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myupostsheadcanons · 5 years

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thinking about how many of the killers in DBD are basically solo killers, putting them in situations of having to work together on something would be a beautiful disaster. @highwayham

Some of them I can see just naturally falling into a group dynamic.

The Legion are already a small group of killers working together, and the other killers are older and more experienced than they are, they would naturally fall into a pack mentality around that killer. I see them working well with killers like The Clown and The Huntress, who were around kids more than the others and put up with more bullshit. Killers like Freddy, The Doctor, The Trapper, and Myers though won’t work well with The Legion, mainly from their lack of patience with teenagers and them wanting to be the boss/not listen to others. And The Legion tend not to work well with the “ghost ladies” either (The Nurse, The Spirit, and The Hag) They don’t really understand all the magic spirit bullshit the girls have... But like they love working with Bubba and Amanda the most, whom they kind of idolize (they tried to “befriend” Myers, but Frank ended up with a broken nose out of the deal and it didn’t help that the girls kept wanting to call Myers “Daddy”... fffff)

The Hag and Anna are easy going when it comes to teaching the less experienced of the group how to properly skin an animal or do other rustic-domestic and basic survivalist skills. Evan sometimes helps them on this, but he’s loud, rude, and swears a lot while doing it. Max would act as the assistant to whomever is having the lesson at the time. And Bubba actually taught Anna and Evan some tricks they didn’t know about. The Legion kind of “eww gross” over most of the skills being taught, and they really don’t like being stuck on “food prep” duty. The Spirit doesn’t eat, so she doesn’t participate, but she likes to watch and ask questions. Myers tends to just hang around and watch quietly from the background.

Aside: ((Bubba, Max, and Evan doing stupid “hold my beer” type activities in their down time... if they can get Phil to help them with making something, it gets extra stupid. Jackass DBD style. When these 4 are acting as a killing team... it’s like Murderer King of the Hill))

Oddly though, i can see The Huntress and Myer’s falling in line with one another with out officially “working” together... Myer’s being a stalking opportunistic killer, having someone that is super-obvious like Anna and her singing causing the Survivors to run and scatter, he would watch and wait for any of the the Survivors she didn’t hatchet in the back and go after them. (think of a hunter and a bird dog. the dog runs ahead to get birds out of hiding). He would do this with most of the other killers as well, to varying degrees. Some don’t like to share (like Freddy and The Spirit) and some just get annoyed about their play things being taken away (The Trapper, The Hillbilly, Amanda, The Doctor). The Wraith and Myers teaming up would be like when orca trap narwhal in shallow waters and kill them... because they are both sneaky boys that take their time, they would tighten their circle around the survivors and corral them into an area they couldn’t escape from before attacking them.

(it would be a weird little “cliq” among the killers... The Huntress, The Shape, The Clown, and The Wraith. The Clown and The Huntress drawing people out of hiding and The Wraith and The Shape snatching them up as they run. All of them using their stealth or range attacks to pin the survivors down.

Like Myers would rather work on his own, but for some god damned reason he ended up in this particular group, but he doesn’t argue about it because they don’t step on each other’s toes and technically aren’t a real team (they just fell into a routine without realizing it)... this loud, big, and bawdy clown... just-- he really liked clowns as a kid, and was even two seconds away from taking a clown mask--right in the nostalgia... Then there’s that guy covered in sticks and mud, he gets along with everybody, doesn’t say much to him nor tell him what to do, and stays out of his way... and Anna... she often complements him on a job well done... nobody ever did that before and actually mean it...)

Most of the Killers don’t like working with The Doctor. His mental-attack abilities and electrical strike effects everybody, killer and survivor alike, within his range. If he has to work with someone it tends to be the “Ghost Girls” because of their teleport/phasing powers that would let them keep their distance from him, but still let them come in to help when needed. The Doctor and The Hag don’t get along outside of the hunt (their is a whole magic vs. science debate there). The Nurse was use to dealing with “butthead” Doctors in her profession before, so they get along on a professional level.

The Spirit had to get over a language barrier... she didn’t know English and it took her a while to pick up basic simple sentences. She picked up things like: yes and no, and directions fairly fast, but outside of that she couldn’t really tell people what she wanted. Anna also had a language barrier, but it took her less time to get the basics down from Russian to English (even though she’ll still occasionally forgets a word for something and would still mix up similar sounding words... she once told the wraith to use his “trampoline” when she was thinking of a “tambourine” ) The Spirit can’t read English. Anna can, but slowly.

Freddy is also another killer that the others don’t like to work with. He is an asshole, he is selfish about kills, and he would fuck with them as well. The Spirit and The Nurse can see him and touch him while he is in the dream world, so he stays away from them (The Spirit would fucking fight him over kills). While cloaked, The Wraith can follow him but not effect him. The Doctor’s madness attack would counter Freddy’s dream/sleep abilities, kicking people back into the real world. The Hag’s teleportation can pull him out of the dreamworld if she has hold of him when she activates it. Freddy tends to pick on The Legion, Bubba, and Amanda the most. Anna is also an easy target, but picking on her tends to make the others mad (don’t mess with Team Mom). Myers... doesn’t dream, and he just goes into a coma-like state (on autopilot) when put under (basically Freddy just puts the “Michael” part of his brain to sleep, but The Shape-part is all “fuck you asshole” and keeps going).

#dbd #myu talks too much

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digi-drummer · 5 years

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Self-Para

"Why are doors always so loud at night..." Levi hissed flinching as he listened to the back door of the cabin all but screech as the cold hinges protested against the weight and movement. Clearing his throat, the young man peered upwards watching the dark windows intently waiting for lights to flicker on, waiting for a familiar voice or two to call out asking who was there or what he could possibly be doing out so late. Thankfully the cabin was silent. A long sigh of relief expelled from the drummer whose shoulders slumped convinced that no one would dare follow him.

Turning on his heels, he carefully moved down the frost covered steps following the natural twisted path towards one of the numerous walking trails hidden throughout the dense slumbering forest. The only sound he made was his boots stepping on shriveled leaves causing them to crunch under the sudden weight. Still, this didn't deter him from putting hundreds of meters between him and the cabin which had become a safe haven in recent weeks. Levi didn't stop until he finally noticed the small condensation cloud swirl before those large dark eyes physically reminding him just how chilly it was. It was only then that he turned around peering over his shoulder looking around at all the looming trees, each looking like a carbon copy of the other.

Quietly he swallowed hard, the gulp almost sounding like someone had thrown a large rock into the water, plopping. It was an audible representation of the fear that began to creep over his shoulders causing those fine hairs along his nape to stand on end. "It is just a little dark...that's it..." He mumbled reassuring himself that there wasn't anything else out there in the woods. Nothing that could possibly hurt him. Each sound he would logically and rationally write off. The creaking was simply the trees and the ground shifting with the dramatic change in temperature. It wasn't someone sneaking up on him. The chilling, whispering voices were simply the wind weaving in and out of various baren undergrowth, whistling through narrow passageways. Nothing to be concern about.

"I'm fine..I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay." Levi repeated as he began to walk again, putting further distance between him and the cabin wanting to reach a particular spot. What spot was that? He hadn't the slightest clue, but what felt like an hours worth of walking, he was finally there. A small clearing with nothing to block the large silver glowing rock in the sky casting reflective light. Stepping out into it, the young man allowed large to tears to start streaming down his face, staining those rosy red cheeks creating further irritation which was caused by the brisk night air. Gradually breathy sobs bubbled out, heaving his shoulders with each gut-wrenching wail. Before long he was standing there releasing all the emotions he had been bottling up for days now. Weeks perhaps.

Again and again, he sobbed, hiccuped, and spluttered the agony which had been plaguing him. Everything the young male felt he couldn't properly release without worrying anyone else or without feeling like he would disappoint the very people who had helped him so much. Naturally, these paranoid ideas were simply that. Grand illusions his mind came up with that weren't true at all. Just whispered lies those annoying voices in his head hissed at him during quiet moments, convincing him he needed to put on a brave face or else.

Both hands began to rub frantically at his face trying to get rid of the tears that wouldn't stop, but his efforts were fruitless. A dam had been broken and all he could do was wait until every ounce had been drained. "Fffff..fff.f-ff-f-fuu...fuck! FUCK!?" Shouting, he kicked his foot out all but slamming it into a nearby stump causing various debris to scatter every which way but straight from the violent disturbance. He repeated this several times before collapsing onto his knees with both hands clutching onto his head trying to apply counterpressure to the pulsing ache no doubt stemmed from the sobs.

"I'm so exhausted..." He whispered looking through splayed pinken fingers at the empty clearing as if expecting to see some familiar face, but there was nothing. Falling back, he sat down with a small grunt with arms lazily draped over his outstretched legs looking like a doll that was carelessly tossed up onto a shelf rather than a grieving young male. He certainly felt like a lifeless plaything at that moment. "I..jj..just don't understand...why..why why why why." Those swollen lips began to quiver as a new series of tears began causing his shoulders to tremble, eyelids falling shut. This time his cries were quite. Sounding more defeated.

Running his tongue over his lips, he tried to stop the hot salty tears by rubbing the back of his wrist under each puffy eye. Again, his efforts were in vain. It was a screaming reminder of how useless he had been feeling as of late. Running around aimlessly with no real direction despite telling himself there was some sort of plan. A plan which kept changing for reasons that were usually out of his control. Some other outside force kept throwing a wrench into his already faulty machine forcing him to pause and fix the damage.

A hollowed laugh seeped out from him which grew more erratic finding the irony of how many wished some outside force would put a kink in their plans. Change it so it wasn't the same mundane thing day in and day out. "And I'm complaining." He snickered raising his arms, holding them straight out on either side of himself with palms pointing up towards the cloudless sky. It was an almost aggressive pose as if daring someone to come at him. "I'm complaining. Can you believe that? I get all of these stupid pointless grand adventures that keep tearing me apart while millions are out there wishing for something to happen. Wishing for heartache so they can understand these great works of fiction...yet I'm complaining." Laughing harder, he began to change positions stumbling up onto his knees then his feet before staggering forward nearly collapsing back onto the ground.

"This is all supposed to make me stronger isn't it? ISN'T IT." He snapped, face turning red as his blood began to boil, veins protruding around his forehead and neck from the strain he was inflicting upon himself. "I'm supposed to come out of this stronger. Wiser. Some fucking shaman because YOU keep dealing me a bad hand." Pointing a finger to the sky for added emphasis. "You, life. What am I supposed to learn from all this? I don't understand!? Any of it!? Please tell me what I'm supposed to learn cause I am failing. I don't have a fucking textbook to study from. None of this makes sense. NONE OF IT."

