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sleekervae · 3 years

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The Neighbour [0.1]

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Everything had played out like the rising action in a horror movie. And before the whole world's eyes, life on Earth had slowed to a snail-like crawl. Covid 19 was ravaging through cities and countries faster than a salmonella outbreak at a restaurant even Gordon Ramsay couldn't attempt to save. It was terrifying to watch, and even more terrifying to see work and interaction dry up so quickly. Especially for those who relied on social interaction to stay sane.

Luckily for Remington, he happened to be stuck with his brother when quarantine measures went into full effect.

It was no big deal living with Emerson, if anything, it was relatively more calm with two out of the three of them sharing a space. Sebastian and Larissa were staying well and safe in their own house, popping by now and again at the gate to check in on his little brothers. No doubt, it sucked. The album was pushed back, the tour called off, the only thing keeping the hype for 'The Bastards' release was social media.

At least Remington had comfort in the fact that he wouldn't have to endure this quarantine alone. Living in his own house all by himself, he'd probably drive himself up the wall and find himself hanging off the rafters (literally).

Tuesday morning was bright and warm, as they tended to be in LA. Emerson was sat comfortably at the kitchen table, drinking his usual cup of tea and reading the depressing headlines coming out of the news. Pepper was curled up at his feet, snoring softly and her little marshmallow body rising steadily. The neighbourhood was quiet, it always was, but it was especially tranquil these spring days in April. He simpered sardonically when he read the latest quote from the president, promising that the pandemic would pass come July.

His attention was gripped suddenly when he heard the low squeal of car tires. The youngest brother glanced outside the window, his dark eyes falling over the little blue Waivecar that had pulled up at the opposing apartment complex. Those cars had been coming back and forth for the last four days, with the same girl coming and going. And at night, the apartment facing the house would keep the lights on until two or three in the morning, but she wasn't partying. The most noise this girl made was the hum of her radio drifting out of an open window.

Clearly, whoever she was, she was still in the weeds of moving. Perhaps when she was settled, Emerson would go by and introduce himself, make her feel welcome. Considering how warm the climate was, this particular neighbourhood had a tendency to be quiet cold and private towards neighbours. No doubt many of them weren't a fan of the band and their at home antics.

Emerson was startled when his brother came bounding in, dressed in the same moppy grey sweats he had been practically living in for weeks. Thank goodness he wasn't wearing his heelys this time around; the other day he had crashed into the couch and flipped over onto the cushions, nearly smashing his head on the coffee table.

"The guys will be by in about half an hour," he said. Emerson narrowed his eyes at his older brother.

"He says as we're under strict orders from the state health officials to not see anybody," he murmured.

Remington pouted, running a hand through his evidently growing blonde hair. He pulled up a seat next to his brother, "Hey, you were the one who said it's getting too quiet around here. And besides, it's not like we're coming from opposite counties. Seb lives like four blocks down from us,"

"I'm just getting a little nervous, is all," Emerson shrugged, showing him the article on his tablet, "The numbers are still going up,"

"And they'll keep going up until they find a cure. And while they're doing that, we're going to be in the backyard playing soccer and eating pizza," Remington smiled.

"Who said we're having pizza?"

"I did. I just decided,"

"Maybe I want Mexican? Did you think about that?"

Across the street in the fresh red brick and black-trimmed apartment, three floors up from the ground and in direct line of the sun sat Eva. The twenty-four-year-old literary bachelor sat comfortably at her newly furnished desk, typing away at her laptop that was due for a battery change -- Eva just hadn't found the time to physically take it into the store. On her right she had a lukewarm cup of coffee, on the left her speaker which was softly blasting Tove Lo's new album. All the while, her bony fingers flew over the keyboard, her big stormy blue eyes skimming the words that sprinted across her document.

Eva got by as a writer, not a novelist or a poet, but as a ghost writer. She was hired to write materials for would-be authors and journalists, all of whom either didn't have the drive or commitment to write to the extent Eva did. Surprisingly, she made some pretty good money just off that. And while that work tended to be dry and bleak, Eva had spent her free time writing various fanfictions -- mostly for Hannibal and Criminal Minds. She happened to be quite prolific on Tumblr because of her literary fantasies.

And while her work was often isolating, Eva didn't live alone by any means. She had her pale tabby, Pluto, to keep her company. He was snoozing on the couch, despite how often Eva had trained him not to do that when he was a kitten.

She had just returned from an early morning run from the grocery store -- having learned the hard way that despite the pandemic, people will continue to flock to the stores in droves and it's almost impossible to social distance within them. As if moving out of her old apartment wasn't hard enough, now she had to deal with hastily late movers, jumbled lease agreements, and a pandemic.

In the throws of bittersweet silence, Eva's concentration was broke when a shrill alarm had her nearly jumping out of her seat. It was only her phone, the screen lighting up with a 'Blocked' ID. Eva smiled wickedly and declined the call.

The young writer pushed her rolley chair away from the desk and did a stretch, her head turning towards the house across the street. She figured a couple of frat boys shared the place, they had a few of their friends over from time to time but they were relatively quiet. The most she would hear out of them is some smack talk coming from the backyard.

Pluto's head popped up from the couch, then he leapt onto the floor and trotted over to the window sill, hopping up to spy on the unfamiliar car that was pulling up to the house. Eva could hardly care less. There was a statewide order to see only a small group of people as little as possible, and as long as the neighbours wouldn't bother her, she wouldn't bother them.

It was a shame, as if having to meet new people wasn't difficult enough for her...

A few hours passed and soon the silence in the Los Angeles neighbourhood was broken by the grunts and thwacks of a backyard game of pool basketball. The boys and a few of their friends were all the more engaged in their game while their girls sat aside on deck chairs under the beating sun. Under the shade of the pergola, their friend Andrew was grilling some sausages -- beef and tofu -- on the barbecue.

Remington was taking the piss out of Sebastian for being all over his girl, but who the hell could blame the kid? There was a new rush of life in the guitarist's face whenever the topic of Larissa came up. The same could be said for Emerson and Shy. Remington wouldn't dare admit he was a little jealous of his brothers' happiness, so he'd settle for loving his brothers but torturing them at every opportunity.

Breaking out from the cold water, Emerson gripped tightly to the rubber red ball in his hand. Just as Sebastian came to take a running dive into the pool, he reared the ball back and hucked it at his older brother, nailing him square in the chest. Instead of a graceful dive, Sebastian flailed sideways and crashed into the water. The ball ricocheted onto the deck and bounced away towards the front yard.

"Oh my God!"

"Emerson!" Shy scolded, a little horrified and yet not surprised at her boyfriend's actions. Sebastian broke out of the water and shook his hair out of his eyes. It was more his pride and the laughter of his friends that hurt than the fading sting of rubber against skin.

Emerson meanwhile just giggled happily as he high-fived Remington.

"You guys fucking suck!" Sebastian glowered at the younger boys.

At the same time, Eva had given up on work for the day. As random as it was, she decided she'd try to make bread: the apparent trend that was surging during this quarantine. She bought all the things she would need this morning.

Stepped a few feet into the kitchen, she pushed open the window a brisk breeze flooding in and freshening up the air. Her attention was skewed to the house across the street, hearing some mild echoes of conversation and the thrum of a radio in the air.

She went to gather her ingredients and tools, however, as she turned to fetch an apron she realized something was missing: the patter of feet behind her. Pluto was usually Eva's shadow whenever he was in the kitchen, always the opportunistic cat he was. However, he wasn't on the couch. He wasn't in his bed. He wasn't snooping around in her closet or hiding under the desk.

"Where'd the ball go?" Daniel called, clinging to the ledge of the pool.

"I'll get it" Remington swam to the ladder and pulled himself out of the water. He shook out his sopping blonde hair, unintentionally shaking his ass in his colorful swim trunks. Their friend, Michael, whistled from the pool. Remington only smirked on him.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, hunny," he sassed, waving his hand and ducked off to fetch the ball.

Puzzled, Eva grabbed Pluto's favorite bag of cat treats and shook it, the sound was always able to bring him out -- when he was within ten feet of the treats. The fact that he didn't appear told Eva that he must've gone out the window once again to wreak havoc.

With an irritated huff, she switched out her house slippers for her sandals and hightailed it out with the bag of treats.

The red rubber pool ball had rolled across the grass and lodged itself into a bush at the fence. Remington was awash in frigid goosebumps, not even the California heat could will away the pool's chill quick enough. Nevertheless, he crawled down and retrieved the ball from the brambles, swatting off what little dirt he could. However, his fixation swerved to the complex across the street when he heard a heavy slam.

"Pluto!" a young girl came charging out of the apartment complex, dressed in a slightly wrinkled white t-shirt and her jaw-length hair swivelled smoothly around her face as she frantically looked up and down the street, "Pluto!" she was shaking a little yellow bag.

Remington looked up and down the quiet street, almost expecting to see Pluto the Dog standing at the corner like Cartoon Cat. He glanced down quizzically at the ball, then back at the young woman.

Eva rubbed the stress lines on her forehead out of pure frustration. This wasn't the first time Pluto ran off, he always came back. However, the damn cat would always find ways to stir up trouble; rowling up dogs, plucking fish from little ponds, scratching at hanging laundry.

"Pluto!!" she shook the bag of treats.

"Hey!" Remington called, waving his hand to the stranger, "You alright?"

Eva glanced at the owner of that soft, yet scratchy voice. She hadn't even noticed the bleach blonde kid standing in the glint of the sun. Eva crossed the street and stood a few feet from the gate, keeping more than two meters distance.

"I'm sorry. Have you happen to see a cat running around? He's a pale tabby, couple black stripes, likes to chew shoes," she shrugged.

Remington only shook his head, "Sorry. I'm afraid not," he smiled sheepishly, "Did -- did you say he was a cat?"

"Yeah,"

"And you named your cat 'Pluto'? Like -- the dog?"

Eva smirked, but shook her head, unable to help but glance at the tattoos that crossed over this boy's torso, "He's named after The Black Cat," she said, "You ever read Edgar Allan Poe?"

Remington smiled sheepishly, "Oh right, right! I haven't read that in a while, actually. He named the cat after the Roman God for death,"

Eva smiled pleasantly, not having pegged this boy to know so much about EAP, "That's right. I wanted a black cat to fit with the theme but the damn tabby stole my heart,"

"He knew what he was doing, obviously," Remington grinned, "I'll keep an eye for him though, if I happen to --" he was cut short however when he heard Pepper start yapping from the backyard. The yapping was followed by the clanging of metal and a screeching yrowl.

"What the fuck?" Andrew suddenly shouted, “Where’d this cat come from!?”

Panic flooded over Eva's face and Remington didn't think twice to open the gate and let her in. Social distancing aside, they two of them rushed into the backyard to find a tray of sausages had crashed onto the floor, the meat had rolled everywhere. Shy clung to Pepper as the little pomeranien yapped and growled incessantly at the scruffy tabby on the patio table, back arched and hissing at the dog while he guarded his captured sausage.

Eva was understandably horrified.

"What the hell happened here?" Remington asked, just as in shock over the mess.

"Cat came out of nowhere and dive bombed our lunch!" Daniel replied, having just crawled out of the pool.

"Pluto!" Eva ran to the table and scooped up the snarling cat, Pepper was still yapping away, "What is the matter with you?" she scolded at Pluto before turning to Remington and Andrew, who still wielded the metal tongs in his hand, "I am so frickin' sorry!"

"No, no, it's okay," Andrew shook his head, glancing at the lost sausages longingly, "I was kind of craving sushi, anyways,"

"It's no big deal, honestly," Remington assured her, "Five second rule applies, I'm sure,"

"It's been about thirty-seven seconds," Sebastian spoke flatly.

"Since when were you counting?"

Larissa was the only one who didn't seem annoyed or surprised at the feline intruder. She smiled warmly at the young girl, "Is this your cat?"

"Unfortunately," Eva grinned sheepishly, "I should know better. He's in a new area and he tends to get into trouble. Also, if anyone happens to lose a shoe, he did it, and I'm apologizing in advance," she pointed a finger at the now calmed tabby.

Shy smiled, "Well, Pepper's no better. She tends to think she's a way bigger dog," she held up and coddled the fluffy pomeranian. Eva smiled awkwardly, only now noting that she forgot to grab a face mask. And here she was: in a backyard full of strangers in a pandemic.

"Wait, I recognize you," Emerson said, "You just moved across the street, right?"

"Yeah, that's me. Eva," she nodded, "Great first impression, right?"

"You couldn't do any worse than Curcio over here," Sebastian grinned, "Remember the split pants?"

"You're going to hang that over my head for the rest of my life, aren't you?" Daniel glowered.

"Maybe," Emerson turned back to Eva, "I'm Emerson, that's Sebastian, Daniel, Larissa, Michael, Shy, Andrew... and you've already met Remington, I see,"

"The best looking one," Remington grinned.

Eva nodded, "Well, it was very nice meeting you all, I should get going, though. And again, I'm so sorry about the cat,"

Remington shrugged, "It's just sausages. We can get more," he assured her, "Here, I'll walk you out,"

"Thanks," Eva smiled, keeping Pluto close to her chest as she passed Shy and Pepper. Pepper gave one last fleeting bark as the cat passed by. Pluto simply licked his lips.

Michael couldn't help but lean over as he caught one last glance at the new neighbour, then turning to Emerson, "How come you get the pretty neighbour?"

The drummer shrugged, reaching over to grab the rubber ball that Remington dropped at the end of the pool, "Dumb luck?"

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biznichwrites · 4 years

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Complete and Udder Smut:

Pairing: Cow Giyuu Tomioka x Female Human Reader

Content: Smut

Warnings/Kinks: Cow Giyuu lactating, affection kink, praise kink, breeding kink (of course), female reader, dry humping, oral (to male and female)/blow job/cunnilingus, vaginal sex

Word count: 9.9k

I wanted to name this “Got Milk?” but it seemed too cliché. 😂

This is meant to be a one shot but was too long for Tumblr’s post length so it’s been broken up into three parts. I’ve had some people tell me they don’t want to go to AO3/off Tumblr to read it, so here it is.

This has been edited to contain all parts

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Giyuu was more than just some cow. He was your sweet, timid boy that had grown into a handsome man over the years you grew up together. Piercing blue eyes, thick black hair, lean and muscular - with the cutest ears, horns that peeked through the dark mane of his hair, and a tail that seemed to give away emotions his face tried to hide.

There was no regret and taking him with you when you left home. The farm was nice and all, but you wanted a different pace of life and more opportunities for your future. For Giyuu as well. He deserved more than to wither away like normal livestock, wasting his days away doing nothing but staring at the walls of a barn with a milk pump sucking at his chest. He deserved to be his own person, to enjoy life and see the world.

Despite the move away being months ago, he was still producing milk. He hated it, wearing a deep frown with a huff as his chest soaked another shirt. Above the inconvenience was the pain. He wasn’t one to complain, so when he would wince at the pressure you knew he was hurting. He would often disappear to deal with it himself, hands coming to his chest to pinch his nipples just right to urge the milk out rather than a pump, not wanting to see another of those in his life. Not that anyone would blame him.

Other days he would sit around shirtless, towel in his lap to catch what leaked from his nipples. It was a hell of a sight, really. For all of his muscles, it just looked as if he had very large pecs rather than enlargement from lactation. Didn’t stop him from looking handsome, especially as his milk dripped from his chest down his abs, having just the lightest touch of hair to create an alluring trail downward.

Today was one of those days, he sat on the couch bare chested, frowning at whatever was on the TV. His hand subconsciously went to his chest, hoping as if holding it would reduce the pain of pressure. His ears twitched and tail flicked in annoyance as you entered the living room, yawning with a stretch. He was a bit jealous of your ability to sleep without a timer strapped to your chest, so to speak. But you also looked so cute snoozing away, so he let it be.

“You’re up early, Giyuu.” Sitting next to him, you lay your head on his shoulder. He was always so comfortable, perfect to cuddle against. Lazily you moved your head, nuzzling into his shoulder.

“Not by choice.” His voice was laced with a groan. Poor thing. Your legs shifted under you, allowing you to raise yourself in order to wrap yourself around him, your nose pressed into his temple. Your hand raised to his ear, rubbing it gently, paying special attention to the spot pierced for his tag, as the other held on to him.

“My poor baby boy.” His face tinged red, as if you hadn’t called him cute pet names since the day your parents bought him. Still it was nice to be doted on and he leaned his head into your touch. Your other hand joined the petting one atop his head, petting the fine hair along the velvety ears. With a kiss between his horns you came down to sit at a normal level, still cupping his cheeks.

“What can I do to help?” He didn’t like when you asked that, you’d been taking care of him for so long. He wanted to be independent, able to care for himself and you for a change. Still, your offer always held true, you’d do anything to help him.

“Make it stop hurting.” It wasn’t certain if the request was redundant or not, especially how he spoke, but you’d told him you’d take care of him forever since you both were children, and you meant it.

“Okay, Giyuu.” It was clear he needed help, it was no longer a want. Watching him live miserably day-to-day because of what happened on the farm wasn’t fair. “I told you I’d take care of you forever, no matter what.”

With such words of devotion your body shifted across the couch, almost as if laying down on his lap but one arm propping yourself up. After placing a kiss to the center of his chest you moved to one nipple, licking over it gently before taking it into your mouth.

