him, not wanting to be left alone. He pointed back to the bed, telling you to stay behind but you insisted on going with him.

As the two of you left the room, you clutched his arm tightly, following closely behind him.

Michael thinks it’s a little amusing, how you clung to him for safety when he was certainly more dangerous than any intruder.

He gets a funny feeling when he realises that you trust him to protect you, that you might even feel safe with him.

But he will protect you, you’re his and nobody else will harm you.

Jason Voorhees

You heard weird noises coming from outside. Living in the middle of the woods could get a little spooky, especially if you aren’t used to it. So when you hear a strange noise from outside, you can’t help but get a little nervous.

You instantly jump, slipping behind Jason and clinging to his arm.

Jason instantly goes into protective mode. You’re scared and you’re coming to him for safety, he will make sure everything is okay!

He’ll reassure you before going to investigate, you following behind as you refused to let go of his sleeve, your body pressed against his arm nearly the whole time.

You were relieved when the two of you discovered that the source of the strange noises was a wounded deer.

Though, the two of you did end up taking the time and effort to tend to the poor animal.

Brahms Heelshire

You heard noises coming from somewhere in the house. The large house could get a little spooky at times. It was an old house and it made the noises of an old house, drafts sometimes flowing down corridors and what people refer to as ‘the house settling’ whatever that means. You were slowly getting used to it but it could still be unnerving.

So when the sound of something slamming echoed through the house, you couldn’t help but jump, a small gasp escaping you as you reached out and grabbed Brahms.

He was much calmer, clearly more used to the noises that his home sometimes made.

He gets a little cocky when you cling to him for protection or comfort.

“Don’t worry, Y/n, I’ll protect you!”

The two of you wander around the house together, looking for the source of the sound, you never letting go of his arm as you follow closely behind him.

It turns out that a window had been left open and a strong wind had made it swing open and slam against the wall.

Brahms has laughed at the situation as you secured the window shut but quickly made up for it by wrapping his arms around you and asking if you wanted to cuddle (mainly just because he wanted too).

Bo Sinclair

One of the new ‘visitors’ was making you uncomfortable. You’ve been greeting visitors to Ambrose with Bo for a while now, he insisted that you were the best at making people comfortable and putting them at ease out of the four of you. This one group included one guy, he had been a bit of a flirt but it didn’t bother you too much, making it clear to him that you were taken. He was loud and abrasive, putting you on edge just by being around, and the way he watched and leered at you didn’t help either.

You had tried to keep your distance from him, knowing he wouldn’t be a problem much longer, but you just couldn’t take it any longer.

When Bo wandered over with ‘news’ about their busted car, you clutched his elbow nervously, trying to make it look as casual as possible.

But Bo noticed your discomfort instantly and knew the cause of it, he had noticed the man’s behaviour as well.

The fact that you clung to him like this, sought him out for protection, makes him smirk a little. But he focuses most of his energy on glaring at the man, smirking some more when the man seems to step back, intimidated.

Bo keeps you close to him after that, always having a hand on you, both to rub your relationship in the man’s face but also to make you feel a little safer.

Vincent Sinclair

Bo was in a bad mood. Sometimes he got like this, mad about everything for no real reason, and he usually took this out on Vincent. But now that you were around, he liked to take it out on both of you (since Lester wasn’t in town as often). This just meant that the two of you had to stand and listen to him rant, occasionally berating one of you.

You knew that Bo was capable of violence so you couldn’t help but get nervous.

You had reached out for Vincent, clutching the sleeve of his sweater in your hand as you moved closer to him.

Bo snapped and you flinched, sinking behind Vincent slightly, your other hand holding onto his arm as well.

As soon as you reached for him, Vincent moved closer to you, hoping it provided you some sort of comfort or reassurance.

When Bo directed a comment at you, Vincent moved further in front of you, placing himself between you and his twin brother.

He knew how intimidating Bo could be but he was more used to it than you, he wanted to protect you as much as he could.

Lester Sinclair

Bo was in a bad mood. The latest group of visitors in Ambrose had put up more of a fight than any of you had expected and, even thought everything had turned out well for the four of you, it had put Bo in a bad mood. He was shouting, criticising how you had all handled the situation.

The three of you had listened to his criticism and downright berating you all, but he wasn’t calming down. His voice was raising still and you were getting pretty nervous about what kind of outburst this could lead too.

You had slipped your hand into Lester’s, seeking and providing comfort.

But when Bo snapped at you in particular, you couldn’t help but flinch and step closer to Lester, moving behind him ever so slightly.

He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze as you brought your other hand up to hold onto his arm, clutching his sleeve.

Lester never likes seeing you nervous or afraid, and he wished he could comfort you better in that moment.

Lester isn’t usually an over protective person but whenever you seek him out for comfort and reassurance like this, he feels very protective over you.

He will move slightly further in front of you, though he knows that there isn’t much he could do against Bo.

Bo didn’t get violent, he snapped some more before shouting at you all to get out of his sight.

You and Lester shot Vincent small smiles before he headed back to the wax museum. Lester kept hold of your hand as you headed back to his truck, just wanting to get back home.

Bubba Sawyer

His brothers were being rowdy. It was a common occurrence, Nubbins and ChopTop getting into some kind of trouble. Shouting, running around, arguing, fighting, throwing things, breaking things, just being generally chaotic. You weren’t afraid of the two men, they had become family and you had become somewhat used to their behaviour, but it could still be a lot and leave you worrying that you would accidently get in the way of a plate that one of them threw.

Bubba had walked into the room and as soon as you saw him, you took hold of his arm and brought yourself closer to him.

Of course he was glad to have you close to him but when another item was thrown across the room and you stepped behind him slightly, he realised that you were a little nervous with the energy in the room.

Bubba just frowned, he wasn’t too fond of when his brothers got like this either and he didn’t like that it was making you nervous.

But he’s quick to comfort you and just take you up to his room where it was a little more peaceful.

