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I’ve found that it’s impossible for me to write a series that’s like 20k+ words per chapter. I truly cannot do it. I feel like my brain turns off after 7k
#it makes me feel bad#cuz I feel like people prefer long chapters#but I just !!!#idk my brain doesn’t like sitting on long chapters#I just wanna write until i feel like stopping#jai talks
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bpp lemme be sappy and incoherent for a min…
i saw this tiktok of bts’ solo era so far and i just wanna say that i’m glad that they know army doesn’t expect anything from them but music. GOOD MUSIC. like historically so many idols have gone on to do non music things after their peaks but bts knows that the core of their fandom are music fans. fans of THEIR music especially. bts as a whole prides themselves as being musicians and army prides ourselves as being fans of musicians.
idk. i guess i just wanted to appreciate how diverse this era has been musically and how proud i am of them doing the music they want even if i dont always enjoy it cuz someone else is bound to, yknow? i’m so freaking proud of their output. they’re amazing
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It just tugs on your heartstrings doesn’t it? Even Jin who doesn’t have a full album yet, the song he made with Coldplay in only a few months doesn’t feel rushed or half-assed. It feels like a (sappy) sweet letter (in Chris Martin’s ink) from a friend you’ll be seeing before too long.
From Hoseok producing the beauty that is Jack in the Box; to Joon’s archive of his 20s with some of the best collaborations for a Korean artist in Indigo; to Jimin’s episodic processing of the personal struggles he dealt with during the pandemic in FACE; to Yoongi’s culmination of the AGUST D trilogy in D-DAY; to Taehyung’s expression of the music that most feels like him in Layover; and finally, Jungkook pushing himself out of his comfort zone to make a full album in a language he doesn’t speak, showcasing his skill set of ever-improving vocal ability, in classic pop songs in several genres that he’s selected to showcase his personal taste.
All the boys have done well. The assignment was to serve music, and they’ve all delivered. Some songs are more my taste than others, but I can acknowledge the work they’ve all done and I respect it.
And this isn’t really what you’re talking about Anon, but please let me go on a short tangent here.
I’ve seen chatter here and there about how Jungkook isn’t mature in his interview answers. About how he apparently comes across as a clueless puppet who can’t articulate his views eloquently, but like I said about the discourse around Jimin’s apparent lack of contribution to BTS, or Jin’s apparent lack of skill - sometimes that criticism is warranted, but most of the time people who say things like this frankly have no idea what they’re talking about.
A few of you have sent me asks months back, to give my view on Jungkook the way I’ve done about Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok etc recently. I didn’t answer because I was waiting for Golden. Now that the album’s out, I’m sitting with it and will respond to those asks before too long.
But before that, I want to draw attention to this excerpt from Jungkook’s interview in The Atlantic.
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In my draft reply to the asks wanting me to talk about Jungkook, I start with saying he’s a very simple person. That’s both his charm and the thing that confuses a lot of people about him, because many of us are anything but simple, so when faced with a man like him living the life he’s living, some people respond with suspicion or bewilderment.
Simple motivations, simple words, simple considerations - this is what I’ve observed in JK for the past 10 years. He’s younger than all the members but no less intelligent that the rest of the guys on average. He knows how to communicate what he means, he just usually has a preference to do it simply, and that’s what he did in that paragraph.
I’m excited to see how he’s going to become a global pop star, even bigger than he is now, because he’s certainly got the talent and skill to show real results. I’m proud of all the projects the boys have put out so far.
By their own words, one point of Chapter 2 was to showcase their individual colours, to show the world who makes up a group like BTS, so people could more clearly see what each member brings to the table, while the guys push themselves to learn new things, expand their skillsets, and hone their individual artistry to create a stronger, more nimble group.
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So far so good. It seems to be going according to plan despite everything lol. I’m excited to get Joon’s next work, PJM2, Hobi’s release, Jin’s album, and all the other goodies lined up for us in Chapter 2. It’s been a trip and it’s only going to get wilder.
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I ask this cuz I’m just curious. A chapter of mine has been getting long and I’m wondering how many words people prefer. I know for me personally, I struggle reading longer fics cuz I feel like I have to read through them all at once, but I’m wondering what other people prefer!
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Hello I was just wondering if we could get some more stuff and ideas about the sonadow future museum au (im just going to call it that cuz thats shorter)
heres a quick sketch cuz I really liked the designs👍
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YES YOU CAN AND IL OVE UR STYLE WITH IT???? I love how uncle-chuck-esc Sonic looks it's the exact vibe I wanted him to have 10/10
I'm in the process of writing this au as an actual story but I'm barely a chapter in yet, but I'll give some more snippets about Shadow and a page of sketches! (its a long read im so sorry but thank you for the ask!!)
Shadow goes by 'Oliver' as his fake name, he took it from a book he read once and liked the cover. They use He/They pronouns and identifies as something non-binary, he's not in a rush to label himself (they joke they've enough to label around the museum)
He lived as a vagabond until settling in Rainmeadow Town, and being taken in by the museum's solo-curator Beatrice, who's a field mouse with a physical disability and was unable to fully access the museum after she took it over from the previous owners.
Shadow adored museums as it was one of the only places he could visit freely so he has a soft spot, and Beatrice was so nice to him so he stayed to help restore it and got too attached he ended up settling down there. He was anxious at first, but its been five years and he's comfortable living there now
He lived with Beatrice for two years, before managing to earn enough from odd-jobs to buy out the small apartment above the local B&B
He has a stray cat he's taken in who wanders around town when he's at work. The cat is known to be vicious but is a sweetheart around Shadow, somewhat mimicking Shadows own demeaner
He dresses himself as unassuming as possible, and that sometimes makes himself a target for any outsiders of the village He gets tired out easily, due to them restricting their energy so much, but they can still fight viciously (almost feral after so many years outside of civilisation) for a short amount of time though would prefer to run. Shadow also needs rest throughout the day
Due to his tight inhibitor rings, Shadows red stripes and eyes have all dimed to a dull grey, his blood however remains a harsh green so he has to be diligent to ensure he doesn't injure himself in front of anyone. If he loosened his rings they would rapidly shift back to a red and he would regain energy to use his abilities, but he hides them and is extremely paranoid about his true identity
He likes to read and cook, and has a habit of reading while walking around even in the dark. He cooks meals for his cat and refuses to give them cat food from a can
He's a huge coffee fan, and loves brewing it himself with the manual machines at home (but also will still absolutely eat the beans straight if it's been a long day)
They haven't 'aged' but they've 'grown bigger' through mutation, their spines and fur are longer so they appear more mature even if internally he hasn't changed much.
He's always wanted a motorbike, but couldn't travel with one and can't afford the upkeep
Their glasses are generic reading glasses that he doesn't really need, but he finds it grounding to have them in his vision (he feels hidden behind them)
Rainmeadow is a known queer-safe town, despite it's remoteness, and the museum has a hall they regularly hold events in (Shadow is fond of the rollerskate hang-outs they schedule)
He has frequent panic attacks and extreme anxiety, they're selectively mute and uses sign (I use BSL when I'm drawing it out) and can't be around large groups of people for too long. He lets Beatrice work at the front of the museum and he lurks around in the back, people jokingly call him a 'shadow' often (and he's gotten used to the fear that shoots down his spine at the mention of his name)
No one knows of his origins, though Beatrice knows some of his vagabond experiences and topics that makes him uneasy
Shadow has met Rouge a handful of times. When he was saving money, he was contacted by her due to his experience in the museum. Due to his lack of background information, she assumed he had been involved in criminal activity and needed his knowledge on artefacts and assistance in restoring something. Shadow agreed reluctantly, but despite his uncertainty he enjoyed working on the things she brought and Rouge found his genuine interest in history and lack of concern for her intentions to be good company. Shadow became her main contact for these things (though she rarely needs his help) and the two are on good terms despite not being close
Rouge has worked with Team Sonic on occasion, and never worked with GUN. She's infamous but her identity is unknown to the public, except her name on her calling card. A few of Sonic's gang know what she looks like as eventually after knowing them for so long she doesn't wear the spy gear around them all the time, but felt strangely comfortable around Shadow rather quickly so he's seen her face
#I wrote so much nonsense im sorry this is a long read#it'll read better as an actual fanfic i swear i'll get round to it fdhgfd#shadow the hedgehog#museum au
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Hi I have a question about The Sea-Dragon, The Clubfoot and The Green Queen if that’s cool
I was just wondering. Cuz I think I can kinda see how Alicent interacts with the children and how she feels about them. But I was wondering how Larys does. Like how is he with them? Does he ever try to bond with them? If he does, how does it go? Y’know just general curiosity about what kind of role he fills/plans to fill in their lives and what he feels about it
hi anon
FIRST A THOUSAND APOLOGIES FOR TAKING SO LONG TO RESPOND I feel like the worst but I was hoping to answer this with chapter 6 of The Sea Dragon but it's taking me so long to finish writing it 😭😭
Ok, Larys as a father. At first I think he's not as present because he's afraid that people will get suspicious if they see him a lot with you and the twins. Also because I think at first he feels uncomfortable with babies and is afraid of ruining it so he keeps his distance. BUT after Larys complains about why Harwin spent the night in your room and Sea Dragon angrily responds that Harwin is doing what Larys should be doing, taking care of the children, things change. Larys starts using the secret passage in your room at night to help you put the children to sleep. I don't see him singing to the twins like Sea Dragon or Harwin does but I think he calms and distracts the twins from their tantrums by talking to them.
I think Larys stops feeling uncomfortable around them when he realizes that Alyn gets excited every time he sees him. Just imagine Larys entering the room and little Alyn already raising his arms waiting for his dad to pick him up.
Honestly, Aethan likes Larys but he prefers to be with Sea Dragon or Harwin because they are more affectionate. The child likes to be showered with kisses, tickled and told that they love him often. And Larys doesn't do any of that.