“Wait, I didn’t-” The sucking shut him up. Your latch wasn’t the best at first, but it just felt nice to have your warm lips gracing his chest. The lack of milk had you adjusting, opening your mouth to take the whole of his areola against your tongue rather than just the nipple.

The milk that graced your mouth was sweet, the taste reminding you of his scent. Was his scent that of his milk or did they happen to just be the same? You found you really didn’t care, not when his head lulled back and his hand came to hold the back of your head, the other holding you close. Gulping down the milk was strange, the temperature being so similar to your own, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It reminded you of vanilla milk, which matched how sweet the man was under his cold exterior. The suckling seemed to trigger a let down on his other side though, and you shifted off the nipple in your mouth to lick the trail of milk on the other side from his hip up. However your head was caught between two strong hands, tilting you to look up at his face.

“What are you doing?” Wasn’t that obvious? Why would he ask that?

“I’m taking care of you. I told you I would.” You didn’t know why he wouldn’t accept that, but that was his issue to work out. Right now all you could focus on was making his pain diminish. Dipping your head down, breaking his hold, your lips attached to the nipple that had not been attended to properly.

He looked down at you, catching your gaze as you suckled on him. With a sigh he adjusted his arms, holding you and supporting your weight, both of you more comfortable as you nursed on him. His fingers pushed your hair from your face, his heart warming as he felt your gentle sucks. You were being so soft, so heartwarming in your handling of him. He felt something within his chest swell.

“I love you.” He didn’t mean to say it, it had just slipped out. While you had told him you loved him over and over in a seemingly endless chorus of affection for years, he reserved himself from doing the same, waiting for the time to be right - just to let it go by accident at the most embarrassing time. Still he couldn’t help but not mind as your latch broke as you smiled, gulping your mouthful of milk before sitting up to beam a happy smile to him. The way your cheeks swelled with your smile caused a flutter in his chest.

“I love you, too, Giyuu.” Your arms wrapped around his waist, holding yourself to him as he cradled you to his chest. “I’d do anything for you. I’m sorry you have to deal with this.”

“You make it better.” He felt your hold temporarily squeeze around him, expressing your joy as your head tucked against his neck. For someone he cared for so much to be the first person to press their lips to his chest and nurse from him made his heart swell. Just as you would do anything for him, he felt the same for you. He wanted all of him to be for you, only you, and to have this be something only the two of you shared made him happy to deal with it all.

“ Giyuu?” A simple hum was your answer. It didn’t deter you, he had always been on the quiet side. “What does it feel like? Like making milk? I guess I just thought it would be like a woman with a baby, but I don’t think it’s the same.”

‘I could put a baby in you if you want to find out.’ He blinked at the thought. While he thought of having sex with you, he never thought of putting a baby inside you before, at least directly. He prayed you never found out about either, he never thought you’d consider him someone as worthy as that. After all, he used to be a milk machine in your parents barn just months ago. He wanted to love you, the way he saw human couples love each other, but he had his fears deep inside.

“It's… tender. A lot of pressure, but to the point it hurts and aches. It’s nice when it’s gone, but it always comes back.” He felt you nodding against his neck, indicating you were listening. You seemed to always be concerned about him, he couldn’t help but feel special.

“What about when it comes out?”

“The pumps hurt, but less than it would to not use them. It pulls blood to the nipple and makes it sensitive and the tugging of the pressure to pull out the milk starts to hurt, too.” That’s what you had figured, he had been so miserable since he started making milk. Before he had been so sweet and calm, a really adorably sweet boy, but maturity had taken that away as he became achy and tired so often at the farm, the toll of making milk and pumping wearing down on him.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let that happened to you.” You sat up, legs to one side with your bottom on his thigh. Your arms wrapped around his form, holding his head to your chest as your hands soothed him, one trailing up and down his back as the other smoothed over his hair. “I’m supposed to look out for you but I failed you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s better now. That’s what matters.” He was happy that you stole him away when you moved out, going against your parents wishes as you brought the man with you. He knew it wasn’t easy, but he wouldn’t want to ever leave your side. His arms pulled you tight against him, uncaring if he dirtied your shirt. Feeling your warmth was more important, he needed to feel you against him.

“Would it help you if I took care of it when you need? Or does it hurt?” He tucked his head over your shoulder, leaning his cheek into your neck as he thought. Immediately he wanted to say yes, that it felt so much better than using his hands, but he feared it at the same time. He was narrowly able to contain the arousal he felt flowing at the sight of you suckling his chest. How you treated him so gently, as if he was your sole concern, the center of your world. How you catered to him so dearly and gave everything you could for him. Yet the fear of your disgust mounted, afraid that you wouldn’t understand how much your love and affection truly affected him, how it made him throb. But he couldn’t live with himself if he denied the chance to have you dote on him so physically.

“… Yes, I’d like that.” Turning his head, he buried his nose to your neck, inhaling your scent. “You feel the best…”

“Uh… what does it feel like when I do it?” It was embarrassing to ask, but you wanted to know. Did it hurt? Were your teeth too much? Did you suck the wrong way? You had tried to be as gentle as possible, but you had no idea what to do.

“There's… No good way to describe it. It’s warm, you’re so much softer, far better.” His breath hitched as an idea flooded his head. If you swore to be with him forever, if you’d do anything for him, then what would you let him do? “I can show you.”

He pulled back, revealing a face flooded pink that stained down to his collarbone and shoulders. Tentative blue eyes watched as you blinked, taking in his offer before nodding as a blush of your own took hold. His hands moved you atop his lap, straddling him but more along his thighs towards his knees than his hips. The towel that laid in his lap could only hide his erection so much, and he could feel the tension build as your hands reached for the hem of your shirt before tugging the clothing off.

The sight of your breasts took his breath away. They were so… Perfect. Every part of them sat on your frame so well, only accentuated by the cold of the air causing your nipples to harden. For a moment he sat frozen, unconscious of his lower lip caught in his teeth as his hands remained loyal and stayed at your waist, despite the want to grope you. He couldn’t help but lean forward, pressing a light kiss between your breasts as you whispered how sweet he was to yourself.

“Giyuu?” A hum answered you, like so many times before, his eyes taking a moment to leave your breasts before looking to your face. “Can I have a kiss first? Kind of improper to suck my tits first thing before that.”

The man almost melted from the heat rising to his face. How could you say something like that with a straight face? Why did you have to be so cute even with your chest on display? It’s almost as if you have no idea what you do to him, how you seem to be everything he wanted and needed. With a lick to his lips he nodded, hands moving from your waist to your cheeks, cupping your face gently. He never noticed how large his hands were, almost managing to cup your jaw and cheek in one hand, nor how you’ve grown so different over the years. He knew it was a thing, you would grow into a woman and him into a man, but to see the reality was different. You really had grown into a beautiful woman.

His hair grazed against your forehead and cheeks as he grew closer, noses brushing together as his lips pressed to yours. It was chaste, lingering before pulling apart. Memories flooded of the first time he kissed you as children, around 11 years old, swearing to himself you would always be his. To see you smiling with such red cheeks just for him was too much to contain and his lips broke into a smile as well.

The comfort of your arms wrapping around his shoulders was unmatched. He felt like you were both lovers, truly and not just in his dreams. Moments like this were what played through his mind as he stared at the walls of the barn, how he wanted to be anywhere with you - how he needed your love and touch now more than ever. Not that he ever spoke it aloud, he was too awkward and shy for that.

Your hand at the back of his neck urged him forward again, bringing his lips to yours in a kiss that melted you. Neither of you could bear to separate as one kiss formed into another and another, becoming too numerous to count as your never lips parted from his. The lick along his bottom lip brought a hum of appreciation from his chest as his tongue licked over your own, tasting a mixture of you and lingering traces of his milk. One of his hands slipped into your hair, holding your head just right as his kisses lingered away from your lips, trailing to your jaw. The urge to suck hickies on your neck was natural, but he pulled back before his urges got the best of him.

He needed to remember why you were half naked on his lap, it wasn’t to seduce him. You just wanted to know what it felt like to have a latch on your nipple, not for him to fall into lust all over you. But it didn’t seem you minded, not by the whine that echoed behind your kiss swollen lips as you pouted.

“Why did you stop?” Your huff of annoyance brought a smile to his face - you were too cute, even if you were trying to sass him. Were you really that needy already? He couldn’t help but feel proud of himself.

“You said you wanted to know what your mouth felt like, right?” He had to keep you both on track it seemed. Or maybe he shouldn’t have? But he was interested in tasting your skin, let his senses take you in, having you in a way he’s never had before.

You nodded to answer him, scared to use your voice - scared you’ll sound too breathy and needy. The way he gazed over your chest had your back straightening, pushing your chest up to eye level. His hands fell from your head, sweeping down your neck and between your shoulder blades, one coming to circle your ribs as the other held the small of your back. A warm grasp cupped your breast, the action causing your skin to goosebumps as his breath fanned over your bud as his breaths grew deeper.

“Watch me.” It wasn’t often he made a command, but when the time came he really meant it. He wanted your eyes trained to him, taking in how he touched you. You obeyed, looking down at the man as his lips grazed over the bud of your nipple, making sure it was as stiff as possible, giving it a soft kiss. Blue eyes looked into your own as his mouth opened, taking the whole of your areola between his lips. It felt so warm, so different from the normal type of nipple sucking for pleasure, even as his tongue pressed the bud to the top of his mouth. The suction of his lips was a gentle tugging, pulling on your breast in a way you hadn’t felt before.

Your hands ran through his hair, stroking over his ears gently as you hummed your contentment. The feeling was so nice, it was intimate to see him so focused on your chest. For a moment you wondered how his lips would feel between your legs, making them quiver in anticipation. You thought he would have stopped after a moment, but he continued, eyes closed and lost in a world of his own.

He wished you could make milk like him, he would give anything to taste you more. Your skin was nice, he found your nipple delicious - but he wanted more. He wanted you to feel the pull and connection he did, knowing his milk was in your stomach, a part of him was with you. Somewhere in his mind he knew human women wouldn’t produce unless they were pregnant, but he could dream. Soft suckling took over his thoughts as he imagined you with a baby, in his dreams it would be his, your chest swollen leaving you in need of help he knew just how to give you.

“Giyuu..” The was you spoke his name, so airy and light, broke him from his thoughts. His eyes focused on your face, taking on your expression as his mouth broke the latch.

“What is it?” He had to wonder why you stopped him, especially when your pink cheeks indicated how much you enjoyed it. However he couldn’t seem to mind the moment you cupped your other breast, the unattended nipple hard and calling for him. The fact you were giving yourself to him, displaying your need, brought him so much pride. You wanted him, needed him.

If he were to be honest with himself he knew he was too eager as he wrapped his lips around your presented breast. He was well aware his sucking on this nipple was with more enthusiasm that the first, even as he curved this excitement. The battle was lost the moment he heard your soft moan, the sound enough to drive him wild when he heard it through a wall or door, and hearing it unhindered didn’t make things easier. His eyes peered up to your face, all while his lips never broke the seal on your breast. A quiet, almost silent, groan echoed through him. The noise was more felt than heard, the vibrations from his throat gracing your nipple as your fingers buried themselves in his hair and tugged.

He didn’t understand why you wanted to pull him away, but he obliged, watching the rise and fall of your chest as you catch your breath. Your face was flushed, hair in disarray, nipples soaked from his mouth, eyes lidded and your heart rate all over the place as you gulped down air. Was this what you looked like after you touched yourself? He liked it, he needed more - more of the feeling of your skin against his, more of your love and affection. The awkward tension that always held him back was breaking down by the moment, the need for more strong but the fear of scaring you away stronger.

You were more than frustrated, horny beyond belief as you held yourself back. So badly did you want more of him, but he seemed so uncertain. With a huffing whimper you tugged his hair again, almost mad he stopped before getting to the best part every time. You wanted him to give in, lose himself to the feeling and act without thinking for just once. But you knew he was too submissive, always being the one to do as you asked - because he wanted to feel like he had done something right, like he had pleased you. Maybe that was the way to get what you wanted.

"Giyuu…!" Your desperate whine of his name couldn't have been more clear, and you knew he got the point when he inhaled sharply at the sound. His strong hands held your waist, blue eyes peering up into your own, silently asking what you needed - what he should do for you. Leaning your body against his, your head rested against his shoulder, not minding how the leaking mess from his chest wet your breasts. If anything you had always wondered what it would have felt like and just knowing it was him left your body shuddering. "Please, I can't take you stopping anymore. I just need you. Take care of me."

It seemed as if that's all you needed to say - it was like a switch went off. Blunt nails scratched along the small of your back as he took in your words. The gasp you let out at the feeling sealed your fate. His hands pulled away the cloth along his lap, the milk soaked towel only on the way now, and pulled your hips to his own. The snug press together, separated by only the thin cotton of underwear you each wore left little to the imagination. There was no way to deny how hard he was, how dangerously aroused you made him.

It was almost unconscious how your hips shifted in his hold, rolling against his stiff length to have some friction against your throbbing clit. Your arms held on to him, slipping under his own as a quiet moan fell from your lips. Never in your life had dry humping seemed so sexy, but with him and that lean body beneath your touch anything felt charged. Even as his nipples leaked, wetting your chests and stomachs, you didn't mind. It was him, his milk on your body and his hardness you grinded on, the same thing that caused the soaking of your panties.

A strong arm crossed your body from the back, his forearm resting along the hip and hand groping your ass as the other hand dove into the hair along the nape of your neck behind your ear. His thumb massaged the skin before pressing below your jaw, urging your head to tilt back. He felt your thighs tightening around his own, the way your back arched as your head lulled to the side leaving yourself vulnerable and submissive to him for the first time. The urge to taste your neck returned, stronger than ever, and he didn't deny himself the opportunity.

With a groan his lips sealed below your ear, eagerly taking your skin for his own - licking, sucking, biting, kissing - as he followed your pulse to your collarbone. Your body felt so warm, especially against his, so wrapped in tension that you could only hump against him, seeking pleasure only he could offer you. Kisses trailed over the curve of your neck, too slow yet too fast at the same time. His groan entered your ear, his lips against the shell of it, as his hips bucked up into your own.

"So good, keep going." The words came out as a growl, not that he even regretted it in the slightest. He never thought he would actually get to feel your like this - feel the press of your body to his as you shifted on his hold for pleasure, feel the way your thighs quivered, feel the puffs of your breath that you struggled to maintain, feel how desperately your hands and arms clung to him, feel the peaked tips of your nipples along his skin, and most of all - feel your juices along his cock. You must have been dripping wet, he just knew it, to soak through your underwear and his own. It was proof that you wanted him, to such an extent as to flood yourself at an unconscious level. Just the thought sent a shiver down his spine and a pulsing along his length.

"Giyuu…!" Your head was thrown back, being cradled by his hand as your hips found just the right place to rub, the right friction to push you over the edge. He could feel it, especially as the wet fabric left little between you but the texture clinging to your skin, as your clit rubbed against the head of his hardness. The way your lower half trembled in his hold told him how much you liked this, how close you were. "I-I'm…" Your own moaning breath interrupted you. "Can I…?"

"That's it, you're doing so good for me." A kiss pressed over your ear, soft breaths laced with lust puffed over the skin as he nipped the lobe of your ear between his teeth before pulling back to watch your face. Your expression was addicting, he needed to see more, it was like none of you was ever enough for him. "Cum for me." He felt like it was a spell, how easily you let go. With just a few more ruts of your hips he heard the most beautiful sound of his life. The breathy, needy moan, laced full of pleasure right at the cusp of your climax mixed with the way your body shook in his hold was almost too much to bear. He took it all in - how your jaw went lax and your eyes rolled, the way your hips rolled against his with such passion and fervor before slowing to a stop, how your body went almost limp in his arms as you gasped for breath.

He was horny, needy beyond compare - in a way he had never felt before - but you asked him to take care of you and he refused to let you down. Gently he shifted his grasp on you, bringing your lax form against his and letting you rest against him. If anything the closeness made his arousal jump more, especially as you cuddled against him.

"Giyuu…" It was like his name was all you knew, and he didn't mind it a bit, even if your throat sounded dry from the way your mouth hung open to moan freely. His lips pressed to your temple, trailing sweet kisses down to your neck, tracing the marks he left earlier. What he didn't expect was you to move from his lips, just for you to press lazy, open mouth kisses licking over his neck in return. He gave you room, tilting his head as you needed.

The light rocking of your hips wasn't lost on him, and he was glad to see you were still in the mood considering he hadn't found relief yet. Yet he melted on the spot, both nervous and giddy in excitement as your body shifted down. Your lips graced over his collar bone, sucking the skin and nibbling it lightly to assure that you're mark was left. He was yours, always had been and always will be. The only difference is that you were his now as well, and he needed to have proof.

Kisses covered his chest, scattered lovingly with tender, delicate licks over his nipples. Still, you didn't dwell at his chest for too long, not when his hardness was pressing into your stomach and demanding attention. Moving down, your tongue lapped at his abs, kisses pressed along the landscape of his stomach. Your lips pressed to his navel, dipping your tongue to collect the milk there before pressing wet kisses along the thin trail of hair that lead further south.

It was like this was the natural thing to do, how perfectly you both moved into position together - you settling on your bottom with your legs folded under you between his spread legs, he lifting his hips as you tugged the ruined underwear off of him. His hips settled closer to the edge of the couch, mostly so you didn't have to move in any uncomfortable way, but also to allow him to lean back and watch your every action. He wanted to remember this forever, take in every little thing you did, treasure the first time you pleasure him. It didn't stop the embarrassment he felt, with his legs spread and naked before you - you could see every bit of him - and the submissive feeling returned, but his drive for more won over his nerves.