Billy Lenz

You had just finished watching a scary movie. The two of you had curled up on the couch together to watch a scary movie and it seemed to have gotten to you much more than it did Billy. The two of you had decided to go to bed, turning off the Tv and standing from the couch. Just as you were about to head up to the bedroom, the sound of somebody shouting to their friend outside made you jump.

You gasped a little, quickly grabbing Billy’s arm and pressing yourself against his side.

Billy couldn’t help but laugh a little to himself at your spooked behaviour.

“It’s okay, Y/n, it was just a film” Billy cooed with a smile on his face. “Billy will protect you!” he was still grinning.

You rolled your eyes at his teasing but kept hold of his hand as you headed upstairs to the bedroom, Billy holding you close and giggling to himself.

He thinks it’s cute when you cling to him or hide behind him slightly, it’s sweet. He thinks it’s adorable and lets you know that, teasing you a little.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Asa had taken you to the hotel for the first time. You were nervous as soon as you saw the hotel from the outside, knowing what the inside held. Asa had told you it was a dangerous place and to stay close to him, so...you were.

As soon as you stepped inside, you grabbed hold of Asa’s arm and clung to him as he guided you through the large building.

Asa noticed your nervous instantly of course, and he wasn’t too surprised when you grabbed his arm, he had expected you to want to hold his hand or something.

You remained as close as possible while remaining slightly behind him, where you felt safe, as you looked around.

Asa made you feel safe, especially in a place that he knows so well. He can tell that you’re seeking his protection as you cling to him.

He’s just glad that you’re remaining close as he guides you through the hotel.

He’s very protective of you and he likes how you seek his protection, how you trust him to protect you. Even when he is the person who made the hotel so dangerous in the first place.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Preston was acting strange around you. Everyone in Jesse’s organisation treated you with respect and new who you were since you were around so often, and of course you had met Preston. He had been polite and even a little charming when you first met him but he soon began to act in a way that made you uncomfortable. He would stare at you, glaring or leering when Jesse wasn’t around to catch him. You knew why, he was clearly jealous of Jesse and wanted what he had and apparently he wasn’t a fan of Jesse having you either.

Preston had been talking to you, far less than welcomingly, when you came by to visit the office.

As soon as Jesse approached, he changed. Smiling and speaking politely, asking if you came to visit Jesse. That always happened, Preston changing when Jesse showed up to not get caught being rude to you and risking Jesse’s wrath.

As soon as Jesse was in sight, you smile at him. And as soon as he was beside you, you casually took hold of his elbow but seemed to slink behind him ever so slightly.

It was a nervous behaviour, Jesse knew that and noticed it instantly. When you felt uncomfortable, nervous, or even scared, you would hold onto him and stand behind him where you knew you would be safe.

That meant that Preston, the only other person around, must have been making you uncomfortable.

Preston knew that he had been caught from the warning look that Jesse gave him. Jesse would barely acknowledge him before taking a hold of you protectively and whisking you away to his office where he would ask you to tell him everything, leaving Preston as good as dead.

Otis Driftwood

You were at a bar and a fight broke out. You often when to cheap bars with Otis and Baby and those bars were often filled with dodgy people. So, it wasn’t that surprising when a fight between two patrons broke out. These things have a sort of domino effect, other patrons cheering on or joining.

Once the chaos broke out, you grabbed Otis’ arm and pulled yourself behind him slightly. Clinging to his arm to avoid getting pulled into any danger.

Otis enjoys a bit of chaos and violence of course, so he’s more than happy to watch on in amusement but he still doesn’t want you to get hurt.

So when you move behind him, he keeps you there.

It’s thinks it’s cute that you’re clinging to him and hiding behind him, but he will tease you for it, just liking to get you flustered. But he won’t let any harm come to you, you don’t need to worry about that.

If anyone gets too close, Otis pulls you closer to him, shooting them a threatening glare.

He still stands back and watches the fighting, chuckling to himself, but he will occasionally glance back at you to make sure you’re alright.

As the fighting continues, you cling more so to his arm, eventually slipping a hand into his as your other hand clutches his arm.

A part of him does like that you feel safe and protected by him, he thinks it’s cute.

Baby Firefly

You were at a busy bar. You did enjoy going out with Baby but she always adjusted to loud, busy establishments better than you did. All the bars you visited tended to be filled with questionable characters but tonight the bar was filled with rowdy patrons.

Baby didn’t seem to mind but it was a lot, and you were a little worried about losing her in the crowd.

So, you reached out and wrapped your hand around her arm, moving closer so that you were right behind her as she guided you to the bar.

She noticed your slight anxiety when you reached the bar and you didn’t release her arm, still keeping yourself close to her.

“Don’t worry, doll. I got ya” Baby grinned as she slipped her hand into yours, happy to keep hold of your hand if you need some reassurance and comforting.

Will hold your hand the whole night if you want. She just thinks you’re adorable and teases you playfully about it.

Yautja (Predator)

You were watching some other Yautjas sparring. Your mate had shown you around his home planet, had introduced you to other Yautjas, and now he had taken you too see a pair of Yautjas training and sparring with each other.

You weren’t scared, nor did you think that you were going to get hurt while watching on, but the creatures were aggressive and rarely held back even when training or sparring.

You hadn’t even noticed as you shuffled closer to your mate, holding onto the strong arm that you shifted behind.

Instantly your mate looked down at you, concerned that you had become afraid.

But you were still watching on curiously, a more nervous side of you simply seeking the comfort and protection that only he can provide.

He’ll pull you a little closer, standing tall and protective as you clung to his arm, watching the sparring match from a place of safety.

He doesn’t worry. You’re safe and you know that you’re safe when you’re with him, but he does think it’s pretty cute. His sweet little human mate.

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Stood Up

Pairing: Sero/F!Reader

Summary: When you find your dating making out with someone else at a Halloween party, Hanta swoops in and reclaims your evening, rekindling an old flame.