I know baby Jocelyn isn't born yet but I can't stop thinking about Larys teaching and talking to her about different flowers. I also imagine that one day she interrupts his breakfast to ask him to accompany her to the gardens and help her put together a big bouquet with every different flower they find. She talks like it's a great adventure and with eyes as bright as yours, so Larys ends up accepting. Of course, as is natural, the flowers in the bouquet die at some point and Jo can't stop crying because she lost the flowers that her uncle Larys helped her gather, so he wipes her tears and promises her that every time her flowers wither he will will always help her get new ones.
Conclusion: Larys has a present role in the life of his children although at first it is difficult for him.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR WRITING TO ME ANON and again I apologize for taking so long to respond.
I hope you are well and hear from you again 🥰🥰💖💖
#lu speaks#the sea dragon the clubfoot and the green queen#hotd x reader#larys strong x reader#larys strong#larys x reader#thanks for the ask!#ask me anything#anon <3#anon ask#velaryon reader#hotd x y/n#hotd x you#thanks anon!#send anons#send me anons#oc: alyn strong#oc: aethan strong#oc: jocelyn strong#dad larys#starting to push larys agenda as dad#inbox#inbox open#send asks#send me asks
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Hey howdy hey!
I see you are starting to write fics for trigun! I just started watching the newer anime and a bit of the old as well and it’s great! Vash is my favorite! He’s adorable!
I was wondering if you would do headcanons on what he would look for in a partner or s/o? Not body wise cuz I don’t think he would just anyone on that, but maybe personality wise? Would they be bubbly and goofy or dark and mysterious? Can totally be bender neutral for everyone to enjoy! And if you wanna do both New Vash and OG Vash that’s fine too! I’m ok with whichever or both 😊😊
If that’s not something you feel comfortable doing that’s totally fine and I completely understand! Thank you very much and I really enjoy your fics so far! I hope you continue to do more!!
I see your og Vash vs new Vash and raise you the additional Manga Vash.
MaxVash- Manga Vash
AniVash- ogAnime Vash
StamVash- Tristamp Vash
***For those reading in the future, this is written 3 sub episodes into Tristamp. If anything is inaccurate, it's cuz I haven't seen it yet. No one has. I can't wait to get to know him though.
**Technically spoilers for the manga. Not end fight stuff, but like, final wrap up chapter stuff.
What Vash looks for in an s/o
Overall, Kindness has to be the #1 thing in all 3 Vash's books. His s/o must be kind to everything and everyone wherever possible. Children, Elderly, adults, and even animals all deserve the same respect in his eyes. As much as he would prefer them to be a pacifist like himself, as long as you're not like, straight up murdering in front of him (spiders or otherwise), he should be fine. a kill in the past, or previously working as a bounty hunter or assassin etc, is forgiven, "just no more killing okay?"
All 3 have to quintuple check that you're 1,000% okay with living a life where you can never ever settle down. You'll always be on the run, never staying in one place, and unable to make many real friends. You'll essentially only have each other. So many people have turned against these boys, and they want to know you completely understand what this life will be giving you.
General personality isn't necessarily a barrier to him. He can get along with basically anyone. They obviously have to treat him kindly, be respectful, and be able to handle his goofy antics in stride. From playing with the neighborhood kids, to partying at the local bar, they gotta keep up. They don't have to participate, but knowing that that's where Vash spends a lot of his time without being upset about it is important.
They also have to be able to handle the trauma these boys have stuffed in them. Not to be his therapist, but let him cry about the shit in his past, losing his friends, etc and then never bring it up unless he asks.
I think AniVash would enjoy the contrast of someone scruffy, rough, and a little edgy, because they can keep him grounded, and see angles he can't. He's very stubborn, so sometimes someone who can knock him out of his rooted ways of thinking would be relatively healthy for him.
StamVash, however, would prefer someone bubbly and big into self care, because he kind of seems stuck in his own pity party, and needs someone to pull him out. He needs to see the good that he's done where he has so far.
MaxVash would want someone to hold him and unapologetically wants someone to take care of him. By the end of the Manga, He's so tired, even though he can't show it. He's been searching for his brother, he has used up all of his power, and he's at the end of his life. He's been fighting for so long, and even after he's essentially saved the planet, he still has a gigantic bounty in his head.
Bounty hunters and the Space military are still after him for what happened at the end of the manga. Even the Insurance girls- I'm sorry, Reporter girls are after him to get the scoop for their TV series! He just wants to sleep. He's tired of being on the run because he has to, and he wants someone to take care of him now.
In reality though, MaxVash would never really admit to that. He also wants to show you off to his friends. The group of you Him, Milly, Meryl and Livio can just go to a bar, get drunk, and have a good time. Maybe even with Knives joining them, and no one giving two shits about his bounty.
AniVash would want someone to keep him company. His journey is full of a lot more travel, and he seems like he just needs someone to play cards with, chess, and have intellectual conversations with. And, not that you'd be playing therapist by any means, but he wants someone to talk about his time before July. Sort out some thoughts, and have an outside opinion.
StamVash seems like he needs someone who will simply stick by him, no matter what. In the third episode, he didn't even hesitate when he was told to leave. Just picked up his bag that happened to be at his feet in the wreckage and left. I think at this point yes looking for companionship, and someone to actually live in his world with him. Someone who shares his efforts in stopping Knives from taking the plants from humans, and doesn't have to hide anything from.
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I adore all of yours and Az's fics and have been like... foaming at the mouth about Prism since yall first posted it. Only, I haven't read it yet cuz I have a personal rule against reading unfinished fics- I've been burned too many times 😭💔
My question is, do you guys have a timeline or idea for how long you plan to make it? Should I just give in and read it like I've been itching to do since it was posted? 🤔
Either way, thank you for being such amazing authors. Yall never miss 💕
hi there!! thank you so much, you're very sweet.
So! When it comes to Prism, Az and I are very committed to this fic and in finishing it. Having said that, it will take awhile yet for it to be completely finished. With how long it is, I honestly don't think it'll be finished until next spring at the earliest, maybe even next summer as we have around 15 chapters still to write and post, this is a loooong fic.
If you'd really like to read it now but feel unsure, I'd suggest reading the entirety of Part One now (so chapters one to nine on ao3) as it feels like a self-contained fic and could be read by itself, and waiting until Part Two is finished around the end of the year / early next year and then reading that.
Whatever you decide, I hope you love it when you get to read it. I will say it's lovely when readers go on the journey with us and read each chapter when it's posted, it's such a nice boost to see everyone's reactions when a new chapter drops, but it's a completely personal decision and I understand why some people would prefer to wait until a fic is completely finished ❤️❤️❤️
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Some demon Bad stuff while I finish the first chapter of the religion/corruption au fic:
Lots of dresses. Not even for horny reasons it just makes him feel sexy and pretty.
Oh yeah, he/they/it Bbh, btw
Likes having its shoulders exposed for the same reasons as the dresses, but also cuz they love getting scratches, hickeys, bites, collars etc.
They like clothes that barely cover his tits. Barely. and the whole easy access thing
Appearance is generally the same but breasts and other slight changes depend on victim's preference
Bad’s tail being pulled or stroked gets him wet immediately. You could probably get him off just from that. There was one fic (deleted now and I don’t remember who by) where his horns were verryy sensitive as well
Human disguise is barbieboyhalo
Tail fucking. Anything it can do with its hands they'll do with the tail. Especially on themself Bad loves edging or teasing with his tail cuz it's not strong enough or thick enough to be satisfying inside but it's long and the spade creates a unique feeling for sure. You can see the spade stretch its hole but slick leaks out easily around the rest of it
Masochist, loves feeling like a doll or pet and just letting people use them
Sacrilege is HOT. The crucifix brand, "repentance", fucking over an altar, Bad is an absolute slut for that shit and definitely mainly targets religious people (I'm not projecting what)
--Sin Anon
YES I'M SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS AU!!
"...but also cuz they love getting scratches, hickeys, bites, collars etc."
As he should. I mean he looks so pretty with them!
"They like clothes that barely cover his tits. Barely. and the whole easy access thing"
Easy access is important, especially if he's fucking around with priests. They're so busy, they don't have time for too much debauchery, so when they're ready to go you better be too. Or, if they're really starving for it, there's less clothes to get in the way!
"Bad’s tail being pulled or stroked gets him wet immediately. You could probably get him off just from that."
BARK BARK BARK YES PULL HIS TAIL. Etoiles fucking him with Bad's tail wrapped in his fist...using it to pull him back on his dick with every thrust 0///0
"You can see the spade stretch its hole but slick leaks out easily around the rest of it"
Yes, my favorite BBH is a wet and messy BBH. Big fan of this, super big fan.
"Bad is an absolute slut for that shit and definitely mainly targets religious people"
Hey I have a priest kink too man, they're just like me..
#qsmpnsfw#sin anon#PRIEST AU!!! YIPPEE#b@dboyh@lo#eto!les#mentioned hehe#Sin I'm genuinely so excited for this#every time I see you in my inbox it's a treat
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Nine Demons and A Baby
Fandom: Obey Me
Pairing: Diavolo x F!MC
Chapter: 9 Of ?
Summary: Demonus may just bring your dreams to life.
Adult content. Read at your own risk. Not beta read.
"Ya believe him? That he won't go back to Dreka?"
"I don't know!" You answered quickly with your mouth full. "But this seems like he is pretty fuckin' serious about not going to her. The last thing Diavolo ever wants is for his people to suffer." You finished your mouth full. "But, I also don't want to trap him or me in a loveless marriage."
"Fuck it. Be a princess. Use em' till he runs dry for whatever ya want. Call it compensation, call it manipulation, I don't care. Get what ya can from him. It's the least he could do."
"I wish I could think like that..." a sigh leaving your lips.
"Ya won't ever though. You're too bright and shiny for that type of thinkin'" He shrugged. "Good and bad, it happens, plus, it's one of the reasons we love ya." He winked.
"I love you too, Mammoney."
"Of course ya do, what's not ta love? I'm the Great Mammon." His blush betraying his attitude.
"I know Lucifer already served his sentence here with me," You joked, "but could you have him come in next? So he can read this?" You poked at the folder as you continued to eat.
"Most likely ya, he's been hoverin' like a mother hen since the king took most of his duties back. It's left him a lot more free time. Which, while pretty cool," the Avatar of Greed sighed, "it's also been drivin me, Satan and Belphie a bit crazy. Like, we know he means well...but it's been a long ass time since he hovered like he is."
