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523rdrebel · 9 months

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Chapter 1 -

Summary: AU/Canon Divergent - Set after the rescue of Crosshair, Omega, and Tech from the clutches of Dr. Hemlock. The Batch settles down on Pabu and are, for the moment, able to hide from the Empire. Crosshair, with much grumbling, is convinced to see one of the local doctors to monitor his recovery. Unfortunately for Crosshair, Dr. Isabella Ramót is a ray of sunshine and a breath of fresh air - and totally capable of handling his harsh, rough demeanor.

Rating: T, SFW

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Crosshair had scowled and huffed but his brothers had insisted that he allow the local medic to take a look at him and monitor his recovery. He was not blind, he could see the dramatic thinness his body had taken, feel the atrophied muscles that once held such strength and discipline. Stopping for frequent rests when he had to walk anywhere more than twenty feet, which left him sweating, clammy, his breathing labored. Then there were the scars, both mental and physical, from his internment and torture at the hands of the Empire. But Crosshair wasn’t ready to open that particular can of worms, preferring instead to force it deep, deep, down.

Crosshair sighed, rolled his eyes, and schooled his face into his most sinister scowl as he stepped over the threshold into the modest medical office. His critical eye scanned the room- it was neat and organized, though obviously well used, and he was surprised to see the warm touches of flowers and paintings on display instead of the harsh white, dark grays, and bright lights he’d come to associate with medical facilities.

A woman with wavy copper hair, currently worn in two tight buns on either side of her head, leaned against the counter across the room, seemingly occupied by some holo-flimsy files. She was wearing a long sleeve black shirt and golden yellow wide-legged pants.

Crosshair stood, or rather hovered, awkwardly in the entrance debating if he should run away before she notices him.

She glances up and locks eyes with him, recognition shining across her face, "Ah, Crosshair!” She pushes off from the counter and approaches him quickly, “I’m Isabella, but my friends call me Izzy." She smiles brightly, hands extended for a handshake, which he ignores. The woman, unfazed, holds both hands up in a disarming motion. It made Crosshair’s lip curl in disgust.

He scoffs, eyes making a denigrating scan of her form, "I'm not your friend." His voice is a low, dangerous rumble.

"Yet." Isabella lifts her chin up answering with a challenging smirk. He simply glares in response, but she takes his sharp attitude in stride. She shrugs, the smirk remaining, "Well, then don't call me Izzy.” She motions for him to follow her over to the medical bed and pats it softly. He rolls his eyes but sits down regardless. Let's get this over with. She nods and regards him with a teasing glance, “Isabella is fine."

Another derisive snort, "I don’t think so... Bells." His voice is dripping with condescension, an angry venom spit at her face in defiance. Crosshair’s mocking smile falters ever so slightly as he takes in her reaction.

Her eyes twinkle and a little laugh escapes her perfect mouth, “Oh! Bells is so much better than Izzy.” She smiles brightly and begins her checks, gently grabbing his chin to direct his face then moving her handheld scanner slowly while he grumbles.

His mumble is nearly unintelligible, his already intense scowl becoming somehow more intense, “Bells is a stupid name…” Ugh, why is she kriffing smiling about it.

Bells is quick and efficient with her checks, observing his vitals, determining the level of atrophy his muscles had succumbed to, and marking down any points of concern. Her hands are gentle but firm, he watches as her face changes from that insufferably bright expression to focused and confident professionalism. He finds himself relaxing to her touch and soothed by her soft commands- then before he knows it she’s finished.

“Alright, Crosshair… I’m not going to insult your intelligence by telling you what you already know. So instead, I’ll lead with the solutions.” She holds out a datapad and nods at him to take it. “As you can see, I have developed a meal and physical therapy plan that, presuming you follow it, should help you to get back to your former strength and capabilities.”

His eyes roam over the plan with disgusted disinterest, he scoffs, “And if I don’t.”

Her eyes darken slightly, “At best you take significantly longer to recover and I annoy you for an extended amount of time,” She flashes him her most obnoxious smile, “at worst, your condition worsens and you could potentially lose functionality.”

“How about a Bacta tank then?”

She gestures widely, displaying the modest facility, “Aside from the fact that I don’t exactly have access to that amount of medical grade bacta, let alone access to the bacta tank itself?” Her lips quirk up in an amused smirk and she shakes her head, “Unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way. Bacta is effective for many kinds of fresh wounds and injuries, but it cannot regrow or retrain muscles. You’ll just have to do that the hard way.”

“Wonderful.”

She gestures to the datapad, “-May I continue?”

“Fine.” Crosshair grinds the word with his teeth, and fixes his glare back down at the datapad.

“Follow the meal plan and stay committed to the physical exercises, check-ups every three days for now,-"

“I didn’t take you for a sadist, Bells.” The sardonic comment slips out of its own volition, his glare widens only slightly.

“-Only when the situation calls for it.” Her response is lightning quick and her eyes sparkle but she moves on just as quickly. “Do not mistake me, Crosshair, I take my job very seriously. You are my patient, which means your recovery is my job.” She punctuates her point by pointing her finger towards him, “I assure you, I am not afraid to pester you and annoy you into following my highly informed medical recommendations.” Her face is effectively smug, “If you insist on being a problem, well– I do love a challenge.”

He couldn't resist the stubborn smirk that tugged at his lips. I’d like to see that, the thought struck him unbidden. How irritating.

“I’ve started you off with light activity to help you rebuild your body’s strength and stamina.”

Still shocked that he’d allowed her to see him break so quickly, he simply growls in response, his scowl intensifying further.

She continues, if she noticed his reaction she made no indication, “I expect you to work those physical exercises and stretches into your day, but don’t overwork yourself. Pushing yourself too hard could cause further, more permanent damage. I’ll monitor your progress-”

“Why?” His voice is low and flat.

“-I’m sorry?”

“Why– do you care?”

“You are my patient, first of all. But you are also a person who’s been put through a lot of pain and trauma. I care because you deserve to have a chance at a life that is free of those things.”

“You think you can fix me then? You think you can make it all better?” His face is scrunched and red and snarls through his words, “Then you’re naive and childish. Stop playing games–”

But Isabella is not unfamiliar with hurts that strike and lash out, so she steels her soft heart with practiced patience. She leans back against her work desk, crossing her arms over her chest, “Ah-Do you believe that I shouldn’t care then?”

Crosshair rolls his eyes and spits out venom with his words, “Why waste your time?”

Isabella shrugs, her voice taking on a slight firmness, “I will do whatever I want with my time, waste it or not.” He scoffs and looks away but she leans forward and reaches out one hand and hovers over his which clutches the bed in a deathly grip. She hesitates, waiting to see if he will pull away. He doesn’t but his scowl darkens and she instead places her hand beside his, a little space between. “Believe it or not, Crosshair. Some people do actually help people simply to–Help.”Her words are earnest, causing Crosshair’s stomach to churn painfully.

He laughs snidely, “Shame… As a Doctor, I would’ve thought you were smarter than that.”

She startles and piques him further by laughing, “Insults won’t work on me.” She places a hand under her chin, thinking, “But I might be willing to accept bribes in the form of caf, candies, or pastries.”

Crosshair is not used to being so quickly and effectively put off balance by someone. He stares back at her in silence, brow furrowed in displeasure for letting this woman affect him. Isabella gathers a few items and hands him a small bag. “What is that?’

“Just a few things to help you out. Herbal teas, an ointment for sore muscles, and some medicinal items to help with sleep.” She sighs and rolls her eyes, “Just take it.”

He does, though reluctantly. Isabella stands back up straight and claps her hands lightly, “Alright, Crosshair, you’re free to go. I will follow up with you in three days.” She gives him a soft little wave as he leaves the medical office.He walks slowly back to the lodging that has been provided to him, his mind burdened with memories of his weakness. No wonder the Empire broke you and threw you away, all it takes is a pretty smile and you lose your nerve. His dark mood is perpetuated by further evidence of his body’s loss of strength when has to take frequent breaks, leaning against the nearest building and taking slow, deep breaths. By the time he’s made it back inside his temporary lodging, he is sweating, shaking, and breathing heavily. Kriff.

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moon-fics · 5 months

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Another Universe- Peter Parker

A/n: Ugh I miss writing pure angst! Anyway, Lime Light will be pushed back a bit!! I want to write two more of these based on Tom and PS5 Spider-man but idk! This one is based off of Andrew's Peter but you can imagine anyone.

Summary: You've always loved Peter Parker, from the moment you met to the day you die. Maybe in another universe it isn't so tragic.

Warning: swears, angst, no happy ending, mentions of death and blood

You stare out the window as the rain falls, a small candle battling the cold glass for room. New York has always been gloomy during the fall season and you can't help but enjoy it just a bit. When the sun is blocked by the clouds and the air is cold, that's something you'll never get tired of.

As your eyes follow a raindrop on the window, the front door opens. You're quick to get up from the bay window, listening as the sounds of footsteps get closer. You act before you see him, you know those footsteps. The bright red and blue are blurry in your vision as you throw your arms around him.

"How's my bug doing?" You ask with a hum. He smells of rain and cinnamon, a combination you never thought you'd love so dearly. He's still wet from the rain and you know he's going scold you for getting yourself soaked as well.

"Oh, the usual," He laughs, gently pulling you off him. There's a dark stain on your shirt from where the water absorbed and a few droplets on your shoulders from his hair. "May invited us over for dinner," He informs you, planting a kiss on your cheek.

"Oh, do you think she'll make meatloaf?" You ask excitedly, watching as he removes his suit and lets it drop to the floor. You'll pick it up in a second, but right now you're focused on him. He's unharmed which is a miracle that you welcome gratefully.

Peter grimaces at the thought, "I hope not, I'll have to lie all night about how great it is," His expression returns to a smile, knowing that he'd willingly do it anyway. "Maybe in another universe she's a top chef known for her meatloaf," He jokes, throwing his head back at his own idea. You, however, enjoy May's cooking. Besides the occasional date night, she's the only home-cooked meal you get.

"It's not that bad, you only got sick twice last time," You tease, following him to the bedroom. Your apartment is small but pleasing to look at thanks to your touch. Peter originally wanted to paint the walls tan but you convinced him a nice light blue would be better.

"Let me wash up and we'll head to her place," He kisses you softly, letting his lips linger for just a second. "Maybe you could join me?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

You've already taken a shower today and you'd only need to change your shirt to be ready. "Maybe in another universe," You tease, pressing your pointer finger against his forehead to push him away. With a grin, you turn around and head to the candle to blow it out

It's freezing cold and you're sure you can't feel your fingers anymore. You stare up at the sky, tracing the dark clouds with your eyes. Snowflakes slowly fall down on your face, kissing the ground around you.

You can't help but think about the warning about yellow snow, but no one mentions crimson snow. Probably because the chances of you coming across an alarming amount is small, at least you hope it is.

"Y/n?" A voice calls out, but it's muffled by the wind. You can't move an inch of your body, not even to see who is screaming. You swallow the dryness in your throat in hopes it'll dampen, but it remains parched. "Y/n, you have to look at me," The voice pleads.

A masked figure pops into view, hovering over your face. The red mask is a dead giveaway and your lips curl up. Your breath is visible in the cold air but it's small and labored.

"Hey, bug," You cough out, liquid filling your mouth. It's metallic and hot, definitely not saliva. "Sorry, I can't make Christmas tonight," You laugh, trying to make light of your situation. As you keep your eyes on the mask your vision slowly blurs, right as the mask is removed. Peter's hands cup your face, his warmth giving you comfort.

"No, you'll make it. We'll just postpone it," He assures you with a shaky voice. He doesn't even sound sure of himself and that's how you know this won't end well. Peter Parker will once again lose to fate.

You take a breath that lets out a whistle sound, blinking away tears. "I'll have to ask May to make her meatloaf just to torment you," Your voice is barely audible and you're glad Peter has super hearing. He lets out a weak laugh, his hands positioning your head onto his lap.

There are sirens that are growing louder but you know it'll be too late. By now you're surrounded in blood-soaked snow and your body won't be able to recover. "Hey, Pete," You try to speak but it sounds like there's mucous in your throat, like you're dying.

"Do you think that in another universe Spider-Man always wins?" The question remains in the crisp air for some time. It echoes in your heart that is slowing down and leaps into your throat which now has barbed wire around it.

"I'm sure of it," He nods finally, tears freely falling down his cheeks. They land on your skin and blossom through your veins. As the world slowly blurs into darkness you can only imagine a universe where May is a famous chef and Peter is happy.

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rottenpumpkin13 · 9 months

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This Time I'll Call

⏤ Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children

⏤ AU, Angst with a happy ending, Cloud Strife/Genesis Rhapsodos, grief, feelings of guilt, major character death but the characters are already dead.

⏤ WC: 1620

⏤ Genesis’s coping method these days include a phone number that no longer exists.

⏤ My writing is extremely wonky in this because I’m getting over yet another wave of writer’s block, but I cried to Yellow by Coldplay while thinking of this and now you get to feel my pain too :,)

The shutter of the camera echoed faintly across the vacant parking lot. It flashed, capturing the moment in color, but never in its full glory. It’s what Genesis found the most annoying about photography.

Photos never did beautiful scenery justice, and certainly not the infamous, golden sunset over Midgar’s ruins.

The sunlight would streak through broken glass and make the red dirt glow. Every dust particle became glitter, the piles of metal and rock were painted orange and yellow, and the decrepit buildings would soak up life in each sun ray, giving them the illusion of their prior glory, when Midgar was still a bustling metropolis.

Genesis lowered the camera, then unslung the strap from around his neck. Angeal would always have them pose in the scenery after he’d taken the picture.

He said he liked to capture both the place and the people he was with, who were almost always Genesis and Sephiroth.

He’d always bark orders at them, telling one to sling his arm over the other, or nagging Sephiroth to smile. Cracking a joke always worked. Sephiroth would always laugh at Angeal’s jokes.

Sephiroth’s laugh was comically deep, a phenomenon that never failed to make Genesis himself laugh. Soon enough the two would be laughing and Angeal would snap the photo.

Genesis laughed quietly at the memory, then stuffed the camera in his open bag.

It was a rooftop parking lot in one of the few skyscrapers that still stood. The hollow chill of the mid-autumn air magnified every sound tenfold, making the wind that whistled through cracks in the concrete sound like ghostly screams.

Genesis slung his legs over the barrier, sitting right on the edge of the drop. Then he reached across and pulled the bag closer to him. He fished around until he found his phone.

Genesis wasn’t delusional, don’t get him wrong. He knew dialing a dead man’s number was nothing but metaphorically picking at a wound.

But it wasn’t like it was a daily bout of mania. It was only once every few months, a tradition of sorts.

Each key he pressed emitted a small beep as he dialed the number. It went as it always did. He’d press the phone to his ear, his heart nearly tearing a hole through his chest, then wait for the electronic voice.

“We're sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service.”

“Hey ‘Geal, it’s Genesis!” He forced the words out no matter how much his voice trembled. “Guess where I am right now? Midgar. Well, what’s left of it at least.” In a low tone, he added: “You can thank Seph for that.”

Genesis fixed his eyes on the ruins below. The breeze raked through his hair before he ran his own hand through it. “So…It was my birthday last week. Thirty-four. That’s a big age.”

He rolled his eyes. “Remember when Director Lazard turned thirty-four and refused to let us throw him an office party, but we did so anyway? Yeah, now I know how he felt.”

Genesis crossed his legs. “Can you believe the little shits threw me a party? Behind my back too. I walked into the bar and was met with a giant banner that read Gen’s 34th. Ugh. I would’ve left immediately if the kids didn’t look so happy.”

He paused, then huffed. “Marlene ate so much cake she got that crazed cat look in her eyes, you know, the one Seph used to get when he ate too much sugar?”

Genesis coughed, trying to hide his laughter. “And Cid—Captain Highwind, you’ve heard of him—he kept egging Tifa on, saying she couldn’t handle her liquor until she caved and beat him in a drinking competition.”

This time he did laugh, heartily as the memory replayed in his mind’s eye.

“She claimed she was only a little tipsy, but couldn’t mix one drink for the rest of the night. I took over, of course. I missed playing bartender. I still help out there some nights when the bar’s too packed, not that I have much time for that anymore.”

Genesis leaned over and braced his head in his hand. “The WRO and Reeve keep me pretty busy…Something I’d never thought I’d say. Oh! And I’m a writer now! An officially published author!”

He couldn’t keep himself from giggling childishly. He was alone after all, with not one Barret Wallace to tease him for his laugh in sight. “It’s a part of a project the WRO’s working on. I’m under a pseudonym, of course, and instead waxing poetic about LOVELESS themes, I’m writing about The Cetra.”

He smirked, tracing the cracks in the concrete with his free hand. “Can you believe I did it all? SOLDIER, wanted war criminal, presumed dead man and now I’m a writer. At least that’s how Yuffie phrases it.”

Genesis sat up straight, then shielded his eyes from the sunlight. “Speaking of Yuffie and LOVELESS, they’re making a new blockbuster action franchise based on LOVELESS. I watched the first movie last week with Cloud, Yuffie, and Vincent. I think I’m starting to grow on her. She can finally stand to be in the same room as me instead of attempting to kill me.”

He sighed. “She has guts. Reminds me of myself at that age.” There was a pause before he added: “Firaga skills included, by the way…She nearly set Cid’s head on fire when he dared her to light his cigarette with materia.”

He stretched, stifling a yawn. “And then there’s Cloud.”

Genesis felt his heartstrings tighten at the thought of him. His lips subconsciously stretched into a smile.

“We’re doing well, taking it slowly…If him sleeping in my apartment during weekends is slow.” He shook his head. “I like him. A lot. And he likes me too, which is…Something I never thought I’d have the privilege of saying.”

The sun dipped more into the horizon with each passing minute. “Angeal…Have you ever felt guilty? And I mean truly guilty? Because I do all the time. Cloud says it’s me developing a conscience after, quote, years of being an asshole.”

He swallowed hard. “I don’t know. Sometimes I feel seriously undeserving of the things I have, of the job I have after deserting SOLDIER, the friends I’ve made after I lead you….”

The phone nearly slipped from his weakened hand, but Genesis pressed it harder to his ear. He felt the sharp pierce to his nose, the pain that preceded the tears. He bit his lip harshly enough to taste the metallic pang of blood on his tongue.

“After I lead you to your death.”

The phone rang. Genesis paled, eyes shooting open as he jerked his hand away. The smidgen of hope that pricked his nerves became a childish reflex once he saw the name.

Cloud flashed across the screen, right above the picture Genesis had taken of him in Kalm a few months ago, the one where he’s smiling while holding a Chocobo chick.

He wiped away the stray tear from his cheek, then cleared his throat.

“Hi—”

“Are you still in Midgar?” Cloud’s voice sounded from over the phone before Genesis could greet him.