Coughing, he clapped a hand to his throat trying to ease the sting creep across the back of his throat which only increased from swallowing lung fulls of cold wintry air. He began to rub the tender flesh looking around the clearing once more unsure why he was even shouting to the heavens. Wasn't like his voice had ever been heard. What was he hoping for? A divine being to come down, encasing him in their loving arms? "I'm crying out to no one..." He whispered closing his eyes embracing the third round of tears which began to dribble down from now heavily swollen eyelids. "Only want a moment of peace. Only a single moment to just process...pppp..ppppp..ppllleee...aa...ehh..please. Ttt-hhh..aahhhh...tt-h-ha-at's aaa...alll...Iiiii..wwwww-ww-w-w-aannn..want. Ooooo....wwoo...one mmmmoment oo-o-o-of peace."

Levi could feel his face twisting, contorting into some unpleasant expression as these negative feelings consumed him. Tear by tear the tension which the young male had been walking around with streaked those youthful, now raw cheeks, cascading down to stain his shirt which was stuck to his lithe trembling body. Sniffling hard, he tried in earnest to catch a solid gasp of air which resulted in him coughing, spluttering until gasping hard enough to cause a hitched wheeze.

Minutes ticked on of him standing there letting his body shake from the inner turmoil which had crept up to the surface. Eventually, the drummer realized that he had been standing there simply panting for god knows how long just staring around aimlessly, much like an over exhausted child would when asked a simple question. It took everything that he had left to take a step back crunching more unsuspecting leaves and twigs. Then another and another until he was stumbling out of the clearing and back into the dark unforgiving forest.

His walk back to the cabin was uneventful. He didn't have some earthshattering revelation of how to fix everything. No insight of the meaning of all the constant hardships he had been enduring. It was like he was in a trance while maneuvering through the twisted roots and ducking from low hanging branches. Not even the eerie sounds of the night could snap him out this stupor. Wasn't until he found himself at the back door of the cabin that he came to. Blinking wildly, he glanced upwards towards the dark windows half wondering if he had actually wandered deep into the forest or if it was some sort of daydream. A warning that no use would come to releasing these pin-up feelings. That sobering thought was quickly smothered when he swept a hand over a cheek which began to sting reminding him of the countless tears he had sobbed.

"Oh be quiet..." Levi hissed glaring at the door which once again protested as he pulled it open. "So have to grease you in the morning so you don't wake everything in at ten-kilometer radius." Snorting, he slipped inside welcoming the heat that wafted over him. A heat which reminded him that he was indeed safe. "Just a little stumble...that's all that was."

#.self para.#.novella.#Word Count: 1661 #(( ALL THE ANGST ))

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ask-joeydrewstudios · 6 years

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Sleep and Sugar, Part 2 of 2

[submitted by: @disneyphantomlover]

Norman Polk had to admit, he’d seen odd things at the studio. He knew better than to bring them up, or call too much attention to them. And God as his witness, he knew better than to bring attention to himself. He was completely fine pretending his ears weren’t that sharp, and fading into the background of the studio. Despite how genuinely kind Mr. Drew was in hiring him, it was obvious that some…biases had yet to be let go in the studio. In short, people ignored him because they thought he was not as light-skinned as them. Didn’t upset him none, since those people were few and far between in the studio. Last one he could recall was an intern in December or so… But not long afterward, said intern put in his resignation. Whilst cradling a bloody nose and black eye. Norman honestly had no idea what did happen to the intern, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little grateful that that particular man was out of the studio.

He was getting off track though. He was heading downstairs, despite the nut of a janitor running past him, yelling things about ghosts and Hell, completely ignoring Norman. In fact, if the projectionist could hear the janitor’s footsteps right, it sounded like he was going to Mr. Drew’s office… How strange. Normally he only did that if one of his boss’s “experiments” went awry and needed dark arts or magic to fix it. Maybe he was onto something about that whole “ghost” thing?

Made him all the more curious on what happened to the blond intern he’d sent down. Once he made it to Level 9, he peered around the doorway and found that the elevator had stopped at this floor. Great, maybe he could get down to the 14th Level without irritating his knees even more. He was about to walk into the elevator when he heard a small jingle.

Either Wally had bolted back down here using the elevator -which seemed unlikely given the fool’s terror of the thing- or the boy had dropped his keys again. Norman looked down at the floor of the elevator, and blinked at the sight greeting him: a rather fluffy black and white cat was gently batting the ring of keys with his paws. He couldn’t see much of the cat’s front, but that small thing had ridiculously thick back legs that made him look part rabbit. After a second of playing and batting the keys, the cat picked up the heavy ring and furiously shook its head like it had gotten a piece of meat. Then it deposited the keys on a familiar well-worn brown boot. He let his gaze shift upwards, grinning at the blond who was leaning against the elevator wall. Guess Wes hadn’t made it to the cots upstairs. He admittedly impressed at the man’s ability to imitate a dead log; no amount of loud, rickety elevator rides or the fluffy cat slamming its entire weight on his legs in affection was going to wake him up.

Norman sighed after a moment, attempting to walk into the small space. Tired or not, he did need to get down to the 14th level. He was thwarted by the damned cat hissing at him, arching its back in a threatening manner. It was a little strange, until he considered the fact that the little beast stood between him and Wes. He took a few steps back, kneeling to the floor so he didn’t look “as big” to the little animal. “Now look here, ya lil pest… I ain’ gonna bug your human.”

….He should feel the slightest bit embarrassed that he was talking to an animal that didn’t understand him, but the soothing tones in his voice and keeping his body language calm was the best way to go with wild animals like this. Already the cat seemed sated, and slowly lowered into a sitting position. On Wes’s foot.

“… Alright. I take it ya like McKinney. Don’t blame ya. …Just don’ le’ his boss know. His boss is allergic to kits li’ you.” Admittedly, it would be funny to watch Wes walk into a room and for Sammy to start sniffling. But that man had enough breathing problems as is, might as well not make it worse. He started to stand back up, rubbing his sore lower back as he finally straightened up. “Hooo… That hurt….” He pointed a finger to the little cat, who blinked green eyes back. “You.” It opened its mouth, a barely audible squeak in response. “…You keep an eye on that human.” He’d go ahead and take the stairs the rest of the way downstairs. He could use the exercise, despite the havoc on his knees and back.

By the time he’d grabbed a projector from the 14th Level and trekked back up the stairs, he was greeted to the sight of a now awake Wes walking out of the elevator, holding the fluffy cat to his chest. And either that man had managed a sunburn indoors, or he was one of those boys who got so red their ears even tinted. He pretended to linger by the doorway, watching with amusement as Wes was scanning the floor for any others to pop out, then bolting towards the stairs to the upper floors. He didn’t get far, with both Wally Franks and Mr. Joey Drew himself starting to walk down the same stairs. For being as tall as he was, that Wes could stop on a dime. And Norman got the best seat in the house to watch this interaction with some of the tallest people in the studio.

At the sight of the black and white cat, there was a nasaly shriek of “SHIT! NOT AGAIN!” followed by Wally immediately ducking behind Mr. Drew.

“Wally! Stop fffff-Stop screaming!” Wes sounded a little strained, and Norman could imagine it was needle-sharp claws digging into his shoulder. The blond immediately stroked the cat’s back, trying to calm the small beast down. “The hell did Sugar ever do to you??”

“….Why the hell would you name that little monster ‘Sugar’??” Well in Norman’s opinion, maybe it had to do with all four paws being “sugar-dipped”.

“He’s a sweet cat, Franks!”

“HE JUMPED OVER MY HEAD.” … Okay, that was impressive for a three, maybe four, pound animal that was barely a tenth the size of the janitor. But that cat did have impressively large back legs.

“Gentlemen!” Joey held up both his hands, trying in vain to calm both their tempers. “Please. Calm down. …Now. Is there a reason you brought a pet with you to work, Mr. McKinney?”

“Mr. Drew, I swear, I didn’t do this on purpose.” The blond shifted a little, and Norman could hear a small pitch of anxiety enter his voice. “I was in the lift, minding my own business-”

“You mean sleeping!”

“Franks, SHUT UP!”

“Well you were!” The janitor was leaning to the side of Joey, pointing accusatory at Wes. “I get being tired and such, but man, you were literally asleep standing up! If you’re that tired, just stay at home or something!”

That got Wes to shut up immediately. Instead of barking something back, maybe escalating this little yelling spat like normal, Wes McKinney only hugged the little animal in his arms a little tighter, and quickly shoved his way around Joey and Wally. Both men stared at the top of the stairs, at Wes’s retreating back, before looking to each other.

Wally broke the silence first with an annoyed sigh, pulling his hat off with one hand as he roughed up his hair with the other. He was still scratching his hair when he took a few steps around Joey. “I’ll go ask Sammy.”

Joey followed it with a quiet “Thanks. Let me know when you find his address. Or if there’s a lack thereof.”

“Yes’r.” Wally began his unintentional stomping down the stairs, grumbling a little to himself.

And, quite honestly, Norman couldn’t help himself. He waited until Wally had just passed him to say “By the by, yer’ keys ‘re in the lift.” It was worth the little yelp that Wally squeaked out.

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By the next day, Wes sincerely hoped that Mr. Drew had forgotten the whole Sugar incident. He knew Wally wouldn’t’ve, that spiteful little fucker could hold a grudge like no one’s business. But he could deal with the janitor’s teases and prodding. It was Joey he was more concerned about…

After he managed to take Sugar out of the building, he set the fluffy cat down by his little hide-out behind the studio. It wasn’t much, just a little alcove hidden by a few loose pieces of wood and trashcans. He’d scolded Sugar, but the little cat still squeaked at him sweetly before rubbing his hand in lieu of being pet. Reaching to a small makeshift shelf, he had grabbed a can opener and a small can of tuna. He’d spent the next hour or so splitting the can with Sugar; he’d eat a fingerful of tuna, then offer a small bit to the cat, who nearly bit off his finger each time. Once he was done, he gave the empty can to Sugar to lick clean and play with. He’d passed out again afterwards. Though honestly he only knew that because he blinked awake to find Sugar in his lap and the sun starting to set outside.

He felt like a damn fool. But he was so tired, and admittedly he could feel his energy coming back as he woke up. Even if Sugar had made himself comfortable across his legs, Wes honestly felt a little better and ready to work. But the logical part of his brain peeked in and reminded him that it was late. Most of the music department was gone at this hour, Mr. Sammy Lawrence included. The only ones remaining would be the animators and Wally.

And he really didn’t feel like showing his face after that embarrassing display in the elevator. God knew who else saw him like that…

So the next day, he quietly snuck into the building and clocked in early. Then he made a beeline for the break room and started to make coffee. He did NOT want the same thing to happen today, so maybe a caffeine rush would help his mind wake up. Once he walked out with a simple white mug of coffee, he made his way down to the Music Department. Might as well lick his wounds and apologize to Sammy for disappearing yesterday. He didn’t look forward to it, but… He liked Sammy. And he did feel a little bad for making such a scene yesterday…

He was nearly halfway down the hallway when Grant Cohen was walking out of the Infirmary. Sporting a few new bandages on his hand, which was a little worrisome…. He grunted a small greeting to the elusive accountant, and was startled when he felt a tug on his arm. “Morning Mr. McKinney. Mr. Drew asked me to talk with you.”