"Well, he loves you guys. He always hated he couldn't be around as much because of what he was doing. He's the oldest, he feels like he has to or he is a failure, we both know his pride won't let him..."
"Yaaaa, we know. It's just weird. He's in such a happy mood, Satan and Belphie sabotaged his coffee all sneaky like....and he just laughed." Mammon shuddered. "I almost prefer gettin strung up to that, ya know?"
"I'm glad he laughed. His blood pressure was probably sky high anyway. I don't need him having a stroke or heart attack. He's gotta be around to see baby royal grow up. You all do." You stressed, looking Mammon dead in the eyes. "So be extra careful with the witches and at the casino, please?" You put on a pouty face, knowing you would win in the end.
"Alright, alright, fine." A deep sigh left him. "I'll cut it back for ya, for the munchkin." He motioned to your belly. "Ya know, pregnant ladies can make bank online."
"Oh hell no, you better not be saying what I think your saying."
"Well, you got Mega Goldie, excuse a man for trying to make some money. Damn." He scoffed playfully. "But for real though, you ever want some extra cash, The Great Mammon knows where ta take ya."
"No." A disappointed look on your face.
"Don't let Lucifer see that look. You'll raise his blood pressure." He sassed as he showed you the text that Lucifer would be with you as soon as possible.
"Ask him to grab me some clothes. I don't think I need the gown. Plus, I want to shower."
"We talkin' sexy shower? Cuz I could give you a rub down." A purr leaving his lips, causing you to laugh and blush. "See, being single ain't so bad. Get a bunch of hot guys hitting on ya. Works for me, we get ta see ya all giggly and blushy." He returned his feet to the bed rails. "Speaking of being blushy, ya gonna let Diavolos dad take you for a ride?" A large teasing smile on his face.
"Mammon!"
"It is a legitimate question and I refuse to take your abuse from askin' it!" He turned his head and put up his nose as a show, only turning to you for a moment as a laugh left him. "Plot twist, prince dumbass ends up havin ta call ya Mommy."
You slapped his ankles as hard as you could, you know it didn't hurt though, he continued to laugh, never moving his feet. "It's like the perfect revenge."
"Oh my God..." you whispered, hands covering your face.
"Ain't no God here, Doll. That dicks upstairs." Mammon pointed upwards. "Imagine Lord Diavolo balls deep and you just start moaning for his dad." The laugh leaving him quickly, racking his body.
"Doubtful, Mammon. I've been told I'm quite skilled when it comes to pleasures of the flesh." Diavolos deep baritone catching you off gaurd.
"It's never a normal conversation with you two, is it?" Lucifer sighed. "Just once, I would like to over hear something tame from the two of you."
"I've also talked with my father. As punishment for putting the future princess, if Mc should accept my offer, through what I have, and as compensation for being able to use all of the kingdoms riches to prove my loyalty, my father is allowed to have no more than fifteen minutes with Mc, if she should so choose." Diavolo took a seat next to your bed. Leaning back in the chair and resting his left ankle on his knee.
You could feel your face light up like a Christmas tree. "You would really be okay with me having sex with your dad?" Voice octaves higher than intended.
"I told you I would do anything. If that is what it takes...then so be it."
All you could do was blink.
"See, I told ya, Mommy-" your hands flying to his face cut him off as you threw yourself over the railings. A set of hands grabbing your hips kept you in the bed. "Mammon. Quite." You instructed.
A big toothy grin on his face, he made the motion of zipping his lips as you were slowly pulled back.
Diavolo's hands lingered on your hips for a few moments, even after you were seated in the bed. "My father seems more taken with Asmodeus. If anyone would be getting called Mommy, it would be him." He sat himself slowly, staring at Mammon.
All the Avatar of Greed could to was nod and give a thumbs up as he looked anywhere but at the prince, remaining quiet.
"I missed the text about clothes. I only noticed after being at your door. I have ask Barbatos to purchase you something appropriate for bed rest, but not a gown, as you've grown tired of the infirmary one." Lucifer informed, tapping Mammons shoulder to switch him seats. The eldest sitting as Mammon pulled up another chair to be next to him.
"Um..." you wrung your hands together, the energy in the room was nerve racking. "I wanted to wait. To open the rest of the bags." You motioned with your head to what sat at the end of your bed. "I hope that's ok." You turned to Diavolo, a dark flush taking over your cheeks and running down your neck. "Since your here now...I was wondering if you would have time to open them with me." You turned your eyes to stare at the wall. Knowing you were going to be used like a flesh light by nine demons and trying to look at Diavolo...you felt like your face was going to melt off.
"I would love nothing more, but perhaps we let Lucifer read and negotiate first. I believe he will appreciate his gift once he needs not worry about paper work.
The bib. Your smile reaching your eyes, you turned to Lucifer. "Read fast."
"I take it you have not opened the box yet?" Diavolo reached out for it, setting it in your lap. "I purchased something different. If it isn't to your liking, or you wish not to sign, then do not worry yourself. If you do wish to sign, but do not like the cut or style, even the color, please let me know. I'll have it changed immediately."
Lucifer picked up the file from the bed and began. Your hands held the box carefully... were you ready to see it? Were you going to be able to sign? Even after..." You still didn't know a lot about Diavolo, other than the bits he had admitted to you. "The week before the wedding... I'd like to spend more time with you. Get to know you better...it's how I'm going to decide what I'm doing."
He nodded his head. "I'll have what little I do have scheduled moved. I will be free the whole week."
"Okay." You nodded as you looked at the box harder.
"If ya use yer hands, it'll probably open faster." Mammon teased.
"I know that, jerk." You stuck your tounge out at him. Taking a deep breath, you opened the box.
It was gorgeous.
"The stone itself is Aerielzite. Only able to be found in the deepest part of the forest, next to the lake. Every few thousand years, a handful of rocks wash up on the lakeshore. Only one or two of them ever have it inside of them. It's exclusive to the Devildom." Diavolo's tone was soft, his eyes overlooking the ring. "The two stones on the sides are no where near as rare, but I believed it would suit you."
The main gem, while clear as glass, held sparkles. Looking at it closely, the sparkles where small, milky white in color, and not sparkles at all. Small flowers. Each one different. The milky white didn't influence the clarity in the slightest. The stones on the side were easy to recognize. Your designated birth stone in the human realm. Your voice was no more than a whisper, slipping past your lips in disbelief. "It's beautiful..."
"I've also enchanted it. The band will fit your finger perfectly. I've been told by the jewelers that finger swelling is common in pregnant women. So no matter what happens, it will always fit and never fall off. So you've naught a worry as to loosing it. I know the thought of such things detoured you from wearing jewelry in the past."
You weren't sure how long you spent gazing at it. Completely unaware of Diavolo watching the wonderment on your face as you found a new flower when shifting the ring in the lights.
"If Mc should want divorced, because the terms are the same as if you should cheat, are you sure you wish to keep the possibility of a death sentence. It does seem a bit over the top, even for you." Lucifer set the folder down on the table beside himself.
"What?" You were drawn from your thoughts as you turned to the prince. "Why would you include that? Especially if I divorce you?!"
"Rudy was the one drawing up the paperwork. It was honestly just easier. I trust that if you were to leave me, I would do something most likely worthy of your ire, so what happens, happens."
"Who the fuck is Rudy? Why would it be easier? Your talking about dying."
Lucifer released a sigh. "Rudy is very knowledgeable about the laws, and the systems. He is just terrible at the navigation of writing said papers. I once waited three hours for something that should have taken thirty minutes, at most."
"It also doesn't help that he is very nice to talk too. Truly a good man. No one has the heart to demote him..." Diavolo sighed as he motioned to the paperwork. "Rudy." He shrugged.
"So basically the human DMV." You nodded. "If your okay with it...I guess I am too. I am curious though...why that date, the two weeks?"
"I'm surprised you are asking. I would have thought the day you entered my realm more memorable." The smile on his face matching the hearty chuckle. "Call me sentimental, but since we've missed the Blood moon, I could think of no better date than the one we first laid eyes upon each other."
It made you blush and turn away from him. "We should do the gifts."
"Satan has already received his." A smile on the princes face.
"I'm not even going to ask how that went." You rummaged through the sack from before and found Lucifer and Mammons. "Diavolo had them made. I think they are pretty neat...and since you'll most likely be around a lot, you can even use them too. But I imagine it'll be more for photo shoots." Your smile was wide as you tossed the corresponding bib to each man.
Mammon slammed it down in his lap, looking away, only to pull it up and look again.
"It's okay if you cry, Mams..."
"I ain't gonna fucking weep like a lil girl over a bib." His voice shaky as he stood to embrace you. "I just got stuff in my eyes, not related at all to this stupid bib that I'm totally gonna take hundreds of photos of the munchkin in."
"Love ya, Mams."
"Love ya too." His voice was quiet, you could feel his tears through the shoulder of your gown, but you wouldn't tease him. Not this time. "Love you too, munchkin." He placed a hand on your tummy. It was weird. He was the first to do so, but it would be something to try and get used too. It was probably gonna happen a lot as you got bigger. Especially when the baby started moving.
You honestly couldn't wait for that day.
Lucifer's smile was soft, gloved hand moving over the fabric lightly. "Barbatos's, let me see it." He held his hand out. Digging around, you found his and handed it to him. A light airy laugh leaving his lips. "You've done excellent."
"I thought so." The prince shrugged. "All though the kicker would be these two." He tossed the one for you and him to Lucifer, another laugh escaping him. Mammon snatched one and softly ran his fingers over it.
"This kid is so damn cute and it ain't even born. Imagine how damn adorable the munchkin is gonna be in this." He held it up to Lucifer, the Bib made for you.
"I imagine he or she will have us all wrapped around their finger quite easily. In these situations, it is best to try and have a strong united front. So the child may have morals and not be spoilt."
"Well, you did good teaching Satan. He's a good man." You smiled confidently.