Genesis sighed, then felt his body deflate as his shoulders dropped. “I am, why?” He scoffed in a mocking tone. “Miss me?”

He could practically feel Cloud roll his eyes from the other end.

“Full of yourself much?”

Genesis shrugged. “Not fuller than you, dearest.”

“Gen!” Cloud sputtered, no doubt blushing while Genesis laughed uncontrollably. He groaned. “Look, if we’re late again, Tifa’s gonna freak. I’m coming to pick you up.”

Genesis slipped from the barrier, standing up. “No need. As much as I love—”

“Genesis if you say ‘riding you’ I’m hanging up.”

“Riding with you!” Genesis corrected him with a smirk. “I need to stretch my wings a bit more. Besides, it’s quicker.”

“You sure? I don’t like letting you fly at night.”

Genesis smiled, leaning on the barrier. “You worry too much, Strife.”

“Because you’re a hazard to yourself and others, Rhapsodos.”

Genesis scoffed. “I’ll be there in a bit. I need to get started on that dumbapple pie, anyway, or else Marlene will have my head. I promised I’d bake her one weeks ago.”

“Alright,” Cloud said. “Call me if you change your mind. And stop flying if you get a wing cramp on the way, got it?”

“Fine, fine,” Genesis waved his hand dismissively. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

Once they had said their goodbyes, Genesis pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it. A trembling sigh reverberated through his chest. Then, he put the phone up to his ear again.

“I have to go now, ‘Geal.” Genesis pressed his lips together as if it would stop the words from spilling out. “I miss you, old friend. I miss you more than the richest words could express.” He sighed. “Say hi to the puppy for me. And tell him Cloud sends his love.”

He gathered up his things, then slung the bag over his shoulder. “While you’re at it, give Sephiroth a good kick in the shins for me, will you?” Genesis smiled, but he didn’t notice it. “And tell him I miss him too. Terribly.”

Genesis inched the phone away from his face, paused, and then put it to his ear again. “Before I go, it should come as no surprise to you but…”

He sighed, letting his shoulders deflate as the weighted emotions rolled off of them.

“Three friends go into battle. One is captured. One flies away. The one that is left….”

As Genesis began to walk away, he looked at the sunset one last time.

“Lives to tell the tale.”

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noisyquokka · 3 months

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Could I request a blurb with kevin from the boyz where we get stuck at home during a snowstorm but then eventually have to go back to work/school, the regular grind ig? Fluffy and cute stuff plz ^-^

The Place To Be

PAIRING - Kevin x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS - Spending three days in the house can easily bring on cabin fever. Well, except when Kevin's around... It's even harder to get back on schedule when he's actively doing his best to keep you near.

WORDCOUNT - 1.9k

WARNINGS - Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, sarcastic comments/insults incoming (It's just that kinda relationship), just two (2) dorks doing cute shit together and being cute together, Kevin being a menace

A/N - So it's not a blurb (I'm basically incapable of writing anything under 1k words) but I hope you enjoy it all the same!💛 Edit: I'd like to formally apologize for thinking I posted this like 3 weeks ago when it, in fact, sat in the drafts 🤡 send me to the pit of flames, y'all!

"Good God, how many shades of the same yellow does one paint kit need!?" Kevin shakes his head, squeezing the tiny tube of Cadmium onto the palette. He's sitting beside you, working on a paint-by-number piece that he'd bought months ago. What better time to crack it open than today? You turn your head to the canvas, taking in his progress.

"Those are not the same shade, Kev." You point to the few yellows you assume he's referring to, along with the one he'd just added to his palette. "That's a light yellow compared to this one. This is more of a lemon." You reach for two others; Golden and Saffron. "And these are two different shades, babe."

"Golden, Lemon, Banana Cream, Pineapple, Pear. I don't see a difference!"

"And you call yourself an artist... pfft." It's a mumble that's loud enough for him to hear, one that earns you the bump of his knee into yours under the table. You chuckle in response, bringing your palm to rest under your chin.

His eyes rove over the canvas, and you can see the cogs turning in your boyfriend's head as he figures out how to twist this paint-by-number into his own little masterpiece. The box was labeled Cottage in the Mountains but you knew Kevin. He'd add his own little touch to the canvas in the end.

"I know I'm hot, but quit staring, babe!"

"Oh, so hot that the snow is still falling." you pipe up, sarcasm thick in your tone. Kevin places a hand on his chest dramatically, rubbing at his pec as if you've wounded him. He leans into you, pressing a kiss to your hairline before he diverts his attention back to the tubes of paint.

"Felt that one deep in my chest, at least five years off my life." He presses another kiss to your nose, finding the smirk on your lips when he pulls away. "You trying to kill me off early?"

"Ugh, you got me. I'm actually an assassin." You reach for one of the painting knives on the table, running your fingers over the blade like a villain in a movie. "Unfortunate that I have to break it to you when we're stuck in this house together, snowed in... no one to come looking for you..."

"Well, when you say it like that." he trails, taking the knife from you. He's so unbothered, too used to this back and forth that you two have conjured as your love language. The corners of your lips curl up in a grin, and you bring your hand up to cradle his jaw, pressing your lips against his cheek in a quick kiss.

"You are the only thing saving me from this hell. So thank you for staying with me." you say. Kevin chuckles, dipping his brush into the dollop of Cadmium.

"We live together, you know."

"Well yeah, but you could've chosen to paint in the office or something."

"But I didn't." The paintbrush moves over the canvas with sparse flicks of a wrist, the man's attention taken up by the careful strokes of his workspace. Your smile hadn't faded by much, but watching him work brightened it like morning glories.

"No, you didn't." you murmur. You get up from your seat, carding your fingers through his hair before leaving a kiss on top of his head.

It's a simple thing, really; with below-zero wind chills and a snow band that wouldn't let up, you two were stuck inside. The whole town had shuttered with the storm, putting the safety of the citizens above all else, which in turn, canceled any non-essential traveling. With the snow falling at a pretty good clip, plows couldn't clear the streets fast enough. Living in a cold climate long enough had humbled you, and you easily knew when it wasn't worth going out. It also taught you how to make a mean chicken and veggie soup. Speaking of...

The paintbrush halts its movement over the canvas, brown eyes sliding back to where you disappear into the kitchen. His stomach rumbles, those familiar scents of seared chicken and simmered vegetables distracting him from his work. Kevin finishes the bit of paint off before cleaning off his used brushes, standing from the dining table and padding after you.

"Need any help?" He smiles, watching the moment your head turns to find his form standing in the doorway. You wave him over, stirring the soup in the Dutch oven. Long arms find their respective place around your torso, pulling you slightly away from the stovetop flame.

"You're like a dog," you mutter, setting the ladle down on the counter. You turn to face him, his fingers sweeping your midriff with the action, leading him backward until his hip meets the island. "always sneaking into the kitchen, nosing around for scraps."

"Does that mean I get whatever my heart desires?" He leans against the marble, dipping his head down till his forehead bumps yours.

"Depends." you reply with a sly grin, hands sliding over the fabric of his hoodie. "What exactly are you looking for?"

Your question is met with a cheeky smile and a raised brow, strong hands slipping around your waist.

"Nothing too demanding, just you and me cuddling on the couch after we eat?" The corner of his mouth quirks up, and he cocks his head to the side. "And a taste of that soup?"

You twist away from his grasp, bringing your attention back to the stove. The soup simmers on medium heat, steam rising above the broth as you stir the menagerie in the pot. You hum to yourself, feign thinking it over. Kevin's arms catch you as you instinctively lean back into his chest, fingers trailing over your side. After a moment, the ladle is placed on the counter again, and you reach to the left to wretch the drawer open for a spoon. It's all the answer Kevin needs.

“Nothing too demanding?” you finally ask, a teasing lilt in your voice. The remark is too easy to pass up cracking jokes, and it earns you a breathy laugh as your boyfriend rests his chin on your shoulder.

"Maybe later, if you're feeling up to it." He matches your humorous teasing easily, following it with a kiss on your shoulder. You bite back a smile, taking the spoon to the pot with a careful hand, a sample taste that you blow on before turning to your boyfriend. You keep your free hand under the spoon as he takes a sip from the utensil, licking his lips just like a dog.

"Perfect!" he replies, eyes soft as he glances down at you. Fingers glide up the wrist that's holding the spoon, stealing it easily to go back for seconds.

"Biased!" you counter, reaching for the spice rack.

"For you? Always," Kevin admits, taking another sample from the pot. "But your comfort food always tastes the best."

"I'm not sure if that's an insult or a compliment to my cooking skills."

"Both." The word falls off his tongue quickly, and you scoff.

"Don't go eating it all, there's still ten minutes left on the timer!" You swat his hand away from the pot, stealing the spoon back with a half-hearted glare.

"Is that your way of telling me patience is a virtue?" he questions, taking you back into his grip. He catches the sidelong glance you spare - the shoulder that you shove back into him in retaliation - and he grins.

"That's exactly what I'm saying." You take from the few spices you've used in the soup already, adding a little more into the pot. Kevin intently watches you work, a looming heat over your shoulder that warms you more than the flame in front of you. He doesn't let go of you when you finally back away from the stove, opting to pull you with him until he's once again leaning against the counter and you're pressed against his chest. With seven minutes left on the timer, you let your attention drift to the man clinging to your waist.

Large hands sweep up your back and pull you closer, brown eyes locked with yours for a brief moment. Patience practiced, his gaze briefly drops to your lips and then he’s leaning in, a gentle brush of his against yours that has you instinctually wrapping your arms around his neck. The warmth of his breath makes the hairs on your neck stand like electricity coursing through your veins. You nuzzle your nose playfully against his, earning yourself a lazy grin.

The space between you dwindles to nothing once he captures your lips in a kiss. It's soft and sweet, a simple little thing that has a smile pulling at your lips, and suddenly the kitchen is the coziest place to be. Kevin's ears twitch at the sound of your laughter, heard in between liplocks and small pecks.

The best sound he's ever heard.

It's when you lean into him and curl your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck that he pulls away, pressing his forehead into yours. Just in time for the timer to go off.

It's like this for the three days that you're stuck at home; a simple routine that you quickly grow accustomed to as the hours drag on. While you don't mind sticking it out with your boyfriend, you're not against the idea of racing out into the yard to bury yourself under the several feet of snow that has fallen. Kevin makes it bearable when he's got you wrapped up on the couch or in bed, nothing more than the sound of your collective breathing and tangled legs under blankets.

It only becomes a problem when the snow has ceased and snow removal has wrapped up.

"Kevin, baby, I have to get up!"

You're still in bed, imprisoned in your boyfriend's embrace while you watch the minutes quickly deplete for you to get ready for your shift. Kevin whines into your neck, his arms tightening when you try to pry them off.

"Don't you have sick days left?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Take a sick day." he pleads, eyes closed as he snuggles into you.

"You know I can't do that."

Cue the grumbling like a perturbed feline being chased from the bathroom sink. You can't help but laugh at the response, trying once again to escape the man's clutches. He only tightens his grip again.

"Kev, come on, now," you whisper, turning your head towards your boyfriend. "We've been stuck in the house for three days."

"Take a sick day," he repeats, mumbling the words against your neck. His lips are warm against the skin, nipping at the delicate flesh lazily before he lifts his head to meet your gaze.

"Please?"

It's hard to protest when he's looking at you like that; like you're his only reason for staying in bed another day. The heat of his body sinks into yours and you feel the protests on the tip of your tongue succumbing to the thumb massaging circles into your hip. To be completely honest with yourself, you'd be willing to skip work daily if you could stay wrapped up in Kevin's arms like this for the rest of your days.

You sigh softly, knowing your attempts to convince him to let you go are failing. The puppy eyes have won you over, and he'll melt any defenses you can muster up with them.

Your hand juts out for your phone, grabbing it from the nightstand. It's a quick unlock and a couple of taps, a quick call to your supervisor that you can't make it in due to the driveway being snowed in. A little white lie. When you hang up, you shoot your boyfriend a look.

"Happy?" you ask.

Kevin sighs contentedly, pulling you close as he makes himself comfortable again.

"Very."

Psst!! If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!

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katskitoshi · 2 years

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"reading what?" obey me

synopsis: mammon and asmodeus are fairly famous people, so there must be some fan-fiction written about them. how do they react to catching you reading fan-fiction about them?

characters: mammon & asmodeus(separately) x gender neutral! reader

includes: nothing i think...

mammon: greed incarnate.

your room is his room, so it isn't uncommon for the second born to be in there. you're doing whatever you do on your phone, and mammon is trying to come up with money making schemes. but keep in mind, he is greed incarnate.

he hates that you have the majority of your attention on someone or something that isn't him. you should be over by him helping him with his schemes, not doing whatever your doing! he's greedy for your attention. but when he notice you smiling and giggling at your screen, he loses it.

without a second thought, he snatches your phone from your hand. "hey- mammon! what the heck, dude?!" you attempt to grab your phone from him, but mammon refuses to let you have it. "i just wanna know what you're doin', calm down."

his eyes scan the screen, and he looks uninterested. that means he hasn't found out. good. "you're just reading? ugh, you really are boring. ya' must be tryna read so you can be as smart as the great mammon- wait. is this about me?!" uh oh. looks like he found out.

and he read:

-he is beautiful. It isn't hard to believe that he used to be an angel. He could tell you that he was beauty incarnate in the celestial realm and you'd believe it. From his snowy white hair and dyed yellow tips to his beautiful dark skin, even his dazzling blue eyes that resemble sapphires: Mammon is beautiful. And you obviously want to indulge in in his beauty. So when he offered you a chance to watch him model, you answered without hesitation. "Of course Mammon, I'd love to!" and you both left for the studio he was going to be modeling at. It was bustling on set. People holding costumes and makeup and yelling for better lighting were all around the-

when he was done reading part of the selection, mammon was shocked to see that you were reading a fan fic about him! "oi, human. what...why are you readin' fan fiction about me when ya' have the real deal right in front of you?"

mammon did not know that there was fan fiction written about him. all these authors should be paying him a pretty buck for being their muse!

he is honestly a bit shocked that you read them. you have the real live avatar of greed in front of you and you resort to made up fantasies about him instead?

if you confess, you can just ditch those stupid little fanfics and recreate what you read with him. the real mammon! not whatever fake mammons are on your phone. you can date the real great mammon.

but he cant help but feel a little bit of pride at the fact that you love him so much that you'd resort to fiction to try to fill that void. are you too shy to confess? trying to find the best way? he doesn't know, but if you won't confess your love to him, he'll have to confess his love to you!

"uh, human...y'know, you don't have to result to fan fiction about me, right? you have to real, beautiful, perfect, great mammon right in front of you! so, uh, [name]...i like you, so would you like to go on a date with me? as long as you promise to stop readin' those fan fictions since 'ya got the real great mammon with 'ya now!"

(the first date: watching him model then going out to eat then shopping.)

asmodeus: lust incarnate.

all day, you've been with asmodeus. first, you were painting nails in his room, then, you two gossiped, and then you both went to the mall where he bought a mountain of clothes, and now, you're waiting in his room as he tries on all the clothes he bought for a personal fashion show.

while you were waiting for him to finish getting changed in his private bathroom, you were on your phone reading an asmodeus x reader fan fiction. you've been spending a lot of time with asmo, your best friend and crush, and that's left you desperate.

luckily, asmo is pretty famous in the devildom, so there are ample amounts of content about him.

too engrossed in the fiction, you don't notice asmo sneaking up on you. he was about to express his discomfort about you not paying attention, but he saw his name on the text you were reading, and decided to read over your shoulder.

-and as always, he was there. You saw the beauty in him. He was the fairest of all. He was the highest quality of demon. The shiniest jewel on a crown. The crème de la crème. He was beautiful. But it was also painful to be in love with someone so beautiful. In simpler terms, Asmodeus was perfect. And you? You were't perfect. When he first walked inside the beauty store, you just saw another pretty face. Another pretty somebody trying to desperately inhance his beauty. But when you got to know him better, his beauty was more than external. It was beautiful on the inside too. And that's why you fell for him. If his looks were to go away, you'd still love him. Every single flaw he has could come to surface and you'd still love him. And when he confessed, when he asked you to be his lover, you nearly broke down. He, perfection incarnate, -

you finally realize that you aren't alone when you hear asmo's giggle. "reading fanfictions about me, [name] darling~?" you yelped out. "asmo- what? uh, hi! ugh, why am i so awkward? no, wait- why were you reading over why shoulder?!" you rambled on. asmodeus noticed your awkward discomfort and he found it kind of cute. especially when you turned your head to look away from him.

"well," he grabbed your face with his hands so you kept eye contact with him. "shouldn't i be asking why you're reading fan fiction about me when i'm right here? is there maybe something you want to tell me? or something you want me to tell you?"

asmo is no stranger to the content written about him. he's read fan fiction about himself before. but he is surprised to see you reading fan fiction about him.

he is shocked that you read them, but he's also happy. what else do you read about him? is it possible you've dipped into the bottomless pit that is smut fiction? but then again, he's sad. you have the real avatar of lust that will willingly throw himself at you and you go to made up stories instead?

but if you read these because you're waiting for a confession from him, he won't keep you waiting!

"are you so desperate for a confession that you must result to silly made up stories about me? well, [name], will you go on a date with me tomorrow? maybe to resonance six? and i can't help but wonder, what else do you read about me?"

(he continued his fashion show and the one you liked the most, he wore on your date!)

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canneddolts · 8 months

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as promised gordon college kid post (ft barney)

its strangetown’s (the deserrt town w aliens and military guys…like black mesa woah) sim state uni

i couldnt go into cas but heres how he looks…….i gave him short hair bc 1) theres NO good ponytails in the sims. Even in sims 3. its so pain and 2) i think its a nice change

i soent like 5 mnutes trying to find an outfit for him but settled on orange bc Its Orange but i think it fits him well (nerd clothes)

hes majoring in physics and is abt to finish junior year woohooo!!!!

amd this is his dorm its a little old fashioned (?) and mismatched but i think it fits

the blue chair is very very out of place though Ugh i tried matching it to the blinds but alas

and then like a semester and a half in i added barney too bc its so boring to play with just 1 sim

AND THIS OUTFIT!!!! This outfit i love so bad bc it fits the security guard uniform so well…..the yellow logo on the left and the Shade of Blue amd the yellow stripes on the pants all the pockets UGH!!!!!

again i gave him this hair bc all the short hair is ugly. Ok. and i think he shoudl have longer hair when he was younger

it used to be purple (like the hl1 HD models) but sims 2 made it BRIGHT purple and it looked soooo bad

hes majoring in literature bc it kept showing up in his aspirations bar (ik hes undecided major in hl but this is sims 2 university)

this is his dorm….its very simple but i do like the colors (esp the lamp its so pretty i need it irl)

also alien poster wall :-] and the canvas on the right was me attempting to make gordon do a “”portrait”” except it was a screenshot. i thought itd be like you choose a sim and he paints the basic headshot but No

also look how i redecorated the 8 room dorms muaaahahahahaa

#my stuff #sims 2 #should i tag…………ehh #gordon freeman #barney calhoun #also my sim maker skills suck the faces always look the same ouughh

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villainessprefect · 1 year

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title: try to keep it hidden, honey we can see right through you

summary: "Yes! I- No! Ugh!" Idia groans and pulls up the hood of his jacket. That should help. "You're only distracting because I like you! And losing to the one I like would be super uncool, okay? I'd lose points!"