Oh God he was fired. He was fired. No no no no, he was doing good, he was, shit it was yesterday, he knew Mr. Drew didn’t like pets but SHIT he hadn’t expected the cat to wander in-

“You alright? You look pale?”

FUCK. FUUUUUUUUUCK.

Clearing his throat, he forced a small smile on his face before looking Grant in the eye. “I’m okay!” No he was not but he could pretend, dammit!!

Grant’s skeptical expression over his glasses didn’t help matters, but Wes was doing his best to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. “Sure. ….Anyways, Mr. Drew told me to give you this today.” He pulled out a small envelope from his back pocket, gingerly using his wrapped hand to hold it out to him. “I objected the entire way, but I guess you’ve earned it since you deal with Mr. Lawrence and Mr. Franks on a daily basis.”

Wes blinked a little in surprise; that was a weird way to phrase a final paycheck…

He downed the rest of his coffee in one long gulp before hooking the handle on his finger and using both hands to open the envelope. There was quite a bit of cash in this one! And… A note? He tugged out the yellowed paper, mouthing the words as he read. “Mr. McKinney, I don’t appreciate my employees sleeping out on the street. Especially my paid ones. But, Sammy mentioned you have been saving up for something, and I can hope its for an apartment. Here’s a little advance on your paycheck. Get some place for you and that pesky cat to sleep, not the elevator. Joey Drew”.

….

How was he ever this lucky?

((Sweetie. Wes. … You had too much shit in your multiversed life and karma is trying to help. Also, this took forever, but writing Norman and Grant was fun.))

((wes and his little cat friend oh nooooo thats adorableeee,, i hope he gets himself a nice cozy lil apartment somewhere, he so deserves it ; w ; --also I just realized the name of this fic, sleep and sugar, sugar is the cat, clever. and norman doesn’t get enough love, so its nice to see him too :’D thank you for the fic!! <3))

part one

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #joey drew #wally franks #norman polk #grant cohen #submission #fanfic #sammy wes lawrence #disneyphantomlover #also what happened to grants hand lmao #what did mr cryptid do to himself

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wanna1things · 7 years

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Private Investigator/Detective!Ren AU

Genre;; detective!au i guess and PI!au which are my absolute FAVE aus i love police shows +++ FLUFF??

Warnings;; none i mean not that i know of there's mention of a robbery & kidnapping so?

Pairing;; Choi Minki/Ren x reader

Summary;; Minki is an annoying PI who keeps solving the case before the police even find a single lead, that is, until you two meet…

Style;; bullet point because i am not in the MOOD TO WRITE FULLY -- gender neutral + stuff

Word Count; 3071

So;; this is my first AU that I’m posting and it’s one that i’ve wanted to write for a long time so!! I hope that it’s good and that yall enjoy it; i love minki so i really wanted to do this uhh watch when half on my aus on here are minki stuff lmao bye; idk;; uhhh lets goooo

there is not a single human on the police force that doesn’t despise the annoying PI choi Minki or,, ‘Ren’ as he likes to be called

dumb name right (not i love you Minki i’m sorry)

he somehow always manages to get to the scene of a crime before the police even know the crime has occurred like… how??

he's always rubbing it into their faces when they turn up as he’s leaving with bags of evidence like

‘oh you’re a bit late aren’t you??’

anyway

you’re a new detective on the police force straight out of police school or whatever;; specialised in profiling ooh go you!!

everyone kind of;; treats you badly because uhh newbie makes the tea and coffee that's their job??

but they still spill all the tea about Minki to you because he is CONSTANTLY aggravating them and refusing to work with the police;;

it takes 2 weeks for them to even invite you along to a case;;

a woman in her 90s who lived with her 20 year old granddaughter had her sapphire pendant stolen while she was in the house how sad :( poor granny

and when you get there,, guess who is there

you’re right, it's ‘private investigator Ren’ wow who’d’ve guessed??

you shuffle into the room following your colleagues and straight away you look at him and realise wow;; this guy is;;; beautiful how come they mentioned how annoying he is and not how beautiful this man is??

it doesn't take long for him to realise you’re staring at him mainly because all of your colleagues are scrambling to collect what’s left of the evidence while you’re just,, stood still like a rock (uhh medusa beauty much??)

so,, as he stuffs his notebook into his pocket he walks over to you and hands you… his business card

‘call me anytime’

he nods as he slips the card into your hand,,, WINKING, and then he leaves lol

CONTROL YOURSELF

you just give him a look like ;; what;; and get on with your work but… that darn beautiful man is on your mind gO AWAY Minki FFFFF

I mean that is until the next day when you wake up to an angry phone call because…

the uncooperative PI Ren has rang the police force and asked to speak to,, well what seems to be,, you??

I mean he described you as ‘that new detective that looked like a rabbit in the headlights and had no idea what they were doing but seemed to really enjoy staring at my face’ is he wrong tho i think not

So;; you rise out of bed because wow your co worker seemed mad and you do nOT WANT TO MISS OUT ON THIS OPPORTUNITY

Mainly because you wanted to find out how the hell he could solve things so fast but

Also because uhh he is a beautiful specimen who would turn that down??

as you turn up to work the whole office is just staring at you;;

you can hear people you’ve never spoken to just;; talking about you like

‘why does Ren want to speak to the newbie??? Out of all of us they’re the most useless;;’

like ouch;;

you don’t even know yourself why he picked you like?? nobody else in your department acknowledges you why is he ?? asking for you??

but you continue on your way to the conference room where hopefully Ren is waiting unless that's a whole ass hoax;; i mean nah he's not that mean

as soon as you enter the room he stands up and just straight up announces that he's solved the case

and you're just standing there shocked like what the hell nobody here even has a clue who’s done it there are no leads??

and he walks over to you,, grabs you by the hand and sits you down beside him where he has a file in front of him and just whispers

‘overwrite the cctv for this room when we’re done because i’m going to tell you exactly how i solved this.’

woAH THERE A SECOND

why is he revealing his secrets to you of all people???

is this some sort of game?? is he going to tell you incorrect details?? what is this???

while you're lost in your thoughts he just taps your shoulder and explains

‘your coworkers looked like they hate you;; and that's not nice… i’m going to help you to prove them wrong’

Hold up

The notoriously annoying and aggravating CHOI Minki is helping you out???? what

I mean you’re not going to argue this is the chance of a lifetime

‘But…’

Uh oh

‘There's one condition, you can't tell anyone i’m helping you out and i’ll only speak to you about a case. If you tell anyone else about this you won’t see the sun shine ever again’

Says that last bit with a smile like uh woah okay

Bit threatening there Minki

Of course you accept graciously, it’s not as though you actually speak to your colleagues except asking how they like their tea

And so the partnership ensues

he explains how he originally pursued the idea that it was an inside job, the granddaughter stole the pendant,, which makes sense because it all happened while the grandmother was in the house and she was in debt because of her student loan (ugh i feel you girl) but… it all seems a bit too convenient

so,, he decided to look into the granddaughter

and it turned out her recently dumped ex-boyfriend was in major debt from a gambling problem and needed to pay it off asap or some bad guys would be after him

and of course, an ex-boyfriend would know where spare keys are etc and maybe even where the pendant was

and his fingerprints wouldn't be out of place in the house because;; well he dated the granddaughter so

and so he went over to the ex-boyfriend's house and caught him with the darned pendant in his hands;; sneaky boy

and you are sat there like ?? this is so simple how dumb is the police force that they can't keep up with this??

obviously you express this to Minki who laughs and agrees with you wholeheartedly like lmao dumb colleagues am i right

and from that point onwards you two are like secret partners in crime;; you always work together on cases after everyone else has gone home in a little cafe in between his office and the police hq

and you keep solving crimes with his help and its!! Really fun!!

That is until about 3 weeks into the agreement when there's a massive kidnapping case that even Minki can't solve,, people keep being kidnapped for 48 hours then returned with no memory of what happened??

It's even more odd because;; it seems to always be the people he's close to who are getting kidnapped;;

First it was his old school friend, Aron, then it was his first girlfriend, Areum,,

And he just can't find a single lead??

Funny fact is that the police actually have him as a suspect uhh

but after a hard day of;; trying to interview the public to work out the identity of the kidnapper he smoothly invites you out like

‘Hey its like 10pm and we’ve not eaten since like 12 do you want to grab a bite to eat on me??’

and he takes you to this little fancy bakery about 10 minutes from where you were

and it's adorable they have pastries shaped like pokemon and stuff bLESS

he recommends these cute little croissant-style things that are a peachy colour and are filled with peach jam (they have these in a bakery near me they're AMAZING)

he pays for you and you sit at the bar by the window looking out at the road and just eating in silence before Minki turns to you and speaks up

‘y/n there’s a little secret i have to tell you~’

‘uh okay go ahead??’

‘don’t you want to know why i chose to work only with you?’

well of course you reply ‘yes??!!’ because that has been confusing you for the past few weeks??

and he then explains he was in the same position as you;; he used to be a detective in the police force and was treated the same way;;

he always could work out who’d done the crime but nobody else listened to him and they always prosecuted the ‘’easy target’’ which is terrible omg how corrupt

but

‘You’re different, you remind me of myself and i want to give you the help you need to rise to the top and end this’

‘But won’t that mean you’d lose your job??’

‘Definitely not;; private investigator Ren will never go out of business!!’

He smiles that cute ass big smile and his eyes go like crescent moons and you swear you feel your heart jump a little and you realise oh my god the way his eyes light up and his cute lil cheeks are completely adorable oh my god has he always been this loveable and cute whats going on;;

You’re getting ahead of yourself this relationship is strictly professional… right??

You finish the lil pastry and you open your flask of hot chocolate and offer a little to Minki

‘i ;; only have one cup?? But do you want a little??’ and he smiles so wIDE and just grabs the cup out of your hands and downs it like a shot what the hell

You take it back off him and fill up your own because ok if you don't have some now he will probably finish your whole flask in one second lmao

Oo no you got a little bit of hot chocolate on your nossseeee wyd???

you suddenly just notice Minki is staring intently at your face like ??? is there something on my face??

yes there is

He leans in WAY TO CLOSE and you feel your heartbeat just speed up to supersonic speed like oh my god this beautiful face is getting closer and closer whAT IS HAPPENING

He just wipes the bit of hot chocolate of your nose with the tip of his finger and licks it off smiling at you the whole time

Oh my

Be still your beating heart

That hurt but woah okay what is this feeling

Excuse me but

I think you have a little crush on Minki ;)))))))))))))))))))))

Anyway so yall go home get some schleep and food and stuff

And you keep meeting up every day of the week and you gradually realise that yeah;; you definitely have feelings for this beautiful guy

But

that's awkward?? Yall are just working together and Minki’s been dropping hints that this case will probably be the last yall work together

and you can’t explain how much that hurts like if you could you’d want to keep this case going forever but you gotta solve it

That's until it's week 4 of solving the case,, week 7 of yall working together as partners

And suddenly, one of Minki’s best friends jonghyun just disappears

Like the others he returns after 48 hours with little to no memory of what happened but this time

He turns up at Minki’s apartment when you both are there

Yall are watching a film to relax after the long day of work and you're both sharing some cup ramen (goals)

And he just knocks loudly on the door

You get up to answer it but Minki waves you to sit back down so,, you do,, and you continue your lovely noodles

Jonghyun walks in oddly calm and passes a small folded note to Minki

And whatever the hell is in this note is bad news

Minki straight away drops the note saying only ‘i knew it’ and he speeds out of the door to god knows where, dropping the note on the floor in his rush

Jonghyun just mumbles a ‘hello y/n’ towards you and slips out of the front door behind Minki,, presumably to follow him but who knows

you completely miss the fact that despite you’ve never met this guy he,,, knows your name?? But ;) who told him and why eh??

and tbh you are confused out of your mind like what the hELL DOES THAT NOTE SAY

so despite the fact that it might be considered ‘nosy’ you walk over to the door and pick up the note and it reads only one sentence

‘Your love comes next, i won’t let them go.’

