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kanesthirstblog · 3 years

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NSFW ALPHABET: ABE HARUAKI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Requires lots of aftercare but also wants to take care of you. Very clingly, like, will latch onto you and cuddle you for the rest of the night clingy. You should probably give him some reassurance or comfort, he seems like the type to stress about whether or not he was any good to you once the fun is over.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Hmmm... Totally the sappy kinda guy who tells you he loves all of your body and thinks it's beautiful and 100% means every praise he sings you about it. He loves everything about you from your soft hair to the tips of your toes.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

God. Just imagining him sprawled out on any surface with an exhausted yet dopey look in his eyes, covered in his own cum (and/or yours of course!) after a few rounds of sex really makes me feel satisfied. Really can't explain this one

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secretly a bit of a masochist but also scared of being hurt so he never asks even if he really wants to.

Also secretly owns a couple erotic novels he used as "research" when you first brought up wanting a sexual relationship. Since you are his first, he would want to see how he's supposed to act in that scenenrio so he could please you properly. (But damn was he shocked when you wanted to be the dominant one. That wasn't in his books.) Haruaki learns the importance of communication that day.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Dudes a canon virgin y'all. This also excites me.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Secretly loves it when he's on his back so he can see your face as you ride him or peg him. He just thinks you're the prettiest person he's evermet and loves watching you even as you tease or toy with him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's a sappy guy. Would probably look at you like a puppy who sees someone they really love. Besides that he's have that dopey look like he's never been happier than he is in that moment, smiling up at you.

Once you've had sex a couple times he might start opening up more, cracking jokes and asking shy requests from you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yup. Makes sure he's nice and clean especially

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He really tries hard to be romantic but he has 0 experience in this area and often fumbles his way through it by trying to be sweet and make you feel good. Very bad at saying romantic things and would probably give up after a bit before he dies from embarassment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Tbh I actually think he'd barely masturbate if he did at all. This is partly because I actually have an asexual headcanon for him and partly cause in canon he seems really put off by sexual things if not being outright afraid of them.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Contrary to some of the fandom headcanons, I don't really imagine the sailor uniform thing as a kink. It just seems like a typical fixation or something that gets played up for laughs to a strange degree. But maybe thats my ADHD dumbass brain projecting my ADHD onto a fave. (Off topic but him knowing everything about sailor uniforms, from design to creation, being able to make them himself, getting happy any time he sees one, ect. Are headcanons I have because his weird fixation with them reminds me of my fixation on rocks, mushrooms, and jewelry.)

HOWEVER

Praise kink. Body worship. He'd love to be pet gently while you tell him how pretty he is. How you love his soft hair or his long legs or slender form as you lightly trail you fingertips down his body or card fingers through his hair. And he would do the same for you too.

Might at least try pegging, and then realizes he actually likes it when you hold him down and pound his ass.

Would be too embarrassed and a bit scared to bring this up but actually likes the idea being treated roughly. If you could pull at his hair and bite him even a little bit he'd practically melt in your hands.

Might try bondage if it's light. Soft hand cuffs or silk ropes are the way to go.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home. Anywhere is fine as long as its at home

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The fastest way is probably being physical with him or just stripping for him. He gets embarassed and tries to hide but you know he's aroused, you can feel it when you sit on his lap.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He'd probably not be okay with having more than one partner. You might frighten him if he starts feeling like you guys are ganging up on him.

Public/semi-public sex is a no go. Especially since he is a teacher, he wouldn't risk his job on the off chance you both get caught.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think he actually might no be very into oral at first. But will give or recieve though you may have to hear some complaint about it being kind of unsanitary or something. He's also kinda bad a giving oral but what did you expect? He's a virgin.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Personally prefers the slow and sensual kinda sex but you set the pace regardless so ultimately it's up to you. He won't be turned into a stuttering mess right away if you guys take it slow.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Alright with it as long as it stays private. You'll be the only one asking for these but try to get him in the morning before he leaves for work so you can corner him against a counter. Its best when his back is turned so you can grab his hair and lick along his throat, nipping here and there. He'd shiver in your arms as you trail a hand down to undo his pants

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As long as it isn't a risk to him (would probably be too scared to try knifeplay) or job (no public/semi-public sex) you could probably talk him into it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hmmm... Depends I guess. I feel like he might only be active for a round or maybe 2 before he starts slowing down. You could still pound the guy into the mattress but he'll have those half lidded doe eyes cloudy with exhaustion. He'd wrap his arms around you loosely as if you'll help ground him to the waking world and try to hold you closer to him.

At that point you should definitely ask a few times before you start another round to make sure he's okay and reassure him that it's alright to stop now. Strikes me as someone who could easily fall into a place where he'd hide his desire to stop just so you can use him for your own fun since it makes you happy. That could be kinda bad for his mental health.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You'd be the one with all the toys tbh. But you can sure as hell use them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's not much of a tease but if he's feeling playful, he might play up the innocent look of his. He really is a pretty innocent guy actually, but he knows you love that sweet look he's got to him and he will use it on you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

So damn loud. This guy would moan and beg loudly, scream your name and plead for mercy, for relief as you all but eat him alive. Might even cry and whine and beg. Oh, but he tries to be quiet so he doesn't risk disturbing anyone. He'd purse his lips and turn away from you while you play with his body in an attempt to stay quiet but he always gives in quickly. It's easy to turn this guy into a whimpering, begging mess no matter how many times you do this.

You'll know when he's tired because he will be unable to make much noise besides low pants and gasps. Probably best to wrap things up at that point before ya fuck him unconcious.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I have a few actually.

-Has a hard time saying no to you. He's a bit cowardly and overthinks and he would be afraid to lose a first relationship. This is potentially hazardous to his mental health because he might say "yes" to something he doesn't want for fear of losing you. Consent is important though so even if it's difficult at first, keep checking to make sure he's alright.

-I actually headcanon him as a sex indifferent asexual. He can 100% live with sex or without it. Doesn't matter to him, though he's terrified of trying it for the first time.

-The first time you tried to get him in bed, you pinned him to a wall and he was terrified because he thought you were trying to shake him down or harass him. (Well, the latter part was true but not the way he expected.) And then you kissed him and he straight up broke, wrapped himself in blankets and hid under the futon for the rest of the day. Disappointing? Sure, but damn was it cute.