He blinks.

Ah.

His blood runs cold.

Did he really just say all that aloud?

ship: Idiazul

word count: 1,929

Read on AO3!

The silence shared between them is never considered bothersome, especially when shared in the club room. It means the other members have left while he and Azul are granted some privacy over their latest game. This one involves trying to cover an entire board with their selected color with limited and oddly shaped blocks. It lacked chance and relied on reading your opponent.

Would you take the chance to block their movement or concern yourself with gaining more area?

"Come now, Idia, you shouldn't have that hard of a time making a decision," Azul smirks as he awaits his club member's turn to pass.

"I don't rush you on your turn..." He mumbles. Maybe he does edge him and gloats when he believes he has the upper hand, but he's kind enough not to rush his opponent. Time limits are a pain, he knows this well, so he doesn't mind if Azul drags out his turn whenever he starts calculating a way to victory. Besides, it gives him a chance to see if he can outthink him. Rare, but possible in a board game.

In this game, he feels the checkmate coming his way. They upped the difficulty by having each player use two colors instead of one. It allowed for a more interesting game. You could allow one color to gain momentum, stealing half the board while your opponent was concerned with your other color, or have one dominate a quarter of the board. To win, you would need to paint the board in both colors as much as possible.

And it seemed Azul had picked up on the trick to this game fairly quickly. Idia's red had been blocked by Azul's yellow, which was also slithering into his blue territory. Azul's green had covered enough ground on its own, but he had to be greedy and start spreading into his domain, didn't he?

"Tch." He clicks his tongue as he places an L-shaped blue block down.

Glowing yellow eyes glance up from the board to spot Azul's smug grin unchanged. Ah- shit. Wrong move? No, Azul wouldn't give away anything while he's in the lead. How he managed to not react over his move is beyond him.

Azul, the charming bastard, quickly puts down his weirdly shaped yellow piece without a care in the world. As expected, this stops Idia's blue from expanding into his territory.

"I saw that one coming..." He sighs.

"Then you should have prevented it."

"If I did, then you would have just pushed with green. I know you like to limit my movements anyway." Idia hums. "The last thing I want is hearing you rub it in my face that you beat me at another game."

Maybe he should have gone with another game that involved chance. One that he had a fair chance at winning before Azul found a way to control or tip the odds in his favor. Although, it was amusing to see his face fall whenever his tricks failed and landed him in a bad spot. Like rolling an odd number and losing all of his money and getting sent to jail! Oh, Idia would never forget the crushed look on his face when that happened. The mere memory makes his lips curl upward without knowing it.

"You don't seem that bothered by my guaranteed victory," Azul comments. "Unless you're planning something?"

"Huh?" He blinks, becoming aware of his smile. He bites down on his lip and raises a hand to shield his mouth. A faint pink dusts his cheeks and he hopes that's hidden with his jacket's sleeves.

'Ugh. Can't get distracted by his pretty face now. Gotta not think about that and think about kicking his ass! Win now, fantasize later! I mean- gah!'

He runs a hand through his hair to kick out those stupid thoughts. Focus on the game and not Azul!

"Why'd you have to be so distracting...?" He breathes out.

"Pardon?"

"Ah-! I-I mean...I'm thinking!" Idia yelps out as his heart races. There goes his big mouth. He was dangerously close to spilling words that should never leave his thoughts. He hated how relaxed he was around Azul. Not in a bad way. It's nice to let his guard down and speak almost like a normie, but...sometimes he felt too comfortable. Which didn't help his heart one bit.

He'd like to keep things as they are between them anyway. He finally has someone he could call a friend and losing that would...suck. Big time. It would be game over forever for him. Though it never hurts to think that something could happen...right?

He peeks a look over to Azul. The other is sitting with his legs crossed and eyes down at the board. He sits with his back against the chair, hand pressed against his chin. Fingers attempt to hide that winning smile, but Idia can easily see it. His confidence spoke volumes in his pose alone and Idia wished he could exert the same energy instead of being hunched over like a gremlin. Then blue eyes flicker to meet with his yellow.

Idia immediately looks down. God, he hopes he wasn't caught staring!

"Am I still distracting you?"

God. Dammit. He was!

"Yes! I- No! Ugh!" Idia groans and pulls up the hood of his jacket. That should help. "You're only distracting because I like you! And losing to the one I like would be super uncool, okay? I'd lose points!"

He blinks.

Ah.

His blood runs cold.

Did he really just say all that aloud?

Idia doesn't have it in him to even spare a look at Azul. He's probably looking at him like he's trash, which is fine because he is. Stupid trash that doesn't know when to shut up!

"Idia...?"

"Y-You heard nothing! Wipe everything from your m-memory banks!" Idia shouts as he gets to his feet, hitting the table as he does. He's definitely losing more cool points now if he even had any left to spare after that poor confession.

He does his best to hide his growing red face to spare Azul the sight of his embarrassment. He feels his hair heat up and has a feeling the tips are changing color to match his cheeks. At least some of it is covered by his hood, but not all.

"I-I- Ortho needs me, yeah! So, uhh, GG, Azul!"

Idia practically stumbles out of the club room, nearly tripping and falling and making an even bigger fool out of himself. He ignores his name being called and focuses on running home. He doesn't care if people are staring for once, he just has to go to his room and disappear. Forever.

When he does reach the dorm and finally his room, he collapses onto his bed. He takes in heavy breaths and grips a hand over his chest. It stings and he can't tell if it's from the burst of adrenaline or from the fear of confessing to his crush.

"I did not just say that I did not just say that I did not just...!" He repeats while curling up into a ball. He feels tears pricking at his eyes and a disgusting sob bubbling in his throat. He must really look pathetic.

Even as he tries to keep his mind off Azul, he can't help but think of him. He wonders what he's doing. Probably had to clean up after he had left in a hurry. Then he's probably going to go to his dorm and work and go about his day as if nothing happened. He flawlessly helps other students, unlike him who wouldn't move for the rest of the day. Idia wishes he could help him out. If only he wasn't the source of his current problem!

"I'm going to miss hanging around him..." He mutters. Azul was a rare one. He actually didn't mind Idia's tangents, and never once did he tell him to stop. Sometimes, he'd even inquire more! Plus he was into board games! It may not be digital, but a game is a game after all. He'd also learn a thing or two from playing with him, picking up on new strats that translated fairly well into some other games.

Idia lets out a long sigh. "Mm...still got some dailies to do..."

It should help distract him from all of, well, this. But he doesn't have the energy to drag himself out of bed and into his chair. Maybe he'll just stay here for a while.

But his peaceful moment comes to an end when there's a knock at his door.

"Eh? Ortho?" He calls out, assuming it would be his brother. No one else came to his room nor did he want anyone else to. Especially not now. "Sorry, I'm not feeling well-"

"It's me, Idia."

"Eek!" Idia jumps, immediately sitting up in bed. He pulls the blankets up with him, hiding underneath them.

"A-Azul?!"

"Yes," he answered from beyond the door. "I've come to...check on you."

"N-No need! I-I'm fine! Err forget what I said before wh-when I thought you were Ortho! I'm at f-full health!" He stammers out.

"I find that hard to believe."

Idia gulps.

"I just...wanted to inquire about what you said earlier." Azul continues. "I'd like to know if you meant it or not."

Idia falls silent and his grip on his blankets tightens.

He could admit to it, again. If he did it once, a second time would be easier, especially now that he had a door between them. He wouldn't have to deal with catching a look of disgust or disappointment in his gaze from admitting his feelings. Not that he’s sure if he had done so the first time. It’s better not knowing in his case.

"...If I did?" He asks, just loud enough so he’s sure that Azul could hear. "I-It doesn't matter though. Y-You're too top-tier for someone like me. Go on and l-laugh and reject me! I didn't even make a proper confession..."

"Can you at least open the door?"

"No."

"I figured..." Azul sighs. "Very well. I won't laugh or reject you, Idia. While your confession was surprising, I...am touched by it." He clears his throat. "I'd never guessed you'd feel that way about me. I'm glad the feeling is mutual."

"...wha?"

Idia blinks, staring at the door. This isn't some twisted joke, is it? No, no. Azul isn't the type for something like this. Maybe one of the eels, but not him. Still, he can hardly believe what he's hearing. Did his route that leads to doom actually lead to a good ending instead? How did he dodge that ending?

"If it's too much for you right now, I do hope I can see you tomorrow for our usual club meeting? We can discuss this more when you're ready."

"Y-Yes!" Idia blurts out and internally curses. He hates sounding like a giddy schoolgirl and agreeing to that immediately. He was still processing the fact that Azul liked him back and how he didn't mess up a friendship at all but got one better! Or supposed to be better. They hadn't officially said they were a couple yet.

"Then, I'll see you tomorrow, Idia."

He listens to the sound of heels clicking against the ground grow further and further away. Then, he lets his body fall to the bed. His hair immediately bursts into a fiery pink. A burst of nervous laughter escapes from his lips.

"I never thought I'd survive a confession," he breathes. "...n-now what?!"

#twisted wonderland #twst #idiazul #idia shroud #azul ashengrotto #idia x azul #ignihyde #octavinelle

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redflagromance · 10 months

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Superdim Sunday: Chapter 5

Ji-Min knew it was time to go when the sky went dark and then dotted awake again with thousands of neon signs.

She'd been popping gum and cycling through Hammer's messages all evening. It was obvious that something was going to happen. He'd been sending and getting enough ⭐✨ and 🌙 emojis that she knew whatever it was had been scheduled for after dark.

But the details?

"Jackshit," Ji-Min said sourly. She spat out her gum and crinkled it up in paper before tossing it in the bin. "Asshole." She paced in front of her hotel bed.

Sunspot wasn't involved, that was clear. She'd done some organizational work, but she wouldn't wish Hammer good luck if she planned to show up.

That was for the best. Sunspot had a gun. Like, some kind of fucking purple laser. Ji-Min wanted no part of that trash fire.

Ji-Min raked her fingers through her hair and blew out air.

There was nothing to indicate a planned rendezvous. There was no-

There was a new draft post.

Her body froze in place, except for her shaking fingers. She clicked edit and let the video play through.

Hammer's smug jaw greeted her. "Fun plans tonight," he started. There was the sound of a car engine running.

Ji-Min held her breath and rested against the wall, transfixed by the phone. She was listening so hard for something distinctive. She watched the background too, but Hammer wasn't a total clown. All she could see was the inside of the car- and a reflection of red paint in the mirror.

"Red car." She tapped her fingers on the wall.

"I'm here in Chicago, and I'm gonna do something that's never been done," Hammer said lazily. He raked a hand through his hair. It caught the light.

He had a stupid voice, Ji-Min thought spitefully. Kind of a scratchy tenor.

"Anyway, it's gonna be a glittering party. I'll see you at the Planetarium." The video ended with a wink.

Ji-Min ran out the door.

It was a matter of seconds to pull up directions. She groaned when she saw the time estimate. "Almost 40 minutes." Ji-Min wanted to hit her head against the steering wheel. Instead she flicked on her blinker and got on the road. "Fucksake. He could be gone by the time I get there," she complained.

There was nothing to do but drive the speed limit and pray. Hammer probably hadn't been right next door either, she reasoned. He'd clearly made the draft post in his car and then saved it- but he might have stayed parked for a while after. He might not even be moving yet, depending on what kind of heist he had in mind.

She stopped at a yellow light and frowned. That was a good question to be asking. What the hell did he want from a planetarium? Hammer didn't strike her as a scientifically minded person.

"...Must not be a heist," she reasoned. "Maybe it's a staging ground." Ji-Min scrunched her face up. The light turned green. She eased on the gas. "There's probably something really photogenic he wants to use there."

He wouldn't… he wouldn't blow it up, right?

Ji-Min didn't think that was likely, but she couldn't eliminate the possibility either.

"I'll be careful," she promised herself. Wow, she hoped she wasn't driving to a death trap. "Ugh." She tightened her fingers on the steering wheel.

She turned the music up pretty loud to distract from those thoughts. She turned the volume down when she was relatively close, and started looking for an unobtrusive place to park. She settled for parking along a deserted boulevard lined with trees. If she had to leave her car till the morning, it would definitely get a ticket.

The finishing touches of her costume went on at that point. She'd already put her hair up, so it was a matter of seconds to secure the full mask in place using the ribbons and hairpins. Her top was body hugging with snug sleeves, so that it didn't do things like flop down and cover her face if she had to move around too much. She had exchanged her black jeans for thick black athletic pants.

She'd deliberated between her clunky boots and the soft soled things she liked for sneaking around. In the end, she'd decided she would be more likely to need to kick someone in the face with a heavy boot than go sneaking around guards.

Before she put the gloves on, Ji-Min ran through her toolkit and what she was bringing. Her phone needed to be on silent, she needed the heavy stick for hitting, she had a sharp letter opener that would work for multiple purposes-

"I guess I'm good." Ji-Min zipped up her pockets and left the car. The key went in her bra.

She found the building easily. There was a main set of stairs that she avoided. She was slinking around to look at the other entryways when she heard a car engine purring.

Ji-Min found it. A red car was gliding down the road. Hammer stopped it there and got out without turning it off. She could see his outline in the distance, broad shoulders and a distinctive walk. He set up the incline and to the Planetarium.

He went up the main stairs.

She bit her lip, torn. It…

It felt like a trap. Him, alone, with his back to her?

Ji-Min found another door, obviously meant for staff use. A lock crunched in the wooden frame when she forced it open.

She went in.

She found herself in a service hallway. A minute of cautious walking took her to the entrance for a theater.

The only sound was the humming of the electronic security system.

…It had probably gone off when she opened the door, right? Or had Hammer done something to prevent the security team from being alerted?

Either way, she didn't want to spend a lot of time here.

'Get in,' Ji-Min reminded herself. Her steps up a flight of stairs were silent. 'Hit Hammer really hard. Leave him for the cops. Get out.'

That was what she'd done last time, and it had worked. He'd gone directly to jail. His only mutations were being really strong and handsome. If he wasn't willing to crush people to death, he couldn't really do much to resist arrest.

'God forbid he ever thinks to get some kind of training.' Ji-Min smiled under her mask. 'If he got over his ego long enough to learn wrestling or something, he'd actually have some recourse.' She glanced at the blinking red of a security camera as she entered another rounded tunnel.

She could hear movement overhead. She was on the second floor now- Hammer had to be on the top floor. Ji-Min moved quickly now, sticking to the wall rather than the middle of the hallway. She found one more set of stairs and mounted them two steps at a time, heartbeat pounding in her chest.

She found one more curved hallway. It was wider than the others. The first entrance was to her left.

It took control to avoid holding her breath. She crept to the edge of the entrance and took two quick steps to clear the side and survey what was in there.

A café.

The shapes of tables and chairs were eerie in the dark and silent room. Her eyes darted over everything as she cautiously crept in. Could Hammer be hiding? Yes, honestly. He could fit behind the counter, or in the kitchen, or-

She was turning as soon as she heard the scuffle of a shoe. It was too late to avoid the projectile that hit her in the head.

Ji-Min staggered back and crouched. It took a few seconds to register that she wasn't really hurting, no blood.

Hammer was standing in the entryway, casually tossing something round up and down. Whatever had hit her was still bouncing away.

"Hey," he said.

She violently repressed the instinctual "hey" that tried to well up. Ji-Min just looked at him, mind racing.

Hammer smiled. She could see it as he stepped into the faint light. He was tossing a ball- no. A model of planet Earth.

She stole a look to get left to see that he'd pinged her skull with … was that Mercury?

"Already been to the gift store?"

"Yeah, it's back there." Hammer put a thumb over his shoulder. "Pretty fire. They have this light that projects the sewer system."

"The-" She cut herself off, but it was too late. She'd already engaged.

"I want one," Hammer said. He took a couple steps into the cafe. "Remind me to grab one on my way out, Nemesis." He cocked his head. "Shadow?" He pursed his lips and gestured at her. "You're not giving me much to work with." He gestured again. "Did you think of any branding? I really don't mind helping, but I need something to go off of." He paused. "Night strike?" Hammer tried.

She stared at him, uncomprehending. Then she took the hitting stick off of her belt.

He grimaced and raised a hand. "Hey," he protested. "I don't have adequate medical insurance."

"No one does!" Ji-Min darted forward, intent on head trauma. He flung the model of Earth at her. She dodged Earth and came in fast, eyes narrowed under her mask. "Do you think you're better than everyone else?"

He shoved a table at her and ran. The table hit her hip and she rolled over it, landing on the ground with a clatter and a pained thunk of her knee on the ground. She gritted her teeth at the shooting pain.

'I should probably wear knee pads,' she realized. 'Like a volleyball hottie.' She managed to stand, hissing in an angry breath through clenched teeth. Ouch, Jesus fuck, ouch.

"Come back here and get your concussion," Ji-Min demanded.

"No, that sucks!"

Hammer's voice was faint. She followed it into the darkness.

#Superdim #Superdim Sunday #deplorably devoted to you #deplorably devoted #redflagromance #short story

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witchyameita · 2 years

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Celebrations- 2p! Ameita

The evening sky shone with pink, orange, yellow, and purple hues all over the sky. As for Luciano, he was seeing red while yelling to Allen about a party he had to go to. In Luciano’s eyes, it was easy to rant to Allen because 1.) they both thought the same way and 2.) Allen found a way to resolve Luciano’s issues.

“I cannot believe I have to pay for all of them AGAIN!”

Luciano was pacing back and forth in front of Allen while Allen was looking on his phone, but listening to 2p Italy’s complaints. Every once in a while he’d look up and Luciano pacing, finding it semi-hilarious.

“If I have to pay I should at least be able to bring someone I can have a decent conversation with! Lutz is too cheery, Kuro’s too busy looking at Hentai. I can talk to my brother but he’s always busy painting… and Gillen-“

Luciano paused and looked at Allen who was now looking at him while adjusting his sunglasses.

“You’re coming with me Allen.”

Allen sighed which made Luciano walk up to where Allen was sitting and sat next to him.

“Please Allen, you’re the only one who won’t drive me up a wall!”

