#but god forbid i not handle you SCREAMING IN MY FACE
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am i gonna put you in the book acknowledgements am i gonna be able to say your name without flinching am i ever gonna get a word in edgewise am i ever gonna recover the time i spent with you. computer virus kid; i arrived in your life already begging to be let in. somehow insecure i could even be your friend. like you had a line outside the door and we were all shifting our weight, begging.
you're so fucking good at that - at making people feel like they need to earn you, like you're a commodity none of us can afford. no kindness or careful communication could work on you - you were so good at just going-ghost, about deciding someone just wasn't cool-enough. something about that is super ironic. even the parts of it that weren't romantic felt like a romance book. i wanted you to like me so badly i scrubbed myself clean just so you'd spare me - what. your favor? a look?
okay okay okay. it's just a friendship - if it was even true that we were friends, if you even saw me as someone you trusted. on reddit someone would tell me girl literally just cut her out of your life, it's not that difficult. even i was aware of how fucked up the whole situation was. like, why the fuck do i even care about your approval? you're like, not even that fun to be around. you are often a little bit cruel.
but for almost four years of my life, i thought i had found someone like me. somebody who liked the same things i do. someone who liked to read and who liked making jokes with esoteric references and who spent maybe too much time on the internet and who was absolutely a little bit pretentious. i don't know, something about that was powerful and addictive.
i keep thinking about our last conversation. about how i said - okay, enough is enough. you pushed me too far, you really hurt my feelings.
and how you laughed and said - you think you're the victim?
#spilled ink#warm up#writeblr#she physically assaulted me and then screamed in my face#but not before sh'ing first and blaming it on me#while she was locked in my bathroom. at 1 in the morning#while i begged her to please just calm down and to try taking a deep breath and to go to sleep#and then she was like - ur just like my abuser#bc she had screamed in my face which was triggering to me and i froze like a deer in the headlights#and since i had shut down at that point evidently i was the problem child#i know she is out there telling our mutual friends i abandoned her and it makes me SO pissed off#like dude you spent so much fucking time forgiving & forgetting that your decrepit asshole of a boyfriend#pushed me down in the fucking hallway#but noooo hes <3 troubled <3 at 43 and divorced#bc according to you it's important that u don't '''see anyone as a monster''#but god forbid i not handle you SCREAMING IN MY FACE#i couldnt even get you to say sorry for crossing my original and only boundary you were like ''what did you want me to do''#babe i said 'the bf is not allowed around here he scares me and u said ur broken up with him'#that was the thing i wanted you to do: not fucking invite him to WHERE I LIVED#godddd typing this shit out and knowing it's only 2% of what actually happened makes me feel pathetic#i can't believe i let you treat me like that. you were a TERRIBLE friend.
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𝕄𝕒𝕞𝕒'𝕤 𝔹𝕠𝕪
Bo Sinclair x Fem! Reader Smut !18+! !MDNI!
Syn. Bo has the tendency to compare his wife to his mom, and she's getting real sick of it.
Tags. unprotected sex, p in v, housewife-reader, toxic/dysfunctional marriage, implied verbal abuse, mommy-kink, hurt/comfort, slightest breeding-kink, mommy-issues (Bo's, not child's), Bo & reader's son's name is Billy, (no use of y/n)
Word Count. 2.9k
Droplets of scalding oil fly off the heavily greased pan and hit your skin like prickles, shit hurts. Not as much as your eardrums do, though, same as your other arm you aren't using to hold the handle of the pan that's carrying the twenty-five-pound toddler in your other arm that's screaming bloody murder.
"'Wanna play outside! MORE PLAYTIME!" another shriek of baby babbles wrecks the barrier protecting the shell of your ear. You groan, attempting to bounce Billy while also attempting to not burn the dinner on the pan, yeah that'd hurt more. Bo's been working 'round Ambrose all day, as usual, you don't need two temper tantrums to deal with over a burnt supper.
"God damn.." You suck in a breath when Billy knees into your side and you almost drop the food cooking. He's a growing boy for sure, pudgy small legs of his grown enough to land some fatal kicks. Bo would've laughed, except it's not funny, not when you're the one dealing with the kid all day.
"You can't go outside, it's late baby." You try and reason with the kid, but you know, he's a kid.
"No! Wanna play! WANNA PLAY OUTSIDE!" He retorts, it's a nonexistent counter-point, not like he could make one anyway, his vocabulary is as small as he is.
Another bubble of sizzling oil scars your wrist shaking the pan and you damn near snap at it. All things considered, to say you were overwhelmed is an understatement. The grip you have on Billy snugs and you let go of the panhandle, leaving the frying food on the stove, instead drifting your full attention to Billy's.
"Enough." You elongate your words, mommy voice pitching deep and you wrap both hands around him, staring him down. "Daddy's gonna be home soon and that means supper then bed for you, no more playtime, 'specially when it's dark out." You scold. Billy whines and tosses around in your arms, dramatic showmanship but doesn't screech back at you anymore, at least.
At this point, your patience is out the window, and while thank god your ears ain't bleeding, you need the toddler to just calm down so you can get back to finishing up dinner. About to burst, the door swings open first, cutting off the next little lecture you were going to dump on Billy, familiar taps on the old wooded floor, Bo's home.
His boot turns and he grins at you and Billy, stepping to the kitchen quickly. "How're my babies?" Bo said before he could really process the exact situation he stepped into.
Turning to face Bo rather than the miniature of him in your arms, your brows furrow at him, and Billy just keeps, whining. Squirming around in your arms while you glare at Bo, not that you're mad at him, okay maybe you are but not justifiably, at the moment you're just mad. Bo doesn't acknowledge it, instead looking around then to the stove.
Shit, dinner.
"You burnt supper," He gestures to the now char-blacked mix of ingredients inside the pan, nose and eyes crinkling in disgust at it. Funny, he's seen plenty of burnt shit, like corpses, but god forbid his dinner be burnt.
You choose to ignore the statement. "Can you take him?" You ask instead, reaching your arms outward for Bo to take Billy out of them. He wails between your arms, tiny nails digging into your skin while you try to hand him to Bo, let him help out.
"Can't handle him yourself?" Bo replies and doesn't take Billy out your arms, raising a judgemental brow at you.
"Just take him so I can fix the food." You respond, nudging your chin up in the direction of Billy for Bo to take him, but he doesn't.
"Bo." His name parts from you in a restrained growl.
Billy is out of your arms into Bo's now, but there isn't any sweetness in the expression Bo gives you when he does. Mercy isn't present in his gesture, taking the kid and giving you another judgy look in lieu of a willing expression as he does.
Circling between the kitchen to living room Bo rocks Billy over his shoulder, letting him wail it out till he gets exhausted by his fit. Eventually, the whines soften to snores. A momentary silence as Bo rocks him in his arms, you opting out of remaking the earlier failed meal with Billy now sound asleep. For a second your eyes meet Bo's while you wash the burnt remains off of the pan, as he walks off with the sleeping toddler to put him to bed.
"Need help with that too?" He balances himself against the hardwood kitchen counter clicking his tongue from behind you, there's the tiniest amount of condescension in his voice. See that, that shit hurts a lot more than hot oil. Can't control that mouth of his, has a mind of its own, he told you once too many times by now when, if, he'd bother to check up on you after airing out his bullshit onto you.
"No." You've learned not to engage with whatever got him pissed by now, not with Bo. Vincent doesn't, hell even Lester doesn't, why would you? Would be stupid to. Not like he hits you or anything anyway, just mouths off sick filth with absolutely no filter. Got the worst of tempers but he does enough gutting and beating in his own time when getting Vincent his wax muses.
A mock laugh erupts from Bo and he tilts himself forward to your side of the kitchen, leaning over the sink to look you in the eye. Once again, you ignore the bubbling rage emanating from him, boiling up. But you can handle heat. Spend half your day on the frypan taking care of the boys, even if it means the boys just burn you twice as much.
Bo sucks in his teeth, and you can feel the room getting warmer, not the arousing kind, Bo's signature can be being a horny fucking mess, but also an angry one. "I don't get it." He scoffs, shaking his head at the unsaid words he isn't even gonna try and hold back on. "It's one kid, for fucks sake."
Now this, you know where this one's going. Reuccering theme of your husbands, the never-ending need to nitpick at your parenting. He bitches about damn well everything, but there are those times you feel the tips of your nerves itch all wrong, like a sixth sense at this point when he's about to spit those abhorrent words.
"My Mama managed fine with three so," Ah, there it is, your least favourite words to ever grace God's green earth. Broken record at this point with how often Bo brings it up. 'My Mama never-' 'My Mama did-' Words that seemed to toss any left sanity you had in you into the fire you thought you had grown used to, but no you didn't. Because it burns more hellish each time it's said.
"I'm sure she did." Your teeth grit while you speak feigning little control as you try and remain docile, not to fan the flame any further.
"Shouldn't be burnin' dinner, you know your way 'round a fire." He adds, voice raising with each sentence. Damn straight you know your way around a fire, dealing with Bo's frenzies all the time, you've gone numb to the temperature he inflicts with his tongue.
"Billy was having a tantrum." You gently defend.
"You call that a tantrum?" Bo snorts, taunting the notion. "Small lil hissy-fit at best, darlin'. My Mama ain't never burnt no meals over my tantrums."
"Well, I'm not your Mama." You snarl cutting him off, pupils jolting away from the dish you were scrubbing to Bo's. Sick and tired is one way to describe the crazy you were experiencing right now at Bo's statements. A band snapping in the kitchen between you and him
The edge of his shoulders stiffens into a line, and for the first time since you've known him, you think you've burnt him instead. A woefully pathetic air casts in his over his eyes, turning pitiable. "No, you're not." He replies as if he's testing the words, tasting them in his mouth as he verbalizes them, and they taste bittersweet sort of wrong. An unfortunate truth.
Not sure if you're more shocked at yourself, or Bo right now you simply pause at the sight. Bo is, in fact, not yelling back at you. Shutting you up in some pseudo-volume battle that'd sure to have woken up anyone asleep in the house. Instead, he just looks at you like a kicked dog, not too far from what he was, his life considered.
The air goes cold, bedsheets feeling extra plush around you, that sort of featherlight coolness engulfing you on the bed, odd. Rarely cold in Ambrose, even in the dead of night. Much less soft, you're more used to suffocating in heat, wax requires it to meld and shape, And Bo pours it out in all his hot-headed tantrums you get burdened with.
Bed post creaking you look over your shoulder from your side and the familiar dip on the other side has Bo there finding his usual spot beside you.
This isn't hellfire hot, this is limbo, off-putting quietude, yet not tranquil. A second passes and Bo just stares off at the rusted ceiling. Did you break Bo? Did you fuck it up this time, like seriously fuck it up with what you said? More disturbed by the blue tune of silence than hollering, you turn completely to him.
"Uhm," You start, unsure of where you're going with your question. "You still mad at me?" If he was, you're sure you would've known it, Bo doesn't shy away from his anger or showcasing it. Still, you question.
"I'm not mad at you, darlin'." Bo sighs, shutting his eyes to avoid yours, wrinkles of the eyelid creasing in some kind of negative emotion.
Gently rolling to Bo's side you land atop his chest pressing your cheek flat against it, hearing the thump of his heart, familiarized with it by now. His arm finds place around your side rubbing your back instinctively. "Just, you know, my Mama... My Mama was real different than ya. Different to how you're with Billy."
There's an internal tick being set off because you've heard him sing this song too many times, about his Mama. Not that you had anything against the lady, bless her for raising your man, and bless your man for respecting her, it's sweet. But it's the constant comparing that had you getting all worked up.
"Different to how you're with me..." He adds, swallowing back a lump, and perhaps if you haven't gone crazy officially, a tear as well. So, this is not where you were expecting the conversation to go. Bo's not mad, not picking at you for the expectation his mother set.
"You're so, so patient. With Billy, with me." He praises, he's praising you. Not mad, not disappointed, grateful. "Don't hurt me, at all, only," He groans, the bridge of his brow pinching, eyes still shut as he speaks. A vulnerability in his tone. "You only do me good. Make me feel good."
He means it all, with complete genuineness. Almost as though he's shocked at you for it, 'cause Bo's never seen you hit Billy, the kid's only got scars from scruffy tree branches that scrapped his knees. Bo's are all too vivid, leather and duct tape that's no longer there but still stings in his wrists and ankles. Never knew a woman could get so gentle, not with how his mama was, yet you were.
You smooth a hand over his chest where you lay, up to his cheek, hovering over his waterline wiping off the tears before they've fallen with a soft motion. "Shh, Bo." You soothe.
"Christ darlin'. You're such a good Mommy..." Bo murmurs, releasing a shaky breath, opening his eyes to look at you. Disbelief apparent from the quake rumbling through the way he speaks right now. He mumbles something else intangible and pulls you flush closer to him.
Sweat salts your skin, snapping hips up and down against each other room re-enveloped with familiar warmth while you swallow him whole.
"O-Ohh.. S'good, such a good boy, Bo." You warble in mixed moans, absolutely drenching the sheets under the round of your ass Bo pounding languidly into your gushing cunt. Tips of your finger pushing indents into the muscle of his back.
Fervor spilled through his mind as you tugged him down closer, pussy sucking him in the same. Pulling then pushing his cock by the full till the tip nearly slipped out then slamming in deeper. "Fuck yeah, feels good Mommy? I makin' you feel so good, huh?" He purred, dipping his head into the crook of your neck breath fanning right over your ears fuzzing out the sound of his balls slapping against your ass. "Oh fuuuck, Grippin' me like crazy, Mommy."
Saliva doused into the crook of your neck, Bo sucking in the skin and lapping at it. Wanting to kiss you whole, fuck you full. Maybe fill you with another baby, because you've done so well with the first he's given you. Another time, though, right now all that swelled was his cock lodged deep into you and awe in his mind.
You tossed your legs around his waist, shivers twisting the inside of your abdomen, Bo fucks good every time. His mouth is so much more lovable stuck on the sensitive inches of your flesh making out hickeys and love bruises rather pissy words. "Close! Mommy's s-so close!" You gasp, tugging him closer, close as can be so his body heat can burn you right, the way you deserved it.
Feeling you pull him till bodies melded like molten wax, and your insides warming his cock, clenching in a steady increase, Bo hugged his arms around your waist. Pelvis slamming harder, quicker against yours, increased pace jackhammering your cunt.
"Cum f'me. Come on, Cum for me, pretty Mama. Cum all over my cock Mommy," His voice mumbled in a strained groan, bordering a whimper, heavy breathed against the sticky spot he'd left into the corner of your neck and shoulder while he pushes you to climax.
Felt good to burn like this, to be loved by Bo. Your brain turned to mush and white stars of bliss flooded from your spasming cunt to your brain. "Fuck, Ohh yes! Cumming! Cumming!" Gripping his cock so tight he almost came right there and then, but graced himself while he plunged deep into you restlessly, riding out the onslaught of euphoria that burned your veins.
You were fucked out, that much was certain, first orgasm hit hard, harder than any words he could beat you with. Already stressed out day, Bo fixing that for you, dutiful husband the such. Rolling his hips in slower motions as you calm down from your high, your thighs clamp around his hips feeling the sting of sex continue passed your orgasm.
"Stay wimme Mommy, gimme one more, yeah?" Bo tilted his head, raising it so it hovered over your forehead, staying atop you with a lustful adoration in his eyes. He was lucky, that much was certain. Not much luck in his life, crazy dead daddy and mommy, favourite freak of a twin brother, got you though. He got himself the sweetest baby mama a man could ask for. That shit is the best luck if he'd ever felt it.
"One more, sweet Mommy, and I'll fuck ya full. Mhm?" He cooed, pressing his lips to yours and snapping his cock into you, regaining his previous pace as your pussy relaxed around him. Building his thrusts back into quickness while hugging you close, kissing you with love.
You warmed impossibly hot, like an unbridled flame. Clinging to him while he does to you, because you're his everything, because you're his wife, his mommy, his darling. "O-Oh, Oh god Mommy, gonna... Gonna-" Bo choked out, cock throbbing in you with each slap of his balls against your ass. body churning and tense fucking you quick as could be.
"Me too- Oh fuck!" You felt it coming harder than a tidal wave this time, Bo nearing his as well. Your eyes rolled behind your skull and Bo slammed his lips to yours again to shut his own pornish moans from spilling out, your pussy driving him to pure rapture.
Ecstasy ran through you two's bodies and he delved his cock straight into you in a final thrust of needed high, balls tightening and spilling deep into you with strangled cries of pleasure filling your lips that parted his. Teeth clattering messily against each other while he rode out his high in your spasming pussy, you washing into the second state of bliss the night cumming hard around his cock.
Bo could be a horrid husband at times, but God be damned, was he a grateful one. So grateful, wanted to send you to heaven, and push you through it over and over. Hoping to keep the fire churning in you forever.
But for now, his dick was spent. And his Mommy was already exhausted as be taking care of his kid all day, and also getting fucked stupid by him. He pulled out with a grunt and flopped to his side in the bed. "Supper would've been good, now." He mumbles in a snort, wrapping his loose-jointed arm around your waist and rubbing a hand over your bare curves.
"Don't even start.." You grumble softly, before letting out a soft giggle, the type that makes him go stupider than emptying his balls in you. A dumb grin overtook his face and he smiled at you, rolling slightly in the bed to face you.
"Sorry, darlin'." Sorry's only happen after Bo fucked you, not after he yells, never after he scalds you with words. But you'll take it, if it meant getting dicked down by the best man in Ambrose.
"It's okay." You reply in a soft sigh, nuzzling against him. His perfect Mommy.
#bo sinclair x reader#bo sinclair#bo sinclair x you#bo sinclair smut#bo sinclair imagine#slasher x reader#slashers x reader#!gwrites!
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Watching Horror Movies Together
Super Short Headcanons || Modern Au
Genre: Fluff
Featuring: Arthur, John, Dutch, Javier, Charles, Sean, and Sadie
Warnings: None - super casual writing
AN: I know no one requested this but I was on a horror binge last night and couldn't stop thinking about how these guys would act during a scary movie marathon so I wrote a quick thing in my notes app to post teehee~
---> Requests are open! Check out guidelines if you have questions
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Arthur Morgan:
Is not scared at all - literally impossible to scare.
Thinks horror movies are predictable and kind of boring.
However, God forbid a dog dies in the movie because he will get up and turn it off and say that the writers went too far.
Grumbles and groans on movie nights where you choose a horror movie, but will always wrap an arm around you and insist of sharing a blanket because he just likes spending time with you and being able to hold you close.
Will tease you for your bad taste in movies but secretly loves watching them with you and finds himself getting sucked into them every now and then.
John Marston:
Is on the edge of his seat the whole time.
Claims he's watching them because he thinks they're funny, but actually really enjoys trying to figure out who the killer is and who's going to die when and where.
Jumps at every jump scare but acts like he didn't.
He needs to watch a Disney movie afterwards so he doesn't have nightmares. Will say it's for your sake and not his, though.
Man acts all big and bad, but once the music starts to get intense and there's a long hallway on the screen he is looking everywhere but at the TV so he isn't jumpscared again.
Dutch Van Der Linde:
Probably taking notes during psychological horror movies on how to be manipulative.
Says the killer is misunderstood or that their tragic backstory makes the killing justified.
He will eat all the popcorn and then get upset when it's all gone. Cue the puppy eyes while he's begging you to go make more.
Spends a good forty-five minutes talking about how you and him would survive the movie because y'all are so much smarter than the main characters and would make it out of there.
Genuinely believes he's invincible and could survive any scenario.
Javier Escuella:
HATES horror movies because they genuinely scare him.
Well, he can handle slashers but he hates paranormal movies since he believes in ghosts 100% no questions asked.
Loves making a snack buffet for the movie - popcorn, candy, cookies, sodas, fries, and the works.
Encourages you to cuddle into him and hold him whenever you get too scared since he's so big and brave.
Will end up being the one hiding his face in your shoulder and holding you like a teddy bear because he got freaked out.
Charles Smith:
Loves to analyze horror movies in -like- an artistic way.
His favorite types are historical horrors because so much thought goes into them.
He will watch silly horror with you, though, like Scream and Tucker and Dale vs. Evil, but will spend the whole movie making fun of you. Lightheartedly, of course, he's saying that those aren't real scary movies and that you're kind of a wuss.
The entire movie his arm is wrapped around you and pressing you deep into his side so that you can cuddle and be warm. It's a little too comfortable though and you end up falling asleep there more often than not.
Loves it when you do that, it makes him feel all soft and warm on the inside.
Sean MacGuire:
Makes jokes the entire time.
Literally has something to say every 2 minutes that has the both of you laughing instead of being scared.
Honestly, it's the only way he can get through the whole movie.
If you start getting sucked into the movie and he's too nervous to fully focus on the screen, he will start throwing popcorn at you to get your attention.
Halfway through the movie he will make you pause it so that he can have a mental break from all the scary stuff and gore. Totally turns into a make-out session and the movie is long forgotten.
Sadie Adler:
Absolutely nothing fazes her, she LOVES scary movies.
She knows all the behind-the-scenes info about every movie you watch too because she deep dives into interviews and essays after watching them the first time.
Her eyes are glued to the screen but will have you lay your head in her lap so she can run her fingers through your hair to soothe you when you get scared.
Makes fun of you when you react at a jump scare. When you look up at her with a frown, she'll press kisses all over your face until you can't help but smile.
She loves that she can make you feel comforted and safe when you're scared, secretly loves it even more when you try to go to bed after the movie and you're clinging to her like a koala because you're still a little spooked by the film.