-I'm actually caught up on how he would take to dirty talk tbh since a lot of it I've seen or heard involves some form or another of calling your partner a slut or whatever. Seems to be popular. On one hand if he's secretly a masochist, he might be into it. But on the other, he also seems like he might take anything you say to him to heart and beat himself up over it and would ultimately not like it. Also probably would not be comfortable if he did the dirty talking and assuming he manages to make it through the night without apologizing to you for everything he says, then you'll hear it when you finish.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Mandragora patterned briefs. You cannot change my mind on this one.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not very, so he's pretty chill about it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on how much you exhausted him but it usually doesn't take that long.

Bonus:

Some more cute Haruaki.

#youkai gakkou no sensei hajimemashita #a terrified teacher at ghoul school #abe haruaki #haruaki abe #nsfwheadcanons

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i-am-out-of-my-vulcan-mind · 4 years

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An Excuse to Stay In Bed

Hello friends! Just a wee oneshot to fill in a @badthingshappenbingo square. @lurkingwhump, thank you for your help with this fic.

The countdown is on for s5. I'm so excited! I also hope everyone is staying safe in this scary world we currently live in.

Kurt walked into the apartment to find Jane lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling. His brow furrowed. The last time he had seen her like this, she was in the middle of a nervous breakdown.

"Hey." he said softly, putting his keys on the counter.

"Hey yourself." she replied, smiling tiredly. She sat up, giving him room to sit down beside her.

"You ok?" Kurt asked, worried at the dull look to her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine." she replied automatically, then sighed at the pointed look her husband was giving her. "Ok… so I'm not so fine."

Kurt frowned.

"What's going on, Jane?" he asked, putting his arm around her.

She shrugged, biting her lip.

"It's just been a rough year." she whispered.

Kurt nodded, tightening his grip on her. With him getting shot, to Jane's ZIP poisoning and her getting buried alive, to the fight against Madeline… Madeline was locked away - for good this time and their names were cleared, but the scars of their journey were far from healed. "That it has." he replied finally. He shuffled on the couch, pulling a piece of paper out of his back pocket. "Which is why, I've booked us a weekend away at the cabin upstate."

Jane's eyes flicked up to his, her face hopeful.

"Really Kurt?"

Kurt grinned.

"Yes and no distractions. Patterson has strict instructions, that unless the city is literally on fire, we will not be disturbed."

"...and Rich?" Jane asked, unconvinced. Every time they got a moment alone, someone always interrupted them.

"Covered."

Jane's face broke out in a giant smile.

"Thank you Kurt." she whispered. This was exactly what they needed. After everything that had happened, a little quality time together was long overdue.

"Now there's just one problem." Kurt confessed.

Jane raised her left eyebrow. What now?

"The cabin is in the middle of nowhere… there's no internet… no cell service… no TV… what ever will we do?" he asked, smirking suggestively.

Jane replied by jumping on him, straddling his hips. "I'm sure we will figure something out." she said, leaning in and kissing him gently. "So when do we leave?" she asked and Kurt groaned. Having her pressed up against him, her sweet scent filling his nose… he was tempted to take her right here and now…

Jane chuckled.

"There will be plenty of time for that later." she chastised playfully.

Kurt groaned again. "In that case, you better get off me."

Jane grinned, and moved back onto her feet, walking towards the kitchen. She gave him a questioning look.

"Weitz has agreed to a long weekend. We can leave as soon as you're packed." He got off the couch, joining her in the kitchen. He took her back in his arms, pecking her on the mouth. She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him softly. She pulled away and looked deep into his eyes.

"Well I guess I better go pack then." Jane said, taking off for the bedroom, leaving a stunned Kurt by himself. If she carried on this way, he was going to need a lot of cold showers

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A snowstorm hit just as they arrived at the cabin. Kurt unloaded the bags, while Jane unlocked the door and turned the lights on. It was cold inside, the fire long gone out from the previous tenants.

"I'll get a fire going." Kurt said, placing the bags in the living room. "Why don't you check out the place."

Jane nodded. "I'll pour you some wine."

Kurt disappeared back into the night. Jane took the opportunity to pour them each a glass of wine, before picking up their luggage and moving further into the cabin.

It was fashioned in a dark tongue and groove pine, with low ceilings and old rustic light fixtures, that bathed the rooms in a soft orange glow.

There was only one bedroom and a bathroom. Small, quaint and cozy.

Jane shivered… or maybe not so cozy. It was freezing in the bedroom. She returned to the living room to find Kurt covered in snow, carrying an armload of wood.

He crouched in front of the fireplace, popping a couple of fire starters onto the grates and covering them with kindling. After only a few minutes he had a hearty fire crackling.

Jane joined him on the ground in front of the fire, holding her hands out to try and warm them a little.

"You alright?" Kurt asked, watching as her teeth started chattering.

She chucked.

"Just a little cold."

He reached out, putting his arm around her, pulling her close.

"Why don't we sleep out here tonight?" he suggested. "It's already late and it means we only have to heat the one room."

Jane's smile was the only answer he needed.

"Help me with the mattress?" he asked, helping her to her feet. Together they pulled the mattress and the bedding into the living room, situating everything in front of the fire. Jane moved to the kitchen to get their wine while Kurt straightened out the blankets.

He plonked onto the mattress and accepted the offered glass. Jane dimmed the lights and joined him, the fire crackling, slowly warming their chilled bones.

They sat in a serene silence for a while, just enjoying each other's company and the atmosphere - especially that of not being interrupted.

"You warming up?" he asked, breaking the silence.

Jane pursed her lips, side eyeing her husband. She cleared her throat, the corners of her mouth turning up.

"I'm still a little cold." she said, giving him a pointed look.

"Oh, well I think I can help with that." he said grinning, lifting his arm and pulling her close. He put their wine glasses on the coffee table next to his head and turned back to his wife, cupping her cheek and kissing her softly.

She moved so she was straddling his hips again, though this time she wasn't teasing him. This time she wouldn't pull away.

"I love you." she murmured, between kisses.