Ok who is his love

Does Minki have a girlfriend or boyfriend?? Are they the next target?? Oh my gOD ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH A GUY THAT'S TAKEN

Wait what

In love

Now you realise you love Minki? Good one

You decide not to follow him and instead you just collect your stuff together and head home

The next morning Minki turns up at your door with some flowers to apologise for running off from the sleepover party;;

you just take them sheepishly, shoving them in a vase before leaving with him

the walk is awkward to say the least like uhh

Neither of you say a word and when Minki tries to start a conversation all you can think about is how jealous you are of this partner like;; they get Minki this beautiful man lucky asssssss

He basically doesn't leave your side the whole day

You visit jonghyun and ask him some questions about his kidnapper but;; of course he remembers nothing;; but he nudges Minki while you're making notes and whispers something in Minki’s ear

Sounded suspiciously like ‘is this your plan’

Minki nodded in response who knows what that means you certainly don't (yes you blind)

But it's getting a bit suffocating because;; every 5 seconds you're reminded of this person;; that Minki obviously cares about;; and it's sad y'know you love him and now it's unrequited

So you take a step outside with your lil water bottle not bothering to say anything to Minki or jonghyun who seem to be deep in conversation

As you’re sipping that nice, cool flavoured water (mmm i love flavoured water yes) something covers your nose and mouth and your vision starts to go

You can feel yourself being dragged somewhere,, into a van maybe??

And the last thing you hear before your consciousness fades is Minki shouting ‘why?!’ and then… nothing

When you wake up youre in a shifty ass warehouse

someone's tied you to a pole in a seated position but not very well because ha you can still move a little

someone walks out of the shadows and you immediately recognise them as one of the guys from the police force;;

Okay what??

He crouches down in front of you and laughs in your face

‘You and Ren had a wonderful act going didn't you? You love working with someone who disrupts the status quo. In fact, you love him don't you? Everyone can tell. But you two are a problem. If you actually solve a case, it takes too long. I only care about numbers, not who is innocent or guilty. You shouldn’t care either but… you and Ren are obviously the same. Both annoying little brats. You lovebirds should get a room, preferably as far away from the police force as possible.’

this guy is crazy

he is saying almost the exact thing Minki was talking about before? When he said about why he wanted to help you? Yikes

He leans forward to put the rag over your mouth again to knock you out but before he can the door to the warehouse flies open

And guess who is there

It's your boy Mink

i‘Detective Chief Inspector Lee.. there is no need to get innocent people caught up in your stupid games.’

The DCI just scoffs and leans down again to your level, smirking as he places a knife against your neck

‘This so-called innocent idiot is only here because of you, why did you take such a liking to them? You’re lovestruck and it's obviously blinding your judgement. You know i’m right really…’

Minki looks straight into your eyes and wow okay he has definitely been crying look how red his eyes are and those bags under his beautiful eyes;; oh no

You smile at him and wink and you just see this confused look flash across the DCI’s face,, like lmao why you winking tf is your name park jihoon

Suddenly you lift up your legs and kick the DCI to the floor and Minki kicks away his knife, pulling his hands behind his back and putting on the handcuffs quickly;;

He subdues him fully and then comes over, untied the ropes around your wrists and quickly pulling you into his chest and hugging you hard

And all these emotions overcome both of you and you're just both there;; crying into each others shoulders aw

And you feel it's kind of the right moment to confess like now or never so uhh here goes

‘Hey Minki you know I-’

‘Dont worry, I know and I feel the same way’

hOOLD UP unless you misunderstood that Minki… likes you too okay that makes sense from what the DCI said lmao okay

WAIT YOU'RE HIS LOVE FROM THE LETTER HOLD ON

You feel his arms untangle themselves from you as he leans back and just looks into your eyes before softly pressing his lips against yours and your feelings are confirmed yes;

;It's like fireworks omg cheesy but yes it was meant to be you’re so happy you got dragged along to that case that one day;;

Anyway that DCI is pissed because of the PDA going on in front of him so yall have to s t o p and get this dude back to the police station uhhh

UH SO TIME SKIP

Yall are like couple goals;;

You get promoted to the DCI’s position mainly because Minki’s friend is this Police Chief Hwang;; and Minki agrees to cooperate fully with police investigations but only when its with you uhh bless up

Honestly everyone is jealous of you all of the newbies pray for another annoying PI to appear just so they can experience a love story as cute as yours god bless;;;

;And yall hold the record for most crimes solved!! You go guys!! Power couple alert!!

And yes thats all i have it's 2am i am going this is soft i love Minki thank appreciate my boy

lol i hope this wasn’t terrible i wrote it all so late at night i’ll proof read it tomorrow morning but enjoy;; its 3am nearly now

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Career Advice chapter 1 by LittleRose13

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Chapter 1 - Needles and Paperchains

“I think I’d like to work at the Ministry.”

“Maybe something with magical creatures?”

“I want to play Quidditch for England!”

Teddy stared at his feet, willing the conversation to take a different turn before it got to him.

“Yes, very good, very good.” Professor Vector (head of Hufflepuff house) hushed the class. “Now, you certainly don’t need me to tell you that now is the time to start thinking about the path your career might take when you leave Hogwarts. You will each have a career advice session with me in the upcoming week, please sign up at my desk.”

Teddy hung back, taking an extra-long amount of time to put all of his school stuff away into his bag, along with a small sketch he’d just been working on during the class. Career advice seemed so stupid when he had absolutely zero clue what he wanted to do with his life and, quite frankly, he was confused at how sure all his peers seemed to be about their own futures. I mean, they were only fifteen?

The few times they’d spoken about it, Teddy had learned that his best friend Max felt a similar way which gave Teddy some comfort. It was certainly easier than when he spoke to Victoire about it and discovered she had a five-year plan for after Hogwarts and she was only a third year. It had made Teddy feel very inadequate in comparison. Spending time with Victoire often made Teddy feel inadequate because, Merlin, the girl was perfect.

Max had rushed out of his seat in a haste and was one of the first to sign up for careers advice, sprinting from the room with a quick glance at Teddy over his shoulder, as if wondering what was taking him so long.

Hanging around to be the last person to sign up backfired spectacularly when Teddy was faced with the parchment declaring the only remaining career advice slot was the first one. Great. Still, at least Professor Vector wouldn’t have anyone else to compare him to. Teddy signed his name reluctantly and left the room, wondering vaguely if his friends would save him a seat at dinner.

“Ah, Edward.” Professor Vector spoke kindly as Teddy slowly pushed the door to her office open. He bristled internally. He wasn’t sure who ‘Edward’ was, it certainly wasn’t a name he related to at all. He had been Teddy all his life, or 'Tebby’ to his little sister Lily.

Lily wasn’t Teddy’s real little sister, Teddy’s parents had died in the War, but she was Harry’s daughter and, as Harry was the closest thing Teddy had to a father, Lily felt like a little sister. Although he had been raised by his grandmother, Harry and his wife Ginny included him as if he were one of their own and not just a Godson. Teddy was very grateful.

“Good evening Professor Vector.” Teddy said politely as he crossed the room and took the seat she offered him across the desk. It all felt very formal and Teddy was put off a bit. He nervously played with the back of his turquoise hair and stared down at his prefect badge.

“So, you know why we’re here of course. To discuss that lovely future of yours.” She smiled and Teddy looked up. “Any ideas what you might like to do?” Her hand hovered over what Teddy could see was a stack of pamphlets.

“Ummm.” Teddy had no idea how to respond. Wasn’t this supposed to be career advice? “The thing is, I’m not really sure what I’d like to do.” He said in a small voice.

“Not to worry, not to worry.” Professor Vector abandoned the pamphlets and appraised him over the desk. “What do you enjoy doing?”

Teddy thought for a moment as Professor Vector rearranged some papers and Teddy saw his own exam record at the top of the pile in front of her. He wasn’t really sure what sort of answer she was looking for.

“Well, I can play the guitar and I like to, um, sketch.” He reeled off his hobbies without much enthusiasm. He doubted Professor Vector would be overly impressed with the story of how Teddy had discovered a load of records and an old guitar which once belonged to his mother and proceeded to teach himself to play.

“You’re a very talented boy.” The professor said kindly. “But what do you enjoy? When are you at your happiest?”

“When I’m…er, helping people?” the response sounded lame and Teddy went to amend what he’d said.

“Spoken like a true Hufflepuff.” Professor Vector said before he could continue. “Helping people.” She glanced down at his exams record. “Ever thought about being a Healer? I see you have been achieving consistently good marks in Potions and Charms.”

Teddy felt 'consistently good’ was a bit of an exaggeration. His marks were definitely consistent, he wasn’t failing, but they weren’t the highest in the class or anything.

“Don’t you have to be really clever to be a Healer?” Teddy asked in a concerned voice. Victoire wanted to be a Healer and Teddy thought she was probably cleverer than he was.

“You certainly have the potential if that’s where you want your life to go.” Professor Vector stated confidently. “Here, take this.” She said, handing him one of the pamphlets which read Turn Those Helping Hands Into Healing Hands beneath the St Mungo’s logo.

“Thankyou Professor Vector.” Teddy said politely, accepting the pamphlet and standing up to leave.

“Remember though Teddy, do something you enjoy.” She gave him a twinkling smile as he left the room and it wasn’t until he was out in the corridor that he realised she had called him Teddy.

So from that day on, Teddy joined in any conversations about the future by saying he was thinking about Healer school. He didn’t want Victoire to think he was just copying her, so he taught himself a simple charm for healing small cuts and carried a bottle of Essence of Dittany around with him, although it lay unused and forgotten at the bottom of his bag rather obscured by broken quills and old parchment.

It was the Christmas holidays and Teddy was at the Potters’ kitchen table, helping Lily make a paper chain and keeping a close eye on his wand to deter nine-year-old James from trying to steal it. Harry was sat opposite, his younger son Albus reading to him, stumbling adorably on some of the longer words while Harry helped him sound them out.

