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I'm Like You - Origins SMP Oneshot

A/N: So... Origins SMP may be over but that won't stop me from posting this-! :D

Origins SMP please come back

Anyway here's some hurt/comfort more on the fluffy side. - Minty

TW: Blood/gore, mention of death, kidnapping, mention of chopping one's wings off, mention of selling body parts, almost drowning, cursing. (Let me know if I need to add anything else!)

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Phil remembered the day they found him - he was tangled in some seaweed and reeds, floating along in the water, leaving a trail of crimson red in his wake. The teenager's right wing was a shamble of blood and feathers, bruises and cuts littering his skin that ignited Phil's anger - he had half a mind to find that damn village and set it ablaze. But, his mind made sure the boy was the priority. Phil untangled him, thankful that the ocean hadn't let him float out to sea, and pulled him on land, quickly searching for a pulse and practically sighing in relief when he'd found one. Phil wondered how long the kid had been out here - he felt ice-cold to the touch, skin ghostly pale.

He remembered, holding the teenager close in his arms as he took off in the air, wondering why. Why would someone hurt a kid, a child, for something they couldn't control? Why would someone have so much hate in their hearts to land deadly hits on a defenseless person? Why then, after everything they did to him, did they leave him in the river to die? Phil never really got an answer that night as he returned toward Ghostbur's mansion on the mountain. He guessed that maybe the world just didn’t have an answer, or rather, they just didn’t have an answer he wanted to hear.

Phil’s roommate, a good-natured phantom called Ghostbur, practically rushed the kid upstairs to a bed, grabbing supplies before Phil even had a chance to explain what happened. “Ghostbur, you really shouldn’t-!” Phil huffed as he launched himself to the second level, grabbing his friend by the arm, feeling his friend’s body shake with adrenaline, emotion. “Wil, he’s got a broken wing - wings are very sensitive and extremely delicate, we need to be careful.” His hand reached up to steady his phantom friend. “Can you grab a couple of potions, bandages, as well as a needle and thread for me? I’ll work on cleaning him up.”

The phantom took a deep breath, silently phasing through the floor beneath his feet to grab the items Phil requested. He understood Ghostbur’s worry - damaged wings for winged creatures could quickly turn detrimental, it was a natural part of who they were, how they felt, and sensed danger around them. Without it, they’d feel incomplete, empty, but most importantly - they’d be in their most vulnerable state.

Phil’s fingers were soft and light as he cleaned out the wounded wing, picking out and straightening feathers that were stuck, misshapen, or out of place. Gently, using lukewarm water, he washed the dirt, rocks, and dried blood from the wound, careful to move slowly so as to not cause alarm to the kid. Ghostbur floated up next to him, placing the things he asked for on the bedside table, crossing his arms, and looking over to the teenager. “Is he gonna be okay, Phil?”

“I…” Phil sighed. “I dunno. The wound’s deep, half his flying feathers are gone… thank gods whoever left him had a shit aim, it looks like they were trying to take the wing off at the source.”

“Can you fix it?”

“...I can try.”

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Tommy’s head pounded, his body wrapped in a comforting warmth that practically screamed at him to sink into. His muscles ached for rest, but Tommy knew he needed to get moving. His head ached so much it made his brain go fuzzy as he struggled to remember what happened yesterday. He and Tubbo were moving to go collect some honey… Did he fall asleep again?

Tommy would admit it wouldn’t be the first time he found a good sunlight patch to catch a nap and the shulker hybrid had to carry him back to their base on the mountain. How long had he slept? Why was he still tired?

His ears perked up as he heard shuffling around him. His instincts began to flare, sending signals up his spine. Wait… the hunters… the hunters took him… Tubbo’s in danger-

He felt someone touch his wing, gently moving it toward themselves. His wing… they tried to take his wings, they wanted to sell them for money-! Tommy’s eyes snapped open. He wasn’t home. He didn’t know where he was and a stranger was touching his wing.

dangerdangerdanger-

Ignoring his body’s protests to rest, he leaped up, surprising the attacker as he tackled him toward the wall quickly to restrain him, pinning his neck with his arm. A crash sounded behind him but Tommy didn’t care. He was getting out of here and saving Tubbo no matter what. His eyes bore into the ill-intended stranger, ready for a fight. “Where am I?!”

The stranger’s eyes flicked up toward Tommy’s, at first matching his intense gaze before quickly softening, silent as he became acutely aware of the razor-sharp talons digging into his leg. “You’re in my house.” He did his best to keep his voice calm. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Where’s Tubbo?”

“Who-”

Tommy slammed the man back against the wall. “Don’t act dumb you fucker, where’s the shulk?!”

“I don’t know, okay?! Just-!”

Tommy’s eyes flicked over toward the window - an escape! He needed to get out of here, clearly Tubbo got taken somewhere else if the stranger didn’t know him. He needed to get free and… and come up with some kind of plan...yeah! Adrenaline pumping like mad from the close encounter, the stranger noticed his gaze as realization hit him.

“Wait… hold on, you really shouldn’t-!”

Tommy felt the wind flow underneath his wings, perched on the window ledge. They were achingly sore - who knows how long he’d been trapped here? Moving to crack a tense spot in his back, Tommy felt a sense of relief. He smiled, knowing that his wings wouldn’t be sore for much longer. They just needed to stretch.

Phil rushed forward, an inch too late as Tommy leaped from the building.

The teenager stretched his wings out to catch himself on the breeze, confident for the span of at least a minute. He closed his eyes like he usually did to better focus. Why couldn’t he feel his wings picking him up? Why wasn’t his body doing what he needed to - it was as simple as taking a step! Just stretch and glide on the breeze.

Stretch, and…

For the first time since the avian learned to fly, Tommy found himself crashing down onto the grass. Shame welled up in his stomach, paired with confusion. Hearing the door bang open behind him added to it all a twinge of fear. He stumbled, trying in vain to gather his bearings. Ignoring the sting of scratches from the crash, he ran into the forest.

“Wait! Mate, just wait for a second!”

The wind picked up through the trees, tangling through hair and setting practically every nerve on Tommy’s wings aflame. There was danger. He needed to fly. He needed to fly away, but… but he couldn’t. He was trapped and alone with hunters chasing him down to finish the job they started. He couldn’t stop running. He couldn’t, because if he did he could say goodbye to flying ever again. He’d never grow his wings back, and he’d look like a useless disgusting human.

He’d be normal.

Flying was the only hybrid skill, the only uniqueness about him. Tommy would rather die than ever have that stripped away from him. Chopping away bone, muscle, and feather - all in the interest of earning a few gold coins! Well, fuck them. His body barely running on energy as it was, his legs gave out on him as he fell to the ground again.

No. Please.

He heard footsteps, flipping around to see the blonde man. Pure fear gripped him for the first time in his life. He scooted backwards as the man tried to approach. Another pathetic attempt at escaping - why was he even trying anymore? His back hit a tree trunk, his wings shrinking back, as scared as he was. Yet, the blonde man moved closer.

“Stay back! Stay back, or…” Tommy struggled, quickly moving to grab a rock, holding it up in some sort of threat. As if a rock could take down a hybrid hunter. “...or I will mess you up, bro!”

The blonde man stopped walking forward. “Look, I know you’re confused and scared, I would be too. But I promise, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Liar! I won’t let you take them!”

The man’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Take them…? I…” He looked down at the teenager in sympathy. “I don’t want your wings, I swear!”

“Bullshit!” Tommy yelled. “I know your game, stop acting so innocent! You can’t lure me in, you can’t make me trust a single word you say, hunter!”

“I’m not... I’m not a hunter, okay?” Phil said, stepping closer and making Tommy tense. He sat down four feet away from the teen, taking a deep breath before shouldering off his green robe, leaving the white tank. Immediately, a pair of translucent, metallic wings unfurled from his back, so large Tommy almost felt intimidated. Tommy wanted to say something, but words died on his throat. Phil shrugged his shoulders after stretching his wings out looking up toward the avian. He awkwardly smiled. “...well mate, I’m like you.”

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holdin-out-for-a-hero · 3 years

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Creep- FFVII Biggs X Reader Ch. 14/?

Summary: You get on the bad side of one of Corneo’s men and now you have a target on your back.

A/N: It didn’t take me a month this time! I think I finally found a writing system that works for me. Also a heads up: I totally didn’t proofread this chapter. I will in a month and be horrified by the mistakes. I also found a plot hole in the game when writing this chapter and you know what? I didn’t care to fix it.

It had been a while since you and Tifa woke up in what you could only call a dungeon. The cold, stone room was filled to the brim with torture devices. Looking around your nightmarish surroundings raised two questions: Who did Corneo use these devices on? And would you or Tifa be one of those people? You didn't want to think about that.

You had already apologized to Tifa a hundred times for dragging her into this mess, and every time she would reassure you that everything would be all right. It only seemed to make you feel worse, though. She was going through the same shit as you and still felt the need to console you from the problem you caused. You hoped she was right, though. That everything would be alright. You didn't know what you would do if she were wrong.

If the two of you did make it out alive, you still didn't know if you could forgive yourself for what had happened. When Tifa volunteered to help, you should have refused her. In fact, you shouldn't have even suggested going into the Corneo mansion in the first place. Most of the team was against the idea; you should've listened to them. And now you didn't know if you'd see any of them again. Biggs was especially against the idea, and you felt like a fool for taking such a risk. Biggs... you never really got to admit your feeling to him. Sure, you snuck a peck on his cheek before you left, but that wasn't a real confession. What if he took it platonically?

Either way, it was too late now...

The doors to the dungeon opened. You stood up on instinct, preparing yourself to face whoever was coming down. Tifa seemed to do the same, readying her fists in front of her.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you," a voice called.

Multiple figures came down the stairs: Three lackeys and two more girls for the audition. One of the lackeys carried an unconscious brunette over his shoulder while another dragged a rather muscular blonde down the steps. The third lackey held a gun, aiming it between you and Tifa.

"Just stay where you are and everything's gonna be just fine," The man said.

You weren't about to test him, so you kept still as the two lackeys carried in the other girls, setting them down onto the cold stone floor. Once they were done and had headed back up the stairs, the man with the gun slowly made his way up, too. He kept the weapon trained on either one of you the whole time you were within eyesight, and even then, he kept it held out beside him just in case of a sneak attack. Once he made it out of the dungeon, he slammed the door behind him.

As soon as he had left, Tifa fell to the side of the blonde, checking on her to make sure she was ok.

You glanced over at the brunette. At first glance, she seemed fine, but you couldn't be sure until you checked. Who knows, she could've had a bad reaction to the gas.

Kneeling down by her side, you placed two fingers onto her neck. The strong pulse felt underneath set you at ease; she was probably fine.

Upon closer inspection you noticed the woman was gorgeous, a true natural beauty with delicate features. You and Tifa had stiff competition, that was for sure. Though you didn't think anyone really wanted to win.

The blonde was beginning to stir, making soft groans as she regained consciousness. Tifa leaned over the woman just as her lids fluttered open.

"Hey, can you hear me?" Tifa asked, and the woman jumped away from her.

"Tifa?" The blonde asked in a voice you vaguely recognized. You turned you attention away from the brunette in order to watch their interaction. Her voice sounded oddly deep for a woman, though you weren't going to judge. Why did she sound so familiar?And how did she know Tifa?

"Yes...?" Tifa replied, just as confused as you were. It was clear she didn't know this person, which only raised more questions. You stared at the woman, taking in her both beautiful and slightly odd appearance. Her blonde hair seemed awfully spiked and layered, something you also found familiar. That and the voice...

"You ok?" The woman asked. She sounded so familiar and yet you couldn't clearly pinpoint where you remembered her. It felt like her name was on the top of your tongue, and you just couldn't figure it out. Maybe the gas was still screwing with your head...

Tifa nodded to the blonde slowly; confused herself at the familiarity of the woman.

"Good," the blonde sighed.

"Wait a minute..." Tifa said, finally piecing the puzzle pieces together. She furrowed her brows as she stared into a familiar set of fluorescent eyes. Blue and Green, mako green. Just like Cloud's... Tifa gasped, leaning forward, "Cloud!? is that you? Oh my god, that makeup! And that dress!"

"Nailed it. I know. Thank you, moving on."

"I can't believe it..." you whispered to yourself. What was he doing here? Why was he dressed like that? And most importantly, how did you not recognize him sooner? You sure hoped it was the gas, or else you'd feel really stupid.

You were so caught up in the realization, you didn't notice that the brunette next to you was stirring awake.

From the corner of your eye you noticed something move, causing you to twist to the side and see that the brunette had sat upwards, holding her head with her hands.

"Hey, you ok?" You asked, moving to her aid.

"I think so. A little woozy, but I'll manage." She replied. As you helped her to her feet, Cloud rushed over, lending a hand as well.

The brunette's demeanor changed as she caught sight of Tifa. From groggy and confused to cheery and excited, she bounced over to your friend.

"Hey Tifa, how ya doing?" She asked. Tifa stared at the woman in confusion.

"Do you two know each other?" You asked.

"Technically no, but I'm Aerith, a friend of Cloud's," the woman said. For being drop dead gorgeous, she seemed a little strange, "We were worried and thought we'd come help you two out."

"Thanks...?" Tifa responded, her eyebrows furrowed and head tilted to the side.

"What's your name?" Aerith turned to face you, a charming smile on her lips.

"Y/N," you replied, placing your hand out to shake. Cloud brushed past you before Aerith could reciprocate the action.

"Cut the chatter. We've gotta leave right now," he said, leading the way towards the only exit.

"No! Not until we've got what we came for," Tifa said. Cloud stopped in his tracks, turning around to look at her.

"What?"

"We've got business here," you said to him, "Two things we need to take care of."

"And what are they?" Cloud sighed.

"We've got to see what Corneo wants with Barrett, and I've got to get one of his men to stop stalking me."

"We're auditioning because we need some one-on-one time with Corneo, but we're only two of four candidates, so if we don't get picked, It'll all be for nothing," Tifa added, a small frown forming on her lips as she considered the outcomes.

"Then your worries are over, aren't they?" Aerith said, moving to stand beside Cloud, "Cause the other two candidates are right here. Right?"

"Right..." Cloud groaned.

"So yeah! If we're all in on it, then nothing can go wrong!"

"Uh, I guess not..." Tifa said apprehensively.

"You, Me, Cloud, and Y/N. Makes no difference who gets chosen, does it?"

"I don't know, Aerith. It feels wrong getting you involved in all this."

"Don't even bother trying to talk her out of it," Cloud said.

"Aww! Cloud gets me! Took you long enough," Aerith slapped him on the shoulder. Then she turned back around, meeting eyes with you, "What about the second issue? The stalker? We can help with that too, right? I've dealt with a few stalkers myself, so that's why I hired Cloud as my bodyguard!"

"Well... I mean, only if you want to. I'd love the backup," you replied.

"It's settled then! So what's the plan?"

"One of the guards said something about leftovers, so I'm guessing the three of us he doesn't pick are gonna be free game for the rest of his men. That's the best bet for me to find and deal with my stalker. Once we teach him and the rest of the guys a lesson, we can go help whoever gets picked get information out of Corneo."

"Sounds perfect!" Aerith replied, which surprised you because the plan was in no way perfect. But she seemed like the optimistic type, so maybe she was just trying to be encouraging.

"So what happens now?" Cloud asked.

"I think they'll call for us when it's time," Tifa replied. The conversation slowly died as Cloud and Aerith took in their surroundings for the first time. You could only imagine what they were thinking.

"This room gives me the creeps," Aerith shivered, looking around at all the torture devices throughout the room. Restraints, cages, weapons-Everything about the place was so wrong...

Cloud looked throughout the room for anything that may be useful later, and yet there was nothing. Well, nothing practical at least. Nothing any of you could hide under your dress. The strangest thing, though, was a vending machine in the back of the room shaped like the Don himself. But Cloud had no money on him, which meant it was also useless. Eventually, he wandered back to where you, Tifa, and Aerith were.

A voice came over the loudspeakers: "Now ladies, listen up. I'm sure you're still feeling a bit woozy, but tonight's audition's about to begin. Head up the door to the left and up the stairs. Come on, ladies, let's hustle."

Well, that was your cue, so you and the rest of the group made your way to the audition. All the while though, you couldn't help but fear that you may be picked. What would happen then? Or what if you couldn't find the creep? Things could go very, very wrong in this situation.

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"Introducing Wall Market's most eligible bachelor... the one and only Don Corneo!" A Corneo lackey announced, gesturing to the doorway in the center of the room.

"Ladies," A creepy man, who you assumed was the Don, said as he peaked around the curtains of the doorframe. Without even looking at the rest of your group, you could tell they were all thinking the same thing: eww.

The Don was an odd looking man, middle aged and generally unattractive. He compensated with an extravagant taste in fashion, yet it only made him look more disgusting.

He sauntered around the corner, hands held out like some kind of gremlin as he licked his lips at the sight of you four. You wanted to throw up.

"Nice. Very Nice!" He growled as he ogled at everyone's bodies. Never their faces, only their bodies, "Whichever one shall I pick?"

He rushed over to Aerith, who was in the middle, and crouched down to admire the slit in her dress, slowly bringing his eyes up her body, all the while groaning in approval.

"Shall I pick you?" He said to her. You turned your head slightly to watch the exchange. Aerith had a great poker face, you noticed. Despite the fact that he just undressed her with his eyes, she acted as if everything was fine.

Corneo then moved to Tifa, admiring her from the back before moving to the front of her, clearly leering at her breasts. Tifa took a deep breath in and looked away from the man. How disgusting-he was clearly making her uncomfortable and yet he continued.

"Or maybe you?" He said to her, or more like her boobs, before looking down at her bare legs. He laughed in contentment at the sight.

Then he moved to you, taking in the silhouette of your legs underneath the fitted dress.

Deep breaths, you thought to yourself. In, hold, and out. In, hold, and out. For if you couldn't control yourself this time around, there would be much harsher consequences. He was the Don of the slums after all. If you punched him in the gut now, (which you really, really wanted to) all hell would break loose.

His gaze traveled up your stomach and then to your chest, a half smirk on his face. You had to look away. In, hold, out. In, hold, out.

He stepped behind you and took in, well, your best asset. A creepy noise escaped his lips, you didn't even know what to call it. At this point you were biting your cheeks to stay silent. You prayed it would be over soon. And it was, you heard him move to Cloud.

You turned to watch his reaction to the last contestant, trying to guess who he may pick. For the time he spend looking at Tifa's boobs, your bet was on her.

Cloud was the only person he touched. Corneo slapped his hands on Cloud's biceps, then forearms, noticing how muscular they were. The look on his face was more... confused, or maybe impressed, than creepy. It was clear Corneo didn't expect such a strong looking woman in the auditions, so maybe it wasn't his type.