Yeah Luciano was probably losing his sanity from working with other countries who couldn’t care less about meetings and other important things. The Allies weren’t much better but at least they all could sit down and talk for a while.

“It’s a fancy party right doll? I’ll go but I gotta keep these babies on.”

Allen smirked and pointed to his sunglasses. Those cursed things, Luciano disliked how they hid his dark ruby red eyes. He’d only seen 2p! America without his glasses twice. But both times he saw the most beautiful set of eyes he’d ever seen.

“Ugh fine, I don’t know why you have to wear those so much Allen. I want to see your eyes more.”

Luciano rolled his magenta coloured eyes while Allen pulled him closer, lowering his glasses to glare at Luci. Which made Luciano blush instantly.

“There’s a reason I keep these on sweetheart.”

Allen got up and winked at Luciano before walking away to get ready for the dinner party Luciano had dreaded going to. This party was for his brother Flavio who had successfully sold all of his art. Every time Luci was out with the rest of the axis he ended up paying. Every.time. At least he’d have someone he liked coming with him. Even though Flavio had probably invited everyone anyway.

——-

“Luci, are you ready?”

Allen knocked on the door with the back of his index finger. Not even waiting for an answer he peaked through the door to see Luciano messing with his hair.

“I’m having hair issues again and my hair is normally perfect!”

With a defeated sigh, Luciano sat down and stared at his own reflection. Allen came behind him and started to fix his hair. Getting rid of the flyaways or imperfections that Luciano hated. In silence, Luciano watched as his boyfriend fixed and styled his hair. His eyes being fixated on Allen the whole time.

“There. Whatcha think, Doll?”

Allen put his hands on Luci’s shoulders and looked at him through the mirror. Luciano nodded with a contented, relived smile. All Allen really did was slightly part Luci’s hair more to the left, use two hair clips to hold some of his auburn hair back, and smoothed out the rest.

“Sei un angelo? (Are you an angel?)”

Luciano asked in awe of how good the new style looked on him.

“Nah, I just did whatever.”

Allen kissed the top of Luci’s head before he started to put the hair instruments back. Luci kept looking at himself, slightly blushing now. Then Luciano stood up to adjust his suit, turning to Allen.

“Come on mi amor, I don’t need to be late. I’ll be more late if I keep staring at you.”

Since Luciano had found himself staring at how hood Allen looked properly dressed up, he knew he had to distract himself. A small chuckle came from Allen while he leaned off of the dresser.

“Alright doll-face I’m following ya.”

For how he speaks, Allen’s facial expressions don’t match. His New York accent always accompanied by a neutral expression. He followed the shorter one out of the room and the house. Allen turned the car on and Luciano tapped his shoulder.

“Let’s celebrate us instead, alright?”

Luciano had a rare but sweet smile on his face. Swiftly, Allen took the other’s hand and nodded.

“Okay then, here’s to us.”

// Sorry this is bad BUT I wanted to celebrate my birthday with you all with some Ameita! I hope you all enjoy :)

#2p ameita #2p america #2p italy #2ptalia #2p hetalia

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venominyourcoffee · 2 years

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A lawyer and her doll

It was a cold winter afternoon, in a sterile and boring lawyers office. A young woman fresh out of collage sat at her desk, a lawyer waiting for her first real case. Veronica Grim, age 20 with a masters in law and graduated top of her field. She studied criminal psychology and was damn good at it. She sat in her long black skirt and button up blouse as she sat at her desk. The room was abuzz with the sound of loud phone calls, the smell of cheep cigarettes and stale coffee, and the atmosphere this was more of noir detectives office then a law firm. Didn’t help everyone at the office dressed like a Dick for the 40s. Veronica filed her long black painted nails as she read a magazine about hair dye and fashion. The images of the obviously photoshopped women on the pages gave Veronica ideas. “Hmmm. Maybe I’ve dyed pure black for too long… maybe grey? Or perhaps a soft blue?” She muttered to herself. However she was quickly interrupted as the head chief of the office yelled out “Grim! To my office!” Which made the woman roll her eyes and sigh as she stood up and walked to the oak door. “Yes mister Salvador?” Veronica’s tone laced with disinterest as she approved the elderly man sitting in his big chair and fancy suit. Veronica had been at this office for a month and was given nothing cause she was new. The older man adjusted his tie and handed Veronica a vanilla envelope. “This just came in. Simple divorce hearing. The spouse cheated and the client wants out and half her shit back. Think you can handle it?” His tone sarcastic and laced with a talking down tone. Veronica grabbed the envelope abruptly and looked over the case file. “Zetari? No last name… seems like an easy case. You can… ugh… count on me sir.” She said as she walked out.

Three days later Veronica wore her best black suit with a red tie and cape, as she loved brining a gothic look to the courtroom. Her long velvet cape with a blood red finish matched the vampire styled suit with red and gold accents on a pure black color. She arrived at the area she was told to go to meet her client. However something bothered Veronica. It was her client, miss Zetari. That photo in her file, it had such beautiful eyes ridden with sorrow. Her beautiful black hair covered her unique skin and those eyes, they stayed with Veritable. Every time Veronica would look at the case photo, she felt her heart patter but also sink, seeing such beauty go through this horrible case. “Who would ever cheat on someone so beautiful?” This thought crossed Veronica’s mind all week. This was highly unprofessional and Veronica knew it, she had to get these thoughts out of her mind and focus on the case.

Veronica stood waiting for her client until she heard a soft spoken voice squeak out. “I- h-hello? Are you miss Grim?” Veronica used her red and yellow, sunset like eyes to see the woman who muttered those words. Veronica was met with a shorter Teifling woman in her very very late teens, probably just turned 20 days ago. She was in a beautiful sundress and a book cluttered with papers. Her misty cloud like eyes avoiding contact until they met Veronica’s, which took her breath away. “H-hi… my name is Veronica- I MEAN! Your um- your Veronica, I’m Zetari. Sorry I’m just- I’ve been a wreck these last few days… the breakup has been… rough…” her voice horse as if she’d cried recently but also her breath was caught in her throat as she was stunned by Veronica’s image. Her stature towered over Zetari’s as she was easily 6’4, her beautiful sunset eyes burned through Zetari, her pale skin contrasted with the ocean abyss like black of her suit, and her shaper teeth flooded Zetari with impure thoughts. As for Veronica, her heart skipped a beat but also broke seeing such a beautiful woman being out through such unimaginable pain.

The court case was an easy win, for a few reasons. For one Zetari kept lots of evidence of the cheating, her wife of a year had cheated with some gym jock who thinks he knows everything. However something else drove the case in Veronica’s favor. Hearing Zetari recall the heartbreak she felt and seeing those eyes water and her hands shake. It awoke something in Veronica, the desire to protect Zetari. A fire burned in Veronica’s core as of coal being shoveled into a steam engine going at full throttle and gaining speed. And like a true steam engine in its prime Veronica made her power in the court room known as her voice rung out like a train whistle. In the final moments of the case it was intense as the cheating wife was arguing, yelling about how she’s losing so much. “Why would I cheat on her? I love her!” Hearing this enraged Veronica, who had been relentless with her accusations and backing them up with evidence and shutting down any opposition. In a rage and a crime of passion, Veronica slammed her hands on the bench and screamed like a soldier, “if you loved her, you wouldn’t be breaking her heart!” Her voice was booming like a thunderous storm that echoed through the court room and it was almost like the force of her voice created a strong wind burst. That statement struck directly to Zetari’s heart as if cupids arrow and immediately shut up the other woman. This was not normal behavior for a lawyer but Zetari knew this was genuine care. They had just met but there already was a connection. As the case ended in favor of Zetari, she was shaking just being happy it was over. The two walked out to seeing it pouring rain as the air was freezing cold. Zetari breathed and tried to steady herself. “T-thank you miss Grim… I just-“ she was cut off as Veronica placed her suit jacket around the young girl much to her surprise. The jacket smelled of a warm smell of burning cider wood and fresh roses. Veronica’s often cold dominating glare was replaced with a slightly warmer expression as her dawn colored eyes seemed a little warmer as she spoke. “You can call me Veronica. Um… would you like to grab coffee sometime?” Zetari was taken back but immediately felt a sense of safety and warmth as she shyly smiled and nodded as she slightly blushed.

3 years later, Veronica and Zetari had gotten together as Veronica slowly helped Zetari heal and open back up again. Veronica was determined to help Zetari heal and grow her self love and confidence, and Veronica was an amazing teacher. The couple slowly became more obsessed with each other. The touch, the moans, the smiles and the nights together in each other’s arms. It both warmed Veronica’s cold heart, while also helping Zetari recover and grow her own love for herself and her love for Veronica. The couple eventually moved out west to the coast where Veronica was picked up by a powerful law firm that paid very well. Zetari had started her own coffee shop, her dream since she was little. Veronica had been so supportive, helping Zetari find her spark again. In the winter of next year they were set to marry. On a warm summer evening the year prior Veronica took Zetari to the beach to watch the sun set. And just as the last glimpse of light was about to go out, Veronica proposed with a beautiful ring of spiraling diamonds. Her proposal was simple. “You’ve helped me find myself, and I never want to far away from you again. So let’s spend forever in each other’s arms as wives. Let me give you the life you deserve by my side for always. And they day I leave you is the day I die, and even then I’ll haunt your sexy ass and give you ghost sex like in ghostbusters.” Giving a slight chuckle and smile as she saw Zetari’s eyes water with joy as she eagerly accepted.

That night Veronica and Zetari had spent the entire night in the throws of passion for they sealed their engagement with what fekt like a thousand orgasms and moans of “I love you” were filling the air of their bedroom. They barley fell asleep in the early morning and eventually woke up in each others arms as Veronica was so happy to wake up to her future wife. Together for the last year and a half Veronica and and Zetari worked hard to build up Zetari’s cafe all while Veronica spoiled the love of her life rotten. Veronica was very well paid, especially after getting an incident man off of a murder charge and I’m the process helped out the real killer away. Veronica would spend most of her cases defending people with wrongful convictions and putting murders away with zero mercy. Zetari was actually surprised one day when she was on shift at the cafe and say her girlfriend/fiancé on the front page of the newspaper. The headline read Veronica’s new nickname of the legal world, “The Archangel Attorney puts away killer of 7 year old cold case!” Zetari was so proud of her true love and when she saw Veronica walk into the shop in the afternoon, she immediately hugged her tight. Zetari and Veronica spent the afternoon nursing some iced coffee as Veronica chuckled at the news story. “Archangel Attorney? HA! I’m more like the devil. Fallen from on high and was god’s favorite. God in this case being my old law school. I’m not THAT egotistical.” Zetari chuckled as she sipped her coffee. “Well your definitely my goddess that I love to worship~” she said with a chuckle and stealing a kiss with a wink.

Zetari awoke in her large comfy bed in her luxury apartment bedroom. The smell of snuffed out incense and the scent of perfume and plant life was the first thing conscious Zetari knew. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the morning sun filtering through thick black curtains, illuminating the flower hand painted walls. Veronica and Zetari shared their living space and it’s design. As Zetari pulled herself from under the fluffy warm blanket, she felt an empty space next to her on the soft bed. Zetari rubbed her eyes and stretched in her baggy band t-shirt as she was used to waking up like this. Zetari’s cafe only needed her three days a week and Veronica’s lawyer office operated on weekdays, starting at the crack of dawn. This was so normal for the couple, Veronica had a custom full length body pillow of her made for Zetari to cuddle as she woke up. Veronica spent no expense on the pillow, even making it double sided. One one side a drawing of Veronica with her hair down, wearing a baggy shirt and loose PJ pants and a warm smile on her face. On the other, an illustration of Veronica topless wearing lingerie underwear with a sensual look as she bit her Zetari smiled and cuddled the pillow and kissed it. “Morning babe. Go get ‘em tiger.” She said before giving the puddle a squeeze and getting up to brush her teeth and wake up.

Zetari did one last stretch before getting out of bed and walking out of her bedroom to her off room bathroom. The bedroom was filled with a soft fuzzy carpet and adorable stuffed animals and squishmellows of all kinds. Some adorable and some more of a thing you’d buy at hot topic. The walls were decorated with art the couple made, photos of their vacations, beautiful and abstract works of street art, and the greatest piece of all. A beautiful pure blank canvas with the outlines of two asses and two pairs of legs. The girls made this as they got a blank canvas and corned their ass and under their legs with paint and sat on the canvas. The bedroom was a moderate size as the hallway that leads from the bathroom to the living room, was a little long and decorated with more adorable coupe selfies and art.

Zetari picked up her modernized flip phone and checked her messages as she brewed a cup of coffee. The first message was from her friend and cuddle buddy Jinx. “hey girl, just wanted to invite you for a weekend up in the mountains. Three girlfriends alone, in the cold, forced to snuggle to stay warm and sit naked by the fire.… I don’t know why we would be cuddling to keep warm and ALSO sitting naked but- shut up do you wanna get screwed by Veronica and get snuggles in a cabin or not lol. Love you!” Zetari chuckled and texted back “sure. I’ll ask Veronica. Love you too bitch <3.” She smiled and finished making her coffee as she looked at the text notification from Veronica. Zetari’s eyes widened as she read the small paragraph from Veronica.

“Good morning love. I’m sorry for leaving you in the early morning, however today is special. I have a special gift for you at my office, and at home. Look under the bed frame. There is a locked box, the code is the release date of one of my favorite books. Read the next messages when you open the box. Xoxo.” Zetari was excited as she downed her coffee and hopped like an excited bunny over from the kitchen to the bedroom.

Just like the text said there was a medium metal box with a combination lock. Zetari was confused at the hint. “One of my favorite books.” It vexed her as she struggled to remember some of the books Veronica had read. Suddenly it came to her. Fahrenheit 451, released in 1953, Zetari entered the code and heard a click as it unlocked. Zetari was excited as she opened the box lid. However her excitement quickly turned into a deep burning blush in her cheeks as her heart skipped a beat as it saw what was inside the box. Inside the box was a seemingly custom made chastity belt complete with a remote control vibrating dildo and butt plug. Also inside was a pair of Bluetooth earphones and a pair of beautiful red lace panties with a flower design and a matching bra. The final item was a small USB stick with “deliver me” written on it. Zetari took a breath as she tried to relax and calm down as she was blushing with a burning passion as she tried to read the rest of Veronica’s message. “Surprised kitten? I bought all of these for you, I even was so kind to charge them. And of course I have the remote. Now I have one hell of a day planned but I need you to do a few tasks. First your going to wear the belt with the toys turned on. And once you put on the belt it will instantly lock and I have the only key so be ready. Next your going to put in those earphones and go to the link in this message. It will play a recording on repeat until your within 5 feet of me. You are to leave the headphones in and I’ll know if you take them out. Third, your going to wear the lingerie and put on a modest but cute get up I’ve already chosen for you. It’s in your closet. Now this is the last step and it’s very important. You must deliver me that USB drive to me by 2pm today. Knowing you, you woke up at 9am. You’ll be done with breakfast and morning coffee by 9:45. You should be all geared up and out the door by 10am. You then have four hours to get to me. If you come late, you will wear that belt until the toys battery dies. This is now an official order. And I will know when you see this text message. If fact the little “has been read” notification has probably been seen by me by now. As of reading this, you have 43 five minutes to get ready and put everything on. Your on the clock kitten, don’t disappoint mommy.”

Zetari’s mind was racing as her heart felt like it would beat out of her chest. She quickly went to eat a fast morning breakfast of cereal before braving the box again. With a gulp she began using her favorite lube to loosen and finger herself to ready herself for the toys. Just having her fingers inside her made her mind run with memories of Veronica and how her cold digits ran along her sensitive skin. After a few moments Zetari believed she was ready. She slowly pushed the plug inter her aching hole as the plug eventually found a snug and secure spot. It was a little bigger then she was used to but had a beautiful diamond end. She then fastened the dildo to the belt and with a slight fear of what comes next, she slid the dildo into her aching heat and went to fasten the belt and lock it into place. Once the dildo was fully in her, rubbing her g spot, she clicked the metal locks of this medieval chastity belt shut with a loud click. And to her surprise and slight horror Veronica was right, it locked itself and she couldn’t take it off. The dread of the coming torture was building as every step made the plug be pushed deeper and the dildo run against her g spit. Already a blushing mess who couldn’t stop the small whimpers she made, Zetari went to her closet after putting on the lingerie. In the closet she found a bag pair of jeggings, a black t-shirt and a denim jacket filled with patches. Zetari got dressed as she heard a text notification, making her jump. She didn’t hate this at all, in fact she loved this. But boy was Veronica a scary Dom when she’s this serious.

Zetari looked at the message, and of course it was from Veronica. “Awww how do you feel love? Are you ready? Well put in those earphones and but on a brave face. It’s only an hour commute to my office. Two hours if you walked. Now be a good kitten and do as mommy says and you will be rewarded.” Zetari took a deep breath and smiled as she put in the earphones, connecting them to her phones Bluetooth and hit the link in the messages. Immediately and without warning, and the vibes came to life. The deep and powerful buzz of the dildio immediately stimulated Zetari’s pussy which earned a loud and sudden moan from her. She could feel her knees buckle and bend and she reached for the near by table to catch herself as she half fell to the floor. She took a few deep breaths as she tried to settle her mind and body. Her breath was fast and taken from her completely as her face was aflame with a deep blush as she tried to take slow shaky breaths. And just as Zetari believed she could handle this, the earphones began playing the recording. The receding was an audio file of Veronica giving praise to Zetari and moaning and making kissing noises to a sensitive microphone all while a deep hypnotic tone played in the background. One of the many lines in the repeating audio was Veronica saying in a moaning tone “relax my love. Let the pleasure over take you. Be my beautiful obedient slut. Let me mold you into my perfect bimbo fuck toy.” Zetari’s mind was already spinning and getting fuzzy as she could already feel her first orgasm slowly creeping over the edge.

Zetari tried to muster her strength as she tried to suppress the building pleasure as she walked with weak knees to leave the apartment. With each step, the pleasure of the dildo and plug was shifting, like digging knives of lust into Zetari’s brain. All while her subconscious was assaulted by the subliminal conditioning of Veronica’s enticing and sensual words. Zetari thought the best chance of making it was to take a cab. She hailed a taxi and told the driver the address of the law firm. Zetari’s mouth was a agape as she was sweating as building pleasure was about to crash into Zetari in a powerful orgasm. Zetari did everything to stop the pleasure from brimming over. Crossing her legs, trying to hun to hide her moans, even trying to slap her face lightly to direct attention. But to no avail. Within moments the first orgasm crashed Zetari’s system as her legs began to shake and twitch as her face naturally made a face of exploding pleasure. Zetari’s toes curled in her shoes as she let out a loud moan as her orgasm overtook her entire body but the sex toys kept going, driving Zetari mad by the overstimulation. “Ah- fuck- oh god! Oh fuuuuuckkkk!!!” And all while the orgasm was milked from Zetari without mercy, the headphones played the same brain numbing loop of hypnotic pleasure. This created a spiral Zetari’s mind as she could feel her IQ and shame dropping.