“Remember what your teacher said, look for the letters you know. What sound does that one make Al?”

“Puh, huh.” Al stated carefully.

“But when puh and huh are together, can you remember the sound?” Harry looked expectant.

“Fffff.” Al said with a giggle and Harry squeezed his shoulder in praise as they continued reading.

“How’s school, Ted?” Harry looked up from Al to meet his godson’s eye.

Teddy shrugged. “It’s good, I like fifth year and being a prefect’s not bad. We had careers advice before the holidays.” He tried to make this seem casual and unimportant rather than something he was worried about.

Harry grimaced. “Any idea what you’d like to do?”

“Not you aswell.” Teddy groaned and Harry sensed his godson’s irritation.

“Sorry, I doubt I’m the first person to ask.” Teddy shook his head at that. “But if you ever want to talk about it, you know where to find me.”

Teddy smiled gratefully at the man he saw as the closest thing he had to a father. Something was stopping Teddy from spilling to Harry what he’d told all his friends at school; that he was planning to be a Healer. Somehow, it seemed incredibly insincere to share this with Harry.

“Tebby.” Lily suddenly tugged at Teddy’s sleeve, her paper chain link abandoned, a worried look on her face. “I hurt myself.”

Harry looked up too as Lily thrust her finger towards Teddy, showing where she had swiped it on the edge of the paper and it was bleeding rather profusely. Her little face began to register how much blood the tiny cut had created and she started to panic, her bottom lip trembling and her eyes filling with tears. The room felt strangely airless to Teddy as he stared at Lily’s injury.

“It’s ok Lily, don’t panic, it’s just a paper cut!” Harry started to come around the table to inspect his daughter’s finger. His movements seemed blurred and jerky to Teddy as he waved his wand quickly over Lily’s hand and a buzzing sound filled Teddy’s ears as his Godfather turned his gaze on him. “Teddy? Are you alright?”

Bright lights felt like they were being waved in Teddy’s eyes and the kitchen seemed to slip away as he felt himself slump backwards.

“Tebby?”

Teddy’s eyes opened and he was faced with the ceiling of the Potter’s kitchen, obscured slightly by Lily’s little concerned face peering over him. “What happened?”

“You fainted Ted.” Harry said, sounding worried. “It was lucky I was standing there to catch you.”

“I fainted?” Teddy was confused as he started to sit up, noting the woozy feeling in his head.

“You took one look at Lil’s finger and that was it.” Harry replied, helping Teddy to his feet and back onto a chair. He placed a glass of water and a chocolate frog in front of his Godson. “Was it the blood?” he added quietly, although Lily was happily continuing the paper chain and Al was looking at the pictures in his book, paying Teddy little attention.

“I guess.” Teddy said casually. “That’s never happened before.” He felt a bit silly for fainting at something as small as a paper cut and he was pleased this had happened with Harry and not at school.

So Teddy was back to square one with his career. After all, a Healer who faints at the sight of blood is pretty useless.

It was later in the holidays and Christmas Day had been and gone. Teddy was round at the Potters’ again, mercifully quiet for once with the younger children all napping. It was just Teddy and Ginny in the room, Teddy with his sketchbook out and Ginny peering over his shoulder.

“That’s great Ted!” she praised his work and Teddy snapped the book shut immediately, not aware she had been watching him sketch. “Sorry, did you not want me to see?” she said softly, with a knowing look that told Teddy she had seen what he was drawing. Teddy didn’t mind, Ginny would understand.

“No, sorry, you just frightened me.” He explained apologetically and he checked the room to see they were alone. “You can see.” He opened the sketch book again and let her stare at what he’d been working on.

Ginny was silent for a second and then she circled her arms around Teddy and gave him a warm hug, kissing the top of his floppy, blue hair. He reached his arms up to return her embrace, glancing at the sketch again out of the corner of his eye.

It was a wolf, but not a fierce or mean wolf. It was a wolf curled up as if just awaking, its tail tucked beneath it and its eyes kind and soft. The wolf would have looked fairly ordinary as a black and white sketch if it weren’t for one small flash of colour. The wolf had a streak of bubblegum pink in its coat.

Teddy felt Ginny’s grip relax around him and he felt brave enough to voice what he had been thinking. “I was thinking about getting this, um, tattooed.” He said into the silent room and Ginny looked at him very seriously. “Only very small! Somewhere inconspicuous so only I know it’s there, y'know.”

He wasn’t sure if he had judged things wrong and Ginny was going to tell him off and forbid him for doing such a thing and tell his grandmother what an irresponsible boy he was. He hung his head.

“It’s a stupid idea, never mind.” He muttered.

“No! No, it’s not a stupid idea Teddy.” She said quickly. “This means a lot to you, and it’s an incredible drawing! You’re so artistic, very talented. I think it’s one of your better ideas actually.”

“You do?” Teddy felt relief seep through him at her approval. “Would you, er, maybe come with me to get it done?”

“You can’t morph tattoos then?” she asked.

“No, I’ve tried and they don’t come out the same as the drawing. I tested it out once and it looked like Al had tattooed it onto me.” He laughed and Ginny joined in.

“It’ll hurt you know?” she said, giving him a sideways glance. “More than your earring.” She lightly flicked the tiny ring in his ear, almost a year old now.

“I know. That’s okay, I really want this.” Teddy replied honestly.

“Fine, I’ll come with you, but if anybody asks, you swore to me Andromeda gave you full permission, agreed?” Teddy knew his sheepish look was enough to give away that this was not the case. He knew his grandmother would say he had to wait until he was of age, but really when did she ever see his shoulder blade? She didn’t need to know.

It did hurt.

Teddy squeezed onto Ginny’s offered hand so hard he’d had to apologise profusely afterwards, but she didn’t seem to mind one bit. Teddy thought about the days when Ginny played Quidditch for the Holyhead Harpies and remembered her pain threshold must have been pretty high.

He’d chosen a magical tattoo artist just off Diagon Alley after Ginny suggested magical colour changing ink for the streak of pink in the wolf’s hair. Teddy thought this was a great idea and was even more overjoyed when the tattoo artist had explained he was able to make the wolf move if he wanted to.

When it was finished, Teddy’s left shoulder blade was home to his design, the tiny wolf curling up neatly into him to sleep.

“It’ll stay like that for a few days while it’s healing but then he should wake up.” The tattoo artist explained and Teddy grinned at Ginny, who looked impressed.

“That’s awesome!” Teddy’s best friend and fellow Hufflepuff fifth year, Max McKinnon, was the first of Teddy’s friends to be allowed a look at Teddy’s small but significant tattoo. He decided he was only going to show it to a few people, he didn’t really want his grandmother to find out just yet. “Did you really draw this?”

Teddy nodded shyly as the wolf raised its head.

“Will you design me one?” Max responded eagerly.

“Sure!” Teddy grabbed his sketchbook and removed a page, resting it atop and dipping his quill into ink.

For the rest of that day, every lesson was spent working on the design and passing it back and forth between Max and himself. On its journey across the fifth year Hufflepuffs, quite a few other people saw the design and by the time dinner was over and the common room filled with people, there was a crowd gathered around Teddy as he worked on more designs, several people commissioning new ideas as he went.

Teddy glowed with pride as his friends passed his work around and praised him for his talent. Drawing wasn’t something Teddy had ever been taught but it was something he had always enjoyed. Shame I can’t be a professional sketcher when I’m older, Teddy thought to himself gloomily.

What started as a bit of common room fun, culminated in Max sitting across from Teddy days later, his arm stuck out and his sleeve pulled back to reveal his forearm.

“Are you sure you trust me to do this?” Teddy asked uncertainly, looking at the equipment in front of him.

“C'mon Ted! It’s really simple, you won’t mess this up.” Max seemed unconcerned.

Teddy wasn’t quite so sure that drawing a simple sketch with a quill was quite the same as permanently inking it onto his friend’s body but Max looked so keen and eager for him to do it that Teddy didn’t have the heart to say no.

“Right, okay, deep breath then.” Teddy dipped the needle into the ink (both had a sterilisation charm cast on them, Teddy had insisted) and carefully poked it into Max’s arm. It left a satisfying but small dark spot where the needle had been. “You okay?” Teddy asked his friend with concern.

“Didn’t feel a thing, go on finish it!” Max was beaming as Teddy continued to dip the needle back and forth between the ink and Max’s skin. It didn’t take long for a line to form, followed by another, until the outline of a tiny paper aeroplane, no bigger than a thumbprint, shone brightly on Max’s pale arm, its edges rimmed with red.

“Finished.” Teddy stated proudly, sitting back to admire his handiwork.

Max was overjoyed with the tiny image and insisted it didn’t hurt at all. Teddy knew from his own tattoo experience that Max was probably lying but he didn’t bring it up. However, Max’s enthusiasm attracted the attention of many others and Teddy had a bit of a waiting list, all wanting him to do the same thing to them.

“You should start charging people, y'know, make it into a little business.” Max said excitedly.

That night in bed, Teddy thought about what Max had said. Could he make this into a business? Even a career? Teddy didn’t want to get too ahead of himself but there was something about knowing that so many people wanted him to help them that gave him a really good feeling.

“What were you thinking Lupin?” Teddy cowered at Professor McGonagall’s stern voice. He had never been on the receiving end of a real telling off from her before.

“I’m sorry Professor, I’m really sorry.” There wasn’t much else to say, what had he been thinking? He’d been thinking it seemed like a fun idea and then he was quite pleased with the result and Max had really wanted him to do it and had been so thrilled with it. Teddy wasn’t sure that was the sort of answer Professor McGonagall was looking for.

“You could have really hurt him, did you even know what you were doing?” she continued, still in that extremely stern voice. Teddy hung his head in shame, her words resounding with him. Maybe he could have hurt Max, and he would never have forgiven himself if he had.

“We did use a sterilising charm on the needle.” Max made a feeble excuse, his own head hung too.

“Well, at least you had just about enough sense to do that.” She sighed. “You will both receive a week’s worth of detention and I will be writing to your families. Mr McKinnon, I am quite sure your mother will send a howler when she hears you have allowed Mr Lupin to permanently mark your skin.”

Max gulped and looked at Teddy. Teddy looked back, pleading with his eyes for Max not to reveal anything to Professor McGonagall about Teddy’s own tattoo.

But Max was a good friend. “I’m quite sure you’re right Professor.”

“You may go, return here later tonight after dinner where you will serve your first detention. Separately.”

The boys trudged out of her office, looking forlorn. “Cheer up! At least we can still go to Hogsmeade!” Max said brightly, glancing at Teddy’s hair which Teddy assumed had switched from its usual blue to the light brown it sometimes took on when he was feeling down. One glance up at his fringe confirmed this. “I thought she’d say we were banned from the next trip.”

This was a small comfort for Teddy, who had had only two detentions his entire school career and never an entire week’s worth. What would his grandmother say? What would Harry and Ginny say? Teddy’s pleased and proud feeling from the previous day, when he’d been surrounded by people eager for his ideas, seemed like a distant memory. He no longer felt particularly proud of what he’d done after that dressing down from McGonagall.