He then looked at the rest of you again, glancing from body to body. He turned around, lifting a finger in the air as he thought, before yelling:

"Oh, Yeah! I've got it! I've got it!" He turned around quick, "Tonight's bride-to-be is..."

"Today's?" Aerith said, shocked.

"And tomorrow's, or the day after's— if the Don takes a shine to you," his lackey said.

"Pathetic," Cloud mumbled. Your breath caught in your throat as the energy shifted in the room.

"Hey, which one of you said that?" Corneo asked, finally looking at Cloud in the face as he approached, "Was it you?"

Cloud didn't answer, instead tightening his gaze on the man.

"Oooh, you got a mouth on you! I'm gonna enjoy breaking it in!" Corneo laughed, placing a hand on Cloud's arm, "Today's lucky lady is the big-boned girl!"

He then tried to drag Cloud along, but Cloud wouldn't budge.

"Still playing hard to get? I can dig it. Oh yeah."

On the second try, he got Cloud to follow him.

"The leftovers are all yours!" Corneo yelled over his shoulder, receiving multiple shouts from his rowdy men.

"Ok ladies, y'all comin' with me," the lackey said, and although all instinct would tell you otherwise, you, Aerith, and, Tifa followed.

Walking through the halls of the Corneo mansion, your heartbeat quickened. Your man was likely one of the guys waiting for the 'leftovers,' which meant one of two things: this could go according to plan and you'd teach your stalker a lesson, or this could go wrong, terribly wrong.

You didn't want to think about how badly this could end or how stupid you could be for walking into a trap and leading two other girls in it with you, but the thoughts wouldn't go away.

There was no need to worry though, right? You were skilled with hand-to-hand combat, and Tifa was a master at it, so everything should turn out ok. Those men wouldn't even know what hit them. The one wild card was Aerith— you didn't know if she had any fighting skills. And since she called Cloud her bodyguard, you couldn't count on it.

The man leading your group pushed open the double doors to a back room, then threw out his arms as he presented the 'leftovers' to the rest of the men.

"Ayo fellas, we've got guests! And y'all got first crack at 'entertaining' them!" He said. The room erupted into shouts and praises, "Courtesy of the ever generous Don Corneo himself. Never forget- the Don provides."

Your 'perfect' plan had already failed, you realized, because he wasn't there.

The man you went through all this trouble to talk to wasn't there. So half of the mission was pointless. You endangered both yours and Tifa's lives only to find out that the nightmare you've been living for the past couple days was far from over. Life had a real cruel sense on humor.

Tifa and Aerith glanced over to you, and you subtly nodded no.

Well, even if he wasn't here. The plan would still be the same: beat up some lackeys and go back up Cloud against Corneo. Easy enough, right?

"So, are you ladies ready to get to it?"

"Yeah, I guess I'm ready to go whenever," Aerith replied, "how 'bout you two?"

"Mmm... Four guys between us... Okay. Let's not keep Cloud waiting," Tifa said

"Yeah, let's get this over with," You added.

The doors behind you bust open.

"I came as soon as I heard!" A familiar voice shouted. A voice that made you feel sick to your stomach. It was him.

He walked around the three of you, taking each face and body in just like Corneo did. Once he glanced at you, though, his eyes widened. A half smirk grew on his face as he swaggered up to you.

Your heartbeat quickened on instinct, but you held your facade together. He got off on seeing fear, so you weren't going to give him the satisfaction. Even if things went south, you wouldn't let him see you scared.

"Long time no see, right hon?" the creep said, quirking his head to the side.

"You know that chick?" Another man asked.

"I sure as hell do. This is the bitch from the train, remember?"

"You mean the girl that almost rocked your shit?"

The other men burst out into laughter. The creep's eyes went wide as he looked at the group. He quickly masked his embarrassment, though, waiting for the laughter to die down as he stared at you.

"Where's your boyfriend, huh? Wish he were here to see what I'm about to do to you."

What he said both scared you and made your blood boil. But you didn't show it, you wouldn't let him have that satisfaction. With sheer willpower you managed to keep your hands from shaking. And with more willpower, you readied yourself for what was about that happen next.

"Actually, we have something else planned," you said to him, before turning to Aerith and Tifa, "Right, girls?"

"Right." Tifa nodded. Aerith hummed in agreement.

"Hey, we ain't playin' no fucking games here!" The creep said, stepping closer to you.

You punched the man as hard as you could in the gut. He doubled over in pain, and then you tackled him to the floor. Tifa and Aerith took that as their cue to start fighting the other men.

You don't know what came over you. It wasn't really in your character to beat a man senseless, but something pushed you to do it. It was like everything you held back from him during your previous encounters had finally been unleased. Like the gates of hell had been bust open and your rage couldn't be contained. With each strike you remembered all the pain and fear he caused you, all the shit he put your friends through, too, which only made each punch harder than the last. He wasn't even fighting back anymore. You had straddled him, punching him in the face, over, and over, and over.

It was a stupid, irresponsible thing to do in hindsight, as you never checked to see if any other men were around to take you down. Luckily, Tifa and Aerith really had your back.

At some point you came to, a sudden wave of fear hit when you realized if you kept this up you would surely kill the man. Frightened by your own actions, you stopped in your tracks, fist freezing just a few centimeters away from his face. You finally noticed the extent of the damage you caused, and it didn't look good. His nose was bleeding, probably broken, his cheeks were starting to get puffy, and it looked like he was missing a tooth.

He opened his eyes, and your face dropped any expression it once held. Even if he was sitting helpless under you, there was no way you'd ever let him see you afraid again.

"...please..." he pleaded, looking up to you in the hopes of getting any sort of sympathy.

And then you realized something: he was pathetic. A sad, pathetic man with no character or integrity who meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. He picked on people just to feel something and he had no remorse for the pain he caused. He only cared about himself. No one else cared for him and no one else would miss him.

Even with all that said, you couldn't kill him. Because unlike him, you did have character and integrity and a conscience. And you couldn't live with yourself if you ended this man's life, no matter how horrible of a person he was. That was the difference between you and him: even at your angriest you had boundaries you wouldn't cross, he didn't.

"Y/N," Tifa said behind you, and you turned around to see that both of them had taken out the rest of the men. They were waiting on you now.

He noticed the two women behind you, and suddenly became desperate.

"I wasn't even gonna keep looking for you! It was just a threat—I just wanted to scare ya!"

"Who's scared now?" Aerith asked. Thank God she said something, cause your mouth had gone dry. Luckily, it gave you enough time to figure out what to say next. Something to stick with him, to make sure that he'd never come back to mess with you again.

"I hope you learned your lesson," you started, "Cause if I ever see you again, or if any of my friends ever see you again, we will not hesitate. We will end your miserable life right then and there. Is that clear? Or should I teach you again?"

"I got it! I got it! I'll never mess with you again, I promise!"

You stood up, towering over his bloodied body and determining whether or not you thought the statement was true. He stayed on the ground, eyes wide and pleading you to let him live.

You weren't going to kill him. That was already off the table. Instead, you gave a final, non-fatal blow: a kick to the balls. He curled into fetal-position at the contact, an airy whine escaping his lips.

"Looks like we've come to a truce," you told him, "Don't test me again."

It scared you half to death when he lost consciousness. You dropped to his level, placing your fingers against his neck just to make sure you hadn't somehow ended his life. The beating against your fingers set your conscience at ease; the bastard was still alive.

Standing up again, you didn't know how to feel. Or what to think. Was it really over? You wondered. Had your nightmare finally ended?

Something told you it had; it was the look in his eyes. A look of pure terror. He had told the truth.

"You did the right thing," Tifa whispered to you, "But we gotta go before any of these guys get up."

"Don't worry about that. I'll deal with them," a voice said from the doorway. It was the silver-haired guy from earlier; in one hand he held Cloud's sword and in the other he held a large bag, "Andrea filled me in on the situation. I come bearing gifts- your gear. I'll do what I can to clean this up. Just finish the job."

And then he dropped the equipment on the floor and left. How he got you and Tifa's clothes from Tifa's apartment, you'd never know. But it didn't really matter anyway, because he was on your side. And Andrea—whoever the hell he is— was on your side as well. It seems as though many people had it out for Corneo, including his own men.

You, Tifa, and Aerith quickly changed out of your dresses and into your normal clothes. Then, you made your way go help Cloud.

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jtsfavslut · 4 years

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𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖞

Description: Being forced to go to a party was a usual thing for Kiana, staying in the After Party however, wasn’t as usual, but what could go wrong when all of your friends are with you and there’s a quick game being played?

Warnings: none yet

Word count: 3k+

“Come Kiki, stop being so responsible, one more party won’t hurt,” your friend Jalyah begged you, you knew it was useless to resist because by the end of the day you would be leaving the house and going directly to that party.

“I have assignments due next week Lyah,” You groaned, fixing the fake reading glasses that were resting upon the bridge of your nose.

“Next week, Kiana, I promise we’ll leave if you want, but just come,” she said snatching your notebook off your desk, causing a loud groan to leave your lips.

“Fine, just let me get dressed, also no parties for me for two weeks,” you said getting up and pushing her out the room.

“Also it’s a YouTube party,” she said while you were in your closet picking out an outfit.

“And you tell me that now,” you shout. It was something about being among cocky, content creators that made you feel uncomfortable.

“I knew you wouldn’t have gone, if I told you. You’ll be fine, they’re all nice and humble,” she explained as you picked out a few items.

“Ok, I’m only doing this because I love you,” you said and heard her laugh then walk away.

After about five minutes, you picked out a pair of black cargo pants, a white cropped tee, some white shoes, and a thrifted Yankee's shirt, got dressed and did your usual makeup routine, and leaving to hair down.

Reference

“Am I driving?” You asked coming out of your room and putting your phone and gloss in your pocket (and that’s on glossy lips bitch)

“I guess, lo que tu quieras (whatever you want),” she shrugged as you nodded your head.

“Of course I will, tu no puedes guiar para nada (you can’t drive for nothing), always al skit crashing and shit,” you laughed and picked up your car keys from the kitchen table.

“True, I won’t deny it, now let’s go or we’ll be even more late,” she said grabbing her purse and walking out the door.

The ride turned out to be around twenty minutes, and it consisted of laughs and the entire Tame Impala discography.

“Well this house is cute,” you said looking at the one-story home Jalyah told you the party was at.

“It’s the twins' house, now come on,” she said and you both got out your car.

The stench of alcohol hit your nose instantly making your stomach churn and your face to scrunch up in disgust.

Jalyah being the extrovert she is, opened the front door rather loudly, putting everyone’s attention on you, then back to their phones.

“Leave it to Jalyah to make an entrance,” a man's voice spoke from behind you as you two walked around the foreign house.

“You know it, Grant,” she said turning around, you following her actions, your eyes landing on the six-foot-something man in front of you.

“Who’s the friend,” he asked his eyes landing on you, making you feel slightly insecure.

“Kiana, she’s shy until you get to know her,” she said nodding towards you, you sent Grant a nod, and put your hands inside your pockets.

“I’m Ethan, Ethan Dolan,” he said putting his hand out for you to shake so you did.

‘Dolan. So he was one of the twins’ you thought to yourself wondering how there could be 2 of this beautifully handcrafted man.

“Kiana, Kiana Rosario,” you sent him a soft smile and put your hand back in your pocket.

“Another Spanish one huh?” He asked and you and Jalyah nodded your heads in response.

“Her first language is Spanish, so she’s more fluent. Where’s Grayson by the way,” Jalyah responded as Ethan nodded then shrugged, not knowing the whereabouts of his brother.

“I’m gonna go get water,” you said and walked to the kitchen you spotted when you first walked in, grabbing a water bottle of the counter, making sure it was closed.

You turned around, propping yourself up in the counter, and taking a sip of your water as you looked around the house.

People drinking, taking pictures of each other, sweat bodies dancing against who the hell knew.

To say this wasn’t your scene, was an obvious statement. You would rather stay home while a good episode of Friends or the Office played, but Jalyah wanted you to enjoy your college life, leading you to this.

“Not enjoying the party?” A familiar, yet unfamiliar voice spoke, making you look up from the floor to whoever was in front of you.

To who you were guessing was Ethan’s twin, due to the similar facial structures.

“Party’s good, not my thing tho,” you softly spoke, leaning back on the counter, and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m Grayson, you probably met my twin already,” he nodded his head.

“Kiana, I’m here with Jalyah, who you seem to be familiar with,” you spoke and he nodded his head.

“The other Puerto Rican one right?” He asked as you nodded your head with a smile.

“Yup,” you nodded your head and let out a soft chuckle due to his question.

“Wait, you’re the other Puerto Rican one who hates parties and stuck up people?” He asked as you nodded your head.

“Your’s truly,” you replied and took a sip of your water while keeping eye contact.

“Cool cool,” he muttered.

“You’re not one of those right? The ones with the Porche’s or Tesla’s, flaunting money around like it’s a personality trait.” You asked and he shook his head.

“The flaunting money around? No,” he replied and took a seat next to you on the counter. “I however own a Porche and Ethan owns a Tesla.” He added while you nodded your head.

“Well, you seem cool dude, so you’re Ight,” you said and he laughed.

“How about you? You’re not one of those LA girls, whose only personality trait is shopping and Instagram?” He asked as you shook your head laughing.

“Absolutely not, I love shopping, thrifting is my area of expertise, and I’m a college student, I don’t have time for Social Media,” you answered as he nodded his head.

“Well, you seem cool dude, so you’re ight,” he said mocking what you said earlier causing a loud laugh to fall past your lips.

“Yeah, I’m just your classic Indie kid, that listens to Tame Impala, and Tyler, The Creator,” you shrugged as he looked at you like he saw a ghost.

“Tame Impala is a vibe tho,” he said making you smile.

“It is, but it’s sad that they’re underated.” you said and he agreed.

“It was nice talking to you dude, but I have to look for Jalyah, gotta make sure she’s not flirting with a lamp or something,” you said jumping off the counter, while his tall self slid off of it.

“The feeling was mutual, I’ll see you around,” he nodded his head and you both walked away from each other.

You found Jalyah outside talking to some people, and just quietly stayed with her. while she talked with different people, you already wanted to go home, but she seemed to be having fun and you didn’t want to ruin that so you just went back inside, in the kitchen hoping that maybe you would see Grayson again.

“I haven’t seen you around here,” said a blonde guy as he walked towards you.

“I’m not from this area,” you simply replied, not in the mood to have a conversation with him.

“Mmh, I'm Isaac, you may know me from my YouTube or Instagram,” he said making you roll your eyes.

“I don’t actually,” You sarcastically smiled as his face dropped. “Never even heard of you,” you added.

“Oh,” he let out.

“Yeah oh,” you said looking around while he just stood there.

“You know anyone else here?” He asked and you mentally groaned and cursed him out.

“Not really, just who I came with, and I just met Grayson and Ethan,” you shrugged, still being friendly, not wanting to be rude or judge him by his appearance.

“Oh they’re cool dudes, they have some sick Rolex’s, but between you and me, mine’s more expensive,” he said making your face scrunch up with disgust and not just mentally.

“Yeah, and they clearly have a better personality than you,” you scoffed as his eyes widened. “Is all you care about money?” You asked him and he responded with a shrugged.

“You have to do what you need to, not just be a bitch,” he replied.

“Listen here Mr. I’m so rich, having money is not a personality trait ok. And reality check, you’re not cute so dropped the act, yeah, and between you and me, those twins are probably ten times the man you’ll ever be,” you said and he just glared at you and walked away.

“What did you tell him, he seems mad,” Grayson’s voice spoke from beside you making you look up at him.

“Nothing, he was just flaunting his money around and stuff, and I don’t fuck with that,” you shrugged as he sat down next to you, just like earlier.

“You’re the first girl I see that turned him down,” he said as you shrugged again.

“Yeah we’ll he’s not my type,” you explained with a little smile on your lips.

“What exactly is your type,” he asked, you knew where this was going, but a little playtime wouldn’t hurt.

“Ummm, Bad Bunny’s kinda cute, and Lunay but I doubt you know who he is.” You said and caught a glimpse of his face slightly dropping.

“I’m kidding, looks are not that important, but a down to earth chill guy, has to listen to Tame, THATS necessary, tall, yeah definitely tall,” you shrugged, “How bout you, what does Mrs. Dolan have to look like or be like?”

“Definitely down to earth how you said, she has to be funny, but serious you know, I’ll take her to Tame concerts so she has to like them, and short, definitely short,” he answered while you smiled.

“She sounds fire, I would be friends with her,” you spoke as he nodded.

“Are you guys staying at the after-party?” He asked and you shot him a look of confusion.

“What’s that, as a party after the party?” You asked and he nodded his head.

“Yeah, but it’s fewer people, usually it’s just close friends and stuff,” he explained and you nodded.

“We’ll probably, Jalyah’s gonna wanna stay, but I’m usually asleep, since two hours ago,” you laughed.

“I go to sleep early, don’t judge,” you said as he began to laugh.

“I’m not judging I do the same thing.” He replied and you nodded your head.

“I feel like this LA life ain’t for me, I thought it was but it’s all just different from what you see on social media,” you said and he nodded his head.

“Yeah it’s not the same,” he said, “but it’s fun sometimes,” he added.

“You could say that Jalyah knows how to have fun, I don’t, I just worry about college all the time,” you said slightly laughing at your miserable life. (On god tho)

“Which is good, because why go to college if you’re not going to pay attention and stuff, and just because you party doesn’t mean you’re fun,” he pointed out and you agreed.

“I guess, but I just wish my life was different, college is exhausting and I don’t even like my major,” you sighed.

“Oh, can you take a break? Like stop and come back?” He asked.

“You can, but I don’t know,” you shrugged.

The rest of the night was spent with you and Grayson getting to know each other, and making jokes.

“Kiana we’re staying here,” Jalyah’s half-drunken self told you while most peoples were leaving.

“I know, Grayson told me.” You told her and she smirked.

“Grayson, like Ethan’s twin?” She asked you, like if you knew anymore Graysons.

“Yes, Ethan’s twin, why?” You asked her and he just shook her head, muttering a “nothing” and walking away.

A couple of minutes later, and only you, Jalyah, Ethan, Grayson, and two guys you learned that were Ryan, and Deon were left.

“Alright, I know truth or Dare sound childish but it’s only us,” Ethan shrugged sitting down on the couch.

“You only live once, so why the fuck not,” You shrugged taking off the grey Yankee shirt you had since you got hot.

“Period,” Jalyah said about to take her shirt off before you stopped her.

“No, no period, this ain’t no strip club,” you said, stopping your now fully drunken friend from embarrassing herself.

“Who’s going first?” She asked and everyone shrugged.

“I’ll go first, Grayson truth or dare?” Ethan said looking at Grayson.

“Truth,” he answered and Ethan thought of a question.

“What’s the most embarrassing thing that happened to you while having sex?” He asked cashing a giggle to fall past your and Jalyah’s lips.