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I know summer isn't even close to over yet, but I am so excited for Halloween this year, so here's a little Halloween in July (think like that Gravity Falls episode)
Hope you enjoyed <3
#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#rdr2 arthur#red dead redemption#rdr2 x reader#arthur morgan rdr2#arthur morgan#arthur morgan x reader#john marston#john marston x reader#dutch van der linde x reader#dutch van der linde#charles smith#charles smith x reader#javier escuella#javier escuella x reader#sean macguire x reader#sean macguire#sadie adler x reader#sadie adler#rdr2 headcanons
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god, i am so fucking pissed. i haven’t been on twit for a little bit but i just went on there and i’m bombarded with videos and photos of the members being mobbed. when i tell you i am so fucking pissed, you’d best fucking believe. i really don’t think that belift realizes, or they just don’t give a shit, that these intense situations can lead to a lot of mental and physical distress. like, i know someone did not just hit sunghoon in the fucking head with a goddamn phone!? especially after he just got back from being unwell?! when i tell you i am so close to fighting each and every single chinese “engene” that was there, i fucking mean it. like the mental affliction alone is a lot. the stress the members must have endured in that?? like imagine how claustrophobic it would be to have so many people, pressing themselves up against you to the point where it starts getting difficult to breathe. them screaming in your ears to the point you can barely hear your own voice. great way to induce a fucking panic attack. the stress of it all? like, belift does not fucking think!? not only the mental impact this could have on them, but also the physical effects that could potentially transpire? if the stress got to them, they literally could’ve fainted, thrown up, etc etc.
TW!! not only that, but what if someone tried something on one of the members. they could get groped or fucking killed. god forbid, but let’s face it. these “fans” are fucking insane. they’ve threatened to hurt our boys before. you have no idea what could happen if these situations are not handled appropriately and effectively. things could go so terribly wrong if someone actually did try to do something or had a weapon with them. belift is actively putting enhypen in consistent danger. they need to hire professionally trained bodyguards and have at least 2-3 bodyguards per member in order to properly protect them. the members are humans and belift needs to start treating them as such instead of as assets.
ensuring the safety of enhypen should be a top priority. i hope belift takes the necessary steps to protect them better. but knowing them, it’s unlikely…
tagging moots ( both here and wwonwonism ) ! @stariekis @ssunooism @sincerelyrki @saursoob @kairoot @minhypenalt @chaseyikis @riki-shenanigans @rikihqq @okwonyos @euncsace @kimsunoops @lilacnini
again, no need to interact, just felt i needed to get this out here. i hope enha is doing better, and i hope belift finally fucking does something but, again, knowing them, they likely won’t.
i’ve realized that this is my second-third serious post in such short time, but i realize that there’s just a lot of people who are messed up in the brain both when it comes to enha as one and riki by himself.
#important#enhypen#jungwon#heeseung#jay#jake#sunghoon#sunoo#ni ki#enhypen imagines#enhypen x reader#. ✿˙— rants !
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Ari brought along, reader who is an ex-CIA for the mission. while staying resort. they have an argument about the mission then which leads to sex
sorry, it took so long, I hope you like it.
summary - reader does something reckless on a mission and ari isn't happy about it.
warning - slight angst, fluff and smut.
18+ only, please, gif created by @katlarence and divider by @newlips
“How could you be so stupid?!” Ari storms in behind me. I can picture his nostrils flaring as his pretty blue eyes glare at me. “You could’ve ruined the fucking mission!”
I roll my eyes and continue to my room, “I wasn’t going to ruin the mission. I was saving your ass, but I’m guessing a big man like you can’t handle that fact.” When I entered my room, I thought he would back off, but apparently, he decided to join me. “I’m going to be getting naked in a second, so if you want to continue this argument, then deal with it.” I huff when I’m met with silence but begin to take my torn shirt off, my plump breasts bounce free, and my nipples harden from the cool breeze.
“You could’ve gotten hurt. What you did was unprofessional, and I should take you off any future missions.” I scoff, bending forward as I pull my dirty pants off. Groaning when I feel a pain in my leg, but god forbid I let Ari know.
“I’m fine. You can leave now. I saved your ass, and that’s that. It’s over now. Get over it and move on, fuck.” My bottom lip goes between my teeth as I feel a dull ache spread, not noticing the bulky man shoot forward and move to stand in front of me.
“What’s wrong? Where does it hurt? I told you to listen to me. Now, look what’s happened.” I throw my head back, annoyed with him. Not seeing his eyes take in my soft breasts or how they slowly move down to my throbbing cunt, a squeal of surprise leaves me when I’m thrown onto the bed. “Stay still.” The growl in his tone causes me to clench around nothing.
Ari slowly crawls on top and pins me down. My naked form spread open and ready for him. “Good girl, so you do know how to follow orders.” His cock twitches when a small gasp falls from my lips. His thick veiny hands quickly move down to free himself before grabbing the base and rubbing his tip against my glistening folds. Ari smirks, looking deep into my eyes, “don’t worry, this will help you.” He thrusts deep inside my tight cunt, causing a sharp moan to leave my mouth.
My arms wrap around his broad back. Every time he thrusts, my nails dig deeper into his flesh. “A–ah, Ari, oh.”
“Feel good, sweetheart? You going to follow orders from now on?” My face turns into a silent scream when Ari pounds into my sweet spot. The resort sounds like a porno from the noises coming from the two. “Fuck– you’re so fucking tight. You’re mine.” Ari’s hands dig into my hips as he leans forward, his lips brushing against mine. “Understand?”
“Y–yes, all yours. Please,” My back arches as he picks up his pace, his massive cock destroying my insides with each thrust.
“That’s a good girl. Now cum for me.” His hips begin to stutter when he feels my walls clench tightly around him, and my back arches as I cum. Ari’s pace picks up, going harder as he notices my cream coat his base. “Fuck, you did so well for me, baby. Now take my cum like the good slut you are.” He buries deep inside me, feeling his cum shoot out and fill my tight hole.
I let out a sigh of relief as we finish, an oof sound falling from my lips when Ari flops down on top of me. A soft smile appears on my face as Ari peppers kisses along my neck and shoulder.
The pair are wrapped up together as pure bliss fall over them. Y/n’s hand comes up and strokes Ari’s hair, “thank you.”
Ari lifts his head slightly, his blue eyes holding peace and happiness as he softly smiles. “Just stop scaring me like that, please.”
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Request for an aizawa angst to comfort fic ❤️
Safe & Sound (Aizawa Shota x you)
summary: you have a quirk that heals people as long as they focus on the people they love; it becomes a struggle when the man you love is fighting to stay alive (1.3k words)
cw: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR LoV WAR ARC, angst to comfort, happy ending but really stressful beginning, descriptions of injuries and blood, profanity, arguing, mentions of ambulances
note: hi anon! thank you so much for your request, i hope you like it! this is my first time writing for aizawa, so my sincerest apologies in advance if he's a little ooc. also this takes place during the initial battle between the heroes and the villains after shigaraki wakes up to give a little context for when this takes place <3 thanks so much again for the request!
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“I need you to look at me, Shota. Shota, Shota, please.” You cupped his face in both hands, urging him to stay awake. The scorching temperatures of Dabi’s wild blue fire breathe down the back of your neck and particles of dust rub against your throat, but all you can see is him. A blinding ache throbs in your forehead and your limbs were covered with scrapes from pulling people from the rubble. It didn’t matter; nothing else mattered but him.
“Stay with me, darling, stay with me.” Exhausted, bloodshot eyes blink back at you and a calloused hand brushes up to cover yours. You push your quirk to work faster, faster, but Aizawa’s fading consciousness made it difficult as you could only heal while the recipient thought about something they loved. He’d coached you through powering your quirk solely on your own thoughts, but the progress was nowhere near what was needed to heal his broken body. For his survival, you needed him to stay awake. He’d lost dangerous amounts of blood after severing his leg, and you silently cursed him for his selfless heroism. “Damn you and your commitment to justice,” you sob, voice breaking but unable to muster any tears because it would break your concentration.
“Ambulance ETA five minutes; just hold on a little longer,” Manual reports, kneeling at your side and pulling beads of sweat from your face and out of your eyes. You nod in assent and whisper your gratitude to him before he leaves again to search for survivors in the city’s rubble.
Something felt wrong from the moment you parted ways with Shota, who refused to let you accompany Team Endeavor when they raided the hospital. In all the years of your private relationship, you’d never fought over something as significant as this, so significant that you’re screaming at the top of your lungs at him. You’d shook your head in disbelief when he turned his back on you, arguing that Team Endeavor needed to have a healer with them. You’d seen the damage Nomus had done firsthand, both to the city and to the man in front of you. Frustration met indignancy in your mind like tectonic plates, slamming into each other and lacing venom in your voice.
“You don’t think I can do it, can you?”
“Stop it–”
“No, I won’t. You don’t think I’m strong enough to be out there with the pros,” you continue, hissing the word like it was wrong to have in your mouth. “God forbid you forget that I’ve healed every single one of those assholes at some time or another, whether they knew it or not. And you still think that I can’t handle this, Shota?”
He won’t look at you. He still won’t fucking look at you. “Darling–”
“Don’t ‘darling’ me. I’ve proved on two fucking thousand occasions that I can heal at a level pros need, so why don’t you think I can do it? Because you’re embarrassed by me? Because you’re embarrassed by us?” His head finally snaps to look at you, eyes glistening.
“Because I need you safe!” His blank face finally breaks, twisting in emotional anguish. “I need you safe; I need you alive. I need you to be okay because I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t.”
He’d held you so tight on the last night you spent together, like if you two just stayed there, time would stop and the morning wouldn’t come. Then, he was gone, slipping on his boots and wrapping his shoulders with binding cloth. You watched him get ready from your bed while the sky was still dark outside, and he kissed you on the forehead before walking out the door, whispering a promise to come back to you. Halfway between sleep and awake, you didn’t tell him to promise to come back in one piece.
And now, here he was, missing the lower half of a leg and still losing so much blood that the ground beneath your knees was starting to soften. Your shoes dig into the earth, tattered and bloody after your desperate sprint from the backline evacuating citizens to the heart of the conflict. You risk a look over your shoulder and see Best Jeanist straining against Gigantomachia bathed in the light of red and blue fire. The Nomus continue their assault on Best Jeanist, but you barely make out Lemillion and Nejire pushing them back. You caught flashes of blue, recognizing it as Shota’s student with the engines in his legs, and made note of a boy with a mop of green hair who looked in worse shape than his teacher.
“Ambulance! Clear out, clear out!” A hand came to your shoulder, ushering you back and away from Shota. You dodge the arms guiding you toward a separate ambulance, limping across the battlefield to the kids you recognized as Shota’s, the green-haired one, the spiky-haired blonde, and Endeavor’s youngest son; you push your quirk past its limit, conjure an image of Shota feeding a stray cat a potato chip, and heal the three boys as much as you can before paramedics catch you as you lose consciousness.
You’re awake much sooner than the rest of those involved in the battle and within hours can visit hospitals and heal others critically injured. When you receive word from Hizashi that Shota was finally conscious, God help any hospital staff that tries to stop you as you storm into the lobby and insist on seeing him. One more “Visitation is only permitted for family members, ma’am” away from throttling the lady at the front desk, someone calls your name from the hall, waving excitedly. It’s Sero, who spouts some bullshit story about being yours and Shota’s adopted son and drags you down the hall before any of that information could be verified.
“He’s in here, Miss Aizawa.”
“Oh, no, we’re not–”
“Oh, right. Well, not yet at least,” Sero smiles and then leaves you to enter Shota’s room.
And then there he is.
He’s wrapped head to toe in bandages and his eyes look a little worse for wear, but he’s alive, and the corners of his mouth turn up when he spots you frozen in the doorway.
“Hey, baby–” is all he gets out before you stumble forward and bury your face in his bandaged shoulder. His arms wrap gently around your waist and he takes a deep breath, more at ease than he had been since he woke up. You pull away slightly and scan his face through watery eyes, mentally verifying that he’s real and that he’s okay. Brushing a stray hair from his face, your fingers linger on his stubbly cheek and he leans into your touch.
“You promised to come back, but you didn’t come back in one piece, you foolish man.”
“Would you have preferred that I not come back at all–” he deadpans, but you place a finger on his mouth to shush him. “Right, touchy subject. I’m sorry, love… for everything.” His voice trails off and he looks away from you, face taut with guilt. “We lost. The heroes, the people, the students. I can’t express how angry I am at you that you dodged an ambulance and went to heal my students, and how grateful I am that you still healed me too.”
“Of course, love. And I’m sorry that I thought you didn’t believe in me. I know you do, and I’m sorry for lashing out. Plus, your students are really good kids, but if some of them are already starting to call me ‘Miss Aizawa,’ I think we might have to talk about going public with this whole thing sometime soon,” you reply, pressing your lips softly to his forehead. He closes his eyes and sighs, looking back at you with so much exhaustion in his handsome features that you wanted to murder anyone who got close. You must have looked terrible too, you realized, as Shota drew his eyebrows together in concern and moved you to lie with him on the hospital bed.
“Rest now, darling, I promise I’ll still be here when you wake up.”
“You better be, or else I’m dragging your dumbass out of the beyond and killing you myself,” you whisper before putting your head on his chest and relaxing into safety.
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One thing I HATED SO MUCH that I do NOT see brought up a lot is the SA joke with pentious in the club episode it was DISGUSTING Viv tried to make a serious (fetishising) sa episode but your point falls flat when like 2 episodes later you show a character being dragged off into a room to have sex, clawing at the floor, screaming and yelling and it’s played off for LAUGHS?? Is disgusting, Angel WATCHED YHIS HAPPEN it could’ve been a serious development moment for him toward redemption, him saving pentious, but no pentious is the “funny character” everyone point and laugh!!!
THANK YOU OH MY FUCKING GOD.
I see people mention this joke from time to time, but it is NEVER from the fucking Angel Dust fans. You cannot pick and choose which characters that have sexual trauma you want to give a shit about (no idea if this sentence makes sense but you get it right)
There will be people talking about Angel’s trauma and being like “I feel so bad for him 🥺” but god forbid you mention Sir Pentious being dragged into a room clawing his way down the floor because “He wasn’t in there that long nothing happened” “He said he was going to” “It’s a joke”
1. Do you realise how fast that shit can happen?
2. Consent is not permanent (ESPECIALLY not while drunk)
3. Writing a “joke” about non consensual sex isn’t fucking funny!! 🎉
I completely agree Angel should’ve done something about this and had a genuine nice moment instead of the other random shit he pulled, but I guess Vivzie can only handle Angel doing things like stopping someone from stealing cleaning supplies. Why is the sentiment of “I don’t want her to end up how I used to” saved for Nifty but for Sir Pentious it’s just “Uh well THAT just happened” what the actual fuck are you thinking?
No one bothers to think of what else could’ve happened in there even if it wasn’t sex or at the very least they didn’t start doing anything yet (highly unlikely) because no one seems to treat this stuff with the severity it deserves unless the act is shoved in their fucking face like Episode 4.
Give us shit of characters helping other characters out of shared trauma instead of the bullshit in Episode 6.
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Burning Sage (a.k.a. the Spicy Six go camping)
Part Deux
It begins with Steve and almost ends with Robin, because every time he brings it up she’s quick to respond with a resounding “nope!”
It doesn’t matter how sneaky he is about it. Nor does it matter how long her day has been or how exhausted she is. He can handle both their clean-up duties after their shift. He can ply her with pop and homebaked muffins. He can carry her dozing, dead weight from his car and up to her bedroom – the answer remains. And yes, she loves him. She loves him a lot, probably more than she loves, has loved, or will ever love anyone else.
But she won’t endure blisters and black flies for anyone, not even him. No way.
So, whenever he starts talking about camping, or hiking, or – god forbid – fishing, she’s quick to shoot it down. They’ll argue about it, and he’ll grumble and pout, but she stands firm every time. She successfully holds down the fort for over half a year.
And then.
It happens on a Wednesday afternoon. Business is slow, the only customers two eighth-grade girls whispering in the comedy section and one Eddie Munson up by the checkout. Although, the jury’s out if Eddie counts as a customer. Most of the time he only shows up to talk for a few hours (“enriching your work environment!” says he; “being a fucking nuisance,” says Steve). He’s been regaling them with a tale of how the kiddies utterly failed all their rolls and almost got eaten by a something-or-other because they couldn’t make a fire when Steve gets that wistful look in his eyes.
Here it comes.
Cub scouts. Nature. Knots and s'mores. The taste of wilderness and sound of fresh air. She could stop him already, but if she’ll refuse to tag along the least she can do is let him reminisce about it. It is pretty endearing, the way he lights up, words tumbling out and hands waving with excitement. Were she weaker…
But no. Black flies. Blisters. No way.
“...and it’s the best feeling in the world,” Steve says to Eddie.
Eddie stands draped over the polished countertop, curls spilling past his shoulders and an easy smile on his face. His eyes are glazed, though not with boredom or disinterest. Rather the opposite.
“I haven’t done it in ages,” Steve continues. “I’ve been wanting to! It’s just that it’s not the same thing, doing it alone. But Robin’s not into it, and I never even asked my high school friends since, uh, you know.”
Steve sighs and rests his forearms on the counter. It brings his face closer to Eddie’s, whose eyes grow hazier and ribcage heaves deeper. The tip of his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Robin would've laughed at him because of it, if her gut hadn't screamed that something terrible is about to happen.
“You wouldn’t be interested, would you?” Steve asks Eddie with a dry tone, like he isn’t really asking because he already knows the answer.
Except Eddie nods, still smiling. Robin’s breath stutters and her gut shrieks as he says, “Yeah.”
Steve gapes. “Wait, really?”
“Uh-huh.”
“HAH!”
Steve slaps his palm against the counter, leaving a smudged print on the wood and making Eddie flinch and reel out of whatever daydream he was stuck in. Steve doesn’t notice as he whips toward Robin. “You see?” he says. “Eddie gets it!”
Robin rolls her eyes but swallows her retort, because the two girls are approaching. They’ve been in here before – many times, in fact – and the last time she tried to serve them instead of letting Steve do it, she was on the receiving end of twin glares during the entire transaction. Whatever. She grabs Eddie by the jacket sleeve and pulls him out of the way.
“You’re a damn traitor, you know that?” she hisses.
Eddie shrugs. “In my defense, he’s hard to say ‘no’ to.”
“He’s literally the easiest person ever to say ‘no’ to.”
“Maybe for you, with your rock heart pumping ice through your veins!”
She rolls her eyes at him, too. “You’re actually going through with this?”
Eddie hesitates only so long it takes him to steal a glimpse of Steve, who's politely ignoring how the girls flutter their lashes and stick their little chests out. Doesn't seem like they'll go further this time either, which is a shame. Robin needs to witness them once they finally gather the courage to ask him out – she’ll take great schadenfreude in their rejection, and she won’t be ashamed about it.
Turning back to her, Eddie nods. “Yeah. Why not? He wants it, and… it’s camping. How hard can it be?”
And that’s how Robin gets roped into a three-day camping trip. Because what else is she supposed to do? Let them go alone? The woods are dangerous! The last time she took her eyes off either of them in the wild, they both ended up strangled and nearly eaten. Also, what would she do in the meantime? Wait for them to come back?
No way.
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Jonathan isn’t entirely sure why Steve is there. Will and El are out, so it can’t be to pick them up or drop someone else off. His mom was clearly expecting Steve, though, and now she’s rattling away in the kitchen cabinets while Steve hovers in the living room and makes awkward small talk with Argyle. The news anchor is giving a semi-interesting update on the situation in Chernobyl, so Jonathan opts to focus on that, bestowing a mere half-ear to the conversation in the room. He barely catches when Steve says something about a camping trip and Argyle responds with a drawled “camping is awesome, brochacho!”
“You want to come with?” Steve asks, ripping Jonathan from the weather report because, hang on now, what was that?
Argyle and Steve have both turned to Jonathan with open, questioning expressions. He darts between them as he tries to untangle his own tongue. Camping trip? Camping trip? Jonathan has never gone camping before, unless staying the night in Castle Byers counts (it doesn’t). Camping is for people with time to spare and money to spend on equipment. And that means the nice equipment, the waterproof kind that’s too thick to tear after a single use.
“Uh,” he says. “Um, I guess, yeah?”
Argyle smiles his relaxed and late-summer-warm smile, nodding his approval. Steve’s face, however, erupts into a million-watt floodlight-beam. He lets them in on the plans: who else is going, where they’re going, what they’re bringing, that they’re leaving early on the 24th and driving back before noon on the 26th so no one will be missing any possible Memorial Day celebrations, and and and and and-
And Jonathan is going camping for three days with Steve Harrington. What the fuck.
He thumps his head against the sofa’s backrest, begging for the world to stop spinning and make sense again.
“I’m not sure how,” he tells Nancy the next day as they lie sprawled on her bed, she reading and he drawing lines along the patterns of her sweater, “but I’m going to go camping with Steve in two weeks.”
Despite everything, he is going. He’d tried finding a reason not to, but when he asked his mom if she surely didn’t need him to be home during Memorial weekend she told him no and that he should enjoy himself. “You can bring your camera,” she’d said. “I bet the woods at Everdusk are much prettier than ours.”
“You too?” Nancy says, flipping a page of her magazine. “Robin said she dodged it for ages, but then Eddie agreed and she felt forced to go.”
“And then Argyle agreed and I felt forced.” He rolls on top of her, burrowing his face between her shoulder blades until she grunts. “Will you come too? I don’t know if I’ll survive without you.”
“Robin said that, too.” She sighs, puts the magazine down, and wriggles around so they’re face to face. “Camping just isn’t my thing,” she says, as if it’s even remotely Jonathan’s thing either. “I didn’t go back whenever Steve and I were dating. Going now feels strange.”
“Why is it strange? It won't just be the two of you – it’s a group thing.”
“Why not let it be a bonding experience for you boys? And Robin.”
“Nance, you don’t understand. Steve will be there.”
“Oh, yeah.” Nancy nods and knits her eyebrows into mock seriousness. “Very audacious of him to be at the camping trip he’s organizing.”
He laughs. “You know what I mean. He’ll be there, and he’ll have Robin and Eddie, whom I don’t know at all, and I’ll have Argyle. I need you there for balance.”
“What if I go rogue and create a third faction with Robin?”
“We’d still be balanced.”
Nancy heaves a sigh. “Look,” she says, pushing him off whilst grabbing for her magazine, nearly slipping down the bedspread. “I just really don’t want to go camping, okay?”
“Guess that makes three of us.”