Contains: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Demisexual Reader, Astronomy/Greek Lore Nerd Sero, Old flame

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Demi Problems, Praise/Smidge of Degradation, Name-calling (slut & whore), Pet names (Love, good girl, pretty girl), Car Sex, F Masturbation, Oral M Receiving (Road Head) I think that's everything

A/N: This took me much longer than I expected. It's also my first time writing Sero. Given the season, I decided to add a touch of Halloween and costumes to this one.

If you'd like to read other's in the Stood Up series, here are the links:

Stood Up - Bakugo - WC 3,502

Stood Up - Kirishima - WC 3,612

Stood Up - Kaminari - WC 2,461

Word Count Starting Below: 3,494

Denki Kaminari's annual Halloween bash was in full swing by the time Hanta had arrived. He'd come straight from patrol, wrapping himself up in his own tape making a half assed mummy costume for himself. Not like anyone would notice with the flashing colored lights, loud music, and abundance of liquor.

However, Hanta didn't even make it up to the double glass front doors of Denki's home. Not before doing a double take at the very familiar pirate that ran by him.

"Y/N?" You stopped allowing him the chance to catch up to you, "Holy shit, it is you, when the hell did you get back?"

Three years you'd been gone, working in America. Time differences and busy schedules made it so the two of you barely kept in touch. It was a shame, Hanta thought, considering how close the two of you used to be.

"I- uh- just a few weeks now. I heard you were helping out with the disaster relief after that storm."

It had to be his eyes playing tricks on him, the funny colors of the dancing lights were what made your cheeks look wet, right? Those couldn't have been tears.

"I was, yeah, but I got back yesterday. I didn't know-"

"Get the hell outta here!" His head snapped back towards the front of the house, just in time to see Eijiro, dressed in an impressive werewolf costume, literally throw someone out of the party. The guy drunkenly stumbled off, Eijiro walking over towards where Hanta was standing with you. "Y/N, you good?"

You nodded while Hanta tried to piece together what'd happened. "Sorry, it took me a second to find the bastard. Do ya wanna come back in? I'll make sure he leaves."

"No, Eijiro, thanks though. I'm just gonna head home."

The wolfman frowned but understood. "We'll have a smaller party for ya! Just the gang as a welcome home! You know Denki will look for any excuse to throw a party." He turned his gaze on Hanta. "A mummy, really?"

"You've been a damn werewolf for the last two years! You don't get to give me crap."

Eijiro poked the fuzzy pointed red ears carefully set into his spiky hair. "Mina and I worked real hard on this costume... seemed like a waste to only wear it once."

"We both know you haven't just worn those once, big man."

That got a chuckle out of you while all Eijiro could do was shrug and try to hide a shit-eating grin.

He asked you again if you'd like to stay and once more you said you were going to just head home. It was when you specifically said you were going to be walking home that Hanta spoke up offering to drive you back to your home since it was Halloween and people were creeps.

You were a damn pro hero but he still didn't feel right about just letting you walk home alone.

When you agreed he told Eijiro he'd be back soon and walked over with you to his car.

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A part of you missed the old station wagon Hanta used to drive, not that this BMW he now drove wasn't absolutely amazing, you just sort of missed the comfort of the old car.

He waited until he'd reached the end of Denki's long, winding driveway to finally speak. "So, you wanna tell me what happened back there, or am I just supposed to pretend like Kiri didn't kick someone out on your behalf?"

"You could probably just ask Kiri and he'd tell you."

"I could, but, I'd like to hear it from you."

You knew you could tell him, there was nothing you couldn't tell Hanta. There was once a time when the man knew every single detail about your life. Sure, time and distance had put a strain on that relationship but you were back now. There was no reason why you couldn't at least start rebuilding what you and Hanta once had.

"Y/N, if you don't wanna say anything-"

"I was just casually seeing this guy. You know me and dating, how we don't always work out." You said abruptly and he quit talking, "And so, we weren't like official but we said we'd go to this party together. Well, I got here and went looking for him and found him making out with one of Hawks' sidekicks. I got a little upset when he noticed me and, well, he just said he found someone better."

Hanta actually stopped the car, pulled off to the side of the road, threw it in park, and looked right at you because he knew what found someone better meant exactly. You'd used those words in high school when that guy from Shiketsu that you'd been seeing got pissed off that you wouldn't put out and ended it with you. You went to his dorm crying because he 'found someone better', is what you told him. It took him a few hours to get the truth out of you.

You'd always been the kind of person to love with your entire heart but sexually, you'd confessed that you felt different from all the other kids your age back then. Not having the same urges and desires that everyone else seemed stricken with.

"Hanta, it's fine, really. Kiri heard the whole thing and, well, you saw what happened."

"Doesn't make it right! So, you went on a couple dates with a guy, that doesn't mean he just gets to expect you to put out for him! Even if you weren't demi, no one gets to just assume they deserve sex."

His lips were pressed in a narrow line, nostrils flared once in annoyance. He was usually so calm and laid back that you thought it rather cute when he got overprotective. "It's alright, Hants, really."

He still gave you a look that said he disagreed but then shook his head, dropping the subject for now at least.

"Still like those late-night drives?"

"I love them."

"Good."

Hanta waited for a car to pass and whipped the car in the other direction.

It wasn't long before he had the windows rolled down, conversations filling in the blanks of lost time, in between belting out choruses of your favorite songs. Minutes slipped by the further he drove, you lost track of both time and kilometers, letting him tell you all about the ridiculous antics the group had been up to.

Eventually, you caught the scent of salty air and even in the dark, you had a pretty good idea where Hanta was going. He followed a winding road, making two left turns and then a right leaving you on a stretch of road that paralleled the ocean.

You let your head fall against the seat, eyes falling shut and inhaling that wonderful smell you missed so much. Hanta had just one hand lazily on the wheel, his elbow resting out the open window, a relaxed smile was illuminated in soft orange lights off his dash.

You let your head roll onto his shoulder, not as easily done without the bench seat in his station wagon but it worked nonetheless. "Thanks."