“The girl bit my dick,” he answered carefree while you and Jalyah died of laughter.

“I, how do you, what?” Deon asked while laughing causing you more laughter.

“So you’re telling me she was all up in there, and just bit you?” You laughed while he nodded his head, and Ethan rambled on about how much that would hurt.

“Ok, ok, Kiana truth or dare?” He asked while smirking.

“Truth,” you answered, leaning back on your hands.

“Where’s the strangest place you had sex at?” He asked while a snort came out Jalyah’s nose.

“Nowhere, she’s a virgin,” Jalyah answered for you while you shook your head.

“Thank you Jalyah, for answering that for us,” you sarcastically replied.

“Give her a dare or something,” Ryan mumbled and you nodded your head.

“Wait I have better we played in high school, but you can’t be a pussy,” you said remembering the oh so fun game.

“What is it?” Deon asked you while the others nodded their heads for you to explain.

“It’s called silent library, so for us, we need six pieces of papers, there’s one safe card and then there’ll be five dirty dares, you put them cards facing down, and count to three and everyone has to pick a card, obviously the person with the safe card is safe, while the others have to do the dares.” You explained while they nodded their heads. (this game is so fun, but when people pussy out is annoying)

“So like take off your shirt would be a dare?” Ethan asked and you nodded your head.

“Yeah, if you don’t do it, you don’t get a point, and in the end, the person with the most points wins.” You replied.

“Alright let’s play then,” Grayson said getting up. “I’ll go get the flashcards and pens,” he added and walked away.

“It’s a fun game I promise, the only way you want to have fun is if you don’t do the dares,” you shrugged.

“I’m so ready for this, I’m gonna win,” Deon said causing you to laugh.

“Deon, not to brag, but I used to win all the time, I do all my dares” you smirked while Deon and Ryan let out a loud laugh.

“Baby, I’m the king of doing unexpected shit, you better hope you don’t get my dare,” Deon spoke making your mouth drop.

“I got the pens,” Grayson’s loud voice spoke right when you were about to say something as he sat next to you.

Everyone wrote the dares down and set up the game in about five minutes, now everyone was sitting in a circle with the cards in the middle.

“OK, ONE TWO THREE GO,” You loudly spoke and everyone’s hand immediately flew down to the floor picking up cards.

“Ok, Ethan what’s yours?” Ryan asked while he laughed.

“Send a risky text to the last person in your DM’s,” he read and looked back up. “It’s not bad,” he added and shrugged.

“What about you Kiana?” He asked and you looked down to read your card.

“Have sex with the person on your left?” You read, knowing that Grayson was on your left. “Who wrote this, I just wanna talk?” You said and heard Deon laugh.

“I told you I’m the king of dares,” he shrugged while you glared at him.

“And I told you, I do all my dares so,”

Honestly, I don't know how to feel about this like I kinda like it but I think the plot is quirky 💀

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mist-chance · 4 years

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Informant!Dabi | Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics | Pre-slash | Canon-divergence

Summary:

“So what do you want?” asked Eraser, after Dabi’d given a brief overview of why he’d come in and laid out his offer. “Someone like you wouldn’t do this out of the goodness of your heart.”

“Hey, don’t make me sound like a bad guy for wantin’ somethin’ in return, Eraser.” Dabi held his arms out disarmingly. “My neck’s gonna be on the line here. Don’t pretend you or some other Hero’ll rush in to ‘rescue’ me if things go south.”

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There was a crack in the table, a starburst of pale brown on darker brown that looked like a firework, or a spider web, starting from a central point. Like ice put under too much heat, too much pressure, too much of either or both too quick until it had no choice but to shatter—

It was driving Dabi fucking insane. Problem was, he had nothing else to look at in the goddamn room other than the empty chair across from him, on the other side of the table. Interrogation rooms were probably designed that way on purpose, to suck out all common sense and thoughts of “being difficult” from the sorry fucks who got dumped in them. The room didn’t even have a goddamn smell, which was more disturbing than the emptiness of it. Dabi glanced up at the one-way mirror behind the empty chair, skated his gaze over his face — he still wasn’t used to the scars and staples, after all these years — and focused on the crack again.

Fucking Heroes and law enforcement, with their goddamn “protocols” for dealing with “suspicious individuals.” If Dabi stared at the chair instead of the crack, he’d start second guessing himself. He’d rather go slowly insane with the ghosts of his past pre-Dabi, than start thinking that maybe, just maybe, he should try biting the bullet and let himself go Villain.

He looked up when the door next to the mirror opened with a soft click. A plain-looking man, remarkable only because of how fucking bland he looked, like the human-version of a cardboard box, stepped into the room. His scent was just as bland. Beta. Not surprising, since it wasn’t hard to peg Dabi as an alpha. Cops were usually more useless than not, but they weren’t completely stupid when it came to the basics. It was always safer to send in a beta to deal with potentially difficult alpha or omega persons of interest. It was possible he was masking his scent, but Dabi doubted it. Cardboard Man didn’t seem the type.

Cardboard Man had to be a detective though; cops, the “grunts” of law enforcement, all wore the same uniform and wore stale coffee and cheap food like cologne. Detectives had their own uniform — business-casual — unless they were those undercover shitheads who tried too hard to be bad.

Dabi was ready to dismiss Cardboard Man by just his scent, until he locked eyes with him. Cardboard Man had a glint in his plain, black gaze that spoke of a moral compass that never wavered, with a steel spine to match it. Dabi added a point of respect to Cardboard Man for that alone, and another when he didn’t stare or flinch at Dabi’s face.

“Sorry for the wait.” Cardboard Man actually sounded sincere as he apologized. He even dipped his head briefly. After shutting the door, he sat across from Dabi and placed a folder and a blank notepad on the table. It hid half of the crack from view. “I’m Detective Tsukauchi. I appreciate you taking time out of your day to stop by. The receptionist said you had information on— ”

“Not you,” Dabi said, curt. He was too on edge to play up his usual asshole mask. Besides, Cardboard Man’s — Tsukauchi’s — sincerity didn’t raise his hackles, which usually had him acting like a douche. It helped that he was a beta, too. Dabi was tempted, briefly, to settle for Tsukauchi. He idly scratched his wrist, and a flash of pain pulsed where his nails had snagged at the staples there. It reminded him why he needed to stick to his original plan. “Told that lady up front I’d only talk to Eraser.”

Tsukauchi kept a level stare on him, trying to call his bluff. When Dabi didn’t budge, Tsukauchi nodded.

“Eraserhead will be here soon. In the meantime, may I ask you a few questions?” Tsuakuchi flipped the folder open. “You have the right to refuse answering any and all questions, of course, but there are a few pieces of information I need to file the correct paperwork.”

Dabi slouched further into his chair and flicked his hand in a careless wave.

“Thank you.” Tsukauchi slid a pen out of the front pocket of his shirt. “What should I call you?”

“I go by Dabi.”

Some questions were easy to answer, like his name and age. Others, like his job or where he lived, he either refused to answer point-blank or gave a smartass comment to distract from it. Tsukauchi took Dabi’s bullshit in stride, not looking the least bit surprised when the more personal questions weren’t answered. Everything about him was steady: his expressions, his voice, his scent. Dabi was getting more suspicious, restless, the longer Tsukauchi stayed level-headed and unruffled.

Before he could decide whether he wanted to test Tsukauchi’s patience or not, Eraserhead slipped into the room, dragging a second chair behind him. Eraser set his chair next to Tsukauchi’s and slouched into it, making the metal feet scrape against the concrete floor. The short screech it made rang wrong in Dabi’s ear. Despite the uncaring slouch and looseness of Eraser’s body language, Dabi could tell the Hero’s dark eyes were alert, watchful. The asshole was testing him. Dabi scented the air discretely, but wasn’t surprised when he couldn’t make out Eraser’s dynamic. Like most Heroes — the ones who weren’t Endeavor — Eraser wore a scent blocker.

It didn’t really matter. Two could play that game.

Dabi leant back in his chair and languidly spread his legs under the table. He let his eyelids slip half-shut, and cocked his head to the side as he met Eraser’s gaze head on. The silence grew thick across the tabletop between them, and almost started to crackle the longer it stretched on.

“Enough,” Tsukauchi said, sounding exasperated as he sliced through the silence. “I called you here for a reason, Eraser, and it wasn’t so you could act like one of your students.”

Eraser's shoulders rose, and he seemed to bristle at Tsukauchi’s dig like an angry cat.

“And you,” Tsuakuchi turned his sharp eyes onto Dabi, “Dabi-san. You don’t seem the type to come to the police if you have other options. So let’s cut the bullshit and get down to it.”

Dabi clicked his tongue in annoyance but nodded, while Eraserhead grunted.

"All right then.” Eraser stayed slouched in his chair, but lost the tense, confrontational set to his shoulders. “You have my attention.”

“Heard you were lookin’ into Stain,” Dabi said, eyes locked onto Eraser’s. “I think I can help you out.”

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The Hero Killer had made waves with his “bring down the false Heroes” propaganda, even after he got arrested. That was the annoying part of this whole clusterfuck. The underground, where the “dredges of society” — people who couldn’t fit in, in a society where the odds were stacked against them — lived, existed in a fragile balance between fanatics like Stain, and those who were just trying to survive, like Dabi. Stain had tipped the balance towards the psychos pushing for a complete overhaul of society’s current status quo — Hero-based society — no matter the means, or the cost. It was already a pain to survive day-to-day, but Stain had made it worse, with the psychos actively recruiting for dumbasses to use as cannon fodder for their so-called “revolutions.”

It wasn’t that Dabi didn’t get where Stain’s ideals came from. Hell, anyone part of the underground got it: the prejudice, the hypocrisy of their current society, was obvious to people like them. But he didn’t buy into Stain’s cause. Society was fucked up, it needed to be fixed, but killing off the fake Heroes fucking everything up wouldn’t solve anything. Killing them off was too easy on them. It gave fake Heroes the chance to stand for something good, to be martyrs. They didn’t need any more power handed over to them. The fake Heroes needed to suffer, needed to have their names and reps dragged through mud and shit until they were hardly recognizable. That was the revamp society needed.

Dabi seemed to be the only one who realized that, but he had little motivation to go about starting his own revolution. He had a different target in mind. Sure, his target was one person instead of society as a whole, and his goals were probably short-sighted and selfish. Petty, even. But Dabi knew exactly what he was — a selfish asshole. He wasn't afraid to embrace it.

The biggest “fuck you” he knew he could give the shitty old man would be to find a good, strong mate, have a handful of pups with Quirks ten times stronger and better than the flaming asshole’s, and then let them take the Hero Rankings by a storm. It was just his fucking luck that nobody could take a hint and leave him the fuck alone, so he could actually go about finding a mate. Dabi knew his chances weren’t great to begin with, just from his appearance. But having to chase off all the idiots trying to recruit him hurt his chances just as much.

Four different factions headed by Stain-wannabes had already scouted him. He’d brushed them off easily; a sarcastic comment, a sneer, a flash of flame and a spike of pissed-off alpha to his scent sent them scurrying away.

But then, a few days ago, a professional had scouted him. Giran was a sleazy fuck, but he knew things. Worse, he knew people. He had a rep for connecting no-name street rats like Dabi with groups that either had established reps, or promised to be big. Giran also had a rep for never backing the wrong group. Dabi suspected Giran was working for the up-and-coming League of Villains group, the group Stain had reportedly been a member of.

Bullshit.

Dabi’d never met Stain, but the rumors surrounding the Hero Killer and the bodies he’d left behind spoke volumes. Stain was a single-minded individual who only cared about following his goals. No way in hell would somebody like that buy in to a newbie group that seemed like a hot mess.

The thing was, Dabi’d also heard rumors about the actual mastermind behind the League of Villains. Not that hand-covered, mopheaded freak Shigaraki. Nah, the real boss was an actual threat, some guy who was supposed to be hundreds of years old with just as many Quirks in his arsenal. Dabi didn’t know how much of those rumors were true, but he believed this boogieman had the ability to take and give Quirks at will, and had access to those black monsters that’d swarmed Hosu. And that boogieman had sicced Giran on him.

Dabi hated Heroes. He hated the society that let the old bastard he had to call his sperm donor be the Number Two Hero; the society that had destroyed his family. But if he had to choose between two evils, he’d take his chances with the devil he knew. Forward thinking and long term planning weren’t Dabi’s strong points, but he wasn’t too far gone in his hatred of the flaming asshole to want complete chaos.

So when word came through the grapevine that an Underground Hero was looking for some info on Stain, Dabi paid attention. The cops and Heroes should’ve gathered all they needed on Stain; there wasn’t any need to beat a dead horse. If they weren’t actually looking for information on Stain, that meant they were looking into something else. Something beyond Stain.

Dabi had the sneaking suspicion that "something" was the boogieman behind the League of Villains. Which meant the Heroes needed an in with the League. Dabi was willing to consider being an informant, if the Heroes could give him what he wanted in return.

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“So what do you want?” asked Eraser, after Dabi’d given a brief overview of why he’d come in and laid out his offer. His face, from what Dabi could see of it in the gap beneath Eraser’s long, messy bangs and above the high set of his scarf, was carved from stone. His dark eyes glittered knowingly, but he still said, “Someone like you wouldn’t do this out of the goodness of your heart.”

“Hey, don’t make me sound like a bad guy for wantin’ somethin’ in return, Eraser.” Dabi held his arms out disarmingly, hands open. “My neck’s gonna be on the line here. Don’t pretend you or some other Hero’ll rush in to ‘rescue’ me if things go south.”

“Answer. The. Question.” The words were dragged out of Eraser’s mouth like teeth.

Even though Dabi had gone through all this bullshit, he still hesitated in saying what he wanted. It felt too vulnerable, too much like a confession. It rankled, made his alpha’s hackles rise, to show the slightest bit of weakness.

“…A mate,” Dabi bit out. “I don’t care about appearances,” he continued, brusquely, before Eraser or Tsukauchi could say anything. “I just want a mate who’s kind, sensible, and has a powerful Quirk.”

Eraser and Tsukauchi stared at Dabi, faces unreadable. But because their faces were unreadable, Dabi could read their silence and their scents. The silence was too stiff, while Tsukauchi’s scent, at least, read “discomfort.”

“Fuck,” Dabi snorted, amused. “You already have someone in mind, don’t you.”

“Well— ”

“No,” Eraser cut off Tsukauchi. “Not going to happen.”

“He’s not a child anymore, Eraser,” Tsukauchi said, exasperated again. “You can’t make decisions like this for him.”

“I’m one of the alphas in his life,” Eraser shot back, keeping his glare steadily on Dabi. “I can make decisions for him if I think they aren’t important enough to bother him with.”

It didn’t take much to figure out what Eraser was being pissy about.

“Actually,” Dabi broke in, “you do have to tell this guy about the decisions you make for him. Otherwise, you’re no different from every other domineering asshole of an alpha in the world. Right?” he said with a sly smile.

Dabi could tell Eraser was ready to lunge across the table and strangle him. He let his smile widen.

“Eraser. We can let them meet, at least.” Tsukauchi seemed to take Eraser’s stony silence as permission, since he turned to Dabi and said, “Yes, we do have someone in mind.”

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This is my first time writing something with A/B/O dynamics. I also really liked the idea of Touya-as-Dabi choosing to be an informant, instead of going Villain. I had fun writing this, so I might continue it either as a multi-chap fic or a series.

Thanks for reading!

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onychaos · 5 years

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Changes and moving forward

This was a post I made on wordpress but never got around to posting here on tumblr but I feel that it is better late then never, I guess?

As the year 2018 comes to a close, as 4 days remain. Had a lot of ups and down, and a lot has happened or changed for better or for worst.. But during that time, I was able to reflect on my own life and know what must be done or must be changed on my end.

Take this with a grain of salt. There is a chance that you will:

Not agree with my changes

Not like what is said here

Or just don’t care or won’t care about this.

And I know I can't please everyone but oh well, here we gooooo!

There is a lot to cover here, so sit back or not and get ready for the list of things

To make things easy on some, just hit control + F and you can look for the following below

Updates on my life

Twitter stuff

Dropping Grudges

Twitch.tv stuff or stream related

Updates on the fan game

Youtube stuff

My Goals for 2019

Updates on my life

I have been avoiding drama that I have no need for, be it ignoring it, muting friends or followers who take part in it. I realize that me, worrying about drama that doesn’t affect me is a waste of time. I will still defend friends who are being attacked

I think it’s time that we move on from Skype to Discord for a number of reasons. One of them being security reasons, and skype is slowly being snuffed out little by little by Discord. Discord does have it’s problems but it’s time to move on, eh?

I have been more social with people Or rather, being more social with my friends since they are the only ones who like to answer others ignore me but it’s whatevers. I got used to it

Been pretty happy with life, despite what has happened in this year. Things could have been better but what can you do? :V

I have some goals and plans for this new year coming up and hope they going to turn out ok but time will tell what the future holds for me. And I shall see if my friends will be along for the ride or this may be your final stop. Let’s see, eh?

I have been using WordPress for a good while… It’s not bad, though limited in some areas, like coding html. I may switch over to Blogger, because Tumblr is useless to me. Most of my post don’t show up in Tumblr search and it’s not worth it to me.

Twitter stuff

I have been using Twitter way more than Discord.. that’s not a bad thing, This is pretty good for my standards, And my followers consist of a number of users (“Why does this matter?” I am sure you will say. sit a spell)

So, following has to be cleaned out as it has needed that for a a long while.. Pretty much accounts on the chopping block are, Art bots that I don’t look at, inactive accounts.

I may set my twitter account to private in the future.

Going into the year 2019, I will not unfollow users talking about drama. I will ignore it. I will not tell someone that they can’t or can say whatever, that’s not my thing. If it does not get out of hand..

Been adding friends to my Twitter friends's list, if you are on my Twitter friends list then you are a friend of mine

Being more social and such

That’s it for the Twitters. :V

Dropping Grudges

Going into 2019, I will be letting go of my grudges I held on people. I, however, have no plans on being friends with those who done me wrong off the bat or maybe never but I want to go into this year not hating anyone.

I will be dropping my biggest grudge against FlyingfoxTSC or whatever name she goes by now (FlyingFox). Why am I dropping this grudge? I realize holding a grudge only holds you back in many ways or can turn you into a petty or a bitter person. I have forgiven her but not forgotten. If she talks to me, ok. And if she doesn’t talk to me, ok. With this said. I no longer “Dislike” her.

I will be dropping my grudges against other Sonic Speedrunners and will unblock them on Twitter (no one cares but that is good.)

Everyone gets a clean slate. Cause why not. :V

Twitch.tv stuff or stream related

I wanna start doing podcasts and streaming other games or even stream making things

SRL racing is a part of my life that I am now closing. Once I hit 200 races completed, I will take a break but I will most likely be done with racing games. I’m burned out with it. You could say that SRL racing is in the same boat with how I feel about speedrunning and CyberScore.