Her painted lips twist into an almost-smile. She’s about to speak when a bang sounds from downstairs. She snaps towards her closed door, like a hound catching scent; her shoulders tense and jaw clenches as the noise is followed by voices – Mike’s and maybe Dustin’s? – shouting. Amongst the muffled screams, Karen calls for Nancy to “please come down and help”.
Nancy’s entire face clenches – jaw, mouth, eyes – whilst she rubs at her temples with her middle and pointer fingers. A groan slithers out her mouth. Jonathan sits, offering his hand to pull her with.
“You know,” he says. “There won’t be any little brothers in the forest.”
She glares at him, though her heart’s not in it, and then they both rush downstairs to face the ruckus.
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“How did I end up here?”
Eddie folds his hands behind his head and stares at the ceiling. There used to be a poster there above the bed, but it’s since been ripped off, the tape taking flakes of paint with it and leaving beige spots in the white ceiling. He can’t remember what kind of poster it was.
“Depends on what ‘here’ is,” Jeff says without looking up from his acoustic. He strums experimentally, and shakes his head at the resulting sound. “My house? You drove.”
“How did I end up being the kind of person who goes camping with Steve Harrington?”
“Luck? Destiny? I’ve no idea, man.” Jeff goes back to plucking scales. “You know I don’t like existential questions – they’ve got no clear answer.”
Eddie scrunches his nose. “I hate the outdoors.”
“So don’t go?”
“But I like spending time with Steve, and Robin. And Nancy, apparently? And I do want to get to know Jonathan and his pattern-christened compatriot.”
“Okay.” Jeff positions the guitar back on its stand, then leans forward with his elbows resting on his knees. His eyes are gaining that same sharpness as when he’s considering his choices, weighing them on an invisible scale. When DMing, Eddie quite likes that sharpness; right now the hollows of his knees are starting to get clammy. “What do you want from me here? Tell you to go? Not to go? Go and how to survive slash not make a fool out of yourself? What do you need?”
“I don’t know!” Eddie throws his hands into the air. “I’m digesting!”
Jeff hums. Goddamnit, Eddie should’ve gone to Gareth instead. Gareth would’ve let him complain for an hour tops and then thrown something at his head with a “suck it up and shut up”. He would not have tried to help solve the problem (the not-problem – there is no problem). Because Gareth is considerate like that, unlike Jeff, the bastard.
“Why did you agree to do this?” Jeff asks. “And don’t say it’s because you want to hang out with them – you already do. Constantly. Us guys have actually started to feel a little bit replaced.” He cocks his head askew, adding softly: “It’s kinda hurtful, you know?”
It’s instinctual, how Eddie rolls off the bed so fast he nearly brains himself on the side table. His knees thunk against the carpet and then he’s crawling up to Jeff on all fours. He grabs Jeff’s hand, and Jeff lets it be grabbed, fingers curling around Eddie’s.
“Don’t say that! Jeff, don’t ever say that! I could never- you had my back for years, whenever no one else would, okay?” His eyes bore into Jeff’s as he squeezes his hand. “Nothing can replace that. We’re still the same, yeah? I’m yours and you’re mine. It’s just that, lately I’ve needed… ”
“I know.” Jeff waves his free hand in the air. “Whatever went down in March, you need to work it through. With them.”
“I will tell you about it, sometime,” Eddie says but doesn’t quite promise. He isn’t yet sure it’d be a good idea for them to know, now, later, or ever.
He doesn’t have to promise, though, because Jeff is already smiling, placated.
“All right. So. Why did you agree-”
He interrupts himself with a chuckle as Eddie spins around and faceplants on the bed, groaning into the unwashed mattress. It really was a bad idea to talk to Jeff. To be a problem-solver is one thing, but to be so relentless about it, too? It’s rude.
“It was just…” The words come out muffled; Eddie slides his face down an inch to release them. A stray feather sticking out of the down comforter ends up poking him in the cheek. “He was so excited about it. You should’ve seen him! He kept looking at me with these eyes and my brain went frtzz.” He wiggles his fingers by his temple to illustrate. “Next thing I know, I’ve pledged to spend one of my treasured three-day weekends in the wilderness.”
“I get it.”
Eddie looks over his shoulder at Jeff, who’s picked up the guitar again and started playing the intro to Electric Funeral. The feather pokes his ear now. “You do?”
“Yeah. I’m not into dudes, but he’s got this, like, guy-prettiness to him? I’d definitely agree to doing something stupid just ‘cause a hot chick suggested it.”
Eddie grunts in reply. Plucking the feather from the comforter, he starts pulling off the barbs while Jeff plays. Finishing the first verse, Jeff’s eyes flicker from the fret to meet Eddie’s.
“So, did you want survival advice?”
Eddie snorts. “Think I’m better off asking Wayne.”
“Hm, yeah. Or don’t. Play up the helpless angle, let Harrington be the big, manly hero who-”
“Jesus Christ, shut up.”
Jeff snickers. “Okay. Hey, are you nervous?”
Eddie rips the last barb off the shaft. The downy bits lie scattered on his thigh and, without them, the shaft looks unrecognizable. Almost alien. His head is cool, his breaths are slow, and his gut is housing a raging storm. He flicks the bare shaft across the room, shaking his head.
“Why would I be?”
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Nanamin deserves better than Mei Mei
Don’t forget how creepy she is towards Ui Ui
Ya know, I really wish people were more willing to think critically about the stories they consume vs taking every at face value. Sure, when you see something questionable in a story, question it, but immediately writing off the story/story element as “problematic” just because you don't like it or triggers you is such a disservice not only to the storyteller but also yourself by stunting your own media literacy skills.
As ive addressed why NanaMei pair well in previous asks, i'll focus more on the controversy revolving around Mei Mei because its something i really want to get off my chest. The more i think about the arguments made against her the more i get these puritanical and anti feminist/non-conformist vibes from them and its really concerning to say the least.
She's Greedy/Selfish
Yes, shes money hungry. She shamelessly honest with what she likes and what she wants; she has a personal code/credo and stanchly follows it and its hard not to respect that energy. She's motivated and grounded in a way that seems out of place in the 'sorcerers must protect humans' fantasy world, but in the real world? Of course we'd look out for our own self-interest/preservation- shes as real and relatable as they come. She's logically driven (vs emotionally) and honestly if she was a man i bet the fandom wouldn't blink an eye (and prob would slobber all over him) but as always God forbid women have a strong sense of self and refuse to conform to the patriarchal ideals of what a woman should be.
THAT panel
A lot of the fandom screaming in*cest & p*edophile for this panel and i'll admit not surprised it raised eyebrows but not really reading this as sexual. Yes theres nudity, but body language makes it pretty obvious if nudity is sexual or not and well, its not- and how the first thing fandom thinks is "omg they f*cked" because shes topless or whatever is very telling. It's not a stretch to think she would be comfortable with nudity and a sense of propriety seems out of character with someone as shameless as her. She probably splurges on 1000 thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets with all the money she makes, who wouldnt regularly sleep nude on those?
As for UiUi its inferred he used his CT to escape/save their lives directly before, all the more reason he would be tired. Mei Mei even apologies for waking him, implying his CT exerts him and he should rest for the day. Ui UI’s “oh my how shameless!” is said in surprise, indicating he probably blacked out after his CT and woke up fully clothed in bed with her, NOT that he’s tired from having a wild night banging his sister 🙄
I wonder about the japanese dialogue and if there is any nuance/context lost from the english translation, but I interpreted her "Do you not like me that way" was in reference to the shamelessness of her personality, essentially asking him "do you not like me the way I am?" and not her nude body because the translation used "that way" vs "this way", the latter being suggestive. And the fact that they shared a bed to sleep didnt seem OOC given their close familial dynamic.
Sibling Relationship
Its established in-universe that they are "calculating", so naturally they work very much in tandem as far as motivations go and re-enforced from what we seen in their battle tactics. Clearly Mei Mei is offense and 99% of the time can handle any issue on her own, but for that 1% she cant? Thats where Ui Ui steps in.
Ui Ui would never be in danger if Mei Mei is around, and fandom seems to ignore this fact when they say Mei Mei manipulates him to self-sacrifice himself (and her crows) for her benefit. If Mei Mei is fighting and her life's at risk, yall think Ui Ui (or the crows for that matter) stand a chance?? Maybe if he could teleport away himself which is what his CT suggests, but who really knows, and more importantly would he even consider abandoning his sister from what we seen?
I see it as a failsafe CT, only to be used in emergencies since it drains him considerably as Malaysia scene suggests- which is why he wholeheartedly waits (and binding vow) for permission from her to use it, not as a form of control or abuse or simply to please her, but to know if/when as accordance to the battle strategy mapped out by her. Shes shown as a tactician/extremely logical when it comes to battle and will use whatever is at her disposal to win if it means self-preservation (even if it means abandoning the battlefield altogether). Her loyalty is to herself above all.
And her asking “are you willing to die for me” is literally asking consent- she is asking, 'this could be the end- will you do what’s necessary for me to win this?' To which he resoundingly concurs, seemingly out of devotion but realistically if she dies where would that leave him? It’s as natural a response as one could be- in nature mothers will fight tooth & nail to protect their offspring, but at the cost of her life? What would be the point??? Offspring wouldn’t be able to survive without her, they’d be good as dead.
As far as their dynamic, there is clear affection from both sides- Mei Mei is more playful while Ui Ui is reverent. Ui Ui adores her, not atypical of a much younger sibling, but especially so given how accomplished Mei Mei is. It's stated that she inherited their weak family cursed technique, but rather than be solely defined by it, she trained herself to the maximum physical limit, THEN mastered her so called "weak" technique into one of the strongest out there (probably why she acknowledges Maki as a promising sorcerer, she sees herself in her).
If that isn't admirable than i dont know what is, and if GOJO of all people respects her, then thats saying something. But while he respects her and acknowledges her strength, does he trust her? Probably not, not like he does with Utahime who is supposedly "weak" in comparison. And i personally like that dynamic- despite not trusting her to "do the right thing" and expecting her to be self-serving, Gojo knows/respects her as a person and fellow sorcerer. Gege gives us layered interpersonal relationships between multi-faceted characters and yet so many are quick to reduce them to a single trope and its a little sad honestly.
In conclusion, yall need to relax on the pearl-clutching and have a little more perspective by all means hate on her if you dont like her but at least hate her accurately lol
#mei mei#jjk mei mei#jjk meta#jjk spoilers#jjk analysis#nanamei#nanami x mei mei#mei mei jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk
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So, as you all know, my dad died recently. Well, the grief has been a lot to handle. Just yesterday I spent all day crying and having panic attacks. My babies all sat and cuddled me. ALL OF THEM. And they wouldn't leave. Today it got me thinking. Why don't I write a post about HOW my therapy chickens actually help my day to day life. so here it is!
1. When I am about to have a panic attack, Willow my golden cuckoo maran, will alert my fiance before it happens. If she can feel it happening, she tells my fiance by squawking up a storm. Willow knows before I know.
2. When I am in the middle of an attack, they will come and sit with me to ground me. I think they know, because they will follow me around screaming if I don't sit down, hold them, and bury my face in their necks. Harley is special for this.
3. On a day to day basis, they give me something to take care of that I see as more important than myself. It forces me to clean every day thoroughly, walk around, and exercise by cleaning. It also keeps my mind stimulated and helps me avoid depressive thoughts. Their affection is also so special, that it reminds me I am loved 😍
4. When I am depressed I tend to want to sleep in, more or less involuntarily. Having them makes me get out of bed to let them out. Roxanne is my alarm clock. She crows. She is a buff orpington hen who crows. It sounds like an elephant's trumpet. I get up let them out, clean the mornings carnage of morning poops, and when I come back in to lay down after that, they all RUN to cuddle me, UNTIL 11:30. Once 11:30 rolls around, it's Lilly's time to shine. Lilly is my lavender orpington. And Lilly will be at my head in with her beak if I even entertain the idea of sleeping past 11:30. She goes for my temple, my ear, and my nose. Needless to say, the urge to sleep is no longer there. She wants me to rub her shoulders...no joke. She flops over once I finally put my hand on her and rub her shoulder of choice.
5. Over-all they just make me very happy and fullfilled. Each one has a special place in my heart. Ignatius, my beilefelder, and Macey, my splash maran, are the heart. They always come up for hugs and fight over who gets hugs first. Agatha is a gremlin, but she will always delight me with her antics, like for example, when I leave the room and come back, and she just broody screams in my face. It made me jump the first time it happened. And it still makes every time. Then there's my special boy, Oliver. While he lives somewhere else, we take care of him every night, and most Sundays he goes on outings in my truck and to the parks. He loves car rides and sits on the council of the truck. People love seeing him when I take him to the feed store. Or to order at fast food places lol.
Other antics include, God forbid if I want to go downstairs to grab a snack, because Willow will roar, Roxanne will trumpet, and Lilly will pitch a fit.
So yeah, that's how my therapy chickens help me in a detailed fashion. Hope it was a fun read💖🐓
#house chickens#chickens#cute pets#birds#therapy animals#therapy chickens#animals are awesome#pet rooster
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There Will Be No More Strawberries
• Original Work •
Copyright © 2023. Aster Haze. All rights reserved.
I hate strawberries. Their dimpled outside squishes easily, even with a delicate touch, and their sickly sweet fragrance sticks to my fingers even after I have washed them ten times. There is something about their smell, their texture, all of them that seems so fake, so manufactured, so artificially perfected that I find it strange that others like them so much. Strawberries are my brother's favorite fruit.
I also hate bananas. It isn't necessarily their flavor, though bland and uninteresting, that disgusts me. It's their texture. So squishy yet stringy, too easy to eat, mush barely held together by near-flake fibers. They should be good, since they're okay dried, but they're not. Bananas are my grandmother's favorite fruit.
I hate chocolate the most. Sugary dirt. Gritty on my tongue even when smooth. Melts in your throat even if you try to swallow it whole. The smell is enough to make me gag, yet I am one of a kind. Unless they're allergic, I have found that chocolate is one of everyone's favorite treats.
In 90 seconds there will be no more strawberries. In 90 seconds there will be no more bananas. In 90 seconds there will be no more chocolate because no matter how much we love something, how much we care for something, how much we want those things to still exist for those that come after us, there are people like me who care so little for their existence that their absence will be of so little consequence that we will simply forget they were ever there. My life will not change if there are no more strawberries or bananas or chocolate or chocolate dipped fruit. My life will go on.
There is a man who sits in a fancy chair in front of a beautiful desk with his 70-year-old hand resting on the handle of a telephone. This man has a voice so powerful that he can command a dead hand to shoo away the lives of every living thing. Every human, every animal, every strawberry, every banana, and every cacao tree will have its DNA wiped from the face of the earth with the back of death's hand. Like eraser shavings.
There is a man who stands on a tall podium, speaking over the begging screams of his people, and he tells men and women in designer suits with important titles that if he doesn't get what he wants, he will forget us under lovely dots. There are lovely dots on the map. There are lovely dots on every country and every major city in the world. The humans and the strawberries and the bananas and the chocolate bars are so small, you can't even see them. Just the dots.
Will the people who take those lovely dots off of the map replant our fields after the dead hand moves? Will the man who wants to take us with him into the abyss if we don't bend to his will make us chocolate after the fires stop burning? Will the men and women in designer suits pass out bananas and strawberries when the winter fades and the door to their bunkers open up? Will they pass them out to us?
Do the faces of unimportant people with regular titles, bargain suits, and small voices matter if they live below those lovely dots? Are they as insignificant as strawberries, bananas, and chocolate? Less so since they're not the important people's favorites? Even less because they can always make more of themselves if the dead hand forgets to sweep them away?
One day the dead hand will move and it will keep its assured promise. The hand has only so many fingers to point with and can only smudge so many lovely dots away. Nameless faces will find a way to roam the earth again, to rebuild, to survive the poisonous snow and salted earth. Without fresh strawberries. Without bananas. Without chocolate.
But if my brother is still alive, God forbid, he will feel their absence and he will miss the taste of a ripe strawberry picked from his father's garden in summer to replace the ashen taste that rots his tongue. One day if my grandmother is still alive, God forbid, she will wake up hungry and wish there was something easy for her to peel and tear with shaky aged hands, and something soft and easily mushed with her tired gums. After midnight there are no more bananas, no more easy foods, and no more favorites.
Years ago someone found a tree with pods growing on its branches, cracked them open, and between them and their many ancestors they figured out how to make all sorts of chocolatey treats for me to hate and everyone else to enjoy. Hours ago someone looked at a green bundle of leaves with tiny red berries and spent the rest of their life experimenting, learning, and cultivating that tiny patch so the fruit would grow bigger and stronger. Minutes ago someone found out how to take the seeds out of bananas and then clone them so that every single banana that grows from a cloned tree tastes almost exactly the same. While all of this was happening, kingdoms and dynasties rose and fell. Countries were born, lived, grabbed by the throat, and took their final breaths as they were absorbed by countries with bigger hands.
All of this fantastic knowledge is kept in quiet books that were invented minutes ago. Since books are big and heavy, noisy devices powered by controlled lightning were invented seconds ago so all of that knowledge can live in our pocket. In 91 seconds the fires will start and all the books will burn and anyone who survives under the lovely dots won't want to read anyway since there will be nothing to read. In 91 seconds all of the smart parts of those noisy devices will melt like the small parts of people, only less goopy.
All of the records of those hours and minutes and seconds will be wiped away in 90 seconds so that when my brother and my grandmother and I die no one will ever think of strawberries or bananas or chocolate or America or Russia or Europe or China. Because after 90 seconds have long passed, after the dead hand lays mummified by the poison snow in the salted earth, there will be nothing left of this earth that any of us living now will recognize. And our descendents will have no strawberries, bananas, chocolate, or great countries' ideals to remember because there are also no books or noisy devices.
Only the silence, the lack thereof, the stories and the tales passed night by night as children are tucked in their rags.
#original writing#nuclear writing#writeblr#writing#writers of tumblr#writers#writerblr#write#writblr#writing community#post apocalyptic#apocalyptic fiction#there will be no more strawberries story#light horror
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NAFF NAFF I'M BEGGING YOU!!! MY POOR HEART CAN'T HANDLE IT!!!
THE NEWEST CHAPTER. HOLY SHIT!!!
My favourite part has to be the chase scene with the detectives running after the vigilant. There's such an intense feeling of desperation from both parties.
Reader is struggling like a mouse caught in a glue trap. If they don't do everything in their power to get out it's over. They don't hesitate to sprint and are scrambling at anything to keep running, God forbid the detectives catch them. They're running through traffic. Weaving through alleyways and willing to rip off their shirt just to get away. Theyre taking so many risks, they're slipping so bad. It's not calculated anymore, It's pure fear.
While for the detectives this is the final chase. If they can't catch the vigilant this time they'll loose them forever. It's not like the game of cat and mouse they usually play. No, this is it. Now or never. If they get away this time then they'll be gone for good. The fact they're not only chasing them but also calling for them shows the pure desperation. They know. They can't catch them unless they want to be caught. They could run forever, at full sprint. But yet they'll still be just out of reach. As always.
They slip through their fingers.
THEN THAT ASSHOLE SHOWS UP-
Darling. Angel eyes. Doll face. Sweetheart.
Oh how I want to crush your celestial wire with my own two hands. 💚
I feel so sadistic for saying this. But naff.
Don't hold back from hurting reader. I need my hurt so my comfort is even better. DON'T HOLD BACK!!! GO ALL OUT. ECLIPSE BETER GIVE US THE BEATING OF A LIFETIME OR HE'S OFFICIAL TITLED "wet Mc Donald's napkin"
Screaming so loud I've given myself a stoumch ache.
*kisses your writing*
POPPET I LOVE SEEING YOU POP UP IN MY INBOX AND YOUR WORDS ALSDJFALFJAF THEY ARE MAKING MY HEART EXPLODE WITH SO MANY EMOTIONS AHHHHH!!!
It really was the most desperate chase of their lives, the detectives and vigilante ;-; Poor Y/N is just so frantic with fear.
The way you talk about Eclipse is so freaking funny, never change ♥
I'm so glad you don't want me to hold back. I fully intend to go all out, and then some! That Hurt/Comfort is going to be earned with blood, bruises, and broken bones >:)
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I'm sorry you don't get to go on vacation! :( Feel better soon!
Hmm, okay, so for headcanons/prompts, know this isn't a very good one but: Newton getting out by accident and ends up making some puppies of his own? Kanthony and the other dog's owner don't quite know what to do with them haha.
Hi! Thank you SO MUCH for this! I'm still very very sad, and this cheered me up for real! 💜💜💜
It's just a little drable, my mind is a bit mushy, so I really hope you'll still like it!
(Also, anyone got any more headcanons or prompts I can work with, please give them to me!)
Here you go:
Newton, forever the menace
Kate couldn't handle a long stroll anymore, her large belly and her thick ankles wouldn't let her. Her body protesting was the main reason, the other one was her husband being overly protective, as if she was to deliver their baby on the streets if she went out without him.
Kate rolled her eyes for no one to be seen, but a walk in the gardens of Aubrey Hall was what she settled for.
She knew perfectly well how Anthony would order her back in as soon as he saw her, so Kate avoided the path that he could see from outside his window.
Luckily the other side of their garden was just as pretty,
When Kate walked past the servants entrance she greeted the maids.
They looked startled and waited a few seconds before they responded.
"Is everything okay?" Kate asked, she heard other servants mumbling from afar, there was something amiss and they'd better tell her fast. "If not, I would like to hear." She made sure she didn't sound too stern and hoped the smile on her face convinced the maids.
The youngest girl was the bravest and started to speak. "We just saw your dog, My Lady, he was… well.. "
Kate's stomach dropped, what did Newton do now?
"Yes?" Now with a forced, small grin on her lips, Kate spurred the woman to speak up.
"He and Cook's dog…" the maids cheeks flushed, she didn't need to say more, Kate knew exactly what happened.
"Where is he?"
"Cook?" The blonde girl on the left asked, a little afraid. Kate remembered her being new and felt the immediate urge to calm her down.
"No, what's done is done I suppose, I just need my dog.."