"Your flattery will get you no where with me, Mc." Lucifer smirked as he handed back Barbatos's bib for baby royal. "I would love to be present when he receives it, if at all possible."
You nodded. Eyes going back to the ring box.
'I am glad you like it. I was worried you may find it gaudy or unappealing."
"I don't know how. It's amazing. Are you sure it shouldn't be put somewhere, like a museum? You said its rare..."
"The flowers inside are never the same pattern, or even the same flowers. Each one is unique. I would rather you wear it than have it set away in a dusty building behind layers of enchanted glass."
"I...thank you." You closed the box carefully and handed it to Diavolo.
"I understand." His face was hard set as he stood.
"No!" You threw yourself up and over the bed rails, grabbing the front of his suit. "It's not rejection. Just...if I do sign, you'll need it for the wedding..." Your gaze holding an uncertain look as you looked up to him.
"If." He whispered. "I believe I've bothered you enough. I can still leave if I've made you uncomfortable." His large hands covering yours as he looked into your eyes.
They were soft, no longer hardset. You could tell he wanted to stay, but would leave if you asked. "You can stay." Your voice was soft. "I still have bags to open...and...we should talk more." You could feel your face heat.
He slowly removed your hands, hold both of yours in one of his and his other hand rested in your hip, guiding you back to a sitting position in the bed. "You should try to be more careful. Barbatos will order higher bed rails if you should fall out." He chided gently, features soft as he continued to look at you. "May I...May I touch you?"
"Ya kinda already are." Mammon mumbled looking anywhere but at the two of you.
"I simply wish to touch your stomach...to talk to our baby, if you would be comfortable." Diavolos cheeks held a soft pink as he slowly released you.
"It's something that happens a lot in the human world. So don't feel bad about asking. Sometimes, random people just go up and touch pregnant women. Like rubbing their baby bump and asking a bunch of questions." You shrugged. "So getting used to it now rather than later won't hurt." You shrugged as you snuggled back into your pillows to lay down.
"If a rando walks up to you 'n' starts touching you and shit, they are gonna find themselves in a fuckin' hole." The second born crossed his arms, sniffing away the last of his tears from earlier.
"I believe Mammon and I think in similar ways." Diavolos warm hand now resting on your stomach. "If a stranger were to approach you and your mother, I am unsure I would be able to be merciful. The only bonus is that you will not have been born yet to see such violence so young." His eyes sliding up to yours. "I hope that you know, no matter the choice you make, I will protect you and our child. Even after they are born. I do not wish my child to endure loss such as I have."
Diavolo's mother. She had died giving birth... "Was it just complications from birth...or did she have a condition or something that would have made the delivery harder on her?" You didn't want to drudge up hurtful memories or information, but it did matter.
"That would be a question for my father. Until the dinner that night, it was the most I ever heard him speak of her around me."
Placing your hand over his, you gave it a small squeeze. "Well, baby royal has lots of people that love them already. As long as they make it, the rest can be dealt with. I don't mean to speak out of bounds..." you paused, unsure if you should continue, "If your mother loved you even a fraction of how much I love baby royal already, she didn't regret having you. I feel like even if she knew the end result, she would have done it anyway. I would." You smiled down to your stomach. "No matter what happens, as long as it safe and loved, I've completed my part. I wouldn't change it for the world. I know she probably wouldn't have either."
"You are correct." A deep voice drawing your eyes to the doorway. Asmodeus and the King entered, leaving the door open. "She loved carrying you." The kings eyes were on Diavolo. "Even if she knew what we know now, she would not change it. She loved you more than I will ever be able to tell you." His voice soft as he approached, taking a seat next to his son. "We will do what we can for Mc. I will do all in my power to ensure she does not meet the same fate, and that my grandchild makes it into this world. You've naught to worry, son. Enjoy the time you have. It passes much quicker than one thinks. Before you know it, you will be talking to your own child as I am speaking to you now."
"Tens of thousands of years of rest will do that." Asmo sighed as he took a seat next to Mammon.
"I am unsure I enjoy your honesty. Though I am unsure if you do not understand your position, or just wish to rile me." The kings eyes moving to Asmodeus.
"Winding you up is easy, I know exactly were I belong. The truth is the truth, even if he has been a little shitbag." Asmodeus crossed his legs, glaring at Diavolo. "The years you neglected are on you, so you should spend the next couple thousand being a good dad and grandfather."
"You truly wish to test me..."
A sexy smirk from the Avatar as he rolled his eyes at the king almost made you laugh outloud. "I have a few ideas on how and what to test, though I don't think they are appropriate to be spoken of now."
"A true Minx...Remind me to show you your place later." A small growl leaving him.
"For real, he's gonna end up calling Asmo Mommy." Mammon averted his gaze.
Dinner time came, it went well...for the first half.
Satan and Diavolo were seated across from each other, instead of you and the prince being across. Satan had progressively upped his flirtation with you...and you weren't sure what to do. It wasn't your forty-eight hours...but you were technically single. The forty-eight more existed for the deal, so that he would forced to understand.
The problem was, while seated at the same table with the man that held your heart, Satan was working on making you a lusty mess just from whispered words and quick touches. You couldn't bring yourself to look Diavolo in the eye. It didn't matter...you were single...but it still felt awkward.
"You aren't very pregnant yet, but you wear it well, Mc. I dare say you're glowing already." The fourth born leaned back in his seat, gently resting his hand on your knee.
"Oh, thank you, Satan." You blushed. He was the first to say it seemed like you were. It was very sweet. "Although I doubt it's gonna be that much of a glow anyway." You tried to deflect. He compliment made you feel nice.
"Do you plan to have another?" Picking up his wine glass, he turned his eyes to yours, the green sparkling more than usual because of the chandeliers in the dining hall.
You set you silverware down and wrung your hands, you didn't even know how to answer that question. You weren't even a month into this pregnancy, and who knew who you would even be with at that time or what would happen...
"If you happen to fancy being pregnant, or having another baby, I can lend assistance." He casually mentioned as he took a sip of his wine, eyes never leaving yours.
You opened your mouth to answer, but no words came. You closed it quickly and looked away, knowing your face was the reddest it had ever been.
You hadn't seen Diavolo grit his teeth and bend his fork. The jealousy in his eyes as Satan told you he could 'assist'. The prince knew full well what he ment. Satan was offering to breed you.
"I...um." you cleared your throat. "I don't know. I might not be up for another, considering all the drama I've already been through with baby royal." You looked down to your hands.
"I know you love being breed. Being called cute nicknames, Kitten." You could feel your heart race as he continued, "Breeding you would be easy. Every soft little gasp, every scream I could pull from you..." His fingers traced up your thigh, pulling your dress up with it. "Wrath works well with breeding. I get to channel all of it into something loving, like you taught me too, instead of destruction." His fingers making small circles on the skin of your thigh.
"A bottle of Demonus." Diavolos hard voice caught your attention.
Satan rested his other arm on the table, holding his chin up with a cheshire grin. "Do you plan to tell us more about Dreka?"
You bit the inside of your lip. Demonus had brought you so close to Dia...it had also taken you miles away from him as well. Maybe this time he wouldn't talk about her...maybe he would.
If he did, it would all be truth he couldn't filter on account of being drunk, like last time. It was hard to believe a drunken Diavolo had helped you create the life inside of you, only for him to be drunk again and shatter you. Would he do the same this time? Perhaps another woman he fancied would come up...
"Or is there perhaps another who you fancy, now that you've reacquainted yourself with her, and found her...diseased?" The smile never left his face.
"Perhaps you check the garden, there may be a stray or two who needs your care." Diavolos eyes never left Satan's.
"I've the only kitten I need right here." His fingers slowly dancing acrossed your exposed skin and moving further up.
Satan was challenging Diavolo...
"If you are interested in beastiality, I could have enough cats delivered to fill your whole home." He smirked as he began to enjoy his Demonus.
"I'm sure you could. I'd kill every kitten in the House of Lamentation just to pet the pussy I want."
You wanted to jump out of your skin. Satan was willing to murder cats for you...not even cats, adorable kittens.
" Maybe the one you seek isn't interested in your cheap cotton sheets and toys." The princes icy words were spoken perfectly politely.
You could feel Satan's hand still, smile still on his features, "I have a feeling this kitty cat wouldn't need such things." His hand moving quickly to cup your clothed cunt, middle finger expertly finding the bundle of nerves, he slowly put pressure on it and began lightly rub.
Your hands gripped the sides of your chair tightly, even biting your lip, you couldn't stop the moan that escaped. Satan's soft touches, being exposed like this in front of everyone to see...even Diavolo... it had made you wetter than you would ever admit outloud.
"See?" A chuckle left Satan as his finger continued to gently rub your clit. "This kitten purs from just the slightest attention. Leaves one to wonder how neglected she was by previous people..."
Your eyes had slipped closed as Satan's finger continued the soft rhythm he had started. You did your best to control your breathing, but you could still hear yourself, small pants filling the silence until a loud sound made your eyes shoot open.
Diavolo had broken the Demonus bottle with his bare hand. Gripped it too tightly in his jealousy as he watched Satan play with you. Your soft pants of pleasure driving him to the edge. "Remove your hand."
"Why would I do what you ask?" The blondes face holding a smug grin. "Especially when my kitten is just starting to pur."
"I wasn't asking." Diavolo's deep growl causing you to buck against the blondes fingers, the sudden anger had made you jump. You hadn't ment to let out an airy moan.
"It really doesn't matter if you were. It's not as if you are her husband." Satan never spared you a glance as his practiced hands slipped your panties aside and found your clit again. The warmth of his fingers on your bare pussy, middle finger dragging slowly against your bundle of nerves was maddening. Satan's words were correct. You were free to do this. To be debauched in front of him by another. If it hurt him, the feelings were his to deal with, just as you had so many times before. "Not even a fiancé, not even a boyfriend." He stressed. "So it really doesn't matter what you say." A deep laugh leaving him. "Are you having a good time, Kitten?" Satan finally looked to you. "You look absolutely enchanting like this." His cheeks were a slight pink, eyes holding so much lust.
You couldn't get the words out. You tried. You really did. Instead your hips talked for you, rolling forward against his finger drawing another moan from your lips as you held his eyes.