“Hey, you could still do Calum’s later!” Max was still cheerful and misread Teddy’s mood. “He wants one on his back, McGonagall would never know!”

“No.” Teddy said shortly. “I’m not getting anyone else into trouble.”

“Let’s see it then, Teds!” Victoire’s familiar voice echoed down the deserted corridor and she dashed towards him eagerly, her silvery hair swinging around her. “C'mon, I’ve been waiting forever!”

Vic had a tendency to be somewhat overdramatic at times. Teddy grinned, his first real smile since the night before, welcoming the distraction from worrying about what post might be waiting for him at breakfast as he walked alone.

“In here.” He said, pulling the third year towards an empty classroom. She followed without hesitation, bouncing around on the balls of her feet.

It was difficult to show Vic his shoulder blade under his school uniform and he ended up removing one arm from his Hufflepuff sweatshirt and unbuttoning his school shirt, swinging his loosened tie to one side. He gestured for Victoire to push the fabric out of the way where she was standing behind him excitedly.

“Oh it’s so cute!” she exclaimed when it came into view. “I mean, er, not cute. Fierce, and scary, yes, a fierce and scary wolf.” She amended awkwardly and Teddy laughed.

“It’s ok. It’s not supposed to be fierce and scary.” He explained.

“For your dad, right?” she said gently. Vic was one of only a few people Teddy confided in about his parents.

“And mum, the pink.” Teddy replied, lowering his uniform and turning to Vic as he stuffed his arm back into his uniform sleeve.

“Of course! Teddy, it’s perfect.” She gave him a wide smile which lit up her pale blue eyes and threw her arms around him in a friendly hug. “You’re very talented.” She said as she released him and they walked together from the classroom and towards the Great Hall for breakfast.

Dear Teddy,

I have just received a correspondence from Minerva and was quite shocked at its contents. She seems to be under the impression that you have given another boy in your year group a tattoo? I very much hope she is mistaken Edward and that there is a simple explanation for this. I did not bring you up to behave in such an irresponsible way and certainly never expected this of you.

Unfortunately, I know that Minerva does not make mistakes easily, leaving me to believe that what she says is true. I am very disappointed in you Edward and thought you knew better than this. Please think carefully about your actions in the future, particularly when they involve permanently marking another human being.

I miss you lots, darling, and I’ll see you at Easter.

Love Grandma

Max thought Teddy had got off lightly when he compared the letter to his own, rather less wordy, howler which had arrived during breakfast that morning and made Teddy burn with shame. Max found it all quite funny. The truth was, Teddy would have preferred his grandmother had sent him a shouting letter. Her being angry with him was far easier to deal with than her disappointment. He’d let her down and in doing so, felt like he was letting his parents down.

Teddy couldn’t face any breakfast food and was about to make an excuse to leave the table when another owl swooped over him and dropped another letter in his lap. The envelope had 'Ted’ scrawled on it in the corner and the rest was taken up with a large and childish drawing of what was probably supposed to be a hippogriff but looked more like a camel giving a chicken a piggyback ride.

Teddy knew who it was from immediately and opened it quickly, scanning the contents.

Teddy my love,

Have we taught you nothing? If you’re going to do something you shouldn’t, don’t go and get yourself caught! I mean really? Did you not think anyone would notice a whacking great tattoo on Max’s arm that hadn’t been there the day before?

Your grandmother’s been round, wondering what to do. I told her she doesn’t need to do anything and you will have learnt your lesson but she was fixated on how on earth you’d come up with the idea in the first place. Don’t worry, I didn’t tell her about our little outing at Christmas. She didn’t mention it so I assume she still doesn’t know? Anyway, I covered for you Ted, and said I was to blame. I made up this whole story of a girl in my year at school who’d given herself a stick and poke and said I’d told you it at Christmas and that’s where you got the idea from. I think she bought it!

You owe me a lot of babysitting Mister!

Love Ginny

PS Harry wants to see your tattoo when you come home at Easter, I hope you don’t mind that I told him, he’s more intrigued than mad, promise!

Teddy grinned widely, his mood lifting slightly. He could face his grandmother’s disappointment if he had Ginny on his side.

#fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #teddy lupin #teddy lupin fanfiction #teddy x victoire #littlerose13 #mywriting #teddy remus lupin #chapter1 #careeradvice

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fiendfluid · 7 years

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i can’t believe im posting this but here we are. i haven’t wrote anything serious in 3 years so its probably not amazing but ya gotta start somewhere, and where better then the destruction of fang and kerry’s friendship?

“We're just friends.”

It shouldn't feel weird to hear that coming from Kerry. Because its true; they are friends. The best of friends hopefully, if you figured out how many years they had maintained this relationship despite their differences. Just.. friends.

It makes Fang's stomach feel queasy, his face heats up at the words even though there's no reason to have a reaction to them. Of course they're friends, what kind of question was that? Kerry stuck around through all of Fang's bullshit and whining, they had to be friends.

But here they are, sitting on the bus in excruciatingly awkward silence.

Its partly Fang's fault, they realize, after having a minor freak out for no reason and then not explaining the freak out, Kerry is giving them the cold shoulder. Which isn't too different from being around Kerry normally, but instead of comfortable silence in which Fang could rattle on about stupid things, they're both tensed up and avoiding any form of contact as if they aren't just sitting right beside each other.

“We're just friends.”

Some part of Fang rises up, petty and vicious. 'That's not what you said last night, or when you were high in my lap, whispering in my ear.'

He can't say that to Kerry, though. There's a shred of self preservation still intact inside of Fang to keep him from saying something that mean to his best friend. The bucket load of abandonment issues helps keep the words down, too.

Kerry is watching them quietly fight with themself, concerned but prideful.

Fang drags his fingernails down his arm, catching on the plastic band aids by his wrist. They almost laugh out loud at the absurdity of it all; Kerry's the one who's in love with them, not the other way around.

Kerry's staring openly, still silent as fucking ever but the concerned look has morphed into something new and raw, and it hurts to see him looking at them like that and he won't stop-

“Stop looking at me.” Is what Fang snarls, glaring venomously at Kerry. He's screaming in his head to shut up and stop making things worse but auto pilot Fang the Idiot is running the show now and its a sold out crowd to watch him ruin his one and only relationship worth a damn.

To Kerry's credit, he doesn't even stop to look hurt. No, he rises to the jab and fires straight back at Fang, voice slightly hoarse from drowsiness, “Then stop getting angry over nothing!”

It hurts. It hurts a lot and it shouldn't.

And Kerry isn't done talking yet.

“You can't just get pissy at me because something random set you off again.” Kerry snaps, “That's not fair.”

He's right.

Fuck him for being right.

What's not fair is this bullshit Kerry's dragged them into, they didn't ask for whatever this is to go this far. It was clean cut and simple for so long, why did he have to complicate it by making Fang feel things?

Fang's aware that Kerry is getting angrier and angrier the more the silence drags on without a response. A part of Fang wonders if just kissing Kerry would fix things. It worked during a few fights before, yanking him down from his high perch and knocking the wind out of him had stopped arguments in their tracks.

And it felt nice, with an arm slung around Kerry's shoulders to keep him within reach--as if he'd try to move away—the other hand weaving into his hair. Last time Fang kissed him, he was didn't see it coming at all. He had gasped against Fang's lips softly, and a little bit delighted. He was bent basically in half to meet Fang, gangly limbs wrapping quickly around them.

This wasn't helping, some miserable part of Fang pointed out.

But Fang wants to hold Kerry right now, keep him close and never let anything take him away. They want to get high together again, have Kerry sit in their lap all relaxed and laughing softly over some dumb shit. Wants to relive all those times sitting outside the hospital room on the verge of tears, but feeling safe because Kerry was there, and nothing was going to happen if he was there.

The jolt of the bus startles Fang out of his thoughts. Kerry doesn't say a word as he grabs both their bags and stomps toward the bus's exit. He's waiting on the pavement silently when Fang finally stumbles out, and completely ignores Fang's half-assed offer to carry their own bag.

If Fang thought the bus ride had been awful, the walk back home was even worse, and Kerry didn't seem to be in the mood to change it any time soon. Not that Fang was even trying to make things better, currently desperately searching through memories for some warning that this moment was going to happen eventually.

This isn't their worst fight, not even close. They've had bigger arguments over dumber things and gotten over it in a matter of minutes. This doesn't feel like something that's going to fix itself over a half order of french fries from the food vendor they pass every day on the way to Fang's apartment. There's something that's fundamentally important to their relationship just hanging in the air between them right now, and it wants two, emotionally stunted people, to delicately talk this through.

Fang lags behind, listening to Kerry's repetitive, loud foot falls, trying not to stare at his ass too much, afraid that Kerry might have some freaky third eye on his ass waiting to call them a fucking loser. Fang's procrastinating.

The chance to say something-anything is rapidly slipping away. Kerry's buzzing up to Fang's apartment and soon he's gonna leave, and you're gonna be alone again and he's not coming back-

“Why'd you say that.” Fang blurts out, it doesn't even sound like a question.

Kerry swings around slowly, staring down at Fang with a look of annoyance, but he's gone a little red around his ears. “Say what, Fang?” he sounds strained.

“You know what,” Fang says, fiddling over and over with the hem of their shirt, “'We're just friends.'”

He barely reacts to his own words back in his face. Just a raised eyebrow and a sigh that's almost a growl of frustration. He looks really pretty.

“Because, that's what we are.” His voice is clipped, “What do you want from me?”

And that surprises Fang for some stupid reason; what the fuck did he want from Kerry right now? What even was the point of bringing this up and breaking apart something that was working soundly so far.

Kerry's biting his lip, not looking at them save a few nervous glances. He decides to busy himself by buzzing the apartment to let them in again and sighs with what sounds like relief when the door unlocks.

“I'll see you later.” Kerry says, bumping into Fang as he steps away from the door to let them pass.

Say sorry, say you're sorry, say you're sorry you asshole.

“H-hey wait!” Fang cringes, that was so desperate, but it works and Kerry actually stops.

He doesn't say anything, just waves his arms in a vague, tense motion to say whatever Fang wanted to convey. Kerry's eyes are flitting everywhere, clearly uncomfortable.

“I-” I'm sorry. “I-”

“What?”

“I-uhm-” I'm sorry, just say it-

“I'm in love with you?”

Good job.

Kerry goes ridged, a blush instantly breaks out across his face. Fang wants to die and then come back to life just to die again.

“Wha-Y-you? I-I'm??-” Kerry is stuttering, arms flailing alarmingly.

Fang opens their mouth, then closes it again after a second thought. There's a ringing in their ears that's hopefully the sound of their brain self destructing so they don't have to exist in this universe any longer.

“I'm sorry-” So now you can say it?!