His free hand came to rest on your knee, "Anytime."

He turned the wheel, pulling over and parking in front of a small beach access that you guys had found at 3 in the morning five years prior. Hanta kicked off his shoes, leaving them in the car to avoid them being sand-filled and you did the same with the knee-high boots purely because you longed to feel the sand between your toes.

The wooden planks were worn, parts buried beneath the sand until eventually, none remained. Breaking waves flooded your ears and you made a run for them! Before you could reach the lapping water though, tape had wound around your middle and yanked you backward.

"Not happening!" Hanta said firmly. "Last time I let you talk me into late-night swimming we didn't have a change of clothes either and we both got so sick! I think I might have actually died without Bakugo's soup!"

You chuckled, remembering being nineteen and curled up with Hanta on the sofa in the living room of the apartment you all shared for nearly a week. The sniffles didn't cease for almost three weeks.

"Okay, okay, no swimming." You flopped back down into the sand, his tape still attached meaning the cellophane hero was pulled down with you. "Tell me about the stars then, Hants. Who's out tonight?"

Astronomy was a hobby of Hanta's you learned about after moving into the dorms your first year. It wasn't uncommon to find him out on the roof most nights, laying on his back and looking up into the clear night sky littered with twinkling stars, usually with a joint pressed between his lips. It became almost a habit for him to grab you on his way up, pulling you along because you were more than happy listening to him tell you about each constellation and the stories behind them.

It was around this time of year, in your final year of high school; somewhere between him recalling the greek mythos of Aries and Sagittarius that you noticed your heart beating a little faster. You realized something had shifted between the two of you, and, holy shit, was this what it felt like to have a crush! When the hell did that happen?

You'd entrusted everything to Hanta back then, and now, laying in the sand shoulder to shoulder while he talked about Draco, that familiar feeling stirred again. You remembered what it was supposed to be like when you weren't forcing it for some random guy. How simple it was supposed to be.

You inclined on an elbow and he stopped mid-sentence. "Eh, everything alright?" You nodded but he looked anything but convinced, mirroring your position and asking you again.

It was easy for you to lean forward, to brush your lips against his for the first time in three years. And, when you pulled away, he looked about as shocked as he had the night you'd done it when you were eighteen.

"You- you still like me?"

When you left for America, you'd both agreed to put a pause on your sort of relationship. Free to date and screw whomever you pleased because three years was a long time and it just seemed like a fair decision to make. The realization that he might now have someone else special in his life dawned on you...

"Yeah but I totally understand if things are different now and I shoulda asked- oof!"

He kissed you so hard you toppled back into the sand, quick pecks, one right after another, ending them with a long one that nearly left you breathless.

"I didn't know how to bring it up. I didn't want to make you feel awkward about things or make you think I expected something. I thought that maybe since we didn't talk for a while your feelings might have changed."

"I can say with confidence they haven't."

"Thank fuck." He groaned and captured your lips in another searing kiss.

It was easy to lift his shirt off, the shreds of tape that remained were now covered with gritty sand that clung to your fingers as you traced the chest and torso you knew so well. Gliding over defined muscles, lingering on old scars and mapping out new ones he'd collected in your time apart.

His own hands were busy flicking open the brass fastenings of your corset, huffing about it being so much more difficult to get to your chest and something about it being very unfair.

By the time he'd undone the last one, bright headlights shown across the beach. "Shit."

Giggling ensued from the walkway and you both sighed, at least it wasn't the police or a hero patrol. Hanta gathered his shirt and ran back to his car with his hand in yours.

"I thought our days of being caught were over."

"At least it wasn't Mr. Aizawa this time."

A chill ran down your spine remembering the night and the lecture you'd received when your teacher had caught Hanta sneaking out of your room early one morning.

"So, uh, do you still plan on going to Denki's party?" You asked innocently enough but Hanta knew you far too well.

"I think I'm gonna miss it this year." His hand found a home on your upper thigh. "Apparently, you and I have a lot of catching up to do. Lost time to make up for and all that."

"Too bad you don't have that old station wagon anymore. If you did, we wouldn't have to wait to get back."

Dark eyes glanced over at you not so subtly parting your legs.

"I dunno. It's not too often I travel in the backseat of my own car but I've been told it's pretty roomy. Lots of legroom."

Your hand ran over your legs, dipping down to lightly brush your more sensitive parts, thankful you opted for the thin pair of black leggings rather than the dark skinny jeans. Your fingers danced again and this time you let a soft moan pass your lips. "Eyes on the road, Hants."

"That's a little hard to do when I've got you spread out in the passenger's seat." He grabbed your free hand and pressed it against the bulge in his pants. "You've got me distracted, filthy little woman."

You appreciated him testing the waters, a subtle way of checking if you liked those nicknames he used only in private with you, giving you a chance to protest if your likes had changed. They were one's that only felt right coming from him and you were eager to hear more.

Forgoing your own high, you leaned over the center console as best you could, undoing his belt first, followed quickly by his zipper letting his strained cock be free.

His grip tightened on your leg when you kissed the tip of him. "Just like old times, huh?"

A chuckle turned quickly into a moan, taking him in your mouth, pushing yourself further on his cock, fighting your gag reflex to get him down your throat. Hanta reclined his seat further, giving you more room to work with.

Your legs clenched tighter with every groan you pulled from him, wiggling your hips in the seat, letting a hand fall back between your own legs. There was an attempt of a moan around his cock when his fingers coiled in your hair. "Such a good slut. Keep fuckin' goin'." He let you continue at your own speed, needing to focus as best he could on the road rather than what you were doing but, damn, you were making that increasingly difficult.

He wasn't stopping you though. He rarely did. You'd sucked him off on countless drives before and only stopped when- "That's it." He lifted you off him by your hair at the same time he pulled off the road. There was a convenient turn-off, hidden by overgrown brush you noticed before he shut off the headlights.