Feeling Satan's finger slowly glide down, your eyes slid closed again as you panted. Feeling him at your entrance you shuddered. "Fuck." Your curse a whisper.
Satan looked back to the prince, "Her time has not started yet." He growled throwing the broken Demonus bottle to the floor.
"Correct. That was simply to absolve you of your grief and guilt, and to allow her to feel what it is like to be fucked by someone who holds them first. Kitten never made you any promises, well, not this time around." He tilted his head as he gave a smile. "She was willing to give you her everything. Be your wife. Mc would be loyal to you until the day she passed, or longer if made immortal."
"Satan!" You gasped as his finger entered your slick hole, wet from all of your public teasing and his kind words. Hands grasping his arm, your eyes spotted Diavolo. It was the maddest you had ever seen him.
"I could make her meow any minute." He taunted. "Isn't that right, Kitten?"
"Yes!" You hadn't ment to answer, but your brain was so hazy. So close to cumming, and right in front of Diavolo. A small twisted part of you hoped it hurt. That maybe he would finally understand that others held an interest in you. You were more than just second in others minds.
"You would have done so well at the coupling, Kitten. To think you were so scared. So embarrassed." He teased you. "Now look at you, I've only one finger partially in your tight little cunt and your so close to cumming. Lord Diavolo truly did squander his chance to let the others hear how pretty you sound." Satan's sly smirk as he tilted his head to the prince caused even more agony. He could tell. He could feel the wrath dripping from every pore in the princes skin. He would do nothing, especially with his fingers inside of you. It would put you in harms way. So all he could do was sit and watch, continue to challenge in the losing battle, or flee. Admit defeat to him. "They would have given his virility a standing ovation."
"They still will." His eyes holding nothing but malice for the fourth born.
"Will they? I doubt it. Especially if Mc likes how I breed her during her hours. Or, perhaps I'll take her from her seat and breed her right here in front of you."
Satan's threat sent a whine from your lips as you squirmed under his touch.
"I will stop you." The princes voice was calm, level.
"I don't think you will. It's not your place. Jealousy truly doesn't wear well on you, Lord Diavolo." The blonde tutted as he thrust the rest of his digit into your pussy.
You couldn't help how your body withered under Satan's touch. Even with just a finger you were so close already. You could feel the eyes on you, but it only seemed to make you feel hotter.
"Are you close already, Kitten?" Satan's voice warm in your ear as his tounge slid down your neck. "Do you wish to show Lord Diavolo what he may never see again?"
If you could do more than whimper and moan, you would have answered. You couldn't though. Most of your energy focused on just how close you were to cumming. Spreading your legs wider, your hands moved to your skirt to hold it up.
"Doesn't she look beautiful like this? Blushing and so close to babbling, all from just a finger." He smiled to Leviathan. He had been seated next to you, Satan didn't miss the way his brother stared, or the tent that he was trying so desperately to hide. "Imagine how much she'll cry from the over stimulation of Leviathans cocks." He emphasized the plural. "I wonder if it will be louder than you've ever made her?"
"Satan." Diavolos voice held warning. His fingers gripping the table hard enough to tear the table cloth and scratch the table beneath it.
All the blonde could do was chuckle. "You're so close to transforming from rage." He held Diavolo's eyes. "Perhaps you'll think twice, if allowed the chance." He visibly increased his speed, finger rubbing your walls and finding a spot deep inside of you that almost caused you to scream. "Now cum for me, kitten."
Just like that, the blonde had you shaking in your dinner chair, incoherently babbling as his finger continued to work your walls, always tracing back to the same spot as earlier, drawing you further and further along. A finger tilting your head up as you rode your orgasm, you opened your eyes. Diavolo was staring at you as Satan made you cum. His cheeks pink, yet his face so angry as Satan's free hand held your face up for the Prince to see.
"Such a pretty meow, Mc. I won't stop until you tell me too." The blondes whisper hot in your ear causing you to cum again. The sound of Satan's finger fucking your tight hole while he taunted Dia turned you on to a level you hadn't even know existed.
You weren't sure how long the fourth born had over stimulated you, all you knew was that you finally reached your limit, tears on your cheeks telling Satan you couldn't endure any longer, tapping at his wrists, your words barely made sense to you, but it seemed to be enough for Satan to stop.
You whined as his finger left you. Feeling so empty even after just one digit.
Bringing his cum coated finger to his mouth, Satan made a show of licking it off. A satisfied hum filling his chest as Diavolos look of rage fueled him to take his whole finger in his mouth. "Mc taste sweeter than any I've had the pleasure with, yet you still went to another." He turned in his seat, pulling your panties back over and flipping down your skirt. "You truly are scum, nothing you could offer me in the three realms would ever turn me away from her. If she were to ever go back to you, I'll be here." He couldn't help his smirk. "I'll never push, but if you fail her, I will take your place in an instant. You are replaceable." He held his finger out to Diavolo, your juices long gone, but it still got his point across. "She is not. This is not."
You wished you could understand what was being said, your mind just couldn't comprehend it. The sensation of your panties being moved back caused you to shiver. Dress hitting your thighs doing the same. You only felt wetness. So much wet, and a longing for more as you shook in your chair.
After your faculties returned, you could feel your face heat. That had been so...fucking hot. Between Satan's taunting, the feel of the brothers eyes on you as you were made to cum in front of them. It had been thrilling. Even the look of anger in Diavolo's eyes had made you want more. Maybe now he would see that you weren't to be second to any, except your child. Looking up, suddenly feeling bashful, you noted Diavolo was not at the table any longer.
"He's so fucking bothered even I got a boner. Anyone else just absolutely fucking love that?" Mammon sat back in his chair.
"I call first dibs on Mc!" Levi yelled, quickly covering his mouth as he blushed a deep red.
"Well that fucking sucks, I was gonna call dibs for us." Belphie sighed.
"If just Satan using his fingers pissed 'em off that bad, wait 'til he finds out we are all getting a turn." Mammon laughed.
"It's none of his business unless Mc wishes to share it with him." Lucifer sat holding his wine glass, legs crossed, as with his arms.
"Very true." Barbatos nodded. "I imagine I will have quite the mess to clean later. The young master hasn't been that angry in years. I dare say Satan may have aided you very well, Mc. Not only has he made you cum and given us a taste of what's in store, but he has riled the young master very thoroughly. I dare say it was a success all around."
"Y-you look-k r-really pretty when you c-cum." Leviathan stuttered, hands shooting to cover his mouth as he turned red averting his gaze from you.
All you could do was continue to blush.
Double feature! XD I couldn't help it, the thirst for Satan is real. Also, let me know if I kissed you on the tag list, or have misspelled your name! ❤
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Hey! Kabuto, 7, 9, 15 and 24 for the character ask game!
Eyyyyy my boy <3
Under the cut cuz I'm a rambly bitch
7. What is something the fandom does with the character that you like?
I love all the jokes, drawings, and metas about the times skip, what he, Orochimaru, and Sasukes life might have been like. What we see is already pretty funny. "It must be Sasuke. He's always grumpy when he first wakes up" (chapter 306).
I also really love what I've seen from the fanfic side. Rabbitprint on ao3 especially has some wonderful character study type fics involving him. The beautiful, poetic fics that focus on the tragedy of his arc contrast with the more upbeat stuff that pokes fun at him.
The metas as well. I have to give a special shout out to all the people on tumblr who do character analysis of him. There's a lot to read into, especially since he rarely says what he's thinking exactly. Smarter minds than mine have done long pieces analyzing him, and it's always a treat to see.
All in all, Kabuto fans are passionate, and I love seeing people passionate about their characters!
9. Could I be roommates with him
Yeah, I can't picture us interacting a whole lot, though. Very, he stays where he is I stay where I am. Idk that we'd give each other reason to dislike each other, but I can't see us being friends either. Just, not a lot of shared connection personality or interests wise.
15. Favorite ship
I view him as aroace. None of his ships really appeal to me either.
I think I once threw out Haku when someone asked, like, both survive, post-war au. Idk I still feel like I'd prefer it to be platonic, though. Idk, I prefer platonic all of his ships.
Out of the relationships he has, I personally find his weird psudo-friendship thing with Naruto the most interesting. I wish we got more of it, but that's a fun space for fan exploration so I'm not too bummed out about it.
24. What character from another media does he remind me of?
Unsurprisingly, Chishiya.
Some spoilers for late Alice in Borderlands and Chishiya's arc.
There's bare bones similarities, like both being intelligent medics who are self-centered and betray the main character while the main character trusted them and even viewed them as a bit of an authority. Both survive their stories, not exactly befriending or ever being the main antagonist to the main boy but serving as a dark reflection of him in some ways.
Late in the series, the line that got me to write Chishiya was "it was like I existed to show just how empty a human can be," (chapter 56) which just emotionally wrecked me. The line also feels very Kabuto.
This might be very rambling and I haven't reread Alice in Borderland recently enough to make a real meta on this. I do see a similar sort of crisis in both characters told from very different angles. Chishiya is far more independent for one, but he also doesn't self reflect in the ways Kabuto sometimes does until the end.
#ask game#Feel weird putting this on his tag during Kabuto week#so I will not#idk if there's enough here to warrent it anyway#send me asks about characters!#my thoughts
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4) i LOVEEE how you (and electron road suspect) are the fandoms main proponents of the best joker out ship, poly!jo. in any capacity, i love the complexity of love between multiple people, but i understand how arduous a task this can be, characterizing dynamics perfectly and the like. you succeed every time, and i love love love it.
9) i look forward to every one of your uploads, BUT honestly, i am soooo excited about the new bojan/jan/martin fic youve started. ive always been such a martin girlie, and i find the relationship he has with bojan to be really special. im simple, and i usually prefer fics that are smutty and explicit, but with them i almost prefer more romantic/fluff content if anything. im really surprised people dont write about them more in that regard, tbh. im really excited to see where you take this one!