"I love you too." he replied, flipping her onto her back and covering her body with his own...

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"Kurt! KUUURT!" Jane's blood curdling scream filled the small cabin. Kurt, who had been cleaning up from breakfast, took off at a run towards Jane's calls.

"Jane!?" he shouted. "Jane!" he sprinted outside, following the sound of her cries. The image in front of him stopping him dead in his tracks. "Oh fuck."

Jane was neck deep in the icy pond on the back of the property. Her hair was wet, indicating she had already been submerged. She had managed to get her arms out of the water onto the ice.

"Jane!"

"I'm s-sorry K-kurt. I d-didn't know it was a p-pond."

"It's alright Jane." Kurt soothed, assessing the situation. "Can you pull yourself out?" he asked, though he knew she had probably already tried.

Jane nodded, her movements erratic. She felt around, trying to find a hold she could use to pull herself out. Finding nothing, she splayed her fingers and used her warning strength to try and pull herself up. She made it onto her elbows, before the ice cracked and she slipped under the ice again.

"Jane!" Kurt yelled from the edge of the pond. "Jane!" He was about to rush out onto the ice himself, when she reappeared, gasping for breath. A strangled cry escaped her mouth.

"Jane! Are you ok?"

Jane spluttered but managed to nod. Kurt could see her lips starting to turn blue. He needed to get her out - and fast.

"I'm gonna find something to pull you out." he called. Taking one last look at his terrified wife, he left, racing back around to the front of the property, where he had seen some rope earlier. He returned to Jane, tying a loop in the rope and throwing it to her.

Her movements were jittery, her muscles rigid from the icy water, but she still managed to get the loop over her head and under her armpits.

"You ready?" Kurt asked.

Jane couldn't speak, her teeth were chattering too hard, but she managed to nod in affirmation.

"Alright… I'm gonna pull you out slowly. Once you're on the ice, you need to stay flat. It will help spread your weight more evenly." Kurt said. He heaved Jane out of the pond so she was lying on her belly, and hauled her back onto solid ground.

Once she was back on the grass, he sat her up and pulled the rope back over her head.

"Come on Jane." he said softly, before pulling her arm around his neck, and lifting her against his chest. He hurried her inside, her whole body shaking, her breaths choppy.

He sat her on the couch near the fire, moving swiftly into the room where she had left their luggage the night before. He retrieved her bag and a couple of towels from the bathroom, before returning quickly. She was still in the same position he had left her, face pale, lips blue, dripping water on the couch and floor.

She was shivering uncontrollably, her breaths coming out in short, shakey gasps.

Kurt rummaged through her bag, pulling out a complete change of clothes.

"We need to get you out of these clothes." Kurt said seriously, crouching down in front of her. "Easy does it… slow movements." he murmured, helping her out of her shirt and sports bra. Jane cried out, the movement sending tendrils of pain through her cramping frozen body. After patting her dry, he dressed her in a few layers of thermals and one of his hoodies.

He assisted her out of her sodden pants and underwear, before helping her into a pair of warm sweats. He finished by towel drying her hair as best he could and covering her hair with a warm beanie. All the while Jane was trying to get her body under control. She could barely stand, so she was so thankful for Kurt's support.

"Here Jane." Kurt said softly, picking her up again and carrying her onto the mattress that was still in front of the fire from the night before. He lay her gently on the mattress, bundling the blankets around her, before climbing in beside her and pulling her to his chest.

"Ssshhh." he soothed. "Just relax baby."

Jane pressed herself into his side, trying to soak his warmth into her frozen limbs. Kurt held her tightly, rubbing her back softly, to try and get her body to calm down.

They lay in front of the fire for a good 20 minutes, before the shaking in Jane's body started to slow down.

"I'm going to make you a hot chocolate." Kurt said, deciding her hands would now be steady enough to hold the mug. "The sugar will help with the shock as well."

Jane missed his warmth the moment he had extracted himself from the pile of blankets. She watched him spoon an exuberant amount of sugar into the mug of hot chocolate, her teeth hurting just thinking about it. But he was right. The warm beverage would help warm her from the inside and the sugar would help with the underlying shock.

He put the mug on the coffee table, before helping her sit up, holding her against his chest. He passed her the mug. "Small sips." he said gently.

Jane couldn't help but grin and she lifted the mug to her mouth.

"What?" Kurt asked, catching the expression on her face.

"I know how to treat hypothermia too, Kurt." she said, taking another drink.

Kurt smirked sheepishly. "Well then you'll know that hypothermia can cause confusion. I was just making sure you weren't suffering mentally."

Jane closed her eyes, chuckling softly.

The drink was beginning to work its magic. She didn't realise just how awful she was feeling, until the symptoms started to dissipate. The general sick feeling she had been experiencing, along with the shakes from the cold and the shock, were slowly seeping away.

Once she had drained the hot chocolate, Kurt took the mug and placed it back onto the coffee table.

"Feeling better?" Kurt asked, kissing her forehead. She was still cool, but he could definitely feel her temperature rising. They didn't have a thermometer with them, so he had to rely on touch to gauge her temperature.

"Much." Jane said gratefully. "Thank you for saving me." she said, nuzzling his neck.

"Always." he replied straight away. "And besides, it gives us an excuse to stay in bed today."

Jane smiled up at her husband. She still couldn't believe she had been so stupid. How had she not realised there was a deep pond on the back of the property? In her defense, the yard was covered with a thick layer of snow and there had been no way to differentiate the grass from the water.

She shrugged, settling in against his chest again.

It had been a really rough year. And if today's events had taught her anything, it was that life is full of obstacles. She can't just dwell on the bad.

"We're going to be ok, right?" she asked in a small voice.

"Of course we are, baby."

He sounded so sure, so sure that they would be able to overcome anything that was thrown their way.

"I'll hold you to that." she quipped.

Kurt kissed her forehead. "You do that."

#blindspot #blindspot fanfic #jane doe #kurt weller #jeller #badthingshappenbingo

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spacegate · 5 years

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Gaster Blastober 2019 - Week Four

Participating in Gaster Blastertober 2019 put on by @gbpack-discord. I will be doing my best to write short ficlets every week. I’ll be adding them to the side stories fic on AO3 eventually. Hope you guys enjoy!