Twitch.tv chat moderators for my stream. If you lost mod status, you could come back and get it again. I am sure some will not like this but starting in 2019 moving forward. Losing moderator status will be permanent but can be regain, if you wish. Some users are safe from this list. But no one watches me, so it’s fine.

There will be more co-op streams with my friends. I already know people who can’t join for reasons, so I not even gonna ask them. These will be streams where we shoot the shit and talk about things, and have a good time and fun

If you are still here for racing SRL stuff and speedruns, this be the wrong place. That’s coming to a end, I would say.

Updates on the fan game

So, it has been months. Progress has been slow for a number. Drama, friends fighting, Life issues, and so much cooking. Cause of that, I been learning more code to use in my fan games. But I can say without a doubt the prototype will be pushed back to a “TBA” for now. Can’t call it a beta, yet.

I will be sending Masta, Hyper, and SBCZ a document where they can fill out the stats for their characters and much more, within reason. :3 Once they get the document, they can open / edit it in Googledocs and edit in the info. Once they get their document, They have 30 days to fill out the document, and sent it back on discord.

When the prototype is ready for debugging, a new channel will open up in my server, Private testing only. When the first demo is live for testing, it will be uploaded to firefox’s file hosting site

Youtube stuff

Youtube let plays are coming back. Had no time to record games but I will fix that, soon. I have some in mind. :V That’s all

My Goals for 2019

I would like to be drama free. I do not care about drama. It’s a waste of one’s time, and I have better things, man because drama ain’t one of them

I would like to get a fan game ready for testing or even released a app for others to use. I have 2 apps ready to be released

I want to talk to my friends again in voice calls, and play games with friends that I enjoy.

I have been removing myself from toxic environments. This could be discord groups, servers, and friends on Twitter or Facebook.

My Discord will become semi-open to new users.

Move my friends over from Skype to Discord

I will keep moving forward, with you or without you. If life changes the plans, I will adjust to the change, if need be.

Draw more things for fun, and to learn new ways of drawing

Live through it all

That’s it really. :V Thanks for reading, and hope to see you with me in the new year that is 2019.

OnyChaos~

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 5 years

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Caramel Skin Under A Vanilla Sky prt 17 full

Having woken in Keith's arms, Lance had panicked. The overwhelming scent of the man's natural odour, combined with the scent of a fire on clear summer night had been too much for him. Between his legs had been wet, like he was ready for his weird heat thing. Fear coiling in his stomach as he realised Keith's hand rested on his exposed stomach as... if to protect something in there. Keith's warmth had seeped right through his body, scaring him because it wasn't the soul-consuming ice he'd woken up with ever since dying. Barely holding down his rising feelings, he'd slipped from Keith's hold. Keith shifting in his sleep as he mumbled Lance's name. He couldn't pull Keith down with him. He couldn't let Keith stay. Not when he was too broken to fix. Leaving Keith sleeping, Lance had headed up to Daehra's ship. Locked inside, Kosmo had pulled the blankets off the small thin bed, looking sad for himself as he slept on the floor under the dash. Moving to the pilot's seat, Lance powered the ship up. God. It's been more than tempting to take the ship and run. To leave Keith there for Daehra to collect, or maybe the Blades, but... his traitorous heart wouldn't let him. He fucking loved Keith. He hated that he loved him. He hated that he loved working beside him. Having him there to banter with. To joke with. He thought his feelings of "love" had been ruined. Keith's eyes so characteristic of the Galra. Those purple eyes that had stared down into his as he'd screamed... he'd thought he'd hate Keith's eyes, but when he looked into them, he couldn't see any traces of the Galra who had held him down. All he could see in them was his best friend... who'd hauled his arse out the outpost when he'd lost his shit. He didn't remember getting out. He didn't know if Keith had been hurt because of him. He could have gotten him killed... like... Kre'el. Kre'el would scold him. Tell him off for leaving a friend behind. He could hear her disapproving voice in his head. That same way she'd scold him for not thinking as she'd done a hundred times before. And what if they did come after them. Keith would be stranded, probably killed... Releasing the controls, he pulled up the ship's Nav system. Keith had flown through the night by the seems of it. They were out of the quadrant they'd been in, and now four away. Right. He should have known. Keith had always piloted like it was the most natural thing in life to do. Of course, he'd gotten them out... It was one more thing Lance was useless at.

Whimpering at him, Kosmo locked his knee

"Did Keith lock you in here?"

Whining Kosmo shuffled closer

"It's alright, boy. He's sleeping, and we've got a few more vargas before the sun rises properly. Do you want to come hunting with me? Find you some water?"

Kosmo's tail started to wag

"Yeah? I could use a break from him too. I need to grab some stuff, then we'll go. Sound good?"

Yipping happily, Lance flinched at the loud noise

"Sorry, boy. My head's a little sore. Can you keep it down until we get away from camp?"

The yip Kosmo gave was adorable. Soft and strangled as he made a real effort to

"Thanks, boy. Why don't we see if we can find some meat for dinner while we're at it? I've got to contact Daehra and see what's happening on her end"

Calling Daehra had been depressing. The Telula couldn't come to collect them. Daehra had been worried, repeatedly asking him if he was ok, while Lucteal issued threats towards Keith, despite Keith not being there. Even if Keith had gone off the deep end with all this crazy love stuff, it was reassuring that those two were the same as normal. Lying through his teeth, he'd told them both they were. They didn't need to see how weak he was over a little attention. He hadn't cried over it all like he had the previous night since everything he had happened. He had said the words out loud to anyone but Keith because words made it real... and now he'd really fucked up. He'd fucked up everything with Keith. So many times he'd thought of him, so many times he'd wanted to call him, but there was always a mission. Keith was always busy. Keith didn't exist to answer his calls in the dead of night when he was lonely. Neither did his old team. Not that they replied to his messages. He'd tried so fucking hard to force himself to reach out, to take the team calls then act like nothing was wrong. They didn't even notice he wasn't talking. The didn't notice when he stopped trying to be friends. If Keith stayed with him, he'd face the same alienation. He'd be pushed aside. He couldn't do that to him. Keith had come so far since they first met. He was close with both Hunk and Pidge, taking the spot Lance thought he'd occupied. Not that this was a competition or anything. He already knew he'd lost and would lose if it was. He didn't hate Keith, but he did hate that he wasn't more like him. Keith was the reliable one. Keith was the strong one. The one that Shiro named leader. While Lance was left to trail behind... it hurt far too much. It was better if Keith forgot the previous night, and Lance kept himself busy catching game. He'd get that right. He'd prove he knew how to catch dinner and didn't need a grizzled hunk like Keith to save him.

Wandering across the campsite with no shirt on, Lance blushed at the sight of a half-naked Keith. When he stripped off all he had to offer were scars, scars, and more scars. Keith, on the other hand, was ripped. His muscles long and lean, almost flowing beneath his skin as he came closer. Shovelling another shovel of coals over the bundle of silver in front of him, Lance would tell anyone who asked that it was the fire pit making his face hot

"What are you doing?"

"Making a fire pit we can cook in tonight. Breakfast is by the bed. Daehra packed eggs and this weird bread kind of stuff. It pretty much tastes like cardboard, but it's packed with vitamins and minerals"

"You are?"

"Yeah. Then I wanted to get this done"

He'd eaten half a piece of the cardboard bread before his nerves had gotten the better of him and he'd been forced to quit. Keith would scold him if he knew

"Ok... you've been throwing up, so you're probably also really dehydrated too"

"I had some water"

Watching him closely, Lance hated the way Keith's eyes roamed across his body. He knew Keith was watching him because he was concerned, yet having his every move watched had him convinced he was doing things wrong. As the shovel started shaking in his hold, he dug the tip into the dirt by his shoe instead of moving more coals

"You said your building a pit?"

"Yeah... I mean. I'm probably doing it wrong, but I'm trying to... it probably looks stupid"

Keith picked up the plate of eggs on toast

"You said "probably" twice. Have you done this before?"

"We did this at home..."

"Then I'm sure you're doing it right. Tell me how it works"

That right there. Keith had to know what that did to him. How his stupid heart did that weird flip thing. He knew it was his brain, but it's always baffled him how you can feel something in your brain and have it come out in your heart or stomach

"It... uhh..."

Shit... he was starting to get even more anxious. He knew what he was doing... so why was he struggling with his words?

"Lance?"

"I... I'm sorry. It's a fire pit. We're going to cook dinner tonight in it"

"That sounds cool"

Keith was probably humouring him. He was probably secretly laughing at the fact Lance was now having a breakdown over a fire pit...

"Mum and I always cook over the fire. I haven't seen it done this way"

"I can change it. Fill it in, I mean"

"Why? You went to all this effort"

"If it's wrong..."

Placing down the knife and fork he'd only just picked up, Keith looked up at him

"Lance, it's not wrong. I didn't mean to make you think it was. I was asking because I was curious. That's all"

Now he'd made Keith feel bad. What the hell was wrong with him?! Well? He knew what it was, but he didn't want to make Keith sad

"I'm sorry..."

"Hey. You don't need to apologise. Just explain it to me"

"You... um... put the coals in, then put the meat in like a pot or something to cook it in. Then you cover it with leaves and leave it cook"

"That sounds cool"

"Yeah... because it's a bird, it needs to be cooked well. I wasn't... expecting you back so soon"

If Keith could have stayed away a few more vargas it would have been appreciated... maybe even the night, the following night, then right up until Daehra arrived... because fucked if he knew how to handle this. How to handle soft Keith who cared for him... Who looked at him like he wasn't a lump of dirty shit

"Soon? I thought I was gone a while"

"Oh... uh..."

Was "uh" and "um" the only sounds his stupid tongue could make?! At this rate, Keith was going to think him even stupider

"My sense of time isn't great..."

"It's fine. I still get thrown talking to Shiro. He swaps back and forth from Earth time to ticks, doboshes and vargas like it's perfectly natural. Why can't we just stick one and stay with it? If the staff of the Atlas are in space, shouldn't they be using space-time? It's confusing as hell"

Lance felt his lips curling at the edges into something suspiciously not frown like

"What's the matter? Can't you keep up?"

Glaring at him, Keith sounded like his pride had been wounded

"I can keep up just fine. It'd simply be easier if I didn't have to"

"Sure, sure, samurai"

"I'd forgotten how much you like your nicknames until I looked at the board of yours"

Board? What board? Ooooh... Fuck. Why couldn't his brain get it together? At this rate, Keith was probably going to murder him for being so useless. His tone was flat as he tried to joke

"My board is a work of art"

"You run a good team"

Not sure if Keith was deflecting because his pride was wounded or if his friend was trying to pry, Lance went about scooping up another shovel of coals

"Can I ask about them?"

Lance already knew Daehra and Keith had talked about him more than once. Daehra was awful at keeping secrets, and Lucteal was struggling to accept Keith knowing that Lance had held strong feelings for the man

"Ask what?"

"I don't know. How did you all meet? I know you helped save Daehra's sister... how did that happen?"

Keith didn't mean to upset him, he knew that. The question was fairly innocent, yet his mind decided because he was hurting at the memory, he needed to lash out

"It happened when I killed the man who raped me, and the last member of his guard to rape me"

Growling the words out, Lance threw the shovel down in self-disgust. He instantly regretted the flare at the look of pain on Keith's face

"Fuck. Fuck. Sorry. Sorry... look. I'm not angry at you. I know you're trying right now, but I'm..."

Taking a deep breath through his nose, he slowly released it through his mouth

"I met Deahra and Lucteal hunting down the man who'd... you know... Their father sold their sister to him for a sliver of power once... he... got Red. Technically Daehra and Lucteal are bastard children born from the king's other bed partners, but the moment the queen started birthing their precious royal children, they were both cast aside. Their little sister Annla... they wanted to do the same thing to her... and like hell, I was going to let that happen. I killed... them and took her back to them. I went back to finish the job, but Daehra had called the police in. A police friend of mine in when I didn't come back on the same day I met them. She dragged my arse out and stopped me getting myself killed. My head... kind of broke"

"You saved a princess?"

Lance winced at the word princess. Keith was bringing back all the feelings that torn him apart when he'd tried to choose between Keith and Allura...

"Yeah. She's only about 7 or 8. She still calls to talk"

"That's sweet"

Sweet? How did he mean sweet? Keith didn't say sweet? And not mean cool. Did he mean cool? Why was he thinking about this too much? Did Keith want children? Did he like children? He seemed like the awkward uncle who'd pass the crying baby over to next closest adult... God. What would Keith say if he knew... that he could... That would mean... sex... oh, God. He was a monster. How did a talk about an alien princess end up with him wanting to vomit at the thought of sex with Keith? What kind of a monster was he?

"She's a child"

"What? No. I didn't mean it like that. I was trying to say it how you would. Fine. It's nice that she calls"

Oh... oh...

"Oh. Yeah. Well, it's to talk to Daehra mostly. She was her attendant"

"Still. You did a good job saving her. You should be proud"

Proud of being forced to suck dick before he could act? Lance definitely wasn't proud of that... he wasn't proud of waking up wet when Keith had shown him a little attention. His cheeks felt warm as he looked away. He probably could never give Keith a family... He probably couldn't really carry. He'd been a normal guy all his life, and now he was... going to cry... Nope. He didn't want to cry... not without any good reason to cry

"Can we not talk about this anymore? I get that you feel the need to talk, but I don't really want to"

Keith's face fell a little. Lance mentally congratulating himself for being the biggest quiznakking idiot in the world as it did

"Ok. But, what do want to do after I'm done eating? I would say we could rest... but I get the feeling you'd say no"

"You're right. We still need to collect more firewood. I want to boil some water too, then bottle it... after that, maybe then we could rest?"

Rest as in "sit there and empty the chicken out of their entrails and pluck them naked", not as in "sit there awkwardly while Keith pulls his weird mind magic that makes him talk far too much"

"Sure. Sounds good. We should try sparring too. I bet you could put me on my arse"

"I know I could put you on your arse, but it's not safe. Now stop avoided your breakfast. The eggs are edible, Dae packed extra supplies, so if you have a problem with them, talk to her"

"No problem. It's better than purple goo"

Green goo was better than purple goo, but no goo was better than all goo. Making the decision not to reply, Lance picked up his discarded shovel. This was going to be a loooong few quintants...

Training with Kosmo felt lacking to Keith. Neither of their hearts were in it, but Lance had fallen asleep while waiting for the water they'd collected to boil, so Keith hadn't wanted to disturb him. Practising disarming techniques with Kosmo didn't go well when all the dopey wolf wanted to do was sleep next to Lance. Each time Keith turned his back on him Kosmo would teleport back over to Lance, Keith then forced to jog over to Kosmo, drag him away, scold him for not paying attention, maybe get in two or three doboshes of training, then start the whole process again. If he looked at it like endurance training, it didn't seem as annoying...

When Kosmo teleported back to Lance for the umpteenth time, Keith gave up. It hadn't distracted him from the guilt still gnawing at his gut over the video, nor had anything else. The thought of admitting to Lance what he'd done was too much. He didn't want Lance to hate him. He didn't want Lance to shut back down again. He wanted to help... and to do that, he was going to have to be picky and tell only certain truths, until Lance was ready to hear his full admittance. But then again, that could blow up too. Lance could yell at him for thinking him too weak to handle the truth, and be sent spirally back after whatever progress they'd made. He hated this. Starting whatever this was on half-arsed truths was only going to come back and bite him in the arse.

Sitting down next to the blankets Lance was sleeping on, Keith pulled his blade from his belt. There wasn't much to do, Lance had already buried the chickens in the coals to cook, they'd also collected enough firewood to last the next few quintants, and enough water to last until the Telula reached them. Keith had already decanted the water into the bottles Lance had organised. It'd taken all of four doboshes, then boredom had kicked in all over again. Letting his gaze wander towards Lance, he caught himself at the last moment. Watching his friend sleep was creepy... but... no. He wasn't going to... quizank... apparently, he was. His gaze slipped again, Keith's face softened at the peaceful expression on Lance's face. If only Lance could always be so relaxed, he might actually be able to heal. The bags beneath his eyes hung heavy, his cheekbones much sharper than Keith remembered, his marks gone as he huffed a soft breath between his pouty lips. Reaching towards him, Keith was pulled from his momentary trance by a soft mumble

"Keith..."

Jerking his hand back, Keith cursed himself. He didn't know what he was about to do, only that he was a moron. Lance needed rest. And Keith needed to go for a run or something... maybe he could... knock himself out until the Telula arrived? He didn't want to touch Lance sexually, but he did want to cuddle the shit out of him

"K-Keith?"

Moaning out his name, Lance shifted closer to him. Half off the blankets before he stopped with the top of his head against Keith's leg. This had to be some kind of joke

"Lance?"

Nuzzling into Keith's leg, Lance let out a soft sound that sounded suspiciously like a purr. Lance had to be mocking him. People didn't go around purring for no good reason

"Lance?"

Placing his hand on Lance's shoulder, Keith shook gently. He didn't want to wake Lance, but he did want to know if he was awake or not. Releasing his shoulder, Keith moved Lance's hair back from his face. The moment his fingers brushed against the side of Lance's head just above his ear, Lance sucked in a breath. Moving his hand away, a few ticks passed before Lance slowly relaxed. Fuck. Even the simplest of gestures caused Lance pain. Hair was now added to Keith's growing list of things to avoid... though it was the second physical addition following "don't unintentionally wake Lance up by touching him because you can't control your feelings". After he'd talked with his mother, he'd had a good hard think about the kind of words he should avoid when talking with Lance. All he'd come up with were the obvious ones related to "force"... and he didn't trust himself not to mess it all up by saying something stupid without thinking. Placing his blade as far away from them as he could reach, Keith laid himself out next to Lance, letting Lance curl into his side, on his own accord, with a soft huff. However, it was only a few doboshes later that Lance shot up next to him, his mouth wide in a silent scream as Keith rushed to sit back up. Sucking down a few desperate breaths, Keith waited until Lance rubbed at his eyes before breaking the silence

"Lance?"

"I'm ok..."

"You sure?"

"Mhmm... nightmare... sorry... sorry... I didn't mean to fall asleep"

"It's alright"

"No... ugh... why do nightmares have to suck?"

Laying back down, Keith stared up the lazy clouds passing over the top of them. Taking a few ticks longer, Lance laid down next to him. So close that they were practically shoulder to shoulder. He could feel his best friend's little finger brushing against his own, without giving it much thought, Keith hook it with his, meaning in some weird way they were holding hands

"How long was I out?"

"Not too long. I was playing with Kosmo for a bit, then when I sat you curled into me"

"Shit. I'm sorry"

"It's fine. It only happened a few doboshes ago. Do you think that caused the nightmare?"