12) ngl ive reread all your fics at least three times, there's something to like in all of them and i am an addict. the one ive tended towards revisiting the most though is "the edge of us," more specifically chapter two. WHEN I TELL YOU, some of the hottest shit ive read in this fandom. period. kris's revenge and bojan's desperation, dear lord i am truly a sinner the way i replay their mirror sex in my head during class on particularly boring days. i think smut can be really difficult to write, and im very picky about my preferences and the way a lot of authors choose to portray that. you, however, have definitely got it down and i love you for it.
Ahhh thank you so much this made my day! 🥰🥺
4) The best ship you've written for
I also love @electron-road-suspect work! It's funny because I actually didn't really set out to write poly!jo specifically, it just sort of naturally evolved in Distortion. I'm really enjoying it now and it's become a key part of the story in a bigger way than I anticipated. It's also been lovely to get people's feedback because it's a nuanced and complex thing to navigate and I didn't want it to feel like I just forced it, so I was a bit nervous about it! So thank you!! ❤️
9) A fic i'm excited for you updating/posting
I also think Bomartin is such a gorgeous ship, and I absolutely feel you because I also see them in a softer more romantic way, or even as a deep platonic/brotherly thing (I say as I write them fucking haha) the way they act together with such incredibly casual and affectionate intimacy is just 🥰🥺😍 honestly the Bomartin/Bo(Jan) thing is very very loose in the sense that I just kinda started writing cuz I felt like doing something with it, but it doesn't feel very well planned or cohesive and I don't really know where its going. But I think I might have a second chapter ready soon enough!
12) A fic of yours that i've re-read
Omg this is such a compliment that you've reread my stuff so much, wow!! I'm honoured that you have and that it's stuck with you! Haha I put off that scene for so long cuz I wasn't feeling very inspired or enthusiastic about it but I liked writing it in the end, even if I think I rushed it a little. So I'm super glad you like it so much!! And it's always so nice to hear people say my smut is hot hehe 👀
#These have made me really happy#It's so interesting so see people's thoughts and what stood out to them in my work#I find it so interesting!#Ask game
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2. a character whose POV you’re currently exploring
3. how you feel about your current WIP
5. first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP
7. your preferred writing fonts
10. what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?
9. start to finish, how long did it take you to write the last fic you posted?
13. a fandom you’re thinking about writing for
19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic
20. in what year did you publish your first fic?
26. are you able to write with other people around?
30. share a fic you’re especially proud of
23. pick three keywords that describe your writing
17. talk about your writing and editing process
16. favorite place to write
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Jaz my beloved, hello!
2. a character whose POV you’re currently exploring
I normally write from an "omniscient" view point, so I don't really use like "character povs"
3. how you feel about your current WIP
Currently I'm working on my rewrite and I forgot how much I loved working on it. We are on ep. 27 though, which means we're getting to the mental hospital scene soon so that'll be fun. But I forgot how much fun it is to write it as well as liveblog/rewatch. God I love this stupid drama so damn much
5. first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP
The only unpublished wip I have rn has a lot of dialogue and not so much paragraphs...but this is the closest "paragraph" I could find
“You’re right, I’m not” he agreed, just as Chen Yuzhi tripped over a rock and fell, causing him to cry out in pain before he rolled over to see the wolf coming straight towards him, its teeth barred.
7. your preferred writing fonts
For headcanons, Times New Roman, size 12, for actual fic writing Helvetica size 11
9. start to finish, how long did it take you to write the last fic you posted?
Hmm...last fic I posted (not updated cuz updated was 恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer) was Second Chances. That fic, from start to finish...took me about...maybe 3-5 days?
10. what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?
Hmmm...good question. Maybe a few days...but it's very rare, unless a fic is fighting with me too much. I mainly work on the draft until it's done and then I post it (but I of course go over it one more time before I actually post, just to make sure I didn't misspell or forgot a word or something)
13. a fandom you’re thinking about writing for
Currently really only writing for CSI: Miami (trying to finish my multi-chapter fic, we're almost done), Killer and Healer, and S.C.I. I do have one more fic to post for White Cat Legend but other than that...I'm not really planning on writing for any new fandoms
16. favorite place to write
Either in my armchair by the window or in my bed. I can control the noise at home, so it makes it easy, and I don't have to worry about people trying to read my laptop screen
17. talk about your writing and editing process
Oof...there's not much to talk about. I get the idea, let it ruminate in my head, kind of start seeing scenes play out in my head/in dreams and then I just sort of...write. I've stopped trying to outline stuff because that just seems to fuck with my flow, so we don't do that anymore. But anyways, I just write until I'm content/I've told the story I want to tell, I'll bring up the "post a new work" page on ao3, type out all the necessary information, past the fic into the box, then copy and paste it into my notes app (cuz sometimes the formating from copying it from word to ao3 fucks up my indents) and then do a quick re-read/edit if I miss stuff and then I post. The only time I'll ever send a fic to someone (aka @ahhhnorealnamesallowed) is when I need a second pair of eyes/I'm sick of the fic but other than that...that's kinda how my process works
19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic
Oh, if you've read my fics you know that I research a lot of stuff for anything regarding my case fics, but I think the most interesting one is for my fic Violence Is Never the Answer...Except When It Is where I researched step by step instructions on how to clean a katana. There's never a dull moment in my fics, I promise you that, but that one was probably really interesting...and really in-depth
20. in what year did you publish your first fic?
Lord...like 2012? It was a fic that I wrote for a Kakavege fanart that I saw on Deviantart. I loved it and then messaged the artist if I could write a fic for it. They said yes and even linked it to their art. My deviantart account has since been deleted but that was definitely my first like true fanfic
23. pick three keywords that describe your writing
I have no idea how to describe my writing...other than maybe out there, fantastical, exciting?
Idk Jaz, how would you describe my writing?
26. are you able to write with other people around?
Oh yeah, as long as they don't ask what I'm working on nor do they look at my laptop
30. share a fic you’re especially proud of
Now...we all know that I'm very proud of 恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer (and really, I should be) but I'm also really proud of For All Eternity because I flipped what I normally would do for Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi when writing xianxias/wuxias (I made Jiang Yuelou the immortal this time while Chen Yuzhi is the demon instead of the other way around) and yet I STILL kept them true to their personalities. So...yeah. I'm really happy with that fic and I hope more people read it because it's good (it's also inspired by Chinese Paladin 4 which was Mao's latest drama and my god was he gorgeous in that drama. He was also my favorite character but no one is surprised by this at all)
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HEY BROOO, HOW'S LIFE? how are you and your girlfriend doing?? :33
I'm in need of advice for something and you seem like the perfect person to ask. I really want to get back into writing fanfiction, but I don't have a lot of skills or time and only have decent motivation at best😭😭 I wrote a Slashers fanfiction (platonic) back in 2022 (that's now unfinished, there's only one chapter left to write) on Wattpad and it gained some attention and I don't feel like it was the best... that's pretty where my writing career ended😞😞
Soooo, the point is, what advice would you give to a beginner writer? It can be about anything, like motivation, time, improvement of skills, not mischaracterizing characters etc. I hope I'm not bothering you with this and you don't have to reply!! 😄😄
also, one reason that I have for wanting to get back into it is because there's a severe lack of gender neutral and especially male reader and I want to help at least a little bit with making more fics with that type of reader and because I'm in a decent amount of fandoms (20+) I wanna write for
bye bye and remember to drink water!! :D
OMG HIII ilysm like I love all my homies BLSUEHS PLATONICALLY!!!1!1 TBH.. I’m gonna tell you HOW I got into writing and how I just got better at it as I continued on!!!
FIRST, I just got moots. My first one was Krash (guys go follow him NOW.) I didn’t really write anything as first and I just kinda floated around tumblr UNTILL Krash gave me my first post to write!!!!!
He kinda helped me get my writing journey started! My first write wasn’t as best, but the more I wrote the more I got better! I make my writing so detailed because I get detailed requests.
And tbh I relate to the motivation you have.. cuz me too dude!! I just don’t like to rush myself or be rushed. But sometimes I just push through and it isn’t always the best since my writing gets sloppy.. but I don’t like to take too long and keep the person who requested waiting so long!
BUTT my motivation gets the best at night, when I’m watching something or just laying down. I just enjoy being in a quiet environment.
AND YESSS THE LACK FOR GN AND MALE READER IS SOOO REALLLL!! It would be awesome to write about that, but you can have multiple options and write about fem male and gn!!
But I just like to make my writing detailed because I find it more enjoyable!! It’s best if you get like detailed requests to help with that! I can always be your first request hehehehwhehahaw laughs
So always take your time, don’t make anyone rush you because you don’t owe anything to anyone when it comes to your writing! The more time you take, the more your writing will look at its best!!!
For motivation, whenever you’re feeling like you want to write its best GET UP and write before that motivation runs away from you.
Mischaracterizing is like, sorta hard to avoid since everyone has their own preferences on the characters they love. They all got their own headcanons and allat, AND YK THATS OKAY! That’s how I write Jason Todd and I haven’t been criticized for mischaracterizing yet!!
The way I improved is by reading other peoples works and I’m just like “wow, I want to write like that!” And I just like, try to copy the way they word words and how they write!!!
And this might sound corny, but I honestly improved my writing by listening to music that matches the scenarios, like angst, romance, platonic. That just helps me for some reason..
SIGH THATS ALL THE ADVICE I GOT RN. IF U WANT MORE HELP U CAN ALWAYS ASK ME IN DMS!!!
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I'm very much in denial about "Dear, Hello..." ending, but I wanted to ask what your favorite part was? Also, was there any part that turned out better than you expected? Also, what's your headcanon for Corina's and Sarah's future? Also, sorry, it's likely I won't watch the original movie, given that I'm sure I've read the best iteration of this story, but how many creative liberties did you have to take to adapt the story both to the characters and to a written format? (I absolutely love the story, so I'm fiending for more conversation on it! lol!)