He was absolutely beautiful, pretty blue eyes gazing at you so intently, dark hair accentuating his handsome face, his toned body, his cute tail swaying along your knees from between his open legs. Your hand graced his tail, stroking it lightly with your finger tips before wrapping your hand around it. It wasn't something you even meant to do consciously, you were just gazing over his form when the soft hair at the end of his tail distracted you. His breath hitched, body tensing.

"You're really handsome, Giyuu." Bringing his tail to your lips, you gave it a soft kiss. He let out a shaking breath before the tail twitched out of your grasp, swaying slowly side to side. Without much thought you began at one knee, kissing upward just to tease him. His thighs were so warm, so inviting, you couldn't help but suck on the skin, the firm pressure causing another mark to bloom under your lips. Your eyes caught the way his hands fisted at his sides and, without a moment wasted, one of your hands found his. His grip was gentle but firm, fingers lacing between your own and taking your smaller hand into his. With your other hand free you traced up his thigh, settling on his hip close to his length.

"Giyuu…" His eyes went from your hand to your eyes, a bite to his lower lip forming at he took in how pretty you looked between his thighs. "I love you, Giyuu."

"I love you, too." It was quiet, breathy, barely over a whisper, but whimpered like it had taken so much of him just to say it. The way you smiled, happy and full of love just for him brought warmth to his chest. He loved your affections, he loved how gorgeous you were, how cute your breasts were, how pretty your lips were - he just needed more. With just a grip to your hand you got the message, but you would still do things on your own terms.

He eyes never left you, not as your body shifted and you move forward. From watching porn he had expected for you to suck him into your mouth, let him fill your throat, but reality was better - your lips pressed soft kisses on him, from his sack, which he never dreamed would be so sensitive, along his length to the tip. His eyes lidded, lip released from his teeth as his breathing grew deeper. It was just so - you. So sweet, so perfect, especially the whimper you gave him as your tongue swept over the drop of precum forming. He hoped you liked the taste because he wanted to fill your mouth.

Holding his length by the base with the hand that was on his hip, you take to wetting the shaft of him with your tongue, lapping at him until he was dripping. It was a bit of playful revenge - you could make a mess of him, too. However when you returned to the head of his length you pressed a gentle kiss to it, your lips tender against the hot flesh before taking him into your mouth, twirling your tongue around the ridge.

"Fuck…" He didn't mean to moan so sharply, but the grip on your hand increased and you knew he was enjoying himself. It wasn't easy pushing him into your mouth - he was just so thick - but your hands stroked what you couldn't fit, aided by the wetness you covered him in earlier. His hand not gripping your own dove into your hair, gently tugging to urge your attention upwards to him. Just being able to see your reactions, your cheeks so flushed and eyes lidded as they looked up to his own, made him feel like it was all worth the wait.

"I'm… I'm close…" He didn't need to tell you twice. You figured he wouldn't last a long time with such passionate humping before. With a gulp of air you pressed forward, taking all of his length down your throat as your hand at his base moved to cup his balls. Just a few clenches of your throat was all it took.

The moan of climax was undeniable, even when he tried to be quiet. His body trembled, length twitching as he emptied his seed down your throat. You couldn't count how many ropes of cum shot down your throat, only that you couldn't breath, so you pulled away to let him fill your mouth as he rested on your tongue as he coated your mouth with his seed. Maybe it was odd but his cum didn't taste bad, not nearly as salty as you had expected. However it was thick and gulping it down wasn't an easy task but you would do it for him.

He slumped against the back of the couch, feeling a pulsing wave wash through him, making him pull your hand into a white knuckle grip for just a second before going lax. His eyes closed, soaking in the feeling before your whine caught his attention. Below him, your tongue extended past your mouth. You displayed his cum, not minding as it dripped down your chin and across your chest. The sight took his breath away, the once relaxed hold on your hand grew firm, as did his length.

He brought you back into his lap, holding your face as he took in the sight of you topless, needy, with his cum dirtying you as you kept your tongue out for him to view. With the way his hips rested so close to the edge of the seat, you had no option other than to sit on his hardening length, not that you would have wanted it any other way. Again your hips rocked into his, your eyes looking into his as you wordlessly begged him for more. You wanted to feel his thick, sticky cum clinging to your walls, not your throat. Your moan of desperation was cut off, muffled as he kissed you. It was so lewd and dirty, his tongue dipping into your open mouth as his lips sealed to your own. He didn't mind the taste of his own cum, not when he got to see you like this.

His hands fell from your face, tracing down to your chest where he groped you, pinching your nipples that were still tender and sensitive from his nursing. Even when you moaned he swallowed the sound, not letting you go so easily. Still you broke free when your back arched as his hands traveled lower, on circling around your back to hold the swell of your ass under your clothing as the other flattened against your lower stomach, raising your excitement. His fingers pushed into your panties, the soaked garment pushed past your hips, letting his fingertips graze over your dripping lips. His eyes couldn't break free as he looked down, unable to see much but the hint of your slit and his wet digits.

"Please," You heaved out a strained breath "I need you…" He understood, but his muddled mind couldn't decide - should he take you on the couch? On the floor? Against the table? On your bed? There were so many options his aroused brain come up with that be would never consider normally. Your room was so far away, compared to any of the other places he could take you, but he knew inside he wanted to pound you into your bed, watching you lose yourself to him and lay with you after.

"I'll take care of you." A kiss was pressed to your temple, something sweet before things became heated. It wasn't hard getting to your room, given you were already on his lap he just had to hold your ass and take you there. Your arms and legs wrapped around his lean form, clinging to him, as if this was your natural state, as your core pressed to his hardness as he walked. When he laid you down it was more work unwrapping your limbs from hin, and you pouted and whined in need as he pulled the ruined panties off your legs.

His hands had to catch your thighs before they wrapped back around him. For once he wouldn't let you have your way - he needed to see his love in all of your naked glory. His eyes traced over your thighs, feeling his length throb as he looked between. You were beyond soaking wet, closer to flooded, as your slick juices coated your lips, the top of your thighs and excess sliding from your entrance down the crack of your ass. He held on leg behind the knee, keeping you at his mercy while allowing him to play. Thick fingers graced the lips of your heat, tracing the slick flesh up and down, barely grazing your clit and entrance with each stroke of his fingers.

"What do you want?" It was said in a teasing tone, but he never actually planned on being the one on top this far in, but if you were submissive he would do anything to accommodate your needs. A desperate cry was his answer, your back arched and head thrown to one side. That didn't give me any details, though. "You have to tell me exactly what you want, dear."

"In-inside…" This wasn't fair, how dare he tease you after you sucked him off.

"Hm?" His fingers circled your clit, following the curve of your lips lower to trace your entrance, before moving up and repeating the cycle. He wanted you to be direct, to tell him what to do, but it seemed you weren't that type. While he was planning on being the more submissive one, it seemed you fell into the role naturally. He said he would take care of you regardless, and he intended to get his commands in a different form. "What inside where?"

"Giyuu! I want you in my pussy." It sounded like a sob as you cried out for him, hips bucking up desperately. "I want your fingers, I want your dick… I just want you inside me and making me cum."

A kiss graced your lips as your compliance, your lower lip caught between his teeth as his middle finger dipped into your entrance. He wasn't sure what angle take, how far would hurt you, what felt best. Instinct drove him, pushing his finger in, going deep until his knuckle brushed against your entrance. The warmth within your walls had him moaning softly, just imagining your wet heat around his length. Pulling back from your lips, he watched his finger pull out, completely soaked, and pushed back in with another finger. You felt so tight, wrapped around his fingers firmly while giving him enough give to move and pleasure you.

His eyes watched his fingers plunge in and out of your core. You were so beautiful, so pretty thrown into lust like this - he wanted this to never end. Tentatively your hand took his moving forearm in your hold, causing him to pause and look up to your face, understanding your frustrated expression - he wasn't hitting the right spots. He focused, taking in how you moved his hand - his fingers hooked to press into your spot, palm against the lips of your cunt, the heel of his palm pressed to your clit. At your breathless direction he moved his whole arm rather than his wrist and fingers, putting more power behind each movement as his fingertips never left your most tender spot. At first he was soft, slowly moving until your body started rocking on his fingers for more. He matched your pace, moving with you until he noticed your hips went limp and allowed yourself to be rocked by his movements as he went faster.

Your reaction was everything he was hoping for - broken cries of pleasure, unfathomable gasps of words, your wetness gathering on his fingers as your eyes rolled back with your jaw falling lax. Being the one that saw you unravel grew on him, making the top position more favorable to watch you come undone by his own work rather than you using his body for your pleasure. But he was interested in your taste. You had taken his milk and cum in your mouth, he only tasted your skin at best. The thought perturbed him - he needed all of you, he absolutely needed to know what your taste was like. For now your pussy would suffice as his only source until you produced milk.

He let go of the thigh he held captured in his grip, moving to kneel as his breath fanned over your lower stomach. Parting his palm from your lips allowed him a view of your heat - pulsing around his fingers, lips glistening, clit perked and begging for attention. His lips gravitated to the bud, his lips wrapping around it and suckling as he had you nipple. The pressure of his tongue and tender sucking caused your fluids to soak his palm. With renewed rigor his fingers pressed deeper, working to take all of you in. His thick, long digits left little unexplored as he touched deeper than your own touch could.

He recognized how your thighs trembled, taking the shaking limbs as a sign to continue as your core spasmed around his fingers. Your hands dove into his hair, holding him to your core as waves of your release crashed down on you. The dramatic rolls of your hips against his face didn't bother him in the least, nor did the gush of liquids that soaked his chin and ran down his palm to his elbow. Pride filled him, leaving him more eager than ever to pleasure you. As the waves of your climax pass and he feels the clenching within you end he pulls out his fingers, slowly as if to have a lasting memory of your wet walls.

That didn't stop his mouth, using his damp fingers he pushed your lips apart to dip his tongue into your sopping core. He almost doesn't recognize the groan in the room as his own, only realizing the vibrations from his throat were felt on your lips as your thighs closed around his head. Lidded ocean eyes looked up to your form taking in how you trembled when he licked a sensitive spot within your core, how you crumbled under overstimulation when he sucked your clit.

Broken cries filled the room, some of which he could make out roughly - some his name, others begging for him to have mercy, telling him it was too much and it hurt, most just incomprehensible noises that he understood somehow. Sitting up he found a total mess along the bed between your legs. Your wetness and his milk stained the bedding, not that either of you could help it or cared to stop. Weak hands grabbed at his shoulders, his form allowing you to pull him upward. He fell into holding you, as if you both had done this a thousand times. Maybe in his head, yours as well, and the way your movements synced proved how much this was meant to be.

He laid against you, hips snug between your legs with his arousal pressed to your thigh, narrowly putting his weight to one side to avoid burdening you with the heft of his muscles. Strong arms worked their way around you, slipping between your back and the bed as you returned the efforts with worn arms. Your light hold was entirely due to your blissed out state, one he dedicated to memory as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"You okay?" He wondered if he had gone too far, but you had only cum twice. For a fact he knew you had more in you. If listening through the wall had proven anything it was that you could go far longer than him. At the same time he didn't want to over extend himself and push you.

"Yeah… Just feels really good…" Tilting your head up, you pressed your lips to his, giving and receiving pleased hums just to part with a giggle of elation. "I'm so glad. I love you, Giyuu."

"I love you, too." Just to know you were happy - with him, with this - relaxed him immensely. If you were happy then so was he. Unconsciously your beautiful smile and doting adoration caused him length to twitch, precum smearing along your thigh. He might have more than just a passive interest in your adoration, but as far as he was concerned it was probably the most mild kink he's heard of.

"I love you more. So much more, my handsome boy." You had a suspicion that the twitch on your thigh was more than just conveniently timed before only to be proven correct as a throb against your leg cemented the theory. Your only response was the feeling of dark hair brushing your cheek and breath against your neck as he hid away from the endearing words. Faintly you can feel the hairs at the end of his tail graze your legs as it sways. That cute tail always gave him away, even if he wanted to deny the blush painting his cheeks.

"I love you, Giyuu. Only you, always." Just light pressure of his hips against yours was your response, likely just resting his full weight on you where your hips met.

"You've always been so cute, so sweet and adorable. Now you're handsome, too. You've grown into the most attractive man I've ever laid my eyes on." The sound of a muffled moan reaches your ear as his hands shift to hold your waist, seeming like he was holding himself back. That wouldn't do, you wanted to see him untamed.

"I want to be with you forever, dear. You're the most precious person in my life and I want to spend the rest of it with you." It wasn't a lie, he had spent most of your life with you and you didn't want it to end, there was no reason for it to come to a close - not when your feelings are reciprocated. Your hands traced the defined lines of his back, fingers dancing along the dips of muscle and rise of shoulder blades.

"We always told mom and dad we were going to get married and have children one day. Maybe we should." A whimpering moan was your answer, along with his hips rolling into yours. His humping felt so much better like this, naked with tension rising. The underside of his length dragging along your sensitive lower lips with each thrust of his hips. He was reacting so beautifully it was hard to stop yourself. Your touch moved, one hand threading into the hair along the nape of his neck, the other resting along his lower back just to feel the way the muscles clenched as he rolled his hips into yours.

"Is that it, baby? You want to be my husband? Love me forever? Give me cute babies that look just like their cute daddy? I want it all, too." It was by honest accident you found his affection kink, but it was by coincidence you found his breeding kink. Particularly because of his groan that left your thighs quivering.

He didn't need to do much to fit within you and he struggled to keep himself in line, to not press deep into your core and mindlessly fill you. To keep himself at bay he kissed your lips, as if thanking you for the most love filled dirty talk he would ever witness, before continuing along the curve of your jaw.

"Do you like that, too? Putting a baby in me?" A bite to your neck was your answer. Hips fully bucked into yours, dangerously close to just the right push to breach your core for the greatest ecstasy. "I love you, Giyuu. I want you to fill me up. Give your love to me."

You didn't have to ask twice. The man above you was running on instinct, unable to answer in articulated words as he marked the nape of your neck down to your collarbone before moving on to your shoulder. He was too far gone to mind being embarrassed or mindful of your appearance out of bed. Some unknown part of him came alive when you gave yourself to him, awakening a need he never felt before.

With a scorching kiss it had begun. As if you weighed nothing he drug you to the center of the bed, pulling your hips into his lap while keeping his lips locked to yours. It wasn't easy, but the way you held his head to yours prevented other options, not that he would have considered another. His hands smoothed over your skin, caressing from your hips, along your stomach and cupping your breasts before coming to pinch and roll your tender buds between his fingers.

Your whimpering broke your lips from Giyuu's, not that he minded the pretty sounds you made. With lidded eyes he stared down at you, his face to his chest flushed with a heavy blush as he heaved air into his lungs. He had so much to say, so much he wanted to express - how he adored every last piece of you, how you're somehow even more beautiful than normal, amazingly sexy and still sweet - above all that he loved you. Inside he wanted to give you the sweet words you gave him he just couldn't manage verbally. Physically was a different story.

The head of his length brushed against your entrance as his hand guided it into your core. His eyes trained on your cunt, watching how your body gave way to him. Hearing your gasp his head shot up, watching your face tense for a moment. It crossed his mind for the first time that you might be a virgin, that he was actually your first. Whether you were or not you felt tight and he couldn't deny the thought of being your one and only played in his head. After all, you were his.

"You okay?" He didn't even think about it as he leaned down to check on you, but the movement pushed him deeper. Your thighs gripped his hips, trying to hold him still so you could adjust.

"You're so big…" Your breath rushed out at the admission, but it wasn't a lie. From sucking on him earlier you knew he was thicker than normal, but you didn't remember in the heat of the moment as he pushed in. He blinked in surprise for a moment, not expecting such a complaint. Regardless his ego inflated.

With a quick kiss to your lips he moved back just a moment take your legs into his hands, resting them over his shoulders. You missed his closeness, the feeling of his lips to your own, though it was hard to focus on that when his hips rolled into yours teasingly, getting a taste of feeling you. Still he moved closer, managing to seal his lips to yours as he folded you in half.

Moans reverberated into the other's mouth, one ending with a needy lilt as the other ended with a groan. He wanted to remember to be gentle with you, cherish you tenderly - but in his head he just wanted to thrust wildly into you until you were both spent. As his pace increased the echo of smacking skin grew louder and faster.

"Mine." His hands, once gripping the sheets by your head, dove into your hair. With some effort he kept his eyes open, barely at times, just to watch you. You knew it, too, from the way he brushed your hair from your face. One way or another, he was going to have all of you.

Your legs felt useless, either from his hold or the fact they were really not being used at all, thrown over his shoulders as they were. Absently you felt the velvet of his tail along your ass and lower back, giving you an idea he might love or hate. Feminine hands traced down his spine, landing on his plush ass that you grabbed freely, pulling him in and pushing him as deep as possible.

It was unintentional but you had pushed him into your deepest spot, leaving you kerning a desperate moan as your hands panicked to find something to ground you - ending up grabbing his ass with one hand and his tail with the other. Immediately he dropped his weight, laying directly on you and rolling his hips, specifically to please the spot so deep within you. He remembered you liked constant pressure from how you corrected his fingers and redoubled his efforts, giving short, fast strokes into your depths. Inadvertently his pelvis bumped into your clit at the same rate, throwing your body into pleasure. Pride ran through him as your eyes rolled back.