Veronica had introduced her to this, a particular fetish she liked and so did Zetari. Dumbfication and it’s sister fetish, bimbofication. The way Veronica explained it, the two fetishes worked hand in hand as a two step process. Dumbfication was the act of lowering a persons intelligence during sexual acts. A way to calm the mind and remove things like intrusive thoughts. Leaving them more relaxed and submissive as they chose to not think. While bimbofication was the act of turning someone into an air headed sex loving bimbo. Veronica introduced these fetishes to Zetari first as a coping mechanism. Veronica had studied psychology in school and knew things like past trauma, heartbreak and constant social media can fill a person with anxiety and insecurities. This was especially true when Veronica and Zetari were exploring their sexuality and their bodies. Zetari was slightly insecure about her body. Things like her smaller chest and hips, the color of her skin, and her body not being like those photoshopped girls in porn and magazines. Veronica had introduced these kinks into Zetari’s life to help her cope and grow to love her body. Slowly it went from Zetari saying “can we turn the lights off? I don’t want to see my thighs…” to Zetari saying “use your perfect fuck toy mistress! I’m your perfect sexy bimbo who loves your touch!” Eventually Zetari’s confidence rose and now it’s just a fetish that the couple likes. Zetari loves going dumb in bed and letting Veronica take over, especially after a long and hard day. However enjoying bimbofication was fun for both parties, it left a hypnotic lock on Zetari’s mind that when things like this happens, it has an incredibly strong effect so they do it in moderation. It had dawned on Zetari’s quickly numbing mind that they hadn’t done this kind of play in a while. “Oh shit” was the only none lewd words that flashed in her mind.

The cab driver was surprised at Zetari’s shaking legs and loud moans and screams. However he was recovering from a hangover from a night out with his husband and their friends and quite frankly, he wasn’t paid enough to worry about some pervert in his cab. So he kept driving turning his passenger out. Zetari however was very deep in her sexual torment. Her first orgasm had finally passed but now she was more sensitive and the toys kept going. Wait did they just increase in intensity? Zetari’s breath was getting short and heavy as she was overstimulated by the constant vibrations in her ass and pussy as her brain was stimulated by the hypnotic audio playing in her ears. Zetari’s mouth fell open as she started to drool on herself as her eyes rolled back and her mind was becoming more and more corrupt. Zetari’s nails dug into the cheap and worn leather of her seat as she screamed “f-faster! Drive- drive faster p-please!!!” The driver kind of picked up the situation and rolled his eyes as he shifted gears. “This is gonna cost you extra miss. Now let’s ride this crazy taxi!” He said with a small evil grin being told to drive a bit more recklessly as he hit the gas. The taxi sped up and bobbed and weaved through the mostly empty streets as it was still fairly early in the day.

Zetari tried to regain her sanity as she slowly got use to the stimulation as the vibrations started to go back to the low setting. She clenched her fists as she tried to calm down as the hypnosis played in her ears. However the earphones she was wearing made a new noise that muffled the audio file. It was a text notification that made Zetari use her slightly shaking hands ti reach for her phone, and to see it was a text from Veronica. “Hello my darling. I can see your phone is making its way to me at quite frankly fast speeds. I have two questions darling. Color and have you reached orgasm?” Even in a fuzzy minded state Zetari knew what she was talking about. Asking for color was the first basics of BDSM Veronica taught Zetari. Asking for color meant asking how the scene was going. Green meant keep going, yellow meant slow down and talk about it, and read meant full stop. Even though she was incredibly stimulated as her heart was racing, this wasn’t out of her comfort zone. With shaky hands and lots of grammar correcting, she typed her response. Green! But holy fuck this feels amazing! I can feel my brain melting! Fuck this feels amazing mistress! And yes I came once already.” Veronica saw the message and smiled as she typed back. “Oh? You came without permission? Tsk tsk tsk doll. You should have asked for permission. Is my favorite doll so dumb already they forgot our rules? Shame. Well I guess I can forgive you but you need to be punished. Oh and you have my permission to cum~” Zetari’s eyes widened as she went to type an apology for cumming without permission but it was too late. Suddenly both of the toys ramped up to the highest setting.

Zetari immediately let out a loud moan as she almost dropped her phone at the sudden overwhelming pleasure. Zetari’s mind began to cloud as her eyes rolled back and the pleasure quickly began building again. Zetari quickly felt another powerful orgasm quickly approaching like a raging storm. The building pleasure was like a raging fire burning in her core. Zetari gripped the seats as her eyes started to water as she crossed her legs subconsciously as if to try and limit the pleasure. Within seconds the new orgasm came crashing through Zetari as she let out a deep, guttural and primal moan as she came. As the overwhelming pleasure swept through her body, it was almost instantly replaced with an agonizingly sudden full stop, ruining her orgasm. Zetari took shallow and sharp breaths as she tried to refocus and uncross her eyes as another text message came through from Veronica. “Enjoyed that sweetie? You have 30 seconds before it stays on high until you get to me.” Zetari panicked not knowing if her mind could handle anymore as she frantically texted pleads as she begged for mercy to her mistress. Just as Zetari had sent her third fast typed line of begging, Veronica began typing. “10. 9. 8.” Oh god she was counting down like some torture method.

Zetari panicked as she looked to the diver and quickly asked “are we almost there?” The driver slowed down to check his rear view mirror. “Almost hun. Tell your dom to take it easy I don’t want you staining my seats.” Zetari immediately felt her face ablaze with a deep crimson blush. “Y-you knew!?” The driver chuckled as he floored it. “Honey I have been in a sub dom relationship for 6 years and I damn well ain’t the top so I can see when someone’s wearing a toy. Just hold out hun.” He said while driving as fast as he could without being too reckless. Zetari was about to speak as her eye caught her phones screen read one last text from Veronica. “3… 2… 1… 0!” Before immediately feeling both toys crank to high and stay there. Zetari knew she was officially fucked as she then began having orgasms milked from her for the next 20 minutes.

The yellow cab comes to a screeching halt as it’s tires leave skid marks with a loud screech, as it parks in-front of the large office building of Veronica’s law firm. The driver shifted down as he looked back at his passenger. “Ok, two things. One I’m charging you extra for cleaning my vegan leather seats. And two, we’re here. You got enough braincells to walk in?” He says with a small smirk as he rolls his eyes. Zetari was almost limp except for the seatbelt holding her up. Her kegs twitched as her mouth was agape with stuttering and broken moans. She took in a deep shaky breath as she used shaking hands to reach for her card to pay. The driver took it and took his payment before handing it back to the very mind broken woman who wiped the little drool on her sleeve. “I- I’m fine- I just- fuck… ok…” She said as she slowly stood up on weak knees and slowly rose to her feet as she waved the cab away. Each step was a test of Will but something in Zetari refused to just break. Was it will? Was it her resolve? Was it the very few remaining brat bones her her body that refused to let Veronica win? Well when a sub is determined it’s likely all three. And Zetari was very determined, as she took a slightly less shaky breath in and walked with a bit more confidence as she was easy to try and compose herself.

Zetari walked into the office building trying her best to avoid showing her aching pleasure and try and kept her distance in case anyone would hear the vibrations of the toys. Zetari knew the layout of this leave like the back of her hand. Veronica would often invite Zetari over for drinks late at night when the office is mostly empty. Additionally Veronica would often bring Zetari over to the office for a little after hour fun. Additionally the reason Zetari agreed to wear a toy in public was cause she loved the thrill of almost being caught, a by product of her increased stamina and sexual confidence that Veronica helped her get. So Zetari knew the bundling layout very well especially when most of the employees leave for the night. Zetari made her way to the main office area of the law frim. The office was clean with a modernist art style to the place. Zetari immediately walked to a walled off office, sealed away by a blurry glass door and black painted walls. Zetari could feel her heat ache as she smelt the lingering smell of Veronica’s perfume. Zetari wanted to burst the door down but knew this was still sexual training and a task she must complete with respect. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door and heard Veronica’s voice speak in an assertive and professional tone. “Come in.”

Zetari entered the room and saw a tall and muscular build of a female woman with her back to Zetari. The room was large with a huge glass pane window the female figure was staring out if. The desk of the office was pure black polished wood with odd asymmetrical gold statures sat on the desk. Zetari immediately knew it was Veronica, with her long block and deep blood red hair and the tone of the woman’s voice as she spoke. “Please close and lock the door and sit down.” Zetari nodded and sat down placing the USB stick on the table and immediately felt the toys turn off completely, giving her body and mind a moment to catch her breath. Veronica stayed with her back to Zetari as she revealed the hand that wanst innher jacket picket held her phone that had toys control app on it. Veronica spoke with a smile and a dominating tone. “You’ve done so well darling. And with time to spare. You have done so well my darling. Mommy is very proud of you.” Veronica turned around to reveal she was completely topless except for her velvet black suit jacket. The sight of Veronica’s beautiful breasts made Zetari’s mind shut off as she drooled s small bit. Veronica smiled evilly as she rested on her hands bent over the desk letter her cleavage be on full display as she grabbed Zetari’s chin and forced eye contact, smiling as she wiped the drool away. “Awwww, is kitten staring? There will be plenty of time for that later.” Veronica says with a darker tone as smiles and hands Zetari the keys to the chastity belt. “Now, stand up, strip, and show me the belt and then beg to take it off.” Veronica said with an evil smile and dark tone as she sat back in her comfy chair.

Zetari blushed deeply as she stood up and started stripping, however a sudden wave of confidence rushed over her as she made it a bit of a strip tease. She swayed her hips and ran her hands over her figure, occasionally shoot Veronica a lustful look as Veronica bit her lip at enjoy the show. Veronica loved seeing sights of confidence like these in Zetari, because it showed how much she’s grown in her own self love and self confidence. And Zetari loved showing off for her future wife, it thrilled her and made her heart flutter and the lust between her legs get more wet. After a few sensual and teasing minutes Zetari was completely naked except for the chastity belt and the stinking, glistening wetness running down her legs from multiple orgasms. Veronica smiled as she eyed up Zetari and bit her lip as Zetari blushed but also really had bedroom eyes. Veronica smiled as she stood up and walked to Zetari and placed her hands on Zetari’s hips and their lips were inches apart. Veronica’s sunset colored eyes stared deeply into the white clouds of Zetari’s eyes and spoke with a deep sultry and sensual tone as their eyes were locked. “God…. This was meant to be different. I was supposed to be on top and make you kneel and eat me out all while the vibes are on high. I wanted to break you. But seeing that little dance, the sparkle in your eyes, the gorgeous grooves of your body and it’s beautiful shape, and seeing that loving look on your face. God your the most beautiful women I’ll never grow tired of and will love until we’re both running hell together.” Zetari blushed deeply as she smiled and wrapped her arms around Veronica, pulling her close. Forcing their sensitive chest and nipples and exposed skin together. She spoke with a smile as her lips were tantalizingly close to her lovers. “I love you mistress. I love your delicious torment and torture. I love the self love and confidence you’ve taught me. And-“ she pauses for an embarrassed laugh. “And god damn seeing you so close and seeing your beautiful body… knowing we’re together must make the gods on high jealous.”

Veronica lost it, she couldn’t resist as she gripped Zetari’s hair and pulled her loving future wife into a passionate lustful and deep kiss. Zetari was taken back but immediately melted into the kiss and embrace. Immediately Zetari and Veronica’s tongues met and danced in a beautiful ballet. Zetari and Veronica moaned as they melted into each other’s arms as Zetari felt her knees grow weaker and weaker. The kiss was deep and passionate and lasted for about a minute. Eventually Veronica pulled back as a thick long strand of saliva was all that connected Zetari and Veronica’s lips. Veronica’s black lipstick was smudged as it left marks on the corners of Zetari’s mouth. Veronica smiled with a warm and loving smile. “Well. Let’s get this off of you.” Zetari smiled and wiped the spit from her lips and chuckled. “Wasn’t I supposed to beg?” Zetari said with a teasing tone. However she would immediately regret that as Veronica’s eyes darkened as she immediately grabbed Zetari close and furiously kissed and harshly bit Zetari’s neck, drawing a surprised and primal moan. Zetari swore she felt blood start to trickle down her shoulder as it was confirmed when Veronica leaned back with a small blood stain on her lips. Veronica harshly gripped Zetari’s hair and yanked down so they were forced to look into each other’s eyes as Veronica spoke sternly. “Don’t test me doll. I’m being nice. I have no issue making you wear this belt all day. Understand?” The sudden pain of the bite and having her hair yanked coupled with the overwhelming pleasure she had been feeling made a few sexually charged tears roll done the side of Zetari’s face as she spoke with a smile still, clearly into this. “Y-yes mistress!”

Veronica’s eyes seem to lighten as she let go of Zetari’s hair and smiled. “Good girl, now hold still.” Veronica demanded as she unliked the belt as it hit the floor with a clang, followed by a wet sound as the dildo easily slid and fell out of Zetari’s folds as she breathed a sigh of relief and a slight moan escaped. “Fuuuuuuck it feels so good to relax… I just wanna collapse in your arms.” Zetari moaned in relief as Veronica stood behind her and pushed her over the desk and gave her ass a hard, loud slap which earned a sharp moan. Veronica smiled as she talked the base of the butt plug and spoke. “Relax hun, have to take this out too.” Zetari blushed as she bit her lip in a smile and nodded. Veronica gently pulled the plug out which made Zetari’s back arch a little as she shuddered at the pleasure. Veronica let go and let Zetari stand up and stitch. “Fuck I feel free again. It’s surprisingly hard to walk in that thing.” Zetari gave a small chuckle before she was pulled into a tight hug by Veronica. After a few minutes of light after care and snuggles, and a lot of wet wipes, Veronica and Zetari got cleaned up and dressed.

Zetari breathed a heavy relaxed sigh as she spoke and sat on the desk. “Sooooo what’s on the USB? Legal stuff? A secret code? Oh maybe the secret location of a lost civilizations treasure?” Zetari spoke with a slight smile as Veronica smiled and plugged the USB into her laptop and handed it to Zetari. Zetari was met with a small slideshow. Confused she hit play. Soothing tropical music began playing as beautiful photos of a tropical island paradise started to move across the screen. Beautiful clean oceans, fun hiking trails, a wonderful luxury suet in a 5 star hotel. It was Zetari’s dream vacation. Eventually a simple message appears on screen. “Wanna get married here?” Zetari puts the pieces of the puzzle together as she screamed with excitement and hugged Veronica tight. “Babe! I- you- what is this? Is this-“ Veronica smiles and answers. “A friend of mine knows a few connections and I was able to book a showing of the venue. In a months time we can fly out for a mini vacation and plan the wedding. You did say you always wanted an island wedding.” Zetari was ecstatic as her and Veronica spent the day planning their vacation. The final hours of the afternoon was of Zetari and Veronica laughing and falling in love all over again as they had a home made style coffee at Zetari’s cafe.

A month later Zetari and Veronica had packed and and planned their vacation and hopped on a first class plane ride. It was the first time in a while Veronica didn’t plan on wearing a suit for weeks on end, however her casual clothes were still quite gothic and dark. Zetari packed more of her cute and more slightly innocent outfits. Zetari wasn’t really used to first class as they hadn’t really traveled since they got together, and when she did travel it was lower class. The loving couple effectively had first class to themselves as not many other people were flying first class. It was a late night flight and the sun just begun to shine over the horizon of the endless ocean. White puffy clouds flew around and past the speeding plane. Veronica was busy as she was quickly typing on her laptop to finish up the last minute workload before she left for the vacation. Zetari was fast asleep as she was napping. Veronica was deep in her work mode as she had headphones on listening to her favorite heavy metal and goth rock bands. Eventually Veronica is interrupted by the flight stewardess who gently taps Veronica to gain her attention. “Excuse me miss. I would like to tell you, you only have 3 more hours before we make our landing and you’ll have to turn your laptop off. Also can I get you two anything?” Veronica nods and smiles before having a devilish realization. Veronica hid her devilish intentions and requested two mocha coffees, one for her and one for Zetari. The stewardess nodded and went to go fetch the coffee. Eventually it was brought to the couple while Zetari was still asleep.

Veronica smiled as the stewardess left, before reaching into her purse and pulling out a small pill bottle filled with red tablets. Veronica stealthily popped open Zetari’s coffee and dropped one of the red tablets in and stirred it with a spoon and putting the lid back on and hiding the pill bottle. For context, this is consensual. Veronica and Zetari had always wanted to explore as many kinks as they thought they’d like. Everything from wax play, to knife play, to shibari bondage and so on. Well a week into prepping for the trip, Zetari had discovered something online, consensual drugging. The act of slipping someone a drug like weed or aphrodisiacs or sleeping pills with consent but not knowing where nor when. Zetari brought this to Veronica saying it could be fun. Veronica and Zetari agreed the drug should be an aphrodisiac, something easy to explain and move around. However Veronica made it very clear she would be as sneaky as possible and slip an aphrodisiac to Zetari when she least expected, and Zetari agreed. Veronica smiled in her seat as she gently shook Zetari awake with a calm and loving tone. “Hey sweetie, up and at em. Come on honey wake up.” Zetari yawned and stretched as she awoke and smiled as she rubbed her eyes. “Morning babe…. Oh wow, the sunrise is so pretty.” Veronica smiled and gave her wife to be a kiss in the cheek. “Not as pretty as you my love. I got us some coffee. I knew we left pretty early.” Veronica sipped her cold coffee as Zetari grabbed her cup. “Awww thanks babe. I need coffee.”

Veronica was very good at hiding her intentions but on the inside she was doing a cartoonish evil laugh as Zetari began sipping her coffee. Veronica sipped more if her coffee as she went back to focusing on finishing her work. Veronica mumbled in frustration. “I swear… I give them a months notice and they still send me work. Are they really so lost without me?” Zetari smiled and placed her hand on Veronica’s and chuckled as she spoke. “I mean, you did get a fancy office and a company car. I wouldn’t be surprised if their falling apart without you.” Zetari offered a smile that made Veronica melt in her heart. “Your right babe. Their probably running around with their shrimp dicks between their legs. Their probably lost as hell without me.” Veronica gave a small smile as her ego was stroked.

Veronica finished typing the last bit of her work, and closed her laptop and continued sipping her coffee. Veronica was very slick as she studied her future wife. The instructions for the aphrodisiacs said it would take slow but steady effect, and Veronica was very excited to see the outcome. Veronica was trying to be subtle as she examined her fiancé like a mad doctor examining their experiment. Zetari was completely in the dark. Well, not completely. See Veronica had told Zetari they were definitely going to do the whole aphrodisiac thing during their vacation. Zetari was dying with anticipation and was waiting for it to happen. However oblivious, Zetari kept drinking her coffee.