That was the wrong thing to say, apparently. Kerry whirls on Fang, shaking furiously, pointing an accusing finger at their face. He looks like he's about to cry and oh god, Fang fucked up.

“Sorry? What even—how do you think any of that was okay?” Kerry shouts, its slightly terrifying. “You can't just say whatever the fuck comes to your head and hope it makes things better! What is wrong with you?”

Fang wants to yell, wants to scream that he's not just saying shit because holy fuck he's in love with Kerry and he doesn't want this to be it. But his voice abandons him when tears spill from Kerry's eyes and he's glaring at Fang like they've killed him.

“Just--don't talk to me.” Kerry chokes, stumbling back, wiping his palms against his face, valiantly trying to remain stoic.

Fang actually manages to step forward as Kerry starts moving away, arms outstretched to do something.

“Welp,” Fang says to no one, when Kerry is out of sight, and everything is awful again. “I fffffucked up.”

#jack writes #if anything doesnt make sense tellll meeeee #zhu fang #kerry #writing fang is difficult because he feels things rapidly and strongly #so it gets a little all over the place w his emotions

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transformationstuck · 7 years

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Of Gasms and Ghosts part 2

[Continuation of this fic]

Aradia was still sweaty and exhausted from the past half hour. Not only was she still feeling the afterglow - as well as a little bit of shame - but her chest was still swollen to the point where each rumble sphere more than matched the size of her head. All of this was the handiwork of the sexy and salacious ghost still possessing the damn things, Porrim.

It had been an enjoyable enough evening, if a little intense for Aradia’s tastes, but now she was interested in reclaiming both her body and her measurements, as the weight on her chest was already bringing Aradia some discomfort. But before she’d had a chance to so much as kindly ask Porrim to leave, something happened.

Another ghost had arrived.

“I’ll ask again…” Aradia said, staring at the cyan-clad troll whose jeans were tearing at the seams, “Who are you?”

“Huzzah-what?” The ghost shook her head before pulling down her red shades, her colourless eyes peeking over the top as she flashed Aradia what could only be described as a ‘Cool Girl Smile’. It was lucky that the troll had both shades and no pupils, otherwise Aradia might have picked up on the way she was staring at her rack.

“Girl you should know that that thing you’re rockin’ is absolute radsauce!” Quipped the ghost, holding out both hands out in front of her, using her thumbs and forefingers to put Aradia in an imaginary frame before slowly zooming that frame in until it only captured Aradia’s chest.

“Uhhh… thanks?” Aradia said, a little uncertain how to react to the compliment… for several reasons, not the least being that she was still topless.

“Yeah girl! A chick could get their 360 Envy kickflip goin’ just lookin’ at you!” She cheered, floating up close to Aradia, “If I weren’t incorporad I’d give you a celebratory hand slap to end all celebratory hand slaps!”

“A-- you mean a high five?” Aradia asked.

“You know it!” Latula confirmed, giving Aradia a wink, “Man, I ain’t seen a body like yours since, well… since…”

“Hey Latula.”

The ghost, Latula, suddenly froze up, her glasses slipping and hanging low on her face. Aradia hadn’t expected Porrim to be able to communicate with the outside world given her current state, taking her radio silence as evidence of that. But it seemed the Jadeblood had elected to go silent only for the sake of surprising her dear departed friend.

Aradia felt a little nervous as Latula’s head turned down towards her chest, any ambiguity in her focus now lost as she addressed her tits directly, “P-Popo? That you in there?” She asked, pushing her glasses back up her nose.

“In the flesh.” Porrim answered.

“Hah! Oh man, I thought I sensed you ‘round here!” Latula cried, floating right up to Aradia’s chest, head just a few inches from her boobs, “Jeez girl, you spreadin’ those gifts of yours around or didja find the only other gal wi’ matching tiddies and just feel like you needed another bounce in your old flesh?” Latula asked, then after a brief pause added, “Oh, I just got that.”

“I’m glad my joke didn’t fall on deaf ears.” Porrim responded, “Oh but no, Aradia was far from matching my figure before I decided to give her a little enhancing.”

Aradia felt a little aggravated at having her changes be described as ‘enhancements’, but she held her tongue. Latula, however, did not, “Well you sure did a damn good job with gettin’ those melons up to par, Por!” She said, ghostly hands brushing over them, making Aradia whimper as her mist-like fingers tickled her sensitive flesh, “Though I do gotta ask why a gal like you would go around sharin’. I thought you had a thing ‘bout accepting bods as they are.”

“Believe me, miss Megido was the figure of petite beauty before my meddling, but in the interest of sensitivity, I had to make a handful of changes.” Porrim said, making Aradia blush at her comments.

“A handful? Heh, I get it. ...Though I think you’re underestimating your measurements.” Latula chuckled, “Yeah, okay. But I still gotta ask… why wouldya even do that?”

“It’s really very simple...” Porrim began, and Aradia could taste a sensuous essence in her voice, “So I could reach orgasm, Pyrope.”

It was rather interesting watching a ghost spit-take. Having no air in her lungs or liquid in her mouth left her spitting out nothing but a small foggy cloud. “You-buh-wha… You found a way to get your O on? Holy shit girl! You damn well better share your secret!”

“What secret is that?” Porrim asked, mischievously, “I never reached climax, Aradia did. She simply… shared it with me.”

Aradia would have felt more hot and bothered by Porrim so casually talking about her recent orgasm, but having a ghost talk to her boobs, which were themselves responding, was putting things into perspective for her.

“So you’re saying that if I find a sap with a big enough libido, I can…” Latula trailed off, making obvious motions with her hands.

“Well, she’d need to have a particularly strong connection to the spirit world.” Porrim said, “Even among the lower castes, when was the last time you met a troll who could talk to ghosts?”

Latula pondered this for a moment, tilting on her axis as she considered Porrim’s question. “Well fuck.” She spat, then sighed, “Well, you enjoy yourself Pompom… Out of all of us, you deserve this the most.”

Aradia’s face fell into one of pity as she watched the sullen-mooded ghost slink away. Her body lowered into the ground as she went, her ass sinking further into the floor as it shook with every step. Ghosts didn’t need to walk, but sometimes they themselves seemed to forget that.

“W-Wait!” Aradia called out before she could stop herself.

“Aradia?” Came Porrim’s confused voice.

“Look…” Aradia said, speaking softly, “I can’t say I understand what you two have been through, or how much being without pleasure weighs on a soul, but… If it were me… I suppose I would find the scenario just as intolerable.”

“So what you’re saying is…?” Latula asked, turning around and looking Aradia right in the eyes. She held one hand behind her back, crossing her fingers tightly, something that Aradia could just make out given the girl’s literal transparency.

“I’ll… let you use my body.” Aradia sighed, holding her arms to her sides and closing her eyes, resigning herself to her fate. As far as fates went, this one wasn’t too bad.

“I suppose that means I should vacate the premises…” Porrim sighed.

“No… you can stay.” Aradia responded, gently patting one of her breasts, “I’m not going to force you to sit and watch… as long as neither of you mind.”

“I’m more than okay with sharing.” Porrim answered, who would have no doubt winking or seductively licking her lips had she not currently been a pair of tits.

Latula’s eyes welled up with joy, her smile becoming wide as her lips quivered, “Fuck. Yeeeeeesssss!” She cried, floating up into the air to punch the sky, “Araz, you got mad generosity flowin’ through your Pump Biscuit.”

Before Aradia could question the validity of generosity’s relevance to the vascular system Latula was already flying around her at high speeds, “So Pornstar, how do I make the magic happen?” She asked as she came to rest right before Aradia’s bosom again.

“I chose a body part I particularly liked and just… tried.” Porrim explained, “The phrase ‘wanting it bad enough’ springs to mind. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

Latula nodded, “Well that one’s a no brainer.” Latula said with a grin, reaching around to put her ghostly hands on Aradia’s ass, “Mind lifting your girth bearers?”

Why Latula needed her on her feet, Aradia had no idea. Being intangible should have given Latula easy access to her butt, regardless of her chair, but Aradia stood anyway. “I’m ready…” She muttered, bracing herself.

Latula smiled as she floated right behind Aradia’s ass. Her skirt really didn’t do much to show it off, but Latula was certain Aradia was packing some kind of junk in the traversal box.

Aradia shivered as she again felt the strange coldness of being possessed. Given how hot and sweaty she was from her earlier fun, it was actually rather refreshing, despite the unnerving bodily chill. Slowly more and more of the cold sunk into her veins, making her keel over and clutch at her seat just to stay on her feet, her now massive tits dangling beneath her.

“Fffff… s-so cold…” Porrim shivered, feeling her nipples perking up. She then felt as her nipples were suddenly mashed up against a surface as Aradia stumbled away from her chair and up to a wall, resting her upper body against it as Latula’s body finally dissipated entirely into Aradia’s ass.

Aradia trembled, her body pressed awkwardly against the wall, a tiny bit of moisture running down the inside her leg.

“Feels good to be back.” Latula said, “Not gonna lie, this is pretty weird, but it feels hella good to have an ass again.”

“G-Glad I could be of, nnn, help…” Aradia groaned.

“I must say I’m enjoying our new position.” Porrim hummed.

“So…” Latula said after a few more moments of Aradia just leaning there, breathing heavily, “Is she… actually going to start, or do I have to do something?”

“Rude.” Porrim scolded, “Aradia, when you’re ready, be a dear and start us off slow and steady.”

Aradia took a few more breaths before gulping and standing up straight, cradling her breasts in one arm, “O-Of course. Sorry.” She panted, before leaning back and gently playing with her tits, running her hands around them and relaxed in the relatively light pleasure it brought her.

“Mmm…” Porrim sighed.

“Mmmm.” Latula grumbled.

“Is… something wrong?” Aradia asked.

“Sorry, I barely feel a thing.” Latula answered, sounding frustrated, “C’mon Megidazzles, give your rump a bit of that love too, you get me?”

Of course, Aradia thought, it made only made sense that the ghost in her ass would be craving attention to the very same. Letting go of one of her teats, she moved her hand back to lift up her skirt and squeeze at her rather tiny backside.

“Mmrrmmm.” Latula hummed, “That’s it Araz, keep goin’! Get as much of me as you can in that hand! Squeeze! Treat that ass to some spankin’!” She ordered.

It was a little hard to get a bigger handful of her ass when she’d already grabbed as much of it as she could, but Aradia tried her hardest, spreading her fingers wide and clutching at her skin, trying her hardest to be rougher and tougher.

As Aradia brought down her open palm upon her backside she yelped. She’d not held back, and now her ass was stinging from the pain.

“Yow ow ow ow!” Latula’s yelps matched Aradia’s own, “Jeez girl, you really need more padding down here.”

In pain but still alert, Aradia immediately recognised the implications, “W-Wait! I don’t want you making my ass as big as, well, yours!” She cried, and gulped before voicing an addendum, “M-Maybe a little bigger… if you really need to…”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything, but hells yeah! I been waiting for this!” Latula cheered, and suddenly Aradia found the same feeling she’d had in her tits just minutes ago, but now awash over her booty.