"That's it. You're so good." He absently realized he spoke, but feeling your squeezing in response was worth the slip. "My good girl, taking me so deep." Just to make his point he pulled back to slam into you, the force would have made you bounce up the bed if not for his hold making you take the full brunt of his thrust.

"Giyuu…!" Your wailing of his name sounded broken, the inflection of each letter interrupted by every breath he knocked out of you. "I-I… love-" He knew what you were trying to say, even if he didn't give you a chance, and the adoration laid upon him struck a new fire within him.

"I love you, too." There was a rush flowing through him as you could only moan in response. "You want me to cum inside you, right? I need you to cum first." One hand broke away from its hold on your hair, traveling down to stroke your drenched clit with his thumb, resting his palm on your lower stomach. Your shaking form was what he had intended for when he touched the sensitive bud, knowing he had you at his mercy as you struggled to nod in response.

"I-I want y-your cum…" That moment he pressed his length deep, rolling his hips to press into all the deepest spots within your core. He knew he had found what he was looking for when even your hands were shaking. "I need it-"

"Prove you want it. Cum for me." He recognized your shivers and trembles from your time in his lap, knowing it was the exact precipice before your climax took you. With a groan he pressed a kiss to your ear. "I'll fill you up with cum and give you that cute baby you want."

He would be lying if he said that last part wasn't for him was well, but it didn't seem to matter as your body seized under his, legs shaking violently as your release took hold. His hand left your clit as your spasms calmed, holding your hip as he put his entire body into the last few thrusts. On impulse, his lips captured yours, one hand cupping your face as the intense wave of his climax hit him.

Even as the rush left he couldn't part for you. Tongues lazily tangled together in a dance their own as long as he could before the need for air grew too great, but not wasting time before returning to your lips. The excessive high faded from your bodies, leaving only pleasantly tingling nerve and soft affection in its wake.

His forehead and nose pressed to your own, the timid smile hard to miss on his features as his body relaxed. With a peck to your lips he lowered your legs from his shoulders, taking care with each knowing that you were probably unable to control your lower limbs.

Sitting up straight, he smiled down at you, one of those sweet, loving expressions saved just for you since you were both children. His eyes roamed over your body, particularly your hips and stomach, before looking to your face. He was so content, so happy as his hands rested under your navel.

"I wonder if we'll get a boy or girl." He hadn't sounded so at ease in a while, even as fatigue started to make itself known.

"Maybe twins. You cum a lot." What a thing to say after something so intense, but a shake of his head and a huff of a laugh never took that serene expression from him. Reaching for his hands your intertwined your fingers with a grin. "I love you, Giyuu."

"I love you, too." He couldn't help but return the sentiment now, no matter how many times you say it. Lifting your hand he kissed your fingertips tenderly.

"Are you going to pull out?"

"No, I want to make sure it takes." He didn't miss the way your cheeks darkened at that, nor the shy smile you tried to hide before giving in and looking back up at him with the cutest blush.

"Oh, damn." Well, shit. That's surprising.

"What is it? Is something wrong?" He was searching over your body with his eyes, looking for anything out of place.

"You stopped leaking."

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Across Seven Seas

Chapter 1

Description: This fanfiction series is set in the year 2022, after the horrid COVID-19 has finally come to an end. In this fanfiction, Chris Evans holidays with his family in India and meets Meera Shankar. The story explores their rollercoaster journey and raises a question, whether two people, from two contrasting backgrounds and cultures, can build their future together?

This series is Chris Evans x OFC with Chris Evans' family and friends having recurring appearances. Please find below a lot of Original Characters-

Meera Shankar - The female lead

Meera's Mother

Poppy - Meera's maternal grandmother

Rohan - Meera's elder brother who is 6 years older than her.

This is a work of fiction. The names of the hotels and companies have been changed to avoid copyright issues. Meera Shankar and her family is based on the author and her kin. No offense is intended.

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Chapter 1

5th September, 9pm - Boston, USA, Chris' childhood home:

Passport? Check.

Visa? Check.

Mobile charger? Check.

Airpods? Airbuds? What the fuck are they called? Pods? Buds? Whatever, check.

Dressed in a simple black Henley with blue denim, Chris checked the list for the upteenth time, making sure not to leave anything behind. It didn't help that his faithful canine was nuzzling at his knee, begging for attention. Somewhat satisfied with the list, Chris finally locked the suitcase, keeping it besides his carry-on duffle bag.

"Hey bud", he knelt down, gently petting the Mutt, "I will be back soon, you know that right? I have to leave... You know why... I'm sorry, you know I wouldn't do this if I didn't have to, right? I'm sorry, so sorry. I'm really sorr... Hahahaha get off me!!!!" Dodger had started licking his face, begging him to stay. Soon Chris was on the ground, with Dodger safely secured in his arms, dropping kisses on his furry head. Scott chose that moment to barge into Chris' room. "There you are! I have been calling you, whistling for you, yet no reply!! What do you have to say for yourself Dodger Evans?!" exclaimed Scott, hands on his hips, trying his best to mimick their strict mother. Dodger wriggled out of Chris' grip and put his front paws on Scott's hips. "Uh huh young man, your puppy eyes are not going to work on me this time. C'mon, Tara is here to take you."

With Chris closely following the pair, they headed towards the living room. "Do we really need to leave him here?", Chris asked again. "Chris we have been over this, it would not be advisable for Dodger to travel all the way to India. It can affect his health." "But why do we need to go to India in the first place? Can't we go somewhere closeby?" On hearing those words, Scott turned just enough to give Chris a knowing look. "We discussed this before, we need to go to India. YOU need to go to India." As they entered the living room, Chris muttered, defeated, "I really don't...."

6th September, 6am - Mumbai, India, Meera's House:

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Meera woke up with a jerk. Her eyes still adjusting to the darkness in her room. Fumbling for the phone, she set the alarm to snooze, hoping to get 10 more minutes of precious sleep. She could already hear activity in the house. Resting her head on the pillow, she almost fell back into a deep slumber when...

KNOCK KNOCK

"Meera! Get up! It is 6:30 already!" her mother shouted. Scowling at her door, Meera shouted back, "It is just around 6 Ma! No need to exaggerate! 5 more minutes!" KNOCK KNOCK "We will get late for the flight, hurry!" Sighing in resignation, Meera groggily woke up.

Heading downstairs for breakfast, she stumbled upon the luggage in the living room. Irritated, she scowled at her elder brother, "Rohan, I asked you to move the bags na? Why are they still in the way?" Looking up from his plate of buttery parathas (Indian bread), he flashed a wicked smile from the sofa, "Why should I move them? You move them if you want to." Rolling her eyes, Meera grabbed a small packet of cornflakes from the kitchen, shoving handfuls of the crunchy goodness in her mouth. Her mother looked at her with defeat, "Bala (meaning child in local language), at least use a bowl. I don't understand how can anyone eat raw cornflakes just like that." "I like them crunchy Ma. I cannot imagine eating cornflakes with milk or water. YUCK!" said Meera, shuddering. "Is that all you want to eat now? Won't you get acidity if you eat less?" her mother inquired. "No Ma, I am good. I hate waking up so early, and eating a heavy breakfast on top of that? Impossible. Not going to happen."

"Look at me, I already ate 3 stuffed parathas, Ma is making a fourth one now", her brother proudly exclaimed. "I don't think I have ever seen you not stuffing your face, fatty. Stop eating or you will not fit through the doors of the plane!" teased Meera. "I am not fat, I am plump 😄. Now pass me some green chutney." It was Meera's turn to wickedly smile now, "Why should I give it to you? If you want it, then get off that sofa and take it." "PLEEEEEEEEAASSEEE," begged Rohan. "Shut up! Absolutely not."

"Arey (often used as an exclamation in Hindi), give it to him, he needs it to eat with his parathas," softly chided Meera's grandmother as she entered the living room. "Only because Poppy asked me to," Meera said to her brother's smug face.

As family of four got comfortable on the sofa and the chairs to finish breakfast, Meera's mother suddenly exclaimed, "Meera! What are doing wasting your time?! Finish your breakfast and go and take a bath immediately! We will be late for the flight!" Trying to reason, Meera said, "Calm down Ma, our flight is at 12:30pm. It is 6:34am right now. It's alright. Even Rohan hasn't taken a bath yet." "I am not taking a bath," he said with his mouth full. The room was filled with disgusted "eww"s and "tsk"s at that announcement. "Bala you need to take a bath. How can you travel for such a long time without taking a bath?" said their Mother. "You are 35 years old! Do you still not know how to take a bath?" a disgusted Meera chimed in. "That is unhygienic," added Poppy. "I bathed 2 days ago, and we are going to Mussoorie, an icy cold hill station, so I am definitely not going to waste my time by taking a bath," proclaimed Rohan. Scrunching her nose, Meera said, "The whole plane will stink now." "You worry about your odor, I will wear my cologne. Now go take a bath or else we will get late," and with that, the smug smile was back on Rohan's face.

Same day, 9:45pm - Boston, USA, Chris' childhood home:

"Oh my God Chris if you repeat yourself one more time I swear to God I will throw something at your head!" shouted an irritated Tara, "I know how to take care of Dodger. This is not the first time you are leaving him with me. Just go on your vacation already!"

A myriad of emotions crossed Chris' face. Agitation, frustration, sadness, anger, helplessness to name a few. "It is not too late, we can still cancel the trip and go somewhere nearby. How about a shopping expedition to NYC? Or Disneyland? How about Disney World? We will even go to Harry Potter land if yo.." "First of all, it is called the Wizarding World and not Harry Potter land," Shanna interrupted Chris' protest, "Secondly," she continued from the couch, "Why are we still discussing this when there are only 7 hours left for our plane to leave?"

Chris' lips turned into a thin line. Shoulders slumped, hands in his jeans pockets, he tried his best to come up with an excuse. Anything at all to cancel this trip. He needed to stay here, at his home. He needed to think about what had happened. Where did it all go so wrong? How did he not see the signs? How could he have been so careless? As his mind started drowning into questions, his mother put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Remember when you went to India all those years ago? You were seeking peace and you found a way to deal with the chaos in your life. After A Starting Point...," she paused, "After everything that has happened in the last two years, maybe you need to find yourself again?" "But Ma I had gone to Rishikesh, a city well-known for yoga and meditation. We are going to Mussoorie! It is just a fancy hill station." "OH MY GOD! Not this again!!" shouted Carly from her room, "I told you the hotel has an amazing meditation and yoga course! You can do that for 3 weeks. Plus, the kids are excited about the indoor-pool and the gaming lounge AND we all love the view from the hotel! Do you know how many months it took me to arrange this entire vacation? DON'T. YOU. DARE. cancel this trip. Do you hear me?" Carly threatened Chris. Raising his hands in defeat, Chris set about arranging everyone's luggage near the door.

"Don't you pout now. I am sure this trip will change your life, FOREVAH!" said the ever-dramatic Tara. Smiling wistfully, Chris looked around his childhood home, already beginning to miss it. Chris knew that 3 weeks in a 5-star hotel in another part of the world would not change a single thing in his life.

If only he knew how wrong he was.

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Training Wheels | 1 | Jean x F!Reader

Title: Training Wheels Pairing: Jean Kirschtein x Female Reader Warnings: Swearing, Discussions of Virginity, Eventual Smut, Chapter Summary: Your friend Jean has a lot to complain about. Words: 2k Notes: I first started writing this in 2016(!!) and you can find this first chapter in it's first draft on ao3 if you're that way inclined, but I rewrote it, replanned it and I'm *so* excited to be rewriting it. The first chapter of Tear in my Heart -- aka the story from Jean's POV -- will be up on Monday at around 10PM GMT.

If there is one mystery you want solved, one question you want answered, it was why are you genetically predisposed to being the laziest of assholes. You’ve been so since you were a kid and personally, you blame your father because it’s a habit you’ve picked up from him at the very least. And you always suffer for it.

Like, right now, you are suffering because you’re more than well aware that if you’d gotten out of your pit of a bed when your alarm had rung this morning, then you would have had plenty of time to get your butt into the kitchen and produce yourself a tasty sandwich -- or maybe even a salad -- from what you’ve salvaged from the fridge, but oh no, what had you done?

You’d snoozed the alarm, twice. And then when you were finally ready to be awake, you’d lay in bed for forty-five minutes needlessly scrolling through your phone, checking your notes on Tumblr, your Snapchat and your Instagram stories. Hell… you’d even gone on Facebook even though nobody even uses Facebook in this day and age. Then you’d clicked over to Buzzfeed, done a couple of quizzes to find out which Disney Princess you were and played a couple of rounds of solitaire. And then you’d realized the time and jumped in and out of the shower, choosing instead of washing your hair, to slip the head of the shower beneath your legs, which had led you to not even having time to dry off and to just toss some clothes on, grab your bag and get out the door.

You had good intentions every morning, but… you just didn’t act on them. And this was why you used your shower head every morning because you were such a flake that no dude wanted to come near you. Well, that and the company you kept.

And so you’d had no breakfast and two long lectures had basically put you into starvation mode and so you’d had no choice but to drag yourself to the caf and get the special of the day -- which claimed to be shepherds pie, but should have been renamed ‘brown sludge with white bits and the odd pea’ -- which you were like… a thousand percent sure you were going to get food poisoning from, but hey, at least your stomach wouldn’t be eating itself.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow you will be better. You will get out of bed when your alarm goes off, you will go downstairs and get some breakfast and then you’ll have a long shower -- but you won’t masturbate, trying to get the shower head on that one spot is far too time consuming -- and put together something that is fit for human consumption to bring for lunch. Hell, when you get back home tonight maybe you’ll even take the time to sniff everything that’s on the floordrobe and maybe put it in the washing,

Maybe you’ll even fully clean your room while you’re waiting for the spin cycle to complete.

Actually, nah, maybe you’ll just watch the new episode of Catfish and eat a fat bowl of pasta.

You shudder as you look down at the ‘food’ again and with disdain, put the plastic fork (sidenote -- you know that Trost Community College ain’t exactly Oxbridge, but would it kill them to dish out the cash for one of those industrial dishwashers instead of trying to kill the planet you have to raise your children on -- near your mouth. You’re real tempted to hold your nose while you gulp it down, but you don’t really want to give Hitch Dreyse and her crew more ammunition for thinking you’re weird, so you just brace yourself and shove it in.

Well.

At least it doesn’t taste as bad as it looks. Definitely nothing gourmet, but if you distract yourself, then you’re probably gonna be able to finish it. You shove another forkful in and whip your phone out of your pocket, loading up Lovestruck and deciding to reread a few chapters of Ash Winters to distract yourself.

You’re about to come to one of the best sex scenes in the whole ‘book’, ignoring the world around you when a loud thump pulls you away from your Gangster bae. Peering over the top of your phone, you catch a glimpse of a thick, Art History book -- the cause of the thump, you’re sure -- as Jean slides into the seat opposite you.

You’ve known Jean forever. He’s basically the Boy Next Door, except he’s less Boy Next Door and more Boy Down the Road and on the Right Hand Side. He’s the only one of your little group of friends -- The Raspberry Crew, as you’d decided to name yourselves when you were five -- who still lives there. And like you, he’s also dumb as a bunch of rocks so he’s at community college too, so you spend a lot of time together.

“Hi.” You say.

He doesn’t reply, just looks at you and narrows his eyes as he pulls his own lunch out. It’s in a brown paper bag and of course it was handmade lovingly by the wonderful Mrs. Kirschtein, who was the nicest woman you knew and adored her son so much. Whereas your own mother liked to yell at you all the time to get out of bed and stop being a fuck up. Rude. Is it too late for her to adopt you?

“Okay,” you tell him. “I’ll bite. What’s going on?”

He looks up at you and the expression on his face changes from someone who wants to commit a murder, to someone who just watched their puppy get kicked into the sun. “It’s… nothing, really. It’s just…” he gives a big dramatic sigh. “Finally official.”

“What,” you ask him. “In all of the seven hells are you talking about?”

He looks around in an over dramatic gesture, to make sure that nobody is looking at the two of you and them just as over dramatically he leans in to you. “It is official.” His voice is a stage whisper, so that nobody can hear the two of you, like he’s in fucking Hamlet or some shit. “I’m the last virgin in Trost.”

And in hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best idea to take a bite of your food as he was speaking because you splutter, covering his face in little bits of half-chewed mince and reach for your water. When he’s wiped his face and your choking has subsided, you look him in the eye. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me,” he snarls. “I know you did and I’m not repeating myself again.”

“Yeah,” you nod. “I, uh, I definitely heard you, I’m just wondering if I heard you right. And if I did infact hear you right, I’m wondering when exactly between your Mom coddling you, your lectures, moping after Mikasa Ackerman and your homework did you manage to go around canvassing Trost to come to this conclusion. Cuz uh, if you did Kirsch then you’ve screwed your numbers up because you’re probably not the only one with your V-Plates still on this room, let alone in Trost.” You are technically a virgin, you’ve fooled around with a few people, sure and you’re pretty sure Jean just assumes you lost it to Marcel Galliard because he did walk in on you at a party with his dick in your mouth that one time, but are you going to admit that nothing but the streams from your shower head have penetrated you? Fuck no, you know he’s got a big mouth. “Also… there are children in Trost.” Jean is seemingly as disgusted by you that your brain went there judging by the fact he balls up his brown bag and throws it at your head.