Within a few moments Zetari began feeling a reaction. She felt hot and sensitive as if her erogenous zones were all being lightly stimulated. Zetari’s breath started to shallow and shorten as a slight blush overcame her. Veronica knew entirely what was going on, until Zetari cried out in frustration. “God damnit! Of course I’d catch a fever on our vacation! Ughh the universe hates me!” Veronica chuckled at seeing her girlfriend throw a tantrum like a child before she took action. Veronica used her palm to turn Zetari to face her and passionately kisses her, which made the cogs in Zetari’s spin as she connected the dots. Zetari pulled back, her eyes wide with excitement and surprise. “Oh my god- did you- am i- holy shit this is weird… and very hot…” Zetari said with the blush in her face deepening. Veronica couldn’t help but think the sight before her was adorable. Veronica’s eyes scan the cabin to make sure she’s not seen as her hand snakes it’s way up Zetari’s thigh as she spoke in a deeper more sensual tome. “Awwww doll, your so cute. Look at, your hands are shaking, your blushing like crazy… and I bet your already starting to get wet, shall I check?” Version arched one of her brows as she bit her lip making Zetari’s heart flutter. Zetari stuttered as she felt the blush on her face grow hotter. “B-but… what if we’re caught?” Version smiled and leaned in to start kissing Zetari’s neck as her hand slithered into Zetari’s pants. “Aww~ what’s wrong doll? Don’t want other people to know your mine? Afraid of someone seeing what a perfect little slut you are for your mistress? I oh know you love the thrill of possibly of getting caught~ after all-“ Veronica’s eyes darken as her long, slim, cold fingers snake into Zetari’s underwear as she beings stroking between her folds as she whispers into Zetari’s ears. “Your already soaking wet doll~ come on, give in. Ask for what you want~”

Zetari blushed deeply as a smile whine and whimper escaped as she tried to talk. “P-please Ver- please mistress. Please make me feel good!” She begged with lust in her eyes as her breath was more heavy. Veronica smoked and removed her hand from Zetari’s panties as she stood up and squeezed past Zetari, making sure to shove her ass in Zetari’s face. Veronica then took Zetari’s hand and pulled her up and walked her to the first class bathroom stall and looked the door before pinning Zetari’s back to the wall and caging her in. Zetari’s eyes almost had hearts in them with how tuned on she was. Veronica licked her lips as she stared hungrily as Zetari was now feeling the full effect of the aphrodisiac. Her mind was swimming, the passion between her legs was aching for more and her heart was racing. A simple word snapped Zetari back to the real world as Veronica spoke in a stern and lustful tone. “Beg!” Was the only thing Veronica said. Zetari immediately started begging and whimpering. “Please mistress pleas please make me feel good! I don’t care who hears but please please!!” Veronica smiled and pulled Zetari so her back was to Veronica’s chest. “Hands behind your back, and keep them there.” Veronica demanded, and Zetari followed her orders as she placed her arms behind her back and held them there with her hands. Veronica immediately then began kissing and licking Zetari’s neck and ear as her hands gripped Zetari’s hips tight enough to bruise. Zetari moaned as she was incredibly sensitive, as she bit her lip to try and control her moans. Suddenly without warning, Veronica’s hands plunged into Zetari’s pants and up her shirt. Immediately Zetari felt a sharp pain as Veronica pinched and played with Zetari’s harden nipples as her other hand began gently rubbing Zetari’s clit.

Zetari couldn’t stop her moans as her mind began to go fuzzy and numb from the pleasure. The slow circles of her aching clit was sending bolts of pleasure straight to her brain as the pain of her chest being played with made a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. Veronica then began sucking hickies and leaving bite marks on Zetari’s neck as she playfully moaned in Zetari’s ear just ti drive her wild. Eventually Veronica Inserted two fingers into Zetari’s honey pot as she immediately started stimulating Zetari’s g spot. The sudden pleasure made Zetari’s knees almost give out if she wasn’t being held by Veronica as a loud moan left Zetari. Veronica smiled and liked up to Zetari’s ear as she whispered. “Moan for me kitten. You have full permission to cum whenever you want. “Go on, make a beautiful mess for your goddess~” These words coupled with the stimulation made Zetari scream as a powerful orgasm washed over her. The orgasm was so much stronger and more intense thanks to the aphrodisiac. Veronica didn’t slow down as she helped Zetari ride out her orgasm in full before slowing her pleasure. Veronica spoke softly in a calm loving tone. “Shhhh it’s ok dear. Come down for me. Breath. Shhh it’s ok I’m here.” The words of comfort soothed Zetari’s mind as she slowly woke back up from the high. Suddenly Veronica removed her hand from Zetari’s panties as she then licked her fingers clean. “Mmm. Now that’s a good airline snack.” Veronica said with a wicked grin as she deeply kissed Zetari. Eventually the too girls left the bathroom with messy hair and kiss marks all over their necks as they sat back down and waited for the plan to land, holding hands and snuggling the entire time.

After a few more hours of smooth flying, the plane lands on the port airport of the island nation as the sweet and cool sea breeze blows through Zetari and Verona’s hair. The sun is bright and warm as Veronica and Zetari can already smell delicious local food. The two girls make their way to the luxury hotel and their platinum pent house suet with a massive bed, a private hot tub, and all the wonderful things of high living. The girls spent most of the afternoon laying in bed cuddling and looking up places on the large island to go to. Eventually the sun begins to set and the loving couple decide to take a barefoot walk along the beach. The couple dressed in cute bikinis with long flowing pure white and black silk robes. The cool sea breeze almost chills as it blows from the crystal clear waves crashing onto the black sand. The sun paints the sky in a beautiful painting of purple and pinks, which makes Veronica and Zetari seem even more beautiful to each other. Zetari can’t help but look for sea shells to collect and take back home, as Veronica is lost in staring at her beloved. Veronica speaks, holding Zetari’s hand tight. “So, exited? We get quite a few fun days here. All kinds of fun and slightly sexy adventures all while we plan the wedding.” Zetari can’t help but smile as she stares at her soon to be wife. “I’m so lucky I met you Veronica. I remember when we first met and how scared I was… but you helped me grow and bloom so much. I love you more then anything my little goth moth.” Zetari spoke with genuine love and care as small tears of joy formed in the corner of her eye.

Veronica smiled warmly and pulled Zetari into a deep hug and held her close. “I love you so much too Zetari. The moment I saw how you were treated I wanted to give you the world. And every day I seemed to fall in love with you all over again every day. I love you so much there aren’t enough words in our language to say it properly.” Zetari felt tears of love and joy roll down her face as she had the dumbest biggest smile on her face as she hugged her soon to be wife. They were destined to be together. Their love was strong and pure, and they had an entire island to explore together as they planned the wedding of their dreams. Veronica and Zetari would wait long into the star filled night before returning to their fancy hotel. The stars sparkled like thousands of lighthouses in the endless astral sea, which made Zetari look divine to Veronica. Eventually they returned to their room, undressed completely and laid in their bed cuddling. Their naked body was sensitive from the cold sea air. However their bodies were pulled together as their warmth was shared as Veronica pet Zetari’s hair, humming Zetari’s favorite song. The soft blanket allowed Zetari to drift into a deep calm as she was so close to Veronica. They could feel their breath and heartbeat slow and synchronize.

#wlw smut #wlw story #gay story #gay smut #wholesome #smut

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montgomery-cannon · 1 year

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yes, sir a flashback self para

Yondo stirred, the light of the morning sun lancing in through a window and onto his face. “Ugh,” he grumbled. “Is it morning already?” He rolled over to see Monty sitting on the edge of his bed. Yondo put a gentle hand on the small of his bare back before sliding up to take hold of his shoulders. “You’re awfully quiet this morning.”

Monty straightened his posture at Yondo’s touch. “Yondo... we can’t -”

“Can’t what? Who’s going to stop us?” Yondo slid his fingers through Monty’s hair before beginning to trace the numerous tattoos on his back. He pulled his finger across the mountains of Blue Ridge that indicated Monty’s military ranking. He traced over the intricate geometric pattern that told the story of his ascent through the ranks. In between his shoulder blades was a river that flowed down his spine - a painful tattoo session that he went through for leading his first battalion in open war against a Sylvanian incursion.

There were others more geometric in nature - circles for years of service, triangles for commemorative promotions, and a twisting zigzag spiral reserved for members of the Tribal Guardsmen. That was one still raised and red, freshly put there only a week ago. But all of Montgomery’s tattoos came together in a tapestry of nature painted in ink across his back as Yondo traced each one.

“We are meant to be celebrating, Monty.” Monty squeezed his eyes shut as Yondo brought his lips to the back of his neck. “You just got the highest honor our village doles out. The last time someone joined the Tribal Guardsmen? At your age?”

“I don’t want to talk about my father, if you don’t mind.”

“I’m just saying. You deserve all of this.” Yondo squeezed Monty’s shoulders, urging him to relax. “You are now the highest ranking military officer this side of Yellow Gorge. All of Blue Ridge is going to know your name by this time next month.”

Monty finally turned his body to look Yondo in the face. Yondo, who had been by his side for as long as he could remember. His original sparring partner. The one who had followed him into battle and fought by his side. Monty took Yondo’s face in his hand, and gently pulled him in to kiss him. He held his lips against his own for a moment longer before pulling away.

“That’s why. We can’t. I outrank you. This. Is inappropriate.”

Yondo wouldn’t take his hands off of Monty, holding him by the arms. “Montgomery Cannon. You are one of the most powerful men in Blue Ridge currently alive. You can have anything you want, and no one is going to question it. So what if you outrank me? I’ve seen you puke your guts out. I’ve helped clean up your blood when that zed almost got you. I’ve seen you at your worst - don’t I get to look at you when you’re at your best?”

He was right. Of course he was right. Yondo was always right. “We keep it a secret.”

Yondo flopped on the bed, taking Monty’s hand in his own and drawing circles in his palm. “Secret lover to Tribal Guardsman Montgomery Cannon. I can see the scandal now.”

“No one can find out. I mean it, Yondo.”

“Fine. Yes, sir.”

Monty looked down at Yondo, stretched out on the bed. “Say that again.”

“What? Yes, sir?”

“Again.”

A devilish smile flashed to Yondo’s face. “It’s a secret. Yes, sir.”

This was Monty’s cue to put his hands on Yondo. As the morning sun peeked through the window, Monty threw his body onto the man in front of him. This was a celebration, after all.

#look #me?#write a self para bc i want to use this gif?#ok yes that's what's happening #does this count as smut?#idk #also bc tumblr now thinks i love marvel #yondo's fc is now tenoch huerta #self para

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maskednihilism · 3 months

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💅 [i dont rp her but I think Hook would do this with him okay 🥺]

@shallliveoninsong || prompt! || For Hook

It was hard to say no to her. After all, she was Pitch Dark Hook the Great. And with the Overworld and Underworld mixing their cultures once again, the little leader had started to bloom into a curious person. Everything was new to her, so of course she wanted to try everything. One of those things was painting on nails.

Her enthusiasm was infectious, perhaps Sampo taught her too well. Eventually the business man caved into her demands. "Okay but let me file my nails first."

"You have long nails?!" She asked as the man removed his gloves. Her answer came and she was disappointed. They were short.

"No but if we're doing this, we're going to do it right." No half assing it!

So he showed her to properly file ones nails with a glass nail file. Her eyes were wide as they could be as she absorbed the information. Then Sampo handed her the file after he cleaned it to let her try.

It was a struggle at first but with the thief's guidance, her nails were to a more appropriate shape. She already picked out a color for them. A bright yellow polish she got from her trip in the Overworld.

After she opened the little polish bottle, Sampo slowly guided her hand over one of his nails to teach her how to paint. "Not too much polish so it doesn't spill everywhere, but not too little that you need to go back for more."

"Mhm! Got it!"

"Steady now, we're not in a rush. There you go!" It's a bit messy but for her first time, Hook did well. Only a minimal amount of polish was on his finger.

That excess was removed carefully with a nail cuticle pusher. "Nail cuticles is too advanced for you. We'll stick to polish." Koski had told her. But it still was useful to remove that excess. The two repeated the process on the rest of his nails. Until all ten fingers were bright yellow like her hair.

"Now we match Big Brother!" Hook cheered, wiggling her fingers at the thief. On her own nails, it seemed like someone had tried to do hers. Probably Natasha did it for her.

"That we do Boss! Now I can represent the Moles the right way."

"I'll paint it on Julian and his sister next! Thanks for letting me practice on you."

The Great Hook was looking away shyly. She really was a good kid at heart. Sampo patted her head softly as he laughed. "Any time Boss, I'll always be here to assist you."

"You better be! You've been slacking with that Silvermane Captain!"

Ah. A good kid and too sharp. "W-Well it's not slacking. It's work."

"But I always see you two laughing while playing tag. You're not skipping work are you?!"

"Oh, well you see, that is to say we—"

"No excuses subordinate Koski! You're going to help me find Julian right now!"

Ugh. Yeah, it was hard not to say no to her. Not when she was this sharp and eagel eyed.

#shallliveoninsong #double the pay double the service;; answers #platonic prompts #ooc. She drives a hard bargain!

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theghostfield · 1 year

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Staring at the invitation, written in a flamboyant scrawl and inexplicably, on perfumed parchment, Merreck sighed.

“Do I have to?” He could already assume the answer based on the expressions of his comrades, who all stared ardently up at him.

“He invited you and only you,” Valek pointed out, ignoring Merreck’s question entirely, “That means that Zar- er ‘Jarlaxle’ might not know the rest of us are here. Otherwise why would he not have invited us all?”

“Yeah…uh… I’m really not sure that’s the reaso…”

“It’s our best chance to rescue Saltbreeze!” Jimmy bowled over Merreck’s protest, standing up on his chair which put him nearly at eye level with his seated companions, “If you can distract him we may be able to sneak past his men.”

“You guys I just...If he knows I’m here he probably knows about the rest of you...”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Valek countered, standing abruptly to pace around the table as he formulated his plan, “It’s no secret that your family is in Luskan on business...and you aren’t exactly subtle Mr. Knight in Shining Armor.”

He rapped his knuckles against the back of Merreck’s polished silver breastplate, making the clang of metal reverberate through his frame.

“Gah! Stop!” Merreck recoiled, slapping his hand away, “I can’t stand when you do that!”

Valek pointedly ignored his complaints and continued to slowly circle the table, “What I’m saying is we’re a lot less conspicuous, there’s no reason he should know we’re here with you.”

“You should go!” Jimmy insisted, “Find out what he wants while we go get Saltbreze. Then you can tell us all his secrets!”

“Are you forgetting that he tried to kidnap me last time I set foot on that ship,” Merreck argued emphatically, “He’s definitely angling for another fool to stumble into his spider’s web and I’d rather it not be me this time.”

“That’s racist Merreck,” Valek mock chastised him with a truly unendurable air of superiority.

“Ugh,” he groaned, scrubbing his hands against his eyes in frustration, “Please! I...I don’t even have anything to wear.”

———

Sundown found Merreck, despite his vehement protests, stepping from a precariously rickety carriage onto the grimy streets of the Luskan dock ward. Valek had unearthed his fine evening wear from the bottom of his trunk, unbeknownst to him Lady Clarel had packed it away more than a year ago when he’d mostly ceased attending formal engagements.

He recognized the familiar profiles of the Heartbreaker, Hellraiser and Eyecatcher moored a ways out in the bay, windows glowing warmly with lamplight. Two oddly well dressed deckhands leaned casually against a piling of a nearby dock, waiting beside a dingy and looking out of place in the scruffy surroundings. Merreck knew them at once as the strangely handsome faces of Jarlaxle’s disguised crewmen were all nearly interchangeable.

Straightening a bit as he approached, they regarded him incuriously.

“Master Clarel, I expect?” one of them grated out between clenched teeth, obviously trying to conceal a heavy elven accent and more than a little distain, “This way...the captain awaits.”

After an awkward but blessedly brief boat ride spent dodging the dual looks of mingling distaste and irritation, Merreck was escorted briskly across the familiar deck of the Eyecatcher. Several other deckhands paused in their duties to glower in his direction as they passed, all of whom possessed those uncannily similar good looks.

Leaning against the railing overlooking the bay stood a slim, yellow haired elven woman. Her form was nearly silhouetted by the setting sun, painting quite a striking image with her large, dashing hat against the red and purple backdrop of the sky.

She turned as they approached and Merreck immediately took note of the familiar rakish smirk and black leather eyepatch.

“Ah! The young Lord Clarel at last~” she came towards him, arms outstretched and Merreck experienced a moment of internal panic as it seemed she meant to embrace him. Instead she stopped a few feet in front of him, spinning in a slow circle, tossing her golden curls back over her shoulder.

“What do you think of my outfit?”

Merreck observed her tightly fitted trousers and frilled, low cut blouse blandly.

“Another of your alternate personas?” He questioned, already tired of whatever game they were currently playing.

“Oh yes indeed! Molly Seaspirit, a merchant sailor out of Silverymoon. As you can imagine, she has been instrumental in smoothing interactions with the guilds and smugglers alike~” She glanced coyly over her shoulder, the playful glint in her grey-blue eye turning to puzzlement as she took in Merreck’s lack of reaction.

“It’s very...uh...blonde,” came his unenthused reply.

She cocked her head, looking him up and down quizzically.

“Ah yes,” her delicate features split into a knowing grin as she turned back to face him, “How could I forget? Of course you prefer me like this~”

Reaching up, she tipped the wide brim of her hat and as she did her form shimmered and shifted right before his eyes. In an instant none other than Captain Zardoz Zord himself was standing in her place, tall, strapping and familiarly unclothed save for the loincloth, boots and hat.

Merreck fought valiantly to maintain his neutral expression but could feel his face heat at the display regardless. In the end he couldn’t help but avert his eyes in embarrassment.

“I would prefer for you to speak to me with your true face. I have had quite enough of your duplicity to last a lifetime.” He replied, red faced and exasperated.

“Well far be it from me to deny such a request from a Noble of Waterdeep,” came the sarcastic reply. Merreck glanced up as Zord swept his hat from his head with a dramatic flourish, sinking into an absurd bow so low the large crimson feather brushed the wood of the deck. The illusion dissipated a moment later and Jarlaxle Baenre straightened back up, replacing his foppish hat with a mischievous gleam in his uncovered eye.

He opened his mouth, likely for another witty remark but stopped short as Merreck held up a hand, “Please...if this is to be a civil meeting I must insist that you dispense with the incessant teasing, I am already exhausted with this conversation and it’s scarcely begun.”