AHHH OMG DONT GET ME STARTED (PROCEEDS TO GET STARTED) !!!!!! THANKS SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK
LONG YAP INCOMING
Favourite part: UGHH IDK!!! I really love the kiss scene in the hot tub because it’s just so intimate and it was something I looked forward to a lot because it’s also one of my favourite scenes in the movie! I had all these plans and was super duper excited to finally let Cait and Vi just love (or “not hate” 🤭) each other finally. It was just so sweet and so lovely with the elements of them finally crossing the lines they’ve been so desperate to cross like with Cait’s super sensitive neck that was mentioned during the contract writing and with Vi’s obsession with having someone’s hand in her hair and JUST ALL THE KISSING!!! I headcanon that Vi and Cait are super into kissing, I can’t even lie, and that it’s just a connection they’re so desperate for. Though, I’m not super confident in how the chapter turned out as a whole 🤔. The final reading of Cait’s second letter to Vi is also just so !!!!! Another thing I was SUPER excited for. I also love chapter 17 where they just hang out and banter and pine at the ice cream place and the outdoor movie and stuff. I really love the lacrosse chapters (15-16) too because of how much develops during them and how CUTE CAIT AND VI ARE in Caitlyn’s bedroom, especially with Cait falling asleep. OH AND AND AND THE GALA AND HALLOWEEN!!!! THOSE FACE KISSES????? THE JAYCE AND VI INTERACTION??? THE CONTRACT AND THE JERICHO’S RESTAURANT SCENE??? OMG THERES JUST SO MUCH, especially with Caitlyn and Vi’s dynamic throughout the whole fic! I love every bit and piece, especially all the additions of Vi’s relationships with lacrosse, her family and her friends and same for Caitlyn’s relationships with Kai’Sa (LOVE HER!!!), her parents and Jayce and Corina and even Sarah. I just love the whole fic I can’t lie, I can’t believe I actually pulled it off 😭. The overall development of the reluctant partners fake dating to all the resurfaced pining from years ago just kinda gets me! Their love for each other just never went away!
Better than expected: … the whole fic I think???? I really did not expect this fic to hit so hard for myself or others! What I REALLY didn’t expect was how much I was gonna love Kai’Sa’s character because, during planning, I just needed someone to fill the friend spot for Cait and Kai’Sa Void (COOLEST NAME EVER) just started to really stick!!! She’s so fun and balances Caitlyn so well. Plus, having an aro character will always be peak to me. PLUS PLUS, silly Vi thinking Kai’Sa has feelings for Cait and that Caitlyn might reciprocate them??? Please 😭. Also, Vi’s friend group! I also really needed those spaces filled and they also made as fun additions. I’m always super worried about making OCs for fics cuz I don’t want them to pull people out from the fic or something, so I prefer to find league characters to add but I also know NOTHING about league and sometimes (most times) it just doesn’t work out. It did this time tho! The little bits of politics that I got to write were fun too, especially with how it made Caitlyn view her mother.
Headcanons for Corina: she doesn’t change very much, inherits her family’s factories and continues to be a problem. She’ll eventually get bored of being the “friendliest” bully of all time, though, and move on to just being a generally awful person with a good mask. Might even start working with Silco and the chembarons 😧. Her parents def have a tie with them already.
Headcanons for Sarah: SHE GROWS!!!! She works through her insecurities and learns about what she truly wants for herself. She faces her neglectful parents, takes a gap year and decides to study to be a teacher or something. She stops comparing herself and wishing and wishing and wishing to be someone else and instead learns to be someone better. She probably moves away too to start anew.
Creative liberties: I honestly took A TON. Especially since the role Vi’s filling (Peter: the love interest) didn’t have much focus in the movie or even the books, and if there was some, it was kinda lacklustre. We never got his POV and he regressed a lot imo. I aged them up from junior year to senior year after debating if I wanted it all to take place in Uni cuz writing young CaitVi is foreign to me lol. I swapped the family dynamics in the movie. The character Caitlyn’s in place for (Lara Jean: main character) was the one with the bigger, complicated family and a lost parent and Peter was the one with an absent parent and a smaller family. I almost made Vi be Lara Jean and write the letters lol! My notes for this fic are crazy, I might post them one day. The character Corina’s in place for (Josh: Lara Jean’s ex (?) childhood best friend and Lara Jean’s older sister’s (who Jayce plays) ex boyfriend) was NOT as mean as Corina and eventually reconciled with Lara Jean. He was the one that convinced Lara Jean to find Peter and tell him how she really felt. Caitlyn needed different character development tho lmao. Parental reconciliation is iffy in the original series for Peter; again with the lack of focus (and overall characterization in the second and third books/movies) on him. I strongly dislike the third book and am very indifferent to the movie so I kinda block it out. Obvi, in the original series, Lara Jean is straight, so I mixed it up for Caitlyn. Instead of a guy that Lara Jean used to like telling her that he’s gay and Peter kinda laughing at Lara Jean when he finds out, a girl Cait used to like tells her she’s aro and Vi instead laughs at Caitlyn for writing a letter to Jayce considering her… situation, lmao. There’s some more little things like Sarah’s characterization that kinda followed but kinda didn’t the character she was in place for. It’s only a 90 minute movie and I really didn’t want Sarah to just be some bad guy. Even Corina was simply brought up with a desperation for control. It was kind of a vague template of love letters and pining and character development and family/friend dynamics that I morphed them into to make it all work and I think I did it pretty well 🤗. The written format wasn’t hard to adjust to since the movies are based off of books and I even own the books to kinda use as a guide (although I didn’t use them much at all lmao). The chapters of the books are pretty short and, again, don’t have Peter’s POV, so there was def a lot of change.
#There’s probably so much more I’m gonna regret not adding to this post but I just can’t fit how much I really love this fic and this movie#In one post!#If you have any more questions I’m super willing to answer them LMAO maybe some more headcanons or something idk#Also that compliment ???? Thank you so much! I genuinely assumed most people that would read my fic were already fans of the og movie#caitvi#Slay writes#Slay on the run#Slay asks#Also I kinda love the title I came up with! So fun and on theme 🤞🏾#OKAY IM PROBABLY NOT DONE BUT THERES ONLY SO MUCH YOU CAN READ#thanks anony-wony 💋#piltover’s finest#violyn#vi x caitlyn#slay?
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Bittersweet Cravings
Warning: this fic contains possesion, alot of killing, oh also some saucy moments
Sauce Warning - Sauceless
Chapter 4: Beneath You
Flakes sat on the desk in the trophy room still in disbelief about the situation they were in. They looked up seeing Jack sitting on his chair with a smug grin as he looked down at them. They would be furious right now if it werent for the fact they still in shock.
"S-so what?! Im now like some sort of property to you?!" They managed to finally speak up.
"Well i wouldn't say property but more as my living trophy! It's not often you see a shapeshifter!" He placed his palm under his chin still observing them, amused by their reactions and expressions as he usually saw the quiet and calm side of Flakes.
"Yeah cuz most of us are dead! While half of us still alive ones are hiding away from any civilization! Of course we're not oftenly seen!" They yelled only to receive a chuckle.
"And yet here's one right in front of me! Say can you tell me if all shapeshifters are this small? Or is it just you?" He teased and received a glare.
He was like a child who had just gotten a toy they had wanted for a long time. He was excited, amused and fascinated in this moment.
"C-can you please take this seriously for a second?! Why capture me? Why didn't you kill me like every other shapeshifters faith? How did you even find out i was a shapeshifter in the fist place-" They were cut off rudely by Jack pressing their lips together to shut them up.
He seem agitated but somehow still had a smile on his face.
"You talk too much for someone who's under my control..." He chuckled before letting go. "But I'm in a good mood so ill answer your questions! It's the least i can do after capturing you! Now first of all i didn't kill you because i would prefer you alive, just the mere sight of you makes people's skin crawl and i love that scare factor you give on others. Not only that but your shape-shifting abilities would be some use to me, sure i have a lot of men under my control but their power is ehhh... its not the best! But you on the other hand? Ohoho you're a killing machine!"
"Please don't call me that..." Flakes cringed a bit.
"And about me finding out you were a shapeshifter? Well it wasn't hard to find out! I had a book about all sorts of magical entities and after studying about your kind it was only a matter of observing you closely! Also you were pretty gullible and clumsy enough to believe all the things i say to get your little ewrs twitching!" He grinned.
Flakes pouted and touched their ears in embarrassment.
"Stupid ears..." They muttered.
"Oh also crystal ball! It was easy to track you down with it once i found you suspicious!" He held the ball proudly in his hands that showed an image of Flakes in the moment.
Flakes covered their body immediately after hearing this, feeling an immediate lack of privacy as their face went red in embarrassment.
"I think i saw you shapeshift at least 3 or 4 times this week? Also you have a lot of splotch marks on your furless skin!" He quietly laughed watching their facial expression of horror as they felt violated.
He's seen them nude?! They thought in panic and shock.
"I-im sorry- I- You stalked me?!" They barked.
"Well of course! How else was i supposed to be extra sure you were a shapeshifter?" He snickered as he got up to set the crystal ball away on his bookshelf of other magical items.
Flakes was fully enraged as they let out a growl and tried to pounce towards him to scratch him on his face only for him to move out the way quickly, making them slam face first onto the shelves instead.
"O-owww!!!" They whimpered holding onto their nose as they fell to the floor in pain, checking if their nose was broken or bleeding after the impact. Only for their arm to be grabbed harshly and pulled towards Jack's face in an intimidating matter.
"Well someone's being a bit feisty now huh?" He gripped tighter making Flakes let out a inhuman cry in pain. "I'd break your arm or throw you against the wall right now... but as i said i need you alive and whole..."
With that he lets go, dropping them to the floor. Flakes scooched away, trembling in fear and pain as they rubbed their arm in agony. Jack's eyes looked at the pained expression on their face before looking at their collar that seemed to shake a bit making him sigh and bend down to pick them up genty and set them on his chair for them to be comfortable. He caressed their cheek while a look disgust formed on his face as he did so.
"I didn't hurt you too much did i?" His voice was soft and gentle...
Flakes looked at him and frowned, they could see right through him, his lies and his acts... but despite everything they were still were an idiot in love... letting him pretend just to feel something.
"Im fine... you didn't break my bones, don't worry..." They responded with a sigh.
"Good... i wouldn't want to break you so quickly..." He checked their arm for a quick second for any bruises or damages before pulling away and opening his drawer to dig through and look for something.