“Sometimes I think there is something very wrong with you.” Shucks, you’re flattered, but hey at least it distracted him from his misery for all of five seconds. “But okay fine, all of the people in Trost who are of age,” he tells you through gritted together.

“Again,” you ask. “When was this survey conducted?” You push your plate away because honestly this conversation had made your appetite much, much less raging.

“I didn’t do a fucking survey,” he tells you a little more aggressive than is necessary in your opinion. “I just know and do you want to know how I know?”

Honestly, you didn’t really because you never know what the hell is going to come out of his mouth, but you know that if you say you don’t want to know then he is just going to ignore your wishes and come out with it anyway so you just keep quite and say nothing and barely five seconds pass, before he opens his mouth again.

“Marco.”

“Oh,” you can’t help but laugh because Marco Bodt is the nicest human being and at one point you had the hugest crush on him and you honestly can’t picture him bullying Jean by taunting him, it’s too surreal. “So Marco did the survey? Or die he come up to you and say…” you put on your best Marco voice. “Oh hey Jean, did you know you’re the last…” and the look on Jean’s face is another for you to shut your fucking mouth and not finish that sentence.

“There was no survey,” he’s talking to you through gritted teeth again and you can see the tips of his ears are a fiery red, a sure sign he is about to loose his temper. “Forget about the fucking survey. I came by to see if you were getting the bus this morning and your Mom said your ass was still in bed, so I walked over to his instead,” he takes a deep breathe. “His Mom sent me straight up to his room because he was still getting ready, which I thought was really weird because when is Marco ever late to anything and well… he and that brunette from his Psychology class were in bed together.”

Well, your appetite is definitely gone now, former crush or not, it’s never nice to hear something like that about someone you once liked. “…That doesn’t mean they’ve slept together, we’ve slept in the same bed together and has your dick been inside me? No, not it has not.”

“Trust me,” Jean shudders. “I left them too it and when I spoke to him earlier, well, he turned into a human tomato at the mention of her name.” He pauses. “Plus her tits were out.” Ugh, you can feel the brown sludge on the move and you know the brunette he’s talking about and you really, really hope that Mina Carolina took her pigtails out when she got smashed and oh your God, you cannot believe you just thought of sweet angel Marco and smashing, where did that brown bag go, you may need it. “And the last time we slept in a bed together we were both six.”

“Nah, it was last April when you got fucked at Reiner Braun’s party and I had to bring you home with me so your mother wouldn’t see you in that state.” You wave your hand, indicating that you want to change the subject. “Did I really need to know about Marco? I’m sure he’d prefer you kept that one quiet.”

“You’re the one who made me prove my life is over.”

“Oh puh-lease, your life is not over. You are just an overdramatic fuck. It will happen.”

“Oh yeah? When?”

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Oh let me just consult my crystal ball! Look, Jean, it will happen when you meet the right…”

“I swear to God, if you say when I meet the right person… I already did remember?” He sends a longing look across the caf and you don’t even have to follow his eyeline to know where he’s looking. At Mikasa Ackerman of course, a girl he met at the beginning of your time here, she’s Eren, a sort of frenemy of sorts of Jean’s foster sister. You’d thought it was kind of cute at first, until she’d gotten a girlfriend and he’d stayed as deluded as ever.

“Remember that time when ‘Kasa told you that even if she wasn’t with Annie she wouldn’t give you the time of day?” He doesn’t look away from her, so you’re guessing he didn’t hear you. Or he’s choosing to pretend he didn’t hear you. “Jean!”

“What?”

“Look, I promise you that it’ll happen. You’ve just got to wait it out.”

He pulls a face and starts gathering his things up. “Whatever. You don’t know that.”

You grin at him mischievously. “Oh it will, because if it hasn’t happened by your thirty-fifth birthday, I’ll buy you a hooker.”

“Fuck you.” He tells you, but there’s no actual malice in his words. You just smirk at him.

And the two of you go your separate ways for the rest of the day.

#mywriting #jean kirschtein #jean kirschtein x reader #jean #it's been so long since i've shared something like this #so i'm nervous #i hope u like

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All Those Things They Couldn’t Say - A Runaway Baudelaires AU

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Chapter Twenty-Eight - Duncan and Isadora’s first Robbery

“That city,” Klaus said carefully, as Duncan pointed to the map, “Is where our parents got kidnapped.”

They were standing outside a general store, which happened to have a map of the general area tacked into the window. Duncan and Isadora glanced nervously at each other, and then Duncan said, “Well, um, that’s where we’ve been headed.”

“The Squalors live on Dark Avenue. Is that near where…?” Isadora asked.

Violet shook her head. “No, but it’s still… though, I guess, Olaf would never expect us to head back there.”

“Pri!” Sunny said, from her position in Klaus’s arms, as she messed with his hair. “Nobody would expect us to go there.”

“It’s at least a good place to hide until we figure out what to do.” Klaus muttered, though he still looked uncomfortable.

“And Mother and Father know the city really well.” Violet said. “So… so they’d be able to find us, probably.”

“Probably?” Klaus asked.

There was a tense silence, and then Violet said, “Well, let’s just… get our supplies and hit the road again. We should be able to make it there by early morning tomorrow if Klaus and I take turns driving, and we get our food here.”

Duncan glanced back at the general store, and then checked his pockets. “Okay, how much money do you have.”

Violet burst out laughing, and Klaus patted him on the shoulder. “Oh, bro, we’re not paying for this shit.”

“What- oh. Oh, yeah.”

“You take Sunny and distract the cashier.” Violet said. “I’ll show the new kids the ropes.”

“Do we have to?” Duncan asked. “I mean… we’re gonna be at Dark Avenue soon-”

“And Klaus and I are gonna live in a closet. We need food that nobody will notice is going missing.” Violet said. “And we’re getting you decent clothes. Come on.”

“Um-” Duncan began.

“Sure.” Isadora shrugged. “Let’s go.”

“Make sure Duncan doesn’t look too guilty.” Violet instructed, before turning on her heel and marching off to the door.

Isadora held Duncan’s hand as they entered, swinging it a little to make them look casual. Violet went ahead, scanning a shelf of tampon boxes, while Klaus went up to the counter, grabbing a random product to ask about. Once he got there, he held up Sunny and started talking, enough that the cashier’s eyes instantly diverted to the baby, and the cooing and aahing started pretty fast.

“Great, so what-” Isadora then did a double-take, as in the split second she’d glanced away from Violet, two boxes from the tampon shelf had gone missing. Violet smiled and walked behind them, and Isadora felt her bag flip open as Violet dropped the boxes in from her own bag.

“Just stay quiet.” Violet muttered. “Too much talking will distract. Follow me, lemme show you how it’s done.”

Isadora and Duncan, though, were not sure what they were learning, as Violet moved between aisles, as she grabbed things so quickly and stuffed them into someone’s bag that it seemed almost unreal. They eventually just opted to follow at her heels, pretending to look at snacks and porcelain kittens while Violet piled shit into their bags. Violet didn’t seem to mind, instead humming and bouncing on her feet as they moved from aisle to aisle.

After what felt like an hour but was really just about ten minutes, Violet whispered, “You two head out. I’m going to get Klaus.”

“I… don’t want to go out alone.” Duncan muttered.

Violet’s gaze softened, and then she nodded. “Of course. Just stand in this aisle and wait for me, I’ll be three feet away. Don’t look at me, though, so nobody knows we’re together.”

They nodded and fixed their eyes on some brochures on the shelves, while Violet skipped over to her brother.

“Hey, buddy, we gotta go. Mom’s in the car and she’s impatient.” Violet said in a rather high-pitched voice, flopping onto Klaus’s shoulder.

“Oh.” Klaus nodded. “Yeah, I’ll go put this back, and then we can go.” He turned back to the cashier, smiling. “It was nice talking to you. Say goodbye, Kara.”

Sunny waved and giggled, and Klaus followed Violet back down the aisle. As they passed the Quagmires, Violet tapped their shoulders, and though it took them a second to realize the cue, they quickly raced after them.

Once they got outside, Violet said, “Good job, kids. Didn’t look too suspicious. Great for your first try. You should have all your shit in your bags now.”

Duncan slung his bag around and flipped it open, his eyes widening. “I didn’t even notice us pass a clothing aisle.”

“Because you don’t pay attention, Duncan.” Violet giggled. “You can change later. We’ll get driving now before anyone realizes we shoplifted the shit outta everything in there.”

Klaus nodded. “You take a nap, you’ve been driving since Prufrock. If you’re sure we’re going to the city-”

“I think we’ll be fine.” Violet hugged herself, smiling slightly. “And if not… we all know how to throw knives now.”

“Yeah.” Klaus smiled. He handed Sunny to Isadora and said, “You guys stay in the back, I feel like Violet will fall asleep in the shotgun seat.”

“You got that right, brobro.” Violet giggled.

She skipped over to the car door, swinging it open and tossing her bag to the floor. Duncan and Isadora edged their way into the backseat, and as they sat, Duncan mumbled, “Is the cashier going to get in trouble?”

“Naw.” Violet shrugged, buckling herself in as Klaus slid into the driver's seat, starting the car. “As the woman who taught us how to swipe from the cash register said, ‘that stuff is insured, we’re only stealing from the war criminal billionaires who own the place.’”

Sunny giggled and gnawed on the strap of Isadora’s bag, muttering “Guillotine,” which nobody bothered to translate.

“Oh, make sure you’re all buckled real tight.” Violet said.

“Yeah, I’m a shit driver.” Klaus said.

Duncan slowly picked up Sunny and placed her on his lap, while Isadora nodded and pulled the seatbelt over her.

When they reached the city, the sun had just risen. Violet had taken over driving by then, thank God, while everyone else was asleep. Duncan’s head lolled on his sister’s shoulder, while Sunny snoozed on his lap, using his blazer as a blanket. Violet smiled a little as she glanced back at them, sitting at a stoplight, and then she looked towards Klaus, who had shoved his glasses in a cupholder and was hugging himself as he slept against the window. She was glad he was able to doze off, he usually had trouble sleeping during trips, she knew. She was glad that he looked like he was actually getting some rest; even when she’d fallen asleep, she’d had some… pretty bad dreams, ones that even though she’d promised to tell her family all her fears, she knew she couldn’t burden Klaus with, and God forbid she bring them up to Sunny. At least Klaus had some escape from their present circumstances; everyone else seemed to, and that was enough for her.

The stoplight turned green, and Violet maneuvered her way through the streets. Though she knew, deep down, that it was highly unlikely that Olaf was here, that he probably wouldn’t look for them in the place they’d been fleeing from forever, it was still… unnerving. Even being in a part of the City they hadn’t been in on that day, just knowing that if she turned the wrong bend… she really didn’t want to go to that part of the town, not without her parents back with her. Not without them safe.

She knew when she reached Dark Avenue, as it was very aptly named; trees blocked the streetlights, making it hard for her to find a parking space. She finally did, a street or two away from that huge-ass penthouse, so that if anyone found the stolen car they wouldn’t look at 667. She sat a moment as she turned the car off, just breathing slowly and letting herself calm down. Then she turned, pushing Klaus gently until he awoke.

“Hey, get the Quags, I’ll get Sunny. We’ll head in, okay?”

Klaus nodded, yawning, and then grabbed his glasses and slid out of his seat, moving around to the backdoor, which he flung open. While he gently prodded Isadora, Violet opened the other car door, reaching over Duncan to take Sunny from his lap. She didn’t have the heart to wake her up, instead just holding her gently against her shoulder, bouncing slightly so that Sunny would be a little soothed. Once Duncan was awake, he woke Isadora, and they got all their bags together, abandoning the car. Klaus waved it goodbye before grabbing onto Duncan’s arm, letting Violet and Isadora lead them back to 667 Dark Avenue.

When they reached the penthouse, Isadora gestured to the others. “Elevators are out right now, so we’re gonna have to go up a fuckton of stairs.”

“We’ll put Sunny in the Sunnybag.” Klaus nodded. “So we don’t tire of carrying her.”

“And stay behind us, in case one of the Squalors comes down the stairs.” Isadora said.

They made their way into the lobby, and they indeed saw that the elevator had a large OUT sign decorating it, along with some starfish; the area seemed to be ocean themed. Nobody else was there, so Isadora just led them to the stairs. She took Duncan’s hand while Klaus took Sunny from Violet, strapping the sleeping baby to his chest before heading up, holding his sister’s hand.

They were silent for most of the climb, mostly too tired to move and talk at the same time. Klaus hummed a little, and once in a while Isadora muttered a poem, but other than that they were very quiet.

The stairwell was dark as hell, lit by only a few candles on the edge of the steps, which Violet felt was a hell of a fire hazard. It didn’t really bother the Baudelaires, though, they could quickly adjust their eyes to the dark. Every now and again Duncan stumbled, though, and Klaus would throw out his arms to catch in case he fell, but Isadora always helped him regain his balance as they went up. Sunny remained asleep, snoozing against Klaus’s chest, her tiny fingers balled into loose fists, sometimes running over each other or moving to stroke the fabric of the straps binding her to Klaus’s bag. Once in a while she kicked a small foot, and Klaus would smile a little and stroke her arm to calm her down a bit.

When Duncan finally announced that they were almost there, leaning against his heavily-breathing sister, Violet said, “Should we know anything about the Squalors?”

“We don’t even know much, we were only here for a day.” Isadora muttered. “But Mr Squalor is pretty nice and- and he seems to be easy to trick. We’ll hope he answers the door, you hide behind it when it swings open. I’ll distract him with something and Duncan will let you in. Then you just need to quietly follow us.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Violet nodded. “We’ll swipe some shit from the kitchen if we pass, too.”

“I’ll wake Sunny so she doesn’t wake up and cry while we’re trying to hide.” Klaus said. He shook Sunny’s arm a little, and when the toddler finally blinked open her eyes, he said, “Hey, Sun. We’re almost there, it’s quiet time, okay?”

Sunny nodded and shut her eyes again, trying to fall asleep again, just as they finally reached the top floor. Isadora and Duncan waved them behind the door, before Isadora knocked. She waited, bouncing on the balls of her feet, while Duncan yawned and tried to catch his breath.

The door finally swung open, almost hitting the Baudelaires. They heard a man gasp. “Quagmires! Why, I didn’t expect to see you here back so soon! Is everything going okay at school?”

“It’s going great, Mr Squalor.” Isadora said, plastering a smile on her face that she’d picked up from Violet at Prufrock. “We’re on break, though, and we weren’t sure where else to go. Can we-?”

“Of course, of course! Come in, I’ll prepare you an aqueous martini!”

“I can’t have alcohol.” Duncan said, as the Quagmires walked into the penthouse. “Not after the Incident.”

The door swung shut, and Klaus stepped out, glancing around at the walls around them.

“Klaus? We should probably stay put, in case he opens the door again.” Violet whispered.

Klaus, though, stepped out farther, and then said, “Violet, Sunny, I have a weird question.”

“Yeah?”

“How many elevators were there in the lobby?”

Violet shut her eyes, pulling out her ribbon and wrapping back her hair as she remembered. “Just the one.”

“Unus.” Sunny nodded in agreement.

“Okay,” Klaus said, “But there’s one elevator door there,” he pointed to the right wall, “And one there.” and then he pointed to the left.

Violet narrowed her eyes, and then stepped out beside him. “Well,” she said, “Considering where the elevator doors were in the lobby, it’d be those.” she gestured to one pair. “Maybe the second one only goes down halfway?”

“Why would they only have an elevator that goes halfway?” Violet said.

“Gud,” Sunny said, which meant, “And why is there a button pointing up? Aren’t we on the top floor?”

Her siblings jumped, and then looked to the panel beside the elevator doors. Indeed, there was an arrow pointing up.

“Only one way to find out.” Klaus shrugged.

He moved to the panel, and then Sunny squealed, “Elisha!” which meant something like, “Can I press the button? Please!”

Klaus giggled. “Okay. Press with your knuckles to avoid germs.”

Sunny did so, laughing as the button pressed under her tiny hand.

The doors opened, and Violet and Klaus moved to the doors, glancing down into a pitch-black darkness, darker than the stairs. As soon as their eyes adjusted, Violet said, “There’s no elevator here. No ropes, no looped belt, push-button console, electromagnetic braking system- not even an enclosed platform.”

“So it’s ersatz.” Klaus said.

“Why would you need an ersatz elevator?” Violet asked.

“Secret passage.” Klaus answered immediately.

“And why would you need a secret passage?”

“Secret organization.”

“Would explain how the Quagmires ended up at Prufrock.”

“So we’re gonna live off some VFD idiots without their knowledge, huh?”

Violet and Klaus shared a look, and as Sunny pressed the button to close the door again, they smiled. “This is gonna be so fun.” Violet giggled.

After a moment, the penthouse door opened, and Duncan ushered them in.

#asoue #asoue au #asoue netflix #a series of unfortunate events #runaway baudelaires au #the ersatz elevator #asoue fanfiction #mine #my fanfic

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recurring-polynya · 4 years

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Fake Writing/Art Update 2/26/2020:

Uhhhhh I forgot to do an update this week because I didn’t do anything. I guess I redrew one of my bunny drawings that I wasn’t happy with. I’m thinking about my next fic, but not too hard, just trying to let it roll around in my brain. Been posting random junk on Tumblr ‘cause that’s what I feel like these days.