Jarlaxle did close his mouth, if only long enough to give him another, much slower once over.

“You come onto my ship looking like that and accuse me of being a tease?” He tisked and shook his head with a wry smile.

Bewildered, Merreck instinctively looked down at himself, unsure of what that comment was even implying. His blue silk doublet and dark trousers were finely made but had little in the way of embellishment nor were they particularly fashionable (Valek admonished his lack of taste at every possible opportunity), and perhaps even a little too snug in the shoulders as he’d grown a half inch and filled out some in his final growth spurt. He’d never bothered to have his evening wear tailored as he so rarely wore it.

There was also a week’s worth of stubble along his jaw from neglecting his morning routine during the sea voyage and his hair was definitely overlong. He’d tied it back as best he could with a length of plain blue ribbon he’d borrowed from his sister but he could feel that some tendrils had already escaped and were blowing haphazardly across his face in the ocean breeze.

The open hunger in Jarlaxle’s expression was especially perplexing given that he himself was dressed impeccably with his tailored frock coat of deep plum velvet and airy, white linen shirt left artfully unlaced to offer a glimpse of dark collarbone. And this was to say nothing of the dove grey breeches which were so well fitted Merreck would bet gold he had to be sewn into them in the morning. A pair of high, polished black boots and that ever present feathered hat completed the ensemble.

Jarlaxle was smirking when his gaze wandered back up to his face, causing Merreck to blush, realizing he’d been caught staring.

“Well my dear, there is no reason I can think of to stand about out here in the wind,” Jarlaxle grinned, sidling up beside him and, not missing the opportunity to unsubtly feel up the muscles of his bicep, looped an arm through his to lead him towards the captain’s quarters, “Come, there will be ample opportunity to admire all of my finest assets while we dine.”

The deckhands accompanied them to the door and lingered there, nodding deferentially to Jarlaxle as he passed but leveling Merreck with distrustful glares behind his back.

“That will be all,” Jarlaxle dismissed them with a wave and thankfully, they did finally depart.

Jarlaxle motioned for him to be seated and swept around to sit at the opposite end of the table which, of course, was set in grand fashion with silver and gold filigree tableware, a large stately candelabra and decanters of both white and red wine.

Jarlaxle reached across to pour Merreck’s cup full of the white before doing the same for himself as another well groomed crewman entered followed closely by a pair of nimblewrites bearing steaming bowls full of some sort of seafood stew.

“The first course is to be bouillabaisse with rouille,” he announced as the automatons set the dishes before them, giving a curt bow and quickly following them out.

Merreck thought he saw a quick flick of his wrist as he retreated that could have only been handsign. He didn’t understand the language however, and if Jarlaxle noticed it he gave no indication or acknowledgement.

Merreck eyed his bowl warily, moving the contents about with his spoon but hesitating to take a bite despite the enticing spicy aroma.

“Darling, it’s not poisoned if that’s what’s worrying you,” Jarlaxle chuckled, reaching across the table to dip his own spoon into Merreck’s bowl. He brought the spoonful to his own mouth and made a great show of swallowing it down, “Mmm~ See? You’ve nothing to fear from me or anyone on my ship.”

Merreck couldn’t help but scoff at the allusion to his personal safety given what had taken place last time he boarded this particular vessel but tucked into his bowl all the same since, despite his apprehension, he was famished.

The food was excellent, flavorful and subtly spicy in a way that Waterdhavian fare was typically not. It reminded him a bit of his mother’s cooking when she’d use the various colorful spices they’d buy off of the trade ships coming in from Calimport and Chult.

“So,” Jarlaxle smiled, setting down his spoon and refilling his goblet, “I’ve heard some very interesting talk of late, concerning you and your colorful associates.”

“My...uh?” Merreck stuttered nervously, reaching for his own goblet to wet his suddenly dry throat, “My associates? W-what have you heard...”

“I heard tell that you fought Lord Cassalanter on the steps of his estate in front of half the city and a gaggle of nobles,” he replied with an unsettlingly knowing expression, crossing his legs and leaning heavily on one arm of his chair, “What a sight that must have been...”

Merreck nearly choked on his mouthful of wine.

“O-oh...that...well it certainly wasn’t half the city!” he responded indignantly, “Maybe 100 or so people but they...mostly...well...”

He hung his head a bit and sighed, taking another deep drink.

“Ah, have I upset you?” Jarlaxle questioned drinking from his cup as well, “My apologies for bringing up a sore subject.”

“No it’s...fine...” Merreck responded perhaps a bit glumly, “it’s just...not one of our proudest moments...”

The second course was delivered moments later, swordfish steak with a similarly spiced sauce. It was equally as delicious as the first course and Merreck dug in, eager to occupy his mouth before he could be made to answer more bemusing questions.

Jarlaxle watched him devour the meal, looking extremely pleased at his enjoyment of it.

“You’re quite fortunate you know,” he smiled, long fingers teasing at the stem of his goblet, “My lieutenant, Fel’rekt, prepared this meal for us and he only cooks for my most esteemed guests. He has become quite the able chef in his time upon my vessel don’t you think?”

“He’s not the one who shot at me when I was drowning in the harbor is he?” Merreck questioned, narrowing his eyes and accusatorially jabbing a delectable forkful of flaky swordfish in Jarlaxle’s direction.

“No that will have been Krebbyg,” Jarlaxle chuckled, “He can be a bit of a handfull... Fel’rekt is much more even tempered. You two might even get along, shall I introduce you?”

“No! Ahem...no,” Merreck cleared his throat and sipped at his wine, “My compliments to the chef and all but I believe I’ve interacted with enough of your crew for the one night.”

“Ah too bad...the three of us could get up to such fun together,” Jarlaxle smiled wistfully, “I suppose he must be busy at the moment anyway...entertaining our other guests~”

“Other guests?” Merreck questioned, stuffing the flaky morsel into his mouth.

Jarlaxle smiled slyly, taking sip from his goblet, “Oh yes...I imagine they’ve arrived by now, yes?”

Merreck swallowed, cocking his head in confusion, “Well how should I know?”

“Oh come now...have you honestly already forgotten?” Jarlaxle’s highly amused grin was unsettling, “Wasn’t it your role to distract me? You are doing an excellent job by the way~”

Merreck felt his blood run cold, the pleasant buzz he had been riding from the wine doused in an instant.

“W-what?”

“Let me guess...” Jarlaxle mused, leaning back and casually swirling the wine in his goblet, “those...charming...companions of yours are below deck as we speak, attempting to carry out some ill conceived rescue mission.”

“I...” Merrick found himself at a total loss for words, “I don’t know what you’re talking about...”

He knew his lie was showing on his face, he was blushing for Tir’s sake. Dropping his gaze inadvertently got him another eyeful of the open collar of Jarlaxle’s shirt which unabashedly displayed a long V of dark skin. Merreck licked his lips unconsciously and reached for his goblet to wet his dry mouth. Jarlaxle moved in his seat causing the fabric to shift, revealing even more skin and Mereck’s eyes shot back up to find him smirking back at him from his position, reclined against the arm of his chair. His visable eye sparkled with mischief, a look that Merrick remembered well and that flooded him immediately with all sorts of conflicting feelings. He squirmed slightly in his seat and heard Jarlaxle laugh.

“Don’t worry, if they are, I wont tell~” He shifted again, leaning forward this time with his chin propped on the back of his hands, “I just hope they don’t injure too many of my men in their little heist…healing them gets expensive.”

Merrick gaped at him, “You’re not going to stop them?”

“Hmm, no I don’t think I will~” Jarlaxle grinned, “I may have taken your gnome friend in...let’s say a heightened state of emotion, but I am no slaver and can assure you they’ve been treated with the utmost respect. If their accommodations are no longer to their liking, I will certainly not prevent them from leaving.”

Merrick sighed and took another drink, draining his goblet, “So if my being here is serving no actual purpose...am I free to go?”

“Go? Why?” Jarlaxle feigned offense, “We’ve been having such a lovely evening! It would be a true shame to leave this grand meal uneaten and this fine wine undrunk.”

“So then am I to be your new hostage?”

Jarlaxle scoffed, leaning back in his chair, “Please, don’t sound so dour. All I want is to make you a proposition...stay, finish dinner with me, help me drink this excellent vintage and when you return to your family, tell you Lord Father that Captain Zardoz Zord was a perfect gentleman who treated you with the utmost propriety. If you promise to uphold your end of the bargain, I will instruct my men to stand down and allow your companions to succeed in their endeavor unimpeded.”

Merrick narrowed his eyes in suspicion, “And what exactly do you get out of this arrangement? Do you expect me to believe you’d release Saltbreeze to us just for a bit of lip service and the pleasure of my company?”

Jarlaxle’s grin grew impossibly more lascivious, “I wasn’t aware that the...ah...‘pleasure’ of your company was up for negotiation. And as for ‘lip service’ well...I was left quite bereft after our last rendezvous imagining what could have been...all that we might have done had we more than the one night together~”

“Well…and the morning...” Merreck murmured, voice scarcely audible.

“Ah yes...how could I forget the morning,” Jarlaxle sighed wistfully, removing his hat to mockingly fan himself with it.

Merreck flushed and dropped his eyes, reaching to pour himself another cup of wine just to have something to do with his hands.

Jarlaxle watched him down the cup with heat in his gaze as the nimblewrites returned to clear the dishes from the previous course.

“It’s ok to think about it you know...” he continued once they had departed, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“H-have you?” Merreck replied nearly in a whisper.

“Have I what?” He could hear the smirk in Jarlaxle’s voice.

“Thought about it?”

“Of course, I remember that night very fondly don’t you?”

“I...It’s complicated...” Merreck sighed, gazing still into the dregs of his wine, You betrayed us...you might have killed me...”

Jarlaxle scoffed dismissively, “I’d not have killed you! Honestly, you’re a nobleman and the heir to a Lordship, you seriously have no understanding of your own value do you?”

“Well I suppose you must have when you attempted to kidnap me!” Merreck spat back, “You say you’re no slaver, well what in the 9 hells would you call that?”

“Most civilizations make a clear distinction between ‘prisoner’ and ‘slave’ but either way, I’d call it insurance,” Jarlaxle replied with all the airs of nonchalance, “I’d have not allowed you to come to any harm or be made to compromise any of your precious morals. What would be the good in that to either of us?”

“Well I’d still call it criminal,” Merreck retorted, crossing his arms, “but despite all that happened…is it strange that I can’t bring myself to remember you unkindly?”

Jarlaxle gave an amused little chuckle, standing and striding over to the opposite side of the table. Merreck scooted his chair back suspiciously as he came to lean up against the table just beside him, swirling the wine in his goblet, “I don’t find it strange at all. Do you ‘remember me’ often? Unkindly or…otherwise…”

Merreck flushed again glancing back down into his empty cup and mumbling something unintelligible.

“What’s that? Do speak up my dear~” Jarlaxle teased, placing his goblet down and leaning closer.

“It’s…embarrassing…” he murmured in reply fingers playing nervously over the silver embossing on his empty goblet.

Pushing off from his perch against the edge of the table, Jarlaxle stepped forward, one leg coming to rest on either side of Merreck’s knees which he suddenly had to actively work to keep from trembling.

“Like I said…there is nothing to be embarrassed of.” He plucked the empty cup from Merreck’s fumbling fingers and placed it back on the table beside his own, “If it gets you all hot and bothered thinking back on our little tryst…well, I would consider it the highest of compliments.”

Reaching down he traced the rough edge of Merreck’s jaw, smirking as his eyes fluttered shut at the touch, head tipping back a little as Jarlaxle seated himself comfortably astride his lap.

“What are you up to now?” Merreck sighed with the distinct feeling that he was somehow being made fun of again.

“You can’t tell?” Jarlaxle smirked, arms coming up to drape over his broad shoulders, “I’m obviously seducing you...Is it working?”

“It isn’t...uh...not...working...” came Merreck’s hesitant reply, fingers clenching nervously on the arm of the chair.

“Mmmm…good,” Jarlaxle purred, lips hovering a tantalizing centimeter away from his, “I wonder…do you remember how I like to be kissed?”

Merreck swallowed audibly.

“I…I think so…” he whispered in reply, images of that night flashing to the forefront of his mind with surprising clarity.

“Hmm…prove it~” Jarlaxle breathed, letting their lips brush teasingly as he spoke.

Merreck chewed his lip, hesitating for a moment, before closing the millimeter of distance and pressing their lips together in a tender, closed mouth kiss.

He could feel Jarlaxle’s lips quirk up under his as slender fingers caressed the shell of his ear, making him shiver. When they parted Jarlaxle stayed close, pressing their foreheads together, wearing an amused smile.

“Mmmm…lovely. However, I remember things a bit differently…if I may~”

Merreck’s breath hitched as Jarlaxle’s hands tightened in his hair, tugging his head back and leaning over him. He scarcely had the time to draw a single shaky breath before he was being kissed, properly this time. His trembling fingers gripped onto Jarlaxle’s knees to ground himself against the heady onslaught of sensation. Jarlaxle’s breath was hot on his upper lip and the fingers in his hair scratched gently against his scalp causing pleasant tingles to radiate down his spine and goose flesh to break out along his arms.

Jarlaxle hummed, a low purr in he back of his throat, and tugged gently on Merreck’s lower lip with his teeth, drawing a gasp out of him as they parted.

Flushed and more than a little breathless, Merreck cast his eyes down shyly to where his thumb idly traced the seam on the inside of Jarlaxle’s knee, tonguing absently at his lip.

“Hmmm,” Jarlaxle mused, tilting Merreck’s head back up with a hand under his jaw, “You’ve not been kissed in some time have you?”

“Not since the last time...with you...” Merreck admitted, amber eyes tantalizingly soft and earnest as he looked up.

“Honestly?” Jarlaxle cocked an eyebrow, sounding incredulous, “With a face like this I’d think you’d be beating those Waterdhavian boys back with a stick.”

“I thought I asked you to stop teasing me...” Merreck sighed, turning out of Jarlaxle’s grasp defiantly.

“Teasing you?” Jarlaxle smiled, running his hands back to twine into his golden hair, pulling loose the ribbon that had barely been holding it in it’s messy tail “Dear boy I’m not teasing you...I’m flirting with you. And trying to understand how someone who looks like this could have remained so perplexingly celibate all this time.”

“I...uh...I’ve...just not met the right person I guess,” Merreck replied, with flushed cheeks as Jarlaxle continued to card clever fingers through his hair. His hands slid up from where they rested upon Jarlaxles knees to grip at his subtly shifting hips.

“Oh?” Jarlaxle grinned, “Choosy are you? Not that I blame you of course…you’d hardly be the first I’ve completely ruined for other men~”

“That sounds an awful lot like teasing,” Merreck accused, tightening his hold on Jarlaxle’s slim hips in warning.

Jarlaxle just gave a pleased hum at the subtle display of force and a rougher roll of his hips, making Merreck gasp and screw his eyes shut against the sudden stimulation.

“So sorry love, I find it terribly difficult to control the impulse around you...” he replied, tone sickly sweet and dripping with amusement, “And I’m afraid I must admit that I have been much less chaste in our time apart~”

“Less...chaste?” Merreck questioned absently, Jarlaxle’s writhing in his lap causing him to lose the thread of the conversation.

“Mmhmm...” Jarlaxle hummed, turning to draw his nose along the scratchy curve of Merreck’s cheek, “but I have so looked forward to our reunion...”

Merreck turned into the insistent nuzzling, receiving another heated kiss and a purposeful roll of Jarlaxle’s hips. This time when he felt the press of teeth against his lip, Merreck allowed his mouth to be teased open and when their tongues brushed Jarlaxle groaned shamelessly, tugging slightly at Merreck’s hair.

“I shall-ah...shall have to tell Artemis that my theory is proving correct~” Jarlaxle breathed against his mouth as they parted, arching his back and grinding against him roughly, seeming to enjoy the way Merreck’s growing hardness pressed insistently up against him through their layers of clothing.

“Wh-“ Merreck began to interject

“Human boys really are bigger…”

“W-wait...” Merreck broke away from the kiss abruptly, stilling Jarlaxle’s hips with a firm grip, “Who’s Artemis?”

Surprisingly, Jarlaxle looked almost abashed for a moment, perhaps as if he hadn’t meant to speak the name aloud and had surprised himself. He chuckled softly, thumb smoothing over Merreck’s kiss swollen lower lip, “No one you need worry yourself about...It was rude of me to bring up another man at a time like this. I apologize.”

“So he’s one of your ‘other men’ then?” Merreck questioned, unswayed by the tender touch, “Just how many of them are there?”

Jarlaxle sat back and crossed his arms. His lips still curved in an easy smile but there was a sudden minute shift in his expression, a subtle sharpness to his eye that hadn’t been present before.

“Hundreds? Perhaps more? And not just men but women and everything in between as well. What should it matter to you?” He answered cooly.

“I-it doesn’t...I just...hundreds??” Merreck stuttered, looking little pale, “You know if you have others...someone you’d rather be with...you don’t have to...uh...do this....with me. I don’t exactly have a lot of experience...”

Jarlaxle’s gaze softened, warmth returning to his expression as he tipped Merreck’s chin back up.

“Oh come now, don’t look so dejected,” he leaned in, pressing the length of his svelte body up against Merreck’s chest, arms coming to languidly drape over his shoulders again, “There are no others here now...just us two.”

Merreck could feel his interest plainly now, pressing through those tight trousers and up against his stomach and, well, he doubted even Jarlaxle was capable of faking that…

“And as to your inexperience,” Jarlaxle continued, breathing the words directly into his ear in a way that made his breath hitch and rekindled that insistent heat low in his belly, “Well, there really is nothing to do for it but practice. Vigorously~”

Merreck groaned as Jarlaxle rocked his hips again and kissed the rough underside of his jaw.

“I like this,” he crooned, brushing his nose against the scratchy stubble of his chin, “Very rugged...it’s a good look for you~”

“Valek says it...ah...says it makes me look disheveled…” Merreck sighed, letting his head fall back, allowing Jarlaxle access to continue pressing hot kisses all down the front of his throat.

Jarlaxle chuckled against his skin, hands meandering down his chest to find the buckle of the wide belt about his waist, “Well perhaps…your friend Valek is jealous that he cannot grow one himself~”

Merreck couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the notion as deft fingers easily unbuckled his belt and tossed it to the floor. A hand then wormed it’s way up under his doublet and shirt, pressing flat against the bare skin of his stomach.

“Mmn...” Merreck arched back against the wandering fingers as the scrape of teeth on his neck sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.

“Shall we take this off hmmm?” Jarlaxle purred, plucking at one of the brass buttons on his doublet.