Prompt: Feral Mind

Fandom: Undertale

Warnings: None

Fluff-rating: 0% This one is sad :( TW: ANIMAL DEATH

Sans was hungry.

The biting relentless wind tore through the thin rags on his body like there was nothing there at all. The scant bits of cloth he could find was useless in such bitter cold. Not only were they thin, but froze solid into an unusable mess. The damp and wetness of the place of caves and water didn’t do any favors. He had learned to let them dry first, but the sheer humidity of the caves prevented them to fully dry. No matter what, they would be cold.

Once they have reached the furthest place they could away from the place of heat and red he had dug a shallow den under a fallen log. There, it offered a little bit of warmth and shelter from the wind. In that den, was his tiny sibling, waiting for him. Waiting for food that won’t be coming unless Sans did something about it.

Little Pap didn’t have thicker bones like his older brother, and thus suffered terribly in the freezing temperatures. Even given any spare bit of cloth that wasn’t frozen solid, he still suffered. His soul was like a tiny furnace, and whatever meager morsel that could be found went to his baby brother to feed it. If that little fire went out, he would die.

Sans refused to let that happen, not while he could still walk.

He shook in the cold as he trudged further into the woods, carefully putting one paw in front of the other. He tried to concentrate on moving in order to block out the chill, but the cold was all over. Inescapable. He knew he needed food too, but he could go on just a little longer than his brother could. He had tried to find fish like the kind in the caves, but the wide rivers were either frozen solid or too deep to risk. There would be no fish for sure.

He had observed the buildings and monsters in the distance of course, but yet did not want to risk being anywhere near them yet. He didn’t trust the good smelling places in the distance. He didn’t trust the monsters that walked about here and there. All of them could secretly be a person in a white coat. They could be waiting to take them back. The whole town could be one elaborate trap.

So they avoided it.

Which lead to Sans’ current predicament.

Through the whirl of the wind and snow, he heard something. A something...was close. Startled, Sans quickly took cover, ducking behind a tree trunk and trying to conceal the fog of his breath. There, he stayed still. Silent.

The shuffling noise grew close and a very familiar scent touched his muzzle. It sent him on edge, the spines on his neck and back bristling. He carefully peeked around the side of the trunk, eye-lights blown wide in fear.

Only a few feet away, was a rat.

Sans crouched down to observe the thing. It didn’t look like the rats he saw before, in the bad place. Those rats were white and sleek. They had trusted him for a moment, a fellow animal in experimentation, before he was ordered to…

He shook his head. He didn’t want to think about it.

The rat in the present was large and brown, scraggly coat tussled in the wind. It was shuffling about, digging into the snow here and there for any chance of a morsel buried beneath. Despite the cold and scarcity of food, the rat was round and plump. Luckily, Sans was down wind and thus it continued on, unaware.

Sans felt the knot of hunger tighten in his rib-cage, and something began to well up into his mind. It felt cold and calculated. His decisions were always colored with an air of fear and worry but...somehow...he didn’t need to feel worried. He knew how to do this, deep down. He was born with it. He felt himself crouch down to his belly, tail stretched out and snout forward as he sniffed. Silently and carefully, he placed one paw down after another, moving at an incredibly slow pace as he inched forward. The shiver of hunger and desperation kept him moving. Words that he felt more than heard rattled about in his skull.

Prey moving. Prey unaware. Prey forward. Move slow. Stop. Move slow. Prey there. Move. Wait. Stop. Move.

He crept closer, the sound of the wind masking his foot steps as the rat continues to dig about.

Prey. Food. Stop. Go. Stop. Wait.

He crouched, his meager magic bundling in his hind legs.

Wait. Wait. Wait. K I L L

He leapt forward and seized the rat in his jaws. It squeaked and fought, bringing teeth and claws down on his muzzle. Scratches and bite-marks sent bits of dust into the wind, but Sans could not feel them. Possessed by something he couldn’t understand, he growled and shook his head back and forth, squeals masked by the wind. It became a blur of motion and sound as he savagely attacked. All he could think about was the hunger and increasingly tired form of his sibling. Dying.

Need food need food need food need food.

He didn’t stop until he could taste something warm and the bites and scratches ceased.

He collapsed to his belly, the sheer amount of motion exhausted the tiny beast who had barely any energy to spare. He opened his mouth to pant and something plopped softly to the snow.

Sans shook his head and blinked, and looked down. His eye-lights shrunk to pinpricks as awareness crept back into his vision.

The snow in front of him was splashed with red, the dead rat’s body steaming as the wind stole away its warmth. Its claws and teeth were riddled with dust and a dark mass of red marked where it had been seized. It’s mouth was open in one last final scream as it laid there.

He backed up with a loud yelp, falling over end as he tried to escape. But he couldn’t escape what he did, the taste of blood still fresh in his muzzle. He felt sick, but there wasn’t enough spare magic to throw up. He gagged and flailed in the snow until he was on all four paws again, fear gripping his soul.

He turned and fled.

Tears prickled at the corners of his eye sockets as he ran. He didn’t know why he did that. He didn’t know what possessed him to kill something without an order. Alphys said he wasn’t an animal, wasn’t a killer. But he just…

He stopped, ramming his snout into the snow to wipe away all the blood on him as he whined in distress.

He was just so hungry. So hungry that he slipped into something unthinkable. He had been thinking of his brother before, but he couldn’t ignore the pain in his own ribs. Thoughts tumbled around his mind, thoughts of gaining back his strength, hunting bigger prey, his brother with thick bones and energy, warmth...life. All it took was to take away the life of another living creature by his own conscious choice.

He moaned miserably into the snow. He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t bring home dead animals for Pap to eat. Just the thought of it turned his soul again and sent him into a fit of sobbing. Self loathing crept into his soul. Pap could eat, but at what cost? Was he really a monster or was Alphys telling cruel lies?

He collapsed and cried.

He didn’t have the energy to waste on tears, but the unfairness and horror of the situation was just too much. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but by the time he could compose himself, his tears had frozen to his face. He grumbled and miserably picked at them with a claw to clear them.