What I DO want to talk about is that is I went to see Mike Doughty with my bestie (whom I will refer to as “L”) and it was L I T. It was so, so, so strange and we loved it all.

First of all, I think a dude tried to hit on me while we were waiting to go in, because I was talking about the time I saw Procol Harum open for Jethro Tull. This never happens to me, and now that I think about it, it was especially weird because you have to understand that L is, like, a stone-cold 11, and I am a 6 at best. [Note: I sound like a cool person when I talk about concerts I have been to, this is a weird illusion, I am absolutely not a cool person]

We had really good seats-- it was at a place where you sit and can get food and drinks and Mike Doughty was just... like... right there? So, for the first set, he and his band come out and they’re wearing garbage man jumpsuits and neon ski masks, and they just jammed for 40 minutes. Sometimes Mike would pull his ski mask up over his face so he could sing better, but then it was really obvious that he couldn’t see. And when I say sing, I mean he would mumble some random words like, “the Weather Channel” or “Sea Creatures” or “Sylvia Plath” ten or twelve times into the mic. L, who is a huge M. Doughty fan, declared all of this “the most Mike Doughty shit I have ever seen.” Apparently, this is a shtick they do, where they call themselves “BABY MEN” and pretend to be their own opening band?

They took a little break and came back in a bit dressed more normally. Mike plays the guitar and he also had Andrew “Scrap” Livingston on the electric cello/bass and drummer Stephen Chopek. I have to say, the combination of these three instruments is just amazing. I love deeper pitched instruments (I used to play the trombone and tuba myself in high school although I was balls at both). I am not good at talking about music, but their ability to just play these weird little scraps and beats and then Mike would sing a line in certain way and it just wrenches your heart straight right out of your chest. I generally prefer produced over live music, but the amount of control these guys had over their sound, their ability to mess around with tempo and BLAH! I am not good with words! So good! My dingdang heart! I died and came back to life at least three times! I love the electric cello/bass!

They also had a thing where, I guess when you bought tickets, you could ask a question about the future, and Mike would... ask The Future. It is what it sounds like. One guy, Todd B., which they insisted on pronouncing “Todd-buh” asked what he would be doing in 50 years, and Mike Doughty told him that he would be trapped in this music venue, outside of the normal flow of time. Mike would be trapped with him, and they would stare at each other forever. I believe all this is true and Mike Doughty cursed this man to be frozen in time while we all sat there hoping he was going to play “Busting Up a Starbucks.”

Did he, gentle reader? Play “Busting Up a Starbucks”? He did. He also played “Super Bon Bon,” a song which is special to me for the extremely specific reason that it was used as the backdrop for a SomethingAwful gif compilation known as “Judohobo” and one of the ways that I knew my and L were gonna be besties was because I said something flip about “the Judohobo song” once, and she replied “Oh, Super Bon Bon by Mike Doughty” and prior to that, I did not know she was a Goon OR a Mike Doughty fan. Neither of us were actually true Goons, but that was a formative moment in our friendship, so this was Very Special to Us. Also, watching a human sing Super Bon Bon in real time is... wow. Mike did not play my favorite of his songs (Madeline and Nine, which I think I have mentioned approximately 1000 times on this website), BUT he did play my SECOND favorite song, the Bells. This was also very special because L is a girl in sales and marketing and also “They say you snooze you lose/Well I have snost and lost” is a perfect lyric and now I have heard it sung live.

I had not gone to see live music in a really long time and also, it’s been a long time since I’ve gone out without my husband and L is my extremely close together friend and she asked me special if I would go with her and I was super anxious about it, but we had a lovely time and I felt really super good about it all weekend. This was definitely in the top 3 concerts I have ever been to (up there with seeing Great Big Sea, who were probably my favorite band at the time and I literally knew all the words to every song they sang). I am really blessed.

Oh, and afterward, I learned on wikipedia that Mike Doughty’s solo career only took off after he met Dave Matthews at Bonnaroo in 2004 and that was the year I went to Bonnoroo, I could have been waiting in line to buy a vegan burrito behind Mike Doughty, and I had just told L my story about how we went to Golden Corral on the way home from Bonnaroo, life is weird and good and I hope Mike D. and Todd B. are having a good time staring at each other, staring at each other, in this, the first days of forever.

#writing update #art update #mike doughty update

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ackerdude · 5 years

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Summary: A conversation that took place the night Natsu stayed with Lucy after he returned from his year-long training mission.

Rating: G | Word Count: 2,635

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A/N: I’m finally cross-posting this from AO3, it always seems more difficult to get everything right here on Tumblr.

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Lucy leans on the doorframe of the threshold between her bedroom and her living room. She smiles softly at the picture before her; a rose-haired man snoring loudly on a couch much too small for him, laying on his side curled up in a ball in a way that couldn’t be comfortable. A blue cat is draped across his shoulders, tangled up in his scaly scarf, acting somewhat like a blanket to the feline.

Lucy wipes a silent tear away from her face. The fondness she feels in her heart is nearly overwhelming as she takes in the sight. She can’t even form words to describe how much she missed the two of them this past year.

When Natsu left, the feeling of betrayal was indescribable. She lost her partner, her nakama, and the one person she was supposed to able to count on no matter what.

Although he said in his letter he was going to be back, after everything that had happened with Tartaros and the dragons, she couldn’t believe he just up and left with nothing more than a note.

On top of that, she was the one who had to tell the rest of the guild the dragonslayer was gone.

Not long after, the guild disbanded.

If losing Natsu hurt, losing the guild was devastating. The loss she felt was almost tantamount to the pain she experienced when her mother died. She lost her family for the second time and there was nothing she could do about it

The sound of shuffling and a groggy voice bring her out of her thoughts. “Lucy?”

Lucy can see Natsu blinking sleepily as he tries to sit up, impeded by a sleeping ball of blue fur. He gently removes the snoozing cat from his shoulders before sitting up and placing him on the pillow he’d been using. Happy stirs for only a moment before curling back up in Natsu’s scarf and placing his head on his paws.

“What’s wrong?” Natsu stretches for a moment, and Lucy quickly averts her eyes from his flexing arms. Now is not the time to be ogling his muscles.

Lucy bites her lip as she looks away. “Nothing Natsu. I was just thinking.”

She hears him get up from the couch, the wooden floor squeaking a little bit under his weight.

She looks back at him to see he’s standing right in front of her, his head cocked to the side as his eyes roam her face. Lucy tries her best to hold his gaze, but he’s always had a way of analyzing her that made her feel like she was under a microscope. She can’t help but squirm a little bit.

As dense as he is, Natsu has always had a way of reading her emotions like a book; well, emotions that didn’t involve him. When it came to romance, Natsu had a lot to learn. Anyone with eyes could see how Lucy felt about him; even Happy made comments now and then.

And if there had been doubt in anyone’s minds before, Lucy’s reaction when Natsu left was proof enough. She had been utterly heartbroken.

Lucy can feel her heart fluttering nervously as his intense gaze searches her face. He’s close; close enough for her to feel the usually comforting heat that consistently radiates from him. She wants to lean into him, but resists.

“No, something’s wrong,” he reaches up to grip her chin between his thumb and forefinger, and brings his face closer to hers. His eyebrows furrow as he continues to look at her. “You’ve been crying.”

She tries desperately not to flush at their close proximity, but begins to feel her face warm and her eyes sting as she realizes he knows she’s upset.

She tries to turn her head out of his grip, but he moves his hand from her chin to her face, wiping an escaping tear that runs down her cheek.

Natsu’s eyes widen when her tears keep coming, and tugs her into a hug without hesitation.

Being in Natsu’s arms only makes it worse. His comfort, something she hasn’t had in nearly a year, only makes her realize how long it has been. He’s so warm, and his smoky scent makes her overwhelmingly nostalgic. She doesn’t want to let him go as she fists her hands in the back of his shirt.

He draws back a little bit, both hands gripping her upper arms. She opens her mouth to protest, but he takes her hand, leading her back in to her room. He shuts the door softly so not to wake the sleeping cat in the next room.

They both go to sit on the edge of her bed. Natsu takes her hand again, placing it in his lap. His dark green eyes plead with her before he speaks again.

“Please tell me what’s wrong, Lucy. Something about you has been off since I got here. Why are you crying?” he asks softly as he runs a thumb over her knuckles. “I hate seeing you cry.”

Lucy sighs deeply, wiping some of the tears from her face with the hand not in Natsu’s grasp.

It’s hard for her to look at him. It’s hard for her to look up into his too-innocent eyes and be upset with him. It’s too hard to hold onto her anger when she knows he doesn’t realize he is the one who caused her to get so upset.

How can she be angry when he just doesn’t know the effect he has on her?

“Why did you leave, Natsu?” The question comes suddenly and without her permission, but she can’t take it back.

“What?” he asks with a small frown. It’s clear he’s confused by the question, hadnt been expecting it.

She’s about to say ‘nothing,’ to ask him to forget it, but the sudden pull of resentment in her belly won’t let her.

“I mean,” she bites out, “Why did you leave Magnolia? Why did you leave Fairy Tail? Why did you leave your entire family behind without so much as giving them a way to contact you? Why did you leave me?”

Tears that had momentarily stopped begin to fill her eyes against her will, but like hell she’ll let them fall while she’s trying to get answers from him.

“Do you have any idea what that did to me? You left me with just a note. No real explanation, no way of knowing where you were or if you were alright. You just left.

“Why?” she emphasizes, and he leans back a little bit when she looks up at him. Tears aren’t the only thing in her eyes now. They’re filled with hurt and anger too. He’s never seen her like this and doesn’t know how to tread carefully. He takes his hand out of hers to fiddle with his hair.

“I-I-I…” Natsu stammers out, but closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in order to compose himself before trying to answer her questions. But he doesn’t know where to start. “Wh-Where is this coming from, Lucy? I don’t understand.” He truly doesn’t.

“’Where is this coming from’?” Lucy repeats, and Natsu’s eyes widen as he realizes he just made a huge mistake. He watches her take in a deep breath.

“I’ve lost everything, Natsu,” she whispers to him in a deadly voice. As scary as she looks though, Natsu can still see the tears shining in her eyes. “I lost you, Aquarius, and the entire guild, my family, all in a matter of weeks. I had my life completely ripped out from under me, and then suddenly, after a whole year, you’re back. No warning, no notice. You literally just blew up the stadium, beat up a few wizards to the point of incapacitation, and then expected to be welcomed back again like nothing happened. After all that time, you’re just here again and I don’t know what to do.”

With her final words, her head falls into her hands. She hadn’t realized how true the last sentence was. She has no idea what to do with the maelstrom of feelings whirling inside her, and doesn’t know what to do about the clueless, pink-haired dragonslayer currently sitting on her bed, staring at her with wide eyes.

All the reeling thoughts in her head have gotten to be too much; she can’t keep trying to stay composed. The pressure built up inside of her bursts as she finally lets her tears fall.

Without hesitation Natsu scoots closer to her on the bed. He places an arm around her shoulder, pulling her to him in a way that would allow him to wrap his other arm around her waist. He hugs her tightly, and after tensing for only a second, Lucy finds herself clutching at his shirt.

She lets herself cry over all of her losses for the first time since the guild disbanded.

After a while, Lucy’s sobs quiet down to hiccups. As he soothingly rubs her back, Natsu feels like she’s calmed down enough for him to speak.

“I-I didn’t know about Aquarius.”

“No,” Lucy says softly, face still buried in his shoulder. “And you couldn’t have. No one knows, I never told anyone. It was my burden to bear, no one else’s. They didn’t need to know.”

Natsu pushes her away from him abruptly and she draws in a sharp breath at the loss of his warmth. She can see fire in his eyes as he speaks.

“How can you say that Lucy?” Natsu asks fiercely, “The guild is family, family is supposed to help you through hard times! You should’ve known you could trust them when you needed the support!”

“Of all people, you can’t say that to me, Natsu!” Lucy bursts, standing up from the bed and throwing her hands up in the air. “You can keep saying you left Magnolia to go train, or get stronger, or whatever crap you said in your letter, but we both know you left because Igneel—”

Natsu stands up just as quickly, both hands finding her shoulders and gripping tightly, cutting her off.

“Don’t, Lucy.”

She pushes his hands off of her before jabbing a finger into his chest. She stands up on her toes in order to better look him in the eyes. “You were running, Natsu,” she snaps at him. “You were running away because you didn’t think you could lean on your guild mates when you needed them. You—“

“I didn’t want to burden you all even more with problems that didn’t concern you!” he all but shouts back, leaning in closer to her face.

She’s startled when she sees a stray tear fall down his cheek, but he turns so she can’t see his face. He takes a few steps away from her, and she immediately feels guilty for bringing up his father.

“What happened to Igneel…” he begins, softly this time, almost like all the fight has drained from him. “After he died, I needed space and time to think. I’d been searching forever for him, and then all of the sudden he’s in front of me, fighting, after fourteen years.”

Natsu lets out a large sigh, running a hand through his bangs before sitting back down on Lucy’s bed. Lucy cautiously sits down next to him, having calmed down a bit, hoping to every deity out there that he isn’t angry at her for yelling at him. She gently takes his hand and breathes out a quiet sigh of relief when he doesn’t pull away.

“And then, just as quickly as he appeared, he’s gone again. But this time it’s different.” He shakes his head as if trying to clear his thoughts, and Lucy tightens her grip on his hand. “This time he really is gone. There’s no more wondering what happened or searching for any clues to where he might be. He’s dead. I dedicated so much of my life looking for him, and all that time was wasted. It was completely pointless.”

He looks up at her, and this time he lets her see the anguish filling his eyes. Her heart breaks for him as she lays her head on his shoulder. She feels him place his cheek on top of her hair.

“I felt like I lost everything in that moment, Lucy. I didn’t know what to do, so I took the coward’s way out and left.”

After a few moments of silence, Lucy finally finds her voice to speak. “I would’ve gone with you, you know,” she says softly.

She feels him puff out a small exhale of soft laughter against her hair and can hear the small smile in his voice when he speaks. “I know you would have, but this was something I needed to work through on my own without someone constantly on my back about it.”

Lucy nods against his shoulder. “I understand,” she tells him, “And I forgive you… but I’m still mad at you,” she adds.

For a minute he pauses, seeming like he was just going to let the moment pass in companionable silence. But then a grin begins to take over Natsu’s face. “But Luuuucyyyy,” he whines, and suddenly he’s tipping them back; he lands on one of the pillows, and her head bonks against his chin as he brings her closer to him.

She places a hand on his chest in order to steady herself. She readjusts to where they are both laying comfortably in her bed, her head on his chest and his arm around her shoulder. His warmth seeps into her bones as he presses against her side.

“What can I do to make you not mad at me anymore?” His tone is that of a petulant child, but the way he breathes it in her ear has her heart fluttering in her chest.

“I don’t know, Natsu,” she says as she rolls over so that more of her body is pressing into him. He’s just so warm, and she’s starting to feel sleepy. “Rain check? I’ll let you know as soon as I think of something.”

He chuckles softly before burying his nose in her hair, tightening his grip around her. She can’t help but smile at the sound of his laughter, a sound she missed so much. She feels utterly content in his arms.

They are both silent for a few minutes, and Natsu is sure she’s asleep, but the low sound of her voice breaks him out of his own groggy state. He deeply inhales her comforting scent as she speaks.

“You know,” Lucy begins, and Natsu can feel her fingers tracing absent-minded circles across his stomach as she talks. “All those years you spent searching for Igneel weren’t a waste of time. I never would have met you in Hargeon if you hadn’t been looking for him. I never would’ve joined Fairy Tail, I never would’ve become your partner, and I never would have found my true family. It may be selfish, but I’m so glad you were looking for him that day, Natsu.”

For a moment he is speechless, but then a broad grin takes over Natsu’s features. He reaches to grasp the hand Lucy has on his stomach, the one with the guild mark she still bears, and holds on tightly.

“I am too, Lucy,” he says quietly, and brings her hand up to his mouth to place a light kiss on her mark.

“I can’t believe Fairy Tail is gone,” she whispers, sleep heavy in her voice. She probably won’t remember this conversation in the morning, Natsu thinks. Natsu moves her hand from his lips, placing it back on his chest. He places a soft kiss to her hair as he speaks. “I know, Lucy. And we’ll get it back. I promise.”

#fairy tail #fairy tail fanfic #nalu #nalu fanfic #natsu x lucy

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melodramaticarting · 5 years

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My first fanfic on Tumblr! This is for an anime called Bungou Stray Dogs. I’m a little obsessed with the character called Osamu Dazai in it. He’s named after a real life author, and his power “No Longer Human” is named after one of the guy’s works, which I read for research purposes.

After getting an image in my head (concept art picture above this text), this is my take on some thoughts/diary entry things Dazai has on different things other characters have said to him so far. Spoiler alerts for the anime and manga, which is all I've gone through for now.

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Life Had a Meaning?

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No Longer Human. Hah, I was never human.

Other than surviving for as long as possible (a human’s common sense), there’s very little meaning to life for me. I am a creature…that is somewhat emotionally deprived, generally speaking. I knew that much. The term was…psychopath, I think? An old man I tortured said that to me once. Most people set values and goals in life because of a feeling called “I want this to happen” has urged them to do so.