Hanta took you by the chin, smearing drool. "Backseat, pretty girl." He reached into the glove box and pulled out a foil wrapper, "What do you say we test out that legroom?"

He wait to watch your smile grow wide before crawling into the back because he had to be the first to go if this had any chance of working. Once situated, pants under his thighs, he patted his lap for you to climb over.

You slid easily onto his lap, hands traveling up and over his shoulders, kissing hard while you rocked your hips against impossibly hard length.

There was so much comfort in the familiarity of him. It wasn't awkward to fall back into rhythm with Hanta, to remember that he loved the feeling of your nails dragging down his chest. And he was just as eager to get your shirt off, reach your breasts he'd missed so much, and get his tongue on your nipples.

Your head tipped backward, loving the pace he set, hips bouncing creating the perfect tug on your nipples between his teeth.

"Love, if I promise to buy you a new pair, can I rip these damn leggings? They're just so thin and-"

"Please." Your breathy moan had him smirking and with a single grunt the leggings were ruined, cool air from the vents had only a moment to touch your bare ass before Hanta's hands reclaimed it.

There was no way he hadn't felt your arousal before ripping your clothes off, you soaked through your panties and leggings, you knew that, but that didn't stop him from commenting on how soaked you were now on his fingers. "Want me inside you, whore? I think you do."

You nodded with a whimper and he slipped a finger in. "Hants, noo- I- I want your cock, please."

"You're gonna take my fingers like a good little slut first." You clenched at the words falling from his mouth. "So fuckin' tight you can barely take a finger. How'm I supposed to fit in here if you can even take a single finger? Need you to loosen up, alright." He pushed another finger in, scissoring the two inside you.

"This gonna make you cum? You need this bad, don't you? Tell me. Tell me how bad you need to cum."

"I want it. Please, please, I need it. I'm so close," You babbled and ripped the foil open with his teeth, rolling it with one hand on his cock. In an instant, his fingers had been replaced with this dick. Sticky fingers on your ass helping you ease down on him with a hiss.

"Fuck," Hanta let out a throaty chuckle, "You still fuckin' feel the absolute best." He dropped a kiss between your breasts, letting you adjust to his girth. "Perfect. Good girl. Such a fuckin' good little slut."

He wasn't about to last long. Not once you started bouncing up and down on him, your tits right in front of his face.

"Couldn't even wait for me to get you home, had to fucking tease me in the damn car." He held onto the fat of your ass, pulling you along him and slamming you down hard.

"Kinda pathetic how desperate you are. Fuck. Kinda hot too."

When the top of your head bumped the roof of the car, he scooted lower, trying to give you as much room to ride him however you pleased.

"What do you need? You wanna cum, don't you, pretty girl, what do you need?"

"Faster, faster please."

Hanta shifted even lower, making you grab onto the two headrests while he thrust his hips up into you at a rapid speed. His thumb on your clit was the additional stimulation you needed to fall over the edge. Nails clawing at the black leather as he continued to moan below you now chasing his own release.

You stayed poised above him, using every last bit of strength to stay upright until his mouth was rambling and his cock pulsed inside of you. Fingers bruising your skin before holding your pelvis snuggly against his.

He was bent in a way that looked entirely uncomfortable and yet he still smiled so widely. Reaching up to brush hair out of your eyes, "You okay?"

"Perfects, Hants. A little sore but I'm sure you are too." He moved off his lap, letting him slip out of you with a groan, "Is your neck gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine. Having you back, love, is more than worth a little bit of a neck cramp."

As he tied a knot in the condom, depositing it into a plastic bag he had tucked away under his seat, Hanta raised a brow, "Love, really, are you alright? Please, tell me if I hurt you at all."

"No! I'm good, why?"

"You're sitting silly."

You were sitting a little odd, perched on your knees rather than sitting on your ass because the leather was chilly and you told Hanta as much making him laugh. "Wait, I think I can help." He leaned back to the front of the car, flicking a button making it glow. Once he tucked himself back in his pants he hopped out of the car and you could see him rummaging in his trunk through the rear window.

"I keep forgetting to take this out from our camping trip a couple months ago. Guess it turned out to be a good thing." He laid the blanket down over the passenger's seat, declaring that should help a bit.

You wrapped the now toasty warm blanket around your bottom half while Hanta drove back towards the city, your head on his shoulder, his hand on your thigh.

"So, shopping tomorrow? I believe I owe you a pair of leggings..."

"It's a date."

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phantom-ghoul · 2 years

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A Witness.

Dick Greyson/ Nightwing x male!reader

Masterlist

Authors note: I’m not expecting this to turn out amazing but i don’t want to revise. So :))

Warnings: Mentions of a shoot out, blood & injury, mentions of guns and other weapons.

Summary: A shoot out in Gotham isn’t all that uncommon; you know this. And yet these things never seem to surprise you, especially when you find an injured Nightwing at the scene.

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Officers walked around the scene. A gunshots heard call was nothing new but each time they had to treat it with the same severity. You were relatively new to the job as an officer of the law but even you had had enough of these calls. Most of the time the criminals had already left the area with no trace.

“Okay newbie. You check over there. I’ll cover this area.” Your partner spoke with little enthusiasm.

“Isn’t that against protocol?” You questioned.

“You’ll be fine. There are other officers around. You’re not scared of the dark are you?” She teased with a grin.

“Whatever.” You spoke rolling your eyes.

And with that, you walked off in the direction instructed. Out of all the officers, your partner seemed to love teasing you the most; always trying to find some new thing to annoy you about. On occasions it’s funny, but after a long shit like tonight, you had had just about enough.

It was entering the early hours of the morning and you wanted nothing more than for your shift to end so you could go and fall into the comfort of your bed. But before that, the building had to be checked.

By the looks of things, the place was only used for storage so it didn’t seem too far fetched to believe a shoot out had taken place. But then again, where in Gotham wasn’t suitable for a shoot out between people or gangs.

You could see flashlights scanning the area around you, no doubt finding nothing. To be fair, you hadn’t found much either. No footprints, bullet casings; not even any… blood?