He had to make a choice. It was clear now, that there was no food in the forest. He could not fish. He could not bring himself to hunt. He and his brother will be dust in only a day or two without something to eat. Shakily, he got up again, shaking the freshly fallen snow off his body and face. His joints were stiff, painful, but still he stood.

He peeked outward at the lights in the distance, at the town and the good smelling things in metal cylinders.

It was risky. So very risky, but it didn’t seem like he had much of a choice anymore.

He slunk to the ground and began to carefully sneak towards the edges of the town.

Someway or another, Pap was going to eat tonight.

He’ll make sure of that.

#keetah writes #undertale #fanfic #trust #gasterblastober2019 #gasterblastertober #babyblaster au #sans #papyrus #animal death #blood #this was before sans started raiding the trash in trust #gasterblaster au #he was very small here #he did his very best

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mewmewchann · 5 years

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DanganRWBY (Chapter 0) - The Killing Game

The students are given new rules.

(Yeah, it’s about time, I know.) (Anyway, the prologue is finally done! Now we can get on to chapter 1! And the first murder...*evil laughter*)

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“...Okay, that’s definitely not a real Beowolf.” Weiss said with a raised eyebrow.

A few things had happened when Beochi revealed himself; the majority of the students looked at the thing with confusion, Ruby had stepped back a little, Velvet had squealed in shock and ran behind Yatsuhashi, and Weiss had made that comment.

“Zip it, ice queen!” Beochi said in that grating voice again, pointing an annoyed finger at Weiss.

“Where did that thing even COME from!?” Velvet asked, shivering slightly while starting to move back from behind her teammate.

“Behind that desk, apparently.” Emerald answered. “Anyway, Weiss has a point, that can’t be a real Beowolf.”

“What makes you so sure?” Yatsuhashi asked, while safely guiding Velvet back to her original position.

“It’s tiny.”

“Good point.”

Ruby was looking at Beochi, dumbfounded, with her legs rooted to the spot.

Jaune’s gaze narrowed on him. “...What...Exactly are we looking at?”

Ruby shook her head. “Whatever it is, I don’t like it...”

“ANYWAY!” Beochi shouted, causing everyone to stop talking and turn back over to him.

“Thank you.” He continued. “Anyway, welcome back to Beacon Academy!”

Jaune sighed. “We never LEFT Beacon Academy.

“HEY! Don’t back-sass ME, blondie!”

Jaune tutted and rolled his eyes.

“Can you please just get to the point?” Ruby asked.

“Patience, please!” Beochi continued. “I’m getting to that!”

“Get to it quicker.” Jaune said bluntly.

“WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT BACK-SASS!?!?”

“Jaune, I don’t think it’s a good idea to rile that thing up…!” Ruby whispered.

“Okay, okay.” Jaune put his hands up a little in mock surrender. “Fine.”

“Thank you, miss Rose!” Beochi said. “You seemed to be the only thing to shut him up!”

Ruby froze.

Beochi blinked. “...What, was it something I said?”

Ruby turned around, her wide eyes fixed on him.

“Say...” She stuttered. “...Say that again.”

“I was only saying thank you...Ruby.” He put extra emphasis on the word “Ruby”.

Ruby flinched back a little. “...How...Do you know my name?”

“Oh, COME ON!” Beochi threw his hands up and sighed. “If I didn’t know who all you freaks were, how would I have put your names on those letters!?”

There was an eerie silence.

“...What? What did I say this time!?”

“Wait,” Sun started. “So what you’re getting at is, you know who ALL of us are?”

Beochi nodded. “Right you are!”

“...Okay, this is definitely too creepy to be the professor.”

“I already pointed that out earlier, Sun.” Fox said.

“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, as you were saying?”

“Thank you!” Beochi said. “Good to know that there actually are some polite people here! In fact,” he clicked his fingers. “Why not have something to help with that?”

Ruby suddenly felt something buzz in her pocket. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her scroll, which was vibrating. She opened it up.

The first thing she noticed was that the scroll’s layout was completely different.

The menu it was on had a blue background with a few applications, but only four were available; “Profile”, “Messages”, “Map” and “Regulations”. The Regulations app was flashing, so thinking that it was the right way to go, she tapped it.

The scroll moved to a dark blue menu with white text across it. The text read:

“Academy Regulations:

1. Students may only reside inside the school campus.

2. Nighttime is between 10pm and 7am, and some areas are off limits during this period.

3. Accessing off limits and locked areas is strictly prohibited, but some locked areas may be eventually unlocked.

4. Violence against headmaster Beochi is strictly prohibited, as is the destruction of surveillance cameras.

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7. The headmaster can add additional regulations to this list at any time.”

“As you can see,” Beochi continued with a smirk. “I’ve given you a list of rules to follow during your time here!”

Ruby looked up from her scroll uneasily. A lot of these rules didn’t sit right with her. Looking around, she noticed the others were all checking their scrolls. (except for Fox, who had quickly whispered something to Coco, who whispered something else back to him.)

“So, we aren’t allowed to leave?” Yang asked. “Like...At all?”

“Well, the area you’re allowed to stay in extends to part of the area outside the campus, and there are some buildings around the campus area. You’ll see what I mean if you go outside later.”

“What about rules 5 and 6?” Sage asked.

“Huh?”

He pointed towards the text on his scroll. “The text has been encrypted and is basically unreadable. Are you going to reveal what it’s supposed to say?”

“Oh...” Beochi’s smirk grew wider. “I’ll get to that in a second. Those two rules are the most important rules on this list.”

Ruby shuddered. She didn’t know whether it was the look in Beochi’s eyes or the way he said it, but whatever it was, it gave her an even worse feeling than before.

“And another thing,” Jaune said, his unusually cold voice cutting through the air.

“What is it, Blondie?”

“The way these rules refer to you.” His eyes narrowed. “Headmaster Beochi.”

The room suddenly went silent.

“Oh, of course!” Beochi said, jumping upwards. “I forgot to fill you in on that part.” He cleared his throat, but it sounded a little more like a robotic growl. “The professor isn’t available, so I am acting as your headmaster during your time here at Beacon!”

An eerie silence swept across the room, as some of the students had turned nervously to each other.