Allow me to present my resume. The world is my oyster. I am cunning and uninhibited by the laws of common men. I am dedicated and relentless with virtually no emotional fatigue if there is a goal. My record of “136 murders, 312 cases of extortion, 625 cases of fraud, along with various other sundry crimes” should prove these points if nothing else. Or did I really do those things for a reason in the first place?

So tell me.

What exactly is the point of living? I can own the world around me, destroy it, nip it’s buds and watch it re-grow in morbid fascination, but it wouldn't even be worth the work put in for it. Logically speaking.

Why does it matter? Is it because someone assigned the act of living a value?

“...man fears death and yet, at the same time, man is drawn to death… It is a singular event in one’s life that none may reverse.”

I wanted to unravel the secret in that phrase. I thought it would give me reason to live if I solved it’s puzzle, so I decided to use life for it instead. It became my raison d’etre, for death. That which has evaded me to this day. Successful suicide has proved to be a long-term project I must put everything into. And sadly, In the meantime, I’ll have to live. Ah, how I want to sleep till the end of the world like a log instead. The physical pain suicide attempts usually give me aren't that nice. As opposed to what everyone thinks, I’m just used to it.

The pain of drowning in your own blood when your lungs are punctured by bullets, it gives a burning sensation like your chest is on fire. The pain of involuntarily gasping for air when they don’t fill up because it’s leaking at the same time. The pain of actual water flooding your lungs when you drown in a river, when you can’t fight the involuntary response of your mouth opening to breathe anymore. The nausea that takes over your head when low blood pressure settles in, because you lost too much blood. Your body fights when you tell it to stop wasting effort, so you just let it. Then it gets excited all on it’s own, pumping blood more fiercely than ever to keep you awake and functioning. Sometimes weird things pop up, like that “life flashing before your eyes” thing. I just see a hole most of the time though.

It’s like an alarm clock you can’t snooze, so annoying. Then it gets really, really cold. I totally can’t stand those things. Just like that GSS Soldier who attacked Randou-san. I asked him if he wanted me to cut it short. Even though it was more than he deserved. I thought I’d be kind, but Chuuya stopped me.

Oh…right. A human doesn't think like this. I must carefully manage my persona on display. Like that scene I staged for him when we went to rescue Q in one of The Guild’s basements. I threw the knife down and muttered a logical half-hearted excuse for not killing him, like keeping myself valuable to the mafia. In truth I could already think of so many other ways to achieve the same effect, but one must be tactful when playing human. A moment of giddiness bubbled across the surface of my sinful pride as Chuuya said, “how naïve. Your goody two-shoes act also puts me off.”

Despite practicing over ten thousand hours, I've yet to achieve true mastery. Dogs can still sniff me out if I don’t keep them occupied, even the occasional human that acts like one. When someone comes close enough scratch the surface, they see The Hole, and they run in fear. I am a hopeless cannibal, serving this bottomless pit that will never be satisfied. If only I could find something that could fill it up.

“You told me that you might find a reason to live if you lived in world of violence and bloodshed..”

My hand slipped off the edge. No, don’t talk about that Odasaku. Now’s not the time.

“I did, but who cares-“ The edges of the hole are further crumbling away. Didn't that man see it?

“You won’t find it.”

…What are you saying, Odasaku? That’s not true. Don’t tell me that. It’s not. You’re wrong, Odasaku, please be wrong. Stop it.

“You must know that already. Whether you’re on the side who kills people, or the side who saves people. Nothing beyond what you expect will appear. Nothing in this world can fill that lonely hole you have. You will wander the darkness for eternity.”

What are you doing? You’re scaring me. I’m shaking. No. Stop. Stop digging this hole more. Stop making It bigger.

“…What should I do?” An inhuman voice is crying to the sky. Is it mine?

“Be on the side that saves people. If both sides are the same, become a good man. Save the weak, protect the orphans. Neither good nor evil means much to you, I know... but that would at least be a little more beautiful...”

“How do you know?” I stopped trying to mend the edge. A pit so deep, there’s not even blood.

“Of course I know. I know better than anyone.”

Does a monster have to be alone forever? Can they be with others?

“Because…I am your friend.” I had a hole in me too.

“Your methods…your sadistic way of hollowing out your enemies’ heart…Your blood…is Mafia black, more so than anyone else’s in this country.” Higuchi sounded so cold when she said that. I just wanted to share myself and connect sincerely with others, just like Kenji. People always ended up confessing their hearts to him, didn't they? It was just the same thing.

But it’s alright, she doesn't have to understand. Odasaku taught me that day already. Monsters could make friends, too.

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One day I found a guide. Someone who had been where I am, and he found a way out. He told me how.

I didn't cry when he died, because only humans cry. I've long been disqualified as a human, but I’ll take a look at where he pointed. He gave me a new direction.

…maybe a reason to live, too.

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“Nakajima Atsushi-kun, do you know whose grave this is?”

“No, but it’s someone dear to you right?” Did he just mean sentimentality? An emotion reserved for humans?

“…Why do you think that?”

“I've never seen you visit a grave after all.”

“Does it look like I’m visiting a grave?” Am I acting like a human?

“It does…why?”

…He’s just like a dog.

“Was it someone you loved?”

Haha, what a naïve face. Great for molding. I've been trying to do that. A little differently than my hellhound back at Port Mafia. My little kouhai that is strongest when he is chasing after me. Like a beast, without a single care for dignity. Another reason I left the mafia.

What? I didn't just leave because Odasaku told me to. No, even my tolerance had a limit sometimes. Mori sacrificed my friend to get a Gifted Business Permit (I do acknowledge it was a logical course of action.) All I could see from then on was a piece of paper dyed in his blood, that would stain my hands forever, if I stayed. That would be a liability for me in the future. I also placed a bomb in Chuuya’s car before leaving.

Exploited Ango to erase all my past crimes on paper.

Severed the connection between the accelerometer and Ango’s airbag to make sure he landed within an inch of death.

Just a little exchange to clarify personal boundaries between old friends. A natural course of friendship. Then there were the women, right. I didn't know what to do with the women.

“I’m gonna send your address to every woman you've left crying.”

I think real fear struck me for a moment. Chuuya…sometimes I think he’s a woman too. He fucks like one.

He also…doesn't leave me alone like one.

“Enemy of all women!!” His name-calling that night reverberated in my head for a while.

As a mentor, I love both Atsushi-kun and Akutagawa equally, but they just couldn't be raised the same way. It would be best he didn't realize, but I do wonder sometimes why Akutagawa doesn’t understand that. His strength is best brought out by pulling out the rug beneath him. He developed an intense desire to survive in his childhood days, and I attached that to a leash (what good is training a dog that you can’t control?). A pathological need for approval from me. It’s like a drug that makes his growth self-sufficient. Atsushi-kun on the other hand, needed a warm and loving environment. He’s too paralyzed by trauma.

When Atsushi-kun asked me how he should feel about the headmaster’s death, I repeated what I most commonly saw. “When someone’s father passes away, they will cry.” (The only death that ever arrested my conscious for more than a moment was Odasaku’s. I can only say it made the hole bigger, which I didn't know how to explain in words.)

Another reason being his first teacher already having taken up residence in that part of his heart, where his abuse carved out a gaping cavern. It would be unwise to compete for the same space, or use the same paralyzing trauma as a motivational device. Atsushi-kun’s fragile mentality requires my daily presence right now, but I do see him improving as time goes by. In a way he’s actually stronger than Akutagawa because of that.

“Victory is yours, Atsushi-kun.” I remember how his face lighted up at those words. I was right. “Your spirit prevails, and this city is saved.”

And with that setup, Akutagawa will crash at him repeatedly for me, and Atsushi-kun will always stop him. Iron sharpening iron, meaning I have less work to do. There’s too much to prepare for before judgment day, I can only nurture so many soldiers at the same time. Especially if they’re in two different organizations that can butt heads anytime. I even have to take care of the toys around Atsushi-kun to make sure they don’t break.

Kyouka-chan was so distressed because she killed thirty-five people, so I gave her some inspiring pep-talk—and compared her case with Atsushi-kun. I couldn’t let her know how many people I've killed. How annoying. I reminded myself again it was for Atsushi-kun’s growth. Raising him was essential in the quest Odasaku guided me to ---save people. To save myself.

“People exist to save themselves...”

Can I believe Odasaku had a feeling called “care” for me, and I for him? Did we need to be certified humans for that?

“A mafia member who doesn't kill...huh,” Odasaku…are you telling me I’m in the right place? Were you leading me to Atsushi-kun? Hah…if only you could see this. He even made the hellhound I trained swear off killing for six months. That’s so incredible. You were right. Being on the side that saves people just might be way more beautiful.

A/N: Yes, I researched how people die and what it feels like in case you’re wondering.

#bungoustraydogs #nakajimaatasushi #osamudazai #anime #manga #fanart #nakaharachuuya #dazai #fanfic #no longer human

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Next we cut to this adorably cute Edd snoozing.

Okay, time to gush. Look at that cute, little smile! He is so content right now. Edd finds that it wasn’t so bad sleeping out in the wilderness.

Until an atrocious smell enters his nostrils.

FRICKEN’ ADORABLE!!

So, there has to be a backstory for how the Eds ended up this way during the night.

First thing I’d like to point out is the way Edd and Eddy are positioned. Eddy was clearly trying to sleep on top of that uncomfortable rock. I’m not sure where Edd was going to make his bed for the night but I’d like to think he would have made it around the fireflies.

This scene has so many what if moments. Even though the confession scene ended up getting cut it doesn’t mean that the friends didn’t have a serious talk when we cut away from them.

This little moment is also a callback to when the Eds used to playfully dog pile on one another.

The dog pile is my favorite thing about the Eds friendship and I’m so sad that it disappeared in the later half of the series. The dog pile signified how close they are as friends. That’s why they don’t do it as much in the later series. Their friendship was starting to go down the drain, but stayed together no matter what.

I love fanfiction that writes about what could have happened during this scene. Eddy is afraid of the dark and he’s gone through one of the biggest emotional journeys out of the three. Edd has his hand placed in comforting way near Eddy. Maybe Eddy got scared of the dark during the night and set himself up closer to the fireflies.

They’re caught in a vulnerable situation. The Eds have hit so many emotional points during the day. Heck, they’ve faced emotional moments every day in their lives with how they’re treated among the kids and at home. Each Ed does not have the best home life. Right now, they’re totally alone away from the unhappiness.

The fight is obviously on their minds and Eddy is feeling guilty about everything. He is the one who lead his friends out here with no food, money, or way of communication. None of them are worrying about their parents. Still, I feel that Eddy is going through more of an emotional journey inside his head.

I remember this wonderful fanfiction story, which is sadly gone from Tumblr, that takes place during this scene. Bro has infested Eddy’s mind making him unable to think. Edd finds the bawling Eddy and tries to talk to him. Eddy accepts a hug but doesn’t speak about what is bothering him having difficultly himself in trying to understand his brother and why he is this way. @ruru-ainulindale I have complimented your story about a million times, but it was truly one of the best first Ed, Edd n Eddy fanfictions I could ever read. I really hope you find it some day and repost it.

Eddy had a chance to warn Ed and Edd about Bro but chose to lie. He is still in denial. Eddy believes that maybe his mind made up memories about Bro abusing me. He was only five years old when Bro left. Children start to remember memories around the age of three. Eddy’s parents are quite sensitive around the situation knowing Bro affected Eddy.

Following the deleted confession scene there would have been a clay animated nightmare after Ed feeds his friends expired gravy. That’s another reason why the Eds may have ended up in a huddle. They were terrified of the nightmare and instinctively gathered together. They’re safe when they’re together.

Big Picture Show was the ultimate test for their friendship. It rekindled their friendship. The Eds learn how to trust again and they don’t need the kids. They only need each other.

“Good Lord!”

Edd freaks out that Ed’s bottom has been resting against his head for who knows how long. He never says anything about resting on top of Eddy’s head.

Perfect Edd expression.

Poor Eddy gets crushed by Ed.

“Icky!”

“Yucky!”

“Foul!”

“Oh, who am I kidding? I just slept in my clothes.”

That’s Edd’s only complaint?

Not, he’s isn’t able to take his routinely morning shower? Isn’t going to have his routinely crumpet? Isn’t continuing to freak out that he slept in the dirt all night?

I know this series mainly tends to be about Eddy’s journey, but Edd goes through powerful growth. He slowly gets over his fear of germs along with the traumatizing event that happened in his past. Seeing that the mud never hurt him makes Edd realize that maybe there is nothing to fear after all. This whole experience helped Edd’s own personal growth. Not just his journey in Big Picture Show but across the whole series. His character has developed from the shy, immature, kid he was in season 1 to someone who takes risks.

Depending how ones interprets where his OCD came from his parents must have a part Edd’s strange habits. And they take full advantage of that. What parent wants their son to clean the phone? Or turn away denying their son any entry to their room? And may I even mention the ‘don’t touch yourself’ sticky note?

Edd has no freedom. He was practically held prisoner in his room until Ed and Eddy came along freeing him and making him explore the world.

He’s so done with his fears of germs. After spending a night out in the wilderness Edd isn’t harmed.

I’ll say it one hundred times but the confession scene should have been a part of the movie. Edd has been holding on to guilt his whole life making it hard for him to live. We all have our own different interpretations about Edd but I think he wears a mask to cover his insecurities. Edd is smart beyond his years. No, that is not a mask. But, do you think Edd understand half of the substantial vocabulary he uses?

Friendship is more important then a little fear. His parents could have been the ones to tell him that germs weren’t something to fear. Instead they ignore Edd. Edd realizes how important his friends are to him as they encourage him to be a better person. This journey has helped Edd reconnect with his friends and himself.

I love this tender little moment where Edd sets the fireflies free.

He has an admiration for nature.

Everything deserves to be free.

Eddy is being suffocated as Ed continues to sleep.

“GET OFF!” Eddy screams immediately kicking Ed into the air.

I wonder if this was a trigger moment for Eddy.

He wakes up and he’s surrounded by darkness. With Ed’s body crushing against his own it makes breathing difficult for Eddy.

We have a weather update! Ed’s are falling from the sky this morning!

The pause button is the greatest invention ever made.

“We should have stayed at that motel,” Eddy groans rubbing his soar back.

Eddy looks the most unrested out of the three boys.

As I was saying this night was the most difficult for him. He’s leading his friends to no where and they may actually find this brutal person who always caused him pain. What’s going to happen today?

Suddenly the ground starts shaking violently. Oh no! Earthquake??!

Say, that scenario would make a pretty good fanfic.

Wonderful animation sequence!

Just when I thought Eddy would escape this without a scratch.

(GROWL!!)

“Yup. Belly’s empty.”

This is the only mention on how hungry one of the Eds is. Well, Edd did point out that he was peckish when he was offered the jelly beans in the gag factory. Still, I’m proud of these boys for choosing mind over matter.

#ed edd n eddy #eene fanfiction #ed edd n eddy big picture show #EddEddy #eene #Ed #Edd #Eddy #the eds #eene deleted scene #character analysis #eene analysis #Eddy's Brother #Edd's Parents

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fourangers · 7 years

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Rite of passage

Rating: M

Summary: Every day, he faced the same rhythm, the same pace that lulled his body to join all that dull reality in this life. In a sudden drastic decision, Sasuke decided to travel, meeting someone that would change his life.

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Itinerary 1

Waking up. Brush your teeth. Wash your face. Eat breakfast. Go to work. Work. Lunch. Work all day. Go home. Cook dinner. Take a bath. Watch TV. Go to bed.

Then he’d wake up. Brush his teeth, washing his face. Take a bath and eat breakfast. Work work work. Go home. Stare at the ceiling. Eat dinner. Go to bed.

Wake up. Brush his teeth. Work. Bed. Wake up. Work. Bed. Wake up. Work. Bed.

Every day, he faced the same rhythm, the same pace that lulled his body to join all that dull reality in this life.

Watching the time moving so fast, he woke up with a growing dread lumping on this throat. Another regular day ingrained his every movement, a never ending repetition. His family promised that they were planning something extraordinary for his special day, something unique–that would never snap him out of this ordinary routine.

Just the mere idea that he’d let this monotony lead his life…is unbearable.

Striding all the way from downtown, his whistle carried through the bucolic streets, empty at night. His limbs all protested from the exertion pertained the whole day, but it was a good ache, and nothing like a good rest wouldn't fix it. As he arrived at the humble looking house, he raised an eyebrow once he noticed that the door was slight ajar. He went inside, noticing a conversation:

"But you really don't have any bed left? Please help me out, this is the last place in this city and all other hostels and hotels are full."

He recognized the landlady's voice as she muttered. "I'm really sorry, but all the rooms here are booked for over a month ago."

Naruto rubbed his neck as he walked to the living room, spotting the landlady talking with a black-haired stranger. From what he could see, she looked troubled though sympathetic to that stranger's predicament. His shoulders were hunched, hands tightening on his jeans until his knuckles were white as he spoke.

"Isn't there any other way I can stay for tonight at least? I don't know, in an attic, inflatable bed, or even in some spot on the sofa? Anything. Really, you're my last hope."

She shook her head, sighing. "I don't have any vacant place for you to sleep, and the sofa I have is just too tiny for you, young man."

"The sofa is more than enough, I guarantee you."