"What are you doing now?" They asked anxiously.
" About your claws... since you tried to scratch me..." He glared at them for a while before looking back in the drawer.
Flakes looked at them worried and held their own hands and poked at their own nails.
"W-what about them?" They frowned.
"Well i don't want you getting any other ideas again..." He pulled out a pair of nail clippers and put his hand out, asking for their hand.
Flakes frowned more as they looked at his hand. They've always loved their claws and made sure to maintain them but now they were being taken away.
"B-but-" They wanted to complain but was cut off once again.
"You tried to scratch me didn't you? This is your punishment... maybe in time when they grow back I'll let you keep them... But as of now i need them off..." He looked at them sternly.
Flakes paused but nodded in sadness as they hesitantly placed their hand on his. Jack smiled and gently pressed his thumb on their knuckles and massaged them as if trying to soothe them while he started to trim down their once sharp nails. However it wasn't helping much as they watched their nails get clipped one by one they couldn't help but let out whines and whimpers as a few tears brimmed out their eyes. It felt like their dignity was being taken away. Jack noticed and let out an annoyed sigh so he wiped their tears off with his stained thumb.
"Shhhh it's okay. They'll grow back anyways okay? What do i have to do to rid of this negativity you feel right now?" He was forced to do something to make them feel better or else their capture would be all for nothing... he didn't admit it but he did keep the man's words in mind.
Flakes seemed upset still and didn't know how to respond so Jack groaned as he decided to think of something by himself. So he cups their cheeks and pets them in hopes that would soothe them even just a bit. It seemed to have work cause they finally stopped whimpering and started cooing in his hold, their ears twitching happily in his touch. Jack couldn't help but look away in disgust as he continued petting them.
"T-that feels nice..." They cooed softly.
"Yeah yeah you better be enjoying it you lil freak..." He then finally let's go and dusts his hands on his suit. "Feel better?"
"Uh... yeah i guess..." Flakes blushed, a bit surprised from the petting as they touched their own cheeks.
"Good. Now that you seem calm we can finally talk about what's next for you!" He held them by the scruff to make them sit on his desk so he could go back to his seat.
"W-what? What do you mean?" They asked genuinely confused.
"Patience! Let me talk for a minute here! You already did alot of talking in the past few minutes!" He growled a bit but continued. "Now you're gonna live with me for now on!" He was cut off making him pout in annoyance.
"What?! Why?!" They got their lips pressed shut again by his fingers.
"Cmon can't you be quiet for a second here and let me finish?!" He yelled making Flakes finally go quiet as he lets go of their lips. "Thank you! Ugh! Now as i was saying! You're living with me for now on so no other hunter decides to hunt you down! Since a part of your true form is exposed you could become an easy target for them! Since aparently your species is that terrifying to the point that everyone wants to kill you!" He laughed a bit in disbelief. "I personally don't see why!"
Flakes raised their hand wanting to ask a question which Jack rolled his eyes to.
"What now?" He groaned
"Why not just let me use my human form completely?" They asked straight forward not wanting to agitate Jack any more.
"Well i done want people thinking i just have some low life human next to me! I want them to know i have a rare powerful magical beast! Its bragging rights! And even if you kept your human form I'm pretty sure you already exposed your identity to the rest of the bakers out there!" He chuckled as Flakes frowned as if the realization just dawned on them. "Now i also don't feel like having to look through my crystal ball all the time just to see what you're up to! So to make it easier for me you'll be living with me! And don't worry about your stuff i already got my other servants to go get them for me!"
Once again Flakes raised their hand.
"You can talk now! Im done!" He groaned once more as he rubbed the brdige of his nose.
"Okay so uh- I'm not gonna ask about the whole sending your servants to get my stuff bizz since you already explained about the creepy stalking me thing. S-so i just got one question and that's... what makes you think I'll even stay with you at your place?!" They glared at him waiting for a response.
"Well you don't really have a choice! Unless you want to choke yourself with your collar be my guest!" He chuckled.
"Fuck..." Is all they could say.
"Also you clearly like the idea of staying with me anyways since your ears are twitching." He grinned wide.
"DAMN EARS!!!"
To Be Continue
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Chapter 6: Do You Want to Hear a Secret?
“We’re back!” I yelled in the house. I started putting stuff away in the kitchen. Mando and Grogu walked in behind me, setting another bag on the table. “Thanks for carrying that in. And thanks for being such a little angel!” I looked at Grogu smiling.
“Sure.” Mando said as he walked outside to mom.
“About time!” Mom yelled! “What took you so long?”
“Crowded today.” Mando said, looking back at me as I walked outside.
“Don’t worry. We got everything you wanted.” Giving her a half hug.
“Good. Cuz, I want to try to make a proper meal tonight!” I looked at her in disbelief. I don’t know if she has ever made a “proper” meal. I mean, we always had food and were taken care of, but very minimal. Cooking was no one’s strong suit in the family.
“You don’t need to do anything extra, mom.”
“No, I want to. This is the first time in a long time I’ve had a full house of people that weren’t trying to cheat me out of something!” I shrugged and walked over to the ship and started installing some panels that were laying there. Grogu climbed over to me and put his arms up to pick him up. I squatted down and held him as he fell asleep in my arms.
“Should I just put him in his little cot?”
“Yeah, he should be out for a few hours.” Mando answered as he was working on the other side of the ship. I walked inside and laid him down gently. Looking down at him, I just got this sweet, warm feeling that he was having a beautiful dream, like running somewhere in a field. I sighed. To be that innocent and oblivious again. Slowly I walked out and cracked the door. I walked back outside.
“You’re really good with him.” Mando said looking up at me.
“Thanks. I don’t know why. Kids usually hate me because I’m too blunt or I just say the wrong things.” I scooted under a panel to tighten it up again. I popped that one on finally, reaching for another one. He hands it to me. “Thanks.” After getting that one attached, I stepped back to look at my work. This might not be too bad of a ship after all, depending on what he really wants it for. “So, what’s the cargo?”
He doesn’t reply but starts walking inside the ship with a handful of parts. He puts them down on a shelf inside and grabs a few tools. I follow him inside with more tools and a light. “Well????”
“I’d prefer not to say.” He kept working. I started to install a few switches next to him. “Where did you learn to fight like that?” I looked over at him and grinned.
“I’d prefer not to say.” I said in a my deep Mando voice. He stopped working, looked over at me, and stared. “What? You can answer like that but when I do it, it’s being rude?” Shrugging my shoulders and continued to work.
“I could just walk in and tell Peli what you did, you know.” He flatly said. You wouldn’t, I thought. I stared right back at him and crossed my arms over my chest.
“You wouldn’t.” He shrugged his shoulders and continued to stare. I shook my head looking down. “Alright, my dad taught me how to fight. He was a street bouncer and did fights on the side for extra credits. Mom hated it, but I loved to go and watch him when I was little, like 9 or so.” I stopped and was just thinking how excited I was when he fought. “Then I watched a female Prollian fight my dad and beat him!!!! She was awesome and I remember I wanted to be just like her. That’s when dad taught me how to fight.” I went back to work, and he kept staring at me like he was waiting for more.
After a few seconds, he went back to working as well. “So, your dad had you fighting?”
I looked up at him quickly. “It wasn’t like that! I wanted to. And it paid well! I love the rush I get when you square off with someone.” Silence set in for a few seconds. “He never made me fight, he taught me how and taught me how to protect myself.”
“When was the last time you saw him?”
“I was 17 or so, so about 15 years ago.”
“Did you keep fighting after he left?”
“Yes. Mom hated it but that’s how I made money.” I kept working, looking down. “Anyway, I moved out a few years after that on my own. I wanted to work for the Ceria Militia, but I couldn’t pass the written tests. So, I became a guard for a few wealthy individuals there. It paid well and they took care of me, but it was so boring!” I shook my head.
“Sometimes jobs are boring, but you do them because you have to.”
“I know, but I did that for about 2 years and couldn’t do it anymore. I sent mom most of the money I saved up and she bought that bay and garage. She always needed more space.” I paused for a few minutes while we kept working. “A man named Vartmu asked me if I wanted to do more and offered me a job. It wasn’t anything glamorous like my previous job, but it was a lot more fun.”
“You mean dangerous,” he looked over at me.
“Potato, Potatoe. Besides, I got to travel more and meet interesting people and go to different places. I basically just collected information for him. I didn’t ask why, just who and got what I needed. Sometimes I needed to use force, but most of the time, the people just wanted to be done with all this and told me what I needed to without the use of force. I have a way with people to subtly give me information I needed, or whatever I needed. It’s always been something I was good at. So, add that to my fighting skills, Vartmu loved me. Then, it got a little too crazy, even for me, so I left and came back here to help mom.”
I couldn’t believe I just told him all that, whether he wanted to hear that or not, I couldn’t decide, since he never said much anyway. But he was a great listener! And it did feel good to get that out. “When I came back, I just told mom that there wasn’t much work out there and wanted to come back and help her out for a while. She never minded.”
“No, she seems to really enjoy your company. It’s good to have family to go home to.” He sat down and turned to me. Looking around the ship slowly, he started nodding, “This ship has great potential.”
“That’s what I was thinking earlier, well, I guess depending on the ‘cargo’ you need to transport.” I stood up and walked over to the pilot’s seat and sat down. Facing the front shield, I put my hands on the controls and smiled. This thing is going to be so much fun flying. I slowly touched the knobs and buttons. Mando came over and sat in the other pilot’s seat. “Can you fly something like this with one person, or do you need two people to fly it?”
“One person can fly it with a good manual controls system or a good control droid. Two would be better though.”
“Do you have someone back home you’ll ask to help you with your shipments?”
“No,” he said gently touching the surfaces of the side controls. “It’s just Grogu and I and he’s too young to fly.”
“Something tells me that when he’s ready, he’ll be a great pilot.”
“Agreed.”
“Where are you two? Ship’s not gonna build itself here!” yelled mom from outside. I sighed, stood up and started walking out. I looked back at the Mandalorian who just sat there, staring through the front shield. I walked away, leaving him to his thoughts. He seems to have a lot of those.
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