Jaune simply raised an eyebrow. “...You cannot be serious.”

“Why, do you object?”

“I mean, really. You? The headmaster? Please.”

“What did I say about back-sass, Blondie!?”

“Don’t call me ‘Blondie’.”

“I CAN CALL YOU WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT!”

“Tch...”

Ruby stared at the scene in front of her in disbelief.

This thing’s acting as our headmaster? What the heck’s going on!?

“Anyway!” Beochi continued, snapping the group back to attention. “As the Timelord mentioned earlier, I haven’t filled you in on two of the rules on this list. So allow me to do that now~!” He cleared his throat again. “As I pointed out to Barbie Doll a few minutes ago, you aren’t allowed to leave. But...There is an exception to that rule. You can leave...” He smiled nastily. “But you just have to do one teeny tiny thing...”

Almost as soon as Beochi had said that, a deathly chill swept over the room.

Whatever he had to say couldn’t be good.

An evil grin erupted across the thing’s face.

“You have to kill someone!”

At those words, the deathly chill swiftly changed into utter dread.

“K-k-kill someone…?” Ruby stammered.

“Well technically,” Beochi continued without batting an eye. “You have to kill someone and get away with it. But I bet you weren’t expecting me to say THAT!” He cackled and jumped in the air excitedly. “To get outta here, you have to get away with murder!”

“Uh...” Ruby said nervously, looking around at the others. “Okay...Ha ha...Very funny-”

“I’m not kidding, little red.” Beochi replied with a smirk. “Check your scroll for proof.”

Ruby felt her scroll buzz in her pocket again. There had apparently been an update to the rules, so she checked the regulations app.

When she opened it, her eyes widened in horror.

“Any student who kills another student without being discovered shall graduate.”

Rule 5 had been decrypted, and what was written there made her blood go cold.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me...” Jaune muttered. He also had his scroll out.

“We have to get away with murder?” Mercury said with a cold glare aimed at Beochi’s direction. “What the hell are you talking about!?”

Beochi gave him a sarcastic glance. “I think your ears need cleaning out, buddy. I literally just explained it to ya. You have to get away with murder if you wanna leave! As long as somebody’s blood is on your hands, you can leave! But first-”

Pyrrha immediately objected, cutting him off. “H-hey! Stop messing around! We can’t kill each other!”

“Of course you can.” Beochi said to her, with an unnaturally sweet smile. “Doesn’t take much to drive a sword into someone’s gut, or hit ‘em over the head really hard, or shove their head into a pool for a few minutes, or tie a REALLY tight rope around their neck...” He started drooling a little. “Oh, the endless possibilities to end your friends’ lives~!” He immediately composed himself. “But as I was say-”

But before he could finish, something happened.

“Okay...” Yang growled, her eyes flashing bright red. “NO.”

She shot over to Beochi like a bullet and picked him up by the neck.

“Wh- HEY!”

“You shut your fucking mouth and tell us how to really get out of here, you little shit.” Yang said coldly, not letting go.

“I already told you!” Beochi growled, flailing around to release himself from Yang’s grip.

“Like hell you did!” Her red eyes burned brighter. “Tell us how we really get out of here or I’ll rip you to fuckin’ shreds!”

“Put me down this instant!” He continued flailing in her tight grip. “I am your headmaster! Unhand me at once, young lady, or you will receive a punishment-!”

“YOU’RE NOT! THE FUCKING! HEADMASTER!” Flaming sparks flew around her as Yang tightened her fingers around Beochi’s neck.

“Yang, hold on!” Ruby said desperately.

Jaune raised an eyebrow. “Yang, you’re breaking rule number 4. We haven’t even been here a day and you’re already breaking rules.”

“SHUT IT, JAUNE!” Yang screamed, only making her grip tighter.

It was then that Beochi stopped flailing. His limbs drooped down, and a repeating high-pitched beeping noise echoed through the amphitheatre.

It didn’t take long for them to figure out where the noise was coming from.

“Uh, Yang?” Nora started. “The tiny Beowolf is beeping!”

The heat from Yang’s aura started to dissipate as she looked over to Nora. “Huh?”

“It seems to be making some kind of recurring high pitched noise...” Penny said, putting a finger to her chin.

The beeping noise continued, but when it started to get faster, Jaune had a sudden realisation.

“Yang. Throw the tiny Beowolf.”

“What?”

A tone of urgency entered his voice. “YANG YOU HAVE TO THROW IT NOW!”

“Wait-” Yang started, looking down at Beochi in her hand.

He had gone completely limp, the orange eye had gone dark and the yellow eye was flashing in time with the beeps.

Her eyes snapped back to their usual colour.

“AGH!” She grabbed the thing with her other hand and threw it.

In Scarlet’s direction.

“Wait, what the hell-!?” He started, as the flying Beochi hit him in the torso. “Gah-!”

“I DIDN'T MEAN THROW IT AT SOMEONE ELSE, YOU IDIOT!” Jaune shouted angrily.

“AND WHY DID YOU THROW IT AT ME!?” Scarlet seconded, now holding Beochi in his hands.

“I don't know, you were closest!” Yang stammered.

“No, he wasn't!” Mercury said from the other side of the room.

“SHUT IT, MERCURY!”

A devious smirk suddenly appeared on Scarlet’s face. “Let's hope you can catch as good as you throw!” He threw Beochi directly back at Yang.

“Wh- HEY!”

Jaune held his head in his hands, as the beeping continually got faster. “Oh my god...”

Yang’s eyes turned red again. “WHY THE HELL DID YOU THROW IT BACK!?”

“WHY DID YOU THROW IT AT ME IN THE FIRST PLACE!?”

“YOU take it!” She threw Beochi back at Scarlet.

“You're the one that picked him up, YOU take it!” He threw Beochi back at Yang.

The beeping was reaching a fever pitch by the time Yang got it back again, and she was ready to throw Beochi back at him.

“NO, YOU TA-”

“OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD-!” Jaune immediately snatched Beochi out of Yang’s hands, and threw him at the ceiling.

The beeping got faster and faster as Beochi was flying through the air, until…

He suddenly exploded.

The fiery explosion startled all of them, and no-one said anything until the heat died down.