“Yeah…ok…” Merreck breathed as the hand retreated from beneath his top. He felt the tension on the silk release in increments as Jarlaxle teasingly thumbed the buttons from their loops. Leaning forward into another kiss, he allowed the garment to be slid from his shoulders and discarded.

Jarlaxle’s fingers next took to loosening his cravat, tugging it from its knot and pulling ever so slowly so that the silk whispered erotically over his throat.

Merreck ran his tongue hot over the shell of Jarlaxle’s pointed ear in response, biting teasingly at the golden rings that dangled from it.

Jarlaxle reaction was nearly feral, growling and gripping Merreck’s jaw to turn his head back and lick into his mouth he arched, his whole body going taught as a bowstring.

“Ah...do you want to do it right here?” Jarlaxle was practically panting against his mouth as they parted, gripping at his hair and the collar of his shirt, “You could have me right on this table, I assure you it’s quite sturdy...I’ve more than throughly tested it~”

“What about...your men?” Merreck gasped between kisses.

“What about them?” Jarlaxle purred, enjoying the pleasant way Merreck’s stubble tickled as he kissed along his chin and jaw, “Come on...remind me what all those muscles can do~”

The words were like a stab of heat in Merreck’s belly. In a single swift movement he’d gripped underneath Jarlaxle’s thighs and lifted him bodily, pressing him back roughly to sit upon the tables edge.

Jarlaxle hissed his approval, legs coming up to wrap around Merreck’s waist.

“Not just big but strong too...yes I remember quite well~” Jarlaxle breathed into his ear, “You could just about snap me in half couldn’t you?”

“I...ah…” Merreck gasped against his shoulder, “I don’t want to hurt you...”

“I’d really love to see you try...” Jarlaxle chuckled, laving his hot tongue over a bite mark on his pulse point.

Gripping his wrists roughly, Merreck called his bluff, pinning him down to the table before taking his mouth in another hungry kiss.

“Mmmmn that’s it,” Jarlaxle breathed against his lips, testing Merreck’s grip, clearly thrilled to find he could not easily break it, “What will you do now that you have me trapped~”

“I…um…” Merreck trailed off, immediately losing the nerve he’d managed to work up just a moment ago.

“No need to be nervous Love,” Jarlaxle purred, relaxing back fully to drape himself suggestively along the length of the table, throughly playing up his submission, “Tell me what you’re thinking about~”

“I…uh…I’d like to try…what you said earlier…with my…my mouth…”

“Oh?” Jarlaxle grins, his interest obviously piqued.

“I’ve never done it though…I might be bad at it…”

“Well you are fortunate to have a most experienced mentor at your disposal then~”

Merreck swallowed nervously again, looking down over Jarlaxle’s prone form, fingers moving to tease apprehensively over the waistband of those impeccably tailored trousers.

“There’s no rush…” Jarlaxle assured gently, sensing his apprehension and sitting up on an elbow, “Come, kiss me some more, we’ll work up to it~”

Merreck gratefully accepted the diversion, leaning over the table as Jarlaxle hummed in approval, arms coming around his neck to pull him in.

They kissed again, Jarlaxle’s tongue curling behind his teeth as knees tighten against his hips. Merreck groaned, kisses trailing down over Jarlaxle’s chin and along his throat. Since his shirt was conveniently already open, Merreck encountered no interference as he dragged his mouth down the centre of his chest. Jarlaxle gave a pleased hum and tangled a hand in Merreck’s hair as he moved down his body, not pushing exactly but certainly guiding him in the right direction.

He laughed as Merreck’s eyes flicked up to glare at him in annoyance, “Oh yes, look at me like that~ Now I believe it’s you who is seducing me.”

Merreck gave an indignant huff, the soft press of his mouth turning into a sharp pinch of teeth.

“HahaAH!” Jarlaxle’s laugh gave rise to a surprised gasp as he was bitten, “Mmmn yes! Just like that!”

Merreck huffed a laugh against his skin, tongue dragging hot over the bite as Jarlaxle’s hips twitched under his hands in response.

There was the barest sound, only a soft rattle and ‘click’ of the doorknob. Before Merreck could even think to react, Jarlaxle had planted a foot firmly on his sternum and pushed him smoothly back into his chair. The door opened not a second later to reveal one of the crewman who paused and narrowed his eyes at the two of them.

Luckily, thanks to Jarlaxle’s quick reaction their position was not as compromising as it could have been but Merreck’s flushed face, disheveled hair and obvious déshabillé surely gave them away. Jarlaxle of course, was perched lightly on the edge of the table, unflustered as you please, looking as though he’d been interrupted doing nothing more scandalous than discussing the weather.

“Pardon the intrusion Captain,” the crewman bit out between clenched teeth, “The nimblewrights are waiting to clear the dinner service. I will send them off if you are…indisposed…”

Jarlaxle waved a hand dismissively, “No need, send them in. We were just about to retire to my quarters for a nightcap. Isn’t that right Master Clarel?”

Merreck, who had dropped his red face into his hands only groaned in mortification.

“Right away Captain,” the crewman replied with a hint of smugness in his voice before departing. The nimblewrights entered moments later and began mechanically clearing the table around them.

“Oops,” Jarlaxle chuckled turning back to Merreck who was still refusing to look up.

“Perhaps it is for the best,” he soothed, stroking Merreck’s fringe back from where it obscured his face, “As exhilarating as a dalliance upon the nearest flat surface may be…well…there is a large bed in my quarters which, I’m sure you remember, is markedly more comfortable. What do you say~”

When an unintelligible reply was all he received, Jarlaxle took his hand and coaxed him gently out of his seat. Following compliantly, Merreck allowed himself to be led towards the ornate double doors that he knew opened into the bedroom.

It was much as he remembered. A large, velvet draped bed still took up the majority of the space with an opulently carved mahogany dresser and armoire set against one wall and a matching writing desk against the other. It was clean if not a bit cluttered. The bed was made and the furniture free of dust but the desk and top of the dresser were laden with an assortment of strange objects and instruments the function of which Merreck could scarcely even guess at. Hanging off of one bed post was a second feathered hat and a cloak that almost seemed to oscillate between colors of the rainbow in the lamplight, obviously Jarlaxle’s, as well as a set of dark clothing folded and draped over the back of the desk chair which were obviously not. Before he could dwell too long on who they might belong to, Jarlaxle had drawn him close with a smile and they were kissing again.

Jarlaxle walked him back towards the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as they went until it could be pulled from his shoulders and tossed carelessly to the carpet. A shiver coursed over Merreck’s body as his feverish skin was exposed to the cool air. The back of his knees hit the bed and he stumbled, sitting down heavily on the mattress. Jarlaxle gripped the bed posts and leaned over him, gaze almost predatory.

“This is a nice view,” he smirked, voice low and velvety as he tipped Merreck’s chin up again, running his thumb over his kiss swollen lower lip, “Shall we pick up where we left off then?”

TBC!

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Gochi Fall Event 2022

I’m bringing over the story I wrote for Day 3 for the GoChi Fall Event this year.

Title: Sunsets Pairing: Goku/Chi-Chi Characters: Goku, Chi-Chi, Gohan and unborn Goten

“Gohan, Goku, let’s go. It’s getting late.” Chi-Chi said from the stairs. “We won’t get to see the sunset if you don’t come down soon.” “Chi-Chi, I think this shirt is ridiculous. It’s ugly.” Goku said from their bedroom. “It’s not ugly, you’re just used to your fighting outfit.” “I can wear other clothes, but this is just… hideous.” “I agree with dad.” “Why don’t you come downstairs and I’ll take a look?” “Okay.” She turned to walk into the living room and almost fell down when she bumped into them. “Ugh, I hate it when you two teleport inside the house like that. I never know when to expect it.” “Sorry, mom.” “I’ll try to be more careful next time.” “I’d really rather you not do it inside again. Let me see how you two look.” Chi-Chi gave a couple steps back. “It’s not that bad. I actually think it’s cute that you two are matching shirts.” “I don’t like these colors.” Goku looked down at his clothing. “Orange and dark green together? It’s a strange combination.” “They are autumn tones. You know, the same tones from the leaves that fall from the trees in this season.” She looked at them and saw their bothered expressions. “But if they bother you so much, you can wear your black jackets over it and it should be fine.” “That’d be better.” “So are we settled?” “I think so.” “Then let’s go.” The wind in the top of the mountain messed Chi-Chi’s long black hair and she felt a strong urge to tie it on a bun, but fought it. She looked at her right and saw both Goku and Gohan were lying down on the grass staring up at the sky that was painted in yellow, red and orange tones. “You’re right.” She embraced her knees and smiled. “Seeing the sunset from here was amazing. If I could, I would come here everyday to see it.” “We could. This could be our tradition. You, me and Gohan watching the sunset together from here.” “I like it.” “Me too.” She lied down next to him and snuggled close to his body. Goku wrapped his arm around her. “This feels good. I love living far from the city, it’s so calm and peaceful.” “Yeah, and there’s a lot of space for me and Gohan to train. Right, son?” He turned to Gohan, only to find him sleeping heavily. “All that time he spent with Piccolo four years ago made easy for him to sleep anywhere.” “I don’t even want to imagine everything he had to go through there. He was so little.” “Things turned out great in the end.” “Luckily.” Chi-Chi yawned. “I think we should go home.” “Already? But it’s so good in here.” “I know, but Gohan is sleeping and I don’t want him to feel sore for sleeping on the ground.” “Okay.” He sat up when she pulled away from him and picked their son up. “Let’s go.” ***** Goku was gathering the leaves that fell down from the trees near the house the day before and during the night and a large hill was made. “Damn, gave me a lot of work.” He wiped the sweat off his forehead and placed his arm on the rake. “Chi-Chi, where should I put the leaves now?” “I don’t know, wherever you want to put them is fine. Just don’t bring them inside and take them away from our yard.” “Got it.” “Hey, dad.” Gohan approached him. “Do you want to fight a little?” “Right now?” Goku dropped the rake right away, already feeling excited about the idea of fighting with his son. “Yes, just for a little. I haven’t done that in a while.” “Alright, I’m in. Let me just change into my fighting suit.” He placed two fingers on his forehead and teleported to his bedroom, returning about thirty seconds later and noticing Gohan had done the same thing. “You still like wearing this outfit, don’t you?” “It allows me to move freely and be faster.” Gohan made a fighting pose. “Are you ready?” Goku followed him suit. “Bring it on, son.” What was meant to be just fifteen or twenty minutes turned into an hour. Chi-Chi didn’t mind it until she heard a scream followed by a noise that made clear to her that the leaves were spread all over the yard again. “What is going on over here?” She appeared on the door with her hands on her hips. “Goku, I specifically told you to get the leaves together, without scattering them all again.” “I’m sorry, Chi-Chi.” He immediately stood up and looked at her. “I did gather them, but Gohan and I started fighting and then…” He looked over his shoulder and let out a small laugh. “It’s my fault, mom.” Gohan appeared from the mount of leaves and wiped some that got stuck on his outfit. “I asked dad if we could train and a little, but we got carried away.” “Well, I don’t care who started it, but both of you will have to clean it up again or there won’t be any lunch for you.” “That’s mean, Chi-Chi.” “The faster you clean, the sooner you finish.” And with that, she went back inside. ***** By the end of the afternoon, Chi-Chi decided to go watch the sunset on the mountains on her own. Goku and Gohan were heavily sleeping and she didn’t want to wake them up. If they complained about it, she could say she wasn’t exactly alone. “I guess it’s just you and me this time, huh?” She lied down on the grass after letting her hair fall down over her shoulders and started rubbing her belly softly. “But pretty soon you’re gonna be watching this beautiful sunset with us.” She had found out she was pregnant a couple of weeks ago. She was feeling pretty nauseous, but managed to hide it from her boys. It wasn’t that difficult since they were always outside the house training and when they came back she was feeling much better. Part of her didn’t reveal it sooner because she was afraid of how things would be in the future. She wasn’t that against the idea of her giving birth to another boy and he’d follow Goku and Gohan’s path and become a fighter, like she was with Gohan. If anything, she was even contemplating the idea of helping them training him herself. Chi-Chi didn’t know exactly when she fell asleep, but at some point she heard her name being called and slowly opened her eyes. “Chi-Chi!” “Mom!” Gohan looked up at Goku, who was on the kitoun, up in the sky. “Do you see her?” “No.” He looked down at his son for a moment and then up again. “Wait… I see her.” “Where?” “Up in the mountain where we usually watch the sunset together.” “Go ahead. I’ll catch up with you soon.” “Alright. Let’s go, kitoun.” Seconds later, he jumped out of it and gave a few steps towards her. “Chi-Chi, are you okay?” “Yes, I’m fine. I was bored and you and Gohan were sleeping, so I thought I’d come here to watch the sunset.” “Alone? It can be dangerous.” “Oh, I wasn’t alone, trust me.” “Huh?” Goku raised an eyebrow with confusion. “Mom!” Gohan jumped up the mountain and ran to her when he reached the top. “We were worried about you. We didn’t see you in our house when we woke up.” “I’m sorry, darling. I came here to watch the sunset and ended up falling asleep without realizing.” “Well, do you want to go home now or do you want to stay here a little more?” “I want to stay here a little more with my son.” She grabbed his hand and then turned to her husband, doing the same. “And with my husband too. My two boys.” The small family was silently for a couple of minutes after that and a chilly breeze went through them. Chi-Chi shivered a little, which didn’t go unnoticed by Goku. He immediately took his jacket off and threw it over her shoulders. “Is that better?” “It is.” She looked at him with a smile. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” She took a deep breath and decided it was time to tell them the news, so she gave a light squeeze on both hands and the two Saiyans looked at her. “Goku, Gohan, there’s something I have to say to you.” “What is it?” Goku asked with curiosity. “You’re not sick, are you?” “No, sweetie. I’m not. Well, not exactly.” “I don’t understand it.” “You’re going to be a big brother.” “What?!” Gohan could barely contain his excitement. “Are you serious?” “Absolutely.” “That’s so great, mom!” He hugged her tight. “I’m so happy!” “I’m glad to hear that.” “We’re having another baby?” “That’s right.” Chi-Chi nodded. “We are.” “When did that…?” “A couple of months ago, when we…” She stopped talking as soon as she realized it would embarrass their oldest son. “Anyway, I was going to wait until tomorrow to tell you, but being right here right now seemed the perfect moment.” “This is the best news ever!” Gohan cheered. “I can’t wait to meet him already.” “Me either.” Goku echoed his thoughts. Chi-Chi looked down and smiled warmly. “I’m sure the baby can’t either.” ***** It was a cold November morning, but Chi-Chi still decided to go outside and spend some time by the river. She had a photo album in her hands, which was the first thing Gohan noticed when he approached her. “Mom, where did you find this photo album?” “Oh, it was hidden in the shelf in our living room.” She looked at him for a brief moment and then back at it. “I haven’t touched it in ages.” “Is this on the day you and dad got married?” “It is.” A smile appeared on her face. “This dress was actually from my mother. It was almost destroyed due to a fire in the castle I lived with my father your grandfather, but Goku saved it.” “Really? That’s so like dad.” “I agree. And then we got married.” “It seems like it was a cool ceremony.” “It was beautiful.” Chi-Chi said, reminiscing that moment in her mind. “Your father and I met when we were children.” “I didn’t know that. That’s so cool!” “Back then he promised to marry me.” “When you were kids?” “Yes. Having a family and a husband was always my dream. But we lost contact and didn’t see each other for a few years. In the meantime I started training and signed up for the fight tournament. Guess who was my first opponent?” “Dad. It’s kind of obvious.” “I know.” She couldn’t help but laugh. “Turns out he had forgotten about his promise and thought getting married had something to do with food and I was beyond angry at him. But Goku has always been a man of words, so he said he would marry me and here we are.” “Is this me?” Gohan pointed to another picture where he was in his father’s arms and she looked at him lovingly. “That’s you when you were only three months old. It took you a while to get used to being held by him, you always cried a lot.” “I wasn’t that pretty of a baby.” “Don’t say that. You were the prettiest baby ever.” “Of course he was. He’s my child.” Goku had the widest grin on his lips when he appeared behind them. Both Chi-Chi and Gohan looked over their shoulders, towards him. “See? Even your father agrees with me.” “I remember this moment.” The child pointed to another picture, where he was in Goku’s arms and had the red hat with the four-stars dragon ball at the top of it. “That was taken at the Kame’s house.” “It was on the day where I took you there for the first time. I still remember everyone’s surprise when I said you were my son.” “Yes, and Bulma thought I was a polite boy when she asked my age. I remember being scared of the turtle at first.” “But in the end you became friends with it.” Goku ruffled his son’s hair. “You’re an amazing child, Gohan. I’m proud of you.” “Me too.” “Thanks.” He blushed a little. “Do you think my brother or sister will be too?” “Definitely!” Chi-Chi said firmly. “Who couldn’t be proud of you, Gohan?” “Exactly.” “Would you want the baby to be a boy or a girl?” “A boy.” “A girl.” “Wait a second…” She turned to Goku surprised. “I thought you’d want another son.” “Well, I do. But I think you’d want a girl this time.” “Wouldn’t you want to train with her too?” “Girls can fight as well. Look at you. We met again at a fight tournament.” “You have a point.” She smiled softly. “I do want a girl this time, but something tells me it’s another boy. So you want a brother, huh?” “I do.” Gohan nodded. “But not because I wouldn’t like to have a sister, but because I already chose his name.” “You chose his name?” “Don’t leave us hanging, Gohan. Tell us.” “What do you think of Goten?” “It’s a pretty name, but it also starts with Go.” “I love it!” Goku grinned. “If it’s a boy, then the three of us will have names that start with that syllable. That’s so cool!” “How about a name that starts with C, to make things even in our family?” “A boy’s name?” “A girl’s.” “But you just said you feel like it’s going to be another boy, mom.” “I know, but my intuition can be wrong too. So it’s good to have a girl’s name decided too, just in case.” “Gohan, can you help me over here?” “Goku, what are you going to do with these?” Chi-Chi automatically gave a few steps back when she saw her husband was holding a handful of leaves on his hands and coming in her direction. “Don’t you dare! They are dirty, you’re not throwing them at me. You don’t want to sleep in the couch, do you?” “That’s mean.” He dropped them on the yard. “You won.” “Thank you.” She walked to him and wrapped her arms around his large body, looking into his beautiful black eyes. “The name doesn’t matter to me. In the end, what matters is that this kid is going to be so loved.” “Does that mean we can name him Goten?” “If it’s a boy, yes.” “Thank you, mom.” Gohan ran to them and joined their hug. “You’re welcome, son.” Chi-Chi stroked his black hair softly. “We’re passing on the tradition. Your father named you after his grandfather and now you chose your brother’s one.” “I hope he likes it.” “I have no doubt he will, sweetie.”

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