"Maybe. It's not your fault, though. I didn't mean to fall asleep"

"You obviously needed it"

"I don't know about that"

"You wouldn't have fallen asleep if you didn't"

"It's the sun. It feels nice"

Looking over to Lance, he found Lance was already looking at him. Drawing his brow, the Cuban was confused

"What?"

"I didn't mean to wake you up"

"It's fine. I don't sleep much as it is. I probably would have woken sooner rather than later"

"Is it the nightmares?"

"Yeah... they're... they're not better than they were, because they still suck, but they're different"

"I'm sorry to hear that"

Looking away from him and back up the heavens, Lance sighed

"You don't have to keep saying sorry"

"Even if I am"

"It makes me feel stupid when you keep apologising"

"I feel stupid for messing things up"

Lance bit his lip, before looking back to him again

"I don't really hate you. It was such a shitty thing to say. I don't hate Shiro either. It's... you throw me off balance"

"I throw you off balance?"

"Yeah. When I look at you... it's like... everything comes rushing back all at once. I can remember almost everything that happened and it's all on the tip of my tongue"

Keith didn't know what to say to that... He didn't want Lance to remember anything he didn't want to

"I'm sorry"

"Don't apologise. It's not your fault. It just... it throws me off how easily you get under my skin. I was so fucking mad at you for tracking me down. I wanted to throw you down the club stairs and scream at you "to never come back""

"Wow, dude. That's a bit harsh"

"It wasn't your fault. It's... I feel like you can see right through me and I hate it"

"I can't you know... see through you that is. There's skin, and muscle, and bone..."

Lance groaned at him

"You're a dick"

"That doesn't mean I'm not right"

"Sometimes I wonder. Like really wonder"

"Wonder what?"

"If I came back. Or if I'm still on the astral plane..."

Keith's voice caught in his throat. Squeezing Lance's little finger, he slowly picked his words

"You died when I was away from the team, didn't you?"

Sighing at him, Lance squeezed back

"You knew?"

"Not until recently. Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Everyone was busy. Besides, it was hardly worse than when you tried to throw your own life away. Don't think Matt didn't tell Shiro about it"

"I know he did... But at the time, I didn't see any other way"

There was a pause long enough for Keith's heart to begin beating faster

"I... I didn't either. It was going to hit Allura... and the team... they needed her more than they needed someone like me. I wish she'd never brought me back"

"It's probably not much, but I'm glad she did. You're the heart of the team"

"I'm the guy you didn't want to spend eternity with. The stupid one. If I could have stayed there, I would have... nothing's been right since I came back..."

Rolling onto his side, facing Lance, Keith smiled softly as Lance rolled to face him too

"You're going to be ok. We're going to be ok"

"You don't know what it's like"

"No. I don't. But I do know that if I'd I lost you, I never would have been able to move on, or even move forward. You keep saying you came back wrong, but I can't understand what you mean"

"Allura... I was dead. I felt myself die. I felt my heart stop as I was electrocuted and then it was all nothingness like the astral plane. It was black... as far as you can see. It felt like... like being smothered by the darkness for an eternity. She used part of her quintessence to bring me back. Part of her being. She probably had to in order to stabilise my body, like she had to use her gem from her tiara to stabilise Shiro... Keith, she wasn't attracted to me. She didn't love me. What she was drawn to was the part of her in me..."

Keith expected Lance's to be crying, instead, he looked resigned. Like this has played a million times in his head, so could no longer feel the pain he needed over such a statement

"That's..."

"What? Not true? She was still in love with Lotor to the very end. When we were together... she only thought of the Altean's. Then she... she went after the entity... I loved her, but not in the same way she loved me"

"She was an idiot"

Lance's eyes narrowed into a glare

"No. Listen to me. Lance, you're an idiot but she is too. You... you always push yourself so hard. You're always so hard on yourself that it's frankly frustrating. I want to grab you by the shoulders and shake you until you see what the rest of us see. The fact Allura couldn't see it, it pisses me off. You've always had my back. Even when we were punk nose brats sniping at each other, I could always count on you. At first, I found your flirting irritating as hell. Then I realised, all you wanted was for someone to like you for you. I'm sorry it took me so long"

"Allura had a lot going on"

"We all did. It doesn't make it right"

"Keith... she's still important to me. Even if you don't like her"

"It's not that I don't like her. I appreciate her sacrifice. I just wish you hadn't been hurt. You didn't even tell us you died. That's not ok"

"There was no one to tell... Pidge and Hunk were busy. You were gone. Shiro hated me. Coran was busy. Allura and Lotor were... busy... it doesn't matter now"

"It matters to me"

"It's been years"

"And if it'd been me who died, you would have never let me hear the end of it. You would have cried and felt just as guilty as I do"

Sniffling, Lance failed as he tried to give him a stern look

"Shut up. You can't turn this back on me"

"I can too. I hate what you've been through. You deserved so much better than all of this"

"You deserve better than being stuck here with me. I couldn't even get you off the outpost..."

"It was pretty hairy for a moment. Especially when they started firing at us"

Lance took a shaky breath as tears welled in his eyes. Cautiously, Keith wriggled closer to wrap his arm around Lance, leaving them forehead to forehead as Lance whispered

"I fucked up the whole mission"

"No"

"When I saw all that blood... I couldn't... you know. We were Paladins. We got hurt... but there was so much blood..."

"Yeah. But if you hadn't reacted to the guards, that could have been us. For all we know, they could have piped sedatives through the vents"

Lance gave a weird snort

"You Blades and your vents... when they had me, I kept thinking how one day someone's going to put fans in them to prevent people climbing around"

"They've already got fans in them. That's what keeps the air moving"

"Oh... right... I didn't think of that... I know we have to go back... but fuck... I don't want you to end up cut into pieces"

"You want to go back?"

"I don't want to... but... we can't leave it like that"

God. Lance was killing him right here. It was worth than his friend's bad breath

"I... before you get mad at me, I was kind of freaking out too. I messaged mum about what happened"

Lance's eyes widened

"You what?!"

"I sent her some of the video. We've got undercover operatives out there, who have been operating without knowing about this threat. This information could save the lives of Blade and rebel members"

"Keith! I didn't... I... I trusted you!"

"I know. That's why I'm telling you. She didn't say she was going to act. But... if it means no one having to die"

"What did you send her?! What exactly did you send her?!"

"Video of the other room... and some of the blood... and them trying to kill us"

"Keith!"

"I know. I know. I wish the two of us could handle this, but I don't think we can. Plus, they know who I am. If they go to Daibazaal, mum needs to be prepared"

"D-Daibazaal... I didn't think of that..."

Keith could see Lance spiralling

"No. Daibazaal has some of the best defences out there"

"They had Galra working for them. What if they return home? What if they go after Krolia? Or your team... What if..."

"Lance. This isn't going to do any good. I'm worried too, but my team can handle. Mum can handle it. Everyone can handle it. They haven't come after us, and we're not that far from the outpost. Even if they're destroying the evidence, we both know what happened. And now that the Blades know, they can also compile a case to get things changed"

"They used to... you know... cut people up there. But they'd phased it out when the empire fell. I thought... I mean... I killed people but I didn't know I was sending them to be butchered... I worked with the police... I fucking blew things up for them... they said... god..."

"Shhh. You're going to push yourself into a panic attack, or make yourself sick again"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be laying this all on you..."

"It's fine. Do you want to keep laying here? Or do you want to get up and do something?"

Lance nodded slowly. His lips were so close that Keith wanted to a taste. He knew how soft and sweet Lance's kisses could be

"I want to go take a swim"

Oh shit... Lance had no idea what he was doing to him... A half-naked Lance was the last thing he needed to be thinking about

"Do you want... I mean..."

"I need some time alone. I'm... I feel like I should apologise. I don't mean to keep pushing you away..."

"No. You don't need to. But take Kosmo with you. I tried to train with him, and all he wanted to do was nap near you"

"You know I don't hate you, don't you? I never should have said I did. I can't do that. I can't give you that. Not now"

"Lance, I understand. I've been pushing too hard to. I want to know everything. No matter how had it is. I want to help you through it"

Sincerity shone on Lance's face.

God. His lips were right there. Keith's will eroding faster with each tick

"I know. I don't know why but every time you look at me, I feel like an idiot. I want to tell you everything... Well, maybe not everything. I'm not ready for people to know. I don't want anyone else to ever know... and some things... I can't. I got used to keeping this inside. Ugh. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm probably not going to be the greatest friend, but I'll try"

"I'm not going anywhere. You should go for that swim before the sun goes down"

"Yeah..."

Lance's breath was warm against his lips. His brain finally shorting out as his lips pressed against Lance's. Letting out a whimper, Lance pushed him off as he scrambled back. Keith's heart sank. He was such a goddamn idiot!

"Lance... I'm sorry. I didn't think"

Shaking his head, Lance climbed to his feet

"Lance?"

"I can't"

Taking off, Lance ran from him. Kosmo leaping to his feet to run after his crush. Keith flopped onto his back, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. He was such a goddamn idiot! Lance clearly didn't like having his face, or head touched that much. And he'd forced a kiss to his lips... Why?! A few more ticks and Lance would have left him. A few more ticks and his warmth would have been gone from his hold. Lance was probably going to shut him right out now... Fuck... He'd held his tongue over the sweet smell of sea salt and junipers that had come from Lance. The changes in his scent that Keith knew wasn't possible, so could only choke it up to his imagination, and that he was going slightly crazy due to his love of Lance.

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hockeyplayerstories · 5 years

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Adrian Kempe | From Friends To lovers

#This is shit but I hope it’s okay#

“Skate! Skate! Skate! Get the puck deep in their zone!!” Coach Desjardins yells across the ice. I skate as fast as I can, but I can't. My legs feel like they are about to give out and there is a whole period left after these 5 minutes. Just as I am about to fall, Coach saves my life “Change Up!” “ Thank you god!” Jeff say’s which is what I was thinking. We were playing Calgary Flames tonight. They liked to play dirty, especially Matthew Tkachuk which isn’t how we usually and like to play. Sitting on the bench, out of breath, Coach walks over to me “Your line, last minute of the period” “Yes sir” Jaret says tiredly for our line. As I sat there recovering, I let my thoughts wander along with my eyes. Looking around, my eyes finally land on the one person I was looking for, my girlfriend, Y/N. My beautiful, fun, courageous, brave girl. I watch her as she smiles making me wonder what is on her mind. Maybe to finally have time to see me since it is the weekend, the only time we see each other because of my road trips and her job. I am caught staring at her when we catch eyes, naturally I smile back at her and blush. Looking away was hard because of her beautiful eyes but I had to, time went by so quick I didn’t even notice. “ One minute left, you ready?” Jaret asked me, breaking me from thoughts. “Ummm...sure yeah sure”. I refocus back to present time quick. “ Third line up!” Coach calls, my line rush's on the ice when the others return, charging as Drew carries the puck in the other teams zone. I reach the puck first in the left corner, with one quick look right over my shoulder, I take note of where everyone is, I notice number 77 skating behind the net no one on him, Jeff. He turns skating backwards taping his stick on the ice, wanting and waiting for the puck. Pinned to the glass in a tackle, by 2 guys, I somehow get my stick free, kick the puck to my stick and pass to Jeff and make a bee line for the front of the net.

Jeff then quickly makes a saucer pass to Dion, who passed a bouncing puck to Drew only for him to send it back to him slowly for a perfect one timer. Due to not having the best one timers, the puck missed the net by meters and hit the boards in back of it on the left side of the net. Luckily , I had moved out of the pucks way thinking it might actually hit the net and cause a rebound chance. The area I moved to was to the right of the net. What happened next will be in everyone's memories for a long time. The puck was shot so fast the goalie was surprised and lost focus for a second or two, not a long time but long enough for me. Being in the right position where the puck went meant I had a easy shot on net that could be a possible goal unless its a bad day and I miss the net. Without thinking and being the type of player I am with a left handed stick, I put my stick between my legs dragging the puck with it and shot it with a backhand towards top shelf. Smith was still on the left side of the net so basically, I had a wide open net. I don’t really score that often so for my goal celebration, bear hugged by both Jeff and Jaret, I was trapped between them for a few seconds before they let me go. Skating back towards my bench to high five my teammates, I sense the tension lift from my shoulders, having not scored in 10 games. I received the puck due to it being my 100th point. Sitting on the bench still smiling, i looked around the arena at all fans here to watch, for a few seconds I catch eyes with Y/N who, like me, is still smiling clapping her hands giving me a thumbs up, even though play has resumed with 50 seconds left, my goal was scored exactly 5 seconds ago. Shuffling down the bench to allow the others to sit when coach called for the second line to go on. At that very moment, I decided I will play until I can’t physically move.

The sound of a horn going off broke me from my thoughts, signaling the end of the second period. “ Good job boys!!” someone in the stands yelled, they were seated near the tunnel we go down to reach the locker rooms. Walking towards my stall and sitting, Coach starts his speech with the same thing every game, catching my attention “Alright boys! That was a good second period but you have to watch your turnovers. There wasn’t really that many this game but still. We practiced puck control, passing, shooting, edge work along the boards, use it! Kempy that was a good goal, using speed to get to the puck first, battle in the corner, looking at where to pass to that was good. And I am not just saying it to him, I am telling everyone, you all did good out there. Alright? Ok get ready for 3rd, keep up the good work here boys, we got this!”. Coach never really said that much in his speech. Finally , someone said something and the joking began. We figured out over the years that joking in between periods keeps us loose. While everyone talked, I was busy texting Y/N.

Putting back on the equipment I took off, Anze decides to start bugging me a tradition we do before every game “ So Adrian, what do you with Y/N when you are alone?” He questioned me, more of a joke than asking because of how young of a couple we were “Well” I begin while walking towards the door “I’d rather not say it in here” I smiled smugly at him, who was sitting at the back of the locker room. “Ohhhh” everyone, who heard me say it, yelled out. We may be young but we seem to act like a couple who have together for many years and the team liked to tease us about it. “ Let’s go Kings Let’s go Let’s go Kings Let’s go” people starting chanting when they some us walking out to the ice, I loved hearing that.

Since my line isn’t playing the first faceoff in the third period, I take a seat on the bench, bumping shoulders with who ever slides next to me then lean forward to rest my arms on the boards. I take this time to think back on my relationship with Y/N, smiling about how we were friends before we fell in love. We've known each other since we were 5, we met in kindergarten and stayed friends since then. I asked her to move to America when I got drafted back in 2014, she said she loved to and went on up until we moved looking up everything about LA, the best places to eat at, she even found our current apartment the same one we have been living in since we got here. I let her choose the decorations because she always wanted to decorate her first apartment. It was only when we got here is when I confessed that I feel love with her, I was a little scared of what her reaction would have been but it useless because she too was in love with me.

A pat on my shoulder from Coach warns me that when the current line on the ice comes back to the bench, my line goes on so I tell myself to stop daydreaming and focus. The third period continues with the team getting a one goal lead over our opponents and we battle to keep it which leads to us winning the game, everyone is excited as the crowd cheers as the end of the game horn goes off.

About a hour later, I exit the locker room in search of my love in the hallway with the other families and stop as soon as I spot her playing with Trevor Lewis’s twins. Immediately I start to think about the future with her which happens a lot like almost everyday, she is the type of women your parents would want you to be with and my parents are very happy with that. Y/N stands up when Trevor’s wife tells her I am waiting for her, walking to me after saying bye to the Lewis family. When she is close, I wrap my arms around her like after every home game and she does the same. “Congrats on the W Ads” Y/N says as she pulls out of the hug “Thx I couldn’t have done it without my good luck charm cheering me on” I smile making her smile and blush, ”let’s go home” we walk towards the exit hand in hand.

#this is shit! How do I even fix this?! Welp I guess I will leave it how it is for now#

#adrian kempe #adrian kempe imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagines #la kings

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missblushyrose · 6 years

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A Good Ribbing

A/N: This is a request from @bashfulpinata for the prompt, “Thanks for mentioning that little detail”. I hope this is to your liking, Piñata! Enjoy! Fair warning: this will contain some teasy rib tickles and rib counting. Read if you must, but you may feel them tickles yourself. You’ve been warned.

It was a quiet, yet somewhat dull, Sunday afternoon within the Anderson residence. The steadily ongoing sequence of television shows - mainly consisting of cop comedies that were broadcasted as far back as the 1980s - being the only source of ambiance, as well as the snoring emitting from Sumo, who curled up on his pillow-like bed in the corner of the living room. If that wasn’t enough, there would be the constant chatter between the human and the android.

“I still can’t believe you actually did it, Connor! Did you see the look on Gavin’s face when he tasted the salt you put in his coffee?” Another chortle uproared out in the open as Hank all but fell back into the couch in a fit of jarring laughter, slamming a hand against the armrest to his right.

Almost instantly, his cackling was assimilated by the bout of laughter that resonated from Connor’s voice box. If hearing the sound of his human companion’s own laughter wasn’t the vindication for his sudden display of amusement, the mental photography of the immense abhorrence written on the detective’s face upon registering the unwelcoming bitterness administered from the salt.

“As I explained to you at the precinct, I simply misinterpreted the salt packets for sugar,” Connor managed to explain himself through his giggling, yet they both knew that wasn’t the case. “I will admit, however, that watching Detective Reed’s facial expression contort like that is humorous, nevertheless.”

Hank snorted and just about squawked in between fits of rough laughter. He couldn’t even begin to remember the last time he ever laughed so hard; the side-splitting type of laughter; the laughter that made your sides ache for what felt like hours. “Hahahaha! Hoholy shit! It hurts, it fuckin’ hurts!” He wheezed and coiled an arm over his ribcage instinctively, greedily sucking in copious amounts of air in the midst of recovering from his laugh attack.

The neutral blue illuminating from the android’s LED quickly transitioned into a concerned yellow, his laughter instantly ceasing, amusement morphing to worry as Connor fixed his gaze on the ventilating lieutenant as if scanning for any possible injury had struck him. “H-Hank? Are you hurt?” He asked anxiously.

His laughter finally subsiding, Hank turned back to the android hovering over him out of sheer habit and adjusted himself back into his natural sitting position, rubbing the sliver of mirthful tears out of his eyes. “No, Connor... no. I’m fine, just... my ribs are kinda sore. Nothing serious.”

“Would you like an ice pack from the refrigerator?” The android offered a gentle inquiry through his protective impulse.

“Jesus, Connor...” Hank sighed as he ran a hand over his own face, grabbing onto the android’s wrist and tugging him back onto the couch as he attempted to stand. “I said I’m fine. I appreciate it, but you don’t have to worry about everything I do. I may be old, but I sure as hell ain’t fragile. Besides, the last thing I need is some android nanny hovering over me.” He ended his assuring statement on a teasing note as the yellow LED spiraled back to blue.

“Right. I’m sorry, Hank-”

“Ah! What’d I say about apologizing?”