“Wh...” Ruby started. “What the…!?”

Jaune sighed. “Just as I thought.” He walked back to his original position next to Ruby.

Yang’s eyes were still fixed on where the explosion was.

“That...” Her eyes faded back to lilac. “That coulda killed me!”

“THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU THROW IT AT ME!?” Scarlet shouted angrily.

Yang turned around to face him. “I thought YOU had it!”

“NO!!!”

Nora sucked some air in through her teeth. “I have a feeling that this is going to be REALLY important later...”

“Hopefully not.” Ren replied.

“Why is no-one mentioning the fact that Yang threw a LITERAL BOMB at my teammate!?” Sun asked, angrily pointing at Yang.

Yang turned around to face Sun. “I didn’t know he would explode!”

“You totally did.” Mercury said from the other side of the room.

“SHUT IT MERCURY!”

Sage gave Yang a cold glare as Scarlet walked back next to him.

“Just don’t do it again.”

“Okay, okay! Jeez!” She said. “But...Beochi’s gone right? We all saw him explode!”

“Three...” Jaune said quietly.

“Not now, Jaune. We can find a way out of here now!”

“Two...”

“Now that Beochi’s dead, we don’t have to kill each other anymore!”

“One.”

“YA REALLY THINK SO, BARBIE DOLL!?” A voice growled from behind her.

��Huh…?” Yang turned around, only to find Beochi, perfectly fine, standing back on the podium.

“OH GOD THERE’S MORE OF YOU.”

“Yup!” He said with a nod. “The guy that created me made hundreds of copies in case I ever got destroyed! It’s called life insurance, honey.”

“Grr...” Yang clenched her hands into fists. “DAMN YOU…!”

“Anyway, as I said, there’s no other way outta here! Unless you get your hands dirty with your friend’s blood and the others are none the wiser, of course.”

Scarlet gave Beochi a cold expression. “And how exactly do you expect us to kill each other? Because last I checked, you've apparently confiscated our weapons.”

“Huh?” Ruby said, immediately running her hands over the belt where she usually kept Crescent Rose to check the validity of Scarlet’s statement.

Crescent Rose wasn’t there.

And when she looked over at Jaune, Crocea Mors wasn’t sheathed on his belt either.

Scarlet was right.

“It's not gonna be like a gladiatorial arena!” Beochi objected in mock horror. “That’s just barbaric!”

“Coming from the guy literally telling us to kill each other.” Mercury replied with a raised eyebrow.

“Zip it. And to answer YOUR question, Edgelord, I want to keep this as professional as possible!”

Scarlet looked at him in bewilderment. “...‘Edgelord’...?”

“THAT’S the part you’re focusing on!?” Neptune turned over to Beochi. “And how exactly will us killing each other be professional?”

“Well, I was trying to explain it...” Beochi flashed a glare at Yang. “WHEN BARBIE DECIDED TO TAKE A STEP TOO FAR OUT OF HER BOX.”

Yang gave him a burning glare back.

“Well Yang’s not gonna grab you now.” Jaune said. “So tell us. How will you make mass murder professional?”

“Glad you asked, Blondie! At least SOMEONE in this school has manners!” He glared at Yang again. “Well, you’re gonna take part in what’s called a killing game!”

“Killing...Game…?” Ruby repeated, still not believing what was happening.

“Jeez, does everyone here have a hearing problem? Yeah, a killing game. Allow me to explain the rules.” Beochi mimed putting on a pair of glasses and flipping open a book.

“As the regulations on your scrolls stated, you aren’t allowed to leave the school. There’s enough resources for you to survive and your dormitories are open, so I don’t see a reason for you to leave. However, as I mentioned before, there is something you can do that gives you a one way ticket to the outside: getting away with the murder of someone else. BUT...” He raised a finger. “There’s a catch.”

“Every contract has a catch...” Coco said with a glare. “What’s the catch?”

“Well said, Rich Kid!” Beochi mimed flipping through the pages again. “The catch will be decrypted in three...Two...One...Now.”

Ruby’s scroll vibrated again, so she checked the regulations again.

Rule 6 had been decrypted this time.

“After a student's death, the other students shall participate in a class trial to find the killer. Participation in class trials is mandatory for all surviving students.”

“‘Class trial’?” Blake read out loud.

“Yup!” Beochi replied with a nod. “Y’see, this is where the “getting away with murder” part comes in. If one of you idiots mans up and decides to murder someone, I will hold something called a class trial. Everyone will have to argue to find out who did the dirty deed and disrupted the peace.” He mimed taking the glasses off and snapping the book shut. “Killing someone is all well and good, but you gotta get away with it if you wanna leave.”

“So if someone kills someone-” Sage started.

“I think you mean ‘when someone kills someone’.”

“No.” He continued. “If someone kills someone, you expect us to solve the murder?”

“I doubt it’ll be very hard for you, Timelord.”

“...Do you just have nicknames on tap or something?”

“Prrrobably.”

“Wait...” Weiss said, raising her hand as if asking a teacher a question.

“What’s up, Ice Queen?”

She slowly put her hand down. “Well, if the murderer gets away with their crime, they are allowed to leave, right?”

“Yeah, I just explained that-”

“What happens if they don’t?”

The room went silent again.

“I mean,” Weiss went on. “What happens if we find them out?”

“Oh…!” Beochi smiled nastily again. “I’ll explain that when the time comes.”

“‘When the time comes’-?” Ruby started, before shouting at Beochi. “Stop saying ‘when’! We aren’t gonna kill each other! We just can’t!”

“You say that now, little Red,” He gave her a nasty smirk. “But I don’t be surprised when someone changes their tune.”

“But we aren’t going to kill each other!” Tears were starting to form in her silver eyes. “We’re gonna find another way out of here!”

Beochi stared at her for a few seconds, before bursting into uproarious laughter.

“AHAHAHA! I LOVE YOUR DRIVE, LITTLE RED! But like it or not, someone here is gonna betray you!”

Ruby’s eyes widened. She looked around desperately, as if begging for help.

It was then that she noticed that everyone was staring at her.

“I...” She started. “...I-”

“Well then!” Beochi snapped. “Consider the opening ceremony over! Feel free to wander around the academy, but...” He smirked. “There’s no hope in trying to find another way to escape.”