You shone your torch over the concrete in front of you again. Sure enough you weren’t imagining things. Blood. And it wasn’t yet dry. Maybe tonight would be interesting.

Following the trail of blood led to an ominous, dark closed door.

“Couldn’t it be a nice well lit door?” You asked yourself.

The metal door didn’t look particularly inviting but for the sake of your career, you knew you’d have to open it. So you grabbed ahold of your trusty, standard-issue pistol and prepared to be attacked because, in all honesty, this is Gotham, when weren’t people trying to attack cops.

“Now or never i guess.” You mumbled grabbing ahold of the door and with a deep breath you opened it, gun at the ready just in case.

There was shuffling to the right, so you took a tentative step inside and shone your torch in that direction as your arm supported the gun in your other hand. There was a man huddled in the corner, dressed in mostly black, covering a wound - most likely the source of all the blood unless there were other bleeding people in the room. His face was turned away from you but he was aware you were there, you assumed he was anyway.

“GCPD,” you said, keeping your gun trained on the man just in case, “Sir, are you okay?” You asked, taking a small step towards him.

The man huffed what seemed to be a small laugh and finally moved so his face was clear to see. He wore a domino mask and on his chest was the shape of a blue bird.

“Oh great.” You sighed, lowering the gun. “Nightwing.” Yep. Definitely not a boring night.

“The one and only.” He grinned. But it was more of a grit teeth smile. He was hurt. And relatively badly from what you could see but then again maybe it looked worse than it was.

“This shoot out call have anything to do with you?” You asked putting you gun back in its holster at your side.

“If i say yes?” He asked.

“We’ll then technically I’d have to arrest you and take you in for questioning. But something tells me that’s not going to happen.” You sighed. “You might as well get going then. Not much point in sticking around now. Not with this many officers about.”

“Your not even going to try and arrest me?” He laughed.

“No. It would be a waste of time. You’d just end up getting away anyway and it’s not like you’re the bad guy here. Is it?” You raised an eyebrow. “You need some help there?” He was still clutching at his side even now. Normally masks are gone by the time the police arrive. But why isn’t he?

“I’m fine.” He grits out, moving to stand up. When his hands were out of the way you could get a clear look at his injuries. There were two long lacerations. One from his ribs to just above his hip and the other was across his thigh. He seemed to just ignore the pain but you on the other hand felt dizzy just looking at it. It made you shudder thinking about how uncomfortable that must be.

“Do you need a hospital?” You asked.

“No.” He replied quickly.

“Right. The whole, anonymous mask thing you’ve got going. You know if you bleed to death they’ll take off your mask anyway and then this would’ve been pointless.” You tried to reason.

“I’ll be fine.” He said, quite literally falling over. So you did the kind thing and helped him balance by leaning on you.

“Jesus. Now I wish it was a normal night.” You sighed. There go your dreams of going home to bed you thought. And your dreams of remaining blood-free, even if it wasn’t your blood.

“Thanks.”

“No problem but what now?”

“If you could just… get me out of here?” He said looking around the dark room he was in.

“Jesus I’m losing my job after this. Fine, but you can’t just walk out into a cop infested area looking like that.”

“Like what?” He said back.

“Really? Bloody and in spandex.”

“So what do you suggest?” He asked. You looked about. There wasn’t much to help. Eventually, your eyes landed on a dirty sheet coving some crates just outside the room.

“That could work?” You said nodding towards it. He sighed and nodded. Something about seeing Nightwing in a dirty sheet brought joy to you, especially if you were going to have to carry his ass outside and avoid other officers.

“Is there anything else?” He pleaded. “What if that infects my wound?” He whined.

“You’ll be fine.” You deadpanned as you dragged him over as fast as possible to avoid anyone else seeing him.

Once you got there you pulled the sheet off the boxes and shook it out to try and remove some dust. Then you gave it to him and he swaddled himself in the cloth.

“You might wanna take that mask off.” You warned.

“No chance.” He spoke firmly. Oh well, it was worth a shot you thought. “Where’s your car?” He questioned.

“Cop car round the side of the building. My partner and I came from a different direction to cover the exit. You’re lucky.”

“Lucky? I can’t get into a cop car.” He whisper shouted.

“It’s the best you’ve got.” You returned.

And with that you continued to haul the heavy man out of the building, stopping every so often to check no cops were in your way before continuing towards the exit. Thankfully all this happened without issue except the blood droplets which constantly fell to the floor as the two of you moved.

“Could you stop bleeding for just a damn second?”

“No!” He whispered back. You rolled you eyes.

Once you reached the street, you were pretty much good to go. Only a few cops were left on the street and in the area your car was parked, no one was around. The search radius has expanded to a few streets away.

“Okay. Time to go.” You told Nightwing; who in all honesty didn’t seem to be all that awake. He just absentmindedly nodded.

“Become a cop they said.” You grumbled to yourself, comically dragging a tall muscular man to a cop car. Who hasn’t?

“Hey. Nightwing? Your gonna need to get yourself into the car.”

“Yeah yeah. I’m on it.” He nodded, reliving you of his weight and instead leaned on the car. “Shit.” He said looking past you.

You swung your head back round to look towards the building. “Shit.” And with that Nightwing hopped in the passenger seat and slammed the door.

“Hey partner.” Smith seethed as she walked over.

“Hey Smith.” You smiled. “What can i do for you?”

“Who’s that?” She quizzed pointing into the car.

“Oh. He’s… uh,” you moved to stand in front of the drivers side window to cover the weird scene Smith might see, “he’s a witness.” You settled on.

“A witness?” She repeated.

“Yeah. I was just going to take him to the station. I thought you could hitch a ride with someone else so I could get this done.” You lied through your teeth.

“Next time, tell me. Don’t just ditch me at the crime scene.” She huffed walking away.

“Yep! Got it.” You called after her and quickly hopped into the car once she had rounded the building to the main street.