“Ffff…” She seethed, trying not keep herself from letting out any more embarrassing noises, “O-Okay, that’s enough!”

Aradia’s butt was now something far closer to Porrim’s. Her derriere, while nowhere near the size of the Pyrope's, had become shapely and round with her panties now starting to dig uncomfortably into her flesh. Reaching down, Aradia felt the increased mass of her behind, legs trembling as she ran her hand over her thickened flesh.

“Okay, NOW try and give that ass what it deserves!” Latula called, so enthusiastic that Aradia could swear she felt her butt wiggle.

Starting to regret her own empathy, Aradia lifted her hand again, bracing herself as she brought her palm back down upon her rump. “N-Ow!” She yelped, but this time the sensation was fleeting, the stinging pain not lingering as it had done following her last attempt.

“Ahah! Yes, that’s what we want!” Latula cheered, “Gimme some more!”

Aradia nodded, one hand clutching at her breast as she gave her ass another firm spank, and then another, until all the shaking of her slightly plump rump caused her bunched up skirt to slide back over her ass. With a sigh, Aradia finally let up on her spankings, hoping Latula would be satisfied with the same gropings she was giving to Porrim.

At first Latula did indeed seem to be rather placated by the red loving that supplanted the black. Making soft sounds of pleasure as Aradia’s hand ran over her cheeks. But with every moment that passed Latula grew more and more restless as what amounted to little more than a fully-clothed massage became boring to her. “Hey… not to complain, Megz, but are you ever gonna get to really makin’ use of this thing? M’all for drawin’ out the foreplay, but you can’t just aimlessly roll about the park all day, you gotta start throwin’ out some kickflips, you dig?”

“The metaphor, yes, but not the rhetoric.” Aradia answered, “I… I thought this was what you wanted?”

“Well it certainly ain’t something I don’t want, but a girl with an ass like mine has more needs than just spankin’ and squeezin’.” Latula said.

“What do you mean by--” Aradia began, but her imagination ran ahead of her, and she realised just what Latula must be implying. “No, you don’t mean-- Hah… Hahahahah. N-N-N-Noooo, I-I don’t do that.” Aradia shuddered, her anus clenching apprehensively.

“I-I’m not asking you to stuff an entire facsimile buzzrod inside your ass!” Latula quickly interjected, desperate to convince Aradia to change her mind, “Just… Just a finger or two will do!”

“Well… I suppose it can’t hurt.” Aradia mused, smiling bemusedly. As weird as all this was, the sensations had so far been mostly pleasant, and these ghosts were introducing her to a rather interesting world of sexuality, even if she wasn’t planning on revisiting it any time soon. Taking a deep breath and licking at two of her fingers, she resumed playing with her curves, sliding her slickened digits between her cheeks, rubbing tentatively around her back entrance.

“Mmm… yeah, that’s a nice start.” Latula said, and Aradia could almost feel her squirms.

“She has talented hands, she just needs to learn how to use them.” Porrim assured Latula.

Aradia blushed. She puffed out her cheeks, bracing herself as she pushed her middle finger inside of herself, squirming a little as her tight pucker resisted her efforts. Gritting her teeth, she tried to push another finger inside, just barely getting it to fit before she let out a pained squeal, “N… Nnnaaaah!”

“Ow, yup. Ow, that’s an untrained ass for sure.” Latula grunted, “Hold on… Ow, nnnnnh… Haaah…” Latula let out a sigh of relief as once again Aradia’s ass put on some new mass, her anus gaining a bit more elasticity without sacrificing any of the tightness, letting Aradia slip the two fingers in with relative ease.

“Th-Thanks…” Aradia groaned, one leg spasming a little as she wiggled her own fingers about inside her. Her ass now outclassed Porrim’s, but was still a far fling from the girth that was Latula’s. Now that it no longer hurt, Aradia even dared to slide in a third finger, just as thanks to Latula for her fast thinking.

Only now that she could actually take a third finger, her fingers no longer felt quite so satisfying to use. Trying to add a fourth finger was uncomfortable, forcing her to twist her hand into an awkward shape just to get the last one in. “Hrrrgh…” Aradia grunted, returning to using just her first three fingers, slowly sliding them in and out as Latula moaned her satisfaction.

Aradia scanned her room for something she could use as a substitute. She wasn’t sure why, but having her ass be as big as it was now was making her feel both empty and needy. Like how the changes to her breasts gave her Porrim’s sensitivity, were the changes made to her ass reflecting Latula’s own body? Aradia couldn’t imagine what it must be like to crave anal stimulation like this for one’s entire life.

Finally Aradia’s eyes fell upon one of her favourite whips. Hung up on the wall, the whip’s thick, smooth handle and ribbed grip beckoned to the twice-possessed girl. She ignored the disappointed sounds from both girls as she took her hands from both breasts and butt to pull her weapon down, giving it a nice long lick as she prepared it for insertion.

Circling the makeshift town around her backside, Aradia shoved the thing inside her with one firm push, amazed out how easily it slid inside her suddenly very accommodating asshole. The whip itself hung from her butt almost like a tail, swishing around as she swung her ass from side to side.

“Oooooh…” Latula moaned, feeling the toy rub up against key spots inside her, “You may be a noob, Araz, but you’re a mad team player!”

Porrim tittered, amused with Aradia’s antics and ingenuity, “I hope you have more plans for that thing than just-- OW~”

Aradia couldn’t believe she’d just done that, but a controlled whip to her own breast had given her an exhilarating high. Only able to grip the midpoint of the whip, her technique was limited, but she had just enough control to make sure she didn’t go too far. After running the whip gently over the light red mark she’d left, Aradia gave herself another strike, her ass clenching tightly from the pain.

“FFfffffuck!” Porrim cried, “M-Mind turning that thing on Latula?”

Aradia was more than happy to turn her attention back to her rump, giving the whip a crack. Aradia just wanted to let Latula know what she could really do with the thing, not that she’d be stupid enough to use that on her own body. As she heard Latula whimper in fearful anticipation, Aradia felt she could get used to this. But first she needed to bring the whip down one more time.

“NnnnnoooooooOOOO!!!!” Latula cried. Right before the weapon came down upon her flesh, Latula panicked, and all the mass she’d yet to apply to Aradia filled the girl’s ass so quickly that the whip bounced off her skin ineffectively.

“H-Haaah…” Aradia groaned, gripping her suddenly enormous ass with both hands, losing her grip on the whip as she held her wobbling tush.

“S… Sorry…” Latula apologised.

“Suffice to say… I normally keep Latula tied up before I…” Porrim began, but then stopped as she felt Aradia quiver and shake, “Are you okay?”

“Nnn… Nnnnngh!” Groaned the Megido, “I… oh fuck… I-I need…”

Aradia never said what it was that she needed, but as she pulled the whip from her ass, it quickly became very obvious. With earnest Aradia tried to fist herself with both hands, groaning as she strained her back to make such a thing possible.

“Oh… Oh yeah… That’s… that’s my ass for you.” Latula said, her voice managing to sound sheepish despite her groans from the attempted fisting.

Aradia took a few staggered steps towards her respiteblock, desperate to fill the void, and she had something in mind that just might work. On a previous expedition she’d managed to find a rather distinctly shaped artefact. An egg-like thing adorned pearls and jades and other smooth gems. While probably worth about as much as Aradia’s entire hive, the archeology-lover had instead treasured the thing enough to leave it right by her recuperacoon. Never ever had the girl even thought about using the thing for… this.

Gulping, Aradia hovered her ass above the thing. It was big, larger than both her breasts combined. It was a good thing the egg was so heavy, with a wide base affixed right onto the bottom, or the thing might have been at risk of becoming lost within Aradia’s depths.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” Latula screamed as Aradia penetrated herself upon the egg’s tip, immediately sinking herself down further and further, groaning as her pucker ran over the bumps and patterns of the ornately decorated egg.

Aradia’s ass was so stretchy now that she was soon reaching the halfway point of the egg. Just a few S-shaped patterns stood between her and the bottom. The patterns were raised and quite thick, making Aradia’s eyes roll back as she her asshole run across all of them at once.

“PUH-AAAAH!” Aradia clenched her legs together as her asshole closed around the bottom of the egg almost immediately, pulling her entire body downward as the egg became little more than an ostentatious buttplug. She could feel and even see a bump in her stomach from the sheer size of the thing. “O-Oh… fuck… W-Why did I do that?” She groaned, rubbing the bump softly.

“B-B-B-B-Because you’re the fuckin’ bomb!” Latula stuttered, “R… Ride… Ride it. Ride that thing Araz!”

“D-Don’t forget me!” Porrim cried, but with a pair of hands already moving to grope at their chest, she was most certainly not forgotten.

Aradia’s asshole widened and closed again and again as she rode the egg, sliding herself up and down, doing perhaps the world’s most body-straining squats Alternia had ever been witness to. Each time she went back down to the base she would sigh as her anus ceased to be so stretched, but also flinch as the egg punched her from the inside. With only a few dozen squats upon the planet’s most expensive sex toy, Aradia was soon nearing a climax that she was certain would be absolutely mind-blowing.

“Fuck… Fffffuck!” Latula was close to yelling, “I-I’m… Mmmmmm! Yes! Yes! YES YES YES! MORE! MAKE ME CUM!!!”

Porrim wasn’t doing much better as Aradia’s breasts bounced around with her movements, her hands doing little to hold them in place. “Mmmn… Nnnn!”

And finally, and with absolute adoration from Porrim, Aradia hefted up one of her breasts and began suckling on her nipple. Her tongue ran around it, the pleasure between two intense pleasure sweet spots so intense that Aradia didn’t just cum, but actually couldn’t stop cumming! Her nook gushed, squirting onto the floor as her ass sucked in the egg one last time.

Aradia rested with the egg still inside her. She rubbed it absentmindedly as she slowly returned to proper consciousness. During this time she heard not a peep from the ghosts, but the moment she tried to move a squeak from Latula let her know they had yet to leave.

Aradia took a deep breath and bit her lip as she slid her ass off of the egg, leaning her body back and forth in a misguided effort to make things easier on her ass. Now that the fun was over, the ‘toy’ was no longer pleasurable to have inside her. “You two…” Aradia groaned, finding it easier to inch up and off the thing the higher she got. Soon her anus was relinquishing the egg with a wet ‘schlick’.

“I… I don’t know about you two…” Aradia yawned, crawling towards her recuperacoon on her hands and knees, breasts dangling down, swaying as she went, “But I need to sleep… Please, turn me back to normal by the time I-- Huh?”

As Aradia climbed up to the entrance to her recuperacoon she noticed something strange inside the slime. She squinted, trying to make out just what the thing was. As she stared, she soon realised that it was staring back. “Oh no.”

“NOOOOOO!” Came an ear-piercing psychic cry, “I-I WASN’T WATCHING! I… OH NO, PORRIM, LATULA! I… I’m caught red-handed, huh?”

“Oh no… not again…”

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