Ruby was taking in struggled gasps of air.

“I...GH-!” She immediately turned tail and used her semblance to bust through the amphitheatre doors.

“Ruby, wait-!” She heard Yang say as she flew off.

Ruby sped through the halls and up some of the floors, before stopping at her dorm, where a scanner with a white image of a scroll on it and a doorbell hung next to the doorframe.

She scanned her scroll on the scanner, which flashed with a green light, causing the door to unlock.

Ruby slowly opened the door.

The medium sized room was painted a beige colour. It had a desk next to the window with a matching chair and a small typewriter, some paper and a scroll charger on top of it, a table with two small chairs and a bed with a red and white cover and a pristine white pillow.

Ruby was still shaken by the so-called opening ceremony and didn’t know what to do.

So she fell face forward onto the bed, hugging the pillow around her face.

This...This can’t be real…

Chapter 0: Prologue – completed! Students remaining: 19

• Team RWBY ◦ Ruby Rose ◦ Weiss Schnee ◦ Blake Belladonna ◦ Yang Xiao Long • Team JNPR ◦ Jaune Arc ◦ Nora Valkyrie ◦ Pyrrha Nikos ◦ Lie Ren • Team SSSN ◦ Sun Wukong ◦ Scarlet David ◦ Sage Ayana ◦ Neptune Vasilias • Team CFVY ◦ Coco Adel ◦ Fox Alistair ◦ Velvet Scarlatina ◦ Yatsuhashi Daichi • Mercury Black • Emerald Sustrai • Penny Polendina

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Valentia Week Day 1 - It's Snowing Outside, Guys!

(Originally posted here)

For @valentiaweek, 2018

Prompt: Rustic/Decadence

Rating: G/K

Warnings: None

Characters: Alm, Tobin, Gray, Kliff, Faye. Mycen appears for a few sentences.

Relationships: None

Summary: In which the five children frolick around in snow.

-S-

The air felt... Different, somehow, when Alm woke up. In fact, the light looked different today, as it streamed in through the small crack in his curtains with little light grey streaks instead of the buttery-yellow hue he was used to seeing in the summer, spring, and fall.

Everything was cold. The boy shivered, curling up in his covers as the chill wafted through a drafty part of his room. He was tempted to drift back to sleep, but the clattering of pots and pans (no doubt his grandfather) and chattering of young voices coaxed him out of his coocoon of blankets and pillows.

Dragging a sheet off his mattress and lazily draping it over his shoulders, his bare feet padded out into the hall. "Grandfather, what-"

Two figures collided into Alm, nearly bowling him over in their excitement.

"Alm!" Gray gasped, pulling his one arm to the door. "It-it- look outside!!"

Tobin, on the other hand, was pulling Alm to the opposite side of the house to a window. "It snowed! And it looks beautiful outside! Look, look, look!"

Alm did look, and it was absolutely stunning. Undisturbed snow laid like a gentle blanket over the usually-green grass. Though the colors in the landscape seemed to leech out of the world into greys and whites, the contrast between the bare trees was breathtaking. The sky was an endless crisp blue that made him feel so... Small compared to the world.

"Woah," He breaths, his green eyes wide with wonder.

"We never get this much snow," Kliff admits. "It's usually a dusting most seasons. I'm not sure what to do with all of it."

Gray threw open the door, causing Faye to squeak in protest.

"Gray! It's cold out!" She complained, trying to not step in the snow that tumbled inside the house. "If Sir Mycen sees-"

"Sir Mycen sees what?" The older warrior raised an eyebrow at the five mischief makers, crossing his arms and stroking his mustache in a very serious manner. "I can very well hear you, Miss Faye."

"We, uh... Accidentally let some snow in?" Gray sheepishly admits, pushing the snow back with his booted foot. "We'll clean it though!"

Mycen nodded. "Mhm. Make sure you do after breakfast."

The five children sit at the table, stuffing down some pancakes.

"Cwn we giof outfide to pay?" Tobin asked around a mouthful of food, spewing out some bits of chewed up pancakes across the table (Kliff sticks his tongue out in a grossed out fashion and flicks the bits at Gray, who wipes his hand on his trousers with an 'ew').

"Swallow," Mycen says before answering his question. "And yes, you may, but only after you clean up your mess."

They all nod and clean up in record time. Mycen chuckles. The wonders of rewarding playtime after chores.

Alm grabbed his cloak and boots after throwing in some old clothes and stockings. "Let's go!

The snow was cold. Very cold. Like ice. But it felt nice against his bruises that he got the other day during training.

Gray flopped into the snow, waving his arms and legs through it and standing up. "Look guys! It's a snow person!"

"I can make a better one!" Tobin challenged, flopping down (face-first this time), too. "It's a perfect snow person!"

Faye and Alm were rolling a ball of snow into a larger ball, then putting another smaller one on top of this one.

"I wanna call him... Snowy!" Faye grins.

"Doesn't he need eyes?" Alm tilts his head. "Oh!"

He runs into the stables, grabbing a carrot and two stones. "There!"

Tobin and Gray, bored with making snow people, look over.

"He's kinda short," Tobin observes.

"He's cute!" Faye retorts.

"Short," Gray agrees.

"Cute!"

"Short!"

"Cute!"

Someone stuffed snow down Tobin's collar, making him shriek and squirm in protest, trying to get the cold stuff out.

Kliff giggles, holding another handful of snow and flinging it at Gray before running away.

"You're not getting away with that!" Gray shouts, stooping to pick up some snow to throw at Kliff. He misses, only hitting Alm, who likewise retaliated. Tobin had two handfuls and was too busy chucking the snow around to notice that Faye snuck up behind him to dump a while bunch of snow in his, now wet, hair.

"I'm gonna get you!" He growls, though a wide smile stretches across his face. "You better run!"

The small group of children stayed outside and frolicked in the snow for a better part of the day, ignoring Mycen's protests to come inside, lest they catch a cold. Like the children they were, they refused to go inside, but that was no matter.

Life was good.

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Also a late birthday and Christmas gift for @kaiterai ! Go read her stuff do it do it do it do it-

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