“That was close.” You sighed. “Oh. God. Don’t bleed all over the seats.” You complained, looking at the blood that was surly now seeping into the fabric of the seats.

“Oh sorry. Next time I’ll be sure to keep the blood flow away from your car seats when I’m bleeding out.”

“It would be appreciated.” You grumbled and started the car.

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“Why are we here? This is the last place I’d need to be.” Nightwing assessed as you pulled into the parking garage of the GCPD.

Throughout the drive he’d managed to use some of the cloth he was previously wearing to apply pressure to his wounds but he still wasn’t looking too great. The more time that passed the more ghostly he became.

“I can’t take you to a hospital and i can’t take you anywhere in this. My partner will know i lied. You need to do a runner.”

“A what?”

“Escape. A prison break. Make it look like you took off. But you’ll have to wear the cloth again. Security cameras will catch you and I can’t be associated with you.” You explained.

“Meet me two blocks away after you turn right. And try not to bleed out and die in an alley.” And with that, he took your advice and ran, well more speedily hobbled. You got out at the same time and pretended not to notice until it was ‘too late’ to catch him. You doubted anyone would check the cameras it was just a precaution.

Then you turned in the cop car keys and grabbed your own before heading to meet with Nightwing.

As promised he was waiting two blocks away and hopped in once you pulled up.

“Where to now?”

“My place.” You spoke calmly.

“What?”

“I’m not exactly a fan of it either.” You sighed. “But it’s the only other place I can think of and you look like a walking corpse so I’m not leaving you alone in Gotham to die.” He just nodded. At this point, he probably didn’t care. He was most likely more concerned with not bleeding to death in a stranger's car. But who knows.

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“Okay. And we’re in.” You said closing the door whilst also practically carrying the vigilante into your home. The almost asleep vigilante at that. He did let out a small sarcastic ‘yay’, however.

“Okay. We’ve got to get you out of that suit and no I didn’t plan on saying that tonight.” You added, which earned you a small, breathy laugh. You’d take it. Any signs of life would be helpful for now.

So you dumped him down on the sofa while you grabbed some spare loose-fitting clothes for once his wounds were done. Plus the obvious medical kit which would be incredibly helpful in this situation.

“Okay. I’ve done my end. You all good?” You asked, exiting your bedroom and back into the main living area of your apartment. Sure enough, he had struggled his way out of the suit and was now bleeding onto your sofa in literally just boxers. “Fuck sakes.” You sighed under your breath. Bigger fish you thought.

“Here’s a shirt and some jogging bottoms but first. Stitches.” You smiled. This was not going to be fun considering the most practice you’d had was sewing in creative art classes when you were 15 but it couldn’t be that hard.

“You know how to do this?” He questioned.

“Yes. Maybe.”

“Yes or maybe?”

“Maybe. Just shush. It can’t be that hard.”

Sterilise the needle. Sterilise the wound. “Sorry.” You warned before cleaning it out. He flinched and balled his fists but nothing much more than that.

Next, sterilise your hands. And then stitch. You thought. It would have to do for now. No one’s perfect. And so you worked. It took a minute of finding the right angle to help you balance your arms and legs without leaning on Nightwing but you got there eventually and within no time one wound was stitched.

And so you moved to the one on his side. It was not pretty. Nightwing was practically out cold by now and the sheet of cloth he was lying on to try and stop the bleeding was saturated enough that the sofa cushions would definitely be dyed red.

But one the other hand at least there wasn’t a dead man on the couch.

“How did this even happen?” You wondered to yourself. Wasn’t his ‘costume’ built to withstand all this?

So you got to work again. Clean needle and wound. And mentally prepare to watch a needle go through his skin again for another eternity.

“What time is it?” Nightwing asked.

“Odd question but it’s- just turning four am.” You answered.

“My fa- my team will be low seeing where i am. I was supposed to meet with them.” He spoke moving to get up.

“I’m sure they’ll still be there in the morning. You should be more concerned with bleeding out.” You reasoned. “And stop moving. I’ve got a needle in your side.” You chastised. He huffed and slumped on the sofa not bothering to argue.

Once he was done being stitched up you put a bandage over his wounds and struggled to put a t-shirt on him and threw a blanket over the unconscious but still somehow masked vigilante. Commitment is key you supposed.

“God. So much for a normal night.” You sighed, walking back to your room. The blood and unconscious vigilante could be a tomorrow you problem.

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bimobuddy · 2 years

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Some Champion (BoTW)

Tickle fic, don't like it, don't read it.

Revali needs help with his grooming and begrudgingly turns to Link for help, only to discover he's a bit more sensitive than he remembered.

There is NO ship, since Link is a minor (17), and Revali an adult, this is strictly platonic and friendly. Maybe even brotherly, if you think about it.

Normally Revali stayed in Rito village, only allowing himself to be groomed and preened by close friends, as most Rito did. But at the moment he was in Hyrule Castle, along with some of the other champions, having a meeting. The princess was kind enough to offer rooms for all the champions to rest over the next few days, since their villages were a long way from the castle.

Revali sat in his room, trying hard to groom his feathers, but it was much more difficult than he thought with only one hand, since he was trying to straighten the feathers on his left arm. After a while, he growled and gave up, letting his attitude get the better of him. "Revali?"

The bird jumped upon hearing the voice. He turned to see Link standing in the doorway. Revali knew the other Champions thought he hated the Hylian by how hard he was on him, but the truth was completely the opposite. He had a soft spot for the knight, but he was the youngest and the smallest, and Revali was scared to see him get hurt. He was hard on him in order to create a wall between them, and also to make him stronger.

"...Revali?" Oh.. Guess he got lost in thought. "What do you want?" He asked, coldly. "You left your door open. I heard you growl and thought maybe you needed help." Link explained.

Help? HIM? Revali? Never! "Maybe I do." He found himself admitting. The comment seemed to shock them both. Link stepped fully into the room, shutting the door. "Would you like some help then?" he asked. After a moment of tense silence, the Rito nodded. "I was trying to groom my feathers, but that's usually a social thing that people do in Rito village. It's hard to do by yourself apparently." Revali said, sitting up straight.