"He's with James," the girl said, "he took both him and his own dog inside after he took them apart."
"Thank you." Kate hid her frown, she suddenly remembered vividly how Anthony was supposed to look after Newton. How he convinced her he got this.
She was going to tell him how hard he failed. Now!
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"Anthony!" Kate yelled loudly in the hall in an attempt to find her husband. "Anthony Bridgerton, where are you?" She raised her voice, she was furious at her husband, so he'd better show himself quickly.
"Kate?" Anthony's head popped out his study, "why are you screaming like this?"
"Ah! There you are," Kate stopped, folded her arms, and felt how her eyes must spat fire. "Any idea where our beloved dog is?" She narrowed her eyes and waited for him to answer.
"Wait? What? He's not with you?" Anthony looked mostly startled at first, yet it seemed to make room for fear when he took in the sight of his wife.
"For God's sake, you can't be this stupid," Kate shook her head in disbelief. "He was there with you in your study, you've told me you would walk him since you forbid me to."
"I do not like the way you speak to me," Anthony rubbed his chin. "For one: you're pregnant and about to deliver, so I suggest you come inside and sit down, and secondly; you know as well as I do that dog's a menace who does however he pleases." He gestured for Kate to take a seat at one of the leather seats in his study.
Kate sighed but admitted defeat, she was tired and she needed to rest her feet.
"What did Newton do?" Anthony asked while he took Kate's feet in his hand and started to massage them.
Kate moaned from pleasure, her anger faded fast. Her husband gave the best foot massages in the world, there was no way she could stay mad at him when he showed her this much attention.
"Well he did please himself," She yawned, a smile appeared on her face. "He took his change and humped Cook's dog.."
"He didn't.." it was Anthony's time to moan, but not from pleasure. "I.. I didn't know he brought his dog.."
"Well, there isn't a thing we can do about it now, is there?" Kate wasn't mad anymore, with every stroke Anthony put more pressure onto her sore feet, it was such a good feeling, things started to feel funny more than anything. "Let's hope we'll have luck on our sides then.." she giggled, she leaned in to kiss her husband. "Otherwise you'll have more than one baby to take care of, since you're the one who let him lose." Kate padded him on the cheeks and kissed him again.
But they didn't, and a few months later, their house was filled with even more babies.
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MILES & FRANKIE — NIGHT TWENTY-NINE.
location : kitchen and then terrace.
time : after frankie kisses adela, post-challenge.
description : miles and frankie talk about monster house and kiss on the terrace.
featuring : miles / @heatwayve
𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.
sighing, frankie pushes up from her seat, nodding at mali and adela and feeling awkward somehow as she makes her way to the other part of the kitchen, where the islanders are making drinks. she drops her elbows down onto the counter next to miles, scootching him along a place. "hey," she says, not meeting his gaze, because all game it feels kinda like they've been dancing around each other, nervous for a repeat of the last game. or hoping for it. "it said islanders you think are into you, and i actually know you're into me, so..." she snorts. "that's why."
miles o'sullivan
god, he probably looks like a tool having walked off like that. granted, there was no way he could've sat around and watched them suck face any longer, because yeah, he was jealous – but he's not actually mad about it or anything. "what? no, it's cool," he laughs, fixing her with a grin, "i don't want you to kiss me in a challenge or on a dare anyway." he wants their next kiss to be outside of one, without the excuse or the implication that it was only done because of someone else's prompting.
𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.
"what are you making me?" she nods to the glasses and various bits of fruit in front of them. she's assuming that dylan was here somewhere, and has snuck off to find phoebe. she'l probably get an earful from him later. or not, but his views on her antics during challenges are always to be taken with a grain of salt. it's not like he's being a saint. "yeah?" she asks, elbow pushing against his. "why? is a challenge not real enough for you?" god forbid he says something corny about wanting her to pick him for him and not because of a piece of paper telling her to, although actually that would probably be pretty cute. "you thought yesterday was too tame?"
miles o'sullivan
"dunno. dylan was just about to show me," he says, since he's been attending a bartending lesson as they speak. "oh, it was pretty fucking real," miles laughs, thinking about yesterday. it's still the closest he's gotten to her. "just might be nice to not have everyone watching and screaming in my ear, y'know? feels like we've already given them enough of a show. don't know if they could handle it," he jokes, eyes flashing in a way that implies a sort of shared mischief or . . . well, something between them that he wouldn't mind keeping between them. "you wanna bunk with me again tonight?"
𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.
she plucks a chunk of mint from the chopping board, and tosses it into her mouth like a cowboy's toothpick. "we could always get a little creative. come up with a new cocktail. the miles and frankie special." his reasons for wanting to kiss her outside of a challenge are endearing enough that she has to look away, tips of her ears flushing as she chews on the end of the mint. "aw, shucks..." she sighs, adopting the role of the country bumpkin. "yeah, no, i know what you mean... with everyone watching it feels like, less personal." her eyes snap across to him again, and she tears her sprig of mint in half, holding the other out towards his mouth. "only if you get all sexy and macho on me. i'm not asking you tomorrow, i'm asking you tonight." frankie scoffs, her impression sounding more like batman than miles, and then softens slightly. "yes, miles. i would absolutely love to bunk with you again. you are the best bunk mate i could ask for." she'd actually made her way over here to ask him, but he's beat her to it, like he beats her at everything else. except that challenge. she'll have to laud it over him later. "are you top or bottom bunk, tonight?"
miles o'sullivan
"okay, sure," he takes out two cups, "what goes in first? you add an ingredient, then i will. eventually it'll make something." and dylan's eye will start twitching mysteriously. miles catches the way she looks away, disguising any feeling with a goofy voice and he smiles fondly. "yeah, it's fun, very...frat party, but i would like to kiss someone in here without everyone shouting over my shoulder," there's a certain emphasis that he places on someone that makes it pretty clear that he means her. she makes fun of his words from last night and he's totally cheesing, "caught me. i had every intention of asking you tomorrow," well, only if last night went well, and...to him, it really did. still, it feels like a total success that he's convinced her twice, cheeks almost aching from the pressure of his smile when frankie accepts. "well, i know we've established that i can switch off, but...i'll take the top," he leans on his side at the countertop so he's facing her more directly, playing along with whatever this bit is, "that work for you?"
𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.
she doesn't want to move and disrupt whatever energy's flowing between them right now, so instead she leans across him, one hand on his shoulder as support, stretching until her fingers lock around the kahlúa bottle and she sinks back into place. she swills a measure of it into each glass, screws the cap back onto the bottle, and turns her stare back to miles. "your move." it feels good to have an activity to busy themselves with, so that when he starts talking about how he wants to kiss someone without everybody and their nana ogling (brave of him) it isn't quite so heavy, it can slide under the radar of another stupid game, so that they can dance around the centre of what they're actually talking about. "maybe you should take that someone to the terrace." she says, as if she's giving him relationship advice on adela, or mali, and honestly, maybe she is, but it feels too fucking pointed not to be about her. "it's not totally private, but it's better than like, the fucking kitchen, so..." she was propped on both her elbows, giving her the out to look ahead, but now she's on one, body angling back towards his, the hand that isn't propping her up toying with the hem of his shirt. "that works. when me and leo used to bunk bed, i'd stick shit up the bottom and pretend the top one was haunted so he'd let me have it." she knows that isn't what they're talking about, and that much is obvious in the flash of her eyes when she looks at him. "oh! i meant to tell you. i had a brain wave when i was talking to josh earlier. my favourite buscemi is randall. monsters inc, you know?"
miles o'sullivan
miles reaches for a bottle of something when frankie cuts him off with a suggestion. he tries to look focused on what he's doing, a lopsided grin tugging at the corner of his lip. "yeah?" he remarks, "alright, yeah, that's a good idea. i'll ask them in a bit." playing coy for no reason other than following along with the bit, like the imaginary someone could possibly be someone else that's not her. the terrace is such an elusive, sexy concept to miles – maybe not to the islanders who've been here for ages, but he hasn't even been out there yet, save for the two seconds he and frankie peeked it on their house tour before opening every drawer and cabinet in the dressing room. he finishes pouring. "good shout. i still think you've got to rewatch g-force, though, i think you'd see things my way," he decides, taking a sip of the cup in front of him. he wrinkles his nose. "yeah, i can already tell this is gonna be shit," he coughs. "wanna grab a few beers and head up to the terrace with me?" miles asks, an indicative tilt of his head as a cheeky grin punctuates the question.
𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.
the fact that she's smiling from ear to fucking ear about something as stupid as a g-force reference tells frankie she's in trouble—the kind of trouble that makes you forget you already have a girl back home. "fine. soon as we get out of here, you and me, buscemi movie marathon." her fingers signal between her eyes and his, as if to say i'm watching you. "not in a netflix and chill way, i take my steve buscemi movies seriously." honestly, she's offended that he doesn't care to play out her mystery cocktail idea, but then his questions bulldozing every other thought in her head, skin flushed hot at the nape of her neck, and suddenly short of breath. "wait, me?" as if that wasn't obvious. but somehow, there's always room for doubt, like this whole thing is one big smoke-and-mirrors game that will snap away the moment she does something. got you. isn't that how casa amor works? "like, now?" she thought she'd have more time. going up there feels like opening the coraline hole in the wall and crawling through to the other side, like making a choice she isn't ready to make. would she let miles sew buttons onto her eyes? "oh. i get it. you want me to keep josh's spot warm for him... cute." she's playing off her surprise with humour, but hopes the heat in her cheeks doesn't translate into colour. "sure. what's your favourite? you seem like a budweiser guy." frankie'll take bud over heineken, but honestly she's more of a stella kinda girl. she moves to swing open the door of the fridge, begins loading up her arms with bottles and cans, whistling as she goes. "you wanna get snacks?"
TERRACE.
miles o'sullivan
"see, okay, when you say buscemi marathon..." he begins, opening the door for frankie. he passes her one of the beers they've grabbed, but not before being a total gentleman and popping the cap off for her with his teeth. classy. "does that include boss baby? yes or no?" he asks her. miles is the first to take a seat, beckoning her closer. but this also allows her to decide the proximity. he's not nervous, exactly, but it is the first time they've been really alone together since they met. but he's playing it cool. "and i am actually a bit desperate to get your thoughts on monster house while we're at it." this actually could make or break whether he tries to stick it on her.
𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.
“neat party trick,” frankie notes, gladly accepting the beer and taking a hearty swig. “that supposed to impress me?” it would probably impress her more if she couldn’t do it herself. as if she hadn’t learned for the sole purpose of being that girl who can open a bottle with her teeth at late night bonfires on the beach in naples. she drops down beside him, leaving a few inches space for the lord, but they’re close enough that when she draws her knees up in front of her, they rest against the edge of his thigh. “you know my brother actually lost a tooth that way,” if the stories are to be believed—there’s also rumours that he lost it in a scrap with a travelling salesman, or headbutting a member of social services when they tried to take her and leo away, or (the most likely scenario) being tossed around the boxing ring by the reigning champ from orlando. “so be careful,” subconsciously, her finger reaches out, running itself over the enamel of his teeth. “no boss baby. i don’t fuck with boss baby. we can hate watch it, but that’s it.” she takes another swig of her beer, drops the hand that toys with his mouth to link his fingers instead, not quite holding his hand, but rather dragging it into her lap to run her fingers over the intents in his skin. affection's like a mother tongue to frankie, more hers than speech could ever be. with words, she often ruins it. they never sound right in her mouth. “I’M ON YOUR LAWN, NEBBERCRACKER…” frankie bleats, in a hideous rendition of bones, sides splitting with laughter, to the point where she almost knocks over her beer, hooking it back with her knee. “honestly, it reminded me of the fleetwood mac rumours album. two people who can’t escape each other, they know it’s toxic but for some reason they can’t move on… it was poetic, honestly. except in this case, one of the people is a house. but the house is his wife, right?”
miles o'sullivan
"had to redeem myself from my abysmal pong game earlier. but don't worry, i think i've picked up on the fact that it'd take a bit more than that," he laughs. "'m missing a tooth, too. not from opening bottles, i got kicked in the face," he gently moves her fingers to one of his top teeth on the left, "that one's fake." she sits close but not overtly so, and for a moment miles wonders if it was the right move continuing their conversation from downstairs, but her impression of jason lee's voice makes him crack up so hard that he doesn't care. "no, no, i don't fuck with boss baby either, thank god," miles agrees with her. "that is the most profound analysis of monster house i've ever heard, though. dunno, though, because it was more like he was trapped in something unhealthy but couldn't leave 'cause he loved her so much. nice how it surprises you for a bit, you think he's the villain the whole time but really, he's like, the victim? poor bastard," miles clicks his tongue against his teeth before taking a sip of his drink. his gaze flickers back up to meet hers a little more gently. frankie puts on a pretty boisterous face throughout the day, but getting josh's perspective, miles knows that the original islanders are dealing with a lot more than they let on. he draws his thumb over the palm of her hand, gentle, but there's an intentional way he has it pinned to her thigh. "how's your day been, though? i feel like i barely talked to you, so busy being grafted, there was like a fuckin' waiting list," he grins at her, "probably feels pretty good to know that all of us are proper into ya." considering she had half the group at her side during that dare.
𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.
her fingers are still in his mouth, trailing over his teeth as he speaks, playing spot the difference with the one he claims is fake and the others beside it, posts on a picket-fenced lawn. “was pretty fucking horrifying to watch, actually. how many did you score again? zero? where’s that i’m a fucking athlete energy now?” still, it hadn’t given her the ick. if anything, it was endearing to watch miles humbled into a more pathetic version of himself, and instinctively she shifts closer to balance out the fact that she’s kind of shitting on him. she’s always trapped in the seesaw of tugging him closer and pushing him away, a mind that changes like the tides when it comes to what she wants, who she wants, fickle and unforgiving—but right now, with her thumb trailing over his lower lip, she doesn’t feel too much like running. “who the fuck would kick you in the face? tell me who did it. i’ll burn their house down.” she probably would, too, though she’s assuming it was an accident, can’t imagine anyone deciding that miles deserves a fucking boot to the face. poor lad. “that’s so romantic…” frankie comments, of his monster house analysis, girlish and overly sentimental, and somehow giving jenny. “literally goals. i want a love like theirs. i’m gonna get them to redo my promo so i can be like… i’m looking to find a love like the old man and and the fucked up house slash wife he can’t escape in the 2006 classic monster house, and i’ll force them to put it in the show. i’ll say, you have to do it or i’ll stop performing. i refuse to be a piece in your games, peeta mellark style or whatever.” the thumb that’s pressed against his lip moves to trail down the point of his nose and back up again, sliding over each eyebrow in turn, like she’s piecing together the parts of his face through touch alone.
“oh, fuck off, there was not a fucking waiting list. and if there was, you’d be at the fuckin’ top, queueing up to sign my dance card for the ball…” her laughter’s the visceral kind, red hot and raking through her so hard that her teeth chink against the edge of her beer bottle, and she feels the aftershock zing through her nerve endings. it judders in her wisdom teeth, whole body shivering. “honestly. my day was quiet. nobody tried to tackle me to the ground. what’s all that about?” she notices then that miles doesn’t have a beer, plucks one from the sofa, cracks the cap off with her own teeth and slots it between his thighs with a knowing smirk. an eye for an eye. “are you? ‘propper into me’?”
miles o'sullivan
"see, i wanna be like that peeta guy, actually," he leans in, a playful arch of his brow as he takes on some kind of deeper voice, maybe it's supposed to be a josh hutcherson impression or something – maybe just something more sinister than his usual cadence, "frankie and i wouldn't have any regrets about love island at all...if it weren't for the baby." he tries not to laugh too hard, because this is all said while she's still tracing the lines of his face, somewhat unfazed but still endeared at the same time. has no idea what she's trying to do, but it's sort of calming to him. he doesn't know how anyone can be so anxious, on the verge of breakdown on this show like he's seen – maybe it's shortsighted, but he can't imagine feeling anything other than as happy and peaceful as he does right now, some resort in spain under a million stars, full attention of the coolest girl he's ever met, probably. "i'd be at the top, huh?" his grin turns cheeky, "you givin' me priority?" he probably shouldn't be such a dick about it, but he can't help himself – she's always feeding his ego in these little ways, ones that are probably inadvertent but they certainly hold his attention.
"c'mon," miles laughs at her question, his other hand reaching for her other leg now so he can manhandle her a bit, shifting her so she faces him and then he tugs even closer toward him in a singular motion. "what're you doing asking questions that you already know the answer to?" miles says, his left hand reaching up to take hold of frankie's cheek, thumb pressing onto her jaw, tilting her head upward. it's not completely forceful, but it's not gentle either, already gotten the impression that frankie's not someone you treat like glass – he's buzzing with too much desire to be entirely coy about it. gaze can't seem to focus, darting between her lips and her eyes, and miles is starting to think that it's not really about the question at all – maybe she just wants him to prove it. so he does, a split-second, likely impulsive decision to lean-in and close the gap, pressing his lips to hers hungrily.
𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.
there’s that familiar swell of something between them, like telepathy, or a forcefield. she’s more aware of the places they aren’t touching than the places they are, and shuffles closer to remedy it, knees shifting further into his lap, one arm looping around his shoulders so that her beer bottle rests on the other side of him, against his chest. “the baby?” frankie repeats, eyes round as tea saucers. “shit, dude. you really are all-or-nothing.” her free hand fastens around his wrist, drags it over the swell of her stomach, puffing air down into her diaphragm, imagines a sickly creature there that’s half-hers, half-his. “what are we thinking names-wise? because honestly, i like wendell or gerald, and i’m not prepared to budge on that.” her skin feels too tight for her skeleton, heat creeping into her cheeks when she looks at him, laughter swelling up in her and spilling from her mouth. the place where she holds his hand to her skin burns like a fire brand. he’s got good hands, capable hands, girthy fingers as miles had so eloquently put it. it wouldn’t take much, just a little encouragement from her, for him to slide his down over her abdomen, sink beneath her skirt, and touch her... she swallows hard, horniness wearing her like a tailor-made coat, and wonders if he can feel the quicken of her pulse in her stomach.
when he grabs her like that, all greedy hands and hungry eyes, there’s a snapping inside of her ; a want that seizes her and sizzles up her spine as she bends beneath his grip, head keeling into his hand where his fingers meet her jaw. fingers abandon her beer to grip instead at the fabric of his shirt like an animal half-starved. she hears the bottle shatter somewhere on the decking, but she’s too drunk on the way he’s looking at her to even care. “did you bring me up here to talk about monster house, or are you gonna fucking kiss me?” in other words, do it, pussy. and he does. it isn’t gentle—miles isn’t gentle—but she’s possessed by the way he touches her, not like she’s something breakable, but like she’s robust, like his hands know how to hold her, could catch any punch she threw his way in a boxing glove but could just as easily caress her with a tenderness that could make her cry. her hands slide up over the planes of his shoulder, fist into his hair, drag themselves down his back, and then she’s swinging her leg over to sit in his lap, sinking down and connecting with something hard. she yelps, tearing herself away. “ow! what the fuck—” it’s a fucking beer bottle. god. something like relief swells up inside of her, spilling out of her in a peal of laughter as she tosses the bottle aside, soaking the cushions with budweiser, hand nursing the spot on her thigh where a bruise will surely be blooming. “oh my god. i thought that was you.” it’s what you get for not looking before you leap—and she had lept, straight into his lap, her desperation palpable when she takes his chin in her hand, guides his lips back to hers, open mouthed and needy when she dips her tongue into his mouth. “hey…” she breathes, drawing away for a second to catch her breath, one hand in his hair, the other sliding down his chest. “if you were a fucked up house trying to kill kids, i’d probably keep living in you, too.” it’s her weird and unsettling way of saying that she likes him.
miles o'sullivan
there's no doubt in him when he pulls her close, no worry about the what ifs – there's not even any time to think about that, especially with the way she leans upward to meet him so naturally, matching his energy with her own. it's vaguely reminiscent of being around the fire pit yesterday, that same refusal not to do anything by half as she immediately comes closer to him. but it's better than yesterday, no surprise, no jeering in the background. miles has always thought that second kisses are better than first ones anyway, no awkward moment of trying to figure each other out, there's a familiarity about it that's undeniably sexy – and then, of course, there's intention. first kisses have to happen, a necessary evil, and they definitely don't have to be all that good but second kisses . . . well, their likelihood is significantly lower if you're not a fan of the first. but just as he's getting into it, frankie yells and draws back, sounding pained – and gives him a fucking heart attack while she's at it, "shit, i'm sorry, are you –" he has no idea what he's apologizing for, really, but whatever it is, he didn't mean to hurt – then he cracks up laughing upon realization.
"jesus fuckin' christ," he hums, reaching out to brush the sore spot on her thigh with a gentle caress of his thumb. he's about to make a stupid quip about not being that hard yet, but his brain isn't working fast enough right now, thankfully. then she's right back where he wanted her in the first place, pulling him into an open-mouthed and needy kiss that feels like getting completely tangled up in her. he lifts her this time, hands on her ass as he picks her up a bit, pulling her onto his lap properly and hopefully without any collateral damage. he just wants her closer – knowing damn well that while getting to know frankie has been like trying to wrangle a hurricane, he can't help but want to chase her storm. the way she pulls away has him groaning softly, inadvertently . . . honestly a bit pathetically. "hi," he laughs, breathless, as his hands slide up to her waist, thumbs pressing lower. "yeah. i'd chase everyone off your lawn, for sure," he agrees, though it must be incredibly clear already that he likes her, too.
𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.
breath catches like a skipped record when his thumb circles over that particularly tender spot on her thigh. her head’s against his, skin meeting skin in the press of their foreheads, fingernails trailing over his scalp as her thumb circles the soft spot of skin behind his ear. “no, it’s fine, i’m good. i’m having a good time…” she loves the way they can laugh their way through a kiss. there’s something so warm about hearing miles laugh against her mouth, feeling it shake his diaphragm beneath her hands, and suddenly his hands are all over her—on her hips, on her ass, on her thighs, on her waist—and she’s melting into him like soft butter in a pan, feels her skirt rise up as he draws her closer still, her hips shifting against his hips as a low moan catches in their mouths. god. he’s so fucking cute when she pulls away, grinning stupidly up at her, a groan on his lips like a horny teenager. it's a sound that asks for more ; she can’t help but dip her mouth down to meet the side of his neck, their stupid fucking flirting so juvenile that it’s perfect. this feels like every high school relationship that existed in that sweet invulnerable pocket of youth where you feel invincible, back before any of them had disappointed her. miles makes her feel young, and stupid, and invincible. she wants to take him back to that locker room they spoke about, kiss him against every grimy surface of it, replace a fading memory of shitty person with him and somehow thread him into the narrative of her soccer girl years. feels like she could’ve known him then, anyway, like their lives were running parallel, but a timezone apart.
she trails kisses down his neck, teeth pulling at the skin—she doesn’t leave a mark ; doesn’t want anyone knowing about this moment, because it would take away from them—her mouth eventually carving back across his jaw to find his mouth again. this is better than the first time, because it’s theirs alone. there isn’t a clock counting down the seconds until it becomes too far. she can take her time with him, although admittedly the kiss feels hurried, like they’re existing on borrowed time, both of them handsy and desperate and kind of feral in the way they grab each other closer, can't seem to fill their hands with enough of each other. (one of hers is at his throat, the other at his hip). yesterday, when he’d tackled her, when they were ransacking the villa and idly flirting in the gym, she’d toyed with the idea of this becoming something, but already, she likes him a lot more than she’d originally planned.
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Spotlight
'Are you lost little bird?' his velvet voice spread all over my face which- I bet my life on it- was drained of all colour instead of ripening like a tomato.
I stood frigid, encompassed by thick layers of fictitious ice. That was a fatal blow to my already inflicted heart! I was sure it couldn't handle the pressure and before a reply could shoot out of my mouth, my legs shot out from under me and I readily drifted into a temporary coma.
The last thing I remember was Sebas- no PRIEST Carmelo Carter, hoisting my limp body in his arms and walking up the hallway. That definitely is a costume for another shoot!! I, very, essentially, must have imagined him in WHITE!!!
After what seemed like hours of blissful sleep, which otherwise, interrupted by ludicrous appearances of the Kuroshitsuji cast displaying illegitimate behaviour according to the Black Butler laws, I flickered my eyelids open right when Sebastian made his ridiculous entrance draped in priestly robes. I jerked my body up and let my mouth vent out a powerful ear splitting scream, 'SEBASTIAN NOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooo!'
The body in white clad jumped instantly to my side, holding up a glass of water to my face, running its wide pale hands, hugged by his white alb, up and down my back, attempting to calm my nightmare stricken face.
'Oh God! It's a terrible nightmare... I am still seeing Sebastian in White!' I slumped back into the couch and forced my eyes shut, waving my hands in the air attempting to wade off the hideous man in white. But my hands hit real flesh. More like a slap actually and I jerked my eyes open.
‘Ouch!’ said the man, rubbing his cheeks.
‘OK now I am officially in HELL…’, I said rolling my eyes shut.
‘God forbid should you utter such an unholy word, the first thing you wake up!’ the man squeaked, springing up and instantly drawing crosses over his body and in the air with his eyes closed and his mouth moving up and down in a constant mumble.
I watched him spellbound, unable to voice a single word from my mouth which had gone maddeningly numb.
‘Girl, are you catholic?’ he asked his eyes all sparkling with sincerity or pride or belief or whatever it was he held in himself.
‘I am definitely not an atheist… but… I don’t believe in the concept of god…’ I said slowly. I knew I should have chosen my words more carefully but my tongue had a tendency to run faster than my brain. So I simply prepared myself mentally for a painfully long religious lecture.
‘Tut, Tut, Tut, Tut’, he said, shaking his index finger, displeased with the answer. 'If you don't believe in god, then you are nothing short of an atheist. God is everything, the light you see, the wind you feel, the water you drink, the mountains, the ice, the birds, the animals, you, me... everything’, he said with a sated smile.
A muscle ticked away angrily under my eye. Nothing he said made sense! The light you see is from the god damn sun that rules our solar system, the wind you feel is actually the stirring of the molecules that make up the atmosphere, thanks to the sun, the water you drink is a compound that was on earth even primordial to your own god's appearance, the mountains are a result of agitated tectonic activities inside earth, the ice is because the sun's rays are too lazy to blaze the poles, the birds and animals evolved from a line of reptiles only found on the internet, you and I were born thanks to our parents who got tangled in a hideous arrangement called MARRIAGE ! I wanted to scream all that back at the priest who went on canting about some fourth chapter of some Old or New Testament... god knows what. I simply let his words slide across my ears withholding their progress into my tender brain which had been stacking up quite a lot of tension thanks to all the previous unexpected encounters.
I watched quietly, hugging my knees as he rambled on and on... 'god this god that'… 'we this we that'… waiting patiently for his dreary lecture to come to an end. My foster family had always been like this, so it wasn’t a completely new sensation. Complaining had been elaborate, decked with long dreary lectures and appreciations – if any – were always scantily furnished with mediocre words like Good perpetually followed by Could do much better…I yawned my memories away that had been rekindled thanks to the rambling priest and glanced at him through the V formed between my folded knees.
He had the features of Sebastian alright, a pointy long nose, a slender willowy build accompanied by long lean legs, bangs of raven black hair pulled neatly behind the ears, high cheekbones structured after the European look, thin lips curling effectively as each word was spoken with self-satisfaction, his unusual red eyes sparkling with dainty interest. Everything about the face was perfect. It was only when my eyes found their way down the neck, my mind started to fret and I looked away. Sebastian was a Demon for Christ’s sake. Not a shred of white should even be allowed anywhere near him. I sighed to let him know that I was genuinely tired and my ears were hurting but that did not seem to lower his enthusiasm. To my utter dismay, he continued with an even greater inspiration now found in my frowning face. I buried my head in between my legs. There was no hope…
Knock Knock! Knock Knock!
I lazily lifted up my woozy head that was putting up a tough battle with the priest's biblical recital to peer at the person who had made their entrance. I bet I had never been so happy to find my maniacal manager standing in the doorway. He was my saviour... just this once. I beamed at him but started fidgeting when he shot me a death glare. Where the hell were you? And what's with all this passing out about?? His eyes spoke.
I simply shrugged and continued to sulk. Now I had to prepare my mind for an earful from my gay manager.
He strode over to the sofa and flashed his business smile, 'Can you walk honey??'
Oh! It had started happening!! The sweet talk that would gradually morph into a sinister lecture. I kept my head low knowing what was to be expected and simply nodded.
‘Thank you so much for your help Mr Carter. I apologize for the inconvenience.’
‘Not a problem at all.’ He looked over to me and said, ‘Let me know if you are interested to turn into a Catholic. I will be happy to introduce you to our Church.’
Not in a million years! Instead you should get out of that place, Sebastian! I flashed my signature smile at him, ‘Thank you Seb- I mean Mr. Carter. I will consider your offer.’
‘Thanks Brock.’ I said slowly once out of the priest's earshot.
‘What for? I am the one who should be thanking you instead. Thanks to you I got to see those taut buttocks I am so fond of…’ he said dreamy eyed, his hands squeezing some fictitious thing lewdly. I shuddered. ‘But I personally prefer him in Black clothes. White is just not his thing. He really should quit that manipulative institution.’
‘For once we share the same opinion! I love you Brock!’ I beamed, hugging him sideways.
‘No, no. No, no. No hugging and getting touchy feely. I am still mad at the fact that since your tiny ass didn’t return from the tiny errand that was assigned to you, I had to hear an earful from Mr. Stockworm.’ He pushed me away. ‘And refrain saying I love you unless you have grown a 9 inch dick.’
‘Sorry… but it’s rude to shove away such genuine love, Brock’ I replied, feigning hurt.
‘Oh Please! We are not on the sets honey. So quit acting. I know too well what you think of me inside that canny brain of yours.’
‘Ah! So rude!’ I laughed, and glad that I was spared a lecture. ‘Anyway, what did Stockworm want with you?’ I shuddered uttering that disgusting name and remembering his disgusting face. But he was the head manager of all the departments and if one needed to get to do some acknowledgeable acting, in other words be in the good books of the producers, he was the way. All was well if he had a nice personality but knowing such a perverted bastard he was, I simply felt revolted to be acknowledged by him.
‘No not me. You.’ Brock said smiling.
I stopped dead in my tracks. ‘What do you mean?’ I asked slowly, dread pooling in my stomach.
‘Well he saw you backstage some time ago and he said he had a perfect role for you. He asked you to meet him at the Milk and Cats ad agency on the 4th floor.’ This time he shuddered. ‘Who even comes up with such lame ad agency names? God should beat some gay genes into him.’ He looked back. ‘Ashen… hey… What happened honey? Are you not feeling well again?’ He shuffled back to me.
‘Brock, what if he asks me to give him a you-know-what in return for giving the role…?’ I trembled at the thought.
‘A Blowjob?’ Brock asked, raising his eyebrow.
‘Well yes! I am not sucking his goddamn cock. I rather quit acting than become his whore!’ I squealed. Yes, I definitely had my morals tight under the skin.
‘Honey, I don’t think he requests ‘a favour’, in his terms, out of someone who he himself is willing to cast. Besides, he does that only to those who approach him first. So don’t fret, honey. Everything will be fine. Also, I don’t think it's wise to mess this chance up. Who knows when another one will come around?’ He rubbed my back gently, smiling warmly.
‘Brock will you accept my proposal for marriage? Because right now I so wanna marry you!’ I chirped, hugging his tall lanky figure.
‘Oh! You want me traumatized for the rest of my life from straight passionless kisses and sex? Please! No can do. Now get your ass working Ashen Amor.’
‘Roger!’ I said and scooted.
I barged my way into the ground floor dressing room and grabbing my car keys and handbag, ran to the elevator. Which floor was it again? Yeah 4th floor. Come on dumb lift, come down already.
3 minutes of 'patient' waiting...
Damn you! I shot up the stairs like my life depended on it. I am going to get the role no matter what, before that lecher changes his mind. And I am going to stun everyone with my acting skills. So much so, they might make me a part of the Black Butler Set. A big happy smile crept up my face. My life is going to make a 180 degree spin tonight!
I panted and cursed as my tiny legs landed on the 4th floor. I quickly dashed through the sliding doors that read Milk and Cats Advertisement Agency and let out a tiny chuckle when I remembered what Brock had commented.
'Oh My! You have got to be kidding me!' I was flabbergasted at how many heads were actually occupying the room. The assembly was humongous. I must be dreaming. Either the agency is super popular despite the lame name or some big shot is actually co-acting tonight! - is what I thought.
At the centre was the brightly lit stage that was completely blocked out by the human army that had gathered in the room. I quickly waded through the sweaty bodies to the centre. I found what I was looking for quickly enough. How could anyone miss that amazing bald spot bathing in the spotlight that screamed attention from miles away? 'Mr. Stockworm, you... you called.' I hankered to the ground.
'Ah! Ms. Ashen, I have been waiting ages for you. Where have you been? You look so tired...' he stooped to touch my shoulder.
EEEEeeeewwwwwwww!!!! Take your filthy hands off me, you lusty goblin!!!! I smiled. 'I had a tiny errand to make on behalf of Mr. Broderick.' I gently brushed his hand off. 'I apologize for the delay. Has the crew already gathered for the shoot?'
'Of course! See... Right there is the cast.' He said, pointing to the stage.
My eyes popped out at what met my eyes...
Chapter 4: A very very BAD JOKE...
Summary:
A cat is cat and that is that...
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Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or the characters described by Yana Toboso with the exception of my own Creations.
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A very very BAD JOKE…
In the centre of the stage was a Holstein cow on a patch of fake grass with the backdrop of a never ending pasture under a cloudless blue sky. It mooed when our gazes met. Beside the cow was a petite little black cat licking its paws and stroking its ears, indifferent to all the countless human gazes gathering at it. I looked back at Stockworm. He was grinning and my head was spinning. WTF is a cow and a lackadaisical cat doing on the set? I blinked at him ridiculously.
'Mr. Stockworm, I am afraid I do not comprehend the situation...' I started slowly.
'Well… this is an ad for the Milk and Cats ad agency right? Hence the cow and the cat.' He beamed and I still wore my confused face.
'But Mr. Stockworm, what is my role in the ad?'
'Ah that! You see we managed to get the cat and the cow and as per the script, we have to make the cat drink milk from the cow's udder. But the problem is the cat is too non-indulgent to perform the act. So we had to get a replacement...' He smiled again. 'The replacement is you.'
What?????????????????????? I closed my eyes and dropped to the floor. Now I understood why the crowd had gathered. It was a monkey show all right. They wanted to see who that candidate would be who would make a fool out of him or herself. My suspicion became an assertion when I heard someone from the crowd call out, 'Hey bring in the human cat already!'
I drifted my eyes to see the blonde trio positioned right in the first row, whistling and howling in sadistic joy. What could get more worse????
'Ms. Ashen, Ms. Ashen. Are you alright?'
I looked at his monkey features and the insanely huge belly towering upon me with my half open eyes. Till now I had always thought you were a Dumb sex-lusting goblin but today I upgrade your Dumbness to a whole new level.
I picked my wrecked self up. So much for wanting to act in an ad. I kicked an imaginary stone inside my head. I again put on my signature gay smile, 'Mr. Stockworm, I must refuse this offer. It strictly is not... in my taste. And I am lactose intolerant. Even if a little milk gets into my system, I could go into an anaphylactic shock.' Another lie... I loved milk!
'Anaphy..ta... what?' He asked dumbfounded.
'Never mind. The point is, I cannot act the role. Besides you can make do this ad even without me... using graphics. Technology is so advanced and handy these days. Anyway, thank you for your offer but I must decline.' I shook his hands and was about to leave, but he kept my hand sandwiched between his. I looked back stunned. 'Mr. Stockworm!'
'Graphics won't do. It has to be the real deal. I will pay you thrice the amount this agency is offering me for the ad. So please...'
'And how much will that be?' I knew the range would be insignificant.
'30,000 Dollars.'
My jaw dropped. They were paying him 10,000 dollars for this ridiculous ad????
'Count me in!' I said without a second thought. That settles my house rent and hair spa for the coming three months!!!
He beamed again. 'Blake! Get the makeup artist!'
I shuffled to the backstage, rolling my eyes. Your morals sure are tight under your skin, Ashen!!
His eyebrow twitched as he stood almost half-naked before the notorious mortician who had just yawned away at his well thought-out joke.
Cheeks slightly flushed, the Earl began to undress his shirt, the only other clothing apart from his trousers. He closed his eyes, ‘This is the last joke I am left with…’
The grim reaper beamed through his matted hair. ‘Not giving up are we, Earl?’ he snickered. ‘Why don’t you call your skilled butler? If it is him, he could crack me up in a few seconds…’
‘Don’t talk nonsense. I cannot rely on him forever… a mere butler.’
‘Then give me the best laughter of this century, Earl. Do not disappoint me…’ challenged the reaper, his grin stretching from ear-to-ear.
Ciel’s eyebrow twitched again.
Sebastian was stationed outside the cottage for nearly 40 minutes now. He glanced briefly at his pocket watch and then at the shabby wooden door before him. Waiting was not one of his virtues lest his prey had not ordered him to do so. But there was a fine line drawn to when and where he could disobey the order provided the urgency of the situation. This they had mutually agreed and had put into practice during the long years he had been serving the noble. And 45 minutes was right on that line.
When the seconds hand swept close to 12 with a few nano seconds under, the entire cottage rattled with the Undertaker’s laughter soaring through the smoky night sky of London.
That was the signal. In the blink of an eye, Sebastian was inside the cottage.
‘He.. he.. he.. he… But..’ spoke Undertaker, wiping the drool off his goofy face, his body trembling from the aftereffects of cracking up. ‘Are you sure about this, Earl?’
‘Yes’ replied a flushed Ciel, pissed at himself for having to entertain the autopsy-loving-lunatic every single time he needed a favour and at his faithful servant whose curiosity filled gaze was blazing in to his back, as he re-dressed himself.
‘And make it quick’ he added with impatience.
‘Very well then, Earl’ Undertaker stood tall, his malicious looking death-scythe materializing from behind black ominous clouds. He deftly twirled the scythe, causing the clouds to swirl.
A tiny void peeped at the young master and even before a gasp could escape the Earl’s mouth, he was whisked away in to the void with the demon butler religiously following after him.
‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…….’
‘Brace yourself up, Earl! It is going to be a bumpy ride!’ Undertaker shrieked after them, tearing up with laughter again.
‘Interesting… very interesting… he he he…’ he sniggered as the cloud condensed into a tiny crystal ball and landed on his palm.
Chapter 5: LOST...
Chapter Text
LOST…
'Cat ears?'
'Check' I said touching my hairband that had a pair of flanking cat ears.
'Swishy tail?'
'Check' I said glancing at the projecting piece of linen on my rear.
'Fluffy paws?'
'Check' I said looking at the fake paws covering my hands and feet.
'Scanty Breasts?'
'Check. Wait, What?' I looked up annoyed. 'Susan!'
'Ha, ha, ha! Just checking if you haven't gone bonkers yet! How did he get you to agree for this shit anyway?'
'He said he would pay me thrice the amount he received from the agency.'
'Fucking Jesus Christ!'
I flinched. I always disliked the way she swore.
'You better be careful honey. He might have some ulterior motives. Has he asked you for 'the favour' yet?'
'No he did not and I am hoping he doesn't.' I fidgeted.
'Anyway, don't get yourself fucked up okay? Yours is the only little ass that hasn’t gone down his boner yet.'
'Stop spouting such ominous things!' I screeched frantically.
'Hey, just giving a friendly warning. What in the world would I not give to become a virgin like you again?' She winked.
Ah! She is a goner. I had realized it the day she came running to me and my slutty actress friend saying that she had slept with Jake McCable and was going to marry him, the greatest playboy in the studio. We were not surprised. She had been a nice person before a lot of things happened and her life went spiralling downwards. She subjected herself to whoring, drugs and what not. But that was life. We all had our nasty little secrets which when out in the open dramatically changed us.
My tummy rumbled. And I was not hungry. It was more like a powerful tribal dance going on, on the inside. I felt dizzy.
'Why Ms. Ashen, you look wonderful!'
I whirled around to find myself being scrutinized by a pair of lustful eyes. I suspect I could see a thin streak of drool exit the corner of his mouth that was half open in awe. I averted my own eyes, already regretting my decision.
I perked up when he advanced slowly, his hands leading in front of him, his fingers curving in a lewd manner. I ducked and walked past him. 'Mr. Stockworm, we must not keep the agency people waiting. Let's hurry up and finish the shoot.' I smiled. And I'll get the hell out of here!
'Yes, yes Ms. Ashen, we should hurry.' He wiped his drool with the back of his hand.
EEEEeeewwww! Gross! I hurriedly got to the side of the stage when the whole crowd burst into whistles, claps and howls, none of which were encouraging. I shrugged. The show must go on...
'Hey isn't that the lilliput from morning?' One of the blonde blokes noted. I lurched back. Damn it!! The other two blondes noticed me too and burst out laughing! Aaah! I so wanna die...
My misery seemed to have no end. I was asked by the director - Why do they even have a director for this lame act! - to get on my knees and suck off the cow's udder. I looked around the curious eyes gazing at me. I am so gonna get scarred for the rest of my life!!
But I bent down anyway, on all fours, swishing my tail as I kneeled. The crowd suddenly went quiet. I glanced back, slightly surprised. Did they suddenly admire my swishy tail?? But I caught myself looking into eager eyes that showed absolute mockery. It was like they were waiting... waiting for that final touch before exploding into sadistic convulsions. The blond trio was nowhere to be found though. I just rolled my eyes. Damn sadistic people!
I sighed tiredly by the time I had finished. I had so wanted to finish the shoot in my first attempt so I would be exempted a second series of mockery but somehow today, the so-called-god had contrastingly different plans for me. I was made to repeat the act twenty times before the monstrous director called the shoot off and the crowd dispersed. Twenty fucking times I had to suck off that stinking udder! The cow had seemed strangely sane throughout. I was worried I would be kicked but luckily I wasn't. Did it mistake me for its calf? I had no idea.
'Ms. Ashen!', the director approached a sulking me, 'You were amazing on the stage! I am going to recommend to the agency to make you the mascot of the Milk and Cats ads in the future.'
Amazing, really? And a Mascot? Don't you think you have done enough damage already? I looked at him sourly. The First culprit behind my public humiliation. 'Um... Mr. Clifton, I don't think I will survive another dose of mortification as I did today. I am inclined to decline.'
He shook his shaggy head that bore hair that fizzed out of his skull, clouding around him in the shape of cotton candy. Was that a wig?? 'You are missing a great opportunity Ms. Ashen.' he said. 'Nobody gets to be a mascot for a product at your age. There is no hurry. Reconsider my offer.' He smiled and left.
Reconsider? My ass! Like hell I will do that unreasonable ad again! How does a cat sucking off a cow's udder even be a probable promotion idea??? People are insane! They probably just leave their brains at home before coming to work!
'Meow...' A warm body pressed against mine, getting all comfortable, rubbing its back and tail as it sandwiched itself between my legs. I narrowed my eyes at the cat. The Second culprit behind my public humiliation. But I simply shrugged and picked up the feline. I could never hate cats. They were the only sane things thriving on earth, never once getting influenced by the mad world out there. I stroked its ears that drew pleasant purring sounds out of the feline. She was magical and beautiful. Solid black supple body with silky raven fur and heavenly soft squishy paws. Such alluring eyes. I wished they were red. I kept blinking into those dreamy eyes and failed to notice danger enclosing upon me with twinkling eyes.
Just when the figure almost closed up on me, I whirled around, shoving the cat into Mr. Stockworm's face.
'O~Ooo!' he said, falling back on his rear. I had commendable reflexes.
'Oh! Mr. Stockworm, are you alright?' I knelt beside him, continuing to stroke the cat, not in the least sorry.