“I’m so-” The android was immediately cut off with a stern gaze from the older man that told him to shut up. “Nevermind.”

Hank flashed a smug smirk and uttered a light ‘hmph’ in response before turning his attention back to the television, intent on indulging himself further into the currently playing episode. However, much to his own dismay, he was presented with the one thing that plagued every television spectator with annoyance; the one thing that so rudely interrupted television programming everywhere...

“God, I hate these damn commercials!” Hank grumbled, resting his cheek against and closed fist, his elbow perching on the armrest, paying no attention to the images of products that would stir skepticism. He could recall observing merchandise so harebrained, he would sooner buy a $500 bottle of alcohol and not get drunk from it than something so asinine as a $50 washcloth that is claimed to be able to absorb spills and the floor is still messy. Really, who would be idiotic enough to purchase something so useless at a laughably high price?

Surprisingly, this next particular advertisement seemed to have caught his attention. There seemed to be two skeletons, presumably of a male and female human, having a medical conversation, considering the certain terms he blocked out. He could tell from the cerulean hue glowing from the bony beings that this commercial provided information regarding x-rays.

Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t care much for the ad as a whole.

He shifted his gaze from the screen and to the android sitting to his left and back. He thought about how he grew more human by the day following his deviancy, then how painstaking, and partially frightening, his appearance resembled to be that of a human, save for the flickering blue LED. And with another glimpse at the skeletal figures on the television monitor, a new curiosity had bloomed.

Hank turned back to the younger man sitting beside him, whose gaze was fixated on the television. “Hey, Connor?”

Connor returned his gaze to the older man, the blue LED gently flickering in curiosity. “Yes, Hank?”

“You know, all this talk about my ribs and that commercial got me thinkin’. I know how androids were made to resemble humans and all, and I was wondering something: do androids have skeletons?”

Connor tilted his head to the side and blinked at the odd question, but he naturally rummaged through his database in search for an answer, his LED spinning with a bright yellow before explaining to his human companion, “While we are internally disparate, in terms of organs and biocomponents, every android has an interior framing composed of polycarbonate material. Despite the durability of the matter, they can be broken, much like regular bones, but can be self-repaired within at least 24 hours. The framing is positioned within certain body parts, such as legs, arms, and hands, and can adjust to common movements, similar to a human skeleton. In conclusion, androids do possess skeletons.”

(A/N: Yeeah, my theory may not be ENTIRELY accurate? Sorry.)

”Do they include ribcages?”

“Yes, as do I.”

With that being said, Hank reached towards the android and, with a newfound stroke of curiosity, uncurled his pointer finger and pressed the fingertip into a specific area just below the underarm with a gentle prod. His confirmed his theory when he felt a hard surface underneath the artificial skin; a bone; a polycarbonate bone; a ticklish bone, given the way Connor squeaked and lightly shuffled to his end of the couch, arms enfolding around the area of his artificial ribcage protectively.

After a few seconds of awkward silence between the two, Hank, who was wearing a shit-eating grin with such mischief, leaned forward and snatched at one of the RK800′s wrists, yanking the android close to ensnare him into an inescapable embrace, his back against the older man’s chest.

Connor’s LED flashed yellow in response to the sudden action momentarily before reverting back to the usual blue, craning his neck to take a glance at his captor, but he was only able to see him from the corner of his eye. “Hank?”

Instead of responding to the address, Hank simply latched onto both sides and dug his fingers between the sets of artificial ribs, vibrating his digits to produce electric-like sensations.

Connor’s eyes flew wide open just as his sensors picked up on the aforementioned feelings, making him fall into fits of sputtering giggles as he lightly kicked his legs through some sort of reflex. “Ahahahaha! Nahahahahaa! Hahahaaank!”

Hank chuckled at the android’s giggly protests, simply curling his fingertips into the gaps of the synthetic ribcage. “Well, whaddya know? You do have ribs, and they’re ticklish!” He hummed to himself as he went on, thinking of a particular game that used to drive Cole up the wall. He wondered if it would work on the ticklish android in his grasp as well. “Hey, Connor... how many ribs do ya have, you think?”

“T-Twehehenty-fohour!” Connor squeaked at the occasional prod here and there. “Twehelve on each sihihide!”

“You sure about that? Maybe I should count ‘em for you~” Hank didn’t even spare the poor android even a second to utter a single protest, and he pressed his thumb into the lowest rib on the right side of his ribcage, kneading and circling the tip against the artificial bone. “One...” He began to slowly count aloud, remaining there for at least three seconds before he would move on to the next one. “Two... three...”

Connor squealed and lurched in the lieutenant’s arms like a small trapped caught in a trap, feebly attempting to pry himself out by pushing his own arms away from each other, but that was stopped by the older man’s tight grip. He could feel a tint of blue painted across his cheeks, having been caused by the teasing croon in Hank’s voice as he counted to tease the poor boy out of his artificial skin.

“Hahahank, pleeheheheease!” He tried to whine through his frantic cries of laughter. “I said I have twehehenty-fohohour rihihiiibs!”

“I’m still gonna check, anyway,” Hank paused his enumeration to answer the android’s plea for an instant before he immediately pressed on, “Now hold still. Twenty-four- Wait, what number was I on? Shit, I think I lost count. Guess we’ll just have to start all over again~”

Connor froze in his place, quickly realizing his mistake, and he initiated another string of pleas with a nervous, wobbly grin. “N-No, wait! Hank, pleheheheeease! Nohohohoo!” He cried out desperately, only to descend into another series of giggles with an occasional squeak as he restarted from the lowest rib.

“One... two... three... four... five... six...” Hank punctuated each number he tallied with a pinch to each rib, the prototype’s laughter becoming albeit louder the higher he went. “Seven... eight... nine... ten... eleven... twelve! Yep, twelve ribs on this side!” He emphasized his announcement with a squeeze to the inflicted side, snickering at the emitted squeak. “But what about the other side, huh? You got twelve of ‘em there, too?”

“Y-Yehes! I assure you, I- Eeek!” Connor was cut off on the spot just as Hank’s hand did so much as make contact with the left side of the artificial ribcage.

“One... two... three...” Hank nipped at each and every sensitive plastic bone with his pointer finger and his thumb as he continued this little game, grinning at the giggly pleads and squeals being composed from his android son. “Aaand twelve! Twenty-four in all! Guess you’re right after all!” He squeezed the left set after he finished, just as he did for the other side.

Connor lowered his shoulders and fell limp against the older man’s chest with soft giggles rising from his own, simply allowing him to hold him in his warm embrace. “I-I did say that, Hank...”

Hank smiled and lightly pinched at one of the prototype’s blue-tinged cheeks, keeping him in his arms for the next minute before took a glance at the side concealed by the plain tee. “And now that I know about all this, I’m actually feeling kinda hungry...” He purred, a devious smirk playing across his lips.

Connor’s eyes went agape just as his auditory processors picked up on the jest, identifying the lighthearted roguishness dripping in his tone. “H-Hank, I realize your intentions, and I advise you against this. If you are famished, you can find a proper source of nourishment in the kitchen- Aahh!” His attempt to dissuade the intent was deterred with a startled squeal as he was lightly pushed onto the couch and on his back, his father figure kneeling over his legs to prevent any venture to escape.

“Aw, c’mon, Connor! I haven’t had any ribs in a while!” Hank grumbled in a satirical manner as he slowly upheaved the fabric of the android’s casual tee by the hem and bunched it over his chest, exposing his entire abdomen. “I forgot what they taste like~”

“Hahank, please don’t do thihis! S-Surely there must be an alternatIIIIVE!” Once again, Connor’s attempt to reason with him came to a crashing halt as Hank swooped down and buried his face into the left set of ribs, gently nibbling at the artificial bones instantaneously. “AHAHAHAHAAA!”

“Mmmmm, that sure is tasty!” Hank murmured against the sensitive skin, causing the younger man to snort and jolt. “They’re so warm, ticklish, and they taste like giggles! Sounds like a pretty good snack to me!”

Connor shrieked mirthfully, startling Sumo out of his slumber in the process before settling back into his lazy doze. The android drummed his feet against the cushions and flailed his arms around as Hank continued to ‘devour’ at the sensitive artificial bones of his ribcage, switching between gently nibbling with his teeth and his lips at random moments, leaving him unable to calculate what the older man would do next until it was inflicted. The soft brushes of his beard and theatrical growls and eating noises seemed to add onto the sensations coursing through his sensors.

“HAHAHAHAAANK!” Connor wailed through his howls of laughter as he clenched his eyes shut tightly in an attempt to ease the feelings, wincing at the occasional quick raspberry administered to the horribly sensitive skin. “MEHEHEHERCY! DAHAHAAD, PLEHEHEASE! I-I CAHAHAN’T!”

As his last attempt to beg for mercy came forth, a hand ruffled the disheveled locks and the weight was lifted from his legs, allowing him to curl in on himself. The prototype sluggishly draped an arm over his eyes as if trying to hide himself as the blue tint slowly vanished from his goofily grinning face, simply lying in his current position and waiting for his leftover giggles to fade away. He pried his arm away from his face to look over at Hank, who returned the gaze with a wry, affectionate grin of his own that told him that he would surely take advantage of in the future.

“Thanks for mentioning that little detail. Now I know one more ticklish spot.”

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bedlamgames · 6 years

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Q&A #89

As a heads up the usual Sunday stream is now going to take place tomorrow night on Monday.

Now onto some questions.

Anonymous said: Will you add longer term goals into the game? And the ability to upgrade your tools and such so you can stop your alchemist from blowing themselves up every other day. Plus will there be a way to learn skills from Slavers? Because it'd be an interesting mechanic to learn magic from your slavers and build that up, becoming stronger and stronger in each school... and are there any plans for more races/ Characters in the future?

Good sign I should tackle these Q&A’s more often as you can tell as I got this question prior to 0.81 which does include buyable upgrades.

More slaver interactions are coming and 0.82 which will be coming soon will include an entirely new full featured race.

joyfullyunadulteratedruins said: I just listened to Thriller amd started wondering. WIll there be undead creatures in the future. Like, how about a senario where you play a necromancer (or mad scientist) and the only way to get slavers is to go on a gravedigging assignments where the result determine what undead you get. (Crits are vamps and liches, failure is near useless zombies and ghosts, etc) and to compensate, the supply cost of everything is much much higher. And they drain life from slaves instead of using them.

Due to it being a lewd game while I do plan to do more with undead themes like I did with the wrights and with the blight magic traits and related assignments there’s limits on what I’m comfortable including.

I do though plan to have a zombie equivalent and vampires have been on the drawing board since before the very first update to the game.

minimen456 said: Living Nightmare morale lost, but Jenny is alone on a mission and don't have that skill: imgur /a/Qr1r0vs

That looks like the Living Nightmare not being wiped properly and so lingering. Do you remember what the previous assignment you started to that was? Also would be good to know if you just started it and cancelled, or confirmed the assignment.

Anonymous said: Hey man, just wanted to say everything's still going great. I actually went back and played Rough Landing 2 after I saw the post about the other game, and this time I actually managed to beat it! Nowhere near 100% completion but I got to an ending. Anyways, back in No Haven I've been trying to clear the Golem scenario and I feel I've hit a brick wall. I've put together some powerful slavers that can wreck shit on most missions, so now I'm just grinding to try and push through the last decision.

Congratulations! And good luck with beating that scenario.

Anonymous said: [0.805] imgur /a/lRnGyOz the corruption "critted" and triggered the tentacle arms twice on a mountain something lamia, according to the corruption text she should have 2 arms with tentacles and 2 normal arms, instead she has 3 normal arms and only one tentacle arm.

Tentacles should be a one of though containing multitudes. On checking there was an issue where it could apply the text twice like that.

Anonymous said: [0.805] imgur /a/jAhJKz6 she got mad schemes from complete profane ritual, the issue might be that the aspect says it needs creative but she doesn't have it, assignments still trigger the aspect though.

That ones working as intended as corruption can help bypass the requirements you’d need to take it from a level up.

Anonymous said: [0.805] imgur /a/HlmTLAg greedy ganed, greedy lost, and the venomchasm character didn't have that aspect so I have no idea how she lost something she didn't have.

update on the "lost" exhibitionist, she gained that somehow.

I was going to change that potential but people found the gain trait, lose trait in one corruption thing so I left it. I’ve changed the wording on that other one so it’s more understandable now that it’s applying the aspect and removing any outfit worn.

Anonymous said: [0.805] imgur /a/kZUhznT selected corruption by mistake, clicked cancel and that roles showed up and the PC moved below

Will see if I can recreate it to see what happened there.

Anonymous said: Tried the new version; now that levelling up the encampment no longer provides an encampment size bonus, it's possible to gain more slavers than you have room for. It seems like accepting a new slaver that would take you over capacity should either automatically charge you for the upgrade, or be impossible; as is, I can just ignore encampment size, and rely solely on level-ups for fresh blood.

Oops, missed that one. Thanks for letting me know so I can fix that.

nh-maikochan said: 0.812 Bug... maybe. Had a slaver who gained Flying through a levelup. They gained another level and one of the options for them was Fleet. I saved before picking it and sent them out on an exploration mission to see if the two stacked with the time reduction, and they don't, only Flying applied its time reduction effect.

Yeah was a bug. Was an extra ‘ ‘ that was causing the flying check not to work on gaining fleet.

anoisilyunlikelycollectorblog said:Tumblr is redirecting your download links to the dashboard so they're unusuable (tested with the ones on Whorelocks Revenge).

Gah tumblr why you got to be like that? While it wasn’t working at all on Friday when I checked it does seem to be working now thankfully as I don’t want to think about updating all the commission sources.

Still in case it happens again I’ve added full links for the downloads so worst case if it happens again you can always copy paste them.

evelelf said:Not a question but more of a bug report. Assignment in Ever Forest "Infiltration - Toll Bridge" keeps counting down to expire even when picked up and after completion.

Those are good too. Not entirely sure why that’s happening though. Is it on a specific day length?

sweetlyholywizard said:Hey, I encountered a bug in 0.812 of no haven where when I tried to raid a goblin village the timer on it ran out and the assignment didn't complete. Now it's just sitting there in my room objects screen and I can't do any thing about it. For some reason this has also caused me to get a "need more room or slavers" message whenever I try to go on an assignment to get more slaves, so basically if I can't get this fixed then the entire save is fucked. Any ideas on what the problem is?

I know this is my equivalent of the ‘have you turned it off an on again’, but as this is bad enough I’m surprised otherwise it would have gone unmentioned have you been following the safe saving and loading practice as warned at the beginning of the game? As that’s what is most likely to break the game.

If not let me know along with letting me know if there was an owned slaver involved and which length of days that assignment was. Thanks!

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mode7rap · 7 years

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genoboost reviews the Final Fantasy VII commercial

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I hate Final Fantasy VII.

Well, I love Final Fantasy VII, but don't tell Final Fantasy VII I said that. FFVII doesn't deserve my love, but I often find myself thinking about all the good times we had together. We laughed, we cried, we bitched about Cait Sith. Those were the days. But it was such a toxic relationship. I can never go back.

It's going to take a few more therapy sessions before I'm comfortable digging deeper into that. Today, I simply want to discuss a small portion of the very rich meal that is Final Fantasy VII. There are a lot of layers to this RPG onion, and I want to focus solely on the dry, dusty, useless onion skin, slowly rotting beneath the produce section lights. I'll be dissecting Square's game changing game commercial which appeared on US television ahead of the games stateside release. That's not a joke.

How did we all think Final Fantasy VII was so great? Clearly opinions have splintered in the 20 years since the game's release. It's hard to stay unbiased after many years worth of extraneous FFVII games, movies, and more games, and anime shorts. It's now pretty hazy just exactly what convinced me to love this game so much in the first place. Then I saw the original commercial again. My very sudden and brand new hypothesis is that the marketing blitz put on by Sony and Square (now Square-Enix) made sure we thought this game was going to kick every ass. It did. The commercials that aired constantly on cable television also made sure that viewers had no idea what the 'game' part of this game was.

So it's time to dissect a thirty second long and twenty year old commercial. This advertisement was the first glimpse of Final Fantasy for much of the US, except for nerds like me that is. That glimpse made Final Fantasy VII look like one bad ass mother fucker of an action movie, er, action game. It's a game. You can play on the "Play Station." Somehow.

What do you even do in this game? It would appear to be some sort of motorcycle riding, helicopter chasing, explosion causing and/or preventing type action game. Maybe you get to play as an ass kicking, motorcycle riding protagonist that is also a soldier of fortune, as mentioned in the commercial! Mystery solved.

I don't know what's happening here, but it doesn't matter because I'm dead now.

Actually, I think the Soldier of fortune is the only thing this commercial gets right about Final Fantasy VII. But only if I'm being generous and assume when the voice over said "soldier" he meant SOLDIER.

It's hard to think back to a time where we didn't know about sephiroth, JENOVA, and Cloud, the only three characters that very briefly appear in the commercial. Each with a haircut sillier than the last. None of these highly integral characters are established in any way. It's just some insane fever dream. Was that a monster? Did it explode? Does CG hair have to look this ridiculous?

Absolutely.

I know I come hard at Final Fantasy VII like the old, jaded gamer I am, but back in '97 I was just as enamored by it as any other kid that got their kicks from playing Chrono Trigger and FFIII, I mean VI, I mean, ah fuck it. Square knew exactly what a young American gamer wanted to see. Explosions, revenge, motorcycles, soldiers of fortune, more revenge, another explosion, and another explosion and revenge, plus it's a video game!

This isn't a commercial for a hundred hour, story driven RPG from Japan (this is, and it gets me pretty damn hyped). This is a commercial for a high budget Hollywood action movie. It has more in common with trailers for Men in Black and The Fifth Element, the latest sci-fi blockbusters circa '97. This was long before Lord of the Rings made everyone very very familiar with the Fantasy genre. Back in 1997, no one in the US cared about grass or trees or magic or elves or none of that shit. Those were good times. Anyway, the folks behind advertising Final Fantasy VII knew what's up. They showed off nothing but the heavily industrial, very metallic side of Final Fantasy VII. Cannons, helicopters, motorcycles. This was some epic futuristic realism here. No magic airships, no swords, no riding on big dumb chickens! 'Wark' your ass on out of here you stupid chocobo, or is it 'kweh' now? Go 'kweh' yourself!

"Did you unlock the motorcycle?"

"Not Quite."

Give Square some credit where it's due though, twenty years later, every major game release is marketed this way. Only cut scenes, no game play footage, and only the vaguest half paragraph outline of the plot. Makes me nostalgic for the storyline to Bosconian. Make sure your way dope commercial includes anything that would be cool to own or pilot, as long as it's a machine and not an animal, such as a very large, very colorful, very inbred bird.