Naruto felt it would be better if he stepped in. "How about he shared the room with me?" He waved his hand. "Oh Gloria, hi, I'm back." He took the opportunity to peruse the other man. His hair was stylized with long fringes and spiky strands on the back, sharp eyes with high cheekbones and a pale skin that practically glowed with the faint moonlight. He was the epitome of masculine elegance.

He looked roughly his age too, lean body but nowhere delicate with sturdy muscles, appearing to be his same height too. His dark eyes blinked surprised once he noticed Naruto's presence, as well as his offer to help.

The landlady responded. "Hi Naruto! Welcome back. Uh─are you sure about that?"

Naruto shrugged. "Yeah. I mean, the bed is enough for two people right, and he looks like he really couldn't find anywhere else. It's not a problem."

This time the stranger appeared a little embarrassed and apprehensive. "I didn't want to trouble anyone."

Naruto offered a mollifying grin. "Oh, it's not a trouble at all. We're both guys, it's not going to be a problem. Ok, it's late already, you need a hand to carry your luggage?"

"Wait." He held his suitcase tighter and mumbled. "Are you sure?"

Naruto rolled his eyes. "Yes I'm sure! Well Gloria, have a good night!" He tried to pick other suitcases but then realized that this man only had the one he was already holding it. Turning around, he began climbing the stairs. "Follow me, we better hit the sack as soon as possible 'cuz we're going to wake up reaaaally early."

"What do you mean by that?" Was the bewildered question.

"Oh, I assume the reason you're here is because of Procession of Corpus Christi right?" Naruto turned his head around and received a curt nod in response. "Yeah, so if you want to help them out doing the tapestries, you have to wake up roughly 3 to 4 am."

"Really?" The dark-haired man muttered as he followed behind, pausing when Naruto was fishing his keys in his pocket.

"Yeah, I can wake you up if you want." Naruto said, opening the door. "Sorry for the mess."

The other man only grunted, perusing the room. There was some unorganized spots but nothing too messy, so he placed his luggage in a corner of the room. "Thank you again for the help. I'll set my alarm by myself but I appreciate your offer."

"Sure. Hey, I gotta go take a bath, but feel free to do whatever you want ok?" He answered already fumbling on the drawer to find his boxers and sweatpants, entering the bathroom as he left the other man on his own devices.

As he was soaping his blond hair, he remembered his parents constant preaching about dangers in the outside world and there he was, sharing a room with a complete stranger. He figured he's someone who trusted people too easily.

He finished his bath, still drying his hair while he returned to his room, only to noticed that the other young man was already out of cold, sleeping cozily on one side of the bed. Shrugging, Naruto turned off the lights and soon joined in the slumber.

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Sasuke almost wanted to throw his cellphone across the room the moment his ears captured the insistent beep of the alarm. He focused in keep his mind awake, sighing as he turned on the snooze mode, just to make sure, letting a loud sigh as he stared the ceiling. The ceiling that was definitely not from his house. His eyes widened, immediately straightening up and checking his surroundings. This room that was definitely not his bedroom. And now he's in a place far away from his home, visiting a country far away from his own.

He did it. He really did it. He never assumed himself to be an impulsive man, but lo and behold, he's actually here. And sharing a bed with a complete stranger to boot.

At the admission of this information, he automatically turned around to gaze the other side of the bed, only to find an empty space. His body relaxed in response, unsure if he could face that stranger properly without permeating an awkwardness between them.

Yesterday, after relentlessly asking for an empty room in every corner of existence, his energies were completely depleted by the end of the day so he couldn't really absorb what happened last night, including his benefactor that let him share the bed. He remembered some vague features from that man, blond hair with a healthy tanned skin and a stout body. What really imprinted in his memory was his eyes; a shade of blue that almost shined in the dim room last night. Those vivid eyes exuded so much life and vigor that it left a strong impression despite his tired mind.

Sasuke figured the blond man probably already had gone to help around, leaving him alone to organize his own items.

The bathroom door suddenly opened wide. Sasuke froze.

"Oh hey! Good morning." He scratched the back of his blond hair, fumbling with the strings of his sweatpants.

Now that his brain was refreshed after a good night of sleep, with the bright lights flooding the room, Sasuke could study every etch of the sinewy muscles, broad shoulders and built torso, down to the happy trail peeking out from his pants. He immediately berated himself for staring too long.

Clearing his throat, he muttered. "Morning."

"Hope you had a nice sleep, you totally collapsed last night." Sasuke followed with his eyes as the blond man grabbed some clothes, walking back to the bathroom.

Sasuke nodded. "Thank you again for the help."

"Oh, don't mention it." The other man waved his hand in dismissal. "By the way, I don't think I caught your name, I guess you were really tired after all." He approached offering his hand.

Sasuke shook it. "I'm Sasuke."

"Oooh nice! Japanese huh? My name is Naruto." He grinned. "I'm not Japanese like you, my parents were good friends with a guy with the same name so they decided to honor him this way."

Sasuke blinked, perusing Naruto closely. Figures he'd be a chatty type, considering his boisterous nature.

"Well, nice to meet you Sasuke. We should get going soon, you have to eat Gloria's breakfast, it's fucking delicious! Crunchy bread, homemade jelly, fresh juice…you're gonna love it. I'm gonna change really quick and then we'll go." The blond man babbled excitedly, as he shut the bathroom door.

Sasuke also changed into a more comfortable clothes, with a navy t-shirt and burgundy jeans. Once Naruto was ready too, they went to the kitchen, greeting the landlady (Naruto with a cheerful voice and Sasuke with a quiet one), picking up the plates and filling it with mouth-watering food, colorful fruits, breads and biscuits.

While he was munching down his bread, he listened dutifully the landlady's rules and other details to follow while he's living in her hostel. She also gave some tips to visit Ouro Preto's landmarks, giving him a map of all the important churches he should visit, museums and so on. They bid her their goodbyes, going to the paved stone streets, the sun already peeking out from the horizon.

Despite being 4 fucking in the morning, there was surprisingly a good number of people walking around and decorating the floor. There were already several white lines that Sasuke assumed were outlines from a picture. The citizens were distributing the materials to tourists and children as they guided them out with careful instructions. This city (as well as many other across the country) had the tradition in creating beautiful tapestries, mostly made of colored sawdust and sand, to pave the way for the Procession of Corpus Christi. Ouro Preto above all has the habit of coloring almost every street, with the intricate drawings matching with the colonial architectures of their houses.

Not many could speak English, much less his mother language French but they all attempted to chat with him. Some children even approached undaunted pouring the green sawdust on the ground while they chattered nonstop, unconcerned with Sasuke's monosyllabic grunts and the language barrier, though many tried to speak some broken English with him.

An exceptionally smaller toddler began walking over the picture, kicking a little bit and disorganizing it all. One boy, in which Sasuke assumed to be his older brother, grabbed the toddler and pinched his cheek as the baby wailed loudly. Before Sasuke could panic and search for the mother of those kids, Naruto held them both and spoke with a soothing voice, walking away. The mother soon arrived flustered as she took them to another place, other children surrounded Naruto while they all chattered excitedly.

Without those kids disrupting his attention, Sasuke could focus in adding details to the picture, an elderly lady pointing out the areas and the color of the sawdust to fit in it. Soon he was sprinkling black powder to draw Jesus's eyes and nose, examining the entire picture with a satisfactory nod. The lady patted his back and he saw another man waving his arm so Sasuke spent the rest of his morning aiding the citizens with building up the colorful streets.

It's been a while he exerted physical energy that was not related to sports or gym, so the exhaustion depleting his body felt somehow invigorating instead of tiresome. Sasuke heard some loud shouts coming from somewhere and noticed that his temporary roommate was still playing with kids, some even climbed on his back, fingers laced in a tight grip around the tanned neck. He snorted, unbelieving how unhelpful Naruto was while everyone were busy creating the pictures.

However, as he finished probably the tenth tapestry or something, he realized that Naruto was distracting most rowdy kids, while the quieter ones aided him. Sometimes the blond man could even convince those children to pour some colored sand on the ground, praising when they did it correctly and ruffling their heads.

The procession was going to start soon, so everyone hurried to finish decorating, relieved sighs and jubilant shouts echoed on the streets once they ended the last picture. The once lively town slowly turned to a somber tone when they knew that the procession was getting closer, women adjusted their clothes and men took off their caps from their heads, awaiting.

A melodic ring from the church bells signalized their approaching, some murmurs between the citizens increased while they all stood on the sides of the streets. Sasuke readied his SLR camera while Naruto turned his cellphone on, alongside other people around them. From afar he saw some people holding a white tent, the ceremonial robes from the cardinal as he was holding an exquisite looking cross. Some younger acolytes were waving the censer in front of him, marching in an unhurried pace.

They reached Sasuke's point at last, even though they didn't stomp all over the tapestries, their steps still marred the pictures they have so carefully crafted. No one appeared to mind as they followed behind, Sasuke stared the face of Jesus he so painstakingly drew, now with all the colors mixing together till it couldn't be recognizable anymore.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Naruto chirped in.

Sasuke gazed back, observing the population left in the scenery returning to their usual lives, some even picked up some beer to celebrate, while the children went away to play some soccer. He muttered, feeling invigorated. "Yes. Coming here was a really worthwhile experience."

"Religious are you?"

"I'm atheist."

Blue eyes blinked wide.

Sasuke shrugged. "But I'm not going to deny the impact religion had done to civilization. It created beautiful things as well as it destroyed it, all in the name of some fictional god. Religion after all was created by humankind, and likewise will always be flawed. You can't help but to admire how it can bring the best of people as well as the worst though."

Naruto hummed, before nodding in agreement.

"Well, now that the commotion is over, it's time to explore this city. Is there any church you would recommend me to visit it first?" Sasuke inquired.

"Uh…" Naruto furrowed his eyebrows. "You didn't research first before coming over here?"

Sasuke tightened his lips. "I…bought the first ticket to Brazil the moment I decided doing this. Can't really say that I made a thorough research then, but I did study some of the Baroque architecture back when I was in college."

"You mean…you decided out of nowhere to visit here??" Naruto stared Sasuke with a mixture of surprise and admiration. Sasuke glared back. "Well…guess you got lucky you managed to find a place to sleep. All hotels and so on would be booked for months ago 'cuz of this procession."

"Yes…and again, I'm grateful for your help."

"Sure. Uh…well, since you have no idea where to go first, I'll give you a tour around the city. I've stayed here for about a month, so I guess I probably remember most of the history of each church." Naruto rubbed the back of his neck.

"Lead the way then."

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Gazing up to admire all the intricate ornaments painted in gold, Sasuke mourned the fact he couldn't take any photographs inside the church to avoid damaging the place. There was no way he was going to forget seeing all the rich details and opulent stories fixed in these gorgeous churches. Naruto proved to be a very helpful guide talking about the origin of the images as well as the artisans who crafted it.

On the course of the day, Sasuke was amazed on how easy was to talk with Naruto, as both took a fair amount of interest towards history. Long after the sun had already gone, they were still talking trying to connect main events of history in Europe with South America's, while they were strolling back to their hostel, observing the Portuguese influence on the houses and churches surrounding them.

"It's really interesting that despite having one religion in common, they would always adapt to the local culture though. It's fascinating to see this style when my country has gothic cathedrals."

"Oh? Where do you come from?" Naruto asked.

"France. My father is Japanese."

"I'm from Italy!" Naruto exclaimed. "My dad is American though. What a coincidence huh."

"Hn." Sasuke let escape a tired yawn, in which he discreetly hid with a hand on his mouth.

"Naruto!" Someone shouted, catching their attention as an old man was waving his arm. Naruto waved back as they started talking in Portuguese, Sasuke suddenly feeling offset from the conversation.

"Oh, by the way João, he's Sasuke, my roommate. He doesn't speak Portuguese and he only arrived here yesterday." Naruto said in English, as the old man and Sasuke shook hands.

"Just arrived yesterday huh?" He widened a toothy grin. "You have to try our national drink, cachaça and caipirinha! Especially the cachaça I brewed, you won't even notice the amount of alcohol it's inside since it goes so smoothly in your mouth." He picked up a small stone cup and poured the drink down, offering to Sasuke.

Sasuke accepted the cup, staring the small amount of liquid. João downed it one gulp, smacking his lips in contentment. Mentally shrugging, Sasuke figured this was probably a harmless beverage.

"Uh…Sasuke, you don't have to drink that fast since it got a very high percentage of alcohol." Naruto tried to warn, but he already drank it with gusto.

"Great!" The old man shouted. "Have another one!" He said as he poured another cup. Sasuke drank it, the sweetness and the velvety texture of the cachaça made it easy to swallow.

"Hey João, you could stop being a bad influence to foreigners whenever they visit this city." Naruto mildly complained, gazing with growing apprehension Sasuke's pale face was rapidly acquiring a pink color.

The old man huffed, pouring another cup to the dark haired man. "I've done nothing but helping them loosing up, taste some of our Brazilian culture. What's bad about it?"

"Yeah, but you don't know when to stop and hey, you." Naruto halted Sasuke from drinking another cup with a hand on his wrist. "Maybe you should stop, I mean, you're almost purple. Are you alright?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes, jerking his wrist off the tanned fingers as he drank another cup. "Of course I'm alright." He snorted, standing up from his seat and took three smooth steps forward.

Then he passed out.

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Frowning, he felt his consciousness slowly restarting, beginning from grasping the feeling of his feet, to his arms as his sense of sight and hearing were still a little bit impaired. He grunted when he noticed someone was carrying him with one arm enveloping around his back.

"Oh, you're awake? Jesus you scared the fuck outta me. I thought that maybe you had a head concussion or something like that." Naruto groused, adjusting his body to carry Sasuke better. "Hey, can you ring the bell for me, my hands are all occupied holding you, idiot."

Sasuke grumbled. "'m not an idiot."

"Ok fine, bastard."

Sasuke muttered something foul under his breath but still obeyed the blond man, and soon when Gloria opened the door, she widened her eyes with the sight of Naruto carrying a half-dead looking Sasuke.

Before she could ask anything, Naruto snorted. "He's drunk."

She shook her head in amusement as she let them inside, Naruto held Sasuke all the way through to their room, dumping unceremoniously the body on the bed.

Sasuke tried to move his upper body but a hand seized him down.

"Nuh uh. You better take a good nap right now." Naruto said, taking off Sasuke's shoes and socks.

Sasuke made an impatient noise. "Have to take a bath at leas─" His mouth then opened wide, letting a long yawn.

"You can do that tomorrow, sleep first." Naruto muttered.

"I'm ok." Sasuke assured.

"No, you're not. It's your second day here in Brazil, different time zones after all, you're still suffering from jet lag. Just sleep for no─" Naruto raised an eyebrow hearing a quiet snooze, Sasuke had already gone to dream land long before he finished his sentence.

Figures. Now where's that ramen cup he has been dying to eat since yesterday…

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"Morning Sasuke!"

Sasuke growled when he saw the blinds being opened as strong sunlight filtered through. He turned around, curling his body.

"Normally I wouldn’t bother anyone's business but it's almost afternoon so I'm bit worried if you're still alive." Naruto said. "So wake up bastard." He poked the uncooperative lump of blanket.

"Bastard. Is this nickname really going to stay, you dumbass?" Sasuke glared but Naruto merely answered with an easy smile.

"Well, if you continue to act like that, I guess I'll continue to call you as it should be."

Rolling his eyes, Sasuke shook the last remnants of his sleepiness as he stretched his arms. In some sense, he shouldn't be wasting his time idly since he didn't plan to stay in this city for too long, but he didn't want to overtax his body since that's something he had done almost his entire life.

It's nice to take it slow.

Sasuke noticed a plate near the bed containing some of the food from hostel's breakfast. Naruto probably took some for him, since the landlady said that the breakfast was open only till 10 am and it was; Sasuke glanced at his cellphone, almost 1 pm right now.

A warmth lodged in his heart and spread through his body at the admission of this fact. Naruto was still a stranger to him and yet he went all through this trouble of first offering to share the room, be his tour guide, to taking care of him despite all troubles. Sasuke contemplated.

Surely at first he planned to journey alone but it wouldn't hurt to have some company right?

"Naruto, if I'm not mistaken, you said you're also here for touristic reasons, you want to visit Brazil right?"

Naruto furrowed his eyebrows, scratching his head. "Yeah…right. Why do you ask about it?"

Also, so far those impulsive choices he had done lately had brought positive results, so why not try his luck once again then?

Sasuke raised his head. "Want to explore this country with me?"

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AN: I vowed to myself to never write fanfic anymore and here I am…once again…*sips tea deep in thought*

At first I wanted to write some quick fic to celebrate Sausage's birthday and then obviously, the plot evolved and spam out of control. I'm trying really hard not to get anxious as I'm posting this fanfic, but if you guys see that I deleted this fic, don't panic. I'll probably have to do it so I can reign my anxiety.

So anyways. Whenever I wrote a multi chap fic, I always wound up doing some sort of research and maaaaaan does it take too much of my time. It's either about architecture and Japan touristic spots, ninjutsus and the geography of Naruto world, or recipes of food. So man, I can honestly say that I got lazy this time and instead of searching for another country, I used mine. So yep. Naruto and Sasuke are traveling across Brazil woo─

The procession I'm talking about occurs yearly and they have some really nice drawings done on the streets:

Photo 1

Photo 2

I went to Ouro Preto few years ago so I have some pictures you guys can see.

Other photos here.

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Chapter 02

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