Link walked over to the dresser and grabbed a comb. There was a comb this whole flipping time? Was Revali really that blind? Link sat down next to him, pulling him from his thoughts. "So.. How does this work? I've never helped groom... anyone really." the boy said, looking up at his much taller friend.

Revali glanced down at the comb in Link's hand. Rito usually used their hands, but it wasn't uncommon for them use combs as well. Usually parents used them for children, since they had down feathers, or their feathers were too small and fragile to really grab ahold of. Children were also encouraged to use combs until they got a bit older, since they might accidentally damage the feathers of friends or younger siblings by grabbing or pulling too hard. But Revali decided Link was allowed to use a comb as well, since he not only saw him as a child, but he was new to grooming.

"It's not that hard, really. You just comb it through, going the same direction of the feath- ..Yes, like that." Revali hadn't even finished his sentence when Link just started to run the comb gently down the length of his arm. Link was a quick learner, really. After a minute or two of Revali guiding him and giving him pointers, Link seemed as though he'd been doing this for years.

Everything was going fine for a while. Link had combed down both of his arms, and had just started to go for his side, when Revali suddenly tensed up and flinched away, grunting. The Hylian almost dropped the comb, startled. "Oh- Revali, I'm sorry, did I hurt you? Are you wounded there? I can go get a medi-" "I'm fine. It's nothing, don't worry about it." Revali said. Even he was confused for a moment, until he suddenly remembered something. Oh.

Revali had forgotten something over the years. He was ticklish. He hadn't been tickled since his mother used to play with him as a child. She used to chase him around for grooming time, and he'd always hide, making a game out of it, until she inevitably found him, scooping him up and taking him back home, where she'd comb out his feathers and tickle him. It had been years since then, and be had been so busy that he had even forgotten his own sensitivity. But he couldn't let Link know that.

"You just caught me off guard." ...Look, Revali was very skilled at fighting. Not so much at lying. Link tilted his head like a confused puppy. "...How? I've been combing your feathers for ten minutes now." Revali silently cursed himself. "Uh-.. I mean, y- Hey!" Revali yelped and gently slapped the comb from Link's hand, letting out what sounded like a strangled giggle.

"No way.."

"Link."

"I can't believe it."

"Then don't, there's nothing to believe-"

"Revali, the Rito Champion is-"

"Link, don't-"

"Ticklish?!"

"No!"

Suddenly forgetting to be proper, forgetting that they were warriors, Link jumped at his feathered friend, knocking him over. Revali put up a good fight, but he was weakened when Link buried his fingers into the feathers over his ribs, scritching against the skin underneath. And then the Rito was broken.

"Lihihink! Stahahahap ihihit, this ihis chihihildish!" Revali gave up on fighting, back, and focused more on protecting himself. He brought his arms down, accidentally pinning Link's hands right where they were.

"Hah! Some Champion you are~!" Link teased, laughing right along with his friend. He wiggled his fingers in place, listening as the pitch in Revali's voice actually got higher the more he giggled. And he giggled! It was so bizarre! Link never heard more than a chuckle or a scoff out of Revali. He assumed if Revali ever did laugh, it would be hearty or snobbish, like his personality. He never thought he would giggle like a child.

Link was just about to pull the 'my hands are trapped, you need to raise your arms' trap, when he suddenly felt a swift kick to his stomach, and found himself on the floor.

With how fast Revali sat up to check on him, Link assumed it was an accident, and raised his arms, saying "I'm okay, I'm okay. I've dealt with worse." Which was true. He was a knight.

Revali grabbed Link's hand, acting like he was gonna help the Hylian up. Link went to stand up, but found himself yanked back onto the bed, into the arms of his friend. "Wh- Revali! I thought you were helping me up!" He said, almost giggling as he tried to fight his way out of the hold (which wasn't working).

"Lesson one in battle: Never let your guard down."

"What- We weren't fighting!"

"Lesson two: Never trust your enemy."

And with that, Revali slipped his hand under Link's shirt and let his feathers brush over his belly. Link growled to keep from laughing, and kicked his legs, trying to fight back and get away. "Are you- Are you growling at me?" Revali laughed. He started to claw gently at Link's side, letting the feathers tickle him more than his actual hand. Worked like magic.

Link threw his head back, letting boyish laughter spill from his mouth. He kicked less and just laughed. "R-Rehehehehehe- Stahahahap! Thihihihis isn't fahahahair!" He giggled. Revali rolled his eyes. "Oh but it was fair when you tickled me?" "YEHEHES!" Oh this brat.

Revali pulled his hand from Link's shirt and directed his attention to his pointed ears. He stroked just under his ear with one feathered finger, as Link's loud laughter turned squeaky, and he struggled a lot more. His giggles turned to hiccups and he tried to duck his head away. "R-Rev- -hic- Revahahahali! Nahahat t- -hic- thehehere!"

The Rito champion finally took pity on the poor Hylian and stopped. When hs let go of Link, the boy just let himself flop onto the floor. Revali made an attempt to catch him, but Link was too fast. "A-Ahare you alrihight?" He chuckled. Link just held a thumbs up, still giggly and loopy from the tickling.

Revali felt a fondness for Link bloom in his chest, but one of family. In that moment, he didn't see the Hylian champion, or the Princess' guardian, or a knight. He saw a 17 year old boy who finally let himself relax and have a bit of fun for once. He saw a kid who had gone through more than what most adults went through.

"I see you two finally got along." Came a voice from the doorway. Revali snapped his head up to see Lady Urbosa, smiling at him. She must have heard all the noise. Link sat up, still with a lopsided grin. Of course he wasn't embarrassed, Revali thought, he didn't have a reputation to uphold. He sighed, knowing he couldn't lie to Urbosa. She'd see right through him.

"I guess so, but he started it."

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