There isn't a single company fool enough to include actual gameplay in the commercial for said game. Some commercials these days don't include any images from the game at all. Even Nintendo themselves cut that shit out a few console generations ago. Well, Nintendo still tries to shove a little gameplay footage in at the end of their commercials. Unfortunately, Nintendo's stubborn respect for consumers makes for terrible marketing. Not to mention the incredible difficulty in conveying fun game play to a passive audience. Just make some jokes, or throw some babes at me, and/or a few explosions and I'm in! Buy me Bonestorm or go to hell!

Square-Enix has made a ton of missteps since the release of FFVII, which lead to the name Square-Enix itself, and my endless confusion on whether to call them Square, or Square-Enix when referring to the company when it was called Square, or was it Square LTD, I don't think it was Square EA yet, or was it EA Square in the US and Square EA in Japan… Ah fuck that too.

Actually (fixes glasses) the full name is…

As I was saying, Square whatever has had some misfires in their long and expensive history, but damn were they on the cutting edge of logically baffling but ridiculously effective commercials.

If I'm generous, I could understand that there could be some difficulty in explaining a 70 hour epic within a 30 second teaser. Ungenerously, since this is a commercial after all. Please be skeptical of anyone selling you anything. Please? This is 30 seconds of random images and blatant lies created solely in an effort to take your money. Square got my money. Don't let them get to you too!

I'm not sure if this is the first RPG to be marketed to popcorn shoveling mongrels and not the elite console gamer class that knew what a JRPG was, or, as we called them at the time. RPGs. We didn't need more specific definitions because all console RPGs came from Japan. American companies made Bass Fishing and Bubsy, and a game starring the fucking president's cat. Who cares! Until FPS games gained some traction, US game developers would do their best to serve up nice bland plates of whatever Japan created first.

Despite Square's best efforts, and explosions, the most insane thing about this commercial was the ending.

:Record scratch

Appearing in the final moments of the commercial was the title "Final Fantasy VII." Wait a minute! I know what Final Fantasy is! I know exactly what Final Fantasy is! Hold on, where did four, five, and six go!?

I had already played Final Fantasy VI, although we called it Final Fantasy III back in my day. Whatever this commercial was that my eyeballs were subjected to was certainly unlike any previous Final Fantasy. Final Fantasy is about wizards and spell casting and swords and a bunch of numbers going up, sometimes down. You collect money, which you can use to buy new weapons, and you can find treasure, which is hopefully new weapons. There's just loads of text and menus. Honestly, it's all just text and menus. The point being, that there ain't none of that in this commercial, and we all know damn well there is plenty of that shit in the game. Conversely, I think every exploding building, crashing meteor, or giant energy weapon in the game is shown off in this commercial.

Before I watched this commercial several dozen times in order to form this deep and absolutely necessary analysis, I decided to make a list of a few words and phrases that come to mind when I think about Final Fantasy VII. Play along at home. Just close your eyes and think of some of your most cherished memories with this very ridiculous game.

Giant Swords

Armageddon

Bigger swords

Corporate greed

This guy are sick

Leveling Up

Great Music

Unlikable characters

Huge world

Huge monsters

Double crossing

Ancient stuff

Fancy wigs and dresses

Cait Sith… Fuck you Cait Sith! I never wanted you on my team in the first place you traitorous, plot advancing piece of-

Okay, I should stop there, but I think that's a good synopsis of FFVII to be honest.

Now time to live blog this ephemeral seizure of a commercial.

There's an evil empire.

So evil it's a whole evil planet?

Giant cannon!

Modern day helicopters

Modern day motorcycle, is this Terminator?

The world is in danger! So it might be Terminator!

To Aerith: "Come with me if you want to live." No wait!

More cannons! These cannons shoot lasers!

It can shoot in this single direction though.

Was that a monster?

Quiet down in there!… You!

Everything is so shiny

At least this evil empire has some showmanship.

Great graphics!

...for the time.

There's seven of these!?

Another record scratch

This is a video game!?!?

and it's on the playstation!?

Whaaaaa…

As you can see, a few major elements of Final Fantasy VII seem to be lacking in the commercial. In a game with nine different playable characters, each with plenty of backstory, we see Cloud's dumb hair for a second, and Sephiroth staring down a robot. I remember staring at the print ad of this scene and having not a single clue what I was even looking at. Did you notice any swords in this commercial? Catch someone using a spear or inaccurately enormous shuriken shaped boomerang? There wasn't even magic. No magic in a game called Final FANTASY. No feathers, and not a single blade of grass.

If this commercial is to be believed (and who am I to not believe the very people who are trying to take my money) then this is pretty much James Bond, Blade Runner, and Armageddon, but playable. I wouldn't be shocked if this blonde haired soldier of fortune was voiced by Bruce Willis himself. Yippee ki yay Sephiroth. It's time to save the world from lasers and cannons and meteors and all kinds of other crazy crap.

Somehow…

Oh, I almost forgot, this game commercial doesn't feature any game play. Maybe it was an oversight. It's certainly not necessary to include gameplay footage. Why, Square gave us all the information we need to understand the gameplay, right in this very commercial, if you just look closely enough!

I can easily imagine the control scheme for this wild ride.

X = Motorcycle

Triangle = Revenge

Square = Explosions

Circle = Explosion based Revenge

L1+R1 = Run Away

This lack of gameplay footage is what changed video game commercials forever (except Nintendo). Nintendo was trying their hardest to show off some quality games back in the mid 90's, but that integrity lost them valuable MTV commercial real estate. Square and Sony on the other hand, began to create commercials that were more like existential references to the games in the PlayStation library, rather than provide actual details or information about why you should purchase the product featured. Nintendo clearly wanted to emulate these highly effective commercials, all while still conveying the inherent fun of Nintendo games. This meant that Nintendo became stranded in some horrible middle ground. Wanting edgy commercials with a bunch of crazy crap happening, while still conveying the style and quality of the gameplay. Don't forget to wedge some game footage in there somehow.

As reference, here is a 1996 Nintendo commercial. Coincidentally, I chose the commercial for Super Mario RPG, the final Square produced game for a Nintendo system for nearly a decade.

Dammit Nintendo, it's like the head of your PR department is my mom. SO LAME. This commercial needs it's own analysis. I'm a life long Nintendo supporter through and through, but I have made no bones about their inability to create engaging commercials. Nintendo has been getting their asses kicked in the marketing department ever since Sega said 'Nintendon't.' Luckily Nintendo's games often speak for themselves in terms of quality game play. Of course, you would have to purchase the game to know that. Oh the irony! Every Nintendo commercial feels like the boxart to Phalanx. Baffling and unintuitive.

In fact, here's another one from 2005!

Even after many years in this brave new world of logic free commercials, Nintendo still slides in that gameplay footage. Will they never learn?

Conclusion

Hey Square, I love all the convoluted stories, convoluted hair, and pompous cut scenes, but I also like the part where I rummage through menus to equip insane materia combinations, or just simply stealing from as many different enemies as possible. This commercial, and the frenzy for Final Fantasy VII upon launch reinforced those former attributes, sending Square into an anti-gameplay spiral that we've only begun to unravel. In the immediate aftermath of FFVII, Square gave us both the amazing 'cinematic RPG' Parasite Eve, as well as the bankruptcy inducing Final Fantasy The Spirits Within.

Now they go by Square Enix, a little wiser, and a little less bold. They still waver between quality game play and an overzealous cut scenes, second only to the Metal Gear series (which also made Konami hemorrhage money, hmm).

Next FFVII anniversary, I'm going to review the Knight of the Round (AKA the longest fucking thing in video games ever) in the same amount of time that the animation of Knight of the Round takes to play out.

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onychaos · 5 years

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Changes and moving forward (2018)

This was a post I made on wordpress but never got around to posting here on tumblr but I feel that it is better late then never, I guess?

Take this with a grain of salt. There is a chance that you will:

Not agree with my changes

Not like what is said here

Or just don’t care or won’t care about this.

And I know I can’t please everyone but oh well, here we gooooo!

There is a lot to cover here, so sit back or not and get ready for the list of things

To make things easy on some, just hit control + F and you can look for the following below

Updates on my life

Twitter stuff

Dropping Grudges

Twitch.tv stuff or stream related

Updates on the fan game

Youtube stuff

My Goals for 2019

Updates on my life

I have been more social with people Or rather, being more social with my friends since they are the only ones who like to answer others ignore me but it’s whatevers. I got used to it

Been pretty happy with life, despite what has happened in this year. Things could have been better but what can you do? :V

Twitter stuff

So, following has to be cleaned out as it has needed that for a a long while.. Pretty much accounts on the chopping block are, Art bots that I don’t look at, inactive accounts.

I may set my twitter account to private in the future.

Been adding friends to my Twitter friends’s list, if you are on my Twitter friends list then you are a friend of mine

Being more social and such

That’s it for the Twitters. :V

Dropping Grudges

I will be dropping my grudges against other Sonic Speedrunners and will unblock them on Twitter (no one cares but that is good.)

Everyone gets a clean slate. Cause why not. :V

Twitch.tv stuff or stream related

I wanna start doing podcasts and streaming other games or even stream making things

If you are still here for racing SRL stuff and speedruns, this be the wrong place. That’s coming to a end, I would say.

Updates on the fan game

When the prototype is ready for debugging, a new channel will open up in my server, Private testing only. When the first demo is live for testing, it will be uploaded to firefox’s file hosting site

Youtube stuff

Youtube let plays are coming back. Had no time to record games but I will fix that, soon. I have some in mind. :V That’s all

My Goals for 2019

I would like to be drama free. I do not care about drama. It’s a waste of one’s time, and I have better things, man because drama ain’t one of them

I would like to get a fan game ready for testing or even released a app for others to use. I have 2 apps ready to be released

I want to talk to my friends again in voice calls, and play games with friends that I enjoy.

I have been removing myself from toxic environments. This could be discord groups, servers, and friends on Twitter or Facebook.

My Discord will become semi-open to new users.

Move my friends over from Skype to Discord

I will keep moving forward, with you or without you. If life changes the plans, I will adjust to the change, if need be.

Draw more things for fun, and to learn new ways of drawing

Live through it all

That’s it really. :V Thanks for reading, and hope to see you with me in the new year that is 2019.

OnyChaos~

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 5 years

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Caramel Skin Under a Vanilla Sky prt 16 full draft