'Ms. ... Ms. Ashen... could you... could you get the cat out of my face? I-I am scared of them.' he faltered, sprawled on the floor like a clumsy bear.
'Awww! No way! She is so adorable... How could you even be scared of such a cute thing?' I asked, not bothering to back off. That ass definitely needed a lesson for humiliating me! The Third culprit behind my public humiliation.
He squeaked, covering his face. 'Please, please.. I beg you.. take it away...'
I smiled evilly with satisfaction before pulling the feline back into my arms. Her existence at that moment of time was upsetting the lusty goblin. And I loved cats. There was no more of a reason required, why she shouldn't be continued to be craddled in my arms. I didn't let her go.
He sat upright and huffed, pulling out a rose scented handkerchief and wiping his sweaty bald head, 'T-Thank you Ms. Ashen. You are so kind.'
'Sure Mr. Stockworm.' I continued to smile charismatically. 'By the way when can I expect my payment?'
He looked up instantly, 'Why don't you collect it tomorrow in my office in the afternoon?' he replied offhandedly. Of course! A lusty goblin like him never needed rehearsals for this kind of invitation.
I smiled, 'I am afraid I have some other appointments at that time, Mr. Stockworm. Wouldn't you be kind enough and pay me right here?'
'But I don't have that much cash on-'
'Oh! Then a cheque will do. No problem.' I cut him off.
He fidgeted. He was trying to think of some other excuse.
'Come on Mr. Stockworm. It's old news that you carry your cheque book with you at all times. Be kind enough to handover the cheque, please...'
'And what if I decline?'
I shrugged, shaking my head, 'I will simply have your ailurophobia revealed to everyone! That will be news. And I bet there a lot of people in this industry who would love to watch you go berserk while being chased by cute little innocent kitties.' I gave him a nasty smile.
He was spellbound. Terror danced in his eyes as ecstasy in mine. I was not even going to justify my actions to myself at that point. The feeling of tormenting someone was too alluring and I was currently enjoying that moment. I could understand why demons enjoyed traumatizing humans. They simply gave such exquisite reactions!
After a brief moment of a cold war that went on between my head manager and my eyes, he sighed and reached for his breast pocket. Pulling out his wallet and a crisp cheque leaf, he quickly signed off $ 30,000 and handed it to me.
'Thanks Mr. Stockworm.' I said, taking the cheque and 'abruptly' dropping the cat. 'Oops!'
'Ms. Ashen!' the manager screamed his head off as the feline landed on his thighs.
'Sorry, sorry.' I chuckled and lifted the cat nimbly and walked away, laughing to myself.
'There you go buddy!' I let the feline go once I had reached the backstage room.
'How in the world did you pull off that shit unscathed?' Susan rounded on me, admiration glittering in her hazel eyes.
'You saw how I pulled it off.' I laughed, settling on a chair.
'Man, I will have to fuck Jesus to get that kind of money right after the shoot!'
'No, just Stockworm. He will be more than willing to give away all his wealth, which I bet even Jesus never had in his lifetime.'
'You are right. I am actually fine with it, if it were not for that pot belly hanging around him.'
'No pain no gain, Susan.'
'Yeah.' she sighed and settled beside me. 'By the way, Jake is holding a party at his home. Do you wanna come? There will be lots of booze and lots of hot guys.'
'And lots of meaningless sex. Count me out.' I stood up and stretched.
'Well that's life.'
'No, that's your life.'
'So what you call making love to that clay lump in your room, meaningful?'
I whirled around horrified, 'Who in the world told you about that?'
She gave me a greasy smile, throwing her hands to the sides, 'Guess who?'
I rolled my eyes, 'Sasha, that bitch!'
Susan giggled and projected her pierced face close to mine, 'So when do I get the official invitation to your room to see your creation?'
'You will never be invited officially or unofficially.' I pushed her face away, disgusted.
'Tsk! Stingy. You shouldn't hide your creativity in your closet, Ashen. Let it illuminate the world.'
'My creation is illuminating my world. And that's sufficient.' I huffed, angered. 'By the way aren't you getting late?'
'Oh holy shit fucking Christ!' She dashed to the makeup room to grab her things.
I flinched again. Why doesn't she stop with just holy shit? Well, that was just her.
She darted toward the entrance but shuffled back into the room, 'Hey, that bitch friend of yours told me to tell you that she is taking your car. See ya.'
Whaaaaaat???? I stared after her. Unfucking believable! What was wrong with people? Owning things that are not even theirs!!
I stomped my foot angrily before turning around to look for my bag. But something seemed wrong. I looked around the lockers, the tables, the chairs and the benches. My belongings were nowhere to be seen. I panicked and ran to the adjoining makeup room. Again, no bag. Not even a trace of it. I stood grounded to the floor, a foreboding sensation sinking in me. Did Sasha take the bag too? But that was not possible. She must have only taken the car keys. I was very certain for the same had repeated numerous times in the past.
I rewound the entire scenario from the moment I had walked inside the door of the agency. What seemed odd? Did I meet anybody who holds a grudge on my way? No. Could Mr. Stockworm have taken the bag to take revenge? Not possible. Did someone mistake it for theirs? Nobody will mistake such a lame bag for theirs. Then where in the world-
I stopped short. One thing had happened that was unusual in the evening. The blond trio's mysterious disappearance during the act!
I raked my brain upon this discovery. What would a fucking 10 year old think to pull a prank? Wait, wait, wait... The 10 year olds think nasty these days. It is highly likely that my bag is floating down some drainage hole, probably transported to a completely different city by now. Shit! What do I do? Ok, I will just believe they are dumb. What could they have come up with anyway! If I just look around this corner, I will find my bag and my belongings. Wait if they have the phone safe, I can still find its location by calling it. Then what the hell am I waiting for? Move squishy paws. Look for a substitute cloth and get the hell out of here!
New Beginnings
itsnotkimmy
Summary:
A seventeen year old Ciel finds out about his butlers family history, and his family finds out a secret about Ciel. How will these secrets determine Ceil's fate? Along the way of these mysteries, Ciel finds himself falling for his butler.
Notes:
So I got inspired by @kawaiimilkshakedreams wonderful posts on tumblr and with their permission, I am writing a fanfic about them. Here is the first chapter. (don’t be afraid to give me feed back!) This dose contain Sebaciel in the future, but I’m making ciel older. Enjoy!
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
Chapter 1: Information
Chapter Text
Ciel took a trip to the undertaker, without his butler, he might add. The queen had sent him to hunt after a certain smell, he needed the undertakers help. The poor young man didn’t want to go but it was necessary. There were corpses piling up in England, Scotland yard was no help. They were just lifeless. It broke her majesties heart, so as any other case, she sent her puppy to fetch. Sebastian was busy with the other servants in town, he was helping Mey-Rin get new glasses and Finnian search for a new straw hat since his old one was already falling apart. Baldroy wanted more cigars and Tanaka just came for a ride. Snake was the new addition to his servants, so the young lord thought it would be good for the boy to come along. The blue eyed boy, well teenager, he had turned seventeen last week, grown taller too, went to get information from the wrenched old man.
“Well hello earl..” The undertaker greeted him from behind the desk, loony as ever. “What has the dog come to seek... and price one is willing to pay...” The mad man laughed. “I don’t have time for your foolish games undertaker. I need information, Sebastian will come back later for your ‘payment’.” The undertaker hopped to the other side of his desk and sat on top, crossing his legs. “And here I thought it was my lucky day and measure you up for one of me coffins.” His long grey robe covered his body, he tilted his head almost as if to get a better view of the young lord. Ciel’s facial expression remind the same, calm and collected. “I need information on the victim’s body. The ‘soul eater’ they call him...” He began. “They all just seem to die, most of them were healthy at the time hey passed. What do you know?” The blasted old man always knew something.
The undertaker gave a spine-chilling laugh. “You might already know little earl. You know that this ‘soul eater’ is, but you need to confirm-” Ciel growled, “No its not Sebastian!” He raised his voice, gearing at the uncanny man in front of him. “No no no my child... there is still much you don’t know about your dear old butler...” The man swiftly hopped off the counter and stepped closer to the grown boy. “How much do you know about demons young one? Where do they come from? How are they made? Are they like humans? Do they have siblings?” He whispered. “What dose any of that have to do with the case?!” Ciel’s patience was wearing thin by this pint. Stupid reaper. “How about I tell you a story?” Ignoring the earl.
“His parents met in the human world...” He began to explain, curing his lip with every word he said. “Those demons... the world is very big. But they were in the same place at the same time. The female was young, she had no experience with partners. But the male…” he smirked, “Well, he had already fathered two children with two other partners.”
The silver haired man got up and leaned against the wall, never taking his eyes off the blue eyed boy. “But when you’re a demon, that really doesn’t matter, dose it? Both of them were the reincarnation of lust, on a night where perversion was mixed with darkness and permeated everything around, such a disgusting and beautiful act.” The man sighed and slid down the wall, his voice was low and soft, “After that he left, typical of a man don’tcha think little earl?” His laughter filled the room. “Leaving his seed inside her, time passed. The beast was growing inside another beast. In the end nobody could do anything. A Demon was born.”
Ciel’s eyes widened, looking at the undertaker. “Sebastian...” The man laughed once more. “Your butler...” The young lord growled once again. “Okay, Sebastian has half siblings. Why do I care? What dose this have to do with any-” His eyes widened, oh what a fool. “Its’s his brothers isn’t it? The one that have been killing people.” He murmured. “Good little puppy, you snuff out the demons.” The unsettling laughter began. “Why are they here?” There was so much he didn’t understand. Were they here for Sebastian?
“Your guess is as good as mine earl.” The reaper was back behind his desk. “But why now? What has changed?” Ciel shook his head and turned around. “Thank you for the information, your payment will come tomorrow. Good day.” And with that the young man left the shop with this new information. This is starting to get interesting… A smile formed on his lips. Very interesting.
Chapter 2: Family Reunion
Notes:
There are some pictures that go with this Fanfic, their on my tumblr and @kawaiimilkshakedreams on their tumblr.
Chapter Text
“Sebastian! Sebastian! I want this hat with the different colored feathers! It looks like different birds...” Finny was having the time of his life in the hat shop, picking hats up and trying them all at once. Sebastian rubbed his temples. Yes, he was a demon, but that doesn’t mean he can’t have headaches. Well, yes it can. At least with this lot, any demon would have taken their soul already. “No Finny, this one will do.” Sebastian sighed and picked up a plane garden hat, much like Finny’s old one, and purchased it. If the savants were left on their own accord, the young master would surely lose all his money by lunch time. Speaking of the small brat, he had left a while ago. It was nearly three hours ago, but the young lord said to meet at their estate in the city and he could not disobey his masters order. Ciel was getting older, he wanted to prove that he could take care of himself without his demon. Sebastian smirked, Yes, he might be a little brat but his little brat was growing up to be a fine young man… A kitten that thought himself a lion. The demon shook his head.
“Alright everyone!” The man in black clapped his hands, and the servants quickly stood in a straight line. “Get in the carriage, we shall meet up with our master in the estate is that clear?” A chorus of ‘Yes sir’ rang from their mouths and swiftly climbed inside. In no time they had made it to the estate and settled in. Mey-Rin was cleaning, and so far she had not broken a single plate or even tripped! The new glasses were working perfectly on her. Snake had gotten a bag, to hide all of his reptilian friends when they headed out with the young master, and Baldroy had gotten some cigars and a questionable magazine at the book store. The book store. Sebastian had sensed someone following them ever since they left the mansion. He had thought it was some lost traveler following them but whenever he would turn around to check, no one was there. However, in the book store he had seen a tall man with dark brown hair, the man was reading the Punch newspaper, covering his face. When he rushed outside, the man was gone. The young lord had many enemies, but this man was different. He had sensed him, but the man was not human. That is for certain.
Sebastian made his way into the kitchen to prepare lunch. As he moved back and forth, he was trying to remember the last time he had felt such a presence. The last time… he chuckled lowly. The last time he had felt something like that was with his mother. His mother, despite being half demon, half vampire, was quite a saint. A loud noise interrupted his thoughts and rushed outside to see the commotion. “SEBASTIAN IM SO SORRY I BROKE THE CARRIAGE I WAS JUST TRYING TO CLEAN-” Finny was crying and rubbing his eyes, rumbling on about how sorry he was and how he didn’t mean to break anything. The poor boy just really didn’t know his own strength. The demon rubbed pinched his nose. Surely any demon in their right minds would have ended their existence already. He would never admit it to anybody, especially to his young lord, but these humans had grown on him. “Finny, please go water the plants on the front side of the manor, I’ll take care of this.” Sebastian adjusted his gloves. Finny nodded, sniffing and whipping his eyes, he did as he was told. In a blink of an eyes Sebastian had fixed the carriage. “There this should-” Sebastian froze, eyes winding. His fists clenched and his bright blood red eyes pierced through the night. So they were here. As if the poor demon didn’t have enough to do before his master arrived.
Ciel made his way back to the manor, it was a bit chilly than usual but nothing he couldn’t handle. London at night was truly a sight, men drinking, woman being wooed by rich snobby men. Children being told by their parents that it was too late for them to go out and play. Everything was so normal now, well as normal as it gets around him. A small smile slowly made its way on his lips. It had been such a long time since that day. Seven years. Seven years since he lost his parents. Seven years since Ciel Phantomhive died. The blue eyed young man rubbed his ring at the thought. He was now seventeen. Many people who had known his father always said how much the young lord resembled him. He had his father’s face and his mother’s eyes. Ciel laughed quietly to himself, no matter how much he grew or how older he got, Sebastian would always teas him, the young lord knew that he would never be as tall as his butler. Despite everything he had been through, Sebastian was always there. He knew he was only there for his soul but he had considered his butler a friend, hell, he considered him family!
His smile quickly disappeared. No, that could never happen. His demon could never be his friend. They were from two different worlds, quite literally. He just wished that Sebastian would be there for him because he wanted to, not because of some contract. Alas, Ciel knew at a very young age that love was nothing more than an emotion that just got in the way of life. Love. He couldn’t feel love. He didn’t love anyone, especially his butler. The young master shook his head as if to shake away all thoughts of that wrenched emotion. He had finally made it to his house, he couldn’t wait to drink a hot cup of milk with some honey. The young master didn’t notice a dark haired young man with red demon eyes, following him.
Ciel rushed inside his estate, Tanaka greeted him and took his coat. “Welcome back young master, I trust that your day was fine?” Ciel smiled softly at his old butler. “Yes, my day was fruitful, but I have told you a number of times that you don’t have to be so formal to me, grandfather.” Tanaka gave him a small wrinkled smile. “I shall always respect you my lord, till the day I pass.” Ciel smiled fondly at the old man. “Strict as ever old man...” He gave him a tight embrace.
Ciel felt his stomach growl, the food was calling to his empty stomach. The amazing smell came from the dinning room, following his nose, Ciel was suddenly sitting down at the table. “Today young master, we have Bedfordshire Clangor.” His demon butler announced, coming out of, what it seemed, no where. Ciel nodded. “Thank you Sebastian.” And with that, he began to eat. With each bite, Ciel practically groaned. Sebastian’s cooking was just out of this world. “Manners sir...” The demon reminded him, hiding a smirk. “Shut up...” The blue eyed boy stuffed his face, he had not ate since breakfast and he would be dammed if he was not allowed to eat how he pleased in his own home. After a while of disapproving looks from Sebastian, Ciel was finally done. As the young master stood up, he walked past Sebastian. “Meet me in my study when you are finished.” He murmured and left the dinning room. Sebastian gave a small nod and hurried to clean up.
“You need to speak to me my lord?” The demon stood in front of his master’s desk, wondering what exactly he needed now. “Tell me about your family.” The young lord suddenly said, giving his back to Sebastian, looking outside the window. Sebastian tilted his head slightly, confused. “Sir?” Why now? His master never asked him anything personal, not even who he had ‘worked’ for before they had met. “That’s an order Sebastian.” Ciel’s voice, deep and controlled. Sebastian didn’t really have a choice now, but a small smirk appeared on the demon’s lip. “Tell you? Very well then.” Two bodies then appeared next to Sebastian. Everything suddenly felt cooler. “I have two older brothers, Mauricio is the eldest of all three of us, then its Galo, and lastly me.” Ciel ignored the shiver that he felt down his spine. “What else can you tell me about them?”
The man with the dark brown hair leaned against the wall. “You know young lord, you could just ask us instead of asking our little brother...” Ciel quickly turned around, facing Sebastian and two other men. They all that the same color eyes, deep blood red. “W-what? Who are you?!” Ciel bashed his fist into his desk. “Sebastian!” He ordered. Sebastian raised an eyebrow at his master. “Well to be fair you were the one to ask about my family...” The black haired man sighed and slid down the wall. “Not this shit again…” The brown haired man stepped forward, his eyes changing color, from a deep red to a beautiful red brown.
“Nice to meet you my lord, my name is Mauricio Alvah.” The demon gave the lord the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. “And this is my younger brother, Galo Thana.” He gestured to the mean with pitch black hair, chewing on something that resembled a small tooth pick. “Suck my nuts I want to go home.” He groaned. His behavior earned a kick from Sebastian. “Please don’t speak in that manor when my young lord is present Galo.” Sebastian smiled, but not a nice smile, more like a ‘If-you-ever-say-disrespectful-things-around-my-master-you-will-die-‘ type of smile. Ciel’s eye twitched. “Sebastian being surrounded by demons really freaks me out. Get them out of here now!” Sebastian nodded. “Mauricio, Galo..” He said, starting to grab Galo by the arm. Mauricio pouted at the young lord, “Aww... but why?” How is it possible that the demon looked like a kicked puppy?
“Must be because of your ugly face.” The one named Galo said, getting up, and joining his older brother and shaking off his younger one. His eyes had changed as well, his eyes, a honey colored brownish yellow. It almost looked gold. “Listen kid,” Galo said in a harsh tone, “We’re just here to help you find out who keeps eating souls around here.” This captured Ciel’s attention. “Why would two demons want to catch another demon?” Sebastian stood next to his master, Ciel automatically relaxed and sat back down in his chair. “Demon? How do you know it’s a demon in the fist place?” Mauricio asked, crossing his arms.
“I have my sources...” Ciel too, crossed his arms looking directly at both of them. The dark red brown eyed demon nodded. “Fair enough, we want to catch whoever is doing this because we want to talk to him…” The demon seemed to be hiding something, but he wasn’t like Sebastian, he couldn’t order him to tell Ciel the truth. Still, they were demons, wouldn’t they attack the towns people of they stayed? Galo ran his fingers through his dark hair, and almost as if he had read his mind he said, “We wont eat anyone’s soul if that’s why your concerned.” The demon almost sounded bored with their conversation. How the hell could he had known what he was thinking?! Sebastian’s face was emotionless, Ciel frowned. Well his butler was no help on trying to figure out what his next move was. “I don’t trust you.” Ciel stated. “As long as you’re in London, you are a threat to its people. I will have to ask you to leave immediately.”
Mauricio bit his lip and looked at Sebastian and the at the young lord. With a small smirk he asked, “How about we form a contract?” Sebastian’s poker face broke at the words his brother spoke. “Mauricio!” He hissed and stood between his brothers and his master. “He’s mine!”, eyes glowing red with anger. They may be his brothers but Ciel was his and his alone. Galo laughed. “Relax little brother, we don’t want his soul.” Ciel touched his butler shoulder, “It’s okay Sebastian, let me handle this.” Sebastian looked into his deep blue eyes and nodded, he once again stood behind him. “What is it that you want?” Ciel stood a little taller, trying to establish dominance, but failing. “All we ask is for us to stay here until we figure out who is causing these deaths. We will not kill anyone as long as we are under your roof my lord.” Galo sighed, not liking the agreement but agreed with his older brother. Ciel scowled. “Your both demons, you don’t need any sleep or shelter. Why do you with to stay here?” Galo, for the first time since Ciel as laid eyes on him, smiled. “We simply want to spend time with our younger bother. Yes, we are demons, but we have some feeling of kinship.” Ciel looked at Sebastian. “If its okay with you Sebastian, then they may stay.” Sebastian exhaled noisily. “You may from a contract with them in exchange for them to stay, but what about the other servants? Won’t they ask questions on why they are here?” Ciel grinned. “Well, they would make good servants wont they?” Galo wrinkled his nose and Mauricio smiled. “It would be an honor for us to be your humble servants my lord.” The elder demon bowed. Galo rubbed his face. “I guess killing some time would be okay. But I’m warning you kid, I can’t cook.” Sebastian heaved a sigh.
Mauricio, out of thin air, took out a thick paper and laid it on the master’s desk. “Since we are not going to take your soul, we do not have to mark you, you just need to sign here with your blood, and we have a deal.” Ciel chewed on his lip. “With my blood?” He looked at Sebastian for help. Sebastian swiftly picked Ciel’s fingers and signed his name. “There you go my lord.” Sebastian patched his finger and returned the contract to his brother. “You will take the rooms next to Sebastian. And I will trust him to teach you how to be proper servants.” Ciel sat down on his chair looking at the brothers. “Yes, my lord.” They said in unison. Sebastian looked at his two older brothers. This was going to be a disaster, only god could help him now.
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Galo followed Sebastian to their new rooms. “Hey, this is a pretty big estate.” The gold eyed demon said looking around. Galo didn’t care much for materialistic things, nor did he like them. Being a demon really did take out the fun in life sometimes. “Say, where’s the kitchen?” Sebastian sighed. Demons typically didn’t eat; they just didn’t like human food. His older brother was the exception. Galo’s mother was a succubus, making him act different from other demons. Galo could eat and sleep, he didn’t have to. He could live his whole life without eating human food but he was always the weird one out of the three. “Breakfast will be served at dawn for the servants, please do try to wait till then Galo.” Mauricio chuckled. “He’s quite the eater, or have you forgotten, Bessy?” He smirked as Sebastian blushed. It had been quite a while since anyone had called him that. The last person who called him by his nickname was his mother.