Watching Keith leave with Kosmo, Lance let out a string of curses that would get him whacked senseless with his mother's slipper if she was there. What the hell was wrong with him? For movements and phoebs he'd kept his secret... but noooo, as soon as Keith showed him a little bit of attention, he'd folded like a cheap suit. He hadn't intended to tell Keith what happened. He'd promised they'd talk after the mission but he'd been going to come up with something... something that wasn't him spilling his guts like he was was begging for attention. And what the hell was Keith thinking telling him he loved him?! He'd tried so hard not to hear that from Keith. He knew... or he kind of knew how Keith felt. His family having a good laugh at his cluelessness. Keith was smart, funny, quick, supple, gorgeous and courageous... And now he knew... and he still had the nerve to say that he loved him?! He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to say. Keith's hugs... they'd been nice. They'd been soft... and so fucking warm that Lance wasn't sure he wanted him to let go. This directly contradicting the constant feeling of being dirty and tainted, adding to his fears he was tainting his friend by being so close to him. Ever since Keith had walked back into his life, Lance had fought to keep everything inside. He'd fought to keep himself from crying too loud, with Keith's quarters so close to his. He'd fought to keep his showers shorter than half a varga, feeling filthy as he stepped out too soon. He'd fought not to jump each time Keith was too loud, not to flinch away each time Keith touched him. It was like... it was like those deep purple eyes were drawing every memory to the surface, causing his secrets to spill into his mouth, only contained by his grinding teeth. Keith had broken him. He'd broken through Leandro to expose Lance, and now Lance didn't know how to put that mask back on. He'd been so angry. He'd lashed out so distastefully. He'd mocked Keith's love with laughter. He'd asked him if he wanted to know how they'd fucked him. Thrown in his face that he was addicted to drugs. Thrown in his face that they'd made him come... and Keith... fucking accepted it. He reached out and pulled him close. He'd held him as he'd sobbed like an idiot. He'd him as he'd screamed. If he could love Keith, he would. He wanted to. His chest had swelled with happiness for a micro-tick when he'd said he loved him. A micro-tick where Lance had been over the moon, before the weight of everything came crashing back down so hard that all that he could do was laugh. And now they were stuck here until Zak fixed the fucking Telula, or a ship from the outpost found them first. Having woken in Keith's arms, Lance had panicked. The overwhelming scent of the man's natural odour, combined with the scent of a fire on clear summer night had been too much for him. Between his legs had been wet, like he was ready for his weird heat thing. Fear coiling in his stomach as he realised Keith's hand rested on his exposed stomach as... if to protect something in there. Keith's warmth had seeped right through his body, scaring him because it wasn't the soul consuming ice he'd woken up with ever since dying. Barely holding down his rising feelings, he'd slipped from Keith's hold. Keith shifting in his sleep as he mumbled Lance's name. He couldn't pull Keith down with him. He couldn't let Keith stay. Not when he was too broken to fix. Leaving Keith sleeping, Lance had headed up to Daehra's ship. Locked inside, Kosmo had pulled the blankets off the small thin bed, looking sad for himself as he slept on the floor under the dash. Moving to the pilot's seat, Lance powered the ship up. God. It's been more than tempting to take the ship and run. To leave Keith there for Daehra to collect, or maybe the Blades, but... his traitorous heart wouldn't let him. He fucking loved Keith. He hated that he loved him. He hated that he loved working beside him. Having him there to banter with. To joke with. He thought his feelings of "love" had been ruined. Keith's eyes so characteristic of the Galra. Those purple eyes that had stared down into his as he'd screamed... he'd thought he'd hate Keith's eyes, but when he looked into them, he couldn't see any traces of the Galra who had held him down. All he could see in them was his best friend... who'd hauled his arse out the outpost when he'd lost his shit. He didn't remember getting out. He didn't know if Keith had been hurt because of him. He could have gotten him killed... like... Kre'el. Kre'el would scold him. Tell him off for leaving a friend behind. He could here her disapproving voice in his head. That same way she'd scold him for not thinking as she'd done a hundred times before. And what if they did come after them. Keith would be stranded, probably killed... Releasing the controls, he pulled up the ship's Nav system. Keith had flown through the night by the seems of it. They were out of the quadrant they'd been in, and now four away. Right. He should have known. Keith had always piloted like it was the most natural thing in life to do. Of course he'd gotten them out... It was one more thing Lance was useless at. Whimpering at him, Kosmo locked his knee "Did Keith lock you in here?" Whining Kosmo shuffled closer "It's alright, boy. He's sleeping, and we've got a few more vargas before the sun rises properly. Do you want to come hunting with me? Find you some water?" Kosmo's tail started to wag "Yeah? I could use a break from him too. I need to grab some stuff, then we'll go. Sound good?" Yipping happily, Lance flinched at the loud noise "Sorry, boy. My head's a little sore. Can you keep it down until we get away from camp?" The yip Kosmo gave was adorable. Soft and strangled as he made a real effort to "Thanks, boy. Why don't we see if we can find some meat for dinner while we're at it? I've got to contact Daehra and see what's happening on her end" Calling Daehra had been depressing. The Telula couldn't come to collect them. Daehra had been worried, repeatedly asking him if he was ok, while Lucteal issued threats towards Keith, despite Keith not being there. Even if Keith had gone off the deep end with all this crazy love stuff, it was reassuring that those two were the same as normal. Lying through his teeth, he'd told them both they were. They didn't need to see how weak he was over a little attention. He hadn't cried over it all like he had the previous night since everything he had happened. He had said the words out loud to anyone but Keith because words made it real... and now he'd really fucked up. He'd fucked up everything with Keith. So many times he'd thought of him, so many times he'd wanted to call him, but there was always a mission. Keith was always busy. Keith didn't exist to answer his calls in the dead of night when he was lonely. Neither did his old team. Not that they replied to his messages. He'd tried so fucking hard to force himself to reach out, to take the team calls then act like nothing was wrong. They didn't even notice he wasn't talking. The didn't notice when he stopped trying to be friends. If Keith stayed with him, he'd face the same alienation. He'd be pushed aside. He couldn't do that to him. Keith had come so far since they first met. He was close with both Hunk and Pidge, taking the spot Lance thought he'd occupied. Not that this was a competition or anything. He already knew he'd lost, and would lose if it was. He didn't hate Keith, but he did hate that he wasn't more like him. Keith was the reliable one. Keith was the strong one. The one that Shiro named leader. While Lance was left to trail behind... it hurt far too much. It was better if Keith forgot the previous night, and Lance kept himself busy catching game. He'd get that right. He'd prove he knew how to catch dinner and didn't need a grizzled hunk like Keith to save him. * Wandering across the campsite with no shirt on, Lance blushed at the sight of a half naked Keith. When he stripped off all he had to offer were scars, scars, and more scars. Keith on the other hand was ripped. His muscles long and lean, almost flowing beneath his skin as he came closer. Shovelling another shovel of coals over the bundle of silver in front of him, Lance would tell anyone who asked that it was the fire pit making his face hot "What are you doing?" "Making a fire pit we can cook in tonight. Breakfast is by the bed. Daehra packed eggs and this weird bread kind of stuff. It pretty much tastes like cardboard, but it's packed with vitamins and minerals" "You are?" "Yeah. Then I wanted to get this done" He'd eaten half a piece of the cardboard bread before his nerves had gotten the better of him and he'd been forced to quit. Keith would scold him if he knew "Ok... you've been throwing up, so you're probably also really dehydrated too" "I had some water" Watching him closely, Lance hated the way Keith's eyes roamed across his body. He know Keith was watching him because he was concerned, yet having his every move watched had him convinced he was doing things wrong. As the shovel started shaking in his hold, he dug the tip into the dirt by his shoe instead of moving more coals "You said your building a pit?" "Yeah... I mean. I'm probably doing it wrong, but I'm trying to... it probably looks stupid" Keith picked up the plate of eggs on toast "You said "probably" twice. Have you done this before?" "We did this at home..." "Then I'm sure you're doing it right. Tell me how it works" That right there. Keith had to know what that did to him. How his stupid heart did that weird flip thing. He knew it was his brain, but it's always baffled him how you can feel something in your brain and have it come out in your heart or stomach "It... uhh..." Shit... he was starting to get even more anxious. He knew what he was doing... so why was he struggling with his words? "Lance?" "I... I'm sorry. It's a fire pit. We're going to cook dinner tonight in it" "That sounds cool" Keith was probably humouring him. He was probably secretly laughing at the fact Lance was now having a breakdown over a fire pit... "Mum and I always cook over the fire. I haven't seen it done this way" "I can change it. Fill it in, I mean" "Why? You went to all this effort" "If it's wrong..." Placing down the knife and fork he'd only just picked up, Keith looked up at him "Lance, it's not wrong. I didn't mean to make you think it was. I was asking because I was curious. That's all" Now he'd made Keith feel bad. What the hell was wrong with him?! Well? He knew what it was, but he didn't want to make Keith sad "I'm sorry..." "Hey. You don't need to apologise. Just explain it to me" "You... um... put the coals in, then put the meat in like a pot or something to cook it in. Then you cover it with leaves and leave it cook" "That sounds cool" "Yeah... because it's a bird, it needs to be cooked really well. I wasn't... expecting you back so soon" If Keith could have stayed away a few more vargas it would have been appreciated... maybe even the night, the following night, then right up until Daehra arrived... because fucked if he knew how to handle this. How to handle soft Keith who cared for him... Who looked at him like he wasn't a lump of dirty shit "Soon? I thought I was gone a while" "Oh... uh..." Was "uh" and "um" the only sounds his stupid tongue could make?! At this rate, Keith was going to think him even stupider "My sense of time isn't great..." "It's fine. I still get thrown talking to Shiro. He swaps back and forth from Earth time to ticks, doboshes and vargas like it's perfectly natural. Why can't we just stick one and stay with it? If the staff of the Atlas are in space, shouldn't they be using space time? It's confusing as hell" Lance felt his lips curling at the edges into something suspiciously not frown like "What's the matter? Can't you keep up?" Glaring at him, Keith sounded like his pride had been wounded "I can keep up just fine. It's simply be easier if I didn't have to" "Sure, sure, samurai" "I'd forgotten how much you like your nicknames until I looked at the board of yours" Board? What board? Ooooh... Fuck. Why couldn't his brain get it together? At this rate Keith was probably going to murder him for being so useless. His tone was flat as he tried to joke "My board is a work of art" "You run a good team" Not sure if Keith was deflecting because his pride was wounded or if his friend was trying to pry, Lance went about scooping up another shovel of coals "Can I ask about them?" Lance already knew Daehra and Keith had talked about him more than once. Daehra was awful at keeping secrets, and Lucteal was struggling to accept Keith knowing that Lance had held strong feelings for the man "Ask what?" "I don't know. How did you all meet? I know you helped save Daehra's sister... how did that happen?" Keith didn't mean to upset him, he knew that. The question was fairly innocent, yet his mind decided because he was hurting at the memory, he needed to lash out "It happened when I killed the man who raped me, and the last member of his guard to rape me" Growling the words out, Lance threw the shovel down in self disgust. He instantly regretted the flare at the look of pain on Keith's face "Fuck. Fuck. Sorry. Sorry... look. I'm not angry at you. I know you're really trying right now, but I'm..." Taking a deep breath through his nose, he slowly released it through his mouth "I met Deahra and Lucteal hunting down the man who'd... you know... Their father sold their sister to him for a sliver of power once... he... got Red. Technically Daehra and Lucteal are bastard children born from the kings other bed partners, but the moment the queen started birthing their precious royal children, they were both cast aside. Their little sister Annla... they wanted to do the same thing to her... and like hell I was going to let that happen. I killed... them and took her back to them. I went back to finish the job, but Daehra had called the police in. A police friend of mine in when I didn't come back on the same day I met them. She dragged my arse out and stopped me getting myself killed. My head... kind of broke" "You saved a princess?" Lance winced at the word princess. Keith was bringing back all the feelings that torn him apart when he'd tried to choose between Keith and Allura... "Yeah. She's only about 7 or 8. She still calls to talk" "That's sweet" Sweet? How did he mean sweet? Keith didn't say sweet? And not mean cool. Did he mean cool? Why was he thinking about this too much? Did Keith want children? Did he like children? He seemed like the awkward uncle who'd pass the crying baby over to next closest adult... God. What would Keith say if he knew... that he could... That would mean... sex... oh, God. He was a monster. How did a talk about an alien princess end up with him wanting to vomit at the thought of sex with Keith. What kind of a monster was he? "She's a child" "What? No. I didn't mean it like that. I was trying to say it how you would. Fine. It's nice that she calls" Oh... oh... "Oh. Yeah. Well, it's to talk to Daehra mostly. She was her attendant" "Still. You did a good job saving her. You should be proud" Proud of being forced to suck dick before he could act? Lance definitely wasn't proud of that... he wasn't proud of waking up wet when Keith had shown him a little attention. His cheeks felt warm as he looked away. He probably could never give Keith a family... He probably couldn't really carry. He'd been a normal guy all his life, and now he was... going to cry... Nope. He didn't want to cry... not without any good reason to cry "Can we not talk about this anymore? I get that you feel the need to talk, but I don't really want to" Keith's face fell a little. Lance mentally congratulating himself for being the biggest quiznakking idiot in the world as it did "Ok. But, what do want to do after I'm done eating? I would say we could rest... but I get the feeling you'd say no" "You're right. We still need to collect more firewood. I want to boil some water too, then bottle it... after that, maybe then we could rest?" Rest as in "sit there and empty the chicken out of their endtrails and pluck them naked", not as in "sit there awkwardly while Keith pulls his weird mind magic that makes him talk far too much" "Sure. Sounds good. We should try sparring too. I bet you could put me on my arse" "I know I could put you on your arse, but it's not safe. Now stop avoided your breakfast. The eggs are edible, Dae packed extra supplies, so if you have a problem with them, talk to her" "No problem. It's better than purple goo" Green goo was better than purple goo, but no goo was better than all goo. Making the decision not to reply, Lance picked up his discarded shovel. This was going to be a loooong few quintants... * Training with Kosmo felt lacking to Keith. Neither of their hearts were in it, but Lance had fallen asleep while waiting for the water they'd collected to boil, so Keith hadn't wanted to disturb him. Practicing disarming techniques with Kosmo didn't go well when all the dopey wolf wanted to do was sleep next to Lance. Each time Keith turned his back on him Kosmo would teleport back over to Lance, Keith then forced to jog over to Kosmo, drag him away, scold him for not paying attention, maybe get in two or three doboshes of training, then start the whole process again. If he looked at it like endurance training, it didn't seem as annoying... When Kosmo teleported back to Lance for the umpteenth time, Keith gave up. It hadn't distracted him from the guilt still gnawing at his gut over the video, nor had anything else. The thought of admitting to Lance what he'd done was too much. He didn't want Lance to hate him. He didn't want Lance to shut back down again. He wanted to help... and to do that, he was going to have to be pick and tell only certain truths, until Lance was ready to hear his full admittance. But then again, that could blow up too. Lance could yell at him for thinking him too weak to handle the truth, and be sent spirally back after whatever progress they'd made. He hated this. Starting whatever this was on half-arsed truths was only going to come back and bite him in the arse. Sitting down next to the blankets Lance was sleeping on, Keith pulled his blade from his belt. There wasn't much to do, Lance had already buried the chickens in the coals to cook, they'd also collected enough firewood to last the next few quintants, and enough water to last until the Telula reached them. Keith had already decanted the water into the bottles Lance had organised. It'd taken all of four doboshes, then boredom had kicked in all over again. Letting his gaze wander towards Lance, he caught himself at the last moment. Watching his friend sleep was creepy... but... no. He wasn't going to... quizank... apparently he was. His gaze slipped again, Keith's face softened at the peaceful expression on Lance's face. If only Lance could always be so relaxed, he might actually be able to heal. The bags beneath his eyes hung heavily, his cheek bones much sharper than Keith remembered, his marks gone as he huffed a soft breath between his pouty lips. Reaching towards him, Keith was pulled from his momentary trance by a soft mumble "Keith..." Jerking his hand back, Keith cursed himself. He didn't know what he was about to do, only that he was a moron. Lance needed rest. And Keith needed to go for a run or something... maybe he could... knock himself out until the Telula arrived? He didn't want to touch Lance sexually, but he did want to cuddle the shit out of him "K-Keith?" Moaning out his name, Lance shifted closer to him. Half off the blankets before he stopped with the top of his head against Keith's leg. This had to be some kind of joke "Lance?" Nuzzling into Keith's leg, Lance let out a soft sound that sounded suspiciously like a purr. Lance had to be mocking him. People didn't go around purring for no good reason "Lance?" Placing his hand on Lance's shoulder, Keith shook gently. He didn't want to wake Lance, but he did want to know if he was awake or not. Releasing his shoulder, Keith moved Lance's hair back from his face. The moment his fingers brushed against the side of Lance's head just above his ear, Lance sucked in a breath. Moving his hand away, a few ticks passed before Lance slowly relaxed. Fuck. Even the simplest of gestures caused Lance pain. Hair was now added to Keith's growing list of things to avoid... though it was the second physical addition following "don't unintentionally wake Lance up by touching him because you can't control your feelings". After he'd talked with his mother, he'd had a good hard think about the kind of words he should avoid when talking with Lance. All he'd really come up with were the obvious ones related to "force"... and he didn't trust himself not to mess it all up by saying something stupid without thinking. Placing his blade as far away from them as he could reach, Keith laid himself out next to Lance, letting Lance curl into his side, on his own accord, with a soft huff. However, it was only a few doboshes later that Lance shot up next to him, his mouth wide in a silent scream as Keith rushed to sit back up. Sucking down a few desperate breaths, Keith waited until Lance rubbed at his eyes before breaking the silence "Lance?" "I'm ok..." "You sure?" "Mhmm... nightmare... sorry... sorry... I didn't mean to fall asleep" "It's alright" "No... ugh... why do nightmares have to suck?" Laying back down, Keith stared up the lazy clouds passing over the top of them. Taking a few ticks longer, Lance laid down next to him. So close that they were practically shoulder to shoulder. He could feel his best friend's little finger brushing against his own, without giving it much though, Keith hook it with his, meaning in some weird way they were holding hands "How long was I out?" "Not too long. I was playing with Kosmo for a bit, then when I sat you curled into me" "Shit. I'm sorry" "It's fine. It only happened a few doboshes ago. Do you think that caused the nightmare?" "Maybe. It's not your fault, though. I didn't mean to fall asleep" "You obviously needed it" "I don't know about that" "You wouldn't have fallen asleep if you didn't" "It's the sun. It feels nice" Looking over to Lance, he found Lance was already looking at him. Drawing his brow, the Cuban was confused "What?" "I didn't mean to wake you up" "It's fine. I don't sleep much as it is. I probably would have woken sooner rather than later" "Is it the nightmares?" "Yeah... they're... they're not better than they were, because they still suck, but they're different" "I'm sorry to hear that" Looking away from him and back up the heavens, Lance sighed "You don't have to keep saying sorry" "Even if I am" "It makes me feel stupid when you keep apologising" "I feel stupid for messing things up" Lance bit his lip, before looking back to him again "I don't really hate you. It was such a shitty thing to say. I don't hate Shiro either. It's... you throw me off balance" "I throw you off balance?" "Yeah. When I look at you... it's like... everything comes rushing back all at once. I can remember almost everything that happened and it's all on the tip of my tongue" Keith didn't know what to say to that... He didn't want Lance to remember anything he didn't want to "I'm sorry" "Don't apologise. It's not your fault. It just... it throws me off how easily you get under my skin. I was so fucking mad at you for tracking me down. I wanted to throw you down the club stairs and scream at you "to never come back"" "Wow, dude. That's a bit harsh" "It wasn't your fault. It's... I feel like you can see right through me and I hate it" "I can't you know... see through you that is. There's skin, and muscle, and bone..." Lance groaned at him "You're a dick" "That doesn't mean I'm not right" "Sometimes I wonder. Like really wonder" "Wonder what?" "If I came back. Or if I'm still on the astral plane..." Keith's voice caught in his throat. Squeezing Lance's little finger, he slowly picked his words "You died when I was away from the team, didn't you?" Sighing at him, Lance squeezed back "You knew?" "Not until recently. Why didn't you tell anyone?" "Everyone was busy. Besides, it was hardly worse than when you tried to throw your own life away. Don't think Matt didn't tell Shiro about it" "I know he did... But at the time, I didn't see any other way" There was a pause long enough for Keith's heart to begin beating faster "I... I didn't either. It was going to hit Allura... and the team... they needed her more than they needed someone like me. I wish she'd never brought me back" "It's probably not much, but I'm glad she did. You're the heart of the team" "I'm the guy you didn't want to spend eternity with. The stupid one. If I could have stayed there, I would have... nothing's been right since I came back..." Rolling onto his side, facing Lance, Keith smiled softly as Lance rolled to face him too "You're going to be ok. We're going to be ok" "You don't know what it's like" "No. I don't. But I do know that if I'd I lost you, I never would have been able to move on, or even move forward. You keep saying you came back wrong, but I can't understand what you mean" "Allura... I was dead. I felt myself die. I felt my heart stop as I was electrocuted and then it was all nothingness like the astral plane. It was black... as far as you can see. It felt like... like being smothered by the darkness for an eternity. She used part of her quintessence to bring me back. Part of her being. She probably had to in order to stabilise my body, like she had to use her gem from her tiara to stabilise Shiro... Keith, she wasn't attracted to me. She didn't love me. What she was drawn to was the part of her in me..." Keith expected Lance's to be crying, instead he looked resigned. Like this has played a million times in his head, so could no longer feel the pain he needed to over such a statement "That's..." "What? Not true? She was still in love with Lotor to the very end. When we were together... she only thought of the Altean's. Then she... she went after the entity... I loved her, but not in the same way she loved me" "She was an idiot" Lance's eyes narrowed into a glare "No. Listen to me. Lance, you're an idiot but she is too. You... you always push yourself so hard. You're always so hard on yourself that it's frankly frustrating. I want to grab you by the shoulders and shake you until you see what the rest of us see. The fact Allura couldn't see it, it pisses me off. You've always had my back. Even when we were punk nose brats sniping at each other, I could always count on you. At first I found your flirting irritating as hell. Then I realised, all you wanted was for someone to like you for you. I'm sorry it took me so long" "Allura had a lot going on" "We all did. It doesn't make it right" "Keith... she's still important to me. Even if you don't like her" "It's not that I don't like her. I appreciate her sacrifice. I just wish you hadn't been hurt. You didn't even tell us you died. That's not ok" "There was no one to tell... Pidge and Hunk were busy. You were gone. Shiro hated me. Coran was busy. Allura and Lotor were... busy... it doesn't matter now" "It matters to me" "It's been years" "And if it'd been me who died, you would have never let me hear the end of it. You would have cried and felt just as guilty as I do" Sniffling, Lance failed as he tried to give him a stern look "Shut up. You can't turn this back on me" "I can too. I hate what you've been through. You deserved so much better than all of this" "You deserve better than being stuck here with me. I couldn't even get you off the outpost..." "It was pretty hairy for a moment. Especially when they started firing at us" Lance took a shaky breath as tears welled in his eyes. Cautiously, Keith wriggled closer to wrap his arm around Lance, leaving them forehead to forehead as Lance whispered "I fucked up the whole mission" "No" "When I saw all that blood... I couldn't... you know. We were Paladins. We got hurt... but there was so much blood..." "Yeah. But if you hadn't reacted to the guards, that could have been us. For all we know, they could have piped sedatives through the vents" Lance gave a weird snort "You Blades and your vents... when they had me, I kept thinking how one day someone's going to put fans in them to prevent people climbing around" "They've already got fans in them. That's what keeps the air moving" "Oh... right... I didn't think of that... i know we have to go back... but fuck... I don't want you to end up cut into pieces" "You want to go back?" "I don't want to... but... we can't leave it like that" God. Lance was killing him right here. It was worth than his friend's bad breath "I... before you get mad at me, I was kind of freaking out too. I messaged mum about what happened" Lance's eyes widened "You what?!" "I sent her some of the video. We've got undercover operatives out there, who have been operating without knowing about this threat. This information could save the lives of Blade and rebel members" "Keith! I didn't... I... I trusted you!" "I know. That's why I'm telling you. She didn't say she was going to act. But... if it means no one having to die" "What did you send her?! What exactly did you send her?!" "Video of the other room... and some of the blood... and them trying to kill us" "Keith!" "I know. I know. I wish the two of us could handle this, but I don't think we can. Plus, they know who I am. If they go to Daibazaal, mum needs to be prepared" "D-Daibazaal... I didn't think of that..." Keith could see Lance spiralling "No. Daibazaal has some of the best defences out there" "They had Galra working for them. What if they return home? What if they go after Krolia? Or your team... What if..." "Lance. This isn't going to do any good. I'm worried too, but my team can handle. Mum can handle it. Everyone can handle it. They haven't come after us, and we're not that far from the outpost. Even if they're destroying the evidence, we both know what happened. And now that the Blades know, they can also compile a case to get things changed" "They used to... you know... cut people up there. But they'd phased it out when the empire fell. I thought... I mean... I killed people but I didn't know I was sending them to be butchered... I worked with the police... I fucking blew things up for them... they said... god..." "Shhh. You're going to push yourself into a panic attack, or make yourself sick again" "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be laying this all on you..." "It's fine. Do you want to keep laying here? Or do you want to get up and do something?" Lance nodded slowly. His lips so close that Keith wanted to a taste. He knew how soft and sweet Lance's kisses could be "I want to go take a swim" Oh shit... Lance had no idea what he was doing to him... A half-naked Lance was the last thing he needed to be thinking about "Do you want... I mean..." "I need some time alone. I'm... I feel like I should apologise. I don't mean to keep pushing you away..." "No. You don't need to. But take Kosmo with you. I tried to train with him, and all he wanted to do was nap near you" "You know I don't hate you, don't you? I never should have said I did. I can't do that. I can't give you that. Not now" "Lance, I understand. I've been pushing too hard to. I want to know everything. No matter how had it is. I want to help you through it" Sincerity shone on Lance's face. God. His lips were right there. Keith's will eroding faster with each tick "I know. I don't know why but everytime you look at me, I feel like an idiot. I want to tell you everything... Well, maybe not everything. I'm not ready for people to know. I don't want anyone else to ever know... and some things... I can't. I got used to keeping this inside. Ugh. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm probably not going to be the greatest friend, but I'll try" "I'm not going anywhere. You should go for that swim before the sun goes down" "Yeah..." Lance's breath was warm against his lips. His brain finally shorting out as his lips pressed against Lance's. Letting out a whimper, Lance pushed him off as he scrambled back. Keith's heart sank. He was such a goddamn idiot! "Lance... I'm sorry. I didn't think" Shaking his head, Lance climbed to his feet "Lance?" "I can't" Taking off, Lance ran from him. Kosmo leaping to his feet to run after his crush. Keith flopped onto his back, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. He was such a goddamn idiot! Lance clearly didn't like having his face, or head touched that much. And he'd forced a kiss to his lips... Why?! A few more ticks and Lance would have left him. A few more ticks and his warmth would have been gone from his hold. Lance was probably going to shut him right out now... Fuck... He'd held his tongue over the sweet smell of seasalt and junipers that had come from Lance. The changes in his scent that Keith knew wasn't possible, so could only choke it up to his imagination, and that he was going slightly crazy due to his love of Lance.

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