“Its quite the coincidence that the young lord guessed your real name isn’t it?” Mauricio patted his shoulder. “Yes, I had not expected my master to name me after his dog, which ironically is my real name.” The demon shrugged. “But I don’t mind. Reminds me of home...” Sebastian smiled softly remembering the old times. Mauricio and Galo had tracked him down, and came to visit his home when Sebastian was thirteen years old. He was confused on why his brothers looked different then himself, but his mother explained everything to the young demon, and they all quickly got along. “How is Maria doing?” Mauricio asked as they entered a hall way. Sebastian frowned. “You know what happened to her. Don’t pretend that you don’t.” Sebastian’s mother, Maria was killed by a reaper when Sebastian had turned 15, leaving his older brothers to look after him and teach him the ways of a demon. Demons were not to feel love, or pain, or heartbreak. They were, after all, just monsters. So then why did the demon feel pain at the mention of his mother? Sebastian held the candle tighter. Mauricio sighed and stopped walking, he looked at Sebastian in the eyes. “She loved you Bessy, and we are not dead just yet either.” The elder demon brought him into a hug. Sebastian wrapped his arms around him. “Thank you…” When they parted, the younger demon looked around and growled. “That bastard!” Mauricio raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong Bessy?” Sebastian marched down stairs, his brother hot on his heels. “Galo’s gone, he’s probably in the kitchen!”
Galo didn’t care much for touchy feely conversations, so he had slithered away from his brothers and found the path to the kitchen. He sniffed the whole room out for food, scavenging for the jack pot. A smile creeped up on his lips. He had found the curry buns. Yes, Galo should not eat the curry buns, he had a strong suspicion that they were for tomorrows lunch. But the demon was hungry. “Fuck Sebastian, he can just make some more tomorrow.” Galo started to swallow them whole, washing them down with some milk he had just found. He should probably visit his little brother more often; he was an amazing cook. “Galo!” Mauricio frowned, his younger brother was huddled in the corner of the kitchen munching on the curry buns. Mauricio shook his head and picked him up from the floor. The demon was filled with bread crumbs, hell, he was still eating one. “Oh, hey. These curry buns are amazing Sebby, make some more yeah?” Sebastian geared at his older brother. This was going to be a long visit.
Once the young demon had settled his brothers in, he made his was upstairs to his young master’s room. Lately the young lord’s nightmares have been coming back, and for some reason, every time Sebastian was near him Ciel calmed down. Tonight was no exception. The poor young man was tossing and turning, making small noises. Sebastian settled the candle down and slid beside his master, wrapping his long arms around him, resting his chin above his head. Ciel immediately stopped, and cuddled into his butler’s embrace, resting he head on the arch of Sebastian’s neck. The demon ran his fingers through the earl’s hair. His master had gone through hell, and back so many times. Ciel never liked to show emotion, as he thought it would show weakness, but earl needed it. He was human after all. Sebastian kissed his forehead softly. “Sleep well young one.” He whispered and slowly fell asleep with the human he cared about the most.
Chapter 3: Father Comes To Visit
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Ciel snuggled up next to a cool body, nuzzling his butler’s neck, he groaned softly as he slowly woke up. Although the young lord would never admit it, he loved sleeping with Sebastian. It was the only time where there were no rules. They would never speak about it, these nights were a secret, even from themselves. It started one rainy night a few months ago, he had been having nightmare after nightmare and the poor boy couldn’t get some sleep. Sebastian, then came to his room one night as he was tossing and turning, and wrapped two strong arms around his small frame. After that night Ciel never had a nightmare. Ciel sighed softly against the demon’s neck. He knew one day they would have to discuss what they were doing. Ciel didn’t want to talk about it, he knew Sebastian was a demon, he knew that love was an emotion a demon could not feel. At least not with humans.
A few minutes later Ciel felt a hand slowly going though his dark blue hair. “Your awake before me?” A deep voice spoke. The blue eyed lord his his face in Sebastian’s neck. “Just woke up a few minutes ago...” He practically purred it out as Sebastian was still running his fingers through his hair. The demon chuckled lowly as he watched his master, he resembled a small kitten, even if he was seventeen. His master never really grew much, Ciel was still just as thin, but he had grown so much taller. Ciel almost looked like a recantation of his father. Almost. Never the less he was beautiful in every way. Sebastian still didn’t know what he was going to do with the boy. Could he even have feelings for Ciel? Would Ciel even return these feelings?
The Demon placed his chin on the top of Ciel’s head. “Time to get up...” The butler said, not really wanting to leave his masters side. As Sebastian got out of bed and started to dress, he heard a small whine coming from the bed. “I don’t want to get up.” He pouted, snuggling against the pillows and sheets. Sebastian loved when Ciel acted his own age, he had so much to carry as a young boy, he deserves to want to have an extra lay in every once in a while. “Sir, today you have the meeting with Lord Fredrick from Denmark and his Assistant, Professor Marcus.” The demon tied his tie, he turned to look over at his master, still laying in bed. Ciel wrinkled his nose. “Ah, that’s right, we’re expanding the company to Denmark…” Ciel left the comfort of his bed and sat up. In a moments notice Sebastian was already by his side, dressing him up. Ciel didn’t need Sebastian to dress him anymore, he could do that all on his own, but he did enjoy having his demon by his side.
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After Ciel was in his study, working on some papers for their visitors, Sebastian was introducing his brothers to the servants. “I need everyone’s attention!” The butler clapped his hands and their servants immediately stopped what they were doing at looked up at Sebastian. “What is it this time?” Baldroy sighed as he put him flamethrower down. Sebastian saw the flamethrower and groaned internally. If this man burned the mansion down one more time… “I have an announcement to make. As of today we are going to have more servants around here and-” “More servants?!” Mey-rin yelped. “Is the young master crossed with us? Are we going to be fired!?” The maid was about to go into hysterics. “Fired!! Oh now where would I go?! Sebastian I can’t get fired! Oh please! I promise I wont ruin the garden any more!” Finny begged, the poor boy looked like as if he were about to cry. “Everyone! No one is getting fired anytime soon!” Sebastian quickly said. “The reason why the young master hired these new savants is because they are my brothers and they needed work.” The demon lied smoothly. Yes, it was a small white lie. As if one cue Mauricio and Galo appeared by the stair way. Mey-Rin’s eyes widened at the sight of these beautiful men. “Everyone, id like to introduce to you my older brothers, Mauricio Thana,” The tall brown haired man smiled at everyone politely, “And my other brother Galo Alvah.” Galo looked at the servants looking at him, his gold eyes locked on the sweets behind the table.
“Nice to meet you, says Emily.” Snake nodded once at them, one of his snakes slowly slithered to Galo. “Nice to too meet you too Emily. Would you mind introducing me to your friend?” As Galo and Snake spoke, it was obvious they had a connection. Finny was also warming up to Galo as, apparently, they all liked snakes. Mauricio smooth talked both Baldroy and Mey-rin. “Well hello there, I have herd many wonderful things about both of you from my brother, you must be the beautiful maid,” Mauricio winked at her, “And you must be the skilled chef! You must teach me your ways!” Although Mauricio had won many culinary awards in the past, he loved seeing humans cook. It was a science really. “Alright alright, we have all said our hello’s, its time to make our masters brea-” “But Sebastian! Why didn’t you tell us you had two older brothers!” Baldroy crossed his arms. “We don’t have time to be asking silly questions Baldroy. Mauricio will be your assistant alright? He will help you with the cooking. Galo, you will help Finny in the gardens and also Snake, if he ever dose need your help. Understand?” The demon looked at both his brothers. He knew the mansion would be okay in their hands, they were demons after all. “Yes!” His brothers both called out. “Alright then, get to work, we need to have the young masters breakfast ready in less than twenty minutes!”
As everyone quickly did what they were suppose to do, Sebastian made tea and took it to his master’s study. “My lord here is your morning tea.” As he fixed his tea, Ciel looked at Sebastian. “Tell me about your father.” Sebastian was taken back. His father? The butler smiled fondly remembering his him. “My father is quite exceptional. When my mother died he was the one who taught me everything there is to know about being a demon, well him and my brothers.” Ciel frowned at the mention of his mother’s death, he wouldn’t ask about her now, “No one really knows anything about my father. He was so kind, very warm hearted, but...,” Sebastian’s voice progressively got darker, “He could be a monster at levels that you can’t imagine.” Ciel left a chill run down his spine. He didn’t think he would ever want to meet his butler’s father… “Why do you ask my lord?” Sebastian asked as he handed over the tea. When ceil took it he shrugged. “Well, seeing your brothers got me thinking about your family.” He sipped his tea.
When his master finished Sebastian made his way downstairs, to the kitchen to help with the preparations. Not that they were going to need him, his brother would make an amazing meal for tonight. As he was washing the dishes, he felt a hand on his shoulders. “Who would have ever thought that my little brother would have one day been a top of the line butler!” Mauricio chuckled. Sebastian offered him a gentle smile. “Ha-ha very funny, I still remember the day I met you and Galo.” It was a long time ago; his father had just come back to stay with his mother after his seven year absence. Sebastian quickly warmed up to his father, and soon after two older men came to visit. “Thank you for the advice father.” One of the men with the brown hair and red brown eyes said to his father. Little Sebastian wrinkled his nose at the man. Why did he say father to his father? The man noticed Sebastian and the young demon quickly hid under his father’s robe, hugging his leg. He heard a chuckle, the robe was lifted up a few inches. “Why are you hiding little one?” The other man with gold eyes said. “Don’t you want to play?” The man got Sebastian by the hand and lifted him up, the boy giggled and squealed as he was thrown in the air. “Sebastian, there are my sons, and your older brothers, Mauricio and Galo.” Galo caught him again and held him upside down, laughing. “So this is Sebastian! Aww, I always wanted a little brother! Thanks dad!” Galo held him by the hips, Sebastian’s head was down. “Gah! No! Let me go!! Father help me!” The poor boy yelped. Sebastian shook his head at the memory. “Galo never changed, he’s just as silly and reckless as ever.” His brother laughed softly, “Yes, yes he is. Oh! I was going to ask what would you like me to prepare for tonight?”
A few hours passed, and the clock finally rang, marking the time. “Is everything ready?” Sebastian asked the servants. For the first time, in…well…, he would say ‘in a while’ but the mansion was never this clean, only when Sebastian had to put the servants in a time out and he did all the cleaning, in other words, it was clean. But since his brothers did help, everything went smoothly. “Yes sir, lunch has been made! And I didn’t burn anything, I might add.” Baldroy seemed a bit smug. The demon butler knew it was because of his brother. “Alright, Finny, the garden?” Finny gave Sebastian the biggest smile. “Everything is trimmed, and I didn’t kill any plants! Galo really knows a lot about gardening!” Galo was leaning against the wall chewing on a toothpick. Sebastian smiled. Everything was perfect. “Okay, we have thirty minutes left, so until then you may all take a break.” They were cheering and they all went to the kitchen for a snack. Knowing Galo, he would finish everything there was in the kitchen and call it a snack.
Sebastian made his way up stairs to his master’s study. “My lord, I think its time for you to change into a more formal attire for your guests this evening.” Ciel looked up from the paper work and sighed. “I suppose your right.” They walked to Ciel’s room, he stripped his clothes and sat on the bed, waiting for Sebastian to dress him, again. Sebastian brought out his clothes and began to dress his young master. He slowly put on his white shirt, sliding his fingers against his pail, soft skin. Ciel shivered a bit. What the hell was his demon playing at? The butler buttoned his shirt, and then processed to put his pants on. When clipping his pants together, Sebastian’s hands got dangerously close to the young man’s crotch area. Ciel held on to the bedding, blushing bright red. So he wanted to play? Ciel always won at games. The blue eyed earl smirked and slowly rose his foot on Sebastian’s leg, almost touching his middle, but not quite. Sebastian froze. Just what did this boy think he was playing at, Sebastian slid his hand down the man’s legs stopping at the knee. Ciel’s breath hitched. The demon then slowly put his master’s socks on, always making skin contact, and then put his shoes on. They never really spoke about what happened in the night, but they had never done this during the day. When Sebastian made eye contact with his master, he stood up, never letting his eyes leave his beautiful blue eyes, he leaned forward, putting one hand on each side of Ciel, Ciel leaned into Sebastian. Now, their faces only a few inches away from each other. “Ciel…” Sebastian whispered.
There was a knock on the door. “My lord? Your guests have arrived.” Finny said, his voice breaking the spell. Sebastian pulled away and cleared his throat. “My lord.” He opened the door for Ciel. Ciel was still blushing, his cheeks were a rosy pink. “R-Right.” He stood up and quickly went down to meet with his guests. What happened? Sebastian never pulled a stunt like that. The closest thing they have ever been in contact was only in bed, and Sebastian only held his waist. Could this mean his butler returned his feelings? Or was it a demon thing, wanting to ‘Mate’, as they called it. The earl shook his thoughts away, now wasn’t the time to be contemplating his feeling for a demon.
As he got to the living room, he was met with two men. The one with the dirty blonde hair and aquamarine eyes seemed a little bored. “You know Marcus, sometimes I think that you believe that I’m an idiot.” The dirty blonde haired man accused at the other. “I don’t believe that Fred, actually, I’m pretty sure about it.” The man with jet black hair replied. Marcus was his name. Marcus had pitch black hair and dark red brown eyes. This man... he reminded him of… “My lord!” The one named Fred greeted and walked over to him. “Nice to finally meet you!” The man smiled and shook his hand. Ciel returned the smile. “Yes, hello there. Fredrick correct? And your Assistant, Professor Marcus, I assume.” Ciel looked at the other man. “Although, excuse my impoliteness, you do seem rather young to be a professor.” The lord noted. Marcus laughed. “And you my lord, seem a bit young to be running a toy company, and also a food company as well.” Ciel smirked, this man was cleaver. “Touché,” Ciel gestured to the door, “We have lunch ready, unless you would rather discuss business first?” Fred shook his head. “No my lord, lunch sound alright, we have been travelling a lot recently. Food sounds lovely right about this time.” Marcus laughed. “Food always sounds lovely to you.” He teased. Ciel nodded. “Very well, my servant will guide you to the garden then.”
It was at the moment that Sebastian entered. The whole room’s temperature dropped.
“Sebastian,” Ciel could barely make out his butler’s expression. It was a mix of shock and surprise, “Please lead these gentlemen out to the garden would you?” Marcus had lost that joyful aurora. It seemed that Fred noticed as well. “Is there a problem?” Ciel asked the black haired man. Marcus shook his head. Sebastian led them out to the garden. Thought lunch Marcus seemed fine, he made jokes and playful conversation. It was only when Sebastian came to serve them that he seemed a bit more reserved. Did he know Sebastian? Maybe they met on another contract before? Everything seemed fine until Galo came out with the wine and Mauricio came with dessert. Every time a demon came to serve them Marcus immediately seemed distant. Did he know they were demons? If he did, then how?
After lunch was over, they went to his study to talk business. Sebastian stood behind him, as he always did, just in case an argument got heated up. “Alright then let’s talk. Ill go straight to the point, if we can make this happen in Denmark and you and Marcus work with us, I’ll give you each 25% of profits.” His business partners always agreed to that. Fred laughed, he rested his elbow on the desk and put his head on his hand. “Ha-ha! Oh Earl!” Fred’s cheerfulness suddenly disappeared, “Do you think I’m a beggar?” His green eyes darkened. Tch! Goddamit! This isn’t going to be easy. “Alright then, 30%.” Marcus leach forward. “Do you really want to us to work for you or not?” He smirked. Ciel chewed on his lip. “35%, that’s my final offer.” Both Marcus and Fred looked at each other and nodded. “Very well then, 35% will have to do.” Ciel let out a breath he had been holding, these guys weren’t cheap. “Good, good.” Ciel smiled, “So business strategy, I propose that we-” Marcus cut in. “Excuse me my lord, but I do have a question.” Fred frowned and looked over at his assistant. What was he doing?! “Oh? Go ahead, ask your question.” Ciel leaned back in his chair. “How long have you been in a contract with my son? Or should I say sons? Since all three of them are here…” Ciel’s eyes widened and looked up at Sebastian. “Wait, what?” Fred looked just as shocked as Ciel. “Sons? You have sons?! Wow Marcus, after two years there is still a lot of things I don’t know about you.” Marcus chuckled and looked up at his youngest son. “Well, Sebastian, its has been a while,” The Demons smiled at the butler, “ I understand why you’re here, but why are your brothers here as well?” The professor asked, confused.
Sebastian looked at Ciel, the young lord nodded, giving his demon permission to speak. “There has been many disappearances lately, more specifically, soul disappearances. Mauricio and Galo were investigating; they have a feeling they know who’s doing this but their not sure.” Sebastian addressed his father in the most respectable manner, surprising Ciel. That damn demon never spoke to the earl with that amount of respect. Marcus frowned as he heard his son, “Someone’s been eating souls? Maybe there’s another demon in town?” Ciel shook his head, “No, Sebastian would have caught their sent by now or even sensed them. All we know is that, its not a demon, nor a reaper.” Fred looked at Ciel, confused. “And why would you be investigating this? Its not your problem.” This time, Sebastian stepped forward. “My master works as the queens guard dog, he eliminates any threat that the queen senses. Not matter what the cost.” He said the last part in a dark tone, making Fredrick shiver. At that moment the door busted open, Galo fell face first into the ground and Mauricio looked like a little boy who just got caught doing something he wasn’t suppose to. “I- uh- we- uh-” The Brown haired demon mumbled. Galo got up, chewing on a sandwich, Ciel might add. With a sigh the young master gestured them inside. “He’s your father too, might as well just join the conversation.” Galo and Mauricio happily complied and stepped inside the room. “Father.” Mauricio bowed a little, Galo, on the other hand, just looked at him and waved. “Hi dad, you look fine.” He uttered as he kept munching on the sandwich. Sebastian felt like he was going to get a headache just watching Galo breath. Marcus laughed, he loved seeing his sons again. It reminded him of how different they all were, especially Galo. “Mauricio, Galo, Nice to see you both again, I trust that you are well?” The eldest nodded, “Yes father, Galo and I have been traveling realms, we keep switching from here to the other world.” Other world? Ciel must have looked very confused because Sebastian leaned down and whispered in his ear, “The other realm is where demons live.” He explained. This made much more sense.
Ciel let Sebastian and his brothers catch up with their father in the main room, while Fred and himself got a snack. “So, you have a demon too?” The blonde asked as he stuffed a cookie in his mouth. Ciel nodded, eating his chocolate cake. “Yupp, for even years now, how long have you had yours? And where do you have your mark?” Ciel was oddly acting like his own age again, Fredrick liked Ciel better like that, he felt more comfortable. Fred gobbled up another cookie. “For about seven years, and I have it on my eye.” Ciel lifted his eyepatch and showed him. Fred looked amazed. “Wow, I Have mine on my back. And seven years huh? Seven years ago is when everything went to hell.” The man shook his head, remembering how it was before. “What happened to you? If you don’t mind me asking.” Ciel questioned, curiously. Normally he didn’t like to snoop around, but what the hell? They were both tied to their demons, so how different could it be? Fredrick was looking down at his finger, playing with that seemed to be wedding ring. “Um, well… I used to have a wife, Maddy, she was beautiful,” He looked into the distance, picturing his dead lover, “She had the purest heart, she was kind to everyone, just like my daughter.” A single tear fell from his eye. “I had to go to a business meeting in town so I left the estate,” He shook his head, “When I returned, everything was in flames. I couldn’t stop it. Everything was crumbling down, the ceiling, the walls. Everything. My wife’s body was badly burnt; I couldn’t even recognize her. My daughters body was no where to be found. Because of that, I had a small amount of hope that maybe, just maybe, she had escaped. I sent out search parties, I even offered up a prize, but no one could find her. Then I got the news that they found her body in a cage, full of other dead children as well. I had lost everything.” Fredrick’s hands turned into fists, tears violently running down his cheeks, “I tried to move on, to forget. I really did. But I just couldn’t deal with the pain. Two years ago I decided that I couldn’t do this anymore, so I jumped off a building. But, before I landed, Marcus rescued me. I wasn’t sure why, he told me he was a demon, and that he could help me get revenge on whoever did this to my family, and in return he would have my soul. I agreed. And here we are now.” His dead blue eyes stared at the wall. Ciel placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I know how you feel.” Ciel whispered. “My mansion was also burnt down to a crisp, as a result, I lost my family.” He murmured. The young man learned a long time ago that crying never did any good. What was the point of getting emotional, it wouldn’t fix anything. “I do hope one day you get your revenge, and I do hope they suffer.” Ciel’s voice was flat, the chocolate cake, abandoned. Fredrick looked back at the earl and held his hand. “One day we both will. We will avenge our families.”
Meanwhile, in the main room, Marcus and his sons were in a heated discussion. “What do you mean you don’t know who’s been eating all these souls?!” Marcus exclaimed. “We’re demons, we can track down anything, but not the soul eater?” Sebastian spoke first. “Father, this- this thing has no scent! Its almost as if the souls just disappear, even the reapers are confused!” Both Mauricio and Galo nod. “We have also been to the places where the dead bodies were, no sent, nothing to go on, not even a hair!” The eldest son stated. Galo looked up at the ceiling, pondering about this whole mess. “Mauricio and I thought we knew who it was, but, in the end, it wasn’t him.” Sebastian ruffled his own hair, “We could be dealing with something more threatening than demons, we should be careful and protect our masters at all costs.” His father rose an eyebrow. At all costs?
At that time, Ciel and Fredrick entered the room. “Hope we’re not interrupting anything.” The earl spoke. “It is getting rather late, and to be honest, I don’t know how I feel about having four demons under my roof.” He murmured, looking a bit annoyed. “Don’t worry, I bet Sebby over here will take good care of you at night!” Galo imparted, making Ciel blue and earned a kick from Sebastian. His father noted this, but said nothing. Fredrick looked at both Ciel and Sebastian with a confused expression. “Anyways,” Ciel cleared his throat, “Lord Fredrick and I are hungry, go make us food, Galo.” Ciel was quite pleased with himself when the gold eyed demon whined. “Me?!” Galo could not be trusted with food around him, never the less with him actually making food. “Make it be ready for us in less than twenty minutes please.” Ciel sat down, Fred chuckled and sat across the lord. “But you just ate! You’ll get a stomach ache if you eat more!” Galo reasoned. “Please, your one to talk, you practically ate the entire kitchen last night!” Galo wrinkled his nose, and like a kicked puppy, walked down to the kitchen. A few minutes later, their food came. It was good, the chicken was seasoned and had quite a flavor in it. Dessert was amazing as well! As Fred ate, he felt his demon’s sons stare at him from a distance. ‘Hmm, it’s the first time we’ve met a human who made a contract with father.’ Their eyes never leaving Fred’s. “Why are you guys starring at me?” The man was slightly creeped out. “Maybe you guys are jealous that I take away all the attention from your daddy?” Ciel nearly choked at his statement, laughing at his words. All three demon’s eyes turned a bright red, Galo charged towered him and grabbed him by the collar. Fred yelped and tried to wiggle away from the demon in front of him. “Should I break this human?” He growled. “Galo!” Both Marcus and Ciel shouted. “I order you to put him down!” Marcus nearly yelled, Galo couldn’t disobey his father and forcefully put him down. “I-It was just a joke..” Fred hid behind a pillow. “Please do try to control yourself Galo.” Ciel murmured as he sipped his tea.
After all the commotion died down, they all went to their rooms, except Sebastian. The butler followed his master to his room, there he carefully stripped him of his cloths and bathed him. Thanks to Mey-rin, a warm bath was prepared. None of them said anything, everything they did was natural. Sebastian clothed Ciel with his nightwear, after he was tucked in bed Sebastian quickly changed into his nightwear, not that he had much use for it, but Ciel demanded for it. He slithered into the bed with the small young man, and fell asleep with Ciel wrapped around his arms.
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“I don’t want to do this anymore.” The young man said, his deep blue eyes looking at the woman in front of her. “They were innocent people!” He whimpered, his hands were around his stomach, bits of blood were coming out. The woman sighed, her pitch black hair fell down to her hips. She had the same wound. “I know, but we had no other choice, a few more humans and then we can return to our normal diets okay? We just need to recover.” The young man sighed. “I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to run into him. The woman slowly leaned down and kissed his cheek. “We wont Ci-” The blue eyed boy let out an inhuman growl, stopping her before she said the name. “I told you to not call me by that anymore.” The woman frowned. “Sorry. Abel.”
Chapter 4
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Pain. So much pain. The darkness, so thick, it almost drowned him. Hands kept touching him, it burned. No. With each touch, he felt his skin blaze, as if he had been set on fire. “CIEL…! CIEL...!” The boy called out with what he thought was he last breath. Dark figures with masks surrounded the boy, a man with a knife suddenly stabbed a small child. “Leave Ciel alone! Ciel’s in pain! Leave Ciel alone! Please!” The blue eyed boy yelled with agony. The dark figures simply laughed, the darkness was winning. Back then, I still had you…
The young master sat up, he was drenched with sweat, his shirt stuck to his flesh. His breathing was abnormally fast, his skin was wet and hot, like he had just walked through fire. His ashy blue hair was stuck to his head as well, they young man looked like he had just bathed with his clothes on. “My lord?” Sebastian asked, as he too sat up. Sebastian was sleeping next to him when he first heard Ciel whimpering and shaking. He was having a nightmare. The butler slowly placed a hand on his shoulder, “Are you al-” His hand was slapped away, Ciel jumped out of the bed, taking covers with him. The poor young man was shivering, despite him sweating, as he looked up at Sebastian. “G-Get away from me! Don’t touch me!” Ciel wrapped the sheets around his small frame to shield him from the danger. The demon sighed, Ciel hadn’t had a nightmare since Sebastian spent the nights next to him. What could have caused this? “My lord,” The butler began, “Its me, Sebastian. I would never hurt you, I promise. We are bounded by our contract, remember? I cannot lie.” In one swift movement Sebastian was kneeling besides his master. Ciel calmed down after hearing his voice. “Sebastian?” He whispered, sounding like a lost child.
Sebastian slowly took the sheets off his small body, even though he was seventeen he was very thin. “Yes my lord, its me, I would never hurt you...” The demon cooed, he slowly took him into his arms. Ciel was tense at first but Sebastian then started to play with his hair, which made the young lord relax. After a while in that position, the butler stopped. “My lord, would you like me to fetch you a cold bath?” Ciel was still sweating, and it seemed that his temperature wasn’t going down. Sebastian was worried. “Okay” Ciel whispered closing his eyes but not falling asleep. Sebastian gently placed him on the bed and then, almost like magic, he left and returned to the room in a blink of an eye. He carried a large tube with cool water. The butler started to slowly take his masters clothes off, he didn’t want to make any sudden movements, he was afraid to startle the already frightened boy. After Ciel was naked, Sebastian carried him to the tube and placed him inside. Ciel shivered when his skin first contacted with the cold water, but subsequently, he enjoyed the icy liquid, cooling off his warm skin. Sebastian started to wash his hair in silence. Ciel looked more calm now, the butler sighed in relief. He didn’t like seeing his master in such a state. “My lord, you are all washed now.” Ciel did not answer back immediately, he looked down at the water then glanced up at his tall, handsome butler. “Sebastian.” He said in a rather low voice, “Could you call me Ciel please? At least only when you spend the night in my bed chamber.” His voice was so low; any other human would have not been able to pick up what his master was saying. Sebastian nodded. “As you wish, Ciel.” The butler helped the young man out and dried him, after that he dressed him, giving him a long shirt. Once Ciel was in bed, wrapped around new, clean, sheets, he laid next to his demon, against is chest. Sebastian just held him closer and closed his eyes. Ciel, not quite asleep, leaned forwarded and placed his lips on his demons. Sebastian’s eyes opened wide, surprised at the sudden actions his master took.
Ciel pulled away and blushed. He hid his face on his butler’s strong chest, “Thank you Sebastian. For taking care of me.” He muttered, the demon could feel the blood rush to the young masters face at his words. “Your Welcome.” The demon said with a smile on his face. Sebastian pulled Ciel out of his chest, just enough to see his face. The butler smiled softly at Ciel, he placed his hand on the earls face, leaning down, he placed a small kiss on his cheek. “I will always be here for you, young one.” Ciel felt his face burn. Was his demon actually returning his feelings? To test out his theory, Ciel leaned into him, once again, and connected their lips together, this time with more passion. The demon wrapped his arms around Ciel, deepening their kiss. Ciel wrapped his arms around the demon’s neck, pulling him even closer. Sebastian bit down on his master’s bottom lip, tugging it a tad, making the younger whine softly. The younger male squirmed as Sebastian’s kisses lowered into his neck. The nightmare long and forgotten, small mews escaped the boys mouth, making Sebastian groan. The demon couldn’t take it, they needed to stop before his urge grew even more. Reluctantly, Sebastian pulled away, his master’s heart was beating fast and his face was red from all the excitement. “Lets go to sleep.” The older man ordered, he kissed Ciel’s forehead and once again, pulled him close to his chest. Ciel was not happy, he wanted more kisses, but he was very tiered, so he didn’t fight his butler. Ciel’s eye lids slowly closed, and so did Sebastian’s.
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“Ciel!” An energetic yet low voice reached the earls ears. Blue eyes landed on the source that had called his name. “Lizzy!” He smiled at the blond young woman. The earl hugged her and kissed her cheek. “How have you been? I haven’t seen you in some time.” Elizabeth was only nineteen, but she did look quite older. “Well, I have been studying. My father doesn’t like it, says ill scare you off if I do!” She gave out an adorable giggle, Elizabeth was going into medicine, meaning these were one of the few occasions they could meet. Ciel chuckled, “Well I’m glad your studies are going well, I do hope to see you in action one day!” Ciel was about to mention something else but quickly remembered what he wanted to ask. “How’s the prince?” The earl smirked. A few years back Lizzy and Ciel agreed that they would meet new people, and if by the age of 21, neither had found someone, they would marry each other. To a surprise, it was Elizabeth’s idea, they had both kept their pact hidden from they lady’s parents, for if they found out, they would be forced to marry right then and there. Her pail skin quickly turned pink. “He’s fine... we’re fine...” Elizabeth fidgeted with her skirt. “Well actually he’s the reason why I came here today.” She looked up, green eyes meeting blue ones. She slowly pulled out her hand, and on her finger was a beautiful ring. Ciel’s eyes widened, and so did his smile. “Your engaged!” He exclaimed and pulled her into a hug, congratulating her.
At that moment he heard someone enter the room. “She gets a congratulations and I don’t? Seems a little unfair Ciel.” Prince Soma pouted. The earl laughed lowly and embraced him as well. “I’m very happy for both of you! Your going to be a princess Lizzy!” Elizabeth laughed, “Yes I’m quite exited as well, Soma here hasn’t shut up about planning the wedding!” The prince shrugged. “Well its not everyday that you get to marry they love of your life!” The man brought the blond into a hug and a light kiss. Ciel wrinkled his nose, “Get a room you too.” He teased. “Wait, have your told your parents?” Ciel asked, raising an eyebrow. Her parents shouldn’t get too worked up, she was going to marry a prince. “Yes I told them already! They are quite upset that I did not keep my word, and marry you. But my mother was understanding and it doesn’t hurt that your future husband is also a prince…” She kissed Soma’s cheek. “Also, we wanted to ask if we could host the wedding here?” The prince smiled as he asked. “Lizzy has so many found memories here and well, she would like to add our wedding as well.” Ciel contemplated for a minute. “Nobles usually marry at the church…” Soma cut right in, “Yes, yes I know. But do remember that I do not worship your gods.” Ciel wanted to slap himself for being so stupid, of course they wouldn’t want to marry in a church. “Yes, I do apologize for my ignorance, and of course you may marry here.” Lizzy practically glowed with happiness. “Thank you so much Ciel! You’re the best cousin I have!” The blue eyed earl rolled his eyes. “Yes well, I do apologize but I have some business to attend to at the moment, but your both welcome to look in the back yard to see how you would like things to go.” The prince nodded. “Thank you so much again Ciel, hopefully next time, it will be your wedding.” The prince winked. Ciel blushed as images of Sebastian in a suit and himself in a white dress appeared into his thoughts. “Right…”
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“My lord, you do know it is quite rude to leave your guests.” The butler casually said as he poured his morning tea and his breakfast in his study. Ciel pretended to be reading an important letter and ignored him. “Please bring Lord Fredrick and Lord Marcus to my study. I wish to discuss the future of our business. The butler scowled at the mention of his father, but did as he was told. A few minutes passed and Lord Fredrick entered the room along with Sebastian. Ciel was confused as he did not see Marcus. “Fred,” Ciel called, dropping all formality towards him, “Where is Marcus?” Fred looked a little hesitant and also a bit embarrassed. “Well… you see, taking advantage of us being here in London, there were some people who worked with me and they stole a fair amount of money so… Last night I told Marcus to go have a friendly meeting with them…”
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Marcus was crouched down behind dome wooden boxes. He had found the human scum that dared to steal money from his master. He aimed his gun toward the man. “Hmm, lets see…” His lips turned into a smile when he found the right angle. “There.” With one bullet, he killed all three men. “Humans are so easy to kill, no wonder this realm has more predators than any other...” He murmured and started to pack up.
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“Breakfast is ready? Sorry I’ve arrived late, my apologies Earl.” Marcus entered the study, a gun strapped around his back. Fred smiled. “Marcus, I trust the meeting went well?” Ciel leaned back into his chair and rolled his eyes. This was no different from when he would tell Sebastian to give his guests the ‘warm Phantomhive welcome’, when one of his guests acted up. “You are a bit late for breakfast, but not for our meeting.” As they all sat down, they began to talk about their business plan. Sebastian occasionally suggested some ideas, in which Ciel agreed on. Exactly how close were they? Marcus kept analyzing their relationship, he would have thought Ciel would not want the opinion of a demon that was going to eat his soul one day. Come to think bout it, ever since Fredrick and himself came, Sebastian smells off. Marcus drew his attention from the conversation to his youngest son. He smelled a hint of lavender. Just like the earl. Ciel cleared his throat, grabbing the demon’s attention. “So, we all agree on this price then?” Everyone nodded, Ciel let out a sigh of relive, after three hours, he can finally have some cake.
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Mauricio was helping Finny and Galo with the garden, a simple task really, since they were demons, they could finish in a blink of an eye. But their little brother did ask them to behave. While Galo was playing with Snake’s snake’s and Finny dozed off, the elder demon was doing all the work, he didn’t mind, he hadn’t don’t actual work in ages. He chuckled remembering how Sebastian and Galo always complained when he had bossed them around. With a sigh, he put his memories on hold and continued with his work. I few minutes passed and Mauricio suddenly stopped what he was doing. That sent. Where had he smelled that before it was so familiar. Galo too froze as his nose picked up the beautiful smell. “Mauricio.” Galo whispered. Something wasn’t right. Mauricio nodded, they were being watched. “I finished, we should go inside.” Mauricio announced, Finny pouted, not wanting to go back in. “But we still-” The young boys eyes widened. “Did you both finished everything?! We haven’t even been here an hour-” Galo picked Finny up. “Yeah, Mauricio is really fast, come on, lets help make dinner!” As they both left, Mauricio was free to explore what was watching them.
The demon disappeared into the dark forest, the sun already setting. He was very quiet as he hunted down the sent. The smell grew stronger, meaning he was close. Just as he was about to discover who it was, the sent vanished. Like it was never there to begin with! Not a trace! He frowned, he needed to report this to Sebastian.
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“Abel, what were you thinking! You could have gotten caught!” The dark haired woman scolded. “Next time you want to pull a stunt like that, at least tell me! What if that demon got to you? Huh? How would you have explained yourself to him!” She was shouting at this point. “Don’t you understand! Everything we have right now is each other, its no time to be fooling around!” Abel sighed, holding his knees close to his chest. “I’m sorry.” He murmured burring his head in his arms. “I just wanted to see him again. Were leaving soon, I just want to see him one last time.” The woman sighed and kneeled down next to him. “I’m sorry for getting upset. But you know how dangerous it would be if the demons knew our kind were here. They would rip us to shreds.” She rubbed his back and kissed his cheek. His red eyes looked up at her equally as red eyes. “I didn’t even have the chance to tell him goodbye.” Tears ran down the boy’s cheek, remembering his little brother.
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Razor: Jealous HCs
Hey anon!! As much frustration I hold for crippling oblivious couples, I also love the trope so much. Plus I adore Razor. Even though I try to not call Razor a dog, I still google “jealous dog traits”. Also, I found out both Hanniejji and I secretly HCs Bennet is friends with Razor and Fischl. If genshin won’t give me character interactions then I’ll write it myself.
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Semi Part 1: General HCs
Semi Part 2: Pre-Relationship HCs
Semi Part 3: Cuddle HCs
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Razor: Jealous HCs
Bennet and Fischl are both foaming at the mouth at how deeply in love you BOTH are and yet you’re both equally blind. Fischl wants to grab you by the shoulders and yell at you that Razor returns your feelings and you need to stop doing whatever it is you’re doing. A sad Razor looks like a kicked puppy and even she can’t handle it. But Razor absolutely refuses for anyone to confess for him because he believes that you might just genuinely be uninterested in him. Plus, it wouldn’t feel right if he couldn’t confess himself. It’s his first love, this is important to him.
Bennet thinks it’s really sweet that his friend is in love. Even if he does get a bit pouty that whenever he get’s hurt, Razor will ask if he’s alright and leave it at that. But if you accidently trip Razor is already at your side and fussing over you. Bennet uses this as physical proof that yes, your feelings are returned and this man is in love with you, but you always brush it off as Razor’s nature to be caring. He’s smiling patiently on the outside but on the inside he has his hands in his hair and he’s screaming.
God forbid anything upsets you. Razor hasn’t been around other humans long enough to pick up on most social cues but he does have a good sense of smell. If you’re happy then the wind smells like sweet flowers. If you’re upset then it smells like mint. While Razor usually keeps himself in check and is somewhat indifferent, the second he catches any signs of distress from you he’s on high alert. Until you tell him what’s been bothering you - a group of hilichurls stole your bag of snapdragon flowers - he’s going to be on guard and stressed out. He’s already throwing his claymore over his shoulder to go and fight the monsters that tried to upset you. Wow, what a good friend you say to Fischl. Fischl is ready to punt you off a cliff.
Razor tries his best to show that he likes you by bringing the things you need and looking like such a proud pup. He looks at you with such hopeful eyes that it takes you a second to register what he’s asking before you feel your own heart rate speed up and pound into your ears. You flush pink before you move to embrace him and ruffle his hair as praise as he nuzzles into your shoulder affectionally. You assume his affectious actions are apart of his wolf nature and how they act so you try not to read too deep into things. Even if Razor seems a bit too happy to be hugging you and receiving pets. Or the fact he doesn’t let anyone else pet him...
Bennet tries his best to help his friend out by giving Razor some advice but considering Bennet himself hasn’t been in a relationship yet, it’s all practical. Telling Razor that he’s seen couples bring each other flowers as a sign of affection, maybe Razor could find some plants to bring you? It ends horribly when he offers you a wolfhook and you just stare at him. He says that these are his feelings towards you but you’re just...so confused?? Wolfhooks have thorns so does that mean he thinks you’re clingy? Isn’t that a bad thing? Are you annoying to him?? But wolfhooks also symbolize wolves so is he saying you’re like family to him??? You’re internally screaming while debating if you just got family-zoned or if Razor is trying to subtly tell you that he doesn’t like you.
Just because Razor is, somehow, unsure if you actually like him or not. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t get incredibly jealous and possessive at any unknown presence. He’s still a bit wary of the City due to all the conflicting smells and noises but he can’t help but look so sad when you have to run errands and you can’t visit him. But when you mention that a really nice knight gifted you a flower does Razor see red. He gave you a flower?? Shouldn’t you be happy with his? Why do you need another one when you have his? Is his gift not good enough? Is this your way of saying you’re interested in someone else? This poor boy is on the verge of either running off to go sulk or find the man that gave you this flower, which up until his knowledge - courtesy of Bennet - is a sign of courting, and absolutely destroy him to prove he’s the better partner.
He tries to keep it under wraps since he's been told that while in the City, he needs to exercise restrain and understand that if he enters. He's expected to at least respect the laws and people. But this poor wolf is so feral over this new development and this new smell that's been clinging onto you that whatever worries and isolation issues Razor felt about the city flies out the window as his protective instincts kick into overdrive. He sees other people and even pets as a rival for your attention and love. He just wants to scoop you up and growl at everything as a message to say “this is mine, go get your own”.
Even when the both of you are far away from the city, Razor’s continued mood seems to hang heavy over both your heads. You’re not sure what exactly caused Razor to be on high alert. He’s snapping and growling at everything little thing that comes close, even a butterfly!
You abruptly stop walking to Razor’s surprise as you whip around and frown at him. He can feel a chill run up his spine as he stands perfectly straight as you study him before you hold your palm out and looked at him expectantly. He looks at your hand with a small spark of perked attention before his nose twitches and he goes back to sulking. You’re still waiting for him as he shuffles a bit, his hair that resembled a wolf ear is twitching, before he whines and trots over and places his chin on your palm. He’s looking up at you with the most kicked puppy expression and you don’t even know what you did but you feel like the worse person in all of Teyvat.
“Razor...what’s gotten into you?” you ask gently as you rub circles into his cheek as he nuzzles into your palm. He seems really conflicted as his eyes dart away from your face and he almost looks guilty. He just whines and turns and buries his face into your warm palm. You’ve never really seen him like that before as you awkwardly try and comfort him. Until the same flower slips out of your pocket and you hear something primal growl out of Razor. His teeth are pulled back and he snarls at the flower as his pupils dilate. You quickly get between him and the poor flower before Razor tries to do anything.
“Seriously Razor, what’s gotten into you?” you asked concerned. He quickly shifts his attention to you as he pounces and knocks you over. You left off a soft noise as the wind get’s knocked out of you but you peep when his hands cage you from above. Razor’s red eyes bore into yours and you’re suddenly thinking the air is getting too hot.
“Do you like Razor?” he asks, tilting his head in a cute pout. It makes you internally coo before you quickly snap out of it. Stay focused!
“Of course I do! Remember we talked about this?” you say as you remember back to your previous interactions but this only seems to frustrate Razor more.
“No. Not that like. More...” Razor struggles with his words as he tries to piece together the right string of sounds to try and convey what he’s feeling. He seems so conflicted that it breaks your heart a bit. So you reach up and gently rub behind his ear as he closes his eyes and relaxes. He breathes in deeply as his eyes open and his pupils return to normal, but vastly determined.
“Together. Always. Just...us,” Razor says softly as he looks at you hopefully. There’s a small pink dust to his cheeks as his fang digs into his lip in nervousness. You’re not sure why but your heart absolutely sky rockets at it and you can feel your face flush pink.
“Um, yes?” you nod along, you think you’re understanding what he’s trying to say. Maybe he was just upset you were spending so much time in the City and away from him that he felt your friendship was neglected? That would make you really upset. But the way he phrases his words makes you believe that perhaps...
Before you can think more on it. Razor’s face breaks into a grin that nearly blinds you from the pure affection that sprouts from it. He’s already hugging you harder as he starts rubbing his nose and cheek against your neck. Making soft and happy sounds as he nuzzles you. He’s never done that before but you assume he’s just so happy. You breath a sigh of relief that it appears that your message to him was clear enough.
Yeah of course, friends always, you think
Lupical. Partner. Mate, Razor thinks.
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whistling as I pretend I don’t see your stares. Yeah ik but it’s ok. This is a sorta semi series. We’ll build upon it. But Xiao content is next lol. I’m taking inspiration from this. I mean, when I don’t feel like shit 😷
I’ve been listening to [ Softy - Dear Moon ]. This isn’t the usual kind of music I listen to but it came on shuffle and this is now my mental breakdown song.
Quick edit: Turns out this is an ost from “My Mister”. I’ve never been into kdramas (I think I’ve only seen goblin, she was pretty, and Hwarang) but the cover picture looks so upsetting? My friend is really into tgcf and I believe that had a live action as well.
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